A Second Chance in the Demon Queen’s Embrace

The long minutes that followed were a blur, as if my body was moving on its own. But the sensation—I would never forget it.

All I could truly register was the sound of flesh colliding with flesh and the scent of pheromones clouding my mind while sharpening my senses.

My heart pounded rapidly, each beat syncing with the rhythm of my hips slamming against hers.

My fingers clenched involuntarily, gripping her waist tightly and pulling her with all my strength to create the perfect impact.

With every thrust, the demon girl's moans escalated—sometimes sharp and sudden, other times soft and fading into the air beneath the growing intensity of our movements.

From moment to moment, I would find brief instances of sharp clarity. But even then, my mind was too consumed by what I was doing to think about anything else.

My consciousness blurred again, but the pleasure did not. And when I regained the next sliver of focus, she was riding me, her perfect, naked form above me, her weight tangible.

I felt the heat of her skin against mine, her hands pressing firmly against my chest, her breath flowing into my mouth as she kissed me with a wild hunger—or more accurately, as she sucked the life out of me.

I was inside her, the sensation intoxicating like the first time I entered. But it also felt different—perhaps because she was on top, and I had it buried deep within her without moving. She was solely focused on drawing the air from my lungs and raking her claws across my flesh.

My body was already covered in scratches, blood seeping from the wounds, but my mind only registered it as pleasure. The pain was present, but what was pain in the face of what I was experiencing now?

Once again, my awareness began to fade. But at that exact moment, the demon girl started moving her hips, rising and falling.

In response, blood surged through my body at an incredible speed, so much so that I could feel the rush in my veins. When it reached my head, my vision cleared.

My eyes locked onto her form above me, glowing under the dim, crimson light. Sweat glistened on her smooth skin, her long black hair falling over her shoulders in a messy, seductive cascade. Her chest bounced with each movement, and I found myself reaching out to grasp it.

As she moved, her breath grew ragged, her crimson eyes half-lidded as if she were lost in another world.

As her pace quickened, her grip on my waist tightened, her claws digging deep into my skin. But my mind didn't focus on that.

All I could think about was the pressure, the friction, the way her body molded around mine, and the soft warmth of her chest beneath my fingers.

Each of her movements pulled me deeper, her tightness surrounding me completely. She was impossibly warm, impossibly snug.

With every rise and fall, I felt like I was drowning in her, my senses attuned to every touch, every gliding motion, every synchronized collision.

She was a part of me now, moving in perfect harmony, and I found myself sinking deeper and deeper into that strange sensation.

'What is this feeling…?' Somehow, my mind managed to grasp that thought.

I wanted to know.

But once again, my awareness drifted away.

Even as my focus faded, my senses continued feeding my mind everything happening around me. Not in detail, but through a pleasure so intense that I knew I would never forget it, no matter how much I tried.

I waited again for that moment of clarity, to look at her once more, to experience it all with better awareness.

But this time, my mind remained hazy, refusing to sharpen.

It was frustrating, in a way. But not enough to truly make me regret anything.

Besides, I had a vague understanding of why I wasn't regaining full focus—probably because of the overwhelming rush of blood from earlier.

I had no idea how long the pleasure lasted.

Time itself had lost meaning in the face of absolute bliss.

But all good things eventually come to an end.

And the same happened to me.

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I snapped my eyes open, a sharp pain coursing through my body, making every muscle protest in agony.

I looked around in a panic, trying to locate the source of my pain.

But there was no one in the room except me.

And the bed I was supposed to be sleeping in… was to my left.

'Oh. I fell off the bed…'

I let out a sigh of self-pity before pushing myself up with the support of the bed.

'She's not here.'

The demon girl's room was just as I remembered it, but she was nowhere to be seen.

I had no memory of how things ended between us, how long it lasted, whether I managed to satisfy her, or even how I had fallen asleep.

But the fact that I was still alive said something.

I moved toward the wall of windows on the side of the room, taking in the view outside.

The world beyond was just as I recalled from last night—a doom of ash and gray smoke. A world devoid of life. Even the few tree stumps scattered here and there were so lifeless they painted the very image of death itself.

The same crimson moon hung in the sky, unsettlingly close.

I stared at it for a while, hoping to remember something about myself. Anything, really.

But nothing changed.

So I shifted my gaze to my reflection.

The first thought that crossed my mind?

'Damn, I look good.'

But the feeling of wrongness never left me.

Something about me felt off.

But what was it?

I had striking features—a mess of short black hair, deep ocean blue eyes, and a sharp jawline.

I lowered my gaze to check my body… and what I saw took me by surprise.

Ignoring my well-defined physique, I was dressed in luxurious clothing. A long flowing black robe with wide sleeves and a tied dark belt.

I wasn't naked like I thought.

'Did she… dress me?'

The demon girl entered my thoughts again.

The idea that she had clothed me was strange. And embarrassing.

Even though I had slept with her completely bare, the thought of her dressing me while I was asleep felt somehow even more mortifying.

Another fact caught my attention—I had no wounds.

The deep scratches she had left on my body with her claws had vanished entirely, as if they had never been there.

For a brief moment, I wondered if everything had just been a bizarre dream.

But the crimson moon in my view crushed that thought instantly.

'So she didn't just dress me—she healed me too.'

I didn't know what to think about that.

On one hand, she was a monster I should fear.

But on the other hand… she knows who I am.

'I need to find her.'

It was a ridiculous thought.

Why would I willingly seek out a creature that could kill me at any moment?

But finding her was the most logical thing I could do.

She knew who I was.

She seemed to have control over this castle.

And she was likely the only other being here.

I turned away from the dead world outside and headed for the double doors, which were already wide open—something I hadn't noticed until now.

I walked down the same corridor I had sprinted through before, thinking about the words I would say when I faced her again.

But before I could fully gather my thoughts, I was met with a choice.

The hallway split into two paths.

To the left was the strange mirror room.

For a moment, I considered going back there.

But I erased that thought as quickly as it came.

The demon girl was probably watching me.

Walking to my own death on purpose wasn't exactly a smart move.

So I took the right path instead.

Which, as it turned out, was the right decision.

At the end of the corridor, a set of double doors stood open.

I stopped at the entrance, my eyes locking onto the demon girl sitting at a long dining table, her playful smile fixed on me.

"Good morning! my hero!—though there is no morning here!"

She chuckled at her own joke, then gestured for me to come forward.

"I made you breakfast!"

I hesitated for a few seconds.

But the sight of the meal was too tempting, and my stomach was at its limit.

So I stepped forward and took my seat.