As they stood there gazing at each other, neither of them spoke. A heavy silence lingered between them, stretching longer and longer as if neither quite knew what to say. His hand rested gently against her cheek, his fingers buried lightly in her hair, while his eyes remained fixed on her face.
At last, she spoke.
"I… I… I don't feel comfortable."
Her voice was soft and hesitant.
But he cut her off almost immediately, his expression turning cold, nearly dismissive.
"I don't give a fuck," he said flatly.
"I'm your prince."
His tone carried a quiet authority, as though the words themselves were meant to end the conversation.
"She leads me exactly how I need it… knows exactly how I want to be treated."
As he spoke, he stepped closer, pressing himself forward until their bodies nearly touched, forcing her back until she was almost at the edge of her balance.
The demon queen, Ruby, tried to maintain a composed expression. For a moment, she even attempted to show a hint of kindness, but it was clear that it meant nothing to him. He showed no hesitation, no resistance.
He meant every word he said.
Then, suddenly, something happened.
A faint flicker of light appeared before his eyes.
A system notification screen materialized, glowing as it displayed an info-
[Demon Queen Ruby attempts to resist player's charm.]
[Demon Queen is susceptible to controlling men. Resistance failed! the Demon Queen is yours to do as you wish.]
He stared at the screen, his brows furrowing slightly.
"Hmm…"
For a moment, he seemed genuinely puzzled.
"That's the first time this has happened," he muttered quietly.
Then his gaze shifted away from the screen and returned to Ruby.
And that was when he noticed it.
Her eyes were changing from the sharp awareness that had once filled them was fading, slowly being replaced by something softer… something far more submissive.
Then, without giving it any further thought, he moved.
He stepped to the side, positioning himself beside her, standing close enough that he could easily reach her.
"Hmm," he muttered softly.
'She likes this system… it just told me she likes controlling men, right?' he thought.
With that thought lingering in his mind, he reached forward. His hand grabbed the fabric of her clothing, his fingers tightening around it before slowly dragging it downward.
As the fabric slid down, one of her large, heavy breasts spilled free.
"My God…" he whispered under his breath.
His eyes widened slightly as he stared.
'Her breasts are truly bigger than my head,' he thought.
Her breasts were enormous, spilling free from her clothes with a life of their own, wobbling and trembling with every subtle movement. As he had pulled her clothes down, her tits quivered, and he could see her full, pink nipples. She looked breathtaking—truly mesmerizing.
Instinctively, he moved to cup her, but his own heart raced far faster than his deliberate actions.
He grasped one of her heavy, succulent breasts, squeezing it firmly, while his other hand lifted her chin slightly, tightening his hold.
"Uh-uh," he muttered with a mischievous smirk, "slow your roll."
She whispered, "Stop," but he knew better. 'She's enjoying this… deep down, she's feeling things even she can't fully understand,' he thought.
He let his hands move with measured intent, softly kneading and teasing her, taking slow, deliberate squeezes. His fingers traced upward, finally pinching her nipples gently between thumb and forefinger.
In a smooth, circular motion, he began to caress them rhythmically.
A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips immediately.
Her head jerked back instinctively as she tried to pull away, but Kyle's hands held her firmly in place. Her hand pressed against his as she cried out, "Oh! My betrothed… my love… please, no!"
Desperately, she tried to grab his hand with hers. "It's too much… my love, it's too much," she murmured, her voice trembling.
"Yes, I know," Kyle replied calmly, his tone steady and controlled.
She squeezed her cheeks tighter, pressing them as waves of pleasure consumed her.
Kyle slowly withdrew his hands from her breasts. She bent forward slightly, her mouth moving as her eyes remained tightly shut, still feeling the lingering sensations he had given her.
Without a word, Kyle pulled down his trousers, exposing his hard, throbbing cock. He moved toward her with deliberate intent.
As her eyes opened, he guided himself into her mouth, feeling the slick beads of saliva rubbing along his thick, rigid length.
'She's completely helpless… entirely at my mercy,' he thought, holding himself steady as he pushed deeper.
She gagged immediately, the sheer weight and size of his cock filling her mouth stunning her completely.
Kyle pressed forward, hands instinctively gripping her head, forcing her forward as more of him pushed inside.
"Gag, gag, gag!" she coughed, her eyes squeezed shut tight as she struggled to accommodate him.
But Kyle didn't relent. He continued driving deeper and deeper.
"Ah, ah, fuck, yes… ah, ah," he groaned, each thrust shaking through him.
Her body jerked with every movement, hands clinging to him instinctively. 'She's taking it… she can't stop… she's completely mine,' he thought, reveling in the mix of her struggle and submission.
He pressed further, filling her mouth completely until a deep, heavy gag echoed through her, her body shuddering under the pressure. Her hands gripped him tightly, her head bobbing involuntarily as she tried to keep pace.
"Oh, fuck yes," Kyle moaned, the sound low and guttural.
Her eyes tightened, breaths shallow and uneven, her body trembling as she endured it. 'She's choking… and yet… she's still holding on,' he thought, savoring the way her resistance only made her submission sweeter.
"Ah, fuck yeah… I'm gonna fuck you like a fucking bitch..." Kyle muttered with a wicked grin, relentless in his movements.
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