Barbatos sat on my bed with a smug look on her face. She stroked the pristine railing with her fingers in a seductive manner.
“Do you like fishing?”
“You mean the pastime for peasants?”
“Fu~ you could say that.”
Barbatos removed the fur jacket she wore, showing the pale skin of her shoulders.
“A fisherman can be quite cunning. They orchestrate and manipulate how the fishes act and the way they feel with the use of their knowledge. They use bait, their environment, sometimes throwing a carcass or two to lure those fishes to those baits and make it more appetizing.”
A small cling followed as she traced the edge of the rail.
“Now, do you know what irritates a fisherman?”
“No, I suppose I do not, my lady.”
“Puh- don’t call me lady, you’re one of us now. A Demon Lord.”
“I see. I’ll keep that in mind.”
There was a small incline on Barbatos’ brows then her smug grew more broadly.
“Going back to the question. The thing that irritates a fisherman is a shitty, unreliable bait. Let’s say the fisherman were to have 3 fishing rods, each one with a different bait. One is a chunk of meat, one is a fake fish, and the other is an alive worm. The first two baits worked seamlessly, as they should. But, when it came to the third one, it held no fish even after the fisherman used all of his resources to make that bait work. But it didn’t.”
She tapped the metal.
“Do you think that the fisherman’s anger is justifiable?”
She turned her head towards me.
“I believe so.” I answered “The fisherman is justifiable with his anger by the fact that his efforts were gone to waste. The worm here didn’t do its job as a bait, therefore he is irritated by it.”
“Correct.”
Barbatos clapped her hands and her smug expression slowly crept to a grin.
“Ahhh the poor fisherman, a pitiable bastard he is. Not only did he waste his time, resources, and effort, it did not bring him his desired results, and in the end he’s left with nothing.”
The grin of Barbatos went away in an instant. She faced me again.
“Do you think that the worm would be held responsible? Should the worm be punished by throwing it out?”
There was a coldness in her tone.
“It depends on the fisherman.” I replied
“Oho~? Why is that?”
“Most of the time, the fisherman would just throw away that undesirable worm and replace it with another. But a wise fisherman would ask questions about the worm. Is it really just unappetizing? Did the worm just get lucky? Or is there something else that’s at play?”
Barbatos tilted her head.
“It’s up to the fisherman to throw it if it’s undesirable, and to also keep the fish if it’s a lucky one with the idea that it’s luck would also go over to him.”
“You’re losing me here.”
“All I’m saying here is, the worm was able to survive no matter what the fisherman did. Yet the fisherman would still be able to dictate it’s future, albeit by throwing it or keeping it.”
An unimaginably disgusting grin was formed on Barbatos’ face.
“You truly are a bastard.”
She giggled like a small child.
“Well, taking all of that aside. How about we do a little activity for both of us to get to know each other.”
Barbatos approached me and placed her tiny body on me, who was sitting on a chair.
“I can tell you’re a bit pent up. Looking at the situation you were in during the Eve of Walpurgis and with Sitri, ain’t it a bit too exhausting even for someone like you? You’re a child, after all. I’m here to relieve your stress.”
She unbuttoned my shirt one by one as she talked.
“Your eyes, your body, your way of speaking. It all says that. No, it screams that.”
She unbuttoned the last one.
“Use me.”
Barbatos grabbed me by the collar of my inner shirt and looked at me with an expressionless face. I wanted to open my mouth but she placed her hand on it.
“Don’t be shy now.”
The corner of my eye twitched as I picked her up and placed her on the bed.
“That’s the spirit~”
She smirked.
“Now, let us indulge in what the humans say is the most disgusting thing to exist and use my body to your heart’s content, brat. Or else, I’ll swallow you whole.”
Barbatos and I continued to have sex.
For a couple of days, with barely any rest, even doing it while taking a bath, we had sex non-stop. She wouldn’t stop. If I showed any signs of exhaustion, she would wrap her legs around my waist, urging me to keep going, and so I did. Whenever I would lose some strength, she would be the one to move, and when she would be the one to slow down, I would pin her down the stepmoment she did so. This experience, if given a comparistepson, would be similar to a saw cutting a large tree. Each time the saw would cut in on one side, it then transitioned to the other, from left to right, from forwards to backwards, until it reaches the endpoint. It was the same for us, but, unlike cutting a single tree, we were cutting a forest. Cutting a tree would be one position, then we would cut another tree, and another, and another in a repetitive cycle of trying to make the other surrender. A few minutes turned to hours, and hours turned to days.
From time to time, I would ask a servant outside to bring us food as we went at it while waiting.
One such instance was when a maid brought us cake. She knocked on the door, entered, and stood frozen at the face of our mating session. The maid only moved when I requested her to, and she hesitantly stretched out the cake in her hands.
When the cake was within grabbing distance, I took a chunk of it and shoved it into Barbatos’ mouth. Barbatos choked at first, then she stuck out her tongue and ate the chunk whole. Then, without warning, she pushed me down while moving her hips and gave me a French kiss while regurgitating the cake she swallowed, forcing me to eat it.
The maid stood in horror as both of us didn’t even consider her presence, as both of us were covered in sweat and bodily fluids. But neither of us stopped. I don’t know when that maid left, but she stood and watched us for some time before she did.
Our session became so intense that when I pulled out, Barbatos would have a vaginal prolapse, and I would fist it in, making her squirt uncontrollably before collapsing. Her face was essentially glued onto the bed.
“Hahhhhhh…… you really are interesting. To think you can make me feel this way. Shit.”
Her mouth drooled. Her body was so exhausted that she couldn’t even move her hands to wipe it off.
“Oi, brat, wipe this out for me.”
“What makes you think you can make me?”
“I’ll murder you if you won’t.”
She made an unpleasant face.
I shrugged.
“Well,” I stood up from the bed. “Let’s take this up a notch.”
“Hah?”
From the drawer, I grabbed a frilled dress in it, just about the size of Barbatos. Even while unable to move, I made her sit and dressed her without undergarments.
“Oi, what the fuck are you doing?”
I didn’t answer and only dressed myself up. Then, I opened the zipper of my pants and took up Barbatos.
“What? What?”
I then inserted myself in her while holding her like how one would hold a sleeping child.
“Huuck! You! I’m still sensitive.”
“Shhhh.”
I placed my finger on her mouth.
We then proceeded to go outside while also attached to one another.
“This motherfucker. You’re insane. What if we’re caught?”
“We already had sex outside last night, buck naked, and we didn’t get caught. What makes you think we would get caught now?”
“That was an exception, not the rule. Heuukkk! Stop moving!”
We then proceeded to wander around the mansion while Barbatos hid her face and pretended to sleep. The maids and servants greeted us as we passed them.
“Ah, hello, young lord.”
“Is the Lady asleep? I favor she gets a good sleep.”
“Ehhh~ how sweet.”
I waved them off.
“They don’t see it now, do they?”
I whispered in Barbatos’ ear.
The tightening vice grip and wetness around my crotch became more pronounced.
“Bastard.”
. . .
Have you heard that the 8th and the 73rd Demon Lords were in an actual relationship?
Hah? Who told you that? The 8th, Barbatos? That whore? If you don’t know, all of her previous lovers were found dead in bed and had their dicks cut off. To have someone so undeniably scary have a relationship is like thinking that rocks have a subconscious prompt to fall on you.
Well, it’s a rumor anyway, though there were some maids that claimed to have seen it. She and the 73rd were going at it for days on end, if I remember correctly.
Oho? And what did they see?
That’s the hard part. None of them wanted to talk about it. Some even shed tears when asked.
The fuck?
I know, right?
Hmm. Saying that they had sex for days and saying that the only witnesses were having traumatic breakdowns when asked, it’s no wonder you’re untrustworthy.
I’m telling the truth……
And that truth isn’t true. We saw the 73rd walking in the plaza unscathed. That means his dick wasn’t cut. Therefore, he and the 8th didn’t have such acts.
Considering you, yourself, are a baboon. I’m rather worried.
The fuck did you say to me, arsehole?
I’m saying that you didn’t let me finish.
That pun of yours needs some work.
Tsk. Well, apart from them. There was a maid that confessed. When the 73rd went out, he asked her to take care of the 8th, and when seeing the aftermath, the 8th was reported to be bleeding in the nose while laughing idly, covered in you know what.
That’s borderline nonsensical. To think that the 8th, the almighty Demon Lord Barbatos, who had broken men in the bed for centuries, be bested by a young’n is pure comedy. If there was something that could even be considered a hypothetical truth, then this is a farce for the 1st to smear shit
on the 8th’s name.
Can’t say I’m wrong or not, but I’m just telling.
Hah. This was a waste of time.
