[Demon King's Son]
Opening his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling—no, a familiar bosom.
'After about eighteen years, even this has become familiar.'
Was it because he'd dreamed of the old days? Suddenly, fluffy memories began to well up.
The bosom he'd suckled and fondled countless times over the years.
At first, he'd tried everything to escape, but with his tiny infant body, there was no way he could break free from an adult—let alone the Demon King.
In the end, he'd given up and suckled at her breast like a baby. Well, he was a baby, technically speaking. What pissed him off the most was how surprisingly delicious her milk had been.
He turned his head and glanced down at his own body.
It was the frame of a boy who looked about fourteen or fifteen at most. The muscles he'd built up had bulked him out some, but he was still scrawny compared to a full-grown adult.
But eighteen years had passed since the Demon King had cast that forbidden spell, the Reincarnation Spell, turning him back into a baby.
It might seem strange at first glance, but the Demon King had assured him that all demonkin were like this.
Unlike humans, who grew steadily, demons underwent three awakenings to reach full maturity. Until his third awakening in two years' time, he'd be stuck in this boyish body.
It had been a few years since his second awakening had given him this adolescent form. He was long used to it by now, but every so often, he missed his fully grown physique.
A surge of petty frustration welled up, and he reached out toward her breast.
Squish.
As expected, even the Demon King's breasts were fit for a queen. This voluptuous fullness and texture never got old, no matter how many thousands of times he groped them. Add in the taboo thrill of his small body and their bizarre situation, and...
Even though it was routine by now, a strange excitement stirred within him, and he began kneading her breast with lewd, insistent motions.
"Nngh...♡ My son, aren't you a bit too energetic this early in the morning?"
Stirred awake by the stimulation, she let out a drowsy moan and cracked her eyes open.
"You're one to talk, showing up in my bed wearing underwear like that."
As he'd pointed out, the Demon King was clad in provocative black see-through lingerie. Even he, no expert on women's undergarments, could tell it was the sort an ordinary woman might save for a special night.
But the Demon King always slept like this.
The black sheer fabric complemented her pale, faintly bluish skin perfectly.
"Hee hee, and that's why your little friend down there is..."
Squeeze.
"Guh!"
"...standing at full attention, isn't it?"
"...Shut up. It's just morning wood, that's all."
"My son is just so shy."
She smiled softly. But to him, it looked like the lascivious grin of a bitch in heat. Her eyes gleamed like a predator eyeing tasty prey—like a lioness sizing up a gazelle.
'Who would've thought the Demon King had this kind of personality.'
Not that he could've known. Eighteen years ago, their first meeting had consisted of a few words before an all-out brawl. After a grueling battle of several dozen minutes, he'd knocked her out, stashed her in a prepared hideout, and hurried back to avoid detection.
Their pre-reincarnation conversations probably hadn't even hit a hundred words total.
"Here I am, mustering my strength for my son's sake, and you're lost in your own little world."
She snickered.
"What 'mom'?"
He couldn't help but laugh.
They might play at being mother and son on paper, but their relationship was anything but ordinary.
For starters, she was the one yanking down his pants and getting his cock hard.
"I'm the one who turned my son into a demon, so what else could I be but his mother?"
"Hoh."
It was a fair point.
Originally human, he was now a half-demon hybrid—an unprecedented feat. The Reincarnation Spell was meant to bind caster and target in tandem, but she'd brute-forced it with her absurd power.
Because of that, everyone assumed the demon blood in his veins was hers. It wasn't like new blood could just appear out of nowhere. From that angle, calling her his mother made perfect sense.
"Mm. Magnificent as ever."
Even as they bantered, she kept toying with his cock, stroking and squeezing.
She eyed the now-throbbing shaft with a wicked glint.
His body might be that of a boy, but his dick was all man—no, all stud. Even among adults, few matched its size. It looked like something ripped off an orc, and just seeing it made her lower belly throb.
Her body, pierced by this monster hundreds of times, reacted instinctively, arousal flooding through her.
"Haa."
She buried her face in it, inhaling his scent deeply. She'd never tried drugs, but this had to be what they felt like. The smell alone wasn't enough, though.
Smack.
The Demon King naturally pressed her lips to his urethra.
Smack, smooch, smack.
Kissing the pinkish glans repeatedly coaxed out beads of pre-cum from the slit. She lapped them up eagerly. Slurp, slurp—the lewd sounds echoed.
She licked the head clean with her saliva, then moved lower to the sensitive V-spot beneath, sucking it spotless. It started to glisten.
"Nngh..."
Her slow, thorough tongue work tensed his groin, his breath quickening on its own.
Slurrrp, sluuuurp, slurp.
He looked down at the Demon King as she moved past the frenulum to lick the shaft.
The Demon King.
The woman who'd given him new life. And now, she was his successor, his lover.
Their affair wasn't even a secret. Every high-ranking officer in the Demon Army knew. When it first leaked, he'd thought his new life was over—but they'd rejoiced instead.
For one, no one had bought her claim that he was her son.
For another, she'd spent years in total seclusion, focused solely on the war with the continent.
Demons lived long lives, but they weren't immortal.
The birth of her successor and lover was welcome news everyone had awaited. Especially since he'd already proven his strength by then.
'Life really is unpredictable.'
Orphaned, he'd become a mercenary, then a hero. Fought countless demons, betrayed by his comrades. And now? Demon King's lover and heir. What a wild ride.
Amid their brutal clashes, he hadn't noticed, but the Demon King was stunningly beautiful.
Her moderately plump lips wrapped around his cock. Her pert nose. Eyes so dark they seemed to swallow all light. Sleek facial lines. Even with her face buried in his crotch, her noble elegance never faded.
Beauty wasn't just skin-deep.
Her breasts were so massive that even at full maturity, he doubted one hand could cup them. Flesh spilled provocatively from her lingerie. Even face-down, they held their firm, perky shape without flattening.
Her waist below was slender. He knew from experience that faint yet solid abs hid beneath her currently obscured belly.
The curve from hips to ass was as masterful as her bust. Old-timers would rave it was perfect for easy births. The amphora-like S-line curve stirred any man's heart.
"Eep!"
As he admired his lover's face and figure, the Demon King stopped licking and took his cock deep into her mouth.
"Slurrrp, slurp, sluuuurp, smack..."
The glans scraped her palate, bumped her throat, then withdrew. Having done this many times, she modulated her speed and pressure perfectly.
Her tongue glided smoothly along the shaft. Inside her mouth, his cock rolled and rubbed without respite.
Lewd, wet sucking sounds filled the air.
Even after dozens of rounds, her mouth never got boring.
"Haa..."
Hot breath escaped him.
Sensing climax from experience, she ramped up the pace, swallowing him to the hilt.
"Slurp, sluuuurp, mmph! Hngh, glrk! Oo... guh!"
Her nose brushed his pubes as she deep-throated him repeatedly. Even as the tip passed her uvula into her throat, she didn't flinch.
As orgasm built, he instinctively grabbed the back of her head.
Spurt, spuuurt─!!
Hot semen blasted out, battering her throat and rebounding.
The Demon King shuddered in her own climax.
Semen overflowed from her cock-filled mouth.
"Glrk, ngh, slurp."
She gulped it down greedily, mouth still full. She scraped up the spills with her hand, sucking every last drop from his urethra with wet slurps.
"Fuu."
"Slurp. Haa... My son's cum is delicious no matter how much I have."
She swept the final remnants from her hand into her mouth.
"Ah, talk like that and..."
Throb!
"...it gets me hard again."
His cock, briefly softening post-nut, hardened anew under her slutty words and seductive gaze.
"Hee hee, then this time..."
Click.
"...I'll use my tits."
The Demon King unhooked her bra. Her lustrous breasts jiggled as they met the air.
Her heaving bosom enveloped his throbbing cock. The long meat rod buried itself in her flesh, only the tip peeking out—a spectacular sight.
No lube needed. Her saliva had already slicked him up.
She pressed her breasts together from the sides, squeezing tight, and rubbed them against his shaft.
"Mmph."
She leaned down, taking the exposed glans into her mouth.
Overwhelming softness and warmth. Completely vanishing the rod in her body, she began rocking up and down, her movements fervent.
"Mmph... ha! How is it, my son?"
"Why ask now? Obviously the best."
His answer brought a satisfied smile.
"The most beautiful part of this body."
He knew that well.
She'd asked about her tits many times before. She loved them—and so did he. No red-blooded man could hate these near-perfect udders unless he swung the other way.
"Yeah, these tits get me so fucking hard."
"Nngh... The mommy-melons that raised you. Go on, paint them white."
He'd tried to rile her with dirty talk, but she fired back with ease.
"Ha!"
He laughed.
This was the same Demon King who'd blushed at his cock when she first pounced. Seeing her grow so bold felt oddly nostalgic—and arousing.
"Getting so hard for mommy, you naughty boy."
She'd taken a liking to dirty talk, teasing him relentlessly as she titfucked him.
'Mother-son play is a first.'
"Then who's the one sucking her son's dick while her nipples get hard?"
Playing along, he leered and reached down to pinch her stiff nipples.
"Hyah♥"
She let out a delicate moan as he tweaked her hypersensitive nubs.
Her whole body had been tuned into an erogenous zone by him, but her nipples were especially vulnerable. Maybe a lingering rebellion from those forced nursing days, when he'd gotten payback with his tongue.
"Ahh, eek, haang!"
Thrilling moans leaked with every twist. Like playing a fine instrument. A woman's body was its own masterpiece.
She shot him a playful glare and nipped his glans in revenge. Her soft lips barely grazed the sensitive spot, but his hips bucked anyway.
The glans was a man's most vulnerable point. With it held hostage, he was done for.
"Smooch, smack, slurp, hng. Think you can take on mommy...? Bad cocks get punished. Slurrrp, smooch."
Her tone rose playfully, like mock anger.
She sucked the head noisily on purpose. Her "punishment" worked wonders.
"Guh!"
She'd pinned him down effectively.
"Smoooo ch, sluuuuuurp."
"Eep!"
The intensifying suction made him blow another load into her mouth.
Gulp, gulp.
Unlike the first time, when she'd vacuumed it all up like a delicacy, she let some spill this round. Overflowing semen trickled into her cleavage, spreading across her breasts.
Covered in cum on her mouth and tits, she looked utterly depraved.
"Gulp... hng... gulp, mm, hng... mmph."
After spilling just enough, she swallowed the rest with eager gulps.
Finally, she shook her breasts to milk out every drop before releasing the glans.
"Hmmm."
"What's up?"
"I meant to finish you with just my tits, but my mouth got involved."