Risa The Hero Pt 01

The Kingdom of Yole needed a hero. I was supposed to be that hero.

Then why, pray tell, am I in bed with the fucking demon king?

He was muscular, with ash-gray skin and stupid, sexy draconic horns. Not lean, either--built like a bear. I wasn't small myself, but where I was taller, he was wider. And gods... his cock. How the hell was it so thick? Everything would have been fine, until he dropped that little truth bomb on me.

"Eh, it's Risa. That's... surprising. Haven't been asked that in a long time," I'd said, trying to play it cool when he asked my name. Being the chosen hero, my name and face have been plastered all over Yole since I was a kid. I should have known. God, I should've known. But alcohol and good dick tend to run any reasoning out of me.

He turned to me then, eyes soft. "Ah, about that, Risa... can I tell you a secret?"

"Sure, Liam, I'm good at keeping secrets."

I remember the way his voice settled into my ear. Velvety. Just the kind I liked, with that slight rasp and gentle tone. The kind I want to call me a good girl while choking me. Then he said it, just like that:

"I'm the demon king."

We were lying down together. We'd fucked nearly all night. His wide cock pushed against my sweet spots so perfectly I thought I'd faint. But he was gentle--too gentle, for the most part. Deep-stroking that fat cock of his inside me just enough to make me want more. He didn't let either of us cum for at least an hour. Just worshipping my breasts, which I'm a bit self-conscious about, since they're on the smaller side. And slowly fucking me. I told him no kissing--I don't kiss sex friends--so he focused his tongue on my nipples.

He's good. Too good, almost. Our compatibility left me breathless more times than one. I tried to give as hard as I got, but once he upped the ante, I couldn't compete at all.

Ugh, even reminiscing has me wet. Laying in this bed next to him. Anyway, of course his secret was that he's the fucking demon king, because why wouldn't it be? Drunk as a beer keg, he went on and on about how he's on some mission to survey the sides of Yole where humanity and demonkind coexist. Seaport was one such place. He just didn't expect to... well, find me. What he thinks is just a tall, caramel-skinned swordswoman with a fetish for breastplay.

I didn't come clean all night. I mean, this is his fault, isn't it? Surely some plot by the demon king. Plus, if I tell him, there's no way we're fucking again. That was the best dick I've had... ever.

I nearly yelped as he yawned beside me, my racing thoughts running to hide, leaving me gaping like a fish.

"Good morning, Liam!" I said quickly--in a way that most definitely made me look suspicious. Now that I was sobered up, I felt a little more conscious of the fact that I'm destined to kill him.

"Good morning, Risa. Thank you for last night. It was... my first time, if I'm being honest." He turned away, fiddling with his hair and looking off to the side.

Oh, come the hell on.

"Was it...? You did well, Mr. Demon King. Very well. Almost so well I don't really believe that. Is that wrong of me?" I responded, trying to sound cool. Leaning back on the bed, he gently took my hand in his. I nearly hesitated, but I couldn't deny the rapid beating of my heart. I looked into his eyes--what are supposed to be dark, twisted eyes of a monster... still kinda sexy.

"I wouldn't jest, Risa. I'm not one for, erm... fraternizing with others in such a way. That I promise." He gripped my hand tighter. "Actually, I couldn't. I... I wouldn't have wanted that with anyone else."

I'm done for. His hand is shaking. He's looking at me like I'm the only thing in the world. The only thing in his world.

"L-Liam, we can't do this. Okay? I really, really enjoyed my time with you. Seriously, like... you were great." I groaned. There's no way to make this sound like a rejection flat out. Is there? And why does that bother me?

"You're right. A demon king can't exactly just date a human woman so easily."

I tensed. Told myself he didn't mean anything by it, but got pissed nonetheless.

"Right, a big, bad murderer who kills by the droves. Sending his legions of the undead to attack people isn't particularly someone I want to date," I spit out. Not trying to, but definitely sounding like a bitch. An offended bitch.

He rose from the bed, still naked, his face scrunched slightly.

"If humans weren't pushing onto our borders after breeding like rabbits, perhaps it wouldn't be necessary for us to regain what was once ours," he said, his tail swishing.

"Says the one trying his best to breed me just a few hours ago. Average humans are weak, Liam. We get together in cities and build them to protect one another--not to encroach. How are we supposed to control that each demon needs an eight-mile-long castle to accommodate his ego?" I snapped, breath coming in hot, short gasps.

I started this. I know I did. And yet, I want to slug him. Just once. I waited for his retort, but he paused. His eyes glued to me.

"I got emotional. I'm sorry. So please don't make a face like that. I know I have no right... but I don't want to see, or be the cause of, your anguish."

I blushed red immediately, sauntering up to him, grabbing his shoulders.

"Y-You!" I started. But I couldn't finish. I didn't know what to say. I really, really didn't know what to say. So I just kissed him.

He froze. Then kissed me back. His arm moved to my waist to pull me closer. I pleaded for him, just like I did last night--the night I took his first. Opening my mouth as his forked tongue intertwined with mine. The feeling alone made me wet. Which I couldn't hide. I didn't want to hide it.

I'm such a mess.

When we finally parted, he reached a hand up to wipe a tear from my cheek.

"Huh? Why am I... I'm sorry. I... no, I mean, fuck you, but like... ah, fuck!" I whispered, my voice dropping.

"I'm the hero, you asshole. and I have a duty to uphold... look at what you did to me."

I reached downward. grabbing his hand, guiding it to my wet folds. then looked up at him. "please."