However, neither of them focused on the quest itself.
'I wonder if he will do anything while we are alone...' Velvet's beautiful eyes, swirling with a black and purple colour, watched Asmodeus, who leaned against the carriage seat and closed his eyes. She couldn't help herself from watching him. Yet each ti he opened his eyes, she would turn away and pretend to be caring for her armour.
"Are you nervous, Velvet?"
"E-eh? Why would I be nervous about hunting a weak wyvern?" She puffed her chest and looked at Asmodeus for the first ti since they left Baltimore.
"I ant spending the night with , though?"
"Heh?!"
Asmodeus showed a sneaky smile, his lips lifting to form a huge grin. Velvet's eyes widened, her mouth opening, but no words ca out. Instead, she dropped her armour and acted embarrassed.
"You... don't be so rude if you co into my bed... I will!"
"Oh? What will you do? Greet in a sexy night dress, or maybe you like to sleep nude?"
Velvet's changes because of Asmodeus were greater than any of the other won thought. Her normally tight and fierce attitude crumbled in seconds as she tried to give a ferocious glare but with bright red cheeks. To Asmodeus, she just looked lovely.
'Why... my cheeks feel hot and my chest is beating like a drum. This man is too annoying. Why can't I treat him like the past?!'
Outside the carriage, both sides showed the forest, while many traders and adventurers crossed the path, so with pristine weapons, others using poor items and sharpening them in small camps. Many people looked at the carriage with a look of disgust or maybe mockery, since who would expect adventurers to use a carriage to reach a quest destination?
"Velvet, you need to relax. Co sit here. I will massage your hands."
"What are you doing?!"
"It's called a hand massage, it is very common in my world, just sit down."
"D-do not tell what to do! Do you want to lose those hands?!" Velvet's flushed face and shaky voice only caused Asmodeus to chuckle and pat the seat next to him. She was like a wildcat or a feral wolf that seed to have gained a taste for a person's warmth. However, Asmodeus also knew the difference between a cornered animal and one that was waiting for a al.
"Just sit down. If you like it, then I can give you a hand massage. If not, I will treat you and cook for dinner, okay?"
"Tch... stupid! Fine..."
The shy and awkward Velvet slowly sat down, keeping a distance from Asmodeus. She felt his large and firm hands envelop her smaller and slender ones. The softness of his fingers gently rubbed and squeezed her palms, making Velvet let out a soft sigh.
She felt pleasant, a pleasure different from before, as he pressed her fingers and at, slowly grinding and circling the sore muscles in her palm. Velvet let out a loud squeal as he squeezed the flesh between her thumb and first finger, but the sensation after the pain made her moan in a lovely voice.
"Feel good?"
"S-shut up... this is too rough."
"Velvet, you would fit right at a massage parlour. You must get a lot of tension on your shoulders. Want to try them?"
"D-don't be disgusting..."
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Yet, despite her fierce tone and rejection, she slowly ca closer. When Asmodeus finished her left hand, which did not tingle and felt strange, though her fingers also beca more loose and relaxed, she placed her other hand on his lap, touching his crotch for a mont.
"Why do you have a club in your pants?!" Velvet's eyes narrowed before she blushed after squeezing and getting a handful of his 'club' before letting out a lovely squeak. "Oh... oh.. my..."
'It's amazing!'
Her fingers, which were still shaking, touched her palm and tried to feel the lingering warmth. It was an unfamiliar experience, sothing that she never experienced before.
"How is it? Do you like it?"
"Shut up! You are just a pig, so stop being so smug! Hurry, massage my hand... Hmph!"
Velvet then turned away, her cheeks bright red as the feeling of that heavy, warm sensation lingered in her imagination. The weapon pulsed in her mind while her hands caressed and touched herself. Yet, it was a simple fantasy, one that the real Asmodeus would probably fulfil if she asked.
"Nn~ that's so good... I feel really comfortable." Velvet's lovely, deep voice echoed from the carriage as he cracked her fingers and used his mana to soothe both her joints and damaged hands. The decades of fighting, swordsmanship and other martial arts long wearing down her cartilage and bones so he healed her entire arm to the state when she was eighteen.
"Ahn~ it's so good, it hurts but the deep feeling of pain makes my head turn white!"
Asmodeus couldn't help but feel turned on by her words and moaning, but the truth was he would just deal with an old wound in her hand. He once heard Alan speak about how she fought against the monster and a wound that stopped her from wielding her spear and sword forever.
This wound, Asmodeus, was determined to heal. He had already treated it with his magic, but he could not finish it all without her noticing because he needed to break the bones and set them.
Hence, he took this chance to do the rest of the healing process slowly, making her feel sexual pleasure from her hands as if they were her erogenous zones, thanks to his magic; when she reached her climax, he would break and repair her bones in the short ti before she recovered.
'I am happy to be a demon king of lust and sexual things... so I can make you feel less pain while healing your wounded body.'
"W-what are you doing?!"
Asmodeus then kissed Velvet's ring finger, using his lips to suckle the flesh and bring pleasure to her whole hand.
"I am just trying to heal you, the best way to clean a cut is with your own saliva, rember?"
"E-Eh~ what? Is that t-true... Ahn~ I don't know... nothing makes sense... Nnn~ stop... I don't..."
Velvet's senses were overwheld by the pleasure. Her heart was pounding, and the feelings rising in her body reached a limit as she felt a strange connection with Asmodeus and a strong sense of trust in his arms.
"Hmm~ it's so good... but this is bad... I-I can't control myself anymore... ahn~ I feel so good, but why does my arm feel strange?"
Velvet had little self-control with pleasure; she was weaker than a fresh virgin. Her life revolved around fighting, magic and battle, which gave her little ti to date. Rather, because of her curse, a side effect of that curse damaged her magic pathways.
These pathways affected her nerves, which linked to most of her body, causing her to feel little to no sensation.
From the mont Asmodeus beca a Demon Lord, he began to use their training to heal and repair them at a slow rate. As her pleasure and pain increased, so did the addictive feeling when she felt them.
"Nggh!"
Asmodeus wanted to take her by surprise, using her pleasure to overload her system and force her to stay calm. Therefore, as she felt his tongue lick her index finger, the one with a distorted bone from a past breakage and unable to hold a weapon, a strange feeling erupted.
'Sothing's coming... it's hot, what did he do to ?!'
Velvet's heart began to beat fast, and her body shook with excitent. Then, with her mind muddled and confused by the strange sensations, Asmodeus quickly broke the damaged bones in her hand while Velvet arched her back, releasing the waves of pleasure and intense pain mixed and crashing through her mind.
'It hurts~ It's amazing... I'm dying.... ah... I can feel sothing. My crotch is so warm and... wet?!'
The sudden rush and overflow of pain and pleasure, the combined power of her oversensitive nerves, shocked her body. She lost the ability to control her muscles as she shuddered and shivered.
'What is this?!'
She panted as a strange sensation ca from her crotch, sending a wave of heat and awful dampness that felt sticky and strange... 'It's not the ti of the red moon... but what happened... it feels horrible, I need to change...'
However, her hand was no longer distorted; the bones were straight, a little bruised, but his mana was slowly pumping into her hand to heal the broken flesh and bone to a perfect state.
"Did you enjoy the massage, Velvet?" Asmodeus smirked before leaning closer to her.
"Eh? What? Did you speak to ... ah, stop... you pervert."
Velvet's hands were limp, with a gaze between a fogged and dazed or a panicked and worried expression. It was her first-ever orgasm, one that sent her mind to a dazed state.
"Did you have an accident in the carriage, Velvet?"
"Hmph! Shut up. It's nothing..."
"Why are you blushing?"
"I-It's because you are talking about sothing so embarrassing! Stop talking, or I will... ah..."
Asmodeus watched her carefully; his eyes drifted to her waist as she wore a simple leather tunic and long black pants, but her crotch was clearly soaked, as she kept trying to hide it with her sword belt, which had a small leather skirt to protect her thighs.
"Stay away! It's fine, just wait a minute."
Asmodeus spoke while picking up a napkin and touching her legs, which made her stiffen and push him away, but her gaze turned to him, and she noticed a change in his crotch, causing her to rush away like a frightened rabbit.
"S-stop, you idiot! I can do it myself. A-anyways, I need so fresh air."
"Are you sure you can walk?" Asmodeus smiled widely, showing his perfect teeth before he nodded and let out a loud sigh.
He couldn't tease her too much and tapped the wagon to signify they needed a brief break; though it was a little early, he didn't mind having lunch sooner. However, he looked at Velvet with a smile and stroked her exposed shoulder.
"You change in here. I will step outside. You are a lady, after all."
"You?! Wait... no!"
Asmodeus saw Velvet's cheeks turn bright red before she nodded as he closed all the curtains and opened the door before he jumped out the mont the carriage stopped.
"Thank you... Sir Asmodeus...."
'Heh~ maybe the wildcat will not be so wild after all.'
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