Elira took hold of my firm penis, stroking it up and down before aiming it at her pussy. "Just relax," she added, smiling innocently. I'll make you feel good."

She lowered her hips sheepishly, her body trembled, and her vagina constricted as I felt my penis deep inside her. Trying not to flinch, she bit her bottom lip, but she didn't falter. She lifted her butt, then lowered it again, her fingertips tracing my chest. She rode me over and over. She moved slowly and timidly at first, but as she gained confidence, she increased the motion until her hips made the slapping sound "plap, plap, plap." She eventually straightened up, her heart-shaped eyes staring into the ceiling and her tongue protruding from her mouth.

"Ahn, ahn, it's so good. Kyara. Ahn..."

I put my head on my hands and allowed a small smile to appear on my face. I couldn't help but laugh as she had a good time.

Her luscious breasts jiggled ceaselessly in my eyes, beckoning me to seize them. I pinched her nipples and she groaned. I leaned forward because I could no longer hold still. I gently licked her pink nipple after putting my lips around it. I nibbled her nipple after she let out another beautiful groan. I teased her with my other hand as well, frequently flicking my index around her nipple.

Elira abruptly slammed my body on the bed once more, as though she were under the influence of a demon. She flicked and licked my nipples in retaliation.

A moan escaped my mouth, and I could see her grin as she playfully licked my nipple. Now I understood how stimulating it was to have my nipples played. I tried to endure, but her victory was secured when my penis burst a shot in her vagina. I couldn't endure the stimulation. However, she also came at the same time at me.

Elira raised her body and grinned at me smugly. "Hehe, I just won against the renowned Slaughter Devil."

Even though she only said that as a joke, the word 'defeat' stirred my heart. Defeat? Nobody had defeated me before! I needed to take my revenge and teach her a lesson. I am invincible.

Even though I just came, my penis was hard as ever. I grabbed her hips and thrust her vagina hard.

"Ahn...Kyara? Please wait. My inside is sensitive right no—kyaa!"

I didn't listen to her and penetrated her deeper. Her vagina was still wet so it helped me to move faster. I thrust my hips faster like a raging bull.

She dropped on my face and embraced my neck after what seemed like an endless number of thrusts. I decided to let her back rest and switched our positions. Then, I pumped her vagina harder and quicker. I still hadn't taught her enough lessons yet .

"Oh, Kyara. Please be gentle," she begged as she hugged my neck tighter.

I drew my hips back, exposing my penis to her vaginal opening. After letting her rest for a moment, I thrust her so deep that I felt my penis entering her womb. She started to groan, but I kissed her. I then repeatedly pumped her once more.

"Ah, ahn, ahn. So good!" Elira moaned as she wrapped her legs around my butt.

We stayed in that position for what felt like an eternity. Her breath brushed against my skin as I lost myself in the depth of her golden eyes.

"I'm about to cuuum!" Elira exclaimed as she squirted her twentieth orgasm.

After that, she looked at me weakly, her gaze flickering with something close to affection. A faint smile tugged at her lips, barely more than a whisper of warmth. Then, her eyelids fluttered, and in a quiet, breathless moment, she passed out, her body going limp as her smile faded into stillness.

She was satisfied, but I wasn't finished yet. I hadn't arrived yet. However, I pulled my penis since I didn't want to push myself on her without her knowledge.

I had to do something with my stiff penis, so I gave it quick, sharp strokes while looking at her sleeping face. Eventually, I was also about to come. I stroked it for the last time, and my semen splashed on her face.

"That was nice, princess." Observing my semen drip down her mouth, nose, and chin made me smile. A few even trickled down her ears.

Coming on a princess's face gave me a sense of pride. If only I could paint, I would draw her right now. Alas, I could only etch this into my memory.

I sighed and began to wipe her face. She was still a princess after all. Sure we had a nice night, but who knew if she would be offended when I came on her face. I would rather stay out of the problem.

After cleaning her face and vagina, I covered both of us with a blanket, and then I rested beside her.

"Goodnight, princess," I said as I kissed her cheek. Then, I also closed my eyes. I had a feeling that tomorrow would be a good day.

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I woke up before the princess, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. I sat up slowly, careful not to disturb her, and slipped quietly from the bed. Just as I was about to stand, I felt her gaze on me. Her eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, and she stared at me in confusion.

"Where are you going?" she asked, her voice thick with drowsiness.

I hesitated for a moment, then answered softly, "I don’t want people to gossip about you. I thought it best if I left."

Before I could take another step, she sprang from the bed. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around me from behind, pressing her cheek to my back. "I still want to be with you. Don't leave me," she whispered.

I shook my head. "I can't do that," I said. "I don't want to give you a bad reputation if you are seen with me in your room."

She paused for a moment, then stepped in front of me, her eyes searching mine. "I wouldn’t get a bad reputation if you took responsibility for me," she said softly.

Her gaze softened, and a faint blush colored her cheeks. "I love you," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. "When I'm around you, I can feel my heart pounding, wild and uncontrollable. It’s the first time a man has ever made me feel this way." She took a step closer, her hands gently grasping my own. "Please," she added, her voice laced with both longing and vulnerability, "Don't leave me."

I faced her with a cool mind, allowing myself a moment of quiet thought. She was one of the most beautiful women in the kingdom, her reputation untarnished, and her lineage the highest of noble blood. It wasn’t a bad thing to tie myself to her. The decision seemed almost too logical to resist.

I reached out and took her hand. "I understand," I said, "I will officially propose to you."

She looked at me, her expression a mix of hope and expectation. I held her gaze, the certainty of my next words clear. "I will face the king in today’s meeting and ask him for our engagement."

She looked at me, her eyes widening with a mix of surprise and joy. "Are you serious?" she asked, her voice trembling with hope.

I nodded, a soft smile tugging at my lips, and before I could say anything more, she leapt toward me, her arms wrapping around me in an eager, joyful hug. The warmth of her embrace was immediate, and I couldn’t help but smile in return, the happiness radiating from her contagious.

She was so innocent, so full of  joy, that it made my heart ache in the best possible way. I held her close, feeling of the closeness between us, her excitement infectious.

I left her room and began walking toward the meeting room. As I passed by, I could hear the maids murmuring quietly, their voices barely a whisper but filled with curiosity. I didn’t bother to look their way or listen to their hushed conversations. Let them gossip, I thought.

In fact, the more I considered it, the more I realized that rumors about me and her wouldn’t be such a bad thing. It might even be beneficial, stirring interest or solidifying my position. As I walked, my pace steady and purposeful, the idea began to settle comfortably in my mind. Let the whispers spread. The princess was mine now, and no one could steal her from me. Not even the king.

I entered the meeting room, and the eyes of many nobles turned toward me as I stepped in. Even the king was here, his gaze steady and piercing. I was the last noble to arrive, and I could feel the tension in the air.

Almost immediately, one of the nobles, Duke Alistair, leaned forward with a frown, his voice cutting through the quiet hum of the room. "So, the newly appointed Count has decided to grace us with his presence," he said. "Daring to be late, even though you’ve only just gained your title?"

I straightened my back, meeting his gaze without hesitation. "I apologize," I said smoothly. "The princess was reluctant to let me go." I let the words hang in the air, and a murmur ran through the room as many turned to look at me, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Even the king raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable.

The silence lingered, but the Duke wasn’t finished. For some reason, he seemed intent on digging into me further. "You speak of the princess as if that matters," he said, his voice thick with disdain. "But we are facing a kingdom-wide threat—the invasion of demons. A serious matter, yet you cannot seem to show a serious attitude."

I bowed slightly. "Of course, I am serious," I said, my voice steady. "I’ve fought on the battlefield, and I have contributed greatly in the past. I know the weight of our current situation."

As Duke Alistair opened his mouth to speak again, his words frozen on the tip of his tongue, the king raised a hand, his voice firm and commanding. "Enough," he said, silencing the room with a single word. "Sit, Count."

I nodded and took my place at the table, the weight of the room's eyes on me as I settled into the seat. Duke Alistair cast me a sharp glance before turning his attention to a Marquis. "Marquis Velen," he said, his tone still edged with irritation, "explain the situation to our esteemed Count."

The Marquis, a renowned battle strategist, nodded. "A town in Duke Alistair's territory, Ravendale, has fallen to the demons," he began, his voice calm and authoritative. "It is a crucial location, and the king has ordered that we reclaim it. All of us must send reinforcements."

The room fell silent, each noble digesting the weight of the task. After a few moments, the tension in the air grew thick. I raised my hand slowly, catching the king’s gaze.

"Your Majesty," I said. "I don't have troops yet."

Duke Alistair chuckled. "Perhaps you should go to the battlefield yourself, Count," he said. "I’m sure the great Slaughter Devil can win the day by his own hand. After all, you’ve earned that reputation, haven’t you?"

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips, but I kept my tone even. "I can," I replied simply, the confidence in my voice cutting through the room like a blade.

The Marquis, who had been quiet until now, leaned forward slightly, his expression more thoughtful than hostile. "I must warn you," he said kindly. "The town is currently occupied by a general who serves under a Heavenly King. It won’t be an easy battle."

I met his gaze without hesitation. "Nah, I'd win," I said, my voice unwavering.

There was a brief silence before I turned my gaze to the king, my heart steady in my chest. "Since I will be going to the battlefield personally, I would like to request a reward."

The king, who had been silent up until this point, gave a small nod. "I will grant you one request," he said, his tone neutral.

I smirked, the words already forming in my mind. "If I reclaim Ravendale, I want one of your master-class wizards to guard my territory for a year, and I want to be engaged to Princess Elira."

The room went still. Duke Alistair’s face twisted with surprise, and the others exchanged uneasy glances. But I kept my eyes locked on the king, waiting for his response.