Chapter 60 – Chapter 59 – Glory to the Queen (1)

Hernan once again felt the touch of the horn in his hand.
The surface was smooth, but the curved horns were very hard.

It would have been a very painful process for her if she had completely changed this hard thing as Sharpie insisted.

“Ha…”

The sharpie, the owner of her horn, removed her mouth from Hernán’s cock for a moment, dripping her saliva to the floor.
She pulled her twitching tail out of her baby’s hand on her bed.

Hernán, sitting in her chair, opened her mouth to her sharpie, who knelt between herself and her bed.

“Why don’t you just focus on one thing? I think it will be cold soon anyway.”

“Am I worth it? Both feel good.”

Sharpie kept wagging her tail, listening to her baby’s laughter.
Her daughter kept waving her hand to see if she liked it very much.

The demon king held him lightly, then pulled out his tail again, playing with the child and opening his mouth again.

“L? Poke me again.”

“Good…”

Hernán held her horn firmly in her hand and prepared to plunge her face towards him relentlessly.

Sharpie begged her to suck her cock by grabbing her horns as she ejaculated.
She was said to be called a horned jappel within her race.

His strong arms tugged wildly at the sharpie’s horn.

“Whoops!”

Sharpie groaned as he pressed her lips into Hernán’s groin.
She tightened her neck muscles and her body trembled as the cock invaded her throat at once.

The tightness of the airway that was panting to secure her air somehow gripped the cock and stimulated it.

“Ugh, uh, uh, uh…”

The Sharpie twitched her tongue and stimulated Hernán’s pillar even as she was out of breath.
Hernán, who had been there for a moment, pushed her horn as he did before.

“Huh… !”

There was a rush of air rushing into her mouth and nose.
Hernán tugged at her horns as he looked at her, who had not yet swallowed her breath.

This time she didn’t give her any slack in between and repeated pulling and pushing her horns.

A rough act that doesn’t reflect Sharpie’s will.
The demon king is swung around according to the desire of Hernan, who is only holding the horn.

She shed a few tears at the pain of her horn being pulled and the feeling of being choked.
But she twitched her tail at the same time and her red heart eyes twinkled.

It was a sign she often gave when her pleasure was rising.

Sharpie, does this feel good?
Is this a service close to torture that does not reflect any of her self and her will?

The first time he did this, when Sharpie was about to run out of breath, Hernán stopped in surprise.
However, Shapi insisted that the image of a woman being brutally beaten was the essence of Horn Jobpel, and she insisted on doing it again later.

After several attempts, Hernán gradually got used to this bizarre behavior.

He stabbed her indiscriminately at the root of her tongue, uvula, trachea, and esophagus, as he pleased.

I liked the feeling of tapping the uvula, which automatically reached when I poked at the root of her tongue, and the feeling of the deep part of her throat, which shook and contracted every time I touched it.

Hernán was totally absorbed in this time of having Sharpie’s face at will.
Anyway, Sharpie herself actively recommends it, so she has nothing to distance herself from.

He yanked the horns of her sharpie toward the root of his cock, ignoring her usual warning before ejaculation.

“Mmmm!”

Sharpie grabbed Hernán’s thighs as she let out a strangled moan, perhaps surprised by her sudden pull and ejaculation.
Hernán let out a short exclamation as he felt her semen suck in, and gripped her horn harder.

A series of gulp fills the room.
The neck of the sharpie slithered and made a lewd sound.

Before long, she sucked in everything, smiled and slowly pulled her cock out of her neck.
Hernando loosened her grip on her horn and helped her spit it out with ease.

“Coke… Hehe, it’s cool today too. You don’t do much with other girls?”

Sharpie murmured, running her tongue over a little of her semen in her mouth.

Considering the number of women here and the escape method here, as she said, Hernan’s sex should be more than normal.
However, the actual number was rather small.

So whenever the sharpie feeds her spirit, concentrated semen will come out.

Hernán turned her words away, taking her sharpie and removing the hair from the corner of her mouth.

“Somehow. Wasn’t it painful anyway?”

Sharpie took a deep breath in and smiled at her.
She didn’t bother asking further, and said lively.

“Really good! The mighty El grabs me by the horns and pins me down, then drives her down her throat…”

The sharpie gently closed her eyes and twitched her body briefly.
Then, behind me, I heard a baby giggling and laughing.

Her tail vibrated as well, which seemed to be interesting to the baby.

The demon king smiled briskly and held the baby.
Hernán’s first child in her arms now seemed curious about her mother’s horns.

Sharpie said as she sang, letting her only touch her roots to keep her baby from getting stung.

“You can do whatever you want. It’s okay if El breaks her horns at will, and it’s okay if she pulls her tail as if plucking it.”

It is a softly encouraging voice.
As Hernán heard the voice ringing in her ears, she suddenly remembered her place in this place.

The demon gave himself the rank of king.
There has never been a case where Hernán has exercised strong power befitting his position as a king.

When using the right of wish, he had the right to decide whether to grant the final permission, but it was thought that he was just carrying out the procedure, and there was little feeling of actually enjoying power.

The women certainly didn’t treat Hernán as harshly as before, but it didn’t give them the impression that they were treating someone in power.

But what if other people really treat you as a powerful person?

He briefly remembered what had happened in the capital.

Carine, who had no power, gained power at once by declaring herself as one of the heirs to the throne in the royal family.

Even though she herself could not deal with it effectively, her others treated her as her authority figure.

In other words, power was created overnight if people believed in it.

“L.”

At Sharpie’s call, Hernan woke up from his thought.
The demon king’s face was half-hidden by the baby struggling to grab the horn.

She gently comforted her daughter and held her to her chest.
And she even said

“Would you like to give me an order?”

“Command?”

“Huh. Command what you want to do. For example, making me do or say things that I would dislike…”

Hernán scratched his cheek.
Even if I suddenly asked for something like that, nothing came to mind.
She didn’t even want to do something she didn’t like.

Sharpie suggested in a coy voice.

“Or, why don’t she order Elle to do something she wants to do but she wouldn’t normally dare to ask for?”

Hernán stared blankly at Sharpie and her daughter before finally opening his mouth.

“Then can you close your eyes?”

“Oh? It’s a classic but tense command. Are you trembling a little?”

With her eyes completely closed, she waited for Hernán’s orders or violence to pour upon her.
But what Hernan gave her was something completely different.

“Oh, grab my horn again… Uh?”

The Sharpie looked bewildered at the soft feel of her antlers.
At first, she seemed to think that Hernan was trying to grab her horns again, but the feel of her horns was too elastic to be human flesh, so she seemed to be taken aback.

Hernán told her to open her eyes in her coy voice.
Sharpie opened her eyes.

Then he saw Hernán pulling up her pants.
She looked at Hernan to see if it was okay to touch her horn.

Hernán told her to wait and brought the bronze mirror from her room.

Sharpie took the mirror and opened her mouth.

“What. Did you put something humiliating on my horns?”

Hernán thought she wasn’t wrong in the big picture, and she felt her face heat up a bit.
The sharpie frowned at the pole-shaped object hanging from her horn.

“What?”

The item, neatly cut and wrapped in surplus towels and clothes, completely wrapped around the tip of the demon king’s horn and was fixed.
Sharpie touched it quickly and widened her eyes.

“How about this texture?”

The sharpie squeezed as she hurriedly pulled the hook from her horn with a pop.

“Resilience that is immediately restored to its original state even though it is pressed lightly. And even the size that can be held in one hand?”

She looked at Hernán with a laugh as if it were absurd.

“This is a male masturbation device! Did you get it from my special room?”

“Uh…”

A male masturbator that Sharpie used to play around with.
She said that it was a popular product in which the inside of dreamers’ vaginas were completely reproduced with slime and treated magically.

Was it something like a revolution, which accounts for a large part of the dreamer society’s financial income?

Anyway, a few days ago, Hernán completely wrapped the somewhat embarrassing thing in cloth, and a moment ago closed the sharpie’s eyes and put it on both sides of her horn.

“Sharpy, you said you would sharpen the tip to avoid hurting your child with sharp horns while playing with them.”

Sharpie listened to Hernán as she dazedly jerked her masturbator.

“But after having sex with you by the horns a few times, it seems that the horns also have a sense. Of course it will be very painful when you sharpen the horns, right?”

“I guess so…”

While the demon lord muttered, her daughter waved her arm, showing interest in an object she had never seen before.
Hernán went on with her, not allowing her sharpie to touch her safety device that would stick to her horn.

“So I thought it would be nice to just put something on the pointy horn part. Of course, among the horned demons, there may be items that are used separately, but there are no such things here, right? So I looked for something that could be a substitute.”

“The conclusion is onahole?”

“Did he say his name was Onahol? Yeah, that seemed just right. It’s elastic enough that it won’t fall out when you put it on the horn, and it’s soft, so it won’t be a problem even if kids play and bump into it.”

Besides, she doesn’t need a masturbation device for herself anyway.
Rather, if you use something like this, women will get angry.

The demon king looked blankly at Hernan’s gift.
Even if Hernán was a dreamer, she thought that this kind of thing was too absurd, and she hurriedly said.

“Of course, if you don’t like it, I’ll cut a tree separately and make something to cover the sharp points. Anyway, let’s not grind the horns.”

Sharpie suddenly moved her hand.
She put her masturbator, which became a horn holder, back into her horn.

And she looked in the mirror again.

“Pooh!”

Sharpie cried out, unable to contain her burst of laughter.

“Eh, to wear this and live? Still, I’m the Demon King, but you’re too dignified!”

The laughter kept coming and she stuttered quite a bit.
Hernán lamented his hopeless creativity and prepared his mind to cut wood.

“Take it!”

Then Sharpie lunged at him and lightly rammed her head into Hernán’s chest.
Her chest should have been pierced by her menacingly grown horns as she was, but no shock was transmitted along with the feeling of her firmness.

Hernan also asked a question, thinking that he was laughing for some reason.

“What are you doing?”

“Performance test! OK, very satisfied.”

Sharpie continued poking Hernan’s body here and there with her horn, giggling.

“It’s okay because the original appearance is not visible at this level. And the girls outside won’t even know what this is anyway?”

Sharpie now lifts her baby up and lets her touch her horns and safety harness, she said happily.

“Is there a secret between me, L, and my child?”

When she heard that, she felt strange.
The secret between us that the other women don’t know what it’s made of.

Sharpie making her secret, she looked unadorned and delighted as ever.
She came to Hernán with her heart eyes twinkling.

With a groan, the two lips met and fell.
Hernan said quietly, looking at Sharpie’s lovely eyes.

“Did you like it?”

She was even worried that she might hear her accusations that she gave her such ridiculous things because she thought she was a dreamer.
That’s why I was quite happy with her reaction.

Sharpie smiled brightly and nodded her head.

“Huh! Sincerely.”

Completely forgetting what had urged Hernán to do her bidding, she applied the new ornament to her antlers.

Then Sharpie smiled at her and spoke to Hernán.

“As expected, I should give a gift like this too, right?”

Hernán frowned slightly as she watched her pull out her breasts.

“No way?”

“I also…”

“Please don’t stir-fry…”

Hernan waved her hand and interrupted her.
And she quickly lifted her daughter up.
He held her baby out towards the sharpie preparing to launch her.

The baby immediately latched on to her own mother’s spiky nipple.

“Oh?”

Sharpie stopped her movement this time as if she hadn’t expected it.
She looked at Hernán, bursting out laughing as before.

“Our King will not be stabbed by anything sharp!”

Hernan also smiled and responded.

“Be careful, too, Queen. You never know when or where the dagger will come.”

Sharpie didn’t answer and crouched down holding her baby.
She then pulled out of Hernán’s trousers the very vicious dagger with which she had stabbed herself hundreds of times.

Thinking that today would be fast from the morning, Hernán grabbed her by the horns and pulled.

Her horns, wrapped in something soft, were more catchy than before.