Chapter 85 – Chapter 83 – The Throne Is Too Narrow (5)

“Special Nutritional Diet for Pregnant Hmamas Sharpie. It is very good for the body because it contains the love of the child’s father!”

Sharpie spoke like a street advertisement in a mall.
Unfortunately, Hernan, who had to manufacture it, couldn’t smile.

However, the demon king laughed rather giggly when he saw such a hard expression.

“The kids are asleep, so let’s hurry up!”

Hernan glanced to the side.
She saw her daughter sleeping soundly, as she said.

When she moved her gaze forward again, there was a pie covered with whipped cream and honey.

Of course, Pi also waited patiently for his disposition, standing still between the dreamer and the human man.

“Under…”

The reluctance to do something unworthy of precious food.
However, I also wondered if she wouldn’t mind since she would prefer the dream horse anyway.

Sharpie covered her nose and laughed as Hernán slowly lowered his pants.
Looking at her to block the smell of her food, Hernán completely pulled down his pants.

Seeing her squirm because she couldn’t get an erection, the Sharpie flicked her tongue.

“Looks like it hasn’t warmed up yet. Chef? Can I help?”

It would be better for the pregnant demon king to get up so that sucking is easier.
Having judged that, Hernán went to Shafi, who sat in her chair and waggled her tail.

“I would like to actively help.”

“Yes!”

Sharpie immediately put her Hernand’s cock in her mouth.

Saliva wet her glans immediately.
A tongue that already remembered Hernan’s sensitive part.

Due to that stimulus, Hernán’s things soon began to rise hard.
The Sharpie also opened her mouth as it swelled in her mouth.

When it got to the point where she couldn’t even speak properly with her cock in her mouth, she clamped it in one hand and shook her head gently.

Her tongue was slightly pulled out beforehand and her cock was propped up under her pillar, so there was no tingling sensation or stiffness as it went in and out of her mouth.

Rather, her soft tongue squirmed and continued to stimulate each of her blood vessels, giving it the feeling of real vaginal wrinkles.

“Sharpie.”

She opened her mouth as she felt a tingling yet dizzying pleasure rising up her waist.
Sharpie raised her heart eyes to see the owner of the voice.

“If I give you a signal, shut up right away. I’ll put it right on top of the food… Ugh!”

Sharpie smiled at her eyes and moved her tongue slightly.
It was a simple movement, but Hernán’s whole body flinched greatly, probably because he rubbed exactly where he liked.

Embarrassed by her moaning and spasms, Hernán looked at her sharpie, and she let her enjoy the feeling once more with her eyes.

“Sharpie! Don’t be too hasty…”

Hernán shuddered at the pleasant feeling that ran up her back.
The demon king looked at it as if it were fun and kept stimulating him.

Hernan waved his hand carelessly at the series of attacks that made it difficult for him to come to his senses.

“Huh?”

And his hand found something so good to hold.

“Yes!”

The Sharpie snorted, as if she was startled by Hernan, who suddenly grabbed her by the horns.

“Huh!”

She shook her hand hastily and took Hernán’s hand.
But she seemed to ponder for a moment, and then she put her hand away.
It seemed that she was trying to give her horns an easy grip.

Wondering if this was to regain her control or to suit her taste, Hernán pushed her horn away.

“Uuuuu… Why take it out?”

“If I continue like this, I think you will just swallow semen.”

The sharpie stuck out her tongue and licked the hole of her cock right in front of her eyes.

“Is it? To be honest, I think so.”

The dream demon asked a question while giggling at the welling pre-cum.

“Then shall I just lick you like this? After all, the purpose is to spray semen on food.”

“OK. That would be better.”

When Hernán agreed, Sharpie skipped her answer and persistently touched her urethral orifice.
Besides, the tight grip on the other’s thighs seemed to prevent them from escaping.

Is it because it is a matter of survival?

Especially today, Sharpie has been intensely coveting semen.

“It will be cold soon. Gradually come off.”

Her eyes flashed and her tongue moved, despite Hernán’s instructions to get her off.

“Wait for a sec… Wait a minute more… !”

Her red eyes couldn’t take her eyes off Hernán’s cock.
A red tongue that greedily stimulates.
And the red lips that follow the irresistible desire.

It is an intense look that strangely captivates the viewer.
Perhaps, if Hernán had simply come to have fun with Sharpie, she would have ejaculated and entered the penetration right away.

But when he saw the sharpie’s slightly convex stomach, he pushed her horns away again.

“Ah…”

The sharpie let out a wistful sigh and looked at the source of her receding spirit.
Hernan tapped her horn and opened her mouth.

“We’re not just trying to make us feel better.”

“Huh…”

The Sharpie nodded her head with a languid look.
It was the look of a sullen demon king that is hard to see.

I felt a little sorry for that appearance, but she hurriedly tried to pull it out before the feeling of ejaculation that had risen subsided.

A pleasure far inferior to that of a sharpie’s hand or mouth.
But since she was already hot, it wasn’t enough for her semen to squirt.

“Is El a demon by any chance?”

“Why?”

Hernán made food for her sharpie, she replied briefly.
To be honest, he was too hectic for the first time in his life.

The demon king continued to ask questions while wagging his tail.

“Could it be that some of your ancestors were mixed with races like horses, beasts, and centaurs…”

“Don’t talk nonsense. My child is the first to have a mixed race.”

“Why! No matter how you look at it, this kind of energy is inhuman!”

Thinking better to be silent, Hernán stopped ejaculating her.
And she turned her gaze away from the pitiful figure.

“It’s done. Eat.”

“And…”

Sharpie admired her semen pie, which Hernán hadn’t watched her tea-making process through to the end.

“Why didn’t I think of this outside?”

“Because there is no reason to conceive a human child outside.”

Sharpie chuckled and lifted her pie into her hand.

“L?”

“Why?”

Hernan replied while wiping his soiled lower body with a towel.
A soft voice flowed towards him.

“Aren’t you going to see this?”

A dreamer who puts semen on top of a pie and eats it.
By the standards of the kingdom, which is strict with castles, it is a scene that will be punished just by looking at it.

But honestly, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested.
Is it not even someone else’s semen, but your own semen?

Hernan glanced slightly at Sharpie.
Before his eyes could reach Sharpie, she opened her mouth.

“Hmm…”

First, take a deep breath.
Sharpie sniffed her pies for a moment, as if inspecting them.

“I can only smell the hot El.”

Muttering that, she pulled out her tongue.

“Bread that has absorbed moisture little by little… It sticks to your tongue and gives off a sweet taste. Oh, it tastes slightly salty and bitter.”

As she licked the outside of the pie, soaking it, she let out her excited breath.

“El’s. I’ll put it in.”

“Her…”

Hernan just spit out those words and watched the strange meal.

“Hmm… !”

The Sharpie let out a short exclamation after biting into the pie.

“L. Ask me how it tastes now.”

“… How is it?”

I did as Sharpie asked me to ask questions while mumbling.
Then she answered, licking her strangely sticky lips with her strangely glossy tongue.

“Sex itself.”

Her speech is choked.

Feeling that way, Hernan watched the dreamer’s delicious meal.

“Huh… Tomorrow, I want to eat it with something like stew instead of bread.”

The demon king admired the extension and bit the pie into his mouth.
A white liquid that stretches like melted cheese with every bite.

The Sharpie sucked in her red lips without missing a single drop of semen that stretched like a white thread.

“Ah… Hehe… !”

A sharpie groaning in rapture at all the flavors in her mouth.

“Huh, huh, ah…”

I even tremble with regret when the food gulps down my throat.

Hernán muttered to herself, nodding her head invisibly to Sharpie.

Okay.
This is sex itself.

As evidence of that, Hernán’s cock, which had just ejaculated, was erected again.

By the time Hernán was terrified that even her eating scene would get her an erection, Shafi almost finished her meal.

“I’m sorry…”

Dip a little of her semen on the tip of her finger and poke her plate.
She probably intended to bury the remaining pieces and eat them.

In fact, the Sharpie rolled his fingers around her mouth, making chewing licks and sucking sounds.

“Done?”

Hernán fanned his slightly heated face as he implied a question.
The Sharpie nodded at her as she stared blankly at her plate.

“End of sex.”

Her heart eyes were wet with regret.

* * *

Hernán finished tidying up her tableware and returned to her room.
Since it started an hour or two before bedtime, she didn’t run into anyone in the middle.

“I’m here?”

Sharpie, who had been watching the baby in her cradle, showed Hernán a lively laugh as he returned.

The effect of the meal comes right away.

She nodded at her and pointed to her bed.

“Are you okay? The other women seemed to be asleep as well.”

If you want to wake up early tomorrow morning to prepare baby food and meet the saint, you’d better go to bed early.

But Sharpie still touched her daughter’s tail and didn’t move.

“Then the child will wake up. Let’s go to bed.”

“Wouldn’t it be nice to sleep in another girl’s room?”

Sharpie spoke lukewarmly, contrasting with the lively laugh she had just displayed.

“Earlier in the evening, L gave me semen for the time being, so she said that it might be a bit difficult for her to work at night. At that time, she said she didn’t like Silnia’s face very much.”

I also saw Hernan.
But I can’t help it.

We cannot starve mothers and babies to death.

“It’s true that Silnia is in a hurry with her pregnancy, but she can’t help it as long as your life is at stake. And sometimes I have to sleep with you like this. You are pregnant too.”

“Thank you for saying that.”

The Sharpie turned her body around and this time she saw a human male who had intermingled with her countless times.

The enchanting eye smile she always has.
Indeed, what does the demon king think of the man who came to kill him, and then made a child with him?

While Hernán hesitated at the sudden question, Sharpie approached him.

“Then will you sleep with me every day? You would have to feed me like this every time.”

“That would be difficult. There will be a lot of backlash.”

The Demon King nodded his head.

“That’s right. So, let’s go from today.”

She looks at her expression and it seems that while she’s cumming on her food like this, she doesn’t want to have sex with herself at all.

Does it mean to cut off the buds of strife?

That’s a valid opinion, but Hernán felt reluctant to continue to leave her pregnant woman alone.
Forty had already gone through such a thing and had an extremely difficult time.

“I’ll try to calm down your dissatisfaction, so let’s sleep together. It’s time for you to feel heavy on your stomach.”

The Demon King shook his head this time as well, expressing his intention of refusal.

“Are you going to continue spending time with me during the day anyway? If you’re not going to starve me.”

Sharpie tries to lighten her mood with a slightly playful laugh.
Hernan watched her in silence while she continued to listen to her words.

“Still, Potty likes me, but Sylnia doesn’t. And Potty will be angry if I monopolize El for too long?”

The demon king continued his words with his red eyes shining.

“El’s senses aren’t bad either, but why don’t you listen to the opinion of the first elected demon king, Sharpie, from time to time?”

She stared at Hernán, showing her cool feeling and confident atmosphere at the same time.

It’s different from the way they showed sex with food earlier.
Certainly, her self-confidence emanating from her sincerity and subtlety shows that she was a person who had the ability to rule her demons for 20 years.

Hernán agreed, adjusting to her mood.

“Good. Instead.”

“Instead? No need to put a condition here…”

“Don’t lie to me.”

At the words that could be said out of the blue, the demon king widened his eyes.

“Lie? Why do you suddenly say that?”

“This is not what I say to the politician Demon King.”

Hernán recalled the many questions surrounding Carine’s pregnancy, she said.

“I buy… I’m talking about the sharpie, the woman who wants to be in charge.”

Oddly enough, the words “I love you” Didn’t come out easily these days.
Maybe it’s been like that since he broke up with Karine.

So she changed her words to a word, responsibility, that was as similar as possible to how she felt.

“To the female Sharpie.”

Sharpie met Hernán’s eyes with a strange look.

“The Demon Lord Shafikara and the Nightmare Shafi are the same demon.”

“It might be a little different for me.”

At his words, Sharpie did not answer and was silent.
It was Hernan who moved first in the tense air created by that silence.

“I’ll go out at once. I’m sorry if my words offended you.”

Sharpie followed her eyes as Hernán quietly left.
And just before Hernán left.

She finally answered in a slightly cracking voice.

“I’ll try.”

Usually, it is normal and correct to say that you will not lie, of course, to such a question.
Because that side can give the other person trust.

Even if it’s a target to lie to, talking like that to reassure them is probably the same as humans or demons.

However, Sharpie said he would try.
Clearly, when she said that, she was declaring that she was lying to Hernán, or that she would lie.

“Thank you, Sharpie.”

So, Hernán thanked him and left the room.

The sharpie left with the child in the room where Hernan disappeared sighed.

“I can’t do this…”