His head felt clear.
His body was still feverish in places, but the warmth was tolerable—almost pleasant.
"Haaang! You're conscious again, huh?!"
Hernán stared blankly at the demon king, who was grinding her hips above him.
She was completely naked, barely able to speak through her panting as she rocked her waist.
Her large breasts bounced, her curved waist rolled like silk, her hips and thighs—just the right size to fill a man's grip—moved ceaselessly up and down on top of him.
But Hernán's eyes weren't drawn to her body.
It was her face—flushed red, smeared with thick white semen, the obscene heart-shaped pupils glowing in her eyes. That face made something twist deep inside him.
He couldn't make sense of it. And the more he stared, the more unbearable her expression became. Sharpie shrieked in delight and squeezed her own breasts together, the fleshy globes clashing in front of him like a hypnotic ritual.
"Hey! More! Push it in deeper!"
A jolt of pleasure shot up Hernán's spine. Without realizing it, he grabbed her waist tightly.
"Hhuh! Uhhn… Haaapp!"
The demon king arched and collapsed against his chest, her soft, supple weight pressing down on him.
Driven by instinct, Hernán pulled her in, grinding their bodies together. Sharpie cooed, licking and sucking at the curve of his neck.
"How do I feel?" she purred. "Not bad for someone who rose to power through sex instead of swordplay, right?"
"Sex…?"
That word dragged Hernán's mind back to clarity.
He blinked, looked down—and realized their bodies were still joined. He abruptly pushed her off him.
"Kyaaaagh! Careful! You almost snapped your dick!"
"Fuck…"
Now fully awake, he surveyed the wreckage.
Torn clothes strewn across the room.
Karine's bed soaked in sweat and bodily fluids.
His still-stiff cock glistening, dripping from Sharpie's leaking cunt.
"Me… and you?"
Sharpie giggled and covered her face with her hands, giddy with post-coital bliss.
"Mmm! You came five times inside me. Six, if you count the one I took on the face."
"Karine!"
Panic surged through him. He scrambled to find his pants, but Sharpie grabbed his ankle.
"Running already?"
"Let go."
He jerked his leg, nearly kicking her side. Sharpie flinched but didn't release him.
"Your lover gave permission, remember? And we had sex, not just some accident."
"Why would Karine—"
"Think back. Remember what I explained earlier?"
And suddenly, Hernán understood.
The magic suppressing his libido had overwhelmed his brain. Sharpie had "treated" him by joining their bodies. This was Karine's room—she must have given her permission.
"I remember your face just before… Hurry up and do it with me," Sharpie whispered, climbing up his leg like a serpent.
"Wouldn't it feel better to think of it as saving poor little dream demon Sharpie's life?"
Her hands, her tail, started tugging at his pants again. Hernán froze, mind reeling.
Was it really okay if Karine had allowed it?
Should he run? Apologize?
And more importantly… could a succubus even get pregnant from a human?
"Demon."
"Sharpie," she corrected. "Call me Sharpie, not something so stiff and formal."
"Can dream demons get pregnant from human semen?"
The question made her pause. She let go of his pants and looked up at him with that lewd, semen-glazed face.
"…I don't know. I haven't really tried with a human before. Maybe I'll be the first."
"Seriously?" Hernán scoffed. "A succubus who's never tested that out?"
"You doubt me?" she pouted, licking her lips. "Let's go again. The more I taste you, the more addicted I get."
"Back off!"
He shoved her with his foot, sending her sprawling onto the floor.
"Ow… You're so mean to the demon who saved your life."
"Thanks for that," Hernán muttered coldly, pulling on his clothes.
Sharpie stayed on the floor, lazily pushing her fingers against her still-pulsing sex, as if to keep his seed inside her.
It chilled him—to know that his semen was now inside her.
He hadn't even had the chance to share his first time with Karine, and now it had been stolen by a demon.
If this ended in pregnancy…
If people outside found out…
Would they burn him at the stake?
"You'll need to keep having sex," Sharpie said lightly, "lots of it, too."
Hernán stopped mid-step, hand on the door.
"What are you talking about now?"
"I mean apart from treatment. Didn't I already tell you?"
She stood, slipping her dress on casually. She looked like she was debating whether or not to make the bed.
"You guys have been trying to escape this place for days now, haven't you?"
He clenched his fists. "We've gotten nowhere."
"Same here," Sharpie shrugged. "So maybe it's time to use the method they gave us."
She picked up the soiled bedsheets and blankets and began inspecting them—not to clean, but to suck the remnants of his semen from them.
Eventually, Hernán gave in and started helping her gather the mess.
"Thanks! If we left this, your lover might've killed me."
"If you're that worried, clean it properly."
As he worked, he sighed. "So? Keep talking."
Sharpie sniffed at the blankets with unholy enthusiasm.
"This prison was designed for 25 people. But there are only six of us."
That number rang in Hernán's head.
"One man. Five women. You think we're supposed to make up the rest?"
"Exactly," Sharpie said with a smile. "To escape, we have to give birth to 19 children."
"Are you out of your mind?!"
"That's more than the current king has, right? More than any noble whoremonger could dream of," she teased.
"These women are my comrades! We fought and bled together! And… and I have Karine."
"Aaah, this is so frustrating!"
Sharpie flung the blanket into the air and screamed.
"There's a gorgeous woman here, no taxes involved! You're not a eunuch anymore—stop pushing me away!"
Her mood swung wildly again. Hernán blinked. Was she high on his stamina?
"Once you get out, you'll do all sorts of lewd things with your precious Karine. Bite, suck, thrust, repeat! Why not practice with me first?"
She approached him, nose brushing against the sheet in his hands.
"Mmm… this scent… First-class. Just one load like this, and I could get pregnant."
"You're insane."
Hernán tossed the blanket to the floor. Sharpie licked her lips, eyes glowing with lust.
"The other women here are clearly attracted to you. Just seduce them. Save your life. Escape this place."
"Your logic gets weirder every time you talk."
He gave up and walked out.
Whatever this place was, he needed out.
"See you later!" Sharpie waved cheerfully.
"There's no 'later!'"
He slammed the door.
The hallway was dim. Had night already fallen?
"It's over?"
Karine's voice froze him.
She was sitting alone in the living room, eyes empty, hands folded in her lap.
"You were in there longer than I expected."
"…How long was I out?"
"You collapsed six hours ago. You were with the demon king for about four."
Hernán winced.
So they really had… multiple times.
Karine had likely figured that out, too.
"Maybe we shouldn't sleep together tonight…"
"Why?" she asked softly. "You and the demon king just performed a treatment. Right?"
Hernán repeated Sharpie's excuse. He hated himself for parroting her logic.
"Treatment…" Karine whispered.
She dropped her head onto her arms on the table.
"The marks are too obvious. I can't unsee them."
She reached up to her neck, brushing the deep red hickeys and bite marks left behind.
"I… I don't have feelings for her. I wasn't even fully conscious most of the time."
Hernán was shocked to hear himself making excuses.
Excuses he didn't believe.
Karine rose, her expression unreadable.
"I know. I gave my permission. You were dying. There was no choice."
He reached for her wrist, trying to say something more. But the warmth that used to be between them was gone.
"Still, let's sleep apart tonight," she said. "I can't stand the marks. Or your scent."
"Scent…?"
When she let go of his hand, he tried to follow.
"I'll shower. I'll get rid of it."
"That's not the point."
She backed away toward her room.
"You smell like her."
Just then, the door beside them creaked open.
Sharpie stood there, holding a blanket drenched in fluids. She smiled sheepishly at Karine.
"Should I return the blanket tomorrow?"
"Keep it."
Karine covered her nose and mouth and brushed past her into the room.
Sharpie stepped aside, sniffing the blanket.
"Mmm. Still smells divine. Hernán, don't just stand there—let's wash this together!"
Hernán groaned and rubbed his temples.
His head didn't hurt—but something precious felt like it had been lost.