The man gripped your hips tightly with both of his hands, you're the most beautiful of all his countless concubines, the one who no matter how rough he was he still touched with a certain tenderness. He didn't need to be careful, he was a monster and a king, he didn't need to give you the luxury of being treated that way, yet he did it anyway. He stroked the long strands of your hair, removing them from your sweaty forehead.

"A boy, yes? Give me a boy, those useless ones can't give me a boy, I hope at least you can, I have hopes for you" he murmured with a satisfied smile, he looked at her, his four eyes dancing over her messy figure, beautiful as always, he had spoiled you so much, he let you do things that anyone else who dared wouldn't see the next day.

He was crazy, for sure, to say that he had hopes for someone, for a human, he had never said that to anyone, he had never even thought about it, after all, everyone was too useless for him to hope for something, but you... what made you so different? What made him want to protect you like that? What made him want you like that? What made him afraid of hurting you? What made him abandon all those thirsty concubines to be with you? Of course, he didn't make any of this very clear to you, because he thought it was ridiculous that he had fallen in love like that.

He touched your lips, kissing the spot with affection while you grabbed him, you were a divine mess, beautiful, all disheveled, your body limp with mush, and you loved it.

So good!

"You look beautiful like this, you know? No one will dare touch a hair on your head while I exist." he said harshly, he wasn't exactly affectionate, he had never been that type, but with you he came so close to it.

His lips quivered into a smile that he held back "Have you had enough?" he placed an affectionate pat on the top of her head with one of his four monstrous arms.