A Demon Lord’s Tale: Dungeons, Monster Girls, and Heartwarming Bliss

red myself.

These wings make me look kinda sinister, but I guess that's not really a bad thing.
I'm a Demon Lord, so being sinister is a status symbol.
It means I'm special. [1]

“You know, this isn't actually too bad.
What do you think, Lefi?”

I proudly turned myself towards her, only to find her totally frozen in place.

“Uh… Lefi…? Earth to Lefi, do you read me?”
“Y-Your wings are awe inspiring…”
“Uhh…what?”
“W-why ever have you been keeping those glorious wings hidden from view!?” She suddenly broke into a shout.
“Woah! C-calm down Lefi! And stop touching my wings, you’re tickling me!”

I took a few steps back.

“W-Why!? I'm just touching them! There is nothing wrong with that, is there? Please? Can you not just let me touch them!? I implore you!”

Lefi started panting heavily as she reached towards my wings again, her cheeks dyed a deep crimson.

“Stop that! At least stop wiggling your fingers! That's just plain weird!”

I grabbed her by the face and attempted to push her away.

“Why are you stopping me!? What harm is there in letting me fondle them!?”
“It's not about letting you touch them! The problem is that you're acting like a creepy old man!”

Of course, there was simply no way that I could match the Supreme Dragon in a contest of brute strength.
It didn't take long for her to overpower me; she slowly began to inch closer.

“God damn you and your stupid wing fetish! Okay, fine! I’ll let you touch them, but only if you calm down first!”

I gave up.
There was no stopping her.

“Okay, I’ve calmed down.”

She stopped struggling the moment I gave the condition.
It was clear that she was desperate to begin immediately.

God damn it Lefi…

“And you have to let me touch your wings too.
It'd be unfair if you were the only one doing the touching,” I added.

She probably won't start getting all weird again if I make her let me touch her.

“V-Very well.
I shall, so allow me to start touching yours immediately.”

She seemed a bit embarrassed, but promptly gave her consent and materialized her own wings.
Like her hair, they were dyed a dazzling shade of silver. I wanted to give myself a pat on the back for being a man and actually asking.
I’d always wanted to touch Lefi’s wings, but never really had the opportunity.
At least not until now.

“They're beautiful.”

I felt like I would feel the exact same way regardless of how often I saw them; their radiant shine never failed to impress.

“R-Really?” Lefi's blush deepened.
“Y-Your wings are also quite the sight.
They're the most impressive I've ever laid eyes on.”
“T-Thanks.”

We awkwardly reached for each other's wings.

Woah.

Lefi's were soft as down and smooth as silk.
I felt my hands drawn to them the moment I touched them; I wanted to grab ahold of them and never let go.
I could feel myself getting absorbed in the act, entranced by her wings.

I wanted to bury my face in them and close my eyes.
They were so pleasant to the touch that I was certain sleeping on them was sure to send me straight to heaven.

“Nnn…” Lefi sighed bewitchingly.
“I-I don’t mind you touching me, but… could you be a slight bit more gentle…?”
“E-Err… my bad.”

It seemed that her wings were at least as sensitive as my own.
She moaned enchantingly every single time my fingers so much as grazed them.

It didn't take long for us to get so immersed in the act that we lost sight of everything but each other.
She simply continued to touch my wings, and I hers.
It was as if we were in our own little world.

My breathing started growing more and more ragged as we continued.
And so did hers.

I finally took my focus off her wings and looked at her face, only to find her staring right back at my own.

Her eyes were glazed and her cheeks dyed as red as could be.

“…”

We continued to gaze into each other's eyes without saying a word.
I couldn't pull my eyes from the alluring expression that decorated her face.

I took one of my hands off her wings and slowly brought it towards her cheek.

“Uhm…”

A noise neither of us had expected to hear immediately jerked us out of our daze.

“Could the two of you please refrain from engaging in lewd activities in broad daylight? I would very much prefer if you waited until the rest of us were asleep.”

Leila glared at us reproachfully.

“Y-You’ve got it all wrong!”
“Y-You are mistaken! We are doing nothing of the sort!”

Lefi and I instantly separated from one another and shouted in protest, filling the throne room with our indignant cries of denial.

[1] Being flat chested is a status symbol.
Reference to Lucky Star.

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