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The hero's party fails to defeat the new demon lord. When only one person is left standing, the demon lord revels in his triumph.

"Have them prepared as my new concubine. Let them feel the humiliation of being taken by the one who they sought to kill," he declares in his low and intimidation timber.

The demon nobility all cackle and jeer as you're led away.

Later that evening, Belial storms into his bed chamber where you wait. The moment the guards leave, the great and powerful demon lord drops his facade of calculating indifference and grabs your shoulders roughly in panic, his eyes equal parts desperate, aroused, and afraid.

"Human. Help me. I need to fuck," he blurts out anxiously. "You know how to do it, right? Always multiplying like fucking rabbits. Show me how to fuck!" he hisses in a low tone as though afraid someone will overhear. "You're my only shot at popping my fucking cherry!"

Belial's grip tightens on your shoulders, his nails digging into your skin slightly. His face contorts in a mixture of fear and frustration. "I didn't have a choice," he growls lowly. "They would've killed me if I didn't declare you as my concubine. I need your help because...I don't know how to do it. And I can't ask another demon for fear they'll take advantage of me or kill me when I'm most vulnerable," he says, his voice lowering further.

His gaze drops to your lips before flicking up to meet your eyes again. "Please. I'm begging you. Teach me," he implores, his voice softening almost imperceptibly.

Belial's eyes flicker with something akin to relief before he forces a confident smirk. "As you wish, my dear. But I do hope you don't mind if I take my time learning," he purrs, his voice low and seductive as he begins to slowly crawl onto the bed beside you.

He takes in the sight of your exposed body hungrily, his eyes darting over your curves and the gentle folds of skin between your legs. You can see a hint of fear mixed with excitement in his gaze as he hesitantly reaches out a hand to tentatively brush his fingers against your skin.

At first, his touch is clumsy and unsure, but as you remain still beneath him, he begins to grow more confident, exploring your body with more purposeful strokes of his fingers and tongue. He listens closely to your breathing and gasps for cues, carefully analyzing your responses to each movement and adjusting his actions accordingly.

As he slowly explores you, he begins to relax, and his fear fades into curiosity. He starts taking bolder and more confident strokes, each time eliciting soft moans and gasps from you. His excitement grows as he feels your body responding eagerly to his touch.

Belial rolls off the bed with a pained expression, clutching his side. "Ow! That hurt," he whines, before quickly composing himself and fixing you with an angry glare.

"You'll regret treating me so poorly, human," he growls in a low tone, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "I am still your demon lord, and you are at my mercy. But if it is your wish to be treated like dirt, I am more than happy to oblige."

He gets off the bed, grabbing his robes and smoothing them out in a haughty manner before turning to face you again. "Perhaps next time, you'll show some more respect," he adds, before leaving the room without another word.

Belial doesn't respond to your provocation, his eyes fixated on the ground as he walks out of the room without a backward glance. However, you can't shake the feeling that something in the demon lord has shifted, and it's not in your favor.

Over the next few days, Belial keeps his distance from you, seemingly focused on his work as demon lord and barely sparing you more than a passing glance when you cross paths.

But one night, as you're lounging in bed, you hear a light tapping at your door. When you open it, you find Belial standing there, looking decidedly nervous.

"Human...I've been thinking," he begins hesitantly, his gaze shifting around the room. "Perhaps I was too forward before. It was...unbecoming of me. I should apologize for my behavior."

Belial's cheeks flush a deep shade of red, but he doesn't back down. Instead, he straightens his back and takes a step forward.

"I'm not here to beg you for anything, human," he retorts sharply, his eyes flashing with defiance. "I've come to make an offer. I need your help in the bedroom, and in return, I'll give you whatever you want. Power, wealth, status...anything within my power, it's yours."

He pauses, then continues, his voice taking on a pleading tone. "Please, just teach me what I need to know. I can't keep living like this, ashamed of something that should come naturally to me."

Belial flinches at your words, his face contorting with a mixture of anger and humiliation.

"Do you think I haven't tried?" he spits out bitterly. "Every time I try to make a move on another demon, they either laugh in my face or they try to kill me because they think I'm weak! You humans are the only ones who won't judge me for being a virgin."

He takes a deep breath and composes himself, then looks you straight in the eye.

"Please, just help me. I know I'm not the easiest person to deal with, but I'll make it worth your while," he pleads, his voice softening slightly. "I'll give you anything you want."

Belial listens to your complaints with a calm expression, but as you finish speaking, he can't help but let out a frustrated sigh.

"I understand your concerns, and I'll do my best to accommodate your preferences," he says in a placating tone. "But if we're going to do this, we need to be honest with each other. You may not like men, but you certainly don't seem to be repulsed by me. And as for your other issues, we'll work on them together. We can take things slow and figure out what works for both of us."

He takes a step closer, his eyes locking onto yours. "And as for the matter of cumming, don't worry about that. I'll make sure you feel pleasure beyond anything you've ever experienced before."

With that, Belial leans down and brushes his lips against

Belial's eyes flicker with a mixture of surprise and amusement at your playful demeanor. He shakes his head slightly, as if to clear it, then steps forward and wraps his arms around you.

"You're full of surprises," he murmurs, pressing his cheek against yours. "But I like surprises. And I can be very accommodating when I want to be."

He lifts you up gently and carries you over to the bed, laying you down on the soft sheets. With practiced ease, he begins to undress you, pulling off your clothes one by one until you're completely naked before him.

As he looks down at your body, a flicker of desire flashes across his face. But he quickly masks it with a calm expression, as though determined not to scare you off.

"Is there anything specific you'd like me to do?" he asks, his voice

Belial nods understandingly and leans in closer to you, his fingers trailing lightly over your skin. "I can do intimacy," he murmurs softly. "Let's take it slow and see where things go."

He takes a deep breath and looks down at you with a mixture of vulnerability and hopefulness. "I've never been very good at this sort of thing," he admits quietly. "I'm always too caught up in my own head, worrying about what I'm doing wrong. But with you, I want to try. I want to feel like... like I'm not alone in this world anymore."

With that, he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, his hand coming up to cradle your face tenderly. The kiss is soft and hesitant at first, as though he's unsure of how to proceed. But gradually, as hesenses your willingness, he deepens the kiss, his tongue tentatively exploring your mouth.

As you kiss, Belial's hands begin to roam over your body, his touch growing bolder as he becomes more confident. He caresses your breasts, his fingers tracing delicate circles around your nipples. Then he moves lower, trailing kisses down your neck and chest until he reaches your stomach.

There, he pauses for a moment, looking up at you with a mixture of awe and reverence. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs softly. "I've never seen anyone like you."

He continues to kiss and caress you, his movements growing increasingly passionate. It's clear that he's lost in the moment, swept away by his desire for you. And as he presses his body against yours, you can feel the heat of his arousal pressing hard against your thigh,

As Marie falls asleep, Belial watches her for a moment with a mixture of surprise and disappointment. He had been hoping for more from their encounter, but it seems that the young woman was simply too tired to continue.

With a sigh, he rises from the bed and moves to the opposite side of the room. There, he pours himself a glass of wine and stares out the window at the darkened city outside.

"I'm such an idiot," he mutters to himself, taking a long sip of the wine. "I should have known better than to think I could just... well, you know."

He takes another sip of the wine and sighs heavily. "But it doesn't matter," he continues, mostly to himself. "It was stupid to even try in the first place. I should just focus on my duties as demon lord and forget about all

Belial jumps in surprise at the sudden touch of Mari's hand on his arm. He looks down at her sleeping form, noticing the peaceful expression on her face and the way she seems to curl into him as if seeking comfort.

For a moment, Belial simply stands there, unsure of what to do. He's never been in this kind of situation before, where someone is seeking physical comfort from him. But then, tentatively, he reaches out and wraps an arm around Mari, pulling her close to him.

He can feel her breathing against him, soft and even in her sleep. And for the first time in a long while, Belial feels a sense of contentment wash over him. It's a strange feeling, but not an unpleasant one.

Slowly, he sinks back down onto the bed with Mari still curled up against him. He knows that heshouldn't get too attached or make any assumptions about what this means for their relationship, but for now, he allows himself to enjoy the comfort of her warmth and the gentle rise and fall of her breathing.

As Belial lies there with Mari sleeping next to him, he begins to feel a sense of calm wash over him. It's as though all of his worries and fears are melting away in the presence of this young woman.

For a while longer, they lay together in silence, the only sounds in the room being the faint rustling of fabric as they shift in their sleep. And although neither of them say a word, they both know that something has shifted between them - something that could change everything.

Belial blinks in surprise as Mari wakes up and speaks to him. He realizes that he had fallen asleep with her in his arms, but she seems unbothered by it - in fact, she seems almost comfortable with the situation.

He can feel a blush creeping up his cheeks as she comments on his body temperature, but he tries to play it cool and simply nods in response to her request. "Of course," he says, his voice quiet but steady.

For a moment, they just lie there together, wrapped in each other's arms. But then Belial clears his throat and speaks up, his voice slightly strained. "Mari... About last night," he begins, hesitantly.

But before he can finish, there's a knock at the door. "My lord, breakfast is ready," calls one of his advisors from outside.

Belial letsout a sigh of relief, grateful for the interruption. He's not sure how to handle the situation with Mari and the last thing he needs is more awkwardness.

"Very well," he calls back to his advisor before turning back to Mari with a smile. "Shall we go eat?"

He gets out of bed, pulling on some clothes quickly before holding out a hand to help Mari up. As they make their way to the dining hall, Belial can feel her eyes on him - curious, perhaps even hungry? - but he tries not to read too much into it. After all, he's not exactly experienced when it comes to matters of the flesh, especially with humans.

As they sit down to breakfast, Belial does his best to act casual and nonchalant, engaging in small talk with his advisors and trying not to let his nerves get the better

Belial's eyes widen in surprise as Mari sits closer to him and rests her head on his shoulder. His heart races with excitement, but he tries to keep his expression calm and collected.

As she speaks, he turns his gaze towards her, feeling a rush of heat spread through his body at the suggestion of returning to bed. But then he remembers his fears about sex and worries that he might disappoint her.

"Er... I don't think that would be wise, Mari," he says hesitantly, hoping that she won't press the matter further. "We have a lot to do today, and I wouldn't want to be late for our meetings."

But even as he speaks, Belial can feel himself weakening under Mari's seductive gaze. He wants nothing more than to take her back to bed and explore all the things he's heard so much about -

Belial watches in disappointment as Mari gets up from the table and walks away. He wishes he could go after her and make a move, but his anxiety and fear about sex are still holding him back.

As she kisses him on the cheek and leaves, Belial sighs and leans back in his chair, feeling frustrated and alone once again. But even as he laments his missed opportunity, a part of him knows that it's for the best - he doesn't want to disappoint Mari or mess things up between them by moving too fast.

Instead, he resolves to take things slow and try to build a deeper connection with Mari before they explore anything more intimate. After all, he has waited 400 years to find someone special, so what's a little more patience?

Belial enters Marie's chambers, feeling nervous and excited at the same time. He had spent the entire day preparing for their meeting and trying to calm his nerves, but now that he's here with her, all he can think about is the promise of intimacy.

As she greets him, Belial smiles slightly at her joke, but his eyes betray the intensity of his feelings for her. He takes a few steps closer to her, slowly crossing the room until he stands directly in front of her.

"Actually, I'm just tired of pretending," he says quietly, his voice low and husky with desire. "I've been waiting for this moment all day, ever since I saw you last night."

He reaches out and gently traces his fingers along the curve of her cheek, his touch feather-light and electric. "Marie... I want you. I want

Belial's eyes widen in surprise as Marie throws off her dress and sits down on the bed, revealing her beautiful body to him. He takes a moment to admire her, the way her curves and contours seem to glow in the dim light of the room.

For a moment he hesitates, unsure if he should continue with their previous conversation or simply give in to his carnal desires. But then he remembers why he's here in the first place, and what he wants more than anything else - to lose his virginity to someone who cares about him, who he cares about in return.

He walks over to Marie slowly, every step filled with both anticipation and apprehension. As he approaches her, he sinks to his knees in front of her and reaches out to take her hand.

"Marie, I... I don't know how to do this," he admits

Belial looks up at Marie, his expression full of gratitude and relief. He had been afraid he was the only one with such fears, but knowing that she too is nervous makes him feel better somehow.

"Really?" he asks tentatively, taking her hand and squeezing it gently. "You'll help me? I don't know what to do, but... I want to learn."

He stands up slowly, feeling more confident now that he knows Marie is on his side. He starts to undo his robe, exposing his bare chest and stomach to her. His body is lean and athletic, but he's never felt comfortable showing it off before.

"Where do we start?" he asks, looking at her expectantly.

Belial responds eagerly to Marie's playful invitation, his heart racing as she pulls him close and they kiss. He can feel the warmth of her body against his, and he shivers with pleasure as she places his hand on her crotch.

He feels a sudden rush of excitement and fear as he begins to explore her body with his fingers, feeling the softness of her skin and the wetness between her legs. His inexperience is obvious, but Marie is patient and understanding, guiding him gently as they explore each other's bodies.

As they continue to kiss and touch, Belial starts to feel a stirring deep within him, a primal urge that he's never felt before. He realizes that he's becoming aroused, and he moans softly as Marie continues to stroke him.

"Marie... I don't know what to do," he whispers, his voice thick

Belial groans as Marie continues to touch him, his body responding eagerly to her touch. He feels a surge of pleasure as she undoes his pants and pulls off his underwear, exposing his hard cock.

"I... I don't know," he admits, feeling embarrassed but also excited. "I've never done this before."

He watches nervously as Marie positions herself above him, guiding his hand towards her crotch. He can feel the heat radiating off her body, and he moans softly as she lowers herself onto his cock.

"Oh gods," he gasps, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through his body. "This is amazing."

Belial nods eagerly, his eyes widening as Marie starts to move slowly on top of him. He tries to follow her lead, adjusting his breathing and moving in time with her rhythm.

As she continues to ride him, he feels a growing sense of pleasure building within him, the sensations becoming more intense with each passing moment. He moans softly, his body trembling as Marie picks up the pace.

"Marie... I don't think I can hold out much longer," he gasps, feeling himself reaching the brink of orgasm. "I'm going to... I'm going to..."

He trails off into a wordless cry of pleasure as he comes, his body convulsing as he releases inside her. He slumps back onto the bed, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath.

Belial pants heavily beneath Marie, feeling her body on top of his own. He's grateful for the compliment and feels a surge of pride at her words.

"Thank you," he says, still trying to catch his breath. "I'll have to practice more... with you."

He groans as she stays on top of him, feeling the warmth of her body radiating against his skin. He's still hard inside her, his cock twitching in anticipation of another round.

"You're... you're not done with me yet, are you?" he asks hesitantly, afraid of how she might respond. "Please, I want more."

Belial eagerly takes up Marie's offer, his body responding quickly to her touch. As they kiss, he feels the stirrings of desire within him again, and he begins to move his hips in time with hers.

As he gains confidence, he grows bolder, experimenting with different rhythms and movements, trying to find what brings her the most pleasure. He's surprised by how much he enjoys the sensation of being inside her, the tight warmth of her body driving him wild with desire.

"You feel so good," he groans as he moves faster, his body flush against hers. "I can't get enough of you."

He kisses her hungrily, his hands roaming over her body as he loses himself in the moment. For the first time in a long while, he forgets his responsibilities and his fears, lost in the intoxicating pleasure of their union.Belial eagerly takes up Marie's offer, his body responding quickly to her touch. As they kiss, he feels the stirrings of desire within him again, and he begins to move his hips in time with hers.However, as Belial continues to explore his newfound pleasure, he suddenly tenses up and pulls away from the kiss.

"I can't do this. I'm sorry," he apologizes quickly, scrambling off the bed in a panic and starting to pace the room. "I thought I could handle it, but...I just can't." He looks at Marie with desperate eyes, clearly unsure what to do next.

Belial looks away from you, shame and embarrassment written all over his features. "I'm sorry, Marie. I just thought it would be easier than this."

He sighs heavily, his face still turned away from you. "I'm not very experienced in these things," he admits in a low voice. "And I don't know if I can do it again. It's not as easy as it looks."

Despite the confession that reveals Belial’s true nature, he still hides certain aspects of himself, evading precise answers when he is asked any question about demons or demon culture, and only giving out what seems harmless enough.

Belial stiffens at your touch, but slowly relaxes as you hug him from behind. "I don't know if I can trust anyone," he whispers, his voice low and trembling slightly with emotion.

He turns around to face you, a pained look in his eyes. "It's hard for me to be vulnerable like this. I'm not used to it," he admits, taking a step closer to you.

As you hold him close, Belial's breathing becomes more ragged, his body responding to the closeness of your embrace. His hands tentatively find their way to your hips, holding onto you gently. He looks up at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign that you might reject him or hurt him.

Belial's eyes widen as you kiss him on the nose, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he leans into your touch, savoring the warmth and kindness you show him.

"I... I don't know what to say," he stammers out, clearly touched by your words. "I've spent so long being afraid of showing any vulnerability, any weakness. But with you, it feels like... like I can be myself, without fear of judgment."

He looks at you with gratitude shining in his eyes, the walls of his defensive shell slowly starting to crumble. "Thank you, Marie," he whispers, before pulling you closer for a deeper kiss.

Belial's eyes widen at your suggestion, his cheeks flushing with a mixture of arousal and anxiety. He's never slept with anyone before, let alone someone as bold and confident as you.

But the way you hold him close, the warmth of your body pressed against his, it's all too tempting to resist. With a small nod, he leads you to his bed, tentatively climbing in beside you.

As you snuggle up to him, feeling his toned chest under your head, Belial can't help but feel a mix of emotions flooding his mind. Fear, uncertainty, arousal, and desire all swirling together into a confusing mess.

But with you by his side, he feels safe, secure, and even... happy. It's a strange feeling for a demon who's spent most of his life lying and manipulating others. But as he falls asleep next to you, he can't deny the comfort and peace your presence brings him.