Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

The dim candlelight flickered softly inside the royal chamber.

In its glow, Sylvia's breathtaking beauty was illuminated, her face radiant with a soft, intoxicating blush. Even her eyes, usually as clear and brilliant as the stars, now shimmered with a tender, almost vulnerable light.

Timothy found himself pinning the goddess against the bed.

Looking into Sylvia's shy, yet expectant gaze, Timothy knew one thing for sure: she had anticipated this moment all along. From the second she invited him to her chambers, she had known what would happen. And this time, there was no resistance.

Her breath, warm and slightly uneven, carried a sweet fragrance that filled the air. The thin white silk she wore clung to her, and as she lay on the bed, the disheveled fabric revealed glimpses of her pale, flawless skin.

Her eyes sparkled with emotion, and her lips, soft and inviting, glistened in the candlelight. Sylvia's heart was racing even faster than Timothy's, her gaze locked on him, filled with a mix of shyness and anticipation.

Timothy had done so much for her—healing her with the Rainbow Lotus, fighting powerful enemies on her behalf. But more than that, the feelings between them had long since reached a point where words were no longer necessary. Their bond had grown deep, intimate, and undeniable.

"Y-you can't just stare at me like that! It's too embarrassing!" Sylvia stammered, her blush deepening as she noticed Timothy's intense gaze.

"Well, where should I be looking then, my dear wife?" Timothy teased, though even he was a little taken aback by how things had escalated.

Sure, he had snuck into her chambers before, using her as a pillow and taking advantage of her in playful ways. He'd even used his Soulborn Eye to peek at her more than once. But this… this was different. He hadn't expected things to unfold like this.

Sylvia, despite trying to maintain her usual cool demeanor, couldn't hide her quickening breath or the bashful look in her eyes. If this kept up, her goddess-like composure would be completely shattered.

"D-damn it, I order you to—"

"Mm…"

Before she could finish, Sylvia instinctively tilted her head up, her lips meeting his. She hadn't planned it, but Timothy kissed her back without hesitation.

"Hmph, not bad," Sylvia muttered after the kiss, regaining a bit of her confidence. But even in the dim light, her face was still flushed with a rosy hue.

They were so close now that Timothy could not only smell the faint fragrance of her skin but also something else—a hint of alcohol.

"So that's what it is," Timothy thought with a smile. No wonder she was acting a little off tonight. She'd had a bit of liquid courage before calling him here.

"Classic you," he chuckled, leaning in even closer.

Sylvia's heart pounded wildly in her chest. Even with the alcohol to mask her nerves, she couldn't fully hide her embarrassment when she saw his smile.

"Ugh, I'll bite you to death!" she growled playfully, sinking her teeth into Timothy's shoulder, leaving a small, glistening bite mark.

"Well, if that's how it's gonna be, I won't hold back either," Timothy grinned, leaving his own mark on her delicate, snow-white shoulder.

"S-Stop, that hurts," Sylvia whimpered softly.

"Oh, trust me, the real pain is still to come," Timothy teased, his voice low and playful.

Her delicate body, now soft and pliant, rested against him. In the flickering candlelight, Timothy gently pulled the bed curtains closed, enveloping them in a private cocoon. Sylvia had gone so far as to drink, despite her low tolerance, just to gather the courage for tonight. There was no way Timothy was going to let her down.

Outside the curtains, the silhouette of her graceful, ethereal figure was faintly visible. Inside, the candlelight cast a warm glow, and Sylvia's eyes, shimmering with emotion, stayed locked on Timothy, filled with unspoken feelings.

"Mm…"

"Mm… Timothy…"

The candle flames flickered, and perhaps it was the wind, but the bed began to creak softly, the sounds of their movements filling the room.

"H… oh… yes…"

"Yes, Timothy… don't stop…"

"Ahhh~~"

Time seemed to blur. After what felt like an eternity, Sylvia gazed at Timothy again. The blush of embarrassment still lingered on her face, but the slight furrow in her brow from the earlier discomfort had eased.

"That's it?" she asked, her usual cool, haughty tone carrying a hint of teasing, almost mocking.

Timothy gave an awkward smile, momentarily at a loss for words. Over the years, they had their fair share of battles, and while he usually came out on top, this time… well, it seemed he had lost.

His wife, the strongest on the continent, had left him utterly drained. Timothy felt completely spent, barely able to keep himself upright.

"Hmph, now you see how strong I am," Sylvia said with a smug smile, clearly enjoying the rare opportunity to tease him. "Even if you had a few hundred more years, it still wouldn't be enough."

She chuckled softly, savoring the moment. After all, it wasn't often she got to poke fun at Timothy like this.

"Damn it!" Timothy muttered. Normally, when Sylvia got playful like this, he'd have some way to turn the tables. But right now, in his weakened state, he couldn't muster the strength to do anything.

"Wait!" Timothy suddenly remembered something—the system had recently given him a reward.

[Same Old Trick]

"Ah, my dear system, you really know how to come through!" Timothy thought, realizing the true purpose behind the reward.

"Are you sure about that, my dear wife?" Timothy asked, a mischievous smile creeping onto his face.

"W-what are you planning?" Sylvia's confidence wavered as she noticed the strange look in his eyes. Something was off.

And then, she felt it—Timothy's energy, which had seemed completely drained just moments ago, suddenly surged back, stronger than before.

Sylvia's once-confident expression faltered, a flicker of panic crossing her face.

"Stay back! Don't come any closer!" Sylvia shouted, her voice tinged with panic.

Timothy, however, just smiled. "Oh, my dear wife, after all that teasing, I think it's only fair I return the favor—double."

The candlelight barely flickered as Sylvia's body moved feverishly, her breaths coming in ragged, rapid gasps.

"Ah… ah… Timothy…" she moaned, her voice rising with each passing moment. Her nails dug into his skin, her body trembling with the intensity of their shared passion.

"Harder… more… don't stop!" she cried out, her voice echoing through the room, breathless and desperate.

The bed creaked louder, the air filled with the sharp sounds of her moans. "Yes… ah… yes… Timothy!" Her cries grew more frantic, higher-pitched with each thrust, her voice breaking into sharp, breathless gasps.

"Ahhh… ahhh…!" Her body arched, every nerve set ablaze as she clung to him, her voice rising with each wave of pleasure.

"Don't… stop…!" she screamed, her voice raw with intensity, as the rhythm between them grew almost uncontrollable. Each moan, each cry, more desperate than the last.

"Timothy! Ahh… yes… yes!" she shouted, her voice trembling, barely able to form words as the pleasure overtook her. Her cries pierced the air, filled with nothing but raw, unfiltered passion.

Finally, her voice broke into a final scream, her body shuddering violently as she succumbed to the overwhelming climax. Breathless, she collapsed against him, her body still trembling from the aftershocks, the room filled with the fading echoes of her ecstatic cries.

...

The stormy waves finally calmed, and the dark clouds on the horizon slowly began to dissipate.

An hour later, Timothy glanced over at Sylvia, who was huddled in the corner, glaring at him with a mix of frustration and embarrassment. He gave her an awkward smile.

The proud goddess had finally been humbled, and Timothy couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. After all, teasing his wife had its own unique charm.

But there was a problem.

Timothy stood up, leaning against the wall for support, and nearly stumbled to the floor. His body was so weak, he could barely take another step.

He let out a half-laugh, half-sigh. Even with the system's [Same Old Trick], dealing with a Holy Emperor-level powerhouse like Sylvia was no joke. His body simply couldn't handle it.

And that was with the system's help. Without it…

"Yikes…" Timothy shuddered at the thought of what might've happened. He was lucky he had prepared plenty of elixirs to restore his strength. Otherwise, with Sylvia's power, he might not have lasted more than a few days.

Resigned, Timothy collapsed back onto the bed, abandoning any thoughts of leaving the royal chamber.

"What's wrong with you?" Sylvia asked, her face still flushed, as she noticed Timothy lying down, clearly too exhausted to move.

Timothy sighed, "I'm… completely drained."

Sylvia blinked, speechless.