Beelzebub liked this disobedient side of Esther. He pulled her wrist just enough to tug them without pulling her down to collapse over his chest. 

Pulling her hand, he placed her palms over his chest, “I don’t think I can dislike anything coming from you. However, unlike how I appear I love it if you could be gentle to me.”

Esther’s eyes narrowed and she looked at him archly. “I trust that in this position that should be my word.”

“Don’t worry,” he winked, “Unlike you, I know how to hold back quite well.”

The oil lamp in the room flickered when the wind blew through the gaps and cracks of the small hut. The shadows of the couple flickered across the wall next to them. 

Esther’s undergarments have slipped from her body, and the warmth they shared now was shared across each other by the touch of their skin contact.

Esther’s breaths turn rough on Beelzebub’s ears when his finger slipped into her inner thighs. Now that Esther was on top of him, he could kiss her upper body as he loved, doing what he had been wanting to do to satisfy his need for her.

Beelzebub didn’t know he was quite fond of Esther’s fair skin until now. As Esther often wore a long sleeve dress, this was the first time for Beelzebub to admire her in the absence of her clothes. 

When his lips settled on one part of her skin, he couldn’t resist the urge for him to bite on her skin, peppering kissing and sucking her skin until it turned brighter in the red color. 

Beelzebub then pulled away, loving the moment he had to watch her basking in her sighs and cries of pleasure. Before he realized it, his fingers had moved to enter her, causing an unbridled sharp cry to slip from her lips. 

The overwhelming simulation caused Esther’s body to shake on his arms. Her body went forward and her head settled on his shoulders, sighing as she could feel more waves of pleasure surging on each thrust. 

She couldn’t resist to curl her body but Beelzebub was quick to pull her back onto his embrace, kissing her lips again and again.

“Don’t run,” he whispered, nibbling her lower lips before pulling away. “The night is still long what should I do if you ran away now?”

Esther’s eyes shut close as she shuddered, trying to hold back on the pleasure that build up from her insides. “Who says I’m running away?” Esther’s finger ran through the heavy locks of his blonde hair, subtly tugging so his head could lift up to meet her eyes.

A smile played on her lips, “While this is my first time, I am not innocent, Beelzebub.”

Beelzebub’s eyes quickly spark with desire and the way his cheeks and eyes flushed in a red color had Esther in a state of euphoria. 

“That’s not it,” Beelzebub told her, “You can call by my name.”

Esther couldn’t focus as he had spoken at the same time his hard member rubbed her core. While she relished on the wicked rapture, Beelzebub bent forward to whisper over her ears, “Noe.”

Esther’s eyes that were closed opened to meet his gaze. While there was wild desires all over his face, she could also see the satisfied smile on his lips. 

“My name is Noe,” Beelzebub whispered again to make sure she had heard him well, “It’s a name that can control me and bind me to you.”

Esther had heard how demon’s name was important to them, especially their truest name. For how dangerous the ability of their name could control their life down to their own souls, it was an extremely rare case where demons tell their true name to others, even if it was their spouses.

There was only one exception when a demon and those high demons would share their name to others. In a case where they truly trusts the other person and would have no regret if their name were to use for their own demise.

It was a simple name, thought Esther. But the weigh of the responsibilities and trusts given by Beelzebub moved her heart. 

“I don’t have those,” Esther said, “A true name is only for those with the noblesse blood. But I would treat your name like my own, a name which I would protect and not control. I promise this to you.”

Beelzebub’s eyes turned similar to a crescent moon when his lips curved. A boyish smile, or perhaps a smile that made him looked more humanely appeared on his face. 

“It’s a name that only you can call,” Beelzebub kissed her chest, burying half of his face to her heartbeat which relaxed him. “For this night and forever, call my name.” 

Beelzebub positioned himself and watched Esther’s break on his arms. Her body trembled at the intrusion that entered her. It was hot. The temperature of the room caused sweat to bead all over her forehead. But instead of shying away from the fever, Esther only desire for more. 

Beelzebub placed her gently on her bed, watching her expression and enjoying every last minutes of her cries. He loved how when he rocked his hips, Esther would elicit a soft cry of joy which she didn’t even realizes. 

Esther softly cried for his name, arousing him evermore. He pleased her body, doing whatever she loved him to do and felt how her core tightening around him as if to respond on pleasuring him. 

In the beginning Esther had inhibitions. She wasn’t shy but wasn’t bold like Beelzebub who didn’t hide his skill to make her come and melt on the bed. But alas all was gone as the hours grew where they would mix their bodies together.

Beelzebub scrunched his brows when he felt he was near and he could also sense Esther’s cries becoming more and more irresistible as they both reached to climax. 

Unable to withstand the pleasure, Esther’s fingers grasp tighter to his arms, allowing hand prints to cover his skin. Her legs that wrapped on his hips quivered and shook. The pleasure was unending to her and even as Beelzebub pulled himself out from her, she could feel it humming unceasingly.

She felt filled, fulfilled on both her heart and her physical needs. Wondering if the lovemaking session was as pleasureful to Beelzebub as she felt, Esther curiously find his expression. 

Her heart only thump louder when she saw his red tongue sneaked out from his mouth, brushing over his lips. 

There he was, continuing to look at her with an intoxicated expression on his face; causing Esther’s body to shudder again similar in a way when he had rubbed the deepest spot in her body that she needed earlier.

A low sigh emerge from the same devilish lips, “Not enough,” he uttered. His eyes flickered in a deep crimson color and for a moment, Esther could see him fighting with his greed.

Beelzebub seemed to have made up his mind when he pushed his hair that covered his eyes. The sweat drenched his hair, making it easier to stay on the back of his head. 

He bent down and while Esther wanted to share her qualms of how tired she was, Beelzebub picked her body and helped her rest for the better on the pillow before pulling the blanket to cover her. 

“That’s enough for today,” kissing the temple of her head, he showed her a gentle smile, “You should rest.

“I’m glad you know I can’t keep up anymore,” whispered Esther. She could tell how the entire session wasn’t enough for Beelzebub and she questioned if it was normal for a man to last for four hours? Because she can’t. She could tell if they were to continue, she would lose her mind and consciousness on the pleasure he had taught her.

“It wouldn’t be fun if I am the only one enjoying this. Unlike how I treat others, I would never treat you unfairly. It’s the privilege of having me as your lover,” Beelzebub winked his eyes once and Esther giggled at his words.

“I should be grateful then,” she observed the ceiling above them. “When this all ends, let’s return to your house. There might be dangers around us and we might fight again but I won’t leave you until we are able to solve every problem together and grow for the betterment of ours.”

Beelzebub pushed away the hair that stuck to her nose, “Before that, we should hold a marriage party and I should call you my wife.”