Help! I Think We Summoned A Demon King-Chapter 27: Sweet Dreams, Bunny

It now just occurred to Florielle that if her dream about the marks on the hero’s body were indeed real, then so too would the large snake-like thing she had seen between his legs.

A deep flush spread through Florielle’s cheeks and down her neck. Even though she had never seen one in real life, she had heard the other maidservants gossip about what the opposite of the female privates looked like.

However, when they made these descriptions and rendered comparisons with things around them, they always likened the male member to the size of carrots or spoons.

What Florielle had seen looked more like a short sword than a carrot.

She wondered why the difference was so great as she unconsciously cast a curious glance at Zorat’s pants.

Zorat caught her lingering gaze as he was making preparations to freshen up with a shower, he turned to her and said teasingly." You need something ?"

"No no no no... lord hero!....I was ..." Florielle stammered as she flapped her hands left to right, the flush on her face deepening.

"..I was just thinking about something stupid. Don’t mind me, lord hero." She mumbled as she turned around sharply.

Zorat grinned knowingly as he watched her begin frantically pulling out some of the garments she had brought, seemingly out of nowhere.

But upon closer look, Zorat could see a small pouch by the side of her waist, which glowed a dull blue whenever she made the move.

A space attuned magic contraption...

I see why they regarded the item-box hero so lowly...

Zorat thought inside with a hand on his chin, as he watched the rudimentary space magic powering the object unfurl before his eyes....

He could see every of its makeup directly, as he perceived its composition and total capacity.

This one only holds space of about ...half a cubic meter it seems...

Not too shabby....

This would require someone with a really strong affinity for space to develop according to this worlds standards.

Still.... It’s rudimentary magic...

A second scary part of the primordial demon king of mischief..... was his mind. The same mind that allowed him to grow into the pinnacle when it comes to rune interpretation and conjuration, dubbing him a second alias... All Powerful Runic Sovereign.

"Florielle, dear. That storage pouch you’re using... could you tell me where it was bought from ?"

Florielle, getting Zorat’s question, was glad the matter of her earlier curiosity was not broached further, she eagerly replied.. "Oh. The storage carry-on....this was given by the palace. It comes with the maidservant outfits."

Zonat just nodded in understanding, then went to take a quick shower before changing into a simple pants garment.

He didn’t bother wearing anything on the top, and simply came out and entered the room like that.

Whether by side effect of such monstrous runes being inscribed on his current frail body, or by some privilege that came with being a hero... Zorat was leaning more on the latter...

His currently occupied body was already adapting .... and he could see his previously flaccid muscles and structure refining themselves in real time.

Zorat caught curious glances from Florielle. There was curiosity in her eyes as she drank in his form....but something else shimmered underneath. Something he recognized well.

Oh ?. Is the bunny becoming a woman ?

Grinning, Zorat ignored her and took up a seating lotus position on the wooden floor.

Retrieving the knife from the storage space... he turned to look at Florielle who was still staring at him. Only this time, she was wide eyed and she looked a little frightened. Obviously she could already guess what was about to happen.

"Are you sure you’re okay with this ?. You can just wait ou...."

"No no, lord hero. I .... "

"I... i don’t know why you are doing this... but it seems important to you .... So ...."

"I want to stay and help." Florielle muttered in a determined tone, her face steeling in resolve with a bold glint in her eyes.

Well.... I actually don’t need your help, bunny...

But am curious to see how much your fragile little heart can take. Hehehe

Zorat only nodded with a warm smile, then proceeded as he had done prior.

He had expected Florielle to run out of the hut at the sheer horror, but rather, she was just gazing incredulously as the runes melted into Zorat’s skin, leaving very striking runic markings.

"Does it... not hurt ?." She spoke slowly after some time. Now she too was knelt just an arm’s reach from Zorat as she watched him with her big green eye.

It would seem she had overcome her fright in that short duration of time.

What a strange young lady ...

I like it....Hehehe.

Zorat enjoyed playing with his toys. But he hated them when they got boring or turned into liabilities.

Looking at the now relaxed Florielle who was now even lightly touching the runic markings on his body as she asked this question, Zorat felt it would take quite a while before she got boring to him.

"Not at all. Just a tickle." He replied simply with a warm smile, while surprisingly it caused a hot blush to spread through Florielle’s cheeks, and she quickly retrieved her hand as she apologised....

"I... I am so sorry, lord hero. I forget my place."she blurted out.

"It’s fine. You can touch all you want ." Zorat said with a mischievious grin.

He so enjoyed messing with this young lady, and was always entertained by her reactions. There was no such fun for him on the highest plane of the hell dimension.

"How.. how could I, a mere maidservant..." she ranted on with all the reasons why she shouldn’t be allowed such honor.

Zorat tuned her out, closing his eyes as he concentrated and continued his work.

It wasn’t until a couple of hours later that he opened them after he felt the body straining from the repeated process. It needed time to relax and adapt.

Looking to his right, he saw Florielle seated in the corner in a silky black night garment.

It seems she had already taken a shower and changed, she was crouched there, with her hands wrapping her knees, fast asleep.

Zorat stood and walked over, scooping her up gently into his arms. He could feel her massive breast wiggle from the motion as they bounced against him and pressed at his chest and arms.

Her flowery scent was enveloping, the sensation from underneath her thighs where his hands connected, felt warm, smooth and soft.

He moved her gently over to his bed and tucked her in, pulling the simple bed fabric to cover her fully.

Zorat stood over the sleeping Florielle, gazing at her with amusement in his eyes.

He wondered if he should make the time and properly woo her. After all, she was beautiful enough. However; Zorat was already working his magic on two other damsels he planned to gain something from; Florielle would have to wait for now.

Curious; his pupils suddenly flashed crimson.

Authority Of Mischief..... Desire....

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If only I could start a small family with my lord hero. It will be us, two boys and a girl....

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"..."

hehehe..

Sweet dreams Bunny.