Thrust Into He(r)ll

The thought raged in my brain with a mix of indignation and disbelief. It was not more than a day ago that I did my usual patrols, tired sneaking in a nap or two, got chastised by boss, clocked out and swung by the bar with my friends, downing more alcohol than the Order probably permitted - but then again, who cared about following that rule? This was the usual everyday, the one I’d languidly flowed though in the river of time. Nothing much happens out in Vorune and its surrounding grasslands - the most exciting thing was six months ago, when some Order warrior girl named Mille got transferred over here

"Mille..."

My step slowed as her name involuntarily escaped my lips in a whisper. Me and her - we’d become quite good friends over the past six months, hadn’t we? Thinking back on it, very rarely did we ever go somewhere without the other. We basically always sat next to other whether it was lunch or the bar. She was a good listener too - she was exceptionally gifted in social arts, seemingly always knowing what to say and when, like some fortuneteller that had already foreseen her conversation with her client and thought it over several days before. That was not to say she was without her flaws. She seemed to have her habit of tripping over what I’d theorized to be invisible objects tangible only to herself, though mostly just around me. She had some tendency to ask many questions, sometimes the same ones not long after the last time. I also remember her fighting ability. Ye gods, the woman would be a legend for her ability to give herself cuts and bruises. Before I knew it, mending her wounds and training her in martial arts was a part of my routine. But I didn’t mind. I never minded with her. Because she was always such bright ray of sunshine. I’d tease her, and she’d tease me, and we’d both get really deep in with the cuts before we’d laugh it off, walking arm over the other’s shoulder. She…was my best friend.

Something like a smile slowly crept up the corners of my mouth as my run slowed further still. Inevitably, recalling my times with her made me recall her countenance. Her long, flowing hair was usually tied into a ponytail, but I’d seen it released from the elastic shackle before. It had the hue of desert sand starting at the tips, becoming whiter as it worked upwards. It had a shine and silken look to it that begged people to touch it, and an almost hypnotic sway that kept them staring at it. Framed between those locks was a pretty face. It looked beautiful too, otherworldly so; as if it was sculpted with purpose rather than being selected via the randomness of genes. Never did I see a non-self-inflicted blemish on the smooth bridge of her noise, nor on the slightly plump cheeks I often wondered how they would feel to poke. Not even her smooth lips ever got any visible cracks in spite of her working hard training with me day after day - they always had a damp air to them that kept them luscious, especially noticeable when she smiled her radiant smile. And then, there was those eyes. Embarrassingly enough, I had a vivid memory of them, because I stared into them a lot. Yes, she teased me about this until you could call my face an honorary tomato. We shared the same height, and I found the pseudo wine-red gem interesting what with her minor albino traits, so it happened very much.

My memory went onward, spurred on by some metal force I couldn’t quite finger the identity of. It was heading toward the…other parts of a human. Order uniforms were usually simple with a few religious symbols emblazoned on obvious places - because I guess you aren’t really a religious institution unless everyone else knows it too - with a sharp emphasis on practicality. Put differently, it was boring. However, with Mille…Well. Seemingly for comfort, she was given a purple-ish miniskirt on her uniform. A truly short one, personally speaking, ending at somewhere above knee-level. She also had some aversion to shorts.

“C’mon man! We’re just sparring - think of it as some extra challenge, y’know! Or is there something…wrong?”

She’d say with a mischievous smile, before laughing at my immediate refusal, which I laughed along with. I really wish she would put on shorts, though. We practiced axe kicks a lot, so I couldn’t miss it. My sight travelling up her meaty thighs, the healthy pearl-white skin slightly jiggling with the surplus force of the high axe kick, eventually ending at her pelvic region. Panties the nearly same color as her miniskirt, only darker, was over her c…unmentionables, sweat glistening off around it and small damp clouds wafting from out of the cloth, making it look weirdly obscene yet enticing. The fabric was tight, stretched to the limit, sticking over her…place like a candy wrapper to a piece of caramel, betraying no doubt what was beneath it yet still leaving to the imagination how exactly it looked like. I am sure that, were it even a millimeter less wide, I would be seeing shades of pink.

Her tripping habit was troublesome too. More often than not, it would be forward while she was ahead of me. A gust would lift the skirt a little and the sight would be burned into my eyes. The fact that her panties covered around the meeting point of her frankly giant buttocks in some small heart-like shape did not help. If anything, pressing softly into her elastic, wiggling meat like they were, it only helped emphasizing the size of her fat wagon more than if it wasn’t there. The same could said of her thighs - the brown thigh-high boots failed keeping in all of her, some ever so slight excess skin spilled over out them. There was at least one time wherein I had to forcefully drag my hand back with my other because it was unwittingly reaching out for her bottom as if possessed. Honestly, I was so pathetic. True, I wished to meet and know a woman and fornicate with her same as many other straight men, but with Order duty and what happened back home, I had all but killed my carnal desires in dedication to ridding the world of those scum of the earth beasts. Plus, all we were, were friends. I can’t make it so she feels like its unsafe to be with me, regardless of her beauty. Thankfully, I don’t think she’s aware that I saw her…areas, but she must know somewhat. Her teats are about as massive as her bottom, straining against her uniform, giving them clear curvature, and I swear to the Goddess, she wore no bra. There, she must’ve seen me stare a-

“Goddamn it, Vince! You idiot!”

I was to slap myself out of it, but the force I put to my cheek ended up being that of a punch. Truly, I was pathetic. The nerve to think about the shape of Mille when my livelihood’s end could well be running up my heels. Yes, I always knew that my heart was a faint one, in spite of my drive to end the monsters and my warrior’s training. But few would blame me if they saw what I did. Vorune wasn’t the largest of cities, and neither was its soldiers the most nor was the population, but comparatively, we were pretty big. Not even a day had passed, and we all were overrun like sandcastles to the coming tide. My friends, who in the day before I’d laughed with, argued with, made promises with, were spread flat on the ground, moaning indecently while the weight of a monster rose and crashed down their rods, creating filthy noises as their bodies smacked together. I covered my ears to shut out the noises of that scene from hell, but that didn’t erase the worst part - I could not find Mille anywhere. Even so, I ran away, periodically flinging my armor off in purposefully confusing locations, an abyss of despair forming in my gut. It was not as if I was abandoning her - I truly didn’t think so. In the time we trained, she’d improved tenfold. I’d even go so far to say she’d surpassed me. But even so, despair induced doubt pricked at my mind like some bruise I couldn’t stop scratching. Those…things weren’t just strong, they were calamitous. And the thought that Mille could be changed by them, and that she’d lewdly throw herself at some incubus- I ran away from the thought before it could finish catching up to me. Even still, I began to feel something hot in the corners of my eyes.

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I could hear panting. I could feel sweat, sticking to my clothes. A certain numbness was pecking my hands and feet, spreading ever inwards. Even so, I didn’t stop running.

Verdant bumps spread out all over the field. It would seem I’d arrived at Hauel Hills, marking that I’d at the very least made some significant progress away from the battlefield, yet not enough that I could fully say I’d lost the monster’s trail. Monsters are monsters because they surpass human limits, so I couldn’t for sure say that no monster wouldn’t catch up to me in twenty or so minutes. Funnily enough, ‘surpassing human limits’ could also be applied to human ‘heroes’ - there was a queer overlap between monsters and heroes…

“Not the time, Vince!”

I squeezed on my wrist hard to get myself back on track. My tendency to have wandering thoughts was really annoying at times like this.

-Do I have some attention disorder?

It didn’t matter - the Order would have my head rolling for suggesting it anyhow. The important thing now was planning the next move. It doesn’t take a genius to foresee I couldn’t keep this up forever. I only had a rough estimate of where the next Order base could be, and that was far from here. What would really help right now was a horse or some other method of transport, but knowing my luck, the only hoofbeats I would hear would belong to a centaur. I also couldn’t count on villages, considering they would also be dragged into the monster’s grasp by my passing through them. This wasn’t only an erroneous action from a moral perspective - strategically, the Order wouldn’t benefit from more monsters. It would seem the only action was to do what I’d already done: Run.

-That’s fine; I’m used to running…

I nearly ran from Lescatie all the way over to the nearest city, after all. Running from Hauel Hills over to the next Order base wouldn’t be easy, but at the very least I could be assured via the fact I had gone through something similar before and survived. It wouldn’t even end with the running, though. Considering what’d previously happened in my life, the Order’s condemnatory eye was watching me unblinkingly, waiting for when I would slip up and prove to be a monstrous ally. My - put frankly - recreant behavior would need to be explained and/or excused in some manner that wouldn’t send cold, and above all sharp metal though my neck from above, so I’d need to think about that, too. Fleeing to preserve one’s life wouldn’t matter much if one was executed for doing it.

“…Shit…”

Instinctively, I swore under my breath while brushing my bright green hair, shaggy and unkempt from all the running, away from my face. I ground my teeth and shook in rage at monsters and at all they’d taken from me, reducing me to a scared animal covered in mud, fleeing for Goddess knows how long.

“Why’d she do such a stupid thing…!”

I missed Lescatie, my hometown. I lived with my family - Father, Mother and my little sister, Sarah. I was a part of the Order’s military, likewise was my sister. Despite that, we lived in peaceful times. I kept myself far from on-field missions, and Sarah enjoyed intermingling with the other Magi over actually putting the spells into practice. I didn’t even hold much fear or loathing for monsters. As long as the days could continue like that, even I, a stupid, no-skilled weakling nobody, could enjoy them.

But then, without warning, these days cruelly came to an abrupt halt. It was no different from the rest, that day. Clocking out of my job, I wandered down the streets of blue and white and gold. Sunlight shimmering down on the people putting out the laundry to dry and the children running around the adults’ feet. There was nary a cloud; the blue heaven’s splendor was full to see for all. And then, there was I. Blissfully enjoying the weather, I turned up to my family’s home. As I put my hand on the door, I suddenly hesitated. There was a quiet sound from inside - a breathless one, something like a moan. In fact, there were several more in succession. Wrought with sudden anxiety, I threw the door open. The place looked slightly ransacked- as in, there was a clear path from the front door to the stairs wherein anything obstructing it had been forcefully shoved aside. But I barely paid it any mind as I sharped my hearing, zoning on the moans, who now sounded…obscene. Fearing the worst, I headed in their direction, which was Sarah’s room. My fear spiking again, I nearly kicked open her door and…

-What…the hell…?

That was all I could think. On the bed, whiteness congregated on the sheets, lewdly dripping down from its source: The joining of a man’s towering rod and the secret place of a woman crashing down hard upon it. I recognized the man: It was a soldier from a higher-born family that had been a friend of me and Sarah’s for a long while. Even so, the only reason we could talk despite our nobility being several gaps apart was because we did it under the guise of ‘comrades’. For some reason, I was vaguely recalling memories of Sarah wishing to wed him and myself shooting her down because of the impossibility in class difference. The woman, I didn’t recognize. The feline ears peaking up, the fluffy three-digit arms and legs, the wildly swishing tail, all of them green, didn’t make anyone spring forth in my half-closed mind’s eye. And then, realization struck like lightning.

“S…S-Sarah…?”

Even as I whimpered that out, they took no notice of me. Sarah rose, then slammed down her hips with animalistic fury, creating a wet yet striking sound of love-juice stained flesh hitting flesh. Again, and again, and again and again. The soldier didn’t look anything except pleased - in fact, he was actively playing with my now monsterized sister’s breasts. Kneading them. Twisting the nipples, pulling them. Coaxing them to his mouth before sucking on them like a baby. And every knead, twist, pull and suck would shake Sarah’s body like she’d been shot up with a jolt of electricity, howling with a new mask of rapture on her face; teeth clenching, tongue dangling, eyes drooping - the sight could only be called obscene. And they continued for time I would never know how long, sweet smiles on their faces as I couldn’t do anything except watch.

Things moved fast after that. There was no way you could keep this a secret in Lescatie. The Senate executed Mother under suspicion of being a traitor, the date for Sarah’s execution was still pending at the time, but it must’ve gone through by now. The soldier was dishonorably discharged and sent into exile. I was also to be executed on the same grounds as mother, but it seemed some of the lower Order members got through to the high priests before the final decree was put out, and my sentence was lightened. Instead, Father was to publicly disown me - an action he very much opposed but eventually did reluctantly - and I was free to seek shelter somewhere else but forbitten from entering Lescatie. Even the Order carts refused to serve because they didn’t want to be cursed at like me for helping. I couldn’t really blame them, but that left me nothing but my legs to carry me. There wasn’t much on my person, but I still had to run. And in the endless fields, covered in dirt, wheezing and gasping, I recalled Sarah’s face. She was gentle, graceful and logical- my polar opposite. Yet the monsters stole that, replacing it with a face of a depraved whore, wantonly throwing herself at a male like some baseborn animal. They took her soul, then her body. The realization of this reality started tears that wouldn’t stop, and then I collapsed.

I was lucky that some Vorune Order scouts came upon me and nursed me back to health. There, I enlisted, and worked myself hard in training with burning hate in my heart. Even so, time mellowed me. I met new friends, we laughed, we cried, we trained and I met Mille…And right when was beginning to feel my heart was fully healed again, the goddamn monsters took it away from me again!

Shaking my body awake with inner rage, I roughly surveyed the surroundings as if looking for something to break. I would find the next Order base – my hate wouldn’t allow any other option. Not until I’d ridden the world of those creatures of evil. And right as I made to run again-

*Rustle* -

…That’s too loud to be wind…

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Slowly and carefully, betraying the ice-melting enmity inside them, shifting my eyes this and that way, a hand hovering above the hilt of my sheathed steel broadsword. I was sure there was enemy, but that didn’t mean it was wise to draw my weapon yet. Contrary to what the Senate’s fogies-in-charge thought, the monsters were smart, sometimes to humanistic levels. Boss was a reasonable person, so he specifically taught us to move with the awareness that the monsters could set and spring traps on us. Now, recalling my lessons, I searched for where the beast’s presence could be found. The element of surprise is a potent one, enough to win in a single sword-stroke, and I was one-hundred percent sure I’d wandered into a trap, but the trapper didn’t know I was aware of that. Unsheathing my sword right now was the same as pulling down my pants ‘round my ankles and slapping a ‘kick-me’ sign on my back, so I wanted at the very least to close the distance first so I could even the scales.

“Hihihi~♡ Oh, there’s no need for that.”

Suddenly, a sweet and sultry voice dripping with femininity like it was salivating from the mouth, spoke and instantly braked my thoughts along with my expression of determined rage. I instantly regained it, however, once its owner gracefully descended before me like the autumn leaf fluttering down, detached from its tree.

“I’m not running anywhere, you know? There’s nothing I’d want less than to make the gap between us bigger…So, let’s get re-ally close, okay?♡ Hihihi~♡”

A tense silence then happened – probably only for me though. That’s because, I wasn’t comprehending what was before me. Functionally I understood what it was. A succubus was standing there – her black horns, purplish tail, heart earring adorned knife-ears as well as the bat-like obsidian wings didn’t let me mistake otherwise. It wasn’t that I didn’t understand, no, it was everything else.

That long, silky hair swaying in lightly in the wind was a dune of desert that became whiter as it came up. That skin was white as the finest pearls, looking pillowy and meaty in a way that was just right, spilling ever so slightly out over the tight purple-ish thigh-high socks. The wine-red gems narrowed and shone with a glint like a predator before prey, coupled with a wide smile that showed off her canines. Some dark purple underwear that could only charitably called a ‘thong’ – it was more a piece of cloth barely covering her secret place and behind, squeezing into her enough that it didn’t leave much to the imagination, yet still invited onlookers to try. Moving up her smooth stomach, eventually you’d land at her bra. It looked as if it was going to burst open at any moment through the strain of holding back the succubus’s voluptuous mounds. In addition to this, heart-shaped holes outlined with golden lines, lewdly exposing supple flesh, with holes that looked just big enough to stick-

“Ngh!”

“Hmmmm~? Hmhmhm, is something wrong…? I thought you Order types were all about ‘chivalry’. But it doesn’t matter♡” She stuck out her chest like prostitute. “Come on now. You can look as long…and hard…as you want♡”

Tugging at my pelvic region, something was rising against my pants. But there was nothing pleasant about that sensation. Because that monster looked all too similar to Mille, all it gave me was ever-expanding hate for defiling the pure image of Mille into something sloven and shame at being aroused at the sight.

-Seduction spells…Shit, I underestimated it.

I knew a bit about it, but not much. Now, I was feeling firsthand why it could disarm so many. I also remembered that succubi had the ability to take the image of a man’s ideal woman. I had no idea what that said about, or how accurate that knowledge was, but once the idea that ‘this is just an image to trick me’, I finally spoke up.

“…Who are you, demon?” I then raised my right palm ahead in open hostility. “And what are you here for? Answer carefully, or I will kill you.”

“Hmhmhm♡ Oh, but don’t recognize me, Vince~?” Her syrupy-sweet whispering, like the taste of honey was being poured down my ears, made me wince with an unknown sensation. “I thought you couldn’t keep the image of my ‘big bottom’ out of your head…didn’t it look…so luscious? Didn’t you want to…reach out and rub it so, so much? Hmhmhm, I certainly hoped so♡”

“…I don’t remember associating with monsters. How do you know my name?” I took great care to make no emotion appear in my voice or face, but the succubus didn’t seem to care. She just kept smiling with superficial friendliness, but her eyes couldn’t hide her excitement, nor where they were staring.

“You already should know the answer, Vince♡ As for what I’m here for…Well, I think you know that too, hmhm♡”

Turning to the side, but not taking her seductive eye off me, the succubus made a claw grip around some invisible airborne cylinder near her mouth, slow moving her hand back and forth. Not much time passed before she began sticking out her tongue and rolling it in circles, thick saliva dripping off and hitting the grass. It would seem this vulgar gesture was her answer. My patience was already barely existent, but now it truly died for good.

“You shitty whore! Stop it…don’t use her voice, don’t use her body, don’t use her…! Don’t defile Mille!”

The succubus simply chuckled, her visage the same placid smile that was expertly pissing me off. “Oh, so you do remember me. I’m so glad♡”

“Not another word!” I was practically snarling now as I re-thrust my palm.

“Maybe I should’ve picked a better time and place, but you don’t how long I’ve been wai- “

“FIREBALL!!”

My refusal of the monster’s existence showed through my palm and came at her speedily and burning. I was quite used to this sensation – the surge like your blood gathering at your shoulder so it could blow through the arm like a wave. The electric jolt, starting at the palm’s center, then engulfing the whole hand right to the fingertips. Then as if a spike is shot through, the electricity expels out all at once. This all happens in a split second after the incantation’s last syllable is said and the fire is visualized.

I was very used to this sensation. This rush of blood. This…shock spike shaking my arm. It was not a pleasant sensation, but I been training ever since I was stationed at Lescatie. The trick was to focus on the image in your head – the visualization of your desire. What I’d fired off was a Mana Shot – Type: Fireball, because I’d pictured flames, and what I wanted was for the enemy before me to be dead immediately, so it took on raging power and speed. There is this foolish, romantic notion that long, drawn out battles wherein both sides throw all their power at the other are the most glorious. The logical flaw in this is that life or death battlers are never glorious, so it suited me better to avoid them completely or end them quickly, even if I had to attack the enemy unawares. Unfortunately, it seemed this succubus had expected as much, and my fireball flew through her spectral afterimage made from a faster-than-light sidestep, charring a straight snake of black behind where it stood.

“Ouh, so feisty~” The succubus placed her hands on her hips, shaking her head despite her smile not faltering. “Well, it’s a shame, but I guess I’ll have to be a bit more…forceful.”

She then shifted into a fighting stance as if it came as naturally to her as breathing, but even so, that wide smile and eyes of an animal in heat barely holding back the urge to pounce on the mate before her didn’t falter. If anything, it intensified.

“Welp, time to show you the fruits our training, tea-cher~♡” Her mimicry of Mille’s voice made something that would’ve been unequivocally cute said from her mouth instead send a chill down my spine. “I learned a lot from you in a very short time, but I’ve been using my free time to branch out into some different areas, so you’re going to learn somethings from me now, alright~? Now, to push you down…Or, if I’m lucky, you could push me down, hmhmhm~♡”

“As if.” Seeing the time for ambushes was over, I drew out my steel blade and shifted into my best swordsman stance. “I’m a pious man of the Order – I’ll only push you into the grave. Now, time to punish you, demon! I know this won’t bring back Sarah, but I’ll at least feel like that some justice has been done!”

The stupor broke and I charged for the succubus with my sword behind me, which she responded with by slowly walking toward me, swaying her hips back and forth like she was an exotic dancer coming to sit her big thighs over my lap. I made the first move once I judged the distance to right, sending my grip round to make the tip point ahead.

-Focus. She’s cocky, so ram it all in, in one blow!

I tightened my hand on the hilt till my knuckles whitened with effort, and, summoning the force of my hate to be converted into strength, drove it forwards like a battering ram, straight and true. But-

*Clang*!

The grass and dirt tore through the strength of my feet gliding backwards, myself nearly stumbling over while I tried to regain my bearings.

“Huh?!”

-I was sure I hit her! But there was a clang, and…sparks flew- how’d she-

I realized immediately once I looked over at the succubus, and saw her one leg dangling off the ground like a flamingo.

“Enchanted boots…”

“You like them? I didn’t really want to ruin these heels, so I applied a little ‘protection’. The force of the kick’s my own though – the one you taught me. You see? You don’t have to think about a-ny-thing~♡ I can take the lead too, if you’d like♡” …That was the same kick as Mille’s. I thought they could delve into dream, but could they also do the same to memories? And to meet my trust like that – she was seriously strong. But this information meant nothing to me. All it did was fuel my anger.

“You bitch!”

I thrust my sword again toward the succubus, and with almost beautiful finesse, she launched her stiletto heel to meet it, them both clashing against one another, creating sparks as a consequence. She was answering me measure for measure. If I swung for the stomach, she’d do a roundhouse. If tried stabbing her legs, she’d do a low kick. If I tried to fire off an attack spell in her way, she’d stuff it with stripe of black, dripping monster mana, like swatting away a fly. It wasn’t a dance – you need cooperation, thrust and a bit of foresight to unionize with your partner in a waltz – but it did have dance-like qualities, the way we spun around one another, throwing technique after technique after technique, never touching nor being touched. And it was beginning to tire me out.

Sweat clung to hers and I’s body, yet I refused to give up regardless of the painful numbness in my arms and legs, and neither would the demon, so it seemed. I felt clammy and hot, my clothes sticking to my skin unpleasantly, my pathetic panting grating my ears. On her, however, the sweat glistened off her in a way that – put in the only way my mind could at the moment – was oddly sensual, like it was something that made me easily imagine how warm her body was. Her panting only added to this – it was surprisingly easy to imagine how warm her breath would feel on my ear if I hugged her voluptuous and soft body close and-

-Damn it!

Things were not going well; I’d have to admit. The succubus had long since stopped pretending she was doing anything except playing with her food, no longer clashing her kicks ‘gainst the steel of my divider of sin, instead dodging them with speed faster than my human eye could see. While she did so, she would mock me. ‘Accidently’, she’d dodge her breasts into my free hand while I was open. I couldn’t say I my pulse didn’t quicken once feeling my hand sink into those plump swells. At other times she’d brush her giant ass against the hand while behind me. It was soft, velvety with a heat that stayed on my hand even much later, annoyingly distracting with how pleasant it felt. Sometimes, a gloved hand would land on my cheek, gently stroking it while briefly staring into me with a soft gaze of lustfulness overwhelming enough to give me pause and make the part of me stroked redden. Well, that was when I wasn’t thinking ‘that was a gloved hand?!’

-This is getting…old…

I tried kicking up some dirt in an effort to blind her, but, yet again, she back dashed, seemingly making sure not even one iota of soil would desoil- I mean despoil her body. “Ufufufufu~ Don’t wanna dirty my body here. Because…the only one who gets to dirty my body… is you, Vin-cent♡” Her voice wasn’t making things easier, like it was lovingly carrying the insides of my ear, making the tugging sensation in my pants I’d been trying to ignore even harder to do so. A lot of this had to do with the fact she looked and sounded like Millie. I knew that this was just a ploy, some immoral trick meant to tempt me into a foolish choice, but when her body looked so similar, and she spoke that I could gaze at her slovenly yet delicious body, telling, no, begging I coat her insides with my semen in that voice…it seemed to please the inner animal, and it was gradually taking over…

-Gah! Damn it, Vince! Does Mille mean so little to you?!

But I was more resolute. The arousal dissipated like snow in a bonfire once my rage flared afresh. One blow. One blow’s all I need. If only I could predict where next she appears. Breathe in…Breathe out…Focus. Expand the eye of your mind, and-

“THERE!!!”

In an instant, I felt I reached her speed, and poured all that acceleration into my thrust – a sting that could rend even steel. I was pinpoint accurate, and in a moment so short it wouldn’t exist, I would arrive to plunge its full length through her abdomen and out her back.

-HERE IT IS!! THERE’S NO ESCAPE, YOU DAMN DEEEMMMMOONNNNNNNNN!!!

A hair’s breathed before it was to split her skin. And then-

She jumped.

“H-Huh?!” In a forward somersault, keeping a single finger on the tip of my blade as if to mock the very idea of gravity…the succubus adroitly jumped into the air, eyes closed in peaceful focus, before nimbly landing both feet on my blade with similar grace to how a bird lands on a branch. It was only when I looked up at her smiling face than I realized this was her way of dodging my attack. Her little number seriously made me aware of the gap in our ability. Even so-

-As if that’ll impress me!

Snapping my mind back, I instantly took out the sword beneath her feet, cutting at her falling body. At least, that was what was supposed to happen, but it would seem she’d mysteriously disappeared. Just as I wondered so, a warm hand came over mine, and I saw a heart-shaped tail begin tugging at my pants.

“Alright, that’s enough playing around…”

A decidedly feminine voice whispered gently into my ear, and I became assailed by a sweet and warm softness enveloping me at my left side, instantly derailing my thoughts.

“Now…let’s do something a lot more enjoyable…♡”

“What are yo- NGH!?”

Suddenly, a sweet, wet sensation spread throughout my mouth; her moist tongue had forced itself into my oral cavity.

“Mmph…Mmaahh…♡”

Shameless sounds reached my ears as her pleasantly plump lips forced themselves onto mine, her wet tongue carefully travelling over my entire oral cavity. I could see her narrowed eyes, practically spilling over lustful joy, body doing mini convulsions, showcasing its monstrous greed.

At first, in want to deny the succubus’s will, bluntly did I retreat mine tongue away out of possession of hers. But this was hard to keep up with. Once or twice, our tongues would meet, and I’d be hit with this sudden jolt that made no mistake of her delectableness, leaving a numbing poison to linger on my taste buds. That numbness coursed all as one to my brain, making it misty as if someone had set up a steam bath there.

-Why work so hard to resist it…you could feel that taste again…and again…if you just…stayed still…

My head was working against me. I suddenly stopped escaping my tongue from hers, letting them intertwine. Some part of me still resisted, but I couldn’t find them in the fog, and I was too tired to care.

-…Ahhh…feels…good…

The succubus leaned in further, tightening the grip on my right shoulder. I was acutely aware of her breasts, pressing their supple texture that could be felt even though her bra toward my left side. It enhanced the fog of my mind further, subtilty exciting me. As for my mouth, the sweet numbing sensation had left me slack jawed. Without realizing it, I was reciprocating, answering her rubbing with my own, her impossibly delicious saliva sliding down my throat, intoxicating like the finest wine. And then-

“Hmhmhm~♡”

She withdrew. My reaction delayed because of my clouded brain, I became confused and strangely anxious, as if I suddenly missed a step walking down the stairs. A trail of saliva from my mouth to hers, she stared at me with a simply bewitching expression – one that could barely keep itself together.

“Now…hah…did you…hah…enjoy that…?”

I said nothing, but apparently, she gained an answer still.

“Hmhmhm~♡ I guess so…hah~♡ But you know…it’s only the ‘opening act’…”

“H..uh?”

Her meaning escaped me as I stared dazed into her smiling face. Suddenly, I heard a rustle of cloth which punctuated my consciousness’s rapid return.

“Ahhhhh!♡ Now this is what I’ve been waiting for…♡”

Her visage smiled in a way only a monster could, her wet tongue licking its owner’s lips in a way that made my pulse quicken in spite of myself. I followed her intense stare, focused hungerly on a single point like a dog looking at a piece of meat, and saw it.

-…Ah?!

There it was. My erected organ, exposed to the open air, dripping with…precum, if I wasn’t mistaken. I could feel my embarrassment, feeling strangely similar to the embarrassment I got when Mille teased me, further exacerbating said embarrassment. The succubus caught that, and giggled.

“So cute…♡ There’s no need to be embarrassed, you know? I think it looks…quite lovely…♡”

There was nothing to really say about my organ, beyond the fleshy grotesque quality they all shared. Back when I cared about that sort of thing, I just to measure it, and after much study, I found it to be…average. It wasn’t particularly lengthy nor girthy. The monster seemingly didn’t care, however – I had a baseless feeling it would think the same of it regardless of its length, width or girth. Like a serpent, an ungloved hand slithered over to my length ready to constrict. I tried struggling, but her strength betrayed her soft frame. The serpent arrived before its meal, opened its jaws, and-

“Ngh!”

Her hand ever so gently traced my rod along its length, leaving a tingling itch that left my blood seemingly heating at the unfamiliar sensation, my body twitching and moaning along with it. It was comparable to the feeling of a spike flowing through my veins I got when I first channeled mana out of my hand, but only just. A spike had never before felt so pleasant.

“Oh my, that’s quite the reaction. I guess I really does feel different when someone else does it, hmmm~?”

Her hot breath tickled my earlobe, my body gradually feeling like it was submerging into lukewarm water starting at groin level and spreading outwards. I had tried to keep some dignity via not showing even a twitch on my face to make up for my embarrassing virgin reaction earlier. But alas, heated moans sunk still out my mouth before I knew it and there were a few knee-jerk reactions of sudden body movement to the unfamiliar pleasure of her hand, softly stroking from base to tip like she was gently petting some small animal she loved.

“Poor little boy, all pent up like this~♡”

Something I, seeing through her devilish trick as it were, couldn’t recognize as anything but a concerned tone leaked into my ear, making me suddenly aware of my heartbeat. She couldn’t keep out an aroused edge, though. Her body was aflush with a fireplace’s heat, her pants weren’t quiet enough to miss, her hand’s silken skin almost felt like its own entity, hugging my member and trying to suck out whatever fluids came from its flesh first. An odd respect for her obviousness welled up in me.

“We’ve been holding back for so, so, so long…So, let’s make up for those years~♡”

Saying so, her tongue dragged itself slow up my cheek, lapping up sweat. Then, her gentle stroking sped up, sending an electric jolt coursing through my nerves. There must be some queer enchantment to her hand as it gripped the length whole, ran its fingers around the glands – something that drove the pleasure higher up, because there’s no way it would feel this good with a regular human woman.

“Look, look~♡ Look how big it is~♡”

Parts of me still wanted to show resistance, but my mind was already feeling like it was melting like butter against the heat she transmitted, so I hazily acquiesced.

The only word that came to mind was ‘grotesque’. I could see the veins slightly while it struck outward with girth and hardness that made me briefly hallucinate it was a spear. It was almost out of place with the comparatively dainty hand enveloping its length. But even just a look was enough to tell who was master and who was slave. Her hand, with speed and precision, made my organ tremble like a cornered animal, looking ready to burst. I tried closing my eyes, but the *slick* *slick* of a member being coated by its own precum plus the smell – a bittersweet mix of two people’s sweat and pheromones – made it impossible to forget what I was doing.

“Ahhhh, I can’t stand this anymore! Come here…”

Her free hand cupped my chin, its sudden soft touch functionally forcing my eyes open as they met hers. Staring into her Mille-like face, her hot breath caressed me. Then, she struck her dripping tongue into my unresisting mouth, her flushed expression – similar to a gourmand dining on their favorite treat – making it obvious she had abandoned herself to wantonness. Her hot tongue rolled in every which corner, savoring it like a fine cuisine, licking the underside with the greatest care, our saliva’s intermingling, spilling into the other and down our chins…

And she didn’t stay her hand whilst ‘eating’ me, oh no, it had only increased in intensity. It was the same to and fro gesture, making the same vulgar sound which penetrated through my hazed mind even now, but that tingling heat hadn’t abated nor lessened to any degree. Being attacked from two angles crumbled my physical defenses like a card house to that brother that wanted attention. In my lower region, I became acutely aware of a familiar numbness like I needed to pee. Mil- the succubus seemed aware too.

“Can’t keep it in anymore? Hmhmh~♡ It’s fine, go ahead. Let me feel…and taste…your lovely, delicious, essence♡”

Pride was still keeping my seed in their testicles, though.

-Get it together, Vince! You’re an Order man, and you’re already lik-

The train of thought crashed into a ditch right when another sensation came upon my member, an embarrassingly high-pitched moan launching out at its arrival. In the pleasure, it was becoming hard to have awareness of anything except its sweetness, but I saw the perpetrator out the corner of my eye. Upon my penis, her hand had moved to smoothly caress my tip, while her tail…her tail had become the hand’s progeny. Wrapping around like a python, it repeated the passionate and rapid stroking techniques of its prehensile forerunner. It was begging for me to orgasm, I could tell as much.

-It’s…ngh…useless, mmah! I-I can’t…!

The movements of her mouth, her hand, her tail didn’t stop. The pleasure of my sensitive flesh was coursing downward, to the numbness at groin level. It swelled and swelled, like a bubble that you knew not how big it could get before bursting, and just as I felt like I couldn’t take more-

“Ngh-nggGHHHAAAHHH!!”

This mind of mine was blank. Convulsing and arching my back slightly, the succubus caught my forth-gushing semen in her hand as her tail wrung more out, determined to not let even a single spec of whiteness slip through. With the amount that was shot out, however, it was impossible to stop it all from hitting the grass.

The monster, like they are wont to do, looked at it lovingly all the same, resembling how a doting mother looks at a child they cannot bring themselves to hate no matter what. Slowly, with obvious excitement, she lifted over her semen stained – stained with my semen – over to her mouth, and began to lick it.

“Ah♡ Mmmph♡ Nggahh~♡!”

Up, down, all around her tongue lapped up my seed with barely contained desperation, as if it were water given to a man crawling through the desert. Even so, she didn’t break eye contact, possibly because she wanted me to see.

“Aaaahhhhhhh~♡♡!! This is the best♡ This is that taste I could never forget♡ Those essence supplements could never compare to this heavenly flavor~♡♡!!”

“H-How…What do you…hah, mean by…that, d-demon?”

My mind was still a mess of pleasure, but my composure had regained enough for me to ask a question. Not a very useful thing to do at the moment, but with my currently lacking strength, it was all I could do. Expression that of a drunken man, she answers while still partaking of her stained hand.

“You’re not a very subtitle, mph, person, Vince. This body, aumph, could feel your hot and hard gaze, so I figured you couldn’t hold back, just like I barely could. You never check your tissues when you scoop them up and trash them. Do you know how it is to live on essence supplements for so long? It’s torture. So, to reward myself, I snuck into your room, unfolded your tissues, and licked it all up, like…this♡”

With deliberate slowness, she lewdly dragged a tongue up her wrist to the tips of her ring and middle finger, lolling some white goop – my white goop – off it and onto her tastebuds, unwaveringly looking at me like a whore. To say my heart didn’t skip a beat at her gesture of desperate affection would be a lie, but now, with my composure’s gradual renewal, I was ready to resist it.

“…You can’t trick me. I said it before- I’m a man of the Order. If I were to…do that…I’d just be some pervert. For what I lost…I don’t have time to, dawdle around!”

“Don’t pretend with me, Vincent Bolwerk.” An accusatory finger was thrust before me, and the succubus’s tone sounded flat-out offended. “You drown yourself in wine, late at night you jerk yourself off to my body with bestial abandon- pious? In fact, you don’t even believe in the Goddess, and until ‘that day’, you didn’t understand why the Order wanted to kill all of monster-kind.”

“How do you-“

“Because you told me, and because I saw you do those things. If you ask me, it seems your ‘faith’ in the Goddess comes secondary to the power and opportunity the Order grants, am I right? You wanted revenge to have your hole from those lost days filled up with satisfaction, sook out the Order’s power and convinced yourself you ‘believed’ in their teachings somewhere down the line, hm? What if…Oh, what if I told you, there was another way…? That not all from those days is lost? Yes, you could get it aaaallllll back…with the power of monsters. You’d be able to see your sister again…And, on the way, you could feel oh so good…♡”

There was a moment of silence, as I considered the Mille-Succubus’s words. Or, it looked like I was doing that, but in reality, I was momentarily focusing on a weak point in her grip, before slithering myself free and elbowing her in the chest.

“UNHAND ME!!”

I wasted no time pulling up my undergarments and refastening my belt – it still looked sloppy, but at the very least I wouldn’t be literally caught with my pants down – before picking up my sword. The succubus didn’t waste much time either, reeling only briefly in shock before trying to re-grapple me, then having to retreat from a broad-arched slash aimed her way.

“That’s what you all say…But Sarah’s dead! Even if her body didn’t, she did die! So what if didn’t believe in the Goddess – I need power to unleash on you all terror of the same magnitude you did to me, again and again and AGAIN!!”

Swinging again and again, the succubus simply dodged them all with her ‘afterimage’ technique. But eventually I’d reach her, then I’d pay her back for the humiliation!

“You can drop your disguise- it doesn’t work. Even if I did ‘that’ to her, that doesn’t mean I held any pride in doing so!”

I intensified my pursuit. My mind filled with hatred for her so potent our former exchange seemed illusory.

“What’s the matter?! Can’t your troglodyte brain think like anything except a beast?! Not every man and woman want to fuck! Even if she’s so easy to talk to…even if her smile is so radiant…even if she has a splendid body…we. Are. NOT. LIKE. THAAATTT!!!”

I swung once more. I would swing as long as eventually I’d get to her, and then, I could make it so no one could recognize who it was. Cutting down an image of Mille was not a pleasant though, but with the idea that it was a trickster simply defiling her, I became more than eager.

Even so, the monster wasn’t making it easy. After another of my countless wide swings, her enchanted heel made hard contact with steel, sounding out a *clang*. The roundhouse made me lose grip of my weapon, the noise of it being forcefully planted in the ground coinciding with my jumping back twice, instinctively reacting to the loss of my sword. Now there was considerable distance between us. Silence – nothing except the gentle breeze flowing across the land. I looked at her – she looked at me. Her expression was very un-monster-like – it faced me with a will to meet my strength head on that betrayed no signs of seriousness.

-Good. Playtime’s long over…

The tension in the air strained further. I didn’t move a muscle, nor did she. She didn’t even make to pick up my discarded sword at her side. We were watching, waiting for the other’s first move.

-It’ll be long while before there’s any order base…but that’s fine, I’m used to running, and I never needed magic to do it. Yeah, to get her annihilated in a single blow, I should just throw everything I have at her…and run like hell over her corpse!

Making my decision, I breathed out, closing my eyes. Then, almost instantaneously, I opened my eyes and clasped my hands together as if in prayer, myriad embers spawning from around those hands.

“Shitty demon…”

Then, with the greatest care, I slowly drew them apart, thick lines of magical power circling to and from the palms ever-expanding gap.

“…I’ve had enough of you…!”

Suddenly, like my slow speed had been a lie, I snapped my palms outward, releasing orange embers out from them like fireflies nestled in my hands. Turning those crackling palms toward my opponent, I lowered my gaze in clear rage. Then-

“SUCK COCKS IN HEELLLLLL!!!”

I showed her the most powerful ability I had.

In essence, it was nothing special. I was good at fireballs, so it was probably inevitable I would arrive at such an ability. It had no name. You simply pulled all your mana to your fingertips, and then, you threw a continuous beam of fireballs until you ran dry. It sounded weak – that was the point. And weakness wouldn’t be at forethought of an enemy’s mind once faced with a never-ending rain of pure, burning, pain. Its biggest flaw was that it only really worked best on a single enemy or a group that stood close together, but its purpose was to create an opening through a small enemy point, so it that figured.

Fireball after fireball came at the succubus, exploding violently, covering her form in smoke and fire. Huge sparks, like fireballs of their own, flew off the spot she stands or, more likely, stood at, but I could barely afford paying attention to it. Under my breath, I was rapid-fire whispering incantations, not missing a single syllable, not flubbing a single pronunciation. Whenever I thought to myself ‘that’s probably enough’, I would throw even more orbs of fiery death at the detestable monster. I wouldn’t- I couldn’t stop before her very being was to be burned out of this earth. I could barely feel my arms, nor could I hear my own thoughts over the explosions that threaded to blow my ears out. Still, I didn’t stop.

In a way, this was the manifestation of my hate for monsters and my drive to see their ilk’s rout. The whore before me would realize that never could her, or any of their kind have hold of me, before turning to ash. And I will smile over that filthy pile, content in the knowledge I am one step closer to honoring my sister’s memory.

“TAKE THIS! THIS IS THE BLOW…THAT’LL ERASE YOOUUUUU!!!”

Gathering what was truly the last of my mana into a final big fireball, I tossed that same way one would if it was it something disgusting. The result was another explosion, yet one that eclipsed all of the others in their murderousness. The expelling force blew through the grass. I covered my eyes at the sharpness of its light. An echo of that crashing sounded played as I fought for air. Pain, simple and pure, was coursing through me like it had replaced my vital fluids, and mental as well as physical exhaustion dominated my senses. Even so, it was a shadow of my overwhelming sense of accomplishment. Wearing a smile, I looked over at the smoking spot, and felt it falter once I was saw a figure inside that smoke. That figure had wings, horns, a tail and held a battered steel sword.

Stepping out from the smoke, her body became beholden to the light. Nary an obvious bruise, nor a burn mark stained her pearly complexion – the faint ones that were there didn’t detract from her beauty. She walked casually over to me, her breasts jiggling slightly in defiance of her tight bra, kindling some desire within my breast even at this logically inopportune time. “You’re actually pretty strong, despite what you think.” She said in her honey-like voice my unconscious mind wanted whispered into my ear even more, carelessly throwing my steel sword aside, the weapon breaking on impact.

“You’re also a very good teacher. Regardless of my long magical training, if not for your training and…hehe~…my love for you, I wouldn’t have survived. You see? I became this strong so I could match you, so you could partake of me looking at my face instead of just protecting me while I look at your back~. I’ve been a very, very good girl, patiently looking at my favorite treat before it was time to eat♡ So, I’m a little sad you can’t see Mille before you as anything but some impostor. But I’ll forgive you. As long as you come here…and feel how real I am♡”

A part of me wanted to accept it. To lean against her, to feel her tender warmth once more, to taste her delicious saliva again. But Vincent Bolwerk was an obstante man. So instead, I clenched my hand into a fist, then ran at her with a furious howl, winding up to make her teeth fly. She characteristically didn’t try to escape my aggressive action. She only made a faint smile. Then-

“Huop!”

“Ge-GAH!?”

In a second, I was lifted off the ground. My jaw rested on something as my arms and legs dangled ineffectually. I had barely comprehended what had even happened.

-Just before my fist made contact, she made some movement and…

I could not for the life of me remember what had happened. But when I shifted my eyeballs downward, I understood it wasn’t because I had no memory of the event- it was that my mind could scarcely comprehend it. The ‘something’ my jaw rested on was the succubus’s boot, the tip of an outstretched leg – a high kick of superb form, exactly the same as the one I taught Mille, except for where the enemy was to land. Then, the only thing that could’ve logically happened was that she countered my attack by sticking her boot under and up my jaw into the heavens on reaction. Such a scene was backlit by the sun, casting shadows that showed it was real. And as I looked down her leg, naturally would my gaze land on her undergarments, wet enough to fail their purpose.

“Hmhmhm~♡ Where are you looking, Mr.‘pious’? Naughty boy♡”

I tried to say something, but nothing except ‘I’ would come out. She just giggled at my blushing.

“I agree with you that men and women can sometimes just be friends. But that doesn’t mean that, sometimes, such friends can blossom into lovers. And that’s all there is to it with us. I, a woman, want you so bad that love juice is dripping down my thighs right now at the thought of joining with you. And you, a man, despite all your complaining, seemingly wants to join with me too♡ So, enough roughhousing. Let’s just get down and enjoy sweet, luscious sex♡”

After making such a declaration with a hard to dislike smile, she muttered something to herself and made a few gestures, before turning her body around while flinging mine down as its jaw was still stuck to her boot. Right before it hit the ground, everything turned black and it felt like I lost consciousness.

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-…There’s no light…

There was an utter lightlessness before my eyes. This wasn’t darkness, for that is the covered light. Spreading out, was there a black color no light would ever penetrate – where I couldn’t even see my body. Coupling this, a soft feeling enveloped me, pillowy and – I could feel my face redden at the thought – similar to the Mille-Succubus’s touch. It wasn’t unpleasant, but I was fearful of what nature this space could be. Adding to the total of the strange situation I was in; I faced some difficulty breathing. I then realized that I was probably lying face-down in something, turned to the side, and was proven right. But the bizarreness I felt didn’t dampen.

Once I let there be light, I was made aware exactly what it was I laid on: A bed. My bed-fuddlement over this came late – my brain wasn’t working in top order. Memories whirred around and around like the wind of a Sylph. I couldn’t for the life of me connect one to another – it was like trying to do a puzzle someone had hosed down. And then, with basically no build up, it all fit.

-Oh yeah…Mille…T-that succubus, she caught my attack with her high kick…then, she slammed me down, a, and…

There was a pounding in my head. Too weak to call a headache, but too strong to ignore. Something must’ve happened, but thinking was currently a hassle. Some part of me wanted to sleep it off right now, but that would be a very embarrassing defeat, so I preserved through the throbbing and observed.

Looking at the bed again, I saw it was about couple’s size. Dark-ish purple pillows and mattress contrasted a hanging-off-the-tail-end duvet of hot pink. Speaking of- said pillows were all heart-shaped, overlooked by a meticulously made heart carving in the headboard. It all looked – and was – very comfortable, and reminded me of my parent’s bed. After that, I looked at the celling and floor. Nothing to speak of there. It was some woodwork which shared the same color of the pillows and mattress, as if the designer gave up and decided to do what they’d already done to the bed. Next thing on the agenda were the walls. By happenstance, I landed upon a door, but my mind was barely registering it over the walls. If this body and soul of mine currently weren’t so muzzy, it would’ve been the first thing I’d noticed. They shone on in colors of purple, red, pink – the types usually associated with eroticism. They were like cloudy lights making up a vast expanse, but there were definite edges to this room. It wasn’t big in size; I just couldn’t see its corners. For the first time, I was made aware this was a supernatural space instead of merely an unnatural one.

“It’s a mix of a couple magic stones; do you like it?” The familiar voice by my ear and the hand lightly clasping my shoulder gave me an undignified start. The owner of that voice didn’t pay much attention to that jump, seemingly waiting for an answer. “It was a bit expensive. Creating this lightning, I-I mean.” It eventually went on unprompted, embarrassment – a thing I didn’t even realize monsters could have – creeping into its tone. “Is it garish? I’m sorry, I was sorta trial-and-erroring my way through things. It’s only proper etiquette for a succubus to have a room prepared beforehand, but that doesn’t mean we all know how to do it…”

“N-No…I…I, think it looks…alright?”

With great uncertainty, I said that. I meant it too; fear wasn’t my main motivator for trying to find an answer she’d like.

-…What the hell? Why did I say that?

I didn’t have to guess who was behind me. It was the succubus who I’d fought and lost to before I lost consciousness, that tempting sexpot baring the face of my best friend…So, why was she talking like a shy student asking her object of affections if he got her love letter? And why was I worriedly answering as if I wanted her to smile? My head still throbbed, making it hard for non-instinctual thought, but the throbbing had begun to feel pleasant, like slow palpitations of the heart – I wasn’t sure where the throbbing was anymore. Perhaps it was this aroma in the room – its sweet redolence giving birth to hallucinations that I was wandering through a strawberry field or a cake shop.

“Really…? Th-Thanks! Truth be told, I was getting a little dispirited because you were rejecting me so, so much, but I’m glad I didn’t mess anything up too much with you♪” The hand on my shoulder squeezed me harder and, with strength I imagined few could hope to resist, she threw me backside first onto the bed. Once that velvety surface curved around my numb and aching back, I saw her face. Mille’s face. Straddling my abdominal region with her pleasantly plump ass and hips, I looked into her red eyes filtered between the dunes of sand that was her long flowing hair. They were shaking. Shaking with amorous desire that kept swelling, impossible to keep contained, glowing a sinister bloody glow through shade.

“So, so very glad…♡”

She could barely keep her panting in check as she slowly licked her lips with her tongue, not even caring to stop her stray stands of saliva from dibbling onto my dress shirt. I could scarcely believe she acted like a shy maiden a second ago – her face had changed like how day changes to night, if there wasn’t any dusk in-between.

“Hehe, hehehe~♡ You’re so kind♡ I love you, Vince~♡!”

Her eyes narrowed like a petted dog’s might, her smile was wry with a lascivious note to it.

“Wh- “

I could say no more than that, because my mouth became plugged up with tongue. The kiss, while brief, carried an intensity that me unable to think of anything else aside from the sweetness in my mouth through its duration. She pulled back, but didn’t waste time ripping open my shirt, exposing my stomach to the air, as if it was wrapping around a birthday present – which, for all I knew, it might well be. Tracing the contours of my abdominal region – which didn’t have much in the way of abs but was flat and smooth – pleasure melted into my skin at her touch, coming out as small moans. These changed to loud, sudden moans quite unexpectedly when she’d begun licking and lightly nibbling on my nipples, the foreign sensation catching me – or perhaps biting me – completely by surprise. Still, however, I recognized I was in a sticky situation, as it were, and needed to get out.

“Ngh, where are, mgah~, we?! Wh, aah, at did, mmah, you do?!”

A useless question, perhaps, but I feel few could blame me for my thinking ability to be stunted while I’m not only in the hands of succubus, but am also feeling exhaustion set in whilst laying on a very comfortable bed. She agreed to an answer still, even while she rubbed her hands and wet, dripping crouch all over my chest.

“Oh, hmhm, that’s easy! We’re in my room, in Vorune♪”

“Excuse meEEE?!” I said, reacting to the electric shock of having my nipple bitten.

“As for the other one, well, I teleported us here! I said the incantation and voila! It was on reaction I did it, though, so it was a little messy – that was why you were out cold for six or so minutes. But I’m real-ly glad you came to♪”

“What, your room?! As in, Mille’s room?!?!” Did I yell, not content to let go of the first point. “What are you on about?! I’ve been in yo- her room, and it does not have these walls, or have this bed!”

“Oh, but I do.” Tones remaining lustful were briefly entered by the voice of someone semi-excitedly explaining how they beat the system as she caressed my cheek. “I just changed the covers, is all. The only reason the size feels different is because you didn’t notice it before. I had it enchanted by a monster mage with a charm spell – did you know those can be used to divert attention too? It would be quite troublesome if some noisy nobody were to spoil the fun to take place here before it could, wouldn’t it? Hmhmhm~♡ The magic gem, I just hid. As for the rest of the room…well, while the girls were busy making memories to last a life time, I moved my bookcase, closet etcetera, out the door and in front of it. So yes, you’re locked in♡”

The realization of the predicament I’d been thrown into didn’t show on my face, but I could feel it to a maximal extent inside. Contrasting this, she smiled an impish smile as if all she’d done was put a thumbtack on a chair she’d asked me to sit on. Thereafter, she leaned close to make our noses touch, myself extremely aware of her softer-than-the-bed breasts and thighs squishing against me.

“Hihi~♪ Ohhh I wonder how you’ll get out…♡” A finger traced my arm as her smooth belly rubbed mine, an expression of lichenous amusement upon her features. “Think of it like a game, alright…? Make me yours, and I’ll do whatever you want, even teleport you out…if you even wanted to at that point~♡ As for if you lose…hmhmhm~♡” Then, making a cute little grunt of exertion, she turned herself 180 degrees around, letting the weight of her soft yet firm rear settle on my face.

“Heh~ It’s game time!” Her voice was playful, but once my throbbing cock stood high up from my unbuckled trousers, it lost even that pretext, leaving behind naked carnal desire.

“Ahhh~♡ I can’t♡ I just can’t♡♡ How could anyone, with this monster right here, for six months♡♡”

*Sniff*

“Th-this smell♡♡ It’s like my brain is melting♡ More♡ Give me more of that delicious, stuffy smell♡♡ Stick it in my mouth, feed me your glorious nectar, so I can smell you all the time♡♡♡”

There was nothing I could say. Literally meaning so, because my mouth was inside her stuffy, velvety buttocks that made it hard to breathe or think. There was this smell, a fine yet vulgar fragrance which permeated my nose, penetrating my brain, making my thoughts go to rot. Even so I was inching my way up, inadvertently bringing her and me pleasure as I rubbed my face against her silky rear, because even if I was to fall with her, I would need air to do that.

“H-Here we go…♡”

Finally, my suffocation from her sweat-doused behind ended, myself released from its depths. Then, right as I got my breath, an electric shock suddenly assailed me and she arched her ass further my way, though thankfully leaving my nose free. Not as if I could focus on that gratefulness anyhow; my head had only space for the sudden, yet gentle pleasure coursing from my organ and into my veins. I could guess as much from the sensation; she was lapping at my erected penis’s head with her tongue like a cat to water. Not content to do this for long, she set her tongue at base, slithering it carefully upward against its length, savoring its taste and making me shudder.

“Sho good♡ This taste, sho luvbly♡♡”

I couldn’t see her face, but based on her tone’s slurred delight, the mental image of Mille’s face, eyes narrowed, panting with her hot, dripping lingua lolling debauchedly up her mouth, staring down my precum spilling rod with a mix of hunger and awe gave a red flush to my features. Not helping this were the buttocks of hers currently weighing down my face which, because of her excited partaking, jiggled back and forth, up and down in ways I could only describe as ‘tempting’, intentional or no.

“More…Need more of you♡ *Aumph*”

“He- MNGAH!”

She broke past her lips, enveloping my head in tingling moisture in such a way that made my toes curl and fingers, resting currently on her meaty, silky thighs grip them harder.

*Thrup* *Thrup* *Thrup*

“Mmph♡ Mmgh♡”

She thereafter began to lightly suck near the head, repletely moving her lips up before dragging them down in a daze. Her mouth was small, gripping me with a tightness that begged my throbbing cock to spew semen. Her tongue skillfully stroked around, occasionally flicking at my urethra or licking my glands. She’d lean her cheeks at uneven angles, and she’d vary how long down her wet warmth would go. All this made so I could never guess what the attack would be, never being able to build any resistance to the pleasure as a result.

-Kuh…gah! Why is…how, I-I nngh! Damn it, why’s it feel this good?!

It wasn’t just the tightness of her mouth around my member, nor the sloppy sounds reverberating around the room that reminded me ceaselessly of what I was doing, which brought me great pleasure. It was also the image in my mind’s eye; the face of Mille gobbling down my length earnestly, eyes screwing up in overwhelmed delight, her focus on nothing else except making my cock come. The image was obscene yet sent into my head a definite sweetness, like it was the culmination of lovers waiting years apart, so overjoyed to see each other, to feel each other, that they couldn’t help themselves anymore. Much to my steadily declining shame, my heart skipped a beat at this.

“Sllimp♡ Sllumph♡”

-Kuah…Shit…At this, ooh, rate I’ll become this, mmnagh, demon’s plaything!

But is that such a bad thing? My mind replied thusly. I knew there was a firm rebuttal for that, but the words suddenly wouldn’t form.

-You don’t have to deny it anymore. This girl is Mille. And she wants you. So completely that she wants to melt into your body and soul, mixing together so she will never leave her darling, nor will her pleasuring leave you. Do you not want this? Do you not want her?

“Geh…Damn…demon…….”

I was intending a shout, but it came instead out a weak murmur to even my own ears, distracted as I was. Distracted by her passionate sucking, her soft, wet and warm cheeks stroking my member, tongue lovingly licking it all. By her butt, jiggling its pearly, supple skin seductively before my face. By her smell, the sweat and pheromones tickling my nostrils with its powerful odor that still managed to be strawberry-sweet. I had to face facts: This was a monster’s – a succubus’s battlefield. And boy, was she good. Just I as was accepting defeat, a memory, foggy and hampered as it was, came floating up to the surface of the cranial sea.

-That’s right…’Make me yours’…If I…

Suddenly, just as though I’d been possessed, I tightened my grip on her rear, really sinking my fingers into their milky texture.

-If I do that…I can win…!

While they were fleshy yet firm mounds I wanted to play with, I, taken with a strange determination, moved my right hand off her ass, who jiggled shortly before settling. Fiercely, like I hated them, I tore her panties to the side. Love juice had been trickling down her tights for quite a while now, staining my neckline and the bed. A few more tightly congealed drops spilled out once I’d exposed its architect to the air.

There it was: Her vulva. The labia minora was peeking out of her fleshy larger folds, looking exceptionally tasty. It was quivering very much, like a socially anxious lady fidgeting in glad embarrassment at being showered in compliments. It was like so because it, along with her heart, greedily knew what it wanted. I just stared at it for a while, spellbound. The succubus noticed too, slowing down, but not stopping, to ask.

“Waht, thlurp, ish it? Mmph, are you…?”

Whatever else she was to say instead became a high-pitched yelp, because I was dragging my tongue over her honey pot. This was my counterattack. I lapped at her passage diligently, tracing the lips with the greatest care. It tasted heavenly, like a well of ambrosia. Every time my tastebuds met her pink slit, a fulfillment unlike anything else washes over me.

-More…I need more!

Thinking so, I speed up my movements, no longer satisfied with my intake now that its grand flavor has its hooks in me. Slobbering sounds can be heard, emblematic of my intense, single-minded desire to flood her walls in my spit, making her mine through force! I was enjoying her sweet and sour taste. I was enjoying rolling my tongue around her naughty flesh, sucking and licking at her slit. It would seem Mille enjoyed it also, because she bucking her hips, lovingly pushing her pretty rear further into my face, shaking it alluringly. She was, for lack of a better descriptor, fucking my face.

“Yes, yes♡ Eat, aahh♡, my pussy♡ You’re doing so good♡♡ Yes, mmm♡ right there…”

Her voice does not escape me, so overflowing with desire that I can practically see the hearts flutter from out of her body. So entranced was the succubus that she’d stopped to look back at me. Hot breath escaping her in pants as she touched a finger to her lip, I saw her wine-red gems look at me, animate with desire. I responded to her longing by spreading up her lips and giving a nice, long lick.

“NNGGAHH~!!! Good boy, good boy♡ You’re- YAAHNN! Y-You’re, hitting my, sweetest, spot♡♡!! More! Harder!”

I increase my intensity, eating her honey-spewing passage like she’ll disappear if don’t. There’s no hesitation in my bones- I will win. That, is now certain! But I’m not just slurping at her slit, I’m playing with her bottom, kneading her voluptuous twin mounds in circles, squeezing them without restraint. I know this adds to her pleasure, makes her go wild. I make sure it is so as I really stick my tongue past her pink lips and drill it around in there, making sure to flick at her clitoral hood now and then as this is what really makes her moan, arching her back in pleasure sometimes even!

-Just a little more…and you’re mine…

Yes, a little more, and she’ll be putty in my hands. She’d live to serve my every need. I’d come up behind, and one smack on her behind, rubbing it, squeezing it, would be all it takes to make her tremble in delight, make her eyes wet with her need. And moving down, one hand crawling into her panty, two fingers thrusting up into her passage would shake her knees, forcing her to kneel, like an obedient puppygirl. Then, I could rub my curved cock against her face, and she’d hungerly stare at it, and-

-Wait…Something’s…wrong….Wasn’t there a…reason I…did this…?

But my fevered brain couldn’t recall any. All it knew was that there must be something. And, the succubus then flashed an impish smile.

“Hehehe~♡ Thanks for making me, haah, feel you so, so much♡ But♪ You♪ Are♪ Naïve♪ If you think I’m going to be your captive! Take this~♡”

Her soft, warm mouth constricted once more around my member, rocking her head back and forth as she rolled her tongue around and around it, making sure to keep it sloppy. But she didn’t stop there, no. While she sucked, her right hand nimbly gripped around the part of my length her lips hadn’t touched, stroking up and down rapidly. These different pleasures focused near the same place made my body feel tremors, stealing any words I may’ve had.

*Sllurp* *Thlup* *Thllurp*

*Slick* *Slick* *Slick*

The indecent sounds, symbolic of her licentious greed, resounded all around the room as if rejoicing in the Succubus’s wantonness. The pleasure, feeling as if it would melt my pelvic bones, made me relent my cunnilingual assault, instead gritting my teeth in both an attempt to keep focused and to keep myself from orgasming.

-Had she been holding back, or something?

I quickly realized, however, that it didn’t matter. I still wasn’t going to lose this. Jamming two fingers inside her slit, I tried withstanding the tingling bliss and called out to her.

“Yeah, as if! Some girl who trembles at the technique of an Order virgin sure is going to keep me captive!”

The Succubus took off her mouth – not her hand, though – from my organ, looking back at me with a face that screamed ‘Oh, really?’.

“Yes, very correct! Your technique is pretty sub-par – I just like it because it’s you♡ You’re lucky you got me here to educate you♡”

“What, educate me in finding the strangest places to approach a loved one? There’s no way you intended it to be out on some random grass field, with me out of breath and heated from escaping an assault! What, did you inherit Mille’s clumsiness?”

“W-Well…Says the guy who still folded like paper in my hands! Mille’s body is too erotic for you, hmmm~? Yet, you still act like a goody two-shoes, even though you want it! How wishy-washy! Weren’t you hoping I’d make the choice for you♡?”

“I-I…Well, those are big words for a monster like you. If you were here for six months, couldn’t you just have jumped my bones the second I came into sight? You’re supposed to be wanton, right? Or were you waiting for me instead? How cute – like- “I adopted a voice of faux sophistication “- Liketh a yearning maiden up in h'r toweth'r, awaiting the day the lady is whisk'd hence by h'r fair prince charming! Sweet is thy soul! You should be glad I’m exactly the wishy-washy type who falls for that thing!”

“Re-really? I mean…”

“W-Wait! Don’t act like…”

Our faces were crimson and shy, a strange, inexplicable silence overtaking the atmosphere as we locked eyes. The silence stretched out to infinity – or maybe it just felt that way – before something entered it. It was a small giggle, that soon escalated into a laugh. Not a laugh that would make someone’s penis twitch – no, just a ‘regular’ laugh because they found something funny. My features were a question mark.

“Ha, ahahaha, hahahAHAH!! Your, hehehaha, y-your face, it’s like, hehehe, your green hair makes you look like a tomato, when-when your face is red- it’s, ahahahahAHAHA!”

To be honest, I wasn’t actually sure what was so funny. Her laugh was perhaps unjustly loud, and its tone reminded me of a goblin’s voice. Still, she looked like she was enjoying herself, so I didn’t really mind. And then, like her, I began laughing.

“Hehe, man, a Succubus with, heheha, a shy face? W-Wow, hehehahahA! Wow, I’ve really seen it all now! Hehhhaaha, what’s next, are you go- heheHAhaheh – are you, hmmhahaHAH, are you going to start wearing sixteen overcoats and promote cha- heheheHA!”

I was mainly stuck on the mental image of Mille with so many overcoats, rolling down the street like some oversized rubber ball with limbs and a head.

-Man, I must have a terrible sense of humor.

But Mille seemed to have it too, so I guess it was fine.

We continued laughing for a little while longer at the dumb ideas in our minds. A warm feeling, not that of pleasure but similar, swelled within my breast. It was just like we used to. We’d tease each other and, in the next moment, we’d be laughing at something dumb like the idea of a band of musicians who wanted to be firefighters, so they tried to stop flames by intensely playing folk music. It was stupid, but we still loved doing it. I guess because we were with the other.

We sighed at the same time, shaking out head with wry smiles, enjoying the afterglow of our silly act. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, our stare became intense, two voices overlapping.

““I won’t lose!””

My grip on her velvety buttocks tightened, myself pulling her lewd opening to lick at it like ice-cream that would melt in the sun were I to wait even seconds longer. I made sure to lash at her pink nub whilst I rolled around my tongue, inserting it inside to wriggle it around, heedless of my saliva being thrown all over as her precious place delivered unto me its sweet and sour taste. She continued to push her behind in my face, and I could hear her moan even as her mouth was stuffed full of my cock.

Speaking of, Mil- the Succubus had also begun her attack. Using what she would probably refer to as a ‘mouth-pussy, she constricted her fluffy lips to my organ, sucking with every intention of wringing out my semen, pushing her gigantic flesh spheres onto my sensitive area by consequence of leaning so hard into me. Just like before, she was gripping the lower end of my towering tool, jerking up and down in such a way that made me thrust my hips up, unconsciously seeking out more pleasure.

It would only be a matter before one of us came. Succubus or no, the number of things we’d done to our bodies would eventually reach bursting point. If anything, it was impressive that I, a human to the marrow of my bones, hadn’t yet shot my cum out like a rapid-fire crossbow.

I could feel her body tremble like she was a land ravaged by earthquakes. I didn’t let that escape me. Seizing my chance, I poured more strength into the movement of my tongue even through the elating feeling of near-orgasm – like water coursing down to a singular point – was assaulting me also. Her trembling pink lips looked like they could take no more, so I dragged my tongue upward into one big lick, making sure to end it with a flick of the clitoral hood, and-

A spray of obscene liquid flooded my face – an act truly worth of its name of ‘squirting’. I needed to remove my mouth off her gushing muff, as I was fearing I’d begin to choke on it. Even so, a rapt joy and nothing else was permeating my mind, like a pink mist.

-I…I just made…her…cum…

It was almost bestial, that joy. No, it was bestial. It was the joy of I driving my mate wild like an animal in heat and bringing her to orgasm by my own power. It was a simple happiness, but it was powerful.

-I…I made her cum…I made her cum…I made her cum!

I repeated the phrase to myself, relishing in the reality of it.

-I…I made Mille cum!!

The smile I was wearing would surely be scary for a follower of the Order to see. But it wouldn’t be to a monster. All it would be was a sign of how much they’d pleased their darling.

-But wait…why did I-

The thought would never be finished, because suddenly I was made acutely aware of a tugging sensation. Mille was still diligently sucking me off, despite most likely being washed in the rapture of a pleasurable interior spasm. With my race having finished before her, that left only my upcoming orgasm to focus on. Like a geyser, heated water coursed through underground veins, coming closer and closer to eruption with every shake of her hand, or every sip of her damp mouth.

*Slick* *Slick* *Slick*

Closer…

*Thlurp* *Sllirp* Slurrp*

Closer.

*Mmgph♡* *Hhnngh♡* *Mwaah♡*

Closer!

“Nooo-pe♪”

“H-Huh?!”

Suddenly, it all ceased. Whiplash from the sudden end of the intense pleasure I’d become used to left my mind blank enough that I didn’t notice the binding force around my cock. There was something missing, that was all I could focus on. Seemingly heedless of the sudden loneliness, Mille casually lifted herself, panty-less and dripping erotic liquid, off from my body like she was just waking up. Then, turned around, sitting in what would be called Seiza-style in Zinpangu with her hands at her thighs, sticking out her chest in a way that made me aware of the heart-shaped hole in the center. My penis, shackled as it was, throbbed painfully, making me wince as consequence. I could feel its beat, like a second heart, and it was torture. Mille simply smiled as I considered if it was worth begging for release, and spoke.

“I could always feel your hot gaze on my breasts, y’know~? You stared at them so much, just like with my rear♡ Always looked like you wanted to reach out and touch them♡ And you know, even back then, I wouldn’t have minded♡ It was real-ly painful – even just handshaking with you after six months was enough to make me want you, then and there~♡ Being touched by you, and having you make me cum instead of the other way around…The happiness I feel right now is beyond words. So, don’t mistake this magic seal right here for me being mean, no, it’s a reward~♡ For your lovely little show back there, you can stick it right~♡ Here~♡”

She tapped at her heart opening in the bra. I gulped. After giggling, she went into a seductive whisper.

“C’mon♡ Stick right in♡ Deep and hard inside my chest-pussy♡ Ravish me~♡ Spray alllll of your white stuff here~♡ Fill me with your desire♡ …Vince♡”

“M-Mille!”

“Kyaaaa♡!”

I reacted on instinct, trusting it in like it was a hated enemy. Immediately, I was seized by a rush of shuddering pleasure as her twin mounds covered my tool from tip to base from the front with the unreal size of her bosom.

-But does ‘realism’ even apply to inherently magical beings like monsters…

…Thought some far-off corner of my mind while the rest of it was gritting its preverbal teeth with the painful near-edge feeling and knowledge of the fact that if I wasn’t literally made unable to, I’d be dumping my baby batter into her chest en masse. The silken texture enveloped in my length like an affectionate, if smothering, hug, a tingling feeling I’d never experienced before making me yelp, virgin as I was. The feeling of my penis snugly fitting in there was quite cushy, and after a while, comfortable clammy. It was very different from the feeling of her mouth, I’d noticed.

For a while, we just sat there. Myself needing a moments time to get a grip on the mind-scrambling pleasure simply having my organ between her voluptuous teats brough, she smiling patiently, trembling subtilty at what I presumed being the pleasure of me simply being so close to her.

“…I-I’m going to…move…Okay?” It wheezed out of me in a way many would call ‘unmanly’ – not as if those types wouldn’t also tremble like this.

“It’s fine, take it at your pace.” Mille replied kindly, facing me with a serene smile and quiet eyes that couldn’t quite hide the lust. “I will release the seal whenever I feel most appropriate, but you don’t have to worry about that, just feel good♡”

I must’ve shown a conflicted face right there, because Mille suddenly spoke as if replying to unspoken thoughts.

“Don’t worry about going too far, or not doing it right~. If it’s you…I know I’ll love it♡”

-…Damn it…if you show me such a bright smile…and speak with such sincerity…I-

I began thrusting in earnest. In and out, her teats jiggling delightfully with a satisfying smack every time my hips crashed against them. Soft flesh stroked my cock with every move, bringing it pleasure at the slightest touch like it had become one giant erogenous zone. There wasn’t much technique to what I did. I was simply doing what I did because it was all I could imagine doing. Pulling it out to let it breathe, then sticking it back in to make it remember the softness of chest. My hands hanging down my sides because I wasn’t sure what to do with them.

I was somewhat aware of what this activity, called ‘titjob’ if I remembered right, entailed after seeing it in the erotic scrolls that I h- didn’t have, because the Order forbade things like that, and they were usually removed from my room after getting them anyway. And whenever I saw- didn’t see this depicted, I always thought it was a bit of a selfish act, that the man got all the pleasure while the woman did all the work. But Mille’s expression was one of rapture. She was clearly getting off, pushing her chest around my spearing member together after a little while, as if she wanted to feel more. Could she feel this heat like I did?

-Well…she is a monster.

The though hit me like a brick of realization. Normal humans would, in a titjob, have to give and take. But a monster…A monster and human could both give, and didn’t need to take. A monster’s body could love their darling the same measures their darling could love them.

“Here, here~♪ Right there~♡”

The slapping of flesh against flesh resounded in a steady rhythm, a pleasure that felt unbearably hot coursing through my body. I was hypnotically moving my hips back and forth, feeling my length being squeezed by the silken skin inside that heart hole.

-Damnit…why’s she not letting me cum?!

The desire for release, the desire to feel that rush, where everything concentrates at a singular point, wherein all though floods out, your body left with numbness like all of your skin had become sensitive…Being subject to the rising anticipation with no end in sight was beginning to make me desperate, I must confess.

I looked down at Mille. There was no trace of serenity like before. Her mouth and upturned eyes were quivering in arousal, panting as she showed a face of rapture that indicated she could barely hold back too. Her fat teats wobbled delightfully even though her brown bra as my hips smacked against them. There was a strange emphasis on her bust with the form-filling bra that didn’t reveal the nipples. By forming around them, but leaving a spot of cover, attention was brought to the pink nobs, which consequently invited the imagination. It became lewder than baring them to the open air. Still though, as I was rapidly being overtaken by single-minded lust that left little to focus on except the splendid woman before me, the desire to see them free was without doubt there. Then, Mille started to shake her head, thereafter speaking in a panting, slurring voice as if her jaw was numb from Novocain.

“I can’t~♡ I just can’t~♡♡ Thish dizzing smell♡ Thish heat♡ Sho good♡ Sho goooddd~♡♡”

She showed me a face screwed up with pleasure, which made my heart skip a beat. And then, while she still pressed her breast together. Her bra disappeared like it was burned up, freeing her flesh orbs and hard nipples for me to see. They looked ripe and tasty, like a fruit glistening in the sun. And before I knew it, Mille’s gloved fingers roughly pinched them, tweaking them as she slowly pulled her twin mounds ahead, suddenly letting go as they bounced back, drooling as she obscenely moaned.

“Faster~♡ AH~, yes, Harrderrr~♡ Just a- MMWWAAH~♡ J-Just a, hah, little bit longer~♡ Vince~♡ Vince~♡”

I responded to her plea and intensified my thrusting. While doing so, she played with her nipples and bosom. She kneaded them, pulled them as if milking herself, eventually simply slithering her hand down to her sopping cunt to pump two fingers in and out as I continued to ravage her teats. She was seemingly doing it to arouse me, her pleased moans swelling me a bestial hunger that I couldn’t feel a celling to. And just when I felt that I could take no more, for a split second, there was the feeling of something released at my cock, and a command.

“Cum~♡”

I didn’t remember the next thirty seconds. My mind blanked, muted in pleasure like it was covered in a thick blanket. But I remember my spine tingling, and my hips pulling themselves forwards of their own accord, and how good it felt, grunting along with a female howl.

When I could focus beyond the mental white clouds, the first thing I saw was a white substance, leaking out between an enclosed pit. I then realized it was my wad dripping out from the gap between Mille’s huge udders. She was desperately running her fingers around and inside her chest, licking up my virility like it was the first-rate treat of a master chef. It stained her pretty sand-like hair, but her flushed face, reminding me of a drunk person, cared not to notice.

“Vince~ It’s your love~♡ It’s how much you love me~♡ So tasty~♡♡”

Mille eating my semen like a dog made me gulp. It might have to do with being a Succubus, but I wondered how her every gesture could carry such loveliness within them all. So too wondered I if her devilish body was also the reason I shot out so much – I was well accustomed with how much I came. Or perhaps, the reason was simply that it was her.

While my mind could afford to ruminate on such matters, my body had barely any energy to expended. I couldn’t move a muscle, and so I fell down, landing on the bed that I forgot was even here. I welcomed sleep…or, I thought I did, but it would seem the rest of me wouldn’t agree. I became aware of that much once my head hit the pillow, and I couldn’t close my eyes because the throbbing in my cock kept me awake. Blunt confusion showed in my features – it should have gone down, that’s only logical.

“Hm~♪ Well, well, well…Seems your monster’s still eager for more~♡” Mille, who’d sucked in all of my essence I’d spilled onto her body, gave a mischievous smile at my pulsing rod. The sight of her breast gently swaying with her movement, tongue licking her lips, obscene fluids dripping from her honey pot all brough a notable spike in my member’s beating, which, in turn, caused the Succubus to smile wider. Despite my arousal, a certain nervousness crept into the crevasses of my mind.

-Are…Are we going to…!?

Reacting like that was ridiculous, considering all the ways we despoiled our bodies only moments before. But I suppose I, despite my accept of being an eternal virgin, on some level wanted to offer myself to a partner. Was I worried about doing it properly? About not being able to satisfy her? I laughed self-derisively at that one. She’d told me I shouldn’t worry about, but I guess it’s pretty human to worry yourself even once faced with facts telling otherwise. At the core of it, however, I was excited. So, I looked back at Mille. But now she seemed nervous.

“Are..Are you alright?”

No answer. She simply sat at the edge of the bed; a red tinge visible even while she didn’t look at me. Then, she spoke.

“L-Let me clarify that, uhhhh, t-that the following I’m going to say a-are, are things that I didn’t want to do…!”

She spoke really fast and with an anxious tone, like I would hit her if she took too long.

“So…So! Umm, I’ve, umm, been…stalking you….for a long time…umm…”

“What?”

“I didn’t want to!”

I could see her face now, as she turned to face me. The almost afraid expression she held made me ashamed at the surprised tone of my reply.

“I’m a monster, for goddesses’ sake! It’s really hard to keep myself under control, I’m sorry! I mean, I-I was, I could’ve just…You know, I should’ve…well, but it w-was hard, and, and…”

She went silent again. Undeniably, seeing the sexy Succubus who usually swung her hips like a harlot and partook of my body without shame fluster like that was cute, but I was beginning to get worried. Just before I could open my mouth to speak, though, she quickly opened hers instead.

“I-I’d been holding myself back for a long time, u-understand?! I only ate essence supplements since that day – which taste awful – and whatever that was inside your tissues since six months ago. But you were there. Your scent, your touch, your body, your smile – all of you was there! There was only so much I could lick from your tissues…o-or how many times I masturbated while huffing your clothes, imagining my fingers were your cock…or how many times I could suck your cock while you slept, before I broke…”

She was really red now. So was I – overwhelmed that Mille had always desired me this much while I realized all the signs pointing me to this with an ‘Oh.’ But my rapid flashbacks to all the hints still played second fiddle in focus to listening for what Mille said, as now she was summoning mental strength for some important revelation. I sharped my ears as she, very quietly, revealed.

“So………So…S-So, one night, I snuck into your bedroom…A-And broke my…virtue…”

-…Huh?

She looked on the verge of tears, but I didn’t understand why.

“Y-You’re not a virgin?”

“I’m sorry, Vince.” She said, taking my surprise as scornful. “I couldn’t wait. I just couldn’t wait. The first time is so important, yet I squandered it. I couldn’t work up the courage, so I made you uncomfortable by stalking, and then I took your virginity away while you couldn’t see…!” I think she was actually crying now, but I wasn’t sure. “I’m a disgrace to Succubus-kind!”

Despite my being tired…no, I wasn’t tired now after hearing her out, but if I was, then I still knew I need to move fast, so I spoke without delay.

“I have a question, Mille.”

Her face gladdened subtilty and shorty at being addressed by ‘Mille’ as she faced me.

“Yes?”

“How’d you make it so I didn’t notice? You having sex with me in bed, I mean.”

Silence. But it was silence where confusion took hold instead of shame, which was better.

“…Huh?” “You heard me.” Said I, making sure I looked serious while doing so.

“Oh! Uh, ummm, s-sleeping spells – the ones I also use while I take your member down my throat, then I changed your bedsheets after I was done.”

“Wow. You’d think at an Order encampment they’d feel some traces of mana or sounds or something, but I guess you’d done it real subtle-like, huh? That’s impressive – you should feel proud of yourself.”

Familiar silence returned, but thankfully short time passed before, face a mixture of confusion and nervousness with a slight tinge of hope, Mille asked.

“Are you…not mad?”

“Maybe I would’ve been a few moments ago. But now? I’m thinking ‘she’s a succubus, you’d really except anything else?’”

She still looked confused, so I tried again.

“Alright, think of it like this: You took my physical virginity, but now you get to take my mental virginity. I’ll squeal the same when your vagina squeezes me, so, nothing’s really lost, is it? You said it yourself, right? Unlike humans, monsters don’t really care much for complicated stuff. So, don’t worry about it and- “I pointed at my penis “-please yourself.”

She was gradually moving closer, but she still looked nervous.

“Are you really alright with it, Vince? I know that my kind tailor for every man’s personal taste, and we’re supposed to be high-order sex fiends…But, there’s a million other monsters out there, a-and a million other succubi out there, even! I’m just an idiot…some shameful fool, who can’t follow proper succubus etiquette, who couldn’t even stay true to her instincts, who fumbles and botches everything she does……Are you really okay with all that? Are you really okay…with a virtueless woman like me?”

“The stalking thing I’m not pleased with, to be honest. But you’ve more than made up for it for the six months we spent together. With or without virtue, I don’t care, because it's you. If my bones weren’t tried right now, I’d ravage you myself!”

That was a lie, the last part. I’d be too scared. But it didn’t matter, because Mille finally smiled.

“Vince…”

This is the first time I think I’ve consoled Mille instead of vice versa, so I’m happy I succeeded.

“Vince!”

She was creeping closer, her fine breasts swaying. I’d also noticed she’d started to pant.

“Hah…hah…Vince~♡”

The slosh of love juice hitting sheets was heard. Her crawling and vaguely scary eyes, like an animal on the prowl, made me aware of what was going to happen.

“Vince~♡♡”

I had scarcely a moment to react before the full force of her, surprisingly, light weight met my body. A hot tongue was thereafter shoved into my oral cavity with unrestrained force. It wasn’t unpleasant – it simply caught me off guard.

“*thlurp* Vinsh~♡ *thlick* Vinnnsshh~♡♡”

I looked into her narrowed wine-red eyes. There was pleasure, desperation, romantic affection, hope and attraction all at the same time. Her body heat flows through me and into my head. While she slathered my mouth in her arousing drivel, her hips worked as if possessed, gilding my length up and down between her buttock flesh, covering it in love juice, myself feeling the shape of her rosebud.

Mille looked at my stunned face, a line of drool between us. I was also noticing her wings were flapping and her tail was swishing – probably in happiness.

“I can’t hold it in anymore~♡ Ever since you said that, my womb’s been tightening up in happiness~♡ You’ll be fine with this, right? Right?”

She wasn’t practically pleading with me at this point. She was literally pleading. Denying her this, especially since I wanted it too, would probably be cruel.

-She’s a monster…So it’ll be fine…

Biting down my nervousness, I gave silent approval. At this, Mille broke into one of her radiant smiles, contrasting her tail lining up my penis to her oozing snatch, herself shaking with barely contained excitement.

Her hips, raised high, waited above my rod. Slowly, she lowered them. I could see her moist pedals squirming, almost as if they were impatiently reaching out to meet their missing piece. And then, genteelly almost, her slit landed on the head of my cock with a small, lovely squelch.

“Ngh…!”

I screwed up my face, gritting my teeth and grasping my hands harder around the bed sheet. An electric jolt coursed through my body at the simple feel of her lips touching me. I could scarcely even imagine what pleasure would else follow with this as the hors d’oeuvre. In a minute or two, I wouldn’t even have to imagine. Even so, it would seem Mille’s vulva had some small difficulty accepting the entry of my bestial meat spear. So, seemingly to ease it in, she cutely balled up her fists in concentration, steadily wiggling her hips and slit over my head, making her breasts sway and spreading out a delicious tingle. I realized – with some difficulty due to my brain wanting more to focus on the pleasure – that her reproductive organs probably didn’t have any trouble fitting and she was simply doing this to further entice me, to make me look at her further. Certainly, it was working.

“H-Here goes…! Are you ready? One, two, and a one two-“

She plunged down to base right when I didn’t expect, the full length of her fleshy vagina enveloping my manhood in unpredictable pleasure, a tightness that made me surprised I hadn’t orgasmed yet. A male and female cry of passion sounding in concert, Mille couldn’t help throwing her head back upon sliding down to make my head meet her womb, and my eyes widened of their own accord as I lost my bearing for a split second.

“Hmhmhmhm~♡ Are you hanging in there? It’s just so fun to tease you~♪” Her voice was a whisper, because she’d leaned her mouth up to my ear. “You enjoyed that too, right…? Hmhm, I know you did~♡ And don’t worry, it’ll aaaalllllll feel better~♡”

-Better than that…?!

…I almost though that, but my thoughts abruptly shifted once the pleasure of her lifting up her hips to then slam her weight down upon my manhood washed over, like a wave I’d let myself drift on. Using her wings for support and hands planted, she shook her hips on my cock, her inner folds gripping me with a tightness that communicated their unwillingness to let me go.

“Hah, haaah, mwwwaaahhhhh!!”

Obscene moans flooded out of Mille. Her face twisted up in pleasure, tongue lolling out of the mouth as drool slipped out. The squelching sounds of her vagina clamping down on my member reached my ears. It was the picture of lust, and she was still being relatively slow. She must’ve, like, came five times or something simply from these moments alone.

Beyond what I could just see, the heat in my loins was shared with Mille’s inner passage, and the pleasure of the warm hug her walls did around my member far surpassed what came before it. Her movements weren’t always even – sometimes she rubbed across my sensitive flesh in at a slightly different angle, or sometimes, she’d touch base with my pelvic region, spinning her hips around, raising sweet cries probably from having her womb’s entrance poked. It was hard to focus on much else, even more so when it came from so many angles, and this was without factoring in speed…Yes, it was impossible to resist her sweetness, or the affectionate vulva which told it never wanted to part from me. I felt stupid at ever having tried to go against her simple and pure love.

“Vinnncceeee~ Loook at meeeee~”

A coquettish coo hazelly crawled out her mouth. I was looking up at the celling due to some difficulty at handling the pleasure assailing me. And, turned on as I was by her, I obeyed.

“Thish…This is all for yoouuu~♡ I would never, ahhAAHah~, be this shameful…or offer this much…to, auuhh~, t-to anyone else~!! Ravish me whenever you want, then I’ll do the same to you when you’re tired! There doesn’t, nnngaaamma! There doesn’t need to be anything else! It’s life just for us two! So, look at me, bury yourself in me, it’s all for you, it’s all for you~♡♡”

Her weight landed and lifted continuously from my pole, sending shivers through my spine and seemed just on the precipice of being overstimulated. The sloppy sounds of her vulva were reminding me of what we were doing even through the fog in my head. A vulgar aroma of sweat and sexual fluids tickled my noise. Everywhere, I was faced the reality that Mille, a succubus, was having sex with me, and I was drunk on that knowledge. It was impressive that I hadn’t came yet, but it was possible Mille applied magic to hold it on so to savor the moment longer. I couldn’t blame her, really. I wouldn’t have blamed her once I saw her face anyway. In a word, besides the obvious, it was content.

Her speed was gradually increasing. With it, the pleasure intensified. Despite looking like she was losing herself in it, I could tell that she was still working on pleasing it without distraction. Whether through instinct or skill this was done, I wasn’t sure. And in the face of her gripping walls sending me a pleasant numbness as she moved up and down it, her breasts swaying enticingly at the whim of her movements, I also didn’t care much.

The sudden jolts of old were no more. Now, a new dawn of steady pleasure – not consistent in intensity or gentleness, but because it continued without pause – was spreading through my body as if turning it to mush. She grabs onto my leg to pump down on me from the side, licking my foot with her wet tongue which tickled and served to accent the pleasure. Her serving of me – I could think of it as little else – was so earnest in its straight-mindedness that a warm surge couldn’t be contained within my breast. I then promptly exhaled a high-pitched moan once Mille started to, whilst no longer clinging to my leg, move her hips back and forth, in addition to moving them up and down in a way only a monster could. It was becoming unbearable. I could feel the climax incoming, but no idea of when it would make itself know. A journey wherein you know the length of your trek is much less arduous than the same journey but you’ve no idea to the faintest of when it’s over.

“Awwww~♡ Poor boy, all pent up like that~ But don’t you worry, it’ll feel real-ly good in a sec~♡”

She spoke with a gentle tone, like a mother to a crying child, which was immediately contrasted via Mille grinding her hips into circular motions as licked her lips. It was likely that she could similarly not take the absence of semen in her womb for much longer, because her cunt abruptly clamped down on my organ, stroking it over and over as if it were a separate organism hellbent on wringing out every last ounce of my essence. And based on the pleasure it had thus provided, I fully believed it could.

Her pleasurable assault continued. Her walls, stroking me with great intensity, repeatedly guiding me to the door of her womb, which I swore gently kissed the tip every time. She stopped doing her sideways thing, going back to cowgirl; the quintessential position for them of the succubic persuasion. Pressing her palms to my chest, she slammed her hips down onto the pole with great fervor, the smacking noise of her buttocks hitting my thighs giving birth to the hallucination that I was spanking her, Mille delightfully moaning and squirming at being a ‘bad girl’ receiving her ‘punishment’. A rush of pleasure and excitement rushed through me at this mental image, then disappointment at my own exhaustion preventing from participating in this to any great degree. Yet, seeing her twist and turn wildly before me, aching her back as we moaned in concerto – seeing her enjoying me ever so much…All that was good enough for me, but what she said next brought awareness to something else.

“Does it, ahaah, feel good~? You’re in so deep~♡ And your incubization is going so well~”

“H…uh?”

The puzzlement at her words was brief – the pieces, all scattered, connected together in a second. Turning it around, to see it from the other angle, perhaps it wasn’t that the pleasure had become steady, I had adapted to it. It was true – my exhaustion was still there, but it was much lesser since I let her take reign. Confidence, and a little happiness, could I feel welling with in my chest like my stomach was filled with butterf- no, with firebirds, rousing in me a desire to give back. Following this desire, I, admittedly rather sluggishly, trust my hips upwards, creating a sort of ‘hhyuuunnn’ noise from out of Mille’s throat. It was a cute noise, and made better by the fact that I was the one to make her say it. But before I could do more, Mille, face filled with nothing but rapt thrill, eyes wide in excitement, pushed me down with one hand.

“OooOOOkkaay, hah, d-d-don’t worry about it~♡ I love t-that you want it too, but you’re still green.”

Her strength was surprising, reminding me of a memory. Sometime when we first met, to gauge her strength, I asked her to throw her best straight punch at my unarmored chest. I felt nothing while she waved her hand in pain. Her technique and strength had come such a long since then – sincere pride welled up in me over this. Her hips still going up and down on my dick while her tits bounced rhythmically distracted me from feeling it any more than a bit, though.

“Just wait~! J-Just wait a little more~!! Rest and I’ll let you pound my little pussy deep later, but now…!”

So said she, voice overflowing with ecstasy as her tongue stuck out of her mouth – for lack of a better word – whorishly. She was really speeding up now, seeming trying to pound her vagina into a shape best fitting for my member, myself gasping at the sudden, intense pleasure assaulting me.

*PLAP* PLAP* PLAP*

Those lewd sounds didn’t escape me – as obvious as Mille’s fold’s tightness, similar to a vice, they both brought me closer and closer to climax. So too did her indecently ebbing and flowing cream puffs. My gaze was stiff on those delicious boobs and the pink nubs bouncing along with them, like a dog affixes its eyes at thrown stick. Mille most likely noticed as much too, as she suddenly bended down before my face with mischievous eyes, caressing my cheek.

“Hmhmhmhm~♡ Oh~? You were staring so intently…Do you love my tits…?”

“Aaaaa,uhhhh….”

Even with all we’ve done, I still blushed.

“Hah…HaaaAAAHH~♡♡ You’re so cute, Vince~♡ Here, here! You don’t have to hold back for my sake, enjoy~!”

“Mil- MMUGPH?!”

With the speed of lightning, a sweet, pillowy sensation surrounded my face, making it hard to breathe. Also, the stuffy yet pleasant aroma of sweat tickled my nose. It didn’t take a sage’s mind to hatch a conclusion that she’d pushed her breasts in my face. All the better for it, personally speaking. Once the initial shock had fell, I smiled at her offering. I smiled at her rubbing all over my face, and unconsciously moved my hands.

“Mille…?” “

Hm?”

“I know you said wait…I’m sorry, but I can’t help myself anymore…!”

Saying so, I grasped her breasts with lichenous intention. She gave a joyful cry in response, and her walls re-squeezed.

I was completely entranced by them. I kneaded them. I sucked on them. I pinched the nipples and twisted them, rolled them around. For some reason, a strange familiarity along with anxiety lowly rumbled in the back of my mind at these actions, but it was drowned near instantly by the pleasure brought along by the fact her vagina squeezed once more at every one of these actions. I let myself be washed by that pleasure. I was realizing that my mind barely comprehended what surrounded me, and also, I was realizing that I didn’t care. Right before me was Mille, that treat I’d denied myself so long, showing she adored me as much as I did while showering love unto my body like she was rain over the drought-filled village I was.

-Is this…what being a monster…is like…?

I had little time to debilitate on such matters, because I was feeling the speed of her hips, clearly trying to finish me off. She was succeeding too, because the pleasure was making a one-way course toward escape.

“Mille! I-“

“It’s fine, Vince, do it~! Fill me uuuppp~♡♡ I want your sticky, slimy love allll up in my tight, little puusssssy~♡ Shoot it, coat my womb in it, let me bathe in it, and we’ll finally finish becoming each other’s~! Do it! DO IT!! CUUUMMMMM~♡♡♡”

I couldn’t disobey her luscious desperation, especially not when it was my best friend begging for my semen like it was ambrosia. Submitting myself to her, I felt a tremble in my body, then a white flash across my brain.

“Kyyyyuuuuuaaannnn~!!”

It was like an explosion. The pleasure mounted, and coursed like mana through my every nerve and vein in a split second, before centering around my groin. My hips twitched upwards as fat rope after fat rope of my white wad erupted up into her vagina, like my body wanted to make sure all of it reached and fertilized her uterus. Mille, for her part, arched her back, howling shamelessly as female ejaculate squirted out her opening like it had waited so long to be free.

“It’s here~! It’s here~!! Your taste, your lovely taste~♡ There’s nothing else I want to eat but this! More~! More~!!”

She almost collapsed her body on top of mine in what appeared to be exhausted joy. The fact I’d made her feel this way brought a faint smile to my face.

“Sho…Sho mush…Ha, ahahahahaha~♡”

She sounded drunk. She probably was, thinking about it. For six weeks, she’d practically been an addict to my essence, so there likely wasn’t much separation between her current state and a drunkard. Being aware of this brought back a throbbing hardness to my cock, who not a few seconds ago was soft and flaccid. The fact that, disheveled as she was, her hair still flowed gently like a sunflower field, and her red eyes beheld beauty like pure rubies – those factors probably helped my erection.

Even so, after our orgasms had receded and a comfortable numbness tickled our bodies, we simply breathed and laid in the afterglow. Despite Mille being a monster and I probably half-way on the road to becoming an incubus, we still needed a moments breath.

“So…Hah…How’s that, Vince…?”

“……I…I, uh, can’t really think of the right words…”

“Jeez. You, hah, you could’ve been a bit, hah, cooler right there you, hah, you know?”

“S-Sorry.”

She simply chuckled at my blushing, then went into silence, seemingly reminiscing.

“You…You know, it was easier to negotiate with the Senate than I thought.”

Those words, inadvertently or not, cut through the mist in head, making my ears perk up and my eyes open as if I’d been slapped awake by the hand of the Goddess.

“What?”

“O-Oh.” Slight nervousness crept into her face. “W-Was just…talking to myself, about the Senate. After that whole thing with Sarah, I’d thought the Order would be like a mountain on the issue of your execution. But it turns out that a whole lot of the Order is more or less dealing with the shadow of the old generation looming over everything. Appealing to the younger members was all it really took, because they’d already though killing for the crime of being related to the recently monsterized was overblown, and just needed a push. They’re still against monsters, but no longer seem to be as over-zealous as I remembered.”

“What? I thought your stalking meant those six months; how do you know that?”

It would appear that there was a sharp glint in my eyes, because the succubus winced at my glare and her nervousness became more apparent.

“B-Because I was there- I was just thinking about how I even came to this. Uh, to here, in Vorune, and I also just wanted to tell you what I did. I didn’t intend the thing with your mother- but! B-But there’s, well, a way to make her at peace if she died with regrets…I expected Sarah to be executed too, so I’d set it up in a way that I could break her out by demanding her and her sweetheart both be jailed first so their executions didn’t get in the way, then I’d break them out and- please stop looking at me like that!”

“Why are you calling her by her name? What do you know about her?!” My tone raised itself in volume unintentionally.

“Well, because we’re friends, and she was the one who helped me gain access to the Order after I mons-“

My body moved before my brain and hers moved to the floor. The flame of hate, even after sands of pleasure had been poured on it, burned it to glass. The familiarity made sense now. It was that I’d become like that man under Sarah. I almost fell for it, but the seething revenge for my sister kept me from falling over the edge. I made those sentiments clear in the punch that got her onto the floor, and the kick which send her further along it. Standing up from the bed with an animalistic snarl, I took a sharp, deceive step toward her with the intent at raining hell upon the monster for her deception………and, fist still held high, stopped. Why did I do that? The answer was simple: She was crying.

“*Sniff* I…’m sorry, hic, I’m sorry…”

Suddenly, looking at her pathetic form, my rage didn’t kindle.

“I-I…I, Hic, didn’t want to, to, to, *sniff* hic, to make you hate me, but if, but if!”

She couldn’t even finish her own sentence.

“I’m sorry that, hic, that I offended you l-like, *sniff* hnh!, like that…I,I-I lied about the, hic, door thing, I-I, *sniff* moved it out, but it’s not covering the, hic, door…I-If I can’t be with you, I at, *sniff*, at least don’t want to be, ngh!, in your way.”

My fist lowered by itself. She still didn’t look at me.

“I…I…*Sniff* I-I don’t want to die…but, hic, b-but if it’s to make you less angry…Please, I beg you, punish me however you l-l-like-uwwahhhh!!”

The tears really spilled out now. My fist still shook with thirst for retribution, because there was still the chance that this was no more than some cheap trick devised to put me off my guard-

-………What the hell I am thinking?

Never more than that moment did I want to rip my fingernails, root and all, off in self-hatred. What the hell was I thinking? I repeated it to myself, mostly because I wasn’t sure if I’d listen if I didn’t really get it through my thick skull.

This wasn’t how a monster should act. They should be screaming in frustration at being found out, gloat about how they’ll eat your soul and cackle like madmen, not…cry like some girl rejected by whom they thought their man of destiny.

-I made a girl cry……I made Mille cry…

That’s right, she was Mille before she was a monster. She was crying because I, even after all that time, rejected her even though I shared the same feelings…Yes, I loved her. I thought- knew it was Mille from even the first time I saw her succubic form, but I just made some weak-ass excuse to pretend I wasn’t enjoying it. I looked at my hand, thinking over what I’d just done with it.

-Why…did I do any of this…?

The reasoning was that I wanted revenge for my sister and the life I lost. But did I really? Something was emerging. It was unfamiliar, but it had always been there, forcibly pushed to the back of my mind.

-Ahhh…Ahhhhhh…!

When I first saw Sarah eating up that man…I,I wasn’t scared…No, I think I was awed. Awed at the pureness of her love. But my pride, or maybe the ethics I’d gained from the Order, had prevented me from realizing this. When she…when Mille told me I could get those days at Lescatie back…and said, just now, that my sister was alright…If this succubus is simply Mille, but unchained, then Sarah isn’t dead, either…I was genuinely happy, but anger, and fear, a-and sadness…overtook me.

I was finally getting it. Only took me forever. I think…more than anything else, I was despairing that all that time I spent fuming at the monsters who took everything from me…was nothing more than a mistake, and so, I wanted to continue down that road just so I could feel like it wasn’t…I was scared, and sad that I’d wasted so much of my life on something like that…

-Is that road…really worth the price of Mille’s life…? No, I knew it wasn’t. It was this realization that made me stare vacantly, because I knew I wasn’t long from tackling her and hammering her face until it was unrecognizable simply to avoid facing that truth. She was still crying, and I clenched my fists further.

-What the fuck is wrong with me?

I glanced at the door. Even if I wasn’t going to do anything to Mille, it was unlocked and I could simply leave…But, I didn’t feel like running right now. Nor did I think I would feel it in the future. Instead, I looked back at Mille. She was crying still. My oafishness had caused her, and myself, much pain. However could I apologize for that?

“…God damn it…”

Under my breath, I swore. And then, without any more hesitation, I stepped toward her. Toward my Mille.

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I wiped the tears that never seemed to stop. My will to make him my captive had run dry, so, now all I could do was let his anger lessen and move out of his life. I wasn’t even sure if I should tell him where Sarah was. She’d understood my primary reasoning, but she also asked me to bring the brother she lost back to her. And that it would be a brother smiling at her, not one crying as he pointed his shaking sword at her. The void of my failure left in my innards tortured me incessantly, reminding me despite my best efforts, despite my want for my better half, I was just as lowly as I’d always been. What the hell was wrong with me? I made Vince angry…

-Huh…? Foot…steps…? My attention was scattershot. While my eyes poured out fluids hot and wet, while my body shook as if subjected to freezing winds, my mind thought that with almost disproportionate calm.

-Oh…Vince…

He was walking toward me in the stride of knight going to unblinkingly kneel before their king, his expression unreadable. Even with my accept of our parting, I stared at him.

-Well…If I can’t become one with you, I at the very least want to bare a part of you, to later or to the here-after…

I closed my eyes, ready to receive him.

Then, pleasure that shook my brain sneak-attacked me once I felt him grasp my horns roughly, and then-

“HhhhHHHGGGGMMMMPPPHHHH?!?”

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My upper body lurched forwards as I ground my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut. Keeping my own mind pinned to the spot without it flying up into heavens high was more difficult than expected. But this was my apology, and wasn’t going to fail now – wasn’t going to fail her now. Her mouth wasn’t doing anything, still in the vestiges of surprise from having my length, glans to base, shoved violently down her throat in one go, yet it took my all not to cum from the pleasure and the pleasing sound of her muffled moans. Tears were still falling, but her eyes weren’t sad. Those were no longer of sadness, but effort. Then, with great effort, I slowly pulled my member back to about halfway while I stared at Mille’s eyes. She stared back. With confusion, with surprise, with pleasure. But not sadness.

“…Sorry…about that, Mille. Uh, the punching, ngh, and kicking…thing, not w-what we’re doing now…Um, are you okay?”

“Mmmghph.”

I realized that talking with my penis in her mouth would most likely be difficult, but the warmth of her throat was something I was reluctant to part with, so I compromised.

“Okay, one tap for no, two for yes.”

Tap tap.

“Oh, thank Goddess.”

I looked at her face. Her pretty eyes were shimmering with expectation as they met mine.

“Those bruises- “I nudged my eyes at her side and stomach, where there lay ugly red marks. I heard that succubi don’t have a highly developed sense of pain, and that meant those red, slightly swollen areas could be nothing more than the emotional pain I’d inflicted upon her. I wanted to cry looking at my foolishness, and my wasted lifetime, but Mille had cried, and another’s tears scarcely fix sorrows.

“Can they be fixed- healed, uh, with essence?”

Tap tap.

Pleasures of the flesh can only temporarily quell scars, but her body was that of a monster- dealers and takers in wanton pleasure. She could find happiness in having her darling ravish her, and would guide her- guide us both to such an ending. It may not heal everything, but it would make them bearable, at least.

“That’s great…Mille, this is my apology…I…I hope…you will accept it…”

Tap tap.

Her eyes narrowed in happiness.

I had a duty to do. She’d imparted pleasure I’d need to pay back, then; we’d be equals. Bracing my hips, I pulled them back and squeezed her horns tighter, causing her to twitch a little.

Then, I stopped, and looked down at with intense concern.

“Wait, you’re not having trouble breathing?! I, don’t, are you- “

Tap.

“Oh. Well. Yeah, uhhhh…um, yeah. Guess I, uh, should’ve, uh, expected that, I guess…”

On pure reflex, my eyes averted her as I became acutely aware of the tinge in my face that Mille said made me look like tomato. I could feel her laughing, bringing a mental happiness, and her chortling made my member vibrate, bringing a psychical happiness. I vaguely considered if it was worth pulling out to hear her tease me.

“Sorry, uh, about that, haha……Most unlucky for you, being stuck with me, huh? Probably want somebody cooler, no…?”

Tap.

I laughed off my embarrassment, with debatable success. Even so, I knew that whatever my feelings, I had no right to dillydally longer.

“……I’m…going to move now, alright? Don’t worry about what you need to do- this is for you, so just enjoy it…As best you can.”

Saying so, I began to move. Or struggle, more accurately. Incubization, half-way or not, had me able withstand pleasure which would make cowards of lesser men, but this only served to demonstrate how great the shiver of my spine was when I moved my cock along her soft tongue and throat. Not helping this was Mille’s trance-like sucking as she fixedly stared at my cock, hearts in her eyes…I meant that literally; her pupils had become pink and heart shaped. It was tempting to cum and leave it all to her, but pride and thankfulness wouldn’t allow me.

Her horns were my prevailing savior. I’d neglected to really think on them seriously, but mostly because there wasn’t really much to be prosed about them. They were black, ish, and went out a bit from the side of her head before shooting straight up. Nothing special, but that didn’t mean they weren’t another part of Mille I loved. Especially right now, being secretly very convenient handlebars so I could keep a grip on anything as tingling numbness threatened to sunder my legs.

“Mmgph-! Mille…your mouth…is so hot…”

I bit my lip in an attempt to gain composure. My semen would not pass into her core before I’ve had her enjoy the taste of my rod for long enough, that much was to be willed- carved into stone. Fortunately, my body had adapted somewhat to the pleasure, so, I finally started doing what some circles called ‘deep-throating’ in earnest.

“Mmmgph! *slurp* Nnnaagghff! *slurp* MMmmMwwaagghp! *slurp*”

It’s the sounds of her gagging on my cock. It’s obscene, and douses my brain more and more in a pink mist every time I hear them, because they’re sounds that mean I’m making her happy. Spurred on by that happiness, I slid my member in and out the damp pit of her oral cavity. Having grown defense toward her mouth let me to, slowly, move it from glans to pelvis with steadiness. Her mouth, the tongue lashing at it, the lips sucking on the girth like they were a little sister wanting to help out their big sister. The feeling in my body was very similar to one you get from eating sweet confectionary and drinking hot cocoa after coming home from a snowy day. I was glad she wanted to help, but I was, perhaps unjustly, a bit upset considering I wanted to do this all for her. Still, I doubted I could do much to dissuaded her, so whatever. My response became to thrust into her mouth harder.

I was really gripping the horns now, pistoning down her tight throat. The pleasure of her hot little mouth was not to be underestimated; its moist texture grinding across my glans made me ashamed of having denied myself of this for so long. Mille responded in kind, putting her hands on my thighs and bopping her head back and forth with matching speed to my thrusting, utterly entranced. From the erotic booklets I h- heard about, I imagined that this ‘deepthroating’ thing’s appeal was the feeling of domination from the man’s side, but I didn’t really feel that at all with Mille. I think it was because I was gripping her horns. It seemed to have hit some mental sweet spot that made her single-mindedly pursue my penis, so she couldn’t help herself now even if moments before the Horn Grappling Event, she’d decided to leave me to toy with her as I wanted.

But I didn’t really care. If she wanted to return the pleasure I did to her, I wasn’t to complain. And besides, her eyes looking up at me with care and affection, contrasting her diligently sucking my cock and the lewd slurping happing as consequence, seeing such an erotically cute sight was enough to make me desire no different outcome. I rewarded her adorable display by speeding my hips lightly, and she returned the favor by making her sucking slightly more intense.

Slide in and out, in and out, and you could see an intermittently appearing bulge on the outside of her throat, making her body shiver in delight, muffled moans leaking out the corners of the mouth. Move forward then back, forward then back, and you could see her indecently shaking her hips to me, as if her womb was instinctively seeking out its counterpart, making me moan as she expertly hit all my sensitive spots. This repetitive dance continued for who knows how long. I was lost in the world that held only us two. I think she was too. It was all too good, yet in my stupor, I glanced again at her bruises. Sadness struck my heart, briefly yet noticeably powerful, at that sight. The Order’s teaching went deep. As long as I knew, I never harbored hate for monsters – my stubborn personality made sure of it. But once pushed over to the other side, that stubbornness work against me, and in the end, I’d hurt somebody I loved. But that would change. Very soon, it would change.

I could feel it. The familiar sensation of approaching climax. Like a balloon that grew bigger and bigger, eventually you only could wait with suspense for when it would burst – you knew it would, but not when. Something hot and burning in my breast – a mix of self-hate for the bruises I’d inflicted her and a desire to overwrite them – flared up to an almost painful degree. The result was that my hips went to slam as hard and rapidly as they could into her face, determined to finish myself off. It caught Mille off-guard – she couldn’t follow with my movements, leaving me to ravish her face as I pleased. I could feel it, it wouldn’t be long now. I was on the precipice of transformation. It wasn’t a transformation that you could see with ocular vison, so the eyes of my heart kept watch, unblinking. I wouldn’t die, I wouldn’t become someone else, I would be just the same…But. But my body would be able to accept her even more easily. Nothing- nothing but joy was conjured up by that idea, showing up in my face openly. I’d opened my soul to the demonic energy, and it wrapped around it wholly like a pupa. Soon, what lied inside would break out from its chrysalis, and my heart would judge it, and recognize it as the ‘me’ I’d always been.

The heat was rising- something I could recognize even while lost in the obsessive stabbing of my organ into her unresisting, smooth, hot estuary. The syrupy pleasure, being sprayed over the entirety of my being like I was hit with a firehose’s worth of sweetness, treated to make me buckle from numbness. Doing so was out of the question. It wasn’t just a matter of giving and receiving pleasure. It was it heal her, and to show I’d become what she desired – an incubus, a man perfected for a monster. She would see my happiness and resistance to pleasure that would make humans faint, so I could smear my essence into her even more. The rising heat showed it would be soon. Yes, it was coming. It all focused into one point, coursing toward my organ. I speeded my movements even more to make it come even faster, and then-

It took all of my willpower that I had gained as a human, Order solider and half incubus to have my mind not white over in pleasure. Two-fold pleasure, to be exact. The pleasure of orgasm, where I gripped her horns hard enough for my knuckles to whiten, as I held my forwards thrusted hips to shoot my thick wad down her pretty throat, before pulling back to crash them back so I could shoot out every last drop of semen, filling her stomach with it. The pleasure of seeing her bruises slowly disappear, like time was going reverse only for them, while she saw me look at her without fainting, proving I’d truly become an incubus. Ironically, the very desire that made me decide not to collapse to the pleasure was also the one to make it hard to resist doing so. Yet still, I endured. This stubborn personality of mine did eventually help, it would seem.

I was still in the middle of orgasm. Even factoring in my incubization, it was truly impressive. Mille still tried to slurp it all up, but even her succubus body couldn’t keep up, missing strains that would dripple down her chin. Still, I appreciated the effort, and her intense concentration on swallowing all of my clear liquid was extremely cute.

Finally, my orgasm subsided. Still resting my penis inside her mouth, I breathed shallow breaths. Summoning reserve strength, I carefully pull my member out of the throat that seemingly never wanted to part. But it eventually did with a *pop*.

Breathing was all the echoed in the room for a while. Our chests heaved while we looked at each other’s sweaty bodies.

“Hah…How…Hah…was that…?”

I said, barely able to keep myself afoot. Mille didn’t say anything, dazed as she were. Briefly, I was becoming uncertain if I’d done something stupid. However, I was realizing that she was starting at my manhood, which after I saw that a line of drool was trickling out of her mouth and more love juice that stained the sheets. Then, I understood.

“Yh…Well…come and get it?”

Uncertainty was evident within my tone as I shrugged. I was tired as a human, I could feel so, but not tired as an incubus. Her wants were as unclear to me as ever while she just stared a hole in my, somehow, still erected and pulsing phallus – probably an effect of incubization. To dominate her, or submit to her. That is the question. And with the lingering awkwardness, I didn’t have an answer I felt confidence in.

Suddenly, she stood up to her full height like someone who’d just remembered they left on their Ignis-powered stove at home, now gazing me in the eyes with the same look she gave my penis.

“…Are you…tired…?”

Well, no. I knew as much. But I couldn’t answer that due to the strangeness of the sudden question. Regardless, her body language showed she ascertained an answer from my silence anyhow.

-Is she that good at reading people? Or is it just me she’s fine-tuned to?

I didn’t spare much time to ponder that, because in the next blink, distraction hit my attention by throwing a rock at their head.

She’d walked over to the bed once more, leaning slowly over the bed in a way that emphasized the tantalizing curves of her milky white body, especially that of her softly jiggling rear. Now she was basically thrusting her womanhood, steamy and dripping, at me, leading to the inevitable conclusion of my sight being nailed to those pink lips, a tug at the nether region.

“If you’re not too tired…,could you do me…from behind?”

She shook her ass alluringly.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t…I can’t show the face I’m making right now. But I can’t go against my womb right now, either. Its squirming so much. It wants you and wants to never let go, stroking you until you shoot all of your thick and delicious virility inside, again and again and again until my insides are coated white – coated with you. I can’t say I don’t agree…♡”

Sinuously moving a hand back, placing it on her lips to pull it out, opening and presenting her erotic gate, like an animal communicating their desire to mate. As if under a spell, I slowly, groggily stepped toward her form similar to how a sleepwalker might move.

“A…A-Are you…sure? I…I quite like seeing your face…” Said I, in tones perhaps too disappointed.

“I…I agree.” Said Mille, voice that of a shy maiden and a craving harlot. “Your face is…very lovely too..……♡ B-But it’ll have to wait, I’m just a bit……overwhelmed, right now.”

I arrived, and sunk my fingers into her creamy buttock flesh, making her yelp and her tail involuntarily swish in happiness. It was impossible to see that as anything except supremely cute, and it gave me an idea that blew away my remaining hesitation.

“So…You want me to take you from behind?”

The succubus said no words and showed me no face, but her tail’s sudden straightening like an arrow told me everything.

“Well, if I can’t see your enchanting face, then you have another way of pleasing me.”

I readied my cock to her pussy. I could hear her heavy breathing, laced with excitement. Gripping her waist roughly summoned forth another cute yelp to make me smile.

“So do your part……and scream for me.”

Then, without further ado, I shoved in my member in one go.

“Nnngh- GggnnNNAaahh!!”

“MmmMMMWWAAAHHHH~♡♡”

It was a concerto of moans, mines and hers. It wouldn’t be surprising that she came right the moment I stuck it in. Hell, it wouldn’t be surprising if I did the same. Her inner walls fawned on me, squeezing me with pleasure until I threatened to burst. But I had a duty to do. I had to make her happy, and I didn’t want to blow immediately after functionally promising to dominate her. Resisting the urge, I moved with a steady pace from the start, feeling the pleasure of her vagina, lovingly tending to my member, as Mille made more delightful moans, enhanced by the knowledge that I drove them out of her.

It's really amazing what a simple switch in position does for you. All it really was, was me thrusting from behind her. But just from that, the walls of her honeyed pit felt ever so different. The closet comparison I could make was that instead of her walls stroking me so to absorb my semen into Mille’s womb, I was griding against her sensitive flesh so I could spray down essence by myself. Beyond that, I also had the luxury of choosing the speed. If I wanted more, I could go faster. If it was too much, I could go slower. Though, I hardly imagined that I’d think that. No, I wanted more. More of the lewd squishing our connection made. More of her cute moans. More of this irresistible pleasure, threatening to make me addicted to it if it hadn’t already.

“Aaahhhh~♡ AAAaaahhhhhhh~♡♡ Vince~♡ Vince~♡ So good, so good~♡♡!”

Her arousal was so tasty. But it was only the icing on the entire cake. The core of the pleasure was at my thrusts. I smacked my hips against her fat butt with force, creating ripples in her cheeks and thighs, as I was being pleasantly cushioned by them. The smack-like sound was intensely satisfying, underlining how deep and focused I was driving my dick into her. As for Mille, she simply just laid there. She was trusting in me, letting herself over to me. I was fucking her like a toy, yet she believed I’d do her no intentional harm even after all that’s happened. Monster or not, her forgiving heart made me well up with joy.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

A heat was kindling in our genitals since a while ago. It was, at both times, unbearable and irresistible, spreading throughout the whole body like a sweet poison. I wanted more of that heat, I wanted to share more of her heat. Seeking that, a decisive thrust struck through her insides, the succubus throwing her head high to howl shamelessly in orgasmic pleasure. Even as I partook in the sensation of dominating her like a sex-hungry beast would a – for lack of better comparison – submissive female, it was because I wanted her to feel it more. If I actually hurt her, like I did before, I would immediately throw myself to the floor and apologize profusely. It would seem my mental was still unstable, my bold behavior a front for the reality that I still hadn’t forgiven myself. But when I crashed my hips against her at my own leisure, feeling that numbing pleasure that no human woman could give me, seeing her slovenly slacken face in my mind’s eye…That boldness became a little more real. Dragged on by that, I called out her, smiling a smile that was most probably salacious.

“How’d you like this?”

“More, more~♡!”

She could barely even understand what I was saying, so lost in her reverie that she simply asked for more. I was feeling a bit sadistic. So, I subtly slowed my movements – a thing she picked up almost immediately and voiced confused dissent to with a “yyeennmpp?!”

“Of what? Could you please tell me?”

I had slowed my movements into gentle strokes, and Mille was moving her head this way and that as if she’d lost something precious which, depending on your point of view, she had.

“Y’know…Don’t make me wait, Vinsh…Shtop teasing, give it to me nooowwwww…” She purred like a cat.

“Well, if you’d tell me. What, exactly, is it you want so desperately?”

Now I’d stopped, mid pull back. I was enjoying exposing her greed.

“Your…cock…”

Unable to hide her need, she began moving her own hips, bouncing her ass on my stationary rod like she was masturbating. I knew it wouldn’t satisfy her though, because she wouldn’t be able to hit her womb. Realizing this, she made a noise I could only describe as the auditory version of a sad frown.

“And where do you want it?”

“My…pussy…Vince, please….”

Leaning over to whisper into her ear, I could feel my playful smirk.

“And why couldn’t you contain your thirst?”

“Because…Becaush no other…cooockk will satisfy meeee…I want it, I need it in my slutty little cunt…”

“Good answer.”

I trust with abrupt force in her vagina stopping right at her womb’s entrance, making her yelp once more from surprise. Truth be told, I was barely holding back from screwing her silly. The desire was powerful, certainly, but not as powerful as my desire to tease her.

“See what a good answer brings you? Now…what does that make you?”

She finally looked back at me with her pretty face. Her beautiful features were warped with carnal desire and her pretty red eyes were wet with tears of impatience, yes, but they were still very, very pretty.

“Your cock-addicted, lewd, dirty whoooorrre♡! I’m a nasty slut who can’t go one day without your diiiiccck~♡♡♡ I cum with even one whiff of its glorious musk~♡♡ I’m constantly thinking about sucking it, riding it, being sprayed over, inside by its cum, its owner taking me like a back-alley prostitute- PLEASE, VINCE, DON’T KEEP ME WAAIIITTINNGG~♡♡♡♡!!”

“Good girl! That’s what I like to hear- here’s your reward!”

My length gets shoved inside her in one go, and she made a joyous noise. I didn’t even waste time starting gently and increasing; I went hard from the start. I appeared to be in control from a while ago, but I was barely removed from moving my hips like some animal in heat. There was no room for excess though in my head. No, there was only the inhuman pleasure of the monstrous woman before me, and a lightening feeling like I’d been released from chains.

“Ahaa~ Harder, harder~♡♡ I need more of it, I need more of your cooOOCCK~♡”

She showed me her face. Her beautiful, lichenous, pleasure-slacken face. And she was amorously in need of her fix of dick – my dick, calling out for it in honeyed tones. It was only brief the eyes and ears beheld these lewd wonders before she muffled her face into the sheets, leaving her being over to me so I’d plow it. But still, they drove the pork spear raging within the compact precious place of hers even harder in, its owner bound by her spell, wanting, needing to see more of her adorable faces, to hear more of her cute noises. Perhaps she wanted much the same, for she’d begun to move the hips of her own body, pleasure making their movements awkward as she bounced her fat and meaty cheeks on my manhood, yet still matching my movements superbly.

*SLICK* *SMACK* *SLICK* *SMACK* *SLICK* *SMACK*

It was unreal. The pleasure made sure to be something that you’d know only a monster’s body, redolent with sexual skill that defied human limit, could impart onto you. The action of her behind brought forth new seasoning for the gluttonous appetite I was developing for her carnal charms. The feeling of ‘eating’ her while she just laid the as if an offering was delicious, but her joining in the feasting was obviously greater for me. Her moving along with me, sharing my heat as I did hers, moving her position as I moved through her…This was so much better. The only reason I didn’t cum about now was willpower

“Ah~♡ Ahaa~♡ So good, it’s soo goooddd~♡♡”

She threw her head back, hurling her desert locks every which way without care, declaring her pleasure to the world like she herself couldn’t believe it. Shortly after, Mille looked back with me, tears in her eyes, tongue hanging out the mouth, dripping sweet saliva that I would gladly lick up if not for the fact we were currently locked in the doggystyle position.

“Vince, Viiiinnnceeee~♡♡♡!! I love it so much- love your cock so much~♡♡!! Harder, drive it deeepeerrr~♡♡!! Give it to me, ravish me, make me your prisoner~♡♡!! Pump your cum inside, make me bear our cute children, BREEEEEED MEEEEEEEE~♡♡♡!!!”

It was too much. I can only resist her womanly charms so much, like a plant can only go so long without water. My brain and loins were telling me this deeply. They were calling me, calling me toward my need to breed her, paint her insides white. But the stubborn part of me still wanted a bit more, so I thought of something to distract myself.

“Hey, Mille.”

“Huh?”

She grits her teeth and her eyelids shot up in surprise, when the sound of cracking flesh reverberated in the air. I had slapped her right buttock, watching it jiggle then settle. The undulation of her ass flesh, and the noise of the smack were stratifying, yes, but the best was her Kegel muscles tightening right when my hand made contact.

“W-Why, hah, why’d you- “Said the succubus, still sounding and looking enraptured.

“It’s your punishment for lying.” Said I, making sure to keep my tone to a level that showed in was only playing at being angry. Her face was uncertain, but only a moment after did she pick up my intention. Rewarding her, I gave her buttocks another smack, which she yelped from.

“That one’s for monsterization of Sarah, where do you get off on that, hm?”

Her dripping cunt, of which I was still thrusting into slowly, tightened yet again at the smack and her yelp began to take on moan-like features. I was glad to know this didn’t hurt her – that was the last thing I’d want to do again, so I was filled with great relief that she enjoyed my improv. In those pornographic booklets I had in my bedroom, there were sometimes scenes of erotic spankings – a master punishing his slutty slave over his lap, his strong and warm hand making her moan and dip love juice out her pussy, sticking out her red, swatted ass out for more because she’s ‘a bad girl’ and it ‘hurts so good’, as they say. Spurned on my imagination, a gave her butt another smack, Mille releasing a luscious sigh.

“That…That wasn’t-“

“I wasn’t done.”

*SPANK*

“Mwaaaahhhh~♡”

I was no longer angry about Sarah. I would believe Mille. I would believe my sister was alive. And what better way to show I thought nothing of it than using it as roleplay fodder?

“You’ve done other crimes too, you little slut. Like flaunting this huge ass around-“

*SPANK*

“Ngh~♡”

“-sticking it out like you wanted me to run my hands over it-“

*SPANK*

“Hauuuwaa~♡”

“-and waving your gigantic chest around like a prostitute-!“

*SPANK*

“Yes, that’s right~♡ I’m a naughty little girl, punish me~♡ I love how you’re thrusting faster~♡”

“-licking your dicksucking lips, showing all what you needed-!”

*SPANK* *SPANK*

“Your hand feels so warm and nice…Your punishment feels so gooooddd~♡”

“-drinking and shlicking yourself silly to the taste of my semen-!!”

*SPANK* *SPANK*

“Yes, yes~♡ The pain is so sweet~♡ I can feel it coming…♡”

“-rode my cock, because you couldn’t go against your aching womb-!!”

*SPANK* *SPANK* *SPANK*

“More, more~♡!”

“-and- and because you have such a whorish body, that nobody could go against, that you want to lose yourself in, and fills the heart with the greatest pleasure!!!”

*SPANK* *SPANK* *SPANK* *SPANK*

“Yes, yes, YES~♡♡!!”

I was spanking her red and swollen butt wildly now. Many would assume that Mille would be in pain, but her ecstatic voice, and the gradually compacted vagina I was unceasingly plowing, betrayed the notion. Eventually, I launched an especially hard hand on her buttock flesh, and the succubus bucked her hips and arched her back into a crescent, a high-pitched screech filling the room as a clear liquid spewed out her honey pot with no shame. Its walls narrowed around me, like it wanted to milk my essence out at all costs. If I’d felt pleasure like this as a human, I’d fainted several times over. But as I were now, even after spewing out inside her, my legs could still stand. Unheeding of mines and her orgasm, I called to her.

“And…hah…what do you…hah…have to say…hah…for yourself…?”

Mille, after coming down from her climax, looked back at me again.

“…You’re right. I’m a dirty, masochistic slut who cums from being spanked.”

She was gently waving her ass on my rod, serving to make my legs briefly shake from being off-guard.

“Because she loves whatever her darling does to her. Because he doesn’t care that she’s a disgraceful woman – he’s accepted her. He’s the reason this naughty, cum-addicted, cock-hungry whore…is alive, and she loves him very, very much for that…”

I couldn’t keep back a smile. I’d exposed my core through my previous actions. If the pervert I was deep down was shown through my previous action, then this smile showed the boy that loved Mille. I could barely keep together as I spoke again. “G…G-Good answer, Mille. I-I think another reward’s in store…!” I didn’t even wait for her response – I just started thrusting. The numbing feel in my whole body was like a dream, I didn’t ever want to part from her insides again in that moment. I just went in and out, in and out, constantly seeking the heat of her inner canal, like how a drug addict always needed more. I said a while ago that Mille was becoming my captive. I see now that was blatantly untrue. While she seemed submissive, all of her actions had only served to make me more dependent on her, drive me to the point where I would never again be able to live without her. Or perhaps, we were both becoming captives to each other…

-Whatever…that doesn’t matter…

The carnal union of ours left no time to think. I was slamming into her like a maddened beast, and Mille received the frenzied drive by panting like – fittingly enough – a bitch in heat. I was barely thinking – my body was moving for me. Even so, my mind became drawn to her swishing tail, an idea grasping me.

“HiiiIIIIEEE~?!?”

Was the noise the succubus made once I grasped her tail and started stroking it. It was an inspired guess I worked on – that a succubus’s tail was also an erogenous zone – but I hit the mark. Her body twitched this way and that every time I stroked her tail, and she’d arch her back if I rubbed the tip. It was odd at first, having such strong reactions toward tail stroking, but eventually I accepted it, even finding it cute.

“Go on- feel it more!”

Pinching the point of her heart-shaped tail, a convulsion like electricity shot through her and overcame her body, crying out in orgasm. It wouldn’t surprise me if it was sixth or seventh time that’d happened due to my stroking, and I was once more faced with the facts that a monster’s body beheld so much stamina. “

Ish, ish not faaiiirrr~…”

I didn’t hear her, spellbound by the pleasure of jerking her tail and moving my hips inside her. But I felt her intentions clearly, because I suddenly fell forwards as she turned around on the bed, my body landing on hers.

“Kish meh, kiiissh meeeehhhhh…”

Her face was slackened in pleasure like she was half-asleep, sticking her tongue out and licking my face. Even an idiot like me could figure out what she wanted, so without any delay, I met her tongue with mine while I now penetrated her lewd hole in the missionary position. In reaction to this, Mille interlocked her arms around my back, pulling me closer into her mouth and vagina alike.

“Mwwah~♡ Mnngph~♡ Mmmmffaaahh~♡”

Her tongue never rested. Her wine-red eyes narrowed in dreamy joy. Her pillowy meat orbs tickled my chest as I laid up over her erect nipples. Her chubby thighs brought my body a pleasant comfort. Her arms rubbing and hugging my back made me want to cry in happiness from the affection it showed. Her inner walls never stopped pleasing my cock in ways only a monster- no, only she could do to me. There was simply too much of this woman. Her lust, her charm, her fleshly delights, her love, it was all overflowing and I couldn’t catch it all.

“Vinsh~♡ I loh you~♡! I loh you~♡!”

“Mille, I…I love you-!”

Our bodies weren’t even an inch apart. In my impassioned daze, our heats fusing together, I was losing track of where Vincent began and Mille ended, like we were fusing into a single being……I’d realized that I was crying. In the face of all this overwhelming joy, I just didn’t know how else I should react.

“Mille, I-!”

“It’s okaaay…Do it, let’s be together forever, my darling Vincent~♡”

Saying so, she locked her legs around me, making escape impossible. But I wanted no escape. If there was anything I wanted, it was this moment to be frozen and last forever.

That urge was welling up in me again. I didn’t fight it, nor try and delay it. I think it would cruel to do to Mille at this point. So, I just moved my hips, my intentions to blast thick baby-making goop inside clear as her own cum. I could feel it, rising more and more, getting ever closer to the edge until-

It went over it.

It was like a magic blast, if my soul was dragged along with it. These hips of mine stabbed into her insides, staying there to spray out the semen escaping out my urethra like water from a broken dam. Every time it felt like I was done, I’d pull back before doing one more hard thrust into her opening, making sure to wring out all of my essence until the well truly ran dry. With fading strength, I occasionally flicked my gaze over to Mille’s visage. Her eyes, pupils embiggened, were rolling up into her skull while drool made waterfalls at the corners of her mouth. A fitting expression, I thought, I rewarded by way of another thrust.

Eventually, I’d reached what I thought to be the end of my white stuff. Exhaustion wasn’t the right word for what I felt, but it was the only one closest to it. Slowly, like I was doing some operation, I removed my rod from her wet den with a *plop*. The cum I’d just finished dumping into her was bit by bit trickling its way out to re-color the sheets, making obscene *gloop* noises. Usually, Mille would’ve, with an edge of urgency, either try to push the alabaster fluids in again or else lick it up like ice-cream that was just about to melt a little too much. But it would seem even monsters needed to catch their breath, so it continued its journey to the sheets unabated.

We simply breathed labored breaths, not exchanging a single word. I leaned against the headboard – Mille laid on the mattress. This silence continued for some time, before Mille broke the ice.

“You know…when I first met you…After you did that for me…I just sort of knew…that you’d be my darling someday…”

“I’m…I’m sorry, what?”

Mille raised her body up to eye level.

“Don’t you remember? It was four years ago…”

“I…”

Suddenly, memory succeeded.

Yes, four years ago. That was back when I was still in Lescatie. A mission. A sweeping mission, out somewhere. We were told of a monster encampment, and got a small squad with me in it dispatched to clean them up. They fended us off, and ran, but the others didn’t want to come back emptyhanded. So we searched. I did too, because I didn’t want to be yelled at for not doing anything. And we searched. The others came up empty, but I found a cave, and in that cave…A succubus was trembling, clearly from fear. Her pathetic form hugged its knees, and with a small voice I could barely hear, she said she didn’t want to die, same as a human would. I didn’t need to think about it.

“Guys, this cave’s empty too! I think we should stop wasting time and go home!”

An annoyed grunt came from my squad mates, but tired as they were, they agreed. Once I’d made sure they wouldn’t come over here, I turned back to the succubus, gesturing to a path she could escape unseen. She just started at me, wide-eyed. I wasn’t going to wait around until she did, so I left.

“Yes, I remember…It was most likely forgotten in the rage of late, but I remember thinking she was sad, and didn’t seem like she’d do any harm…wait- “My eyelids widened of their own accord. “Are you telling me-?!”

“Yes…That…was the first time we met.”

“Really? But you look so different now!”

“Oh, yeah, I suppose I did tailor this new form after your preferences, so it wouldn’t match up later in life.”

“…Well, thanks, but, uh, why?”

Mille sighed. Not at anything I did, but because she signed that she was going to finally say something she’d wanted to say. “…Before…I met you, I was…well, lost, I suppose would be the best word. I was an orphan – the only thing I even know about my parents is that they’re dead. So, with nobody to raise me, I just kinda drifted through life aimlessly, like a stick in the rapids. As a natural born succubus, I was blessed with great strength and magical power, even taking steps to train those skills, but I never knew what I should make of them. I never even got attached to any man- they just sort of flew by like a blur. I think, among succubi, I was always a bit of an odd duck.”

I inched closer to her, us now sitting by the other’s side.

“Naturally, this sort of wandering vagabond life, when you’re a monster especially, leads to being chased by people who want nothing but to see you dead. Most of my adult life, I was chased by the Order, fleeing for the life I wasn’t even sure what I wanted to do with. As a succubus, I could’ve tried charming them or something, but…I was pretty clumsy and shy, and couldn’t really focus enough to pull it off.”

“Does that mean your tripping wasn’t an act?”

“Half of it was.” She blushed. “Anyway, all I did was run. Eventually, I couldn’t anymore. I hid in a cave, begging that this wouldn’t be my grave…And then you came, and without expecting anything from me…you saved me. When I saw you do that, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. A heat I’d never felt before rose in my body, especially at my loins. Your image, looking at me with concern, was burned into my mind, and an overwhelming desire to know more about this person seized me. As you walked away, I placed a mana marker on you, trailing you to see where you left for. It was Lescatie, which was a dead end for me. But I’d decided – whatever that I’d end up doing, I wanted him at my side.”

“Vince, you know Lady Druella, right?”

“…….Oh, yeah, isn’t that uhhhhh- “ I rolled around my wrist as I thought “- that some daughter of the Overlord? I think she’s the one I saw some Order guy actually wet his pants in fear over.”

“Yep. The fourth one, to be specific. And her ladyship’s not that scary – she’s really nice! After that day, I journeyed to the Royal Demon Realm so I could get some good training in, and they weren’t sure if I should even be allowed in because of fear that they’d already spread their resources too thin, Lady Druella was one of the ones who allowed my entry in! She even gave me these red eyes as a sign that, while she didn’t have time to personally teach me anything, she was cheering me on after three years of magic and succubus training to get my man of destiny. But it was still Lescatie. I needed some way to get inside, and get closer to you. Then, by chance, I met your sister. She shared your mellow nature toward monsters, and we became fast friends, often meeting outside the city walls.”

“Oh, that explains why she did that those days.”

“Well, I’m glad it does. Anyway, after a time, we eventually began talking about some Order man she pined for, but social status kept him out of her reach. In a move of desire to get closer to you and sympathy for my friend, I…offered to monsterize her. I carefully explained to her what it would do, and she said yes. I don’t regret doing that, but I do regret what happened to your family because of that unwell planned move. You know what happened here. You were to get executed, but I convinced them to spare you and you ran and passed out. The only other thing I did was send an anonymous letter to squires in Vorune, reporting that a man was passed out and might die if help didn’t arrive. Originally, I’d thought I’d get you in my clutches around here, but the error that was your trial let slip away most any confidence I had. I bluntly couldn’t bear standing before you, when you lost the kind gaze that judged not if someone was man or monster. The knowledge that I was the one to do that made it all the worse.”

“Hey, I don’t hate you fo- “

“I know, I know, it was just what I felt at the time. So, I hid myself, trying to gather the courage to face you once more. And then, six months ago, I threw cation to the wind and went to Vorune. You were there. Your gaze was tempered with hate and narrowed on me in suspicion, but you still allowed me in.”

“Oh yeah. I was thinking that you reminded of someone. I couldn’t remember who it was at the time, but I did remember that it was someone who could never mean any harm, so I chose to believe in you being sent from the Order and recommended you.”

She gave a smile, breathing out.

“Hah…The rest, you know, very much so~♡ So, that’s ‘why’.

” “Wow.” Came from my mouth in way that indicated I didn’t know how to respond to it. “You don’t have to say anything, my love. I’ve understood your feelings ever so much~♡”

“My, my love?!” My rising body hair would’ve lifted me off the floor if I lied on it stomach first. “W-W-Well, uhh, t-thanks, b-b-but we’re, uuummmm, n-n-nor really m-m-m-m-married as such, so, aaahhhh, you know, it’s a bit- it’s a lot- it’s sorta-“

Mille cut through my embarrassed stammering with a giggle and a dainty finger to my lip.

“Oh, it is. You spurting inside me was the seal to our marriage contract, don’t you know?”

“WHAT.”

I couldn’t keep my voice level. My surprise came with the sort of volume that was loud even with no exclamation point or question mark following it. It wasn’t as if I was unhappy- I just legitimately didn’t expected that.

“And darling, sorry if it feels as if I’m forcing this onto you, but you know about Lescatie…?”

“WHAT.” I repeated, still not over that last point. Mille continued on regardless.

“Weeelllll…Lady Druella has been thinking that Lescatie has been quite the trouble recently, with all the hero producing. So, she’s been planning for a while to…make them see our side of things.”

“WHAT.”

“……Are you listening?”

“WH- I mean, well, yes, but, it’s just, you know, it’s that, yo- “I gave up. “Alright, this Lady Druella is planning an invasion of Lescatie?”

“Yep. She’ll personally go in an ‘take out’ some heroes herself – people like that Wilmarina girl, and their forces plus outside forces should help eroding the place into a Demonic Realm. It’s bound to go off real soon too.”

“Okay, but, sorry, what am I supposed to do with that information, h- “I blushed I as I struggled with the unfamiliar word “-h-h-honey…Ahem, Mille? I mean, I’m a solider, but I don’t know how much help I could be in a monstrous operation, especially one that’s due to be going soon.”

She smiled at me after letting out a little giggle.

“Oh, I don’t expect you to participate in it. I’m not even going to be a part of it, either.”

“Really? I, I know I just…said what I said, but Lescatie’s a big and strong fortress, basically. Shouldn’t this Lady Druella need more help? She has a high chance of losing-“

“She won’t.” Said Mille in a way that indicated that was the unmovable truth. “She only causes others to lose.”

“Oh. Well, alright, but why’d you then bring it up?”

“Because soon, you’ll be able to return to your home. I didn’t lie – not all of those days were lost, were they? They’ll come back, just a little different, is all.” Her smile eventually, slowly, made one widen on my own face as realization dawned. Then, I laughed. In parts self-derision at how much time I’d wasted hating monsters, and another in gladness that finally, I got it all back. I couldn’t ever again doubt my love for this woman – this monster.

“Plus, I think the baby would like to grow up in a city instead of somewhere like Vorune.”

My laughter stopped instantly.

“You’re pregnant?!” Without thinking, I put my hands on Mille’s shoulders and went up close to her serene smiling face. “Look, I just said those things because I was horny! No kid would want me as their father!”

“Really? Don’t take yourself for granted, I think you’d be a swell dad.” She closed her eyes. “I’d know if I was, so no, I’m not pregnant.” She opened her eyes again, and now there was hearts instead of pupils. “Unfortunately, so, I might add. I’m glad I was born with this body, but it is a mite annoying that it’s so hard to get pregnant with it – you need a lot of sex before that happens…”

She was leaning into me now. Consequently, a fear different than the one a moment ago began assailing me at her behavior.

“So, let’s see if we can get results before that Lescatie falls, shall we? I see your tool’s all raring to go again…”

“Uhm, Mille- “

I was jumped then and there, Mille laying me on my back, her hands running all over my body, her wine-red gems shaking with excitement.

“How you’d like it this time? Cowgirl? Sixty-Nine? Doggystyle? Titjob? Handjob and kissing? Uu, uu, how about something we haven’t tried yet, like the lotus position, or a footjob?! Could I perhaps make you cum from nipple play – you seemed to like that! Oh, maybe if my tail played around inside your ass, I could hit your g-spot while I jerked your cock- Hey, hey, could you make me beg for your cock again and force me to realize what a naughty little cum-dumpster I was, that made me real wet, or you put me over your lap and make me have another spanking orgasm while you pretend to be a debauched villain and I a hero of justice trying and failing to keep her dignity before she succumbs to the pleasures of the flesh-!!!”

“Wait, wait, WAIT-!”

For a time untold, in the former Order base in Vorune, heated moans filled the air of a certain room…

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Sometime later.

I smacked the front door behind me before going back to rifling through the letters in my hands, crossing the dining room in the process. Going up the stairs to our bedroom, I inched the door open. Mille was there, glancing out the window, looking at the flight of birds in shadows of the recently emerging moon. It was quite the beautiful moon – redder than Mille’s eyes. If I’d been around to be on the losing side of the Fall of Lescatie, I surely would’ve thought it the most sinister thing I’d ever seen. Speaking truthfully, it even took a while before I adjusted to seeing this in my homeland, but now it was nothing else except a sign of the peace the lands regained, serene and almost divine a sight. The only thing spoiling this was the endless number of randy wails that overtook the city every night, but I’d gotten used to that too.

Mille noticed my presence, turning around to show me another one of her radiant smiles. The idea of her ever becoming my wife seemed like something so implausible back when I first developed feelings for her, and now look where we were; back in my hometown, even. Something which also seemed quite impossible in my old imagination was the round hump at Mille’s stomach, that she was stroking lovingly like she was ruffling the hair of our kid. We didn’t actually get to have Mille bear any children before the fall of Lescatie, but the only thing that slowed down her wanton unions with me was us moving back to my old house in the now Demonic Realm city. So, I’ve been occupied in her body for the longest time now. Not that I mind, as with her being a monster – existences made to fuck and be fucked – coupling with my wife never really became a chore even if it became routine. Eventually, we were blessed with life in her womb, and I’ll never forget the blissful expression as she told me the news. It would seem, however, that pregnancy does not abate libido in monsters as it does in human women – if anything, it increases.

So, with me not wanting her to be in distress while she was in her second trimester, I’d been with her, orgasming in her already inseminated womb to the point where I had no time from my job or anything else. Oh yeah, I’d also learned that myth that ‘monsters and incubi do nothing else but have sex’ wasn’t true. Yes, they had much of it, but also expressed interest in other things, like my wife, who’d every now and then immerse herself in the act of painting. She was quite good at it, though I personally thought that she should vary up her themes to more than just monster and man in carnal union. Whenever it wasn’t that, she helped out at local greengrocer, out of desire to help people she’d made friends there. For myself, well, I helped out the Knights of The Ice Flower whenever I had the time, mostly with cleaning and the like. I never had much faith in the Order in the first place, and even less after becoming one with Mille, but it was the place I felt most at home, so I vowed to make things a little easier from them, and they seemed to appreciate my efforts.

Thankfully, both the Knights and the greengrocer were understanding people, and money was never really much of a problem, so staying home simply to spend the day making the other shiver in delight was never a stressful thing. I was happier than anything else to be back in my beloved hometown, with my beloved, that others, monster and man alike, would also call this place their beloved hometown.

Mille walked over with me to the bed. I kissed her forehead once she did.

“So, who are they from?”

“Oh, friends, relatives of mine, old colleagues, you know them.”

They’d probably been stuffed in the mailbox morning today, or some days ago, but we’d only noticed around nighttime due to being wrapped up in having sex, or playing around with food, or reading some stupid but funny book I found the rest of the day. ‘Might as well check them now’, we agreed, ‘And write back sometime’. Anyway, the first one was addressed ‘To my darling son and daughter-in-law’. It was from my father and mother. After the Fall, some of the monstrous solders went to mom’s grave and infused her corpse with demonic energy, to which she rose from it a ghoul. Thereafter, I’m told, she made a straight path for my father, and jumped him to make up for lost time. On letter there was magic picture imprint on the paper with my ghoulish mother smiling closely at the imprinting device whilst doing a silly pose inside some white box, my dad smiling and not doing a silly pose.

“Hello, how are you doing, my little Vincent? Mom and Dad are still in vacation in Sadia- you should try going there some time, they throw quite the concerts! We got this imprint from some new gremlin technology they’ve placed there- they call them ‘photobooths’, and we had quite the fun messing around with them, let me tell you! You wrote to me that Mille was showing last time- I’m still looking forward to seeing my granddaughter! Anyway, I’ve been trying some new techniques on your dad, and…”

The rest was telling me and my wife some blowjob tricks mother had tried on my dad, giving me instructions on how to do them like we were children, and some more imprints of her doing them on dad inside this ‘photobooth’.

“Jeez, wow. Do they think I’m incapable of being embarrassed?”

“I don’t think they were intending any embarrassment, darling. They obviously just care about you and want to speak with you about what they’ve been doing.”

“I mean, I figured, but I’m still not used to it, incubi or no. And she really does use too many exclamation points…”

The next one was addressed ‘To Vince and his girl’.

“Hey there, its Dave, from Vorune. I’ve been having trouble writing letters as of late, due to my amazoness wife seemingly going into heat, and therefore dragging me out to the street so everyone can see. So, yeah. How’ve you been doing as of late? I remember last you wrote you and your girl got a swelled stomach. Nice. I remember back when we were Ordermen and every time you got real drunk, you’d bitch and moan at length about wanting a cute wife and child, so I’m glad to see you made progress on that dream. Anyway, things are going fine over here, though the look my kid Alma gives me sometimes is a bit scary, truthfully. I should probably let her out more. Anyway, I’ll write whenever next I have time. See you.”

“Dave?”

“It’s pronounced Da-ve, honey.”

“Oh yeah, that’s the husband of Acuecucyoticihuati.” Said Mille, without missing a syllable. “She’s a good friend of mine too. I got letter from her a few days ago, actually. It’s was about her being jealous that little Alma was going to snatch away her husband from her- that she was making sure that he spending more time with her so that didn’t happen.”

“Hm.” Said I, finally used to the mother-daughter relationships in monster families. “Well, then the obvious thing to do would be threesomes, yeah?” A joking smile appeared on my face. “Still though, multiple wives…How’d you feel about adding a little spice to our daily lives? See, I know this ha-“

“Don’t.”

“J-Just a joke, honey, it was just a joke!” It came from my mouth in panic-stricken tones, my defense mechanism instantly deciding it was best to try to wipe away her scary smile and voice. “A-A-Anyway…! …Uhh, this one’s from boss- sorry, boss’s wife…”

It was addressed ‘To Vincent Bolwerk and Mille Bolwerk’. Seeing those words made a smile on my wife – one of her radiant ones, not a scary one – and it infected me also with its cuteness.

“Sorry for the formality- I am not as familiar with you or your wife as Toby is, Mr Bolwerk. We overdid it last ball kicking session, so he’s currently recovering with my daughter helping. I suspect he will make a speedy recovery, like he always does, but he didn’t want to delay sending you a letter, so I’m doing this on his behalf. He is well, still living in Vorune, which has become a splendid village for dark elves such as myself. He spends his time home as a sex slave, licking my feet and being tied up and the like. Aside from that, he’s assisting his daughter as a partner in her sexual training- of which she’s a quick learner, may I say. She’s even learned how to do urethral inserts already. Aside from that, he says nothing much else to say, except that, like always, he’s happy to have accepted monsters into his life, and he hopes you, your wife and your child has a happy life.”

“You know, I never really figured boss’d be the type of guy to enjoy the whole whipping thing. Always struck me as the dominating type.”

“Well, appearances are usually deceiving. The opposite of the inside most of the time, really.”

“Yeah, guess so.”

Thereafter did I put the letters aside on the bedside cupboard once I’d said so. I’d received no letter from Sarah, but we lived in the same city now, so we could see each other anytime we wanted.

-I’ll never forget the first time I met her again……That was the first time I saw my plucky younger sister cry…And then she hugged me, I refused to let go for the longest time…

“A penny for your thoughts?” Apparently, I’d made my thoughts obvious through my expression.

“Well…I was just thinking about how, well…happy, I am. Ever since I accepted you, it’s felt like a great weight’s been lifted off my shoulders……And really, it’s all thanks to monsters I can say that.”

I looked at my sexy wife, her body just as overflowing with charm as always even with her big tummy. In fact, it may add more charm, seeing the symbol of our love that will to give life to this world. It was amazing how fulfilled a life could feel between only two people, it really was.

“…And thank you Mille…Thank you for showing me this happiness, and letting me share in it. I’ve said it before, and it’ll be as true now as it always was: I love you, Mille. For now, and forever.”

“Aaawwhhh~ Now, that’s real…Hah…sweet~♡” A heated pant escaped her, and I saw her fingers begin to move, as if they were separate organisms. I didn’t do anything to stop it, simply waiting for her to pop the question.

“Hey, hey, Vince? Um, that concern and love of yours, um…it made me a bit, ah, wet~♡ So, c-can I-?”

I opened my arms casually.

“Help yourself.”

“Vince~♡♡!”

I was jumped, laid flat on my back. I looked into her face, redolent with her greedy desire, with a smile.

“I-I know that the milk is for the baby, but I reeeaallllyyy liked doing the breastfeeding handjob with you, you looked so cute~♡ Soon, I’ll have two babies on my hands, won’t I, ahaaa~♡!”

There was so much of this woman, more than enough for a lifetime or several more. Being aware of this only brought one thought to my mind.

- Goddamn it, why the hell am I so lucky, I’m just an ordinary guy!

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