The Succubus's Groundwork
Under Malcolm's protection, I woke up without a single scratch on me.
"Ahh, that was a good sleep. This is how a person is supposed to sleep."
Not chained up on a dirt floor — finishing the day and starting the next one in an actual, comfortable bed. In that respect, yesterday had been a genuine stroke of luck.
Gender aside, it wasn't that I hated sex. I just wanted a decent night's sleep even more, so I chose sleep.
"Hey, random question — were those bastards packing?"
"So even in an eroge world, they're not automatically hung. Huh."
I felt a little sad. Those guys had been born as males in a world like this, and they were going to die lonely without ever getting to properly swing their dicks around.
"Let's at least say a prayer for those bastards."
I got down on my knees, clasped my hands, and prayed.
The goddess was a complete idiot who'd already fallen to corruption, so praying to her was utterly pointless. Instead, I offered my prayers to the ultra-gorgeous beautiful gir—
…to the ultra-gorgeous milf, lmao — Serena. In other words, myself.
"May you be reborn next life as a creature with a massive cock… yeah, as a tentacle that's nothing but dick from head to toe."
"It's a figure of speech, you little shit."
The prayer was really just my way of saying go screw yourselves for trying to screw me.
Knock knock.
"It's Malcolm. May I come in?"
Malcolm knocked. For a guy who looked like he'd kick the door in yelling, "Serena, you in there?!" he was surprisingly polite.
He'd saved me a lot of trouble last night, so the least I could do was throw him a little service.
"Come on in. I'm in the middle of praying."
"Is that so? Excuse m— Ghk!"
SLAM!
The moment Malcolm opened the door, he sucked in a sharp breath and shut it again at a speed that made his entrance look glacial by comparison.
They'd probably heard that all the way down at the front desk on the first floor. I worried for a second that the innkeeper might get mad — but nobody was going to yell at the captain of the guard.
"What the hell kind of prayer is that—!"
Malcolm, on the other hand, did manage to express something resembling outrage.
The reason was simple. Ever since I'd stripped out of my tattered nun's habit last night, I hadn't put a single stitch of clothing back on.
"Kahaha! It's a service. A service."
"Ahem! Just… finish getting ready and come downstairs."
His reaction was almost endearingly pure.
In a world where women got railed on the daily, I genuinely hadn't expected a response like that.
"Come to think of it, he might be deliberately putting on that scary face."
Underneath it, he was confirmed handsome stock.
And if he were a typical guard captain in a world like this, he should've been the type to go, "Hey, random inspection," and start groping your chest and sticking a hand down your panties like it was as natural as breathing.
See? Even the status window agrees.
I finished my prayer for those little-dicked bastards, got up, and opened the shop.
▸ High-Grade Nun's Habit — 100 Points
▸ Nun's Lingerie Set — 40 Points
Buying the bare essentials for survival had put a bit of a dent in my points. Still, clothes were a necessity, so I went ahead and purchased those two. The moment I did, my naked body was clad in the kind of nun's habit you always see in subculture media — dramatic side slits, figure on full display.
And since it had the word "high-grade" attached, the exposure was even more generous.
The lace lingerie set came with thigh-high stockings and a garter belt as a free bonus.
"Never thought I'd actually end up wearing something like this…"
It was a little dizzying, but yesterday had been so much more dizzying that this barely registered. I let it slide.
"Hey, on the way to the meeting, give me the rundown on the goddess… or rather, the religion."
"Grace?!"
I sank to the floor the instant I heard the goddess's name.
This was a curse. Divine retribution for every time I'd gotten horny, fired up the game, and looped the CGs and flashback scenes like a man possessed.
"…I'll take full responsibility and make damn sure she attains enlightenment. (Read: elimination.)"
"I'm telling you, Grace is going to want me to grant her corrupted self enlightenment."
It was ab-so-lute-ly not because I was scared shitless of her.
"Anyway, set Goddess Enlightenment as the top priority objective."
And so, with the status window's briefing running in the background, I headed for the meeting place under Malcolm's escort.
"Nade is dead? What about the pawns I stationed to protect that bitch?"
"Th-that is… they're dead, my lady. The three escorts assigned to her were all cut down by a single nun who entered the village."
A bloated, fat-laden orc was pressed flat against the floor in a deep bow.
Talk back and you die. Rub this vicious female the wrong way — Succubus Anes — and you die just the same.
Bowing to a female wounded his pride, but his will to survive ran deeper still, so he endured it.
"Fuck! Two months of training, gone!"
Anes shrieked in irritation and brought her right hand down hard on her [chair].
"Guh—!"
"Shut up! I went out of my way to make you a chair, and you can't even do that right!"
The chair had once been a priest. Now he was a worthless old man reduced to a succubus's furniture. His name was…
"Hey, orc. Kill this bastard, then get your dick hard."
"YAAAAARGH!"
Before the chair could even form a reply, the orc snatched up an iron club from beside him, surged to his feet, and brought it down on the chair's head.
CRACK!
A human skull burst open as spectacularly as a watermelon at a beachside smashing contest. And so ended the story of an old priest who never even got to leave a proper name behind.
Anes rose from the collapsing chair, looked down at the brain matter and blood coating her body, and clicked her tongue.
"Clean."
The blood and brain matter coating her flesh slid off and pooled on the floor.
Anes's expression cleared with visible relief. She was a succubus. She preferred semen and cock over blood and screams.
Not that she hated them. If semen ranked second, blood sat somewhere around fourth or fifth — provided it wasn't sticky and unpleasant.
And first place, of course, was—
"Heh heh. Still packing heat, I see. Makes sense the Demon King would look out for even the low-rank orcs."
"Yes. It's a point of pride for us orcs as well."
The orc shed the cringing posture from moments ago and carried himself with the same swagger as his own cock. Rude, servile, and savage compared to higher species — but when it came to his dick, the man was rock solid.
Anes licked her lips, climbed onto the orc, and lined her pussy up with his cock.
Schlick♡
A cute little sound rang out — but there was nothing cute about the cock that plunged into her.
"Ohh♡ Fuck."
Anes let out a moan thick with rapture and satisfaction.
The impact of bottoming out against her womb in a single thrust, combined with the raw sensation of that cock filling her pussy, made her body shudder in something like a brief seizure.
Instinct. A female so flooded with pleasure that her body celebrated on pure reflex. Her sleek black demon wings unfurled with a flutter, and a smooth tail emerged.
"Service me properly. Or else—"
"Lady Anes. I'm an orc."
The orc answered with the confidence of a man who needed no further instruction.
Anes seemed to like that answer quite a bit. A smirk curled her lips as she wrapped her arms around the orc's neck and locked her legs around his waist. The end result was Anes hanging off him like a clinging ornament.
Then the orc gripped her ass tight, hoisted her up, and—
SLAP!
—slammed her back down.
"Oooooh♡"
A female's cry echoed through the room.
Schlick-schlick-schlick♡
Squelch♡♡
The orc's hips worked. Anes's body rocked violently, and from her pussy a weaker tide of juices sprayed out in rhythm.
It was as rough and savage as a beast using a fleshlight — and Anes wore an expression that said she loved every second of it. This had long since left human reproduction behind. But for the mating of an orc and a succubus, it was a perfect match.
A cock's original purpose is to seed a womb with sperm. An orc's cock went further — declaring its intent to pry the womb open and plant its seed by force. Even without being a succubus, a cervical entrance is extremely tough, so the orc's cock hammered away like a battering ram laying siege to a castle gate.
Thud♡ Thud♡ Thud♡ Thud♡
"Harder♡ Fuck me harder♡ I'm almost there♡"
Anes drooled as she buried her nose in the orc's chest, and the orc's hips spun even faster. Anes's own movements accelerated to match.
Ejaculation and climax were imminent. Neither of them needed to say it out loud.
"Hiiiiiiih♡♡♡"
Brrrrrrrrrt♡
The orc's cum flooded Anes's insides.
"Ohoh♡ Ooooh, hoooooo♡"
Anes savored the ecstasy of orc semen pouring into her womb.
And then she went one better — she drained it. Sucked the vitality right out of his seed.
"Eheh~♡"
Anes's face went slack and lewd. Her pussy, by contrast, clamped down with iron discipline, determined not to spill a single drop of cum, while her ass winked open and shut as if begging for a cock of its own.
"Stick out your tongue. I'm kissing you."
"Yesh♡"
At some point the orc had started talking down to her, but Anes decided she didn't mind that either and obediently stuck out her tongue.
Slurrrrp♡♡ Schmooooch♡♡♡
A filthy kiss unfolded. And in her elevated mood, Anes decided that while Nade's death was a bit of a shame, it was fine. Over the past month, the roots had already taken hold.