A Night Dyed in the Desires of the Doll and the Succubus (3)
The secret place that clothing had always kept hidden from prying eyes. The woman’s most intimate treasure, nestled between flawlessly smooth, pristine thighs. What had once been untouched, unexplored territory now lay fully exposed before the Demon Lord and her secretary.
Its prettily closed petals spoke of absolute purity, untouched by any experience of intercourse. Yet the lewd, glistening honey that flowed from within revealed how fiercely her body burned with anticipation for the act.
“Haa…”
“…Hngh…!”
Neromeltia had slipped her head between Beatrice’s spread legs and was staring openly at her most private place. She blew a gentle puff of air across it. Beatrice’s body jerked as if an electric current had shot through her, a tiny moan escaping her lips.
Since she was an artificial being made of synthetic cells rather than blood and flesh, there was no flush of blood to color her skin. Even so, the way her usual composure had shattered, the ragged quality of her breathing, and the trembling of her limbs made it abundantly clear how desperately aroused she had become.
“Beatrice. You’re far too adorable, you know?”
Schlick!
“…Kh… Haaah…!! M-Master…!!”
The moment Neromeltia’s tongue pried open the tight entrance and slid inside, every trace of Beatrice’s usual stoic mask vanished. All that remained was a lewd doll who had thrown her head back, eyes squeezed shut, body quivering in ecstasy.
Chu.
“Huuuuh…!!”
“My, my… you’re already so hard here. Poor thing…”
While Neromeltia’s slick, relentless tongue licked along her folds and thrust deep inside, every ounce of Beatrice’s attention was focused on the overwhelming sensation. Lusteria chose that moment to press a light kiss to one of her stiff, swollen nipples. Beatrice’s body twisted violently as a much louder moan tore from her throat.
Finding the reaction adorable, Lusteria began to nibble, suck, and occasionally flick the sensitive buds with the tip of her tongue, using every trick she knew. No matter how many times the same spot was stimulated, Beatrice’s high-performance artificial cells never dulled. The nerves remained exquisitely sensitive, transmitting every spark of pleasure without the slightest fade. The only result was that her already overstimulated cells swelled even further with excitement.
“Mmmph.”
“…Nngh…! Mmmph… Mmm…”
Lusteria lifted her head from the stiff peaks and began showering Beatrice with kisses while her hands kneaded the doll’s firm breasts and smooth backside. At the same time, Neromeltia continued her obscene oral service, her fingers gently stroking the succubus’s plush thighs.
Sexual service from two breathtaking beauties at once. Even a single source of pleasure would have been enough to make her lose control and tremble. The dual assault spreading across her entire body was an overwhelming wave she could barely endure.
Squish!
“……!! …! ……!!!”
Beatrice’s inner walls suddenly clenched tight around Neromeltia’s tongue, which had been buried deep and stroking every inch of her slick passage. A gush of clear nectar sprayed out, flowing along the Demon Lord’s tongue and splattering across her face and into her mouth.
After several rapid contractions and relaxations, Beatrice arched her back, let out several silent screams, and collapsed limply onto the bed.
She lay there gasping with shallow, rapid breaths, eyes glazed and unfocused. Her mouth hung open, unable to close, as she panted with raw exhaustion and lingering heat.
Neromeltia gazed down at her, rolling the maid’s nectar across her tongue with obvious relish before opening her mouth to show that she had swallowed every drop. A thin strand of saliva glistened at the tip of her sharp fang, catching the soft light. The sight of the same tongue that had just been buried inside Beatrice now lewdly licking those glistening lips felt utterly obscene.
Beatrice watched the entire display through half-lidded, dreamy eyes.
Neromeltia turned to Lusteria, tilting the succubus’s chin up with a finger and drawing her close. She captured those hot, desire-drenched lips with her own. Lusteria closed her eyes tightly, melting into the kiss her beloved Master offered, then wrapped her arms around her with desperate strength and returned it just as passionately.
Even as their tongues danced in a heated exchange of saliva, Neromeltia’s crimson gaze remained locked on Beatrice. Their eyes met—ruby meeting sapphire—with an intensity that seemed to command, Watch me closely. The look burned with powerful desire and intent.
Then Neromeltia turned that same gaze on Lusteria and pushed her secretary firmly backward onto the bed.
“Kyaa!”
The unyielding strength in her Master’s hands left no room for resistance. Lusteria let out a small cry as she was pressed down, her body already trembling with an indescribable thrill.
Her absolute ruler, the one who sat upon the highest throne and possessed overwhelming power. The mere thought that this being was about to devour and savor her body sent waves of greedy libido surging up from the depths of her chest, nearly stealing her breath.
To be pinned beneath a power so absolute that neither will nor strength could possibly defy it, to offer everything she had—such thoughts only made an even deeper affection boil up inside her until it was almost painful.
She loved her Master’s gentle, merciful caresses. But she also loved it when that same Master took her roughly and pinned her down.
Slide.
“Haaaaah…”
The lewd negligee with its plunging neckline was caught at its center and pulled. Lusteria’s large breasts spilled out with a heavy bounce, revealed in an instant. The garment had already been cut so deeply that the slightest tug was enough to let her chest overflow the neckline completely. The loose fabric now dug tightly into the soft underside of her breasts.
Lusteria’s entire body had grown hypersensitive. With her breasts fully exposed, even the slightest movement of air against her skin sent sharp jolts of pleasure racing across their soft surfaces. Her already razor-sharp senses drank in every sensation.
Chu! Chu! Chu!
“Haaah… Hngh…!!”
Lifting one of Lusteria’s legs, Neromeltia began planting a trail of soft kisses along its elegant line. Starting at the ankle, the kisses slowly traveled upward until they reached her thigh. With every inch her Master’s lewd lips climbed, Lusteria’s desire swelled even greater.
Her soft, plush thighs were already soaked and glistening. Even before Neromeltia had begun pleasuring Beatrice, Lusteria had been helplessly dripping. While she and her Master had been lavishing attention on the doll maid and exchanging heated kisses, her arousal had only accelerated. The insides of her thighs were now drenched as if she had stepped out of a bath.
And her Master was now kissing those nectar-soaked, shameless thighs without the slightest hesitation.
“You’ve waited long enough, haven’t you?”
“…Hngh… Master… Please… hurry… give me your love too…!!”
Neromeltia’s lips, now glistening from kissing those drenched thighs, curved into a thin smile. Her tongue lightly licked across them. Then she pressed her own dripping sex firmly against Lusteria’s and began rocking her hips with fierce intensity, grinding their most intimate places together.
Squish!! Smack!! Schlick!! Squelch!!
“Hyaaaaaaaah…!!!”
Her body had grown so feverish that even a moment’s delay had felt like torture. Now that true intercourse had finally begun, a long, ecstatic cry burst from her throat. The towering dam of lust that had been building and building finally shattered. A torrent of pleasure crashed over her like a waterfall, ripping screams that sounded almost like sobs from her chest.
“Nnghaaaaah…!! Haaahngh…!!! Hngh…!! Hyuuuuuuuh…!!!”
“Haa… Haa…!! Lust… I’m just as soaked as you…!!! Can you feel it…!?”
“Nngkh…!! Yes!! I can feel it!! Master’s pussy… so wet and messy…!! It feels so goooood…!!!”
The more violently Neromeltia moved, the more lewd nectar sprayed in every direction, completely soaking the pink sheets. Lusteria answered her Master’s wild hip movements by lifting her own hips and shaking her ass, matching the rhythm with eager enthusiasm.
The area around Lusteria’s sex had flushed a deep, vivid red from overwhelming arousal. Neromeltia was no different. Even as she thrust fiercely, she never stopped pressing tender kisses to the raised leg she held.
Feeling the deep affection radiating from her Master, Lusteria gazed up with eyes the color of amethyst dripping with honeyed desire. Within those eyes pooled a love so profound it seemed to have no bottom.
Tears streamed endlessly from her hazy, pleasure-drunk eyes. Those tears soaked the heart-shaped silk pillow beneath her cheeks. Her breathing had grown erratic from the constant stream of rough moans, sometimes catching entirely. Each time, Lusteria would clutch desperately at the covers or pillows, writhing as she fought to endure the onslaught of ecstasy.
Chomp!
“Kyaaaaaaaah…!!!!”
Suddenly, while ravishing Lusteria’s body with fierce hunger, Neromeltia sank her teeth into one of the succubus’s breasts. The large, bouncing mounds—jiggling wildly from the violent movements—filled Neromeltia’s mouth with soft, yielding flesh. She could even feel the stiff, fully erect nipple pressing against the center of her tongue.
A sharp pain flared, but for Lusteria it only transformed into even greater pleasure. She let out a cry that held no trace of suffering, only pure bliss. The rough, crushing intercourse excited her even more, and the slight pain at her breast felt deliciously erotic.
When Neromeltia finally pulled away, a vivid bite mark remained centered on the nipple. Because the Demon Lord’s fangs were particularly sharp, the imprint was unusually deep and clear. It must have hurt, yet Lusteria only smiled with an expression drenched in rapture and reached out toward her Master with both hands.
Neromeltia laced their fingers together tightly. From the way Lusteria gripped her hands with all her strength, she could tell exactly how deeply her secretary had fallen into pleasure.
Soon Neromeltia’s movements grew even more intense. Lusteria instinctively sensed that the peak was approaching for both of them.
She tried to capture her Master’s beautiful form within her tear-filled, hazy eyes. The sweat-slicked skin glowed under the soft, warm light of the candles. Her flawless, porcelain skin sparkled like a jewel crafted by a master artisan. Even the beads of sweat seemed as precious as morning dew.
The sight of her Master’s equally large breasts—matching her own impressive size—bouncing wildly up and down was unbearably lewd and enticing. She wondered if her Master felt the same way every time they made love, staring at her own chest with that same hungry desire.
The firm abs that appeared each time her Master thrust powerfully radiated overwhelming strength. The long, elegant legs transmitted the raw physical power behind every violent movement, yet the soft, plush thighs surrounding that strength made her want to bury her face between them and fall asleep.
Despite the fierce, almost brutal nature of their coupling, the hands that held hers had never once squeezed with anything but tenderness. Only warmth and gentle touch flowed from them. Within that touch, Lusteria felt love, care, and respect, and it filled her with indescribable happiness.
Squish!! Squish!!! Squish!!!
The intense pleasure wiped away every thought born from that deep, warm love. A sexual ecstasy so powerful it could be called sensory violence rose all the way to her chest, even interfering with her breathing. Lusteria’s passage began to contract violently even though nothing was inside it. Neromeltia was experiencing the same thing. With every contraction, the nectar flowing from her only increased until it was practically spraying.
Just before the final peak, Neromeltia collapsed forward onto the succubus she had pinned down, pressing their bodies tightly together. The two heated female forms molded against each other, sharing their burning temperatures as their drenched skin slid and squelched together.
Schlick!! Squish!! Squelch!!! Schlick!! Schlick!!!
Once their bodies were fully stacked, rubbing their sexes together became impossible. As if they had planned it, both women simultaneously plunged their fingers into each other’s dripping entrances.
The direct stimulation of fingers stroking and pressing against their inner walls sent electric pleasure racing up their spines and into their brains. The more violently their hands moved, the more the pleasure grew vicious and relentless, numbing their minds.
Their breasts, crushed tightly together, flattened against each other with powerful pressure. The nipples at the center of that friction were rubbed raw in proportion to the force, grinding and poking against their counterparts. The stiff, swollen peaks pressed and rolled against each other, sending such intense pleasure through their entire chests that it seemed to reach the very hearts pounding wildly within.
“Aaaaaah…!!! Haaaaah…!!! Aaaaaaaaah…!!!”
“Nngkh…!! Hngh…!!! Kuuuuuh…!!!”
Lusteria began twisting and writhing as the mind-numbing, almost painful pleasure overwhelmed her. Her back arched sharply, hips bucking wildly. Every toe curled tight as she squeezed her eyes shut and let out screams that barely sounded like moans anymore. The sight proved just how helplessly she was being toyed with by the cruel grip of sexual ecstasy.
A succubus who should have been the one endlessly draining others through lewd intercourse was now the one swallowed by the jaws of pleasure, flailing pathetically. Yet even in this moment of sweet torment, the fingers plunging into her beloved Master’s sex never slowed or weakened. This was her irreplaceable duty and privilege, an ecstasy engraved upon both her soul and flesh.
And every ounce of the “pain” she felt right now was nothing but the pinnacle of joy and pleasure.
The piston-like movement of fingers grew so fierce it seemed they might set her passage on fire from friction alone. The powerful contractions of inner muscles could be felt even through the soft walls. Nectar gushed so violently it seemed her Bartholin’s glands might give out. Her clitoris stood out, swollen and vividly red. The obscene scent of their coupling had soaked half the sheet and was strong enough to overwhelm the senses.
Neromeltia and Lusteria reached climax at the same moment.
“Kyaaah!!! Haaaaaaaah…!!! Hngh!! Hngh!!! Hyuuuuuuuuuh!!!!!”
“Kh!! Hngh…!! Nngkh…!!! Aaaaaaaaah…!!!”
Their passages contracted and relaxed with rapid, violent force. The fingers buried inside each other were squeezed in rhythmic pulses. Every nerve and sense felt paralyzed by pleasure as their bodies convulsed again and again. Even then, the fingers inside each other only drove deeper.
With the intense orgasm, nectar erupted violently from within their sexes. It not only drenched the bedsheets but sprayed all the way to the walls of the tent. The overwhelming sensation of climax continued for a long time.
Only when the fierce convulsions finally began to subside and reason slowly returned did they become aware of each other’s heartbeats pounding fiercely through their pressed-together breasts. Only then did every movement of their lovemaking finally stop.
Lusteria gazed at her Master with eyes drunk on rapture. She slowly withdrew the fingers she had kept buried deep inside her. With an obscene wet sound, she brought her glistening fingers before her eyes, showing how thoroughly coated they were with her Master’s nectar, and giggled.
Then she slipped those fingers, soaked in her Master’s essence, into her mouth and began to suck them clean.
It was an utterly lewd act befitting a succubus, yet to those watching it only inspired feelings of cuteness and adoration.
Neromeltia leaned in and kissed the lips of her secretary, who was smiling while savoring her taste. A sticky, obscene kiss formed from the mixture of nectar and hot saliva. As she lost herself in that loving yet vulgar kiss, Neromeltia suddenly turned her head toward a strange sound coming from beside them.
There was Beatrice, completely captivated by the thick scent of sex. Though her eyes were hazy and drunk, her gaze had never once left the two women who had been making love so passionately.
With one hand she was frantically fingering her own dripping sex while the other kneaded her breast and rolled her nipple in circles. She was masturbating with desperate intensity. Beneath her hips, a puddle of nectar had already formed, soaking the sheet where she sat.
“…Hngh…! M-Master…!! Me… Me too…!!”
An Ego Doll who was even shedding tears as she begged. It seemed the obscene display of intercourse between her Master and the secretary had ignited her own desires until she had gone into heat.
Only now did Neromeltia begin to understand why Ronald Gutman, Beatrice’s creator, had chosen not to use artificial cells when making other Ego Dolls, opting instead for metal and magic stones alone. Ronald, who valued function above all, must have trusted only the precise, unchanging performance of mechanical parts and mana circuits. He would never have relied on cells, which came with far too many unpredictable variables.
Yet that same Ronald had listened to his friend Neromeltia’s request just once. Using beauty as his justification, he had developed artificial cells and created the one and only Ego Doll who possessed them—Beatrice. Neromeltia found those very “variables” incredibly charming and lovable.
Squelch!! Schlick!! Schlick!!!
“Haaaaahngh…!! Master…! Master…!! Huuuuh…!!”
The Demon Lord and her secretary watched Beatrice frantically masturbating, clearly at a loss for what to do. Their eyes met. No words were needed; their thoughts flowed perfectly between them.
Slowly and tenderly, Neromeltia and Lusteria approached the desperate maid.
The two women, bodies still burning from their recent climax, threw themselves back into the flames of pleasure before the heat had even begun to cool.
Beatrice buried her face between Neromeltia’s ample breasts as the Demon Lord embraced her gently. From behind, Lusteria wrapped her arms around the doll and began slowly stroking the entrance that Beatrice had been fingering moments ago, coaxing her pleasure higher.
The three beautiful, sensual female bodies continued to comfort, entwine, and pleasure one another without end. Their lewd acts did not cease until the long night had passed and the first rays of sunlight began to illuminate the ground.