The Night of Stony Fortress (3)
In the heart of Stony Fortress, where countless races had gathered to create one vibrant banquet, their ruler stood proudly at the front of the dais. The feast, once alive with dancing, singing, and lively chatter, fell into a natural silence without anyone needing to call for it. The atmosphere simply read the room and quieted on its own.
“Are you all enjoying yourselves?”
At the Demon Lord’s booming declaration, the residents answered with a chorus of cheers. Not a single face showed discontent; the genuine smiles lighting their expressions said everything.
“Become the most precious brothers and sisters to one another! If I see anyone acting awkward or distant starting tomorrow, I won’t let it slide!”
A thunderous roar erupted across the entire Stony Fortress, loud enough to shake the heavens, rolling far beyond the training grounds that had been perfectly transformed into a banquet hall. The moment the Demon Lord finished her precise words and stepped back, the residents began to enjoy the feast freely, no longer worrying about anyone’s gaze.
Neromeltia wore a satisfied smile at the warm, harmonious atmosphere and turned to leave the dais.
“My lord! Please stay and enjoy the banquet a little longer! Many will feel disappointed if you leave now!”
At the sudden voice laced with regret from behind her, Neromeltia turned around to see Oun standing there, holding an enormous barrel of beer. His face was flushed bright red from heavy drinking, radiating the classic aura of a seasoned drinker. The more intoxicated he became, the higher his spirits rose and the more emotional he grew.
“Don’t say that. The whole point is that the host has to step away so everyone can relax and enjoy themselves without feeling watched.”
“Grr! If anyone dares spout such insolence, I’ll wring their neck! Everything here is only possible because you exist for us, my lord! How could you possibly leave your seat just because of your subjects’ feelings? That is utterly unacceptable!”
“I don’t plan to skip every single banquet. Just not tonight. Tonight, harmony among the people matters more than my presence. That’s why I left early earlier as well. I only stopped by for a moment now that I had some free time, out of courtesy. I’d appreciate it if you all led the festivities well in my absence. After all, it’s your role to stand among the people and accomplish many things together.”
Neromeltia had not left her seat thoughtlessly. There was clear intention behind her actions. In truth, as someone who loved lively festivals and boisterous drinking parties, she would have found this gathering incredibly appealing. Yet she had chosen to step aside for the sake of her people. No matter how benevolent and merciful a ruler she was, she understood perfectly that a ruler remained a ruler; those of lower status could not help but feel conscious of her presence. At the same time, she had no intention of acting overly familiar so they could behave without restraint. A ruler had to maintain the dignity befitting her station for her words and will to carry true weight among her subjects. This was precisely why she usually presented herself with a stern demeanor quite different from her true nature.
Of course, once the foundations of Hemonigent were properly established and stability returned, she would no longer hide her naturally open personality. But for now, her dignity brought reassurance to the residents, so she had to show them the most trustworthy image of a ruler possible.
“…Then where are you heading, my lord?”
“You already know the answer, so stop asking. I heard our Lusteria even consulted with you.”
“Ugh! That’s…!!”
For a split second, Oun flinched violently, his massive body trembling. His eyes, larger than a bull’s, shook wildly and rolled about irregularly, perfectly reflecting his sudden panic. Having caught wind of his lord’s private affairs, he feared he might have incurred her displeasure and was already imagining the terrible consequences.
Watching Oun unconsciously clasp his hands together in sudden deference, Neromeltia pretended to be angry for a moment before letting out a small chuckle.
“Don’t be so tense. Thanks to you, Lusteria was able to shake off all her worries, I hear. I’m truly grateful that you handled what I should have done in my place.”
Seeing his lord offer such a relaxed smile and speak with sincere gratitude left Oun dazed. He could only stare with wide eyes and scratch the back of his head. Only then did he realize—perhaps because of how drunk he was—that at some point she had completely dropped her stern tone and authoritative bearing, treating him with casual warmth. It felt as intimate as if she were speaking to a close friend or younger sibling.
With alcohol coursing through him and emotions running high, Oun reacted with explosive passion.
“GRAAAAAHHH!! My lord!!! To think you would treat someone like me with such closeness!!! UGH-HUHUHUHU!!! I swear eternal loyalty to you for all eternity!!!”
“Y-yeah… Thank you……”
“Though this body is still lacking in mastery and may appear insignificant, I shall prove the sincerity of my loyalty!! Hup!! Side Triceps!!!”
“That’s really not necessary.”
Oun struck a pose that proudly displayed his swelling triceps while tears streamed down his face. Though Neromeltia was grateful for his fierce devotion, she had zero desire to stare at his bulging, veiny muscles. She firmly declined and descended from the dais.
Worried he might feel a little hurt, she glanced back at the banquet hall, only to see Oun proudly striking one dramatic pose after another, fueled by the cheers and admiration of several residents praising his magnificent physique. Reassured by his still-energetic demeanor, Neromeltia calmly returned to the VIP quarters where she had been staying.
Krrrrrrrk—
“I’m back.”
“Haaauuu…!! Heuaa…! Hueaaaaah…!!”
As the massive door to the VIP room—standing over six hundred mentols tall—opened and Neromeltia quietly stepped inside, she was greeted by the obscene, broken cries of a woman writhing in torment, her sanity slipping away.
Startled, Neromeltia hurriedly looked toward the source of the sounds. A woman sat bound on the bed, her limbs restrained by chains of black magical power. It was obvious that if those chains weren’t holding her arms upright, she would have long since collapsed with her face buried in the sheets. Her body hung limply, completely drained. Her face was a mess, soaked with flowing tears, and her captivating eyes were so full of moisture they shimmered, her vision heavily blurred. From her helplessly gaping mouth, sticky saliva dripped in long strands, soaking her body, while her tongue lolled out, twitching violently—clear proof that the stimulation had already surpassed her limits.
Her exposed feminine form was drenched in sweat, as though she had just finished bathing. Between her luscious thighs, her sex continuously leaked obscene nectar like water seeping from a cracked jar. Her body burned so hot it seemed ready to catch fire, her folds twitching intermittently as if expelling the sexual heat accumulated deep in her womb. A vivid crimson magical sigil was engraved on her lower abdomen, just above that lewd slit.
The woman enduring this relentless sexual torture, already half out of her mind, was none other than Lusteria, whom Neromeltia had left behind.
“Beatrice! I told you to release her if it looked like she couldn’t endure it anymore!”
“I judged that she could still bear it, so I left her as she was.”
“She clearly passed her limit ages ago!?”
Neromeltia immediately approached Lusteria and dispelled every chain of magical power restraining her. She caught the collapsing girl in her arms and placed a hand over the sigil engraved on her lower abdomen.
It was a beautiful yet obscene pattern—a heart shape adorned with a pair of wings. On its own it would have seemed merely pretty and cute, but placed on the lower belly it looked strikingly like a depiction of a woman’s womb and fallopian tubes, giving it an intensely lewd impression. The heart was furthermore wrapped in crossed chains, and at the center of both heart and chains sat a heavy padlock, making the entire design feel dangerously provocative.
Neromeltia poured magic power into the center of the sigil to activate its circuit, then used her finger to press the padlock symbol and slide it sideways. The lock and chain patterns instantly crumbled away like scattering powder, leaving only the heart and wings behind.
In truth, this had been a double-layered magical sigil. The heart-and-wings pattern endlessly amplified sexual sensitivity with an aphrodisiac effect, while the chains and lock engraved over it carried a restriction that prevented the woman from reaching climax. It had been cast under the pretense of punishing Lusteria, but it was really nothing more than a mischievous prank.
The plan had been to heighten her sensitivity to the extreme with the aphrodisiac sigil while the restriction kept her from orgasming. Then, at the right moment while Neromeltia was away greeting the guests at the banquet, Beatrice would dispel the sigil. Upon her return, Neromeltia would passionately enjoy the company of a thoroughly aroused Lusteria.
Yet Beatrice had not released the sigil even by the time her master returned to the VIP room, leaving Lusteria in endless torment. Though it hadn’t been that long, for Lusteria—who had already been so excited that she’d stripped naked and pounced the moment her master left—it must have felt unbearably endless.
After swiftly canceling the restriction sigil, Neromeltia moved to dispel the aphrodisiac pattern as well, placing her finger once more on Lusteria’s lower abdomen. But the succubus, barely able to think straight, grabbed her master’s trembling hand with her own shaking fingers, desperately preventing the sigil from being removed.
“Hngh…! Master…!!”
“What’s wrong, Lus? Are you okay?”
“…Please… with your merciful hand… hnguuuh… send me all the way… haaah…!! If you do that… I’ll be so happy…!!”
Lusteria did not want the aphrodisiac sigil removed. Instead, within the surging torrent of accelerating pleasure, she longed to reach heavenly climax beneath her master’s touch.
Neromeltia gazed down at Lusteria’s trembling, pleasure-drunk body. One of her hands couldn’t even cover half of those voluptuous breasts, and at their peaks, her nipples stood painfully erect. Swollen from hours of accumulated stimulation, they had lost their original shape and now resembled the size of a thumb joint.
Neromeltia firmly pinched one of those obscenely swollen nipples and gave it a slight twist.
“Hyaaaaaaaauuuu…!! Nnguuuuuuuu…!!!”
Splurt, splurt, splurt!
Even though the stimulation had only been applied to the tip of her breast, Lusteria twisted her entire body in violent spasms, writhing against the onslaught of pleasure. Nectar sprayed from her sex, splattering noisily onto the sheets.
Watching Lusteria display such an intensely powerful reaction, Neromeltia felt a powerful surge of arousal rising from the deepest abyss of her being.
“…Hngh…! I’m so happy…!! I love you…! Master…!!!”
“…I’ll make you feel good right now.”
Squelch!!
“Hyaaaaaaaauuuu!!!”
Neromeltia heard Lusteria’s scream-like moan and began moving to lead her beyond the shores of pleasure. She thrust her fingers deep into the succubus’s already twitching, thoroughly prepared entrance. The narrow, scorching interior of her secretary’s vagina was slick and overflowing with nectar. Despite the powerful clamping pressure, it greedily sucked in her master’s fingers with ravenous hunger.
Neromeltia curled the deeply inserted fingers upward toward the abdomen, pressing and rubbing hard against the inner walls. She was stimulating the exact spot where Lusteria felt pleasure most intensely—the trigger switch that led straight to orgasm.
“Ooooooooooh…!!! Nnghk…!! Kgh…!! Huuuuuuuuu…!!!”
Sobs that sounded almost like wailing burst from her throat as her eyes rolled back intermittently. Her legs shot out straight and rigid, beginning to tremble violently. Her toes curled tightly then stretched out stiffly in repetition, while both hands clutched at the nectar-soaked sheets, yanking them as if trying to tear them apart. Her body, helplessly thrashing before the violence of overwhelming pleasure, looked as though it might stop breathing at any moment; there was not a trace of composure left.
Yet in stark contrast to her pitiful exterior, her greedy vagina clenched tightly around her master’s fingers and refused to let go.
“Kghaaaaaaaah…!!! Haaaaauuuu…!!!”
Neromeltia adjusted the hand that had been twisting her nipple and roughly seized one of Lusteria’s massive breasts. As her master kneaded and squeezed without mercy, much like kneading a lump of dough, Lusteria let out bestial cries. The clear, beautiful, canary-like voice she once possessed had vanished, replaced only by increasingly hoarse, guttural moans.
Then a portion of Lusteria’s lower abdomen began to bulge slightly outward. Neromeltia’s fingers, which had been persistently rubbing her most sensitive inner spot, suddenly stabbed hard against that wall. The shape of her fingers became clearly visible from the outside, protruding all the way up to her belly.
Lusteria’s back arched violently in the opposite direction, her head thrown back so far it seemed buried in the bed.
“Kghyaaaaaaaaaaaaah…!!!! Ooooooooooh…!!! Ooooooh…!!! Nnghooooooooooook…!!!!!”
Splurt-splurt-splurt!! Splurt-splurt-splurt!!
Multiple flashes of convulsions crashed over her. Forgetting all dignity as a woman, she reached a climax befitting a pathetic female completely devoured by pleasure. The nectar that gushed out as powerfully as water from a garden fountain drenched the bed sheets with loud splashing sounds. The climax juices sprayed a full two hundred mentols away, soaking even the master who held her. Long after her body’s violent spasms had finally begun to subside and she collapsed limply onto the sheets, having expended every ounce of strength, the flow continued pouring out endlessly.
Drunk on an indescribable sexual euphoria, Neromeltia brought the fingers that had just been stirring inside her partner to her lips and sucked on them. The obscenely rich scent of their intercourse filled her mouth, and she found it incredibly sweet and pleasing.
Lusteria, having tasted the colossal orgasm that erupted when her massively accumulated sensitivity exploded all at once, passed out on the spot.
Thinking of how much the poor girl must have suffered from being neglected, Neromeltia felt a wave of guilt. Yet seeing her sleep so peacefully with a contented smile, she became convinced that perhaps the experience hadn’t been entirely unpleasant after all. Her heart eased.
Then, at Lusteria’s own earlier request, she dispelled the remaining aphrodisiac sigil still engraved on the girl’s lower abdomen.
Neromeltia moved Lusteria to the dry upper portion of the enormous bed and pulled over a section of the equally massive, untouched sheet to cover her warmly so she wouldn’t catch a chill. Because the bed and sheets were so large, there was far more dry fabric than wet; simply changing her position was enough to prepare a perfectly comfortable resting place.
Finally, she planted a loving kiss on the forehead of her adorable secretary, who slept with a blissful smile, breathing softly in sweet slumber.
After watching the cute child lost in deep sleep with a gentle gaze, Neromeltia turned her head, her expression shifting into something rather complicated.
“Beatrice. I told you to release her if it looked like Lus couldn’t endure it anymore… It seems our standards differ somewhat… Don’t you think?”
“It would appear so, Master.”
Even though her master was clearly rebuking her, Beatrice answered with perfect composure. Neromeltia did not like the maid’s impudent attitude of pretending to be oblivious. A smile stretched across her face so wide it seemed her mouth might reach her ears, and the expression looked distinctly wicked.
Wearing a terrifying smile that suggested she might devour someone alive if they crossed her, Neromeltia began advancing threateningly toward Beatrice.
“I wonder exactly how far one must go before they ‘can’t endure it anymore’ by your standards, Beatrice?”
“I believed that any servant who attends the Demon Lord—who stands above even the gods—should not allow something as trivial as sexual pleasure to sway them, even if it costs their life.”
Neromeltia suddenly wondered whether Beatrice had always been this cold-hearted. Given how exceptionally intelligent and capable the Ego Doll was, it seemed unlikely she had failed to understand the intent and will behind her master’s orders. Moreover, she had always conversed casually with Lusteria and cooperated well with her, making it hard to believe there was any bad blood between them.
However, finding the cause would have to wait. The immediate problem before her needed to be dealt with first.
“Whether it’s because your master is slow-witted or because your standards are simply incomprehensible, I cannot understand them at all. So why don’t you show me? Show me exactly what the standards of a servant of the Demon Lord truly are.”