The Eye of the Storm
Beyond the narrow gap in the door (1)
The dinner had been lavish, if not exactly glamorous, filled with the heartfelt efforts of the orcs. After finishing the meal, Neromeltia and Lusteria climbed to the top of Stony Fortress’s spire to chat. They laughed at times, leaned against each other at others. Even the most oblivious observer could clearly see the deep affection flowing between the two women as they whispered words of love.
Nella had heard Neromeltia outline her plans for developing Caboni Forest and the surrounding area during dinner. Once the meal ended, she had risen first, declaring she would design the concrete steps for carrying out those plans. Normally, this would have been the time for her to return to her room and wrestle with documents in search of the best approach. Instead, she now stood hidden, watching the two women atop the spire with a troubled heart.
“Kyaa!” Lusteria let out a short yelp, startled by Neromeltia’s sudden embrace. She soon smiled in rapture and buried her face against her master’s chest, surrendering everything to her.
Holding Lusteria in both arms, Neromeltia rose smoothly into the air and slipped through a window into the inner keep. The window belonged to the guest floor reserved for visitors, and Nella knew exactly where the two women were headed.
A flush rose to her cheeks as conflict warred within her. Her clenched fists trembled. Her wavering gaze betrayed the anxiety churning inside.
This is wrong…
She kept repeating the words in her mind, desperately trying to restrain herself. She fought to suppress the raging emotions and regain her composure, yet once those feelings had broken free, they refused to yield control. Reason and emotion clashed violently, stirring greater chaos, while the ripples forming within her heart swelled into crashing waves that battered the walls of her rationality.
After the time it took to finish a single cup of tea, Nella’s trembling gaze finally settled and regained its calm. The haze in her eyes cleared, and her once-turbulent heart grew quieter than it had ever been.
Have you ever weathered a typhoon sweeping in from the distant sea? The restless winds gradually gather force, becoming gales strong enough to knock a person off their feet. The winds, knowing no limit, soon turn into a storm that shatters everything in its path without distinction. The fierce tempest rages without end, birthing a single typhoon that devours all in its wake. And just as the storm’s ferocity reaches its peak, a sudden stillness descends. That is the eye of the typhoon.
Nella’s heart had entered that eye. In this strangely stable moment devoid of even a single breeze, she cast aside every restraint and notion, becoming true to herself. She began walking toward the guest room the Demon Lord had entered. Even if it was the wrong choice, she had reached a point where she would not regret it.
The nameless emotion that disturbed her heart and brought a sharp ache—she resolved to uncover its true nature, even at the risk of danger. It was a decision made in a state of extreme rationality, so much so that she felt like a stranger to herself, and she chose to trust her own choice without the slightest doubt.
Yet once the eye of the typhoon passes, the cruel storm returns with renewed fury. It was the natural order of things.
Before long, Nella stood before the massive pine-wood door, six hundred mentols tall. Maintaining her calm without a trace of hesitation, she reached the guest room, yet she could not ignore the growing throb in the heart she had believed to be perfectly still.
Opening this door would mean there was no turning back. From the depths of her wavering heart, a sharp warning began to sound. The fresh-scented pine door carried a pleasant aroma as she approached, but the secret truth waiting beyond it was an unknown chaos whose outcome she could not predict.
Nella opened the heavy guest-room door with the utmost care, ensuring the hinges made no sound.
Creaaak.
“Hyaa…!! Haa…!! Hnnngh…!!!”
The door parted just enough to create a tiny gap. Though the opening was so narrow that not even a finger could pass through, it was more than sufficient to let the heated moans from within spill out.
A massive bed dominated the center of the guest room. At its heart lay two familiar women, their bodies pressed together. Their alluring forms were bare of even a single thread. Beyond the veil visible only to those permitted to see, Nella beheld Lusteria’s utterly disheveled appearance.
The succubus nestled in her beloved master’s arms, surrendering everything while accepting her master’s touch with obedient yet lascivious devotion. The chaste yet vulgar dual nature of the lust demon showed through as she shed tears even while wearing a radiant smile.
Neromeltia’s fingers had entered the secret place between Lusteria’s legs. The nectar-slick folds greedily sucked at her master’s fingers. Like a child’s lips sealed around a lollipop, her entrance clung tightly whenever the fingers withdrew, reluctant to let them go. The flesh stretched and followed the retreating digits, as if unwilling to release them.
Obscene wet sounds filled the guest room, revealing just how deeply Lusteria was lost in pleasure.
Schlick!! Squish!! Squelch!!!
“Nngh…!!”
Every time Neromeltia’s fingers changed angle inside her, the lewd sounds of the slick fluids shifted in tone, and the succubus’s wanton cries transformed with each movement. Lusteria had become an instrument played by Neromeltia’s touch—an alluring instrument that poured forth vulgar, lascivious melodies without a single false note, singing with honest affection and all her being.
The performance on the bed had become a duet.
“Haa… Hnnngh…!!”
“Nngh…!! Haa…!!”
The Demon Lord and the succubus pressed their spread legs together, their most intimate places meeting. Clinging to one another, they began to grind slowly—carefully, yet stimulatingly. Though the motion was gentler than the earlier fingering, Lusteria seemed to feel even greater pleasure. Even the usually composed Demon Lord, Neromeltia, could no longer fully suppress her voice; heated moans escaped her crimson lips.
Though she had only been teasing Lusteria’s insides with her fingers, Neromeltia’s own folds had grown just as drenched, her reason numbed by sensation no less than the succubus’s. This was no mere physical play between bodies.
“Hnn… Haa…!! Haaah…!!”
“Kuh…!! Haa…! Haaah…”
Their joined flesh rubbed together in the smallest of motions, yet both women were already overwhelmed by unbearable pleasure. Even the slightest twist of their hips sent tremors through their alluring bodies, as though electrified, making their ecstasy plain. All their nerves focused solely on the contact between their most sensitive places, and even the tiniest movement drew forth heated cries.
Nella was shocked by the far more lascivious scene than she had imagined. She had expected something, yet the limit of her imagination had remained at the level of romance novels. Having encountered the act of intercourse only within such books—where it was usually summarized in a few vague lines—her knowledge of sex was practically nonexistent. Even those novels had been strictly kept out of her reach by Beriberi if they were too decadent, so she had never had the chance to learn the unfiltered truth of the act.
Innocent and inexperienced, Nella had no immunity to such things. At this moment, her heart felt ready to burst, leaving her deeply flustered. It pounded so violently she could barely endure it, and calming her wildly racing emotions grew increasingly difficult. Her breathing quickened, and the unfamiliar heat spreading through her body felt awkward and alien.
Without realizing it, Nella sensed a faint yet undeniable presence stirring deep within her—a subtle, thrilling ache she had never felt before. She sank to the floor, arms wrapped around her trembling body. Even as her legs gave out and she collapsed, her gaze never left the scene upon the bed.