Through the Narrow Door Crack
Beyond the narrow gap in the door, a large wooden table beside the bed’s headboard levitated a single teardrop-shaped bottle, which flew straight into Neromeltia’s hand. The transparent vessel was filled with sugar-preserved plum slices suspended within. The plum mead it held slipped past Neromeltia’s lips, gliding along her smooth tongue before sliding down her throat. Sweet yet tart, the drink restored vitality to her moisture-starved body and quenched her thirst.
Lusteria’s pussy wept helplessly, begging for her master’s merciful touch. Like water leaking from a cracked jar, her vaginal entrance released a constant flood of nectar that soaked the bedsheets beneath her.
“Your love juices are flowing so heavily. Lusteria must be terribly thirsty.”
“Haaauuu… nngh… huuuu…”
Overwhelmed by sensations that only grew stronger and refused to be satisfied, Lusteria could only gaze at her master with hazy, pleading eyes.
Neromeltia took a sip of plum mead into her mouth, then calmly sealed her lips over Lusteria’s. The succubus’s mouth hung open, ragged breaths escaping alongside the scorching heat of her lust. Lusteria’s slender, elegant throat began to work, swallowing the sweet liquid little by little.
The plum mead Neromeltia shared was heavily infused with sugar—a luxury item that even the most devoted orc drinkers rarely encountered. For a sweet-lover like Lusteria, the sugared cordial was pure bliss.
Yet the succubus seemed utterly uninterested in the flavor. Once she had received every drop, her lips refused to leave Neromeltia’s. She drank her master’s saliva with rapturous delight, savoring the faint, refreshing tang of plum that lingered there.
Neromeltia deliberately pried the clinging succubus away, then tilted the bottle and began pouring the remaining mead into her own deep cleavage. She pressed one arm beneath her breasts, gathering the heavy globes to keep the liquid from spilling. The motion made her characteristically large, voluptuous breasts swell even more prominently.
“Drink it all, and I’ll give you what you want.”
Like a mother offering milk to her child, Neromeltia presented her breasts to Lusteria. The succubus’s breathing grew harsher at the sight of those alluring mounds so close to her face.
Slurp.
“Haa…!”
Above all else, the soft, yielding texture of those breasts. Lusteria buried her face in the deep valley between them and began to drink. Yet the sweet taste of the mead was nothing compared to the rich, feminine scent that filled her senses. Every movement of her lips against Neromeltia’s skin sent jolts of pleasure through the Demon Lord, who occasionally let out soft moans while continuing to pour the cordial with an affectionate smile.
Soon the bottle ran dry. Lusteria began licking the last traces of mead from her master’s breasts, extending her tongue in long, sticky strokes. The servant’s tongue cleaning those sugar-soaked mounds was both diligent and shamelessly lewd.
Just as she was losing herself in the soft texture and intoxicating feminine aroma, a single small plum slice dropped in front of her eyes. It landed squarely in the valley of Neromeltia’s cleavage—the last piece coaxed from the bottom of the upturned bottle.
Their eyes met at close range. The adorable succubus immediately understood what her Demon Lord desired. While Neromeltia levitated the empty bottle and returned it to its proper place, Lusteria took the plum slice between her lips. Then, still holding it in her mouth, she pressed herself tightly against her master and kissed her deeply.
Their tongues tangled in a lewd, passionate kiss. Between them, the sweet plum slice tumbled and rolled, passed back and forth endlessly from one mouth to the other. It had become nothing more than a tool for their desire.
“Hngh… kuuuh…!”
From her hiding place, Nella fought to stifle her breathing as she watched the two women indulge in their debauchery. She struggled to suppress the moans that kept slipping past her lips, yet her hands betrayed her completely, only heightening her own lust.
One hand kneaded her sensitive breasts. Though the motion itself was not particularly rough, the coarse fabric of her combat uniform scraped against her swollen nipples, sending powerful waves of stimulation through her body. Her other hand cautiously stroked the outer folds of her throbbing pussy. Nothing had entered her yet, but simply rubbing her closed outer lips and the plump flesh around them brought jolts of electric pleasure.
Even as her knees buckled from the draining force of her desire, her hands continued their frantic work between her legs.
I-I’m… wet… I’ve gotten so wet…
Intoxicated by the tingling sensations, Nella stroked herself faster. The heat swirling inside her underwear had been easy to miss at first, but when the fabric clung wetly to her fingers, she finally pulled her hand free and saw the truth. Her hand glistened with sticky fluid; long, glistening strands stretched between her fingers.
The sight of her own juices flowing so copiously—something she had never experienced before—left her stunned. Yet she felt possessed, her reason completely paralyzed.
Gulp.
Tense with anticipation she could not name, Nella swallowed hard. Still breathing heavily, she stared at her soaked hand—until a loud cry from the bed snapped her attention back to the gap in the door.
“Hyaauuuuuuuugh…!!!”
Lusteria lay with her legs spread obscenely wide, releasing a long, throaty cry as she accepted her master’s fingers. Neromeltia’s digits plunged deep into the succubus’s pussy, thrusting and stirring her inner walls with rhythmic intensity. Thick nectar oozed between the two fingers, coating them in slick, glistening strands.
Seeing the same sticky fluid that now drenched her own hand, Nella understood. If she imitated what she saw, could she feel the same pleasure Lusteria was experiencing?
Her breathing grew even more ragged. Her already erect nipples throbbed so violently it felt as though tiny hearts pulsed at their tips. Each throb sent currents of unbearable pleasure racing through her body.
The female form on the bed arched and trembled, crying out in endless lewd moans. Nella’s own pussy throbbed in sympathy. She pushed her wet hand back inside her underwear.
“Hnghuuu…!!”
The sensation was far stronger than before. Even touching the outer folds produced this much pleasure. Fear and excitement warred within her as she wondered what would happen if she followed the scene on the bed more closely.
It reminded her of childhood—secretly climbing a chair to touch the liquor shelf her older brother Beriberi had strictly forbidden. The same mix of fear and thrilling anticipation. Yet the feelings surging through her now were incomparably fiercer.
She spread her outer lips and touched the sensitive inner folds.
“Huk…!!!”
A sharp spike of pleasure shot up her spine to the crown of her head. The moist, delicate membrane sent such intense ecstasy through her that her entire body stiffened. After barely enduring the reflexive moan, an even greater wave of lust crashed over her.
Stronger stimulation. An unexplored realm of sensation. What had once felt foreign and embarrassing now only fueled her desire.
“Hyauk…!! Haaauuuu…!!! M-Masteeeeer…!!!”
“Kuh…!! Hauk…!! Haaaaaaa…!!”
The two women on the bed pleasured each other’s most secret places. Fingers plunged into slick pussies, rubbing deep along twitching inner walls with relentless intensity. Sticky nectar splashed messily with every thrust.
Squish!! Squelch!! Schlick!! Schlick!!!
The obscene wet sounds of their juices filled the room in time with their frantic movements. Lusteria gripped the sheets with white-knuckled strength, barely able to endure the overwhelming pleasure, yet her hand never stopped pleasuring her master. Neromeltia’s hips occasionally twisted in delight, her body trembling delicately, but her own fingers continued their relentless assault on Lusteria’s pussy. She even leaned down to suck and knead the succubus’s generous breasts.
Watching the lewd spectacle, Nella resumed touching herself. Her fingers danced teasingly over her soaked inner folds. A hot trickle of nectar ran down her firm thigh and dripped onto the floor.
She looked down. The front of her short uniform bottoms was visibly soaked, as though she had wet herself. The sight was mortifying—yet she could not stop. Her fingers moved with increasing urgency as she continued to watch the passionate coupling inside the guest room.
“Hyaauuuu…!! M-Masteeeeer…!!! I… I’m cumming…!!!”
“Haaauuu…!! Let’s… together… hauk…!! Let’s cum together…!!”
Though Nella did not fully understand the word “cumming,” she instinctively knew it signaled the peak of their pleasure. Her hand moved faster without conscious thought. She had completely surrendered to the rising tide of ecstasy.
Her other hand abandoned gentle kneading and began pinching and rolling her nipples through the rough fabric. The added friction transformed her sensitive buds into something akin to a second sex organ.
“Hyaauuuuuuuuuuu…!!! Huk…!!! Hik…!!! Kuuuhhhhhhhhh…!!!!!”
“Kuhuuuuuuugh…!!! Ungk…!! Haaaaaaa…!!! Aaaaaaaaaa…!!!”
The Demon Lord and her succubus were reaching their climax together. Both bodies convulsed violently, writhing beneath the crashing waves of orgasm. Powerful spurts of nectar sprayed from their pussies, gushing repeatedly in hot, glistening arcs.
After what seemed like an eternity of trembling and spasms—long enough for a teapot on a lamp to come to a boil—the two women gradually began to calm. Lusteria’s large breasts still heaved with each panting breath. Her body continued to twitch intermittently, showing just how powerful her release had been.
Neromeltia, face buried between those soft mounds and breathing hard, trembled as well. Even the simple act of embracing her partner made her hips twist sharply, revealing how deeply the aftershocks still coursed through her.
At the center of the enormous bed, a wide circular stain spread outward from their entwined bodies. The sheets were so thoroughly soaked it looked as though someone had overturned a jar of water in the middle of the mattress.
The two women, drenched in sweat, tears, and nectar, sought each other’s warmth once more. They tangled together, sharing slow, affectionate kisses as they drifted into blissful contentment.
More time passed. The night grew deeper still.
Neromeltia lifted the sleeping Lusteria, who had fallen into a pleasant, exhausted slumber, and carried her to the dry, fluffy upper portion of the bed. She tucked the succubus in gently with a blanket.
Then, still completely naked in all her bewitching glory, she opened the massive door of the guest room. The corridor was empty, lit only by the soft flicker of sparsely placed wall candles.
Neromeltia glanced down at the floor just outside the door. A small, dark stain marred the red carpet where liquid had clearly dripped. Knowing exactly what it meant, the Demon Lord allowed herself a satisfied, knowing smile.