First Night (2)
“Ah... Uh...?”
Dazed, Carrot wore a utterly baffled expression. She glanced around, then looked down at her own body.
“Hm...?”
Her face seemed to say, Why am I like this? She shook her head briefly and pinched her cheek.
“It's a dream...”
She murmured softly with a flushed face. The suggestion I'd imprinted via the Sound Gate just moments ago had clearly taken hold. Watching her, the three triplets burst into laughter. The Sound Gate glowed on her lower abdomen, her lewd body fully exposed. She'd soon have her entire form toyed with and her yin energy sucked dry—yet she hadn't the slightest clue. That fact was hilarious. To think we could claim such a foolish, slutty woman.
Ruen licked her lips. She stared at Carrot's stiffly erect clit, then pressed down on it hard—squish.
“Hii... Hiiit...?”
Carrot let out a cute squeak, as if a button had been pushed.
“Sis. Does this really feel like a dream?”
“Uh, u-ugh-hut...!?”
Squish on Carrot's dazed clit once more. Her waist shuddered as she tried to respond.
“Sisss.”
“Y-yes...?”
“Answer me.”
“Th-that-heut—”
Before she could finish, another squish on her clit.
“W-wait a secooo... Th-that hiiit—”
Another press. Trembling, Carrot grabbed Ruen's arm—but Ruen kept mashing it playfully: squish, squish, squish.
“Ung, het... Hiiit... S-stop...”
Her clothes stripped bare, teased relentlessly on her clit—love juices gushed from Carrot's pussy. Her slick folds glistened wetly. Seeing it, Lucy gulped hard.
“S-sisss...”
“Y-yes, heeet...”
“C-can you stand up for a sec...?”
Her voice thick with excitement, she commanded. Carrot's legs quivered as she rose to her feet. Sticky nectar trailed down her thighs. Standing at attention, she panted thinly: “Hii.... Hii...”
The compassionate, spirited gaze she usually showed was gone. Now, only murky eyes clouded with raw lust remained. Lewdly spread hips and massive breasts. Lucy eyed that insolent figure with sticky hunger, then continued slowly.
“T-touch your own... n-nipples... y-yourself...”
“Nipples...?”
Hearing that, Carrot touched her nipples. Literally—just brushing them with her index finger.
“Like this...?”
The triplets bit their lips at the sight. They'd momentarily forgotten: Carrot was a human who'd never once masturbated. One who'd lived her life utterly rejecting pleasure. Lucy pressed her tingling lower belly lightly.
“N-no... Th-that's not how...”
She resolved to soil this pure white canvas with her own will. A body trained devoutly in doctrine—now perfectly toned and balanced, only to be toyed with by them. Lucy wanted to tell her: All that sweaty training, the daily prayers, the holy power honed diligently, the doctrines memorized with that brilliant mind—they were all to offer us this fruit of depravity. Thanks for living so hard as our priestess.
“Hehe...”
With the switch flipped, Lucy grinned darkly. Her tail coiled around her plump, lewd thigh. Taking a deep breath, she continued slowly.
“Just like that... M-move your f-fingers... down...?”
“Y-yes...”
Carrot obeyed meekly. The finger pressing her nipple slid downward—shlick, a lewd friction sound lingered.
“U-up again...”
Shlick—up it went.
“Ung...”
A moan slipped out simultaneously.
“Eh...?”
Carrot seemed not to grasp the sound from her own mouth.
“K-keep... r-repeating it...”
Shlick, shlick—she complied blindly. Shlick, shlick, shlick—as her finger moved slowly, her earlobes began to redden.
“Eh... Ut...”
Cute moans leaked out. Her voice grew wetter, but she couldn't stop rubbing her nipples. Lucy hadn't ordered it.
“G-good... F-faster and faster...”
“Eh... Ut... Th-this feels weird... so weird...”
Carrot spoke while flicking her nipples with her finger. Legs trembling, translucent nectar dripping— she'd learned her first “nipple masturbation” by her own hand.
Ruen slipped behind her.
“Good girl... Keep fiddling those nipples like an idiot...?”
She whispered a yin incantation. Then squish—pressed and massaged Carrot's lower belly.
“Hii, hiii... W-wait... stooop...”
“There, there... Good girl... Keep touching till your arms go limp...”
“Ughk, hiik. Uk...”
Flick, flick—vulgar groans spilled from Carrot's throat. Strained, as if scraping to hold back pleasure. Succubi couldn't resist such a delicious sight: love juices dripping from her pussy, fiddling her own nipples, wildly aroused by whispered yin words.
Unable to hold back, Lua crawled forward and gripped her hips tight. Pressing her lips to the honey-dripping crotch—slurp, slurp—she began devouring yin energy.
“Ek, hiik?!”
Her waist bucked wildly at the sensation of lips sucking her pussy freely—but Ruen's grip never loosened. If anything, fiercer, guzzling yin.
Flick, flick—yet Carrot couldn't stop her nipples.
“Hng, ghek— S-stop... p-please... stop...!”
“Mmm... That's how you masturbate your nipples. Remember it...?”
“N-nooo... Don't wanna... r-remember... masturbation...!”
“Nooo... You have to remember... Get hornier fiddling those nipples...?”
“Eh... Eek... Hiiiik...”
Carrot's body was already a wreck. Her overdeveloped nipples mauled wildly. Pussy slurped relentlessly. Lewd words forcibly engraving lifelong unknowns into her brain. She'd forget tonight—but nipple masturbation would stick. For the rest of her life devoted to Manus as priestess. Right now, they'd stolen the priestess's body from the goddess.
“Now... How's it feel...? Gonna cum...?”
“Hiiit... Don't want this... nooo... hot thing no...”
Carrot shook her head madly at Ruen's whisper. The “hot thing”—climax sensation. She remembered that night. Twisting waist, squirting, grand orgasm. But that was her first and last mercy. No way they'd let her cum freely now. Taming a tiger needs the whip.
“Now, then...”
Ruen, who'd whispered yin diligently—
“Stop there.”
Ordered nipple masturbation to halt.
“Heeet...?”
Carrot's fingers froze. Bewildered, she stared at Ruen.
“Eh... Uh...?”
Tears welled; Lua's absorption stopped too. All stimulation ceased instantly. But the piled pleasure remained—face beet-red, panting miserably.
“No. Can't cum without our orders.”
“Y-yes...?”
“From now on, we decide if you climax.”
“Wh-what's th-that... Hiiit?!”
Not understanding, Carrot's belly got squish instead of an answer. Massaging her most sensitive spot roughly.
“Ugh, hngh... Uk... W-wait...!”
Waist arching to cum—right at the edge, Ruen yanked away with a bright smile.
“There, stop again.”
“Hek, hek...!”
Edged twice, Carrot looked insane. Face drenched in cold sweat, drool from slack mouth. Pussy a sopping mess. Amid it, the Sound Gate glowed far brighter. Still settling—but to reinforce it, fully claim her body, she needed sexual pleasure. The greater, the stronger the Sound Gate. Teasing like this was most efficient. On the brink, not quite. Driving her mad. Sound Gate training basics.
“Hii... Hiik...”
Legs quaking, Carrot wailed high-pitched. Gaze on Ruen—unconsciously begging climax. No chance we'd indulge.
“Well then...”
Ruen paused, as if issuing a command.
“Shall we do it once more?”
Voice thrilled.
“A-again...?”
Already near madness before—yet no release, just nipple fiddling again. Pure torture for pleasure-inexperienced Carrot. But it'd ripen her body, yield tastier yin.
“Wh-while doing that...”
Lucy stared at shrinking Carrot.
“P-please touch your nipples... a-again...”
She continued, lips curling up.
The usual periodic report with Lucia. Inside the hologram, she looked gravely serious.
“The world's gotten so rough.”
I sighed lightly in reply. She nodded slowly.
“Demon group?”
“Lame naming sense...”
Groups like this still popping up... I scowled unpleasantly. Humans and demons had coexisted over a century. Demons integrated into society; endless wars ended. If things stayed this way, people like me wouldn't be needed. But occasionally, lunatics cried to “return to the romantic old days.” This Longinus Spear was one such. Big difference, though: the former were loners; this was a massive organization.
“Huh? Aren't I on dispatch?”
“Mmm... Got it. If you say so.”
There was that possibility. The group stirring trouble lately, and Rachel inviting a holy knight to her mansion by chance. No ignoring the connection.
“Yeah. I'll keep it in mind.”
“Got it, got it.”
Lucia's eyes looked deeply worried. I met her gaze, smiling as if to say no needless fretting.
“Yeees, yeees. Don't worry too much.”
Holy power, physical prowess—I bowed to no one—
“Whatever comes, I'll win.”
Devotee of Manus, strongest holy knight.