Sensual Massage (2)
There stood Lucia, completely naked.
"...Sis?"
I stared at her, my face a picture of utter confusion.
"Yeah. Carrot."
Lucia nodded at my words. She approached me slowly, a faint smile playing on her lips. The sweet floral scent, the tender smile, even the light, butterfly-like steps—everything about her screamed Lucia.
But I was supposed to be in the succubi's mansion, carrying out a mission for the church. How could Lucia be here?
"Congrats on completing the mission. You've been through so much."
As that question lingered in my mind, Lucia wrapped her arms around me in a soft embrace.
Ah, so that's it. I'd finished all my assignments and come back home. That's why I could see her now. And this must be our usual bedroom where we always slept together.
Accepting it without a second thought, I looped my arms around her waist.
But... this doesn't feel like the church dorm...
A strange doubt flickered briefly, but it soon melted away under the sweet allure of Lucia's scent.
"I missed you so much..."
"Yeah..."
Lucia gave a short reply. Our eyes met, hers burning with fervent passion. I was naked too, and the room thrummed with an erotic tension. Then Lucia reached out and grabbed my breast.
Her hand—large for a woman—sank deep into my flesh. I let out a soft moan and continued.
"Haa... Lucia-sis... Nngh..."
"S-Sis... your breasts... so soft..."
"What kind of dream is she having?"
"...Sis looks like she's really enjoying it."
The dark room glowed faintly with the triplets' gleaming eyes. Carrot writhed slightly on the bed, her uniform completely undone. Those huge, squishy breasts of hers were being toyed with by Lucy's hands.
Even as "Lucia" kept spilling from her lips, Lucy ignored it entirely and began kneading her breasts slowly. If anything, the more often the name came up, the rougher her touch grew—as if determined to overwrite that other woman's name with her own caresses.
One hand roamed freely over her bra, then slid down to tease the side of her breast—the tantalizing curve that had peeked out earlier when she was face-down. Lucy was savoring with both hands what she'd only admired visually before.
"Haa, haa... S-Sis..."
Lucy's face flushed deep red as she played with Carrot's body. So aroused her tail coiled around her thigh and her wings wrapped around her waist. She swallowed hard, then fixed her gaze on Carrot's face, slick with cold sweat. Sweat trickled down her neck, her breaths ragged and rough. The lewd sight made Ruen and Lua blush too.
It was the kind of scene that stirred their succubi hunger. Their eyes boiled with thick, sticky lust.
"...Let's each pick one spot we like and focus there. I'll take her ass."
"Sure. Waist and belly for me."
"I-I... w-want... b-breasts..."
Groping Carrot's body willy-nilly wouldn't do for savoring this short night. The best solution? Find their favorite parts and torment them relentlessly.
Agreement reached in seconds, the three settled into position: Ruen at legs and ass, Lua at waist and belly, Lucy at breasts.
Ruen, buzzing with excitement, went first. Biting her lip hard, she started massaging Carrot's thighs. For a holy knight skilled in close combat, she didn't have much muscle. This body was... well, more suited to a priestess or nun than a knight. Plump thighs in just the right places, legs boasting superior proportions despite her modest height.
Ruen's hands toyed with her soft calves, then slowly teased the squishy thighs before kneading the spot where huge ass met thigh with lewd strokes.
"Always going on about how naughty stuff's off-limits..."
Carrot had said, 'Lady Manus hates lewd things.'
Yet paradoxically, she had the lewdest, most delectable body of anyone. Plump, cushy ass cheeks, hips jutting out dramatically. Her waist curved in slimly above them. Below her navel swelled the feminine mound proving her womanhood, topped by those massive, soft breasts that amplified the obscenity.
A body born for filthy acts. And to think she wasted it on faith. Unforgivable for succubi like them.
Ruen kneaded ass and thighs for a good while.
"Ah... Nngh... Luciaaa... Ahh!"
Then Carrot's moans grew louder. The cause? Lua working her waist and lower belly. She was pressing and massaging the slight pooch of Carrot's lower abdomen—kneading below the navel, sliding hands downward with firm pressure, rubbing vigorously with both palms.
"Luciiiaaa! N-Not thereee!"
Carrot shuddered in time with the motions, biting her lip, her soaked voice dripping with coquettish love.
How lewd a dream was she having? Feeling Carrot's lower belly heat up, Lua kept massaging—the spot housing her most precious, vulnerable place as a woman. Her womb.
"What're you doing...?"
"Scouting where to carve the Sound Gate. Massaging like this... loosens up the womb..."
Squelch, squelch—press, push—as Lua's fingers dug in, Carrot kicked at the sheets and twisted wildly. Lucy seized her upper body in a tight hug, pressing sweat-slick foreheads together, gripping her breast.
"There, there... i-it's okayyy... good girl..."
Stroking her hair while roughly kneading those huge tits. Even amid the roughness, she planted kisses on Carrot's cheeks and forehead.
Mwah, mwah—how long had she craved this intimacy? How badly had she wanted to ravish this tempting body?
"S-Sis... feels good... I love youuu..."
Whispering mad affections in her ear, Lucy crushed Carrot's upper body in another embrace—like the daily hugs Carrot gave her. But this one reeked of filthy lust, not pure affection. The lewd breaths and whispers pierced her dream; Carrot gasped "Hahk, hahk..." raggedly, then went limp.
Plop—Lucy gently laid the slackened Carrot back on the bed.
Teasing her body like this and she still didn't wake. Perfect.
"Haa... so delicious..."
"Yeah... just kneading... and it's this tasty already..."
"I wanna suck her dry right now."
Lua pressed her own lower belly, face flushed. Succubi instinct. The urge to absorb essence made it burn hot. They'd been starving for about three weeks, scraping by on tiny sips like this.
But a feast like this—prey drenched in sweat, moaning lewdly—made restraint torture.
And then, another sight fanned the flames.
"...Ah."
Lucy's short sigh. She stared at Carrot's soaked panties. White fabric stained with clear fluid. Love juices, no doubt. Proof her body was burning up, aroused beyond endurance. A temptation begging to be sucked dry, sip by sip.
The triplets swallowed in unison.
But they couldn't absorb yet. Not the right time. Knowing that, Lucy pressed her throbbing lower belly and swallowed again.
"S-Sis... leaking naughty juices..."
"Bet it tastes amazing..."
"...Packed with yin energy. So lewd."
They'd planned to stop here. But how could they resist that sight?
The succubi triplets gulped again, then reached out.
"...Just a little more."
Sticky, lewd hands resumed their work—far more intense than before.
"Ah, nngh—!"
Carrot's ordeal was only beginning.
In the dim room, faint breathing—squelch, squelch—from Carrot's small form. Her body glistened with sweat, clothes disheveled, uniform still undone.
Rachel watched the scene.
"Now, now, that's no good..."
She sat lightly on the bed, wiping Carrot's forehead with a handkerchief. Cleaning sweat, straightening clothes. Tempted by that erotic figure, her appetite stirred—but she held back. Soon, Carrot's bed was neat as new.
These kids...
She'd told them to clean up after "work," but they lived and died by desire. Not that it was bad. Demons thrived on it.
In that sense, Rachel's child-rearing was a resounding success. Carrot's Sound Gate work was progressing nicely too.
"Mm..."
But today wasn't just for cleanup. Scanning the room, her eyes flashed red. She pulled Carrot's Projection Stone from the drawer—the one used to report to Saintess Lucia.
This the one she used for calls before?
She tapped it, popped the bottom lid. Complex magic circuits tangled inside. Child's play for an upper succubus like Rachel.
She touched a finger to it and began adjustments.
"Hmm..."
Holy power traps interrupted midway, but her innate resistance let her twist them aside. After ten minutes of precise tweaks, she finished.
"Phew."
Even with resistance, it took a toll. Rachel sighed softly, kissed Carrot's forehead as she slept murmuring "Lucia," then whispered:
"Sweet dreams, missy."
She always came to tidy after the girls' Sound Gate sessions—the place always reeked of wrongness. She left soaked panties alone for fun. Imagine the flustered priestess spotting evidence of her own lust.
The faint yin energy from that kiss was a tease, but Rachel had lived long. She knew this wait was a smart investment.
This should make it easier for the girls...
Heading to her room, Rachel snapped her fingers. Magic flowed.
Slowly, her form shifted. Hair bleached white, height subtly shrank. Clothes became a modestly revealing pure-white robe.
A minute later:
"This'll do... nicely."
There stood the Platinum Saintess of Robwen Church: Lucia. Voice a perfect match.
Haven't used Mimic Magic in ages.
Originally for dream absorption, turning into the target's peak arousal trigger. Upper succubi like her could use it in reality too. With skill, even personality and memories could be copied.
Few succubi on the continent could pull this off. Rachel was one.
Church's Lucia was dangerous. Seducing Carrot was fine, but a weird report could spell trouble. Even Rachel couldn't survive full church mobilization.
So, this calculated risk: hijack the adjusted Projection Stone mid-call, appear as Lucia. Carrot would buy it hook, line, and sinker.
Impersonating Carrot to fool Lucia was possible too—easy info manipulation.
Yawning, she glanced at her reflection.
"...Pretty."
Lucia was beautiful. Silky waist-length platinum hair, long proportionate legs, huge breasts and hips proving her allure. Prime succubi bait.
Rachel reached out, touching her mirrored self with a faint smile. Lewd, sticky lust gleamed between glowing red eyes.
Greedy succubus that she was, Carrot wasn't enough. Someday, Lucia too—Sound Gate carved, that obscene body ravished, yin energy sucked dry, sip by sip.
Holy knight and saintess. Two souls adoring each other.
Didn't it make your mouth water?