I Won't Give In So Easily (2)
Slick, slick—
"Nngh... hnn..." A faint moan echoed through the room. The tip of the pure white brush danced across her fully exposed, snow-white underarm. The soft, smooth skin was toyed with mercilessly by the brush—a spot she'd never reveal to anyone under normal circumstances. An embarrassing, intimate place.
Lucy's hand trembled, her face flushed deep red. She pressed the brush firmly into the underarm. "Eek—!" Carrot jerked violently in response. Lucy slid the brush up and down, teasing it gently over and over, making Carrot's body quiver uncontrollably.
"Don't liick... maa..." It was as if she were dreaming of something shameful, her body twitching in tiny spasms. So adorable.
"Looks like she's having a nice dream."
"Yeah. 'Don't lick'... maybe she's getting teased by that woman named Lucia or something."
Lucy swallowed hard at Lua's words. In her erotic dream, she must have been mistaking this brush for a tongue.
'In that case...' A sudden idea flashed through Lucy's mind. She lifted the brush and experimentally trailed it across Carrot's nape, not the underarm.
"Haaah..." Carrot bit her lip hard. Clutching the sheets tightly, she whipped her head to the side—as if someone were caressing her nape.
That confirmed it. In the dream, the real-world brush was registering as that woman Lucia's tongue. It was common for physical sensations to influence erotic dreams, usually translating into the dreamer's preferred stimuli. Which meant Carrot was unconsciously a pervert who got off on having her underarms and nape licked.
It helped that they'd spent the past week kneading her body every night to heighten her sensitivity. But someone who probably never even masturbated or entertained lewd thoughts had bloomed into this perverse sexuality. A sexual preference she never would have developed without coming to this mansion.
Carrot had learned an indelible perverted side thanks to the three triplets. And Lucy was overjoyed by it—dying to tangle tongues and suck out her yin energy right then and there. But she wasn't so lacking in patience. Teasing with the brush would have to suffice.
Slick— Overexcited, Lucy swept the brush back over the underarm. But this time, the pressure was different. No longer a light press—instead, a feather-light, ambiguous touch that barely grazed the skin, tormenting it ever so gently.
Carrot let out a moan, twisting her thighs together desperately. Then she'd bite her lip hard, stifling the sounds. She must have felt embarrassed reacting to her underarms like this.
But Lucy wasn't one to let that slide. She quickened the pace just a bit, stroking the underarm. She teased the lewdly parted crevice, trailed down to the side of her breast, and circled the area as if caressing the whole mound.
"Th-there... it's embarrassiiing..." Eyes squeezed shut, Carrot's face burned crimson as she spoke. There wasn't a speck of refusal in her blurted words—just a cute, lewd undercurrent of lust.
The succubus triplets wouldn't miss that shift. The brush slowly swept down from the underarm to her navel, then languidly circled her lower belly. In the dream, she'd perceive it as a tongue licking her entire body. The boundary between reality and dream was starting to crumble.
No resistance because the dream partner was Lucia. Without any tweaks, she'd summoned someone so convenient. If it had been them or Rachel, revulsion would have kicked in first. They got lucky.
Twitch, twitch—Carrot's body shuddered violently. Lua watched impassively, then smirked wickedly at her splayed legs. She began brushing the inner thighs.
"Ah... nngh..." Lua's strokes were far rougher than Lucy's. But her skill was superior, wickedly teasing the sensitive inner thighs.
Slick— "Ah..." Each stroke drew a voice from her.
Slick— "Nnh, haaah...!" The second made her mouth gape in ragged gasps.
"So cuuute..." Ruen watched, her face alight with excitement.
With underarms and thighs claimed, only the twitching lower belly remained. Ruen pressed both hands firmly into the protruding spot—the future site of the Sound Gate. They kneaded it nightly to prepare the way.
The Sound Gate was more powerful than it seemed. It made the user easily aroused and forced absolute obedience on the marked target. But interfering with both mind and body provoked strong rejection. Preconditioning was essential for it to take root.
Three conditions: The body must be primed for lust. It must be fully relaxed, tension-free. The mind must be minimally receptive to desire.
Only then could the Sound Gate be inscribed. That was why they massaged her lower belly like this.
"Eek... haaah..." Ruen's lewd hands tormented the spot relentlessly. Pressing the bulge, sliding diagonally. When a hot "Hak!" escaped, she'd soothe it with gentle rubs.
Underarms above, thighs below, and this obsessive, humid massage on her lower belly. Toyed with head to toe, Carrot broke out in cold sweat.
"S-sis... Siiister... nooo, noo..." She moaned "sis" or "Lucia," desperately calling to her dream lover. She'd twist once, then go still. Twist again, still again. Biting her lip with a pained expression. Infinitely needy, frustrated.
"Th-this..."
"Yeah."
"She doesn't know how to cum, huh."
Lua's guess. Carrot had only recently become aware of sex. She knew arousal but not climax. Right now, it was just "feels good."
Climax was happiness overflowing from "feels good," when pleasure surged beyond endurance—body-breaking ecstasy. Unconscious resistance held her back too. And they couldn't give intense enough pleasure yet without waking her.
The protector magic kept her asleep, but not for extreme stimulation. If Catherine woke, they'd be dust in ten seconds.
That's why the Sound Gate. Once inscribed, they could seal her dangerous holy power. Give her peak pleasure at will. Couldn't feed her the forbidden fruit of orgasm yet, but no matter. Plenty of nights ahead.
Slick, slick— "Haaaah...!" Squeak, squeak—Brushing her inner thighs made her body jolt. Too intense; her subconscious recoiled. Proof: her panties soaked through with love juices.
They wanted to yank them off and devour her, but after the Sound Gate. For now, brush near the panties. The erect clit was too soon.
"Sis, you're sooo wet already..." Lua's voice trembled. Lewd body on full display, juices drooling everywhere—the triplets' bellies heated with hunger.
The brush soaked up Carrot's nectar. "N-not there... not theeere... not the bottom..." Oblivious to their feelings, Carrot kept spilling filthy words.
Lucy wiped her sweaty brow and whispered sweetly, slowly. "Y-yeah, that's it... feels good, right...? Just... relax your body... let it feel goooood..."
Hearing it in the dream: "Hngk, guh...!" Carrot choked out a moan, body shuddering violently before stilling.
"Haaah... haaaah..." High-pitched gasps, like after brutal exercise.
"Tiring, huh...? Y-you wanna cum but... don't know hooow..."
"Nooo... n-no... nooo...!" Carrot shook her head frantically, denying it. Fighting her own lust. Thrashing her head, clutching sheets with slender hands, desperately resisting the body-wide pleasure.
But she couldn't escape. Her body was already theirs. No running allowed.
"A-alright then... t-time to wrap up..."
Regrettably, Carrot was at her limit. Push more, and she'd wake. Exhausted from endless touching, slick with sweat. Ruen stopped massaging.
Lucy placed her hand there. Her eyes glowed red, body convulsing. Channeling all her mana to manipulate the protector—the third one.
After a long spasm, her eyes normalized. Thud— "Aaaah..." She collapsed onto the bed, mana-drained.
"Seriously, even weakened, it's never enough..."
"Yeah. Sis is a strong knight. Gotta do this much."
Ruen shared mana. Slightly recovered, Lucy steadied herself. "N-now... let's finish it..." she gasped, exhausted.
Ruen and Lua nodded. They couldn't go further either.
Staring at Carrot's wrecked body, the triplets considered tidying up—but muttered, "Mom'll handle it," and left.
Soon, they could tweak dreams a bit. Just altering Lucia's lines for now. As she sank deeper into lust, their control would widen. Eventually, head to toe—even orgasms—impossible without their command.
Lua smiled at the panting Carrot. "...Sweet dreams, sis." A hint of joy in her expression.
No reply.
"Haa... Lucia... stooop there... enough..." Just needy calls to Lucia, drenched in desire.
Three protectors fallen. Seven more, and the Sound Gate on her lower belly. Then Carrot would be theirs—sucked dry of yin daily, cumming in bliss. Dinner and toy, all in one.