A Sadistic Feast
Iria gave up on thinking with a mind that refused to work. Her clitoris, which had long since stopped merely tingling and now throbbed with a dull ache. Orgasms that refused to stop no matter how many times she came. She didn’t know why this was happening. But it hurt, it ached, and she couldn’t bear it anymore. So, throwing away all shame, she begged her benefactor.
The body that embraced her from behind was slightly cool, and it felt wonderful. Wanting to burrow deeper into that embrace, she pressed herself closer, only to hear a low chuckle from above her head.
“Haa… yes…”
A gloved hand gently cupped her breast over her clothes. The fingers avoided her sensitive nipple and slowly stroked the soft mound as if giving a tender massage.
“Hngh… mmm…”
“No… it feels… good…”
Every time those fingers lovingly squeezed and rubbed her breasts, her body felt like it was floating. A languid warmth spread through her limbs, and sweet, involuntary moans spilled from her lips. It felt so good. She thought she might become addicted.
“Aahhh… mmm…”
The satisfaction that had risen all the way to her throat could go no higher. Being gently caressed like this was wonderful, but she wished he would just press a little harder, just a little stronger. Driven by that desperate longing, she leaned into his arm, and as if he already knew exactly what she wanted, he lightly tapped the stiff peak of her nipple before sliding his hand down to her ribs and belly.
His fingers traced the lines of her ribcage in a tickling caress, then pressed firmly into her aching lower abdomen as if to ease the tension there, before stroking it tenderly. It wasn’t as satisfying as the attention to her breasts, but it still felt good. Even so, it left her a little disappointed, a little frustrated. Just a little more. Just a little more.
When his hand brushed over her waist, the memory of that mind-shattering pleasure made her own hand move on its own. If she could just press once on her throbbing clitoris, she was sure she could feel it again—
Grab.
Her hand was caught. Only then did her frozen mind begin to move again.
What am I doing?
Trying to masturbate in front of my benefactor… If I do that, he’ll think I’m a pervert.
She quickly folded her hands neatly over her stomach. He patted her head as if to say “well done.” The pleasant sensation made the corners of her mouth curl up in a silly grin.
His hand moved again. This time it explored her thighs, pelvis, and buttocks. He tickled her ass, pressed firmly against her pubic bone, then slid up her soft thighs and stopped right in front of her mound.
Round and round. He circled and rubbed and pressed around her pussy without ever touching it. She looked up at him with pleading eyes.
Please. Just a little more.
In response to her gaze, he simply tilted his head. Not yet.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
Her breathing was ragged. It felt like her mind was burning up. If he would just press down with a little more strength, just a tiny bit more, she thought she could be satisfied. But he gave her nothing more.
Her hand began to creep downward again. I shouldn’t… he said I shouldn’t… But just a little. Just a—
It was different from the gentle, gentlemanly tone he had used until now. A low, domineering command, followed by—
“Hic…!”
At the whispered words that followed, shame flooded her face with heat. But she could no longer hold back.
“Haaah… ngh…”
She looked up at him with desperate eyes. Just once. If he would just allow it once.
As if answering her impatience, his golden eyes curved with mischief and sadism as they seemed to say, ‘Beg for it.’
Her chin trembled. A pitiful sigh slipped between her teeth. The shame that threatened to burst her ears was stronger than her craving for climax, and she tried to clench her jaw. But his fingers, which had been creeping up to tickle just above her mound, pressed down with a little more force.
Like a brimming cup of water, the pleasure rose so close to the edge that it felt like it would spill at any moment. Then, as if mocking her expectations, he withdrew his hand without hesitation.
“W-why…?”
Her heated body slowly began to cool. Forgetting her earlier resolve, a single syllable mixed with resentment and confusion tumbled from her lips.
Just a little more and it would have been enough…!
Anyway, he had already seen her piss and cum. What was so bad about watching her masturbate? It was sophistry. Nonsense. Even Iria herself knew that. But she didn’t want to end things like this, burning with nothing but unfulfilled desire.
When she tried to lower her hand to rekindle her cooling body, his grip caught her again—stronger than ever before.
“Ngh, p-please.”
In her desperation she twisted her body with all her strength, trying to free her hand, but it wouldn’t budge. The moment her eyes met his curved golden gaze, she realized her struggles were meaningless.
‘Lift your skirt and beg.’
Iria read the meaning in those golden eyes. If she endured the shame herself, he would reward her. If she couldn’t, he would end it here. So she let the strength drain from her body. After all, the one who most desperately wanted to quench this heat filling her was Iria herself.
With trembling hands, she grabbed the hem of her skirt. After taking one deep breath, she slowly lifted it and spoke.
Her face felt like it would explode from shame. But it wasn’t enough. His hand merely circled around her clitoris without touching it.
The question came with a light tapping of his fingertip against her clit, as if urging her on. Her breathing grew sharper. Her lips felt glued together. It was hard to summon any more courage.
She looked up at him with pitiful eyes. When he let out a small, disappointed sigh, her heart sank.
Why? Why am I so anxious? …He’s kindly helping me because I asked him to. What if I disappoint him?
Yes, that’s it. I can’t disappoint him.
She desperately grabbed the hand that was pulling away. After a short, sharp breath, she begged again.
Chuu.
As if rewarding her effort, his lips touched her forehead. Just as the corners of her mouth began to relax, his hand gripping her clitoris tightened.
“Ughaaaaaah!!”
Whoosh! Spluuuurt!
The pleasure burst forth like a broken dam, painting her vision pure white. Even though she had already cum several times, a powerful jet of fluid still shot from her pussy. Strength left her body. Her limbs trembled uncontrollably. Her waist arched upward and her toes curled tight.
The stream gradually weakened, but small spurts continued to erupt intermittently. Just as Iria was twitching in the aftershocks of her climax, the strength that had been coiled tightly in her body slowly began to unravel—
The hand that had been gently stroking her clitoris gradually applied more pressure.
“Ughhh… ngh! W-wait…”
She flailed her powerless arms. With a slack tongue she tried to tell him to wait. It hadn’t been that long since the last one, so it was too much. Please, just wait a little.
But as if to say, “Wasn’t this what you wanted?” he mercilessly tightened his grip once more.
“Huuuugh!!!”
Her waist shot upward again as another stream burst out. Her vision went white and her limbs went limp. The second orgasm severed every thought in her head, leaving her staring blankly up at her handsome benefactor’s face.
Even then, while his fingers continued to gently roll and toy with her clitoris, his face drew close to her ear.
“…Huh?”
Her mind, momentarily stupefied by the intense pleasure, reflexively voiced its instinctive sense of unease.
What is he saying—
His other hand slithered under her clothes, crawling up her skin. It tenderly stroked her trembling belly, tickled the lines of her ribs, brushed softly over her breasts, and finally reached her stiff, erect nipples.
The trembling stimulation from her nipples instantly snapped her consciousness back. Her face drained of all color.
“N-not… th-there…”
She shook her head frantically. With trembling hands she tried to grab the fingers still rolling her clitoris, begging for mercy. It was too much now. If he continued she would lose her mind. She would die. So please, stop—
Her thoughts were cut short. Both her clitoris and nipple were twisted at the same time.
“Nngooooohk…! Oooohk…!”
An ugly, choked sob burst from her throat as her body convulsed wildly. Her vision flashed. Her hands and feet shook violently. Her heart pounded like a drum and all sound grew distant.
Splurt. Spluuurt. Splurt.
Though there should have been no more fluid left, the jets were short but incredibly powerful, slamming against the ceiling of the building. When the stream finally stopped, Iria’s body collapsed as if every last ounce of strength had been wrung out of her.
“Ueehe… ueee…”
She had cum so hard that she no longer knew what sounds were coming out of her mouth. She didn’t want to go anymore. It hurt too much. The hand that stroked her clitoris and occasionally tugged at her nipple terrified her.
With trembling eyes, she looked up at him as if begging. Anything… I’ll even lick your cock, so please stop.
Perhaps he had read her thoughts. Her benefactor wore a gentle expression.
“Beeeeh…”
Her mouth moved before her mind could catch up. The hand that had just been stroking her clitoris slipped between her parted lips.
“Yes… lick… slurp. Chuu.”
As she moved her tongue to lick the wet hand, the fingers that had been tugging her nipple withdrew from beneath her clothes. Then he gently stroked her cheek.
Chuu.
Once again his lips touched her forehead. This time, without the overwhelming climax clouding her senses, she felt it fully. Her body melted into a pleasant languor. The cool temperature felt wonderful. The affection transmitted through his lips was welcome. The thought that she would be safe as long as she remained in this person’s arms flashed through her mind.
Strength gradually left her body. Her eyelids slowly sank. I can’t… I still have to lick… I haven’t cleaned it properly yet…
Ah, that was delicious.
My stomach wasn’t full, but the moderate sense of satisfaction left my body pleasantly relaxed. It wasn’t that I didn’t feel the urge to shove my rock-hard cock into her mouth and pound her, but it wasn’t time yet. There was still so much I could get from this girl.
What I had learned about my abilities and what I had gained from this act were both considerable. Rather than being greedy for more, it was time to organize what I had already obtained.
First, the things I had discovered.
I concluded that my bodily fluids weren’t simply an aphrodisiac that caused sexual arousal. They seemed to cloud judgment and willpower to some degree while making the subject respond positively to external stimulation. After reacting to the fluid, the girl’s behavior had become excessively bold and her self-control had visibly collapsed.
I would need to check whether other bodily fluids had the same effect, and if the effects differed, how much they varied.
I had also gained some understanding of my own body. As expected of an incubus’s vessel, I instinctively knew the right timing for a woman to cum and exactly where and how to touch her. As a bonus, once I started, I tended to enjoy it in a rather sadistic way. Once the switch was flipped, stopping was no easy task.
I had held back at the end because I didn’t want her to develop a fear of orgasms that would make things troublesome later, but even that had required considerable mental effort.
“Huu… huu…”
I stroked the sleeping girl’s cheek as she breathed cutely in her sleep. She smiled faintly, as if aware of my touch, and clung to me in a strangely adorable way. She really was like a puppy.
While freely kneading her soft cheek, I reviewed what I had gained this time. When I rolled my eyes to one side, the messages that had appeared during the act came into view.
You have acquired the Incubus racial passive skill [Subjugation: Yearning Heart].
You have acquired the Incubus racial trait [Mimicry].
Is it really this easy to obtain them? I pondered for a moment, but concluded that probably wasn’t the case. Considering Main Mission 2 and what Malphas had said, it was reasonable to assume that Asmodeus was watching me and giving me minor assistance.
…It’s a good thing, but it doesn’t sit well with me. I should avoid relying on it too much.
-Rustle rustle.
Noisy sounds were coming from below. Well, I had caused quite a scene and stayed in one place for too long. Whether it was other organizations or hyenas looking for something to steal, it had been more than enough time for them to gather.
“Bene… factor…”
When I pulled my hand away, the cute girl groped around in search of me. I suppressed the boiling sadism and possessiveness that rose within me.
“I should save her for later.”
It wouldn’t be too late to enjoy her when she crawled to me on her own and clung desperately. So for now—
I grabbed my greatsword and headed downstairs. A pathetic bunch of vermin, each armed with their own weapons, were huddled together down there. To draw their attention, I leaped down dramatically and gave an exaggerated bow.
I infused my greatsword with energy, spun it with a whoosh, and walked forward.