Leona's Bewildering First Night with the Succubus
Leona was utterly bewildered on this first night facing a succubus.
Raised as a loyal subject of the Empire, she had scarcely encountered any race besides humans until now. But as the Hero, she had clashed weapons with demons on the front lines countless times. It wasn't just once or twice, so she could confidently say she knew a thing or two about them. She might even know more about demon flesh than the mage Aisoll—enough to describe it in vivid detail if needed. Even so, a succubus was a first for Leona. Her first demon she must not kill.
Sharing a room with a demon without weapons, even conversing with one—it was all unprecedented. And this succubus named Ailet was particularly peculiar. Female demons weren't unheard of among their kind. But they were all savage in temperament, brute in strength, and utterly lacking in sexual dimorphism. Ailet was different. Her frame was far smaller than an average human's. That tiny body was packed with an exaggerated femininity: narrow shoulders and slender arms; breasts on the verge of bursting; hips, ass, and thighs developed to excess... Even ignoring everything below the neck, her lavender skin and black horns did nothing to diminish her innocent, cute impression. Those purple eyes and large, herbivore-like pupils were almost endearing.
And now Ailet was begging. Please, I'm so hungry... just one bite... Leona had only ever heard war cries, curses, and threats from demon mouths before. She was used to that and had countermeasures ready—plunge a sword deep into their lungs, kick their yapping mouths shut, and so on. But a begging demon? That was new. The incoherent rambling, too. Seeing her on the verge of collapse from hunger stirred a pang of pity. Leona rose from the bed and stood directly before Ailet.
The sharp-minded Hero remembered Aisoll's words from yesterday crystal clear: Succubi sustain themselves on impregnation essence. Even in her earlier ramblings, Ailet had insisted her meals were impregnation essence and the like. Leona couldn't flatly deny that no lust had stirred in her—not even to herself. She wasn't sure if her judgment was sound. Fatigue from endless chores and novel-reading. Hunger from skipped meals. It could all be clouding her mind. And the part she'd been intently reading was particularly steamy, right when the succubus appeared.
But that wasn't the only motive for Leona's actions. Far from it. It was the succubus's pleas. The pity they evoked. That was the biggest reason. So Leona yanked off her pants.
Ailet, kneeling, tilted her head back. The succubus gazed up at the Hero's that.
The protagonists in Leona's novels were always composed and bold. In such situations, they exuded conquest, brazen pride—even calling their manhood a holy sword with self-assured swagger. A true hero had to be magnanimous in all things, after all. But Leona couldn't manage that now. Even among party members, baring one's body was rare. To expose her lower abdomen to a mere traveling companion—a succubus, no less—already filled her with shame. And it wasn't just any manhood; hers was unusual.
Aisoll hadn't specified the method. Leona didn't know the details herself, be it meals or impregnation essence. Just get it over with quickly.
"Haa... haa..."
The succubus did nothing. She just panted heavily, her purple eyes fixed piercingly on it. No matter its appearance, she'd begged so desperately, and Leona had meant to help out of kindness—yet here she was, the one blushing, while the succubus just stared. Irritation began to simmer.
"Are you just going to keep staring like that?"
She thrust her hips forward, exposing the penis attached to her. Someone else was looking at it. She didn't care about the emotions in that gaze. She didn't want to know. But the unrelenting stare—even from just one person—made Leona deeply uncomfortable. This wasn't a fresh sentiment. It was an old one. Self-reproach for doing something foolish. Resentment that a mere succubus dared mock her. Just as fury started to boil over—
"Ugh... urk."
Ailet began dry-heaving.
"Ailet?"
Now Leona noticed: the succubus was in bad shape. She resembled a human far more than other demons, so it showed plainly. Eyes squeezed shut. Limbs trembling. On the verge of toppling sideways. Jaws clenched tight.
"Are you alright?"
Observing and treating were worlds apart. Leona knew basic field first aid. But diseases? She was clueless. Especially for demons—or succubi.
"I-I'm... f-fine."
Her voice was forced, strained. Then Ailet's eyes fluttered open again.
"Ailet? What's suddenly wrong with you...?"
Those eyes were glazed. The lips she'd been biting began to part slowly. Does hunger do this? Leona thought she should fetch Aisoll, belatedly. The mage doubled as the party's doctor. Healing was the Saintess's domain, but Ailet was a demon.
"...Heh... hehehe."
Just as she moved to call, a laugh bubbled out with drool, throwing Leona into panic.
"...Ailet?"
No immediate reply. Just dazed chuckling. The trembling fit was gone; now she was squirming against herself. Leona called again, but no answer—only fondling those massive breasts, one hand slipping between her thighs. Leona gaped in stunned disbelief.
"Ailet!"
The succubus looked up blankly. Leona faltered, staring down. Had her pupils always been so pink? No matter. Impregnation essence or whatever—her mood was sour. She'd just roughly finish this and shove her off to Aisoll.
"I don't know how it's done, but hurry up and end it."
A dumb reply came back.
"E-end... whaaat...?"
Leona swallowed a sigh. She wasn't right in the head. Her speech slurred suddenly—who knew why. She'd already forgotten her own words from moments ago.
"You begged so much, saying you were starving, pleading for just one bite."
Ailet blinked. Her already pretty face looked bewitchingly lascivious with those pink eyes. As Leona stared, a faint murmur reached her.
"C-cock... Cock-sama..."
Ailet's mutter. The vilest slang, laced with honorifics, delivered with that dopey grin. Leona was so flabbergasted she could only stare. Then Ailet's face lunged forward—
"Wh-what are you doing?!"
Leona grabbed her horn in reflexive alarm, halting her. The face heading for the slightly softened penis stopped. Ailet, head gripped, smacked her lips in disappointment.
Leona's tastes ran to those novels, but her sexual morals were conventional. Those plump lips mumbling one bite, one bite looked utterly obscene to her.
"Even for a succubus, doesn't impregnation essence mean...?"
She'd winced when Leona grabbed her horn earlier, but she couldn't let go now. She knew what impregnation essence meant, but really? Like this? What to do? Shout for Aisoll? Or Lucilla, in case it was demon trickery? Lost in frantic thoughts, Leona missed Ailet extending both arms.
"Eek—?!"
A frivolous yelp escaped Leona. Ailet had grasped the penis with both hands. True to her frail appearance, the succubus's grip was weak. Leona's body was honed to Heroic perfection—no pain even if she squeezed harder. But the spot mattered. She barely touched it herself, let alone trained it. Pain wasn't the issue. Shock. The alien sensation. Someone else kneading my penis by hand.
"C-cock... Cock-sama, in my haaands..."
She had to stop this. This wasn't it. She'd heard impregnation essence, but not like this. She should—but Leona's hands wouldn't move.
"Th-that... haa... nngh!"
It had always felt cumbersome. Yet Ailet's small hands couldn't fully encircle the ample girth. Humming a tune, she kneaded relentlessly. Not just squeezing—subtly, firmly. Covering the shaft, the base, every inch. Leona still clutched one horn—not to restrain her anymore, but because it was the only thing keeping her upright.
Leona glared down at the succubus, face twisted. Eyes fully pink with lust. Breasts jiggling in Aisoll's tiny top. Sweat-slick lavender skin gleaming in the candlelight. Too massive to see directly from above, but...
Ailet swayed her hips to the rhythm, hands busy. Breasts and ass ready to burst. Tucked-in waist between. Below the navel. That erogenous tattoo—ignorant of its meaning, but glowing pink like her eyes. And the scent. Sweet, with an indescribable musk. Rich floral aroma, or appetizing food. The kind you never tired of...
"Hnnngh... haaah..."
Growing accustomed to the touch, Leona's moans steadied. The relentless stimulation swelled the penis to size. Other feelings began to bud in Leona.
Then the succubus rose. Leona reflexively released the horn. Leona was tall for a woman. The succubus was short. Even straight, Ailet's head barely reached her shoulder.
Face flushed, beaming lewdly, Ailet asked, "Hero-sama... Cock-sama... feel goooood?"
Crude words in sloppy speech. Leona, panting roughly, echoed the question inwardly. Not a monkish life, but this sensation was utterly new. Did it feel good? Her head nodded. It did. Whether she should enjoy it or resist—she didn't know. But it did.
"It does."
The succubus, drawling her words, pressed close. Leona gasped. Glossy lavender skin, moist. Blinking pink eyes looking up. Massive tits squishing against Leona's firm abs. Couldn't see directly thanks to their size. But her belly pressing the penis. Soft, warm, tattoo aglow.
"Now... can Ailet have... one biiiite?"
Gulp. Leona swallowed unwittingly.