Succubi Don't Discriminate Anymore
Laila blinked in momentary surprise, her eyes widening into perfect circles, before they curved into sly crescent moons as she stuck out her tongue.
Her tongue brushed over my panties. Naturally, they grew soaked inside and out, and the swollen nub there throbbed under the firm pressure of her tongue, sending jolts of stimulation through me.
"...Haa."
My lower belly buzzed with electric tingles. The drenched panties couldn't absorb all my arousal, and slick fluid leaked down my thighs in little spurts.
Rubbing her tongue over my clit through the fabric, Laila glanced down with half-lidded eyes, then licked along the trail of my juices down my thigh.
"Hngh...!"
A dizzying shiver raced up my spine, making me jolt. My thighs tensed instinctively, my legs trying to draw together. But that would smack Laila right in the face—she was buried between them. I saw her as an outlet for my lust, but I had no intention of hitting her, so I swallowed the brief pleasure and draped one leg over her shoulder.
"If we're going all the way, you'll have to untie your hands first."
Laila pulled her mouth away from my lower lips with a seductive smile, giving a little shake of her bound arms behind her back. But I had zero intention of freeing her. It felt unfair for only me to be tied up.
"No confidence with just your mouth?"
"Teasing me? How cute."
With a snort, Laila twisted her shoulder, hoisting my other leg onto it as well, and stood up in one smooth motion. Unlike me, she was wearing high heels, balancing effortlessly on her firm thighs and strong core. I let out a short scream, then immediately felt guilty—I'd clenched my thighs around her head while scrambling for balance.
"P-Put me down!"
"If you don't wanna hit the floor, squeeze those thighs like you're hugging a guy's waist."
"W-What nonsense is that?!"
"Why? Never fantasized about it? Dirty thoughts aren't bad. Keeping them bottled up and venting them the wrong way—that's what's wrong."
I struggled to stay balanced on her shoulders. Luckily, unlike when I was a guy, my center of gravity was lower now, so it felt no different from riding a hobby horse as a kid. The problem was the position was upside down. Between my legs wasn't my parents' backs—it was Laila's face.
Her hot breath ghosted over my lower belly. Should I tense my legs more, or loosen up a bit to give her some space? I wriggled in indecision. Ignoring me, Laila dragged me to the bed like a bull hauling a sacrifice and bent down to drop me onto it.
"Ah, ugh...!"
It was a soft bed, but the impact made it bounce. I couldn't weigh more than four or five kilos like this. If I'd slipped without gripping her thighs, I might've broken a bone.
Laila, still standing before me, pressed her mouth to my thigh and caught the edge of my stocking between her teeth, slowly peeling it off. I flailed my leg, still dangling off the bed, trying to stop her.
"Leave the stockings on."
"Oh, that kink?"
"I-It's... cold without them."
Black stockings were my thing. Seeing them on the cover art before diving into the main event, only for them to come off—felt like a betrayal. But admitting that was too embarrassing.
"You've been naked this whole time. Fine, just one off then."
She bit the stocking again and slid it down slowly, deliberately huffing hot breath over my skin. Hanbyeol's fire hadn't fully warmed the house yet—the air was chilly—but Laila's breaths warmed my thigh, knee, calf, ankle, and foot. My chest tickled with the sensation.
Once the left stocking was off, Laila suddenly wrapped her tongue around my big toe and sucked.
"Eek! Why lick my dirty feet...!"
I yelped in horror, and she looked up with a mocking smirk, one corner of her mouth quirking.
"My mouth's the dirty one?"
"No, these are feet that've been walking without shoes! I Purified them, but...!"
"Purified is good enough. A saintess's body can't be dirty."
"No, th-that's weird... It tickles...!"
Goosebumps erupted all over me. I curled the leg still in its stocking around the bare one. The cool, smooth-yet-rough texture of the stocking brushed the warmed skin, creating a bizarre sensation. My heart pounded. Seeing her kneel, bending low enough for her torso to nearly touch the floor as she sucked my foot—something sadistic stirred in me, mixed with guilt. I hadn't meant to torment her this much.
Sure, she'd gotten me abused by the holy knights, but the shock wasn't that bad. Maybe because I used to be a guy. Covered in semen was gross, but no penetration or oral—just bad luck, right?
What scared me more was how aroused I'd been. No matter how much I thought of myself as originally male, this body was female, naturally craving men. But I didn't want to get fucked by one. That's why I'd turned to Laila. My body was so sensitive, even small touches overwhelmed me. Building up some girl-on-girl experience first would train it to respond to women over men.
After slathering my foot in saliva, Laila began crawling up my leg. I'd sat up to watch while she licked, and now I gulped at the sight of her ample cleavage. My own breasts weren't small, but hers were bigger than Iris's—excessive, yet perfectly shaped. Was it the outfit, or did her figure and face pull it off?
Staring blankly as she kissed my calf and knee, I quietly cast Purify on both of us. Laila pulled away from my leg with a complaint.
"Saying I'm dirty?"
"No, your mouth was just on my foot. It's about the mood..."
"Sigh, fine. I'm Ivy's sex slave, after all—gotta follow my master's will."
"That 'sex slave' talk is..."
"Why? Too vulgar? But saying it seems to make your panties even wetter."
"...Ngh."
"A demon serving at the bottom of the food chain—talk about twisted. Don't worry, though. I'll stick to you till that power I gave you awakens. No betrayal from me. Like earlier—I could've just eaten you and taken my power back, but I kept my promise and killed the Pope for it."
"Awakens? I have no plans with that guy..."
"Well, the Holy Relic you're wearing makes forcing it impossible anyway. But you don't strictly need a guy."
Laila brought her mouth back to my inner thigh, slowly inching toward my lower belly. Ticklish kisses—or licks?—traveled up, and just as she reached my panties...
"Ahng."
She surged up, locking eyes with me, her red gaze piercing. My pounding heart almost tricked me into thinking I liked her. I knew about the suspension bridge effect, so I snapped at her curtly on purpose.
"Don't tell me there's more I have to do next?"
"Right. Lie back a bit."
"Huh? Eek!"
Her massive breasts shoved mine, toppling me backward. She climbed onto the bed, wedging her knees under my legs. My heart raced harder in the bewildering position. Lying back to watch, she leaned in and kissed my nape.
"How's this? Hehe. Better than your legs?"
"Y-Yeah...!"
Unlike Iris's teasing to push me over the edge, this was tender—caressing my nape, lavishing attention on my collarbone. Her long red hair draped over my neck and chest, tickling. A thick rose scent wafted from her.
"Haa. Ivy, you're so sweet. Wonder if your breasts are too?"
After lingering on my nape and collarbone, she rubbed her thigh against my hip and grazed my left breast with her teeth. Her succubus tail coiled around the right one, squeezing.
"Ahh...!"
I barely swallowed a moan, savoring her devotion. No wonder she was a succubus. She'd tease my breasts agonizingly, then press her thigh firmly on my clit; the tail tip flicking my nipple to torment. I suspected she was toying with me, her touches slow and sticky.
"Stop teasing..."
I begged for more intense stimulation, and she smirked sulkily from my chest, her voice husky.
"Didn't you want to feel good? Trust me and wait. Nice and slow, like a snake..."
"Ugh... Okay..."
"And you said to make it with my mouth, Eve."
"Ah, aa...!"
She'd held onto my careless taunt. I gazed up at her pathetically, but she just grinned wickedly and dipped like a snake to bite my breast. She crossed her legs with mine into the scissors position—a fun sight for watchers, but not much for women grinding without real penetration. Some called it a sad imitation of actual sex.
Taller than me, Laila bent her waist to suckle my breast while rocking her hips. Nothing entered me, just panties grinding and parting—barely skin on skin—yet something welled up from my chest.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, aaa...!"
Moans spilled unconsciously with her rhythm. My mind fogged; bound hands clutched the sheets uselessly. My head tilted back, hips arching—then she suddenly stopped and sat up.
My dizzying white haze cleared sharply from the cutoff.
"Why... why...?"
"Wasn't with my mouth."
"Ughhh... Let me cum...!"
Desperate for release—even just clit friction—I thrust my hips forward, but she raised her knee to block.
"Please, ugh..."
"Call me 'Master' here on the bed, and I'll let you go wild."
No aversion at all. Just on the bed? No SM experience, but for my pleasure, why not? A title wouldn't change our dynamic.
"Master, please let me cum...!"
I called her it without hesitation. She beamed radiantly.
"Good girl. Can't deny such begging. Shame, though—my hands are tied."
"I'll untie you. Laila, Laila, Laila."
Twice denied at the brink, my reason numb, I felt no resistance to freeing her. Chanting her name thrice, the Mana Restraint clicked open. The leather cuffs stayed, but with her hands free, she kneaded my breast and resumed grinding. Her other hand slipped between our bellies to my clit.
The writhing nub under my panties, the Holy Relic tail coiling my leg slyly, Laila's hands and tail tormenting my breasts and nipples. Her mouth on my nape, hot breath fanning—rekindling my cooling body, leading me to white bliss.
"Ahaaaang, ahng! Aaang!"
Uncontrollable moans burst out; she chuckled and redoubled her tender assault on my clit through the fabric. I just trembled, accepting it. My hips bucked wildly, but she didn't stop caressing my hypersensitive body at climax.
Not a man's quick spend and heavy afterglow—this was a relentless torrent, driving me mad with pleasure.
"So cute. Feel that good?"
"Y-Yes... More, hnghh, more please...!"
"Ahaha, not resisting corruption—you're already such a lewd body, it won't turn succubus. What kinda human outdoes a succubus?"
"Hnggh, I'm lewder than a succubus... Make me cum lots...!"
"Of course. No succubus turns down that order."
"Haaang!"
No respite—she tormented me on. Climax highs should've let you touch ground sometimes, but she kept me floating in clouds, no mercy. Exhausting, yet no fatigue. The tail around my leg shortening—I realized the Holy Relic was returning nutrients it'd taken.
Come to think of it, no meals since the Pope kidnapped me. Useful artifact. But Laila was holding me fiercely now—focus on her.
"Heee..."
How long did she cradle me? I panted, shuddering. Half-lidded eyes wouldn't open fully. Intense afterglow left me fulfilled, not empty—just too weak to move.
"Well? Satisfied?"
"Nyesh♡..."
"'Master.'"
"Yessh, Mashter..."
Tongue lolling, speech slurred. But I obeyed dutifully. For more next time. True to succubus form—get bewitched by an incubus, and you'd waste away.
My heaving breaths steadied after ages. Groaning, I shifted on the bed. Sweat-soaked sheets clung stickily. Purify removes waste, but not moisture. As I turned—Hanbyeol sat on the sofa backward, leaning on the backrest, glaring fiercely.
"Han...byeol? When'd you get here...?"
"So lost in it you didn't hear the door? First time hearing sis make those noises, so I watched quietly. 'Bout thirty minutes ago."
"No, it's... well, this is..."
"No excuses, Ivy. Our little mage here's got trauma—girls get kidnapped, bad shit happens. Lucky you avoided the Pope using every hole, but under orders..."
"What's that got to do with you jumping sis? Calling her 'Master' like it's nothing. Did you bewitch her, succubus?!"
"Bewitch? Just satisfied Ivy's needs... Gyaaah! Mercy!"
Hanbyeol grabbed Laila's hair and raised her staff. Hands freed, yet Laila didn't resist—odd, but both cared for me, so I intervened to stop their fight. One human, one succubus, whatever.
"Hanbyeol, I asked her. Sorry for scaring you... The guys... it was too much..."
She glared at Laila, then turned to me, lowering her staff slowly. Fury in her eyes, tears welled up.
"Right? The guys traumatized you, so you gave yourself to her to forget? Yeah?"
"Mhm. That's it."
Slight nuance difference, but close. Training my body to prefer women, borrowing her power. She bought the flimsy excuse, wiping tears. Seeing her cry guilt-tripped me; I sat up shakily. Legs jelly from torment—muscle pain tomorrow—but comforting her first.
"Sorry you went shopping while I... did this."
"No, I should've known you were hurting... Hate to admit it, but she's helpful here."
She hugged me tight, patting my back briefly. Not really needing comfort, but her anger seemed eased. She pulled away, face still furious.
"Laila. Those holy knights guarding the prison—right?"
"Yes."
"I'll smash 'em. Fuck her senseless till she passes out. No thoughts of those bastards. If she's awake when I return, you're next."
The vibe was murderous; we froze as she left the neatly folded priestess robes on the sofa. Laila realized admitting her role meant death, so she didn't correct the misunderstanding. Instead, desperate, she pushed me back onto the bed.
"...Looks like it. Ivy, cooperate. Don't wanna die before popping out a kid."
"I'll try my best to pass out..."