Ch. 50: A Woman Crashes the Party?
The moment I heard the door open, the sloppy sounds of them devouring each other's lips followed right after. Was it okay to step inside? I hesitated for a second, but Laila's tail coiled around my waist tugged me gently forward. I didn't resist, letting it pull me along, until suddenly it spun me around with a sharp twist that threw off my balance. I flailed my legs to steady myself, but they sank into the soft mattress and failed to support me. I collapsed straight onto the plush bed. Dust tickled my nose, making me cough involuntarily.
"Cough, cough... Looks like no one's cleaned in here..."
"Smack... Then could you maybe purify it for us?"
"Hah, hah..."
Laila, who had been sucking on Davin's lips like crazy, made the request in a husky, lust-filled voice. I quietly obliged. No one was untying my blindfold, so I had no choice but to widen the range around me. There were lots of furniture pieces, she'd said, so there had to be at least one more bed nearby. One of them would probably catch it. A short distance away, I heard two people flop heavily onto another mattress.
The stiff rustle of belts, leather clothes, and Laila's nun habit scraping against skin as they stripped echoed through the room. I turned my body away, lying facing the opposite direction from where the sounds came.
"Whoa, is it 'cause you're a succubus, or are you just that gorgeous? Your body's insane. I'm jealous."
To Davin's heated voice, Laila replied in a sticky, sultry tone.
"Hehe, it's all for staying competitive. You're beautiful too, miss customer. Those flushed cheeks, those heaving, angry tits... Mind if I taste this fruit? Oh, but I'm a naughty succubus, so I'm not really asking for permission. Consider this your warning."
"Hnngh!"
Davin let out a moan of pure pleasure that made even me flinch. The wet smack, slurp, pop of Laila sucking her tits—her tongue must have been working some serious magic—had Davin panting already, her breath ragged from that alone.
"Haah, ahnng... Not a succubus for nothing, huh? Ngh, you're sucking them so good..."
"Slurp, smack... Of course. It's my job."
Davin's roughening breaths mixed with the sounds of Laila nursing her breasts, tickling my own chest and making it itch. A lewd heat started building in me too, so I curled up quietly. Swallowing hard, I tried to ignore them and catch a quick nap, but sleep wouldn't come. I didn't know what Davin looked like, but Laila had called her tits "luscious," so I pictured full, perky mounds like mine. Pale white skin with soft pink nipples that Laila's tongue licked, teeth grazing teasingly before her lips latched on with a smack.
Before I knew it, in my imagination, those breasts were mine. With my eyes covered, my mind ran wild, fueled by Davin's moans piercing my ears and the wet pops of lips and flesh parting. My nipples, empathizing with hers, hardened painfully, my clothes feeling too tight, every shift sending itchy tingles through my chest. So I stayed curled up and rubbed my breasts gently against my thighs. Good thing I wasn't wearing underwear—the soft friction against my nipples sent shivers racing through me.
"Hnng..."
I bit my lower lip, holding my breath. The pleasure zinging up my spine was so intense that if I took it full-on, I'd moan just like Davin. I slowed my movements, then stopped entirely. Cold sweat prickled my back, and my panties grew soaked.
"Haaah, I'm totally fired up now. Stop playing with my tits and give me something better.""
"Hehe. So impatient. Here, lie back."
"Ah!"
A heavy thud as someone sprawled across the bed. Had Laila pushed her down, or yanked her legs to make her back hit the mattress? Either way, I could easily picture Davin lying there, staring up at Laila. The idea of Laila being on the bottom was hard to imagine.
"Hehe, your panties are already soaked and glistening. What ever shall we do? Got a spare to change into?"
"Ugh..."
"But something that's already wet... you should enjoy it without regrets. Worry about the aftermath later."
"Ngh, rubbing it over that...!"
Just from the words, I knew Laila was stroking Davin's clit over her panties. My own pussy, leaking arousal like crazy, couldn't even mimic that faint stimulation. My arms were bound, thighs clamped together—no way to reach my core. Frantically rubbing my stockinged thighs did nothing for my aching slit while lying down.
"Kgh..."
Behind me, their flirty moans and Laila's praises for Davin's lust blended as I painfully exhaled the breath I'd held. I wanted to feel good too, but I couldn't let it show. Twisting my hips desperately to stimulate my pussy somehow, I realized I couldn't quench this thirst without other tools. And then another fact hit me.
Why wasn't my panties reacting to my juices? They'd always responded before, only stopping after I came. It never held back, even in front of people. So why now? I was this turned on, and it was just sitting there? It always perked up when I got excited. Why not now...?
Full of questions, I looked down toward my waist. Blindfolded, I couldn't see, but I directed my doubt at the holy relic. My priestess robes clung tightly to my perky breasts and slim waist down to the belt. Below that, the sides gaped open, no doubt exposing my hips fully. The gap between my panties and stocking tops felt cool. My skirt hem, twisted aside by my overlapping legs, probably did nothing to cover me, splayed messily on the bed. Imagining my disheveled state made my core ache deep inside.
But the tentacle panties still gave no response. Soaked as I was, they just absorbed the fluids and dried out again, like that was all they'd do.
"Hnnngh..."
A pathetic whine escaped me unbidden, my frustration boiling over. While I lay here abandoned in my arousal, Davin and Laila were lost in exploring each other's bodies.
"Aaht, three is too much..."
"You're plenty wet and loose now. Don't you trust me? I'm a succubus. Relax."
"Hnnnngaaaah!"
Even as Davin's scream-like moan shattered the air, Laila made wet, squelching sounds. Aah, fingers going in there... I resented the holy relic that ignored me when I wanted it most. Twisting my hips and rubbing my thighs only teased—no clue what pleasure Davin was feeling. The slick thrusts rang clear beneath her rising voice. What did it feel like, plunging that deep? Would losing your virginity hurt a lot? Could you moan like that even accounting for the pain?
I kept swallowing dryly, savoring their duet. Laila had never fingered my hole—afraid it'd snap off her fingers, probably—but was this how girls really did it? Unfulfilled curiosity made me curl tighter. I wanted that too. I wanted Laila sucking my tits like that, ravaging my pussy. Those thoughts invaded my mind, roughening my breath, but my overheated body just slicked itself with sweat, left alone without a touch.
"Haaah, that was amazing. Way better than with my boyfriend—times a hundred."
Davin spoke in a satisfied voice after her first climax.
"Hehe. Who knows a woman's pleasure spots better than another woman? Shall we keep going?"
"Just a quick break. Oh, but I kinda feel bad for Ivy now. What if Ivy joins?"
"Me...?"
The sudden suggestion startled me, but excitement and anticipation swelled in my chest. I tried for a calm voice to hide it—no use, it trembled anyway. But that much shake-up was normal for a weird offer.
"Yeah. Oh, but if you're uncomfortable with lesbians, I won't push..."
"No, it's not that I mind. It's just..."
"Just?"
"...I'm embarrassed..."
Laila chuckled low; Davin laughed brightly. Footsteps—one of them rising from the bed—approached me.
"Hahaha, even though you're this wet?"
"Eek!"
Davin's voice right behind me, and a hand pressed gently into the slit between my legs over my panties.
"Be careful. Push too deep, and your finger might vanish in seconds."
Laila gave her serious advice.
"True. There are those famous stories of paladins getting gelded trying to stick it in Ivy. She's got that whole virgin-or-not debate going."
Davin agreed, stroking only over the panty-covered seam.
"Not my place as a succubus, but is that okay to say in front of the victim? Anyway, Eve is a virgin. She hasn't fallen."
Another presence drew close, sinking the bed as they lifted my priestess robes' waistband up under my breasts.
"Whoa, I wondered about this, but up close it's so hot."
Davin's reaction to the succubus tattoo on my lower belly made my face burn as I curled up.
"D-don't..."
"Hehe, stop now when you're this fired up? Can't do that—not after enjoying ourselves without you. It feels really good."
Her words were welcome to my aroused body, but I decided to play coy and refuse once. Accepting too eagerly would paint me as a slut. Better to get swept up in the mood, "forced," then forgive—that was the image.
"N-no..."
"No need to be shy."
Good, they're hooked. I inwardly anticipated Laila's touch, whining cutely, but she doused me with cold water.
"Eve's innocent and doesn't know these things, so I'll comfort her gently later. Focus on the customer's pleasure now."
"Hmph. That okay?"
"Eh...?"
The sticky hands on my belly and panties pulled away. My suddenly cooling body shivered violently, like withdrawal.
"And call me by name, not 'customer'—too formal. Davin."
"Right, Davin. Whew..."
"Haang."
Laila blew somewhere; Davin moaned pleasurably. I couldn't picture their positions anymore, so I turned my face toward the smack of kissing lips. Blindfold or no, I couldn't see. Tongues tangled, saliva mixed, lips smacked—not far, but right on the bed I lay on. They'd been doing it here all along; the mattress still tilted from their weight on one side.
"Smack, haa, haa... Ivy, anything to say? You're staring so hotly... That blindfold doesn't let you peek, does it?"
"N-no, I can't see anything..."
"Hehe, be honest and you could join..."
"No need to mind Eve so much. Shall we finish what we started?"
"Yes! Hehe!"
Right in front of my overheated self, they tangled again. My brain burned; I mumbled without thinking.
"Um, me too..."
"Aaang, succubus sis! Feels so good!"
"Hehe, I'm glad Davin's reacting so richly."
But they were too deep in their frenzy to hear me. The frustration of them teasing me then ignoring for their own fun welled up as inexplicable sorrow.
"...Hic-sob!"
Unable to hold back my tears, they paused their sucking and biting, flustered voices turning back to me.
"Wha—what... Ivy, why are you crying? Sorry, we messed up."
"Hehe, joke go too far? Davin. If you're okay with it..."
"I'm all for it!"
One pinned me from the front; the other slipped behind, cradling my back as she lay down. Warmth from two bodies enveloped me front and back, filling me with relief. Someone undid the shoulder straps of my robes. Davin? Laila? Even with my heightened sensitivity, my back was the dullest spot—I couldn't tell whose soft, yielding body supported me. Who was front, who back?
The straps came loose, chilling my breasts. Then warm hands cupped my trembling mounds.
"Hold on, Davin. One thing to confirm first."
Laila's whisper tickled one ear; Davin matched in the other.
"What?"
"We need to hear she wants this. Otherwise, it's rape."
"Right. Eve? What do you want us to do?"
"..."
I parted my lips, hesitating on the words. How could I say something vulgar like "touch my tits, suck them, finger my pussy" to near-strangers? With my modern sensibilities intact, my face wasn't thick enough for that.
As I wavered, the hands kneading my breasts gently withdrew. The one stroking my panties slowed to a stop. Panic rising, I blurted,
"Me, please..."
"No need to be so shy. You think we'd talk sex in front of others? Ivy's such a pure soul. This stuff stays in the bedroom—next day, we go back to normal with just the afterglow. So, say what you want."
Davin really embraced open, healthy sex culture. I was even a bit envious.
"Men still scare her, so we need to warm her up gently."
"Oh, that's it... Don't worry, Ivy. Girls can make it feel plenty good too. So, Ivy?"
"..."
The words stuck. Final hesitation? But they waited patiently, like parents for a child's first step—no teasing, no rushing, just quiet.
So I gathered courage and parted my lips.
"...Make me feel good..."
It was a sanitized version I wasn't fully happy with, but Davin and Laila seemed satisfied, smiling softly.