Endia Hall and Cecilia (1)
I nodded to Eirin. She no longer hesitated. She was now straddling my lower body in an M-position.
She lifted her hips slightly and slid down onto my towering tyrant, impaling her secret place with it.
"Hngh?! Hii... Haaang!!"
Eirin's shrill cry echoed once more. Her pussy eagerly swallowed my cock. She began moving her hips in a cowgirl position.
It was an astonishing sight.
Eirin had always focused solely on my pleasure during our lovemaking, making her sex passive.
But now was different. She actively rocked her hips up and down, properly using my cock. The sight was utterly lascivious.
"Hii! Haa! It's too big... Young master's cock... ♡ So big... Hn... But it feels so good... ♡ I can feel it filling Eirin completely... It's driving me crazy... ♡ Aaang!!"
Even more lewd juices flooded her already wet depths. As the insertion grew smoother, Eirin shook her hips wildly, pounding away like she was truly grinding grain.
"Haaang!!! Ang... ♡ Good... ♡ More... More... ♡"
She didn't stop there. Eirin reached out her hand toward me—a signal to hold it. I gripped it tightly, and she began sliding her hips back and forth.
Schlop—schlop—
Her pussy lips rubbed relentlessly against my skin, her pleasure visibly surging. Eirin increased her speed.
Her clit was getting thoroughly stimulated too. She unleashed honest moans beyond imagination.
"Haaang!! Something's weird... ♡ Feels so good... ♡ Eirin's a good maid... ♡ Hii!! It feels too amazing... ♡ Ang...!! My hips won't stop... ♡ Young master feels too good♡!!"
Her brown eyes brimmed with ecstatic light.
Lost in the peaking pleasure, Eirin could barely hold herself together. I tightened our interlaced fingers, supporting her from below.
Her teardrop-shaped breasts jiggled wildly with her intense hip movements. The contrast with her usual calm, modest demeanor amplified the impact.
Seeing her stiff nipples made my cock swell even more.
"Hii?! It's... getting bigger... ♡ Haaang... Young master's cock...!!! Hii!! Aaang!! Ang... ♡"
Amid her torrent of moans, Eirin demanded yet another new position. Though naked, she still wore her maid's headband.
Right now, she seemed less the dutiful maid and more a lewd one eager to devour her young master.
"Feels good... So good... ♡ But... Hiiing!! More... ♡ I want to feel even better with young master...!!"
She tugged our interlaced hands toward her. I caught on to what position she wanted.
I pulled my reclining upper body upright. We shifted into an L-shape on the bed—what's known as the lotus position.
We could now make love face-to-face like lovers. Eirin slowed her hips and hugged me tightly.
"Feels good... Young master feels so good... ♡ Thank you for making Eirin feel this good... ♡"
She let slip her true feelings. Our eyes met. Though her face was drenched in pleasure, Eirin's gaze held something more.
Because it was me. Because today's me was endlessly gentle with her. Her eyes overflowed with a loving satisfaction no mere orgasm could evoke.
She looked so adorable and lovable—I wanted to steal those pink lips right then. Her lips gazing at me seemed desperately yearning too.
But I held back, focusing on the sensations below. I couldn't take Eirin's first kiss just for pleasure.
Soon enough, I'd claim that first kiss as mine. But Eirin deserved to lose her purity in a more romantic moment.
Instead of her lips, I latched onto her breast.
"Haa?! There... Ah... Ang!! It's weird... Feels so strange!!"
I ravaged her stiff nipple with my tongue. My hands kneaded her breasts without pause.
"Ang!! Eirin... It's weird... Ang!! Ang!! Haaang♡!! Good... ♡ Hii!! It feels so strange... I can't hold back!!"
Stimulating her sensitive breasts aggressively sent her racing toward climax again.
"Try moving your hips harder, Eirin?"
"Yess♡!! If young master says so... ♡ I can do anything... ♡ Haaang... ♡"
At my words, her hip movements intensified. I hugged her again. Our bodies pressed closer, her inner walls clamping impossibly tight.
Goosebumps raced across my skin; my cock felt like it was melting inside her.
Soon, a heavy ache built in my lower abdomen. Despite the unfamiliar position, Eirin's pussy was different. A perfect sacred treasure made just for me. Our compatibility was flawless.
Eirin's moans grew louder too.
"Aaang~♡ Ang!! Good... ♡ Young master feels so gooood... ♡ Ang!! Ang!! I'm gonna cum...!! Haaang!!!"
Taking that as my cue, I thrust my cock up and down rapidly. A chilling surge raced from base to tip.
Feeling the orgasm of ejaculation, I unleashed my semen roughly into her depths.
Spurt-spurt-spurt—
My glans, pressed against her womb entrance, flooded it with thick white fluid. Eirin squirted endlessly in sync—psshh-psshh.
"Haaang!! Haaah... Hn... Hn... Haa... Haa..."
I lay back on the bed, savoring the afterglow. Eirin collapsed atop me.
"Haa... Haa... Young master... Young master..."
Breathing ragged from the orgasm's remnants, she still sought me desperately. I hugged her tightly.
She burrowed into my arms with all her slender strength, as if she'd never let go.
A while later, once calmed, we continued our lovemaking until deep into the night.
***
Thus ended the peaceful weekend at the mansion. From Saturday evening through the night, we were lost in a sex marathon. In the final round, Eirin collapsed into sleep.
We'd done it over five times by then. Unsatisfied, I used my incubus trait to enter her dreams too.
Eirin simply lacked stamina for more. She wasn't fully sated by monopolizing her young master's body after so long.
Unlike last time's nightmare, her dream was intensely erotic. There, she was the incubus—like a succubus.
She ravished my dream self relentlessly, milking me nearly ten times.
The real sex was great, but dream Eirin was a wanton temptress incarnate.
Still, I was the incubus. I drained too much of her essence. So I let the overslept Eirin rest an extra day.
It must've been an unforgettable weekend for her.
And now, a new week began.
Monday. I was in my private carriage with Eirin. It passed through Pantheon's main gate.
Eirin still seemed to be reminiscing about the weekend.
She avoided my direct gaze, yet slipped from across the carriage to sit beside me. An easy-to-read maid.
"Eirin. The Gold Wing Squadron's force evaluation training—is it this week?"
"Yes, young master. Scheduled for Wednesday."
Force evaluation training. It was a key quest in Demon King Slayer too.
I recalled the details. The special report from the Neuber territory mission prompted the squadron HQ to order a new evaluation.
'An abnormal gate near the Old Imperial Capital.'
The monsters from that gate were far stronger than usual. Sending the preliminary squad as evaluated could've caused accidents.
So missions were paused these past weeks. Before resuming, HQ decided to reassess the prelim squad's strength.
'My unexpected performance factors in too.'
Prior prelim ranks were based on first-years. But a month had passed since Pantheon's reopening, plus winter break months.
This evaluation aimed to gauge rapid growers like me.
Naturally, I planned to take first. Surpassing Chloe, Rozette, and top prelims.
Ranks determined valuable items—crucial later.
'Not just stat boosts, but crafting weapon materials.'
But topping normally was tough. In past Demon King Slayer playthroughs, my best was fifth.
Even with my new secret art, White Night, Rozette and Chloe's 3rd tier magic and alchemy gave them an edge.
Chloe especially—marchioness heir and shrewd merchant. She'd surely gathered intel no ordinary cadet could dream of.
'Of course, I have a way.'
Conditions were better than past playthroughs. I could beat even Chloe. As my thoughts settled, the carriage stopped before a Pantheon building.
"Young master! We've arrived at Endia Hall!"
Endia Hall. Headquarters of the Endia Order, devoted to the god of crafting. Unlike other Pantheon buildings, its vibe was distinct.
I stepped out. As I did, Eirin said,
"Please come back safely, young master."
Wondering how to handle my separation-anxious maid, I decided to bring her along.
"Eirin, come with me. I'm not here for lectures."
"No, young master! How could I..."
"It's fine. I've handled all the procedures for the person we're seeing. You deserve to give thanks too. Now get down."
Eirin blushed faintly. But since it was with me, she didn't refuse.
To find Cecilia at Endia Hall, Eirin and I set off together.
***
Endia Hall's atmosphere was unique.
One side resembled a rough engineering building with lecture halls. The other was an open-air cluster of workshops, packed like an electronics market.
"This place has such a curious vibe."
Eirin spoke with a hint of excitement. My body's previous owner apparently never visited.
My first time too. Cadets in various attire crafted in the surrounding workshops.
A large weapons forge drew my eye—workers hammered diligently at anvils.
But with Mute spells everywhere, no clangor reached us on the path.
"That's a golem."
Eirin marveled. Inside, something inhuman hammered under cadet orders.
Some crafted directly, but those contracted to decent golems used them for weapons.
A rare sight elsewhere in Pantheon. Eirin and I entered a denser workshop zone.
These differed from prior ones—smaller scale, unlike the larger private forges.
"Pantheon-rented workshops, then. Cecilia should be nearby."
I was right. Eirin checked a document against door numbers. We quickly found Cecilia's.
We opened the door. Inside were a fragile-looking platinum blonde—Cecilia—and a familiar pink-haired girl, Lucia.