A Long, Long Night
A long, long night.
No matter how I turn it over, this is the Demon Realm. Did I end up in some demon's house?
The sky was the same sky she always saw. The spires were there. Even the air was familiar. And this did not seem like the home of any ordinary demon.
Layla herself had never wanted for anything, yet she had never lived in a mansion where a single room was the size of her family's living room—had never even stepped inside one to look. What frightened her more than the house was the woman standing before her. Merely being stared at was enough to send her tail curling tight behind her back.
"Right. Essence. But why'd you bring your mouth so close?"
"Th-that's because you're a woman, so I was only going to take a little essence through my mouth..."
"Because there's no cock?"
"What?"
Good heavens.
The word was so nakedly blunt that Layla went blank for a moment. Her mouth fell open, small and stupid.
"Hm? You don't know what a cock is? A dick. You mean you did it because there wasn't a dick?"
"Y-yes! That's right! There was no male organ, so—because there wasn't one—I was going to leave!"
Layla cut her off in a rush and tapped the back of the woman's hand with a fingertip. She hadn't expected much, but the woman let go of the hand she'd been holding without a fuss.
Her mouth is filthy, but maybe she isn't rotten all the way through. Thank goodness.
Well. The woman had woken to a succubus pressing lips against her. Getting off with nothing worse than a fist in her hair was luck enough.
Layla crept down off the bed. The problem was that the woman threw the covers aside and came down after her. She was as tall as Vivian. Short as she was, Layla had to tip her head all the way back to meet those eyes, and if she were ever pulled into that embrace, the crown of her head would sink clean out of sight. Not that she was going to be held.
Go home. Go back and try again.
Watching the woman's face, Layla gathered her focus and tried to return home. She would have, if the woman hadn't caught her clothes and yanked.
"You came dressed that lewd just to seduce me. You ought to see it through."
"What?"
"I'm a special case. I've got a cock."
"Uh…?"
"Oh dear. That was a secret, and now you know it. How are you going to take responsibility?"
"What kind of—!"
Where in the world was the sense in that? She says the secret with her own mouth, then turns around and demands someone else answer for it?
While Layla's eyes went round and her lips only gaped, the woman's hand came down and seized, without a moment's hesitation, the important place between her legs.
"Hyaaah—?!"
Her legs snapped shut on reflex.
"Try saying please take care of me. Then I'll think about whether to be gentle."
"W-wait a moment! You're a demon! A demon, right!?"
"……."
There was no answer, but Layla took the silence for a yes.
"My older sister is Vivian! You... know her, don't you? She's pretty famous..."
She was sorry for selling her sister's name, but that was something she could smooth over with the person in question later. Please—please let the name make her back off.
"Sure."
That was all. If anything, the hand gripping her only tightened.
"Ghk… uhh…."
Fingers traced, suggestive and unhurried, over her underwear. A shiver raced from her waist all the way up the nape of her neck.
The woman murmured, "I don't just grab anyone and let loose, you know. I've got the self-control to keep a secret. But someone who walks all the way into my room and offers herself—that's a different story."
The woman took one step closer. Layla took one step back. Her back hit the wall.
"When it's served up on a plate, I can't go disappointing it."
"Ugh!"
A knee forced its way between her thighs. Spread open like that, she had nowhere to run. Fingertips brushed, for only an instant, across her most sensitive clit.
"Ahh—!?"
Layla jolted with a short moan and shook her head, fighting to pull herself together against the strange feeling rising from below. It had only grazed her, over her panties.
Even so.
It felt good.
And that was what frightened her. It was the first stimulation she had ever felt as a woman—as a succubus. She had never even touched herself. An unfamiliar heat began to creep outward from deep in her lower belly.
"Cute little reactions."
The woman's hands were quick. Her panties were dragged down to her thighs.
"W-wait… haaahn!"
Layla caught the woman's wrist in both hands. The two hands she had grabbed were snatched up together in one of the woman's and pinned above her head—a posture where the slightest downward glance would bare the cleft of her chest. She didn't even have room to feel the shame.
Squelch.
One finger slid into Layla's hole without warning.
"You're wet. Don't tell me you got this wet just from being grabbed once."
Just as she said, Layla was slick and soaked below.
"Ahhh…… hehk."
"One won't be enough."
Two, and then at once three.
"Nnngh! Nnnn…."
Layla trembled, her lewd body left utterly defenseless. Inside the soft flesh the woman crooked her fingers into a hook and drove them upward just like that.
"Hah! Haht! Anh, aaahn!"
Layla's small body twitched, and wet, obscene sounds filled the room. Love-juice dripped from her pussy.
"A body that feels it well."
"Hnn… haah."
"Very succubus of you."
She had been acknowledged. And by the first woman ever to explore her body. By her own prey.
Layla couldn't think through the play of those fingers. Every time the hand struck up into her hole, her body lifted. Her toes curled; she was barely on her feet. Her legs shook, and her body didn't feel like her own. She shut her eyes, and when the vivid sensation of her hole being stirred open forced them half-open again, she saw it—the stiff, upright cock the woman had said was attached to her, and she had no idea how long it had already been standing. It was twitching even now like a fish out of water. What would happen to her if that thing pierced her?
Saliva pooled in her mouth.
"Greedy, too. Staring at a cock already."
"N-no, it's not like— haahk—!"
"Spread wider."
Layla's legs obeyed before her head did.
In that instant the woman withdrew both the hand holding her and the hand working her open.
"Hhhp…."
The sudden emptiness pitched her body forward. Her slip, soaked through and ruined, had ridden all the way up to her stomach.
"Don't wear trash like this. It doesn't suit you."
The underwear she'd had on underneath was torn away without resistance. Cool air struck her bare chest. The breasts that had been hidden sprang free, and Layla started to lower her arms to cover them. The woman's hand was faster.
Smack!
"Ahh—!"
The woman struck her vulva hard. The sudden blow folded her at the waist as her legs pressed together, but a fist caught her by the hair and hauled her body back up. Her scalp stung. When the woman flicked a stiff, erect nipple with a finger, Layla shuddered and swallowed her breath.
"Nnh… nn…!"
"Better like this, all bare. It suits you. You think so too, don't you?"
"……Y-yes."
Layla gave a tiny nod. The corners of her eyes were wet and shining, and that stirred the woman's lust all over again. Still gripping a fistful of her hair, the woman started toward the window.
"Ah, aaah……."
Layla was dragged along, staggering like a filthy rag. Her heart pounded like mad. Led as she was, she planted both hands on the cold glass. Below her feet the Demon Realm spread out without end. At a dizzying height, she stood with her whole naked body on display.
"Lift."
The woman caught Layla's hips and raised them slightly. She realized that if the woman meant to put it in comfortably, she would have to lift her own feet, and she rose onto her toes as told. The dark, dusky cock attached to the woman was swollen fit to burst. It was time for it to go into that glistening hole.
Soon the cock rubbed against her pussy. The mere contact melted her whole body into languor.
And then—
"Haaaaahn—!!"
Layla felt her womb, and even her insides, shoved aside. A cock thicker than a water glass churned through her. The sensation of it invading deep into her belly made her forget how to breathe; she gagged and choked.
"Hah. You take it well."
Her soaked red flesh did not refuse the enormous cock. It took it in, tight and neat.
Thud! Thud!
The woman was rough. Every time their bodies collided, Layla's palms on the glass felt ready to slip, and she had to brace with everything she had. It didn't feel like flesh meeting flesh so much as a whip cracking across her ass. The skin of her belly bulged out in the shape of the cock, then sank back in, over and over. She worried it might come all the way up to the pit of her stomach.
"Pretty view out there, isn't it?"
"Nnngh……! Hhhp…!"
She couldn't answer. Her legs gave out, and her body kept sinking.
"Nnh—? Kyaah!?"
The woman caught the tail that was thrashing mindlessly.
"You keep dropping."
As the tail was pulled, her body was forced upward. A strange, tingling sensation climbed from her tail along her spine. It wasn't bad. Every time the veined cock scraped hard along the folds of her inner walls, fireworks burst in front of her eyes.
"Nngh! Ah, aaahn! Hyuu…!"
With the rough drive of those hips, moans spilled from Layla's mouth on hot breath. Her vision blurred white. Sweat-soaked purple hair stuck to the nape of her neck. Pleasure spread from where their sexes met through her whole body, and the woman slapped her ass with a sharp smack!
There wasn't a shred of pain.
Emotion Conversion
A skill she had carried since the day she was born. She had never known what it was. Only now did she think she understood.
Pleasure temporarily increases.
Pleasure temporarily increases.
The palm whipping her ass, the monstrous cock wrecking her pussy—all of it registered as nothing but pleasure. Saliva she couldn't swallow in time spilled from the corner of her open mouth.
"Don't bury your head. Lift it."
Even when her body sank, even when she ducked her head, the woman's hand forced it back up.
"Look at your face in the glass."
A face faintly reflected in the window. Cheeks flushed scarlet, focus undone by pleasure. Drool trailing all the way to her chin. She looked happy. That fact alone excited her more. Her whole body clenched as if in spasm, and her toes curled. Love-juice pattered from her pussy onto the floor.
"You even know how to squeeze."
The woman moved harder, back and forth. Squelch, squelch. Her overflowing pussy took the cock—swollen as far as it could swell, throbbing—and swallowed it beautifully.
"Haht, nngh, aaahn! Haaahn……!"
The woman gripped Layla's sweat-slick hips and drove her waist up hard. The cock scraped the bumpy ridges of her inner walls one after another. At the last she hauled those hips in deep, and the twitching cock was vivid inside her.
"Hoo… you're squeezing so fucking tight."
The glans, having forced open the path to her womb, dumped a bellyful of semen into that deepest place. Hot seed filled Layla's insides, and even that burning heat registered as pleasure. She clawed at the glass with her nails and twisted this way and that. The floor wasn't a puddle. It was a flood.
"Nnn… haah, haah."
"Tired?"
Layla nodded. Clutching her slightly swollen lower belly, she tried to sink down where she was. The woman didn't allow even that. She flipped Layla over and laid her on the floor.
"We're only just getting started."
"……Ah?"
Layla wasn't looking at the woman.
Essence has been absorbed.
Stats rise slightly.
Layla stared blankly at the translucent window floating before her. She didn't have the strength to twitch a single finger. Even so, a faint smile rose at the corner of her mouth. For the woman, she willingly spread her legs.
"Please… do more."
"……The night's going to be a long one."
The woman drove into her once more.