Two Digits
Intelligence, in the double digits.
That single word of recognition—that she was every bit a succubus—filled the hollow of Layla's chest to the brim.
Friends.
That was what Layla called them.
But to the demons her own age, Layla was no friend. She was a thing to mock, a toy to play with. Being cursed at was everyday life, and there were more than a few days she was beaten as well.
She was weak. She had never even thought of fighting back. She told herself it was only natural. They were demons, so of course they could do such things, and she understood them as best she could.
Perhaps that was why one rough, warm word of acknowledgment from the woman dragged Layla down into an addiction she could never climb out of.
It was far too sweet. Sweet enough that, once tasted, it could never be let go.
"Hhk... haah...... nnh."
Layla didn't even know what sounds she was making. They weren't coming from her mouth so much as from deep in her throat, the cry of a beast leaking out of her.
Just as the woman had said, it was a long, long night.
There was no room to spare a thought for time. She didn't know how many times her mind had slipped away and come back again.
Even so, it was good.
Because every time she came to, a translucent window appeared, as if to tell her she was becoming a better demon.
Even while she was unconscious she stayed speared on that cock, her breasts jolting in time with the roll of those hips as she took the lust being driven into her.
Even so, it was good.
The harder the woman bore down, the thicker the pleasure piled over her, and every time semen packed her belly and her mouth, joy welled up to meet it.
"This is the last one."
The woman's indifferent voice snapped her blurring mind awake.
Tongue lolling, panting, Layla realized she was on all fours with her wings seized, being pounded into the floor.
"Nnh... I like it......"
"Ha. Impressive."
Seeing that Layla still looked as if she could take more, the woman yanked on her wings and began tormenting her cunt hard enough to break her hips.
"Well? Do you like it when I go deep?"
"Hht, nngh... ah... I, I like all of it...!"
"That's how it should be."
Every time the cock slammed home, flesh cracked against flesh with the sharp report of a slap across the face, and the hole spat wet squelches and bubbling foam.
Swollen fit to burst, it wrenched the soaked path to her womb wide open and hammered the deepest spot inside her, thud after thud.
"Aahk, uuh... heeuh! Kkp!"
"Put some strength in that pussy. That's how I finish fast."
How was she even supposed to?
She could barely hold her own body up. Every thrust left her fluttering limp—couldn't the woman see that?
But Layla clenched down below, just as she was told. The woman's order was filthy, and Layla was nothing but a beast drooling at the sound of it.
"Ha... feels like my cock's about to get pulled off. You that tight? Hm? Ever used it?"
"N-no... th-this is, nngh, my first... aahk!"
"Figures. You bite down well. Am I supposed to believe that?"
"R...really."
The cock tore her up inside with a wet, ripping rhythm, and even clawing the floor with her nails couldn't beat back the pleasure spreading through her like a virus.
If anything, the piston-heat of her cunt and the cock stabbing as if it meant to split her in two left her head burning, her reason impossible to hold.
The woman caught the wings fluttering in front of her and hauled them backward. Layla's body was dragged with them, her waist bending in a supple arch.
Thud! Thud! The cock dug stubbornly into her inner flesh. Her cunt sucked it down with greedy little kisses every time it sank in, like someone melting a mouthful of ice cream.
"Aghk... kkhk... aahk..."
"Pretty."
The woman let go of the wings and wrapped an arm around Layla's neck from behind.
Breath wouldn't come properly. Layla leaked in a thin trickle, as if she were wetting herself. Her face flushed a furious red, and just as those purple eyes rolled all the way back behind her lids, the woman loosened the choke and roughly shoved the back of her head. The frail body slammed into the floor. Only her ass stayed lifted high, twitching in spasms.
"Uk! Haa, haah... heeng."
The woman drove the cock that had slipped free straight back in and seized Layla's ass as if she meant to tear it off. The cunt, briefly empty and aching with the lack, clenched its inner walls tight the moment that cock filled the vacant space again.
"Kh... can't hold it."
She spread the cunt wide with both hands and slammed her hips in as deep as they would go. Each crashing thrust lifted the womb and seemed to roll the organs inward.
The cock, throbbing like a heart, couldn't withstand the writhing squeeze and poured cloudy semen to overflowing into the deepest place inside her.
The woman shook out every last drop.
Layla's belly gurgled.
She felt as if the semen would come back up out of her mouth.
Her groin burned as if it had been heated in a fire, and the cock packing her stretched inner walls full left her brain feeling crushed—pure rapture.
"Hii......"
A vast, boneless weakness washed over her.
It felt as if her body might melt and soak straight into the floor. The moment the woman's sex popped free, semen welled and spilled from the gaping slit.
"Worth looking at."
The woman's breath against her back was hot. She was clearly lying face-down by herself, and yet it felt as if someone were holding her from behind.
"Haven't let loose in a while. You'll do."
"...Thank you."
For praise, it was far too barren a thing to say.
Even so, the corners of Layla's mouth lifted.
The room, after that violent coupling, looked as if a typhoon had torn through it and left the spray behind. The woman didn't seem to care.
"See you again, cute little intruder."
With those words, the sensation of her body being sucked deep into the earth came over her, and Dreamfiend Leap cast itself on its own.
It meant the work was finished.
It was time to go home.
"Nnh? Haah, hnn!? Anh, aaahn—!"
What is this!?
The instant she returned to her room, tremendous pleasure crashed over her like a natural disaster she had no way to hold back.
Layla dropped where she stood, hugging her trembling body close and curling small. Her toes curled in of their own accord. Her tail shivered.
"Hhk, uk... euh..."
"It's all right, Layla. It's a gift of our kind."
The one who had come to her was her sister.
Why is she still here?
Did she wait for me?
Vivian didn't so much as blink at the sight of Layla thrashing and gushing.
"This is when every feeling you've had until now gets settled all at once, as pleasure. Don't resist. Take it."
Layla gave a small nod.
Tears clinging to her lashes made it hard to see.
"S-sis... haht... ter..."
"This much... you didn't listen to me, did you."
"I-I'm, nnh, sor...ryyy."
"Hopeless. Did you doubt me?"
"N-nooo... it's not like thaaat..."
"Enough. I don't want to hear it."
Vivian reached out, spread her fingers, and shook Layla's fluid-swollen cunt from side to side.
"Sisteeeer—!? Aghghk...!?"
Layla looked up at Vivian. But Vivian didn't spare her a glance, and twisted her clit with a long nail.
"Kyaaaah!!"
Layla shuddered as if she'd been struck by lightning. Her legs splayed, and fluid shot from her slit in spurts like a water gun.
"Just feel it naturally."
Vivian drew Layla's head into her embrace and went right on tormenting nothing but the clit.
Pinching. Twisting. Even a sharp little slap.
Layla's screams and moans rang without a pause. Her slick left wet marks all over the walls of the room.
Hideous pleasure seized her and shook her.
How much time passed?
Layla had spent every ounce of strength and lay sprawled on the floor, utterly spent.
Even her breathing was small and thin.
Vivian looked down at her, then opened the door.
"Clean the room."
"......Yes."
She didn't have the energy to answer, but it was her sister's word. She squeezed out strength she didn't have and answered anyway.
It felt as if she had wrung everything out of herself at once and become an empty battery.
"It feels like I only dreamed it."
I'm still hazy.
The floor was a wreck of her own slick. Even so, she didn't want to move. Neither her tail nor her wings had the strength to so much as twitch.
"Do succubi get the comedown too?"
Sprawled there at home, she realized she had been fucked by that woman.
She was ashamed.
Layla covered her face with both hands.
You idiot! If you're a succubus, you were supposed to take the lead!
What good was regretting it now? All that came back was the memory of whimpering and moaning beneath that woman.
"Ugh, I'm soaked in slick and semen. It's all sticky..."
The woman who had seemed like a High Demon—now that she thought about it, those indifferent eyes and that solid body were stamped into her mind as if branded there.
Was this what they called falling for someone with your body?
You mix bodies once and it turns into this?
Calling it once was a stretch, though. It had gone on a long time, and it had been very intense.
"I should check my stats."
Strength:2
Stamina:6(+2)
Spirit:5
Intelligence:10(+3)
Dreamfiend Leap
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Reverie Leap
"Oh... it went up. Five whole points! My grade went up too?!"
Layla tried to spring to her feet, but her legs gave out and she dropped right back down. Even so, her eyes wouldn't leave the status window.
Intelligence was in the double digits. No less.
But if five points went up... don't tell me that was five times?
No. Sometimes not knowing was a mercy.
"The skill changed too. Reverie Leap?"
You do not enter reality. You enter the other person's dream.
"I go into their dream? That's amazing. Then we don't kill each other? I don't really get it."
Sister had probably learned all of this ages ago.
She had started far later than her peers, so she would have to push that much harder. She still had single-digit stats, but now that she had broken the ice, low numbers were a problem time would solve.
If anything, seeing them rise more than she had expected made her greedy.
"I can do this, can't I? At this rate, aren't I going to become a High Demon? What do I do if that actually happens?"
Hehe.
As if speaking for her excitement, her wings fluttered. Layla left the status window open like that for a long while.
"Ah. Right. Sister told me to clean the room."
With a strained groan she barely managed to get herself up. The moment she saw the wreck of a room, all she wanted was to sleep.