Chapter 96
The saintess was mistaken. "W-what...?" Marian shot up from her seat, her face a mask of shock. Last time, she'd witnessed the Hero bedding Karen, Jena, and some unidentified dwarf blacksmith all at once, which had made her hesitate to use soul projection for a good while. But Marian, who maintained her position as saintess in that cutthroat church, wasn't oblivious. She was absolutely certain no one else would be in the Hero's room today. It was prime time. Marian was burning with anticipation at the thought of rubbing her pussy against the Hero's body in her projected form after so long.
But when she arrived in the Hero's room like that, the sight that greeted Marian was utterly unbelievable. She saw herself entangled with the Hero. The shock was so intense that her soul projection involuntarily dispersed without her realizing it.
What? What? What? What? Hundreds of question marks flooded Marian's mind. She was normally sharp, but right now her brain was too busy replaying the image of herself impaled on the Hero, moaning in ecstasy, to function properly.
A doppelganger? No way... After staring blankly for a while, that was the hypothesis Marian finally came up with. A doppelganger that stole human appearances to live among them. It couldn't possibly harm the immortal Hero, but doppelgangers were still dangerous monsters. And if it stole the Hero's appearance... just imagining it was horrifying.
I... I could never refuse him. With zero evidence, Marian was already convinced the doppelganger would seduce her. She'd immersed herself completely in the scenario she'd conjured up.
Ah, so does that mean the Hero...? Marian's cheeks flushed red again. After all, the Hero fucking a doppelganger that looked exactly like her meant he didn't hate her. Her expression naturally slackened into a goofy grin, but she quickly shook her head vigorously and refocused.
Marian, this isn't the time! I have to protect the Hero! Pulling herself together, she attempted soul projection again. Having unleashed unbelievably powerful holy magic against Bahamons, Marian was brimming with confidence. Doppelgangers were dark-attribute demons, and she had excellent matchup against them as the saintess.
"Hm? Did she leave?" I tilted my head in confusion at Marian's soul projection vanishing in an instant. The saintess, who used to obsessively watch my sex sessions in detail, had been dipping out midway lately. It bugged me a little, but right now, the important one was the succubus queen in front of me. For her to boldly demand I satisfy her, she probably had some solid intel.
"Haaah... aaahn!" I could see the decorative ornament at the end of the sword hilt vibrating, relentlessly teasing Lilite's clit. She kept twitching her hips in response, but I needed something fresher. I had a good idea and naturally brought the sword to her mouth.
Her racial traits are straight-up broken. Lilite, who'd only recently gotten a taste for cock, instinctively stuck out her tongue and accepted the sword. The sight of her lewdly sucking on it with that slutty expression was hot as hell. I shoved the hilt into her mouth and started pounding her hips hard.
"Mmmgh..." With both mouths under assault, Lilite let out dazed moans. The sword hilt filling her mouth muffled her properly. She seemed to love it—her signature sticky pussy clamped down fiercely on my dick. Her inner walls sucked onto me like a suction cup, gripping tight.
Demon pussy really is something else. Whether it was a succubus specialty or a general demon trait, I didn't know, but I felt a smug satisfaction.
Back again? Just as I was admiring Lilite's pussy, Marian's soul projection reappeared in my room. Luckily, the thoroughly mind-broken succubus queen hadn't noticed her yet. But Marian stared at us with a resolute expression, her eyes flashing like she was about to attack Lilite.
"No." The word slipped out of me instinctively, and I saw Marian's projection flinch.
"W-what...?" I'd stopped the saintess for now, but Lilite heard me too. She spat out the sword she'd been sucking diligently and gave me a puzzled look. Her eyes shifted toward Marian, and I hurriedly continued.
"Shut up and listen, Lilite."
"Uh, y-yeah?" I saw her flinch upon spotting the saintess, but she was quick on the uptake. In that split second, she realized I didn't want to tip off that I'd noticed. She swallowed hard and looked at me.
"What's the situation in the Great Forest?"
"...The elves are getting pushed back hard."
"What about the demon army's forces?"
"I don't know exactly. Baal headed that way, and there's at least one other ally."
I kept quizzing Lilite while secretly gauging Marian's reaction. She wasn't an idiot; hearing this, she'd realize Lilite was my spy in the demon army. Sure enough, the aggressive aura Marian had been building toward Lilite dissipated.
We'd dodged the crisis. I let out a sigh of relief, and Lilite seemed to as well. She was subtly wary of Marian—scared, even. And her frightened succubus pussy started stimulating my dick even more fiercely, as if begging to live.
Urk. Caught in that tense standoff, the sudden stimulation pushed me over the edge. I unloaded deep inside Lilite.
"Hik... H-Hero's cum... my belly's burning hot, haaaah!!"
She hadn't expected the sudden creampie. Her eyes rolled back as she convulsed in orgasm-like ecstasy. In normal sex, it might be underwhelming, but for Lilite, nothing felt better than human semen—that's why she reacted like that.
Gone again? Confirming Marian's projection had vanished once more, I pulled out of Lilite. Her revitalized pussy was contracting and relaxing endlessly, like it wanted to milk every last drop.
"Haaaah... What the hell was that bitch?" Despite having Marian's exact face, Lilite was asking about her identity. She'd probably transformed into Marian because she was the only one in my party Lilite had met.
"The saintess."
"...That peeping pervert?"
Lilite looked baffled, and I burst out laughing at the absurdity.
"So? You're up against the Barbarian King?"
"Yeah. Baal ordered it."
Lilite answered with a face full of dissatisfaction. She'd promised info if I satisfied her, and she had zero qualms spilling demon army secrets.
"Then you're screwed."
"You call that helpful right now?"
She glared at me, bristling. "What do you want me to do? We're close now, sure, but you're still demon army."
"No, not that. Aren't you underestimating me too much?"
Her pissed-off expression wasn't quite what I'd expected. She wasn't mad at my "who cares if you die" tone—it was the implication she'd lose to Barkan that irked her. Half-joking as it was, Lilite really couldn't beat the Barbarian King Barkan with her skills.
"You confident? Against that Barbarian King?"
"He's just a guy. Gotta have a weakness."
Lilite didn't plan to win through straight combat, apparently. But her answer struck me as odd. If she knew anything about the Barbarian King, she wouldn't say that.
Less informed than I thought?