Chapter 104. The Pregnancy of Succubus Bella (4)
The Pregnancy of Succubus Bella (4)
Frowning at the Count's unusually troubled expression, she asked:
"Your belly... became full-term in just a few days?"
"Yes. I even felt the fetal movement. Clear as day, with my own cock."
"And... you said you wanted the child to be an incubus?"
"That's right."
I-seo fell silent for a moment before clicking her tongue in exasperation.
"That was a dream."
"...What?"
"Succubi don't get pregnant. They can't. They're nightmares."
I-seo drove the point home firmly.
"You were caught in Bella's dream illusion, my lord. A hallucination so intricate it blurred the line between reality and fantasy. Probably... a staged scenario to drain more of your vital energy in a more stimulating way."
"Th-that can't be... The sensations were so vivid!"
"That's what succubi do."
Lucian's face flushed crimson.
"That... That deceitful bitch!!"
He slammed his hands on the desk, stormed out, and kicked the door open with a bang.
Left alone, I-seo shook the potion bottle in her hand and sighed bitterly.
"Tch. Guess the efficacy test will have to wait. Today... she'll have him all to herself."
Lucian marched straight to the maids' lounge with murderous intent.
Giggling laughter seeped through the door crack.
"Did you know the Count spent all day yesterday pounding my pussy and ass? He even called me cute, gave me kisses, and showered me with so much love.
He finally tasted the true essence of a succubus. Begged me so desperately for an incubus son. Even promised me my own room."
It was Bella. She was bragging to the maids about yesterday's passionate encounter.
Her belly was flat. Not a hint of pregnancy—not even a spare ounce of fat.
Though she had claimed her mana circuits were burnt out, the high-concentration semen she'd absorbed from Lucian had slowly restored her powers as nourishment.
BAM—!
"Eeek?!"
The door flew open as if shattered, and Lucian barged in. Bella's face drained of color.
"M-My lord? What brings you here—"
"Come with me!"
Lucian seized one of Bella's black horns in a vice grip and dragged her away.
"Ow! That hurts! My lord! I'm sorry!"
The underground dungeon. Lucian hauled her back to the same cold, dark torture chamber where she'd first been imprisoned.
He threw her onto the interrogation chair and unbuckled his belt.
"Pregnant? Full-term? Incubus?"
Lucian's massive cock sprang out, looking even larger and harder than usual, swollen with rage.
"If you wanted a child that badly... I'll fuck you until you really get pregnant."
"KYAAAAH! My lord! Spare me! It was just a joke!"
Bella shrieked, but Lucian showed no mercy.
He forced her legs into an M-shape and rammed into her without foreplay.
SLURP—!
"SCREEEEEEEAM—!!"
All night long, the dungeon echoed with Bella's agonized—yet euphoric—screams of pleasure.
Dawn.
Only after fucking Bella unconscious did Lucian's fury subside enough for him to leave the dungeon.
As he stormed down the corridor, he suddenly grew confused.
'Wait... what part was the dream and what was real?'
Hiring Beatrice—was that a dream too?
He flung open the door to the administrative office beside his study.
Creak—
Inside, a woman was buried under piles of paperwork, a candle flickering beside her.
Neatly dressed in a formal suit, wearing intelligent glasses.
And behind them—those eerie, glowing crimson eyes.
Beatrice.
Startled by the sudden intrusion, she looked up. Her red eyes widened as they locked onto Lucian.
"...."
"...."
Silence.
She was real. Not a dream.
Relief washed over Lucian.
"Ah, sorry. Just checking if you were alive."
SLAM.
He hastily shut the door and vanished.
Left behind, Beatrice adjusted her glasses and clicked her tongue.
"'Checking if I was alive'—and no knock, either. Humans nobles truly have no manners."
She shook her head and returned to her paperwork.
Lucian, with no time to ponder why Beatrice was working at this hour, collapsed onto his bed and slept soundly for the first time in ages.
[A few days later]
The newly hired vampire butler, Beatrice, was nothing short of exceptional.
With intellect surpassing human limits and administrative skills honed in the Demon Realm, she single-handedly handled three times the workload Lucian had struggled with day and night—flawlessly, without a single mistake.
Thanks to her, Lucian finally found himself free from the burdens of lordship, enjoying rare moments of leisure.
But perhaps that very freedom was the problem.
"Hmm..."
It had already been three weeks since his wife, Rachel, left for her family home.
She wouldn't return for at least another week.
With his watchdog gone and time to spare, the perverse urges buried deep within Lucian—loosened further by his recent forbidden "pregnancy sex" (illusion) with the succubus Bella—erupted like a dam breaking.
He began acting like an unbridled colt.
Lurking around the castle, he made advances on any maid who caught his eye.
"Eek! M-My lord?"
"Stay still. I'm curious about how you feel, Ann."
He'd sneak up silently behind a maid cleaning the hallway, pressing his thick cock against the cleft of her plump ass.
Or slip his hand under the raised arm of a maid polishing windows, groping her breasts without warning.
He'd even yank up the skirt of a maid washing dishes, fondling her panty-clad pussy before casually strolling away.
The biggest issue? His targets weren't just his retainer maids.
Not trusted confidantes like Maria, Ari, or Ella—who had already shared both body and heart with him—but ordinary maids merely working for wages now fell within his sphere of indulgence.
A strange tension and bewilderment settled over the castle.
Was it the backlash from Rachel's absence? Or had his moral barriers crumbled completely after coupling with a demon?
Whatever the reason, Lucian's desires were spiraling out of control.
A new laundry maid.
Basking in the warm afternoon sun, she sat on a rooftop bench, enjoying the peaceful view of the fief beyond the castle walls.
Taking a bite of a cookie from her basket, she savored the moment.
'I made the right choice coming here.'
A maid position in House Eckhart was the envy of common-born girls. The wages and benefits far surpassed those of other noble households.
Of course, the clause tucked in the contract's corner—"must comply with the master's sexual demands"—had given her pause.
But Head Maid Maria had reassured her during orientation:
"Don't worry. The Count has high standards—he rarely touches regular maids. He already has his beautiful retainer maids, after all."
And it had held true. The Count was too busy to even see often, and the castle was filled with stunning women like Ella and I-seo.
Though she considered herself quite pretty, she knew she paled in comparison.
So she'd thought herself safe from his attention within these walls.
Moreover, the recently restored benefits had boosted the maids' morale to an all-time high.
"Ah, delicious. The breeze is nice too..."
Brushing off cookie crumbs, the new maid stretched.
Creak—
The rooftop door swung open.
Startled, she jumped to her feet.
"Ah, my lord. Good afternoon."
It was Lucian.
He strolled in leisurely, hands clasped behind his back as usual—but the aura he exuded was predatory, oppressive.
Flustered, she bowed hastily and tried to excuse herself.
"Forgive the intrusion. I'll take my leave now."
As she moved to slip past him—
Snap.
Lucian's large hand closed around her slender wrist.
'Huh...?'
Confused, she looked up at him.
Backlit, his face was shadowed—but his glowing red eyes burned bright.
This wasn't the benevolent gaze of a lord.
It was the look of a starving beast cornering its prey, poised to deliver the killing blow.
"In such a hurry?"
Lucian's voice was low as he yanked her toward him.
The peaceful rooftop instantly became a locked room with no escape.
Her heart pounded violently as Lucian held her wrist.
The "lecherous" Count she'd only heard about from fellow maids. Reason screamed at her to flee, but her feet stayed rooted to the ground.
As his shadowed face drew nearer, she finally faced the master of this territory head-on.
'Ah...'
Fear trembled in her eyes—but then, something shimmered.
Up close, Lucian was even more overwhelming than the rumors.
His sculpted nose and jawline, framed by neatly combed black hair—and those mesmerizing crimson eyes that both intimidated and enchanted.