Chapter 61. Bella vs Ella
Bella vs Ella
Contrary to the rebel officer's claims, Castle Eckhart hadn't been completely razed to the ground.
Despite his despicable nature, the Second Prince had declared, "We're not pirates or occupying forces. This too is our territory," prohibiting meaningless slaughter and pillaging. As long as they didn't resist, non-combatant servants and territory residents could at least keep their lives.
But exceptions always exist.
Some nobles who had long harbored inferiority complexes and resentment toward Count Lucian reveled in their victory, playing the part of conquerors. Among them, the most depraved was undoubtedly Marquis Valmore.
"Where is she?! That damned maid! Bring out that wretched bitch!"
The Marquis stormed through the maids' quarters with his soldiers in tow. Burning with the sole desire to repay his humiliation from the last ball, he searched frantically but found no trace of Nancy.
"Damn it! Did she escape? How dare she slip through my fingers?!"
Blinded by rage, the Marquis grabbed the first maid he saw by the hair and dragged her away.
His destination? None other than Count Lucian's bedroom.
"Shame that pretty little thing isn't here, but you'll have to do. Must feel extra special getting railed on the Count's own bed."
"No! Please! Stop!!"
The unnamed maid screamed, but the Marquis threw her onto Lucian's bed.
On sheets still carrying the Count's scent, her clothes were torn apart by rough, fat hands.
"No!! Aaahhh!!"
Horrified shrieks and the sound of flesh slapping echoed beyond the closed door. The castle staff covered their ears and trembled. A masterless castle was no different from hell.
Meanwhile, in the deepest part of the underground dungeon.
Beneath the torture chamber Lucian used for "interrogations" lay another secret space—an emergency safehouse prepared by House Eckhart for crises like this.
Maria, Nancy, Ari, Riri, Ella, and Sophia.
All of Lucian's "women" had safely taken refuge here.
But they were stunned to find an unexpected guest already waiting.
"Hmph, sounds pretty noisy up there. Must be quite the commotion. Saw a bunch of rats scurrying around in a panic."
A woman swinging shackled limbs while humming a tune.
The succubus they thought dead—Bella.
Dressed in nothing but a thin slip instead of prison garb, she lounged diagonally across a luxurious bed. Though pale, her eyes still gleamed fiercely.
"Oh? Don't see that brat I-seo around. Was looking forward to teaching that cheeky girl a lesson."
"You... how are you alive?"
Sophia's shocked question made Bella laugh.
"Tried to kill me, then spared me. Your man did."
Bella stroked her lower abdomen.
"His cum... no, that holy poison burned through my mana circuits deep in my womb. I'm just a half-baked succubus now, can't even use my powers properly. Just a pet living on Master Lucian's mercy now."
The blessed semen of Lucian, enhanced by Priestess Sophia's powers, had become both lethal poison and shackles to the dark magic creature. Having failed Belial's mission and leaked information, Bella couldn't return. Terrified of Belial's retribution, she'd begged Lucian for her life. He'd hidden her here, occasionally visiting to "replenish" her and prolong her existence.
"Going mad wanting to leave... but stepping out means getting torn apart by Belial. No choice but to play dead in this hole."
Sophia studied Bella.
Remembering Lucian's account of her past—an ordinary northern succubus kidnapped and brainwashed by Belial into becoming a fiend. In her shackled state, Sophia saw not a villain but an abused victim.
'Poor soul...'
Moved by pity, Sophia approached.
Like soothing a wounded animal, she cautiously reached out to embrace her.
"You've suffered so much... Bella."
Bella reacted violently.
"Kyaaah!! Don't touch me!"
She scrambled back in terror to the far edge of the bed.
"Stay away! Where do you think you're touching, you holy bitch! Feels like I'll burn up if you lay a finger on me!"
"Ah..."
Sophia froze. The priestess's aura was apparently agonizing even to a half-power nightmare.
Thus began their awkward, uncomfortable coexistence.
Fortunately, the secret room was well-stocked with emergency rations.
While Sophia the priestess and Bella the succubus barely needed to eat, survival was a real concern for the human maids.
"When... will this war end?"
Riri chewed on jerky, sniffling.
From above came intermittent thuds and screams.
The surface was hell; the underground, a prison.
"The Count... will come. Without fail."
Maria comforted the maids.
Ella hugged her knees, fiddling with the bracelet Lucian had given her. Nancy sighed, worrying over Lucian and the guard captain's safety.
In a corner, Sophia knelt before a small altar she'd built.
"Please... may he retake this castle and come rescue us."
All they could do was pray their desperate wishes would reach Lucian, wherever he was, covered in blood and charging forward.
In the darkness, the fates of six women flickered precariously like a single candle flame.
As days stretched on in the underground refuge, boredom and anxiety swirled.
The silence was shattered by the succubus lounging on the bed.
"Hmph, since you girls can't satisfy our master properly... no wonder he keeps coming to me."
Bella flicked her tail, sneering.
"What?!"
Ari shot up, trembling with anger. Though terrified of the horned, winged demon, she couldn't stay silent.
"What makes you think you've pleased the Count more than us?! We're with him every day! You have no idea how much he loves us! And! We know exactly what he likes!"
"Pfft. Look at that innocent face, talking big. Even a stray dog would laugh."
Bella cackled, running a finger down her neck.
"Hoho, you know what master loves? When he chokes me until my eyes roll back from lack of air, then pounds me like crazy. You little mice would just tremble in fear of passing out."
"You...!"
Ari seethed, prompting Nancy to step in, arms crossed.
"Hmph. Bragging about that? The Count... gets even hotter when I'm bleeding beneath him."
Nancy smirked, recalling their recent period sex.
"He gulps down my blood-streaked juices like they're nectar. A mere succubus like you could never."
"Oh... hoho, you've got some bite."
Bella's eyes glittered.
"Wish I'd known he liked that. Too bad I don't menstruate..."
Her red tongue flicked out lewdly.
"But... I could bite my tongue while sucking his cock. Mouth full of blood, licking and sucking. Then kiss him with bloodstained lips—he'd lose his mind. Ooh, that's good."
"Eek!"
Just hearing it made Nancy recoil, goosebumps rising.
As everyone stood speechless, imagining the scene—
"Hold on!"
Ella (Victoria) raised a hand, cutting off Bella.
"Honestly? That all sounds rather pedestrian."
"What?! From some prissy noble girl who looks like she'd just scream beneath him? What could you possibly know? Spouting nonsense!"
Bella scoffed, but Ella's eyes were already alight with madness and obsession.
"The Count wouldn't be satisfied with such basic sadism. Real sex requires creativity."
Swallowing hard, Ella began listing her recent favorite plays.
"Ever heard of Reverse Standing Carry?"
"What's that?"
"The Count lifts me from behind and fucks me midair.
His arms loop under my thighs, hands clasped behind my neck so I can't move. Requires extreme male strength and stamina, female flexibility, and perfect size difference alignment—an ultra-high-difficulty position."
Ella gestured animatedly.
"Neck locked tight, breath hitching, watching his cock plunge into my pussy below while my tits bounce wildly... that feeling of total domination..."
Gulp
The room held its breath.
"Can't move except to arch my chest. All I can do is moan. But I beg him to take me outside like that. He pretends to refuse, then carries me into the hallway. While walking, I plead for him to fuck both holes."
Ella licked her lips.
"Sometimes I throw myself at him, begging him to spin me around while thrusting.
Just once like this, and the Count collapses exhausted.
'Must be my dick size,' he claims, but oh how he loves it!"
"......"
Silence blanketed the shelter.
"Well... even among humans, there are madwomen..."
Bella the succubus muttered, then fell quiet for a long while.
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