Lakyus stood beside the bed, facing Beryl. Evileye lay collapsed nearby, and he was tending to her.
"So? Why were you out there?"
"I-I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to spy..."
Lakyus hurried to explain. Her body had been strange since the frog-type incubus swallowed her. She'd gone to Evileye for advice. Evileye wasn't in her room, so she'd come here, thinking he might know something.
"...And then I heard Evileye's voice from inside..."
When she finished, the man's expression turned thoughtful. Had she disappointed him? Did he despise her? Her chest tightened, and she changed the subject.
"But I was surprised... you and Evileye, lovers-"
"No, we're not lovers."
"...What?"
She blinked. Lakyus had been raised as a chaste maiden, but adventuring had taught her that physical relationships without romance existed. Still, she never imagined Evileye would accept such an arrangement. Yet the reality was undeniable-they'd been having sex. Why?
"The incubus poison is cured through sex. Evileye came to me for treatment."
"I-l see..."
That made sense. Or rather, she chose to accept it. If that reasoning were true, it suited her purposes better.
"Th-then... could you treat me as well?"
She wanted to share in it-the aching body, the man she desired, the coupling she'd seen so many times in dreams. All of it had stripped away her reason.
"You don't need treatment. It'll heal with time."
"I-is that so? Then... um..."
She thought desperately. Nothing came. Her cleverness worked against her-she accepted his logic as correct, and every thought only reinforced not doing it. She knew she could cast aside her pride and beg, but if he refused, she wouldn't recover.
She agonized, agonized, agonized-
"Even so... would you treat me? If you don't mind, that is..."
Her aching body forced the words out, no excuse needed.
"...I don't mind, but are you truly sure?"
"I-I won't take it back... please?"
"...Very well."
His hand touched her nightclothes. Slowly, gently, he undid the fastenings and removed them. Her underwear slipped away too. Her firm white skin was exposed, breasts spilling free.
"H-how do I look?"
"Good. Beautiful."
She'd never thought she could be happy to hear her body praised. But with someone she liked, she could.
His hand touched her breast.
He stroked gently, admiring her body.
The same caress from her dreams. She smiled and looked at him. An expectant gaze-and he answered, bringing his face close.
They kissed. Not lovers, just bodies permitted to each other-yet he slipped his tongue in as if confirming love.
Slurp, suck.
"Nn nn...."
Their tongues entwined greedily while he kneaded her breasts.
Her body had been thoroughly developed in dreams. Now just having her breasts fondled aroused her.
"Haa ah ah."
Just tangling tongues made her ache. Far better than her earlier masturbation. If kissing felt this good, adding masturbation would be even better-so she found her fingers at her sex.
She masturbated while her breasts were kneaded and they kissed. Pleasure from every part of her body, her pussy secreting fluids. She hoped to come like this-and then their lips parted. A bridge of mixed saliva hung between them.
"Ah..."
As she felt the loss, his fingers traced her pussy.
"Nn, ah."
Thanks to her own touching, her loosened passage accepted his fingers.
"Prepared enough... can I put it in?"
"Y-yes. It's fine..."
With her permission, he pushed her down and pressed his cock to her entrance. Large-exactly as in her dreams. She swallowed hard.
Then she heard rustling. Sheet sounds. She looked-
"E-Evileye...?"
"Lakyus... so you came too."
Her comrade, who'd been having sex with him moments ago, was watching.
"Th-this is... um..."
She tried to think of an excuse-
"Nnah...."
His cock entered her pussy. Mid-sentence, he drove deep. His glans struck her cervix, and her hips convulsed. Seeing this, Evileye smiled with composure.
"Fufu, you look like you're feeling good, Lakyus."
"B-because... eh."
Her walls felt every ridge of his cock. They squeezed, unwilling to let go. Evileye looked satisfied-and the man glanced at her.
"Keno was like this too, just now."
"Th-that's not true."
"No need to be embarrassed..."
Keno-the name felt odd, but Lakyus had no room to question it.
"...Lakyus, I'm moving."
"Yes... p-please."
And so the long-awaited sex began.
"Nn nngh."
With each thrust, Lakyus's large breasts swayed. Evileye's expression grew complicated.
"Beryl... do you prefer women with bigger breasts?"
"Hm? If she's cute, breast size doesn't matter."
He answered with composure, but Lakyus had none.
"Ah aah."
He gripped her hips and thrust from shallow to deep. The long strokes sent pleasure through her, convulsing her body.
"Keno, help Lakyus feel good too, would you?"
"Y-yeah... I don't mind, but..."
"If you help, I'll give you plenty later."
"Fine. Don't forget your promise."
Evileye sat above Lakyus's head and reached down to her swaying breasts.
"Aah, Evileye, wait, my breasts are sensitive..."
"I know. You were moaning plenty earlier."
Her comrade kneaded her breasts while the man she loved pounded her pussy. The unreal situation brought mind-melting pleasure. Then Evileye's fingers found her nipples-
Scratched with nails. Lakyus twisted, and Evileye smirked.
"So Lakyus is weak here."
"Th-that's not-"
"Nnah aah."
Attacked above and below, her mind neared collapse.
"Nngh ah aah."
Beryl's glans struck her womb repeatedly.
"Hi guh...."
Her consciousness scrambled, muddled. Too good-she'd go stupid.
"Well, that's enough... Evileye, you can stop helping. Get ready."
"U-understood..."
Her breasts were released. She thought the pace might slow-
He gripped her hips and fucked her in earnest. She grabbed the sheets, legs spasming, crying out loudly.
"Aah wait... too rough."
She moaned, trembled, panted. She knew she was a mess and had no way to hide it.
"Ohh aah no."
The sex she'd longed for in dreams. The cock she'd always wanted. It felt exactly as she'd imagined, proving her wish fulfilled. Pleasure struck her like a blow.
"I'm coming, I'm going to come, coming."
Wet bodies slapped together like applause. Lewd sounds, lewd voice, her brain ravaged by pleasure. In her vision, Evileye appeared.
"Ohh hoo, ah...."
Evileye was masturbating to their coupling, desperately fingering herself. Semen leaked from her pussy.
Lakyus envied her-but then remembered she'd soon receive the same, and smiled.
"Ah love, love, love, I love you love...."
Confessions she couldn't make sober slipped out.
"I love you too, Lakyus."
"Th-that makes me happy..."
Watching his cock move in and out, Lakyus wore a blissful smile. Between them, Evileye spoke up anxiously.
"Wh-what about me? Do you love me too?"
Lakyus understood that feeling painfully well and had no complaint about the interruption.
"Of course. If I didn't, I wouldn't be sleeping with you, Keno."
"I-is that so... I see..."
Receiving his affection, Evileye smiled sloppily. He kissed her, tangling tongues.
He kept moving his hips even while kissing. It felt like multitasking, but she didn't mind-she was grateful he was servicing both of them at once.
"Aah feels good...."
The thrusts gradually increased in speed and force. Lakyus felt pleasure, her hair and breasts swaying.
"Aah no I'm coming coming coming coming."
Unable to endure, she convulsed-
"I'm c-coming."
She squirted as she climaxed. Her body twitching, he pulled out. Her entrance twitched, she writhed, and wet herself. The sheets were soiled, but the heavy orgasm burned through her too much to care.
"Keno."
"N-next is my-"
Before Keno could finish, he pushed her down and thrust in.
"W-wait, so sudden."
He drove deep in one motion-
Spurt.
"-ah aah suddenly, inside... ohh."
He came inside Evileye's depths. Held tight, unable to move, she received the semen he hadn't released during sex with Lakyus. Lakyus watched, stunned. Evileye was being filled, and she hadn't been.
Why? Why Evileye? Why not me?
-x-X-x-
"Wh-why her...!?"
"Keno is a talented mage, so she can make it so that she doesn't get pregnant. You're different, Lakyus."
I said this while pushing deep into Evileye's small body and came again.
"W-wait, my pussy isn't a semen trash bin, ahh."
Semen spurted from their joint. Lakyus held her breath.
She fingered her just-orgasmed pussy, gritting her teeth. True, that much semen could impregnate her. Pregnancy meant responsibility for a new life. Carrying the child of a man she wasn't even lovers with-not desirable for the Aindra family, for the leader of Blue Rose, or for herself.
Splurt.
"Aah, inside again."
And yet she wanted it. Even casting aside her principles, she wanted it. The conclusion the usual Lakyus would never reach-she reached it, driven by desire.
"Nn haaah, Beryl, don't suddenly come inside."
"Sorry... did you hate it, Keno?"
I pulled out my cock glistening with cum and her love juice, and Evileye sat up.
"I-I didn't say I hated it..."
Semen leaked from Evileye's entrance like incontinence. Enviable. She wanted to be filled. Evileye was enviable. She wanted to be bred in earnest.
"B-Beryl..."
"What is it, Lakyus?"
"I want... I want you to come inside me too..."
Lakyus spread her pussy lips with her fingers, showing her entrance. Twitching, she displayed it and begged for his mercy.
"Didn't you hear what I said?"
"N-no, I heard you! I heard, but... please, I'll take responsibility..."
She begged desperately. If it was his child, she'd bear it. She wished for it-
"...No. If you get pregnant, I'll take responsibility too. So don't say that."
"B-but..."
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at him. She felt pathetic, but couldn't stop. Evileye, held by him, turned to him.
"Beryl... if Lakyus gets pregnant, I'll help too. So please, her as well..."
"Evileye..."
Loving the same man, yet she supported her. Grateful for Evileye's generosity, Lakyus looked up at him.
"Please... please."
At her desperate plea, I exhaled shortly.
"With that much... I can't refuse. I'll keep you company a while longer."
"Th-thank you..."
"Is that something to thank me for?" I smiled wryly at her gratitude.
-x-X-x-
"Aah aah ah."
Lakyus's arms held, taken from behind. My cock rubbed different places than before.
"Feels good, love it, love."
Each thrust brought dull pleasure echoing deep in her belly. Her thoughts blurred, nothing else mattered.
"I'm coming, coming again coming."
Her arms were held, so she couldn't escape. She twisted, but couldn't break free.
"Aaah aah nngh."
She could only moan under his earnest thrusts.
"Aah aaah coming coming coming...."
Her breasts swayed obscenely as I slammed into her. Pleasure exceeded her body's limits—
"Coming...."
She climaxed, convulsing. Simultaneously-
Squirt. Splurt.
"Ah... aah...nn."
I came inside Lakyus. He'd ejaculated many times tonight, yet it was still thick and plentiful-pumping heavy semen into her. Splurt...
"Ah... inside... it's coming..."
Her depths filled with semen. As his seed flooded her body, her heart filled too. He pulled out.
The friction at her entrance drew a moan. Semen leaked from her pussy opening. She collapsed on the bed, catching her breath. Her heart pounded as if about to burst.
Keno grabbed my arm.
"N-next... it's my turn, isn't it?"
"Keno... you really do love sex.
"That's not it! It's not that I love sex... it's..."
She pressed her fingers together, embarrassed.
"I-I just love doing it with you..."
Lakyus found the gesture slightly calculated. But she doubted Evileye would be so scheming. Probably genuine.
"Keeno, you shouldn't say things like that."
"Eh? Wh-why?"
Confused, Evileye was embraced and kissed forcefully.
Unable to voice anything, Evileye's mouth was ravaged. At first confused, she quickly melted into ecstasy.
"Ha, haa...."
When I finally released her tongue, she was thoroughly undone.
"Because this happens. I lose control."
"Th-then... it's fine to say it..."
"...I see. So that's how it is." I smirked and grabbed Evileye's hips-
Bang!!
"Ohh."
I slammed my cock in her tight pussy. Evileye, pushed onto her back, convulsed.
"Aah ohh nnoh."
Moaning obscenely, Evileye was being fucked.
"Kuh aah aaaah."
Her hips gripped; she received intense thrusts. Watching, Lakyus drooled and moved above Evileye's head.
"Aah Lakyu-nngh S...? ohh."
Lakyus reached for Evileye's breasts and pinched her nipples.
"Nnh you-wh-what are you doing eh."
"Returning the favor... you're weak here too, aren't you, Evileye? Your nipples."
"Th-that's not...."
Nipples pinched by Lakyus, pussy pounded by me.
"Aah firs-ohh ho."
Evileye convulsed intermittently, her pinned body jumping. She was coming from too much pleasure.
"Ohh ohhh ooooh."
I didn't stop. Lakyus didn't stop licking her nipples.
"B-Beryl wait I'm coming I'm coming wait-*
"Ohhhooo."
Lewd sounds echoed from the semen-and-fluid-soaked honeypot. She came again and again, but it didn't end.
"Lakyuuus stop stop it."
"No. Right, Beryl?"
"Hm? Ah... yes. Just keep playing with her until she's satisfied."
"Ohhhooo oh ohh."
Lakyus smiled over the moaning Evileye.
"I'm about to come inside, Keeno."
"W-wait a moment let me rest-
Evileye was making beast-like sounds now. Lakyus pinched and pulled her nipples.
"Ohh ohhhooo."
Finding Evileye's climaxing face adorable, Lakyus stroked her chest. Then-
Splurt.
"C-coming oh ah ah coming."
He came inside Evileye again. Lakyus marveled at how much semen his body contained-but didn't question it. She only watched Evileye, convulsing on her back, and felt envy.
"Lakyus, can you still go?"
"Eh..."
I wasn't satisfied yet.
Lakyus considered her body's condition-her pussy convulsing from repeated orgasms, her clitoris swollen.
"Ah..."
She couldn't anymore. Her body said so. But-
"... Of course. You can fuck me until you're bored... no, would you hold me...?"
She prioritized desire.
On her hands and knees above the supine Evileye, Lakyus was taken from behind again. But this time, their bodies overlapped.
Lakyus kissed Evileye, tongues entwining, while I ravaged her creampied pussy.
Tongues tangled with Evileye, pussy gripping my cock. Lakyus's whole body felt good-she might melt into them.
"Aah aahhh."
Three bodies mingling, about to dissolve.
"Nn fuu fuu."
"Heh ahe...."
Semen and fluids, sweat and tears, mixing into a mess-
Splurt, splurt.
"Aah aaaah... coming coming."
The two felt incredibly happy...
-x-X-x-
Evileye and Lakyus were desperately licking my cock. A peculiar sweet scent filled the bed. The low-level incubus poison should have been cured by now, but they'd apparently been affected by my fluids instead.
Slurp, slurp. Suck, suck.
They licked competitively, looking up at me with fawning eyes. What a sight. I stroked both their heads, and they blushed and smiled while they cleaned his cock with their mouths.
-x-X-x-
The next morning.
After the two returned to their rooms, I stared at the wreckage of my room and was speechless. Soaked, sticky, utterly destroyed.
I summoned Lazlo, who'd been nursing Clementine, and had her clean and restore the room-code for destroying evidence. She scolded me: "Mother is bedridden, and you're having sex like this..."
I didn't rebuttal. I hadn't intended to. And the cause was the Violation Toad Lazlo summoned!
-x-X-x-
I informed the members of Blue Rose that I would be leaving the capital to handle a request requiring some travel. Blue Rose, however, couldn't leave—they had to guard the capital against demon remnants and deal with the aftermath.
Momon the Dark Hero-Momonga-and Narberal were also returning to E-Rantel.
Along the way, Silver Wings was promoted to adamantite. Their performance against the demons and various other contributions had been evaluated highly. It felt like hitting the level cap in a game: satisfying, yet strangely empty now that the objective was gone.
When I told Blue Rose he was leaving, Evileye clung to me with surprising force. Lakyus, conscious of the others' eyes, didn't protest as strongly, but Evileye threw something close to a tantrum. When we'd first met, she'd carried herself with far more maturity. Now she acted her look. Gagaran eventually grabbed her by the scruff, and she settled down like a cat.
It wasn't a final farewell. I would return often. Still, adventurers lived dangerous lives. Next time we met, one of them could be dead. That was why she hadn't wanted to let go.
But I couldn't stay in the capital. There was too insufficient.
I said my goodbyes. Clementine exchanged words with Brain and Climb. She'd grown rather friendly with them. Then they left the capital behind.
-x-X-x-
Now I, Clementine, and Lazlo had gathered in a room on the Ninth Floor-Clementine's room, technically. By definition, it was my "concubine" suite, a large multi-person chamber with several smaller rooms inside. At present, only Clementine used it. One of the empty bedrooms saw occasional use by Belial-for purposes other than sleep.
It was, in any case, ideal for a group gathering.
"So starting today, Silver Wings is off for three days."
Clementine, seated across the large table, responded with a lazy "Yaaay."
"During the break, you have the right to monopolize me. You've been busy lately, so consider it a reward."
"Monopolize... Belial-sama, what does that actually let me do?"
"Anything."
I sipped the coffee my little daughter had brewed, grimaced at the bitterness, and added several sugar cubes.
"Anything?"
"If you want to go somewhere, eat something, I'll do my best to make it happen."
Nazarick had the wealth and military strength to make most things possible. Not everything, but most.
"If there's something you want me to do, that works too."
"Ehh... that just makes it harder."
She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, thinking. I told her there was no rush-three days was plenty. She nibbled a financier. Nazarick's food was consistently excellent.
"Then what about you, Belial? Isn't there something you want to do?"
"This is a reward for you. It doesn't matter."
"But I'd rather do what you want together."
Lazlo smiled warmly from the side.
"...Erotic things?"
"That's what you come up with after all that thinking? Are you planning to get fucked senseless for three days?"
"I won't deny being perverted or lecherous... but no, that would genuinely break your body."
"So it's not that you can't."
Clementine underestimated an incubus's libido. This body could keep going for a month, not three days.
The sex drive was like hunger after a day without food-constantly roaring. I was fine for now only because I'd recently exhausted Hilma of Eight Fingers and Edström of the Six Arms after they'd been summoned to Nazarick. The two had been brainwashed into sex slaves and were presumably working hard in the rebuilding capital.
"Besides, erotic stuff is just an incubus racial trait, right?"
"Partly. Some of it is my own desire."
I hadn't been a sex addict before the transfer, but there was still the normal libido. Not everything could be blamed on the race.
"Then as Belial, not as an incubus—isn't there something you want to do?"
"I can't think of anything."
"You're way too dried up. Then—" Clementine planted her hands on the table. "—why don't we look for something together? Hobbies and stuff. It'd be good for you. Let's walk around Nazarick."
That wasn't a bad idea. Searching for something I wanted to do felt unnecessary, but touring Nazarick with Clementine didn't. So we set off, Lazlo accompanying them. Belial didn't remember every facility in Nazarick, so her help was essential.
The Ninth Floor had everything: a spa resort, a shot bar, tatami rooms, wooden flooring, a planetarium, a boutique, even wedding and funeral services-rooms born from the guild members' jokes and obsessions.
Their first stop was a darts bar. I invited Clementine to play. Both were high-level warriors with ranger inclinations and high throwing skills. Missing a target two or three meters away was impossible. We tied every round. I found it boring, but if Clementine was enjoying herself, that was enough.
"..." Clementine set her dart down. "I'm done. Let's go somewhere else, Belial."
"Hm? You sure?"
"I got bored. It's fine."
I nodded, slightly puzzled, then looked to Lazlo at the counter. "Lazlo, we're moving on."
"Father, I'm still drinking."
"Don't drink in the middle of the day. And don't drink looking like that."
Lazlo was in her little-girl maid form, sipping from a glass. She claimed she didn't get drunk—her "drunk" bad status was resisted. She drained the glass. The demon NPC bartender looked mildly unnerved.
Next was the theater room. Someone had stocked old films. Clementine had never seen a movie, so I avoided anything from the pre-transfer world and chose a sword-and-sorcery fantasy: a knight rescuing a princess from an evil dragon. Classic. Clementine watched transfixed. Lazlo brought popcorn and juice. Clementine loved the popcorn and devoured it before the film started, so I gave her half of mine.
After the credits, I asked what she thought. She said it was good, failing to hide a smirk. I promised to bring her again-there were more films. She asked if there were ones with lots of death, blood, and suffering. There were, in fact, more of those. Horror, suspense, thrillers-Tabula-san had liked them. Some banned-in-civilization films from the pre-transfer world were probably still there. They agreed to watch those next time.
As they left, Lazlo had churros in both hands and one in her mouth. I pretended not to see. She'd given Clementine one, so I let it slide. Still, Lazlo's behavior seemed more childish in her child form despite no change in intelligence. Clementine suggested she was just spoiled in front of her father.
Next was the Ninth Floor general store.
Originally created for atmosphere, it had become genuinely functional after the transfer. Maids used their salaries from Momonga to buy luxuries, and production NPCs restocked. Currency circulated inside Nazarick; almost every subordinate spent their wages there rather than outside. It offered better service, and most never left anyway.
I peered inside. Cosmetics, beauty products, lip balm, nail tools, packaged sweets, women's accessories, small goods, cute bags. More fashionable than he'd expected. The main customers were maids; general maids had the most disposable income.
Momonga and Belial's reforms had given them one day off per week-they'd wanted two, but the maids had begged them not to take away work.
Inside, three maids chatted. Foire complained that break should end soon. Cixous told her not to say that.
Foire envied Cixous's night shift. Cixous warned Lumière that Ainz's duty meant no food and no time to eat.
Lumière thanked her for the insight. Belial made a mental note to tell Momonga to let maids take breaks. He eavesdropped with Clementine and Lazlo. Foire asked why there was no Belial duty. Cixous explained that Lazlo was his official maid and Clementine his legal wife, leaving no room.
Clementine twitched at "legal wife." I hadn't known the maids saw her that way.
Among Nazarick's integrated personnel, Clementine was the only one I had a physical relationship with; I hadn't touched the maids or guardians. So "legal wife" wasn't unreasonable bit It was better for her to be respected than despised.
Foire wished she could be a concubine. Lumière scolded her, but admitted she wouldn't mind. Cixous agreed. They wondered what achievements would be needed to receive my favor, especially since even the Pleiades hadn't.
Lazlo, transformed into her mature maid form, and entered the shop. She scolded them for lacking maid awareness—any conversation could reach a Supreme Being's ears. The maids paled and apologized.
I stepped in and told Lazlo she was being too harsh.
The maids realized I'd heard everything and prostrated themselves, saying they'd die to apologize. Lazlo looked as if that were only proper. I told them to stand, said I wouldn't punish them, and was happier seeing them enjoy themselves as individuals. I only asked that lewd gossip be kept to private rooms. They thanked me with tears. I glanced at Lazlo, who nodded solemnly. I suspected she'd deliberately gotten angry first to create an opening for me to be merciful.
I told the maids I wouldn't regulate their conversations. Wishes could be spoken within Nazarick; freedom was fine as long as no one (Nazarick members) was hurt. So there was no sin to punish. Their faces regained color—then turned entranced and flushed.
Clementine tapped my shoulder. "Hey, handsome. Belial-chan, you're kind."
"You think so?"
"Yeah. I like that about you."
I didn't agree. I just find unnecessary evil action without anything to gain the most useless thing.
The three maids returned with recommendations: Cixous brought a cosmetics set, Foire sugar sweets, Lumière an accessory.
I bought all of them for Clementine. She looked pleased, so the choices were sound. I wanted to reward the maids, but this had been more like a punishment to ease their guilt. I thanked them and left.
It was about time. We headed for the private restaurant Lazlo had reserved.
-x-X-x-
Nazarick's Ninth Floor, a private restaurant. This room was separate from the dining hall used by the maids. It was reasonably spacious, with a single round table and two chairs facing each other-though the layout could be adjusted. At most, three round tables could probably fit.
Today, only two seats were prepared. Lazlo could have sat, but she insisted, "I am a maid," and remained standing. Never mind that she had spent most of the day behaving in ways that hardly suited a maid. Perhaps her mature-woman form really did raise her attentiveness.
Beyond the window of the private room stretched a beautiful view. The depth was only a texture, but the atmosphere was decent enough.
Across the table sat Clementine, dressed in a red gown.Lazlo had made her change into earlier, citing some nonsense about occasion and appearance.
I wore a white casual suit rather than my usual clothes—some Valentine's event equipment, pulled from storage at Lazlo's insistence. Its performance was far inferior to my normal jacket.
Clementine looked at me.
"Hey, Master... does this dress really suit me?"
"Hm? It's certainly different from what you usually wear-"
The red dress left her shoulders and sides bare in a fan-like cut. Clementine's face was flushed. Of course it suited her. It was-
"It's erotic and cute. It suits you. Very tempting."
Clementine gave a wry smile, still red-faced.
"Haah... Master... well, fine. You don't seem to be lying."
She glanced at Lazlo, who crossed her arms in a negative sign and shook her head.
Diamond Scissors Cliophone. Demon Salmon Genesis Style. Thunderbird Species Purgatory Stone-Grilled Steak. And more. It was a course meal, so everything would be served, but he recognized almost none of it. Diamond Scissors, at least, he remembered-something cultivated around the Seventh Floor. Level thirty or so. A crab strong enough to wipe out a town if released on the surface.
Across the table, Clementine raised an eyebrow at the menu. I understood. It was incomprehensible.
"I have no idea what's coming. Master, explain?"
"I don't know either. I'm not familiar with it."
Clementine's brows lowered, and she laughed. "Whatever. If it's served here, it'll all be good, right?"
"That's true."
My palate was ruined anyway.
He had not always been that way, but after a pre-transfer life of artificial seasonings and heavily processed food, his tongue had dulled. He still remembered the starch dumplings mixed with vitamin pills, flavoring, sweeteners, and coloring. Compared to that, everything tasted good. He could tell delicious from bad, but not delicious from exquisite.
We worked through the unfamiliar courses, and at the end came ice cream. Ice cream itself was not rare in this world-apparently spread by a past player called the "Mouth-only Sage"—and was sold in E-Rantel and the royal capital. A luxury, but not impossibly expensive. Three meals' worth of coin could buy milk or fruit ice cream.
This, however, was different. Caramel-colored, with cookies and chocolate on the side. Chocolate was something I had never seen in this world. I wasn't even sure cacao existed.
I returned my gaze to Clementine. She was staring at the ice cream with curiosity. The color was certainly unlike the usual fare.
She took a slow spoonful and put it in her mouth. Then her eyes widened. They seemed to shine.
"Looks like you like it."
"Eh? Ah... w-well. It's a flavor I don't usually eat."
I tasted my own from the glass container. It was a flavor I remembered from long, long ago.
"...It's good."
"Right? I wish they'd serve this normally."
I glanced at Lazlo, who understood the look and approached.
"I apologize. The ingredients are scarce. We cannot make it for everyone, including the maids."
"Then it can't be helped. We'll keep it for occasions like this."
Clementine nodded and took another spoonful, eating slowly, likely savoring something precious. I looked at Lazlo.
"Want a bite, Lazlo?"
"Eh? No... I have my own portion saved."
"Ah. I see."
She was quite prepared. After dessert, we drank the wine brought out. I couldn't tell if it was good or bad; my resistances kept me from getting drunk. It might as well have been grape juice.
I exhaled and looked at Clementine.
"How was today, Clementine?"
This was meant to honor her, after all.
"Eh? It was fun."
"Good."
I sipped my wine. I preferred eating.
"And you, Master?"
"Hm?"
''Did you find a hobby? Something you want to do?"
I blinked. 'Right, that had been part of the purpose.'
"...No. Nothing in particular. No real wants." Maybe sex.
The entertainment facilities in Nazarick were impressive, but that was about all I felt.
"I see... Then you didn't enjoy it?"
"No. I enjoyed it."
I shook my head, swirling the glass, and looked back at her.
''Because I was with you."
"...Master, I don't know if you're just a romantic, but sometimes you say the corniest things with a straight face."
Clementine said it while blushing.
"...Is that so?"
"Then does that mean being with me is your hobby? Something you want to do?"
"I suppose so."
"Hmm... Master. Do you like me?"
"Yeah. I like you."
Who wouldn't like such an adorable pet, I wouldn't have brought her into Nazarick otherwise. And I definitely wouldn't have gone out of my way like this.
"Then... do you love me?"
"Well. I do love you."
What was the difference between liking and loving? Simple affection versus deeper attachment? If so, this leaned toward the latter.
Clementine set her glass down. Her face was slightly red-perhaps from the wine.
-x-X-x-
Since coming to Nazarick, Clementine had developed the habit of bathing at the end of the day.
Outside, she had only ever wiped herself down with a wet towel, but now she bathed daily. On her first day, the maids had forced her into a tub, and she had genuinely feared for her life. If she didn't learn to bathe herself, she might one day be drowned. That fear had started it, but now she enjoyed it. Her own room had a bath, so she could soak without running into the maids.
Today she had planned to use her own bath, but-
"This is so big it's almost uncomfortable."
She was in the private bathroom attached to my room. It was as large as a small village reservoir.
She was here because she would be staying in my room for the next three days.
Normally, I came to her room only on days they had sex, but this time we had changed things up. If she was going to sleep in my bed, borrowing the bath made sense.
"Feels like a small public bath, doesn't it?"
I nodded beside her. The two stood side by side. Clementine had a large bath towel wrapped around her; I wore nothing.
And he was painfully hard.
She pretended not to see and surveyed the bathroom. Fine soaps, a magic item faucet that produced hot water with a twist, a large mirror-all things her own bath had too. But there was something unfamiliar leaning against the wall.
"Master, what's this? My room doesn't have one."
"Ah, that? That's-"
Clementine touched the mysterious object. It was smooth but resilient, like a cushion. It looked about the size of a bed, but there was no bed in a bathroom. I answered her unspoken question.
"A soap mat."
"...A soap mat? What's that?"
She checked its feel. It was pleasant. Lying on it might feel good-
"It's for erotic purposes."
She pulled her hand back.
"Huh. I see... How do you use it?"
"You lay it on the floor, then spread lotion or soap over your bodies and-why? Interested?"
"Well... if it's here, that means you want to, right?"
"...I suppose."
"Want me to do it?"
"No. For the next three days, I'm supposed to listen to you. You don't need to worry about me."
The reply wasn't what she expected. Despite his hard dick, he was being rational. Clementine frowned.
"Hah? You're saying I'm not enough?"
Yes "That's not it. It's just... if we do that here, I don't think I'll be able to stop."
She understood. The right to monopolize him for three days. He was trying to please her in various ways. But once they had sex, the brakes would fail.
The three days would become the same debauched sex marathon as always. Even twisting his incubus instincts, he wanted her to enjoy herself. Realizing that, her expression softened. It was love without lust-and she understood.
The three days would become the same debauched sex marathon as always. Even twisting his incubus instincts, he wanted her to enjoy herself. Realizing that, her expression softened. It was love without lust-and she understood.
"Master, don't you like me too much?"
"...Well. Yeah." Let's lie.
"I like that about you, though."
"...I see."
"But... I want to do plenty of what you want to do, too."
She loosened the towel. Her massive tits became partly visible, and she noticed his eyes flick there.
"So I'll ask one more time, Belial. Want me to do it?"
I nodded.....
Clementine sat on the mat laid across the bathroom floor. It was soft beneath her. From behind, my hands reached around to her chest.
Squish.
"Nn..."
I poured a liquid soap-slicker than the soap she usually used, without lather-onto her skin. I spread it with my hands, generously.
"Nn, it's kind of ticklish..."
I ignored her protest and kept spreading. My hands touched beneath her breasts, her sides, between her fingers. It felt like an animal marking its territory, and she felt a faint satisfaction.
"...Nn Hey, you're touching weird places too much..."
Everywhere, places normally touched and places not, was covered. Her whole body became slick, glistening under the magical light.
"Well, that should do. Now, serve me."
"Hey, isn't this too slippery? It's hard to move."
"That's how it is... probably."
"Probably?"
"...I don't know the details. I never had a reason to."
Clementine straddled me as I lay on my back on the mat. My rigid cock pressed against the cleft of her ass. It ached, but she ignored it for now.
"Hmm... I see."
"You're in a good mood, Clementine."
"Of course. Usually you're the one doing everything, and I just take it. Being on top feels good."
Usually, when we had sex, I pinned her down and ravished her until she passed out. Not that she disliked it-she loved it. But being in the superior position was exhilarating.
"I'll make you feel good, so prepare yourself."
"Prepare...? Fufu. I'll look forward to it."
She licked her lips at his confident smile. She had been briefed on this "soap play" beforehand: rubbing bodies together, blowjob, bringing him to ejaculation. She had a chance.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto me, pressing her soft breasts against my hard chest.
Squiish.
"Nn..."
She rubbed her whole body against me. Thanks to the slick liquid, there was no friction-just a strange sensation. Not unpleasant. Somehow pleasurable.
"How is it? Does it feel good, Master?"
"Yeah, it feels good. You might have a talent for this, Clementine."
"That compliment feels a little off."
"Sorry."
"Whatever."
Pressed close, she was reminded of how different their bodies were. She was a first-rate warrior with muscle, but his hardness was different.
"Nn... fuu..."
She entwined her legs with his, linked their hands, pressed her breasts flat, and rubbed. It felt like a kiss with their entire bodies. Naturally, their faces drew close. With the man she loved beside her, she puckered her lips. I met her-
Slurrp.
A kiss. Without words, we extended our tongues and licked each other.
"Nn slurp slurp sillurp..."
While kissing, we rubbed their bodies. Mouth and skin, inside and out, everything felt violated. Fingers intertwined, hands clasped, we embraced on the mat, slick with soap.
"Nn nn, nn"
It felt as if they might melt and merge. We rubbed together until that illusion seemed real.
"Ah... nn... nghhh."
Clementine reached a shallow orgasm. She felt her love juice leak, but didn't stop. As they held each other and rubbed, his erect cock touched her labia. Feeling the height of her excitement, she released my tongue.
Leroo...
"Paa... haa"
Saliva dripped inelegantly, but she didn't care. She met my eyes. She touched the veined shaft with her fingers, and it twitched.
"Your poor cock looks frustrated. Want me to give you a blowjob, Master?"
"May I ask for it?"
"Of course"
This was fun. Smirking, she turned her body on top of me, presenting her voluptuous butt and facing me cock. With slick hands, she gripped it.
'Fufun, I'll tease him a little.'
She stroked my cock with both hands, up and down, ignoring my expectation of her mouth.
My body twitched. I was holding back from pleasure.
'Hmm, is this a weak spot?'
She kept stroking. Then she lowered her upper body and pressed her breasts around me, holding them with both hands, rubbing my cock with her tits.
Squish nucchi
"How is it? Master, does it feel good?"
"Ah... it's the best."
When she serviced me to the base, the tip emerged. She licked the glans.
Lero...
My hips moved slightly, perhaps wanting the blowjob after all.
She rubbed him with her breasts and licked the tip. She recalled begging for her life once and doing the same. Then, she had done it to survive. Now, she did it to please him. Amused by the change, she continued.
She licked, rubbed with her breasts, trying to make him come. Then she took him into her mouth.
Slurp...
Then, she sucked my cock.
Jupo slurp.
"Nngh mmph"
She was sucking the large, hard cock that usually ravaged her. It twitched, showing how good he felt.
She would make him come-
Leroo.
"Nngh!?"
Suddenly, stimulation shot through her pussy. She realized he was licking her and turned.
"Hey, Master!? I think it's my turn!"
"There's no turn in sex."
"Ehh, that's true, but nngh..."
The warm, rough tongue made her writhe. After kissing, rubbing, servicing him, her body was primed.
Her sensitive pussy could not feel anything but good.
"What's wrong? Your hands and mouth stopped, Clementine."
Slurp.
"Tch, fine then You want to compete with me in foreplay..."
They licked each other's genitals. Excited, she swallowed his cock deep.
With an ungraceful, octopus-like face, she sucked. At the same time, she felt her pussy being toyed with.
"Mmph nngh nngh"
Spurred by rivalry, she gave a desperate blowjob.
Clementine was a sore loser. Provoked, she went all out. Her desperate suction brought him to his limit.
"...I'm going to come."
Spurt spurt...
"Mmph..."
He came in her mouth. With his cock in her throat, she couldn't spit; she had to swallow. The thick masculine scent made her dizzy, but euphoria filled her mind. Knowing he found her body desirable made her happier than anything.
"Nn... nngh"
She held the rich semen in her mouth, then pulled away. The white fluid remained. She tilted her head up and swallowed.
Gokkun gullp...
She knew he liked it when she swallowed. The texture was terrible, and it was hardly delicious, but knowing he had released it for her made it feel dear. Finished, she turned to him with a grin.
"Nfu. Does this mean I win?"
"Hm? Ah. Yeah, you win, Clementine."
He looked satisfied and indifferent to winning, which irritated her a little. She rose to a half-kneeling position.
"It's still hard, so... maybe I'll take it inside next~!!"
She straddled his still-erect cock.
Squelsh...
"Nn..."
She spread her soaked labia with her fingers and lowered herself, taking him in.
"Oh... da...mn..."
In cowgirl position, she slowly lowered her hips. The glans pierced her pussy and entered.
Bang.
"Nngh ah... it's here, it's here!!"
Her body rejoiced at the cock that fit her so well. After so much sex, she had been reshaped to fit him. She didn't regret it at all.
"Nngh... deep..."
His long, thick cock pushed apart her walls-
The tip kissed her deepest part. She convulsed slightly. She had come just from insertion. His hands gripped her hips, but only to support her, not to move her. The consideration made her chest tighten.
She smiled.
"Fuu. Then, from now on... I'll move, okay?"
"Yeah. Move."
She began to rock her hips.
"Ohh it feels good..."
Because she was in control, Belial hit the right places. Long strokes let her pleasure shallow and deep spots alike.
"Nngh nn."
She stimulated her depths while pleasing him.
"Nngh... I love this."
Her breasts bounced as she rode him, slick and shining. He seemed to enjoy it.
"Nngh How is it? Belial Does it feel good?"
"Yeah... it feels good, Clementine."
"Nfu, then good."
She clenched around him, her pussy rippling with pleasure. She pistoned up and down, chasing ecstasy.
"Ahh... I really love this it feels so good."
She increased the pace. Quick, small strokes-something only a first-rate warrior like her could manage.
"Nngh love love love."
Her sole desire to make him feel good drove her. She moaned her affection and bounced on him.
"I'm going to come."
"Nngh oh okay Belial, come a lot..."
His swelling cock pulsed. It ached to release inside her.
"I'm coming too coming, ahh cumming...'
Lewd sounds filled the room as she moved. His cock convulsed inside her-
Spurt.
He came inside. Splurt... spurt.
"I'm-coming ah ahh nngh coming."
Psshh.
She climaxed with him. Thick semen filled her depths. Her hips nearly gave out, but his hands held her up.
"Nngh w-wait, Belial you're coming too much..."
She protested, but ejaculation wouldn't stop.
Spurt.
"Nngh I'm going to keep coming too."
Deep orgasms rippled through her. Her womb descended, her pussy convulsing. Semen overflowed and leaked from their joined bodies.
"Nn... ku, haa haa..."
When he finally finished, his cock slipped out.
He was still somewhat hard, but smaller than before. He had been satisfied. Semen dripped from her half-raised hips.
"Belial, my stomach's all sloshy now!! You came too much."
"Sorry... it felt really good."
"Honestly, if you say that, I'll forgive you..."
Still covered in soap and fluids, Clementine embraced him. Then their lips met again.
-x-X-x-
The timeline rewinds slightly to the night the Demon Emperor Baal attacked the royal capital.
Deep in the night, at Hilma's estate-within the bedroom of the mansion's mistress, Hilma Cygnaeus-another woman stood beside her.
Brown skin, thin silk garments, gold rings about her wrists and ankles. The strangest detail was the six crescent-moon scimitars hanging from her belt.
Edström, one of the Six Arms-the six strongest operatives of Eight Fingers' security division-known as the "Dancing Scimitar," was uneasy.
She had come as Hilma's bodyguard on orders from Zero, leader of the Six Arms and head of security.
But-
The mansion is too quiet. I don't like it.'
She glanced at Hilma, the head of Eight Fingers' narcotics division. Hilma wore a faint, elated smile, one that seemed disconnected from reality.
At the Eight Fingers meeting, Zero had mentioned it: Hilma was acting strange. Perhaps drugs, perhaps something else. In any case, she warranted caution.
Edström looked away from Hilma, tension coiling in her shoulders.
She remained wary of the unnatural silence-and then the door clicked open.
A beautiful girl stood there in an unfamiliar maid uniform. Instead of perfume, she carried the reek of blood. Even Edström, who had survived countless killing fields, grimaced. The source was what the maid held in her hand: a human arm. Blood dripped from the severed limb.
"...!?"
The expressionless maid holding that grisly object fixed her eyes on Edström. A chill raced down her spine. This thing was not human. That much was certain.
Edström moved to draw the scimitars at her waist-
"I came to pick you up."
The maid chirped in a cute voice. Hilma stepped in front of the bewildered Edström and bowed.
"Thank you, Lady Entoma... I am already prepared."
"Mm-hmm. Obedience is admirable."
Edström understood. Hilma Cygnaeus, Eight Fingers' narcotics chief, had already betrayed them.
In that instant, the scimitars at her waist drew themselves. They floated and spun in midair-the power of the Dance enchantment. A spell that read its owner's thoughts and enabled simple actions. It increased the number of attacks but allowed only monotonous strikes; in the extreme chaos of combat, proper control was difficult. Normally, it was not a great threat.
But Edström had talent. She could think in parallel, as if she had two brains. Even controlling a single sword with Dance was difficult for most. But the "Dancing Scimitar' was a genius. She could manipulate five scimitars at once while fighting with a sixth herself.
As if invisible swordsmen stood in formation, the blades danced through the air. Edström's reach became a cage of swords-a barrier that killed instantly upon entry.
"Oh? Interesting. If I bring you back, will he be pleased? ... Yeah. Let's do that."
But such skill drew only interest from the maid, not threat. Edström clicked her tongue inwardly at being underestimated, but she saw an opportunity. Killing a careless opponent was easy.
'I'll make you pay for that arrogance.'
The scimitars all aimed at Entoma. The maid's expression did not change.
"Resisting is pointless... Won't you stop?"
"Die!"
The scimitars struck. But the blades did not cut. They could not even scratch the maid's uniform.
"Eh... what...?"
Edström was bewildered. Before fear came confusion. Her opponent was inhuman-even if not fatal, she had expected some damage. But the result was unscathed. Entoma had not refrained from dodging; she had not needed to.
"Honestly, you'll get dust on me... Next, I'll go, okay?"
Still holding the human arm in one hand, Entoma raised the other. From the sleeve of her kimono-like maid uniform, something shot out.
Edström's trained dynamic vision barely caught it. It was a centipede-like insect.
"Thousand Lash Bug."
A creature nearly ten meters long with sharp fangs-the Thousand Lash Bug. It launched at Edström and struck her abdomen.
"Ugh!?"
She saw it. But she could not react. It was too fast.
She could not win. The gap was too great. Realizing this, she put a hand to the ground. The attack had jarred her organs; she could not stand.
"Weak. But you can do interesting acrobatics... and your face isn't bad. With this, I might get a reward."
Before she knew it, Entoma stood in front of her. Edström glimpsed inside the maid's sleeve. It was too dark to see everything, but she heard creaking, clicking teeth. Not one-many insects writhed within.
"Hii-monster-"
"Now then, be a good girl for a bit."
An insect with a syringe-like tail shot out and stabbed into Edström's arm. A thin, sharp needle drew a little blood. Her consciousness clouded.
By the time she realized it was venomous, it was too late. Edström lost consciousness.
When she next awoke, Edström found herself lying in a bed.
Softness-softer than any bed she had slept in, with finer fabric. She understood it was a luxury that could not be bought even by throwing away all her wealth.
"Where... is this...!?"
She sat up in a panic. It was an unreal room. Edström, sensitive to the art of dance, could tell-first-rate, no, transcendent furnishings. Better than any artwork she had seen at black-market auctions, used casually in the room.
"W-what... what is happening...?"
She was shocked, frightened-then heard a woman's voice. From outside the room came a scream.
Edström held her breath and rose from the bed. The wound in her abdomen did not hurt. The mark on her arm was gone.
Had the encounter with that monster been a dream? Or was the current scenery the dream? But her senses told her this was real.
"....."
Cautiously, she stepped forward and slowly opened the door leading outside-
"Ooooh ohh ohhh."
She saw Hilma, pinned under a man, letting out screams that were almost moans. Her arms were held on the bed, and she was being taken from behind.
'What... that's Hilma...!?'
Hilma drooled, face slack, moaning. The face of Eight Fingers' narcotics chief was gone; only a female being roughly pounded and moaning remained.
Slap slap
"Ohh I'm coming, I'm coming, Lord Baal."
Baal. Edström recognized the name.
'Baal... Demon Emperor Baal!? That man... the Demon Emperor who attacked the royal castle and slaughtered the elite knights!?'
Edström's body trembled with fear. She also understood the maid's strength. If she served the Demon Emperor who could make even a princess a pawn, it made sense. And the master would be equal to or stronger than his maid. Realizing she had no chance, Edström could only gasp at the scene.
Thrust thrust thrust
"I'm coming, coming, coming, I'm coming."
Squirt spurt
Hilma sprayed her fluids, breasts swaying lewdly. Edström could not look away.
Wet wet wet
"Ohh oh ohhh ohh ohhh."
Hilma moaned like a beast. A thick and massive cock moved in and out of her pussy. Each time, obscene sounds echoed, loud enough for Edström, hiding by the distant door, to hear.
Thrust bang
"Ohh, I'm coming again. I'm coming."
The man grabbed Hilma's breast as she screamed and moaned.
"I'm going to come inside you, Hilma."
Thrust.
"Yes inside me, Lord Baal; please come inside a lot."
Belial held Hilma tight-
Then, spurt... splurt spurt.
"Oh ohhhh ohh oh."
Squirt.
He released so much semen it overflowed from where they joined. Hilma screamed, squirted, and convulsed visibly even from a distance. When he released her, she collapsed onto the bed. His cock slipped out.
"Haah... nngh...."
From her vacated entrance came a vulgar sound as semen spurted out.
Edström gasped. She had seen cocks many times in her profession. She was no virgin. But still she gasped at his. Long, thick, erect, vicious-glistening with Hilma's love juices.
Then she saw the man's body, previously hidden by Hilma. Refined features, powerful musculature-like a sculptor's masterpiece. No, beauty beyond that.
That unreal man turned his gaze toward the half-open door where Edström hid.
"..."
She hurriedly let go of the door and tried to retreat-
"Peeping, Edström?"
The man put a hand on the door. Why he knew her name did not matter. Edström shook her head.
"N-no, I had no such intention...!"
Her hips gave out, her spirit broken. She sat on the floor and looked up at him.
"No need to be so frightened. If you obey, I won't kill you."
"Th-thank you!"
She realized the implication and feared it. 'If you obey, I won't kill you, meant 'If you don't obey, I will.'
She no longer intended to resist. Her scimitars were still at her waist, but she did not think they would help. In fact, the fact that they had not disarmed her while she slept meant she was no threat to them at all.
All she could do was beg. Behave so as not to displease him, make herself seem too valuable to kill.
That was the only way to live.
"For now, come into the room. Why not sit on the bed?"
Belial's hand touched her waist. Her skin prickled. She understood what was coming and was terrified.
But she could only nod.
He sat Edström on the other bed, not the one where Hilma had been violated.
Feeling the softness beneath her, she looked at him in fear. Handsome, but if Hilma's words were true, this was Demon Emperor Baal. A true demon; in terms of difficulty, Edström could not even measure it.
For now, she would obey and prioritize survival. Edström resolved herself.
"Now then, since you've calmed down, let me explain the rules."
He raised a finger.
"If you can satisfy me in bed, you win. You live and go home. A happy ending."
She swallowed. 'Satisfy him... She understood she should act like a whore. She had some confidence in her looks-as an assassin, a warrior, a beautiful dancer. But she was not relieved.
If satisfying him meant living, what would happen if she could not deliver?
"I-if I can't satisfy you... wh-what happens... what will happen to me?"
She swallowed her usual speech and asked politely. The man narrowed his eyes.
"I hadn't really thought about it... Well, I won't kill you. Though you might suffer something worse than death."
Sweat ran down her brown skin. She could easily imagine that a demon's "worse than death" was far worse than anything a human could conceive.
"Then... let's begin."
Belial removed his trousers and underwear, exposing again his cock. She gasped at the large, erect manhood that had just been inside Hilma.
"E-excuse me..."
Edström timidly reached out and grasped the huge thing.
Stroke, stroke
She tried to draw out his pleasure with her hand-
"Your hand... Are you licking it? Edström."
"I-I'm sorry!"
At his pointing out, she hurriedly stuck out her tongue and licked his cock.
Lick lick
Edström was not inexperienced. She had let men use her body to ingratiate herself. But she had never felt this level of danger.
She opened her mouth and took his cock in.
Suck suck
But it was too large; she could not take even half.
"Impatient."
With his voice, a hand settled on the back of her head-
Gag
"Mmph...!?"
Belial forced her to take him to the back of her throat. From lips to throat, she was packed with his cock.
Her breathing was constricted; she nearly choked.
"You'll have to do at least this much."
Holding her head, he began to move his hips.
Thrust thrust
"Nngh... nngh...!"
Though suffocating, she could not break free. Her mouth and throat were being fucked literally by his cock.
Slurp slurp
"Nng...! Mmph...!"
The raw smell at the back of her throat made her gag. But Belial did not stop...
Thrust thrust
"Nn! Mmph!"
Used for his sexual release, and-
Spurt spurt.
"Nngh...!?"
Semen poured from his cock. Held firmly to the back of her throat, she could not escape. Against her will, thick semen was poured down her throat.
Spurt spurrrtt
"Nng... ugh."
ck.
She writhed but had to swallow. The viscous fluid clung to her throat, causing indescribable discomfort.
Even that clinging semen was washed down by more of his seed-
When he finally finished, Belial pulled his cock from her mouth.
"Gah! Cough!"
Edström choked and coughed. Feeling the foreign substance inside her, nausea rose-
"Ugh-"
She vomited a cloudy mess beside the bed. Only the faint reason left in her kept her from doing it on the bed.
"Oops. That's filthy, Edström..."
A voice from behind made her spin around.