I sat back down at the little table, tearing into the bread with my claws. The crust cracked under my fingers, steam curling up into my face, rich with that spicy-sweet scent. I didn't realize how hungry I'd been until my jaw was already working. Every bite dulled the edge of the ache Beatrice had left in , but only just.
My thoughts were wandering, from Eva to her mother, back to that burning kiss and the look in Beatrice's eyes. Even her scent—smoke, roses, and sin—flooded over again, thick, tempting, far too potent. The fact that she was older didn't exactly bother ; on the contrary, I liked experienced older won.
"..."
Well, the only woman I slept with in my old life was a goddess, older than the planet itself.
Eva slid into the opposite chair, tail flicking lazily as she chewed. She looked a little calr now, though her wings still twitched every so often, like she was ready to bolt. Her purple hair fell over one eye as she leaned on the table, licking grease off her thumb in slow circles.
"See?" she said through a mouthful of at. "The third floor isn't all bad. Beds, food, and no one trying to kill you. I'm practically spoiling you, wife."
"Uh-huh." I swallowed my bread. "You sure it isn't just Mother trying to fatten up before she eats ?"
"Oh, definitely," Eva flashed a sly smirk.
"That's how she works. Lure you in with good food and soft beds. Then—bam." She clapped her hands together. "You're on your knees before you even realize it."
"Very funny."
I cut a small slice off the roast, just big enough to cover my claws and sink my fangs into the succulent at. For a minute, I just sat, chewing on my delicious al. I was trying very hard not to imagine myself on my knees and Beatrice's cock in my mouth or worse between my legs.
Sigh... I had a feeling Eva was doing the exact opposite.
The at had an odd, sharp flavor underneath the honey—Yeah... honey in hell— I tore it apart and bit off another piece. This ti Eva spoke, licking the glaze off her fingers before digging back in.
"Eating makes think." Her cheeks puffed as she talked. "We fucked like three tis, maybe four. How'd your holes take that?"
"My holes are fine," I replied, and a chill ran down my spine as I rembered the lust frenzy that we fell into in that safe, fleshy room.
I leaned back, claws tapping against the table as I tore another strip of at free. It was ssy, sticky with glaze, but I didn't care. My appetite had a cruel way of masking the heat crawling up my neck at Eva's question. The way she said it—so casual, so shaless—like she was talking about the weather instead of what we'd done in that fleshy chamber.
"I said I'm fine," I repeated, sharper this ti.
"Mmh. Sure you are." Eva scraped up the last bits of at off her bone, tossing it to the floor before licking her palm clean. The bone hit the floor with a soft thump; beside , Umbra eyed it once before he turned to his al.
I also decided to focus on my al, which was definitely luxurious considering the kind of place I was in. Eva, too, focused on her food in complete silence. I guessed she was thinking of her upcoming punishnt, which I would definitely, 100% sure to enjoy.
The little purple succubus got on my nerves more than once.
"So that was your Mother?" I suddenly asked, breaking the silence between us.
"Yes and no," Eva replied simply.
"..."
"And the fuck that was supposed to an?" I raised an eyebrow at that. "Please explain."
"Sheesh, you're a pain in the ass sotis. I was about to," Eva muttered, rolling her eyes but not looking at . Her claw traced idle patterns on the table, slow spirals that stopped and started like she was weighing her words.
I waited, tearing another strip of at, not pushing. Umbra's low crunching filled the silence, the sound oddly comforting.
"Everyone here calls her Mother Beatrice; she literally saved and raised most of the girls here." Eva finally began. "As for , Beatrice is my great, great aunt."
"Great great aunt?" I raised both brows. "I thought she was your real mother since you two look so similar."
"Yeah... true." Eva flashed a warm smile. "The reason I call her mother was because she raised , fed , and taught many things."
"She didn't give birth to , but she was my mother in every sense of the word," Eva added, the smile on her face didn't fade. "And I love her with all my heart."
I blinked at her, claws pausing mid-air. For a second, I saw a different Eva sitting there—less the little purple nace who teased and clawed at , more a girl who'd been raised wrapped by her Mother's love.
For a mont, I felt a familiar grip in my heart. Sothing I thought I buried a long ti ago... sothing I wished to experience but never got the chance.
The love of a mother.
I never knew my mother or father. Raised in an orphanage like all the other kids, there were nice days, of course. Food, bed, lessons, and books, but other days were plain terrible. But all changed when I turned 12 years old and awakened my light magic.
You already know how the rest played out... I was treated like the goddess's chosen hero, given basic training, and sent away to purge the land of demons.
Do you believe that they forced to fight an orc in front of an audience at only 13 years of age?
While the kids of my age were told fairy tales at bedti, I had to fight for my life every single fucking day for 20 years straight.
In the end, it was all a show. A fucking stupid theater by the goddess, all for that stupid faith.
"Aza, are you okay?" Eva suddenly spoke, reaching for my hand.
"Oh. It's nothing!" I managed to quickly regain my composure. "Sorry... could you show which way the bathroom is"
This is the first ti I ate sothing other than... essence, so my body felt the need to dispose of the waste.
"For what?" Eva asked, tilting her head in confusion, "Why do you need a bathroom?"
"Um... to pee?"
"Oh?" Eva let out a small laugh, tilting her head until her purple hair slid off her shoulder. "There is no need for that."
"Excuse ?" I blinked.
She grinned wider, showing just a hint of fang. She then stood up from her chair and casually stepped around the table. The grin never left her face, not even as she reached out a sharp claw and brushed it across my lower abdon. The touch was light, but the heat of her gaze was heavy, making my stomach clench.
"You heard , Aza. No need for a bathroom. Not here. Not with ." Eva licked her lips, purring like a big cat who couldn't wait to get her jaws on the hunt.
It took a couple of seconds before I realized what the perverted little bitch ant by no toilet.
"Wait! You expect to pee...here?"
"Pfftt... HAHAHAH" Eva laughed so loud, even Umbra raised his head, wondering what was going on. "No, silly, think as a true succubus."
"Speak plainly, Eva. I'm not in the mood for your cryptic bullshit." My ears twitched, trying to keep my voice from shaking under her touch.
"Hehehe." Her laugh was low, throaty, and it sent a shiver through that I didn't want to acknowledge. She straightened, wings twitching as she propped a hand on her hip.
"Fine, since you're so delicate. You ate, right? That at, that bread, the drink—it's not just food. It's power. And down here, we don't waste power. You don't piss it away in so filthy corner like other demons; our succubus body turns everything into essences. You share it."
"Share it?" I echoed, my stomach twisting as her aning started to dawn. My claws tapped the table, a nervous rhythm. "You're not serious."
"Oh, I'm deadly serious." Eva's tail curled around my ankle under the table, the tip brushing against my skin like a whisper. "You're mine, Aza. And I'm yours. That ans everything—your body, your essence, your waste—it's all mine to claim."
I swallowed. My heart was hamring faster, like a rabbit spotting a circling hawk. It wasn't fear, at least I didn't think it was fear.
"You're saying… what, exactly?"
She didn't answer right away. Instead, she dropped to one knee, her hands skillfully reached for my panties, and pulled them down. Slowly, Eva spread my legs apart, exposing the wet, needy pussy between.
"Muwwah!~" She pecked a tiny kiss on my clit, then locked her eyes with . "What I'm saying, wife, is that I want every part of you. Even the parts you think are… beneath you."
"!!!" My entire body froze, every muscle locking up as Eva's words sank in, her lips brushing against my clit in a way that sent a jolt of heat through .
My claws dug into the table, splintering the wood further, as I tried to process the absurdity, the audacity, of what she was suggesting. Her eyes, gleaming with that mix of mischief and hunger, held mine, daring to pull away, daring to say no. But my body—traitorous, reckless—stayed right where it was, trembling under her touch.
"You're mine, Aza. Every drop, every piece of you. I want it all." She gave my clit a lick before opening her mouth wide. "Now, release the river in , wife."
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