Sona had never kissed anyone before, so her mind was plunged into a whirlwind of new sensations. Altair's lips were soft and firm, imbued with a strawberry flavor, probably from the cake he had been devouring minutes earlier.
She felt Altair's hand fall on her leg, still covered by her dress, but it still seemed excessive to her.
But she didn't move it. She didn't want to move it. She had to ensure he continued to do business with the Sitri family. She had to correct her father's mistake. 'Yes, my duty is to keep him happy,' she thought while enjoying his hands over her body.
She had been alarmed when he moved closer to her. It was a bold move that, had it been anyone else, would have bothered her. But not with him.
He didn't even say a word before pressing his lips to hers.
The way Altair's hand caressed Sona's thighs made her feel alive somehow. It made her feel sexy. She had always been behind Rias in physical appearance, even considering her queen, Tsubaki, to be more attractive.
But the kiss and the caresses told her that Altair desired her. Perhaps it was that new feeling that allowed her to let him touch her like that without complaining.
For a moment, she felt worried. Altair was a man with a lot of physical experience, while she was giving her first kiss. She was afraid of losing control. But even that didn't seem so bad.
When Altair's warm hand touched her skin directly, she jumped a little. Suddenly remembering that they were in a public place, she looked around. No one was paying attention to them, except for the waitress who had tried to give Altair her phone number.
The girl looked at Sona with an unusual amount of jealousy. And that look made her feel good. She kissed him this time, leaving her eyes slightly open as she looked at the waitress. She seemed to recognize the girl; she was likely a student from Kuoh Academy. She had a nice figure, wide hips, and a large bust, bigger than Sona's, but it paled in comparison to Rias'.
That woman, who probably attracted the attention of all the customers in the cafe, looked at Sona as if she wanted to be her. The devil considered it immature of her to be happy about that, but she did.
"Mhm~," the girl ended up moaning into the mouth of her future husband.
If Altair won the chess game, then he could marry her. That was the deal. Her father would have to eat his words and move on.
'One-sama will help me,' she thought that Lord Sitri would end up giving in to the Maou.
Sona concentrated on enjoying the kiss. Strange and wet, she could feel Altair's saliva mixing with hers. It should have seemed disgusting, but she found it quite intimate as if that exchange of fluids brought them closer together.
"Do you like being looked at, Sona?" Altair asked.
He should have noticed the she-devil glance on the waitress's face, how she became bolder when she saw how the girl watched every little interaction between them.
"No... It's embarrassing," she denied, but looked at Altair's lips, redder than she remembered.
She watched as Altair raised the hand that wasn't on her leg to call the waitress. She opened her eyes wide, as did the girl, as she approached the table.
"Why—mmm~," Sona ended up biting her lip.
Altair's hand had slid toward her crotch, not even touching her intimacy yet, but already causing her constant stimulation that she wanted to continue exploring.
'But not in public,' she thought as she closed her legs.
"How can I... help you?" asked the waitress with suspicious eyes. Sona tried to remember her face, but her mind was busy with other things.
"Oh, I was curious about some desserts," said Altair. His hand did not force its way into Sona's vagina; it simply remained in the same place, giving small caresses as he spoke.
"About the desserts?" The waitress didn't miss Sona's gaze.
"Yes, I'm not from around here, so I'm unfamiliar with several of them," Altair said.
Sona felt an inexplicable urge to open her legs. It wasn't logical, and it wasn't something she wanted to do in public; it was indecent. But she ended up spreading her legs anyway.
"I wouldn't say you're a foreigner... You speak Japanese perfectly," the girl approached him, looking at the menu as she gathered her hair. "Which one were you unsure about?" she asked, her voice becoming honeyed.
"Taiyaki... seems a little strange to me," Altair said. His fingers caressed Sona's vagina from top to bottom.
Sona clenched her teeth as she listened to the waitress talk. She described the dessert and giggled at each comment Altair made. She felt bad about no longer being the center of Altair's attention, but she was also grateful that she didn't have to speak, as she wouldn't have been able to control her voice in that case.
"Have you ever tried it, Sona?" Her luck ran out when he asked her a direct question.
"Taiyaki? Yes, Ri-ah-as! She made me try several Japanese desserts. It's not my favorite," he applied pressure as she spoke.
Sona looked at the waitress, biting her lip as she tried to ignore what was happening under the table. She didn't seem upset, nor jealous anymore. She seemed eager to see more.
"What can you tell me about dango then? I don't want to order something my girlfriend won't want to eat," Sona squeezed her legs together when he referred to her as his girlfriend.
Just for that, she forgave him for making her talk.
"Iahh!" she ended up screaming when she felt her own underwear disappear, as if it had vanished into thin air.
She was about to complain, but looking around, she noticed several glances in her direction. She closed her legs tightly, causing Altair's hand to press against her naked pussy. She couldn't help but bend over, lowering her head so as not to show any expression of arousal.
Altair didn't know how to keep his hands still. Although luckily he didn't penetrate her, she didn't know how she could stand having his fingers inside her.
Sona knew she was getting carried away, that she shouldn't let her emotions guide her to the point of intimacy. She didn't mind a little fooling around, but she didn't want to progress so quickly; she could end up like Rias.
'Rias!' She screamed in her mind.
The crimson-haired devil appeared in her head, mocking her for not being able to sleep with Altair.
Sona opened her legs, letting Altair's hand wander freely, and looked at the chessboard still on the table, the pieces there, just as the game had ended. She made an effort to determine her position. Maybe something she had overlooked.
"So, you want Dango, Sona?" she heard Altair ask her shamelessly.
"Mhm~," she nodded, not daring to speak.
"I don't understand, Sona. Do you want it?" he asked again.
"Yes! I wa-ahm! I want it," she confessed.
The waitress seemed to take the order, but she just stared at them both, as if she were lost. She took several deep breaths before leaving, glancing back every five steps.
As soon as Sona said, "I want it," Altair slid one of his long fingers inside her.
It burned, and Sona was a little surprised by the pain, but that fraction of suffering did not at all dampen her desire to experience more.
"Tell me... ahh!" she exhaled into Altair's ear. It wasn't intentional, but seeing how the boy jumped, she might try to do it again. "Am I attractive?" she asked, sounding a little vulnerable.
"I have my fingers inside your cunt, Lady Sitri," he said, as if the situation wasn't obvious. "My cock is rock hard just knowing I'm going to fuck you." His vulgar tone should have cooled Sona's arousal.
But it only increased it.
Those lewd words put her in an unfamiliar context—the context of a sexually desired woman. Before, the devils sought her hand because they wanted the power of the Sitri family; they wanted a connection to the Maou Leviathan. But Altair wanted her, even if it was just her body. That made her happy.
When she met the heirs of other families, she noticed their eyes drifting to other female relatives nearby, whether it was her own mother or sister. Even the girls in her nobility used to receive more attention than she did.
She wanted more, to feel more. Altair's skill left no doubt that she could have a good time with him.
"Here's your order," the woman's voice stopped Sona, who suddenly opened her eyes.
"Agh!" Sona groaned, not in pain, but from the inexplicable feeling of being stared at in front of another woman.
The wet sounds were quite obvious. The waitress's cheeks were flushed as she stared at Sona's crotch. Altair's hand was quite evident.
Sona looked into the waitress's eyes. They were green, although hidden behind round, pink glasses. The girl's gaze ended up falling on Altair's crotch. Sona didn't care why the girl whispered "nine and three-quarters".
Sona felt renewed. She brought her small hand to Altair's cock and squeezed it. The waitress looked at everything. Maybe she even felt Sona cum in a silent but ecstatic orgasm.
Sona didn't care.