"Lucy, are you okay?" Caelen asked, his voice low, concerned, as he held her gently in his arms.
"Mm..." she murmured, the sound barely forming words. Her eyes were half-lidded, unfocused—like she was caught between sleep and consciousness. A haze had fallen over her, her body trembling lightly in his hold.
Caelen frowned. This wasn't normal. He could know something inside her wasn't stable.
Emma returned then, her bare feet barely making a sound against the ground. Her simple white dress floated around her like a whisper, the soft material contrasting with the raw power that still radiated faintly from her.
"She's exhausted," Emma said, glancing at Lucy. "She's been fighting nonstop. Maybe it's finally catching up to her."
Caelen nodded slowly. But he knows that it's not that. His demon eyes caught the faint shimmer of the system notification still hovering over Lucy's body like a warning: "Primordial energy running low. Succubus stabilization failing."
"Damn it..." he muttered under his breath.
"How do we get out of here?" he asked, more to himself than to Emma.
"Hold on," Emma replied, stepping forward toward the dungeon's door. She reached out and pressed her hand against the door, and an exit interface was visible.
Caelen, still in his demon form, could clearly see it now: the bright [Exit Dungeon] option blinking softly in the air. Emma tapped it.
"Done."
A sudden wave of blue light enveloped them, wrapping the group in soft radiance. Caelen swept Lucy into his arms and held her close as they were teleported.
The light faded. They stood in a new room—quiet, warm, and lit by the soft glow of golden lanterns. A bed sat nearby, and Caelen immediately walked over and gently laid Lucy down.
"This isn't normal, and why in a room?" Emma said, looking around in awe.
"No. We went in through a back door," Caelen reminded her. "This is part of the hidden door stuff, I guess. You forgot already?"
"Oh, right," Emma said with a soft laugh. "It's been a long day."
Before either of them could say more, the room's door creaked open.
Evelyn stepped in, her usual composed expression shifting into something more curious and unsettled. Her eyes landed on Caelen—still in his demon form, shirt torn and aura blazing with restrained power—and she froze for a second longer than she should have.
"You're ruthless, Caelen," she said with a strained smile.
But something about him made her breath catch. Even disheveled and exhausted, he radiated intensity—almost unfairly attractive. His white-silver hair shimmered under the lantern light, and his crimson eyes, focused fully on Lucy, glowed like embers.
He didn't even glance at Evelyn as he whispered, "I didn't do this to her. I'm not a monster."
Evelyn felt her heart skip. His voice—low, husky, tinged with regret—carried weight. She quickly turned her face away, confused by her response.
She tried to regain control. "Have you tried healing her?"
Caelen blinked. "No. Emma?"
"I got it." Emma knelt beside the bed and cast her healing magic, gentle white light flowing from her fingertips. Her voice was soft, the spell woven with warmth.
Nothing changed. Lucy remained unresponsive, her breath shallow.
"I… I can't reach whatever this is," Emma said, frustrated.
Evelyn hesitated. She was trying hard not to stare at Caelen, but her curiosity got the better of her. "If that doesn't work, then maybe… you could try the succubus recovery method?"
Caelen turned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Evelyn blushed slightly, looking at the wall. "I… it's sex. Or some kind of exchange. Succubi draw strength from it, right? Maybe that'll work."
He narrowed his eyes. "No. Not when she doesn't even know what's happening to her. That's not happening."
"But…" Evelyn cleared her throat and looked down. "It doesn't have to be that. I mean, oral... that could be enough. I read somewhere that demon semen is like... a magical delicacy or something for succubi."
Emma, still kneeling, flushed pink. "I—I wouldn't know," she mumbled quickly, clearly remembering something between them.
Caelen looked thoughtful. "Would that work? Just... feeding her?"
Evelyn, now red in the face, nodded. "Y-yeah. Maybe."
He gave a small nod. "It's better than the other option, I guess."
But Evelyn suddenly panicked, imagining what was about to happen. "I-I'll go get something! or... something!" She rushed out of the room quickly, nearly tripping over herself.
"She's cute when she's flustered," Emma chuckled under her breath.
Caelen let out a small sigh, shaking his head. "I didn't expect my demon form to have this kind of effect on women…"
"Well," Emma smirked, brushing her fingers through her hair, "you were only like this around Lucy and me until now. This is the first time a normal human saw you like this. Kinda changes the game."
He looked down at Lucy again, concern etched deep in his features. "I just didn't expect things to be this way. Not like this."
Emma placed a hand on his shoulder, comforting. "You know."
Caelen sighed and rubbed his temple. His demon form was almost about to fade soon—his muscles relaxed, his aura was still there, and the sharp glow in his eyes softened. He looked down at Lucy, still unconscious, then turned to Emma, who was quietly watching him.
"I'm too tired to deal with this right now," he muttered, his voice low and drained. "We'll try it later. She's stable… for now."
Emma nodded. "You did more than enough today."
Without another word, Caelen stood and walked over to the spare bed in the corner of the room. He collapsed onto it with a groan, not even bothering to remove the torn remains of his shirt. His eyes fluttered shut almost instantly.
Emma lingered by Lucy's side, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest. Then her gaze drifted to Caelen's sleeping form.
He looked peaceful for once. Vulnerable, even.
Emma hesitated briefly before crawling across the mattress, drawn to the raw, masculine beauty of Caelen's slumbering form. Her gaze trailed down the exposed expanse of his chest, following the path of silver hair, then continued going lower until her eyes reached beneath the slightly messed-up fabric of his pants.
Without conscious thought, her hand reached out to touch him, her fingers skimming along the defined lines of his abdomen before slipping beneath the waistband. Caelen stirred softly at the intimate contact but remained lost in sleep.
Emma took advantage of his weakened state, slowly tugging his pants down to pool at his hips. His shorts followed, bunching around his thighs as his heavy cock sprang free. It rose proudly, thick and pulsing, the flushed head glistening with a bead of precum.
Emma's breath caught at the sight, her core clenching with sudden need. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste the salty drop of arousal, savoring the bold flavor. Caelen moaned in his sleep, his hips twitching as Emma licked a stripe up the throbbing length.
Encouraged by his reaction, she took him deeper, swirling her tongue around the swollen head before engulfing him in the warmth of her mouth. Caelen's breathing quickened, his hands clenching the sheets as Emma worked her magic, sucking him with eager abandon.
Emma's talented mouth brought Caelen swiftly to the brink, his demons thrumming with pleasure. But as she approached his peak, he stirred fully awake, his demonic red eyes locking onto hers. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, panting, desire simmering in the charged air between them.
Then Caelen groaned, his grip tightening in Emma's golden hair as he urged her down further, into the velvet heat of his manhood. Emma complied without hesitation, swallowing his length until her nose brushed his pubic bone. His guttural moan echoed through the room as he lost himself in the intense pleasure of her oral attentions.
Emma took him deep, using her skilled tongue to stroke the sensitive underside of his shaft. Her fingers danced along his balls, coaxing them to tighten in anticipation of his impending release. Caelen's hips bucked erratically, driving himself further down her throat as he hurtled toward climax.
With a final, deep thrust, he spilled into her welcoming mouth, jets of hot cum coating her tongue as she milked him for every last drop. Emma swallowed greedily, savoring the taste of his arousal, her own lust reaching a fever pitch.
As Caelen slumped back against the pillows, spent and panting, Emma finally released him, licking her lips clean of his essence.
"Where did you learn to do that?" Caelen asked while still resting on the bed, enjoying the pleasurable feeling that was still there.
And Emma wiped her mouth and looked at the still erect cock covered with the remaining cum she hadn't swallowed, she went close and licked it off. Caelen said nothing else and enjoyed her tongue that was moving around his cock.
And Caelen paused a bit and remembered Lucy, who was supposed to be getting this semen from him. He immediately stood up and held her head.
"You know you were supposed to give that to Lucy, right?" He said to the angelic demon that was held up from taking more, and she immediately came to her senses and looked at him as if she was processing something.
"We can do it again." She said quietly.
"What did you say?" Caelen heard her, but he just wanted to mess with her, and Emma knew that.
"You're a demon of lust, you can still go for more
Emma pouted, but knew Caelen was right. With a resigned sigh, she moved to kneel beside Lucy's prone form, gazing down at the demon's peaceful expression. This act of feeding Lucy Caelen's demon seed made the hunger of the succubus within her strong, and she has to do it while keeping her master and Lucy satisfied.
And so, Emma descended once more into that carnal rhythm, taking Caelen's throbbing cock into her mouth, sucking, licking, swallowing as he erupted again and again, filling her with his potent essence. For three hours straight, they indulged in this erotic dance, Emma alternating between pleasing Caelen and delivering his semen to Lucy's willing lips.
In that haze of lust and duty, time blurred and merged, moments stretching into eternity as Emma became lost in her roles—seductress, feeder, vessel. Her mind drifted to memories of Caelen in his human form, his piercing black eyes, his healthy, strong physique, the primal power that seemed to emanate from every pore was continuing.
But as the hours ticked by, Emma began to feel a creeping exhaustion, her throat sore from the relentless suction, her body aching with satiation.
Emma lay sprawled on her side, her lips parted slightly, breath soft and even. Her face still held a faint flush, and her mouth—reddened, raw from the hours of devotion. Strands of her blonde hair clung to her damp cheeks, and there was a small, almost unconscious smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
She was exhausted.
Caelen reached over, brushing her head gently from her face. She didn't stir.
"You didn't have to go that far," he murmured, voice low and sincere. "But you did. For her."
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her temple—slow and wordless. A rare moment of gratitude, free from manipulation or lust.
"Thank you."
He stood and stretched, rolling his shoulders. The fatigue still clung to his muscles, but it wasn't overwhelming anymore. His dick had been drained for hours, yet something about his demonic resilience—and maybe Emma's presence—kept him grounded.
Turning from the bed, he walked to the other side of the room.
Lucy lay still, her body slightly curled under the thin blanket. Her skin, once pale and near lifeless, now held color again. Her breaths were quiet but steady. The change was clear—Emma's delivery had worked. His essence, slowly absorbed over hours, had brought her back from the brink.
Caelen crouched beside her and placed his hand on her cheek. It wasn't cold anymore, but somehow she was still in her demon form, which confused but she decided to figure it out later.
"You're not dying today," he muttered.
Just as he moved to stand, her lips parted.
"...Caelen?"
His name came out weak, more breath than sound, but it was there.
Her eyes, still heavy with fatigue, fluttered open just slightly. She blinked at the blurry figure above her, pupils adjusting. When they settled, they locked onto his.
He froze.
"I'm here," he said, lowering himself again so she could see him clearly. "You're alright now."
Lucy's brow twitched, confusion mingling with lingering pain in her gaze. She tried to speak, but her throat caught the sound.
"Don't push yourself," he said, gently stroking her temple. "Just rest."
But her hand—trembling—rose weakly, brushing against his wrist.
She held onto him.
And though she didn't say anything else, that simple act said enough.
She knew it was him.
And she knew what he did to her.
Caelen sat there for a long moment, letting her fingers rest over his. For once, he didn't rush to fill the silence with teasing or charm or even a conversation.
He just stayed.
With one woman recovering beside him... and another sleeping soundly behind him.
For now, that was enough.
[The longest one so far, too deep in the story]
[hope you appreciate my story and if you like it, drop a comment or send in some coins of your own, so I can get some light.]