Nyami's body trembled beneath me, her skin flushed and glowing in the soft moonlight that spilled across the bed.
Her eyes, dark pools of longing, held mine as
I leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that started as a gentle brush—feather-light, tasting the salt of her earlier tears and the sweetness of her breath.
My hands moved with deliberate slowness, fingers working at the laces of her Goth maid uniform, the black fabric with its intricate silver embroidery loosening under my touch.
As the top parted, a glimpse of her cute navel appeared, a delicate dip in her smooth abdomen that begged to be explored.
I traced it with my thumb, feeling the warmth of her skin, the subtle rise and fall of her breathing.
The kiss deepened, my mouth pressing more firmly against hers, coaxing her lips to part.
she yielded, I slipped my tongue inside, exploring the warm cavern of her mouth with languid strokes.
"Mhnnn♡~"
Nyami moaned into me, the sound vibrating against my tongue, a soft, needy hum that sent sparks racing down my spine.
Her hands clutched at my shoulders, nails grazing my skin just enough to heighten the sensation.
I pulled back slightly, only to discard her top entirely, tossing the fabric aside with a whisper of silk against silk.
Her breasts spilled free, full and inviting, rising with each quick breath.
My hand trailed downward, over the curve of her hip, slipping beneath the damp lace of her panties.
I found her core slick and ready, my finger easing into her folds with ease.
Shw arched, a loud moan escaping her lips, raw and unrestrained, echoing softly in the quiet room.
The heat of her enveloped me, tight and welcoming, her inner walls clenching around my intrusion as if reluctant to let go.
"My lord♡~." she whispered, her voice husky, laced with desperation.
I smiled against her lips, withdrawing my finger only to circle her entrance teasingly.
But I wanted to savor her, to draw out every shiver and sigh.
Slowly, sensually, I descended, my mouth leaving hers to trail kisses along her jawline.
I nuzzled her chin, pressing soft pecks there, then moved to her cheeks, nipping playfully at the soft flesh.
She giggled at first, a light sound that melted into a gasp when I reached her ear, my teeth grazing the lobe before sucking gently.
The scent of her— Strawberry mixed with the sweet hint of arousal—filled my senses, intoxicating, pulling me deeper into the moment.
Lower still, my lips found the swell of her breasts, the skin there velvet-soft under my touch.
I kissed the inner curves, tracing lazy patterns with my tongue, approaching her areolas but deliberately avoiding the hardened peaks.
They stood at attention, begging for attention, flushed a deep pink against her pale skin.
Instead of granting it, I hovered close and blew a stream of cool air over them, watching as they tightened further, Nyami's body responding with a frustrated whimper.
"Please, My lord...," she breathed, her hands tangling in my hair, urging me closer.
"Suck them♡~... I need your mouth on me♡~."
Her plea stirred something primal in me, a flash of memory unfolding.
I'd done this before—for Kotori, my previous wife, in nights filled with whispered promises that turned to ash when she betrayed me.
The thought flickered, but no guilt followed. She had chosen her path, shattering our bond with her deceit.
Now, in this new life, I owed no one restraint. I would indulge, lose myself in the pleasures this world offered, starting with the woman writhing beneath me.
"As you wish," I murmured, my voice low and rough.
I took one nipple into my mouth, the bud firm against my tongue, and sucked strongly, drawing it deep.
Nyami cried out, her back bowing off the bed.
But then, surprise hit me—a warm liquid flowed, sweet and tart like ripe strawberries bursting on my taste buds. It coated my tongue, sending a rush of heat through my veins, igniting a fire that made my skin tingle and my desire surge.
I pulled back, licking my lips, eyes wide.
"Nyami... are you lactating?"
Her cheeks burned crimson, but she met my gaze, shy yet proud.
"It's my succubus bloodline, my lord. When I'm in heat like this, aroused and needing... my breasts produce an aphrodisiac. It heightens everything, makes the pleasure burn brighter."
My eyes must have gleamed then, a pink hue tinting my vision as the elixir worked its magic, amplifying every sensation.
The air felt thicker, her scent more potent, my body aching with an intensity that bordered on madness.
I dove back in, latching onto her breast with fervor, sucking greedily.
The nectar flowed freely, each swallow sending waves of euphoria crashing through me—my pulse thundered, my skin flushed hot, and a deep, insistent throb built between my legs.
I switched to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention,
Nyami's moans filling the room like a symphony, her fingers digging into my scalp as she held me close.
"Oh, gods♡~ Yes♡~, drink from me♡~,"
She gasped, her hips grinding against my thigh, seeking friction.
The aphrodisiac fueled me, but I forced myself to rise, my body humming with need.
My hands fumbled with the buckle of my pants, freeing my length—six inches of hardened desire, pulsing with anticipation.
Nyami's eyes darkened as she watched, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
I positioned myself between her thighs, the tip of me brushing her drenched entrance.
I coated myself in her wetness, sliding along her folds, the slick heat making me groan.
"Are you ready for me?" I asked, my voice strained, holding her gaze to ensure her consent.
"Yes♡" she replied, a breathless affirmation, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me nearer.
I pushed forward slowly, inch by inch, savoring the exquisite tightness that gripped me.
Her warmth enveloped me like a silken glove, but then I felt resistance—a barrier that gave way with a sharp intake of breath from her.
I stilled, buried halfway, and looked down at her face, etched with a mix of pain and wonder.
"Nyami... are you a virgin?"
She nodded shyly, her eyes glistening.
"For you, my lord. Only for you."
My heart swelled, a tenderness cutting through the haze of lust. I leaned down, kissing the tip of her nose softly.
"Don't be afraid. I'll be gentle, I promise. We'll go at your pace."
With romantic care, I eased deeper, watching her expressions, the way her brows furrowed then relaxed.
A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, tracing a path down her cheek.
I caught it with my tongue, the salt mingling with the lingering sweetness in my mouth.
"Are you alright?" I whispered, concern lacing my words.
She didn't respond at first, her body tense, so I claimed her lips in a soothing kiss, slow and reassuring.
My tongue danced with hers, distracting, comforting, until I felt her muscles ease around me, her hips shifting tentatively.
Only then did I begin to move, pulling back almost fully before sliding in again, a gentle rhythm that built like a rising tide.
Nyami's moans started soft, breathy sighs that grew into fuller sounds of pleasure.
"Lord♡... it feels... so good♡~," she murmured against my mouth, her hands exploring my back, tracing the lines of muscle there.
I kept the pace unhurried, each thrust deliberate, feeling every ripple of her inner walls as they adjusted and welcomed me.
The aphrodisiac amplified it all—the slick glide of our bodies joining, the way her breasts pressed against my chest, nipples still leaking faintly, brushing my skin with sticky sweetness.
Her scent wrapped around us, heady and floral, mingling with the earthy musk of our arousal.
I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply, my lips grazing the fading bite marks from earlier.
As I moved, I angled my hips to brush that sensitive spot inside her, drawing out a sharper cry.
"There... right there," she panted, her nails raking lightly down my spine, sending shivers through me.
Her legs tightened around me, heels digging into my lower back, urging me on without words.
The room seemed to fade, leaving only us—the creak of the bed beneath our shifting weight, the wet sounds of our union, her gasps syncing with my own ragged breaths.
I captured her mouth again, swallowing her moans, our tongues tangling in a dance as intimate as our bodies.
Sweat beaded on our skin, making every slide smoother, more electric.
I trailed kisses down her throat, nipping at her collarbone, then back to her breasts, sucking briefly at a nipple to taste that strawberry elixir once more, the burst of flavor pushing me closer to the edge.
Nyami's first climax built gradually, her body tensing like a coiled spring.
"I'm... close," she whimpered, her inner muscles fluttering around me.
I quickened just a fraction, grinding deep on each inward push, my hand slipping between us to circle her swollen pearl with my thumb.
She shattered then, a keening wail escaping her as waves of pleasure rippled through her, her walls clenching rhythmically, milking me in a way that nearly undid me.
"That's it, let go," I encouraged, voice rough with restraint, kissing her forehead as she trembled.
But I didn't stop, easing her through it before resuming the slow build.
Her second peak came faster, her body more attuned now, responsive to every touch. She rocked against me, meeting my thrusts, her hands cupping my face to pull me into fervent kisses.
"More... please, don't stop," she begged, her voice breaking on a sob of ecstasy as she came again, harder this time, her juices coating us both, the scent of her release thick in the air.
I felt my own release coiling tight, a pressure building at the base of my spine.
Nyami's third orgasm hit as I thrust faster, the languor giving way to urgent need. Her cries grew louder, uninhibited, her body arching like a bowstring.
"Lord♡! I... again♡..." She convulsed around me, the sensation pushing me over.
With a guttural groan, I buried myself deep, spilling inside her in hot pulses, the pleasure crashing through me like a storm.
Nyami's eyes rolled back, her body going limp as she fainted from the intensity, a blissful smile on her lips.
Panting, I collapsed gently atop her, careful not to crush her. Her soft breasts pillowed my head, rising and falling with her steady breaths, still warm and faintly scented with that addictive nectar.
Exhaustion tugged at me, the night's passions finally claiming their toll. Wrapped in her embrace, the world outside forgotten, I drifted into sleep, content in the afterglow.