Volume 9 Chapter 9 Lustful Days ◆
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Outside Alice’s window, a vast grassland stretched under the morning light. Inside her modest home, the air thrummed with soft murmurs and intimate whispers, as it did every day.
Alice sat cross-legged on the bed, her pajamas parted to reveal her generous curves. Like a mother cradling a child, she held Klock close, offering her breasts with a tenderness that felt instinctive. The boy surrendered to her warmth, his lips eagerly drawing on her, unashamed in his indulgence. The soft chuu, chuu of his suckling filled the room, mingling with the rhythmic guchho, guchho of Celes’s movements.
”You’re practically a mom now, Alice,” Celes teased, her bear-like strength evident as she rocked her massive breasts up and down, enveloping Klock’s lower half. The slick sounds echoed, heavy and deliberate.
”Huh?” Alice tilted her head, her bunny ears twitching in confusion. She stroked Klock’s hair gently, her touch doting, almost possessive.
”They’re like lovers, don’t you think? So cozy together,” Celes continued, smirking.
”Lovers? More like a baby and his mama,” Alice shot back, her lips curving into a playful pout. She tapped Klock’s head lightly, as if scolding him for his greediness.
Klock, caught in the moment, was too lost to care. He’s like a big baby, Alice thought, her heart swelling with a mix of affection and amusement. Celes, meanwhile, pressed her weight down, her breasts smothering Klock’s hips, her fingers teasing him mercilessly. “Come on, squirt out that next batch of milk already,” she purred, her voice dripping with mischief.
Klock’s body tensed, his hips bucking upward. A sudden gush of white fluids spilled from between Celes’s cleavage, splattering with surprising force. She leaned in, pinning him firmly to keep him from squirming away, her lips closing around his tip with a wet pa-clt. The room filled with the sound of her relentless teasing.
”Klock, seriously!” Alice huffed, giving his head another playful smack. “You’re mine, but you’re already addicted to Celes’s breast play!”
Celes chuckled, her lips still busy. “Heh, sorry, not trying to steal him or anything,” she said between slurps, her tone anything but apologetic. Klock writhed, his hands reaching out instinctively, only to be caught by Alice’s gentle but firm grip. No escape, he thought, his mind hazy with pleasure and surrender.
It had been a week since Klock arrived at Alice’s home, a week of relentless intimacy. The girls had learned his every weakness, and each morning began with the same overwhelming ritual. Celes’s sheer physicality dominated him—her breasts alone were enough to render him helpless. One flash of her curves, and he was hard; one press of her weight, and he was hers. Each time, he spilled white fluids into her cleavage, offering himself without resistance.
This is my life now, Klock realized, his thoughts dulled by submission. Alice’s nurturing embrace, Celes’s playful dominance—there was no fighting it. He’d surrendered to this house, to these women, to this endless cycle of desire. I’ll never leave.
”Good boy,” Alice cooed, threading her fingers through his hair, tickling his scalp like a doting mother. “Celes can be rough, but you can always come to me.”
”Rough? That’s just my mating season talking,” Celes grinned, her bear-like instincts flaring. “Us Beastkin can’t help it when the urge hits.”
Alice’s expression shifted, a hint of possessiveness in her eyes. She pulled Klock closer, as if shielding him. “Mating season, huh? Well, he’s mine,” she said, her bunny ears twitching defiantly. Celes just laughed, her breasts still working Klock’s trembling body, now slick with white fluids.
”Fourth time!” Celes announced as another burst erupted, some splashing across her cheek. She didn’t flinch, instead taking him deeper, her lips and tongue relentless. The wet slurp filled the air, crude and unapologetic.
Alice might have been jealous of Celes’s assets in another life, but as Succubi, they both reveled in Klock’s torment. His squirming, his gasps—it was intoxicating. Alice leaned in, sealing his lips with her own, her breasts pressing against his face. Klock’s muffled protest was swallowed by her kiss, his body trapped between two relentless forces.
Essence drain. The sensation hit like a wave. Celes’s tongue coiled around him below, Alice’s lips drank from his above. His vision flickered, his body shuddering as they siphoned his energy. It’s just a snack for them, he thought, half-delirious. Succubi didn’t need it to survive, but they craved it, and Klock was their favorite treat.
They’d been careful at first, ensuring he wouldn’t break. But as days passed, their restraint faded. Now, every day ended with essence drain, a sweet indulgence they couldn’t resist. It’s too good, Alice had admitted once, her voice dreamy. I can’t stop.
The room grew quiet, save for the soft hum of their breathing. Alice cradled Klock, her touch gentle but possessive. Celes licked her lips, satisfied for now. Outside, the grassland swayed, indifferent to the world within—a world where time was spent not in survival, but in surrender to desire.
Every day brought the same indulgence. Once a day, at least, Klock thought, resigned to it as his unspoken duty. The Succubus girls treated him with surprising care in most things, but essence drain knew no mercy. To them, he was just another fixture in the house—a living semen dispenser, endlessly refilling.
”Still pumping out so much,” Celes marveled, her lips lingering stubbornly even after he’d finished. Her hot breath tickled his lower belly, her tongue coiling around his oversensitive tip, tormenting him through the haze of post-climax agony.
Klock groaned in torment. Right after ejaculation, every touch was torture, yet she forced him to stay hard, dragging out the suffering. But her relentless sucking tricked his body; the shaft stiffened again, rigid and unyielding. He gritted his teeth, breathing ragged, as Celes ramped up her oral pistoning. Alice, too, kept her tongue tangled with his, refusing to release his mouth even after the drain ended.
Maybe I’ll just die like this, he wondered dimly. The pleasure stretched on forever, tempting him to surrender completely. If it’s the end, let it be in their arms, with them watching over me.
”Mmm, right—next time, we’ll show Klock to Lily,” Alice murmured suddenly, pulling back.
”Hm? Lily? Oh, that Abyss influence thing,” Celes replied, the two finally easing off him. Their warmth lifted, lips parting with a sticky bridge of saliva that snapped and fell. Klock lay there, half-erect and frustrated, his body left in limbo.
”I’ve gotta head to Lady Kispe’s soon, but Lily’s so unpredictable—might as well go fetch her myself,” Alice explained. “Can you and Klock hold down the fort?”
”Let me know how it goes,” Celes said casually.
”Ugh, come on, Celes! You always just show up for the fun and bail!” Alice pouted.
”Bears like me live free. When the mood strikes, I’ll be back,” Celes shrugged, the bed creaking as she stood. She was leaving already, her whims as fleeting as ever. No tit-fucking burial today—the usual thrill missed. Succubi were moody creatures; nothing to be done.
But then came the soft munyu press of warm flesh. His face sank into plush thickness—Alice’s bunny-girl breasts enveloping him. She rolled beside him, hugging him like a lover.
”Now that the brute’s gone, let’s have some makeup sex. Come here,” she cooed, reclining against the pillow, arms outstretched, her bunny ears perked invitingly. So cute, Klock thought. She’s all I need. He staggered up, drawn to her without a second thought, collapsing over her body.
”Kiss me while we do it~ ♡” Alice purred.
Morning sex with Alice was routine. They’d gone twice before Celes arrived. He aligned himself, slipping in easily with a slick nyuru. Even after her “approved” fling with Celes’s paizuri, Alice’s pussy stayed drenched, welcoming him home.
The sensation enveloped him—hot, slippery, like sinking into a perfect fit. I’m back, he felt, a cozy certainty washing over. She’s my wife already…
Overdoing it had conditioned him; thrusting into Alice brought pure comfort. Exhausted from Celes’s abuse, he still craved a full day of pounding her senseless. She’s just too cute, too soft, smells amazing, feels incredible, his foggy mind swirled.
”Tired? You’ve got plenty left—pound away. If you cum hard enough, I’ll skip the essence drain. Who knows, maybe we’ll make a baby today ♡” Alice teased, her lewd grin wicked.
Fuhi ♡ She smirked during sex, the naughty bunny bride provoking him.
She’d probably drain him anyway—her usual slip-up. But talk of a baby stirred him. I want to swell her belly, make her fully mine. He kissed her fiercely, bodies pressed tight, hips grinding. Her cheeks flushed, nipples hardening, a sly smile playing on her lips.
He figured he had stamina left after so many rounds. But then—
”Nn, ahn ♡ Love it ♡ Ahn ♡” Alice moaned exaggeratedly in his ear, the mischievous rabbit putting on a show. A tough Succubus wouldn’t gasp like that for real—no way. Yet it didn’t matter; he lost himself, slamming into her depths.
Before he knew it, he was spilling deep—byu, byu—flooding her sopping pussy. Her legs locked around him, he poured everything into the demon rabbit, desire unchecked.
Consciousness flickered, a hazy doze overtaking him. He snapped back, face buried in her breasts, heartbeat thumping steadily. Still sheathed inside her—warm, comforting. No pulling out from my bunny wife’s embrace.
”Fuhi ♡ Came so quick, you pushover~ ♡” Alice ruffled his hair, mocking him.
Her moans were fake—he knew it. Still, it flattered him into reckless thrusting, offering his load freely. Utterly played, and he didn’t mind a bit.
She’s charmed me, he admitted. But this is fine. Pride’s worthless. As long as I’m with Alice, happy…
There might’ve been another path, another girl. Just a fleeting thought, gone in a blink. Dazed by her breasts, doubts vanished. This house was home; Alice, his love.
”Nfu~ ♡ You really love these, huh? Good boy. I’m heading out a bit—be good and wait~”
Afterward, hyped-up Alice drained him again—”just a nibble” before leaving. His legs gave out, waves of exhaustion crashing in. But he didn’t die; they always stopped short.
Notes:
• Alice – Rabbitkin adventurer; appears at the same Barreith gathering, playful and mischievous, interacts with Klock, part of recruited volunteers
• Celes – A bear-type Beastkin Succubus living with Alice after Klock’s arrival. She’s playful, physically strong, and driven by her species’ “mating season” instincts. She teases Alice often and treats life with freedom and spontaneity. No known family or formal ties; she’s Alice’s companion and occasional housemate.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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