Case 139: Upon a rendezvous with the femme fatale. (R-18)

Consent.

That was the word Lyra claimed she didn't care about, though ironically, it was also what she longed for the most. Unless the heroine had some perverted preferences, she would obviously want her love to be reciprocated.

So, at Cecilia's sudden and somewhat reluctant acceptance, Lyra was still thrilled.

''Lyra...''

With a hint of nervousness, the heroine rose from Cecilia's chest and turned her attention to the succubus's flushed face. She looked so shy, so innocent, despite constantly seducing the women around her, almost irritably so.

Even now, Lyra couldn't be absolutely certain of this so-called innocence. Perhaps this was all but an act. Perhaps not. Still... it didn't matter much to her.

''Mhm...''

The two kissed.

By this point, there was no resistance felt from Cecilia's side. Instead, she embraced it for what it was—a genuinely good kiss. She had to admit—Lyra had gotten so much better since her first time. Before, there was still a faint air of clumsiness to the heroine's attacks, but with a receiver as honest as Cecilia, she was bound to improve.

As the two intertwined their tongues, feeling out each other's lips, Lyra lightly teased Cecilia's chest before sliding her hand further downward. It was her first time going anywhere deeper than this, and the excitement was palpable.

Her finger brushed along Cecilia's slender stomach, slithered into her half-taken-off dress, and onto her smooth, pure white panties. It felt extremely warm to the touch, slightly damp, and mostly, soft. Incredibly soft at that.

''Hah... hgn...''

When Lyra released the kiss, she found Cecilia's body had heated up considerably, half from the long saliva exchange, half from arousal. She lightly whined in her arms, clinging like a kitten waiting to be devoured.

The heroine inexplicably gulped.

'How could anyone even resist this?'

And Lyra didn't need to resist it either. She didn't want to.

As a result, Lyra decided to enjoy as much as she desired. She buried her face in Cecilia's fragrant, heat-struck body, selfishly touching wherever she wanted to, her posture no different than an animal in heat. She kissed Cecilia's snow white skin, licking, biting, leaving her marks greedily.

''Ah... hah... nn...!''

Her fingers, meanwhile, were being tainted with Cecilia's unique scent as they played with her lower lips. Lyra started from the outside, rubbing gently, then moved to greet the flesh in between those lips, all through the thin fabric of the drenched underwear.

She could feel her own breath accelerating.

Unable to stay patient, Lyra soon pulled her hand up and discarded Cecilia's panty, which was in the way. Only then could her finger properly touch the sticky lips.

''Feeling good?'' She asked, putting her middle finger on the slit. ''Should I go in right away?''

No matter how it looked to an outsider's eyes, Cecilia was the one with more experience here. Besides, it was she who was being done by Lyra, so adjusting to her liking was not strange.

Cecilia, having understood this, lightly bit her lower lip, ''Do it. Don't go too fast... yet.''

''Okay.''

The heroine proudly inserted two fingers into Cecilia's cavity. At first, she marveled at how hot and tight her fingers felt—like they were being gripped and pulled in, then came pride—pride for finally having proper sex with her crush, and pride for making her moan this suggestively... although the second point could be argued.

Though, of course, it didn't need to end there.

''Hgn... hah... mhm...!''

Once Lyra had moved a few times, she got the rhythm and began pleasuring Cecilia diligently. Fortunately, she had just trimmed her nails yesterday, or it would have been painful.

'I see why having a penis is a plus.'

The heroine thought as she watched Cecilia squirming restlessly. Doing this pure lesbian sex had its charms, but having one helped both parties with the experience. It scaled better, it allowed both to gain pleasure, and most importantly, it allowed reproduction.

For now... she would have to make do with her fingers and tongue.

With that thought, Lyra once again quickened her pace, repeatedly tapping Cecilia's inner weak spot. Her fingers were almost swallowed whole by the ravenous entity, half of her palm drenched.

''Ah... ah... wait...!''

And eventually, it built up to a spectacular climax. The succubus's entire body arched, her mouth gasping for air as shots of indecent water flew out between her legs. Half of it sprayed out onto the bed sheet, while the remaining half hit Lyra's wrist.

''...''

It was the first time that the heroine saw such a dramatic reaction. Simultaneously, it was shocking and... lewd. Incredibly lewd. She wanted to see more of this—no, she wanted to see Cecilia 'suffer' more than this. She wanted to dominate Cecilia so thoroughly that she would beg for more.

Never before had her tendency become so clear, even to herself.

So, she went in for more, ignoring Cecilia's tail gripping onto her hand, subtly saying to stop.

''N-No, I'm sensitive right now...!'' The succubus cried out. ''Stop—''

But her lips were immediately sealed. Once again, Cecilia was being ravaged without a room for negotiation. It reminded her of moments where Rachael nearly lost herself to her vampire instincts.

Except, Lyra's aggression felt much colder and more cynical, like a beast was cradling her neck with its sharp claws. Under it, she had no choice but to accept and try to hold on to her reasons, though that seemed harder as time passed.

Lyra, who had spec-ed a significant amount of her points into observation skills—for combat—now could accurately grasp Cecilia's weak points, and she wasn't shy to attack them repeatedly.

''Mhmp...!''

Cecilia felt as though her mind was going blank. Her body only remembered Lyra's scent, her touch, her warmth, and the overwhelming emotions the heroine had poured into her.

And despite her initial reluctance, she could only give in. She was, by any sense, helplessly attracted to Lyra as a woman. They were so... compatible.

How?

Why?

Lyra was supposed to be her sister, not her lover.

'How did I... raise her like this...?'

So, the two continued deep into the night.