Case 141: For a night without reasons. (R-18)

Lyra found her consciousness blurring from pleasure.

Having just been 'born' moments ago, her member was as sensitive as it could get. Yet, she refused any sort of foreplay and hastily went for the final prize, partly because of Cecilia's frightened reaction upon seeing it. Besides, the sudden rush of desire that plagued her body numbed her mind, and she couldn't help but gravitate toward that place.

Suddenly, she fully understood the emotions those lovers must have been tormented with—it just felt so good that one couldn't possibly resist.

''A-Ah...''

Cecilia was convulsing from her climax, her back arched, hands gripping the bed sheet tightly. At the same time, Lyra also struggled with the sensation felt from between her legs. Even though the succubus's face suggested she was nearly out of it, her body was professional and honest. Her cavity swallowed the heroine's shaft whole, its inside soft and moist, seeming to rub against her as its owner grinded mindlessly.

But with her superhuman endurance and self-control, Lyra bit her lips, took Cecilia's waist, and began to move her properly. Each time she lifted the woman, an indescribable wave of pleasure hit as the warm flesh clung to her penis, almost sucking it in. A sort of sticky liquid stuck to either of their crotch, forming strands.

Visually, it looked unbelievably lewd. Yet the heroine felt it more vividly than ever—her lust was unstoppable.

Embraced by Cecilia's unrestrained moans, which were sweet as honey, sultry to the core, Lyra started to thrust her hips. Pure desires drove her mind and body as she rammed her shaft into the other person's stomach, knocking on her deepest part without fail. As talented as Lyra was, she quickly found where to strike and picked up the pace.

Despite letting out indecent groans herself, Lyra's endurance proved to be potent as she had yet to release prematurely. On the other hand, Cecilia was a mess. Her eyes were clouded, unfocused, her mouth agape, gasping for air each time her stomach was knocked. Her body was unstable, only held properly by Lyra's hands.

Under the room's dim light, only the succubus's glistening horns stood out.

''Hah... hah... hah...''

The heroine, amidst her heavy breathing, finally felt the satisfaction of conquest upon witnessing Cecilia in such a state. The more she went in, the more her heart fell in love with it. The more she moved her hips, the more her body was rewarded with pleasure.

'...So this is why they say succubi are dangerous.'

A single rational thought lingered in her mind... but at this point, there was no stopping.

Abandoning the initial plan of letting Cecilia move by herself, Lyra tossed the woman to the side, letting her rest face down, and grabbed her waist once again. She knelt, resting her rather heavy shaft on Cecilia's full butt... and re-inserted after admiring the scene for a short moment.

Doing Cecilia from behind, the heroine noticed that the tail was quite expressive, jolting for each thrust, which happened to coincide with a sweet, muffled moan. Gaining confidence, Lyra boldly squeezed the woman's cheeks with her hands, kneading those soft pillows that cushioned her hips each time she rammed her shaft in.

''Huu...''

She was getting closer to a climax. At the same time, dangerous thoughts began to pop up in her mind one by one. If she already felt as though she was on top of the world, doing Cecilia from behind like this, what would happen if she demanded even more vulgar actions?

Like sandwiching her shaft between Cecilia's breasts.

Like having Cecilia kiss and lick her tip.

Like releasing all over Cecilia's gorgeous face.

She could do all of it. The moment Lyra realized that, she was indescribably happy, yet a deep sense of jealousy and envy was also born toward the women Cecilia called 'lovers.' They must have been enjoying this all these years.

''Mhmp...?!''

And as the resentment swelled up, something had to become the subject for her to release it on. Unfortunately, Cecilia's precious place was chosen.

''You slut...'' Lyra muttered, her face dark as she grabbed the succubus's wagging tail.

Losing all reason, the heroine tapped furiously on Cecilia's back, punching it to the base with a violent speed as if wanting to destroy the person's insides. As the speed increased, so did the intensity of Cecilia's trembling—she was climaxing.

But Lyra didn't care. She only knew how to vent her anger, pushing with all her might despite the unsightly scattering of fluid all over her crotch, her thighs, and the bed below.

''W-Wait... ah...! Ugh...!''

The woman, perhaps wanting to escape, crawled forward, but the heroine could never let her go that easily. Her hands firmly caught the slender waist, dragging her back.

''Where are you going?'' She growled and further pushed the pace, showing no mercy.

''F-Forgive me...!''

Cecilia was crying. Yet even that looked inviting.

After all, succubi were creatures of the night—they existed to grasp and twist the human hearts.

Lyra, the heroine of justice, the light of the world, voluntarily embraced the darkness.

For a while, the room was filled with vulgar sounds of flesh colliding, of fluid flying, and of two beasts mating with one another, not a shred of their previous civil relationship apparent. With a final, powerful thrust, Lyra finished inside Cecilia's womb.

An euphoric climax that made one's mind go blank struck the heroine. She kept moving her hip lightly as the desires, the love in her, were released, all of which was embraced by the woman she loved.

At the same time, she could feel something fundamental in her was sucked away, though only a bit. Perhaps Cecilia couldn't restrain her instinct fully, or in other, obscene words—

'She got fucked too hard to control it.'

Once she was in, there was no way out—but Lyra had prepared for this.

Rather, it made her ecstatic. This meant that she had conquered Cecilia so thoroughly that she had lost herself in the process. And most importantly, the heroine could 'force-feed' her in the future so she could survive longer.

Lyra only felt better as she pulled the shaft out. Looking from behind, Cecilia's naked butt was on full display, the cheeks red from slapping, the lips creamed, oozing with each throb.

Looking around, the bed was splattered wet all over the place. Lyra decided to take a breather and rehydrated. She also fed the barely-conscious Cecilia a glass.

''You'll be losing more water. Drink up.'' She didn't forget to add.

''...''

Cecilia couldn't decide if she should thank or curse this unruly, insolent girl. After messing her up this badly, and she threatened her with that?

''...!''

But that train of thought was abruptly stopped by the sudden arrival of Lyra's erect shaft, which rested on Cecilia's shoulder, yet its warmth and weight could be felt even on her chest.

A hand lightly stroked Cecilia's horns, feeling their quiver, ''I intend to take a full day of break, you see. It seems we have something to entertain ourselves, don't we?''

''Ah...''

'I'm fucked.'

That was all Cecilia could think of for the moment.