Succumania

"So, this is the situation." Nina's voice was the only thing filling the living room. Dressed in her usual white lab coat, she adjusted her glasses with a practiced motion, her expression serious as she read from a prepared document. The room was packed with succubi of all kinds, their presence overwhelming even for someone as disciplined as Nina.

She had spent the last hour mentally preparing herself for this moment, her mind entirely focused on not ogling the beauties around her.

"This is important, so listen carefully," she continued, her voice clipped but controller. "As of today, our subject—" she hesitated for half a second, but quickly recovered, "—has officially lost his protection mark. That means all of you are now able to interact with him on a sexual level."

The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. A ripple of excitement passed through the gathered succubi. Eyes gleamed with predatory interest, tails flicked with anticipation, and smirks spread across faces like wildfire. Some exchanged amused glances, while others leaned forward, their curiosity piqued.

"However," Nina cut in sharply, her voice rising to quell the growing murmurs. She raised a hand, demanding silence. "Just so you know, Saki—or rather, the one conducting this trial—is overseeing this process. She has designated me as the general supervisor and Vinum as the evaluator. Which means multiple things…"

She paused, letting her words sink in before continuing. "First and foremost, we ask that you do not go overboard. Show some restraint. The trial consists of him not falling in love with any of you, not breaking him to a point where he can't form coherent sentences. This is a free-for-all, but there are rules."

A low murmur of disappointment rippled through the room, but Nina pressed on, undeterred. "Second, thanks to the device Vinum and I created, and tested," she added that last part as if to reassure herself, "you are allowed to completely suck him dry. He will come back a few minutes later in his own room, but spawn killing isn't authorized and his room is off-limits."

"Spawnkilling?" Eva raised an eyebrow. "What's that mean?"

Nina sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as if dealing with a particularly dense student. "It means that you must give him some time between each death. Clear?"

Eva smirked, leaning back in her chair. "Okay!"

"So no camping outside his room and pouncing the second he comes back. Got it," Morrigan nodded.

"Exactly," Nina said with a firm tone. "And before any of you get any bright ideas, let me remind you that I'm watching, and that Saki may be alerted if something goes wrong."

She then turned her paper and continued. "Third, do this inside the house. It is very important that you stay inside the house or at least until the next house to do your activities," she imagined the scene in her head and felt a huge wave of jealousy rush through her. "Otherwise he might not be able to revive, and you'll have to face the consequences like any murderer would."

"We don't want to kill him for good…" Astaroth mused. 

"Four," Nina raised another finger. "And that's not really a rule but a general idea of what the trial is about. To sum it all up, it's business as usual, but Luka must now prepare himself for the upcoming 'party' Saki is preparing. With that, you're free to do as you please, but like earlier, I will ask all of you to be at least responsible."

A moment of silence followed. Then, slowly, the smirks returned, and some of them licked their lips in anticipation.

Nina exhaled sharply, adjusting her glasses. At least they're taking it seriously… in their own way.

Astaroth leaned forward, her expression serious. "So, let me get this straight," she drawled. "We can play with him, drain him completely over and over again or do anything so that he falls for us?"

"That's correct."

"And we can't kill him for real ," Morrigan added, her mind processing. "But we can kill him temporarily."

Nina's eye twitched. "Yes, that's also correct."

"So Saki was the one behind his dysfunction?" Alma Elma asked, wincing as if the revelation stung her pride.

"To think I've been working on a way to bring his pleasure back…" Lilith sighed in disappointment. "It was all for nothing."

"Essentially, yes," Nina said, maintaining her professional demeanor despite the absurdity of the situation. "As Luka's friend, I'll ask you to be kind—at least somewhat. He's been housing you all, and he's shown remarkable patience. I'll be checking on his mental health daily, but don't push him too far."

A tense silence settled over the room before Astaroth chuckled, her voice a sultry purr that sent a shiver down Nina's spine. "Kindness, huh?"

Morrigan smirked, her sharp canines glinting in the evening light. "Yeah, but I think it'll be more fun that way. See how long he lasts."

Succubus-chan giggled. "I bet he won't even make it past the first week—but I hope he does!"

Lilith sighed again, arms crossed under her chest. "I could've fixed him, you know."

"Alright, enough," Nina cut in sharply. "You all understand the terms of the trial. What you do next is up to you."

The room erupted into a low hum of conversation as the succubi began to disperse in the room. Nina watched them talk, her clipboard clutched tightly to her chest as she tried to ignore the knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach.

Or perhaps it was a knot of jealousy.

"Nina… Is that your name?" Suddenly, Astaroth approached her with a smile on her face.

"Y-Yes," she gulped, her eyes glancing directly at the woman's cleavage.

Astaroth tilted her head, her smile softening into something almost genuine, though a trace of concern shadowed her crimson eyes. "Are you sure this trial is a good idea? I know we haven't been here long, and most of us have been waiting for this moment, but…" She sighed, the sound weary and surprisingly sincere. "I can't help feeling gratitude toward Luka for so many reasons. I'm excited, don't get me wrong, but I'm worried too."

Nina snapped her eyes back up and coughed. "I'm worried as well," she admitted, her voice quieter now. "But as long as he stays within the house, he should be fine. The revival device is tied to this location, after all."

"Isn't Saki concerned that some of us might… go too far?" Astaroth asked, her tone careful, as though testing the waters. "That we might kill him for good—or try to claim him entirely for ourselves?"

"She is," Nina nodded. "That's why she's counting on me to supervise this entire trial. And if a few of you could step up as voices of reason—help keep the others in check—it would go a long way."

Astaroth's gaze lingered on Nina for a moment, her crimson eyes searching as if weighing the scientist's words. Finally, she gave a slow nod, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "I'll do what I can. But you know how some of the others are—restraint isn't exactly their strong suit."

"I'm well aware," Nina exhaled sharply, her long and messy brown hair falling. "And I guess you won't show mercy to him either."

Astaroth shot her a playful smile. "You can't ask me to pass up on this occasion."

"Right," Nina deadpanned. "Anyway, I'll go now. You are all aware of the situation and the rules."

"Don't worry," she gave her a reassuring nod. "I feel like everything will be alright."

"Oh? That's odd coming from you," Nina pushed her glasses up. "Aren't you supposed to be a little ball of anxiety?"

"I am confident because he was able to reign us in during the beach day," Astaroth nodded. "Though I guess his authority is now a bit gone."

"Don't underestimate him," Nina shot her a sharp glance. "That's why I'm warning you all to not go too far. If you break him and see you all as threats, he might go nuts."

Astaroth's face paled slightly as she remembered his rampage against the Nightmares. "R-Right. Understood."

"Anyway, bye," she waved her hand off before walking away. 

Astaroth watched her walking away, the room now filled with succubi talking to each other.

"So, who's going first?" Morrigan asked, stretching her arms with a smirk.

"Not tonight," Astaroth shot her down. "He's locked in his room and hasn't eaten in twenty-four hours. Give him a break."

Morrigan clicked her tongue. "Fine."s

"We have one month, after all," Lilith mused.

"Does that mean we can play with him now?" Rami asked, her large, round eyes shining with excitement.

The green-haired mayor smiled sweetly. "Yes~ I do hope he comes to see me."

"Yay!" Rami cheered, throwing her hands into the air.

"Are the Nightmares aware of this?" Succubus-chan asked without looking up from her phone, scrolling through whatever latest maps she had access to.

"I believe so," Astaroth nodded. "But…" She glanced around the room, suddenly noticing a distinct absence. "Does anyone know where Alma Elma is?"

The energy in the room shifted. The succubi exchanged looks.

"Shit… she is with him, isn't she?" Morrigan muttered with gritted teeth.

Astaroth ran a hand down her face. "Dammit… I guess we already lost the first spot."

Steam curled through the bathroom from an earlier shower, clinging to the air like a heavy fog. Luka exhaled slowly as he undressed, tossing his clothes onto a stool beside the sink. The distant hum of voices from the living room drifted through the walls, but he ignored them.

Right now, all he wanted was a moment of peace.

He rolled his shoulders, wincing at the lingering tension in his muscles. He needed to cool off. After everything that happened, a clear and calm mind was what he needed the most. 

Or…

His gaze drifted downward.

Perhaps masturbating could help? he thought for a second. It could get him used to his new sensitivity and it was not like it was a new activity for him. In fact, perhaps he should find his old stuff from back then.

He shook the idea away with a sigh, rubbing his temples.

God, what the hell am I even thinking?

He reached for the shower handle and turned it, letting the water heat up. The rhythmic sound of droplets against the tiles filled the small space, soothing in its simplicity.

But just as he was about to step inside—

A whisper.

Soft. Playful. Right behind him.

"You're so tense, Luka…♪"

His breath hitched. He spun around instantly, fists clenched, his heartbeat hammering in his chest. 

But nothing.

The steam swirled, distorting the air, but he saw no one. 

When suddenly, he felt a hand touch his bare shoulder. His whole body tensed up, goosebumps traversing through him as he turned around. 

"Alma Elma—?! How did you get in here?" he yelped, covering his crotch with both of his hands while taking a step back. 

She stood there, unfazed, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "The window was open," she said simply, as if it explained everything.

Standing before him, wearing that damn outfit—the one she had worn back then, during their first meeting. A long, dark blue cape draped over her shoulders, open in the front, doing absolutely nothing to hide the curves of her body.

His eyes betrayed him, trailing downward against his better judgment.

First, her cleavage—barely contained by a black corset trimmed with dark purple, pushing up her generous, soft breasts in a way that almost dared him to keep looking. Below, her toned stomach was bare, the tantalizing dip of her waist drawing his gaze further—to the dark bikini-style bottoms that clung to her hips, straps looping seductively around her waist.

"Well, that's a first," she giggled.

Luka's face burned.

"You never look at me like that," she continued, her lips curling into a knowing smirk.

His head snapped up immediately, jaw clenched.

"I guess I was more subtle before…" he muttered, his voice strained as he fought to keep his composure, though he could feel his body betraying him, a familiar heat stirring below despite his best efforts. 

Alma Elma took a slow, deliberate step closer, her tail flicking lazily behind her like a predator toying with its prey. Luka mirrored her movement, stepping back, his brows knitting together as he wrestled with his composure. He'd wanted to take things slow, to ease into this new reality. But here she was—the final boss, crashing into the opening act. What kind of twisted game balance was this?

"Alma Elma…" He muttered her name like a prayer, trying to focus on something—anything—that wasn't her body. His eyes refused to meet hers, instead falling to the floor as he struggled to steady his breathing.

"I know you won't listen but—"

"But what?" She stepped closer again, her bare foot leaving faint prints on the steam-slicked tiles.

Luka's breath caught in his throat as he stumbled backward, his back hitting the cold tile wall. "I don't think this is a good idea," he managed to say, his words thick with emotion.

Her smirk grew wider. "Oh? And why not, my dear Luka?" She ran a finger along the edge of her corset, the fabric straining against her ample bosom. 

Luka's throat tightened, his hands still awkwardly shielding himself as he pressed harder against the wall, the chill of the tiles doing little to cool the heat surging through him. "Because…" he started, voice faltering as he searched for words that wouldn't sound like a plea. 

Shit, I can't think straight… 

Why wasn't he like that with Saki? Why wasn't he as calm as before? 

It was very simple, in truth: he was scared. Terrified, even. Terrified not because she was a succubus, hell, even a regular woman would have given him the same reaction.

No, it was the fact that he was scared to be touched, to feel vulnerable. 

Alma Elma picked up on that and her stance softened. She paused, her features melting into something almost gentle. "You're not used to it, are you?"

"Who is?" Luka let out a dry chuckle, his shoulders slumping as he risked a glance at her. "I mean… I guess most people are better at this than I am."

I don't get it. His thoughts swirled, and a bad habit began to resurface. 

"Are you afraid?" she asked in a soothing tone.

Luka's eyes darted around the room, avoiding her gaze. "I don't know. It's complicated." He took a shaky breath, his hands still pressed against the wall. "I've never been good at this kind of thing. Relationships, intimacy, all of it."

Alma Elma's smirk faded entirely, replaced by a look of genuine curiosity. "But you've had relationships before, haven't you? With Saki, for instance?" She tilted her head, studying him intently. "What makes me different? What makes this so terrifying for you?"

"If I were to take a guess…" he muttered, his face turning into a sadder side. "It's because I'm afraid of losing control."

"Fear of loss of control... that makes perfect sense." Her voice softened further, as she walked closer, reaching for him but pulling back when he flinched. "Maybe it's time you trusted someone."

Luka's shoulders sagged with vulnerability. "Alma, you're being sweet. I know. I appreciate that, but—"

"You won't win the trial if you stay like this," she chuckled. "You want to stay like this forever?"

"No, of course not," for the first time he raised his head. "It's just…"

"Oh for…" she sighed, losing a little patience. "You really are a virgin, that's for sure."

"Hey," he shot back, his index pointed at her. "I'm showing my vulnerable side here, have some respect."

"Ufufu…♪" she chuckled with a teasing smile. "I am respecting you. You saved my life after all."

He felt his breath hitch and something inside him churn. 

"You're not doing this because of that, are you?" he asked, his voice somber. "I don't need repayment like that."

"I'm doing this because I want to feel Luka up close…♪" she teased with a smirk. 

"I figured…" he sighed, though a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. If there was anyone in this house he could trust, it was her. Even if a single touch of her could turn him into a complete mess.

"Don't overthink it," she coaxed, her hand brushing his shoulder again—this time with a gentle pat that didn't make him flinch.

"But I still can't—"

"Oh, just give in already," Alma Elma sighed as she grabbed his hand that was hiding his crotch. "You're going to live with us for a month like this, get used to it."

Luka's heart raced as Alma Elma's delicate fingers wrapped around his wrist, gently pulling his hand away from his crotch. He swallowed hard, his face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. 

"I-I trust you, Alma Elma," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "But please, just give me a moment to... to compose myself."

She cocked her head to the side, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ufufu, you're so adorable when you're flustered like this, Luka. I can practically see the gears turning in your head, trying to figure out how to handle this situation."

"Just…" he sighed, his breath shaky. "Can we take it slow, please?"

He winced at his own words, inwardly cringing at how naive they sounded. Slow? With Alma Elma? He shook his head slightly, a self-deprecating laugh escaping him. What did he expect her to do in this situation? She was the final boss, and here he was asking for the tutorial level.

"That's what I intended from the start…♪" she said, her voice lilting as she gestured toward the running shower. "You're hypersensitive, aren't you? Why don't we start by taking a shower together?"

Luka blinked, the suggestion hitting him like a curveball. "A… shower?" His voice came out higher than he'd intended, and he cleared his throat, trying to regain some dignity. "You mean, like… together?"

"Obviously," she teased, stepping past him to test the water with her hand. The steam curled around her, framing her silhouette in a way that made his pulse quicken again. "It's just water, Luka. Nothing to be scared of. Think of it as… easing you in."

He swallowed hard, his mind racing as he watched her. The rational part of him screamed that this was a terrible idea—that sharing a shower with a succubus, let alone Alma Elma, was like jumping into the lion's maw. Every ounce of self-preservation he had left urged him to bolt, to retreat to the safety of his room and lock the door until the trial was over.

But another part of him…

Another part of him was tired of holding back. 

All of this time, even if he couldn't feel pleasure like right now, he still had long and distant dreams of this kind of intimacy. 

Now, with her standing there, the reality of it felt both exhilarating and terrifying—like standing on the edge of a cliff with no idea how far the drop was.

And yet, there was a strange sense of freedom in taking this step. Like a buried part of him that was finally coming out.

"Okay but…" he said finally, his voice steadier than he truly felt. "Nah, let's go."

Alma Elma's smile widened—not the predatory smirk he'd braced for, but something softer, almost approving. "That's the spirit," she murmured, her tone warm as she slipped off her cape, letting it pool on the floor in a rustle of fabric. The movement was casual, effortless, but it drew hs gaze like a magnet. She kicked off her boots with a practiced flick, peeling off her gloves next, each gesture deliberate yet unhurried, as if she knew the effect it had on him. 

Water glistened on her skin and wings as she stepped under the spray, her long purple hair clinging to her shoulders in dark, wet strands around her horns. She glanced back at him, one eyebrow arched in a silent challenge. "Well? Don't keep me waiting."

"You're not taking off the rest of your clothes?" Luka asked, his voice catching slightly as he gripped the edge of the glass door, fingers tightening against the cool surface.

Alma Elma tilted her head, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she ran her hands through her hair, letting the water cascade over her. "Not yet," she teased. "Besides…" she dropped her gaze to his already hardened member. "It feels like you're already at your limit."

"Right," Luka muttered. He took a deep breath, the humid air filling his lungs, and stepped into the shower while closing the door behind him. The warm spray hit his skin, a steady cadence that grounded him as he kept a prudent distance, though the small space made that difficult.

The water ran over his shoulders, traced paths down his arms, and he focused on that—the physical sensation, the simple act of standing here near her, to feel.

Alma Elma didn't crowd him, didn't push, which caught him off guard more than any sultry advance might have. Instead, she tilted her head back into the stream, letting the water soak through her hair as she hummed softly to herself—a tune he didn't recognize but found oddly soothing. The normalcy of it, the way she seemed so at ease, made the moment feel… less daunting.

Still, the ache in his lower half was distracting. 

Luka's eyes wandered over her figure, the water highlighting every curve. He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure. "So, uh, this is nice, I guess..." he said, his voice a bit strained as he struggled to keep his gaze from drifting lower.

"It is…♪" she chuckled, her eyes reaching him. She was a bit taller than him, but it was enough for her presence to feel much bigger. From the corner of her eyes, she noticed the body wash and reached for it. "Let's get you all clean," she pumped a generous amount of soap into her hand, the floral scent filling the enclosed space. Then, she stepped closer, her finger brushing against his chest, leaving a tail of suds and goosebumps in their wake.

He swallowed hard, his heart pounding against his ribs as he tried to maintain eye contact, to focus on the playful glint in her eyes rather than the hypnotic sway of her ample bosom with each hum.

"This is... nice," he managed, his voice soft as he guided her hand to feel more at ease. The water continued to cascade over them, the warm droplets contrasting with the coolness of the soap. Alma Elma's lips curved into a knowing smile as she watched his reactions, her eyes roaming over his body. 

"You know…" she whispered as she began working his shoulders. "Unlike those show-offs at the beach, you're not much of a spectacle in the shower… but you're not bad either."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he replied, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

She giggled, her fingers kneading his shoulders more firmly. 

"Just that you're not all show and no substance, Luka."

"What, physically?" he tilted his head. 

"Is it okay if I'm being honest?" she smiled, her hands slid down his arms, leaving a faint sheen of soap in their wake, while the tip of her tail—glistening with a dab of soap—brushed playfully against his legs, cleaning as it went.

He eyed the reddish appendage warily, all too aware of its potential. "G-Go ahead," he replied, his voice tinged with cautious curiosity as he kept the tail in his peripheral vision.

"Well…" she trailed off, pouring more soap in her hand. "You aren't very tall compared to the average here, and you're not built like a warrior either…" her smirk widened and she poked at his abs. "You've got a fit body. It suits you." 

"I'm not sure if I should be flattered or offended by that," he remarked, his tone laced with a self-deprecating humor that made her smile soften.

"Take it as a compliment," she chuckled. "Your hair is nice to the touch too, and you've got sharp eyes too…" she trailed off, ruffling his hair with a content smile.

"C-Can you stop now? It's embarrassing…" he sighed, his voice a mix of exasperation and bashfulness as he gently pushed her hands away from his hair, though the corners of his mouth twitched upward in a reluctant smile.

"Embarrassing?" she chuckled while making a sultry smile. "You're cute when you're embarrassed. It makes me want to eat you up…♪" She stepped closer, guiding the warm water over his shoulders with a gentle hand, rinsing off the lingering soap. "But I'm being patient," she hummed, her voice a soft melody as she finished rinsing him, her touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary. "There we go, all clean now."

"Should I…" he hesitated, already regretting what he was about to say. "Clean you too?"

"If you want to…" she chuckled. "You already managed to resist to my touch, perhaps you can resist touching me?"

Wait, is she training me? Luka blinked for a second, his eyes searching hers. But the moment was soon interrupted as she turned around. He avoided her large wings with a step back as she exposed her back to him. "Take my clothes off, please…♪"

Luka's breath caught in his throat as he stared at Alma Elma's back, the warm water glistening off her pale skin, tracing delicate paths down the curve of her spine. His hands trembled slightly as he reached around her waist for the clasps of her corset, his fingers fumbling awkwardly with the wet fabric for a moment before he managed to undo the first one, then the second.

The garment loosened and fell away, slipping to the tiled floor with a soft, wet thud , revealing the smooth, impeccable expanse of her back. Alma Elma didn't move, didn't turn around, letting him explore at his own pace.

Luka swallowed hard, his throat dry despite the humid air, as he stood frozen for a moment, his hands hovering uncertainly in the space between them. The sight of her bare skin—pale and flawless under the cascading water—was both mesmerizing and intimidating. "Uh… okay," he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to her, as he shook off his hesitation and reached for the bottle of body wash on the nearby shelf.

Alma Elma let out a soft hum, the sound approving as she tilted her head slightly, her damp hair sliding over one shoulder to expose more of her back. "Go on," she murmured, her voice gentle but laced with a teasing edge that made his pulse quicken. "I won't bite… not yet, anyway."

He shot her a sidelong glance, his lips twitching into a faint, nervous smile as he pumped a dollop of soap into his palm, the floral scent blooming in the steamy air as he rubbed his hands together to work up a lather. "That's… reassuring," he replied dryly, though there was a spark of determination in his eyes as he stepped closer. 

With a deep breath, he pressed his soapy hands to her upper back, his touch tentative at first, almost reverent, as he began to work the lather into her skin. His fingers traced careful paths around the base of her wings, mindful of their sensitivity, and he couldn't help but marvel at the softness of her skin beneath his hands, the way her muscles shifted subtly under his touch.

Alma Elma let out a soft sigh, her shoulders relaxing as she leaned into his touch, her tail swaying gently behind her like a metronome. "Not bad," she murmured. 

Luka chuckled softly in relief as he continued working the soap on her back, his movements growing more confident with each passing second. "Back then I was good at massages," he quipped, his tone lighter now as he focused on the task. 

Alma Elma tilted her head slightly, her long hair brushing on his arms. "Is that so?" she said as she arched her back just a fraction, encouraging his touch. "I might have to put that to the test, then."

"Don't get your hopes up," he muttered, his tone half-teasing, half-defensive as he worked the soap into the curve of her lower back, his fingers brushing just above the base of her tail before he quickly redirected his attention upward. "I am just an amateur. Nothing to be impressed of."

"An amateur, hm?" she teased, glancing over her shoulder. "You say that, but your hands are telling a different story."

"I guess I'm sensitive to others," he countered as he adjusted the showerhead, the spray washing away the suds in glistening rivulets. 

Her smirk softened into something more genuine, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer before she turned her head forward again, letting the water cascade over her shoulders. "You're doing better than you think," she murmured, her tone quieter now, almost encouraging as she relaxed further under the stream. "Most people would've fumbled by now… or gotten too distracted to keep going."

"Guess it's because you're doing a good job at relaxing me," he chuckled. "Or maybe I'm too nervous to get distracted."

Her wings fluttered slightly, the water sprinkling all over Luka's face as she untangled her damp hair. "I guess that's good for the back now," she sighed contently before turning around, and showing her bare body to Luka. "How about you massage here, hm?" she teased, her hands lifting slightly to emphasize her round breasts, the faint spiraling pink tattoo on her left one tracing its curves in a subtle, mesmerizing arc.

Luka froze mid-motion, the showerhead nearly slipping from his grip as his eyes widened, a fresh wave of heat rushing to his face. "H-Here?" he stammered, his voice cracking slightly as he gestured vaguely, trying to keep his gaze anywhere but directly on her, though it was a losing battle.

 "What's the matter, Luka? You were doing so well… don't tell me you're backing out now."

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he clutched the showerhead a little tighter. "No, I mean… Fine…" 

With a resigned sigh, his grip on the showerhead loosened as he set it back in its holder. Then, he took another handful of soap, his hands trembling slightly as he began grazing her soft breasts with tentative motions. "You really know how to make me—" His words cut off abruptly as a familiar, eerie sensation crept up his spine, his fingers kneading the pliant flesh as he felt his member throb with an intensity that caught him off guard.

Alma Elma blinked in surprise when he paused, her crimson eyes widening for a fleeting moment before a mischievous glint sparked within them. Without hesitation, she grabbed him gently but firmly, pulling him closer and pressing his head against her bosom, her warmth enveloping him in an unexpected embrace.

He let out a shaky breath as the throbbing intensified, his body reacting beyond his control until he felt a release, a faint warmth leaking onto her leg as his knees buckled slightly under the overwhelming sensation, his hands gripping her sides for support as he struggled to steady himself.

"There, there," she cooed while stroking his hair. "I knew my two babies were killers but I didn't think it would make you lose control with just a touch…"

Luka's face burned hotter than the steam around them, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he pressed his forehead against her.

Again, it was too quick, too easy. As if—

As if his body had betrayed him before he could even process it, surrendering to her touch with a speed that left him reeling.

He pulled back slightly, his hazel eyes darting up to hers, searching for mockery but finding only an almost playful but protective warmth in her gaze. "This… isn't fair," he muttered, his voice hoarse as he tried to muster some semblance of dignity.

She gave him a light squeeze on his cheek. "How about we get out of the shower, hm?"

Luka let out a shaky breath, the sound tinged with relief as he nodded faintly, his hands still trembling slightly as he pulled away from her embrace. "Yeah… probably a good idea." But as he did, he felt his knees give out, almost falling before she caught him back up. 

"Don't go running on your own," she chuckled, holding him tightly against her. Alma Elma then turned off the shower, opened the glass door, and stepped out with him in tow. After a brief glance around, she reached for a towel from the rack and began wrapping the soft fabric around his head, her hands gentle as she tousled his damp hair.

Luka leaned into her support, his breath still uneven but slowing as the cool air outside the shower washed over him. "Thanks," he mumbled, his voice muffled slightly by the towel. "Didn't think I needed help to just get out of the shower."

"I'm used to this, don't worry," she gave him a teasing glance as she grabbed another towel for herself, draping it loosely over her shoulders. "You should be able to walk now, are you feeling better?"

"Yeah…" he muttered, pulling away from her arms and testing his balance, his legs still wobbling but holding him upright.

Damn... Is that what it feels like? To cum from a monster? This is insane…

The effect was almost instantaneous and too powerful. So that's what Vinum meant , he thought, reminiscing the lesson from the morning. 

Luka steadied himself against the sink, his hands gripping the edge as he took a deep breath. "That… hit harder than I expected," he admitted under his breath, his tone a mix of awe and lingering embarrassment as he glanced at Alma Elma through the corner of his eye.

"If you think that…" she said in a bemused expression. "Will you even survive putting it in?"

"I… Uh… I don't know," he scratched his cheeks. "It's not like it will happen today, anyway, so I have time."

But the moment he said those words, his heart jumped in his chest. Alma Elma's smirk turned upward as she took a step forward.

"Wait…" he muttered, his face paling.

"I mean…" she chuckled, her tail flicking behind her with mischievous intent. "Did you really think I would stop at just a shower?"

Luka's breath hitched, his eyes widening as he instinctively leaned back against the sink. "Y-You're kidding, right?" he managed, his voice cracking. "I'm going to die!"

"I'll make sure you don't for your first time," she purred, licking her lips with a slow, deliberate motion that sent a shiver down his spine. "Call it a special service, only if…" She paused, her tone shifting to something contemplative. "Tell me. Do you want your virginity taken by the Queen of Succubi or me?"

"I-Isn't that just the same…?" he deadpanned.

"Answer me…♪" she smiled innocently, but Luka knew that question was hiding something important.

"You're not giving me much of a choice, are you?" he faltered as he gripped the sink tighter.

"There is a choice," she continued her innocent smile that caught him off-guard. "What's your gut telling you?"

"My gut's telling me I'm screwed either way," he sighed, a reluctant grin tugging at his lips despite his nervousness. "But… I don't care about the Queen of Succubi title or whatever. I guess…" He paused, his hazel eyes locking onto hers, a quiet resolve steadying his voice as he pushed past the embarrassment. "I'd be very happy if it was just you, Alma Elma."

Her smile froze for a heartbeat, a flicker of surprise passing through her crimson gaze before it melted into something tender. "Just me, huh?"

Luka swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he held her gaze, his hands loosening their grip on the sink as a strange calm settled over him. "Yeah… Titles don't mean much when it's… you know, personal like this."

His eyes widened for a split second before she surged forward, grabbing him fully and tightly, her tail coiling around his legs with a possessive grip that pinned him in place. "Okay…♪ Then let's get you all dried up!" she chirped, her tone bright and playful. A sudden burst of warm wind erupted from her as she flapped her wings, the gust brushing against his skin with enough force to dry him instantly, the heat tingling across his body.

His cheeks wobbled as the wind pressed against his face, his hair whipping wildly as he squinted against the onslaught, his hands flailing briefly before settling on her arms for balance.

Luka let out a startled yelp, his voice lost in the rush of air as he clung to her, the sensation somewhere between exhilarating and absurd. "W-Wait, what—!" he managed, his words half-muffled as the warm breeze tousled his hair and left his skin prickling, the dampness evaporating in seconds.

Alma Elma's laughter rang out, bright and unrestrained, as she steadied him with her grip, her wings slowing their flapping as the wind died down, leaving a faint hum in the air. "There we go," she teased, her crimson eyes glinting with mischief as she unwound her tail from his legs, giving him a playful nudge. "All dry now… no excuses left."

While still carrying him with one arm, she opened the bathroom door.

"H-Hey! At least let's get dressed before—"

"It's fine…♪" she chuckled. "My room is just in front of the bathroom, no one will see us—"

Her words cut off as they emerged into the hallway, only to find themselves face-to-face with a group of succubi, their expressions ranging from irritation to outright displeasure. Astaroth stood at the forefront, her piercing gaze locking onto Alma Elma with an intensity that sent a shiver racing down Luka's spine, his stomach dropping as he shrank slightly in her grip.

"We were hearing you from below, you know," Astaroth said, her voice cold and edged with reproach.

"I thought we were going to decide who took him first by having a match!" Morrigan growled, her hand flaring blue, ready to strike.

Luka's face drained of color, his eyes darting between the furious succubi and Alma Elma, his heart pounding as he clutched the towel tighter around his waist. "Uh… what's going on?" he stammered, his voice cracking as he tried to wriggle free, though her arm held him fast. "You didn't mention anything about a match!"

"Because they didn't mention it," Alma Elma giggled. 

"We did!" Morrigan growled. "Now release him!"

"Yeah," Succubus-chan huffed, crossing her arms with an exaggerated pout. "I know I didn't have much of a shot, but this is still unfair!"

"Yeah! Unfair!" Rami added with her arms raised.

"Well, that's unexpected…" the Queen of Succubi muttered, her frown deepening as her carefully laid plan unraveled. She cast a swift glance behind her, a smirk tugging at her lips as an idea sparked. "All right, Luka, hang on tight."

"W-What?" Luka stammered, his voice pitching up as she tightened her grip around him and leapt backward in one fluid motion. His body jolted from the sudden force, his breath catching as he heard the rustle of her wings unfurling, a rush of cold night air brushing against his skin.

"Hey!" Astaroth's voice rang out from the other side, sharp with alarm. "Don't do that! He must stay inside!"

"Lukanapping! Stop the Lukanapping!" Rami yelped, her words tumbling out in a frantic bark as she flapped her wings, hopping in place.

But Alma Elma paid no heed, and they soared into the night sky, the wind tearing at them as their towels slipped free, fluttering away into the darkness below, leaving them stark naked against the chill of the open air.

Luka yelped, his arms flailing briefly before wrapping around her shoulders, clinging to her as the ground fell away beneath them, the cool night breeze biting at his exposed skin. "Are you crazy?!" he shouted, his voice nearly lost in the rush of wind, his heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat. "We're naked—and flying!"

"Relax, Luka!" she called back, her crimson eyes glinting with exhilaration as she glanced at him over her shoulder. "No one's catching us up here… and you've got me to keep you warm!"

Luka pressed himself tighter against her, his face buried in the crook of her neck as the cold air whipped around them, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "This isn't warm!" he protested, his voice muffled against her skin as he shivered, though her body heat offered a faint shield against the chill. "This is insane—what are you even doing?!"

"Saving you from a boring debate," she replied, her tone brimming with amusement as she adjusted her grip, her tail curling around his waist to secure him further. "And giving us a little privacy for our session."

"Privacy?!" he sputtered, lifting his head just enough to glare at her, his hair plastered across his forehead by the wind. "We're flying naked! If someone passes by—!"

"Hush already…" she winced, her ears twitching as his shrill tone grated against them. "I decided to eat your penis tonight, and I'm not going back down."

"We're out of the house!" Luka's face blanched, his voice pitching higher as panic seized him. "D-Don't tell me you plan on—"

"I wonder…♪" she giggled. "If you made the right choice, you will be okay. Otherwise…"

"DON'T JOKE AROUND WITH MY LIFE ON THE LINE!" 

"Oh, Luka," she purred, her tone dripping with mock sympathy as she leveled out their flight, the icy gusts easing slightly. "You're so dramatic… it's adorable…♪"

"Adorable?!" he snapped, his voice trembling as he dared to peek down at the darkened expanse below, the distant lights blurring into a dizzying haze. "You're threatening to—to eat me, and we're a mile up! This isn't funny!"

Her tail tightened playfully around his waist. "Who said I was joking?" she teased, her voice a low, sultry hum that sent a fresh shiver down his spine—though whether from fear or something else, he couldn't tell. "But don't worry… I'm a gentle eater. You might even enjoy it."

Luka groaned, his face dropping back against her shoulder as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Ah… And here I was trusting you…" he muttered. "I'm afraid of heights too…"

This can't be happening, he thought, his heart pounding in his chest. I'm a mile up in the air with a woman who can eat me, and I'm aroused!

"Come here," she said softly, her tone shifting as she twisted mid-air, her body hovering effortlessly. She scooped Luka into her arms, pulling him tightly against her chest, his head cradled close as her wings steadied their position, the night air still swirling around them but her warmth enveloping him like a shield.

Luka's breath hitched, his body stiffening for a moment before he melted into her hold, the steady beat of her wings and the press of her arms calming the frantic thudding of his heart. "This… doesn't fix the height thing," he mumbled, his voice muffled against her as he kept his eyes shut, though the edge of panic in his tone had dulled slightly.

Her tail loosened its grip to rest lightly around his legs. "Maybe not," she murmured, her voice softer now, laced with a hint of genuine care beneath the teasing. "But it's a start… just focus on me, okay? I've got you."

Even amidst the terror of the altitude, he felt a stirring heat as his erection began to grow, the intoxicating sensation of her embrace overwhelming his senses. "I'm sorry, it will be quite the first time for you," she chuckled, adjusting her position so his hardening length slid down slowly against her. "Hold on tight—I don't want you to fall."

His eyes blinked wide with fear. "A-Are you seriously going to sex me mid-air?! Are you insane?"

"Shh," she soothed, her tone softening as she drew his head deeper into the warmth of her bosom, her arms cradling him with a gentle firmness. "Just look at the lights below, and let me handle it." Her voice was a calming whisper against the roar of the wind, her wings beating steadily to keep them aloft.

With one fluid motion, his member slid further down, brushing against her until it met her wet slit, eager to devour it.

Luka's breath hitched sharply, his body tensing as a jolt of sensation shot through him, his hands wrapped her around tightening further. "W-Wait—!" he gasped, his voice muffled against her chest. 

"Relax," she murmured, her lips brushing his ear as she held him steady, her tail curling lightly around his legs to anchor him further. "You're safe with me… just let go." Her voice was a sultry lull, coaxing him past the edge of fear as she shifted again, guiding him slowly inside her.

A fleshpot of pleasure, warm and tight, engulfed him, the slick walls clenching around his shaft in a massaging embrace. 

Once more, he couldn't resist. His arousal was only heightened by his fear, his hips buckled and he came inside her, his body shuddering under her touch.

"Ufufu…♪ That's it…" Alma Elma whispered, feeling his hot seed pouring inside her. "Just focus on me, Luka." She licked her lips slowly, her mouth watering as her inner muscles clenched and released, milking him as she tasted the young man's semen with her pussy. "I can see why Saki wants you for herself," she giggled. "You're a delicious little treat…♪"

Luka let out a muffled ground as his body instinctively bucked again, his tongue flicking out to her breasts. She shifted her body again, her inner walls massaging his member, forcing another spurt. "Oops…♪," she giggled, feeling his body shiver again. "You're a quick trigger."

"I can't… hold back…" he whispered, shame filling his words as his body convulsed and his hips jerked uncontrollably.

"Don't worry about it," she cooed, her wings adjusting to keep them both steady as she began moving. "It's not so scary now, is it?" she whispered in his ears, as she worked him. 

"Ah… ah…" but Luka could now only moan in pleasure as she began moving slowly and taking him deeper. 

"Hey, Luka…" she murmured, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear as she maintained her hypnotic pace. "I knew how impish you were before we even met. That little naughty side you hide beneath that stern exterior…♪"

His breath hitched, a mix of embarrassment and desire flooding his mind. "Y-you… knew?" he managed to stammer, his voice barely audible over the sound of his gasps.

"Mhm," she hummed, coaxing another spurt from him. "You're kind and hard-working, a bit grumpy… It's always no-nonsense that sometimes it's a bit boring… But you like this, don't you? The thrill of adventure, the fear of something new."

Luka's hands loosened their grip as he felt his strength fade under her lullaby. "I… I don't know—" he started, but the words caught in his throat as she shifted again, her inner walls tightening in a way that sent a jolt of pleasure straight through him, scattering his thoughts like leaves in the wind.

"Shh," she cooed, her lips brushing against his temple as she cradled him closer, her wings beating steadily to hold them aloft. "No need to overthink it, Luka. You wanted me to do this for a while, didn't you? Just enjoy the moment."

His body trembled in her grasp, the mix of fear and ecstasy a cocktail he couldn't resist. "Alma…" he breathed, the name slipped from his lips like a confession for more.

"That's it," she murmured in satisfaction as she felt him tense again, another release building within him. "Good boy… Let me take all of your pent-up frustration so that you have a clear head for what's ahead."

Luka's moans grew softer but no less desperate, his body surrendering completely to her control as waves of pleasure crashed over him, each one stripping away another layer of his defenses.

She milked him over and over, her touch imbued with a gentleness he'd come to recognize as uniquely hers—a careful balance of intensity and care that left him trembling but safe in her arms. The relentless rhythm gradually slowed, her movements becoming languid as his energy waned, his breaths growing heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction.

Eventually, the whirlwind of sensations ebbed, and Luka's body relaxed entirely, his head resting against her chest as his breathing steadied into the slow, even cadence of sleep.

"Ufufu…♪" she chuckled softly so as to not bother him while her fingers idly combed through his hair. Cradling him securely in her arms, she began a slow descent through the night sky. After several minutes, she landed near the house, her movements silent as she ensured no one was around to interrupt the moment.

With a flick of her tail, she slipped into his room through the open window, her movement as silent as the night itself. The house remained quiet—undoubtedly, the others were still scouring the grounds for them, unaware they had already returned.

She laid him down with care, his body sinking into the softness of the bed. Then, without hesitation, she slipped in beside him, folding her wings around them both in a protective embrace.

Her lips curled into a satisfied smile as she pressed closer, resting her chin lightly atop his head.

"Ah…" Alma Elma exhaled slowly, a deep, satisfied breath. "Truly, the way to a succubus's heart is through her stomach…" she murmured with a chuckle, the lingering taste of him still on her lips.

Her gaze flickered around his dimly lit room. The glow from his powered-down computer cast faint outlines across the walls, and her eyes eventually settled on the narrow closet tucked near the corner.

She smirked.

Oh, she knew what was in there.

She had found it the other day—his little collection.

Her fingers traced lazy circles over his bare shoulder as she whispered, "I bet you never thought your favorite imaginary devils would come to bother you one day…"

Her grin widened as she glanced down at him, completely oblivious in his deep slumber.

"You sure did have some naughty books, didn't you, Luka?"

Nestled beside him, Alma Elma let her thoughts drift, idly playing with the strands of his hair as the silence of the night enveloped them.

She could stay like this a little longer. His warmth against her, the steady rhythm of his breathing—it was nice. Comfortable, even.

But deep down, his name reminded him of the young hero she traveled with. 

Her fingers stilled.

"But I have to go back…" she whispered softly. "I can't stay here, and neither can those sisters."

It's too bad I won't be able to play with him longer…

She leaned in, pressing the faintest kiss against his forehead. 

The night was still young, but Alma Elma knew—

Her time with him was running out.