After meeting with the Bishop and hero, he sent them both to a small annexe to rest, then closed his throne off to enjoy some fun with Erina.
Erina lay over Leonhardt's lap, her body flushed and quivering as his fingers caressed her thighs, still coated in her dense honey—the wet streaks of her viscous sap soaked the carpet beneath his throne.
"You did better today, Erina."
"Haa.....rearlly..?" Her dazed voice was barely a whisper, and she rolled her words.
Leonhardt didn't intend to keep going after the dark elementals' mana spread evenly between them both. He wanted to keep a sort of balance—he tried to avoid devouring too much of one elemental's mana.
"Nn~" She closed her eyes and let her body relax.
Dark magic flickered between her crotch and around her chest as her succubus attire cleansed and wrapped her body.
A sudden chill tickled his spine, and Leonhardt turned to the left.
The curtains leading to his private room swayed slightly, but only a breeze remained.
