The sex proceeded as you might imagine.
We fucked, we drank, we fucked and ate each other, and fucked again. The only downside was the duration.
Hours instead of days.
Eva said that it was her mother's orders. Beatrice warned her that if she took more than 24 hours to report back to her, then her punishment would be doubled. So here we are now, 17 hours after our little 'wedding'. We fucked, and fucked, oh did I say fuck already? Well, we did.
Actually, I was the one who did most of the fucking. Eva only penetrated me with her tail. In her words, she said that her mother's punishment would definitely be a deprivation of vagina sex for a week or two, so Eva was trying to 'stock' lust and cum inside her as much as possible.
We are both exhausted. I don't even have the strength to stand up, much less to get up. So we just lay there, on the bed, watching the candlelight dance between our wings. It was so nice, so calming. It felt like we were in our own little world.
"You're so pretty,"
I said to Eva, looking at her through half-lidded eyes. She was lying on my chest, her cheek resting over my heart, and her tail lightly curled around my cock, gently stroking. Her purple hair was messy, her cheeks were a little flushed, and I couldn't help but think she was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in this life.
I leaned down, slowly placing my lips on hers. They were warm and soft and just as sweet as I remembered them to be.
'Damn, I love her already.'
She kissed me back with equal passion, and her fingers slowly crawled up the side of my neck to cup my cheek. I was surprised how soft they were, considering that she used them as weapons against the infected humans before.
I pulled away, our lips making a soft sound as they parted, and my thumb slowly brushed her bottom lip.
"I love you," I said, looking right into her purple eyes.
"I love you too," she replied, and I couldn't help but feel giddy like a kid.
"You know..." Eva suddenly said, breaking the silence. "I never thought that you'd agree to marry me."
"What makes you say that?" I asked as she continued.
"Well, the fact that you act totally different from a normal succubus," she replied. "I mean, yes, you're a little... um, how do I say this nicely? Um, yeah, you give me the impression that you're pretending to be a succubus."
"..."
'Shit!... why is she so smart all of a sudden?'
My heart skipped a beat at her words, and I couldn't help but ask myself, What would happen if my identity got exposed? This little purple brat has earned a place in my heart, but I'm not ready yet to share my secrets with her.
I can't just say,
"Hey, Eva. You know what? I was a human male before I came here. I deflowered a goddess, devoured her, died, and got reborn as the Nephalem of Lust — half angel, half demon — and right now, I'm just using my succubus form."
Yeah.
I'm pretty sure that'll go extremely well.
"Well, I'm not exactly a normal succubus," I replied, trying to shift the topic and focus on the lie I said before. "I lost my memories, remember? Maybe that's why I act differently."
"Maybe?" Eva tilted her head, her expression thoughtful rather than suspicious. "But it's strange. You feel… heavier somehow. Like there's something ancient in you, it's not bad—it's just… different."
"Hehehe," I forced a chuckle, running my hand through her hair to hide the unease curling in my gut. "You're overthinking it. Just be happy that you got a royal succubus as your wife."
"Oh... yeah, I'm so fucking happy," she replied softly, planting a kiss on my chest. Her tail never stopped stroking my cock.
"..."
The silence that followed wasn't uncomfortable. It hung between us like a warm blanket. For the first time in a long while, I didn't feel the need to fill it with pointless words. Just lying there beside her was enough.
Still, her words stuck with me. Different. Ancient. She wasn't wrong. No matter how deep I buried it, the truth will find its way out. I didn't know how, or when, or where, but eventually, it would happen.
"Hmm?" I cast one quick look toward Umbra, seeing that the big, fluffy panther was asleep in the corner of the room. My eyes slowly began to close, and before long, I was asleep too.
...
Knock! Knock!
The sound came sharp, echoing faintly through the quiet room.
Eva stirred first, her tail tightening reflexively around my rod before lazily uncurling. Her violet eyes blinked open, heavy with sleep and afterglow.
"Mmm… who the hell…?" she murmured, pressing her cheek harder against my chest.
"Probably Beatrice," I groaned. My voice came out rough—half from exhaustion, half from the lack of water after… everything. "Didn't you say you had to report back within twenty-four hours?"
"Yeah," Eva sighed, rubbing her eyes with one hand while her tail brushed my thigh again, teasing even now. "But I was kinda hoping she forgot."
Knock! Knock! Knock!
This time it was harder, more impatient. Whoever it was, they weren't leaving.
"Yes," she groaned in aggravation, not liking the fact that someone dared to interrupt her peaceful time with me.
"Eva... It's me, Nala," called a voice from behind the door.
'Nala... Nala... Nala?' I thought, trying to remember if I had ever heard that name before. 'Oh right, the cowgirl.'
"Coming~" Eva's mood shifted instantly when she knew who it was. She quickly stood up from the bed and, with a single flap of her wings, landed gracefully next to the door. She then opened the door, unlocking it.
"Good morning, girls!" Nala flashed a warm smile as she entered the room, pulling behind her what seemed like a food cart filled with bread and four wooden mugs.
"What took you so long? We were waiting for you to bring us food," Eva said, acting like a spoiled brat.
"Oh dear..." Nala faked an empathetic look as she began to place the food on the table before turning to Eva and smacking her on the head.
"Oww! What was that for?!" Eva pouted, her purple hair poofed out in all directions.
"Stop acting like a little bitch, you brat!" Nala chided her. "I'm sure you are aware of Mother Beatrice's orders. You two didn't have much time, so eat your food, take a shower, put on some clean clothes, and head straight to her, got it?!"
"Ugh... alright," Eva groaned, not happy at all, but she followed her friend's instructions nonetheless.
"Thank you, Nala," I said with a small smile.
"Don't sweat it," she winked. "I love seeing my little sister happy. Oh, I also brought you this."
Nala reached into the cart and took one of the mugs, handing it to me.
"This is my special shake; it's full of all kinds of nutrients. You'll be happy with it, I promise."
"Oh~... Nala's special shake!" Eva suddenly exclaimed, turning to the cowgirl and flashing those puppy eyes. "You brought me some, too?"
"No," Nala deadpanned, "I'm still mad at you."
"WAAAAAAH!" Eva pouted and tried to get her friend to give her a mug, but the cowgirl moved it out of the way. Then, turning to me, she said,
"Azariel, honey... drink this shake before someone tries to steal it from you."
Eva felt hurt by her words and kept trying to convince her friend to give her a mug, but the cowgirl firmly refused.
I kept staring at the two, mostly Nala, taking in her appearance. She was tall, a couple of inches taller than Eva. She had brown hair that came to her shoulders, deep brown eyes, full lips, tanned skin, and long lashes that could knock anyone off their feet. She wore a leather bra that did nothing to hide her massive chest. Her hips and thighs were full and muscled, ending with hooves that clacked against the ground. Her fur was soft from what I could see and matched her hair.
For some reason, she reminded me of that sweet dessert I ate at that palace party in my old world... what do they call it? Oh, right, chocolate.
Leaving the two friends alone, I gazed down at the mug Nala gave me. It was filled with a white substance that looked a little thick, a little slimy, and a whole lot like jelly.
'Ok, Azariel, you can do this. It's just milk.'
I took a deep breath and brought the mug to my lips. The liquid was thick, but it wasn't exactly bad. The flavor was sweet, almost sickly, but it tasted like berries or fruit of some sort.
"Hmm?" In the corner of my eye, I saw Nala staring intently at me. Her cheeks were red, and she was breathing hard like she was nervous.
"Something wrong, Nala?" I asked.
"No, no! Nothing at all!" she quickly said, shaking her head. "Don't stop, dear Azariel, finish your shake."
'Is she afraid of me?' I thought to myself.
"I-I see... then I will," I continued, drinking my 'shake' until the last drop was finished.
"Thank you, Nala, the shake was amazing," I said, putting down the empty mug. "I feel great!"
"I told you, Azariel! I told you you'd like my shake!" Nala said as I placed the mug back on the table. "Now hurry up! Both of you! Take a shower and go to Mother Beatrice!"
"Yes, Mom!" Eva said, dragging her ass to the shower.
"Oh~... Azariel," Nala called my name, making me stop and turn my head in her direction.
"Yes, Nala?"
"You have something on your face." She approached me slowly, and with her thumb, she slowly traced my lips, collecting the shake. "There."
"!!!" I was stunned when she pushed her thumb into my mouth, and I immediately started to lick it, savoring her sweet taste.
"Never waste food, dear~" Nala's breath hitched as she watched me. "And if you need more shakes, just come to me. I have a whole bunch of them."
"I... I will.... Thanks."