"Do you need anything, dear Azariel?" Beatrice asked me as she slowly shifted the position of her crossed legs, teasingly letting me catch a glimpse of the beautiful, dark pink vagina under her sheer gown.
'Damn, she's hot,' I thought. She looked like a fucking horny queen.
"Well, if you are so kind, there is one thing," I said, licking my lips as my gaze returned to her face.
"Ask, and it will be given," she said with a warm smile.
"To evolve further, I need 'The Womb Crest, '" I said, my amber eyes never leaving her face. "Eva told me that I could get one as a reward for successfully completing the first contract."
"Hmm... Well, you're correct, Aza. If you want the Womb Crest, then it must be earned," Beatrice replied, her smile growing wider. "I can get you a temporary contract, but it would take some time."
"Meaning?" I tilted my head, crossing my arms as my tail slowly circled around my waist.
"All the contracts that I have in my possession right now are for lesser demons," she explained, her smile never leaving her face. "We royal succubi require a special contract to awaken the Womb Crest."
'I see... so the Womb Crest is not something you can easily acquire,' I thought as my amber eyes drifted a little down to her legs and between them.
"How long will it take you to acquire a higher demon contract?"
"Hmm... It depends on how fast I acquire the materials since I need to craft the contract myself," she said, standing up from her throne.
"Craft the contract?" I asked, tilting my head slightly, trying to understand what she was talking about.
"Yes... Only a royal succubus could craft those contracts," she replied as she walked slowly towards me.
"What will be the cost of that contract?"
"Nothing..." she replied, stopping in front of me.
"Nothing? But how is that possible? What you are trying to say is that you'll just give it to me?"
"Yes, because we're family now," she said, her hand reaching for my face, cupping my chin. She spoke with a sly smile. "Since you bonded with my daughter, you are now part of our family."
She moved her face closer to mine until our lips were so close that they were brushing one another. She slowly parted them, licking my lips with her soft tongue, and before I knew it, she was inside my mouth. Our tongues danced together as she deepened the kiss.
'Damn! This woman is so amazing!'
I instinctively moved my hand to cup her ass, squeezing it tightly, making her moan as our kiss became more and more heated. However, to my surprise, she broke the kiss, her red lips shining with saliva. She looked at me with her red eyes filled with lust and desire.
"Mmm... You stink like cum~" she said with a hungry look in her eyes. "Why don't we take a nice hot bath together and clean you up~?"
"Sure~" I purred, unable to form words as my lust for this woman grew inside me.
She took my hand and pulled me away from the throne and towards the end of the chamber. I could see a pair of huge onyx doors as she walked up to them, placing her hand over one of them. The doors creaked open, and the room behind them looked like a luxury bathroom.
Beatrice looked at me as I stood there dumbfounded, taking everything in. There was a huge bathtub, filled with water, and little candles floating inside it. There was a large shower in the corner of the room that was made from onyx and black marble. And finally, the entire back wall was covered with the same black marble countertops that were full of various oils, shampoo, and other things that were used to clean the body.
"Hey, is this really hell?..." I asked her, feeling kind of impressed by all the luxury. "How did you manage to build all of this?"
I was genuinely surprised by all of this. A bath with candles? This place was better than the kingdom's palace in my old world.
"Hehehe~" She chuckled, and there was a certain smugness in her tone. "Standing at the top has its benefits. Besides, I have my own little network."
Snap!
With one snap of her fingers, her clothes melted away in a crimson mist, leaving me standing in a room with the most beautiful naked woman I had ever seen.
She was perfect, flawless. Skin pale as snow, massive breasts that rivaled my own. They looked soft, plump, and completely bare of any imperfections. Her dark nipples stood out proudly against her pale skin, and I found myself staring at them.
"Ara~... Do you like what you see, Azariel?" she asked, running her fingers down her body. "Are you turned on, my dear?"
"Y-yes!" I said without thinking, my eyes glued to her body. I couldn't even move as she approached me, running her fingers across my arm, giving me goosebumps.
"Mmm... I can see that~" Her fingers trailed up my neck, touching my lips, running over my sharp fangs before finally coming to rest on my cheek. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you~"
"Mmm..."
Her hand traveled back down my body, skimming along my collarbone, her soft fingertips just barely brushing the edge of my sensitive wings. And before I knew it, she stripped me of my micro-bikini, leaving me as naked as her.
Well... to be fair, it wasn't that much of a difference; that piece of cloth did almost nothing to cover my body, and it didn't leave much to the imagination.
"Let's get you clean, my dear," she said, taking my hand and guiding me towards the bathtub.
The warm water engulfed me when I stepped inside, soothing my muscles. The candles in the water illuminated my red skin, giving it a soft glow that made it look like I was on fire.
"You can relax there for a while, dear," she said as she took a seat on the edge of the bathtub. Her legs were spread just enough that I got a perfect view of her pussy and her cute little asshole.
'Fuck'
I sank down into the water, letting the heat seep into my bones, a blissful counterpoint to the chilling dominance I'd just witnessed. The scent of roses and whatever exotic oil Beatrice used was intoxicating. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to process the whiplash of emotions, shock at Eva's punishment—she deserved it by the way—lust for the mature succubus sitting before me, and the dizzying implication of being "part of the family."
When I opened my eyes, Beatrice was still on the edge of the tub, her gaze an intimate, unwavering probe. She hadn't moved; she didn't need to. Her very presence filled the room, a stunning figure of fluid grace and impossible power.
"Is the temperature to your liking, Azariel?" she purred, her voice a low, melodic vibration that made the water around me feel like silk.
"It's… perfect, Mother Beatrice," I replied, managing to keep my voice steady despite the way my eyes kept drifting down her perfect, unblemished body. It was a masterpiece of pale flesh and dark intent.
It was too much for me.
"!!!" Our eyes met and she smiled—that knowing, ancient smile that suggested she could see every thought running through my head.
Beatrice didn't say anything; she simply slid into the water, settling into the space in front of me, our breasts rubbing against one another.
I froze again, caught off-guard by the softness of her skin and the warmth of her body, and she gave me an amused look.
"Are you trying to tease me?" I asked, glaring at her.
"Hehehe... " She chuckled softly as her hand slowly reached down, cupping my right breast and running her thumb across my nipple. "I'm just returning the favor~"
"Ugh..." I moaned, letting my eyes drift shut as her finger ran over my sensitive bud, teasing and pinching it.
"Mmm..." she cooed, running her nails along my sensitive wings. "It seems you're enjoying it~"
"S-sorry," I muttered, unable to meet her eyes.
She moved closer, her body pressed up against me, breasts rubbing against mine. Her soft breath blew in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Don't be, Azariel." She murmured, her fingers moving down, brushing along my stomach, coming to rest on the top of my vulva. "Just enjoy it. Relax."
I shivered as she touched me, spreading my legs to make room for her hand. Then I sensed something hard poking me.
'Oh shit!... Is that?!'
Beatrice looked at me with a soft, almost apologetic expression.
"I'm going to need you to trust me," she said, leaning in close enough for our lips to brush. "Can you do that, dear Azariel?"
"I-I..."
I bit my tongue before I could give her the answer that was on the tip of it. I felt like I was trapped, unable to look away from the burning crimson of her eyes. The air felt charged, a low hum that came from her very core, an unmistakable presence of something that was both familiar and terrifyingly foreign.
Beatrice waited, watching me, letting her presence seep into the very air itself. I shivered as it flowed into me, filling me with power and longing.
"I'll be gentle," she whispered, leaning in and stealing a soft kiss.
It was like her very essence passed into me, every part of me buzzing with life. Her tongue slipped past my lips, sliding against mine, and I melted. It felt like a prayer, a desperate plea, something sacred that needed to be savored and cherished.
"Do it," I whispered, spreading my legs as wide as I could in the bathtub, my arousal making the water feel slick and cool against my thighs.
She didn't hesitate. Beatrice plunged her cock inside me without any warning. I jerked in surprise, but her hand moved to my hip, keeping me steady, pinning me to the edge of the tub as she slowly pushed her way inside, inch by inch.
"Mmm..." she purred, "I was right, you're tight~"
"Ahhh~...Fuck."
The sensation was overwhelming. I was tight, yes, but more than that, I was open—open to her power, her authority, and her sheer, magnificent size. Her eyes were still locked on mine, but the look of predatory lust had softened into something deeper, more intimate.
"Relax, dear Azariel," she murmured, her voice husky with her own rising pleasure. She kept her pace excruciatingly slow, a deliberate, agonizing tease that proved her control was absolute.
"We're family now, and family takes care of each other."