Chapter 32: Corruption and Rebirth 1
Holding Patricia's hand, he returned home to "Muma's Cradle".
He was quite torn about where to clean Patricia, who was soiled with sewage, sweat, and run-down makeup. She was in a state of mental breakdown, so he knew he had to give her as much pleasure as possible in her body to ease her mental pain.
Bathing her with water in the back alley there would just plain abuse.
If possible, he wanted to take her to the bathhouse where he had taken Melvina and Gwendolyn, but there was a possibility of an uproar if her face was seen with her makeup off.
For now, he still wanted to keep her presence a secret, so the bathhouse is not an option.
Then, the only place left was the "Muma's Cradle" while Melvina was away.
It is not as luxurious as the bathhouse―― or rather, it is quite poor, but he will use the hot water to wash her body as clean as possible. So that she could forget everything. That she would become dependent on Christo she would never be able to go back to the way she was before.
Patricia pulled her hood over her eyes and walked like a broken doll with Christo's hand. But when they came to the "Muma's Cradle", she finally looked up and stopped.
"N-no. This is your love nest. What are you thinking, bringing a young woman here in the middle of the night?"
"I'm thinking of washing your body, and then making love to you in a very messy way."
"Y-you think you're allowed to do that even though Mel is not here?"
Patricia resists, but her voice is weak.
Her body has just mutated into a succubus.
If so, it is probably time for her body to be attacked by an uncontrollable thirst.
As Christo had experienced when he was a child, an incubus sometimes helplessly longs for the skin of the opposite sex. At first, the craving comes as an unbearable craving, and when it is satisfied, the dissatisfaction is resolved.
As the cycle of frustration and dissolution repeats itself, the incubus learns how to manipulate his desires.
Patricia will be wanting a man regularly for some time.
It is Christo's job to take care of her, the man who turned her into a succubus.
He will not let any other man touch her.
He will engrave into her the pleasure of demonic s*xual activity with the devil Belial so that she feels no frustration.
"According to the values of the Holy Tree Religion, maybe not. But the Hero of Light is doing it."
"Are you trying to make me your second wife?"
"The secret first wife."
"What is this person saying?"
“Hahaha, Melvina often says the same thing.”
"Yeah..."
"Here, let's go in. Don't worry, the owner of this inn is tucked away in her house anyway. Take off your boots at the entrance. Your shoes are dirty from the sewers. Melvina will scold you later, and since the first floor is a tavern and our kitchen, there will be a hygiene problem.”
"Ah, wait!"
He hugged Patricia, who was resisting.
Patricia's shoulders flinched and she squirmed weakly in Christo's chest, but relaxed when he hugged her even tighter.
In return, her breath suddenly becomes hot and wet.
"...Right now, my body is strange."
"I know. It's probably because you've mutated into a succubus. It's a thirst that comes regularly for a while. It varies from person to person, but after a few times, your body will learn to change its own body tissue to resemble the light race, and finally, you will be able to suppress your desires completely.”
"If I walk into the room now!"
Patricia's hand grabs Christo's shirt.
She looked Christo squarely in the face―― her cheeks flushed bright red, and she turned her gaze away.
"...It will be unfaithful to Mel..."
"It's not unfaithful. This is a necessary activity. If you don't eat, you will go insane, metaphorically or not. Worst case scenario, you'll suffer serious brain damage."
“…...I see. So that's a succubus."
"Use me. Or rather, don't use anyone other than me. From now on, you're my woman."
"But."
"Patricia, I'm the incubus king."
Christo looked into the red-haired girl's face and smiled. "While I love Melvina, I will also love you with all my might."
“…………”
Patricia's eyes became sullen.
Her legs, wrapped in her long skirt, rubbed together as if trying to hold something back.
"You'll come up to my room, right?"
"...I don't know. It's Christo's fault."
"Yeah, it's my fault."
"......! It's your fault, but it's my fault too! Please correct me on that!"
“I like that kind of trouble, Patricia.”
"I really don't know what will happen... if that's okay with you."
"Good. Come in."
He whispered in her ear.
Patricia turned as red as her hair and nodded her head.
× × ×
There are two buckets in Christo's room.
One is a large bucket for soaking in hot water.
The other is a shallow-bottomed bucket that you climb into to wash.
Patricia, who had taken off her dirty clothes, entered the shallow bucket and crouched down.
The bucket is wide, so it's okay to stretch out, but she only occupied about a third of it.
"I'll wash you."
“…………”
He wipes her body with a cloth soaked in hot water.
He soaked her face with plenty of hot water and applied light pressure behind her ears and under her neck.
Christo uncovers the front of his shirt and pulls her shoulder to lean on.
"......"
Patricia stiffens for a moment, but relaxes quickly as he slowly wipes her face, rubs behind her ears, and rubs her neck. Raising her arms, he wet her armpits with hot water.
Human skin on her back.
The temperature in the room is quite warm due to the large bucket filled with hot water next to it.
Patricia didn't get cold, and sometimes let out a sigh of relief as Christo gently wipes her face and neck area.
He pours hot water on her large breasts.
Her breasts had clearly regained more tension and freshness than when he held them last night.
It was probably due to the fact that she had been reborn as a virgin, but it was probably more due to the fact that she had been mutated into a succubus by Christo's blood. Her twin hills, glistening wetly in the blurry lamp light, looked like they had been coated in oil and were poisonous to the eye.
At the top of her breast was a nipple whose color was paler than last night.
It was a nipple that had not yet been breastfed.
Patricia's areola was slightly darker in color and larger in area than Melvina's.
The nipples were also larger and seemed easier to touch.
He slid the cloth down her breasts to her belly, where he could feel the well-trained muscles beneath the fat.
And.
"Ah."
A thick bush of pubic hair.
It grew extensively on her lower abdomen, covering the girl's skin around her secret area.
Patricia closes her knees.
But when he put his hand between her thighs, she loosened the tightness.
He poured plenty of hot water and carefully washed her pussy with the hot water.
"――――"
"...Fuu... nhh..."
A faint sigh.
Patricia's pussy was soaked with the love juices that had flooded it.
The pubic hairs contain a lot of viscous liquid, and the clitoris is erect.
The inside of her cleft was even more soggy, burning to the point that she thought she might have a high fever. He pulled his finger out of the cloth and slowly traced her slutty cleft with his fingertip.
"Ah."
Patricia curled up and looked down at her crotch.
As he scooped up the nectarous fluid that was pudding out of her secret hole and smeared it on her clitoris, Patricia said in a muffled voice, "N-no, please don't".
"Your legs, they're beautiful."
"......Because they are too muscular. The girls in the royal capital have more generally softer-looking legs. Mine are kind of skinny, too."
"They're like wild deer legs. And yet, have feminine fat on them. It's the fat that is stored because muscles alone don't have enough endurance. They are the legs of a warrior woman. They are beautiful."
"T-that kind of thing."
“I think women in the capital wear corsets too tight. Of course, I understand that others like plump women, but I like Patricia's beautiful curves.”
"――――. Is this how you hit on Mel, too?"
"No way. It's just you. I only hit on you like this."
"I don't believe it."
"I'm going to put soap on you."
He lathered the soap in a small bucket.
The soap is alchemically made from roses.
It is a very expensive soap, commonly used in the "Night Empire" according to the merchant who purchased it.
He washes her sewer-stained body, inhaling the good smell.
Behind the ears and on the nape of the neck.
"Nhh."
Massaging her neck well.
Fill the shoulder area with white foam.
Up her arms and armpits.
After washing her armpits, next, her breasts.
He lifted up the heavy twin hills from below.
He rubbed the lower part with a rustling wet-nubby motion, and carefully scraped off the sweat in the cleavage with his fingertips.
Patricia let out a small exhale every time his hands passed over her nipples.
"Nn... fu――u."
He strokes his foam-covered fingers around the nipple.
He flicked her erect nipples.
Patricia rubbed her thighs together and let out a little squeal.
"J-just my breasts..."
Patricia put the back of her hand over her mouth and murmured as he washed her breast's lower parts again and gently rolled her nipples. But she didn't try to stop it at all, it must have been because it felt so good.
He slid his hand from her breast's lower part, around her ribs, her belly, and her navel, in that order.
He was no longer using the cloth.
If he ran out of lather, he would add more and use the palm of his hand to apply it to her skin.
He lets the girl's skin memorize the feel of his skin directly on hers.
For a moment, remembering the touch of his hand and the feeling of his crawling fingers, her body is flushed.
"Ah, nhh, nnh."
Patricia's body bounces, as if her senses had been heightened by the stroking around her waist.
The soapy water in the bottom of the bucket made a splashing sound.
Carefully wash around the waist, buttocks, and between the buttocks and thighs.
“Nkuh, fu――nhh, haa… kufuu…”
He does not touch any of the sensitive parts.
However, as he rubbed, wetted, or shuffled the skin of her lower abdomen, where her hips, buttocks, and uterus would be, Patricia's breathing became even more ragged.
Her thighs were straining and closing tightly together.
When he rubbed her womb with light pressure, she let out a high-pitched "ahhh" and shuddered.
Twitch*, twitch*. Patricia's waist twitches.
A sweet smell rises from her crotch, and strength drains from Patricia's entire body.
The girl, her back resting on his chest, her fleshy lips half open, was breathing shallowly and repeatedly.
"Does it feel good?"
"...I don't know."
"That way of speaking sounds like Melvina."
"Please don't talk about that girl..."
Patricia had a look of guilt on her face.
However, she seemed unable to resist the pleasure, and felt his arms reach between her legs and spread loosely.
"――――"
From the lower belly area, he finally went to the secret area.
Patricia covers her mouth with the back of her hand.
Melvina was biting her fingers, but Patricia seems to be the kind of woman who will stifle her voice with the back of her hand.
One hand washes her breast's lower part.
The other stimulates her crotch, which is richly covered with pubic hair.
He doesn't touch the clitoris.
On the contrary, he does not touch her cleft.
He moves the labia in a squirming motion, bending and stretching the shape of the vagina to give her a languid pleasure. The scent of rose soap mixed with the distinctive scent of melted lipid.
It smelled like dried bed sheets, and it was the odor of Patricia's waste.
More rose soap lather is added, filling her loins with white foam.
He rubbed her labia with his fingertips, but occasionally the palm of his hand or the tip of his finger would touch her clitoris, causing Patricia to jerk each time.
Her pouty lips were completely open, staring at the ceiling and repeatedly breathing through her mouth.
The back of her hand had also shifted out of position.
"Does that feel good?"
He pinched her clitoris between his fingers.
The smaller thing was buried between his fingers.
It is hard and erect.
"Nhh, nnnhhhh."
"I won't know unless you tell me."
"I-it feels good."
"I don't hate an honest girl."
"Aaahhhh."
He reached his finger to the anus and plunged it shallowly into the opening, where it squeezes in tandem with her vagina.
The greasy area soon lost its lipid and began to feel smooth and slippery.
Patricia tightened her thighs and tucked her arms, but the soapy lather made them slick and just felt good. As he was eating her ear and cleaning her breast, her secret area, and her anus, Patricia suddenly began to exhale violently and quickly arched her back.
"Ahh."
The back of her head hit his chest.
Patricia stiffened, her toes strained.
Contrary to her long, slender legs, which were rigid, he felt her hole twitch and open and close hungrily in his palm. Her anus was biting his fingertip sweetly.
"You're cute. Almost as cute as Melvina."
"L-like I said... that girl's name.... nkuh."
Patricia closed her eyes and shook her head.
Then the next time she opened her eyes, the guilt seemed to disappear.
Maybe she had decided to just dismiss it as a succubus's meal.
A succubus cannot maintain its sanity unless it sexually eats the opposite sex.
Even so, eating her sister-in-law's lover is quite unethical, but that's the woman Christo expected. Patricia was devouring the pleasure with a small tongue out against the finger that was tracing her clitoris.
The hand that had been tracing her breast also tweaked her nipples, tweaking the bottom and top at the same time.
"Nhaa, ahh, anhh, nhh, nhh, nnh, aaahhh."
Patricia climaxes again.
This time, she felt her squirt against her crotch.
The thick female fluid was pouring out from her secret hole.
Patricia's breathing slowly calmed down as he traced her secret hole even as she climaxed. Her strength had completely drained from both of her thighs.
"This is amazing... It's the first time I've felt such a pleasure."
"Isn't that so? Vice is pleasure. Refined depravity elevates us to a higher plane of existence. Our ancestors were created to play such a role in this world, after all. The more we fulfill our role, the more strongly the world will benefit from us."
"――――....Mel... if you don't keep it a secret."
"In that sense, you're an accomplice as well."
(Though I do intend to eventually welcome you as my second wife and have you both serve me at the same time.)
He smiles devilishly inwardly.
But on the outside, he pretends to be a gentlemanly devil.
"Shall I wash your hair? I can't bear to see your beautiful hair soiled by dirty water."
× × ×
After that, he washed her hair in the hot water.
After thirty minutes of careful washing, the bubbles were rinsed off and bath time was over.
From the bed, he watches Patricia grimacing as she wipes herself on the cloth on the floor.
Patricia knew that her body was being looked at with lewd eyes, but she didn't complain about anything in particular.
"Christo."
Patricia draped the wet cloth over the edge of the tub, picked up a blanket that was folded on the table, and pulled it over her shoulders.
The light of the lantern gradually distorts.
The red-haired girl with a predatory look on her face walks up to the bed in the darkness.
Her green eyes glowed brightly, her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was deep.
Creak*…… Patricia's white knees poked out of the blankets and dug into the sheets. Her white skin seemed to glow in the darkness.
Standing on her knees, she straddled his legs and slowly opened the blanket from side to side.
Her breasts were white and full.
At the top of her breasts was an erect peach-colored fruit.
Her torso is slender, reminiscent of a wild beast, but she has plenty of fat, and the flesh of her hips and buttocks is particularly plump.
There was a dark red bush on the plain between her legs.
If she shaved all of that bush, there would be an invisible pattern that would manifest itself when she was in a state of arousal.
"Actually... from the first time I saw you."
Patricia slowly sat down on his thigh.
The warm skin touches through the slacks.
The bush between her legs was shaded by the light of the lantern, making it appear dark and dense.
It was as if a darkness was brooding over her groin.
Patricia's green eyes moisten with heat, and slender fingers crawl between the crotch part of his slacks.
"Uooh."
Fingers entwined around the already erect male symbol, fingernails dug shallowly into it, gently scratching around the glans.
"A very, very sexually attractive man, I thought."
"Well, I'm an incubus. A woman would get that impression, to a greater or lesser degree."
"Even now."
Patricia seized the glans of the penis and pushed the tip with her index finger.
He felt a sharp stimulation at the top of the penis, and felt a trickle of pre-cum.
“I can’t help but want to eat you so much that I can’t stand it...... Please forgive me for being such a slutty sister-in-law."
“A young sister-in-law.”
"――――"
Patricia made no reply, but twirled the pre-cum smeared on his slacks around her fingertips, then brought it to her mouth and licked it off.
Soon her hand reached out again, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down at the waist.
Patricia's eyes glistened at the sight of the extremely thick penis.
It was the uncontrollable instinct of a succubus.
She stared intently at her prey and gulped.
Her hips lifted and her sitting position slowly shifted downward.
Eventually, when she reached the top of the sharply ridged manhood.
Squish*――.
The lewd crack opens and rides on the penis.
Patricia sat on it instead of inserting it.
A position that crushed the penis with her lower abdomen.
However, the weight of the woman's body was on the penis, and the trunk was trapped in the lewd cleft.
Now if she moved her hips back and forth, it would take the form of intercrural sex.
Only the glans, dripping with pre-cum, peeked through Patricia's pubic hair.
"Christo."
A sweet voice clearly inviting a man.
Patricia reached down next to his ears and leaned her upper body over, along with the blanket over her shoulders. Then her nipple touched the collarbone, close together and crushed.
Her plump lips, a little thicker than Melvina's, were opened...... and feminine breath touched the tip of his nose. The next moment her head is held up, completely restrained from above, and her lips covered his. A slippery tongue pried open his lips and invaded his mouth.
The smell of the woman's fresh saliva fills his mouth.
"――――"
"........."
Slurp*, squelch*, squelch*――.
The sound of saliva stirring in the mouth is the only sound that rings out.
Her erect clitoris was pressed against the penis, partly because of the wiggling of her hips.
At one point, the clitoris caught on the neck, and Patricia jerked, letting out a long, long, satisfied gasp through her nose. The sound of the girl's raw breathing echoed in his ears.
After some time, the contact in the mouth, a liquid with a thicker Patricia's odor was poured in. Patricia released her lips and whispered in his ear, "Please drink it".
Patricia shuddered as he swallowed as he was told.
The penis that was being pushed down into her slit under the blanket was already sticky with hot nectar.
It was almost as if it was going to blister between Patricia's softly molten chambers.
"Haa, haa, haa... nhh ...haa, haa, haa."
Patricia raises her upper body while breathing hard.
Then the feel of her hole was placed against the base of the penis.
Her hole's entrance seemed to be twitching and straining to take the skin of the penis into its mouth.
"I'm going to put in."
"You are a virgin now, so be careful. With a succubus's body, the wound will heal quickly, but it will hurt."
“…………”
Patricia nodded and put her hands on his belly and lifted her waist.
Then her right hand went to the penis, grabs it, and applies the tip to the hole.
"Thanks for the meal."
The girl had no hesitation.
Like Gwendolyn, she tends to overstep her inhibitions without hesitation.
The girl's beautiful flesh, which had not yet been ravaged, blossomed, swallowed a little of the glans, stopped for a moment, and then swallowed the whole penis up to the base.
"Nnnnhhhh."
Her white chin rises.
Her crotch smelled of iron.
A streak of blood leaked from her crotch.
Patricia arched back and for the second time in her life, she felt the sensation of deflowering.
The wrapped penis felt as if it had been dipped in hot water.
As she breathed, the entrance squeezed and opened, and the inside of her vagina tightened with a force completely different from that of the previous night. The pressure was much stronger than Melvina's or Gwendolyn's, perhaps due to the strength of her lower body.
It was as if it was being gripped by a hand, yet he could feel her countless folds squirming.
Patricia's lustful vagina, now a succubus, was undulating violently in search of her prey's semen.
"Is this cannibalism?"
"H-hey! Don't say things that make me sick!"
"No, well, sex is sex. It's also a meal."
"Please be quiet while we're eating. Didn't you learn from your mother?"
"I don't know my mother. The old man taught me a lot of things, but he said we were supposed to be happy and chatty during meals."
When Christo said that, Patricia noticed something and her expression clouded.
"Could it be, that old man is?"
“The devil who was killed by Lancelot in the north. He's also the one who was dismembered in the royal castle the other day."
"――――"
Patricia's eyes widened.
Her eyes swayed with sadness, she leaned over Christo's upper body and gently kissed him. Her hot hands caress his cheeks as if to comfort him.
“I was the one who killed Lancelot, by the way. Though, you already know that under the circumstances."
“......I'll come to terms with that later. I'm sorry for my blunt remarks."
"I don't mind. How about the deflowering wound?"
"Nhh... It looks like it's already healed. It's amazing physical ability.... What is this with the physical ability of a succubus... Humanity shouldn't be able to compete without the holy arts."
"Dragon races of advanced species or higher have the ability to regenerate almost invulnerable unless they use a holy sword."
"Yes. In the [Frozen Plains], it was a series of deadly battles. That being said, was it about five years that I fought in earnest?"
(About five years? Isn't five years called a veteran fighter...)
When Christo was puzzled, Patricia dropped another kiss and smiled.
"That's off-topic. Let's enjoy each other to the fullest."
"Yeah."
× × ×
Patricia's hips began to move up and down.
If she were a woman without muscle strength, she would need some kind of support, but in Patricia's case, there was no indication that she would need such support.
She put her hands on his shoulders and repeated the action of thump*, thump*, thump*, thump*, rhythmically lowering her hips and then raising them again.
"Haa―――― haa, haa, ha――, hanhh, nh――haa."
Thump*, thump*, thump*――
The slimy fleshy pot was pulled up to the neck of the penis, sweetly bitten at the entrance of the hole, and then covered again to the root. After being swallowed up to the root, it was occasionally gouged and rubbed in the back of the vagina for Patricia's own pleasure.
Patricia's movements were so strong and precise that it was almost as if she was handling it by hand.
"How is it? If you have any requests, please let me know!"
In front of his eyes, a large valley sways gently.
Her erect nipples were pointing downward.
Once their hips collided with each other, the big white breasts swayed together.
"Uu, ughhh."
“Ara, this looks good!”
Patricia was looking down at him and smiled devilishly.
Looking at her on top of him, milking him, it seemed that no woman deserved the name of succubus more than she did.
"Fuu, ah, anh, ah――anh, nhh... ah, ahh."
The powerful slamming of her hips continued for a while, but suddenly Patricia's devilish beauty distorted, her hips stopped moving, and she swallowed the penis to the base.
She wiggled her hips so that her erect clitoris rubbed against their pubic hair, and after a few seconds, she arched her back.
"Ahh!"
Twitch*, twitch*――――
Patricia's body bounced even more and her insides tightened up.
At the base of the penis, the vulva felt as if it was squeezing.
Inside, after a small shudder, the peristaltic movements that encourage ejaculation began all at once.
"Ah... ahh."
"Ugh, it's coming out!"
Spuuuuuuuuurt*!
Spuuuuuuuuuuuurt*!
Spurt*, spuuuuuurt*!
Spuuuuurt*, spuuuuuuuurt*!
Spuuuuuuuurt*, spuuuuuuuuurt*!
Spurt*, spurt*, spurt*!
Tremendous ejaculation.
This was exactly what it felt like to be squeezed out
Patricia was thrusting her plump hips backward and she covered her face, her beauty contorted by the pleasure of the ejaculation.
Her red hair sways in the lantern light.
On her cheek, a liquid that could not be identified as saliva or sweat was dripping.
Patricia would not let go of the penis that continued to ejaculate.
She took it up to its roots and the folds inside licked it messily.
Breathing hard, she lifts her upper body.
"Uguooh."
"Ufufu..."
A red tongue flicked across the girl's lips.
A white hand was placed against the thick bush of pubic hair.
She slowly stroked the area where the penis was penetrating, letting out a satisfied, lustrous sigh.
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