Warning: Explicit Sexual Content. - Yes, even more so than the previous chapter. You degenerates like handholding?

Dust fluttered about as a grand burst of magical energy shook Voile. Books rattled on their shelves while lanterns clanked against their constraints. Flames nearly died as the energy burst shot through corridors, aisles and hanging walkways only to reignite and burn with greater intensity. Soon a woman's coughing fit cut through the grand library before transitioning into a series of wheezes, uncontrollable sneezing, hacks and a final bout of coughing, all in that order. It almost seemed like someone was about to suffer a heart attack if things dragged on, but soon after the dust had all settled the coughing stopped and was replaced with a grand whoop of victory, no matter how uncharacteristic it sounded.

"Aha! Succès doux! It works, it works!"

Patchouli Knowledge wasn't one to hoot and holler at victories, but this one was a special case.

Rooted right in the middle of Voile was a raised, rounded platform constructed out of pure steel. The circumference was as large as a plush bed and the height was only about an inch or so off the floor, and in all honesty the entire thing wasn't much of a marvel. There was, however, a pedestal in the center of the platform with sparks of energy crackling around it. Held above the pedestal and encased in thick glass was a small, diamond-shaped crystal of strange design that was radiating with power, albeit as much as a lightbulb would. Nevertheless, the crystal was holding strong as it levitated within its container, and that was enough for Patchouli.

The violet-haired magician beamed and stood nearby. Weeks upon months of careful planning and research awarded Patchouli with the idea that she could create a core energy source for Voile. At first she thought little of the idea and figured it was nothing more than a gimmick to power a music box or something trivial, but as time passed she realized that she could save so much on resources by pooling energy from nature and other sources. All those sconces and lanterns burned up precious wax and oil that could potentially dribble onto or burn priceless books and artifacts, so Patchouli figured a few 'electric' lights were just what the library needed. Thanks to her efforts and a little help from the ingenious kappas, the core was humming and looking safe and sound.

But the enhanced lighting wasn't the biggest reason why she went ahead with this newfangled core design. It was no secret that Patchouli Knowledge was a genius who had near endless magical potential, but that fact was marred by her terrible health. Her anemia and asthma took a lot out of her and, while it could be treated somewhat with enough magical energy to the point where she could enjoy a day or so of being completely healthy, she didn't have much energy to use. Times where she wanted to do research or enjoy a hobby were instead filled with bedrest because she didn't have the energy for moving. The core that Patchouli now had on hand would be able to store plenty of energy and give it out whenever the magician needed it the most.

In short, Patchouli would now be able to control when she was waylaid by her illnesses and when she was completely healthy. This ability was quite a ways away from what the tiny, diamond-shaped core could achieve, but Patchouli was pleased with what she had now, and better yet, filled with hope for the future.

"That's quite a healthy glow," Patchouli observed. She approached the floating core and, with a flick of her wrist, sent the gem and its pedestal down into the steel platform where it could be protected; where it could accumulate more energy. "I'll have to thoroughly thank those kappas. Ah, but first, I should record all this… Now, where did I put my- Ough…"

Patchouli's vision blurred as fatigue set in. To 'jumpstart' the core, she had supplied it with a hearty dose of her own energy, which in turn made her exceptionally weak. She rubbed at her eyes and massaged her temples as her knees quivered before buckling and sending her to the floorboards with an audible squeak of discomfort. Luckily Patchouli was a very… cushioned individual.

"Haa… Bless these bodacious hips of mine."

While Patchouli tried to catch her breath a sweet and sensual voice swept up from behind her and provided some relief.

"Mistress?" It had to have been Koakuma, that plucky red-haired succubus. She dropped down from a hanging walkway and dropped a string of new electric lights at her feet as she dashed over to her mistress. "Mistress! Are you alright?"

"Please, Koakuma, there's no need for the dramatics. I'm quite fine. Just a little… Just a little exhausted." The magician looked to her concerned servant and smiled as she raised a hand to her. "Would you kindly help me up?"

Koakuma would do just that, but first she wanted to take care of something. She approached her downed mistress, got down her knees beside her and wrapped her up in a crushing embrace complete with a string of affectionate pecks to her cheeks and neck. It wasn't unlike Koakuma to do this, not since she and her mistress became more intimate, but it always took Patchouli by surprise. The adorable squeak coupled with the bright blush in Patchouli's cheeks was all that Koakuma needed to be assured of her health. When the succubus was finished she took her mistress' hand and helped her back onto her feet.

"Well, you feel fine to me," Koakuma chirped. "And look at you! A healthy blush!"

Patchouli blushed a little deeper and began to giggle at her succubus' antics, at least until she started to wheeze and fall limp again.

"Did you really have to power the core yourself? I told you that I was more than happy to do it in your stead if you had only waited for me."

"You'll have to forgive my impatience, Koakuma. We accomplished so much over the past few weeks, and tonight was no different. I just wanted the gratification from a grand accomplishment."

"And what would have happened if you gave too much energy?"

"I imagine that you'd be there for me just as you are here for me now," Patchouli replied with a pleased grin. Koakuma opened her mouth to retort but was silenced by the violet-haired magician's finger on her lips. "Oh hush now. All's well that ends well. Come a few weeks and the core will have plenty of pure, natural energy generated for me to utilize. And if not, at least the lights you've strung up throughout the library are giving off a radiant glow. Finding things will be so much easier now."

The magician brushed dust off of her knees and robes as Koakuma held her steady.

"Now comes the most abhorrent part of this entire scheme: observation and recording."

"Ah, yes, I figured as much," Koakuma replied with a soft frown. "Well, the both of us can handle that tomorrow and the days that follow."

"Tomorrow? Oh no, heavens no." Patchouli turned to gesture to Voile's new core. "While things have turned out well, the core will still need supervision. We should keep watch over it for at least ten hours or so just to make sure that Murphy's Law doesn't apply."

"T-ten hours? Ten hours straight? Mistress, don't you think that you're being just a little paranoid?" Koakuma's voice trailed off before she could finish that sentence. She knew the answer already and though Patchouli wasn't paranoid she was still as stubborn as a mule. "You don't-"

"I'm never paranoid," Patchouli shot back in a haughty tone of voice. "Merely cautious."

"Ten hours without sleep… Forgive me for saying so, mistress, but you don't look like you can stand just one hour."

The gears in Patchouli's head began to churn as she let that information cut into her. The familiar had an important point. Even if she relied on coffee, stimulants and other unorthodox methods of staying awake and attentive, at the most it would allow her to stay up for a couple hours. Even if by some miracle Patchouli was able to stay up for ten hours as she noted before, by the time those ten hours were over the magician would be little more than a brainless husk deprived of both magical energy and the basic need for sleep. For a moment Patchouli thought about giving in, about bending to Koakuma's concerns and putting the matter to rest as she did the same.

But Patchouli Knowledge was stubborn for good reason, and all those years of reading books had exposed her to a wide variety of characters both real and imagined who were good at getting what they wanted.

"Ach, you're right, Koakuma. Absolument raison," she said as she turned back to her familiar. "Without the proper energy I will run myself ragged, so I should retire and check back on the core in the morning."

Koakuma smiled as if she had won the argument, if it could be called that.

"That would be best," she replied. "Some rest after such a breakthrough, no, a momentous occasion such as this, would do you plenty of good."

"Hmm… Actually rest could do us both some good, and you'll understand, Koakuma, if it's selfish or borderline insane of me to say so," Patchouli cooed as a strange smile grew on her lips, "but I simply cannot allow you to keep me from studying the core."

The red-haired familiar should have felt her stomach drop at those words, but when she noticed Patchouli's smile twist and contort into an impish one, her face burst with heat.

"A good mistress knows where her familiar runs off to every now and then. You came back from the Goodwill Festival in the Human Village in high spirits the other day, but I was far too busy to inquire." Patchouli tapped her chin in thought for a moment before flicking her hand in a nonchalant fashion. It was clear that she delighted in the nervous quivering her familiar was doing. "I doubt that I need to remind you that you have no obligation to tell me your secrets, nor do you have any obligation to give me any energy you have rightfully earned."

"Y-yes, but you and I have a schedule for this-"

"And the Goodwill Festival has thrown things into disarray," Patchouli replied as she continued to maintain that smile of hers. "Again, you have no obligations. You could disregard my words as the ravings of a ragged woman, turn away and leave me to rest and we could both forget about this conversation. Ah, but Koakuma, certainly you can find it in your heart to give your stubborn, stubborn mistress something."

There were times where Koakuma wondered who was the better seductress. She had very little trouble getting into the pants of mortal men, sneaking into houses to lay with the unknowing and working her charms on the reluctant to make sure things were one-hundred percent consensual, but when it came to her mistress Koakuma's charming, charismatic skills dulled faster than a blade against stone. Patchouli, as far as the succubus knew, had never laid with another being, nor was she known to entertain herself in private. She was studious, aloof and either oblivious to sexual advances or uncaring to the point of being asexual. And yet when she was with Koakuma she never failed to get her way; to seduce this succubus and leave her wanting for more.

And damn it all if Patchouli's toying tone didn't make Koakuma feel both guilty and excited.

"I… I mean, I'm… I'm sure I can give you something…"

"Hopefully it won't be a little spark of energy. Call me greedy if you must, but I'm ever so eager to bear witness to the energy you've collected." A sultry gleam appeared in Patchouli's eye. "Well then, come along now, little devil."

A shudder of excitement shot up Koakuma's spine as Patchouli turned around and walked away. The scenario seemed so familiar, almost as if it was a case of deja vu, and yet Koakuma had the feeling that things would play out very, very differently for her and her mistress.

"Uh… Well, as you wish, mistress," Koakuma squeaked

"Please, Koakuma, be honest with yourself. You want this as much as I do despite the circumstances."

Despite what Koakuma tried to make others believe, her nature as a succubus meant an increased sex drive and repressed inhibitions regarding such hedonistic activities. If someone was eager and willing to have a good time with Koakuma, she would have to have a very good reason for not obliging them. Blushing and squirming like a schoolgirl caught red handed by her crush, the red headed devil followed her mistress without another word.

As Koakuma stood off to the side in her mistress' private quarters Patchouli went to work putting things in their proper place for what she planned on doing. Books and trinkets were scooped up and put away while lanterns and lights were extinguished. In due time the bedroom was as clean and immaculate as the day it was first furnished, though it was now quite dark. But that wasn't a problem for Patchouli. She snapped her fingers and willed forth a plume of flame from her fingertips before going about the room and placing down several tall candles, of which she lit as soon as they were in the right position. In a minute the room was bathed in a warm and erotic orange glow.

"There we are. Mood lighting at its finest, and I do hope that- Oh?" Patchouli sniffed the air. "Scented candles… Lavender, I believe… How thoughtful, Koakuma. Hmm, but that's more suited for a calm, thoughtful meditation than for what we're about to do."

The little devil refused to comment on that. Instead she remained by her mistress' bed with that same distressed and embarrassed look on her face that she had when she came in, and now she was messing with the hem of her dress.

"Inspecting the walls, are you? No need. The seals haven't degraded since we reinforced them last, and knowing you, there's no possible way any energy will escape the confines of… the confines of this- Koakuma, just what is the matter with you?" Patchouli asked as concern seeped back into her tone. She stepped over to the familiar and gasped when Koakuma flinched away. "I… Koakuma, did I come on too strong? I apologize. I wouldn't have asked this of you if I knew for certain that you wouldn't consent to it, and now seeing you like this, well-"

"No, no, it's not that," Koakuma muttered in reply. She refused to meet her mistress' gaze and continued to fiddle with the hem of her dress before turning her body to the side. "Patchouli, you were right. I do want this; as have I wanted every single one of our… 'sessions'. But there's something I need to tell you."

"Please, Koakuma," Patchouli cooed. "You know that you can tell me whatever is on your mind without fear of reproach."

Ordinarily that wouldn't be true for most master-servant relationships, but Patchouli Knowledge was an understanding mistress. Instead of tossing her servant back to Makai or caging her upon learning of those succubus urges, Patchouli chose to be understanding and then, once the years had flown by and support had been cemented, accommodating.

"When I came back from the Human Village yesterday morning, I felt good. Really, really good. The energy I got from…" Koakuma coughed into her hand. "From uh, some really virile humans, was more than I ever had before in my life. I was planning on giving most, if not all of it, to you, but…"

Patchouli then noticed that Koakuma was doing her best to cover her crotch and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Well… mistress, you are aware that when it comes to succubi and energy we gather, we're a bit of a wildcard? The erm, energy manifests itself in a variety of ways, such as new personality quirks, increased or decreased sex drive and so on. The stuff I got from that night, well, it's so potent that… uh…"

"Koakuma, it's alright. You can show me."

Despite all the craziness in the world and yokai turning on one another, Koakuma could always count on her mistress to be kind and willing. And so she turned right back around to face her mistress with her hands on her dress skirt. The devil reached around, unclasped the right buckles and notches and let the article of clothing fall before she began to slide her black panties down her legs. And what Patchouli saw made her jaw drop.

There was something between Koakuma's legs. No sugarcoating it. It was a prick of profound proportions, a dick that defied description, a cock fit for casual coitus, and so on and so forth. An absurd observation to be sure, but what else could be said for such an absurd member?

"Saints alive!" Patchouli gasped. She clasped her hands over her mouth and couldn't help but stare. "Koakuma, this is… this is…"

"Awful," Koakuma whimpered as she tried to hide the incompatible organ. "I must look like some kind of freak to you."

"Ooh, no. Heavens no," Patchouli reassured as she came closer. She placed her hands on the devil's shoulders and cooed. "Koakuma, you never look anything less than beautiful. And besides, though this is something neither of us have ever experienced before, given our previous sessions, is this really that different? No, no… Let me rephrase that." Patchouli patted Koakuma's cheek and let her free hand rest on her hip. "Is this really all that bad?"

The little devil found it hard to concentrate on anything other than the soft hand creeping around her waist to her crotch, but soon she nodded. Before Patchouli and Koakuma settled on something slow and sensual, they had tried out a variety of different scenarios. Bindings, roleplay, by-the-book and no-nonsense approaches and even ethereal tentacles were used in attempts to siphon energy from Koakuma for Patchouli to use. Personally Patchouli enjoyed the tentacles, but Koakuma always fidgeted and expressed so many concerns that the two had to meet in the middle. In short, they had tried so many things that Koakuma as a futanari really wasn't anything to write home about.

"I suppose not," Koakuma replied. She began to chuckle, but soon that was punctuated by a startled gasp. "Aah!"

Patchouli giggled as her fingers trailed up the length of Koakuma's cock. She wasn't beating around the bush tonight.

"Oooh, so I see that it's functional, and oh-so-sensitive as well. This will be very, very interesting… And pleasurable for the both of us," Patchouli said. She let her fingers curl around the girth to get a good feel for it before raising her hands back up to the devil's shoulders. "Do you want me, Koakuma?"

"Of course I want-" Koakuma cut herself off, took a second to compose herself then nodded. "Yes, yes I want you, mistress… Even if I am like this right now. Please, give me a solid answer; some clarity here. Do you want me?"

"So uncertain! Koakuma, the addition of this… fine organ hasn't sullied my feelings at all." Patchouli took a step back from Koakuma and spread out her arms. "Now, enough talking."

Like a loyal hound Koakuma strode forward and took Patchouli by storm. She wrapped an arm around the magician's waist while a hand shot up to grasp the back of her head, and soon her lips were mashed tight against the frail magician's own. Though Koakuma was still somewhat unnerved by the member now straining against her mistress' thigh, her desire, infatuation and species' infamous lust was far too strong and easily overcame whatever weak inhibitions she tried to hang onto. Patchouli to her credit pressed her body against her familiar and reciprocated the kiss with the same enthusiasm, perhaps more. No matter what an onlooker assumed at first glance, the sickly, soft-spoken magician was in charge here. Her hot breath rushed over Koakuma's lips whenever she pulled away while soft, muffled whimpers of joy helped to signal the beginnings of an unforgettable night.

Heads twisting and hands roaming, the two continued to kiss there at the foot of the bed until Patchouli grasped Koakuma and ripped her away from her body. Normally so emotionally subdued, the magician had a provocative smile on her face as her hands went from the little devil's arms to her white blouse. Breathless Koakuma looked on as Patchouli nipped at her buttons and roused the bit of clothing down from under her black vest and necktie. There was no effort to take off anything else other than the shoes and socks; an observation that soon gave way to confusion.

"Eh? Should I take these off?" Koakuma mused aloud as she shot a cursory glance towards her vest and necktie.

Patchouli grasped the tip of that signature necktie and slid her hand up to the knot at Koakuma's neck. Her other hand nudged the vest flaps aside so that the succubus' perky breasts could stand out on their own. A lecherous woman would have entertained herself by staring at those supple mounds and the rosy-red nipples atop them for hours on end, yet Patchouli's violet eyes were still fixed on Koakuma's own crimson pair as the fingers curled around the necktie slid off and sailed up the devil's throat to her jawline.

"Leave them," Patchouli cooed. Then, without any shame whatsoever, she continued on. "I've fantasized about your necktie bouncing against your breasts for quite some time."

"What a thing to say, mistress!"

"Is it? Hm… No matter." Delicate hands conditioned for turning pages soon drifted over to the laces keeping Patchouli's purple nightgown and robes together. The simplest of pulls was all that it took for everything to unravel and pool around her feet. "My body is yours to do with as you please."

Once again, Koakuma strode forward, but this time her hands went up to cup her mistress' larger, plump breasts. Like an exuberant lover she began to squeeze, knead and manipulate to her heart's content. Whether through magic or good fortune, Patchouli had a bust that many could only dream of, and Koakuma found herself counting her blessings that she was able to grope them so. With the violet-haired woman twitching before her, Koakuma lifted those supple breasts and stooped down just enough to blow cool, refreshing air against the undersides of her sensitive mounds. After that, the thumbs came into play by tweaking and grinding against the undersides, then they flicked up to rub against Patchouli's nipples.

At first Patchouli was content with gentle panting and squirming, but when Koakuma leaned in close and dug her nose into the valley between her breasts complete with a long, sensual lick, the magician let out a moan that spoke volumes.

"Oui… Y-you know just how to-"

Another lick straight up through the valley silenced Patchouli and sent tremors of pleasure across her form. Taking advantage of this, Koakuma nudged her mistress back and, with a little push, took her down to the bed.

"That's enough foreplay for now," Koakuma said. She crawled upon the bed and positioned herself over her mistress. "I mean, that is unless you wa-"

"No, no, you're quite right Koakuma," Patchouli interjected. She made sure that the both of them were comfortable there on the bed before sitting up and tugging Koakuma closer, even if that meant that one of her hands was now wound around the little devil's cock. "Let's get to business."

And with that said, Koakuma pushed her hips forward. Patchouli guided the devil's dick straight towards her silken nether regions and bit her lip when the two connected. First the head, then a few inches, then the whole thing. Koakuma's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when she felt how wet and tight her mistress was. Every inch provided Koakuma with plenty of pleasurable resistance to the point where it seemed like Patchouli was squeezing her. It was such a surprise that Patchouli was that wet down there, but even a succubus could understand that the body worked independently from the mind.

No matter how calm and collected Patchouli tried to appear, she was as excited and aroused as any other woman could be in such a situation.

"Nngaah! Koa!" Patchouli cried out.

The little devil recoiled on reflex, but she couldn't pull out. Patchouli had raised her legs and locked them behind Koakuma's hips to keep her in place. Once the initial shock wore off, Koakuma realized that Patchouli wasn't in pain, but that she was writhing in pure pleasure. The magician was beaming, her breasts were heaving and her heart was beating with such fury that Koakuma couldn't deny giving out a ragged pump with her hips. When that elicited an adorable moan, well, things soon got heated.

"Is it… anything like my tail?" asked the succubus as she pressed her palms into the padded quilt of her mistress' bed. Her crimson eyes grew hazy as the sensations from her twitching cock shot up her spine. "Gods, mistress… Th-this is all so strange, yet so… you're so tight!"

"So strange, so different, so lovely!" Patchouli mewled. She laid back with her arms resting above her head; her body sprawled out as if she was on full display before Koakuma's sight. "Better than your tail! Please, don't hesitate! Keep going!"

Breathlessly Koakuma obliged her mistress and focused more on the motion of her hips. Though she was out of her element being a futanari, the way Patchouli squirmed beneath her and let loose little mewls and incoherent praises kept the little devil motivated to please her lover as much as she was able. She dragged her cock left and right, pulled it out just enough so that the tip was barely inside before plunging back in and so much more as if this was her slick, rubbery tail, even though the tail was writhing and wriggling happily above the little devil's posterior. Those raw, sensitive nerves hidden away in Patchouli's wet cunny were being treated to a grand buffet of hedonistic pleasure every time Koakuma's cock scraped against her inner walls, and to say nothing of when the thick, bulbous head kissed the entrance to the magician's womb.

Still, there was no pain, yet Koakuma didn't want to tempt fate by delving deeper. Instead she sank herself down as comfortably as she could get inside her mistress until her sensitive and still-feminine slit, which resided very close to the base of the devil's cock, was pressed tight against Patchouli's own. The heat and euphoria of the act swirled about in Koakuma's mind and made her vision hazy as if she was about to pass out. Patchouli, on the other hand, didn't keep her reaction to herself. With Koakuma buried so deep and so erotically inside her now the magician arched her back and thrust her chest up into the air as her lips pursed in rapture. Her hips quaked with energy before she couldn't help but squeal and slide just a little tighter against her succubus.

"Mistress! Y-you're too tight! I can't…" Koakuma let loose a pitiful whimper as she struggled to hold on. In the midst of all the excitement and sublime tightness Koakuma kept thrusting to and fro as if it would help calm things down. Obviously such a thing wasn't possible, but to her credit the succubus managed to hold on for another minute while Patchouli writhed beneath her form like some treasured prize. "Mwuaah… Haa!"

A whirlwind of pleasured moans echoed throughout the room and increased in both tempo and volume as the two thrashed about on the throes of passion. Koakuma kept doing what she did best and continued to piston deep within her mistress' sopping-wet cunny until the tightness and the twitching of her cock became too much for her to bear. Patchouli hadn't been commentating as much as her servant had, but from the way her eyes were near slits to how her teeth were gritted it was clear that she was nearing her end. Using what little strength she had Patchouli reached up to grasp Koakuma's red necktie and bring her down to her level for a kiss- a sloppy, misaligned kiss that soon transitioned into a shuddering, passionate one.

There was no mistaking the intent contained within that kiss. Whereas a crafty mistress would take advantage of how Koakuma served as a siphon for energy and never once consider how it made the poor devil feel, Patchouli wanted to reassure her that she cared, that she loved and adored her servant, and that she couldn't and wouldn't dare perform such a debaucherous act with anyone else. Knowing this- and being touched from the reassurance nonetheless- Koakuma just couldn't keep her happiness to herself. She snaked her hands underneath her mistress' form and held her tight as she pressed her hips down tight and plunged the entire length of her cock deep within those quivering folds; deep enough so that the very tip was pressed against Patchouli's cervix.

Nevermind the beautiful moaning duet that resulted from such a climax. Koakuma's member pulsed and soon filled her mistress' womb with something that not even she expected. It felt so hot and thick, yet almost weightless. Simply put, the energy stored within Koakuma's 'core' had been released as a tangible vapor; the very same substance that swirled around a magician's body whenever they invoked spells or practiced magic. Spurt after spurt of this vapor came shooting out until Koakuma reached her limit. Feeling drained in both the literal and metaphorical sense, the red-haired devil fell to the side and laid next to her mistress as the two of them panted, huffed and smiled.

"Amazing… Given the equipment you had to work with Koakuma, your performance was nothing short of amazing… Dare I say, legendary!"

Koakuma laughed despite the embarrassed blush in her cheeks.

"L-legendary? Mistress, I'm flattered, believe me, I am… But legendary? I wouldn't mind if 'my little friend' somehow faded away into obscurity." The devil glanced down at her sweat-covered form, trembled as a pleasurable aftershock racked her body then returned her gaze to her mistress. "Ah, at least I'm back to-"

Her head whipped back to stare at her crotch in one of the fastest double-takes in her life. There standing as proud and as erect as before was that thick, throbbing cock, and it was still rooted between Koakuma's legs.

"Eeeeh!?"

"What? What's the matter?" Patchouli propped herself up so she could get a look at what was bothering her succubus. "Oh. Oh! That's surprising, isn't it?"

"Am I… Am I gonna be stuck with this thing forever?" Koakuma whined.

"Don't be silly. You said that you had so much energy from your previous trip that it manifested itself as this… conduit," Patchouli reassured. "Logically, this means… Hmm…"

Before Koakuma could question her mistress she received another surprise. Because of the mana she had 'injected' her mistress with the violet-haired woman looked positively radiant, healthier than ever and filled with energy, though that wasn't to say that she wasn't beautiful to begin with. The woman swung her leg over her servant and sat up to position herself upon the devil's hips with her slick cunny pressed tight against the base of that shaft that only a minute ago had been delivering her crazy amounts of pleasure. Cooing as if she was already painfully aroused again, Patchouli began to rock her hips back and forth in a slow rhythm.

"Mistress! What are you doing?"

"Shh… I can tell that this member of yours is embarrassing for you, even more so since it hasn't gone away yet. The only option we have is for me to relieve you." Patchouli straightened up and brought her hands to her plump breasts so she could grope and lift them. She knew just how much her servant liked to look at them. "Quid pro quo, Koakuma. I'll take what remaining energy you have left and return your body to normal. So please, lie back… Let your mistress take care of you."

The tone Patchouli used at the end caused a shiver of alarming delight to shoot up Koakuma's spine. Though most of the time Patchouli spoke in a low, monotonous tone of voice with brief bursts of energy and genuine emotion, the past hour had been filled with all kinds of affectionate, loving and sultry tones. This one in particular reminded Koakuma of herself when she had confidence in spades. Come to think of it, it reminded her more of how a succubus spoke. With a scoff of disbelief Koakuma fell back against the sheets of her mistress' bed and obliged her order; that energy swirling about in Patchouli's body had gone straight to her head and made her friskier than a demon of desire!

But Koakuma would be lying if she said that this wasn't incredibly hot!

"W-who's the succubus now?" cooed the devil.

The violet-haired magician shot her servant a provocative grin before she raised her hips, slid forward and promptly lowered herself down upon that still throbbing, still painfully-erect cock. Patchouli moaned and trembled there; she was very sensitive after the first session and already she could feel her innermost sanctum shiver as if pleading for her to reconsider. But she had been filled with so much energy that there was no point in letting it go to waste, and Koakuma had been such a good familiar to her that it would be a damn shame to leave her like this. Her breasts bounced as she moved about to make herself comfortable before she eventually found a good position leaning ever so slightly over her darling servant.

Patchouli lifted herself up, paused, then came back down with a resounding smack as the meat of her thighs slapped against Koakuma's hips. The sensation of Koakuma's cock rising and falling within her with every bounce she made threatened to topple the magician over, yet with a hand sprawled out upon that devil's chest Patchouli regained her stability. With each movement of her hips and each raspy moan that escaped her lips it was apparent that she wasn't doing this for the sake of energy anymore. This was sex- pure, rapturous, hedonistic sex that would make a succubus envious. But Patchouli never forgot who she was doing this with. Yes, it was sex… But it was also lovemaking in a sense.

"Does this feel good?" Patchouli whimpered as she kept going. She closed her eyes and focused on the increasing tempo as her sweat-covered body shined in the erotic orange candlelight. "Haa… I'd… I keep underestimating how good this feels… Heehee, th-this is actually quite fun!" The magician paused in her ministrations and trailed her fingers up and around Koakuma's breasts. "Come come! Move your hips, even if just a little!"

It didn't bother Koakuma that she was now completely submissive, or that she was practically being used now. Gods, did she adore her mistress too much to defy her! She nodded, mewled something incoherent and reached out to grasp at her mistress' hands to keep her steady as she bucked her hips up against one of her bounces. Another lewd smack filled the room only to be repeated with several others as the two organized and carried out their lovemaking to the best of their abilities. Using Koakuma as an anchor helped Patchouli to put more force into her hips; her pussy easily shifted around the shape of the succubus' cock and closed in as if trying to keep it pinned, which meant that every subsequent thrust and bounce made the magician's head spin. Thin fluid trickled down Patchouli's inner thighs as if her cunny was nothing more than a leaky spigot, but it didn't bother Koakuma in the slightest. No, it just made things even more heated!

Using what little energy she had left in her breast Koakuma squeezed her mistress' hands and whimpered.

"Mistress… Please, I can't hold on much longer. I want you to-"

Knowing what her succubus wanted, Patchouli slipped her hands out from Koakuma's grasp and to her wrists only to tug on them in an effort to pull her succubus into a sitting position. The poor red-headed devil was nearing her end, but Patchouli didn't want to go out with a whimper. She wrapped her arms around her familiar's back, hugged her tight and gave her a deep kiss while her hips slid back and forth at an increased, frantic pace. Her inner walls were convulsing at this point as each thrust by Koakuma only served to make the magician tighter, tighter and tighter still. Neither of them could handle it anymore. So, with Patchouli's body about to give out, she held her familiar close and felt her hips buck wildly out of her control as Koakuma's did the same.

Again, a duet comprised solely of moans, mewls and whimpers echoed throughout the room as Patchouli received all that Koakuma had to give her. Fresh mana poured throughout the magician's form to reinvigorate her body, mind and soul, yet the energy released from such an extraordinary orgasm was far too much for her to handle. She writhed in the aftershocks of pleasure before Koakuma broke off from her hold and fell to the bedsheets like a sack of potatoes. If Patchouli had been a true succubus, Koakuma would have been nothing but a shrunken husk of a woman at that point. Thankfully there was no harm at all, though the succubus certainly felt drained.

"Haaa… Mmmh, oh I feel… I feel so divine!"

Patchouli raised her arms and stretched for a moment before shaking her head as if she had been doused with cold water. If she had looked radiant before, the mistress of Voile now looked like an absolute bombshell now. Pleased with what she had been given, Patchouli took a moment to look over at her servant.

"Good news, Koakuma! I am… I am positively radiant with energy- I can feel it in my veins down to my very core- so now I believe I am more than capable of keeping watch over Voile's core for the rest of the night… And perhaps several days to come!" Patchouli looked down at where she and Koakuma had been so intimately connected and blinked. "Oh, and you're back to normal." Beat. "Aha! You're back to normal! How do you feel?"

Koakuma would have leaped to her feet and rushed to a mirror to look at her body; perhaps even whoop in joy as that male organ had vanished and returned her body to normal. Alas, the succubus had been ridden hard and put away wet. The only movements that came from her were little spasms and the rise and fall of her chest as she panted.

"Mistress…"

"Oh, you poor thing," Patchouli cooed. She slid forward and cupped her little devil's chin as she came down to give her a prolonged peck. "Heh… Adorable. Thank you very much, Koakuma, for all your hard work tonight. Normally duty is its own reward, but you look like you very much enjoyed all of this overtime, no?"

Though Koakuma remained silent- whether by choice or because of sheer exhaustion- she just had to smile at her mistress. Patchouli sat there with her servant for another minute or so, idly brushing away strands of hair that had clung to the succubus' face or rubbing her arms and legs in an attempt to calm her body down, until the desire to get back to that newfangled core in the center of Voile took hold once again. She slid off of the bed, quickly washed the sweat and sex from her body with a simple spell and buttoned on her robes before turning back to her incapacitated familiar. With a snap of Patchouli's fingers the bedsheets were pulled out from underneath the succubus, lifted up and then draped over her body.

The mistress made sure that Koakuma was comfortable, that she had fallen asleep, before placing yet another peck down upon her.

"Sleep tight, my devilish love…"