AN. Hello, dear readers! No way, did any of you seriously make it this far? Well, here's a fair warning, this chapter will be quite lewd! There'll be a lot of sinful things happening. What follows is an erotic scene for almost the entire chapter, so find refuge in the next (and last) chapter of this tale if you'd prefer to avoid this kind of situation.

For everyone else, I hope you'll be (pleasantly) surprised! Hints have been planted along the trail, but here we finally are! Enjoy!

Chapter 9: The Succubus Attacks

"Why… Why!? She's so perfect too! That has to be it. She's just too good! Too perfect! I have to give her more time. But what kind of route is this!? How am I supposed to progress here!? I get that she's the honorable type, but… maybe I should've blackmailed her? Pressured her more? There goes my whole plan now! Does that mean I have to keep following her? I don't get it. I don't get it, but I got turned down… again…"

Fully cocooned in his duvet, Sitri closed his eyes and prepared himself for a thousand-year slumber. When he'd emerge, Scama would be there, waiting for him dressed in nothing but an apron. Her flawlessly chiseled back-muscles would greet him first, before she kissed him again and again and again—

"I warned you. I warned you, didn't I?"

A woman entered his bedroom. She locked the door behind her.

"How many chances did you get to turn away from this idiotic idea of yours. I have to ask—no, I need to know."

Still shackled by his own sheets, Sitri lifelessly lifted his head off the mattress, confirming the sight of Four Armament's priestess. She came in bearing her most devious grin yet. Sashaying her hourglass hips all the way to his bedside, Lilynette loomed over him and pinched his cheek between her digits.

"Are you some kind of dumbass?"

"Go away…"

"Haah!? Excuse me?" Furious, Lilynette inched forward again, this time climbing on top of her blanket-wrapped prisoner. She straddled Sitri's waist, resting two obscene mounds of fat on top of his groin. Her outfit provided no modesty whatsoever. Her habit was as light as a cloud. "That's your reaction to having me visit you?"

Her voluptuous rear wasn't the only obscene thing about her. Everything, from Lilynette's creamy vanilla thighs to her cantaloupe-sized breasts, was blasphemous. And she presented it all with an eternally smug cat-grin.

"You're just here to brag, pinky."

"That's right. I'm here to brag and boast and say—I told you so as many times as I want. Because I did. I told you so. But what I can't possibly comprehend is how stupid you are! You honestly believed you could just have your way with our leader after helping out in one single battle? Honestly you… you are the most naïve, clueless and childish idiot I've ever met. Even calling you a man is too kind. You're nothing but a silly little boy who thought he could have his way."

Before Sitri could tell her off, Lilynette lay down atop him. She bid goodbye to that obnoxious grin and concealed it under her bosom. A priestess had no need for a bra, so even the slightest movement was enough to cause her breasts to sway and bump together. The scent of wild roses pervaded her cleavage. The holy symbol trapped between her breasts got in the way, pressing into Sitri's brow. Rather than remove it, Lilynette wrapped her arms around Sitri's neck and hugged him tight. This was no gesture of love.

After about a minute of smothering him between her hefty pillows, Lilynette stood upright. There was a bright-red stamp of her holy symbol on Sitri's forehead.

Once he'd emerged from beneath Lilynette's breasts, the brute was devoid of expression. Absolutely lost.

"What's going on exactly?"

Lilynette grabbed the sides of his cheeks, forcing his lips to trace an adorable O-shape.

She mimicked his words, adding her very own childlike inflection. "What's woing on exacwy? Pfft! That's how you sound, little boy. You were expecting some company tonight, weren't you? Well here it is. Now, be good and say thank you for keeping me company tonight, mommy."

Sitri's jaw hung open. Even a double-take, a triple-take wasn't enough to recover from that.

"I'm not going to say that! What are you, crazy!? Don't you know that men are supposed to bully women – not the other way around! Last time someone tried to get me to say something like that, I—"

"Shhh. Quiet, little boy." Lilynette's cheeks were flushed. She ran her willowy digits across his chin, tracing the contours of his jaw with her fingernails. Her fingerless gloves covered her palms, making her touch a unique sensation of pale flesh and onyx gloss. "Mommy knows how to take care of misbehaving children."

Inviting herself to his cocoon, Lilynette slid her fingers down his shirt. It was a tight fit, but nothing the beautiful priestess couldn't handle. Down went her hand. Then her elbow slipped under his top. Finally, her whole arm had snaked its way under Sitri's clothing. What an annoyingly strong body. Was the whole of him carved out of rock? Still, Lilynette's cat-grin only widened once she snuck her hand down his pants and caught her prize.

"Look what I found. Aww, were you getting your hopes up from smooching with your lady friend? And she left you all alone with this thing so very needy."

"S-S-S…!"

"Mm? What's that, little boy? Do you have something to say?"

"Succubus!"

"How rude. I'm a holy servant of the Earth God, you know?" Lilynette placed a cruel kiss on Sitri's lips, overwriting Scama's flavor with her own. There was a dangerous glint in her eyes as her prize warmed everything it touched. She could even feel it radiating its devilish heat through her glove.

"Do you know which part of you I'm touching?"

She didn't allow him to answer, placing her free hand atop his mouth.

"That's right. It's your cock. Now if you want mommy to make you feel good, you'll repeat what I told you to say." Lilynette stroked his shaft, her fingers caressing those meaty glans which so eagerly sought out her touch. Her eyes were locked onto his. The air in her lungs steamed with lust, which she exhaled in cloudy puffs all over Sitri's face.

"Ready? When I remove my hand. Say it."

Sitri furrowed his brow. He rolled his eyes, shook his head and huffed through his nose.

However, once Lilynette removed her hand—

"Thank you for keeping me company tonight….….….….….….….….…. mommy."

Lilynette beamed with pleasure. A sinful shiver ran across her spine, so much that her back arched like a leopard in heat, before she settled down.

"Haa…! Good little boy." She rewarded him with dozens of kisses.

Clearly annoyed, Sitri was nonetheless peppered in heart-shaped smooches all over his face.

"I'm going to make you feel really, really good tonight."

Unbound from his prison of sheets, Sitri sat up straight whilst the priestess clung to his back. He was both bigger and wider than her, but still Lilynette clinched him with her arms and legs. She pressed her breasts against him, kneading the tension in his back and shoulders with her mounds. Her peaks were painfully stiff beneath her habit. Her nipples ran up and down his powerful aegis, then side to side as she used her curvaceous body to reward her boytoy.

"You shouldn't say perverted things around women. If you're to become a good husband in the future, then you need to understand when to hold your tongue." She hooked her arms under Sitri's and grabbed both of his pecs. To her surprise, the bulk of his masculinity was enough to fill out both her palms. Chuckling to herself, Lilynette sunk her fingers deeper into his pectorals. Tingles ran along her neck, whilst those mouth-watering blocks of muscle grew taut from her clutches. Each time she squeezed, the priestess devoted several strokes of her fishnet-covered soles along the brute's thick cock. The pink-and-black-widow toyed with her mate, running her lips across his neck as she relished more of his meatiness.

Across his back were several rows of scars. Ten streaks which covered him from one end to the other.

"Someone hurt you? Should mommy go and punish them?"

"No need to. I already took care of big sis."

Lilynette pressed her heels tighter against Sitri's shaft.

"….….….….….….mommy."

"Good little boy. Haaah. I love it when you call me that."

Her legs quivered. The priestess' reactions were so vivid that she couldn't contain her own pulses of pleasure. They made her shudder and soon she found herself grappling with her boytoy. She rubbed herself against Sitri's back, grinding her needy womanhood against his warm skin.

Her voice became sweet as honey. Steamy breaths turned to dripping moans – and Lilynette was hungry for more.

"On your back." She commanded, almost out of breath.

Sitri looked over his shoulder and perked his eyebrow, refusing to move.

"You little brat! Nhaa!" Lilynette threw herself at him instead. She tackled her big brute, and although there was a slight delay, she eventually felt him falling down to his back.

The pink panther climbed atop her prey. "I don't dislike it, when you act out. Trying to look tough in front of me, are you? That's fine. All boys want to impress their mommies with how grown-up they are. Nnhhff…! Disobeying your mommy is the first sign of adulthood, isn't it?"

"You are, like… You are so out there. I don't have a clue what you're talking about half the time!"

"You're quite funny when you're embarrassed."

"Who said I was embarrassed!?"

But Lilynette kissed him quiet. She held onto the lip-lock, ravishing his mouth with her greedy embrace. Don't move – is what she spelled out for her boytoy. Placing her feet on both sides of his waist, it was at long last time to acknowledge the spire erected between the man's legs. Lilynette raised her hips and squatted right on top of that menacing helm. Already, her hands stood no chance of taming that beast. For it to throb so excitedly after her ministrations, her boytoy must've been quite pent up. Her knees trembled from delight, while small beads of her own arousal ran down her thighs. Her stockings stopped at her groin, where her fishnets met a ludicrously thin strap of fabric covering her folds. The priestess took care of everything, hooking her finger around her underwear and slowly tugging them aside. The damp spot on her garments merely enticed her hunger. She was starving for this. And nothing else would do. While she continued to stroke her boytoy's large shaft and caress his glans, she feared for any woman forced to mate with this brute. That rod was set to fill her right up to her navel.

"Don't worry, mommy likes you no matter your size, little boy."

Mouth half-open in disbelief, Sitri raised his palms in a—what the hell are you talking about?

Too much. The anticipation was too much. The priestess set her hands on the man's powerful core and—DROPPED—her hips down. Her lower lips parted ways, impaled with the man's stiff cock. His thickness and heat threatened to burn her insides.

"Nnhhaaa-! This… This…! Haa… This is almost too much for me. Almost-!" Lilynette braced herself and raised her rear – slipping half-free of that demon's unholy cock. Her body wouldn't yield to such a fiendish rod, and so the priestess hammered her rear down again. She assaulted Sitri's groin with the loud slaps of her globes striking him down. The excessive fat of her rear crashed at the base of his spire, swallowing every inch of him. Her stomach was full of lust, pleasure and fire; the helm of that brute's large cock kissed at the entrance of her womb – and her womb kissed back. She could almost hear that tip making out with her depths as it violently grinded against everything in its way. It wasn't just the loud clap of Lilynette's rear anymore, but the bedsprings soon intoned their own cries for mercy.

It didn't matter. Whoever and whatever was begging for respite would not get any. Lilynette was set on coaxing that brutish cock into submission. If that tip kept on misbehaving by kissing her womb, then it would be the next thing she punished.

"W-Well? Haa… H-How does this feel? Do you get it now? I'm the one in charge here, little boy! And you…! Nhff…! You're nothing more than my fruit to pluck out and devour!"

She shifted her stance, placing her hands on her knees instead. Her body was ignited from within, leaking rivulets of honey onto that wonderfully irksome mast filling up her sleeve. Whipping her forelocks aside, one look into her boytoy's eyes was enough to make her drool. He wasn't smirking anymore like he always did! Sitri's features were tense with focus, his brow wracked with pleasure. She saw his mouth widen as he tried to pace himself and steady his breathing.

Don't even try it, there's no way I'll ever lose against you here!

Shifting her motions, Lilynette turned her attention to those juicy glans pounding away at her insides. She hoisted up her backside, focusing every ounce of pleasure on Sitri's sensitive crown. The attack went both ways, as the entrance of her pussy was full of weakpoints he could exploit. In the end, it came down to endurance and Lilynette would ride this beast into submission.

"Khh…!"

She saw Sitri reach for her knees, but she wouldn't allow him to have his way. Whatever he was planning, she countered immediately – raising her chest to fill his palms with her breasts instead. And it worked, his powerful grip went to kneading her succulent tits. Buxom as she was, even those large and rough fingers couldn't hope to cup the entirety of her mounds. By the time the brute raised his head to look at what'd gone wrong, his hips had already left the mattress. She heard him grunt, saw the ecstasy in his eyes and felt as his heated essence flowed inside of her. That feral finish was too difficult to resist and whilst that demon stained her with his seed, Lilynette climaxed atop his rod, clenching down on his mast to suck out his seed.

"Hnaah… Huff… I told you… I wouldn't lose… That's one to zero for me."

"Using your huge boobs is cheating! No fair!" But the demon's ire built in his throat. Now that the priestess had made it into a battle, there was no backing down, "Let's go again! I'll win next time!"

Feeling his length still twitching inside of her the pinkette slowly gyrated her hips, stirring up his torrid essence. He'd filled her with so much seed that it leaked out of her hole. If she hadn't cast that contraception blessing, she was sure this hellish fiend would find a way to impregnate her.

"Hff… What's the magic word, little boy?"

"…Please?"

Lilynette shook her head. She leaned away, resting her hands behind her back while she rode the brute's length all the way down. "Close, but that's not good enough."

Of course. There was no sidestepping her whims. She was already hooked.

"Haa… Please, mommy?"

Nnf. You didn't hesitate as much this time.

Irresistible. Taming such a rowdy demon brat enthralled Lilynette. Lust surged across her – and she took in his entire length once more. Good boys deserved to be rewarded, which Lilynette graciously shared as a passionate tongue-kiss with her boytoy.

Joined at the crotch with her demon, Lilynette sat down on her knees. She removed her headwear, spilling cherry-pink tresses all over Sitri's chest. Next was her guimpe, revealing her bare shoulders and the tops of her heavy, full breasts. With one more tantalizing tug, the earth priestess raised her habit above her head and freed her bountiful bosom. They sagged slightly from their own weight – as though the Earth God himself had dedicated half of all the clay he possessed to her bust alone. She traced out the flared roundness of her shapely breasts, caressed them, slid her palms underneath her orbs and lifted them up – only to drop them in front of the man's face.

Plap.

They smacked against her flesh, bouncing with ripples of her femininity. Two pink tips adorned the priestess' breasts. The crown jewels of her earthy valleys.

She seemed exceedingly proud of her size.

"Go right ahead then. Make mommy proud."

Their battle went long into the night. Through sheer force of will, the demon managed to make the priestess climax first three times.

However—

Her breasts had secured three wins, her mouth two more, her hands and rear one win each. After an exhausting night of sweat, lust and cum – the final tally was eight climaxes for Sitri and four for Lilynette – with a dominating five of those ending in the brute's early release.

"Hff… Haa… Phew. That's it. I won. You're finished, little boy."

Sitri was sunken into the bed, his frame almost glued to it from how much of their fluids caked his flesh.

"Is it the type advantage? Do holy women beat me because of my old racial levels? There's no way…" His arm tiredly reaching for the priestess' chest, Sitri challenged her again, "Hey, mommy, rematch. Let's rematch, okay?"

The proposal made her heart race. To think he still had the will to fight. However, she lacked the energy to take him again – and something told her he was most likely bluffing. Soft as a dream and gentle as a cloud, Lilynette giggled at his provocation.

"Lilynette Piani."

"Hm?"

"That's my full name. Don't forget it. Although you can keep calling me mommy whenever you'd like."

Rather than mount her boytoy again, the priestess snuggled up to his side. Her body was impeccably clean, wiped of the very last rope of cum – save for what he'd already pumped inside of her. Lilynette placed a pillow under her shoulder, elevating her body just enough to rest her breast atop Sitri's face. She gently raised his chin so his lips met her nipple. Her peak was still perked with arousal. Without so much as a word, Lilynette reached down for his rod and held it like her favorite toy. She pumped his shaft between her fingers, milking him even more –while she had him nurse on her breast.

"Won't your demi-human friend get angry?"

Lilynette quickly followed up with a teasing laugh. How could she not, when that comment instantly made her boytoy frown.

"My, my. Sensitive, are we? I had a chance to talk to her, is all. There's a lot she told me about." She wanted to taunt him more, but her overgrown brat nipped at her bud. She gave him a smack on the cheek as payback and shoved even more of her breast against his face. Once those lips went back to suckling on her teat, Lilynette stroked his hair – a reward for his good behaviour.

"I wonder… why would someone lie about being able to deal any kind of damage? Maybe to empower and motivate a certain Mithril-ranked woman he had his eyes on?"

Wet sounds grew between them. Lilynette's handstrokes quickened, matching the eager twitches of Sitri's cock. She felt his shaft quake in her grip, his glans flare as they sought out the tight squeeze-and-pump of her fingers.

"There's no need to hold back with me. Let it all out – as much as you'd like. Mommy's here to milk every drop you've got."

Her grip tightened, turning into a vigorous effort. She might not have been as strong as Scama, but Lilynette had much more strength than the average woman. She made quick work of the man's convulsing shaft, coating his stomach in more creamy ropes of white while he continued to suck on her breast.

"Good little boy. I'll admit, that was an adorable plan you hatched up. I bet you were O so sure you'd met just the perfect woman to instantly fall for something like that. Poor, cute little Sitri."

His seed coated her digits, which she seductively licked off. Her hand returned around his mast, ready to drain those overworked balls dry.

"I'll tell you a secret, Sitri. Just between the two of us."

Lilynette leaned in and whispered a passionate poison into his ear.

"Scama Elbero dyes her hair."