Chapter 3
Was it because she had absorbed too much life force all at once? In all her twenty years, she had never taken in so much at a single time.
When Doran first learned she was a succubus, the realization that she could survive only by stealing others’ essence made her despair. She had always taken in the barest minimum she had to live, and on countless days she had refused even that.
The Demon King, unable to watch Doran grow weaker with each passing year, had forced others’ essences into her on several occasions.
And now that same Doran had absorbed nearly all of Blue’s essence. The succubus instincts she had long sealed away had now awakened, and controlling them seemed impossible. The rampaging magic had already slipped from her hands, gaining a life of its own as it continued to grow.
“…The Princess is growing a tail.”
Yellow whispered, hiding behind Green. What do we do? Green, do something. Yellow sounded close to tears.
“Red, go get Blue.”
Green’s words were almost an order, her green eyes gleaming sharply behind the glasses. Red quickly came to her senses, leaping onto the bed, and embraced the naked Blue. A brilliant light burst from Doran’s body where the tail had fully emerged, the expensive dress the Princess had been wearing now torn to shreds.
The dwarves were momentarily blinded by the bright radiance. When they opened their eyes and regained their vision, they had to squeeze them shut again at the sight before them.
Doran stood naked, wings spread, her tail swaying seductively. The tip of the swaying black tail was shaped like a trident, the mark of a succubus. It resembled a fork used to spear food.
Every time the awakened Princess swung the trident-tipped tail, the dwarves let out pained moans and lowered their heads. Princess, Princess, they called, yearning for Doran with desperate longing. They ached because the Princess’s appearance was breathtaking, because she was terrifyingly beautiful, because they were irresistibly drawn to her.
Doran looked healthy. Color had returned to her once-pale face, flushing it a rosy red. Her gently sloping cheekbones lifted adorably whenever she smiled, the air of powerlessness born from guilt cast off like a husk.
Bathed in color, Doran seemed utterly free, and that change within her made her all the more the femme fatale.
“So, you’re trying to help me regain my senses?”
The Princess’s smile bloomed. The trident tail tapped the cheek of Red, who was holding Blue in her arms. Green reached out and seized the Princess’s tail, only to flinch when she held it tight. Green’s glasses fell off at the violent surge of power, and without them, Green’s face looked clear and innocent.
“Please forgive my rudeness, Princess. But we must take Blue and examine her.”
It was not that Green was unafraid of the magic radiating from the Princess. Still, she calmly pushed the Princess away from Red.
“Ah, I see. You’re right.”
Doran licked her lips with a slightly embarrassed smile. Though her desires as a succubus had awakened, her caring nature still remained, and so she didn’t argue with Green. Her trident tail, now without a target, whipped restlessly through the air.
“But I’m still so terribly hungry. You’re the ones who made me like this. Shouldn’t you take responsibility?”
Doran spoke while striking the old bed with her tail. Her lips twisted in a pout, a strange light shining in her eyes. With her long-sealed magic now released, it was only natural she would feel famished. Yet her inherently kind nature made it difficult to simply devour the prey before her.
Caught between desire and her nature, Doran’s conflict showed in the way the trident tail thrashed even more violently, striking the bed as if to break it.
“Um, if the Princess wouldn’t mind……”
Yellow, who had been hiding behind Green the whole time, stepped forward and boldly spoke. Yellow! The other dwarves cried out in shock at the youngest’s actions, but already entranced by Doran’s magic, Yellow couldn’t hear their shouts.
Yellow knelt before the Princess, holding Doran’s tail with both her hands.
“May I be the one to sate Your Highness’s hunger?”
“You look rather young.”
“Younger than Blue I may be, but I am still fully grown, as small as I am.”
Yellow scratched her bright forsythia head and blushed, the tears from her crying clinging to the ends of her long lashes. Handling most of the chores around the cabin with her many talents, she was charming and beloved wherever she went. Though all the dwarves had petite, doll-like faces, Yellow was more adorable than any other, enough to take one’s breath away.
Yellow pressed her lips to the tip of the tail she held in an act of bold seduction, to which Doran smiled in satisfaction and wrapped her tail around Yellow’s neck. Lowering her head, Yellow pressed her face against Doran’s foot. Seeing Yellow so young and youthful, actively showing such affection, Doran laughed heartily, her throat exposed.
Green gave Red a nod. Red, cradling the nearly unconscious Blue, followed Green out of the bedroom.
“Green, close the door.”
Yellow chirped in an airy laugh, burying her face between Doran’s breasts. Green shut the bedroom door firmly while listening to Doran giggle at Yellow’s antics, checking several more times to make sure it was properly closed.
The bedroom grew hot again with lustful heat. Yellow, who had seemed far too young to have experience, moved her body with surprising skill, as if making love had been tailored to her form. Caressing Doran’s body, she blew raspberries on her chest and stomach as they pressed together. Pfft. Pfft. Doran whispered that it tickled, wrapping her arms affectionately around Yellow’s head.
“I was naive to think you were young.”
“Aren’t surprises what make life fun?”
Yellow winked with a round yellow eye, her double eyelids drawing lines.
“Where did you learn to be so impish?”
“Princess, this kind of mischief is something you’re born with.”
Yellow grew even bolder as she licked the Princess’s lips like a cat lapping at water. Cautious yet adorable, her witty words, bold actions, and lovely smile quickly stirred Doran’s hunger to a fever pitch.
“You shouldn’t provoke me any further. I might end up taking everything you have.”
“We’re different from ordinary humans. Please take as much as you wish, Princess.”
Yellow wiped the playful grin from her face and placed a reverent kiss on the Princess’s lips. In that moment, Yellow felt a sudden desire to greet the Princess with the proper courtesy she deserved. To prove herself more than a dwarf from the forest depths, to prove herself worthy of joining with a noble Princess.
When Yellow tried to pull away, Doran cupped Yellow’s cheeks and drew her back, her tongue slipping between Yellow’s lips. The wet sound of tangling tongues grew louder as their kiss deepened, growing more intense. The soft flesh grew hot with friction as they began to explore each other with forceful gropes, every moan leaking between their crushed lips fanning their excitement.
“Why don’t you take this off?”
Doran suggested, clutching Yellow’s cute work clothes in her hand, her voice a quiet whisper, a gentle hint that she had already made her choice. Panting, Yellow grabbed Doran’s hand, which was gripping Yellow’s clothes as if to tear them off.
“Just… Huff… Rip it off. Please tear it off, Princess.”
A yellow pair of overalls, soft like a cotton blanket. Still pressed against Doran’s body, Yellow kicked her feet restlessly. The sight of Yellow eagerly urging her to be so rough was nothing short of mischievous.
Doran briefly paused to adore Yellow’s bratty moans, then gladly tore off Yellow’s clothes in one fell swoop. Tossing the tattered threads aside without a second thought, she made sure not a single scrap remained on Yellow’s body.
Now naked, Yellow curled up between Doran’s legs. Yellow buried her face against Doran’s smooth, slick lips and began to suck and lap and lick, savoring every drop. It was a place no one had ever touched before.
Doran’s face flushed bright red, her body crumbling helplessly under Yellow’s persistent tongue.
“You… you really are…”
Born for this, she murmured with a moan. She grabbed the yellow head moving between her legs and pressed it down toward her trembling core, burying Yellow so deeply against her soft flesh that Yellow could barely breathe, the sweet scent unique to the Princess so deep and dizzying it could drive Yellow mad.
Even as Yellow’s head spun from lack of air, she did not resist the Princess’s forceful hold. Finding it impossible to avoid her power, all she could do was accept her grip.
Her movements growing sluggish from exhaustion, the vigorous thrusts that had been driving into the Princess gradually slowed, her shoulders growing limp.
As if waiting for that moment, the Princess’s long hair reared its head. The strands that had greedily sucked Blue’s essence came alive, each now seemingly with a mind of its own. They slid over Yellow’s narrow back, coiling around her, lower and lower, until gaps no longer showed.
Princess, Yellow tried to call Doran, but the words remained untold. The magic-infused hair had filled every opening in Yellow’s body, plugging every possible hole as the strands began to draw out life force.
Oh God. Yellow could only swallow the exclamation she could not voice. Her long lashes shuddered and fluttered violently at the overwhelming pleasure, causing Yellow to lose herself in thought as she wondered how such sensations were even possible.
Beyond the heightened arousal, she could feel everything inside her being swept away. But there wasn’t any pain, nor regret. Rather, it felt refreshing, and after the lightness passed, a deep fullness filled her body.
That was what it meant to fall for a succubus. The power of a demon that dominated souls.
Doran’s hair forced its way harder between Yellow’s legs. The moving strands thrust deep inside her, making Yellow both laugh and cry, filling the bedroom with her guttural moans. And so Doran freed Yellow’s mouth to let out those sweet groans.
“Princess…! It feels… What are you doing to me? I… Aah!”
“I thought I should repay my naughty little imp with my body in return.”
Yellow felt as though her body had been pierced by a solid pillar of fire, completely bound by heat and not released until she turned to ash. Every bone, every muscle, every organ and vein became proof of pleasure. The body engraved by the succubus’s magic belonged to Yellow, yet it was hers no more.
Yellow realized she could never go back from this experience. And with that realization, she reached a climax too strong to even comprehend as she lost consciousness. Crashing waves of pleasure so intense it felt like her breath had stopped.
Just before Yellow closed her eyes, she saw the Princess’s blacks looking at her with a languid smile. They were like a hot night sky swirling with sticky desire.
Doran withdrew her magic. The long hair that had filled the space between Yellow’s legs receded like a tide. Stroking Yellow’s damp hair, she pulled her tightly into her embrace. Having taken in as much of Yellow’s essence as she could, she hummed contentedly.
“You really are different from ordinary humans. You taste nothing like what I’ve had before. This… The flavor is…”
Doran savored the flavor of Yellow, now sated. She also recalled the taste of Blue from earlier. Blue had been cool and light, while Yellow was hot and sweet.
Doran now imagined how Red would taste and pictured Green’s gaze as she tried to guess Green’s flavor. The desire that had just barely settled flared up once more, sharp enough to pierce in every direction.
“Your Highness, may I come in for a moment?”
A knock sounded at the bedroom door. The handle turned as the door opened, revealing Red.