Translator - Zofu
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"Your breast milk is so sweet. It's even tastier than my mother's!"
Is it really the highest praise to say someone else's breast milk tastes better than your own mother's? Not that I know how she could still remember the taste from when she was weaned as a child... But then again, she does have succubus blood running through her veins—so I suppose she could be different from ordinary people.
After tasting my milk, the Princess seemed to lose her mind—she stripped away the thin cloth barely covering my chest and filled both hands with my breasts. My flesh spilled out between her fingers, and she began kneading them as if working dough. I couldn't bring myself to push away her hands, which handled my breasts like they were her own property.
When I softly protested against her rough handling—as if she were squeezing silicone implants—all I got back was a promise to drink her fill of natural breast milk from natural, surgery-free breasts. Whether I protested or played along, I seemed to bring the Princess nothing but joy. She loved it when I protested, calling me presumptuous, and loved it when I responded, calling me good...
"Ah, ah, ah... it hurts... I'm... climaxing from my breasts..."
As she kneaded me so forcefully while eagerly gulping down my milk, a scream escaped my lips. Hah...! To think I'd actually say I'm about to orgasm just from having my breasts played with... Did I just excite her even more? Judging by the Princess's expression, my scream—mixed with moans—must have melted into her ears and aroused her further.
"Hehehe... Go on, climax from your beloved breasts!"
I could see the Princess's pupils trembling wildly. They were the eyes of someone who'd lost all reason. Or... could I even call someone whose blood was half human, half succubus a "person"? And before that—could I call a creature that abandons reason and faithfully obeys only lust a "person"?
Ugh... First my kiss, and now my first vaginal caress, all stolen away like this... Just as she'd indulged in my lips, the Princess spent a long time fondling my breasts, squeezing and pinching them forcefully until she was satisfied, then moved on to the next stage.
The Princess, who'd only put two fingers inside me at the banquet hall, now started with three and violated me even deeper than before. Small moans spilled from my lips against my will. Having never even touched myself, I had no tolerance for the shock of three fingers forcing their way into my tight, clenched vagina.
My flimsy thong offered no protection and was helplessly pushed aside. My lower lips parted like mouth lips, obediently accepting the Princess's fingers. Schlick, schlick... the love juices I'd secreted clung to her fingers, making incredibly lewd sounds. The pleasure radiating from below gave me goosebumps, and my whole body trembled.
The Princess leisurely watched my moans grow louder, then took a big bite of my other breast and indulged in my milk again. She wasn't even a baby—she was all grown up—so how could she love my milk this much...
My pink nipples seemed to respond to the Princess's expectations, producing more and more milk. My vagina was likewise drenched, so the Princess's fingers were soon covered in sticky, sweet-smelling liquid.
Unable to endure her thrusting fingers any longer, I finally burst—the dam broke. An enormous "Aaaaah—" erupted from my mouth, completely unrestrained. To think I could come this hard from just four fingers... Ughhh...
"Oh dear, the night is still so long and you've already come? So my Makki is the weak type? I like that. I'll have fun playing with you."
The Princess left the bedsheet soaked with my fluids behind, and before the aftershocks could even fade, she pulled her fingers from my pussy and began tormenting my sensitive, swollen clitoris. Ugh... The truth was, I'd already climaxed once from my breasts just moments before. With another wave of orgasm now sweeping through my mind, I couldn't hold back my moans any longer.
Then, she roughly tore off the black lingerie—what she called "bride concept" lingerie—and pounced on my nearly naked body. In an instant, I became a masochistic sow pinned beneath her, nothing more than a creature that could only moan.
The Princess's pussy was already soaked from the banquet hall, aroused just from looking at me, and since the shape of our openings matched perfectly, our two pussies fit together like puzzle pieces.
Once even that scant covering was gone, the Princess's breasts—previously wrapped in black lingerie—proved to be no small size either. If mine were about a 70F cup, the Princess's looked to be a 75D cup...? Even by eye, that seemed about right. I couldn't know for sure, but one thing was clear: the Princess's chest size had far surpassed the average for a sixteen-year-old girl.
Demon wings sprouting from behind her shoulders, a tail swaying behind her hips, horns that had grown from her hair at some point... these were things I didn't have. I didn't particularly dislike those physical traits, impossible to find in a pure human. If anything, it felt like we were doing cosplay play, plunging me into strange emotions... or something like that?
The Princess's nipples and lower lips were pink like mine, but unlike me—who had a mole under my right breast and on the right side of my groin—the Princess had moles on her left breast and left groin. In this position, I couldn't see well, but since two overlapped... did she have one under her left buttock too? I have another mole under my right buttock... Ugh... why am I even curious about such things...!
Since one had moles on the left and the other on the right, pressing our bodies together like this created an unexpected effect of matching them up... Ahh... aahhh... hnggghh... my massive breasts were crushed against the Princess's considerable chest, making it hard to even breathe.
Hah, hah... But even in this moment of difficult breathing, my brain—without stopping for even a single second—kept pumping out pleasure hormones. To feel pleasure from asphyxiation... I couldn't bring myself to refuse the hormones' command, and I found myself hoping the Princess would stay on top of me like this forever.
"Ahh... my Kaldir... no, Makki... you're so cute... No one can take you away from me. Yes... you and I are together forever now..."
As she spoke those words and was about to start grinding her perfectly-aligned hips roughly against my pelvis, a protective instinct—or something—made an especially concentrated seductive pheromone erupt from between my breasts. The Princess, hit head-on by it, collapsed right on top of me.
That was close. I almost had my purity defiled on the very first day I met the Princess... Though with her power now engraved on my lower abdomen as a mark, I couldn't hold onto my purity forever anyway—but to let it go like this... seemed too soon.
For some reason, I felt regret... No, why was I even regretting this? Just kissing another girl was already crossing the line...
First my kiss, then my first caress, my first orgasm—all stolen by the Princess—and yet I still want to protect my purity... I'm a strange one. I've already had everything but my purity taken by the Princess, so what is there to hesitate about...
Just as the Princess fell for me at first sight, I too was developing feelings for her... I could willingly offer my purity to the Princess... Those thoughts began to surface. I gently stroked the Princess's hair, which had returned to its usual blonde as she lay collapsed on top of me. Even her sleeping form was beautiful.
Hehehe... I wonder what about me pleased her so much... But I can't stay pinned under the Princess forever... As I tried to extract myself from beneath her... Ugh...! The Princess had clearly fainted, addicted to the pheromones pouring from my body...!
Even unconscious, the Princess found my nipple and bit down hard with her teeth, sucking the milk in long draws. As she did, she let out mezzo-soprano range moans. Was her body instinctively moving to restore its strength while unconscious, consuming my milk to recover...? At this rate... I can't get away...!
Ugh... I can't wake her when she's sleeping like this... Ahh, it hurts... but... it feels good... Ahh, ugh... Moans in different vocal ranges spilled from both our mouths. The soprano-range moans flowing from Kaldir's lips harmonized with the Princess's voice.
Right... Should I stay like this a little longer so the Princess can regain her strength? After all, I was partly responsible for her state. Kaldir remained pinned under the Princess for a while, making excuses while secretly enjoying herself.
After a long while, when the Princess finally took her mouth off my chest and began to softly snore, I carefully extracted myself as exhaustion set in. Though the Princess wasn't that heavy—fitting her sleek figure—it was stifling to just lie there pinned down...
I carefully placed her head on a pillow so she wouldn't wake, then lay down beside her, facing her. I thought about letting her use my breasts as a pillow, but... today had already been quite an ordeal.
I'm tired... Someone with superpowers like mine shouldn't feel fatigue at all. I'll just sleep and think about it tomorrow morning... Ugh... Kaldir chose to seek sleep next to the Princess who'd driven her so hard, rather than avoid her... but sleep didn't come easily.
"I wonder... there's no sound coming from inside... I hope the Princess is alright..."
"I clearly saw horns and wings... but was that really the Princess? It looked like her, but her hair and eyes were pink, not blonde."
The maids gathered before the Princess's door, whispering about the wings, horns, and tail they'd seen on the Princess earlier, and questioning who that woman was who'd followed her inside. But since there was a strict order not to enter until summoned, they eventually dispersed after their chatter fizzled out.
The soundproofing was truly impressive. I pressed my ear against the door, curious about what was happening inside, but I couldn't even hear breathing. Though for a room where the Princess resided, this level of soundproofing might be expected...
As the maids scattered with a strange sense of disappointment, rumors began to spread: that the Princess was actually homosexual, a "hybrid human (human + other race)," and that she'd taken some unknown blonde-haired woman into her room last night and hadn't come out for hours.
"Maybe... that's why she's never dated any men."
"Now all the questions are answered. The puzzle pieces fit perfectly."
"Oh my, maybe... the Princess is playing around with that woman? We can't even ask..."
Whether they knew about the rumors spreading throughout the palace all night or not, the Princess and Kaldir remained glued together until morning. Lying in one bed, their bodies tightly embraced, they looked like lovers who'd been together for years.
As pleasant morning sunlight filtered through the curtains covering the window, Kaldir was the first to wake. Was the Princess still unable to awaken? Ugh... I can't even control these pheromones pouring from my own body. What am I supposed to do?
Perhaps being exposed to my pheromones all night left her no chance to recover... Ugh... the Princess's hand rose to my chest, gripping my breast tightly. Is she awake? I gently grabbed her arm and shook it. She didn't open her eyes.
Without opening her eyes, she now pressed her cheek against my breast and rubbed. Then she buried her nose in my cleavage and began sucking my milk even more powerfully. What is this? But I am her servant, marked by the Princess's seal. For now, I just watch.
Ugh... mmm... sleepy... I'm finally getting sleepy. Having climaxed so many times from the Princess's rough touch while just lying here watching over her, drowsiness was setting in. Maybe I should lie down beside the Princess and try to sleep too...
"Aaah... P-Princess? You must have fainted..."
"What are you talking about? You're the one who fainted. I woke up earlier than you."
When Kaldir opened her eyes, the Princess—whom she'd thought had fainted—was still on top of her body... and the dildo the Princess was wearing was still buried deep inside her own vagina. Hah... ahh... So it wasn't the Princess who fainted, it was me... The aftermath of the pussy shaking that hit me all at once as I returned from dreamspace to reality felt like my mind was melting.
When... exactly did I lose consciousness? First I had my breasts pleasured by the Princess, then our pussies rubbed together, then I briefly lost my mind, and when I came to, I was being pounded by a 30-centimeter dildo... I'd experienced who-knows-how-many orgasms... Aaaah... At this rate... I might pass out again...♥
"Don't tell me you fainted and were dreaming? How far did you go...? I was so bored while you were unconscious that I just kept moving the dildo inside your pussy..."
The Princess had hit the mark exactly. Ah! How could she read my mind so well? Now that I was awake, she clearly intended to pick up where she left off—she forced me onto my stomach and pressed a large, thick dildo against my ass crack. My front virginity was already long gone... N-now my back virginity too...?
"Aaah... T-that's not a hole for sex, Princess..."
My wrists were still bound in an X-shape, and after repeated climaxes, my legs had gone weak—I had no way to avoid the Princess inserting the dildo into my anus. Still, I tried to escape using my elbows and knees, desperate to avoid having my ass attacked...
"If you're not going to use that anus that gaped so lewdly when you were getting creampied in your pussy, then when, where, and how exactly are you planning to use it? Come on, get wrecked with another creampie in your ass!"
The Princess grabbed my waist once more and thrust the dildo into my anal hole in one go. Uhaaah...♥ W-what... is this... it feels even better than my front pussy... As the narrower anal hole was forced open, even the last bit of strength remaining in my body melted away.
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