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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Xrecker
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The drinking session with Camilla was surprisingly enjoyable.
Of course, having a beautiful woman pour you drinks was always enjoyable, but she was also a surprisingly good listener.
Her expressionless face was something I had gotten used to, but her small gasps of admiration and applause whenever I recounted my past exploits made the stories more engaging.
We chatted and drank, and before I knew it, the bottle of wine was nearly empty.
Considering I was the only one drinking, I had had quite a bit.
I looked at Camilla, feeling slightly tipsy.
“?”
She tilted her head, her face as beautiful as ever.
As expected of a succubus.
Even without trying, she had a talent for captivating men.
I wasn’t in the mafia, but a dark desire began to stir within me.
I finished the remaining wine in my glass and set it down on the table.
“It’s getting late. You should go.”
“Already?”
“What do you mean, ‘already’? It’s been a while.”
I pointed to the clock on the wall.
It was almost 10 PM.
She had arrived at my room around 8 PM, so it had been nearly two hours.
Camilla hesitated, then set down the wine bottle.
“Um, Master Kaldrash?”
“Yes?”
“You’ve been away from the Demon Lord’s castle for a while. You must be… backed up.”
“…”
While I had been having lewd thoughts, I hadn’t expected her to be so forward.
I mumbled, trying to hide my embarrassment,
“Was it that obvious?”
Camilla nodded.
“Yes. You looked at my breasts seven times and my thighs ten times while we were drinking.”
I had thought I was being subtle, but I had been mistaken.
Ignoring my embarrassment, she said in a calm voice,
“The real reason I came here was to help you relieve your… urges. You’ve done so much for me.”
Camilla placed a hand on her chest.
“Ancient warriors would relieve their tension by sleeping with a woman before a battle.”
Her fingers undid the buttons of her maid uniform one by one.
“Tonight, I’ll help you release your pent-up desire.”
The buttons came undone, revealing Camilla’s ample breasts, encased in a black bra.
They were already quite large, but the push-up bra made them look even bigger.
She took my hand and placed it on her breast.
Squish
A heavenly sensation.
The softness and warmth, like touching silk, made me sigh in admiration.
She looked at me, her eyes boring into mine.
“Tonight, you can do whatever you want with my body.”
Camilla’s blue eyes gleamed with a seductive light.
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I kissed her.
Like a man who had found an oasis in the desert, I drank her saliva greedily.
A succubus’s bodily fluids were both a tonic and an aphrodisiac, capable of seducing and arousing.
“Mmph, mmm, mph.”
We kissed for a long time, until Camilla, struggling for breath, turned her head away.
“Phew!”
I released her lips and brushed her sweat-dampened hair from her face.
Her hair, shimmering in the moonlight, looked like molten silver.
It was a captivating sight.
I kissed her earlobes and neck, my hands caressing her full breasts.
She was already aroused, her nipples hard and erect.
I rolled her nipples between my fingers and pushed her breasts upwards.
Her lingerie was long gone, and her white breasts were inches from my face.
I said to her,
“Camilla, would you like to suck on them yourself?”
Camilla hesitated for a moment, then, with a determined expression, brought her own breast to her lips.
“!”
Her eyebrows twitched.
She was already so sensitive.
Sucking on her own breast must have felt different from being sucked on by someone else.
I smiled and did the same, bringing my lips to her other breast.
Our tongues danced around her erect nipples.
I felt her tremble with excitement.
Perhaps she was feeling a sense of transgression from this unfamiliar act.
After a while, I pulled back to catch my breath.
Camilla, pushing her other breast towards me, looked at me with pleading eyes.
Her blatant invitation made my cock throb, almost bursting from my pants.
“Camilla, that’s enough with your breasts. How about you suck on mine now?”
Camilla, as if waiting for those words, nodded and knelt before me.
She unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.
It was already hard, engorged to its full size.
A dark shadow fell across Camilla’s small face, a result of the dim candlelight.
“…Then, if you’ll excuse me.”
Camilla gently held my cock with her gloved hands.
Having practiced numerous times during our sex education lessons, she was now quite skilled.
Anyone watching her would never believe she was a virgin.
She stroked my shaft with a quick, practiced rhythm, and as a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip, she lowered her head and sucked it up.
The sensation made me shiver, and Camilla, meeting my gaze with a smile, took my cock into her mouth.
Her cheeks hollowed.
The sudden suction made me gasp.
The blowjob was her specialty.
Having honed her skills through countless hours of practice, her mouth was truly a natural Fleshlight.
Slurp, suck, smooch, suck
She formed a ring with her thumb and index finger, stroking my foreskin while mouthing the tip.
Her teeth grazed against my cock, not by accident, but intentionally, the pressure just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through me without causing any pain.
“I’m cumming!”
Unable to hold back any longer, I unleashed my load into her mouth.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
A thick, milky fluid filled her small mouth.
Camilla swallowed it without hesitation.
I wouldn’t have minded if she had spit it out, but she always swallowed.
“Isn’t it bitter?”
I asked, a slightly repulsed expression on my face. Camilla replied that it was surprisingly palatable.
“It tastes like raw eggs.”
That was information I didn’t need.
Anyway, after swallowing everything, Camilla stood up.
I watched her, curious, as she unhooked her skirt.
It slid down her legs, leaving her bottomless. She grabbed my still-hard cock and asked,
“You’re not satisfied yet, are you?”
I nodded.
“Not really.”
“Since I can’t do insertion, I’ll pleasure you with a thigh-job instead.”
She pushed me back onto the bed.
I didn’t resist.
Lying on my back, I stared at the ceiling as Camilla climbed on top of me. She placed her hands on my chest and asked,
“Am I heavy?”
I shook my head.
“Not at all.”
“That’s good to hear.”
Camilla nodded in satisfaction and began moving her hips.
I had taught her how to do a thigh-job just a week ago.
Having taught her most of what I knew about sex, and since she couldn’t do insertion, I had taught her this as an alternative.
Through her white pantyhose, I could see her light pubic hair, already damp with arousal.
She was just as excited as I was.
I placed my hands behind my head, and Camilla, sensing my intent, said nervously,
“Then, I’ll begin.”
Her wet pussy, clad in white pantyhose, began to rub against my cock.
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