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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Xrecker
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The taste of wine was quite complex.
To some, it was just bitter. To others, it was sweet enough to numb the tongue.
And the company you kept mattered.
I was so captivated by Camilla’s appearance that I hardly tasted the wine.
She was beautiful even without makeup, but tonight, with a touch of makeup, she was stunning.
In the dim light of the candles, her apricot skin glowed like a jewel.
I focused on the nape of her neck, revealed whenever she tilted her head to drink.
It was a part of her I rarely saw, usually hidden by her maid uniform.
But tonight, in her low-cut nightgown, it was particularly alluring.
“Phew…”
Feeling the alcohol start to take effect, I set down my glass, even though I wasn’t thirsty.
Camilla, as if on cue, did the same and asked, a hint of concern in her voice,
“Are you alright?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m fine.”
Her scent, which I usually didn’t notice, seemed stronger now, amplified by the alcohol.
Slap!
I slapped my cheeks to clear my head and stood up.
I said to Camilla, who was still seated,
“Let’s go to bed.”
She followed me without a word, as always.
I decided to take the initiative before she could.
We had seen everything there was to see of each other. We had done everything but have sex.
What had started as simple sex education had escalated, and after watching me with Dorothea, the floodgates had opened.
The innocent virgin, who had known nothing of sex, was now completely mine.
As she had said when we first began, it was a man’s fantasy come true.
And tonight, we would finally cross the last line.
“How do you feel?”
I asked Camilla, sitting her on the bed.
She nodded, her expression as impassive as ever.
“A little nervous.”
“The alcohol will help you relax. Don’t worry.”
“Yes.”
I caressed her face.
Her features were delicate and soft. Different from Dorothea or Ozma.
She closed her eyes, like a cat, and accepted my touch.
I stroked her face for a while, then held her chin and kissed her. Camilla’s tongue met mine eagerly.
Slurp, smooch, slurp, kiss
Her tongue moved more aggressively than usual, greedily drinking my saliva while sending her own into my mouth.
After a long, three-minute kiss, we parted, a silver thread of saliva stretching between our lips.
Her blue eyes, now glazed with desire, looked up at me.
“…What would you like to do tonight?”
I instinctively looked her up and down.
A succubus’s body was a playground of pleasure.
While she was a master of oral sex, I had something else in mind.
I answered without hesitation.
“Between your breasts.”
Camilla nodded and wrapped her arms around her chest.
Her already ample breasts were now pushed together, creating a deep cleavage.
I was about to do something Dorothea, with her small breasts, couldn’t: a titty-fuck.
The beads of sweat on her cleavage would serve as a good lubricant.
The thin, white camisole she wore became translucent, revealing her voluptuous body.
The saying, “clothed is lewder than naked,” was made for moments like this.
I removed my robe.
I was naked underneath.
I presented my throbbing cock to Camilla, and she smiled, kissing the tip.
Kiss
She then licked her way down my shaft and took my balls into her mouth, rolling them around with her tongue.
She buried her nose in my pubic hair, inhaling deeply, then, satisfied, she let a string of saliva drip onto her cleavage.
Her breasts, now slick with sweat and saliva, were a perfect, natural Fleshlight.
I pushed my cock into the cleavage between her breasts.
Squish
The first thing I felt was an overwhelming softness.
It was a different kind of pleasure than vaginal sex.
I moved my hips, savoring the warm, soft pressure.
Camilla’s breasts slapped against my balls, creating a lewd sound.
This was the second time Camilla had given me a titty-fuck.
While she had been a bit awkward the first time, she was a quick learner and had mastered the technique.
I leaned forward, kissing her.
Slurp, smooch
We confirmed our affection for each other.
Camilla didn’t just move her breasts up and down; she twisted them, applying varying degrees of pressure.
I soon felt myself getting close and, without warning, I came between her breasts.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Camilla, ever the gentle partner, waited patiently for me to finish.
“Phew…”
I pulled back, a wave of post-coital fatigue washing over me. Camilla spread her breasts, revealing the pool of semen between them.
Drip!
The mixture of sweat, saliva, and semen trickled down her chest, a truly arousing sight.
I swallowed hard, and Camilla, satisfied, released her breasts.
Despite having just cum, my cock was already hard again. I gently removed her thin nightgown.
The sheer, almost transparent fabric slipped off her shoulders.
Thud!
Camilla’s naked body was finally revealed.
Her curves, in all the right places, were not just lewd, but almost… holy.
It was an odd thing to say about a succubus, but her body was perfect.
Of all the women I knew, only Gav, in her polymorph form, had such a perfectly proportioned body. And that was a transformation. Camilla’s was natural.
I gently nibbled on her earlobe and then caressed her firm breasts.
Her soft skin yielded to my touch, a heavenly sensation.
I gently rolled her erect nipples between my fingers, stimulating her.
“Haa…”
A soft moan escaped her lips.
I continued my ministrations, moving down to her collarbone, gently biting her.
I felt her body tremble.
She was startled by the new sensation.
I continued exploring her body, searching for the spots that would elicit the most beautiful sounds.
“Kyaa—”
She was sensitive on her stomach, her hips writhing.
“Hnngh—”
Her erogenous zones seemed to be concentrated on her upper body.
“Ahhn♡”
Overwhelmed by the simultaneous stimulation, she cried out.
Her chin tilted back, her toes curling. I came in her hand.
A river of semen filled her palm.
A thick, creamy, almost mousse-like fluid flowed endlessly, filling her hand.
I lay on top of her, our bodies pressed together, and we held each other, unmoving.
We closed our eyes, feeling each other’s heartbeats and breath. I then propped myself up on my hands.
“I’m going in now?”
Camilla nodded, spread her legs, and then, with her own hands, parted her labia.
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