Sweet Words, Sweet Wiles

The origins of the Demon King's army stretch back into distant antiquity. Through repeated collapse and consolidation from warfare, no one remains who knows its full history.

Put simply, it was a coalition army formed to unite various clans that differed even in appearance. To oppose the humans who comprised the overwhelming majority of the continent, they fought over limited territory.

Though they currently maintain a standoff with the Witchlands as the boundary, not a moment in these past several centuries has passed without power struggles.

It was only in the last hundred years that half-breeds like Charlotte and Aery began to rise to prominence amid the wars.

This was because the current Demon King began recognizing half-demons as demons and employing them as useful military assets.

To the older generations, half-demons were essentially untrustworthy neighbors. That they gained a certain degree of status through opportunities to distinguish themselves could be called an achievement of the current Demon King—Gardel Grond.

On the other hand, for half-demons who didn't desire to fight, this was nothing but trouble. It was said that quite a few half-demons lived in seclusion, avoiding involvement with others.

Among them, Charlotte was one of the former—and the most successful of all.

A peerless witch who could effortlessly wield numerous tactical and even strategic-level spells. A veteran who clawed her way up from common soldier to commander, with countless experiences serving as a defensive general. Her prowess was said to be such that she could annihilate an attacking battalion with a single strike.

For such a woman, her feelings toward the Demon King were complicated.

It was true that her abilities were recognized and she was pulled up from obscurity, but she was never given opportunities to go on the offensive.

Whispers said that her "monstrous strength" was feared, and that was why she had been sent to the Witchlands. That was why Charlotte felt it was a "demotion."

Her position was a mirror image of Almaeira's former situation.

Revered by the people as the nation-saving "Saintess," yet shunned by those in power and ultimately executed.

Almaeira was resurrected by the Demon King's hand after death—but what would become of Charlotte?

Though admittedly, it would take exceptional circumstances for Charlotte to die in battle.

"Hah… ngh, kuh…!"

Charlotte was deeply shaken.

Under normal circumstances, she would never reflect on her own position. If days like before continued, she would have been perfectly content with that.

And yet.

That peace had been utterly destroyed by the man before her.

"You're making a difficult face. Come on, relax."

"… Ngh… shut up… hah, ahhh…"

Her voluptuous breasts were kneaded by Yoal's hands, squishing and changing shape freely.

The soft breast flesh was worked over by his rough hands. Aided by the slickness of the scented oil, the smooth caresses drew a sweet sigh from Charlotte.

"Just be good and feel it. I won't hurt you."

"Don't… mess with me… this humiliation… ngh, ugh…"

"Acting tough will only make it harder on you later, you know…"

Squelch, squelch, schlick, schlick.

A single finger inserted into Charlotte's vaginal opening rubbed in small strokes against the upper vaginal wall—the vaginal ceiling.

Her vagina was already overflowing with copious love juices. Every time Yoal moved his finger, lewd sounds echoed, and Charlotte blushed up to her ears with embarrassment.

The sensitivity of her vaginal membrane was already extremely heightened. Even slow friction made her vaginal flesh tremble as she felt it, and she couldn't help but clench around the finger.

Thanks to her trained body, Charlotte's grip was exceptionally tight. She clenched his finger so firmly that she wouldn't let it go. The pad of his finger pressed flush against her vaginal ceiling, and the result was her greedily devouring even more pleasure.

"Fuh… nn, ngh, kuh…"

"Yeah. Just close your eyes like that. Focus only on the sensations in your body."

"… Ngh, kuh, hah… ah, ahh…"

His voice should have provoked resistance, yet she somehow found herself drawn in. His words crept into her mind as if seeping in, and her body naturally obeyed.

The caresses to her vaginal opening were thoroughly deliberate, delicate. But the hands kneading her breasts were sometimes boldly aggressive.

Scooped up from the base of her breast mound, then covered from above, her bountifully springy soft flesh was cupped in the man's hands, his fingers slowly sinking in. Kneaded with the gentlest pressure, her breasts jiggled and bounced as he pleased.

Powerful yet precise fingerwork that stimulated her sensitive mammary glands.

Sweat began to bead on Charlotte's breast skin, mingling with the slick scented oil. Her soft breasts were flushed with healthy heat, making the tips stand even more erect. The pert pink buds were constantly teased by his fingertips, never ceasing to transmit pleasure.

"Ahh… ngh, ahh, nn, kuh, ah, ahh…"

The moment he pinched her nipple, the finger inside her vagina gave a small movement.

While her nipple was rolled and kneaded, his finger crawled around inside her vagina as if exploring.

The sharp pleasure from her nipple and the slowly permeating pleasure from inside her vagina connected, simultaneously melting Charlotte's mind.

"Every part of you has gotten sensitive—that's what that drug does, so it's only natural."

"This… I'm not… feeling good… ah, ahhh…"

Her ample breast flesh was kneaded and worked, her nipples stimulated in succession—Charlotte savored the pleasure of having her breasts toyed with through her entire body.

This was repeated over and over on both breasts. The evenly distributed, perfectly balanced pleasure felt good. The woman couldn't help but let sweet sighs escape, her voice rising in a daze. Her restrained legs tensed taut, and the clenching inside her vagina only intensified.

Her nipples, slick with scented oil, were rolled and rubbed while her vaginal flesh squeezed tightly around the man's finger. Her vaginal entrance clamped down as if biting at his fingertip, and a spurt of love nectar overflowed from the edge of her opening.

Yoal continued moving his finger without pause, stirring every corner of her vaginal interior. He stroked not only her vaginal ceiling but her posterior vaginal wall and even her lateral walls without exception.

With persistent thoroughness, as if rubbing her love juices into her honey pot, he made her vaginal membrane savor carnal delight at a leisurely pace.

"Everyone becomes like this. That's just how it is. So, it can't be helped."

"Ah, ah, ah… ngh, kuh… ugh, ughhh…"

Everyone. It can't be helped. Because she was drugged, it was only natural to feel good.

The lewd excuses echoed over and over in her mind. She naturally repeated words she shouldn't have been able to accept. Even shaking her head in denial did nothing to stop the relentless pleasure being poured into her. His single finger pumped back and forth in small strokes, her vaginal hole being spread open with wet sounds—every vaginal wall, up, down, left, and right, was rubbed and stirred evenly. The pleasure in her vaginal opening sharpened into bliss moment by moment, and each time, her lewd nub swelled larger and harder.

"Let's have you come once for now. I need to make you come until your mind goes blank."

"… Huh…?"

In the instant she was completely dazed from the pleasure in her vaginal opening and breasts, drool dribbling from the corner of her mouth—

Yoal pressed his love-juice-coated thumb against her clitoris, tapping it from above.

"—Ngh! Hih…!"

Instantly, Charlotte's entire body tensed as if sweet numbness was racing through her.

Her back arched nearly bow-like, but the restraints kept her from jumping up, and she fell back onto the sheets.

"Kah… you're clenching so tight inside."

Her clitoris was still half-covered by its hood, yet even so, the intensity of the pleasure was considerable.

The thumb that had only touched for an instant pulled away, trailing a thread of nectar, but her vaginal hole clenched around his fingertip as if demanding more pleasure.

"Ah… kuh, it's coming, this… ah, ahh…"

"Hmm. You like this?"

"N-no, I don't… like it… my voice, my voice is just… coming out…"

Sweet moans spilled out incessantly, even her breath carrying a lewdly moist heat. With her hands restrained, Charlotte had no way to suppress her voice. Every time her slender throat trembled, she blushed crimson with shame.

"Don't worry about it. You screamed plenty earlier too."

"… N-no, don't… bring that up, no… ngh, ahh, ahh…"

He caressed her clitoris with light tapping motions of his thumb.

Brushing against it softly as if applying her love juices, then pulling away, only to press against it again before she knew it. The uninterrupted gentle stimulation made her clitoris twitch in delicate spasms. The more she felt the sharp pleasure in her flower bud, the tighter her vaginal hole clenched, firmly gripping Yoal's middle finger.

His fingertip slowly rubbed her vaginal walls. The sticky nectar splashed with wet sounds, soaking the sheets thoroughly. As her clitoris was gently rolled and rubbed, Charlotte's entire lower body trembled with sweet numbness.

"Ah… ahh, I'm coming, I'm coming… I'm going to… cum, ah, ahhhh…"

"… Can't be helped. Here, bite down."

Her clitoris was pressed tightly, and Charlotte squeezed her vaginal flesh around him even harder.

While her slender hips twitched in spasms, the man's fingers were presented before her face. They lightly grazed her lips, moistening the soft membrane with saliva.

"Fah… ah, nn, fuh… nn…"

Lost in the pleasure of having her secret bud and vaginal flesh kneaded, Charlotte took his fingers into her mouth almost unconsciously. Her thoughts were being dyed white by the approaching climax, and she sucked on the man's fingers.

"… That's right. Keep sucking like that. I'll torment your pussy for as long as you keep sucking."

"Nn… ngh, ugh… nn, chuu… chu, pah… chuu…"

His words no longer reached her ears. Only the sound of his voice seeped into her mind, and she obediently nodded along. Her soft lips sucked on his fingers, her tongue gently tracing his fingertips.

All the while, the pleasure welling up from her crotch didn't stop. Her love-juice-soaked clitoris was lightly pressed with his thumb, while her honey pot was thoroughly hollowed out by his middle finger alone. Her love juices that had filled her vagina were scooped out and then thrust back in, her fresh vaginal membrane being tormented.

Carefully aroused over time through gentle caresses, her mind was already blank. Her tightly narrowed vaginal walls squeezed and kneaded the man's finger, twitching in small spasms.

"Nnn, chuu… chumm, chuu… nnn, mm… I'm cu-, nnuuu… I'm coming, I'm-, I'm cummiiiing…"

"Good. Come on, just cum. It's only natural to cum when your pussy gets stirred up. You can cum whenever you want, as much as you want—"

She nodded along to his whispered voice. Her sucking suddenly intensified—chu, chup, chuu. Her lips clung sweetly to his fingers, her melted membrane refusing to let go. Leaking sweet, moist breaths while absorbed in sucking his fingers, Charlotte's entire body went rigid.

At that moment, her swollen clitoris was thoroughly kneaded, and from the inside, her vaginal ceiling was firmly rubbed.

"I'm-, I'm coming, I'm cummiiiing… nnn, chuu, nnmm… chupa, nn, chuu…—nnmuuuuuu～～～～!"

Twitch—twitch twitch, twitch!

Charlotte's lower body convulsed wildly as she shamelessly writhed in the waves of climax washing over her.

Her melted flesh ridges squeezed and gripped his finger in small pulses. Her vaginal folds undulated in complex patterns, clinging to it, engulfing the finger herself. All the while, sprays of lewd nectar gushed out, forming a small puddle in the man's palm.

Though voiceless, her expression was eloquent. Her brows drooped as she soaked in pleasure, her chest heaving while sweat beaded on her forehead. Her eyelids remained squeezed shut, a single streak of pleasure-tears trickling from the corner of her eye.

"… There, there, you came. Stay like that and keep cumming for a while. The good feelings are still coming, right?"

"—Nn, ngh… nn, chuu… chumm, chuu… chupa, chuuu…"

Charlotte nodded slightly, her entire body trembling in small shivers. She sucked on Yoal's fingers again as if clinging to them, intoxicated by the waves of sweet pleasure.

The more her upper lips sucked, the tighter her vaginal hole clenched around his finger. Her fully erect clitoris pushed aside its hood, exposing the bare head. Caught between his index finger and thumb and kneaded, thick love juices burbled from deep in her vagina. The slightly clouded nectar coated Yoal's fingers, clinging to them thickly.

"… How long are you going to keep sucking? Are you a baby?"

"Nn, fuu… nn, chuu… chupa, chuu… nnmm, chupa…"

Yoal matched Charlotte's clenching rhythm, slowly rubbing her vaginal walls. He caressed every corner without exception—from her vaginal ceiling to the sides to the posterior wall. He even stroked and squeezed her hard, pointed clitoris, precisely cornering her arousal.

Charlotte flushed every time her vaginal membrane was scraped, her entire body going limp with pleasure. Paying no mind to his chiding words, she clung to him needily, absorbed in sucking his fingers.

"—Well, fine. Keep holding them in your mouth."

"Nnmm, nn… nn… chuu, puh…"

Charlotte pressed her tongue against his fingertips as if to say she would have even without being told.

This was surely proof that her thinking was beginning to go numb.

The afterglow of ecstasy savored inside her vagina—she soaked in the sweet numbness filling her entire body, writhing without thinking. With her limbs restrained and no escape, her female reproductive organs were toyed with as he pleased. There was no other torment so humiliating, so embarrassing—and yet so sweetly pleasurable.

At that moment, Yoal looked down at her and whispered.

"So, how about it? Are you ready to make a decision?"

"… Nnah… nn, chuu… nn, ngh…?"

She kissed his fingertip with a soft sound, tilting her head while still dazed from the remnants of ecstasy.

After several moments, Charlotte remembered—why this was being done to her. What Yoal wanted. What decision he was trying to make her reach.

And she slowly shook her head. No matter how much she was driven mad with pleasure, she hadn't lost so much reason that she couldn't weigh gains and losses.

"I see. That's unfortunate, then…"

"…! Ngh, nnn…!"

Charlotte reflexively tensed, then was bewildered by her own reflex.

Had she been afraid of Yoal going to Almaeira? Or had she not wanted him to leave her?

That couldn't be. Her reason said there was no way she could be wanting this man. But she could no longer make accurate judgments herself.

Yoal looked straight at Charlotte, and at the same time, penetrated her vaginal flesh with two fingers—his middle and index fingers.

Charlotte's honey pot easily accepted the thicker insertion, wrapping around it with a soft squeeze.

"Let's cum again. If that doesn't work, then again. And if that still doesn't work, then again—as many times as it takes, I'll make your pussy cum even better than before."

"… Ngh… nn… nn, chuu…"

A shudder ran through her spine, goosebumps rising from sweet numbness. Her blue-green eyes melted in an instant, and her vaginal flesh squeezed and clenched around his fingers.

The man's two fingertips sank deep into her vaginal ceiling. While he scraped there at a leisurely pace, her exposed clitoris was firmly captured by the pad of his thumb. Her slick flesh bud was mercilessly rubbed, and Charlotte went wild, eyes flying wide with pleasure.

"—Ngh! Nnn, ughhh, nn, chuu, chupa, chuu… I'm coming, I'm coming…!"

"Yeah, cum. Just cum. You can't hold back when your clit's being played with, right? It can't be helped if you cum right away, right?"

"Nn, chuu… n-no, ahh… ahnnn, I'm coming, I'm coming! I'm cummiiiing…! Chuu, nnn, chuu…"

She couldn't endure it right after experiencing climax. Her pre-ovulation body, already sensitive, had been aroused with aphrodisiac, carefully caressed, and heightened before this sweet pleasure-climax. A single climax was never going to quench that heat. Charlotte reached her peak again in no time at all.

Her sensitivity was clearly keener than before, the pleasure she was made to taste deep enough to drown in. Every time her swollen nub was kneaded, pleasure like sweet electricity burst and scattered, scrambling her mind completely.

"… Nn, fuuuu… nn, chuu… nnmm, chuuu… I'm-, fuuuu… chupa, nn, ngh…"

Twitch, twitch twitch, twitch. Her love juices splashed everywhere as Charlotte savored her climax comfortably. Her vaginal membrane grew even slicker with nectar, his fingers moving freely to stir every corner of her vagina. When his fingertips pressed as if pushing against her vaginal sides, she arched her back again.

"If you don't decide soon, you'll be made to cum again. You can't hold back anyway, so why not give in early?"

"… Ngh… ngh, nnngh…!"

Still dazed from the afterglow of climax, she had no strength in her body at all. Even so, Charlotte's eyes glared at Yoal in rejection. Weakened as she was, she still had plenty of stamina. She wouldn't be exhausted from repeated climaxes.

But he just said "Is that so" nonchalantly and began slowly moving his fingers inside her vagina.

"… Or do you want me to make you cum more?"

"…! Ngh, ngh, kuh… nn, ughhh… ah, ah, ahh…"

Squelch, squelch, squelch. Yoal's fingers opened like scissors inside her vagina, spreading Charlotte's sensitive flesh wide. The pressure melted into pleasure that slowly seeped in, and she squirmed her hips restlessly.

Her wide eyes wavered like the surface of water. She couldn't hide her bewilderment at his whispered words. Then, with merciless finger technique, her clitoris was stroked from root to tip, and Charlotte sobbed half-crazed.

"That's fine too. I'll just keep doing this until you become honest."

"That's… ah, kuh… ngh, nnn… chupa, nn, chuu… I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm cumming…! I'm coming, I'm cummiiiiiing～～～～!"

Twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch.

Charlotte's vaginal walls enveloped Yoal's fingers. She clenched tight enough to close his spread fingers entirely, her flesh folds writhing intensely.

Releasing his fingers from her lips in carnal bliss, Charlotte cried out in a sweet voice as she came wildly. Her expression softened with pleasure as love nectar spurted freely from her honey hole.

And while she wallowed deeply in ecstasy—Yoal also continued to torment her clitoris as if to prolong the sweet afterglow. Her exposed secret bud remained fully erect, and every time it was rolled and rubbed, Charlotte squirted and moaned sweetly.