Succubus Prison

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He put his arm around his sister and slowly walked towards a relatively secluded corner covered with the thickest hay. Freya watched this scene from horseback and couldn't help but purse her lips, but the work still had to continue.

This nature-themed gathering is just getting started.

Freya's movements on horseback became increasingly daring. She even leaned back, her long, purple-dyed hair cascading down onto the horse's glossy rump, her slender legs clamping tightly around the horse's belly, letting out a high-pitched and satisfied groan.

The Marquise, however, had long since abandoned her initial caution. No longer content with the friction of the hay, she buried herself almost wildly in a huge haystack, like some kind of burrowing animal digging a hole, revealing only her fair, smooth back and round, snow-white buttocks.

She twisted and turned, letting the rough grass stalks scrape against every inch of her sensitive skin. Each friction made her groan uncontrollably, as if she were enduring some kind of extreme torture, or perhaps enjoying supreme pleasure. Goddess, how come she didn't know that crawling through haystacks was so much fun? How much joy had she missed in her boring first half of life!

On the other side, El had already led his sister to the corner covered with thick hay, and gentle kisses kept falling on her cheeks and lips.

Phantom Satella asked knowingly, "You little rascal, what are you doing bringing your sister to a secluded place like this?"

"Sister, it's too noisy outside. I just want to find a quiet place to hold you tight." As he spoke, his hand slid down her back, caressing her plump, round buttocks. "I've always been curious, you know, are you still a virgin?"

In terms of memory, no, because the phantom Satella shares memories with the original; in terms of body, no, because she perfectly replicates every detail of Satella's body, including her private parts and erogenous zones. However, she has never been truly penetrated by her brother.

She murmured, "I think it should count."

The thick, soft hay in the corner blocked out some of the noise, filtering out the groans, screams, snorting of horses, and hoofbeats into a more distant and alluring background sound.

At this moment, El was like a wicked factory owner, excitedly embracing his beloved virgin sister in a passionate embrace under the open sky, while simultaneously exploiting his employees. In this decadent revelry filled with desire, Freya acted as the priestess of this ritual, dancing alluringly and working diligently for her unscrupulous boss's happy life.

Chapter 127 Rewards for Diligent Work

The haystack in the corner became a temporary Eden for El and the phantom Satella.

Under El's gentle kisses and possessive caresses, Phantom Satella's tense body gradually softened, and the jealousy in her pink eyes was replaced by lust.

Her body also had an instinctive and profound memory and desire for her brother's touch, and at this moment, in the simple outdoor setting, this desire was ignited even more thoroughly.

El loosened her clothes, exposing her plump, snow-white skin to the warm, magical light, creating a striking visual contrast with the golden hay beneath her.

He leaned down, his tongue lingering on her sensitive neck and collarbone, eliciting soft moans from her. As his hands covered her full breasts and skillfully kneaded her erect nipples, Phantom Satella was completely captivated, offering her lips to him in a passionate kiss.

Soon, El's hand slipped under her skirt, heading straight for the target. His fingertips slid across the smooth inner thigh, easily probing into that already wet and hot secret place, feeling the full tightness, heat, and throbbing inside.

"Hmm...come in." Phantom Satella tilted her head back, her neck taut, and let out a broken moan. Her body rose and fell with the rhythm of his fingers, the dry grass beneath her making a soft rubbing sound, mixed with her sweet panting.

As he gazed at his sister's amorous expression, El slowly entered her, his heart filled with satisfaction and a desire for conquest.

He patiently pleased the older sister, who was experiencing this for the first time, until he felt she was nearing her limit, at which point he suddenly increased the intensity and speed.

Phantom Satella's body trembled violently, letting out a high-pitched and short scream. Her pink eyes stared blankly at the towering beam, before she collapsed into the haystack, panting heavily and covered in sweat.

El held her tightly in his arms, feeling the subtle spasms in her body after her orgasm.

"Sister...you look beautiful tonight," he whispered in her ear.

Phantom Satella leaned lazily against him, her pink eyes half-closed. The pleasure of her recent orgasm had washed away all her dissatisfaction, leaving only a feeling of being filled.

"Is she (the real person) even more beautiful?"

El pretended to be confused, "How could Freya compare to my sister?"

Phantom Satella was speechless, and looked into the distance at the noblewomen who were still indulging in wild revelry. At this moment, she felt that they were as insignificant as background figures.

El's gaze also passed over them and landed in the center of the stable.

At this moment, Freya had dismounted from her horse and was being teased by several bold noblewomen. She handled them with ease using her social skills, but her pink eyes would occasionally drift absentmindedly towards this corner.

Tonight, she can be said to have perfectly completed the task assigned by her master, pushing this "liberation of nature and return to nature" ritual to its climax. The decadent and lustful atmosphere in the air was so intense that it almost became tangible, further enhancing El's authority.

A gentle smile appeared on El's lips. He gently kissed the forehead of his sister in his arms, then tenderly stroked her long, slender horns, and whispered, "Sister, please excuse me for a moment. Freya has worked so hard tonight, she deserves a reward."

Phantom Satella gave a soft hum, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, but by not explicitly stopping her, she had already tacitly approved.

She adjusted to a more comfortable position, lying lazily with her pink eyes looking over there with great interest, as if preparing to watch a good show.

El stood up and calmly walked towards the center of the commotion.

His appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention. The ladies and noblewomen who were immersed in desire suddenly had an even more fervent light in their eyes, but they dared not approach him rashly because of the rules. They just stared at him greedily.

Freya's eyes lit up the moment she saw him approaching. She pushed aside the noblewoman beside her and, like the most devout believer welcoming her god, swayed her hips as she went to greet him, her posture alluring and suggestive.

"My esteemed master~" Her voice was so sweet it could drip honey, "Are you satisfied with the performance of our lowly slaves tonight?" She boldly moved closer, her fingers lightly tracing the area below El's firm abdomen.

El didn't answer, but instead scanned her appearance with a passionate and aggressive gaze—her lace bra was half-undone, the edges of her stockings were digging into her plump thighs, her heart-shaped tail swayed behind her, and her long, disguised purple hair was draped messily over her snow-white skin, stained with a few bits of hay, adding to her wild allure.

At this moment, the air was thick with the smells of stables, perfume, and the scent of women, all mixed with her own unique sweet fragrance, a scent that belonged to a lustful demon, creating an aphrodisiac that made one's blood boil.

He smiled and said, "Let's talk alone for a while."

Freya understood immediately and led El to a relatively secluded corner at the other end of the stable, where a taller and thicker pile of hay was stacked.

The magical lights here were even dimmer, enveloping their figures in a hazy, warm light.

The ladies around knew what was going to happen next. Although they were itching to go, none of them dared to disturb them. They just watched from afar, gazing at the scene with fascination.

Freya turned around, about to say something, when El had already reached out his hand.

"Kneel down." Those two simple words carried an air of absolute control.

Freya didn't hesitate at all. Far from being unhappy, an excited blush appeared on her face. She obediently knelt down on the thick hay, tilted her head back, and gazed at El with adoring pink eyes. Her red lips were slightly parted, and she breathed heavily with longing.

She knew that her moment of reward was about to begin.

El loosened his belt, releasing his burgeoning desire. The size and bulging veins of his member were incredibly striking in the dim light, especially since it had just been used and exuded a strong aura of lewdness.

Freya took a deep, greedy breath, as if it were the most wonderful smell in the world.

"Master, let me serve you with my mouth..." she murmured, sticking out her small tongue and, as if savoring a delicacy, carefully and erotically licking the large tip, taking away a drop of oozing fluid.

Then, she opened her red lips and slowly took it into her warm, soft mouth.

"Mmm..." Freya made a satisfied nasal sound, her eyes half-closed, filled with ecstasy.

She began to swallow and lick with unparalleled skill, her mouth moist and tight, her tongue nimbly entwining and licking, especially the most sensitive crevice, while creating a tingling sucking sensation deep in her throat. Each deep thrust made her throat bulge and whimper, the dry grass rubbing against her knees. She kept twisting her waist, as if the act of serving her mouth alone could bring her immense pleasure.

El ran his hands through her thick purple hair, not pressing roughly, but controlling her rhythm, feeling her meticulous and considerate service.

He looked down at his beloved lover kneeling before him, expressing her loyalty and desire in the most humble and pleasing way, and a strong sense of conquest and pleasure welled up within him.

Because he had already ejaculated once, the oral service continued for quite a long time. Freya seemed tireless, using all her skills to please him, until El let out a muffled groan and the hand pressing on the back of her head tightened slightly. She immediately understood and sucked even more vigorously with her throat, making "gurgling" sounds.

El quickly erupted deep inside her warm, tight mouth, while Freya's body trembled slightly, her eyes rolled back, and despite her efforts to swallow, a trace of cloudy white liquid still spilled from the corner of her mouth, slid down her delicate chin, and dripped onto her snow-white skin on her chest.

El stroked her cheek, looking at the marks at the corner of her mouth, and asked, "Did you do this on purpose?"

Freya, with a trace of smudged white at the corner of her mouth and a dazed look in her eyes, said with a smug, self-satisfied air, "Because this makes it more erotic."

This could be considered a little trick she used to win favor, and she didn't waste any of it, picking it all back into her mouth with her fingers.

"Well done." El praised her slightly. "I have good news for you. The reward time isn't over yet. Hurry up, we might be able to go again."

Freya's eyes shone even brighter, filled with ecstatic anticipation.

She immediately turned around, her back to El, and placed her hands on the thick pile of hay, sticking her round, full buttocks up high like a ripe peach.

She reached out and parted the edge of the thin, lace panties, already soaked with love juice, completely exposing her secret garden to El's eyes.

The delicate pink buds were slightly open, appearing particularly alluring in the dim light, while the already muddy cracks below shimmered with glistening water.

"Please enjoy, Master..." Her voice trembled with excitement as she took the initiative to dip her finger in her own nectar and smear it on the tight entrance of her anus, "...Freya's filthy asshole."

El admired the lewd scene before him. He bent down and thrust forward slowly and firmly.

"Ah—!" Freya let out a soft whimper, her body trembling slightly, and she couldn't help but stick her buttocks out even higher.

El began to move slowly. Each entry brought a deeper exploration and friction, and each withdrawal caused the tight, alluring flesh to reluctantly hold on. Unlike the wet and smooth feeling in front, the dry friction in the back was stronger, which was more in line with the theme of the night.

He gradually increased his speed and intensity, the violent impacts mixed with the sounds of flesh slapping, Freya's uncontrollable cries and lewd moans echoing in this relatively isolated corner, even drowning out the revelry that served as background noise not far away.

Freya's long purple hair danced wildly with the impact, and red handprints began to appear on her snow-white buttocks, left by El's slap during the impact.

Finally, El leaned down and bit her smooth, delicate shoulder, feeling the intense tightness inside her body that brought him a blissful sense of being enveloped.

Freya's body convulsed as she reached a violent climax under the double stimulation. Her tender flesh clenched and sucked wildly, and then he thrust his reward deep into the depths of her body. Freya let out a dazed scream, and her body went completely limp in the haystack, leaving only heavy breathing and post-coital convulsions.

She gasped, “Thank you… for the gift, Master.”

For some reason, El always felt that she sometimes flattered him in a formulaic way, such as saying "please" before entering and "thank you" afterward, which was more sensible than many real slaves.

Perhaps, for a shrewd woman like Lady Freya, being a mistress is just a job, not because she doesn't love him enough, but simply because she's used to it.

Maybe I was born to be a corporate slave.

"You're welcome, this is what you deserve... that word is, right, good fortune." El smiled, then suddenly said sincerely, "Actually, I prefer Lady Freya to call me by my name rather than call me master."

Freya lay on the hay, turned her pretty face to the side, and looked at El with hazy pink eyes. She had a charming smile on her face and resumed her usual friendly tone when talking to him. She pouted her lips and said, "By the way, you little rascal, you and Gloria have already really done it, right? So when are you going to take my virginity?"

He had already started preparing, so he just smiled mysteriously and said, "You'll find out when the time comes."

Hopefully, she won't faint from excitement.

In a distant corner, Phantom Satella watched all this quietly, her pink eyes deep and unfathomable.

She stretched lazily, savoring the lingering sensations within her body, and thought that her brother's decadent private life... seemed to have a tiny bit of advantage, at least his lovemaking skills had been thoroughly trained and were even better than before.

Not long after, she watched her younger brother walk towards her, and a gentle smile appeared on her lips.

It's time to go home.

Chapter 128 Vacation Plan

The moonlight was as clear as water as the carriage carried them back to the succubus prison.

Freya got off the bus at the intersection in the residential area. She couldn't help but look back at the brother and sister who were snuggling together in the carriage. Her gaze lingered on El with reluctance before she gave an elegant curtsy: "Well then, I'll take my leave now. Have a pleasant evening, both of you."

Honestly, she longed for a tender night like that, even if it was just sleeping in each other's arms. Unfortunately, it couldn't compare to the bond of blood.

She turned around, swaying her body, still bearing traces of pleasure, and disappeared down the path leading to her apartment.

The carriage then drove into the quiet castle courtyard. The scarlet succubus, Number Nine, who acted as the coachman, was "kicked away" after her use, but she seemed to enjoy it. If there were a next time, she would definitely offer herself to her master for his use.

El and the head maid Gwen had a brief conversation. As expected, her sister's true form had not yet returned. This emergency meeting in the royal city seemed unusually long.

Next, Phantom Satella practically pushed and carried Al back to his bedroom.

After a period of intense enjoyment and a bumpy return journey, the siblings were both somewhat tired, or rather, they felt a sense of languor and satisfaction afterward.

Phantom Satella gently helped El remove his coat, which was stained with grass clippings, her movements as gentle as a true elder's, though the lust in her eyes hadn't completely faded. "Tonight, let your older sister sleep with you," she chuckled, pushing El onto the bed without a word, then lying down herself and holding his head tightly in her arms.

Her body was warm and soft, emitting a faint, unique fragrance. In her sister's familiar embrace, El was quickly enveloped by weariness and a sense of security, and fell into a deep sleep.

Phantom Satella gazed at her sleeping brother's profile, gently tracing his outline with her fingertips. Her pink eyes held a complex mix of emotions, including possessive satisfaction and a maternal doting affection.

She closed her eyes, savoring this stolen moment of tranquility that belonged only to her and her brother.

I don't know how much time passed; it might have been late at night, or it might have been early morning.

"boom!"

The bedroom door was kicked open and slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

El was instantly awakened. She saw her sister standing in the doorway, the moonlight outlining her tall figure. Her pretty face seemed to be covered in frost, and her eyes were filled with suppressed jealousy. She rushed straight at the two lovers embracing on the bed. Even if it was another "her", she still had to bear the attack of jealousy.

"roll!"

The phantom Satella on the bed sat up, her face showing little surprise, but rather a lazy and provocative smile. She even deliberately tightened her grip on El's arm. "Oh, you're back? How did the meeting go?"

"I told you to get out, didn't you hear me!" Satella's voice suddenly rose.

She didn't even raise her hand; she simply thought of it.

"Ah!" Phantom Satella let out a short gasp, her body instantly becoming transparent and distorted, and finally, with a soft "poof," she completely turned into specks of starlight and dissipated into the air.

Al was left alone on the bed, suddenly losing warmth and support beside him.

The bedroom was deathly silent.

Looking at his enraged sister, El knew perfectly well that the source of her anger was not simply seeing the clone hugging him while sleeping.

He sat up, yawned, rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the sleepiness, and said with a hint of helplessness and reassurance, "Sister, you've worked hard."

Satella ignored his innocuous greeting.

With a wave of her hand, a gust of air closed the door, and then she walked step by step to the bedside, looking down at her younger brother.

She was still wearing her formal dress for attending a court meeting, the hem of which was dusty.

"Hard work?" she sneered. "Not as hard-working as my dear brother."

"Do you even know that I sacrificed precious time with you, listening to those idiots who could be in a museum discussing the good things you've done in the royal council hall!"