Aria's twin swords stayed crossed in a perfect defensive X, steel glinting. Her green eyes narrowed, jaw tight.
"What the hell are you?" she demanded, voice low and dangerous despite the faint flush creeping up her cheeks.
Elara's staff remained raised, emerald light pulsing in time with her quickening heartbeat. Her heavy G-cup breasts heaved noticeably beneath the thin silk of her robes, nipples stiff and betraying her through the fabric. She tried to keep her tone steady, authoritative.
"This… this isn't possible," Elara said, more to herself than anyone. "A succubus? Here? This dungeon is rated F-class. The records explicitly said—"
Lilia tilted her head, long red hair cascading over one shoulder like spilled wine. She let out a low, throaty laugh that vibrated straight through their bones and settled hotly between their legs.
"Oh, sweet things," she purred, voice like warm oil sliding over skin. "The records are always a little… outdated. I'm Lilia. Your new favorite nightmare. And my Master—" she licked her glossy lips slowly, tongue tracing the shape of a promise, "—has been very, very hungry."
Mira let out a tiny, strangled whimper from behind Elara. The petite healer hadn't moved since Lilia appeared; she'd shrunk into the taller mage's shadow, oversized starry hat pulled low, orange curls trembling. Her big amber eyes were squeezed shut, refusing to look. Refusing to acknowledge the majority naked, dripping monster girl who radiated sex like a furnace.
Aria risked a half-glance back at the two girls, then hissed under her breath to Elara.
"Keep her talking. Buy time."
Elara nodded almost imperceptibly, staff steady despite the way her thick thighs kept pressing together.
"You're an illusion," Aria declared, voice cutting. "Has to be. Low-level dungeons don't spawn succubi. No way."
Lilia's smile widened, showing perfect white teeth and the hint of fangs. She took one slow, deliberate step closer. The sweet, molten scent thickened, wrapping around them like invisible hands.
"An illusion?" she repeated, amused. "In this place? Darling, illusions don't drip." She ran one manicured finger down her own thigh, scooping up a thick pearl of glowing cum, then brought it to her lips and sucked it clean with an exaggerated, wet moan. "And they certainly don't taste like Master's seed."
Aria's grip on her swords tightened until her knuckles whitened.
Elara swallowed hard. "Then… you're a summoned familiar. A projection. Something the core threw up to scare us off."
Lilia laughed again — soft, filthy, intimate.
"Scare you?" she cooed. "No, no. I'm here to welcome you properly. To strip you. To soften you. To drag you dripping and begging to my Master's feet so he can fill every last one of your tight little holes until you forget your own names."
Mira's whole body jolted at the words. A tiny, terrified squeak escaped her. Her knees buckled slightly; only Elara's quick arm around her waist kept her upright.
Aria's face flushed darker — anger, embarrassment, and something hotter she refused to name.
"Enough games," she snarled. "We're leaving. Now."
But Lilia's tail lashed once — a warning crack through the air — and her Charm Aura pulsed again, stronger this time. The air turned thick, syrupy. Heat bloomed low in their bellies, insistent and shameful.
Elara's breath hitched. She felt her own slickness gathering traitorously between her thighs.
Aria's stance wavered for half a second before she forced it back.
Under her breath, she whispered fiercely to Mira without turning.
"Mira. Run. Back to the entrance. Now. We'll hold her."
Mira shook her head frantically, hat wobbling. Tears were already gathering in the corners of her tightly shut eyes.
"N-no… I can't… I won't leave you two alone with… with that thing…"
Elara squeezed the healer's shoulder, voice gentle even as her own body betrayed her with every breath.
"Mira, listen to Aria. You're not a fighter. Get out. Get help. We'll be right behind you."
But Mira only clung tighter to Elara's robe, small fists white-knuckled in the green fabric.
"I… I can't… please don't make me…"
Lilia watched the exchange with delighted, half-lidded eyes. Her tail swayed slowly behind her like a metronome counting down.
"How precious," she murmured. "Loyalty. Friendship. It makes the breaking so much sweeter."
She took another step forward.
Aria snarled and lunged—
But the air itself seemed to thicken around her blades, slowing them, as though the dungeon had decided the fight was already over before it began.
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END OF CHAPTER : 7 : THE FIRST PRAY THE SWEET SMELL!
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