For three days straight, I slept like a log.
When I finally stirred, it was with the groggy, bone-deep confusion of someone who had blacked out after a week-long party.
The first thing I noticed was the smell. The cloying, thick stench of stale sex, dried sweat, and something vaguely dairy-like—that would be the milk—filled the room. I was lying in a sticky, stiff patch on the bed that I knew without looking was a dried lake of cum.
The second thing I noticed was the warmth. I wasn't alone.
Umbra was a massive, furry furnace pressed against my back, his deep, rumbling purr vibrating through my entire skeleton. His heavy head was resting on my hip, one paw thrown possessively over my thigh.
And coiled around my front, from my ankles all the way up to my neck, was the serpent. It's cool, smooth scales were a strange, pleasant contrast to Umbra's fur, its head resting on my shoulder, its tongue occasionally flicking out to taste the air near my ear.
I was the filling in a monster sandwich.
And my third realization, the most alarming of all? I didn't feel sore.
I sat up, carefully dislodging my two living blankets. My muscles weren't screaming in protest. My ass didn't feel like it had been the main attraction in a demonic demolition derby. My pussy... Well, it felt fine. I reached down, my fingers touching my entrance. It was... tight.
"What the actual fuck?" I muttered, probing gently. There was no residual gaping, no raw sensitivity. My body felt... pristine. Renewed.
"Of course. Succubus regeneration," I realized. The succubus is a creature of lust; of course, their body would be designed to withstand such... vigorous activity.
But still, it was disturbing. And the thought of doing it again after I realized that my body could take any punishment without long-term damage made me feel... horny?
No. I needed to get out of this room. The smell was giving me a headache.
I slid off the bed, my bare feet sticking slightly to the floor. Umbra and the serpent lifted their heads, their red eyes blinking sleepily.
"I'm going to take a bath," I announced, as if they could understand. "And then... have something to eat."
I walked towards the adjoining bathroom, a large, opulent affair with a sunken tub big enough for four, maybe five people if they were friendly. Or three succubi and their Nephalem plaything.
I turned the taps, the sound of rushing water a welcome noise. Steam began to fill the room, fogging the mirrors. I caught a glimpse of myself in one before it completely clouded over.
I looked... good. Really good. My red skin had a healthy glow. My black hair, though a mess, seemed shinier. My eyes were clear, bright. And my body looked more... developed?
I looked down at myself. My breasts seemed a little fuller, my hips a touch wider. My stomach was flat and firm. I turned, checking my ass in the hazy reflection. It was... perfect. Heart-shaped, round, and high. Not a single mark on it.
Of course. Why wouldn't my body "level up" from all that "sex experience"?
If I were a man-turned-Nephalem-turned-hermaphrodite succubus who had been relentlessly, gloriously, and magically fucked into a new state of being, I might as well have the top-tier hardware to go with the job.
I sank into the steaming water with a groan that was half relief, half moan. The heat enveloped me like a lover's embrace—gentle, insistent, seeping into every pore. Bubbles foamed up around my tits, clinging to the undersides like they were afraid to let go. I leaned back against the tub's edge, letting my head loll, eyes half-closed.
"Fuuuuck... that's the stuff," I sighed, letting my arms drift wide. "It's like washing away a whole different person."
My hands wandered on instinct, tracing the new curves I'd glimpsed. Fingers skimmed over my breasts—heavier now, sensitive as hell. The nipples perked up under the lightest touch, already leaking a thin bead of milk that swirled into the water like cream in coffee. I pinched one experimentally, and a sharp zing shot straight to my clit.
"Nngh~... sensitive… much?"
Succubus perks, I guess. My other hand dipped lower, parting my thighs under the water. Smooth thighs, flawless skin. I brushed my folds—tight, plush, begging for attention. No soreness, no stretch marks from the snake's grand exit or Umbra's knot. Just... perfection. My finger circled my clit, and I bit my lip as a fresh gush of slick joined the bathwater.
"Goddamn body. Already wet again? It's been three days, not three minutes."
The thought looped back: regeneration. Endless abuse, zero consequences. I could take a dragon cock to the hilt, get gangbanged by the whole dungeon... and wake up ready for round two. My pussy clenched around nothing, aching for filling. The man in my head screamed abort mission, but the succubus? She was drooling.
"Ahh~..." I sighed, sliding a finger inside. Tight. Slick. God, it felt good. I added another, scissoring them, imagining the stretch of three cocks again.
'Bad Aza. Focus. Bath. Food. Summoning contract.'
But the memory was vivid—the brutal stretch, the obscene bulge in my belly, the mind-breaking overload.
"Fuck it," I muttered, pulling my fingers out. I leaned forward, reaching for the bath oils, my ass jutting out of the water like an offering. The smooth, curved surface of the tub felt cool against my inner thighs as I stretched.
I forced myself to focus on cleaning my body, the motions methodical. Soap slicked over my skin, foaming and rinsing away the dried fluids and the lingering scent of other people. The water grew murky, a testament to the sheer volume of... activity... that had taken place. I drained some, refilled it, and the hiss of fresh hot water filled the silence.
By the time I was done, the water was clear again, and my skin was practically glowing. I felt... clean. Purified, almost. The lingering fog of lust in my mind had receded, replaced by a sharp, hungry clarity.
"I wonder what Beatrice did in the past three days?" I wondered out loud. Before 'tactically retreating' to my room, I gave Beatrice all the information about the Red Baron.
It took the system some time to organize the memories of the lamia priestess, and in those memories, I saw the true face of the Red Baron and heard his real name. Not only that, but I also got the exact location of where he was hiding.
"She probably went after him," I nodded to myself. "I'll ask her later."
When I told Beatrice about the Red Baron, the look on her face was... terrifying. She was not just angry, she was... vengeful. The Red Baron had a history, a bad one, and it seemed Beatrice had a personal score to settle with him.
I could only ask that she leave some of him for me. I have a quest to kill him, and the reward is a Black Gold treasure chest.
Fortunately, the system said it was fine if Beatrice killed the Red Baron; the quest was treating her as a part of the mission. But only she and I are able to finish the quest; no one else.
I was still lounging in the tub, lazily circling my clit with two fingers while my mind wandered between "I should stop" and "just one more orgasm won't hurt," when the bathroom door creaked open.
"Good morning, my dear wife~" Eva's cheerful, if slightly strained, voice cut through my personal bliss. She strode in like she owned the place, crouched by the tub, and took my lips in a passionate, possessive kiss. She was wearing that familiar micro-bikini that did nothing to hide her perfect figure.
Her hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples until I gasped into her mouth.
"I missed you," she murmured, her lips trailing down my neck. "Mommy and Akane were so... demanding."
"Demanding?! You were the worst!" I shot back, but there was no heat in my voice. I was too relaxed, too satisfied.
Eva just grinned, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Can't help it. You're... addictive."
She scooped up some of the warm, milky bathwater and poured it over my tits, watching it stream down my stomach.
"So," she said, her tone shifting to something more business-like. "Mother said that you have a summoning contract."
"I do," I said, my fingers still lazily stroking my folds. "But I'm not in a hurry."
The summoning contract was a quest reward, and I told Beatrice about it so she doesn't have to craft one for me anymore. She didn't ask where I got it from, and I didn't explain.
Eva's eyes widened. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"You're not in a hurry? Aza, that's a summoning contract!" she said, her hands gripping my shoulders. "Hurry up and use it and awaken your womb crest."
"What about you?" I asked. "I thought we were going to awaken them together."
"Mother said she will prepare one for me later, and we can awaken them together," Eva said, her tail swishing lazily in the water. "You go first. I want to see what kind of contract you'll get."
"Not yet," I said, my voice firm. "I'm still... enjoying my time. Plus, I need to plan before using the contract."
"Great!" she clapped her hands excitedly. "Akane and Liza already awakened the womb crest. We can go and ask them for advice."
"Alright," I sighed, finally pulling my fingers away from my clit. "But after we eat. I'm starving."
"Deal!"