Lilith, without stopping the tracing of complex signs on the parchment, gave a slight nod.
"I understand," she said shortly, her voice revealing no emotion.
Elene let the air out of her lungs, feeling a sudden wave of relief. It worked... Maybe her mood isn't that bad, she thought, already preparing to stand.
However, at that same moment, Lilith, still not looking away from the documents, extended her left hand.
In a fraction of a second, energy began to swirl above her palm. The air around them thickened violently, and the temperature in the study dropped so drastically that frost began to form on the luxury furniture. An icy, blue sphere began to form before Lilith, pulsing with massive, magical power.
Elene trembled. Her skimpy maid outfit, which exposed much of her shoulders and thighs, provided no protection against the sudden onset of frost. Goosebumps appeared on her skin, and her breath turned into a white mist.
"Take this orb," Lilith tossed out, still writing, "and put it in your pussy."
Elene's eyes opened so wide they nearly popped out of her head. She looked at the levitating artifact. The magical power radiating from that sphere was overwhelming - mere contact with such condensed ice mana could freeze the blood in an ordinary human's veins in a second.
"M-Mistress..." Elene began, her teeth beginning to chatter from terror. "This power... I don't know if..."
At that moment, Lilith suddenly stopped writing and slowly raised her head. Her golden eyes flared with an unnatural light, piercing Elene through. There was no anger in them, only cold, absolute dominance that made any resistance seem suicidal.
Elene immediately went silent. Every word of protest died in her throat.
"Yes, Mistress..." she whispered in a submissive, trembling voice.
Slowly, as if in a fog, she rose from her knees and approached the desk. She reached her hands toward the blue sphere. As soon as her fingers drew near the artifact, she felt a gargantuan, nearly searing cold. Her hands instantly went numb, and pain shot through her arms as she took the sphere from her Mistress.
Elene stood before the desk, her hands shaking so hard that the blue glow of the sphere cast chaotic reflections on the office walls. She looked at Lilith, hoping for even a shadow of mercy, but the Queen sat motionless, resting her chin on her hand and waiting. That gaze was worse than a scream - it was a promise that delay would only make the situation worse.
Elene took a deep, wheezing breath. Let's just get this over with, it flashed through her mind.
With a sad, slow movement of one finger, she pulled back the edge of her lace panties, revealing her feminine folds, still damp from the night with Elizabeth. With the trembling fingers of her other hand, she pressed the icy artifact to the entrance.
As soon as the cold blue touched her heated body, Elene hissed, her muscles tightening involuntarily. With one swift, determined thrust, she slid the ball deep inside.
In a fraction of a second, her face contorted in a grimace of pure suffering. Her eyes bulged, and her pupils narrowed to pinpoints. She bit her lips so hard she tasted the metallic tang of blood, trying to stifle the moan that wanted to tear from her throat. The piercing cold began to radiate from within, paralyzing her hips.
Then Lilith, with a slight smile, snapped her fingers.
"AAAAAAAGGHHH!" Elene let out a painful, gut-wrenching scream.
The force of the impact threw her to her knees, and then onto the hard floor. She curled into a ball, clutching her lower abdomen while convulsions racked her body.
The orb inside Elene was not just solid ice - it was condensed, unstable mana. Lilith's snap had initiated a violent chain reaction that released all the frosty energy directly into the succubus's interior.
The frost energy radiated outward, turning bodily fluids into micro-crystals of ice. The walls of Elene's uterus and bladder were covered in a thick layer of frost in a split second, losing all elasticity. Her intestines and reproductive organs were literally immobilized. Beneath the skin of her lower abdomen, blue veins of ice were visible, and her stomach became hard and cold as a marble sculpture.
To an observer of magic, Elene's internals now looked like an intricate but dead installation made of blue crystal. Every tiny movement caused the frozen tissues to "grind" against each other, generating pain that exceeded all scales.
Elene lay on the rug, thick steam escaping her mouth. Her skin, usually a healthy shade, had turned unnaturally pale, almost blue around her hips. Every breath was a struggle, and tears froze on her cheeks before they could even run down.
Lilith rose slowly from behind the desk, her heels making a dull sound on the floor as she approached her cowering subordinate.
"That will cool your enthusiasm for the unauthorized punishment of my favorites, Elene," she said quietly, looking down at the trembling body of the succubus. "Now, stand up. You still have an outfit to deliver and a kitten to dress."
Elene tried to move, but her body reacted with violent resistance. Every tension in her abdominal muscles caused the frozen tissues - hard and brittle as the thinnest glass - to rub against each other with a terrifying, internal grinding. She felt as if an ice sculpture was lodged in her lower abdomen, stabbing into delicate nerves with every millimeter of movement.
With difficulty, her hands shaking, she pushed herself off the rug. Her breath was a ragged, white cloud of steam. When she finally managed to stand, her knees buckled, and the internal pain made black spots flash before her eyes.
"This... this humble succubus... thanks you for the p-punishment... Mistress," she choked out, bowing as low as her frozen spine would allow. Her voice was raspy, nearly devoid of strength.
Lilith merely gave a slight nod, not interrupting her work again, as if Elene's presence no longer held any significance for her. For the succubus, it was the signal she could leave.
Elene moved toward the exit. Every step was pure torture. She felt the blue energy of the sphere still pulsing inside her, radiating frost to her hips and thighs. She had the feeling that if she tripped and fell, her insides would simply shatter into a thousand pieces.
She reached the heavy doors of the office and placed her hand on the handle, feeling a burning need to escape before Lilith found another reason to "improve her mood." As soon as she pushed the door wing, the Queen's slow, low voice reached her from behind:
"Elene."
The succubus froze. Her expression turned into a mask of pure terror.
Please... just not more... she thought desperately, afraid even to turn around. She stood in the doorway, clutching the handle so hard her nails nearly bit into the wood.
"Y-yes... Mistress?" she asked in a voice trembling with cold and fear.
"After you deliver the outfit and prepare Neko..." Lilith paused briefly, and her voice lost its icy sharpness, becoming strangely warm, almost motherly. "Go immediately to the regeneration chambers. That is an order, understood?"
Elene stood motionless for a few seconds, processing the words. Despite the pain tearing through her body and the frost still paralyzing her movements, a faint, nearly imperceptible smile of relief appeared on her pale face. Lilith, despite her ruthlessness, still cared for the girls in her castle.
"This servant... understands. Thank you, Mistress," she replied with deep respect, then left, quietly closing the door behind her.
***
The sun in the Castle rarely broke through the heavy, purple clouds, but the morning light in Neko's room was still bright enough to wake him from his deep sleep.
The boy stirred beneath the silk sheets, slowly stretching his arms over his head.
"Nnn..." he murmured quietly, feeling a strange weight on his chest.
His hands instinctively traveled upward, brushing the clearly outlined, soft breasts beneath the material of his pink bathrobe. A moment later, he also felt the familiar, irritating squeeze between his legs.
The morning erection, imprisoned in the tight metal cage, pulsed rhythmically, reminding him of his status from the very first second of the day.
"Again with this..." he sighed in frustration, sitting up in bed.
He looked around the room in slight disbelief. He remembered the hot water, Lilith's soothing touch, and how his head had fallen limply against her shoulder. After that, there was only a void.
I fell asleep in the tub... right in her arms, he thought, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. She must have dried me, dressed me, and brought me here herself. The Demon Queen... taking care of me like... like someone important.
Though he knew he was just a toy, deep down he felt a strange warmth that didn't fit this place.
Maybe beneath all that cruelty and the fetishes... she actually likes me? the thought flashed through his mind before he could scold himself for such naivety.
He got out of bed and headed straight for the gargantuan wardrobe. He pulled out his schoolgirl outfit. He slid on the white shirt and adjusted the pleated skirt, feeling ready for another lesson with Bovina.
As he approached the luxury dresser to take his shoes from the cushion, the door to his room suddenly swung open with a bang. Neko didn't even flinch; he merely let out a heavy sigh and looked toward the threshold.
Seriously, this is getting old. Has no one in this castle heard of knocking? he thought resignedly.
Instead of a cheerful Lilith, however, Elene stood in the doorway. Neko immediately noticed something was wrong. Usually confident, predatory, and ready to mock, the succubus now looked... exhausted.
Her hair was in slight disarray, and her eyes lacked that characteristic spark of malice. Elene leaned against the doorframe and for a moment simply stared at Neko, as if the effort of focusing her eyes caused her physical pain.
"You can take that outfit off, kitten," she said in a raspy, tired voice.
Neko arched a brow, his hand stopping over the stilettos. "What? Why? I have lessons with Mistress Bovina today. I have to finish the calligraphy."
Elene snorted quietly, rubbing her temples. "Forget about Bovina. You have entirely different plans today."