The next morning, Rexford woke up to a horrible sight, the whole room was in tatters and the horrid stench of sweat, semen and other bodily fluids flooded his nose.
Waving his hand, the windows opened and a strong breeze passed through the entire room dragging whatever smells were trapped outside.
"Hmm~"
A moan reached his ears and he looked down to see the sleeping face of the woman who was laying on top of him.
Unlike what would have normally appeared in an offbrand anime or manga, Rexford and Delilah were not completely naked. Instead, their clothes were torn in various places, scratches and bite marks could be seen all over their bodies and Rexford could already see the stains of a thick viscous fluid marking Delilah's body all over.
Not only her body, her hair had even hardened in some spots, likely a result of some uncontrolled release.
Another unfortunate matter though was the fact that Rexford, despite being in an altered state was still able to retain his memories.
What he did is still very clear in his memories.
'Though her crying face was a reward in and of itself'
The night battle could be considered Rexford's victory, even if Delilah carried a strong inheritance of her succubus lineage that was further enhanced by the titan blood within her. Compared to Rexford, a lucky bastard born with generational talent, Delilah's inheritance could only be considered so-so.
Yet, even then, the damned witch went as far as to use magic in order to empower her abilities.
Rexford did not have the subtlety nor did he have the ability to carefully manipulate magic like Delilah.
In the end, their battle became a war of attrition and as Delilah lost the support of her enhancements, Rexford was able to take over yet his gambit did not really make him win.
Despite winning the war of attrition, he had lost control and his body had acted purely on instincts.
What should have been a show of dominance had still ended with Rexford instinctively drowning in pleasure.
Without the control of his mind, Rexford acted to not only increase his own pleasure but also that of Delilah's.
His mind that was focused on intimacy had thus moved with perfect coordination in order to drown him and his partner in lust.
By the end of their battle, Delilah ended up passing out while begging for more "love" while Rexford collapsed as his body lost the support of the auxiliary organ.
Now, Rexford could only console himself but that consolation did not last long as the door to the servants quarters were opened revealing the shocked expression of Bedelia.
"Master, I will start cleaning"
"Bede-"
But the shock only lasted for a moment as the maid started to clean up the mess that had occurred.
Rexford felt a pang of guilt as he watched Bedelia cleaning, he wanted to console her but his body was already covered in various scents, not to mention the woman on top of him who was still connected to his lower body.
"You…"
As he was hit with guilt, he could feel Delilah moving, her legs squeezing together as her muscles contracted. Then as if responding to his reaction, Delilah smirked as she opened her eyes, sat up and as she did she let out an audible moan.
"Are you that happy to see me early in the morning?"
Delilah then started to move her body, the clothes that were covering her had been torn to pieces. It did not fully reveal her naked form but at least 70% of her skin was revealed. Yet, the mix between "seeing and not seeing" gave off an oddly stimulating image.
Unfortunately, her appearance was the least of ones worries as her movements clearly indicated something and then, as she raised her hips up, Bedelia could see the thick, throbbing rod that connected the Duchess to the Third Prince.
"It's just a natural reaction in the morning"
"Really?"
"Get off me now you slutty succubus!"
"Kyaa~"
Rexford didn't want to admit it but Delilah had likely retained her memories of the ordeal as well. The fact that she was able to stun him for a moment was proof enough.
Normally he would have tossed her aside but the understanding she got of him had allowed her to cause a slight delay in his actions.
"The deal was done when morning came"
Rexford stood up, although he hesitated before, he was not going to let Delilah play him into submission, nor is he going to let her lord over his people!
Despite having his rod hanging out, Rexford quickly walked towards Bedelia, sweeping her of her legs and lifting her up into a "princess carry".
"I feel filthy, Bedelia, could you clean me up?"
His words would have sounded casual but both Bedelia and Delilah knew the meaning behind his words.
"Oh? Hmph! Fine- you win this time… darling~"
Rexford did not let Delilah's words get to him as he carried Bedelia off to the bathroom.
As the doors to the bathroom closed, Delilah contemplated whether to intrude on them or not. It's not like Rexford was a stranger to threesomes, hell, rumor has it that the third prince had a one man orgy! It was both a legend and a rumor, one where the third prince was able to walk off spending multiple days and nights in a party of lust, leaving behind a room filled with collapsed women.
'No, if I push too much he'll respond with an even fiercer resistance…'
Delilah stopped herself as she stood up and her body was immediately cleansed as if the damage on her clothes, marks and stains on her body, all of it had never existed.
Yet as she moved her legs-
"Oops… letting it out would be a waste~"
She felt a warm liquid leaking out of her crotch, she covered that area of her body with her hand as a pale white light glowed from the contact between her hand and her crotch.
Unknown to anyone, beneath her clothes a mark had formed around her lower body, an intricate mark that many would see as a "womb tattoo".
This mark though was not permanent but a temporary fixture.
It was a spell conceived by the succubi who had a disastrously low birth rate.
Because of their inherent nature, a succubus would usually end up devouring the energy of the semen that they take from their partners.
This makes it near impossible to get pregnant, a necessary function when one considers that life force was basically food to succubi and in ancient times, many succubi had taken on living a life of "only eating life force".
Of course, such "feeding habits" had lost favor as the succubi had integrated into society yet their natures did not completely change.
Most of the time, a succubus had to "overeat" in order to even get pregnant.
This would mostly take the form of impregnating a succubus who passed out due to pleasure.
But such method proved difficult as few men found pleasure in impregnating an unresponsive woman, especially since a succubus was "loved" for their expertise in pleasuring men. An experience that disappears the moment they pass out.
Moreover, few men were capable of bringing succubi to such a state, which is why, at some point in history, the succubus race had dwindled, so much so that most of the succubi came from the Hall family as only those with Titan blood were capable of even matching a succubus.
The mark Delilah used was developed to resolve this very problem, a spell that prevented the succubus from absorbing life from the semen within their bodies.
Of course, Delilah was fully capable of restricting her succubus nature. In short, she didn't really need the mark yet she used it anyway as it was, in a way, symbolic of a succubus taking in the seeds of her beloved.
"I still hope it doesn't bear fruit though~"
Delilah muttered before disappearing from the room.
Meanwhile-
*splash* *splash*
"Hnn!"
In the bathroom, right after cleaning his body of the marks from the last night, Rexford immediately pounced on Bedelia.
The maid did not resist and happily allowed Rexford to take her…
Now, the two were completely naked, soaking in the large pool that was the bath of the third prince's bathroom.
Unlike with Delilah, Rexford immediately came unto Bedelia with kisses, there were no moans that could escape the maids mouth as the princes did not stop with attack.
"Master…"
"I love your flavor best Delia"
Rexford whispered before he continued to kiss the blonde maid's neck. He caressed her body in all the parts she liked, in all the ways she was addicted to.
"Master… please look at me"
Bedelia begged as Rexford continued pounding her missionary, again, unlike Delilah, Rexford's movements, actions and body language carried not hostility and dominance but pure unfiltered desire and intimacy.
Distance was kept at a minimum as Rexford used his hands, not to bind, but to embrace. He kept his body as close to Bedelia as he could.
His embrace gave the maid the feeling of "belonging", she felt the Third prince's desire to "own" her.
While others may abhor or even despise such desire, Bedelia treasured it as she felt the feeling of ownership that the third prince expressed was not the kind that a child would do to a toy. No, it was something deeper, Bedelia did not know what it was but she understood that the prince treasured her as much as she did him.
And as proof of that, the prince had answered her request, he raised his head and looked her in the eyes before pushing for a deep kiss.
The two bodies continued to press against each other, their movements getting even more intimate than it was as the two individuals completely lost their sense of time indulging only in their desires.