Smack! Smack! Smack!

  In the royal bedroom, the rhythmic, heavy thud of bodies colliding with raw force shattered the silence. Each impact was accompanied by wet, squelching sounds, testifying to the two women's total surrender to a pitiless lust.

  Elizabeth let out a guttural, almost animalistic moan, tensing every muscle in her powerful body. She thrust her hips forward with fury, driving herself as deep into Lilith as possible, while gargantuan amounts of seed began to leave the massive member that had so terrified Neko earlier.

  Lilith cried out as well, her body arching in a painful yet euphoric bow as she felt the scalding wave fill her to the very brim.

  The Demon Queen fell heavily back onto the pillows, her skin glistening with sweat, her chest heaving in a desperate attempt to catch her breath. With a trembling hand, she brushed a wet strand of hair from her forehead, looking at her consort through a hazy gaze.

  “Elizabeth...” she rasped, her voice devoid of its usual confidence. “Slow down... slow down a bi...”

  She didn't get to finish the sentence.

  Elizabeth, seized by a lust that seemed to have no bottom, reacted instantly. Before Lilith could protest, three of Elizabeth’s fingers nded in her mouth, effectively gagging her and stifling any words.

  The Queen could only make muffled, wet sounds as Elizabeth, using her superhuman strength, brutally flipped her onto her stomach. Shifting into doggy style, Elizabeth didn't waste a second.

  With one hand, she still held her fingers firmly in Lilith’s mouth, yanking her head back, while with the other, she pressed down hard on her back, forcing her to present her buttocks perfectly for the next strike.

  Without a shred of mercy, Elizabeth drove into her again with all her might, ignoring the fact that their bodies had only just experienced a peak. For her, this struggle for dominance was only beginning, and Lilith, despite her power, could only surrender to this destructive bliss, feeling every barrier in her mind slowly shatter under the pressure of her wife’s brutal strength.

  Elizabeth pressed forward with mounting fury, her moans merging into one continuous sequence of sound that filled the chamber like a primal song of desire.

  Lilith absorbed this energy through every pore of her skin; she loved the moment when her proud, strong wife lost her head, becoming almost like a beast in heat, led solely by the most primitive instincts.

  Yet despite the mounting ecstasy, a single, cold thought drifted through the Demon Queen's mind: Still not a position I’m particurly fond of...

  In that same instant, her golden eyes fred with a dangerous light.

  Elizabeth, in full stride, suddenly felt Lilith’s interior cmp down on her member with the force of a powerful vise. She tried to make another move - to withdraw and strike again - but her body refused to obey. She was trapped in stasis, feeling a gargantuan, nearly crushing pressure that sent a signal of total overload to her brain.

  “Lilith... what are you...” Elizabeth choked out, but she couldn't finish.

  “AAAAAHHHHHNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”

  Her piercingly loud, hoarse moan tore through the silence as a wave of maddening, unstoppable bliss struck her nervous system.

  Her entire body went limp and fell onto Lilith’s back, racked by violent spasms. Elizabeth suffered orgasm after orgasm, unable to catch her breath, while hot seed poured out of her in torrents.

  Lilith accepted every milliliter as she withdrew Elizabeth’s fingers from her mouth with a triumphant smile. With a deft, almost feline movement, she flipped their bodies so that she was now on top, still not allowing Elizabeth’s member to leave her interior.

  Lilith leaned on her forearms and looked down. Elizabeth’s eyes were rolled back, her muscles still trembling in the rhythm of the fading ecstasy. The Queen lightly scratched her own cheek, then reached out and gently gripped her wife’s nipples.

  “Darling... come back to us, darling,” she whispered sweetly, pinching them lightly to bring her lover back to reality.

  It was a long moment before Elizabeth’s gaze regained its focus. She looked at Lilith with a mixture of disbelief and slight terror, still panting heavily. Lilith only smiled with her characteristic, patronizing confidence.

  “Darling... I think you’re the first person I’ve slept with who came that hard after only five seconds,” Lilith murmured, her smile widening even further. “I really don't know if I should be happy for you or pity you. If you like, I know a few techniques that would definitely improve your endurance...”

  Elizabeth felt the blood rush to her cheeks - this time from irritation. She wanted to snap back with something sharp, but Lilith was faster.

  With two fingers, she caught Elizabeth’s tongue, pulling it out slightly, then leaned down and pressed a wet, provocative kiss against it. She watched from above as her own saliva slowly trailed into her wife’s mouth, savoring her advantage.

  She was about to return her hands to Elizabeth’s breasts to continue the py when she suddenly felt a strange, pulsing chill on her wrist.

  She looked down and saw a bloody rope of unnatural weave tightly coiled around her hand. She raised her gaze to Elizabeth and saw that her red eyes were burning again - but this time, it was the glow of pure, predatory determination.

  A second blood-rope shot out of nowhere, binding Lilith’s other wrist.

  Elizabeth, despite her recent exhaustion, grabbed the Queen by the buttock and pulled her up hard, making their breasts collide in a hot embrace.

  “I hope you st a little longer in this round,” Lilith whispered directly into her mouth, her voice now low and dangerous.

  Elizabeth snorted, clenching her hand on the other's body even tighter. Lilith felt a shiver of excitement, seeing that her wife had regained a resuscitated rage.

  “We shall see, my Wife... we shall see who has the st ugh,” Elizabeth said, her eyes suddenly fshing with an even greater red glow.

  ***

  Bovina adjusted the bell on her colr, its clear sound momentarily breaking the silence in the cssroom filled with magical instruments.

  “I won’t go into the details of exactly how the skills of the Soul Soothers work, because I don’t know their exact mechanisms myself,” she began, her cow tail zily shing the air behind her. “If you want to learn more about that, you’ll have to go to Sylphia one day.”

  Neko raised his eyebrows, his cat ears twitching with curiosity, even though the tight colr of his schoolgirl uniform was still chafing slightly.

  “Who is Sylphia?” he asked, trying to control the jingle of the bell on his tail.

  “Sylphia is, like me, one of the Great Matrons of Sin,” Bovina expined, the bells at her breasts letting out a joyful sound. “She is the one who leads the organization of the Soul Soothers and ensures our minds remain intact. You could say she manages the most delicate sphere of this castle’s operation.”

  Neko nodded slowly, carefully committing the name to memory. He felt instinctively that the person responsible for "mending souls" might prove crucial to his future, especially considering how much the system was blurring the lines of his own identity.

  Bovina leaned against the desk, watching him with that warm gaze of hers.

  “Do you have any more questions about the castle and its hierarchy, sweetie?” she asked, brushing her hair back with her hand.

  Neko was silent for a moment, gathering his thoughts. He ran his hand over the smooth material of his scandalously short skirt, which barely covered his rounded hips. He remembered how Elene had mercilessly mocked his masculinity, ciming they were "both women" and that his "little friend" was irrelevant in this world.

  “Are there even any men in this castle?” he blurted out finally, looking Bovina straight in the eye. “Maids, wives, Great Matrony... all these titles and pronouns I hear are exclusively feminine. Even Elene talked about me as if I were already one of you. Am I the only man here in this entire sea of femininity?”

  Upon hearing the question, Bovina froze for a moment, and the bell on her colr let out a single, clear chime. She tilted her head slightly, measuring Neko with a gaze that seemed more analytical than before.

  “And why, exactly, do you still consider yourself a man?” she asked with a calmness that struck Neko harder than any smack.

  The boy felt a wave of searing embarrassment flood his cheeks, and he wanted nothing more than to sink through the floor. He opened his mouth to hurl back some angry retort about his identity, but the words caught in his throat when he saw Bovina covering her mouth to stifle a pyful ugh.

  “You’re teasing me...” Neko mumbled, puffing out his cheeks in a gesture of helpless irritation.

  Neko couldn't have known it, but it was his [Delicate Prey] talent that made even someone as composed and mature as Bovina unable to resist lightly teasing him. In the eyes of this castle's predators, Neko radiated an aura that practically begged for him to be tormented and for his boundaries to be tested.

  Bovina smiled warmly at his expression and leaned slightly toward him.

  “I’m sorry, sweetie, I just couldn't help myself,” she admitted, her bells chiming again. “You must forgive me, but looking at that provocative outfit of yours and those little breasts, it will be very hard for anyone to believe there’s still a man’s heart beating inside.”

  What do you mean, 'little'? Neko thought sourly at first, his pride stung.

  However, the moment his gaze nded on Bovina’s gargantuan breasts, which were practically spilling out of her tight corset, he had to silently agree. Compared to those two massive hills, his new, petite curves - which had so terrified him before - now seemed practically microscopic.

  Bovina’s face suddenly turned serious, and her cow tail stopped beating against the floor, signaling a return to more difficult topics.

  “As for your question... the subject of men is exceptionally delicate in this castle,” she began, her voice low and grave. “The truth is, in a literal sense, there are no men in our castle. Lady Lilith’s structure of desire is built upon feminine energy and dominance.”

  She paused for a moment, frowning as if trying to recall some distant fact. Her fingers began to drum against the edge of the desk, causing a soft ringing.

  “Well, with one exception,” she corrected herself suddenly, a shadow of respect mixed with dread fshing in her eyes. “I forgot about Erhad.”

  Neko felt his cat ears twitch violently at the sound of the name. He tilted his head, and the bell on his tail chimed softly, betraying his growing intrigue.

  “An exception?” Neko repeated, feeling as though he had just touched upon one of the castle's greatest secrets.