The touch of Nyssara's lips caused Liselotte to completely lose touch with reality for a fraction of a second.
And her perverted mind simply shut down.
She felt a sudden, warm jolt in her chest, as if her heart had momentarily stopped beating, and immediately following that, a searing wave of electric tingling shot down her spine and straight into her lower belly.
The maid's eyelids fluttered shut of their own accord, and instead of tensing up, with a quiet, guttural sigh, she surrendered to the sensation, melting into the warmth, the scent of her Mistress's natural perfume, and the deep, sweet taste of the Demon Queen's mouth.
The kiss lasted a long, lust-thickened moment.
When their mouths finally, slowly parted, a thin, sticky thread of glistening saliva stretched between their heated lips.
For a fraction of a second, it connected them in the warm air of the valley, until it broke soundlessly, falling onto their chins.
Liselotte caught ragged breaths, feeling the hot air escaping the Empress's lungs on her own cheeks.
Nyssara parted her lips slightly, as if she were about to say something - but the servant didn't allow it.
Driven by pure, animalistic instinct, Liselotte shot her hands forward, grabbed the Mistress's cheeks, and pulled her face back to hers, crashing into her lips for a second time.
This time, however, it resulted in absolute, adorable chaos.
Liselotte had no earthly idea what she was actually doing. In her former life, she had never kissed anyone, and she drew all her knowledge from manga and novels.
Her movements were clumsy, far too greedy; she didn't know how to position her lips, and her hot, wet tongue wandered chaotically, nearly bumping against the Demon Queen's teeth.
Nyssara instantly sensed this complete ignorance.
Instead of interrupting the farce, however, the Mistress laughed quietly straight into her mouth.
She slipped her left hand behind the naked maid's back, pulling her trembling body so tightly against her that their breasts flattened against each other, and placed her other hand firmly on the back of her head.
In a fraction of a second, the Empress seized absolute control.
Her tongue invaded deeply with the ruthless, dominating expertise of someone who knows exactly how to drive another person insane.
The Demon Queen guided the kiss with such force and depth that Liselotte could only whimper helplessly, feeling her knees finally go weak as their saliva mixed in the searing embrace.
When they parted once again, both were panting heavily.
The women stared at each other in silence.
For Liselotte, it still wasn't enough.
Her body practically screamed with insatiable hunger, so she parted her lips, closed her eyes, and was already leaning forward, ready to throw herself at Nyssara for a third time, when suddenly...
YANK.
"Ouch!" the girl squeaked, as the Empress's strong hand clamped down on her silvery strands, pulling her head ruthlessly backward.
Nyssara caught an even breath, looking down at her with a cold, composed smirk.
"That is quite enough of a good thing, you little leech."
Liselotte immediately pushed her lips out in a gigantic pout, though her cheeks were burning.
"But my Mistress... those were my very first kisses in my entire life!" she cried out with resentment in her voice.
Nyssara snorted with a quiet, merciless laugh.
"I noticed. You were wrestling with my mouth as if trying to devour a piece of roast against the clock."
"Hey!" Liselotte huffed indignantly.
She lightning-fast raised both hands, placed them under her gigantic, naked breasts, and hoisted them demonstratively upward, thrusting them straight under Nyssara's nose so that the hardened nipples nearly brushed her chin.
"In that case, you must take full responsibility for your actions, my Mistress!" she chirped with overly sweet seriousness. "That was my official first time! It is your duty to handle the rest!"
Nyssara narrowed her eyes, and a predatory, sensual smirk appeared on her lips.
She slowly reached out her hand, placing it flat on the girl's left breast.
Her fingers tightened on the soft, hot flesh, ruthlessly kneading and crushing it with firm force.
"Haaahn...!" a high-pitched moan, dripping with shameless pleasure, tore from Liselotte's throat.
"Do not worry, darling," the Mistress whispered, looking straight into her dilated pupils. "It is not only your first kiss that will belong to me."
Liselotte smiled with a blissful, completely radiant expression, trembling in her grip.
"I certainly hope so..."
Nyssara laughed quietly and squeezed her breast even harder, rolling her hand so that her thumb rubbed mercilessly against the swollen nipple.
Liselotte literally went limp.
Her spine arched, her breathing turned into ragged, shallow panting, and she felt such a violent, searing jolt in her lower belly that she was certain she was about to explode.
Holy shit... the thought flashed through her red-hot brain.
Are succubi really this absurdly sensitive?!
I get that I've been walking around horny all day, and that first kiss blew every fuse in my head... but to be on the verge of coming just from having a tit squeezed?!
This is cheating!
She could already feel the wave gathering for the final strike, when suddenly...
The touch vanished.
Nyssara's warm hand simply pulled away from her breast.
A sudden, tearing, agonizing emptiness took over Liselotte's body.
The girl opened her eyes wide, looking at the Demon Queen with genuine, shocked reproach. She opened her mouth, ready to beg her to finish the job, but before she could choke out a single syllable...
FLICK.
Nyssara folded her index finger and thumb, and with a loud snap, flicked her right in the middle of her forehead.
"We still have several matters to attend to tonight," the Empress announced, resting her hands on her knees. "So you will have to wait for an orgasm."
Liselotte grabbed her forehead, pushing her lips out so far they almost touched her nose.
"I always... I always thought in all those erotic novels that orgasm denial was the most exciting fetish in the world," she mumbled with profound, tragic disappointment. "But I am slowly beginning to sincerely regret it. Reality is vastly more frustrating than fantasy!"
Nyssara laughed out loud at her suffering.
"When we are finished... perhaps I will allow you to climax."
Liselotte's eyes flared in a fraction of a second, as if someone had lit candles in them.
"Really?! Do you promise?!"
The Empress nodded slowly.
A moment later, she waved her hand in front of her, summoning a system window.
A pale light flashed in the air, and a pair of shoes materialized in Nyssara's hands.
Liselotte blinked, looking at them with genuine curiosity.
These were no high, lacquered stilettos.
In the Mistress's hands rested a pair of simple, elegant, completely flat pumps made of soft black leather, utterly devoid of any elevation or heel.
"And where did you pull those from, my Mistress?" the maid asked, tilting her head.
Nyssara fixed her with a strange, pity-filled look.
"From your own inventory, genius."
Liselotte's jaw dropped, staring at the shoes with such boundless shock as if she had seen a ghost.
"Really?! I bought something like that?! But I hate flat shoes!"
Nyssara let out a heavy sigh from her lungs, shaking her head in disbelief.
"It is no wonder you never mentioned a single word about those three items in your inventory, considering you bought absolutely everything blindly without even glancing at the descriptions or names..."
Liselotte stiffened, and her elven ears perked up alertly.
"Three items?"
The Empress waved her hand dismissively, cutting off the topic.
"It doesn't matter. For now, we will deal with these shoes."
Liselotte looked at the black leather of the pumps she held, scratched her bare hip, and after a moment asked with deadly seriousness:
"Do you... want me to lick them?"
Nyssara closed her eyelids for a second, taking a deep, calming breath.
"Liselotte. Shoes do not exist exclusively to be licked."
"But for me, that is their primary function!" the servant protested immediately, sticking out the pink tip of her tongue.
"Put them on," the Mistress ordered curtly, sliding the pumps under her knees.
Liselotte looked at her in absolute consternation.
"My Mistress... you know perfectly well how my curse works. I am forbidden from wearing flat footwear! I can only walk in stilettos or completely barefoot! The system won't allow me to do it!"
Nyssara nodded calmly, and pure curiosity - the curiosity of a monarch probing the limits of magical laws - ignited in her eyes.
"I am aware of that. And that is precisely why I am curious to see what will transpire when you attempt to put them on. When you were designing this curse... did you specify exactly what punishment would fall upon your body the moment the prohibition was broken?"
Liselotte froze and began frantically searching the depths of her memory from the character creation process.
After a moment, the girl uncertainly shook her head from side to side.
Seeing this gesture, a wide, malicious smile bloomed on Nyssara's lips as she handed her the pumps.
"In that case, put them on, darling. Let us see with our own eyes how your curse operates."
Liselotte swallowed loudly.
With her heart pounding heavily, she cautiously reached out her hands and took the soft leather shoes.
She pulled her left foot toward herself, staring at the pump as if it were about to explode or bite her toes off.
The girl held her breath.
Slowly, with reverent caution, she slipped the tip of her pale foot inside the shoe.
She waited for a painful discharge of magic, for paralysis, for the system to scream about a critical error...
However, nothing happened.
Liselotte blinked and pushed her heel forward.
The shoe simply, with a soft, velvet slide, slipped onto her foot without the slightest resistance, perfectly molding to the shape of her foot a second later.
The girl quickly, mechanically slipped the second pump onto her right foot.
And after a few seconds of adjusting them, both shoes sat on her feet perfectly.