Nyssara slowly loosened her grip on the maid's sore, flushed nipples, allowing the purple, swollen skin to slowly return to its shape.
Liselotte slumped limply against her shoulder, catching ragged, searing breaths. A quiet, pathetic sniffle escaped her nose, and solitary tears ran down her cheeks - yet there was not a shred of regret in her clouded, ruby eyes. Instead, there was pure euphoria.
The Mistress looked down at the girl lying in her arms, and a dull, burning throb echoed in her own lower belly.
Nyssara felt the blood in her veins accelerate violently. The sight of this defenseless, juice-dripping servant awakened a primal, predatory hunger within her.
However, she knew how to keep her desires on a short leash with iron discipline - she had no intention of losing her cool until she orchestrated this scene exactly on her own terms.
The Empress raised her gaze to the Greedy Parasite Plug levitating in the air. The pink silicone shimmered in the cool moonlight, and the ruby heart at the base pulsed with a quiet, sinister rhythm.
"Get off me, Liselotte," Nyssara commanded in a low, velvety tone, completely devoid of anger.
The servant flinched obediently. She slid off the Empress's knees, planting her bare feet on the stones. Her legs shook so violently beneath her that she almost collapsed to the ground, but she caught her balance just in time.
"Approach the altar. Rest your hands on the edge and stick your ass out toward me."
Liselotte blinked rapidly, and her long elven ears fluttered in the air.
"My Mistress... you want to... now?"
"Was my command unclear?" Nyssara cut off curtly, raising an eyebrow.
"N-No! I'm going!" the girl squeaked.
She approached the wide basalt block she had previously dusted off and placed her hands flat against the icy stone. The contrast in temperature struck her with the force of a whip - the black stone was steeped in chill, while her own skin burned with a fever.
Liselotte hiked the pink satin nightgown high above her hips, exposing her round, perfectly shaped buttocks, then arched her spine into a deep, submissive curve. Her little black tail trembled nervously, shifting to the side to expose the entrance.
Absolute chaos swirled in her head.
What is happening to me...? she thought feverishly, digging her nails into the stone.
In my previous life, an orgasm was something so simple and boring... a dozen seconds, one violent burst, and it was over.
And now?
Every centimeter of my skin is screaming with hunger.
Do all women feel it this overpoweringly intense, or is it because of this cursed succubus blood that every touch turns into a wildfire?!
She was snapped out of her musings by a quiet, slow footstep behind her.
Nyssara approached soundlessly and, with a slow, caressing motion, ran her hand down the maid's arched spine, brushing the sensitive base of her tail with her fingertips, eliciting an involuntary, guttural squeak from Liselotte.
A moment later, both of the Empress's hands rested on her buttocks, unceremoniously spreading the curves apart.
Nyssara leaned in to examine the tight, pink entrance... and literally froze.
The Mistress raised her eyebrows in mute, genuine astonishment. She had been convinced that she would require thick oil or lubricant from the servant's inventory to insert the plug.
Reality, however, completely defied logic.
Between Liselotte's thighs, it was so unbelievably wet that thick, clear juices flowed from her feminine slit in a wide stream, flooding her entire crotch and completely bathing her tight, pulsing anus.
That entire zone literally glistened in the moonlight, coated in a thick, slick layer of natural fluid that exuded a heavy, sweet succubus scent.
"Unbelievable..." Nyssara murmured involuntarily, a note of disbelief sounding in her voice. "You are completely flooded back there as well. By what miracle does your body produce so much moisture without any external stimulation?"
Liselotte felt the blood rush to her face with such force she nearly grew dizzy. She pressed her forehead against the cold basalt, squeezing her eyelids shut.
"My Mistress... I told you..." she mumbled in embarrassment, though perverse pride rang in her voice. "Succubus anatomy does not know the concept of dryness when I am horny... My body ensures on its own that everything is ready for any type of penetration... Is that a bad thing...?"
"A bad thing?" Nyssara laughed quietly, her low voice dripping with ruthless approval. "Quite the contrary, darling. You are saving us a significant amount of precious time."
The Mistress reached out and quickly typed a special command into her punishment system, while grabbing the levitating butt plug with her other hand.
The cold, smooth silicone rested in her fingers. Upon confirming the command, Nyssara didn't wait another moment. She brought the tapering, rounded tip of the plug directly to Liselotte's slick, clenched entrance, pressing it with slow, inexorable force.
"Haaah...!" Liselotte let the air out through clenched teeth, straightening her toes.
The tip of the artifact met resistance, but thanks to the flood of natural juices, it smoothly breached the first barrier. The tight ring of muscle yielded under the pressure.
"Breathe deeply," Nyssara ordered softly, digging her thumb in right beside it to stabilize her grip. "And do not dare tense up."
With those words, the Empress pushed the shaft forward.
The widest part of the plug spread Liselotte's walls with ruthless, absolute severity. The girl arched her back, and a muffled, shock-filled moan tore from her lips.
The sensation of stretching was massive, almost painful, but in a fraction of a second, it mingled with a searing, overpowering fullness. Her body literally swallowed the alien shape, and the natural mucus in her ass facilitated every millimeter of the thrust.
POP.
With a quiet, wet smack, the widest part slipped past the sphincter. The pink silicone disappeared entirely inside her body, and on the outside, pressed perfectly against the pale skin between her buttocks, rested only the flat base with the gleaming ruby heart.
"Aaaahn... oh heavens..." Liselotte whispered, panting heavily on the cold stone. "It's... it's inside me..."
And in that exact fraction of a second, the artifact came to life.
True to its description, the Greedy Parasite Plug possessed its own, malicious consciousness. Sensing the hot blood and flood of bodily fluids inside the host, the parasite immediately awakened in excitement.
Inside Liselotte, the silicone shaft suddenly twitched, then began to slowly, rhythmically swell, expanding and gently pulsing in defiance of all laws of nature!
"K-Kyyyaaa!" the servant screamed, clamping her hands on the edge of the altar so hard her knuckles turned white. "My Mistress! It... it's moving! It's growing inside me!"
"Of course it is growing," Nyssara spoke right by her ear, leaning over her back and resting a hand on her hip. "It is a living parasite. Enjoy its presence."
For Liselotte, it was too much.
The internal pressure of the pulsing artifact struck directly at her deepest, hyper-sensitive nerve clusters. Simultaneously, the cold air whipped her wet thighs, and Nyssara's hand burned her hip like red-hot iron.
The pure, ruthless impulse of submission merged with the unstoppable physiology of a succubus, which was additionally amplified by 500% by Nyssara, although Lisa had absolutely no idea about that.
The maid's entire body stiffened.
The wave that had been building all day - from the very first touches, to the ear-pulling, to the wild kiss, and the current toy constantly changing size - crashed with the devastating force of a tsunami.
"My Mistress... wait... I can't... I'm about to...!"
The words died in her throat.
This wasn't a male orgasm, and it wasn't the brief, localized release Liselotte was accustomed to.
This was a total, atomic explosion that rolled through every single cell of her new body. Liselotte's abdominal muscles clenched in a brutal, spasmodic cramp. A massive geyser exploded between her legs - the girl literally shot a stream of hot fluids, flooding the stone in front of her, while her internal walls clamped down with wild, maddened fury around the pulsing plug.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHNNNN!" her scream tore through the night sky, transitioning into a high, choking sob of pure, inhuman ecstasy.
Her entire body began to tremble violently in uncontrolled convulsions. Waves of pleasure crashed one after another, not giving her a single second to breathe.
Stars swirled in Liselotte's eyes, and her brain literally drowned in an ocean of searing, electric light. She shook on the cold altar for a long, endless ten seconds, until finally her arms lost all support.
The girl went completely limp.
Had Nyssara not caught her under the chest in time, the girl would have face-planted onto the wet stone.
The Mistress lifted her limp, sweaty body, turning her toward herself. Liselotte hung in her arms, her head thrown back, her ass stuffed with a magical butt plug, and her eyes rolled back in a blissful trance. A trickle of drool seeped from the corner of her mouth, and her breathing was quiet, shallow, and ragged.
Before her eyelids closed completely, the girl struggled to focus the remnants of her fading vision on her Mistress's face.
"T-Thank you... my Mistress..." she whispered with a barely audible, trembling breath, and the happiest, completely delirious little smile bloomed on her lips. "Thank you... for my... first..."
The words broke off as Liselotte's head dropped limply onto Nyssara's shoulder, and the servant drifted off into a deep, exhausting, blissful sleep.
The Empress held her in silence for a long moment, feeling the steady, calm beating of her heart. A rare, genuinely warm smile of satisfaction appeared at the corners of the Mistress's mouth.
"Good girl," Nyssara murmured quietly.
She shifted the girl to the side, laying her carefully on a dry section of the stone block.
Next, she summoned Liselotte's inventory panel, quickly locating the item she had seen during the analysis of her maid's profile: a small, snow-white cloth sewn from special material.
The item materialized in the Empress's hand.
Nyssara knelt by the altar and set about cleaning up. With practiced, surprisingly tender meticulousness, she began wiping the girl's heated, still-trembling thighs.
The magical fabric worked flawlessly - it absorbed every drop of the thick mucus in a fraction of a second, leaving Liselotte's skin perfectly clean, dry, and soft.
The Mistress carefully dried her buttocks, the area around the ruby heart lodged deep inside her body, and the inner side of her thighs.
When she finished, she tossed the cloth back into the inventory, pulled a soft, warm woolen blanket from the stash, and wrapped the sleeping girl tightly in it, shielding her from the night chill.
Nyssara sat nearby on a stone, gazing at the peaceful, slumber-smiling face of her small, warped servant.
A soothing silence settled over the ruins of Gloamreach Vale once again, and in the heart of the newborn empire, everything was slowly falling into its proper place.