This might be the first time I’ve touched a Fallen...
That made Diablo a bit nervous.
“So? What does giving me magical energy involve? When you strengthened Shera’s bow, all you did was touch it.”
“That much is easy,” Klem nodded.
“And strengthening me is harder?”
“It is difficult! And it will take some time.”
“Well, that’s fine...”
He was still exhausted from yesterday’s battle, but whenever he was stressed from socializing, he couldn’t fall asleep. Lying down alone only made him remember all his failures, and he would stay awake until dawn, full of anger, shame, and regret. Speaking to Klem was a much better distraction.
But as that thought crossed his mind, he felt something warm and wet brush against his cheek.
Schlrp...
He’d... just been licked.
“Aaaah?! Wh-What are you doing, Klem?!” Diablo raised his voice and moved away.
“Hm? I’m strengthening you.”
“No, no, no... This is wrong. Why did you lick me?”
Klem cackled at him.
“I’m not going to eat you. Just stay put, Diablo.”
“That’s not what I meant...”
“I mean, you don’t look tasty, so why would I eat you?”
...So you’d eat me if I did look tasty?!
“Demon Lord... Giving magical energy... Very terrible!” Edelgard said, a serious expression on her face. “So stay, still? Still!”
She might have started licking him, but this was a magical ritual of some sort. Interrupting it wouldn’t be good.
“Hmph... Fine,” Diablo sank his body into the bed. “I leave everything in your hands, so do as you will.”
“Good! You’re obedient,” Klem nodded in satisfaction. “You’ve become mature, Diablo.”
Hearing that from a girl who placed the utmost value on biscuits felt like a backhanded compliment, but Diablo kept that thought to himself.
“Schlrp... Schlrp...”
Klem’s small tongue licked Diablo’s cheek. Edelgard was licking him, too — she brought her face to the nape of his neck and extended her tongue, touching his skin with its tip. It was thin and long, twice as long as any of the races.
She really is a Fallen...
Diablo trembled ever so slightly. It was ticklish. As he stirred, Edelgard pinned down his body with both hands.
“Ugh...”
She was serious about this. Her eyes were earnest, as if she were in the middle of combat. Maybe that was only natural, since they were in the middle of a ritual conducted by the Demon Lord she worshiped. Diablo lay on the bed cautiously. He thought this was just a pastime before he fell asleep, but it felt like he was being operated on as Klem and Edelgard’s tongues crawled over his skin.
“Schlrp... Schlrp...”
“Mm, mmm...”
“Grr... This thing is enchanted,” Klem grumbled, her fingers running over Diablo’s clothes. “It’s in the way.”
“Destroy it?” Edelgard suggested.
“W-Wait! The 《Ghost Suit》 is a piece of EX Rank equipment, as powerful as the 《Ebony Abyss》! It increases my stats and has preliminary healing and instadeath prevention effects!”
“Mm...” Klem hummed grumpily.
“Wait, I’ll take it off.”
I can’t just let them rip this thing apart. It’s not like a girl’s stockings in a porn video or something...
Diablo removed the Ghost Suit.
“Take off your bottoms, too!” Klem said with a smile.
“Huuuuuh...?!” Diablo exclaimed, aghast.
“Don’t you understand? If the ritual is incomplete, my strengthening won’t apply to your bottom half!”
“Nnng...”
The way she put it, it seemed any spots she licked would be strengthened and made more resilient. And as awkward as this was, he didn’t want to have his lower half be blown off by an enemy’s AOE attack.
Left with no choice, Diablo took off his pants. Klem and Edelgard waited for him to do so, watching with wanton curiosity.
“Ugh...” He fidgeted awkwardly.
Despite his misgivings, Diablo was now naked. Klem reached out for his exposed bits. As her hand grabbed hold of him, it felt like her warmth transmitted to his body.
“That’s what I’d expect of you, Diablo,” she remarked, a satisfied smile on her lips. “Quite robust, for one of the races.”
“Big...” Edelgard said, her face drawing closer to him.
She extended her tongue. A ticklish, sweet stimulus jolted through Diablo’s spine. He couldn’t help but let out a moan.
“H-Hey, I haven’t even taken a bath yet...”
“It does smell of sweat a little.”
“Edelgard, don’t mind? Don’t mind!”
“Schlurp... It’s a bit salty.”
“Mmm, nnn... Tastes like, fish sandwich?”
Just don’t bite it off!
While he was still a bit anxious, he entrusted his body to the girls’ ministrations. Klem licked him gently, while Edelgard’s tongue slithered and coiled around his flesh, teasing him with its tip. Washed over by a sensation that couldn’t be attributed to just their tongues, Diablo felt his breath clog in his throat.
“Ugh...”
“Aaah, haa... Now then, this is where it begins, Diablo.”
So all you’ve been doing is licking me the whole time for no reason...?
Her tongue crawled over him. But suddenly, it felt as if electricity was running through his body, reaching deep into his core. It passed through his skin, into his muscles, and coursed into the marrow of his bones.
“Ah, ugh...!”
Edelgard licked wholeheartedly, as if lapping up nectar, pecking at him with her lips.
“Nnngh, schluuurp, mmm, nnng...!”
“Ugh...”
“Haa... Nng... Amazing...” Edelgard said, entranced. “Demon Lord’s power... I can feel it... Aaah!”
“Heheh, do you like the taste of this Demon Lord’s power, Diablo?”
“Kuh...”
He felt hot. A warmth ran through his body, hot enough to make Diablo think it might burn his skin, but the pleasure was even more intense. It felt so good he couldn’t breathe. The unfamiliar sensation seemed to flow right into his bones, and Diablo had no means of stopping it.
His field of vision was flashing and flickering. It felt like his brain was about to exceed the limit of the stimuli it could withstand.
“Mmm, nng, schluuuurp, mm... Nnng, aaah... Mmm, nhaaaa!” The tip of Klem’s tongue continued sending magical energy into Diablo’s body.
“Aaaahaaa... Demon Lord... Demon Loooord...” Edelgard also devouringly moved her tongue, licking and slurping. “Aaah, aaah, aaaaah!”
Edelgard’s body twitched and spasmed excitedly. Klem wasn’t much better for wear, though.
“Aaah... Diablo... Diablo... Nnnng! Accept it! This Demon Lord’s... magical energy!”
A splashing sound filled Diablo’s ears as a warm fluid washed over him, clinging stickily to his body. It was wet and a bit yellowish. Edelgard was also doused in that fluid, twitching powerlessly.
...Was this really a magical ritual?
Diablo couldn’t help but ask himself that anxious question.
†
At the Magimatic Castle Viovix...
Standing atop a flat platform called the Eighth Deck was a golden Magimatic Sol.
Goldinus of the Gold.
There was no one else in sight... No one alive, anyway. All the Magimatic engineers that came to service the unit were killed, reduced to puddles and bits.
The area was warded off and designated a restricted area. The Gelmed Empire had no control over Goldinus. The strongest Magimatic Sol had finally found a compatible pilot, but with the chief Magimatic mage Doriadanph dead, the enslavement magic on said pilot had been undone. And while the Human within it could be devoured at the Emperor’s will, he made no such attempt...
They believed the Emperor had judged that since there were no other Magimatic Sols available, Goldinus of the Gold would be allowed to remain active. Even if it was not on the Gelmed Empire’s side, so long as it caused harm to the enemy, it was still beneficial.
The pilot disembarked, her feet landing on the deck, long hair fluttering in the wind.
“Aaah...”
Alicia Cristela. Her once red hair was now a brilliant shade of gold. Most Magimatic Sol pilots piloted nude, so as to maximize their contact with the machine. Alicia, however, was clad in a suit of black leather.
“Aah... The capital is... How beautiful...”
Her gaze was fixed downward, at the first district. It had been completely blown off, with even the ground carved away by the blast. More than half of it was already submerged underwater. She gazed at the obliterated town with ecstatic eyes. Saliva leaked from her parted lips, dripping into her cleavage.
She then turned her eyes to Castle Grandiose.
“Why would His Grace leave that despicable place intact...? He ought to have started with destroying the castle, first...”
“For there hides the Girl of the Vessel,” a voice, thick with static noise, replied to her question.
There were no living beings in this place save for Alicia. She turned around, a grin on her lips.
“Is there any relation between His Grace’s desire and the sublime act of wiping away the unsightly?”
“Should you ignore imperial orders...”
Alicia’s eyes widened angrily.
“You still haven’t learned how to speak to me properly, have you...? You pig.”
“Ugh?!”
“Such an undisciplined animal.”
“I-I am... the ultimate Magimatic Sol of Twilight...”
“You pig!”
“Nnngh... My... apologies...”
Her gaze was fixed on Goldinus of the Gold — or rather, its cockpit. Flesh-colored tentacles writhed within it. One of the tentacles slithered along the floor, slowly and almost fearfully as it approached her. It coiled around Alicia’s leg, as if clinging to her. It climbed up her hip, eventually reaching her waist.
Transparent droplets dripped into the crevice of her groin. Alicia smiled.
“So ugly!”
Alicia stomped on the tentacle, loud enough to produce noise. A white, yellow sticky fluid squirted out of its tip. These tentacles served as nerve junctioning threads, meant to connect the pilot to the Magimatic Sol. Alicia wiped the sticky threads of fluid clinging to her abdomen with her hand and lapped them up with her tongue.
“You reek.”
“Ugh...”
“Aaaah. You look oh so wretched.”
Alicia’s fingernails dug into the tentacle.
“O-Oiiink... M-Moooore...”
“More? A pathetic servant like you has the gall to make demands for more from your mistress...? You still don’t know your place, do you...?”
“Aaah?! Ugh... P-Please... Forgive me...”
“Heheh... Why should I keep bothering with such a disgusting creature? Stay here and rot until His Grace gives his orders.”
“Aaah...” The tentacle shivered. “N-Neglect...”
The tentacle dribbled more sticky fluid.
“Aaah... This world really is...” Alicia whispered, an ecstatic smile on her lips. “Really is full of muck and filth... I must hurry... Hurry and... destroy it all♥”