“Well then…um…here.” Lizzy grabbed both of Stunk’s hands timidly—“timid” as far as he could tell anyway—and drew them toward her breasts. “Hey, you’re pretty bold…! Can’t say I hate that gap in your persona.” Stunk massaged Lizzy’s chest over the sheer fabric. Her breasts filled both his hands and then some—an F-cup for sure. They were soft, yet malleable, with just the right amount of firmness. A humongous pair that retained its youthful buoyancy was a rare and impressive treat. “Mmm… Anh… Oh…oh my goodness…” Lizzy cried out sweetly, as if her voice was about to fade into thin air, but she kept her delicate fingers around Stunk’s hands as he took to his task. The scales on her palms were cold and hard in contrast with her breasts, but Stunk didn’t mind. He compared it to the pleasant sensation of cool marble against warm skin. Damn, I’m really getting into this. The real thrill of a succubus joint was enjoying the unique nature of a species other than your own. It was only natural for people to be attracted to the unfamiliar—things they themselves didn’t possess. Hunting for the perfect pair was a similar experience. Men didn’t have breasts, after all. “Umm, I’m…I’m starting to feel hot.” Lizzy arched her spine and wrapped her hand around the back of Stunk’s neck. A sweet aroma wafted from her parted lips. Basilisk breath carried a scent utterly alien to humans, and when Stunk smelled it, his brain melted into a puddle. His synapses were on fire, and his lower abdomen started to throb. “Oh, ohhh… This is it.” Poison flowed into Stunk’s body. But in place of the pain or fear one would normally expect, Stunk was awash with excitement and a tingly feeling. He had goosebumps, which made him think his pores had closed up, but they had actually opened as he began to sweat. Even at level three, this poison is no joke! In high enough doses, medicine could become poison, but evidently, the reverse was also true. Club Basilisk used the basilisk girls’ poisonous breath as a sort of aphrodisiac. The highest level of poison that could be recommended to a healthy human was level three. Anything higher could produce negative side effects, and according to the waivers that each customer signed, the establishment could not be held liable for any developments thereafter. “What…do you think? It doesn’t smell strange, does it?” “No, it smells amazing… I’m getting light-headed…” Stunk wasn’t actually sure if he was fine. The more poison he took in, the better he felt, and the more his overall impression of Lizzy’s looks continued to soar. He became laser-focused on her mouth, which was producing the heavenly scent. “Does kissing cost extra?” “No, it’s included…but…is my heart ready?” “Ready or not, here I come!” With no further questions, Stunk puckered his lips. His goal was to breach Lizzy’s mouth—which rarely opened much, even when she spoke—with his tongue, like he was forcing back the petals of a flower bud. The illicit nature of it excited him all the more. “Mmmph…mmm…mmf…” Stunk entwined his tongue with Lizzy’s, which was reticent and contracted and tasted her saliva. It’s…sweet. The regulated poisonous aroma was sweet like fruit liqueur as it coated his tongue, but when he drank it down, it burned like moonshine. Stunk’s face flushed red as he got more and more into it. Stunk could feel himself getting drunk on her, and he poured passion into the kiss. As their tongues explored each other, he indulged in the taste. He wasn’t so consumed by the kiss that he let his hands sit idle, however. When he discovered her pink nipples had become as hard as her scales, he zeroed in on his new target. He rubbed them with the pad of his thumb. He squeezed, twisted, pinched, and even employed his fingernails. “Mmm—ohhh—ahhh—mmm—!” Lizzy continued to squirm, but her moans were only getting more erotic. She never once recoiled her tongue, so Stunk assumed she was enjoying herself. The greeter had said, “You can tell if your girl’s not into it, because her crest will become inflamed. That means she no longer consents.” Stunk couldn’t see Lizzy’s crest while he was kissing her, so he decided to pull away for a moment. Their mouths were connected by a single thread of saliva. Lizzy’s tongue flicked out of her mouth, chasing after Stunk’s. “Ah—” Lizzy was embarrassed and quickly pulled her tongue back. The appearance of her crest hadn’t changed since Stunk entered the room. “…You taste like cigarettes.” Every word from the bashful basilisk’s mouth was as sweet as her saliva. “You taste like syrup, Lizzy. Our kiss made the world turn pink… Oh— Wha—? Huh—?!” Stunk blinked his eyes rapidly. He wasn’t just imagining it; the entire room had turned pink. He could see a pink gas swirling around Lizzy. With every breath he took, the gas turned a deeper hue, and his brain and crotch pulsed in rhythm. “Whoa! This must be from the poison, too! Whoa! Whoa! My brain’s got a boner!” “I-I’m glad…that you’re enjoying yourself.” “Oh, I definitely am. But I gotta admit, this is pretty trippy!” Stunk felt like he was having an out-of-body experience. His entire world had become an erotic paradise, and in the center of everything stood Lizzy, shimmering. Lizzy, sweet Lizzy. You shy, slender, buxom little nympho. I bet you love luring men in with those shimmering scales. Every time Stunk saw her peer up at him, a fresh torrent of lewd thoughts swirled around his mind. “Sorry, but I kinda wanna bully you. Mind if I get a little rough?” “Why do all my customers ask me that…? …A-anyway, first, we need to go to the bath.” “Oh, so you wanna get bullied in the bath, huh, Lizzy? Sure, let’s go. I’ll show you true paradise, Lizzyyy.” “But I’m the one who’s supposed to wash you…” Stunk led her to the bath by her delicate arm. Lizzy explained that she was from a frozen village to the north—a place of ravaged earth where even animals struggled to survive. The summers were short, and the heavy winter snowfall blanketed everything with a rich silver. All the men were devoted to hunting, and the women to leatherworking. Her great-grandparents were the first ones to come to this land. They were also basilisks, but they didn’t have poison in their blood. Lizzy owed her poisonous breath and scales to her distant ancestors. She was fortunate in that her grandfather was a rich landowner. He had a magician from the neighboring village create magical glasses to dampen Lizzy’s petrifying gaze. And he had the economic wherewithal to have potions concocted to regulate the effects of her poisonous breath. All told, the most detrimental factor was the cold. Basilisks were a cold-blooded races that shared many physical traits with certain lizard species. Even if they wore fur coats or sat in front of a fire, they would still be cold. In her youth, Lizzy would often wear so many layers that her friends began calling her “Lumpy Lizzy.” There was one boy who was especially mean about it. But she didn’t resent for him for it, and she remembered never being far from his side. “You didn’t really hate him, did you? In fact, I bet you probably liked him, right?” Stunk saw the opportunity to tease Lizzy a little. He was embracing her from behind on the bath mat, his hands traveling all over her body. Her body was covered in a thick lather that Stunk had whipped up with the magical cleansing lube. Though their roles had been reversed, and he was attentively bathing her, he loved every second of it. “I’m right, aren’t I?” “Um, well…mmf, ahhh…um—anh…” “Since you won’t give me a straight answer, I’m gonna have to hit you with a special move I like to call The Double Ultimate Titty Twister.” “A-ahn—! I…I liked…him…!” Stunk’s sadistic heart sang as he teased Lizzy, her body twitching each time she felt the bite of his fingers. Her body temperature was relatively low, as she herself had mentioned, but now that she was locked in Stunk’s embrace, her body relaxed against his. Her lips had loosened in turn, and Stunk found that with only a bit of prodding, she would tell him anything he wanted to hear. Her crest still hadn’t changed, so there was no need for Stunk to hold back. “Now tell me. How does it feel to be on the receiving end for a change?” “Ah, ahhn…please…you shouldn’t—!” “Does it feel good here? How ’bout here? Now for a little o’ this!” No matter where he touched her—her slender limbs, her full breasts, her shapely butt—she felt amazing in his hands. The very scales of her arms and legs trembled with his touch. “You horny little lizard. I bet you did stuff like this with the boy from back then, didn’t you?” “Ah, ah, ah…! Y-yes, we did, just a bit…” “Was he your first?” “N-no, my…my first was…an older merchant.” Faced with her completely unexpected response, Stunk swallowed the lump in his throat. His excitement had reached new heights. “I can’t get enough of that bashful face. So there was a boy you were crushing on, but you went and had a fling with some older guy, huh?” “Our village was quite…open…in that regard.” In the countryside, the cheapest and best entertainment was sex, or so went the old saying. To think, the prim and proper, quiet girl gave up her chastity to an older guy… There was no doubt the friend in question would’ve been upset, but the older guy probably thought he’d hit the jackpot. From Stunk’s third-person perspective, all he could think was Lizzy’s secretly a freak, heh-heh-heh-heh. “And given my physical disposition, I wasn’t sure if he would be okay or not…” “Wait, so the older guy was just a trial run…?” “Altogether, I experimented with four different men while trying to get the dosage of the neutralizing potion right… Ah! Don’t worry, I didn’t kill anyone! And seeing as no one perished during their time with me, I felt confident enough to approach the boy! And our first time together was perfect!” “Hey, Lizzy, are you actually just shameless?” “N-no, I’m average… I’m just Lumpy Lizzy.” Now Stunk was convinced her meek persona was an act. But even if she was just putting on a show, he wasn’t about to say anything that might ruin the mood. He shrugged it off as his hands ventured farther south. There was no resistance. Her thighs were slick with love nectar. “Mmm…ahh—hff!” “So tell me how it went down when you finally fucked your friend.” “It w-was during the festival, beneath a tree in the forest…ahh—!” “Your first time with him was outside, huh? Sounds like you’ve been a bad girl from the beginning, Lizzy.” His fingers slid in and out. She wasn’t as warm inside as he was used to. Lizzy, meanwhile, was avidly grinding against him, drinking in his warmth. “What position did you do it in? Did he get to sample that greedy mouth of yours?” “Mm, mm…unf…uhhn—!” “You really liked him, so you must remember it well, hmm?” Lizzy sighed through her nose as her juices flowed even more aggressively. She might have been acting, but there was no doubt she was a full-blooded masochist. “Hey. Answer me.” The rougher his voice got, the wetter she became. “F-first, I braced myself against a tree so that he could take me from behind…but my tail got in the way, so he arched back on the ground, and I got on top…” “So you looked him in the eyes when he penetrated you?” “…Yes.” “And did it feel good?” “…Yes.” “Did you kiss him like your life depended on it?” Their conversation stopped for two breaths. Lizzy’s eventual reply was a bit heavy. “He…wouldn’t kiss me. I think he was afraid of the poison.” Stunk then brought Lizzy’s face toward his with a hand and kissed her deeply. When he wrapped his tongue around hers, she gushed once more and tightened around his fingers. She was absolutely ravenous. Her sweet poison was the perfect pairing for the moment. In this scenario, the spot I should obviously go for is…right here! Stunk had explored the whole of her body with his slippery hands and, in doing so, discovered her greatest weakness. With a free hand, he began stroking her long, green tail. “Hyahhhh…mmmm…haahhn—!” “Wh-whoa. That’s one hell of a response for a little tail attention. It’s throbbing like crazy… Kinda reminds me of a certain something.” “D-don’t say that… I’m proud of my tail…!” “That was a compliment. Lewd things are lovely, my lusty Lizzy.” Stunk couldn’t help talking like a pervy old man when he got excited. He didn’t understand why it happened, either, but such were his tastes as a man. Zel said he got the same way sometimes. “C’mon now, lemme stroke that long, thick shaft.” “My…tail, right? Wh-why did you say it like that? Mm, ahh—!” Stunk lifted up Lizzy’s tail and started scrubbing it, tip first. It was so wonderfully slippery—perhaps due to the lather from the magical lube—and her scales were as smooth as polished crystals. The muscle underneath was firm…much like the shaft all men possess. When Stunk squeezed it harder, Lizzy began to squirm. “Did your childhood friend ever tend to your tail like this?” “H-he didn’t even think to do so… He was just a normal, horny human… Ahh—mmm—hyahh, I’m—I’m cumming! I’m cumming…!” “Cumming already? You really wanna cum that badly? Are you the feudal lord of cumming?” “…Feudal lord?” “Don’t lose momentum, Lizzy! Take this!” “Nrgh— My tail is cummingggg!” Lizzy pushed her back into Stunk’s chest and spasmed as her tail wrapped around his arm. She was constricting him tight—proof of how hard she had climaxed. After a few moments, the entire bath filled with a sweet scent—it must have been her poisonous breath. Looking in the mirror in front of them, Stunk could see that her mouth was half-open with a line of drool leaking out. “Did your childhood friend make you cum this hard?” “…I never came once.” “That’s a damn shame. Let’s make sure you cum like crazy today, okay?” Through the combined methods of kissing her, stroking her tail, and going to work with his fingers, Stunk quickly gave Lizzy another orgasm. Her childhood friend ended up marrying another girl from the village, or so Stunk was told. Lizzy left the village soon after that. There’s no guarantee it’s even true, though. Her entire story could have easily been fabricated to flavor the experience. That said, seeing her completely listless and covered in frothy lube, Stunk was finding it hard to believe she was faking. He had an even harder time imagining she was a magical being who ushered in death through poison and a petrifying gaze. Basilisk or not, women were still women. “We haven’t even gotten to the main attraction.” Stunk scooped up Lizzy gleefully. He gently picked her up like a princess, though she wasn’t particularly light. Thanks to her tail, she weighed considerably more than the average human woman. Oh shit, I didn’t think this through… I might actually throw out my back. Having narrowly avoided tragedy, Stunk came to his senses—but only for a moment, as Lizzy cooed and curled up in his arms. “You’re such a manly man…” Her cheeks flushed red as she spoke. The sweet poisonous breath wafting from Lizzy’s mouth kindled Stunk’s flame once again. “Bullying a cute girl is a man’s most coveted pastime.” Generally, at succubus joints, the girl took the lead, but their situation was an exception. Stunk could tell that Lizzy was going to stimulate his sadistic side. Stunk’s excitement could have been attributable to the effect from her poisonous breath, but either way, he was revved up. After laying Lizzy down on the bed, Stunk jumped right into it. “Get on all fours and stick your ass out this way.” Stunk spoke brusquely and gave Lizzy a hard slap on her rear. “Ahn—!” Lizzy cried out sweetly and stuck her ass toward Stunk obediently. Her butt wasn’t big by any stretch of the imagination, but compared with her thin waist, it looked pleasantly plump. It was almost tempting enough to cause Stunk to skip the foreplay and nail her brains out right then and there. Her cheeks, growing red from the spanking, stirred the male soul. “Please…be gentle…” “I refuse!” “Ohh…you meanie.” She was one to talk, considering she liked it rough. Lizzy’s tail was swaying back and forth, and Stunk grabbed it forcefully. “Ahh—!” She cried out in a sultry voice—just the reaction he had expected. “You said your tail got in the way during your first time with what’s-his-name, but here’s what I think about that!” Stunk grabbed her thick tail with both hands and hiked it high. It would still be in the way even if he pushed it to left or right, and in this position, he would need to support it the entire time. It was probably impossible for a middling virgin, but a swordsman who had seen countless battlefields and lived (for the sake of visiting even more succubus joints) simply had more drive. “Wow, you really open up down there when I tug on your tail; I’ve got a perfect view. How does that make you feel?” “…E-embarrassed…” “Oh-ho…? I guess basilisks have two holes after all.” “Mmm, the way you look at me… Um, basilisks share traits with reptiles, but that doesn’t mean we all have cloacae…” At the moment, Stunk was more focused on the front hole than the back. The wealth of love juice that gushed forth had gathered around the tiny scales near her pubic hair, making them shine. Drawn in by their brilliant gleam, Stunk moved his hips toward her. “I can’t wait any longer; just take the whole thing!” Stunk thrust his way deep inside, which caused her tail to quiver. “Ah, ahhh…all the way to the hilt, right from the start…!” “You know you love it. You’re insatiable, Lizzy.” “You’re cruel… So mean!” “You haven’t seen ‘mean’ yet.” Stunk fully adopted his sadistic role and bored his way in. He unfocused his gaze, refusing to stare at any one spot. Instead, he stared far off into the distance in an attempt to feel Lizzy’s movements with his other senses. Then he channeled all his focus into his member. Where was Lizzy’s weak spot? What kind of stimulation made her squirm the most? Every reaction he felt helped guide his way forward. This is the same as fighting with a sword. An enemy’s general movements could be perceived by the eye, but it fell to the blade to detect the more minute changes during an exchange of blows. And if such things were perceptible to the inanimate sword, much more could easily be perceived by Stunk’s flesh-and-blood blade. “Lizzy, your weakness is your soft underbelly—here!” “Ah— No way! …Ngh, I’m cumming!” Instant defeat. Lizzy’s tail was twitching fiercely. But he wasn’t done with her yet. “I wonder what’ll happen if I stir you up at the same time?” “W-wait, hold o— I’m cumming again…!” “If you’re already sensitive, I oughta get a real nice response if I focus on the bumpy bit right here!” “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumminnnng—!” “And now for the finishing blow! Suuuper— Psyche! Spanking time!” “Mmm, mmm—ahh!! That’s so good, so gooooood!” “Let me bite down on that tail!” “Hyahhhhh!!” “And now for the sure kill! Rapid-fire penetration! Ora, ora, ora, ora!” “Hyahhhhh, ahhhhhhh—!!” As Stunk predicted, Lizzy was going crazy. Her delicate body trembled, and her soft breasts bounced. Getting taken from behind had her drowning in ecstasy. Stunk had learned of her tail’s sensitivity while they were in the bath. One of the reasons he lifted it up was so he could get a proper bite. Everything was going according to plan. Of course, he hadn’t forgotten to check the condition of her crest. He was in the clear. Evidently, Lizzy was more than okay with multiple orgasms. “Ahh—ooh—mmph—ahhhh… I…I can’t…anymore…” Climaxing so many times caused Lizzy to feel as if her insides were melting. Yet the softer they became, the tighter they wrapped around Stunk. “It’s time for me to cum now.” “A-ahh… If you cum now, I’ll—” “—feel so good that you’ll cum again? Well, that’s what I’m aimin’ for!” “Ahh, ahhhn—!” Stunk slammed his hips into Lizzy again and again. That single technique would have been more than enough for him. Neither of them needed any special tricks on the plane of euphoria to which they had both ascended. I’ve already made her cum this much. It’s about time I got mine! To the victor go the spoils! It wasn’t a matter of winning or losing, but today, Stunk’s perverted competitiveness was in overdrive. With each instance of his lower abdomen slapping against Lizzy’s soft behind, he felt like he was dealing a critical attack to his prey. He took to task like he was raising his sword against a bitter enemy. He pounded and pounded… …and pounded some more. “Hnngh, oh god… Oh my god, ahhhhhhhh—!’ Lizzy’s body was racked with spasms again, and a wonderful sense of pleasure spread throughout Stunk’s crotch. “O-okay, try this on for size! My supreme blow!” Getting caught up in the heat of the moment, Stunk started spouting weird stuff as usual. But his bluster was soon dashed to the wind as he shook with a powerful orgasm. He convulsed with release as a thick, sticky fluid erupted from the depths. “Ohhh my god, it’s so much…! It can feel it so deep inside me! You’re filling me up… Ahhh—hyahhhhhh… I’m cumming agaaaaain!!” Lizzy arched her body backward as her ripe breasts bobbed and her tail went stiff. Was there any greater pleasure in this world than two people sharing their bodies with each other? Stunk and Lizzy had transcended the working relationship of succu-girl and client. They eclipsed the boundaries of species and became an illusion of two souls melded as one. Stunk felt true victory this time. I won… I’m so powerful… and other such thoughts filled his mind. He was on cloud nine. Conversely, Lizzy was facedown on the bed like a corpse. “Hrghh… Ah’m gonna die… Hnnh… I’b godda die…” She did resemble a half-dead opponent lying in the dirt after battle, save for the fact that her rear end was raised skyward and Stunk was still as deep in her as he could go. Her tail rubbed against his arm as her honey pot overflowed. It was as if her body was saying It was an honor to be defeated by you. “Heh-heh-heh, when I get serious, I even scare myself.” Stunk held his head high as he reveled in his ability to beat succu-girls at their own game. “Hahh…hahh…hahh… Oh my god…” Stunk heaved his shoulders and turned to look back at the panting Lizzy. “What’s the matter, Lizzy? Did it feel so good that you’re in love with me now? Now, now, you know we can never be together. I’m like dust in the wind, endlessly wandering—” Stunk continued his self-aggrandizing rant with a hand on his chin, and in that moment, he saw a flash. It was light glinting off Lizzy’s magical glasses. Behind them, lying in wait, was the petrifying gaze of her basilisk eyes. Ka-thunk. The impact of her stare was like a nail being hammered into Stunk’s brain. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at him, turning his thoughts to stone. “Don’t…tease me……like this…” Goosebumps raced across his skin. Instinctual fear took hold of him. …Apparently, he was teasing her by stopping. He was immediately stricken with the sense that if he didn’t keep the punishment coming, he would be turned to stone. In rebellion against his moment of weakness, a burning anger surged up from his core. Rage overtook him. Her little trick… Her momentary advantage… He could forgive neither. Even though he had nearly been drained dry, violent passion whetted his blade anew. He was as hard as stone. “You four-eyed sex freak! I’ll put you in your place! I want additional time!” “Oh nooo! Thank you for your patronage!” Stunk grabbed hold of Lizzy’s shimmering behind and tore into her once again. His insatiable appetite blended with his sadism, and he greedily devoured Lizzy’s body. The moment he decided to extend their session, he felt his heart soar—and he also noticed the corners of Lizzy’s mouth curl up. Stunk ignored it. If it feels good, then who cares? He lived by those words. * The next day, reviews of Club Basilisk were posted at Ye Pubbe. Stunk turned his back to the group of men flocking to read the assessments and quaffed his ale with gusto. He savored the drink before shooting a sidelong glance at Zel. “Rare for you to screw up, Zel. You got so wrapped up in grabbing the girl with the biggest rack that you forgot about the golden rule of enjoying the place, didn’t ya?” “Oh, shut up. By the way, if you were so worried about the aftereffects, you should have chosen level-one poison.” “Nah, I’m a swordsman who gets more fired up the more threatening my opponent is. You wouldn’t believe how many times that hourglass Lizzy begged for mercy.”
Chapter 7
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