Once the most difficult part was over, the rest was easy. The unusually smooth, moist v*gina of the nightmare easily accepted the thick p*nis.

Moed greedily took in the delicious flesh before slowly pulling it out. Immersed in warm, tingling pleasure, the young master frowned slightly and thrust his hips.

“You’re so impatient, huh? What should I do?”

Moed lowered her hips again. The p*nis, which had grown thicker the deeper it went in, was finally engulfed all the way to the root.

Moed, trembling with pleasure, began to rotate her waist slowly. The young master preferred the feeling of being inside her, with her inner walls tightening around him, rather than rough back-and-forth motions.

“Ah, uh… ahh.”

Sure enough, the loudest moan she had ever heard erupted from her wide-open mouth.

“Young master, I’ll wake everyone in the mansion.”

Of course, that wouldn’t happen. No matter how pitifully the prey, possessed by the power of a sleep demon, screamed, no one would hear them.

However, while practicing various hunting styles, Moed chattered diligently to stimulate the young master’s sense of shame.

By now, the young master was probably enjoying the humiliation in his dreams. He could feel his g*nitals pulsating inside him.

Moed felt a sense of satisfaction, causing her to move more slowly. She placed his hands on her slender stomach and began to wiggle her hips.

His p*nis was thick and long, putting a lot of strain on her knees and thighs. However, this enabled him to penetrate her more deeply, which was a good thing.

“Ugh, yes, ah, master. Hmm, good. Ah, good.”

The fire in her olive eyes gradually disappeared. From where they had repeatedly been rubbed and pulled apart, moisture spurted out, its source unidentifiable. The master was as juicy as a dream horse, born with a full, juicy p*nis.

Moed, who had been lifting her head and immersing herself in pleasure, suddenly lowered her head and bit the lips of the young master, who was moaning endlessly.

Oblivious to whose tongue had invaded his mouth, the young master reveled in the plump flesh.

“So cute.”

Who was the young master kissing at that moment? She was grateful to them for exciting him so much.

Moed sucked the young master’s tongue one last time, trying not to lose her balance, before raising her head. Her eyes were tightly shut, her face trembling and turning pink like a ripe strawberry.

She kissed his smooth cheek and felt her g*nitals swell. She burst into a bashful laugh. The young master, who was no baby, loved being kissed like this and she found it adorable.

“Haah, yes, young master, now, I, now…!”

But she had to do what had to be done — cute was cute, after all. Moed swayed backwards, stretching her arms out behind her for support. The soft blanket crumpled beneath her palms, and a panting, animalistic moan escaped her parted lips.

“Yeah, ah, ah!”

Moed didn’t need to move. Lost in pleasure, the young master arched his back of his own accord. Instead, Moed moved his arm forward and began to rub her plump, swollen cl*toris.

As he rubbed the flesh, which protruded larger than a human’s, with his index and middle fingers, flashes of light appeared before his eyes. Moed, who had been swallowing her moans, could no longer hold them in and screamed.

“Huh, ah, ahhh!”

“Huh, huhhh……!”

At that moment, s*men burst from the tip of his p*nis into her tightening v*ginal walls. They gripped him tightly as she orgasmed.

The blue veins leading to her gr*in stood out suddenly against her white stomach. Even while *jaculating with all his might, the young man arched his back once more before collapsing after pulling out.

“Haah, ah……. ahh.”

Thanks to this, Moed experienced one *rgasm after another. A sweet, thick essence seeped into her twitching inner walls and travelled all the way to the top of her head. Her legs, straining with effort, trembled pitifully. Eventually, her toes uncurled and scraped at the blanket.

“Huh…”

The exhausted young master fell into a deep sleep. Moed chuckled and collapsed on top of him. Even lying still on a hot summer’s night, their bodies were clammy with sweat from their exertions, but it felt good nonetheless.

“Young master, today was really good.”

Moed murmured as he gently stroked the girl’s pink n*pples, which were shyly dangling beneath her rolled-up shirt. Still lost in his dreams, the young master responded with a weak moan.

Having eaten a hearty meal, Moed withdrew his p*nis, satisfied. The warm, squishy flesh slid past her sensitive, flushed inner walls.

Feeling lightheaded, Moed shook her shoulders and pulled his p*nis out of her. The young master’s p*nis, with its prominent crown, was always stuck in the opening and unable to pull out on its own.

It was very tricky, requiring two hands. But it was still pretty, so that wasn’t a flaw. Moed kissed the flaccid p*nis and pulled away.

The twitching p*nis looked just as appetizing as before, but unfortunately, there wasn’t time to enjoy it twice.

“If only the nights were longer.”

She thought that perhaps the young master’s insomnia would improve. The young master’s habit of not falling asleep until well after dawn made the already short summer nights feel even shorter.

Moed licked her lips regretfully, brushed his p*nis and pulled his pyjama bottoms back up.

The inside of his pyjama bottoms were sticky with dried s*men, but that didn’t matter to the succubus who had just enjoyed a substantial meal. Humming to herself, Moed returned the young master to his original sleeping position, kissed his moist cheek one last time, and slipped away.

“Thank you again today, Young Master.”

Just as it had when she entered, the large door opened and closed without a sound.

A little later, the blue moonlight was replaced by the white sunlight. The young master eyelids, sensitive to the bright light, fluttered before revealing his moist, bright blue eyes.

After taking a moment to assess his condition, Ersian swore under his breath and covered his face with his hands. Once again, his entire body was damp and the area inside his trousers was indescribably sticky.

“Not even a hormonal teenager.”

He had never been so indiscreet, not even during his actual puberty. Ersian nervously kicked off the blanket.

For several weeks, he had been having wet dreams every night, always featuring the same person.