Dungeon Overlord: Monster Girl Harem!

"Rest."

Leonhardt glared at the sly dark elf, watching her squirm under the sheets, his eyes scanning her body, curious about what she was doing.

'What's she up to now?'

Despite being impressed by her victory, seeing her wounded affected Leon more than he wanted to admit. He snapped out of frustration upon this realisation because it proved he held a glaring weakness.

Oblivious to his thoughts, Nyxara slipped her hand out of the quilt and extended it to Leonhardt, holding something.

"Here, a gift."

"Huh?"

Leonhardt took the 'gift' without thinking and felt a damp, sticky warmth.

'What is this?'

He opened his palm, revealing a scrunched-up black thong wet with Nyxara's honey.

"Well, do you like it?" She purred with a deep voice.

The dark elves lacked the sense of shame or morals that other women had.

"I can't with you." He facepalmed, but this only made Nyxara smile more. A strong musky scent filled his lungs, and Leonhardt's eyes shone with a purple light. "A Sweet scent..." He paused for a moment before looking at the cloth in his palm. "You were a virgin?"

All her seduction and the older woman's act only for her to be a virgin, tickled Leonhardt.

Nyxara's cheeks turned red when he mentioned her biggest complex; many younger elves gave themselves after becoming adults. Yet she wanted the best, swearing to save it for a man who truly moved her.

"Heh, Master what are you talking about who is a virgin?" She spoke with a stutter, flipping her hair to the side as she snorted.

"Oh really?"

Leonhardt's interest spiked; he wanted to tease her more.

The dark feelings from seeing her wounded vanishing in place of this warm, ticklish desire.

"Do you have proof, Nyxara."

"P-Proof?"

Nyxara's confident visage faltered as Leonhardt leaned onto her bed, approaching her with a faint smile and cupping her chin.

"Show me proof."

The way he said it sent a shiver down Nyxara's body, which responded by leaking more honey and sending a jolt of electricity through her. "Here? You're a guest; this isn't your room." She whispered to him, trying to pretend not to notice his hand caressing her thigh.

"So what? Isn't it you that usually tries to seduce me, anywhere you deem fit?"

His palm slipped between her legs, squeezing her flesh tightly.

"Y-Yes, but this is different!"

"How?"

"I haven't had a bath! It will be so messy... I just fought!"

A hand pulled on the quilt, uncovering Nyxara, whose legs squirmed together whilst her eyes begged Leonhardt not to make her show herself.

He, however, enjoyed her sudden demure nature.

'How amusing.'

A predatory gleam shone in the young man's eyes before his fingers dug into her thighs, spreading them open, and revealing her curled black hair, different from his other women. Nyxara's pubes were a little thick.

"So even your here changed colour..."

"W-What!?" Nyxara's beautiful brown skin turned dark red as her ears drooped.

Her shyness and embarrassment seemed out of character for Leonhardt, yet his eyes couldn't look elsewhere, mesmerised by the unique sight before him.

'Fascinating...'

"How didn't I notice just how cute you were?" He chuckled before kissing her thighs. The dark elf's toes curled on the bed as her chest heaved up and down.

"Master, stop... Ah..."

"You smell good, it's thick... yet delicious a mixture of strong musk and a sweet... feminine scent."

Becoming an Incubus might have made him a little more perverted; the scents of women no longer made him sick or disgusting, but each like a meal, gained a unique flavour.

"Do you really hate it, Nyxara?" She wasn't Dia; thus, if Nyxara wanted him to stop, he would.

After all, Leonhardt wasn't a slave to his desires. But that didn't stop him from enjoying a moment of debauchery.

"It isn't that I hate it... Haaan~"

Nyxara mumbled a barely audible whisper as Leonhardt kissed her inner thigh.

The young woman was very receptive to physical touch, and as Leonhardt had guessed, incredibly weak to it too.

'Delicious.'

"What was that? I didn't hear it?"

"You... you damn devil, are you playing dumb?" The green-eyed girl clenched the bedsheets and stared at Leonhardt with wet eyes. "Stop teasing me! Can't you see how wet I am?!"

She was on the verge of crying because of the continuous torture Leonhardt's touches and words caused her heart.

"Hahaha, I can smell it."

"Don't laugh!"

Leonhardt didn't know why, but seeing the different side of Nyxara, who spent most of her time trying to get into his pants, now shy and reserved...

It made him want to tease her more.

"Nyxara." Leonhardt leaned closer, pressing his nose against her womanly flower, which was open and dripping with honey.

"Master..." She called him quietly, squirming as his breath tickled her sensitive area.

"Yes?" He asked whilst placing his lips on hers and kissing Nyxara on the lips. Her feminine petals twitched at the feeling of his lips, and she closed her eyes, expecting something else, but nothing came.

Warm, silky-soft and wet, his lips traced her flower and flicked over her clit.

Nyxara opened her eyes and saw Leonhardt smiling.

She swatted his shoulder and pouted. "Devil!" The dark elf complained and tried to close her legs, embarrassed by how wet she was and how her body reacted. However, Leonhardt kept her thighs open, showing her glistening, dark slit to the dim light of the bedroom.

The first lick of his tongue caused her hips and spine to quiver, his tongue long and hot, rough yet comfortable as he pushed inside her, a slightly sour taste filled his mouth, followed by a sweeter, salty flavour that made him lick her more.

"Hnnng!?"

A sense of satisfaction washed over Nyxara's mind as he finally did what she wanted. The way his lips and nose rubbed her flower whilst drinking from her source made her toes curl, and her head tilted back.

'What's this?'

Her honey tasted great, not the same way as Dia or Asuka's, but unique to Nyxara. The taste was richer and thicker than Dia's, while sweeter than Asuka's...

His fingers sank into her buttocks, squeezing the dark elfs finely trained ass.

"Mmgh, you're delicious..."

"You... hnn... think?"

The young woman struggled to keep up the talk as her breath came in gasps, worried about her sweat, but lost in bliss.

"Mmhmm, you are very beautiful as well..." Leonhardt used two fingers to spread her lips, revealing a sticky white liquid that flowed out of her.

Nyxara's pussy was a deep pink that glistened with her honey.

The sight made him excited, and he suddenly grew hungry for more.

With one last flick his tongue dragged along her clit, dripping with thick strands of her honey as he looked into her emerald eyes.

"So, what do you want, Nyxara? I promised a reward after all."

The moment he stopped, her buttocks tightened, and the cold air greeted her after losing his intense heat.

A pained look appeared in Nyxara's face as she tried to pull him closer, but Leonhardt kissed her thighs whilst avoiding the place she most wanted him.

"M-Master..." She whispered, her voice trembling with an almost fearful look on her face. "Don't torture me like this..."

"What's with that look, did you already submit to my tongue?"

Leonhardt's nature might have always been close to that of a sex demon, his fingertips stroking her pink lips with delicate swirls, his eyes narrowed into slits with a smirk on his face.

Nyxara's chest expanded and shrank rapidly; she had never enjoyed oral sex... and it blew her mind. His tongue was so efficient, able to understand how she wanted it.

"You don't want me to stop..." His fingers spread open her lips, exposing the deep colour inside her vagina, his fingertip gently swirled around her entrance without going in, just tracing her lips.

"Ah!"

She wanted him to stop teasing her.

"Just admit it; say what you want..."

"I-I can't..." She turned her face away, covering her mouth to stop her voice from coming out, her legs squirmed and trapped Leonhardt between them.

"I-I can't..." She turned her face away, covering her mouth to stop her voice from coming out, her legs squirmed and trapped Leonhardt between them

Without speaking, his first finger stroked her slowly, pressing into her folds, curling in all the right places. It was a slow, delicious torture. Then his second finger made her insides fuller and with a wet sound he continued to press and stretch, scissoring them open against her resistance, spreading her soft pink flesh.

Her body trembled as he toyed with her insides, and then, she felt the tip of his tongue flick against her clit once again, sending electricity up her spine.

Nyxara's pussy tightened down on him as her hips rose off the bed.

That was it...

Her mind abandoned shame and embarrassment; if she smelled of sweat, so be it.

"Master!"

"I'm here, tell me what you want."

"I..."