I Took A Succubus's First Time

Kouhei's eyes fluttered open, greeted by a ceiling he hadn't seen in months. The familiar sight tugged at his memory, a quiet reminder of a time when this place had been his home. Now, it felt foreign, almost surreal, as though he were peering into a life he'd left behind.

Beside him, Aria lay nestled under the blanket, her serene face glowing softly in the morning light. Her hair spilled across the pillow, framing her features in a way that made her look almost otherworldly. She was beautiful—stunning in a way that made Kouhei's chest tighten and his breath hitch.

The warmth lingering around his groin snapped him back to reality. The vivid memories of last night surged through him—the way her body had felt against his, the soft gasps that escaped her lips as they fucked until exhaustion claimed them both. His cock stirred at the thought, thick and stiff, aching with a faint pulse that refused to be ignored.

But Kouhei forced himself to stay still, not wanting to disturb her. He lay there, watching her chest rise and fall in slow, steady rhythms. She looked so peaceful, her lips slightly parted as if inviting another kiss.

After a while, Aria began to stir. Her brows furrowed, and she let out a soft, sleepy hum before her eyes slowly opened. At first, she stared blankly at the ceiling, her drowsy expression tinged with confusion. Then, as the haze of sleep faded, she turned her head toward him.

Her gaze met his, and her cheeks immediately bloomed with a vibrant red. Her hand instinctively reached for the blanket, pulling it up to cover half her face as if to shield herself from the intensity of the moment.

"G-Good morning, Kouhei-sama..." she murmured, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper.

"Good morning, Aria-san," Kouhei replied.

It was, without a doubt, a good morning—but the air between them was heavy with unspoken thoughts and leftover shyness. Despite the intimacy they'd shared last night, the sheer vulnerability of waking up next to each other for the first time left them both flustered.

"Do you want to eat something, Aria-san?" Kouhei asked, breaking the silence.

"Huh?" Aria blinked, her brows knitting together.

"I'm asking if you'd like something to eat," he repeated gently.

She had heard him the first time, but the question caught her off guard. As Yuuna's servant, it had always been her role to prepare meals, not to have someone offer them to her. It felt strange, almost unnatural, for Kouhei to ask her this. Shouldn't she be the one asking him?

"Um, I should be the one—"

Kouhei didn't let her finish. He leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a soft but deliberate kiss. It silenced her instantly, her words melting away as her eyes widened in surprise.

When he pulled back, his gaze locked onto hers, firm yet tender. "You don't need to think about being a servant to Yuuna-san, Aria-san. I want us to be equals. Like when we trained together. You're not just a servant to me—I want you to see me as someone who's on the same level as you."

Aria's face burned as she lowered her gaze. "O-Okay..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Kouhei smiled, warmth radiating from him as he threw off the blanket and stood. The sight of his naked body made Aria's breath hitch, her wide eyes tracing over the toned lines of his muscles.

Her gaze dropped lower, and her cheeks flamed as she saw his penis standing tall, thick, and throbbing.

"Ah! S-Sorry!" Kouhei stammered, quickly grabbing his clothes from the floor to cover himself.

"N-No, it's fine, Kouhei-sama..." Aria said, her voice trembling. Her eyes flickered back down, lingering for a moment too long. "Y-Your... thing is standing."

Kouhei's face burned with embarrassment, his hands awkwardly fumbling with his shirt. "W-Well, it's morning," he mumbled.

Morning wood—it was as natural as the sunrise. But as normal as it was, Kouhei couldn't help but feel awkward under Aria's gaze. Usually, Hina, Yuuna, or Nagisa would notice his cock and eagerly take care of it with their mouths, sucking him off until he was cumming down their throats.

But this morning was different. This morning, it was Aria beside him, and last night had been their first time together. He couldn't imagine her being bold enough to offer a blowjob.

"I-Is that so...?" Aria murmured, her voice tinged with something that felt like disappointment.

Her lips pressed into a thin line as her fingers tightened around the blanket. A small, shameful part of her had hoped that his arousal was because of her, that it was her body lingering in his mind and making him hard. The realization that it wasn't left a bitter taste in her mouth, though she knew it was irrational to feel this way.

Kouhei noticed the subtle change in Aria's expression. His throat tightened, and he gulped audibly.

"D-Do you want to calm it down, Aria-san?" he asked, his voice uneven, teetering between nervousness and recklessness.

It was a stupid question, borderline absurd, and he instantly regretted it.

"Y-You know what, forget about it, Aria-san," he quickly said, turning to step away, hoping to escape the tension building between them.

Before he could move, Aria's soft voice stopped him in his tracks.

"I want to," she said. It was barely louder than a whisper, but Kouhei caught every word. He turned back to her, his eyes searching hers, and she repeated, more confidently this time, "I want to pleasure you, Kouhei-sama."

Kouhei's heart thudded violently against his chest as he swallowed hard, his throat constricting.

Aria stepped closer, her delicate movements deliberate and purposeful, and then she sank to her knees before him. She had been taught about these things—fellatio, the art of pleasuring a man. While she'd never experienced it before, her clan's training had included every facet of servitude, even sexual acts, to ensure they could meet their masters' needs without hesitation.

Her hand reached out slowly, hesitantly, toward his towering cock, its shadow falling over her face. When her fingers wrapped around his length, she stroked it gently, her touch soft yet deliberate. Her delicate fingers entwined around him, and Kouhei couldn't suppress the groan that escaped his throat. The gentleness of her touch was maddening.

Aria's lips parted, and her pink tongue darted out, cautiously flicking against the tip of his cock.

"Urk...!" Kouhei gritted his teeth as a jolt of pleasure shot through him like lightning, electrifying every nerve.

"I-I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" Aria asked, her wide eyes brimming with concern.

"No, it's fine, Aria-san," Kouhei managed, his voice thick with arousal. "It feels... good."

Reassured, Aria exhaled softly, her breath brushing against his heated skin. She turned her attention back to his cock, her cheeks flushed as she leaned closer. The tip was a deep, flushed red, radiating heat, and she could feel it twitching slightly beneath her palm.

'I want to pleasure him,' she thought.

Her tongue flicked across the sensitive tip again, a light, teasing touch that made Kouhei's knees threaten to buckle. He squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to steady himself against the overwhelming sensation.

It was the morning, and his body was hypersensitive. The way Aria's tongue glided across him was utterly intoxicating. Even her smallest movements sent waves of pleasure crashing over him, leaving him trembling.

Aria continued, her tongue tracing every inch of his cock. She licked from the swollen tip down to the throbbing base, her soft tongue wetting his entire length with slow, deliberate flicks. Each touch was excruciatingly gentle, an agonizing mix of pleasure and torment that made his whole body shudder.

Kouhei's breaths grew heavier, his control slipping with each passing second. He couldn't hold back any longer.

"Aria-san... I'm cumming...!" he groaned, his voice ragged.

Aria didn't flinch. Instead, she kept licking, her tongue working over him until his cock jerked violently, and hot cum spurted out, splashing across her face.

Kouhei gasped, his body trembling as if his very soul had been momentarily released. His eyes focused on Aria, whose face was now coated in his thick, sticky release. The sight sent a wave of sinful satisfaction coursing through him. The sheer immorality of it, the lewdness of her wearing his cum, made his arousal surge again.

Aria blinked, the heat of his cum sinking into her skin. Slowly, she raised her hand to her face, wiping her fingers through the mess before tentatively bringing them to her lips. She slipped her fingers into her mouth, sucking gently.

The taste was strange, but she didn't dislike it. In fact, she found herself wanting more.

Kouhei's heart pounded against his ribs as he watched her, utterly entranced by her seductive gesture.

"Did I do a good job, Kouhei-sama?" Aria asked, looking up at him, her voice soft and hopeful.

"Y-You did more than a good job, Aria-san," he said.

Aria's lips curved into a shy smile, her heart racing in her chest as his words sank in.