“Go on, then.”

He said it plainly, casually, but there was a command in it.

Nightfire’s eyes gleamed as her breath hitched. She dropped to her knees in one smooth motion, crawling toward him like a feline on the prowl. Her hips swayed, ass moving in hypnotic waves with every inch forward. Her tail arched up high, her tongue running over her lips as her eyes locked on his crotch like prey.

She reached him and pressed her nose against his pants, inhaling deeply.

The scent—raw, masculine, slightly musky—hit her like a drug. Her thighs squeezed together instinctively.

’Finally…’

She thought with a wicked smile as she looked up at Aether, who was still wearing that maddening, calm smirk.

’Just wait, bastard. After this, you’ll be the one begging for my mouth…’

With that, she slowly unzipped his pants and reached inside, carefully pulling his shaft free. It flopped out—soft, warm, and thick—and the sight of it made her heart jump.

Her cheeks flushed red.

Even though she had seen it before, this time… it felt different.

It was beautiful.

It made her happy.

Genuinely.

She leaned in and pressed a kiss to the tip—tender, loving.

That alone made his dragon stir.

She watched with fascination and hunger as his shaft began to swell, growing harder and prouder with each beat of his heart. Her throat tightened, a breath catching in her chest.

Her slit throbbed in need.

This was it.

She’d waited long enough for this.

She kissed the tip again, slower, then gave it a long, wet lick from base to tip. The musky taste lingered on her tongue, and she loved it… It only made her want more.

Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and swallowed him whole, letting his thick shaft slide into her warmth.

The fullness in her mouth made her moan, her lips stretching around him as her head began to bob, slowly at first.

She grinned internally as she glanced up at him—still calm.

’Let’s see how long you can keep that damn composure…’

Nightfire’s lips pressed around his shaft as she eagerly began to move her head—up, down, up, down.

Her cheeks puffed out slightly, her motions quick and uneven.. Her tongue didn’t swirl or lick—just sat there awkwardly inside her mouth, barely touching anything. Her hands were clenched at her knees, not even assisting, not even holding his shaft steady.

She was just bobbing her head… loosely… clumsily.

Her mouth made wet sounds—noisy, but not from suction, more from her drool awkwardly spilling at the edges of her lips.

Aether smiled.

What… was this?

Her head was moving, her lips wrapped around him, sure—but there was no suction, no pressure, no warmth that pulled or teased.

It was like watching someone who was trying their best, but had no idea what their best even looked like.

Her pace was uneven—sometimes too fast, then suddenly pausing and holding him in her mouth like she didn’t know what to do next. Her teeth brushed slightly against his skin at times, making him flinch, but not from pleasure.

Even worse than from Nyx and Morgana.

She blinked up at him sweetly, completely unaware of how awkward it was.

Nightfire moaned softly like she was expecting a reaction, her eyes locking onto his face, searching for a twitch, a grunt, a sign of pleasure. She even wiggled her ass behind her as if to add some spice, her tail swaying enthusiastically.

She clearly thought she was killing it.

Yet no amount of time made him climax… she frowned.

She did her best and yet… he was calm… she wondered what’s going on.

Was he holding back?

However,

“That’s enough…”

Aether said, “I don’t have time all day” as he pushed from his soft that barely got excited or something.

’W-Why? Why?!!!’

Nightfire screamed inside her mind, her thoughts spiraling with confusion and panic.

Why couldn’t she make him cum?

No—why was her technique so bad?

She was a succubus.

She was born to seduce, to drain, to pleasure.

And yet… she failed.

Aether sat in front of her with a smirk on his face, that maddeningly calm and teasing expression that made her feel small and exposed.

He tilted his head and spoke with quiet amusement in his voice, “What happened? Aren’t succubi supposed to be great at giving pleasure?”

That sentence hit her like a slap.

Nightfire’s jaw clenched as her fists tightened on her thighs. Her eyes burned with fury as she growled, flustered, frustrated, and deeply embarrassed.

“M-Maybe you’re just used to the Succubus Queen’s pussy—that’s why you’re not reacting!” she snapped defensively, her voice loud and shaky.

But Aether’s response was immediate,

“Nah, nah… don’t go blaming others for your lack of skill,” he said with a wave of his hand. His voice turned colder, a bit more blunt. “She barely even sucked my cock. And if I were to compare your ’performance’ with anyone else I’ve been with…”

He paused for effect, meeting her eyes.

“You’re the worst I’ve ever received.”

His words hit like a dagger right in the middle of her chest.

Nightfire’s mouth hung open slightly, and her breath caught in her throat. Her pink eyes widened.

She wasn’t just any woman.

She was a succubus.

Pride in her body, her looks, her ability to make men kneel—that was her identity.

And now…

“B-Bastard… that was my first time!” she blurted out, her voice cracking with emotion, cheeks flushing red with shame.

Aether blinked once, then tilted his head as he gave a short, almost disappointed sigh. He leaned closer, resting one arm on his knee, his tone suddenly more serious, his eyes locking with hers.

“Oh dear…”

His voice softened, but it didn’t make the weight of his words any lighter.

“Whether it’s your first time or your last time, Nightfire… a succubus, born to bring pleasure, would never make a mistake like this. It’s in your nature. It should come naturally.”

Nightfire froze.

Her body went still.

Her face turned pale as her body trembled slightly, her throat tightening with a swirl of emotions she didn’t know how to process. She looked down at her knees, gripping her thighs harder, nails digging into her skin.

“I… I…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

She had thought… maybe if she did this for him… if she pleased him… he would smile at her the way he smiled at Lia.

That soft, genuine smile.

The one that lit up his face.

The one that made her heart ache with envy every time she saw it.

She thought… if she used her body… if she made him moan her name… he might look at her like that.

Maybe… just maybe, he’d love her too.

But instead—

She failed.

She wasn’t sexy.

She wasn’t seductive.

She wasn’t even… good.

Her heart clenched. Her pride shattered.

But just when she thought she might break, Aether smiled.

It was soft.

Unexpectedly warm.

He reached out gently, resting his hand atop her head. His fingers slid slowly through her hair, stroking down the back of her scalp. Nightfire blinked, confused.

Why was he touching her like that?

Why wasn’t he laughing? Mocking her?

He leaned in again, and this time, his eyes didn’t hold amusement or condescension. They were serious, Deep. understanding.

“You finally showed yourself… Nightfire,” he said, voice low but sincere.

“Trying, Worry, fear, longing…”

His hand brushed her cheek now, cupping her face gently.

“…And a maiden in love.”

Her breath caught in her chest.

“…Huh?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

She stared at him, wide-eyed, her lips parting slightly in shock.

Love?