Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Mary, who was sitting high upon her throne, tapped her fingers against the armrest, her crimson eyes narrowed with impatience.

She was restlessly waiting—no, itching—to hear the results of her subordinate's mission. Every second dragged like hours. She wanted to hear every filthy, juicy detail.

How her servant had tortured that brat.

How she had drained him, broken him, sucked him completely dry until he was a pathetic, twitching mess of meat and moans.

That's what a real succubus should do, right?

She was a queen, after all.

Her bloodline was unrivalled.

Nobody could handle her power—nobody.

Her lips curled into a sinister smirk as she imagined Aether's expression—drained, hollow, maybe even crying.

She could practically see his face twisted in desperate pleasure, eyes rolling back, breath cut off by his own moans.

Just the thought sent a delightful thrill dancing through her veins. She was so excited, she could barely sit still. She wanted to share this glorious news with her daughter and laugh over the humiliation of that foolish boy.

Thud!

The grand doors creaked open with a weighty sound, and her beloved subordinate stepped inside.

But something was off. Morgana wasn't strutting in with confidence. No teasing smile, no smug satisfaction. Instead, her expression was… defeated?

Mary's eyes narrowed, and her fingers stopped tapping. Her smirk faded into a flat line.

Morgana walked forward stiffly, her steps heavy with something Mary couldn't quite name. And then—without saying a word—she dropped to one knee before the throne, her gaze lowered, her pride seemingly buried beneath the floor.

"...Your Majesty..."

Morgana said in a tone so small it barely reached Mary's ears.

"...I was utterly defeated..."

Silence. Thick, uncomfortable silence. The kind that stretches too long and wraps itself around your throat like a vine.

Mary didn't move. She blinked once. Processing.

"...What did you just say?"

Her voice came out colder than stone.

Morgana clenched her fists, her lips quivering. She sucked in a shaky breath, then began.

"I-I did everything right, Your Majesty. I used every trick, and I went down on him for nearly an hour. To report errors, please visit the original post on M|VLEMPYR.

My tongue was sore. My jaw felt like it was going to fall off. I—he came. Again and again and again. More than any human should be able to. It should have been over. He should've collapsed, cried, begged me to stop, but… but he didn't.

He wasn't even tired. His cock didn't even soften! It was still hard… like I didn't even begin the job!"

Mary's mouth twitched. Her hand slid off the armrest. She leaned forward slightly, eyes flashing.

Morgana's face twisted, caught between rage and shame,

"I didn't give up! I kept going! I rode him, grinded him, clenched with everything I had! And still—he didn't even break a sweat!"

Mary stared at her, her lips tightening.

"And then… and then he had the fucking nerve..." Morgana's voice cracked, trembling, "to smile at me… that smug, gentle little smile... and thank me. He THANKED me, Your Majesty! He said—he fucking said—"

She slammed her fist on the floor.

"'Thanks for using your pussy to teach my cock. Now I can fuck my lover without holding back anymore.'"

Mary blinked once. Twice. Her lips parted, but no words came out.

Morgana's shoulders slumped, her face pale, her eyes empty.

She laughed, a short, bitter, choking sound.

"I tried to treat him like a lifeless dildo. But he treated me like an onahole."

Mary opened her mouth to speak, then closed it. She finally exhaled a quiet groan and dragged her hand down her face.

"A succubus…" Mary muttered, her voice filled with disbelief. "My top succubus... got reduced to... a cock sleeve. And he didn't even get tired?"

Mary groaned louder, her palm smacking her forehead.

"And that's not even the worst part," Morgana added darkly.

Mary looked up, eyes narrowing again. "There's more?!"

"...Yes. His cum. It has energy. Raw, potent energy. It pulsed through me. My magic reacted to it. It's like he's been... storing power inside his balls."

Mary shot to her feet.

"...What the fuck?!"

Meanwhile,

Aether stood in the bathing room, staring down at his limp shaft with a solemn expression.

"M-My man... a-are you alright?"

He asked softly, kneeling as if speaking to a wounded soldier.

He reached out with trembling fingers and lightly touched his small, soft member. It twitched slightly, as if whimpering in pain.

It looked utterly lifeless. Wrinkled. Pale. A ghost of what it once was.

"...You worked so hard... You gave it your all. I'm proud of you..."

Aether whispered, a single tear slipping down his cheek.

He clutched his crotch gently and closed his eyes.

"You suffered so long. Faced the cave of doom without flinching. You held firm... even when she tried every dirty move. And yet... no joy. No pleasure. No love. Just... a mission."

His lips curled into a small, sad smile.

"If not for Nightfire's nectar and Dora's gentle touches now and then... I'd be dead. Or worse, a mindless fucktoy chained to that demon's bed."

He stood up with a slow stretch, still cradling his groin like a hero who'd returned from war.

"She didn't even use her full power. That's the scariest part," he murmured. "I could feel it… Like she was testing the waters, seeing if I was even worth breaking. She could've gone harder. She chose not to... I wonder why... Hmm..."

He looked into the mirror, eyes serious.

"But I held back, too. I didn't go all in. I needed to study her rhythm, her body, her approach. She thinks she used me? No, no… I used her. For training. For the real thing."

He gave a shrug, cocking an eyebrow.

"And honestly? It was boring as hell. No bouncing boobs. No peek at her nipples. Not even a good arch. Just this slow, mechanical motion. Like a factory robot doing her job."

He frowned.

"It wasn't sex. It was… maintenance."

Sigh...

For now, he needed to shift his attention.

He had to understand Nyx Shadowfall better. She was his next target, and before stepping up his game, he needed to uncover more.

Mary had called her a "half-dead and half-alive creature," and that description wasn't just weird—it was downright disturbing.

What the hell did that even mean?

And there was also the bizarre thing about her obsession with wanting babies. Why was she so fixated on that? What drove her? What was buried under that cold expression and quiet demeanour?

He needed to dig deeper before making his move.

After finally regaining some strength from his earlier, relentless "training" session with Morgana, he dressed himself with a quiet grunt. His body still felt drained. Frankly, he wasn't even sure whether it was night or evening anymore.

Also.. He was fucking hungry.

Seriously. His stomach was growling like a beast.

He stepped out into the hallway and started wandering, one hand lazily brushing his hair back as he moved.

The mansion was unsettlingly quiet. So quiet that every step echoed like he was walking through an abandoned ruin. The emptiness had a weird, creepy vibe to it, as if the whole building was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.

Eventually, he made it downstairs and reached the kitchen. To his surprise, the door wasn't locked—it creaked open easily.

He stepped inside, half-expecting to see someone—anyone—maybe even Nyx.

But the room was completely empty.

"Nyx?"

No response.

He sighed and moved toward the counter, hoping to find something edible. He started rummaging through the shelves and opening drawers like a starving raccoon, shuffling through utensils, dishes, and containers with no clue what he was looking for.

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Suddenly—

"BOO!!"

A voice yelled out behind him, sharp and loud.

Aether froze. He didn't jump, but he paused with an annoyed blink, slowly turning around to face whoever thought it was funny to scare a starving man.

And there she was.

Nightfire.

"...HOLY SHIT!!"

He gasped after a moment's delay, only now registering what had happened. His voice cracked halfway through the curse.

Nightfire stood there with a completely deadpan expression, one eyebrow raised. She looked completely unimpressed.

"Not so good, man..."

She muttered, shaking her head with disappointment and mild disgust.

He didn't even flinch. But then, as he reacted late and pretended to be scared, hopping back with fake surprise, that's when she narrowed her eyes like now she was the one annoyed.

Aether shrugged, breaking the awkward tension. "So, how's my darling doing?" he asked with a grin, stepping closer.

Nightfire's lips twitched as if something inside her short-circuited. And then—snap.

"Who is your darling, fucker?!"

She shouted and slammed her hand against the wall right beside his head, forcing him back into the corner of the kitchen. The sudden thud echoed through the space as she loomed over him, eyes burning with fury and something dangerously close to jealousy.

"You fucked Nyx, didn't you?!"

Aether blinked. The corner of his mouth rose in surprise. "...Yeah. How'd you know that?"

Nightfire's jaw clenched. Her eye twitched like she was seconds from exploding.

"You've got some fucking nerve asking me that..." she growled, shoving a finger into his chest. "You dared to stick your cock into a literal mystery-box danger girl—but not me, you bastard?!"

Aether couldn't help but grin, his hands sliding around her waist with a firm squeeze that made her flinch, her breath hitching slightly.

"Well… I'm ready now," he whispered. "So… shall we?"

Nightfire's eyes narrowed sharply. Then without hesitation, she swatted the side of his head with a loud smack.

"Sorry, I already like someone!" she snapped, crossing her arms.

Aether blinked dumbly. "...Huh?"