I Took A Succubus's First Time

While they embraced, Kouhei tilted his head upward, his gaze meeting Aria's warm, motherly eyes. The air between them felt charged, as if some invisible force was drawing them together. It was that same magnetic pull they'd felt at the park, watching the fiery hues of the setting sun.

This time, though, nothing stood in their way. Slowly, almost hesitantly, their lips met. The soft press of Aria's lips against his sent a shiver coursing through Kouhei's body, a ripple of heat spreading outward from his chest. Aria's first kiss tasted faintly of sweetness, mingled with something uniquely her own. For all the years she'd lived, she had never thought someone would share such intimacy with her.

She had resigned herself to a life of solitude, her only warmth the cold steel of her sword. People had always assumed she was destined to fight forever, her blade an extension of herself. But swords were unforgiving—lifeless and incapable of offering true solace. Yet here she was, her lips entwined with Kouhei's, and for the first time, even the coldest winters within her seemed to thaw.

"Aria-san…"

"Okumura-sama…"

Their voices were soft, almost fragile, as if speaking any louder might shatter the moment. After a brief pause, their lips met again, hungrier this time, their movements unspoken but perfectly in sync. Aria's hands clung to him, her slender fingers digging slightly into his back as their passion deepened.

Step by step, they moved toward the bedroom, their breaths growing heavier. Kouhei led her to the small bed, a piece of furniture meant for a single occupant. Yet the closeness they shared made its size irrelevant. As he eased her onto the mattress, the bedsprings creaked softly, the sound blending with the faint rustle of clothes being shifted.

Kouhei kissed her deeply, his tongue slipping past her lips and exploring her mouth. She gasped at the sensation, her body trembling against his. Her tongue hesitantly responded, brushing against his before growing bolder. She drank in his saliva, the warm exchange making her head spin. At first, she felt overwhelmed by Kouhei's assertiveness, but her instincts quickly took over, matching his rhythm with surprising eagerness.

His hands, firm but gentle, traveled up from her hips, the heat of his touch searing through the fabric of her blouse. Slowly, he tugged it free from her skirt, his fingertips slipping underneath to caress her bare skin. The contrast of her softness against his calloused hands sent jolts of electricity through him.

But just as his hand moved upward to cup her breast, she stopped him, her hand trembling as it pressed against his.

"I-I'm sorry, Okumura-sama, but…"

"No, Aria," he interrupted softly. "I'm the one who should be sorry. It's too fast for you, isn't it?"

"N-No, it's not that," Aria stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze dropped to the side, her cheeks flushed with shame. "It's just… my body. It's not very womanly. I have so many scars. I… I'm too embarrassed to show it to you."

Her words carried the weight of years spent fighting—years where her body had been honed not for beauty but survival. Her skin bore the evidence of countless battles, and her muscles spoke of relentless training. She had always feared that no one could see her as anything but a warrior.

"You're womanly enough to me," Kouhei said without hesitation. His voice was firm, leaving no room for doubt. "Nothing—scars, muscles, or anything else—could ever change the way I see you."

Aria's eyes glistened with unshed tears as his words washed over her.

"You really won't think I'm less of a woman if you see my body?" she asked, her voice trembling with vulnerability.

"I already know you're beautiful," Kouhei said, his tone as warm as his smile. "I don't need to see it to believe that, but I'd love to see you—every part of you. Scars or not, I'll only ever think you're beautiful."

Her blush deepened, the redness creeping down her neck. No one had ever spoken to her like this, with such sincerity.

"I'm so glad it's you my heart has chosen to devote itself to," Aria whispered, her lips curving into a soft, radiant smile. It was a smile that could have been described as angelic—a strange yet fitting contrast for a demon. And yet, as Kouhei gazed at her, he couldn't think of a more accurate description.

Aria's hands trembled slightly as she grasped the hem of her blouse, lifting it over her body with hesitant, deliberate movements. The fabric slid slowly over her toned frame, exposing the scars that adorned her skin like faint, silent testaments to her past battles. When the blouse was finally pulled over her head, she stood there, vulnerable yet defiant, though her arms instinctively moved to shield herself. Her bra still clung to her form, a modest barrier against her growing self-consciousness.

Kouhei's gaze traced every line of her figure. Despite her efforts to hide, his eyes drank in the sight of her scars, which were scattered yet few—only three in total. Each mark carried the weight of a life spent on the battlefield, evidence of her resilience. Her frame was tall and imposing, her lean muscles sculpted from years of relentless training. She wasn't delicate, yet there was an undeniable femininity in the way her body curved and moved.

To Aria, her scars and muscular build were imperfections—reminders of a life that left little room for softness. Yet, in Kouhei's eyes, they only added to her allure.

"You're beautiful, Aria-san," Kouhei said, his voice low and steady, filled with unshakable sincerity.

Aria's breath hitched, her face blooming into a deep, rosy hue at his words. Slowly, she lowered her arms, allowing her body to come into full view. With trembling fingers, she reached for the clasp of her bra, which fastened at the front. She hesitated for just a moment before unhooking it. The garment loosened and fell away, exposing her breasts.

Kouhei's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight before him. Her breasts were firm, full, and perfectly shaped, their soft curves accentuating her otherwise hardened physique. They were larger than Yuuna's or Hina's, though slightly smaller than Nagisa's.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly as he struggled to process the intimate beauty before him. This wasn't just anyone—it was Aria, the woman who had once stood above him as his mentor. Now, she stood bare and vulnerable, offering herself to him in a way he never thought possible.

Unable to hold back, Kouhei reached for her, pulling her into a deep, fervent kiss. His lips moved hungrily against hers, and Aria responded with equal passion, her hands gripping his shoulders as if grounding herself. Their bodies moved instinctively, falling onto the bed together in a tangle of limbs. He gently laid her down, her back pressing into the mattress as she looked up at him with a mixture of shyness and trust.

"Your body is beautiful, Aria-san," Kouhei murmured, his voice thick with emotion and longing. "It's something I want to have. Can I do it with you?"

Aria's eyes locked onto his, glowing softly in the dim light. Her gaze carried an intensity that made his chest tighten—a raw, unspoken message that resonated louder than any words.

"Yes, Okumura-sama… no… Kouhei-sama," she whispered. "My body is yours now."

A radiant smile spread across her lips, soft yet filled with profound emotion. Slowly, she leaned back, fully exposing herself to him without reservation. Her body, a perfect blend of strength and grace, bore the marks of her past battles, yet those scars did nothing to diminish her beauty.

Kouhei leaned forward, capturing her lips in a deep, fervent kiss. Aria responded instantly, her breath hitching as their mouths moved together with an almost primal intensity. Slowly, Kouhei let his lips drift away, trailing his tongue along the curve of her neck. His teeth grazed her skin as he nibbled gently, followed by soft, wet sucks that left faint red marks in his wake.

"Hnnn…!"

The sudden sensation made Aria gasp aloud, a sound she didn't expect to escape her lips. Her cheeks flushed.

Spurred on by her reaction, Kouhei let his tongue wander further, gliding down to her collarbone. His lips pressed against her skin, warm and deliberate, before he moved lower, his tongue tracing a line to her chest. Without hesitation, his mouth closed over one of her hardened nipples, his tongue flicking and teasing the sensitive peak.

"Fuaaaah~!"

Aria's body arched instinctively, her hands clutching the sheets beneath her. Kouhei lingered, savoring her taste, before pulling back to kiss his way down once more. His lips traveled lower, reaching her taut stomach. He paused briefly, swirling his tongue around her navel before planting a soft, deliberate lick that sent shivers racing through her body.

"Ahhhnnn…!"

Her moans grew louder, her breaths shallow and uneven as he moved further downward. His lips hovered near the spot where her thighs met her body. But there was still one barrier between him and her most intimate place—the skirt she still wore.

"Aria-san…" Kouhei murmured.

Understanding his unspoken request, Aria raised her hips slightly, silently giving him permission. Kouhei's hands moved with steady purpose, unbuttoning the skirt and gripping its edges. Slowly, he slid it down her legs, revealing her completely to him, piece by piece, like unwrapping a treasure he had long desired.