Stopping now was no easy feat. His cock wanted her, and Rita could tell.

It was her first time being refused. For some reason, Rita found that she didn't dislike the rejection as much as she thought she would.

Amon was also having thoughts of his own.

His decision to stop hadn't been entirely emotional, though mostly.

He partly thought that edging a Succubus could never be a bad idea. The more she craved him, the more she would listen, cooperate, and obey.

Additionally,

'I kind of feel like an asshole kissing Syl then getting blown by Rita,' He sighed internally. 'Going further than this would only make it worse. I'd rather have my first time in this world with someone I truly care about.'

Syl and Akane were good candidates.

As much as he liked Levia, he had just met her.

'Still, who knows if they'll have me.' He shrugged to himself. 'Just getting Syl to kiss me was a feat.'

The silence only broke when Rita rose to her feet.

"We're picking this back up in my room, right?" She whispered with a smile, fully-knowing the answer.

"Sure," Amon nodded. "I'll try not to break your bed."

"Haha!" The Succubus chuckled. "You're such a liar."

"Right," He nodded again. "I don't care about your bed. It'll definitely break."

Rita chuckled again. She knew there would be no bed breaking.

Still, hearing him joke about it gave her hope for later.

"Time to go." Amon said, his boner having calmed down a bit.

"So you're really not fucking me, huh?"

"You're starting to sound a bit desperate."

"Sorry, I thought I was beautiful enough."

"You are."

"Then why are you rejecting me?"

"..." Amon couldn't bring himself to tell the truth. A Succubus would surely laugh in his face.

"If you're rejecting me…" She turned away slightly. "Could at least take them off?"

"So that's what you're aiming for," He sighed as Rita showed him the cuffs. "No, they're staying on."

"Do you not trust me?"

Amon started walking towards the church.

Rita stared at him with a frown momentarily before running to catch up to him.

"I asked you a question!"

"No, I don't trust you."

"WHAT? WHY NOT?"

"Because you're a Demon."

"So?"

"What do you mean so?"

Frustration rose inside Rita as he continued walking, practically ignoring her.

"You trusted me enough to put your cock between my teeth!!"

"Oh." He stopped. "You have a point there."

"So why won't you take them off? I saw how you dealt with Rika, there's no way I would try anything even if I wanted to, which I don't!"

Amon stared at her for a bit, scratched his neck, looked away, then looked back at her.

"It's hot."

"Huh?" Rita raised an eyebrow. "What is?"

"Having you handcuffed." He admitted. "It's hot."

"W-What…?"

"Yeah." Amon said, turning towards her. "The cuffs stay on, cause I enjoyed seeing you struggle to put my cock in your mouth without your hands."

"Wh-What does that have to do with-"

"It was hot seeing your struggle to move forward and backwards while you swallowed my cock and-"

"O-O-Okay! I get it-"

"Seeing you lying on the ground with your wrists cuffed behind your back made my cock throb like never before." Amon added, causing steam to exit Rita's violently blushing face.

She timidly looked away at once.

"In that case, you should have fucked me right there and then…" Rita grumbled.

Amon stared for a moment, smiled, and started walking away.

She shyly turned back towards him, watched him walk for a bit, then ran to catch up to him, and followed while remaining two steps behind.

They walked together through the church's doors, and Rita brushed her shoulder against his arm. He didn't pull away, but he didn't lean closer either.

When they reached the door of her room, she turned to face him. "You really won't come in?"

Amon rested a hand against the doorframe, leaning slightly toward her. "A lady needs her beauty sleep." He whispered. "Wouldn't want to take that from you."

Rita pressed her lips together. "You're a real smoothtalker, huh?" She scratched her head, turning towards the inside of her room.

"Get some sleep." He smirked. "Who knows what'll happen tomorrow.."

She lingered for a moment longer, searching his face for a crack, a sign of weakness, a desperate clue that would bring him into her room.

Rita couldn't find anything.

"Alright," She grumbled, stepping into the room.

"That's a good girl."

"My Mistress' Master is my Master." Rita sighed.

While Amon had been preparing to leave, the phrase piqued his interest.

"Mistress, huh?" He scratched his chin. "Now that you mention it, how did that come to be?"

"That's what you're interested in?" Rita was visibly disappointed. "Levia kept me around cause she thought I was useful to her, nothing more. We're not friendly towards or dear to one another. Not really."

"I see." Amon nodded, remembering how useful Rita had been to keep Rika immobile. "So that's why she wants you with her, so you can keep her victims immobile while she drains them."

"No… Not exactly." Rita muttered, avoiding his gaze for a moment, visibly ashamed.

"What for then?"

"Well…" The Succubus moved her fingers and the cleavage of her dress grew deeper. "She kept me around for this."

"Clothes?"

"Yeah." The Succubus admitted. "She kept me around so I could make clothes for her."

"I see…"

"Did you not see them?" She asked.

"Hm?"

"I definitely thought you would have snooped around her underwear drawers."

"I'm not that kind of person."

"Not a pantie stealer, huh?"

"Not one bit."

"How about…" She slowly raised her dress. "My panties? Want to keep them? So you don't forget about me?"

"Alright," Amon shook his head. "I'm leaving."

He started walking away, and Rita chuckled.

After Amon took a handful of steps away,

"...?"

Threads wrapped around his hand. One hand was still covered by the piece of cloth that Akane had wrapped around it. Around the other hand, threads wrapped. There was no knot.

Due to the color of the threads, Amon immediately realized.

Rita had turned her panties into threads, and weaved them around his hand.

He turned around and,

"For the record," Rita said as she started closing the room. "If you get… Heated in the night, you can come to me at any time."

She winked and closed the door behind her.

Amon stood silently, his gaze alternating between the way in front of him, and the fabric around his hand.

It was impossible to tell that the fabric used to be panties-shaped.

Amon gulped.

He walked as much as he could. Fought the urge as much as he could.

But ended up giving in.

'Goddamn Succubus…'

Sniff-

'What are you doing to me?'

It smelled like her. Like her hair, and like her wetness.

Amon shook his head and forced himself to think about something else.

Letting that damp panties smell into his mind was a sure-fire way of ending up inside Rita's room, if not inside of Rita herself.

He stared at the staircase that would lead to Levia's room, currently occupied by a sleeping Syl.

Amon focused on his senses and could tell that Levia and Akane were still sleeping on either side of the door.

Having let them rest for a bit, it was much likelier for his presence to wake them up now.

Waking them up would lead to questions regarding when he had left and where he had gone. Questions he preferred not to answer.

Amon thought about re-entering the room through the window, but doing so could lead to Syl waking up. She had trained herself to stay awake for multiple days, so it was clear that the slightest sound would wake her up, something would lead to those same questions.

He especially did not want Syl to ask those questions, as learning that he had left her side to go see Rita could be interpreted badly.

'I only left to go to the altar…' He sighed to himself. 'I just wanted to gain some strength, but ended up getting attacked by a Succubus.'

Amon had trouble believing it himself, and was sure that Syl wouldn't either.

'How do you go from acquiring a new weapon to getting blown by a Succubus?' He imagined her asking. 'I don't know… It just happened, I guess.'

Amon shook his head.

***

About ten minutes later, Amon lay comfortably on the church's roof, staring at the night sky.

"Oh, right," he whispered. "System, what was that? The messages I ignored earlier after devouring the Succubus?"

[Demonic Blood has entered your System.]

[The Palm Of The Devourer processes the Demonic Blood…]

[Demonic Blood flows through the Black Stone.]

[The Black Stone strengthens the Devoured Demonic Blood.]

[The Black Stone turns the Succubus Essence into Incubus Essence.]

'Thank you for that.' Amon thought with a chuckle.

[The Palm Of The Devourer presents two choices.]

[1-Incubus Instinct.]

[2-Incubus Touch.]

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