The World Is Mine For The Taking

Elise's POV

I slowly walked out of the room, my bare feet padding against the cold floor.

When I woke up, Leon wasn't beside me in bed. The sheets on his side were already cold, and it made me wonder where he had gone so early. A strange heaviness lingered in my chest when I realized I was alone.

As I stepped outside, blinking against the soft glow of the hall, I noticed a maid standing there, waiting patiently as if she had been expecting me all along.

"We would like to serve you in any way we can, Lady Elise. So please, follow us," she said with a polite bow.

Serve me…

Her words echoed in my mind, stirring something familiar.

"I will make you feel good, if you allow us," she added, her tone sweet but laced with a kind of quiet confidence that sent a shiver through me.

The service.

That was something I always looked forward to whenever I came here. It was almost like a guilty pleasure—something that made my whole body shudder and my bones feel icky and tingly, but in a way I secretly enjoyed. The thought of it made my chest tighten with anticipation.

I wanted it. I really, really wanted it.

Without hesitation, I followed them deeper into the hall.

***

"Nghhh… Ahhh… So good…~"

The words escaped my lips before I could stop them.

The service they were giving me felt too good, so good that I couldn't keep quiet. My voice trembled, echoing in the chamber as my body melted beneath their touch.

Not that kind of service, of course.

Demon servants weren't just for those things. They were trained for so much more. They could serve meals with elegance, pour drinks with precision, care for you, pamper you, and even work your body until all the stress melted away.

And right now… their massages, their touch, their skill—it was beyond anything a normal human servant could hope to give.

All of it was top tier.

"We are still newbies, Lady Elise, so please, guide us," they had said shyly at the start.

But nothing about them felt like beginners. Their hands glided with a confidence that betrayed their words. The way they pressed into my muscles, kneading along the knots in my back, sliding down to my legs and calves—it was so precise, so utterly perfect, that I couldn't hold back the soft moans escaping my lips.

Their palms moved slowly, deliberately, coating me in warm oil, the slick sensation trailing along my skin like liquid fire. And then came the ointment—cool, almost icy at first—that spread across my body in waves. The sudden shift from heat to cold sent a rush straight through me, making me arch slightly under their hands.

"Ahhh, yes… That's it… that feels really good…" I whispered, almost slurring the words as my mind slipped.

Every press as well as very motion, felt like they were pulling me deeper into a haze.

My thoughts became heavy and sluggish. And before long, the weight of pleasure carried me into Dreamland.

***

Leon's POV

The door opened quietly, and Amon entered.

Without a word, she reached for the sash on her uniform, and with one simple tug, the fabric loosened instantly. The top of her maid outfit slipped apart, falling down in a fluid motion that almost seemed intentional and practiced, as though designed to tempt.

She revealed herself, dressed the same way Mammon had been, and the sight alone made my body tense.

She was stunning. Her curves were elegant with her skin flawless. Her breasts, though not quite as large as Mammon's, were still full and enticing—enough to fill my hands easily. Perhaps it was an age difference that made her appear less endowed, but that didn't matter.

She was more than busty enough in her own right.

"Now then," Mammon purred, her voice dripping with sultry confidence, "why don't we serve Lord Leon together, my dear daughter?"

"Yes, Mother," Amon replied softly, her voice carrying a quiet but eager resolve.

With that, they both climbed onto me.

Mammon was the first to straddle me. She reached down without hesitation, wrapping her hand around my cock and guiding it slowly into her waiting pussy. The moment the tip slipped inside, her walls clenched around me, and in one smooth movement, she swallowed me whole.

The heat. The stickiness. It was overwhelming.

My cum must have still been lingering inside her from earlier, coating her insides and turning her slick. The sensation made me grit my teeth and gulp hard as I tried to steady myself.

And then—she started moving.

Her hips rose and fell in a steady rhythm, her cunt milking me with an expertise that could put even the most seasoned prostitutes to shame. Each thrust down sent jolts of pleasure through my entire body, and I could tell immediately—she was a veteran at this.

"Ahnn, ahh… L-Lord Leon's penis is filling me up completely… not even a gap left inside me… I feel like we really are compatible…" Mammon moaned, her voice trembling.

Meanwhile, Amon moved above me, climbing gracefully until she hovered over my face. Her pussy was already glistening, dripping with arousal. Slowly, deliberately, she spread herself open, revealing the twitching pink flesh inside.

"I want you to have a taste of me as well," she said, her voice low and teasing.

The moment she opened herself, the sight nearly made my head spin. Her insides pulsed faintly, glistening, the constant drip of her juices making thin trails down her thighs. The scent hit me next—it was sweet and intoxicating—and I felt myself losing control.

"Don't press too hard, or you'll suffocate him," Mammon cautioned.

"I understand," Amon replied.

With a slow descent, she lowered herself onto my face, pressing her pussy against my lips.

Without hesitation, I devoured her. My tongue traced every fold, lapping up the juices spilling from her. The taste was raw and sweet, the sensation overwhelming.

"Mmmphhh… Ahhh… It feels so good…~" she moaned, her body shivering against me.

Mammon riding me. Amon smothering me with her wetness. Both the mother and the daughter. A literal oyakodon.

I couldn't believe this was happening. After Artemis and Solaris, I never thought I'd experience this kind of mother and daughter combo again.

This wasn't something I could ever take for granted. This was something to burn into memory, to cherish, even if it left me completely drained by the end.

"Nghhh…! Ahhh, ahhhnnn, ahhh… S-So good… such a good penis… Lord Leon is captivating me…" Mammon moaned, bouncing harder.

"Ahhh, ahhhnghhh, ahhh… I-I told you so…" Amon gasped above me, her voice trembling as waves of pleasure overtook her.

Their hips moved in rhythm—one riding me from below, the other pressing against me from above—as I pleasured them both at once.

The musky scent filled the air, heavy and intoxicating, invading my senses until I felt like I was drowning in it.

"I-It really is such a good penis…~ it's inside me… and it's getting harder and harder…~ yes…!" Mammon cried out, her voice breaking with each thrust.

Amon could barely form words now, lost in the waves crashing through her body.

And then—

"Haaaaaaannnnnnnghhhghhhhh~!!!"

"Haauuuuuuuuwwwwww~!!!"

Both of them came together, their voices echoing in perfect harmony, their bodies trembling with release.

"Fufufufu… Lord Leon, you are… simply amazing…" Mammon purred through heavy breaths.

"Master is very capable… He can do anything…" Amon whispered, still shuddering above me.

"You haven't cum yet, have you?" Mammon teased, her eyes glinting. "Why don't you take control now? Choose the position you want us to take."

Her words sent a rush straight to my head.

If they were giving me the choice, then of course I'd pick one of my favorites.

"Then…" I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "Mammon, lie down. And Amon—climb on top of her."