Chapter 683: Why Does This Taste Good?

The first thing Joy felt when her tongue gently made contact with the shaft of Cassius’s cock was shock.

Not disgust.

Not revulsion.

Shock.

This was because earlier she had braced herself for something revolting.

She had steeled her nerves, prepared her stomach, and mentally recited a dozen prayers to fortify her spirit against the ordeal ahead.

After all, a man’s penis was supposed to be dirty. Unclean.

A place that had been inside...other places.

Normal women would recoil at the thought.

But the reality was nothing like she had imagined.

Instead of revulsion, she found something she could only describe as...refreshing.

Not in the way cold water was refreshing, but in a deeper, more primal sense.

The taste that spread across her tongue was entirely new—a flavor she had never experienced in all her years.

Slightly salty. A hint of earthiness. Something underlying that she couldn’t quite name.

But more than the taste itself was the essence of it.

A certain manliness. A masculine energy that seemed to radiate from his skin and seep directly into her senses.

She thought about it for a moment.

If female could be described as sweet and flowery—the scent of roses, the taste of honey—then this was the absolute peak of manliness.

A concentrated essence of what it meant to be male, distilled into the skin of his cock.

And the moment she tasted it, she wanted more.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Her tongue moved before her mind could catch up, sliding along the shaft in a slow, exploratory lick.

More of that masculine flavor spread across her taste buds, and something deep inside her purred with satisfaction.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

Her tongue slid along the thick underside, feeling the weight of his cock against her taste buds. The base was so thick—impossibly thick—and there was a power there that made her breath catch.

She then moved back up, her tongue tracing the middle of the shaft where veins crisscrossed like rivers on a map.

They were thick and prominent, and she could feel each ridge against her tongue in a way that was both strange and deeply satisfying.

The way they pulsed, the way they moved when her tongue touched them—it was intoxicating.

Her tongue then reached the tip, and she paused.

The head of his cock was bulbous, almost obscenely so, with a pronounced ridge that she traced slowly.

That masculine energy seemed strongest here, concentrated and potent, and when her tongue slid along that ridge, she felt a shiver run through her entire body.

’This wasn’t so bad.’ She realized.

In fact, it was rather enjoyable.

So, she stopped taking small licks and began to explore in earnest.

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

Her tongue moved with more confidence, sliding up and down his shaft, tracing the veins, circling the head, flicking against the ridge.

Each movement brought more of his taste, more of his essence, more of that overwhelming masculinity that was seeping into her like water into dry earth.

But the sensation wasn’t limited to her mouth.

Her entire body was responding.

A heat was building in her pussy, spreading outward through her limbs, pooling in her stomach, settling between her thighs.

Something was igniting inside her.

The energy Cassius gave off—that raw, masculine energy was awakening something deep within.

A woman she had never known existed was stirring, stretching, reaching toward the source of her craving.

But Joy’s mind screamed at her to stop.

’This is duty.’ She told herself fiercely. ’Obligation. You’re doing this for the Goddess. Nothing more.’

But the more she denied it, the stronger the feelings grew.

She felt her nipples—exposed obscenely through the cutouts in her outfit—harden into tight peaks.

Her ass, bare to the world, instinctively began to sway with a rhythm she had never consciously learned.

And her tail...her tail was moving of its own accord, swishing from side to side in a way that could only be described as seductive.

Her body was betraying her.

Her body wanted this.

Realising this, shame flooded through her.

She had come here to perform a professional duty, to serve her goddess with the same detachment she brought to every mission.

But here she was, not just enduring the act, but enjoying it.

She tried to blame the succubus side of her.

Yes, that was it—the goddess’s gift was overwhelming her true self, corrupting her pure intentions.

The pleasure she felt wasn’t real; it was the succubus instincts taking over.

But even as she thought it, she knew it wasn’t entirely true.

And then she wondered about Carmela.

Was she also struggling to maintain her composure?

Was she fighting the same battle between duty and desire?

Surely the proud, dignified vampire would be resisting just as hard as Joy was. They were alike in that way—both warriors, both accustomed to controlling their bodies and their urges.

She needed to see Carmela to find solidarity in shared struggle. To remind herself that she wasn’t alone in this confusion.

So, she lifted her head and looked at her companion.

But what she saw made her freeze.

Carmela was not struggling.

Instead Carmela had thrown herself into her task with a passion that made Joy’s careful, experimental licks look like the hesitant fumbling of a novice.

She had started at the base, pressing her face directly against his skin, inhaling deeply as if she wanted to take his manly fragrance into her lungs and hold it there forever.

The look on her face was one of pure bliss—her eyes half-lidded, her expression ecstatic, as if she had found something she had been searching for her entire existence.

Then her tongue went to work.

"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"

But it wasn’t licking. It was worship.

She traced the contours of his shaft with her lips, pressing kisses along its length, leaving glistening trails of saliva in her wake.

Her tongue coiled around him like a serpent, stroking and caressing with an intimacy that made Joy’s cheeks burn.

She sucked on different sections, moving her head up and down with a rhythm that was both purposeful and sensual.

"Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Each time she pulled back, her lips created a seal that made a soft, wet sound—a sound that should have been obscene but somehow seemed like music.

And she wasn’t just sucking. She was marking him.

Her mouth worked with the intent to leave impressions, to create hickeys on his skin, to claim him in some primal way.

Even while her lips sucked, her tongue continued to move, swirling and pressing, covering every inch of his shaft in her saliva.

But what truly shocked Joy was the way Carmela traced his veins.

Her tongue followed each one, running along their length, curling around their curves, exploring every ridge and rise with the attention of a connoisseur savoring fine wine.

The veins were thick, prominent, and Carmela seemed to be enjoying the texture—the way they moved beneath her tongue, the way they pulsed with his heartbeat.

Her tongue moved like an artist’s brush, flickering left and right, up and down, creating patterns on his skin that Joy could almost see.

Each movement was fluid, graceful, almost hypnotic to watch and Cassius’s cock had become her canvas, and she was painting a masterpiece of pleasure.

Joy stared, unable to look away.

This was the woman who had once been her idol.

The cold, distant vampire who had taken down evil for years without breaking a sweat.

The warrior who had inspired Joy to become who she was.

And here she was, making love to a man’s penis with her mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Carmela, lost in her own world, eventually noticed Joy’s gaze—and immediately her expression shifted to mortification.

"W-What?"

She stammered, her voice cracking.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Stop staring! Your gaze is going to burn a hole through my face!"

Joy’s own cheeks were burning now.

"It’s just..."

She managed, her voice strangled.

"You’re so...passionate. It doesn’t seem like you’re helping me out of obligation."

"It seems like you’re really into it. Like you’re wholeheartedly trying to please him."

Carmela’s face, already pink, turned crimson.

Because she knew Joy was right.

From the moment her lips had touched Cassius’s skin, all resistance had vanished.

After what he had done to her body earlier—playing with it, exploring it, bringing it to heights of pleasure she had never imagined—there was no fight left in her.

She was already his, in every way that mattered and the taste of him had finished whatever resistance remained.

Once that masculine essence touched her tongue, she had surrendered completely.

Not because she was forced to, but because she wanted to.

Because pleasuring Cassius pleasured her.

Because the more she licked, the wetter her pussy became, and the wetter her pussy became, the more she wanted to lick.

She had found something new. Something addictive. And she couldn’t get enough.

But there was no way she was admitting any of that.

"I have no idea what you’re talking about!"

She said, her voice strained with false nonchalance.

"I’m just following what the mother taught the daughter. Everything I’m doing right now is exactly what she did to me earlier. I’m just copying what I saw. That’s all. There’s nothing more to it!"

Joy’s expression remained skeptical.

"Really? Is it really that simple?"

She tilted her head, her lips curving into something that might have been a smile or might have been a smirk.

"I could understand copying homework. Passing notes. Parroting someone’s words and nobody being the wiser. But sucking a man’s penis?"

Her eyes narrowed with suspicion.

"I don’t think you can fake the enthusiasm of a woman who’s thoroughly enjoying herself."

Carmela squirmed.

Here she was, caught between Joy’s relentless questioning and her own mortification.

She was trying to help, for goddess’s sake! And instead of gratitude, she was being interrogated about her technique!

"I told you not to think about it too much!"

She snapped, her voice rising.

"I’m just doing what I was taught! What I saw!"

She then leaned in close, her gaze suddenly intense, her lips curving into a smile that was equal parts embarrassed and predatory.

"And speaking of what I saw..."

"...I think it’s time for you to do what’s needed next."

"What next?" Joy’s voice was barely a whisper.

Carmela’s smile widened. She pointed at the tip of Cassius’s cock, still glistening with their combined saliva.

"You’ve tasted the ice cream with your lips. You’ve licked it all over. Now it’s time to take a bite. Or rather—"

She emphasized with a pointed look

"—to take him into your mouth and suck. Properly. So you can really taste his flavor."