The Holy Knight Embraces the Imprinted Succubus - Chapter 1

A dark room. The curtains devoured all the faint light, casting deep shadows across the interior. In one corner, a barely audible, fragile breath could be heard.

“Did you enjoy your outing?”

The man spoke to the woman trembling like a leaf on the bed.

Her shoulders quivered slightly. Her breathing came in irregular spurts. The man closed the distance swiftly and calmly bent down to caress the delicate, exposed shoulder of the woman. Slowly, leisurely. Then, he grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“I was rather busy, thanks to you.”

“……”

“You know the reason better than anyone.”

The woman, who had been gasping as though her breath might snap at any moment, reacted for the first time.

“I never meant to cause you trouble…”

“Of course.”

Yes, perhaps that was the case. With that small mind of hers, she must have thought leaving this place was the best option.

Indeed, Raphael was in a difficult situation. A half-blood between demon and human. A woman of such ambiguous status staying by the side of the Holy Knight Commander under his protection was enough to stir suspicion among outsiders. Some were already showing signs of digging into their relationship.

“But the trouble has already started.”

Raphael wore a crooked smile.

His position as the Holy Knight Commander within the Holy See, the honor of his family, and the unforgivable grudge against a relative—these were the most important ‘goals’ that had shaped his life. Rationally, these were still matters to be prioritized above all else. As they had always been.

But what troubled him most now was, in fact, ‘something else.’

“Rosanna. I despise handing over what is mine.”

Full, red lips, swollen like ripe fruit, came into view. Raphael knew their texture all too well. A heavy heat stirred within him. He moved the thumb holding her chin to part her lips slightly.

He leaned close and whispered into her ear, “And I especially can’t stand having it taken away.”

Perhaps understanding what he meant, the woman swallowed nervously. Between her white, even teeth, a glimpse of a red tongue appeared and vanished. The urge intensified. Yet Raphael hid all his emotions and spoke calmly.

“You don’t need to worry about that man. I’ll cleanly cut off his head and present it to you.”

She had a body that absorbed scents easily. Once he pulled her fragile shoulders into his embrace, only his scent would linger on her again. That should’ve been the case even now. There should have been no trace of that man’s presence left on her.

Finally, the string of emotions Rosanna had been desperately holding back snapped. Her eyes trembled like she’d been pricked by a sharp thorn. As if she couldn’t believe the words he said, as if she feared him.

Raphael’s smile deepened.

“So now, focus on me.”

His rough breath devoured her lips. Every word from his mouth had been nothing but the truth.

As he bit down on her trembling lips, Raphael pushed Rosanna down onto the bed.

Startled by his sudden action, Rosanna reflexively pushed against his chest. He grabbed her wrists with one hand and pinned them down on the bed.

With his other hand, he lifted her skirt and ripped apart the top that tightly hid her ample chest. He brought the tip of his shaft to her womanhood.

“…Rosanna.”

As he pressed himself against her unprepared entrance, he could feel her panicked breath just beneath their lightly touching lips.

“Ra-Raphael… not now. I still—”

“Relax. It’s not like this is the first time.”

He cut her off and lifted her waist. He pushed the tip of his member inside, deep enough to reach the head.

Her body twisted, gasping, but Raphael held her waist tightly so she couldn’t escape. A vivid heat emanated from their tightly joined point of contact.

As always, her body welcomed and accepted him eagerly. It was Rosanna’s body, which he knew so well.

The stiff entrance slowly clung to his shaft. Without hesitation, Raphael thrust deep into her soft flesh.

“Ah—!”

A moan, laced with pain, escaped Rosanna’s lips. Raphael gripped her hips tightly and pushed himself in thoroughly. Her tight walls clenched around him as if trying to devour him.

He struck the spot where she felt it most. Thud—

“Ah—hnng!”

Her fingernails dug into the muscle of his forearm. Her shocked, tear-filled eyes stared at Raphael.

But he knew well that warm, sweet saliva pooled behind those quivering lips.

Raphael merely waited for her moans to die down. Then, he pulled out his shaft entirely and drove it in again.

“Ah, Raph—el… aahng, hhh…!”

Raphael repeated the process several more times. Squish, squish. Lewd sounds filled the room. Her entrance, now soaked in love juices, wrapped around his shaft tenderly.

“Now you’ve fully loosened up.”

She had a lewd body that couldn’t help but desire him. As long as she was marked by him, her body would always crave him.

That was the instinct of this vulgar succubus woman.

A smirk appeared in his blue eyes as he watched her entrance gladly accept his intrusion. A chilling sneer followed.

“It almost makes me wonder why you even thought of running away from me.”

Raphael muttered, as if grinding his teeth. Whether it was to meet that man or to leave his side—it didn’t matter.

But there was one thing this woman had to understand. He began to truly ravage her body. Thrusting again and again without rest.

“Rosanna, what you think of me doesn’t matter.”

“H-hhhng, nnng…”

“But this body… is one I’ve imprinted on.”

Her drenched walls clung and rubbed against him, growing hotter and hotter. Their connected parts tangled and mashed together in a chaotic mess.

Wherever she was, whatever she thought, he would not let her forget this sensation.

“Never forget.”

“Raphael, ah… Ra, Raphael. Ah. Ah…!”

Rosanna arched her back and cried out until her voice turned hoarse.

Her legs trembled from the tight in-and-out motion, and her whole body convulsed. With each thrust, her mind blanked out as heat rushed to her head. That was the nature of a succubus’s body.

But…

‘Raphael, Raphael…’

She wanted to tell him. That wasn’t why she had run away. If she could tell him that—what kind of expression would he make?

But it was something she could never say aloud. In the end, Rosanna swallowed her words. She didn’t want to be hurt anymore. That was all.

Rosanna, her consciousness dim, stared at Raphael.

Even after that, she accepted the man over and over and cried aloud. It was a night of endless pleasure.

***

Click. The sound of shoes striking the cold marble floor echoed clearly. It grew nearer.

As the man’s steps approached her, the woman sitting on the floor flinched and backed away.

“Such a filthy disgrace to the family.”

When the red-haired man twisted his lips into a sneer, the woman pleaded with a trembling, frightened voice.

“I-I’m sorry, Damion. I’ll be careful not to show myself again…”

“What good is that? You’ve already been seen.”

With a sneer curling on his lips, Damion strode forward without hesitation. His face even looked pleased.

Rosanna desperately dragged herself backward across the floor, but her back soon hit the cold marble pillar. There was no room left to retreat. Damion, now right before her, grabbed a fistful of her waist-length, threadlike white hair with his rough hand.

“Rosanna.”

Rosanna let out a small whimper. But even that dissolved faintly in her mouth, as if she feared it would irritate Damion. Fear etched into her body over many years reawakened, and tears threatened to fall, but she forced them back.

‘Don’t cry.’

Damion had a cruel nature that allowed him to commit any atrocity for his amusement. The more terrified and trembling she became, the more entertained he felt.

“Rosanna, if not for Father, I’d have torn you to pieces ten times over. And now, even a thing like you dares to linger before me—of course I’m in a foul mood.”

From the beginning, Damion had no intention of letting Rosanna go, no matter how much she begged or pleaded. He utterly loathed his pitiful half-sister. The biggest problem was her very existence. What Rosanna had done couldn’t be forgiven, no matter how much she begged for it.

Rosanna Blichet was a half-blood between a demon and a human.

Originally, life could not be conceived between a demon and a human. But breaking that slim chance, a child was born between his father, a count of the Demon Realm, and a human woman.

A vulgar being that should not exist. A girl born between a Demon Realm count and a lowly human woman should have long since been tossed to the monsters as feed, no matter how much noble blood she carried.

“A lowly thing with human blood… I will never accept you as part of this family.”

But the count, instead of killing the child, brought her into the family. No need to ask why—anyone who saw her face even once could tell. Rosanna was an astonishingly beautiful girl.

Like a dazzling rose that could not hide among baby’s breath. Even among the incubus clan known for their beauty, Rosanna possessed stunning looks. The count instantly recognized her value.

A being desired by all nobles of the Demon Realm.

The high-ranking demons who lived for eternity were always thirsting for something new and strange. Rosanna’s very existence made them drool. If raised well, she could someday bring the count not only the title of marquess but perhaps even that of duke.

Thus, Rosanna was raised confined within the count’s estate, never stepping a foot outside.

“How long do you think Father will tolerate you when you haven’t even awakened your pheromones?”

Rosanna trembled miserably and begged Damion for forgiveness. Her moist eyes filled with fear. All of the incubus clan underwent a “pheromone awakening” before their coming-of-age. Rosanna had not. That meant she had no value.

“If you’d just wait a little longer…”

At that moment, one corner of Damion’s mouth twisted with malice.

“Ah, right. Today’s the day of the eclipse. How convenient.”

As if struck by a delightful idea, Damion’s eyes gleamed with a sinister light.

Two moons existed in the Demon Realm, one large and one small. When the larger one devoured the smaller, it was called the ‘Pale Eclipse.’

The eclipse was a time when the boundary between the Demon Realm and the human world grew faint. And that very day happened to be the day of the Pale Eclipse.

Rosanna didn’t understand why Damion brought up the eclipse. She only trembled under the unmistakable malice on his face.

Without warning, Damion violently grabbed Rosanna’s wrist. He yanked her to her feet and started walking, dragging her along.

She was forcefully dragged for a long time. In the end, they arrived in a forest cloaked in black on all sides.

‘Where is this place…’

The count had never allowed Rosanna to leave the estate. But Damion, without his father’s permission, dragged her deep into the forbidden ‘Black Forest.’

She didn’t know the reason for the ban, but an overwhelming sense of dread fell over her.

“Brother, why are we here…”

After walking a little farther, Damion suddenly stopped.

Before them lay a massive black lake, darker than the gloomy hues of the forest tainted by demonic energy. It was so dark it looked like a hollow black void.

Black, ominous, and suffocating. Just looking at it made her feel like she would fall in…

It was then that Damion ruthlessly pushed Rosanna into the lake.

Splash—The cold surface swallowed her instantly. As the black liquid crashed over her head, Rosanna instinctively flailed her limbs.

The lake was so deep her feet couldn’t touch the bottom. The liquid flooded her nose and mouth without pause. Rosanna, her face pale, begged in terror.

“Brother! I-It was all my fault! Please, pull me out…!”

“Puhuhu. Foolish thing… If I were going to pull you out, why would I throw you in to begin with?”

Damion giggled as he watched Rosanna half-submerged. She struggled to escape, but her body only sank more helplessly.

Ah. It’s no use. Damion really…

A wicked laugh echoed above the water. It gradually faded. In the cold water, Rosanna realized Damion would not save her.

Her breath caught. Her consciousness dimmed. Through the blurring vision, she saw a demon-like face grinning.

“Have a safe trip. Though I doubt we’ll meet again.”

The viscous black lake water coiled around her body like a living creature. As if it intended to devour her.

And so, her body sank deep, very deep, into the current.