"Go and fuck yourself!" I hissed again, weakly pounding my fist against her shoulder like that would erase the mory of being turned into a glorified cum chalice by a tail-wagging dickgirl with too much stamina and no concept of rcy.
"Hahaha," Eva just laughed. It was soft, breathless, and disgustingly pleased with herself.
"No thanks," she purred, tail curling around my thigh like a lazy cat marking its favorite cushion. "I've already done you."
"That was mana transfer. Not a confession. Don't get delusional." I groaned. The way she snuggled with made feel warm and fuzzy in a way that I shouldn't be feeling. If it were up to , I would shove her away without looking back, but damn, the pleasure in the end was good. I won't let her hear praise her or sothing like that.
"I'm not delusional," she said sweetly, brushing a sticky strand of hair from my face like we were on so kind of post-coital honeymoon. "I'm just grateful. You saved my life. And possibly my soul. And my balls."
I wanted to die. Right here. Right now. Buried alive under the combined weight of her cock, cum, smugness, and my own rapidly collapsing sense of dignity.
I shifted slightly—and imdiately regretted it. Her cock twitched inside like it had absolutely no intention of going soft, and my pussy, traitorous bitch that it was, clenched right back around it like a spoiled princess demanding another gift.
"N-nope," I croaked, trying to lift myself off her. "We're done. That was it. One and done. One. Uno. Un. That's all."
Eva didn't resist. She let rise with that smug, infuriating grin still plastered across her face like she'd just beaten in so kind of depraved divine chess match where orgasms were checkmates.
As I slowly lifted myself off her cock, a wet, obscene pop echoed through the chamber, followed imdiately by a thick trail of glowing mana-laced cum dripping out of and down her shaft like so kind of victory ribbon.
My thighs trembled. My knees buckled. I nearly collapsed again right there.
"Godsdammit," I hissed through my teeth, swaying like a drunk cultist on ceremonial wine. "I feel like I've been rearranged."
"You have," Eva said helpfully, folding her arms behind her head and watching with naked adoration. "Perfectly, I might add. I've never seen hips swing like that before. Majestic. As expected from a royal succubus."
"Shut up, you pervert," I shot back, imdiately collapsing on the fleshy floor beside her, my muscles trembling. My thighs were soaked, my cunt leaked—a slow, steady trickle of glowing white that felt more like a badge of defeat than victory.
I tried to wipe so of it away—emphasis on tried—but it just kept coming. Literally.
"Are you still leaking in ?" I turned back to glare at her.
"Eh?" Eva blinked innocently. "I told you. Succubus biology. We're compatible now. You're probably holding so of my mana in your womb. Like a little reserve tank."
"Oh gods."
"Your belly is even a bit round. It's cute."
"I will kill you."
"If you do, make it while I'm inside. Let's go out with a bang—"
"Shut your whore mouth." I cut her off, shooting death glares at her. "Or I'll have Umbra here rip out your tongue and I'll shove it up your ass, you fucking horny succubus."
"Ohh~... Kinky," she purred. "Do you take requests?"
'Why the hell did I save this bitch?' I inwardly sighed, dragging a hand over my face and exhaled like a dying priestess trying to purge sin through breathing alone. My legs were still shaking. My insides felt like scrambled ritual runes. And Eva? Eva looked like she had just finished a divine feast and was already eyeing the dessert tray.
"Don't look at like that," I groaned, glaring sideways as I lay sprawled on the pulsing flesh-floor, which—of course—had the indecency to squish softly under , like even the environnt wanted in on the afterglow. "You're not getting a round two."
"Mmhmm," she humd noncommittally, stretching like a cat basking in sunlight. Her cock twitched again—traitor—like it had a damn opinion on the matter.
"No." I narrowed my eyes.
"I didn't say anything." She shrugged, tilting her head innocently.
"You were thinking about it."
The fact that her damn cock was still hard, leaking cum, and on display said more than any words.
"I'm never doing that again," I said out loud, partly for her benefit but mostly for my own—so kind of perverse ntal protection against this. 'Just mana transfer.' Lust is like fire. Burn it off, and it doesn't exist anymore.
"You will." Eva giggled, her right hand gently wrapped around her cock, she gave it a few long strokes while I glared in disbelief at how shaless this demon is. "You will, Aza. You'll pretend to hate it. You'll glare. You'll insult . But the mont you feel your mana dip and your thighs ache, you'll co crawling back."
"I have other sources of mana, thank you very much."
"Oh? Na one that makes you scream 'holy shit' and flood the room like a busted fountain."
"I..." I was about to say that I have my big black panther, but I swiftly shut my mouth before I made the biggest mistake of my life. Her earlier teasing already made my pride ache, and I don't want to put her attention back on Umbra, so instead I chose the safest answer.
"I'm going to record this day down in my future grimoire," she added with a cheerful hum. "Operation Tactical Fuck: Success. Commander Azariel Achieved Womb Overload and entered Temporary Dickspacing Commotion—whatever that ans. Evaluation: 10/10—Would Fuck Again.' "
"Signature—Evangeline Pussypuncher. Operation Sexplosion," she concluded proudly, tossing her purple hair for dramatic effect.
"I hate you," I muttered into the fleshy floor, voice muffled, spirit broken. The pulsing underbelly of this absurd place felt like it was mocking with every rhythmic squish.
"You say that," Eva murmured, lazily tracing circles on her abs with a single finger, "but your pussy says otherwise."
I didn't even have the strength to scream. Just a groan—long, drawn-out, and the vocal embodint of 'kill now.' My pride had died, been cremated, and its ashes were currently being used as lube by a smug succubus who refused to leave well enough alone.
"Do you ever shut up?" I finally managed, dragging my face off the floor like it weighed a hundred pounds.
Eva blinked innocently, then reached up and slowly mid zipping her lips shut. The motion would've been reassuring—if she didn't imdiately follow it up with a two-handed jerk-off gesture and an exaggerated wink.
"You're disgusting," I growled.
"And yet, you let in," she purred, lounging like a victorious warlord beside , her cock still lazily twitching like it was bored and considering starting round two without consulting either of us.
"I let you in because you were dying," I snapped.
"Mmhm. And now I'm living. Thriving, even." She gestured to my trembling legs, the flushed look on my cheeks, the twitch in my eye. "Thank you, royal sister."
'Why did I save her?' I sighed inwardly again, seriously reconsidering the consequences of letting this horny succubus leave this place. 'Maybe I should tie her with my hell chains to the fleshy wall and leave her for... well, forever.'
While the idea was tempting, the reality was a different story. I'm starting to like this little purple-haired succubus. I only knew her for about an hour or two, but damn... we bypassed all the knowing parts right into the sex parts.
I flipped over, lying on my stomach with a heavy thud, cheek pressed against the damp, too-warm floor. My arms flopped uselessly out to the side like I'd just been exorcised. Which, honestly, would've been preferable.
Eva watched with an almost predatory fascination, tongue flicking absently over her teeth. Her eyes darkened again, pupils dilating as a fresh stream of scent rose between us. My inner thighs were still tacky with leftover slick and cum, but more was seeping out of . Pooling beneath . Glistening like a wet promise.
Eva slowly rolled over, inching closer, until she dropped her head right between my asscheeks and exhaled. A long, deep, heated breath that ghosted over my sore, trembling skin like she was trying to brand with air alone.
"Fuck Aza, I could build a temple around your ass," she murmured dreamily, hot breath misting my rear with promises. She didn't ask this ti. No frivolous teases. No play. She kissed like she was praying, moving her soft lips up and down, worshipping with slow, reverent motions.
Damn.
I was about to stop her, but it was too late. Her tongue dragged through the ss between my thighs, lapping up the cum and slick like a cat with cream. She moaned low in her throat, the sound vibrating against like a purr straight from the depths of hell, and I bit my arm to stop from screaming again. Screaming in pleasure, gods help .
"Eva…" I warned, though it ca out more like a whimper. My legs tried to close, tried to twitch away from her relentless tongue, but they barely listened. My body had already betrayed . My pride gone, my manly mind was the only thing left, and even that was held together with spit and whatever scraps of dignity hadn't already been pounded out of .
"Shh," she humd against , as if I were the one being unreasonable. "Let thank you properly. Let worship."
"Worship?" I scoffed, face flushed, voice shaking. "This is not worship. This is desecration with extra steps."
"Sa thing when the priestess is hot," she murmured, licking a slow circle around the base of my tailbone. I gasped—loudly—then cursed myself for it.
The heat between my legs was already returning. Or maybe it had never left. Every slow, reverent lick dragged closer to the edge I'd just barely crawled off of, like I hadn't already drowned in my own moans not five minutes ago.
"Ahh~... Eva... S-Stop."
But she didn't stop. Instead, she delved deeper, her tongue exploring every inch of , tasting, teasing, driving wild. I could feel the pressure building inside , a coiled spring ready to snap. My hips moved of their own accord, grinding against her face as I chased the pleasure she offered.
Eva's hands snaked around my hips, pulling back against her as she continued to feast on , her tongue and lips working in tandem to drive to the brink of insanity. I bit my lip, trying to hold back the cries that threatened to escape, but it was no use. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming.
"Eva, I... I can't..." I managed to choke out, my voice a desperate plea, and fingers clawing at the fleshy floor beneath .
But it was too late. With a cry that was half pleasure, half surrender, I ca undone. My cunt clenching around nothing as a gush of fluid exploded from , coating Eva's face and chin. I squirted instantly, the force of it catching off guard and causing to lose control.
Eva, however, was ready. She didn't flinch or pull away. Instead, she leaned in closer, her lips and tongue working frantically to catch every last drop. She drank it down greedily, her tongue lapping at as I spasd, her fingers tightening possessively on my hips.
"Eva... oh gods..." I panted, my body shaking with the aftershocks of my orgasm. "What are you doing to ?"
She finally pulled back, her chin and lips glistening with my essence. A slow, satisfied smile spread across her face as she licked her lips, savoring the last of .
"Just enjoying the fruits of my labor, my dear royal sister," she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. "You taste divine."
"You..." I groaned, half in humiliation, half in lingering pleasure. "You fucking horny bitch."
"Hehe." She chuckled, crawling over , her still-hard cock pressing against my thigh. "And yet, you ca so hard for ."
"Shut. Up." I hissed, though my voice lacked any real venom.
"Make ." Eva grinned, leaning down to nip at my ear.
'Shit.'
I should've shoved her off. I should've summoned Umbra to drag her away by her stupid purple hair. Instead, I turned my head just enough to et her lips in a rough, biting kiss. Her tongue swept past mine, deep and possessive, tasting of my own juice.
"You little—" I bit down on the fleshy, spongy tongue as she tried to rearrange it. I didn't allow her to pull, and frankly, she didn't even try. Instead, I spoke directly into her mouth.
"Shut up and fuck again."
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