PAT! PAT! PAT!
Load after load shot into my cervix, each spurt a wave of blasphemy, each throb an invasion.
And gods, I loved it.
Eva's knot pulsed again, sealing every drop inside like she was claiming territory. And maybe she was. Because it felt like it—like my womb wasn't just a cumdump anymore, but a throne she'd settled into. One, she had no intention of giving up.
She fucked for... I really lost count after the fourth warm stream of seed flooded my womb.
Gods, I wanted to die.
Part of —the part that wasn't busy orgasming so hard that I actually blacked out for a few seconds—thought I should shove her away. Take control. But damn it felt too good for my body to resist. My brain, my ego, and everything in between just shut down, like my whole mind had given in and was letting my succubus body take the reins for a while, relax and enjoy this heavenly pleasure.
Because yes.
This was heaven.
Bliss. Euphoria. Liquid divinity shot straight through my cunt and into my very soul. And let's not talk about my breast milk.
When Eva found out I could lactate, she looked at like I'd just handed her the Philosopher's Stone dipped in whipped cream. Her jaw actually dropped. And then she latched onto my right nipple like a starving pup that just discovered its favorite teat in the whole cosmos.
She never let go after that.
Apparently, succubus milk is so kind of ultra-rare alchemical elixir. High-grade stamina potion ets libido amplifier ets... I don't know, magic cocaine? Eva drank like it was her last al—each gulp making her eyes glow brighter, her hips move faster, her cock even harder.
Think of it as a high-grade stamina potion with aphrodisiac effects.
The more she drank, the longer our... Ahem session continued.
I had created a monster.
When it cos to milk, my big furry bastard of a cat wouldn't just sit this one out and allow soone else to steal his favorite drink.
Umbra.
That smug, shadowy, six-foot-long nace with a panther's grace and a pervert's timing. The mont Eva started drinking, he appeared. No sound. No warning. One second, it was just us, the next one thick, spiky cock shoved straight into my ass.
The two of them tead up. They both fucked my cunt and ass with vigor like I was their personal whore, taking turns to drill with every thrust, like they were in a race for my pleasure.
But at this point...
Who was counting?
Did I ntion how great the sex felt? Like an explosion, like an eruption, a dam bursting open. Every movent brought a fresh new sensation, the feeling of two cocks pumping and stretching open almost too much to handle. My body was a temple being desecrated by two beasts, and I was the willing sacrifice, caught in the crossfire of their hunger.
"Fuck, Aza," Eva gasped against my breast, her tongue flicking over my nipple before she sucked harder, drawing another gush of milk. Her eyes glowed like twin athysts, brighter with every swallow, her mana surging through like a drug. "You're… ngh… a fucking miracle."
"Shut—oh gods—up," I panted, my voice breaking as Umbra's thick, barbed cock pistoned into my ass, each thrust dragging a broken moan from my throat. The stretch was obscene, the way his ridges rubbed against my insides sending sparks up my spine. He purred against my ear, the sound vibrating through as his tongue—fuck, his tongue—laved over the mark he'd bitten into my shoulder earlier.
Mine, that lick said. Mine too.
Eva growled in response, her teeth grazing my nipple before she sucked hard, pulling another sweet rush of milk into her mouth. Her fingers dug into my hips, claws pricking skin as she ground deeper, harder, like she was trying to fuse us together. Her knot throbbed inside , an undeniable reminder that she had on the edge. Again.
I squeezed my eyes shut, riding the wave of pleasure crashing over . I couldn't last much longer like this. The pressure in my belly was almost unbearable, the heat spreading through my limbs, making dizzy with ecstasy.
And I felt it, my body changing.
The succubus's body adapts to match the needs of her partners.
A profound, internal shift rippled through , not just a feeling, but a tangible, physical tamorphosis, my body reshaping itself to better serve—no, to thrive under their relentless attention. My hips, already straining against Eva's grip, began to ache with a delicious, expansive sensation, widening, flaring out, creating a more generous cradle for their relentless assault. It was as if my pelvis was reshaping itself, becoming a perfect, inviting target, designed for deeper, more vigorous penetration. The new width felt… right. More stable. More capable of taking every inch they demanded.
Simultaneously, a thrilling pressure blood in my chest. My breasts, already full from the endless flow of milk, swelled further, growing heavier, rounder, the skin tingling as they stretched. They were no longer just milk-filled; they were overflowing, engorged, aching with a sweet, insistent need to be emptied. Eva, as if sensing this, tightened her suckling. The more she drank, the more I produced.
I shouldn't be surprised.
And then there was my belly—gods, my belly—It began to distend, subtly at first, then more pronounced, rounding out with a soft, warm fullness. It wasn't just the pressure of Eva's knot and Umbra's thrusts; it was as if my womb itself was expanding, becoming a vast, welcoming reservoir.
Each new load Eva pumped into , each warm, thick spurt, no longer felt like it was filling to bursting, but rather settling into a newly ford space, a deeper, more accommodating cavity designed expressly for this purpose: a vessel designed to hold every drop of their seed, a soft, rounded mound that promised endless capacity.
Why was I getting off on this? On being treated like so kind of a cumdump whore for horny monsters? What was wrong with ? Why did my womb squeeze tighter, the more they used ? Why was my cunt pulsing like my body itself wanted nothing more than to be filled?
'This is what a succubus does,' a voice whispered in my mind, soft and insidious—my own inner voice. 'Adapts. Becos. Serves.'
I hated it. I loved it. I couldn't tell the difference anymore.
Everything was a pleasure. Everything was a pain. Everything was a bliss and frustration and release, one orgasm rolling into the next, the sa rhythm as a tide, an endless rising swell of rapture and tornt that crested again and again, leaving breathless, writhing, begging, always begging, my mouth forming wordless pleas. I couldn't have said "No" if I tried.
I swear we spent days in a fuck frenzy, forgetting ti, space, and self. I'm not a whore, I'm not, but I acted like a depraved one, moaning, whimpering, and whoring myself on their cocks. I can't lie anymore to myself; this is my new nature.
I like it. I loved it so much that, for the first ti, the fear of losing my forr self and the urge to keep so pride was forgotten in the back of my mind. For now, I will let go and live in a blissful state.
I was a whore, yes. Their whore. But in that degradation, I found a perverse kind of freedom, a release from the constraints of morality and self-control. I was Azariel, the Nephalem of lust, the succubus girl with big tits, pussy on display, and cum buckets of for the horny cocks. And I loved it! Every thrust, every suckle, every groan of pleasure from them, and from myself, cented this new truth. I was theirs, and they were mine, bound together in an endless, depraved dance of ecstasy. And for now, that was more than enough.
...
After an unknown ti.
"Take it, Aza," Evangeline groaned, towering above , one hand fanatically pumping her dick while the other one doing the sa thing to Umbra's throbbing spiky pole.
I was lying on the fleshy ground, totally spent and half unconscious. A thin layer of sweat covered my trembling body like a second skin; my face and hair were plastered with globs of saliva, pussy slick, spit, and cum, a puddle of warm fluids. My breasts and belly were sticky with the milk the two had drunk from , and a puddle of combined white milk and water had ford below , all mixed together.
I was full to the brim with their loads, even my bloody tail was full after Eva fucked it with her own tail.
Yeah, the succubus tail could act like a cock and shoot sen.
However, that didn't stop the two of them from shooting more of their fluids on . I don't think it could be called ejaculating at this point, it was more like cum-pissing—if that could make sense—on like they were marking territory.
But damn! Even their glorious cocks were spent, almost blue by the extre use, still both of them managed to produce one or two gulps of white fluid, right in my face.
What a disgusting, erotic picture. I would've enjoyed it if my body didn't feel like I was an exploded balloon.
"Haaah~... haaah~..." Eva's pants were so thick I felt them like I was the one breathing for her, her skin glistened in sweat like mine, and her normally slicked purple hair was in disarray. I wouldn't call her disheveled, more like a molester who had finally captured her victim.
And damn, the view was... satisfying.
"I finally managed to recharge my lust mana," she panted with a victorious smile, "shooting cum generates less mana than absorbing it."
"Eh?" My eyes shot open, staring at the succubus in disbelief. "So you an if I fucked you and cum inside, you will generate mana faster?"
"..."
Eva kept staring at in silence for a mont, but then she let her tongue out in a shit-eating grin.
"Teehee~... I'm clumsy sotis."
"I'LL KILL YOU, BITCH!!!!"
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