The bathroom was quiet except for the gentle lapping of water against the tub and our soft, ragged breaths. Beatrice's fingers trailed lazily along my spine, sending goosebumps across my skin despite the warmth of the water. The air slled of roses, sex, and sothing else… ozone? No, sothing richer, tallic. Blood. Her mark.
"You're quiet," she murmured, her lips brushing against the shell of my ear. "Already regretting it?"
I turned my head slowly, my muscles protesting. The water sloshed as I t her gaze, her crimson eyes still burning with that ancient, possessive fire.
"Regret is a luxury I can't afford right now, Mother Beatrice. I'm still trying to figure out if I'm dead or in so kind of… really, really twisted heaven."
"Hahaha!" A genuine, sharp laugh escaped her, the first I'd heard that wasn't laced with pure dominance or seduction. It was a beautiful, dangerous sound.
"Heaven? Oh, darling. If this were heaven, the wine would be better and the punishnt far less interesting." She shifted inside , a slow, deliberate roll of her hips that made gasp. "No, this is sothing far better. This is our heaven."
Her fingers found the mark on my shoulder, tracing its edges. The skin there was still tender, a hot, pulsing brand that seed to resonate with her touch.
"Does it hurt?" she asked softly, though her tone carried more curiosity than concern.
"It burns," I admitted, my voice hoarse. "But not in a bad way. It feels… alive."
"Mmm~ That's how it should feel," she purred. "A bond written in flesh and spirit. It will settle soon—once your body accepts completely."
"Ohh~... I thought it already did," I muttered, feeling her cock still buried deep inside , warmth radiating from where we were joined.
"Ara~ my sweet Azariel… what happened in this bath was only the beginning." She nipped at my earlobe, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. The way she said it sent a shiver through —not from fear, but anticipation. There was weight and possessiveness behind her words. I could feel it—the mark pulsing like a second heart.
And it filled with lust, and her too, because in the next second her hips began to rock again.
"UGHHHHH!"
She wasn't finished yet, and neither was I, which surprised since I had already set a record for this kind of activity. But damn, her sex drive was insatiable, as if she could go on for hours—days, even.
"I knew your libido would be good," she murmured, her tongue tracing the edges of the brand, sending tiny bolts of heat through . She then flipped over on my stomach, one hand pushing down, the other bracing herself on the side of the tub as her hips started to roll, slow, sensuous motions that drove wild.
"Fuck, Beatrice… aren't you tired?" I rasped, my voice hoarse from screaming her na too many tis to count.
"Tired?" Her voice was a sultry purr, dripping with amusent. She leaned down, her chest pressing against my back, her lips grazing the fresh mark on my shoulder. "Sweet Azariel, I'm a royal succubus. I don't tire. I feast. And right now, I'm far from full."
PAT! PAT! PAT!
Her pace quickened just enough to remind who was in control, each thrust sending ripples through the water. A hand slid down to my butt, spreading my asscheeks, giving her tail access to my vulnerable anus.
Paaat!
"!!!" My breath caught in my throat as her tail finally breached the tight ring of muscle, sliding in easily thanks to the thick load of cum that she collected and used as lubrication. It was thick, filling until I could barely breathe.
The dual sensation of her cock pounding into my pussy while her tail stretched my ass was overwhelming; a burning stretch that had my mind teetering on the edge of sanity. The water sloshed violently around us, spilling over the tub's edge as her movents grew more forceful, more demanding.
"Fuck, Beatrice! That's... shit!" I gasped, my voice breaking as I clawed at the slick marble, trying to brace myself against the relentless assault.
"Too much for you, darling?" she teased, her voice dark and dripping with satisfaction. Her tail curled inside , hitting nerves I didn't even know I had, while her cock slamd into that spot that made my vision blur. "Or just enough to make you beg?"
PAT! PAT! PAT!
'Fuck... If this keeps going, I'll get addicted to it.'
Yes, I accepted my succubus nature, but I wasn't ready yet for all of this. I have a female body, but fucking hell, I was a man before all of this shit. My mind still hadn't adapted to my new identity. So as you might expect, being double penetrated by a woman was... sothing else. A lot more than I had ever imagined, and it took every ounce of my willpower to keep from losing control completely.
But then I felt sothing else. Sothing that wasn't just about physical pleasure.
"Look at ," Beatrice commanded, her voice firm but not unkind. I struggled to turn my head, my body shaking with the force of her thrusts, and t her burning crimson gaze. "You're mine, Azariel, my wife."
I held her stare, my amber eyes locked with her crimson ones. The water churned around us, the air thick with the scent of roses and sex, and I felt a connection forming between us—sothing deeper than just lust, sothing that went beyond the physical. It was a bond, a thread of power weaving itself between our souls, and I knew, with a certainty that scared the hell out of , that I would never be the sa again.
She was remodeling .
Her words echoed in my mind, and I understood with dawning horror and awe that she wasn't just speaking taphorically. She was changing , rewriting my very essence, shaping into her image. But for so twisted reason, I kinda liked it.
I guess being alone my entire life in my past world made into a ss.
I an, what can I say? I was lonely and I hated it.
But here, in this twisted version of heaven or hell or whatever this place was, I was wanted. I was desired. I was... loved? Maybe?
"Ahhh... yes... your wife..." I gasped, the words tasting foreign and yet right on my tongue.
"Good girl~" Beatrice purred, her voice a low, sultry hum that vibrated through my entire body. Her hips started to move again, a slow, sensual rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through . "You're learning to accept your place."
"..."
"Mmm..." She humd, her hand sliding down my back to grip my ass, her fingers digging into my flesh.
....
Only after two hours of the relentless fucking did Beatrice finally show signs of slowing. The bath was a ss with our combined fluids. She withdrew from with a wet, obscene sound. I felt... empty. A hollow ache blood where her cock and tail had been, a void that demanded to be filled again. My body humd with a residual energy, a thrumming heat that refused to dissipate.
I slumped against the edge of the tub, breathing heavily. I felt drained and yet full like a well that had just been overflowing.
"Damn, Beatrice, I don't know if you want to kill or fuck to death," I joked, though my voice was rough and ragged.
"Isn't that the sa thing?" she replied with a soft chuckle. "If you were human, you'd probably be dead."
"Probably," I said, trying to steady my breathing.
She looked at with a mixture of satisfaction and desire. She moved closer, her fingers brushing my cheek, tilting my chin so our eyes could et.
She kissed for a full minute. It was a soft kiss, not hungry or passionate but tender. A seal. Then, without uttering a single word, Beatrice began to clean . Her hands were gentle and surprisingly soft as she washed away the sweat, the cum, and the lingering traces of her mark. Her touch was light, almost reverent, as she ran her fingers through my hair, her thumbs caressing my temples, her palms tracing the curve of my spine.
After the bath, she wrapped in a large, fluffy towel, her movents slow and deliberate. She didn't speak, and I didn't either. The silence between us was comfortable. I was too exhausted to even think about what had just happened or what it ant for my future. All I could do was lean into her touch, letting her take care of , feeling a strange sense of peace settle over .
"Here, drink this," she said, pouring a glass of red liquid that looked like wine.
"Wine?" I asked.
"Yes, it's my personal blend. It will help you recover," she explained.
I took the glass, my hand trembling slightly, and drank. The wine was rich and complex, with notes of dark berries and sothing else I couldn't quite place—sweet at first, then sharp, tallic. It was like drinking silk infused with lightning. Warmth spread down my throat and into my chest, unfurling through my veins in a slow, luxurious wave.
"Mmm… It's good," I murmured, licking a stray drop from my lip. "Different."
"Of course it is," Beatrice said, smiling faintly as she took the glass from my hand. "It's mixed with my essence."
"Your essence?" My eyes widened slightly.
"Mhm~" She leaned in, her voice a teasing whisper. "A royal blend of blood and 'things,' perfectly aged. It keeps your new body stable while the bond settles. Think of it as… nourishnt."
I wasn't sure if I should be horrified or aroused, but the way her crimson eyes glowed made it hard to feel either. So I shut the fuck up and let her do whatever she wanted.
"Now, my dear wife," she said, sitting next to , "the special contract will take so ti to craft. It needs special ingredients, after all."
"During that ti, I want you to remain here inside my establishnt."
"The reason?" I wondered out of curiosity. "Can I explore the town a little?"
"You can, but I won't recomnd it," she said, taking a sip from her wine. "In my establishnt, I can guarantee you safety, but out there..."
She paused.
"Not all demons are as polite as I am. They fear , yes, but stupid ones that like to try their luck always exist."
"I see..." I said, looking down at the ground. Her words made sense; after all, I was 'new' here.
"Besides," she said with a smirk, "Eva will be more than happy to keep you company."
'Yeah... the poor brat will probably die from jealousy if she finds out I married her aunt/mother.'
"Anyway, just do a favor and remain inside the building. I'll have a room prepared for you."
"Sure, I'll do as you say," I replied, trying to sound as obedient as possible. I didn't want to upset her, especially not after what she had just done to . I was still sore, both physically and emotionally, and the last thing I needed was another round of her 'discipline.'
"Good girl," she purred, her fingers trailing down my arm, sending shivers through my body. "Rest for today, and tomorrow you'll start working for ."
"Working for you?" I raised an eyebrow, a little surprised by her sudden offer.
"Yes, this is a brothel, and you're a succubus," she said with a sly smirk. "So spread your legs and be happy, my dear wife~"
"..."
"Fuck ."
For Advance chapters, you can find in My Patreon
/Midnight_Paradox
.gg/NBqGDtmxnp
User Comments
0 comments from readers