PAT! PAT! PAT!
My hips slapped against Beatrice's round, perfect ass with a wet, rhythmic sound that echoed in the small, cramped room. Her moans were a sweet symphony of pleasure, her fingers clawing at the cheap cot, her back arching as I drove into her from behind.
"F-fuck! Yesss! Just like that, Aza!" she cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain as I spanked her ass again, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin.
"You're... so... deep!" she gasped, her head thrown back, her black hair sticking to her sweat-slicked neck.
I was enjoying myself, I'll admit. Being a man again had its perks. The raw power, the dominant position, the feeling of being in control. It was intoxicating.
And damn, this pussy is unlike anything I've ever felt. Tight, wet, and so fucking hot it felt like it was lting my dick.
It had a mind of its own, clenching and milking , drawing deeper, demanding more. It was like fucking a living, breathing entity.
Beatrice's pussy was truly a work of art; it could rival that of the goddess Sol, if not surpass it.
"Harder!" she demanded, pushing back against , eting my thrusts with equal ferocity.
I can't stop... no, in fact, I couldn't even if I wanted to. Her inner walls were so strong to the point they could rock back and forth just by contracting.
I felt like Beatrice was using like a toy, but who cares? I'm having the best sex of my life.
"FUCK! BEATRICE!"
I kept cumming non-stop, my cock throbbing inside her, my balls emptying themselves into her. I was like a broken dam, unleashing a torrent of cum that seed to have no end.
"YES! FILL UP! DROWN IN YOUR CUM!" she scread, her body shaking violently as she ca, her pussy gushing around my cock, her juices mixing with mine.
Fuck!... she's a monster! Does she have a black hole in her womb or sothing?
'At this rate, I might actually die from exhaustion,' I thought, a small part of actually starting to worry. The rest of was too lost in pleasure to care.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
I ca again, my body convulsing, my vision going white. I collapsed on top of her, my body trembling, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Hehehe... Not yet, big boy," she chuckled, her voice a low, seductive purr that sent shivers down my spine.
Suddenly, I felt her inner walls tightening around my cock, a feeling so intense it was almost painful. It was like being squeezed by a giant, muscular python.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" I cried out, trying to pull out, but it was no use. She had trapped.
"It's my turn to have so fun," she said, a wicked grin on her face as she threw to the ground, now on top of .
My cock, still hard and throbbing, was trapped inside her, a prisoner to her desires.
"You wanted to be the man," she purred, her hips starting to move again, slow, deliberate circles that made my whole body tingle. "Now, you're going to learn what it feels like to be fucked like a beast."
She leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear.
"Don't worry," she whispered, her breath hot and moist. "I'll be gentle... at first."
And with that, she began to ride , her movents... let's just say they were "wild." And for a mont, I really thought that I was being attacked by a beast and was ready to retaliate.
But how could I?! My precious was a hostage!
She bounced up and down on my cock, her breasts jiggling with every movent, her moans growing louder and more desperate. She was like a woman possessed. Her long nails dug into my chest, leaving deep, bloody scratches. Her fangs sank into my neck, drawing blood.
At so point, I tried to take control, but all I got was her succubus tail brushing against my anus.
A warning!
'If you try to get cocky, I will make you my bitch.' Her ssage was loud and clear.
I got it. I was her toy. Her plaything. Her personal dildo.
And fuck if I wasn't enjoying every second of it.
She's too strong for to control right now. I'll wait—when I regain so of my old powers, I'll definitely make her scream my na like a whore.
....
Five hours later.
"Haa!... Haa!... Haa!" Beatrice panted, her body covered in sweat and mine, her chest heaving.
She finally collapsed on top of , her body limp, her breathing ragged.
"So... how was my pussy, Aza~?" she asked, her voice a satisfied purr.
I didn't answer. I couldn't.
I was a wreck. My body was covered in bite marks and scratches. My neck was a ss of hickeys and fang marks. My cock was raw and sore.
"Oh... can't speak?" she tilted her head innocently like she did NOTHING! "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."
Take care of ?! HEEEELP!!! I'M GONNA DIE!... I'm a victim of a violent sex cri!
Just as I was about to pass out from exhaustion, she pulled out a glass vial filled with pink, glowing liquid.
"Here," she said, pouring the vial into her mouth before locking her lips with mine, forcing the liquid down my throat.
The mont the sweet, magical liquid entered my body, I felt a surge of energy. My wounds started to heal, my strength returned, and my cock, which was on the verge of calling it quits, sprang back to life.
'Oh no!' I thought. 'She's going to kill !'
"Don't worry," she whispered, a mischievous glint in her eyes like she just read my mind. "I'm done... for now."
She slowly stood up, giving a full view of her stunning, naked body. My cock twitched of its own accord, a reflex my brain hadn't authorized.
"Hehehe." She laughed—a rich, lodic sound that lacked any of the predatory edge from before. It was the sound of a woman who had just eaten her fill and found the al exquisite.
"Don't look so terrified, Aza. You survived," she said, stretching her limbs like a cat. The runes on the walls seed to dim in comparison to the sheer vitality radiating off her. "And more importantly, I'm fully topped up. If things get ssy in the lower levels, you'll be glad I had my... snack."
"Snack?" I managed to croak, sitting up and rubbing my neck. The skin was smooth, the puncture marks from her fangs gone, replaced by a lingering, tingly heat. "I feel like I've been through a at grinder. A very, very enthusiastic at grinder."
"HAHAHA..." She threw her head back and laughed again—genuine this ti, rich and warm enough that for a heartbeat she almost sounded like a normal person instead of a walking war cri wrapped in silk skin.
"Relax, Wife. You've earned a five-minute break." She stretched languidly, spine arching in a way biology had no business allowing, then padded barefoot across the cold stone floor to retrieve her discarded clothes. The sway of her hips should have been illegal in at least seven hells.
I stood up, my legs feeling a bit like jelly, and reached for my discarded trousers. The room still slled of us—musk, sweat, and the ozone-heavy scent of succubus magic. I looked over at the... witness of our "fun."
The leader of the red-cloaked squad still sat on the cot, a silent, statuesque observer. He hadn't moved a muscle. His blank eyes were still lifeless, but he definitely enjoyed the show. I an, there was a bit of a tent in his pants and... a wet spot? This dude is weird.
I ignored him and glanced at the table where the soul tracker sat.
The little blinking dot had stopped.
"Beatrice," I said, my voice dropping the playfulness.
She followed my gaze. Her expression shifted instantly, the post-coital glow hardening into the mask of a seasoned infiltrator. She walked to the table, leaning over the crystal.
"She's stopped moving," she noted, tracing the path with a sharp, black nail.
The dot was deep. Way deeper than the first few levels of the labyrinth. It was nestled in a cluster of chambers that looked less like a dungeon and more like a high-security vault.
"What's our next move?" I asked, coming to stand beside her. The heat from her body was a distracting presence.
"We need to bypass those guards," she said, straightening up. She pointed to the map at a narrow, almost invisible service tunnel that ran parallel to the main corridor. "This might be our way in."
She then turned to face the "witness."
"We need to create a distraction."
"Distraction?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, a big one," she said, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Sothing that will draw most of the guards away from our target area."
"Hmm?" I took a mont to think, a plan slowly forming in my mind.
'This will be a good chance to test that skill.'
"I have an idea, but it's a bit... ssy."
"I like ssy," Beatrice purred, her eyes glinting with anticipation.
"Good," I said, turning to face the controlled demon leader. "We're going to start a riot."
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