Cyril forcibly turned Kishu's body backward and pulled her arms behind, fighting for dominance while the succubus fought for control.
"Stay down. You are… entrancing m…. me."
Kishu gritted her teeth, sneering at the man with an ice cold look in her sharp eyes.
"Fuck, you're so hot when you speak like that.~"
Cyril's dark eyes anchored back to the two mountains behind Kishu', blocked by the thin, skin-tight fabric of her cloak.
The man threw Kishu's long dark hair to the side and clenched on the fabric; roughly ripping it, revealing her bare skin gleaming in the golden light.
"I… can't… resist."
He caught the sight of Kishu's colossal, gorgeously tempting, smooth pink buttocks gleaming and shining all over his face.
Her elegant bottom wiggled and bounced like bubbles, lifting her thick, heavy bubble butt upward and taunting Cyris with a thick and prideful smirk.
"I know you want to be stronger."
Cyril was aghast at the tremendous sight. Even without memory or experience, he could still feel aroused from seeing such a size. In a swift manner, he nodded his head, eyes focused at her fine butt.
Kishu slowly slid her long pink fingernails up her warm, rosy ass and giggled with a fruity tone in her voice.
"Well then come here. I'll give you something that would reward you for losing yourself to a succubus such as me."
With adrenaline pumping in the succubus' heart, Kishu spanked and slapped her own cheeks, hearing the impact echo over the woodland pass. Excitement rushed in Cyril, unable to contain it any longer.
Quickly, the man shifted over to Kishu' and rubbed her bare back, whispering as he shivered in anticipation.
"You're so beautiful. I… never thought…."
Looking up into his eyes, Kishu climaxed then and there. Her dark eyes were showing more lust than anything he had ever seen.
"Yes! Fuck me! Claim me like the succubus, bottom-feeder I am! I want to be your one, your only one! Make me your toy for all I care. I have wanted to experience what it's like to get ravaged by such a big thing."
Cyril backed up, fighting over the powerful hypnotic feeling bouncing in his mind.
"Damn it. The sin of lust is overwhelming every single damn corner in my mind. Not even envy can eclipse it anymore!"
Although he had tried several times to breach and break through this trance, nothing could work, not even hurting himself.
"Oh god."
Kishu's pupils looked up to the muscular man, feeling the massive thing tease and slide on her fat thighs, every motion rubbing outside her damp skin. She closed her slender fingers around Cyris' huge twenty-seven centimeter rod and rubbed it repeatedly with a seductive smile, seeing ember energy spew out from her motions.
He lined up the huge round tip across Kishu's slit, and leaned over to her bare shoulders, whispering…
"I know the power lurking in you. And I don't care if I kill you, as long as I receive it."
Kishu gulped.
"H…Huh?!"
At that moment, seeing Kishu's face drop from an eager smile to a worried frown, he pierced his massive thing deeply through her body, grazing her insides and unleashing a wave of satisfaction in her.
She clenched tightly onto Cyril's arms, savoring the pure relief and pleasure running through her veins.
Kishu felt her smooth skin clasp and smack warmly on Cyril's manly hips. Her stomach cramped up and her insides expanded like no other, biting her lip and squealing in pleasure as she felt her insides contort from Cyril's member.
"AHHH!"
Loud belligerent claps sounded from Kishu's juicy fat bottom, relentlessly squeezing on the man's member as she huffed and puffed all her energy. Over and over, her slimy and sticky essence expanded and unleashed black sparkles, entering Cyril without knowing.
Cyril forced half of his rod through Kishu's tight pink butt hole, spanking and slapping her, juggling her small but squishy breasts. He grasped and seized the woman's long black hair, yanking it and heaving over. His hot breaths touched Kishu's neck as his deep voice whispered to her.
"You like that? The aggression that fuels and fills you as I abuse you with my organ? It must hurt huh! Filthy and lustful, monster!"
She lunged her head back and groaned. A fitful and savoring smug grin emerged from her hot, steaming face.
"Yes! I love it! Your cock feels so painful and strong in me, so thick and manly. Don't stop, Ahh!~"
Cyril growled and gritted his teeth. He felt dissatisfied, seeing the succubus drown in pleasure and smile, instead of her squealing and crying in pain.
He wanted her to suffer and not enjoy this. And so, as he forced her upward, Cyril heeded no mercy to his rough movements. He extended and spread Kishu's long legs, slapping her face so hard it stung her cheeks.
Then, Cyril choked her neck and shoved his huge, merciless rod without mercy, forcing Kishu to arch her back and squeal from the pain.
"Ahh!"
A prideful chuckle slipped out from Cyril. Running his fingers through Kishu's silky dark hair, he kissed her lips hotly, urging her more and more to indulge in this pain.
He used all his strength to unleash heavy thrusts, spanking Kishu's ass so hard it made her entire body tremble and shake.
Sweat slid down their skin, heat surrounded their intertwined bodies together. They urged another ravaging kiss, then continued riding deep in her.
Kishu's hot breaths touched the man's caramel-colored face, feeling his cock pulsate, thicken, and throb inside her.
"MORE! MORE! Ahhh, your monster cock feels so good. All my energy is discharging into you!"
Making rapid similar movements, Kishu's gray eyes shot open in ecstasy, rolling backwards with a whimper. She felt all her essence launch upwards, grabbing onto Cyril's neck for dear life and trying to smash his member with her butt.
Tough love spewed out from the two like a geyser, feeling hot steam resonate from their slimy and thick bodies.
Their adoration was entangled and born, with Cyril's body transforming into something completely different.
He covered Kishu's mouth and penetrated once more, releasing an intrusive pain and pleasure, screaming at the top of her lungs.
In the last seconds, the shaking dark-haired woman felt her whole womb get coated and sprayed in Cyril's thick semen, climaxing so hard she went blank from exhaustion.
She collapsed down to the ground and yelled in heat as felt the steamy, waxy semen dripped all over her body.
"YES!"
Both Cyril and Kishu were atop each other, panting and resting from the rough intercourse they had just gone through.
For the first time in the succubus' life, she was dazed in blinding pleasure, satisfied after absorbing all the demon lord's essence inside her.
As she saw Cyril's member pulsate and not die down, she backed away and wiped her lips.
"You tasted so amazing…" She licked her lips. "Cyril, you might be the first man I have fallen in love with. A member so dominant and gargantuan, that it eclipses your inevitable weakness and harassing misery."
"That's absolutely absurd. But I guess…"
Cyril couldn't bluff about it.
The intercourse with that voluptuous woman was the most intense and satisfying thing he had ever felt; to ravage and inflict pain into a race of demons you hate, only to be entranced and fall in love from her movements.
An event so enticing and so attracting, that Cyril simply couldn't refuse to hurt that woman any longer.
He looked over to his hand and noticed it was coated in a perpetually flowing, dark and goopy substance, waxing and coating all over his fingers and wrist. Cyril quickly gasped and turned over to Kishu. A deceitful grin emerged on her face, lifting her hand and saying.
"Oh my, I never thought I had that in me."
Cyril backed away, throwing his hands and trying to toss the goop away.
"What is this sorcery? What monovalent curse have you casted upon me?!"
Kishu covered her mouth and snickered.
"It appears that your soul has been cursed by a disease. Due to the lack of your magical power, this sort of substance that was on me had transmitted toward you. It's one that attracts another type of succubae to chase after you."
"What TYPE of succubae?"
The dark-haired woman giggled and backed away, seeing the silver-haired girl frozen in complete shock after witnessing what she had been going through. Clinging onto Cyril's arm, she answered as she snapped her fingers.
"Ah, I completely forgot that you have just awakened. Well here in this world, there are three main races. I can't recall what most of them are because I'm not that type of bitch to analyze stupid shit like that, but… I'll just give you a brief thing.``
Not once was Cyril surprised about Kishu's vulgar language.
Matter in fact, it made his attraction for her stronger than before, knowing she's a sneaky sinner like him.
After a moment of silence, the silver-haired girl bolted away from them, crying in the absence of attention. Kishu tapped Cyril's shoulder and mumbled.
"You don't need to care about her. She's a virgin, despite her appearance. Plus, she's an absolute prick when it comes to sinning. That whiny little bitch knows nothing about her own race. I hope I see her die in a fire."
Cyril chuckled from Kishu's dirty and thoughtless words, nearing closer and admiring her despicable attitude.
"I love the way you speak."
Kishu's gaze turned over to him.
"Eh? What are you saying?"
"You're perfect."
She turned over and smiled.
"I guess so. Now come on, I have a lot of explaining to do."
After that thriving moment of passionate sex, one that would spark a teeming feeling of assistance in the demon lord, Kishu led Cyril outside the small forest, toward a cliff, revealing a vast expanse of a mixture of lush and dense tropical rainforests and dry, brittle desert melding together.
Patches of grass dotted about the hilly terrain, with crystal turquoise rivers stretching from left to right. Giant Cacti towered over the flat blanket of ash clouds, bright orange rocky mountains melded in with the sleek emerald greenery, and ancient ruins scattered about deep trenches filled with turmoil.
A half-breathless murmur of amazement and incredulity came from Ceril's pale lips, glimpsing at colonies of winged humanoids, empires of witches, dwarfs, and corrupted creatures among these flourishing lands.
"So, this is the brutal fate of my fallen empire? All of it, lost to nauseating colors and cynical monsters? I can't believe it. Even after all the time I was encased in rock, I could still see the star-reaching spires extending up the skies."
A harassing anxiety came from Kishu, replying as she stared deep into Ceril's face.
"Empire? Wow, I never knew such an asshole like you can say something like that. Anyways, knowing just how manly you are… Why are you still with me? I thought you would just fuck me and toss me into the dirt, but instead… you look a lot more attracted to me now. Tell me, why did you even awaken in the first place?"
The man's long black hair flew with the hot breeze, feeling insects swarm around him and die the moment their legs touched his body. Cyril's eyes flared with burning hatred, dallying in maudlin reminiscence of his past.
"I have a strong repugnance and detestation for the race of Succubae. Ever since I was born to the hellish world of the past, my father was slaughtered the moment he saw my eyes. He only wanted to see my face one time… but…"
The atmosphere of his surroundings grew dark with unutterable sorrows as his eyes looked over to black spires, castles, walls, kingdoms, and dragons in the distance.
"I was traumatized to see his face get slaughtered by humans, ambushing and scouring the place left and right after they had made a pact with the succubae. As they had taken me, I saw my own loving mother… who birthed me, get tossed into her shattered cavern, and get her existence raped by several Incubus."
Kishu's smug face froze and paled to one of horror, speechless and disbelieved of Cyril's words.
As he continued to trace the words of his past through his mouth, he tightened his fists and lowered his eyebrows, shaking in rage.
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