Kishu slowly stripped Cyril's pants off, bending over and reaching over to his rod. Her soft fingers cupped and grasped around the man's hard and rock solid surface, feeling it bulge and pulsate on her small hands.
She pushed her dark hair to the side and grinned.
"I'll show you.~"
Her dark gray eyes shot forward on the man's gargantuan member as she saw it throbbing in front of her face,
Kishu sighed deeply and began groping it. She couldn't process how good it felt to sense the huge thing harden on her fingers. Confusion beamed in Cyril, shocked by the succubus' supposedly peculiar actions. He questioned.
"What is this? W-Why are you holding that useless organ, again?"
Kishu slapped his face.
"It's not useless, dumbass. That's the sole reason why us Succubae got here in the first place. Look, I'll tell you more about the goopy stuff in your hand later. In the meantime..."
Kishu reached down, rubbing both her hands against Cyril's long sweaty, slimy shaft. A tingling sensation dawned in her, gulping a cold breath again as her gaze crossed Cyril's fierce eyes.
"Oh shit, I… completely forgot."
Her eyes flared with lust, continuing to rub the thick and manly shaft in-between faster. She tried to fight the urge to suck it. After seconds, Kishu bit her bottom lip and leaned her head over, seeing the man's rod overshadow her face. She rubbed the huge organ continuously and felt copious amounts of adrenaline pulsate within her excited heart.
Before she forgot, Kishu hurriedly grabbed the empty flask and popped the cap open, the member on both her hands enlarged and rushed upward.
"Hold still!"
Kishu spread out Cyril's legs open, crawling closer and staring at him fixedly with her eyes. Her soft skin rubbed up and down the throbbing and twitching member. She was unable to suppress her lustful urge any longer and rubbed her two hands up and down the rod quicker.
Cyril, The Demon Lord, felt amazed experiencing this. He moaned breathlessly, closing his eyes.
"S-So good…"
A quiver of resistance ran through her.
"Ahh!"
Kishu saw a string of sparkling white semen explode from the man's tip, shooting upwards into the air like a volcano. She tilted the empty flask underneath the falling stream of man-juice and saw the liquid fly inside the bottle, collecting every last drop. She wiped a sweat of relief, seeing Cyril pant heavily and moan in exhaustion.
"Finally! That took forever."
Hot sweat slid down Cyril's face, pushing his dark hair back and whimpering. He never would have thought that having such swift motions against this unknown organ dangling in his body, could release such a satisfactory feeling that could make him groan like that.
Kishu shook her head and chuckled with a prideful pose.
"So… are you ready to see how traditional magic works in this world?"
Cyril leaned his head back, his chest moving in and out. He gave a silent thumbs up and nodded while glimpsing at the long black chains dangling over her legs.
Kishu snapped her fingers and nodded her head, lifting the full flask and slowly tilting it over her mouth. Cyril's dark eyes broadened in shock, seeing the liquid slip out of the bottle. The man erupted with a fuming face.
"What the hell are you doing with that? Isn't that… from me?!"
"Oh, quiet. See for yourself!"
Without hesitation, Kishu poured all of the thick and slimy white fluid inside her mouth.
Her dark gray eyes glowed a white luminance, she hoisted her arm into the air, and in a gushing storm, Kishu released a POWERFUL bombardment of swirling ice crystals straight from her palms.
All hundreds of the sharp shards rained down from the azure sky, shredding treetops and detonating bursts of glacial magic, hitting a few winged-demons and disturbing a resting giant.
Cyril's jaw dropped.
"Huh?"
The moment he saw that blue luminance spark and shine from Kishu's body after she had swallowed an entire flask of his love-nectar, a face of amazement glowed in his tan face. He hastily pulled his trousers up and raced to Kishu, panting from releasing such a powerful attack. Cyril asked, fixing his dark hair and collar.
"Are you okay? How in the hell did you do that? It looks like your icicles disturbed something."
"Y... Yeah. It was just a scratch."
The dark-haired succubus rolled her eyes skyward and collapsed to the ground. Droplets of stringy essence dripped and slid over her chin, falling down on the grass and breathing heavily with a light smile. Cyril couldn't help but chuckle at Kishu's clumsy movements.
"Just a scratch?"
After a moment of silence, Kishu leaned back up and replied with a calmer tone.
"Yeah. That's how magic works in this world. I told you, that's the power of semen. But don't get excited, there are several ways that are not as "disgusting" as this one." She breathed heavily, licking her glossy upper lip. "I can't believe how sweet your nectar tasted.~"
Cyril slammed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth.
"You sound so utterly repulsive saying that."
She gave a half shrug, admiring the surprised look on Cyril's face.
"Who gives a shit? This world is dirty, get used to it."
Even though Cyril had spoken about his past to Kishu, there was disbelief fluctuating in her mind the more she saw him.
"How about, you taste what magic is."
Cyril squinted his eyes.
"Eh?"
Kishu pushed her dark hair back.
"Don't worry.~"
Without warning, the succubus forced her mouth toward Cyril's, spewing out remnants of the man's own semen inside his mouth. Tender, soft but aggressive were the only three words to describe it.
Cyril felt the droplets slip down his throat, evaporating into a blue sparkle. Absorbed by the long and seductive kiss, holding and lunging their bodies; the man's crimson eyes sighted something approaching behind.
He tried to keep grasp on his warning, but feeling Kishu's wet tongue bouncing inside his mouth; it was hard to do so. The aroma lingering with her clean breath, smelled like sweet berries, contradicting her rotten attitude. Kishu murmured as her dark and sharp eyelashes tickled Cyril's phased face.
"It tastes so good."
[I can't…]
After a fifty second make-out session, a long white string formed in-between them, detaching and breaking away.
Kishu giggled and smiled, rubbing her lips in guilt and whispering deeply.
"There… you should be–
Suddenly, Cyril's eyes turned crimson red, hastily jumping up in the air and unleashing a barrage of red beams. His hands were scorched in a crimson blaze, leaving a trail of embers before immediately dissipating, along with the glow. Kishu's face flew aghast with shock, sneering over at the man and screaming, smelling the smoke rising up in the air.
"What the fuck was that?! I never expected you to release such a powerful attack. T…That was only from just the remnants of your nectar. H-How…"
Cyril was just as confused as Kishu, if not… more.
"Do NOT ask me. I never figured that attack still worked."
A loud distant, monstrous roar trembled the earth, releasing a wave of shock in both Kishu and Cyril. Their heads slowly turned back and quickly, the succubus sprung up and shrieked in fear.
"Shit, I forgot my icicles hit the monster! Cyril, get your ass up and run!"
The demon looked up but only saw a dark mist, one that he was very familiar with.
He figured that the creature was a dragon, but as he flew down the sandy slopes with Kishu, sprinting away for dear life, Cyril's thoughts were buffeted by reality.
Its legs were as long and brooding as the tall desert mountains poking in the distance. Its jaw was the size of a boulder, with talons the size of the tall jungle trees. And its sharp and evading eyes were the size of a lake.
The more that Kishu and The Demon Lord scampered across the thick and vegetative desert, the more crumbled buildings and four-legged creatures emerged. Kishu screamed as her fingers wrapped over Cyril's wrist, darting over to an enclosed building buried in a pit filled with rusted over gears.
"Cyril, let's hide in there! It's the only way–"
"ROAR!"
Trees started to tremble from the monstrous roar of the dragon. Cyril's disbelief flooded inside him, unable to process the experience of a chase. Even with the experience of calamities and torture he , not once had fear pronged and throbbed the demon lord this hard.
But what made it worse, was that he recognized the screeches sounding behind him.
It sounded like…
"The Succubae. Dear god."
Kishu had always encountered such creatures. From gargantuan spiders to mechanical robots, nothing of that territory was out of the norm for her.
But what made her life worse, was that in the past, Kishu resisted the belief of slaughter of the race she was affiliated with, leading her to be targeted from everything in the world. She was one of the ONLY Succubae who have gone against the rest.
That's the only reason why she was so far in the world.
. . .
"That's... why?!"
The trembling succubus glanced over and froze in place, seeing the massive silhouette of the dark dragon darken above the tall treetops.
Before she and Cyril caught up in the purple breath of the dragon, a silhouette of a silver-haired girl hopped in from the thick bushes and grabbed a white flask from her hips, pouring its liquids into her mouth.
A white luminance surged in her, and before she knew it, the succubus girl, Kishu, and Cyril were all forced inside the building; nearly escaping the monster.
"Holy shit, that was close."
Nonetheless, as one conflict ended, another one emerged. After all, this was ONLY just the beginning of Cyril's long journey of purification or vengeance from a world conquered by Succubae.
"Kishu, what the hell?! I TOLD you I should be the the one to lose my virginity. I-I mean... lose his virginity."