SLAM!
"AM BACK, BITCHES!!!"
A certain horny purple-haired succubus girl kicked the wooden door wide open before storming into the lobby like she owned the damn place. The hinges squealed, the frame cracked, and half the demons inside froze mid-thrust.
Literally.
A dozen moans cut short as the scene unfolded: demons, beastfolk, and a handful of terrified slaves tangled in sweaty piles of flesh, all turning their heads toward Eva. The thick stench of sweat, musk, and sex clung to the air like swamp gas, smothering me the moment we stepped in.
"By the gods…" I gagged, covering my nose. "This place smells like a slaughterhouse fucked a perfume shop and lost the fight."
"Ah, home sweet home!" Eva spread her arms dramatically, wings twitching like she was welcoming royalty to a palace. "Doesn't it just scream family?"
"..."
Her cunt was sure to be screaming as well, with that oversized crystal plugging her tight little butt.
"EVA!!!!"
The voices rang out in unison. At least five women dashed toward the door—three succubi, plus a lamia with glittering serpent scales and a cowgirl with massive tits that jiggled like twin battering rams under her thin silk wrap.
"EVA!" they cried again, nearly tripping over each other to get to her. The lamia practically slithered over the cushions, tail knocking over a wine jug, while the succubi rushed with wild eyes like a pack of starving dogs spotting meat.
Eva puffed out her chest proudly, hands on her hips, wings flaring wide as if she were some war hero returning home from battle instead of a horny little brat barging into a whorehouse.
"Your queen has returned, sluts!" she announced, practically vibrating with excitement. "Did you all miss me? Because my puffy little cunt missed you. Haaaa~! It aches for you. Ohhh, all the waiting I did. It was horrible."
"Where have you been?! Where did you go! We were so worried when you left suddenly!" yelled one of the succubi in panic. She seemed very mature compared to the others. Long, slender legs and a sharp-looking face, with short black hair and curving red horns.
"YEAH!" A succubus with ginger hair chimed in. Her small, perky breasts were practically hanging out of her bra, barely held together with strings of lace.
"WHERE IN THE HELL'S HOURS YOU LEFT SUDDENLY, LEAVING US ALL PANICKING!" yelled the cowgirl before she tackled Eva in a bear hug, nearly crushing the poor girl. Wrong! That little horny slut was enjoying her face buried between those heavenly tits. I could literally hear her sniffing from here.
"MMMFFF~! Ohhhh, goddess above, I missed these milk pillows so much!" she managed to croak between desperate sniffs, her voice high and strangled. "I thought of you every night, Nalaaaah~!"
"Hehehe." The cowgirl—Nala, apparently—laughed loud and deep, like a drunken warlord. "Still the same perverted runt! You vanish for weeks, maybe months, and this is what you say first? No apology, no explanation—just face-first into my tits!"
"IT'S THE ONLY WAY TO LIVE!" Eva shouted, still buried.
Meanwhile, the ginger-haired succubus hopped up and down in place like her panties were on fire. "You don't understand! Everyone thought you were dead! Or worse—enslaved! Do you know what this did to poor Mother? Do you know how worried we all were?"
"Fuck 'em all!" Eva barked gleefully, finally prying her head out from Nala's cleavage with a wet gasp. Her purple hair was matted to her forehead, her eyes sparkling like a lunatic's. "I'm alive, I'm horny, and I brought the biggest prize this whorehouse has ever seen!"
Her claw shot out dramatically toward me.
The room stilled. Five pairs of eyes followed her finger, then landed squarely on me and my wings.
The lamia froze mid-slither, scales scraping loudly against the floor. The black-haired succubus stiffened, her lips pulling tight as her sharp face paled. Even Nala, whose tits could probably block a battering ram, instinctively adjusted her stance, arms crossing over her chest as her tail flicked nervously.
"She's…" whispered the ginger, her lace barely clinging to her bouncing chest.
"Hisss... A royal succubus?" The lamia slithered to the right, golden slit-pupil eyes tracing every bit of my exposed skin.
"Royal sister," all three succubi snapped, quickly and very lowly on the back and... kneeled like their lives depended on it.
"What... What's going on?" Nala cocked a brow at me, shifting to keep her generous bosom close to her chest. "Are you truly like Moth—?"
"Yes, she is, Nala." Eva wagged a finger before turning to her subordinates with a feral grin.
"Bitches, I brought you a royal succubus, A ROOOYALLL Succubus. So don't embarrass me by being dumb sluts in front of my beautiful wife, because this royal bitch will devour you alive...haaaa~"
She even took the opportunity to wiggle her ass, no doubt making the crystal bounce around inside. The smile never left her face, not even for an instant—if anything, it only grew.
"Hi!... my name is Azariel," I introduced myself politely with a curtsy. "Yes, like this little slut here said, I'm a royal succubus, but don't let that stand in your way. Feel free to act like you did befo... Ahhhh! Fuck!"
A cold shiver ran down my spine as that same little slut sneaked up on me and bit my asscheek from behind. Not hard enough to hurt.
"What the fuck, you Eva!" I tried to slap Eva with my wing, but the little bitch already dashed toward the dark-haired succubus like the little puppy she is.
"What! I'm lightening the mood, wife," Eva said, laughing loudly. "This is perfect! Ohhh, Mother's gonna cream her ancient panties when she sees this!"
The moment she said Mother, every single head in the room snapped toward the staircase at the far end.
Silence.
The torches guttered, shadows stretching long across the walls. The air grew heavy, suffocating, crawling over my skin like icy fingers. Even the moans and gasps from the half-finished orgies that I could hear coming from the second floor died out completely.
Then...
Step!.
A single heel echoed from the top of the stairs.
Step!.
Another, slower, deliberate.
The weight of it crushed the room. Even the cowgirl Nala lowered her head, fists tightening at her sides. The succubi pressed themselves flatter to the ground, trembling. The lamia coiled tighter, her tail thrashing nervously.
And Eva?
Well... you know when a dog gets too scared and drops their fucking tail between their legs.
That's what Eva was doing.
For the first time since I met the purple-haired vixen, this crazy, insane, perverted, mindless, horny bitch got as scared as shit. She even pulled the plug from her ass and hid in the corner like a little kid.
Step!.
The last heel struck the floor like a death knell.
From the shadows at the top of the staircase, she appeared. The one Eva called Mother.
She was tall. Towering. A living monument of sin and terror.
Pale skin like moonlit marble, long flowing purple hair cascading down her shoulders like rivers of night, and eyes—oh gods—eyes the color of fresh-spilled blood. Twin burning coals that pinned everyone down like insects to a board. Her lips, black as venom, curled into the faintest smirk, as if our collective fear was a fine wine on her tongue.
Her gown clung to every lethal curve, sheer silk that showed more than it hid, draped in a way that turned shadows into a weapon. Horns, thick and polished obsidian, curved high like a queen's crown, and her wings stretched behind her with lazy menace—massive, leathery, so wide they nearly scraped both walls of the staircase.
A royal succubus.
The room bowed. Not because she commanded it, but because her presence tore the will out of every throat. The demons prostrated. The slaves buried their faces in the floor. Even the lamia and Nala, whose tits could crush a man, dropped to her knees, trembling with the weight pressing down on her spine.
"Evangeline."
The single word slithered across the hall, dripping like acid onto Eva. Her breath hitched, and she started shaking like crazy as the massive succubus took another step.
Eva… wasn't grinning anymore, and that brought me much-needed satisfaction.
That manic, smug expression had melted off her face faster than cum in lava. She crouched low, tail wedged hard between her legs, shoulders trembling. Her wings twitched once, twice, then folded so tightly against her back she looked like a terrified child caught stealing sweets.
"M-Mother…" Eva croaked, her voice breaking in the middle.
I raised a brow, my gaze flicking between her and the royal succubus. A minute ago, she was barking about Mother creaming her "ancient panties." Now? She looked one breath away from pissing herself.
"My dear Eva," the taller, older succubus sighed and glided like a living nightmare straight toward her daughter. Or at least I presumed she was her daughter—they looked similar.
"First, I'm glad that you're safe. We all were really worried," the mother purred, placing a gentle hand over Eva's head. "Now do you know what you did wrong?"
"!!!" Eva literally flinched and whimpered like a scared animal.
"I... I left without telling you."
'Yeah! That! Who's a scared puppy now?' The monkeys in my brain were happy.
"Good, you know your mistake and accept it," Mother nodded as if pleased. "But a punishment is necessary, don't you think so, Azariel dear?"
'Azariel, dear?' I raised an eyebrow. Why am I involved in this... but then I saw Eva flashing those puppy eyes, pleading for my help and...
"Um, yeah, sure, your daughter left without notice and disobeyed you, I understand," I quickly said. "And in my opinion, she deserves a punishment... maybe."
'I'm really sorry, Eva, but you deserve this shit!'
"Perfect," Mother nodded, clearly happy. "Evangeline, what would you suggest? If you know what's good for you, choose wisely, dear."
"AHH FUCK! EVERYTHING BUT THAT PLEASE!!" Eva began to plead with desperation and a shriek in her voice that even shocked me. "PUNCH ME, SLAP ME, GAG ME! HURT ME BUT NOOOOO! NOT THAT ONE!"
"Very well then!" The mature, beautiful succubus smiled brightly. "You've earned yourself an even worse one!"
"NOOOO!"
"But before that." The Mother stood up and walked toward me, and before I had the chance to react, she pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, before sealing her lips onto mine.
Her kiss was fire.
Not the playful, sloppy, horny mess Eva threw at me when she was desperate for attention. No—this was molten steel poured straight down my throat. Her lips crushed mine with authority, her tongue sliding past like it owned the place. The scent of roses and blood, the taste of smoke and lust, it drowned me whole.
"Thank you for saving that dumb bitch, royal sister," she breathed into my lungs. "My name is Beatrice and I'll be forever in your debt."