For a heartbeat, the room shrank to nothing but her eyes. Purple, bright as bruises, hungry as a fire. Her words still echoed in my head like a spell I couldn't break.
'Release the river in me, wife.'
I should have shoved her away. Should have snapped, hissed, and clawed her across that pretty face. Instead, I sat there, muscles locked, claws gouging grooves into the table, breath coming sharp and shallow.
"Eva…" My voice came out low, tight. "This is insane."
"No," she purred. Her tongue flicked against my clit again, slow, deliberate, as if she were tasting my protest. "This is what we are."
Her nails raked across the back of my thighs, sharp and sudden enough to make me flinch. Eva grabbed my hips, claws digging in, the pain slicing through the storm.
Her mouth sealed over me, and she sucked—not soft, gentle. Hard, hard enough that every muscle in my abdomen clenched, like she could feel how much I needed to release, and she would force every drop from my body.
My body shivered, blood burning hot under my skin. Heat surged up my chest, my neck, my ears. All those little teasing touches, the sight of her on her knees, her scent, her eyes, the idea, the memory of her cunt, cock, and its sweet, overwhelming embrace—it all slammed together until I felt ready to shatter.
"You're disgusting," I said, but the words came out weaker than I meant, almost a whisper. My body betrayed me, like it wanted to give in, give up, let it wash over me like fire and ice.
"Am I?" Eva's voice was a purr, low and throaty, vibrating against my skin. "Or are you just scared to admit you like it?"
She pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to the sensitive skin just above my clit, her eyes never leaving mine.
"Let go, Aza. Give me what's mine."
This little bitch always had to push me right over the edge, and to make matters even worse, she pressed her thumbs a little to the side of my labia majora and opened them to get an even better view while releasing a short burst of magic straight to my clit.
"Ahhh!" A surprised shout escaped me.
The pleasure stabbed white-hot up my spine. My stomach clenched; my thighs trembled. Sweat beaded on my neck. Inch by inch, the tension faded, my mind a fog. My body melted into Eva, my bones turning liquid, giving in.
"Come on, darling~ don't keep me waiting forever," she purred, her tongue never stopping teasing. "Release the dam, I want to taste every single bit of you."
And I did.
It wasn't a trickle or a slow flow. It was a deluge, a hot, forceful rush of release that felt like a primal, absolute surrender. Every muscle I'd been clenching gave way, and the hot, golden stream poured over her face, soaking into her hair, splashing across her cheeks.
"!!!" My entire body went rigid with shock and shame. It was disgusting, wrong, wicked. It was a pleasure so powerful that it obliterated all else.
It felt amazing.
'I can't believe I just did that. I can't believe I let her…' The monkeys in my brain panicked.
"Ahh~" Eva moaned, low and guttural, as the energy poured into her. Her claws dug into my hips, holding me open as she drank in the torrent, her horns glimmering with wetness. The sight was so wrong and lewd that my brain just decided to completely shut down. Her mouth on my pussy, both of us drowning in a flow that was not blood, not seed, but pure need turned into sustenance.
Glup! Glup! Glup!
She was gulping like there was no fucking tomorrow. She was going crazy. Drinking my piss like a good little puppy, and the dirty sounds of it would have made my entire body blush, but I was completely out of fucks to give. I've literally run out of them... I didn't even have any fucks in reserve.
Fuckless... that's how I was feeling right now, while the horny little demoness kept draining me dry.
"Yesss…" she hissed against me, a sound half-snarl, half-prayer. "All of it. All of you."
My head fell back, a strangled cry tearing from my throat as another pulse hit, harder, brighter. The table splintered under my grip; my legs shook around her shoulders, but still she held me open, taking everything I gave her. Shame, pleasure, piss, power—all of it tangled together until I couldn't tell them apart.
Something inside me came loose. A knot of nerves, tension, repressed anger, and confusion uncoiled, like a long, hard scream rising up through my spine. I should have pushed her away, snarled, scratched, twisted until she hurt too. But instead, I threaded my claws into her hair and pulled her closer, pressing her lips tighter.
Eva was disgusting. A bratty little demon slut who lived off filth and lust, who teased and tortured, who got under my skin like no one else. My frustration, my anger, my desire—she fed on all of them, and her grip on me was tight, her laughter high and giddy.
But so were mine.
I held her, hips bucking, my moans filling the room like fire and iron. Every drop of liquid vanished between her lips, replaced by heat, more heat. It burned through me like an incantation, burning my veins to ash, blotting out the world around us until I gave up.
For the first time since I was reborn in this hell as a Nephalem of lust and had to switch forms pretending to be a succubus, I surrendered completely. I stopped fighting my nature, this lewd, lustful body, and embraced its perverted desires.
I didn't care that I was a man in my old life, I didn't care that she was a succubus, I didn't care that we just met each other recently... Eva made me realize that I have been restraining myself far too long... maybe that's why I was struggling to adapt.
This might have sounded absurd and impossible since I was in hell... THE HELL!... the worst place. But Eva was right, to survive as a succubus, I need to do what a succubus does best.
Let loose and just fuck.
I didn't really have set goals at the moment, and I had no plans to find a way back to my old world, so I might as well enjoy this succubus body of mine to the fullest.
"Ahhh~ You taste divine."
When at last it ebbed, Eva stayed there, forehead pressed to my inner thigh, her eyes shining with joy. A thin ribbon of my golden essence traced down her chin, and she licked it away like nectar.
"Your juices... are simply delicious." Her wings and tail were thrumming in satisfaction; she was positively purring, looking every bit the contented, spoiled little pet who'd just lapped up the milk bowl. "So nice and sweet... Like a fresh virgin cunt~"
"This is what you were meant for, Aza. To feed me. To feed us." She kept murmuring, licking her lips, kissing my thighs, my pussy, and anything she could reach. A strange kind of joy filled her, and I wondered how long it had been since I truly trusted someone like this.
"We're not done yet," I said, my voice low and commanding.
"Ahh~" Before Eva could lift her gaze to mine, she suddenly found a long, thick, angry red cock with huge balls waiting just above her face, pulsing and slick with the same golden essence she'd been drinking.
"Use your mouth, whore." Slowly, deliberately, I pressed the tip of my cock past her lips, watching as her cheeks hollowed around it, her throat opening to take me in. "Drink it, like the thirsty bitch that you are."
A moment before the urge hit me, Eva grabbed my hips, pulling her even deeper, sucking me to the hilt. It was sloppy, deep, and lewd. She wasn't trying to give me a blowjob—no, she was using her mouth as a cum dump, sloppily licking and slurping at my throbbing cock, rolling my balls and driving my length straight down her throat. She was taking as much as she could get and moaning while I was watching, trembling, fighting not to cum.
But she was a master with her tongue. I wasn't going to last much longer, not when it felt so amazing.
"D-don't stop.. keep going.. Ahh~"
The control—that cold, sharp blade of dominance I'd just seized—was addictive. I stared down at the sight: the purple head of the little succubus bobbing in front of me, her throat convulsing with the effort, her eyes squeezed shut, and the slick, red reality of my cock disappearing into her mouth. I loved watching her gag, and I loved fucking her throat.
"Yes! Yes!! Take all of it. Drink it up like a good whore," I ground out, my voice thick with the building pressure. I held her head firmly, letting my hips pump forward with slow, crushing force.
And the orgasm was intense. My toes curled; my wings shook behind me; I slammed into her lips over and over until the dam broke and my pleasure went bursting free.
"!!!" Eva's eyes widened in surprise as I released a river of thick white super-charged cum straight into her mouth. And despite the sudden attack and the amount that was filling her mouth, Eva managed to swallow the whole thing without even spilling a single drop.
"Impressive," I had to admit.
She gulped and gulped the hot white cream, slurping, moaning, and purring in pleasure. She sucked my dick like she couldn't get enough, swallowing more than I even thought was possible.
"That was good, whore."
Then, when she was finished, Eva withdrew, letting her tongue slide against my cock as she pulled it free from between her lips, the motion so slow it was excruciatingly sensitive. When she was done, her lips looked swollen, bruised, and puffy, but I didn't miss her devilish little smile, nor the dark glint in those purple eyes.
"What about my lower mouth?" she said, licking her lips, slowly climbing my body, making sure her hands roamed every inch, clawing, scratching her path.
"Hehe, you greedy little slut."