[Special Quest Unlocked!]
[Massage of Death! – Last Level]
[Objective: Massage her throat and survive]
[Reward: 100% Resistance to Life Drain]
What it meant? Oh, he was about to find out. He was smug. Too smug. And oh-so-fucking wrong.
...
"Ohhh shit!!!"
Rae screamed, like, full-on howled, as he tried to yank his cock out of Lyra's vacuum-sealed mouth.
This wasn't normal. This wasn't human. This was dangerous.
It wasn't because she was doing a bad job. Hell no. If she'd been sloppy or too shy, that would've been easy.
He'd have just guided her, coached her, trained her, maybe even praised her like a dirty little student.
But this was a goddamn divine technique passed down by succubi grandmasters or something.
Her throat gripped him like a hot, wet tunnel of suction, milking the soul right out of his balls.
And that wasn't even the worst part.
No, what made his heart spike, what made his brain scream in panic, was that damn quest.
