Ren couldn't breathe right anymore.
Every breath he took tasted like her — sweat, spit, and cunt.
Every time he blinked, he saw her pale body, her cursed mouth, her perfect, dripping sex.
He was addicted.
It wasn't just lust. It was obsession. Madness.
He needed her.
Even if it killed him.
And it would.
She told him.
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> "You'll die if you keep fucking me."
Her voice trembled that night.
She stood nude at the edge of his bed, bare feet on the floorboards, hair clinging to her sweat-drenched skin. Her eyes — always glowing — were dimmer now, almost scared.
> "All the others did. Every man that cummed inside me… collapsed after."
Ren sat on the bed, shirtless, cock half-hard just from her presence. He said nothing. Just stared at her. Burning.
> "Their bodies gave out. Their souls leaked into me."
"I'm a cursed womb, Ren. A succubus made from sorrow. A legend that drains life through lust."
He stood. Stepped forward.
"Then drain me."
> "Ren—please—"
He grabbed her chin, kissed her cursed lips, and whispered:
"Let's make my death the best fuck of your life."
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She let him tie her wrists to the bed.
Let him spread her legs wide.
Let him own her one last time.
And as he crawled on top of her, cock heavy and pulsing between her thighs, she stared at him with a trembling smile.
> "You're different. You didn't run from me. You loved me, even when I was a monster…"
He rubbed his cock against her soaked slit. She was gushing already.
"Shut up," he whispered, voice hoarse. "I'm not done loving you."
> Shlick…
He slid in slowly.
Her eyes rolled.
Her cunt clenched.
Her breath hitched.
> "AHHH—f-fuck—! It's too deep—!"
Ren kissed her neck, then thrust hard.
> SLAP!
The bed creaked violently as his hips met hers.
She screamed, arms tugging at the restraints.
> "AHH—AHHH—! Ren—stop—fuck—you'll die!"
"I don't care!" he growled, pounding into her again. "If I die, it's inside your pussy!"
He fucked her like a madman.
Hard. Deep. Reckless.
His cock slammed into her cursed womb, again and again, his sweat dripping onto her tits, his breath turning ragged.
Slap! Slap! Squish!
Her moans got louder. Wet. Broken. Mindless.
> "Ren—Ren—I can feel your soul—it's shaking—please—fuck—stop—!"
"FUCK NO!"
He shoved deeper. Her legs shook. Her pussy squeezed him, almost refusing to let go.
> "I'm—AHH—I'm gonna—!"
Her eyes flared red, her body arched hard, and she came violently.
Cursed energy burst from her body in waves — invisible, but heavy.
And Ren didn't stop.
He kept thrusting, even as his limbs went numb.
Even as his heart skipped.
Even as his vision blurred.
> "Ren—you're breaking! Your soul—it's leaking into me—stop—PLEASE—!!"
He kissed her again. Hard.
Then thrust one last time and came.
> THROB. THROB. THROB.
Thick cum blasted into her cursed womb, so much that it overflowed immediately. It gushed out around his shaft, soaking the bed.
And as his cock throbbed…
His body stilled.
His hands slid off her wrists.
His eyes stayed open, staring at her.
But he was no longer there.
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She trembled, still tied, cunt twitching around his softening cock.
Her tears mixed with sweat and cum.
> "…He's gone."