Chapter 322- Hooks for New Fucks
Soha’s mouth opened around his balls.
The taste of the succubus still on them — the slick and the warmth of a demon’s arousal coating the sac, arriving on Soha’s tongue as she took both balls into her mouth.
She understood, at that moment, exactly what she was tasting.
She made a sound.
"Mmh — mmphhh—"
Not stopping.
Her tongue working the sac, both balls heavy against it, the taste making her eyes water — not from disgust but from the specific overload of a sensation that lands somewhere it wasn’t expected to land.
He healed.
The pulse of Seleyena’s ability moving through him in a warm amber wave — the succubus’s energy drain running against it like water against a current, her demonic absorption pulling at his sexual energy and finding it immediately replaced, the ability generating fresh vitality at the exact rate she consumed it.
A perfect equilibrium.
Her pussy pulling and his body restoring and the whole machine of it running at a sustained peak that normal men couldn’t maintain for thirty seconds, that he was maintaining indefinitely because the ability that had been copied from a woman in a dimensional cell on ambient light was now feeding his cellular restoration at the rate a succubus could drain.
He fucked her harder.
PAH— PAH— PAAAH—
"HAAAANGH — AAANGH — AAANGH~~!!"
Her golden wings had opened.
Spread wide in the apartment, the full wingspan filling the room, the golden membranes catching the lamplight as she lost control of the voluntary systems — the wings opening being the succubus equivalent of a human’s eyes rolling, the involuntary expression of a body beyond its management capacity.
PAH— PAH—
"HAAAIYAANGH — I’M — NNNGH — SOMETHING IS—"
She came.
The succubus orgasm was nothing like Soha’s.
It was silent.
For two seconds — a complete, total silence in which every sound stopped except the flesh impacts of his continuing thrusts — her whole body seized, her ass clamping around his cock with a force that had nothing human in it, her wings snapping fully extended, her golden horns blazing with light that filled the apartment.
Then the scream arrived.
"HAAHIIEENGH — AAANGH — HAAAANGH~~♡♡~!!"
Her pussy flooded.
The release of a demon’s arousal in full orgasm — not like Soha’s squirt, but a deep, continuous pour of slick that ran down his shaft and over Soha’s mouth where she was still working his balls and dripped from everything onto the floor in a spreading pool.
He came inside her.
The load pumping into her pussy in long, deep pulses, his hips pressing fully forward on each one, his balls pulling tight against Soha’s mouth as each pulse fired.
He held.
The full press of him inside her, the load finishing, the succubus’s walls still clenching in the aftershock rhythm.
Then he pulled out.
The withdrawal produced a sound — a wet, pulling, thoroughly obscene sound — and then his cock was free, hanging heavy and slick between his thighs, coated in the full inventory of the succubus’s pussy: her slick, his load, the combined evidence of the last several minutes running from the crown to the base.
He turned.
His hand found Soha’s hair.
She blinked up at him.
Her mouth still wet from the balls and the succubus’s slick, her dark eyes wide.
He guided.
His hand in her hair tilting her head back, his cock moving toward her mouth from above.
"Open."
"That was in her—" She started.
"Open."
Her jaw moved.
Her lips parted.
He pressed his cock into her mouth.
The first inch — the head landing on her tongue with the full flavor of where it had been, the succubus’s slick and his cum and the heat of the fuck coating the surface of it, arriving on Soha’s tongue in full.
Her eyes widened.
"Mmph — MNGH—"
He thrust forward.
Not deep — not the full nine inches. Three. Four. His cock fucking her mouth in controlled strokes, her lips tight around the shaft, her cheeks hollowing with the suction she was applying whether she’d decided to or not, her body responding to the cock in her mouth with the trained response of something that had already been thoroughly conditioned tonight.
"Mmhnn — mmphhh — MNGH~!!"
Her eyes were rolling.
The taste of it — the accumulated taste of the succubus’s pussy on his cock, arriving on her tongue with each thrust, something between the succubus’s warmth and his cum and the slick, the flavor making her thighs press together hard on the floor as she knelt.
He looked at the succubus.
She was sprawled on the floor with her wings partly folded, her boobs resting against the wood, her ass still up from where she’d been left, the shape of his cock’s exit visible in the looseness of her entrance.
He pressed his foot forward.
His tiptoe finding her boob — the one resting against the floor, the enormous pale breast spread flat, the elongated nipple pointing toward the wall.
He pressed.
His tiptoe pinching the nipple from the side — pressing it against the floor, the flesh compressing under the ball of his foot.
"HYAAK~!!"
The succubus’s head came off the floor.
Her hand grabbing his ankle immediately, finding it and gripping.
He looked down at her.
His foot still on her boob. His cock still in Soha’s mouth. Both women attending to different parts of him simultaneously, his healing ability running on full, the apartment warm and wrecked and covered in the evidence of the last several hours.
"By the way," he said.
His voice was even.
"Have you ever tried getting hooks on these tits?"
The silence that followed was the silence of a very old demon receiving a suggestion it had not anticipated and was currently running through every available reference database trying to determine whether she’d heard it correctly.
Her golden eyes looked up at his foot on her boob.
At his face above her.
At Soha’s mouth on his cock to his side.
Back at his face.
"You," she said.
Her voice came out completely flat.
"Are going to be a problem."
He pressed his tiptoe down slightly.
"HAAHNN~!!"
Her tail lashed.
Her wings spread involuntarily.
Soha made a muffled sound around his cock — "Mmmphhh~!!" — her eyes finding his face from below with an expression that contained multitudes, her cheeks hollowed around his shaft, the tears from the throat-work running freely down her face.
He looked down at her.
At the dark eyes looking up.
At the demolished expression of the pregnant woman who had threatened him with nova conversion in the warehouse and was currently cleaning a succubus’s slick off his cock with her tongue while he stood with his foot on the demon’s boob.
He put his hand in her hair.
"Good girl," he said.
Her eyes rolled.
PAH—
He thrust forward.
The last inch disappearing into her throat — her jaw stretching wide, her eyes going fully round, the sound she made around the full depth of him a muffled, cracked, helpless "MMMMNGH~~!!" that he felt in his balls.
He held her there.
Three seconds.
Released.
She pulled back gasping — "HAAAH—" — her chin wet, her lips swollen, both hands pressed against his thighs to catch herself.
She looked at the succubus.
The succubus looked at her.
Two women in various states of ruin on the floor of a small wooden apartment in the ice floor of a prison world, both attending to the same man who was standing between them with his foot on one boob and his hand in one hair and his cock freshly pulled from one throat.
The succubus’s tail tip found Soha’s knee.
Tapped it once.
The tap of two people communicating without words.
Soha looked at his foot on the boob.
Then at his face.
"You’re insane," she said.
Her voice came out wrecked and raw and carrying something underneath it that was not purely complaint.
"Frequently," he said.
He pressed his tiptoe down again.
"HYAAK~!!"
"STOP DOING THAT—" The succubus’s hand on his ankle tightened. "THAT IS NOT — THOSE ARE NOT FOR—"
"Hooks," he said pleasantly.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT—"
SCLCH—
He thrust his foot.
The boob jiggled hard under the press of his tiptoe — the enormous pale mass of it bouncing against the floor, the nipple dragging across the wood from the motion.
"HAAHIIEENGH~!!"
Soha put her face in her hands.
Her shoulders were shaking.
Not from crying.
The specific, helpless, comprehensive shaking of a woman who has decided that laughing is the only remaining response available to her and has surrendered to it fully, the sound of it muffled behind her palms.
’!?!’
"Kyaaangh~~!?!"
"Your nipples too need them... don’t laugh."