Chapter 332- Bath Tub Arousal and Fuck
The succubus stepped through behind him. Her tail flicked as she surveyed the room. "Because that is why this bathroom looks clean. That bastard doesn’t use it. It’s just present here. For show. For when he wants to impress someone. He doesn’t actually bathe—he just makes others clean him with their tongues."
Cruxius chuckled.
He looked at the thick woman in his arms. She was trembling, her eyes wide at the sudden luxury, her body still dripping cum and blood onto the marble.
While holding her, he walked toward the tub.
He used Kinetic Control.
The energy didn’t flash. It vibrated. A low, perfect hum that traveled through his body and into his clothes. The fabric began to shake—fast, faster, the molecules vibrating at a frequency that made the threads unravel.
His shirt scattered.
The cloth disintegrated into floating fibers, drifting away from his chest. His pants followed, the material shredding from the waist down, falling in soft pieces around his ankles. His boots came apart at the seams.
In three seconds, he was naked.
The thick woman in his arms felt it.
Her cheek had been pressed against his shoulder. When his shirt vanished, her face landed against bare skin—warm, hard muscle, the ridge of his pectoral. Her eyes went wide.
"What happened?" she whispered.
He didn’t answer.
He stepped into the tub.
The water was hot. It rose around his legs, around his hips, around his thick cock—already half-erect, hanging heavy between his thighs, the nine-inch length swaying as he descended. The succubus poured soap into the water. The liquid turned the surface milky and fragrant.
He lowered the woman into the water.
She sat on his lap.
Her thick ass settling against his thighs, her enormous tits floating on the surface, the cum and blood beginning to dissolve from her skin and cloud the water. Her ass crack tightened against his groin as she settled, her body tense.
"Just remain silent," he said against her ear. "I don’t want your daughter to get worried, right?"
The woman flinched.
The water turned pink around her. Blood from her torn anal, from her bruised thighs, from the bite marks on her tits, mixing with the steam and rising in slow, delicate tendrils of red.
The succubus moved to the side of the tub.
She grabbed a crystal bottle. Then she began to remove her clothes. Her dress fell. The enormous pale breasts emerged, the elongated pink nipples stiffening in the humid air. Her blonde pussy was visible as the fabric dropped, her thick thighs parting.
The thick woman saw this.
Her eyes moved to the succubus, then to Soha—who was also undressing, her pregnant belly rounding forward as her clothes fell, her dark nipples tight, her shaved pussy visible.
The thick woman thought: He’s not evil.
Of course, how can a handsome man be evil? Aren’t ugly people the evil ones?
She let herself relax.
Until she felt it.
The thick, hardening cock pressing against her lower back. The length of it growing between her ass cheeks, the fat head pushing against the soft flesh of her crack, the girth spreading her cheeks apart. It was bigger than any of the men from before. Bigger than Vekar. It felt like a heated iron bar settling against her most ruined places.
"What is that?" she whispered.
He simply hugged her from behind.
One arm wrapping around her belly, pulling her back against his chest. His hand moved down, over the soft curve of her stomach, through the dark hair of her pussy.
"Let me clean you," he said.
His voice was warm at her ear.
The girl entered the room.
She had removed her torn dress. Her young body—slim, trembling, her small breasts just budding with dark nipples—stepped into the tub. She waded through the water and sat across from them, her eyes fixed on Cruxius.
Her face was flushed.
A soft, deep pink that had nothing to do with the steam. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted, her gaze traveling over his bare shoulders, his chest, his abs, and then—lower—where his cock was pressed against her mother’s ass.
She smiled.
Small. Trembling. But a smile.
The mother saw it.
She looked at her daughter’s face—the flush, the parted lips, the dreamy, unfocused gaze fixed on the man holding her. The realization hit her with the force of a slap.
She loves him.
She bit her lip.
Looking down at the water, at the pink clouds of her own blood, she felt a complex surge of shame and relief. He was beautiful. He was strong. He had saved them. And her daughter wanted him.
"Please," the mother whispered. "Don’t hurt my daughter."
Cruxius leaned into her ear.
His mouth opened. His teeth found the lobe of her ear and bit—soft, then hard, the pressure sending a jolt down her spine.
"You’re going to do what you can with your body," he whispered.
His hand moved.
Not one finger. Not two. Four of his fingers pressed against the entrance of her stretched pussy—still loose from the morning’s rape, still slick with cum and the soap-thickened water. He pushed.
Four fingers slid inside.
The stretch was immediate, deep, overwhelming. The walls of her cunt, battered and raw, gripped his fingers with a wet, exhausted heat. He curled them, pressing against the front wall, finding the spot that made her jolt.
"MNGHHHG~~!!!"
Her hand flew to her mouth.
She bit her own knuckles, her eyes wide, her enormous tits bouncing above the water as her body jerked. The water sloshed, splashing against the marble edge of the tub.
The daughter watched.
Her small hand moving beneath the water, between her own thighs, her eyes fixed on the man fingering her mother.
The succubus smiled.
She stepped into the tub behind the daughter, her enormous boobs pressing against the girl’s back, her hands reaching around to cup the small budding breasts.
"Watch closely," the succubus whispered. "He’s going to clean her very thoroughly."
Cruxius thrust his fingers deeper.
The thick woman’s pussy made wet, sucking sounds around the four digits. Her ass ground back against his cock, the crack of her cheeks gripping his shaft, the head of him pressing against her loosened anal ring.
"You’re filthy," he said against her ear. "Inside and out. Let me scrub you clean."
He pulled his fingers out to the knuckles.
Then drove them back in.
PAH—
The water splashed.
"HNNGH~~!!!"
The mother’s cry was muffled behind her hand, her body convulsing, her ruined cunt clenching around his fingers with a desperate, rhythmic pulse.
The daughter moaned.
The succubus’s hands squeezed the young woman’s small tits.
She cupped them from behind, the enormous weight of her own tits pressing against the girl’s narrow back, the elongated nipples dragging across the girl’s shoulder blades. The girl flinched.
"Hnn—"
Her small body jerked in the water, the budding dark nipples stiffening under the demon’s thumbs. She was eighteen. Old enough to know the heat between her legs.
Old enough to recognize the handsome man holding her mother as something that made her chest tight and her breath short. But not old enough to know what to do with the demon’s hands on her.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
Her voice cracked. She looked at Cruxius. At his bare shoulders above the water. At his hand buried between her mother’s thighs. Her face flushed deeper.
The succubus didn’t answer.
She moved down.
Her hands sliding from the girl’s small tits to her waist, then lower, through the dark hair of the girl’s virgin pussy. The succubus’s fingers found the puffy lips. She pressed.
"No—wait—"