Chapter 353 - Succubus Enjoyment is Too Much

Chapter 353: Chapter 353 - Succubus Enjoyment is Too Much

He pulled out.

The mother fell forward. Her thick body collapsed onto the bed, her enormous tits spreading across the furs, her ass still raised, her anal gaping and leaking his thick seed in obscene, continuous globs. The white cum ran from her stretched ring, over her hairy pussy, and dripped onto the mattress in a spreading puddle.

He stood.

He slapped her ass one final time.

SMACK~

She didn’t move. Her body twitched once, her anal clenching weakly, another glob of cum squeezing out.

The daughter gasped.

She stared at her mother’s demolished, leaking ass, then at his cock, still hard, still dripping, coated in cum and ass. She looked at his face.

He walked out of the room.

Neither woman followed.

The succubus was waiting.

She sat in the chair by the window, the amber light catching her golden horns, her enormous tits resting on her lap, her tail curled around her thigh. She had dressed in a loose shift that did nothing to hide the pale, heavy swell of her chest or the elongated nipples pressing through the fabric.

He entered.

He was clean. He had washed in the adjacent room, his cock soft, his body dressed. He sat on the bed across from her.

She looked at him.

"The inner zone," she said.

He nodded.

She leaned forward, her enormous tits pressing against her thighs, her golden eyes serious.

"The reputation of the Zone Masters in the inner floors is not exaggerated," she said. Her voice had shifted. The Throne Bishop voice. The voice that carried rank and knowledge and the weight of a demon who had survived things humans couldn’t imagine. "The first layer past the boundary is a dead zone. Literally. Thousands of infected hosts. Zombies. Not the slow, shambling kind. The fast kind. The kind that retain enough muscle memory to swing weapons and climb walls."

He listened.

"It’s a virus," she continued. "Spread deliberately by the Zone Masters of the inner floors. A biological barrier designed to halt any advance. The infected hosts don’t die from the virus. They die from exhaustion. They keep moving. Keep attacking. Keep swarming. Until whatever enters the zone is trapped, overwhelmed, and consumed."

She looked at the window.

"The supervillains who built the inner zone created it as a filter. Everything that tries to come through gets caught in the dead zone first. The zombies make people busy. Exhaust them. Bleed them dry. By the time anyone reaches the inner boundary, they’re too weak to fight the Zone Masters waiting on the other side."

He was quiet for a moment.

Then he sighed.

"Now that’s awkward."

She looked at him.

He was leaning back on the bed. His hands had found the heads of two women who had crawled to him without being asked. The daughter on his left, the new pregnant wife Ryna on his right. Both naked. Both on their knees beside the bed. Both with their mouths on his cock.

The daughter’s small lips wrapped around the head, her tongue swirling, her dark eyes looking up at his face. Ryna’s thick, pregnant mouth was lower, her lips around his shaft, her enormous, milk-swollen tits pressing against the mattress edge. Both women licked and sucked with the dedicated, hungry rhythm of women who had been trained to serve.

His cock was still coated with the mother’s anal cum. Both women tasted it. Neither pulled away. Neither hesitated. They licked the shaft clean, their tongues working in tandem, lapping up the mixture of his seed and the thick mother’s ass with the eager devotion of women who had moved past disgust into something else entirely.

He watched them for a moment.

Then he looked at the succubus.

His expression was flat. The mild, unimpressed gaze of a man who had two women cleaning his cock with their mouths and considered it a minor convenience rather than a spectacle. He looked at them the way a man looks at his slippers. Present. Useful. Not particularly remarkable.

"We will head there," he said. "But after making some preparations."

The succubus tilted her head.

"Okay. So what are the preparations?"

He looked at her.

"How did you arrive out of there if there are zombies?"

She smiled.

The slow, warm, genuine smile that she hadn’t worn before him. She shifted in the chair, her enormous tits swaying under the shift, her tail uncurling from her thigh. She ruffled her blonde hair with one hand, the gesture casual, intimate, the movement of a woman relaxing into a conversation with the only man she trusted.

"Just fucked some of the men who control that place," she said.

He raised an eyebrow.

"They guided me out," she continued. "I ran away while one was sleeping."

He chuckled.

"Okay. We can’t use just that means, now. At least, can we?"

She stood.

The shift fell from her shoulders. Her enormous pale tits emerged, the elongated nipples stiffening in the warm air. She walked toward the bed, her thick thighs parting, her blonde pussy visible and glistening. She climbed onto the mattress, her knee landing between the two women who were still sucking his cock.

Her foot caught the daughter’s shoulder. Her thick ass bumped Ryna’s face. Neither woman complained. They simply adjusted, their mouths never leaving his shaft, their tongues never stopping.

The succubus climbed over them.

She straddled his lap, her enormous tits hanging above his face, her blonde pussy hovering over his cock. The daughter and Ryna pulled back just enough to let her descend. She grabbed his shaft, positioned the head against her entrance, and sat.

She sank.

Inch by inch. Her demon cunt swallowing his cock with the wet, practiced ease of a Throne Bishop who had taken him before. The walls of her pussy, soft and slick and hot, gripped him with a clench that was different from the others. Not desperate. Not exhausted. Deliberate. The grip of a woman who knew exactly what she owned and what owned her.

She bottomed out.

Twelve inches buried. Her enormous ass resting on his hips, her thick pale thighs pressed against his sides. She reached up, grabbing both of her enormous tits, pressing them together, and leaned forward. She pushed both elongated nipples into his mouth at once.

He sucked.

Both nipples. His mouth stretched around the combined flesh, his tongue pressing both stiff tips, the milk flooding from both breasts simultaneously. The warm, thin, sweet liquid filled his mouth and ran down his chin.

She trembled.

"Of course, I don’t want another man to ever fuck me except me," she whispered.

She lifted.

Her hips rising, her ass pulling up, the shaft dragging from her cunt. The daughter and Ryna, their faces at the level of her descending ass, pressed their mouths to his balls. Both women sucked, their tongues working the heavy sac while the succubus rode.

She dropped.

PAH~

Her ass hit their faces. The daughter and Ryna moaned against his balls, the succubus’s thick cheeks slapping against their foreheads. She rose again. Dropped again.

PAH~ PAH~

"HNNNGH~ AAANGH~ I’m a succubus after all~" she moaned. Her head thrown back, her blonde hair swaying, her enormous tits bouncing above his face, the milk spraying in thin arcs. "Just your succubus~"

She leaned down.

She kissed his forehead. Soft. Gentle. The intimate gesture that made her wings flutter and her tail curl tight around his ankle.

"MNGH~ HAAANGH~ OUNGH~"

She bounced.

PAH~ PAH~ PAAAH~

Her ass rising and falling, the daughter and Ryna sucking his balls beneath her, the wet sounds of three mouths and one cunt filling the room. Her moans were continuous, broken, the sound of a demon who had found the one man she couldn’t consume and had decided to be consumed instead.

He sat there.

His hand on her hip. His mouth on her tits. His cock inside the tightest, softest, most deliberate grip in the room. His expression calm. Controlled. The mild satisfaction of a man who had collected four women and killed a Zone Master and was now planning his next move while a Throne Bishop demon rode him and two women sucked his balls.

His internal voice was quiet.

’Poor bastards there are. I already killed the guy who got his cock inside of you once.’

He thought of Vekar. Of the fat Zone Master pinned against the wall, watching his pregnant wife get fucked on his own throne. Of the men he had killed in the hall, their own weapons turned against them. Of the ice floor that had been Vekar’s domain and was now his.

’They thought they could use what I’ve already claimed.’

He smirked.

The room was filled with the sound. Moans from the succubus, muffled and broken. The wet, sucking sounds of the daughter and Ryna on his balls. The flesh-slapping rhythm of the succubus’s ass on his hips. The creak of the bed. The amber light flickering.

PAH~ PAH~ PAAAH~

"HNNNGH~ AAANGH~ HAAAIYAANGH~"

"MMPH~ MNGH~"

"OUNGH~ HAAANGH~"

He closed his eyes.

His hand tightened on the succubus’s hip.

’Let’s see what the inner zone has to offer.’

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The street was empty.

Not the kind of empty that suggested people had left. The kind of empty that suggested people had been removed. Cars sat at angles across the asphalt, their doors hanging open, their windows shattered, the interiors dark and hollow.

Streetlamps were bent at forty-five degrees, the bulbs cracked, the wiring hanging in loops. Buildings on either side were gutted, the storefronts caved in, the brickwork scorched in patterns that had nothing to do with fire.

A traffic light hung from a single wire, swaying in a wind that carried the smell of rotting meat and cold metal.

The night was absolute.