Anna collapsed fully against his chest, her soft, heavy breasts pressing into him as she wrapped her arms around his waist like a clingy, satisfied cat.
Her skin was still hot and slick with sweat, her breathing slow and ragged, each exhale carrying a faint tremble of lingering ecstasy.
She was still straddling his lap, his cock buried deep in her ass, plugged full and warm—neither of them had moved since the final slow thrusts, and the thick load inside her shifted slightly with every breath she took.
A lazy trickle of cum continued to leak around the seal, sliding obscenely down his balls and adding to the growing wet spot on the orange couch.
She tilted her head back just enough to look up at him, emerald eyes half-lidded and glassy with pure devotion.
"Haaa~ I can't move anymore…"
Her voice was small, sincere, barely above a whisper—raw from screaming, but overflowing with genuine bliss.
Alex brushed her cheek with his thumb, wiping away a stray bead of sweat mixed with drool.
"You don't have to."
Anna smiled dreamily, nuzzling deeper into his chest like she belonged there.
Within moments, her body went completely limp—she dozed off right on his lap, head resting on his shoulder, lips parted, soft little snores escaping her.
Her fat, spanked ass settled heavier against his thighs, cheeks still glowing with overlapping handprints, twitching faintly in her sleep.
Every so often her inner walls clenched weakly around his cock, milking out another slow drop of cum that oozed down and pooled beneath them. The couch was in ruins.
Liza's voice floated through his head, smug and pleased. She never missed the opportunity to throw her lustful and vulgar jokes around.
'Another one bound and broken.
This orange couch has officially claimed 'permanent residents' now. Tomorrow: make them greet each other properly—maybe on their knees~ ♡'
Alex glanced down at Anna's lower belly.
Just above her swollen, pink pussy, the elegant black heart-shaped womb tattoo with delicate bat wings glowed faintly pink—visible only to him, pulsing gently in time with her sleeping heartbeat.
His first mark.
Proof that her lust, her body, her cravings were now permanently chained to him.
He traced the edge of the tattoo lightly with one finger, careful not to wake her.
'This tattoo… it's the first one. Alice doesn't have it yet, right?'
Liza's tone turned triumphant and filthy.
'Exactly~ ♡ Anna is your very first officially enslaved girl. Alice is obsessed, addicted, probably fingering herself right now thinking about you—but she's not bound. You kissed her, but never activated the skill properly. No tattoo, no permanent lock. Fix that soon, or some other guy might try his luck. But Anna? She's your branded slutty slave. Done. Yours forever.'
Alex shifted slightly, feeling Anna clench around him in her sleep with a tiny, unconscious moan.
'Tell me more about what this actually does. The full details.'
Liza practically purred, delighted to explain.
'That pretty little crest is your ownership stamp. Only you can see it—Anna will never know it's there unless you tell her. To the rest of the world, her skin is flawless. But it means her sexual desire is permanently enslaved to you.
She keeps all her personality, thoughts, free will—everything that makes her Anna. She's not a zombie or a puppet. She'll live her life normally. But the moment lust enters the picture? You're the only key that fits the lock. No other man will ever make her wet. The idea of anyone else touching her, kissing her, fucking her—it'll feel so wrong. Boring. Repulsive, even. Her body and her heart will straight-up reject it.'
Liza answered his request and explained thoroughly.
'But you? Every thought of you will set her off. Your voice, your scent, the memory of your cock—she'll get soaked instantly. Nipples hard, pussy throbbing, ass clenching like it is right now in her sleep. She'll crave you constantly. Get bolder, filthier, more obedient every time you take her. The more you fill her up, the stronger the bond grows—she'll start begging for things she never even dreamed of before. And she'll never, ever stray. You're her only source of pleasure now.'
Alex smirked, squeezing one of Anna's tender red cheeks gently.
She whimpered softly in her sleep, pushing back against his hand.
'So… my permanent exclusive cock-slave.'
'Precisely~ ♡ Exclusive, devoted, perverted little fuck-pet who thinks it's all natural. And every girl you properly claim from now on gets her own tattoo—maybe different areas, but always your mark. The more you collect, the stronger you get: faster recovery, thicker loads, endless stamina, all the incubus upgrades. Imagine a whole lineup of thirsty wombs, dripping and desperate, competing to be the next one you breed~ ♡'
Alex was overwhelming, but having the succubus whispered all those things straight to his head made everything seem so magical and incredible.
"That's what I want" wanting to relive all those years he lived as an outcast, he definitely changed his way of thinking now.
Anna mumbled something incoherent in her sleep, nuzzling closer, one hand sliding down to rest unconsciously over the invisible tattoo on her womb.
Another lazy clench around his cock, another thick drop of cum leaking out.
Eventually, Anna stirred.
She blinked awake slowly, lifting her head with a sleepy, satisfied smile.
She licked her lips absentmindedly, tasting the lingering traces of him.
"That was so gooooood, darling…" she murmured, voice hoarse.
Alex opened his eyes and patted her head gently.
Anna beamed at the affection, then carefully slid off his lap—wincing slightly as his cock slipped free with a wet, obscene sound.
A thick gush of cum followed, pouring from her gaping cunt and splattering onto the couch.
She didn't bother stopping it.
Instead, she crawled to the side and collapsed face-down onto the cushion like a dead weight, fat red ass jiggling from the impact.
She was utterly exhausted from the rough pounding, but the glow on her face screamed absolute satisfaction.
Ding ding~
Ding ding~
Anna's phone buzzed insistently from the the side of the sofa among their scattered clothes.
She groaned softly and pushed herself up on shaky arms, crawling over to grab it.
She squinted at the screen, then froze.
Her eyes widened in genuine shock.
"W-Wait… what time is it…?"
She tapped the screen a few times, scrolling through missed messages.
"Alice has been texting me for hours… it's been almost three hours since we got here?!"
Unlike Alice, who would have panicked, Anna didn't freak out. But shock was visible of her face. She lost sense of time.
She just sat there on her knees, phone in hand, cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and nervous worry.
"We… we were in here that long?" she whispered, glancing around the room for the first time in a while.
The mess was catastrophic.
The orange couch was absolutely ruined—huge wet stains everywhere, puddles of girl-cum and thick white seed pooling in the cushions, handprints and squirt splatters on the armrests, even a streaks of thick cum and her juice on the floor.
The air reeked of raw intense sex.
Anna bit her lip, looking genuinely anxious.
"Oh no… the cleaning staff… they're gonna know exactly what happened in here. How are we supposed to clean all this? It's… everywhere…"
She looked up at Alex with big, worried eyes, but there was no panic—just nervous concern, and underneath it, a shy little smile that said she didn't regret a second.
Alex spotted a small stack of paper towels on a nearby supply shelf—probably left by the cleaning staff—and grabbed a handful.
He handed them to her.
"Here. Clean yourself up as best you can, get dressed, and go first reassure your friends. I'll handle the room."
Anna took the towels gratefully, dabbing at the mess between her thighs and on her ass, wincing a little at the tenderness. A shower was definitely needed, but at least she used the perfume and cologne she carried in her bag.
'Don't worry,' Liza said in his head. 'Since you are doing great and helping me well~ ♡♡ I will clean the room myself! Regular humans like her can't see magic anyway— So she must leave and let's keeps things discreet~ ♡'
Alex nodded subtly to himself.
Anna finished wiping down, tossed the used towels into a corner trash bin, and started dressing—struggling into her thong and bra, then wrestling her tight black leggings over her massive, smacked ass, the fabric catching and stretching obscenely.
"You seriously have a huge ass," Alex said bluntly, staring shamelessly. "Can't stop looking."
Anna glanced back, flushed but grinning lewdly despite her worry.
"Really? It belongs to you now… look as much as you want~♡ My whole body is looking forward to you, darling ♡♡!"
She slipped out the door first, walking a little gingerly, phone already in hand typing a frantic excuse to Alice.
'Okay, magic time~'
A pink energy engulfed the room and Alex started with surprise as everything was getting cleaned up.
Wet spots? Dry instantly. The messy orange couch? Brand new again. The raw sex scent? All gone!
Even his body was cleaned as if he just came out of a longer thorough shower. He nodded in amazement.
"Incredible" He looked around and found everything spotless, even better than before.
Liza's voice giggled in his head. 'Hehe~ don't stop! Praise this queen more!'
Smiling at her prideful laughs, Alex begin wearing his clothes and already leaving the room and getting back into the corridor.
The succubus didn't do the cleaning as a good-will of her big heart apparently.
'So… when are you fucking the library girl properly?♡'