Erin's throat was still fluttering from the thick ropes of cum she'd just milked out of Alex's cock. She swallowed every last pearly drop like the obedient little slut she was, then tried to stand—only for her legs to wobble like jelly.
If Alex hadn't caught her waist, she would've melted straight to the archive room floor.
Definitely hours have passed since the two got in there. Alex unmistakably explored and wrecked every hole in her body.
"Put your clothes on" Alex murmured, eyes dragging over her flushed, sweat-glistened body like he was already planning round two.
"O...Okay, M-Master… but I need your help..." Erin whimpered, voice soft and shaky. "My hands won't stop trembling… I'm still sensitive."
Legs wabbling as she stood up, thick stream of white cum dripped out into the floor, while some slid down her plump thick thighs.
Her face full of mascara, dried tears, and cum. Her thick juicy buttocks red from the spanks and his cream oozing out of her two holes. He broke her pussy and butthole and took their virginity on the same day.
Wooden floor was struggling to absorb their raw sex fluids.
Alex's lips curled into a wicked half-smile. He tugged his black pants up, cock still half-hard and glistening with her spit, then fished a paper handkerchief from his pocket.
He stood in front of her, giving her a support, while she gently wiped the fat beads of cum that were oozing out of her puffy, well-fucked holes.
The scent hit him hard—musky, thick, pure manly seed—and he groaned low in his throat.
"Can't have your cute panties reeking of my cum all day, can we?" he teased, thumb brushing her swollen clit just to watch her hips jerk.
"I-I won't wear them then..."
Erin bit her lip, cheeks burning. Master was being so gentle now, wiping her clean like she was something precious, and it made her heart do stupid little flips. She loved when he wrecked her throat, pussy, and asshole like a beast, but this soft, caring side? It turned her into an even bigger puddle.
"No, you should wear them still"
He picked up her soaked white panties from the floor—cotton already translucent from her juices—and started sliding them up her legs. Except her plush, juicy thighs refused to cooperate. The fabric snagged halfway, caught on all that delicious thickness.
"Damn… these thighs" Alex muttered, gripping the waistband with both hands and yanking. palms gliding up the soft, plush flesh, fingers sinking deep. "So thick and soft."
Erin squeaked, suddenly shy. "Y-You don't… like them?" She was short, soft, and curvy everywhere—plump belly, chubby cheeks, an ass that jiggled when she walked. Compared to Anna's perfect bubble butt, she always felt a little insecure.
Alex looked up at her, crimson eyes blazing with raw hunger. "Like them? I want to fucking live between them." He gave the left one a possessive slap, watching the flesh ripple. "Next time I'm burying my face in this heaven until you smother me unconscious."
He did have a thing for thick thighs.
Erin's pussy clenched so hard a fresh trickle of their mixed juices ran down her leg. "I-I'll hold you to that promise, Master," she whispered, voice trembling with filthy anticipation.
Grinning, Alex finally wrestled the panties into place—now clinging lewdly to her puffy lips—then hooked her bra. The cups barely contained her heavy, milk-soft tits; they spilled over the lace like cream about to overflow.
"I feel better now… I can dress the rest myself," she said, though her legs still quivered every time she shifted her weight.
Alex handed over the rest of her clothes and watched, arms folded, as she slipped back into her uniform. The way the skirt hugged her thick hips and the blouse stretched across those mouth-watering breasts made his spent cock twitch again.
He watched the delicate black succubus tattoo get covered by clothes. His own territory mark.
She was back to normal, but reeked of his manly cum scents. The sweet raw sex scents.
"M-Master, may I go...? I need to recognize books before going home..." she asked, while her blue eye gazed by with utmost respect and love.
"Yeah, go on." He stepped close, cupped her warm, chubby cheek, and pulled her into a slow, filthy kiss. Erin melted instantly, lips parting so his tongue could slide in and claim her all over again. Their tongues tangled, wet and hungry, saliva mixing with the faint taste of his own cum still on her breath. By the time he pulled away, her face was scarlet and she was panting.
"Thanks for the kiss, M-Master!" she yelled with hot cheeks, practically floating as she left.
Alex watched that glorious ass sway until she vanished as the door closed, then he collapsed onto the chair with a groan.
She was calling him Master and he didn't dislike it all. He knew and realized her desire of being his submissive girl and he accepted that responsibility.
"Ohh, I'm so fucking tired…" he sighed, head falling back. He knew it was already evening. Because of the succubus and his lust, he totally lost sense of time.
Liza's sultry laugh echoed in his skull. 'No wonder, darling. Eighth thick loads of delicious sweet cum in under three hours? Even an incubus would need a nap. You impress me everytime'
Of course, it wasn't his natural feat, the succubus enhanced his performance and stamina. But still, his human body and massive meat stick was handling it perfect.
"Any chance you can juice up my stamina and slap some muscle on me overnight?" Alex asked half-hopefully. A chuckle escaped out of his reddened lips.
He kissed Erin countless times, his lips felt a bit swollen.
'it would be nice not to feel like a wet noodle after railing two goddesses back-to-back.' He thought to himself. Liza already changed him a lot, but he was having the fun of his life.
'Sorry, love. Your body is still not ready for magic, but I have been trying to give to you in small doses~ I'm sure you can notice a little difference if you stare thoroughly in the mirror. You will get buffed just from having sex! But go to the gym too~'
Alex perked up. "There are gyms everywhere... I guess I can sign up?"
'Atta boy,' Liza purred. 'Trust me, once those abs pop and your arms fill out, every girl on campus is gonna cream their panties the second you walk by.'
Half an hour later, Alex dragged himself out of the library. It was already evening and the last class of the day was almost finished. He skipped more classes again.
He walked out of the library building and the sun was already at the far west, but the campus was still full of people.
Heads turned harder than ever—girls blushing and squeezing their thighs together, guys glaring daggers. He ignored them like usual, but deep down the new attention felt… good.
Classes ended, campus golden in the sunset. Instead of heading home, wandered the paths, watching clubs and friend groups with that familiar ache of being on the outside.
'Boring as fuck, huh?' Liza drawled.
"I'm having fun" Alex snorted.
'Well, my life wasn't fun in hell either, so I'm also used to it too,' Liza chuckled.
"I find that hard to believe. You were a queen, so I don't think it was boring. What do you usually do in—' Before Alex could finish his sentence, he was stopped by a flying basketball in the sky.
It was flying towards him, but it wasn't fast or directed at him. Just an orange ball flying in the sky.
The ball rocketed toward his head—slow enough for his new reflexes to snatch it one-handed.
After it, a walking mountain of muscle jogged over: light skin, brown hair, friendly blue eyes, jersey stretched over a physique that looked carved from marble.
"Hey, man. Sorry! Ball got away from us. Mind tossing it back?" The guy—Tony, the captain of the basketball team—grinned apologetically, palm out of like a dinner plate.
Alex knew him and his blondish hair and huge figure were recognizable from afar. He was a third year and known for winning the city championship.
But he didn't know him personally, and he never talked with him before, but Tony gave him a good first impression. He sounded and looked like a righteous, good guy, and Alex didn't have any reason to not give him his ball back.
"Yes, sure." Alex was about to hand him the ball normally, but he changed his mind quickly.
He looked at the basketball hoop on the court, which Tony and his team were playing on.
Alex gripped the ball with both of his hands, positioned his feet closer to each other, bent his knees down a little, suddenly jumped a high jump, and threw the ball towards the basket.
Everyone around who were watching followed the ball with their eyes. Some of them chuckled in underestimate, but some had serious expressions.
But none of them never expected the ball to get in... And without even touching the basket, it went in so smoothly. Swoooosh!
The court went dead silent, then erupted.
Tony's jaw dropped. "Holy shit, dude! You play?"
"Nope. First time touching a basketball." Alex was dumbfounded too, startled by everyone's reaction.
He thought it was normal to get such shots, although he was so far away from the basket.
"I can see through your bullshit!" Tony laughed, clapping Alex on the shoulder with zero force—smart, because he probably could've launched him into orbit. "Come play with us!"
"Another time. I'm going home" Alex said, genuinely meaning it. "I'm exhausted and someone's waiting for me."
He thought of Alice who always waited for him at the campus gate.
Tony just grinned wider, unfazed. "Name's Tony. We're playing everyday—don't forget me, yeah?"
"I'm Alex. I'll try to join next time."
They shook. Tony's hand swallowed Alex's completely. 'Fucking bear paw,' Alex thought.
As Alex walked off into the orange sunset, Liza hummed approvingly. 'Make friends with the big lug? Do you even need someone who isn't trying to ride your dick 24/7? Come-on, you're only allowed female friend~. Also, I don't like that guy, something feels weird about him'
"I'm not trying to make friends, I just couldn't reject his proposal" Alex admitted, smiling softly.
He was almost at the campus gate. Alice wasn't there yet, so he gazed around at the students. Most of them already leaving home or hanging out.
"Huh?..."
Slowly stepping forward, when something on the roof of the humanities building caught his eye: a lone silhouette perched on the ledge, sunset bleeding behind them like spilled wine.
Liza's voice went quiet. '…Looks like someone's about to jump.'