It was morning by the time everything finally settled down.
The succubus I'd spent the night fucking were completely filled with my semen, and every single one of them had already lost consciousness. They were scattered around the area in various positions, completely spent after everything that had happened throughout the night.
It looked like they had been thoroughly defeated.
Honestly, I was a little disappointed by how low their stamina turned out to be.
Sure, they were beautiful. There was absolutely no denying that. Their bodies were gorgeous, and their pussies were literally built for draining men dry. Everything about them was designed to wear someone down and leave them exhausted.
For some reason, though, that never happened to me.
I didn't feel drained.
I didn't feel tired.
If anything, my cock was still hard even after the last succubus had finally passed out.
At that point, I was starting to wonder if my body had simply stopped following common sense altogether.
