Two days later.
SLAP!
"Time to move, bitch!"
I backhanded the worm-whore across the face with enough force to echo against the cave walls, the sound sharp and meaty. Her head snapped sideways, strands of matted hair whipping out with the motion as she tumbled, grunted, and slumped against the stone like a ragdoll full of wet meat. The parasite inside her didn't like the jolt—oh no, it fought it. Her gut twisted visibly, the swollen shape of it bulging against the stretch of her skin as the worm reacted violently, lashing inside her womb. She spasmed, mouth yawning open in a raw, shuddering moan that was more animal than a woman like her cunt was screaming through her lungs.
"Uhhhghhhn…!"
Not pain. Not really. Not anymore. The lines between agony and ecstasy had blurred to nothing across the last forty-eight hours, dissolved in a soup of cum, potion remnants, and parasite hormones. She didn't wake like a person—there was no startle, no blinking confusion. Just that groan, low and needy, as she ruined hole twitched, leaking a thick trail of opalescent fluid onto the dirt.
She'd lived here with us—me and Umbra—for the past two days. Not because she was useful. Not because she deserved a second's mercy. But because I needed her. A vessel, a compass, a puppet that danced to the queen's song whether she liked it or not. And I needed time. I couldn't just charge into the northlands and hope for the best, not when that black-rooted bleeding tree waited like the gaping cunt of some ancient goddess, dripping with the promise of death and rebirth. This wasn't a horny errand anymore. This was a quest. And quests? Well, they demand blood, preparation, and foresight.
So I prepared.
First thing: I stocked corpses. Ghoul carcasses, reeking and stiff with the stink of old blood, were stashed deep in my inventory, in case I needed more souls to summon my Cinder Wraiths. Ten may not be enough.
Second: water. I spent half a day shaving down warped cedar into crude bowls and containers. Cracked my nails to splinters hollowing out the knots, but it worked. My inventory refused to store liquids unless they were contained—fucking primitive shit, glitchy like a pissed-off mimic. So now I had three sealed cups and a big bowl nestled in the item cache, sloshing with cave water filtered through moss and fire. Enough to keep me sharp for three days, longer if I rationed.
Third: the girl. Or what was left of her?
She'd begun to change, influenced by the worm in ways even Umbra found... unsettling. I guess it was understandable since I fed her only my cum, and since my succubus body reacts to the need of my partner in any sexual act, my essence was far more intoxicating and addictive to the human girl and the worm. She was face-fucked and sucked, filled to her throat with my cum every time I felt like it. Her stomach was round from the sheer volume of the spunk she digested. The result was a fucked-up looking human-vessel, filled and abused.
I avoided her stretched pussy and ass, fearing that the worm inside her would try to infect me as well. However, after a good night's sleep organizing my thoughts and a long conversation with my system, I realized I didn't need to worry about that anymore.
Because I could devour anything with my skill.
Yeah... There was no need for caution, the Varul parasite had no effect on me because I could devour it. However, in my experience, parasites tend to operate as one, a single hive mind controlling the rest, so there is a good chance that the Varul brood mother could sense my actions. Moreover, I met in the past hive-mind creatures that had the ability to read the memories of their parasitic child upon death.
It was a gamble, a gamble I was willing to take, but not yet, not now. It was better to observe the parasite's actions. Knowing Varul's habit was important in understanding the weakness of the brood mother, so I observed everything. I observed everything and from the way the worm acted in the past days, it had two main desires... feed and reproduce.
"Are you ready to meet your dear mommy?" I asked the worm-whore girl, looking down at her fucked and still in lust mode expression. She never lost that horny expression, nor that fucked-up 'about to cum' look in her eyes.
"P-Please... Let me kiss your cock!" she begged, a line of drool already trailing from her bottom lip. It had been like that for the past four hours—begging to eat me, to let her suck on me like a starving wolf, like a slut on her last night out with unlimited gold coins.
"Your begging made me tired," I commented, as my wings materialized as if coming out of nowhere. If I don't shut this damn mouth she could go on forever.
"Sigh... Fine." With a heavy sigh, I wrapped my hand around her jaw and pulled her up by the face like a grotesque little trophy. Her spine bowed as I forced her upright, limp as spoiled meat but twitching with that parasite-driven obedience, a hunger that made her whimper just from the touch.
"Hhhnn—!"
"Shut that slut-hole before I plug it," I growled, and her lips closed with a squelching pout, tongue pressed up behind her teeth like she was holding back a prayer.
Then I let her have it.
My cock—already half-hard from her constant begging—was in her mouth before she had time to gasp. The moment her lips touched the head, her body convulsed like she'd been hit with a jolt of divine lightning. Her eyes rolled back, lids fluttering, and that warm, disgusting moan welled up from her throat like it had a mind of its own.
"Guulllhhk—haaahhh—!"
I didn't give her time to adjust. Didn't give her a rhythm. Just shoved forward, burying myself halfway into her throat with a wet, choking squelch, her jaw stretched around me like some kind of sick puppet mouth. The moment I hit the back of her throat, she started gagging—but it was the kind of gag that ended in a moan, her hands twitching at her sides, fists curling in mindless ecstasy.
"Fuck, you're disgusting," I muttered, wings flaring behind me as I pumped once, twice, then slammed her nose to my crotch and held it there. Her throat bulged visibly. Her stomach twitched, maybe recognizing its next load. My other hand found the base of her skull and gripped tight, using her face like a fleshlight carved from meat and ruin.
Every thrust made her eyes water, made drool spill down her chin in thick ropes, and made her whimper like a bitch in heat.
"Glluhh—hhkk—hhggghh—!"
Umbra watched from the shadows with his usual silent intensity, tail curling slowly around one thigh, expression unreadable. Not jealousy—never that. More like assessment. I stopped him before, from hurting this girl and the things inside. I even commanded my minions to burn the severed arms and legs of the girl since I didn't want him to eat them. Can't be too careful with a parasite.
PAT! PAT! PAT!
"Tsk... already," I growled, annoyed as my climax came quickly, my cock was inside the girl's mouth for half a fucking minute.
The reason was simple, I'm a succubus and my body adapts to my 'Partner' and the girl affected by the worm. Her only desire was to feed on my essence—not pleasure, lust, sex, or anything—only feed. Because of this, my body went through a slight change. I began producing an absurd amount of semen and I became a quick-shot.
'Hmm~ how fucked up can I get' I thought, with my left hand I pushed my dick all the way down, shooting a thick, boiling-hot load straight into her gullet, so fast and so forceful the impact made her throat bulge like a squeezed sausage casing. Her eyes rolled back instantly, the whites flashing like a broken doll, and she gagged wetly around my cock as the first torrent blasted into her.
GUULRRKHH!—GLLGGHH!—HHKKKKUUUHH!
Each pulse was a cannon shot—dense, syrupy, and excessive beyond reason. Cum erupted in ropes, not spurts, coiling inside her esophagus and spilling out around her lips as her body simply failed to keep up. It frothed from her nostrils in thick, globby strings, pouring over her cheeks like slime from a ruptured sac.
"Mhhggghh… hggghghkkk…!"
I watched her stomach swell again. Swelled fast. She was already bloated before, stuffed to the brim from the last day's worth of fuck sessions, but this load? It hit differently. Like it had intent. My essence, altered, adapted, became fuel. Not just sperm, not just fluids. A narcotic, a spell, a system exploit wrapped in pleasure.
"Take it, you disgusting fucking vessel," I hissed through my teeth, sweat glistening down my temples as my hips ground her face down to the root. My balls twitched, slapping against her chin with wet smacks, flooding her deeper, harder, and more. "Feed on it, you little leech, you parasite-loving, cock-starved toilet—ghhhhrhhfuck!"
"You're not a woman anymore," I said, voice guttural, something twisted curling in my chest. "You're not even a person. You're just a feeding tube for my cock. A tank. A biofuck blender."
PAT-PAT-PAT—SQUELCH
The last ropes throbbed out of me like I was wringing my soul through my dick. Her belly spasmed—rounder now than it should've been, distended like a parasite-pregnant sow—and her breath rasped around my meat with a high, shrill whistle.
Then I pulled out.
SCHLUCK—PLAP!
Cum followed in a rush. A flood. Her throat coughed up thick gobs like she was regurgitating gelatin, chunks of my seed sliding down her chin and pooling in her hair, coating her neck and chest in steaming streaks. She gasped, choking, lips flapping as if trying to catch even more.
"Ghhkuhh—haaaah—HAAAAH!"
I stood over her, cock twitching, half-hard still, slick with saliva and seed. Her face was a ruin of spit, cum, and sweat. Her body trembled on the stone like a ritual offering dumped on a forgotten altar.
My fingers flexed, claws itching.
I looked at her belly—something inside twitched again.
The worm was drunk. Satiated. For now.
FUSHH!
With a flick of my finger, I summoned two hell chains, modified to my needs.
"Come whore, we wasted enough time."