I sighed, pressing a hand to my forehead like I could squeeze out the last shreds of resistance with sheer will. My pride lay shattered on the floor, right next to whatever illusion of masculinity I still clung to. Eva practically vibrated with excitement, her dusky tail twitching like an eager cat's, and her half-flagging cock instantly surged back to full, needy attention.
"Lay down," I commanded flatly, pointing to the fleshy floor. "And don't even think about pinning me again, or Umbra will rip off more than your pride."
She dropped instantly, grinning like a student who'd just been told they could skip finals if they stripped.
"Yes, ma'am~"
"Don't call me ma'am"
"Yes, sir~"
"Ugh." I rolled my eyes, but a shiver still traced its way down my spine at her tone. This was going to be a nightmare. A hot, wet, utterly humiliating nightmare.
"Fine, just—shut up and let me think."
I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the way her cock twitched against her stomach, already leaking a fresh bead of slick arousal. My own body was a mess of contradictions—my mind still reeling from the sheer absurdity of the situation, while my lower half throbbed with a need I couldn't deny.
"Okay." I swallowed hard. "This is just… lust mana transfer. A mutual pact. A tactical fuck."
"Sure, commander." Eva's lip quirked. "Now mount up, soldier."
"Shut up!"
Smack! Smack!
I smacked her thigh twice.
"Rules," I said, holding up a finger. "No sudden movements. No forcing anything. And if I say stop, you stop. Immediately."
Eva nodded eagerly, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Of course, of course! Anything you say, Aza."
I swallowed hard, steeling myself.
"And… no teasing. We do this efficiently. You need mana, I need… relief. That's it."
"Efficiently," she repeated, her grin turning wicked. "I can do it efficiently."
"Yeah right." I rolled my eyes, but a traitorous shiver ran down my spine at the hunger in her voice. "Just… lay still."
'Damn... I'm going to allow a dickgirl to penetrate my wet thing!!'
"Okay~" She put both hands behind her head, laying flat on the soft, meaty floor like she was on a pleasure vacation instead of a mana emergency. Her cock twitched again, glowing faintly at the tip. Slick trailed down her shaft like it was crying in anticipation.
"Focus, Azariel. Focus," I whispered, biting my lip. I straddled her hips slowly, positioning myself above her like someone about to jump off a very throbbing, very hot, very pointy cliff.
One hand on her chest—soft, warm, annoyingly perfect despite being small—I lined myself up. Her tip kissed my entrance, and I flinched.
She didn't move. Bless her, she actually obeyed.
I took a deep breath. "Okay. In. Out. Mana restored. Done."
"That's what she said," Eva whispered.
Smack!
I slapped her right tit.
"OW—worth it," she giggled.
Ignoring her teasing, I sank down—slowly, carefully, grinding inch by inch of that thick, twitching cock inside my desperately slick folds. The familiar stretch made me shudder, but I forced myself to move, slowly bottoming out until her hips met mine, her shaft buried hilt-deep inside me.
"H-hhhhhhhholy shit," I gasped.
Eva didn't say a word. She just stared at me with wide, reverent eyes, her lips parted, her breathing shallow. The glow of her mana pulsed up into mine, warm and heavy like melted gold through my spine.
It wasn't just penetration. It was a connection. Instant, raw, messy. And hot.
Her cock filled me perfectly—too perfectly. Like it belonged there. Like it knew the shape of my need and molded to it.
A stupid, base piece of logic, but logic had stopped working for my new succubus nature a long time ago. I glared down at her, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.
"This doesn't mean anything," I snapped, my voice trembling slightly despite my best efforts to sound commanding.
"Hehe." Eva's grin only widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Tsundere~"
"Of course not, Aza," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's just a tactical fuck, remember?"
Again ignoring her teasing, I gritted my teeth and started to move—up and down, small thrusts at first, letting my body adjust, riding her slowly like a woman testing a brand new toy. But with each rise and fall of my hips, my control began to fray. The subtle shift of her cock deep inside me, pressing against every nerve, became more difficult to ignore. My hips swayed more with every motion. I let out soft moans each time I filled myself again. My vision began to blur.
My Lust meter hitched again.
Eva whimpered beneath me, her hands trembling behind her head like she was fighting back a losing battle against her own instinct. She wasn't fucking me. She wasn't controlling my movements. All she could do was writhe helplessly—and she clearly loved every second.
Good girl. She listened to my words and did nothing.
I leaned forward, putting my hands on her shoulders, grinding deep against her hips as our bodies locked together. Her cock pulsed inside me, rubbing against everything that made me scream in my mind and moan from my mouth. My knees spread wider, my toes curled, and a single drop of lust trickled from my overstuffed cunt.
The drop slid down, warm and obscene, mixing with the slick already coating our thighs. I didn't even try to stop it. My pride was already hanging by a thread—and every grind of my hips made that thread thinner.
I was riding her. Not out of desperation, not out of panic—but because it felt good. Because I wanted it.
No.
I needed it.
My new form needed this. And even in the deep recesses of my mind where my human memories resided mixed in with Sol's and the demon king's, things only intensified, blazing across all layers of my soul like the first sweet gasp of air after coming up from the deep.
Eva lay perfectly still beneath me, arms still pinned behind her head, trembling like a bomb about to go off. Her cock twitched violently inside me with each grind of my hips, her abs flexing under the strain of holding back, her jaw clenched so tight I thought she might bite through it.
"G-good… girl," I gasped, barely able to get the words out between moans. "You're… ngh… listening."
"I… promised," she choked out. Her glowing eyes locked with mine—hungry, reverent, desperate. "You said... Your way... Mistress~."
Oh, fuck. That hit me harder than I expected.
"Don't call me that!" I snapped, the last of my control slipping away. My walls tightened around her cock, and a moan poured out of me, almost a plea for release, for my pride and need and hunger all to shatter like broken glass.
"Yes, commander—!"
I bit my lip. Fuck. The way she looked at me. Like I was the goddess of this moment. Like I owned her.
I pressed my hands against her chest, using her as leverage as I rode faster now—more confident, more shameless. Wet slaps echoed through the chamber as her cock glided in and out of my soaked heat with ease. The pressure built fast, curling in my stomach like a loaded spring ready to snap.
"F-fuck, Eva—!" I moaned. "I'm gonna—!"
I was close. So fucking close. My body tensed, every muscle coiled tight as a bowstring. The world narrowed down to the point where our bodies joined, the relentless friction, the building pressure. I could feel Eva's cock throbbing inside me, her hips twitching despite her best efforts to stay still. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving beneath my hands.
"Please, Aza," she whimpered, her voice a mix of plea and command. "I can't... I can't hold back much longer... let me come with you."
I didn't answer, but my body did for me, tightening around her cock with an urgency that couldn't be faked, my juices dripping down onto her shaft, hot and sweet. I needed to come more than anything—not just for relief. To save her. To bond. To have some hot, white-hot explosion between our bodies and souls.
"Together!" I finally managed to force the word out, half crying, half gasping. "Now!"
The word was barely out of my mouth when a violent shudder ripped through Eva. Her arms snapped around my waist and in one lightning-fast, effortless motion, she lifted me and slammed me back down on her cock so hard that I felt the head breaching past the cervix, going straight into my womb.
Then the dam broke for both of us.
White-hot euphoria exploded behind my eyelids. Ecstasy like a lightning storm wracked through my body, as my climax slammed into me like a wave breaking over jagged rocks. I cried out—raw, trembling, every shred of control dissolving into white-hot bliss.
My walls clenched violently, milking every twitch of her cock as I rode out the crest of pleasure. My back arched, my fingers digging into her shoulders hard enough to bruise, and my mind blanked out in a haze of heat, moans, and glowing mana.
Eva screamed too, burying herself hilt-deep as her cock shuddered, the sticky warmth filled me, overfilled me, and still kept coming. Her cock twitched again, and again, and again—each pulse timed with a choked moan from her lips and a shiver of aftershock through mine. My cunt fluttered around her, greedy, insatiable, drawing out every last drop like it belonged there.
By the time it ended, I was shaking.
Sweat clung to my skin. My thighs trembled, still wrapped around her hips, and I slumped forward onto her chest—barely able to breathe, let alone move. My cheek pressed against the curve of her shoulder, warm and soft and still annoyingly smug, even in silence.
'Fuck this succubus drained my fucking soul.'
"Aza," Eva whispered, her arms slowly wrapped around me, gentle, reverent. She held me like something sacred. Like a ritual bond and I wasn't ready to say the sex wasn't good.
'It was fucking fantastic... goodbye my former self.'
"Thank you, Aza." Her voice was almost as silent as the shadows creeping around the edges of my consciousness. Almost.
"You owe me." I groaned in reply, trying to sound defiant despite knowing the whole world could see just how drained, sore, and fucked out I felt.
"Of course, sister." She kissed the top of my head softly, while her hand gently stroked my hair. "But one round isn't enough, we need at least ten—no, scratch that! At least thirty more."
"Fuck you!"