The moment the words left my mouth, I hated myself.
I hated the way Eva's eyes lit up like I'd just handed her a divine relic wrapped in silk. I hated the smug twitch of her still-rock-hard cock as it pressed more firmly against my thigh, radiating heat like a rune about to detonate. I hated how my own breath hitched as her fingers tightened around my hips like she was afraid I'd vanish before she got her second round.
But most of all?
I hated how much I wanted it.
"You sure?" she breathed against my lips, the tip of her cock nudging between my sore thighs like a beast sniffing out a familiar scent. "Because if I start again, I won't be gentle. You begged last time, remember?"
"I lied," I growled, gripping her jaw in one hand. "You're not special."
"Oh really?" Eva leaned down, grinding against me with maddening slowness. "My cum's still dripping out of you."
"That's demon biology," I snapped.
"Uh-huh," she purred, one hand trailing down my back. "And moaning my name is, what, a sacred rite?"
Before I could retort, she kissed me again—harder this time. Her hips rolled, her cock slid between my slick folds, dragging through the mess she'd already made of me. My legs tried to resist, tried to close, but it was like fighting gravity. Pointless. Futile. Erotic in the worst way.
"I'll make it better," she whispered into my mouth. "Deeper. Slower. Just let go, Aza."
Fuck her!
Fuck me!
Because I did.
I opened my legs again like a heretic before the altar, like a fool giving up her last shred of resistance. Eva slid into me with a moan that sounded half-feral, like she'd just slipped into paradise and wasn't planning to leave. My back arched. My breath caught. Her cock stretched me open again, deeper than before, every inch a blasphemy I couldn't help but welcome.
'Shit... How far have I fallen?' I asked myself inwardly, but received no answer.
PAT! PAT! PAT!
The temple of flesh around us pulsed with heat, as if even the walls and the Varul queen were watching, getting off to the sacrilege. I clawed at the floor, nails scraping the slick surface as Eva set a slow, punishing rhythm. No teasing this time. No taunts. Just thrust after thrust, deep and deliberate, like she was trying to carve her name into my very soul.
And gods... it was working.
"You're... nghh—fucking insatiable whore," I panted, voice cracking, legs wrapped around her waist before I even realized what I was doing. My inner thighs were already wet from our combined juices, and each roll of her hips sent a new wave of heat rolling through my belly, stoking the fire she'd kindled in my core.
"Takes one to know one." Eva's grin was feral now, wild with victory. Her lips skated down my neck, biting and sucking and leaving little marks of ownership. "Every single succubus in existence is a whore, we exist solely to please, to get fucked and feed, we're horny, shameless, cock-hungry fuck monsters."
Her tail wrapped around my ankle, pulling me tighter as her pace picked up. My breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples brushing against the too-soft floor. Sweat mingled with mana as she fucked me like she was trying to break a curse—or maybe cast one.
"You feel it, don't you?" she rasped. "Our mana mixing. Our souls—entwining."
"Shut—haa—up with your—oh fuck—your soul-bond bullshit," I groaned, even as I clenched around her like a greedy void.
"Gonna breed you," she murmured into my ear, voice thick with desire. "Gonna fill you so deep you'll feel me in your dreams."
'What? No!'
"I'm gonna knot you, royal sister. I'll pound my cum so deep it won't come out, you'll be swelling up with it."
"What are you talking about?" I tried to sound disdainful, but my voice was so full of desire it almost turned to a moan.
"Knot," she answered, like it's self-explanatory. "Your uterus is literally a cum bucket. Succubus's womb is always prepared to feed her master, I'll show you!"
"You're disgusting," I groaned—but it came out shaky, breathless. Like I was already halfway there and just pretending I wasn't.
Eva chuckled, her breath ghosting over my collarbone as her thrusts deepened. Her cock throbbed inside me like it had a will of its own, and my body—traitorous temple that it was—welcomed each thick, slick push like it was a holy offering.
"You say that," she purred, licking a long, slow stripe up my neck, "but you're squeezing me like you want to be ruined."
"I'm squeezing you because I'm about to—ahh—lose my fucking mind!"
"Exactly." Her voice was almost reverent. "Let go, Aza. Let your womb open. Let me fill you in."
"Don't you dare—"
But it was already too late. I could feel it—the shift in her body. The way her hips locked just slightly. The way the base of her cock swelled. Not painfully, not monstrously. Just… enough. Enough to push into me and stretch me wider, to anchor her in place like she was staking a divine claim.
My breath hitched. My nails dug into her back.
"I told you," she whispered, kissing the corner of my mouth. "You were made for this."
And then she came.
It wasn't just a climax. It was a flood. A wave of mana-rich heat poured into me like a tidal surge of magic and lust, lighting up every rune in my soul. My back arched off the ground. My toes curled. I screamed—not in pain, not in fear, but in absolute, overwhelming sensation.
Warmth spread through my belly, too much, too fast. It filled me, thick and pulsing, and I swore I could feel every droplet of her power claiming me from the inside out. My stomach even bulged rapidly, like my womb had become a vessel, glowing with stolen heat.
And gods help me...
I loved it.
It was all too much—Eva's cock. Her voice. Her body. The knot in my womb felt like some new piece had been fused to the shattered pieces of my soul, not just physically but metaphysically, on a deeper level.
So, I gave up.
I surrendered.
I let go—let that strange, intoxicating ecstasy sweep through me, sweeping everything else aside, erasing any shred of resistance in me, erasing—at least for this moment—everything about my former male existence.
Right now, I am Azariel, the succubus. And damn it was... bliss.
Blissful surrender, even if just for a moment.
When I finally collapsed again, gasping, sweat-drenched, shaking—I felt like I'd been turned inside out and stitched together with pleasure. Eva's body was pressed tight against mine, still buried deep, her knot pulsing gently as her fingers traced slow circles over my hips.
"You're glowing," she murmured, brushing her cheek against mine.
"I hate you," I breathed.
"No, you don't."
"You're mine now," she said softly. Not a threat. Not even a boast. Just… truth. "Body, magic, soul. You saved me. I claimed you. That's how the succubus bond works."
"I didn't agree to a bond," I snapped—weakly. "And I'm pretty sure it's just bullshit you invented right now."
"Nooo..." She pulled her face up, and our eyes met. "It's an ancient tradition."
"Seriously?"
"Well... that's what my parents told me... and my siblings, when they were... well, also knotting me," she admitted, chuckling nervously.
'Parents? Other succubi? Siblings?' my mind wandered, suddenly picturing an entire nest of dickgirls with the same purple hair, big cocks, and uninhibited sex drives.
"So when do I get to call you wife?"
Out of nowhere, Eva broke my fantasy of purple dickgirls with a wide grin and that stupid question.
"Huh?" I blinked up at her, momentarily distracted from my thoughts. "I'm going to kill you."
"Eh?" She tilted her head like a child, wondering if they should be afraid. "That doesn't answer my question, wife."
"Don't call me that." I smacked the side of her head, my fingers sinking into her stupidly soft hair like they belonged there.
"Hehe." Eva just grinned wider, undeterred by the blow or the glare I leveled at her. Her tail curled playfully behind her, flicking like a satisfied cat's, and her knot—still lodged inside me—twitched smugly, like it too was in on the joke.
"You can smack me all you want, wife, but it won't change the fact that you're mine now."
"I am not your wife. And you're not my husband... I mean, wife!. We're just..." I trailed off, unable to find the right words. I groaned and smacked her shoulder again, but it was more of a slap-and-caress now. My fingers curled instinctively, drawing idle patterns on the slick sheen of her skin. Why the fuck did she have to be soft and strong and satisfyingly smug all at once?
"Just what?" Eva prompted, her voice soft and teasing. "Just two succubi who can't keep their hands off each other? Just two souls entwined by fate and cum?"
"Just shut up," I hissed, but even that came out wrong—half-whimper, half-laugh. My legs were still wrapped around her waist, after all. Her knot was still buried so deep inside me it felt like it had become part of my internal anatomy. And her mana—our mana—still danced across my skin like an aftershock that refused to fade.
Eva's grin didn't waver. If anything, it deepened—wolfish, knowing. Her fingers ghosted over my ribs, up my sides, until her thumbs brushed the underswell of my breasts. Teasing. Worshipful. Infuriatingly gentle. But then she leaned, locking her purple eyes with my amber ones, and then spoke again, in a gentle tone that surprised me a little.
"I'm grateful that I met you, Aza." Eva's eyes softened, a strange new light sparked inside her pupils, light and gentle, but somehow too deep and dangerous.
Eva's sudden sincerity hit me harder than any thrust. Harder than the knot still lodged in me. Harder than the fact that my womb was still pulsing around her like it hadn't quite accepted the moment was over.
"…What?"
She didn't repeat herself. Just kept looking at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. Her smile had changed—not smug, not teasing. It was still smug-adjacent, because, well, she was Eva, but there was something softer beneath it now. Something… real.
"I mean it," she said, voice quiet and serious in a way that felt too raw for someone who'd just stuffed me full like a breeding experiment. "You could've left me. You had every reason to. But you didn't. You saved me."
"Yeah, right." I rolled my eyes. "You say that like I had a choice after you stuck your cock up my pussy."
"Heheh." Eva chuckled softly, brushing a lock of hair from my face. "You had plenty of choices. You still do. But you stayed. You let me in. Even if you pretend you didn't. For that, I'm grateful to you. My Azariel."
"..."
I hated how warm that made me feel.
I hated even more that I didn't push her away.
Instead, I stared up at her—my lips parted slightly, my breath shallow, my heart traitorously fluttering like a virgin in love. Fuck, I was not built for this. I wasn't supposed to feel things—not as a human, not as a Nephalem, not as a royal succubus.
And yet… the way she was looking at me. The way she cupped my cheek was gentle.
I felt things.
"Stop looking at me like that," I muttered, shoving my face into the crook of her neck to avoid those stupid, shimmering eyes. "It's creepy."
"I'm allowed to stare at my wife," she whispered, grinning into my hair.
"I'm not your wife."
"Mhm. Keep telling yourself that, darling."