PAT! PAT! PAT!
Load after load shot into my cervix, each spurt a wave of blasphemy, each throb an invasion.
And gods, I loved it.
Eva's knot pulsed again, sealing every drop inside me like she was claiming territory. And maybe she was. Because it felt like it—like my womb wasn't just a cumdump anymore, but a throne she'd settled into. One, she had no intention of giving up.
She fucked me for... I really lost count after the fourth warm stream of seed flooded my womb.
Gods, I wanted to die.
Part of me—the part that wasn't busy orgasming so hard that I actually blacked out for a few seconds—thought I should shove her away. Take control. But damn it felt too good for my body to resist. My brain, my ego, and everything in between just shut down, like my whole mind had given in and was letting my succubus body take the reins for a while, relax and enjoy this heavenly pleasure.
Because yes.
This was heaven.
Bliss. Euphoria. Liquid divinity shot straight through my cunt and into my very soul. And let's not talk about my breast milk.
When Eva found out I could lactate, she looked at me like I'd just handed her the Philosopher's Stone dipped in whipped cream. Her jaw actually dropped. And then she latched onto my right nipple like a starving pup that just discovered its favorite teat in the whole cosmos.
She never let go after that.
Apparently, succubus milk is some kind of ultra-rare alchemical elixir. High-grade stamina potion meets libido amplifier meets... I don't know, magic cocaine? Eva drank like it was her last meal—each gulp making her eyes glow brighter, her hips move faster, her cock even harder.
Think of it as a high-grade stamina potion with aphrodisiac effects.
The more she drank, the longer our... Ahem session continued.
I had created a monster.
When it comes to milk, my big furry bastard of a cat wouldn't just sit this one out and allow someone else to steal his favorite drink.
Umbra.
That smug, shadowy, six-foot-long menace with a panther's grace and a pervert's timing. The moment Eva started drinking, he appeared. No sound. No warning. One second, it was just us, the next one thick, spiky cock shoved straight into my ass.
The two of them teamed up. They both fucked my cunt and ass with vigor like I was their personal whore, taking turns to drill me with every thrust, like they were in a race for my pleasure.
But at this point...
Who was counting?
Did I mention how great the sex felt? Like an explosion, like an eruption, a dam bursting open. Every movement brought a fresh new sensation, the feeling of two cocks pumping and stretching me open almost too much to handle. My body was a temple being desecrated by two beasts, and I was the willing sacrifice, caught in the crossfire of their hunger.
"Fuck, Aza," Eva gasped against my breast, her tongue flicking over my nipple before she sucked harder, drawing another gush of milk. Her eyes glowed like twin amethysts, brighter with every swallow, her mana surging through me like a drug. "You're… ngh… a fucking miracle."
"Shut—oh gods—up," I panted, my voice breaking as Umbra's thick, barbed cock pistoned into my ass, each thrust dragging a broken moan from my throat. The stretch was obscene, the way his ridges rubbed against my insides sending sparks up my spine. He purred against my ear, the sound vibrating through me as his tongue—fuck, his tongue—laved over the mark he'd bitten into my shoulder earlier.
Mine, that lick said. Mine too.
Eva growled in response, her teeth grazing my nipple before she sucked hard, pulling another sweet rush of milk into her mouth. Her fingers dug into my hips, claws pricking skin as she ground deeper, harder, like she was trying to fuse us together. Her knot throbbed inside me, an undeniable reminder that she had me on the edge. Again.
I squeezed my eyes shut, riding the wave of pleasure crashing over me. I couldn't last much longer like this. The pressure in my belly was almost unbearable, the heat spreading through my limbs, making me dizzy with ecstasy.
And I felt it, my body changing.
The succubus's body adapts to match the needs of her partners.
A profound, internal shift rippled through me, not just a feeling, but a tangible, physical metamorphosis, my body reshaping itself to better serve—no, to thrive under their relentless attention. My hips, already straining against Eva's grip, began to ache with a delicious, expansive sensation, widening, flaring out, creating a more generous cradle for their relentless assault. It was as if my pelvis was reshaping itself, becoming a perfect, inviting target, designed for deeper, more vigorous penetration. The new width felt… right. More stable. More capable of taking every inch they demanded.
Simultaneously, a thrilling pressure bloomed in my chest. My breasts, already full from the endless flow of milk, swelled further, growing heavier, rounder, the skin tingling as they stretched. They were no longer just milk-filled; they were overflowing, engorged, aching with a sweet, insistent need to be emptied. Eva, as if sensing this, tightened her suckling. The more she drank, the more I produced.
I shouldn't be surprised.
And then there was my belly—gods, my belly—It began to distend, subtly at first, then more pronounced, rounding out with a soft, warm fullness. It wasn't just the pressure of Eva's knot and Umbra's thrusts; it was as if my womb itself was expanding, becoming a vast, welcoming reservoir.
Each new load Eva pumped into me, each warm, thick spurt, no longer felt like it was filling me to bursting, but rather settling into a newly formed space, a deeper, more accommodating cavity designed expressly for this purpose: a vessel designed to hold every drop of their seed, a soft, rounded mound that promised endless capacity.
Why was I getting off on this? On being treated like some kind of a cumdump whore for horny monsters? What was wrong with me? Why did my womb squeeze tighter, the more they used me? Why was my cunt pulsing like my body itself wanted nothing more than to be filled?
'This is what a succubus does,' a voice whispered in my mind, soft and insidious—my own inner voice. 'Adapts. Becomes. Serves.'
I hated it. I loved it. I couldn't tell the difference anymore.
Everything was a pleasure. Everything was a pain. Everything was a bliss and frustration and release, one orgasm rolling into the next, the same rhythm as a tide, an endless rising swell of rapture and torment that crested again and again, leaving me breathless, writhing, begging, always begging, my mouth forming wordless pleas. I couldn't have said "No" if I tried.
I swear we spent days in a fuck frenzy, forgetting time, space, and self. I'm not a whore, I'm not, but I acted like a depraved one, moaning, whimpering, and whoring myself on their cocks. I can't lie anymore to myself; this is my new nature.
I like it. I loved it so much that, for the first time, the fear of losing my former self and the urge to keep some pride was forgotten in the back of my mind. For now, I will let go and live in a blissful state.
I was a whore, yes. Their whore. But in that degradation, I found a perverse kind of freedom, a release from the constraints of morality and self-control. I was Azariel, the Nephalem of lust, the succubus girl with big tits, pussy on display, and cum buckets of for the horny cocks. And I loved it! Every thrust, every suckle, every groan of pleasure from them, and from myself, cemented this new truth. I was theirs, and they were mine, bound together in an endless, depraved dance of ecstasy. And for now, that was more than enough.
...
After an unknown time.
"Take it, Aza," Evangeline groaned, towering above me, one hand fanatically pumping her dick while the other one doing the same thing to Umbra's throbbing spiky pole.
I was lying on the fleshy ground, totally spent and half unconscious. A thin layer of sweat covered my trembling body like a second skin; my face and hair were plastered with globs of saliva, pussy slick, spit, and cum, a puddle of warm fluids. My breasts and belly were sticky with the milk the two had drunk from me, and a puddle of combined white milk and water had formed below me, all mixed together.
I was full to the brim with their loads, even my bloody tail was full after Eva fucked it with her own tail.
Yeah, the succubus tail could act like a cock and shoot semen.
However, that didn't stop the two of them from shooting more of their fluids on me. I don't think it could be called ejaculating at this point, it was more like cum-pissing—if that could make sense—on me like they were marking territory.
But damn! Even their glorious cocks were spent, almost blue by the extreme use, still both of them managed to produce one or two gulps of white fluid, right in my face.
What a disgusting, erotic picture. I would've enjoyed it if my body didn't feel like I was an exploded balloon.
"Haaah~... haaah~..." Eva's pants were so thick I felt them like I was the one breathing for her, her skin glistened in sweat like mine, and her normally slicked purple hair was in disarray. I wouldn't call her disheveled, more like a molester who had finally captured her victim.
And damn, the view was... satisfying.
"I finally managed to recharge my lust mana," she panted with a victorious smile, "shooting cum generates less mana than absorbing it."
"Eh?" My eyes shot open, staring at the succubus in disbelief. "So you mean if I fucked you and cum inside, you will generate mana faster?"
"..."
Eva kept staring at me in silence for a moment, but then she let her tongue out in a shit-eating grin.
"Teehee~... I'm clumsy sometimes."
"I'LL KILL YOU, BITCH!!!!"