SMACK!
"Ahh~"
smack smack SMACK!!!
"Stop fucking moaning and licking your lips, you're disgusting!!!" My palm stung hitting her stupid asscheeks with all my strength, but the satisfaction of the sound echoing through the fleshy cavernous space was almost worth it.
Almost.
"Ahh~" Eva moaned again—on purpose this time—and arched her back like I'd just cast a pleasure spell on her spine.
"No way~!" she purred, licking her lips loudly, with all the exaggerated tongue flicks of a bratty succubus who lives to be a problem. The sultry glint in her violet eyes sparked like mischief incarnate.
She grinned at me. No—grinned at my naked, cum-drenched body. Her still-twitching cock—shiny with my juices—hung there proudly, lazily swaying between her thighs like it had no shame in the world.
Of course it didn't.
Because she didn't.
"I can't help it, dear royal sister~" she moaned, mockingly, dragging the title out like it was her favorite new insult. Her hips gave a little shimmy, making her round ass jiggle, the pinkish handprints blooming across it like obscene battle scars.
"Every time you slap me," she whispered breathily, "I feel closer to Nirvana."
"Oh, for fuck's sake." I groaned. She was impossible
"Exactly!" she cackled, bending lower so her tail flicked me across the face. "Fuck's sake, is my entire spiritual doctrine, thank you for attending the sermon~"
SMACK!
"You tricked me!!!" I yelled, smacking her ass even harder this time, her asscheeks rippling so nicely it gave me flashbacks of the recent past.
'Focus, Azariel, it's just a stupid sex demon, her pretty asshole is twitching every time we smack.' My brain trailed off again... 'FUCK!'
"..."
SMACK!!!!!
"Ahh~... heheh" Eva giggled, wiggling her tail in front of me like an extra, lewd finger. "A good succubus always seeks sex first."
"GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!"
'And not me,' I added mentally, but kept that comment to myself
"Naah… thanks." She rolled her eyes. "Your ass is my preference."
"..."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
...
After a good fifteen minutes of ass smacking.
My palm was numb, redder than my skin, and tingling with every heartbeat. I wasn't sure if I had punished her or just massaged that perverted peach into enlightenment.
Eva, the goddamn sex demon, was purring like a spoiled cat in heat—each smack making her hips bounce, her thighs jiggle, and her tail lash around like a metronome set to "obscene."
I stood there, panting like a sinner at confession, arm trembling, body sore, pride bleeding. And what did she do?
She looked over her shoulder, grinning with eyes half-lidded and glowing.
"Feeling better now?" she asked, voice like honey laced with venom and very illegal substances.
"No."
"You sure?" Her hips gave another taunting roll, like she was serving her ass on a platter with garnish and glitter. "You spanked me for fifteen straight minutes, Aza. That's practically therapy for our kind."
"Therapy doesn't usually end with me covered in cum, sweat, milk, and my own moans echoing back at me like a choir of slutty ghosts."
"Hehehe," Eva giggled. "You're welcome."
I collapsed backward onto a pillowy mound of living flesh—because yes, the room was still that weird biomechanical womb-pink thing—and let out a groan that felt spiritual. My entire arm throbbed. My head buzzed. My everything was sore in ways that felt both heavenly and hellish.
"Hey, Aza?"
The sudden gentleness in Eva's tone brought my eyes open again.
"What."
"Round twenty-one?"
"Go choke on Umbra's cock."
"Okay~!" she grinned, crawling on all fours toward Umbra, who was sleeping, a few meters from us. "Come here, my furry fuck buddy!"
"THAT WASN'T AN—Oh, screw it, whatever, leave me the fuck alone... or at least allow me one minute of silence."
"Tee hee."
The sound of her smug chuckle made me cringe like an all-fours mating call, but I turned and closed my eyes, seeking some rest. Surprisingly, Eva came back and gently lay down beside me, not without giggling.
"Sorry," she whispered with a gentle tone, placing her hands over her belly and one of her ankles around my leg. "We need to talk. We've been having fun nonstop since you saved me."
"Hmm?" I took a moment to organize my thoughts before starting to ask some serious questions.
"Where are we, Eva? And why do you keep calling me royal sister?"
"..." Eva kept staring at me strangely for a while, and I immediately realized what was on her little dirty mind.
"I hit my head and lost my memories."
Yeah... I played the "memory lost" card once more, like an idiot.
"Oww.. is that true?" Her eyebrows shot up a little bit. "When exactly? Can you tell me something about your memories? I'd love to help you."
I opened my mouth and closed it several times, the clichéd question "do you trust me" popped in my mind, and I really think it's stupid, 'cause trust isn't built in words or questions.
'We fucked like rabbits in heat, does that count as trust?' my inner voice popped out of nowhere.
'FUCK YOU!!!!'
"Fine, no need to say anything," Eva spoke and moved a bit closer to me, and began sharing her knowledge.
"First, we are in hell."
"..."
"No shit," I replied sarcastically.
"Don't be rude, now shut and listen to me, please." She flicked a finger on my nose and began sharing the details, "This is not some cheap hell created by the gods for their world, no, this is THE Hell, the first, the vast, the never-ending, the ancient."
"Think of this place as the source of all hells; without it, the concept of hell wouldn't exist," she paused, letting her words sink in.
'So I didn't end up in Sol's hell but an even bigger, scarier, infinite one?'
"We, the succubus race, call it the Unspoken Realm," Eva explained. "This is the birthplace of the mother of our race."
"I see." I nodded, the words tasting hollow even to me. So, not just a hell, but The Hell. The primordial, infinite, soul-crushing source of all damnation. And here I was, naked, covered in bodily fluids, spooning with a perverted succubus and a giant shadow cat, having just spent fifteen minutes spanking her ass. My life truly was a cosmic joke.
'This is definitely my punishment for deflowering the goddess Sol'
"And about me calling you 'royal sister'…" Eva's voice dropped, losing its playful edge for a moment, replaced by something almost reverent. "That's because, Azariel, you are royalty, unlike me."
"Royalty? What do you mean?" I raised an eyebrow, staring down at the purple-haired succubus, only to see her spreading her bat-like wings.
"You see how small my wings are compared to you, Aza," She pointed out the fact.
"I guess?"
"Those who grow larger and stronger wings are considered royal succubi; their connection to our mother is also stronger. Those of us with small wings... or those whose wings haven't matured are considered lesser succubi."
I could hear the sadness in her voice as she explained, even if I couldn't see it on her face. She folded her wings tightly behind her back, not in a relaxed pose, but in a self-conscious gesture. It was almost unnoticeable, but I knew the signs. She was putting on her armor. She was protecting herself.
But then all that faded swiftly and was replaced with one of the most seductive smiles ever.
"I never imagined…" Eva leaned in, brushing her lips against mine, her voice a low, seductive purr. "That one day I'd fuck a royal sister."
Eva's breath was warm against my lips—too warm like a furnace disguised as a kiss. I should've pushed her away. Should've snapped back with something sharp, something biting, something me. But instead…
I blinked.
And let her kiss me.
Just once.
Soft.
Too soft for someone who had just taken more spankings than an entire dungeon full of horny warlocks. But it was soft, almost… respectful.
Then, like always, she ruined it.
"A royal sister with an ass like a sin made flesh," she purred, trailing her tongue over my lower lip. "Divine and defenseless."
I bit her. Hard.
"Ow!" she yelped, pulling back with a pout that didn't suit someone whose cock had just defied several laws of physics. "You bit me!"
"You deserved it."
"I always deserve it." Her grin came right back, all teeth and pride. "But that doesn't mean I won't whine about it."
"Sigh," I exhaled, dragging a hand down my face. "You were saying something before you got horny again?"
"Right, right." She rolled onto her back, hands behind her head, staring at the fleshy ceiling like it held the answers to the universe. "So. You're royalty. Probably high-tier infernal. Maybe even… half-divine."
"Explain now." I stiffened, fearing that my Nephalem identity, which was divine, had been discovered.
"Those wings of yours? They're not succubus wings, Aza. They're too big, too radiant. They don't just drip seduction—they command it. I never saw anyone with wings as big as yours." Eva's eyes darted to my wings; surprisingly, I didn't detect jealousy or envy in her eyes.
"Let's leave that for later," I said, standing up and stretching my neck and limbs to the point of hearing an annoying crack. "We have a worm queen to slay."