It didn't take long for Eva to calm down, and I did my best to comfort her. Seeing her like that, it felt like... like I was really responsible for her now. And in a way, I was.
She's my partner, my little purple menace of a wife.
Anyway, she took me to her room, and along the way, my system—who was silent until now—gave me an explanation on why Eva acted so crazy and emotional.
It was all because of that yellow talisman that Beatrice placed on her vagina. It absorbed lust and pleasure like no other, so it messed up her emotional reeling.
A succubus cannot survive without sexual pleasures and sensations. For them to exist, they need to feed. Take that away, and you'll have one crazy succubus bitch on your hands.
"Tada~… what do you think, wife?" Eva purred, stepping aside and gesturing like a showgirl revealing the grand prize.
And fuck me, it was a prize.
Her room wasn't just a room. It was a damn shrine. To what, I wasn't sure—sex, luxury, her own ego, maybe all three. The walls were draped in velvets so dark they swallowed the light, flickering with low enchantments that pulsed with a warm, steady thrum like a heartbeat. Candles—real and magical—dotted every surface, casting shadows that moved even when nothing else did.
The bed—no, the altar of love—was massive, round, raised a little like a stage, and shaped like a heart. Silk sheets, the color of blood spilled across them like the aftermath of a sacrifice.
"Holy hells," I muttered under my breath, stepping in.
"That's the idea," Eva said, her voice curling around my spine like a velvet rope. She was leaning in the doorway now, eyes gleaming, tail swaying lazily behind her like a cat that'd cornered its prey. "Everything you see here… was made with my future wife in mind... You!"
I turned slowly, letting the weight of that sentence sink in, but my eyes immediately caught the things that were hanging on the east wall.
"..."
I stared. I mean, really stared.
The east wall looked like some unholy shrine, equal parts erotic museum and weapons rack—each toy hung lovingly from silk cords, labeled in infernal script I couldn't read but definitely felt in my spine. And gods, there were so many.
Rows of wood, silicon, obsidian, and crystal dildos, some engraved with glowing runes—from ones that looked almost tame to others that seemed designed to split a person in half—others shaped like things I didn't have names for. Delicate, sinuous plugs of metal, jeweled at the base like ornaments meant to be worshiped. But that wasn't even half of it.
There were clamps. Collars. Straps that shimmered with enchantments I felt before I even touched them. Cages—literal cages, small and cruel, glinting in the candlelight. Tools that pulsed with slow, throbbing magic like living things. Some were shaped like animals. One looked suspiciously like a tentacle—and it moved.
The rest were unfamiliar to me.
Keep in mind that my old world was on the brink of collapse, so people didn't have the time to drown themselves in pleasure.
However, Eva was more than happy to introduce me.
"These are my babies~" she cooed, her tail lashing the air with excitement. "You should use them too~ they'll bring us so much pleasure together."
"Babies, huh?" I said, my voice a mix of curiosity and apprehension. I crossed my arms, trying to play it cool, but the heat creeping up my neck betrayed me. "You're telling me you've got a whole damn arsenal here. What even are half of these?"
She practically skipped to my side, eyes glowing with pure, unfiltered pride.
"Azaaa~! Don't be such a prude. You're in my love den, not some boring library. Show some damn enthusiasm, why don't you? Your first time is a special occasion~"
"Love den?!"
"Yup." She clapped her hands and twirled like she was giving me a private tour of her twisted little castle. "These are my babies, darling. My treasures. Each one handpicked—or custom forged."
She leaned and picked up a small red butt plug, one of the least terrifying of her collection. She flipped it over, showing me the base, where a round black jewel sat.
"This is my gift for you, wife," she said, pointing at the bed. "Can you?"
"Sigh... Fine." Knowing what she wanted, I sighed, my shoulders slumping as I shuffled toward the heart-shaped bed.
"Yay!" Eva clapped like an overexcited fangirl watching her crush strip naked.
"That's the spirit!" she squealed, bouncing on her toes. "Ohhh, I love when you pretend to be reluctant—it makes it so much better when you end up loving it."
"Shut up!" I shot her a half-lidded glare, but I could feel the flush already spreading across my skin. The room was warm—too warm—and it wasn't just the candlelight or the velvet. It was her. That predatory smirk, the hungry glint in her eyes, the way she watched my every step like she was memorizing the sway of my hips.
The bed was softer than sin. I sank into it with a little hiss, the silk sheets whispering against my skin, cool and slick and impossibly smooth. It smelled like her—spiced wine and sweat and something dark and pink, something that stirred the ache in my lower belly like a spoon in honeyed tea.
She followed me, crawling across the sheets on all fours with that slow, fluid grace that said, yes, "I'm a succubus, yes, I know exactly what I'm doing, and yes, you're about to beg me to ruin you."
Her eyes locked onto mine, then moved to my lips, my jaw, the pulse throbbing in my neck, then back up again. I felt my cheeks flush under her scrutiny, a faint blush blooming across my red skin, and I could have sworn I saw a smirk tug at her lips.
"Ah, so shy," she purred, her voice dripping like liquid honey. She stretched her neck like a cat, leaning forward until we were almost touching, her breath warm on my lips.
"Good," she whispered, her lips brushing against mine. "I like my girl a little nervous."
And before I could snark back, she kissed me. Hard. Hot. The kind of kiss that melts your brain and makes your hips move on their own. Her tail wrapped around my thigh and gave it a firm tug as she pulled away just enough to look me in the eye again.
"You trust me?" she asked.
"…Do I have a choice?"
"Not even a little."
With a giggle, she pressed the toy to my lips.
"Kiss it," she said.
"What?" I blinked.
"Oh, baby. I never joke about ass play." She arched her brow. "It's tradition."
"Since when?!"
"Since right now. Indulge me, wife."
"Fuck." I rolled my eyes, muttered a half-hearted curse, and gave the damn thing a quick, reluctant peck.
"Hehe," Eva beamed. "You're so obedient sometimes it makes me wet."
And then, with a little hum of concentration, she brought the plug lower. Between my legs. Teased it against my wet folds with maddening slowness, just brushing, just enough to make my thighs twitch.
"Eva—"
"Shhh," she whispered, eyes gleaming as her fingers grazed my entrance, smearing the slick proof of how not reluctant I actually was. "I'm just making sure it's lubed up."
The plug pulsed in her fingers like it had its own heartbeat—mine. And then her hand slipped down, slowly, toward my ass.
"Ahh~" I let out a moan when her index finger found my tight anus, teasing, massaging. My breath came in short gasps as she worked the tip of her finger inside, moving slowly, circling, probing. She leaned closer, her lips brushing my ear.
"You ready, darling?" she asked, her voice a low, sensual whisper. I shivered. Her tail coiled around my thigh, and she gently tugged my hips closer, angling me better for the inevitable.
"Breathe, wife," she cooed, planting a kiss on my hipbone as she pressed the plug against my anus. "Let me in."
And I did.
It slid in with sinful ease, and then it stopped being ease and started being fullness. A blinding, aching stretch that stole the breath right out of my lungs and replaced it with a desperate, guttural gasp. I clenched every muscle from my hips to my toes, arching my back into the silk.
I was panting, legs spread, eyes wide, heart racing—making it worse.
"Ahhh~... Wife," Eva moaned like she was the one wearing it. "Fuck. You're so beautiful like this. You have no idea what you do to me, Aza."
She kissed her way up my body, one slow inch at a time—stomach, ribs, the underside of my breasts—each press of her lips sending the plug into another rhythmic flutter. My hands clawed at the sheets, the scent of sex and heat thick in the air, making my head swim.
"Tell me how it feels," she murmured, licking a slow circle around my nipple before sucking it in, just enough to make me whimper.
"Ahh~... too full, too... Ahhh!"
"It's perfect," she corrected, sitting up to straddle my hips. Her soaked folds slid against my skin, her thighs slick and trembling as she stared down at me with fire in her eyes. "You're mine now. Marked, plugged, shaking under me like a good little succubus wife should be."
She reached down, fingers pressing gently above my clit, where my succubus body instinctively adapted to her needs, growing a nice 12-inch red cock.
"AHHH~" Eva didn't waste a second, swiftly impaling herself in the ass with my dick, sending me right over the edge as I came in at that very moment.
PAT! PAT! PAT!
"Eva!"
"Ahh! Fuuuck~" she shuddered, her tail lashing behind before it found its way inside me alongside the toy.
"Hunng!!" I reached out, clawing at her hips as she moved up and down. She looked like a damn sex goddess—the flickering candlelight made her pale skin shimmer. Her breasts were heaving with the effort, nipples hard as pebbles as she ground her hips against mine.
"F-fuck~" I gasped, struggling to breathe under her weight.
PAT! PAT! PAT!
"Ahh~... That's it, my wife... I knew you and I were made for each other."
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