"Ugh!... I feel like I'm about to break."
Every step sent a sloppy SQUELCH echoing from my ruined hole, a river of mixed cum—thick, creamy loads from three succubi—trickling down my thighs in sticky ropes. My belly still sloshed faintly, bloated like I'd swallowed a gallon of their seed.
Our foursome lasted for another four days.
Unlike the one-sided assault I'd endured, this was a proper, depraved orgy. A battle of wills and lusts where everyone got their turn to dominate and submit.
My god-tier hell chains had kept Beatrice and Eva pinned for hours while I railed them senseless—my angry red succubus cock bullying Beatrice's womb until she squirted like a broken faucet, Eva's ass-pussy double-stuffed with tails and mommy-meat until she babbled incoherently about "Aza-mommy breeding me forever!" Akane, ever the sly onee-sama, had slid into me gently at first, then ramped up to tail-wrapped triple-thrusts that made my eyes cross.
Every single one of them tested the feeling of having three cocks and tails inside them at least once. And they all loved it. Beatrice roared like a beast when I, Eva, and Akane fused our shafts with tails into her greedy cunt, stretching her succubus pussy into a permanent gape.
Or so I thought.
The former demon general was more resilient than she looked, her regenerative powers already closing the most grievous of the tears my monstrous cock had inflicted. She'd taken it all—my fury, my retribution, my cum—and begged for more.
Eva squealed in jealous ecstasy, her tiny body impaled on our unified monstrosity until her clit squirted endless arcs. Even Akane—cool, teasing Akane—melted into a whimpering mess, her shimmering ridges overwhelmed by the extra girth, begging, "Little sister... onee-sama's ass is yours... churn it to butter!"
We rotated positions like a carousel of depravity. I took turns fucking each of them with my red, angry cock, while the other two used their tails on my ass. Sometimes they'd all pile on me, three cocks and three tails stretching me to my limit, but with my own anger-fueled lust as fuel, I met their challenge head-on. I wasn't just a victim anymore; I was a participant. A predator in my own right.
By the end, we were a tangled, twitching pile. No one could walk straight. Beatrice's fourteen-incher hung limp and defeated, leaking defeated spurts. Eva's eyes were permanently ahegao, tongue lolling as she humped air in her sleep. Akane purred contentedly, her tail idly stirring the cum soup in my pussy and ass like a spoon.
"Those bitches got what they deserved. But damn... that was hot." I collapsed onto my bed, ass up, too wrecked to care about the floodgates opening.
"Finally... peace." My eyes fluttered shut, taking the first proper rest in like... a week and a half? Maybe more?
I can't tell how much time passed; the days all bled into a blur of cocks, pussies, asses, cum, and curses. But what I do know is that Beatrice's bedroom had a time-manipulating artifact, which she used to extend the length of our... "session"...
We were in the bedroom for maybe ten days, but it was only a day or so in the outside world.
"Ugh!... what a bitch!" I couldn't help but curse when I recalled how Beatrice bullied my little ass with her entire ARM! Literally.
"Grrr!"
Suddenly, a familiar growling echoed in the room.
"Umbra." I don't have to look to know who it is. I can feel it.
My sweet, lovely, cute, and most powerful panther.
"Sorry, buddy, but I'm too damn tired to move... can't feed you right now." I couldn't even lift my face up from the pillow, but my tail slowly moved toward him, patting his head in a lazy manner. But he didn't like that.
"GRRR!" Umbra pounced, pushing me with his big, fluffy head, flipping me on my back.
"Hey! Stop..." I tried to push him away, but my arms were like noodles. "I'm too tired..."
"Grrr!"
He wasn't taking no for an answer. Without hesitation or caring about how I felt, Umbra started to suck the milk from my breast like he hadn't eaten for a week.
"F-fuck... gentle..." I groaned, my body twitching weakly under him.
Umbra didn't listen.
Of course, he didn't. He was a creature of pure, unfiltered instinct, and right now, his instinct was screaming hunger. His rough tongue rasped over my sensitive nipple, sending jolts of electricity through my overstimulated body. The suction was intense, a greedy pull that made my back arch weakly.
"Greedy bastard…" I muttered, my fingers barely managing to tangle into his thick fur.
Despite everything—despite the exhaustion grinding my bones into dust, despite the soreness that made even breathing feel like work—my body responded on instinct. A dull warmth spread through my chest, that strange succubus biology kicking in whether I liked it or not.
"Nnngh♡! Umbra, y-you gluttonous furball... Mommy's milkies are all yours, but—ahhn!—s-slow down!" I whined. Each pull sent a fresh gush of lust energy to my core. The reserves I'd so painfully filled were already draining into my insatiable beast.
'Bastard knows my weaknesses... one week without feeding, and he's feral.'
He switched tits with a wet POP!, milk spraying in arcs before he vacuumed it up. My belly sloshed louder, the cum-loads mixing with fresh waves of arousal. Pussy clenching, ass farting out bubbles of leftover seed.
I was a mess, but Umbra didn't care. His barbed cock unsheathed, thick and ridged like a demonic tentacle, throbbing against my thigh. Nine inches of panther pride, knot swelling at the base, already drooling precum. He wasn't just feeding—he was staking his claim.
"W-Wait, buddy... not the ass... It's still ruined from—" Too late. Umbra's instincts kicked in. With a playful GRRRR-ROWL!, he flipped me onto all fours—easy as flipping a corpse—his paws clamping my hips. That massive, barbed shaft prodded my sloppy ass, the barbs catching on the stretched rim like hooks.
One brutal thrust, and I was impaled.
"FUUUCK! UMBRA'S BARBED COCK! TOO ROUGH—GONNA SCRAPE MY GUTS RAW YESSSSS~!"
The barbs raked my inner walls like a thousand tiny claws—pain twisting into mind-melting ecstasy with every savage thrust. My ruined hole, already trained to accommodate three cocks, clenched around him like a greedy fist, the barbs hooking and pulling me back onto him with every withdrawal.
"Kitty's cock... barbs milking Mommy's prostate—HNNG♡! Knot me! Breed your cum-tank deeper!!" I howled, face grinding into the cum-soaked sheets, tongue lolling in full ahegao. My red succubus cock swung like a wrecking ball, flinging ropes of precum everywhere. Milk jetted from my tits in sync with his thrusts, puddling into a creamy lake.
'One week starved, and he's making up for it... fuck, I love this beast!'
One hour of feral frenzy, and—
SCHLORP! PAT!
The knot locked in.
Hot, volcanic panther seed erupted like a geyser, flooding my guts. My belly ballooned again, pressing into the mattress as Umbra pumped load after load, barbs twitching against my prostate.
"K-KNOTTED FULL! UMBRA CUM-PREGNANT! HAA~♡!!"
Orgasms chain-crashed, my vision whiting out. We were tied ass-to-knot, his purrs vibrating through me as he licked my sweat-slick back possessively.
...
Ten minutes later
"Haa... Haa..." I panted, my cheek pressed against the sticky sheets. "Fuck... let me have a breather."
"Why is everyone so eager to destroy my ass and pussy?! First the succubi, and now my own damn pet!"
Ding!
[Host, the reason they are so eager to destroy your holes is that you have been releasing an extremely potent pheromone.]
"Eh?"
For a moment, I was stunned by the voice in my head, forgetting that I had a system.
The damn thing never speaks, so it took me a moment to process what it said.
[Your skill "Aphrodisiac Aura" was upgraded to Level 2, and the potency increased drastically.]
"I see," I nodded slowly. "System, open my status."
Ding.
….
Name: Azariel
Race: Nephalem (Succubus)
Gender: Nephalem
Class: –
Level: 20
Experience: 20999/21000
Health: 2957/2957
Mana: 2340/2340
Stamina: 1880/1880
Lust: 104/500
Strength: 64
Agility: 49
Endurance: 41
Intelligence: 48
Charisma: 80
Attribute points: 67
Soul skills: [Devour (Lv 10)] [Hell Chain (Lv 2)] [Nephalem Form]
Passive Skills: [Insatiable Hunger (Lv 2)] [Aphrodisiac Aura (Lv 2)] [Ghoul's Resilience (Lv 6)]
Active Skills: [Succubus' Feast (Lv 11)] [Cinder of Souls (Lv 2)] [Vampire Sight(Lv 2)] [Hive-Queen(Lv 2)] [Ashen Hollow (Lv2)] [Share (Lv2)] [Queen of Serpents(Lv2)]
...
"Hmm... my stats increased a lot," I noted. My charisma went up to 80 points? That's a huge jump, and the rest of my physical stats also increased quite a bit.
Health, mana, and stamina too.
But the biggest changes were in my skills.
Aside from "Hell Chain," which was a divine skill that cannot be upgraded with normal means, every single skill I have increased by one level.
For my "Cinder of Souls," Level 2 allows me to summon 30 Cinder Wraiths instead of 10. Their strength also increased, and from now on, the Cinder Wraiths would retain their intelligence and skeleton from when they were alive.
No longer just a human skeleton. I can summon a minotaur skeleton, a wolf skeleton, and maybe even a... a dragon skeleton?
All I have to do is devour them.
Ashen Hollow will store more souls—100, to be exact.
Even the new skill that I acquired as a quest reward got upgraded.
...
[Queen of Serpents (Lv 2): You can now command and communicate with all serpentine creatures, including lamias, nagas, basilisks, and lesser drakes.
Able to summon snakes. Their loyalty is absolute, but their strength depends on your level and willpower.
New: able to share senses with commanded serpents.]
...
"That's pretty good," I mused. "I could use snakes to scout or lay traps. Sharing senses with them is a huge advantage."
"Let's test it out," I said, focusing on my skill, trying to summon a snake.
"!!!"
Instantly, a familiar sensation washed over me, right between my thighs.
"You've got to be kidding me!"