When going on his daily morning runs, it was extremely common to have zero interactions with anyone else. Part of the reason for that was there weren’t many people up that early in the day, but what was probably a bigger contributing factor was the tendency Korean people to mind their own business. Not that Seojun minded; in fact, he liked it that way. Being alone in his thoughts while feeling the wind through his hair and on his skin and his feet pushing off against the pavement to propel his body forward was all the reason he needed to partake in this daily ritual.
So, when a sudden yank to his arm sent him tumbling into an alleyway, to say that he was shocked was an understatement. In fact, shocked was probably the wrong word to use: terrified was more appropriate, at least initially. What diffused that feeling was faceplanting into a pillowy surface, only realizing what it was when his arms hastily wrapped around a smaller frame, a pair of shoulders.
Seojun pulled himself back in a hurry, stumbling over his words as he stammered out a, “Sorry!”
“Sorr—” Now that he was back firmly on his feet, he could see the person who had abruptly pulled him off the sidewalk: a young woman, an insanely attractive young woman, wearing a confused yet bright smile, who stood at perhaps around Sunny’s height with a bust to match. “Why did you apologize? I’m the one who suddenly pulled you over.”
“Um, no, it was because—” now that he thought about it, was this woman a succubus? He had been trying to get the idea out of his head, that all insanely attractive women were succubae or otherwise demonesses, but the fact that she did what she did and seemed to recognize him added to his suspicion. “—I faceplanted into your, um,” his eyes darted to her impressive rack, diverting his gaze just as quickly, “yeah. Sorry about that.”
The woman, or succubus, paused for a second, maintaining the same confused expression before letting out a giggle that Seojun could only describe as magical. His mood wasn’t bad at all, and in fact was pretty good after having had the chance to feel the woman’s ample bosom against his face, even if by accident, but hearing the almost musical sound made his mood improve tenfold, it felt. Subconsciously, a smile spread across his lips as she replied, “You’re interesting. But, more importantly: do you wanna prank Taeyeon?”
That all but confirmed that this was a succubus he was talking to, and from her approachable demeanor, he surmised she was friendly. Maybe the encounter with Jessica made him drop his guard too much … but whether that was the case or not, the current problem at hand as something else. “Um, ‘prank’? How?”
“I want to surprise her into thinking that I manifested my Trait as a brainwashing ability. So, basically, all you’ll have to do is listen to my commands.”
Well, that answered one question, but didn’t answer perhaps the most pressing ones. “Sorry, first of all, can I have your name?”
“Oh!” Realizing her mistake, the succubus let out a sheepish chuckle. “Sorry! I was so excited when I saw you on my way over to Taeyeon’s house that I forgot my basic manners. I’m Yeri, I’m an offspring of Taeyeon.”
Hm? ‘Offspring’? Seojun was under the impression that succubae couldn’t get pregnant. Was he mistaken?
“Offspring…?”
“Yep! She made me into a succubus a few decades ago.” Ah, so that’s what she meant. Not that Taeyeon gave birth to her, but that she transformed her into a succubus…?
Seojun never really gave much thought to how it was that succubae existed, mostly because every encounter with one quickly devolved into fucking, but now that he gave it some thought, it made sense that they were derived originally normal women. That led him to the curious topic of how a succubus gets created … maybe through a ritual similar to the Servant Ritual he had partaken in twice?
“And I suppose you know that I’m Taeyeon’s servant, then?” Yeri nodded. “Why did you want to prank her?”
“Because it’s fun! Why else?”
Seojun did admit, the idea of catching the usually in-control and stoic demoness flustered and off guard did seem interesting. But, the other reason for wanting to follow along was the infectious energy that Yeri was exuding. With how brightly she was smiling and just the positive energy that seemed to emanate from her relatively small frame, it was hard not to comply with her request.
“I’ll do it.”
She let out an excited squeal in response. “I promise not to tell you to do anything too crazy,” she said, stopping short upon grabbing his hand.
“Hm? Is something wrong?”
“Oh…” Did he do something? Was his hand sweaty? Seojun’s mind buzzed with all the possible reasons for Yeri’s sudden pause, but as abruptly it happened, so too did she recover. “No, nothing’s wrong.” Having recovered, she didn’t go back to her energetic, peppy self that she introduced to Seojun. It was a deeper, more sexual tone that she had switched to, and Seojun could guess as to why that was.
But it wasn’t like he could act on it out here in public. It was only when they returned home that he began to wonder about her slight change in demeanor, but that thought went by the wayside when Yeri started giving him instruction on how to act.
Seojun wasn’t much of an actor, but if all there was to it was to obey Yeri’s commands, how hard could it be?
“I’m home~”
“Stay here for now,” Yeri whispered to him, jumping up from the couch.
“Taeyeon!”
“Oh, Yeri, you’re here already?” the older demoness said, greeting her offspring with a hug.
“Yep! You’ll never guess what happened recently!”
Taeyeon laughed. “Wow, you’re more energetic than usual. Have you met Seojun already?”
“Oh! Yep, that’s part of what I wanted to show you!” Taeyeon pursed her lips and pulled eyebrows together in confusion. “Seojun, you can come out now!”
He got up, walking towards the two with as neutral of a facial expression as he could maintain. Of all the things they talked about, how his default modus operandi should be wasn’t among those, so he could only hope Yeri was fine with his decision of using a neutral expression. Although, thinking about it a bit more, maybe it was a bad decision when he thought about the commands Yeri might get him to do. “Yes, Miss Yeri?”
“Seojun?” Taeyeon’s eyes darted between Yeri and Seojun as she pulled away from the hug. “How was your morning run?” Seojun, however, kept his gaze on Yeri, the pleasant, customer service smile similarly directed at her. “Seojun?”
“Go ahead and answer Taeyeon, Seojun.”
He turned to his Mistress and answered, “It was pretty good, Miss Taeyeon. I had the good fortune of running into Miss Yeri during it which made my morning run all the better.”
Taeyeon let out a hearty laugh at that. “I see ‘Miss Yeri’ has grown on you. Are you doing some kind of roleplay, calling me ‘Miss Taeyeon’? I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?”
“No! Who do you take me for, Taeyeon?”
“Are you or are you not a succubus who feeds on any and every guy she can find?”
Yeri opened her mouth to defend herself but no words came out. Taeyeon cocked her eyebrow, only to be met with an indignant, “But, it all tastes so good! I think the better question is how you can resist not feeding off every guy you see. You know, it took a lot of restraint to not feed off anyone when coming over here.”
Taeyeon smiled in response, a kind of gentle smile a mother might direct at her daughter after catching her sneakily eating from the cookie jar. “Yes, I’m proud of you, but an offspring of mine can do better. Feeding with no regards to quality is the very reason why your Trait has yet to manifest, Yeri-ah.”
“Oh, that’s what I wanted to tell you! My Trait did manifest!”
Again, Taeyeon cocked her eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Yeah! See?” she said, pointing at Seojun. “Let me demonstrate: Seojun, do ten squats.”
Seojun laughed to himself at the rather strange request but obeyed nonetheless, not paying much mind to the onlooking Taeyeon as he did the brief exercise before standing back up and returning his gaze on Yeri.
“So your Trait is to coerce people into doing exercise? Maybe I should hire you as a personal trainer…”
“No!” Seojun nearly laughed at Taeyeon’s remark, and again when Taeyeon let out her full, deeper laugh. “My Trait is the ability to brainwash people.”
“Ah, is that so? What’s the activation condition?”
“It’s touching—touching while exchanging bodily fluids.”
Taeyeon nodded, eyes glazing over as if in deep thought before responding, “On second thought, hiring you would be a problem. I can’t have you feeding off every man who comes to work out at my gym.”
“I wouldn’t—I mean, aren’t you proud of me?”
“Hm?” Taeyeon’s eyes refocused onto the brightly smiling succubus in front of her. “Of course! Good job! That’s a very interesting Trait you acquired, but make sure to not force people to do things like wire their entire bank account to you, ok?”
Yeri giggled, Seojun just barely being able to contain his laughter. “You know I would never do that!” Thankfully, Taeyeon didn’t seem to be paying attention to him or she might’ve otherwise seen him breaking character. “Do you wanna see more?”
“Yes,” Taeyeon replied, turning her attention to Seojun. This is the point Seojun started to sweat a little; Yeri promised to not give him over-the-top requests, but Yeri seemed like the type of girl—succubus—to take things too far when hyped up too much.
“Seojun … hm, what should I tell him to do?”
“How about something like ‘try to lick your own elbow’?”
In response to that, Seojun directed some very angry thoughts towards Taeyeon. “Oh! Yeah, try to lick your elbow, Seojun.” Why did she have to say that?
He nonetheless obeyed, pulling his arm back and sticking his tongue out as far as he could go. Seojun could only hope the tips of his ears weren’t turning red as he tried, hopelessly, to touch his tongue with the end of his forearm. Thankfully, it was barely ten seconds before Yeri said, “Ok Seojun, you can stop now.”
Hearing their laughter while he did it gave him conflicting feelings: while it embarrassed him even more since he knew how ridiculous he looked and knew they were probably laughing at that, at least he seemed to be entertaining to them. Was the second part a plus? Seojun wasn’t sure.
“What about this: Seojun, lick my elbow.”
Seojun just barely stopped himself from making a face at the request, stepping forward and bending his head down while sticking his tongue out to touch his tongue with the elbow Yeri presented to him.
“How did he know which elbow you meant?”
Oh. That wasn’t an issue was it?
“Well, I mean, it’s pretty obvious with how I stuck my elbow like that, right? Oh, you can stop now Seojun.”
“I see … so he’s connected to your intentions?”
Uh oh. Taeyeon wasn’t onto them, was she? “No, it’s more like, ‘this elbow was the fastest way to obey the command, so he licked it’.” Oh. That was a good save.
“I see. That makes sense.” Still, Seojun couldn’t get a read on her. The way she talked and responded almost seemed like she was simply entertaining them, but Seojun wasn’t sure he knew her enough to be able to make that judgement. But Yeri didn’t really seem concerned, and if she wasn’t concerned, then Seojun figured he should trust Yeri.
“Should we step it up a notch?” Ok, maybe trusting Yeri wasn’t the best idea. “Seojun, kiss my cleavage.” Actually, trusting Yeri was probably the best freaking idea he’s ever had.
“Already going there, huh?”
“Hey,” Yeri protested as she bared her cleavage at Seojun, who was lowering his head to it, “It’s not like I told him to lick my pussy or anything. Yet.”
Was she going to tell him to do that? Because if she was, Seojun hoped she forgot the stipulation that she wouldn’t request anything over-the-top from him. He would obey that request in a heartbeat.
“Wow, he’s really going at it, isn’t he?” Taeyeon noted, watching him planting his lips against the soft intersection of both breasts leaking out from the bottom side of her V-neck. “You’ve been kissing there for a long time already Seojun, shouldn’t you stop already?”
Seojun had just begun to move to obey before remembering that she was only supposed to be obeying Yeri. Luckily, he was able to pass off the shifting motion as shuffling to get a better access to her cleavage.
“What, are you getting jealous? Seojun, go ahead and kiss Taeyeon’s cleavage.”
“Yah, you aren’t making fun of me, are you?” Taeyeon said with laughter in her voice, watching Seojun straighten his back and make his way towards his Mistress.
“What? Your boobs are actually pretty nice though?”
“Actually, I have a question,” Taeyeon said, placing a gentle but firm hand on his head. What was he supposed to do here? He was supposed to obey Yeri and push past Taeyeon’s resistance, right? Or was this slight bit of resistance enough reason to stop? “What happens if you give him a vague instruction, sort of like what I did just now?”
“Oh. Hm…” Well, that was two things they didn’t decide beforehand. At the present, Seojun was applying a light force against Taeyeon’s palm but letting her stop him. “…should we test it?” She redirected her gaze to Seojun, remembering her previous request and saying, “Oh, you can stop now, Seojun.”
“We could test a bunch of stuff with your Trait, can’t we? Like, asking him to do impossible things?” Seojun was now beginning to regret taking part in Yeri’s prank. Why was he even still following along? Taeyeon was very clearly not flustered nor did it seem likely that she would get caught off guard. “But, on the other hand, we probably shouldn’t just in case. Unless you’ve tested that already…?”
Yeri shook her head. “Is there anything else you want to see Seojun do?”
“Hm…”
“Oh, I know! Seojun, come behind me and try to pick me up by my boobs.” Seojun was incredibly glad he was still taking part in this charade. In what other scenario would he get to do something like this?
“Now I know you’re making fun of me.”
Yeri laughed. “What?”
“Look at you, pretending you aren’t trying to flaunt the fact that your boobs are big enough to be picked up by,” Taeyeon said as Seojun made his way behind Yeri.
This time, Yeri didn’t try to deny it, instead shooting a playful grin at the older succubus before letting out sharp gasp in response to Seojun’s arms wrapping around her thin frame and taking a firm hold of her bosom and a squeal as he lifted her off the ground.
Right away, Seojun could tell fulfilling the request would be challenging; despite how light she was, he still had to use his knees to prop her up. Even as he continued lifting her further away from the ground, mostly by pushing her body up his torso, bending backwards to shift her center of mass made lifting her just barely manageable. The biggest problem wasn’t that though; it was his poor grip on the relatively slippery surface of her top. “Wait, Seojun, put me down for a second!” Seojun obeyed, letting Yeri plop down back in front of him. “My shirt is too slippery, right? I’ll take it off, then try again.”
Seojun wasn’t sure why Yeri insisted so much on seeing this request through, but he wasn’t one to complain. Feeling the weightiness of her clothed rack was already amazing enough, but the thought of being able to feel the soft skin and plush texture against his palm made him salivate.
“Wow, you’re really trying hard to do this, huh?”
Yeri giggled, throwing her top off in one fluid, practiced motion. “Why not? It’s fun! Alright, go ahead, Seojun!”
Seojun bent down again, his arms this time burrowing beneath Yeri’s armpits and firmly trapped there by her arms, his hands reaching back around to grip the supple skin of her breasts. His fingers sunk into the soft mounds as if they were made of Jello, but all it meant was that he needed to tighten his grip. Yeri let out another squeal, her tail wrapping around his waist for support, as Seojun took a brief moment to relish in the pleasure of holding her weighty milk jugs. As much as Seojun wanted to make more time to feel them up, to feel its heft knead and bounce in his palms, and as tempting as the semi-erect nipples grazing his palm were to squeeze and pinch, he knew doing so would break the illusion of being brainwashed by Yeri’s ‘Trait’.
So, instead, Seojun just repeated the process, propping her up with his knees, bending backwards to stabilize their center of mass—this time, however, with the improved grip Yeri’s taut skin, Seojun was able to lift her right off the ground. Yeri locking her feet against the backside of his knees and tightening the grip of his waist with her tail definitely helped, but Seojun couldn’t help but feel pleasantly impressed with himself. Was it the strength increase from the two Servant Rituals? Or maybe the time he spent at the gym? Or Yeri’s lightness? A combination of all three?
“Ooh, good job, Seojun.”
Mixed in his feeling of amazement at himself was arousal; after shifting his grip of Yeri’s boobs downwards to better support her weight, his hold of the young succubus stabilized. And with the stability was the freedom to fully enjoy the fullness of her bags of flesh sitting in his hands.
“This is so weird!”
“You were the one who requested it, though…?”
“I know, but I’ve never done this before!”
Taeyeon chuckled. “What was that? A sexual position you haven’t partaken in before? You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Yerim-ah.”
Yeri stuck her tongue out at Taeyeon. “You’re just jealous you wouldn’t be able to experience this~”
Taeyeon let out an indignant scoff at that. “What? You really—”
“While we’re at it, you should carry me somewhere, Seojun.”
Taeyeon got the hint almost immediately, her eyes widening as she said, “You aren’t going to suggest…”
“The weather’s pretty nice, take me outside!”
Sure, they were far enough away from their neighbors that they might be able to get away with it, but … where was Yeri’s sense of shame? Actually, where was his sense of shame? Why was he so readily obeying the command?
“Yah Kim Yerim, you’re feeling really adventurous today, aren’t you?” Despite the sarcastic words, Taeyeon still opened the door for the two as they neared it.
“I think you mean ‘fun-loving’,” Yeri said, sticking her tongue out playfully at her ‘parent’ as she passed her, “you should try it some time and not be so stuck-up.”
Taeyeon scoffed in part disbelief and part bemusement. “You’re my offspring, but why are you so much like Tiffany?”
Fatigue had begun to settle into Seojun’s muscles a few seconds into standing at the doorstep of their house, but a more pressing matter was the slight shivering he could feel Yeri doing in his hands. But his hands, or rather his lips, were tied—he wasn’t allowed to talk unless spoken to. “Speaking of Tiffany, where is she? I heard she started living with you.”
“Oh? And where did you hear that from?”
“From her!”
“What—actually, never mind, I think I can imagine what you were doing with Tiffany. Although, now that she acquired a servant recently, I can’t imagine…”
But, as much as Seojun could feel his muscles start to ache, the pleasing sensation of Yeri’s sizable mounds in his hands and her hardening nipples pushing against his palms nullified that detriment. He tried not to make the slight squeezing motions he was doing too obvious; Seojun understood that it was a potential threat to the ‘prank’ they were trying to pull on Taeyeon (that seemed to have failed, but Seojun was more than willing to continue to comply if Yeri was going to give him these types of orders), but he couldn’t help himself. With the pair of full, hefty tits in his hands, as a man, he almost had no choice but to indulge in their jelly-like softness, his fingers sinking into its pliable surface with ease. “O-Oh, that’s why she just watched…”
Hearing the stutter in her voice gave Seojun hesitation, but thankfully Taeyeon voiced his concerns. “It is still winter, are you not cold?”
“I a-am, but that’s part of the fun!”
Taeyeon smiled and shook her head. “See, this is why I am, as you say, ‘stuck-up’. I don’t see the appeal of exposing myself to the winter’s chills.”
“It’s stimulating! Oh, I’m probably getting a little heavy, aren’t I? Seojun, you can let me down.” He obeyed, Yeri hopping onto the ground after getting sufficiently lowered. While Seojun instantly started to miss her boobs filling his hands, the reprieve his muscles gained from not having to hold her helped to negate it. She turned around, holding both elbows with her hands under her tits, inadvertently—or, perhaps intentionally—pushing them out. However, there was something that seemed slightly different about her … while she still appeared jovial, it looked as though some of it had been replaced with something else. What that something else was, Seojun couldn’t quite put his finger on. “Well? What do you think of my Trait, Taeyeon?”
Taeyeon pondered the question for a bit before replying, “Is it ok if I verify something?”
Yeri, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, said, “Sure.”
With that, Taeyeon walked behind Seojun and pulled his pants down.
“Wha—” the interjection escaped Seojun’s lips before he could remember to suppress it, but Yeri didn’t seem to mind. In fact, with her eyes landing squarely onto the rock-hard cock that had popped out of his pants made Seojun realize that something else was lust.
“So big…”
Similarly to Seojun’s reaction, the whispered words of amazement escaped Yeri’s lips before she even realized she had a façade to maintain. But, by then, Taeyeon had a triumphant grin on her face. “I knew it. You were trying to trick me, weren’t you?”
“Hm?” Yeri snapped out of it, ripping her gaze away from Seojun’s member and back onto Taeyeon. “No! I—” met with Taeyeon’s unflinching smile, Yeri paused, sighed, and then said, “…yeah…”
Taeyeon giggled at her offspring’s hesitant admission. “First things first, let’s go back inside, shall we? And,” Taeyeon’s tail picked up the hem of his pants from the ground, delivering back into Seojun’s waiting hands, who proceeded to stuff his hard-on with some difficulty, “sorry about that, Seojun-ie.”
He shook his head. “Sorry, I met Yeri on my morning run and thought it might be a fun idea to try to prank you, but it looks like it failed spectacularly.”
Taeyeon laughed, Yeri quipping as the three of them walked back inside, “How did you figure out?”
“Yerim-ah, you are half a millennium away from being able to trick me,” Taeyeon said, holding the door open for the two before following shortly behind them, “But also, if you want to try to trick me in the future, you should consider taking some acting classes beforehand.”
Yeri pouted, ignoring the shirt she had thrown on the floor and plopping herself right down on the stool in the kitchen’s island table. “Yeah … do you know a place I can sign up for acting classes, Taeyeon?”
“I think one of the universities I’m a chairwoman for has acting classes, although I am unsure of its quality. I would have to look into it, although we would also need to consider overseas options if you want the broadest range of—Yerim, are you even listening?” When Seojun redirected his gaze to Yeri, sure enough, her eyes seemed to have glazed over.
“Hm?”
“Let me guess: after having direct contact with Seojun and seeing his cock in the flesh, you can’t stop thinking about it.”
Seojun didn’t really have many female friends, much less female friends that spoke so candidly as Taeyeon did around him. He always figured guys, being the more sexually-driven sex of the two, were the ones who fantasized and salivated at the sexy body parts of the fairer sex, but never really stopped to think if the other way around happened. Heck even females couldn’t help but stop to appreciate a fine ass or a fine pair of tits, right? But seeing Yeri unabashedly nod in confirmation of Taeyeon’s accusation ballooned Seojun’s chest with pride. Although maybe it was undeserved because it was granted by Sunny … but on the other hand, Sunny only granted it to him because, as she had noted, he had ‘honed’ his life force, albeit unintentionally.
“You could tell how much of a delicacy my Seojun is, couldn’t you?” Yeri nodded again, and Seojun could’ve sworn she was this close to straight up drooling. “Ah, I almost forgot. You think everyone is a delicacy, don’t you?”
“What? No, I—”
“If you didn’t feed so indiscriminately, maybe your Trait would’ve manifested already.” Oh, so that’s how that worked? “You should be pickier with the men you feed on.” And then there was the other, hotter, thought: Yeri, fully in the nude (which wasn’t even that difficult considering she was currently topless), in a dimly lit alleyway, surrounded by a swarm of men with their pants down and cocks out, violating the lewdly moaning succubus whose only response was to beg for more. The visualization of such a scene instantly hardened Seojun’s slowly softening erection.
“But I can’t help it when everyone triggers my senses so much! How do I even train them?”
“Since you’re my precious offspring, I’ll offer you Seojun’s services. With him, you’ll definitely acquire a sense for quality.” Save from Boa, all the sex he’s had has been augmented by a succubus’s Trait. However, the thought of fucking Yeri, who had no such Trait, was equally appealing; no gimmick, no enhancement, just the full enjoyment of each other’s bodies. And Seojun had a feeling he would enjoy Yeri’s body a lot. “Feel free to stop by as often as you’d like for the next week or two. After you get a taste of true quality, I can guarantee you’ll start being pickier.” And if this was going to happen multiple times for the next week or two … Seojun’s cock twitched just thinking about it.
Yeri pouted. “I don’t even know if I want to do that anymore though, I don’t wanna be picky.”
“You don’t have to be as picky as me; Tiffany designated Seojun as her Servant and still enjoys feeding on various different men.”
“Oh.” With that, Yeri’s expression changed, now clearly more on board with the idea. “In that case, I’ll take you up on that offer!”
“Seeing as you’re already here, why don’t you start now?”
Yeri looked like she had been waiting for those words, jumping out of the stool as soon as the words came out of Taeyeon’s mouth, flying into Seojun’s hastily opened arms. “I’ll be in your care,” she whispered to Seojun, pressing her head against his exposed chest after her tail had whipped around to violently tear the clothing from Seojun’s body.
Expenditure on clothes were an unexpected byproduct of his new life, specifically when it came time for Tiffany to feed. While Seojun wasn’t too keen on having to buy even more clothes, trading them for the knowledge of the depths of Yeri’s desperation and impatience was something he was more than willing to pay—he had an overabundance of capital, after all.
“Let’s move upstairs.”
Seojun bent down, this time lifting her by sweeping her legs off the floor. However, when Seojun turned towards the staircase, Yeri resisted, adamantly shaking her head. “Too far. Living room.”
Having no reason to object, he swiftly made his way to the couch in the living room and deposited her on it. “How do you want to be fucked?”
“Oh, fuck me anyway you want. I was the one giving you orders before, now it’s your turn. Treat me like your personal sex slave; I’m all yours, baby.”
Her seductive voice that was warm enough to melt lead, the alluring facial expressions that sapped his soul from his body, Seojun couldn’t tell which of the two affected him more. All he knew was that her words were an open invitation to continue to indulge in those tits he had his eyes on since meeting her as much as he could.
But, as much as he wanted to jump straight into it, there was no way he could just ignore the look Yeri was giving him. Or rather, giving it: the steadily growing monster attached to his hips.
“You really can’t take your eyes off my cock, can you?” Yeri unabashedly shake her head, not even lifting her eyes to do so, and nearly making Seojun laugh. It was like the role-reversal of the ‘my eyes are up here’ cliché, except Seojun didn’t mind that Yeri couldn’t meet his eyes at all. “I’ll allow you to touch it before we get started then.”
Yeri let out a squeal that was a bit too adorable for their given situation, but those feelings quickly transformed into lust when her slim digits tapped against the side of his shaft, delicately at first but with increasing tightness as they wrapped around his sensitive rod. Seojun’s fingers curled into fists, a sharp inhale holding back the moan that threatened to escape from the surge of pleasure from her fingers.
“Wow, I’ve never seen one this big before…” Yeri said in a wispy voice of amazement, her other hand joining the first. Feeling the veiny, pulsating shaft against her fingers as she slowly, steadily pumped it, all other sensations except for her sense of touch and sight quickly vanished. Seojun noticed it too, how the drool this time flowed freely from the corners of her lips, dribbling to the sharp edge of her chin, and although he wished she would move faster, he didn’t want to rush her. No matter how many times a succubus marveled at it, Seojun felt his chest swell with pride all the same, and that boost of ego was all he needed to temporarily discard his lust.
It took Yeri a few more seconds to snap out of it, wiping the saliva off her face by bringing to closer to his cock to wipe it with her wrist. With her lips so close to the object of her admiration, Yeri couldn’t help but lean her head forward just a little bit more to lightly peck the hood of his blooming mushroom. Seojun let out a moan, waves of pleasure rippling up his spine at the feeling of the warm, velvety texture of her luscious lips gently caressing his sensitive tip.
“Fuck, Yeri…”
A smile spread on her lips when she pulled back, leaning back in to plant a few more kisses along the upper half of his shaft. Seojun let out another swear, the smacking sounds of her lips joining the droning of the heater.
“Does that feel good, babe?”
The only other time he could recall that pet name being used on him was the first threesome he had with Tiffany and Taeyeon. There was something so intimate about the word, especially spoken by such a smoking hot succubus, that caused his already rock-hard cock to twitch, lightly smacking the unsuspecting demoness on the nose.
“Sorry—”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she replied with a giggle, resuming in her pumping the lower half of his shaft. “It’s so thick and veiny, but more importantly, your musk is so overwhelming…” Leaning forward to give his cock another kiss, she was rewarded this time with a sliver of precum leaking out the tip. Yeri instantly jumped at the appetizer, her tongue lapping up the fluid and redirecting it into her mouth instantly. The eagerness, and the following widening of her eyes and ecstatic, low, sexy moan that emanated from her throat in response only caused Seojun to get harder, which apparently was possible.
“See what I mean by ‘true quality’?”
Yeri slowly nodded. “I never understood why you always made such distinction, but now I think I can understand.”
“Much better than the normal guys you pick off the street, right?” Yeri nodded, this time wrapping the glans in her lips. Seojun let out another moan, the soft, wet membrane softly, carefully, masterfully caressing the tip of his dick. “That was only his precum. You can imagine what his actual cum tastes like.”
“Oh, fuck,” Yeri moaned, releasing his dick, a shudder running through her body. Had she already not been seated on the couch, her knees might’ve buckled at how weak they had become at the mere thought. “Can I start? Seojun?”
The adorable way she looked up at him that especially juxtaposed the monster of a penis she was wielding between her tiny little hands might’ve made Seojun laugh if he didn’t get so turned on by it. But, as much as he wanted to oblige, he could tell from the awkward way Yeri’s legs were bent and the upward angle of her face that this position, of him standing in front of her seated on the couch, wasn’t going to work.
“Let’s switch.”
Yeri nodded, jumping off the couch and slotting in between Seojun’s parted legs as he took his spot on the couch, right next to a conspicuously sofa cushion decorated with a dark, relatively-oval shaped mark. Was that from Yeri? Did that mean she wasn’t wearing any panties? How did he not notice when he was carrying her by her boobs earlier? Was he really so engrossed in her tits that he didn’t notice?
He didn’t have much time to ponder the query as the feeling of Yeri’s soft digits brushing against his hardened cock blew away anything else in his mind. “Shit—” She didn’t give Seojun any time to acclimate to the shockwaves of pleasure assaulting his body, which only intensified when the young succubus started to plant kisses along the tip of his dick. “—Yeri, god…”
She glanced upwards, her lips still planted on his dick, and shot a quick smile at him. Everything about her: the warmth and wetness of her thick, full lips; the excitement exuding from her, present in both her energetic movements and her shining eyes; and now, the exuberant smile from her that only showed in her eyes, as her lips were currently occupied with the glans of his penis.
“That feels so good Yeri, keep doing that…”
Not only did Yeri obey, she went above and beyond: after stabilizing her lips’ grasp of his dick, her hands reached downwards to retrieve the jugs of fat pressing against his upper thigh. She shifted her body upwards to create the space for it, then promptly enveloping the lower half of his cock with them.
“Yeri, your boobs are bigger than Tiffany’s, right?” While she turned to face her ‘parent’, Taeyeon continued, “Never mind, you can tell just from looking. You’ll be able to enjoy a lot of actual titjobs from Yeri in the next week or two. Good for you, Seojun.”
Yeri removed her lips from his dick anyway, saying, “Why not just make your boobs bigger? Can your Trait do that?”
Taeyeon shook her head. “It ends up looking really weird, and isn’t very practical to use, either.” Seojun furrowed his brows, briefly trying to imagine what it would be like for Taeyeon to use her Trait to artificially enlarge her bust size.“Actually, why don’t you live here while I’m away for the next few weeks?”
“Hm?” Yeri said, turning her eyes back to Taeyeon after dipping her head back down onto Seojun’s crotch. “You’re going away?”
Seojun, however, found himself barely able to pay much attention to their conversation as Yeri hadn’t yet paused the titjob. The sensation was amazing and the pressure the heavy bags of flesh were able to exert on his cock, but the visual of it was mesmerizing in its own right. Seeing them bounce with each pump was just incredibly satisfying to watch, and combined with how good they felt, Seojun felt like he could do this all day.
“I already told Seojun this, but I have some business to attend to that I’ll need to be away for probably around two weeks. Hopefully no longer than two weeks, but I’ll have to see.”
“Oh, sounds fun.”
“It won’t be,” Taeyeon replied, earning a giggle from Yeri, “but they’re expecting me to be there, and I have responsibilities as a chairwoman.”
“I’ll take you up on that offer then. However,” Yeri turned her attention back to Seojun, and more specifically, his penis, “there’s something more important than that right now.” As great as Yeri’s tits felt against his cock, the steady, repetitive motion was starting to soften his erection. However, all it took to reverse that was one kiss to the frenulum. “Sorry for neglecting you, I’ll make sure to treat you better.” Somehow, the baby voice Yeri used to address his cock wasn’t so much demeaning as it was arousing. When a woman as smoking hot as Yeri did that, Seojun figured there was probably no other reasonable response other than to get more turned on, especially when it was followed up shortly after with more kisses along the length. However, as the lower half was still occupied with her boobs, she had to stop halfway down the shaft, coming back up and ending by planting another kiss at the tip.
“Yeri…”
“Did that feel good?”
“Fuck yes, that felt amazing.”
Yeri nodded with content and after a short few-second pause, lowered her mouth onto his dick. However, she stopped short of making contact with it, instead parting her lips. Out dribbled a stream of silvery liquid, the warmth coating the still slightly sensitive upper-half of his dick causing Seojun to grit his teeth.
“Shit.”
When Yeri was finally satisfied with the amount of saliva she had deposited onto his cock, she moved her boobs further up, slathering the slightly viscous liquid along the length of his cock. But, as she soon found out, even after dribbling more saliva than she figured she needed, it still proved to be insufficient to coat all eight inches.
“Wow, I need more, huh…”
“That’s good enough—” Seojun stopped himself short at a sudden realization: she wasn’t doing this for his sake, she was doing it for the sake of her own throat. “Um—”
Yeri, however, nodded obediently, the lowering of her head this time causing her lips to touch the mushroom-shaped head of his penis at first, swallowing more and more of his member until just barely half of it disappeared inside it.
Sighs and moans streamed out Seojun’s lips, Yeri halting at the almost halfway mark to work her tongue around his engorged shaft. “Yeri, it’s so good…”
Upon hearing her name called out, the younger succubus directed her gaze up, beaming a luminescent smile at the unsuspecting succubus servant. It was a surprise, then, when Yeri came up to breathe. Before he could question her, Yeri said, “If you like that, then you’ll definitely like position I have in mind.”
She stood up, motioning for Seojun to get off the couch. He obeyed, watching Yeri with a confused eye as she laid her body along the couch faceup, positioning her neck on the armrest with her head dangling upside-down off the side. The way her body arched over the armrest pushed her boobs upwards, accentuating them further, even drawing the attention of Taeyeon’s eyes. They looked so soft, so bouncy, so squeezable … and the pink nubs that sprouted off the top of those mounds like cute little buttons, just waiting, begging to be pinched and bitten … he wasn’t sure what Yeri’s plan was with this strange position, but he figured he would at least wait for her explanation before indulging himself.
“Alright. Come fuck my face like this, Seojun baby~”
Seojun remembered his encounter with Yeoreum, how he was hesitant at first to have sex with someone else in front of Taeyeon. It only a few weeks later since then, but that hesitation was already long gone from the semi-mortal man. Yeri’s use of a pet name and the seductive, inviting tone definitely helped, but perhaps even more than that was the way she parted her lips and stuck her tongue out afterwards in eager anticipation of his cock.
Seojun was more than happy to oblige, one hand grabbing her face while the other guided his cock into her mouth. Yeri’s tongue came out even before they passed her lips, greeting it with a welcoming lick, additionally helping his hand guide the engorged member between the plump, pink tissue and further.
The sight that he beheld was indeed a strange one; he was used to being able to see the facial expressions of the woman giving him the blowjob, watching her eyes crossing or closing, watching her cheeks slowly filling up and her lips settling around the circumference of his girth. This time, all he was able to see was her chin, parts of her cheeks, and her lower lip. The rest of her face lay underneath, obscured mostly by the cock that had already been pushed halfway inside her mouth.
However, as much as Seojun wanted to shove the rest of his length inside the moist, cramped cavern, he was already starting to feel resistance. One thing he was proud of himself for doing was never forcing himself onto the woman—the succubus—he was fucking, no matter how much he got himself into it. Unless, of course, he was given express permission, which was exactly what happened when Taeyeon said, “Yeri can take it. Right?”
The muffled, nasally noise of agreement from the upside-down demoness was all Seojun needed to continue his advance, feeling the suffocating grip of her throat gradually widening and flexing around his massive cock, slowly and steadily burying it deeper and deeper inside her oral cavity. Progress was painfully slow, with the resistance building up more and more as he pushed deeper inside. Aside from the occasional gagging noises, also accompanying the cacophony of erotic sounds was the sloppy sounds of her tongue slurping up the oversized cock wedged down her throat.
A few minutes later, with a few breaks between, Seojun’s cock finally fully sheathed into the throat of the young succubus. Her lips pressed against his crotch, her nose pressed against his scrotum and puffs of air hitting the underside of it, her face save from her chin and the lower parts of her jawline hidden beneath his legs, Seojun had to admit that this was the most unique blowjob he had ever received. Now that she had taken all of it in, Seojun, at a loss as to where to put his hands, quickly found a replacement: the delectable set of boobs that were being pushed into the air from the way her body arched over the armrest.
He leaned forward and grabbed a handful of each in both hands, figuring he had given Yeri enough time to acclimate before properly beginning the face-fucking.
“You’re really enjoying those huge tits of hers, aren’t you?” Seojun briefly looked up to see Taeyeon watching from the other side of the couch. “I can’t really blame you, honestly. I’m a succubus who has lived for over a millennium and even I can’t help looking at them, sometimes.”
“Yeah,” was the only response Seojun was able to give, expending most of his brain power on nailing the back of her throat with his cock. Honestly, he was impressed that Yeri managed to fit it all; he knew that succubae had the innate ability to match the size of their partner, but Yeri seemed a bit too small to be able to fit the eight-inch monster Sunny had granted him. Then again, Yeri had boobs as big as she did despite being even smaller than Taeyeon and perhaps Sunny as well—mismatched sizes seemed to be her thing.
Taeyeon seemed to be left in her own thoughts, allowing Seojun to return the rest of his attention solely onto Yeri. He could hear his balls slapping against her face and honestly felt a little bad about it, but couldn’t help but also get slightly turned on by it. Yeri alternated between deepthroating and holding just the first few inches between her lips, Seojun basking in the pleasure from that as well as the bountiful mounds of flesh yielding to the kneading motions of his hands.
A muffled noise of surprise from Yeri briefly caused Seojun to snap out of it, lifting his head to see the root cause of it: Taeyeon sliding the shorts off her offspring, confirming Seojun’s suspicions that Yeri wasn’t wearing any undergarments. “I’m sure you’re plenty occupied, but I thought I’d be a good unnie and give you a sampler for what’s to come.” Out from behind her flew her tail in the process of transmogrifying into what Seojun could only assume to be his penis. Sure enough, when it was finished, he could faintly feel the softness of Yeri’s thighs in conjunction with her tongue slobbering all over his length, providing enough lubrication to counterbalance the tightness of her throat.
He could start to see Yeri shiver in anticipation as Taeyeon inched the transmogrified tail ever closer to Yeri’s heat, but when she finally reached it, it soon became apparent Taeyeon’s intent was anything but being a good unnie for her. Although the sensation was mostly buried under the waves of pleasure from the half-blowjob, half-deepthroating, he could still feel the sticky wetness of her folds brushing against the tip and along the sides of the upper few inches of his dick, but that was it. He could feel Yeri’s lust grow and patience thin, the muffled moans vibrating from her throat with more and more frequency as Taeyeon continued to tease her junior.
“How is it? Does that feel good?”
Yeri let out another, muffled, impatient whine, the blowjob becoming more and more rough and sloppy. In turn, Seojun could feel his climax approaching at an explosively rapid pace, reflected in both the pace at which he thrusted his cock into her mouth and the firmness with which he squeezed her tits. Sensing the impending orgasm, Taeyeon stepped up the teasing, adding another action onto the repertoire of stroking Yeri’s labia with Seojun’s penis: gently inserting the half-inch inside her blistering hot core before just as quickly pulling out.
“Shit, Yeri…!”
A few thrusts later, he let out a final warning shout before unleashing a torrent of sustenance straight into the back of her throat. Yeri sealed her lips tightly around the circumference of the convulsing member, the increased tightness adding to the ecstatic pleasure that was coursing through his body. His muscles instinctually flexed, causing his toes to curl and his hands to squeeze Yeri’s boobs harder, which further invigorated Yeri. Her tongue worked tirelessly, extracting every last drop of sustenance before releasing her lips’ vice grip onto his cock.
Seojun extracted it from her mouth, stumbling to the side a few steps, ending up in front of the now seated Yeri, her cheeks slightly bulging from the sustenance filling her mouth. As if that sight wasn’t sexy enough, a dribble of the milky substance trickled out from the corner of her mouth, nearly making it to her chin before being caught by the sleek, midnight-black tail whipping out from behind her.
But even more arousing than that was the borderline orgasmic face Yeri was making as her throat bulged and flexed to swallow his seed. A low hum reverberated from her throat, her closed eyes rolling to the back of her head as the bulge in her cheeks gradually disappeared. With every swallow, the humming moan grew in volume. The heaving of her chest grew in parallel, a shudder running through her body.
“Oh, ah, fuck…” the moan erupted from her lips, now freed from their duty to keep Seojun’s cum inside her mouth, “…god … god…”
“See?” Taeyeon, having retrieved her tail from Yeri’s privates, said, “Isn’t my Seojun amazing?”
Yeri nodded, the orgasm wracking her body causing her juices to trickle out her slit and onto the couch’s cushions. In the back of his mind, Seojun noted that he would have to wash those again tomorrow probably. In fact, he had washed the couch’s cushions a good few times already, mostly thanks to Tiffany.
“Yeah … my body feels so tingly, but in a good kind of way…”
“Better than your usual, right?”
She nodded, opening her eyes and quickly finding Seojun. “I want more.”
The benefit of having a significantly reduced refractory period was one of the things Seojun enjoyed most about having undergone Tiffany’s Servant Ritual, and proved its value at that moment. The young succubus jumped off the couch and into Seojun’s arms in one motion, whose reaction time was thankfully sharpened enough to be able to catch her. Not even waiting for Seojun to sit down, Yeri immediately started lowering herself, using her tail to direct his raging erection, red as if angry it had been kept from away from its rightful property all this time, into the source of the heat emanating from her body.
“Mmm, ooh, oh fuck~”
A cacophony of moans was drawn out from her throat, increasing with intensity and volume with every inch that slid into her hot core.
“You’re so impatient,” Seojun commented, enjoying both the pillowy texture of her ass and the tightness of her pussy.
“Fuck, oh god, it’s so big…” It was how wet she became due to Taeyeon’s teasing that allowed Seojun’s cock to slide in like a glove, but as more and more of Seojun entered Yeri, he started to feel the tightness start to become a barrier to advancement. “It’s so big, it’s stretching my pussy out so much, oh my god…”
“You like that?” With his arms preoccupied, Seojun instead followed up the question with an aggressive nibble on her swollen, pink nipples, eliciting another sharp moan from the mewling mess of a demoness in his arms. “You like feeling my cock tearing your tiny little cunt apart?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes! Destroy—oh, oh fuck, are you getting bigger?”
Hearing the mixture of fear and excitement in her voice put a smile on Seojun’s face. “What, you didn’t think that was me fully erect, did you?”
“Oh…” Yeri let out another groan, her thighs and legs tensing as the immortal body built for sex she was granted began working overtime to compensate for the oversized guest inside her womb. “…oh god, oh god, oh god!”
After all this time, one might’ve figured that Seojun was used to the feeling a vagina seemingly only getting tighter, yet somehow still being able to push his manhood deeper. When he felt the hard barrier of her cervix, Seojun lifted Yeri up and slammed his length back inside her, each time ending up deeper inside her until, after a few more thrusts, his balls slapped against the sticky, flopping wet folds of her entrance.
“You love that, huh? You love the feeling of all eight inches of my cock destroying your slutty, naughty little pussy, don’t you?”
Yeri could only respond with moans of affirmation, her eyes closed and her head thrown back, her curvaceous frame bouncing relentlessly on his dick. They only paused for when Seojun decided to relieve his arms of Yeri’s albeit light weight by sitting down on the couch, and while the pause created a sudden halt to the bottomless pit of pleasure Yeri was reveling in, the benefits for doing so was more than made up for when Seojun leaned forward to capture her right breast in his mouth, the other taken by his hand while his free hand wrapped around her small waist for the leverage he needed to pound her into oblivion.
As Seojun revved up, the slapping sounds of Yeri’s bottom smacking against his damp groin, wet with her juices leaking out onto his lap, joined the chorus of sex that was slowly filling up the living room.
“Seojun…”
Although his name was all Yeri managed to get out, he somehow understood the intention behind Yeri calling out his name; he pulled his head back, Yeri meeting his gaze for just a brief second before pulling him into a deep kiss. Right from the get-go, Seojun could feel the building lust in her actions; the kiss was sloppy and she didn’t hesitant to get her tongue involved as soon as their lips touched, but Seojun didn’t mind in the slightest. His hand eventually slid down her body and joined the other at her waist, using the additional leverage to piston into her harder.
A sharp gasp from Yeri went largely ignored by Seojun, who only figured out its meaning a few minutes later, after having alternated the placement of his lips from her tits back to her lips a few times, when he felt the tip of his dick coming into contact with the entrance of another, noticeably tighter, hole.
“You said you wanted more, didn’t you, Yeri?” Taeyeon’s voice drifting in from behind Yeri all but confirmed his suspicions, and also recontextualized that sharp gasp from before.
“Taeyeon—”
“Why don’t I help giving you some ‘more’?”
The sharp gasp that escaped Seojun’s lips were all but drowned out by the high-pitched moan from Yeri at the feeling of her backdoor, having prepped by Taeyeon for some time already, broken and split open by her tail morphed into Seojun’s cock. It was just like how Seojun felt about boobs: no matter how many times he’s seen and fondled the boobs of both Taeyeon and Tiffany, having the chance to do so again never lost its novelty. Similarly, no matter how many times Taeyeon used her Trait to grant Seojun the sensation of fucking multiple holes at once, how amazing it felt never faded. In fact, because she was using her Trait on Yeri, it felt even better than usual; layered on top of the tightness with which her pussy gripped his cock was the burgeoning feeling of the rim of her asshole squeezing his member.
“Aahn, oh, oh fuck!”
Yeri’s loud moans drowned out all the moans and swears flying out of his own mouth, her tail tensing into a straight line in parallel with the tension of her leg muscles and her arching back.
“Is this enough for you, Yerim-ah?” Seojun couldn’t tell if the tension in Taeyeon’s voice was from the strenuous task of pushing his thick, veiny shaft into her puckered brown hole or if it was from her own arousal. Honestly, Seojun couldn’t tell which turned him on more.
“Yes! Fuck, yes!” That slightly strange feeling of being able to feel his cock from the other hole on both sides was admittedly bizarre, especially since Taeyeon was still in the process of fitting his cock into the incredibly tight and frankly undersized hole. “Fuck me harder! Tear my pussy and my ass apart! Ravage both of my holes, pump them full with cum!”
But, as hard as Seojun could tell Taeyeon was trying to shove it in, he was starting to worry if it was even going to fit. While, with Taeyeon or Tiffany, doing double penetration also subjected him to incredible tightness, the question of fitting or not never came into question. It felt that their succubus bodies always accommodated him just before getting to that point he was with Yeri now, beginning to cross over the border between pleasurable and painful tightness.
“Shit, Yeri…”
“God, it’s so big, it’s so big, oh my god, you’re actually going to tear me a new hole…” However, just as he felt like it was going to become painful, Taeyeon started pulling out. The withdrawing motion caused a shudder to ripple across Yeri’s body, the grip of her hands on his deltoids tightening. “Ooh, fuck…”
Seojun, having decided to stay fully sheathed inside her, attempted to help by grinding against her, rotating his hips in a circular motion. He could feel her erect clit grazing the stubbles of his pubic hair, something he made sure to keep relatively well-shaven as a way to ensure he was always ready to perform the duty Taeyeon assigned him, and focused on pressing against that sensitive nub. Immediately, the effect of his efforts were vocalized in the increased volume of Yeri’s moans, positively dripping with the lust and ecstasy that were wracking her body.
“More, god, fuck, more…”
The process continued for the next few minutes, his hands going up to massage and knead Yeri’s tits after Taeyeon took over the task of holding of her hips against his lap. Every time Seojun felt on the verge of the tightness beginning to become painful, Taeyeon withdrew, waited for a few seconds to grant the two a breather, then plunged straight back in. Seojun remembered, during one of their sessions, his Mistress mentioning another benefit she got for having a Servant was that she shared in the sensations that body part felt, albeit with less intensity, and how that increased her appreciation for the female body over time, and figured that was how Taeyeon knew when to start pulling back out.
“How are you holding up, Yerim?” Taeyeon asked her after having pulled all but an inch.
“Just his cock inside my pussy made it feel like my insides were being pulled apart, but feeling it inside my ass too…” Yeri let out another sharp gasp as Taeyeon began pushing it back inside. “I almost can’t believe I’m still intact, but—god, fuck—I can also feel a lot of warmth seeping in from deep inside me…”
“That’s not something you get very often, right?” Yeri shook her head, moment by moment losing the ability to speak with how deep Taeyeon’s transmogrified tail was inside her rear. “What you’re feeling is Seojun’s life force; for guys whose life force is potent enough, you can feel the aura of their life force when they’re inside you. That’s the key indicator for knowing how high-quality the man is.”
As much explanation as Taeyeon was giving Yeri, it seemed to Seojun that her words were going in one ear and out the other with how much she was drowning in ecstasy. The only indication she gave that she was listening was a breathless, “Ok…”
It took a few more in-and-out motions, and when Seojun felt his cock finally colliding with the furthest reaches of her anus, Taeyeon paused to grant her another breather.
“They’re both…?”
With her tongue lolling between her plump, parted lips, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her chest heaving heavily with each breath, a noise somewhere between a whine and a moan coming out every other exhale, it was understandable that Yeri all had all but lost her ability to speak. “Yep, it’s all inside now.”
Seojun himself was gritting his teeth, any semblance of pain having been completely replaced with such ecstatic pleasure that he could barely process Taeyeon’s words. Honestly, Seojun found himself barely able to focus on Yeri’s tits, at that point absent-mindedly kneading and massaging the hefty bags of flesh.
“They’re going to split me apart, oh my god…” she cut herself off with another loud moan as Taeyeon began extracting the penis. Seojun took this as a sign to resume and followed suit. It didn’t take long for Yeri to devolve into a screaming mess, every sense completely overwhelmed with ecstasy. The living room filled with the musk of sweat and sex as more and more of her juices leaked onto his lap, the sounds of her ass slapping against the damp skin growing increasingly louder with their increasingly fervent actions.
With how ferociously Yeri was bouncing on his lap, it became impossible to keep her melons, jiggling with equal ferocity, in his mouth, so Seojun instead elected to just watch her lose herself in lust. He was glad he decided to do so, too, because he quickly became mesmerized at the sight. Even from when he met her in the middle of his run, he could tell Yeri was a top-tier beauty and had a body that more than made up for her lack of height in other places. So, when he was given the opportunity to experience Yeri’s sex face up close, knowing it was him who was causing her to make that face, combined with all the sounds she was making that were music to his ears, all Seojun wanted to do was to experience more of that.
His hands reached out and grabbed ahold of her tits, skipping any teasing and going right for the swollen teats sitting at the top. Yeri let loose another scream, her body letting loose an electric shock that coursed throughout her system.
“You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?”
Yeri could only nod, although honestly Seojun couldn’t tell if she was nodding or if her head was bobbing from how vigorously she was bouncing.
“You love feeling both of your holes being torn open by my cock?”
“Yes, fuck, yes!”
Seojun gave her nipples another squeeze, eliciting another half-yelp half-scream from the young succubus. With every thrust, he could start to feel her clit colliding against his groin and could start to feel the effects of that almost immediately.
“Fuck, fuck, Seojun—”
She barely could finish warning him before achieving climax. Yeri’s body vibrated violently as a gush, or maybe a more accurate term was a tsunami, of her cum washed over his cock. So great was the pressure from it that the demoness’s body was propelled upwards; Seojun, who was instinctively pinning her down as she came, pulled her back all the way down his shaft, causing another wave of ecstasy to extend her orgasm for a few more seconds.
Seojun watched in part awe but mostly in lust, the sensual display of complete loss of control from drowning in her climax pushing him to pump into Yeri’s pussy harder, milking every last drop of her juices that eventually ended with a trickle running from her entrance down to Seojun’s lap, which was by that point completely soaked with her cum.
It was sticky and somewhat warm, but Seojun didn’t mind at all. In fact, it turned him on even more and might’ve caused him to keep at his insanely long and fast strokes if he didn’t notice Taeyeon slowing to a halt.
“Ah…” Yeri let out a pant, falling forward after the Earth-shattering orgasm sapped her body of all her strength, her head ending up against Seojun’s chest, “…wow, fuck, I don’t think I ever came that hard in my life.”
Behind Yeri, Taeyeon was making a gesture that Seojun took a few seconds to understand. Taeyeon was holding two fingers up and rotating them, which he took to be a question posed by the older succubus: ‘Swap?’
Seojun nodded eagerly, an action that went by unnoticed by the Yeri serenely resting on his lap, albeit with two eight-inch cocks still wedged firmly in both holes. “Yerim-ah.”
“Hm?”
“Surely you aren’t already satisfied. You were the one demanding ‘more’, weren’t you?”
“Yeah…”
“I’ll give you more, alright. I’ll pump both your pussy and your ass so full of cum that they’ll turn white.”
That instantly perked Yeri up, who pushed her head off his chest to meet Seojun’s gaze with a challengingly seductive one. “Is that a threat?”
“That’s a promise.”
“Then get pumping, babe~”
Taeyeon pulled her tail out of Yeri, who let out a confused whimper. She barely had the time to shoot Seojun a confused look before Seojun lifted Yeri off the cock attached to his hips, but the look quickly disappeared when she felt the same cock, as lubricated as it ever needed to be with her ejaculate, prodding her asshole. “Oh—!” There was no time to react, Seojun wasting no time in pushing his length into the smaller, tighter hole.
“Shit,” Seojun muttered under his breath, the grip of his hands on her waist tightening as his cock once again pushed wide open her backdoor, fully hilting not ten seconds later as notified by the feeling of her rump pressing against his crotch.
“Fuck—”
“Remember, you asked for this, Yerim-ah.” Seojun redirected his attention to Taeyeon to be met with a sight he was almost—scratch that, definitely—ashamed to be turned on by.
Her tail had returned to its normal shape, but now, protruding out of her hips, was the same dick Seojun was used to seeing attached to his own hips. It was almost comical, the juxtaposition of Taeyeon’s small frame and the monstrous size of his penis attached to her hips. However, the humor seemed to be lost to Yeri, who was looking on in lust and excitement but mostly in fear.
“Wait, Taeyeon—” While looking straight at her, Taeyeon pushed the eight-incher straight into her core. Yeri let out another yelp, a noise that gradually evolved into a moan as she watched his length disappear inside her inch by inch. “Ooh, oh fuck—” Yeri interrupted herself with a sharp gasp, a reaction Seojun assumed was in response to the grinding he was doing against the plump, cushiony surface of her butt.
As great Yeri’s tits felt in his hands and against his cock, her ass felt just as good; while she sported a thin frame, there was no shortage of fat on her ass, which acted as a warm, soft ball massaging his groin. With every rotation of his hips, more of her own juices were transferred onto her ass until, after Taeyeon had finally pushed all eight inches inside her, Seojun couldn’t quite tell how much of the wetness in that region was from her butt and how much was from his loins.
“Taeyeon…”
Taeyeon stayed half-standing half-kneeling on the couch, the pair seated at the very edge of the couch to allow Taeyeon to angle downwards into her ‘offspring’. She held both of her legs in each arm, using them as leverage to push further and harder into her.
“I bet your feeding sessions aren’t usually this good.” Yeri shook her head, brows furrowed, sweat already starting to glean from her forehead. “This is the advantage of having a Trait. If you want your feeding sessions to be this amazing, then you should really start to focus on being more selective.”
“O-Ok…”
There was something incredibly sexy about the sight, but Seojun couldn’t quite place his hand on it. It was some combination of the forbidden-seeming aspect of Taeyeon fucking Yeri as hard as she was despite being her ‘parent’ (albeit not by blood), that Taeyeon was taking the traditionally male fucking position to drill into the mewling and moaning female, the fact that she was still trying to teach the younger succubus something as she was doing so, the otherworldly sex appeal of both parties, and their reactions to the situation that pumped Seojun himself up.
“That’s so sexy…”
Only Taeyeon responded, but she only did so with a slight smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever fucked you like this, have I, Yerim-ah?”
She shook her head, eyes glued to the sight of his cock slowly but surely disappearing inside her. “It’s—shit, it’s so much…”
It didn’t take nearly as long to fit it all inside this time. Seojun, already insanely turned on, didn’t bother to wait, already starting to rev his engine back up, efforts doubling as Taeyeon started as well. It didn’t take long for Yeri to return to a mewling, moaning mess, her entire body shaking with the force of their desynchronized thrusts. A string of unintelligible words tumbled out of her parted lips, her head thrown back against his shoulders, her bosom jiggling in tandem with their increasingly violent double assault. Because of their position, it was Seojun who had to hold onto her waist, but Taeyeon didn’t let the opportunity go to waste; transferring the weight of Yeri’s propped up legs to her tail (one thing Seojun came to learn over the weeks was just how strong a succubus’s tail was, and this feat only reinforced that tidbit of information), Taeyeon’s hands landed on Yeri’s rack.
“These are so big, you really can’t spare your unnie any?”
“I’m … sorry…”
“They’re so fun to play with. So much more fun than mine, and even Tiffany’s I daresay.”
The added visual stimulus of Taeyeon kneading and rolling the plush skin in her palm and fingers further invigorated Seojun. While he’s seen Taeyeon fuck Tiffany before, even with his newly increased size, there was something different about this situation that made it even sexier: was it just the novelty of it being Yeri, her ‘offspring’, that Taeyeon was fucking, or was it maybe Yeri herself? While Tiffany always took it in stride, Yeri seemed a lot more wide-eyed and therefore had more extreme reactions—the high-pitched moans each time Taeyeon hit that sweet spot, the intensity at which she stared at the penis attached to her ‘parent’, Seojun might’ve guessed she was playing it up if he wasn’t seeing it for himself.
Speaking of … why could he see her straight-on like that? Like he was in Taeyeon’s … oh, right.
“Thought you’d like this view, Seojun.”
He nodded. He opened his mouth to reply, but all that came out was a grunt. His own climax was arriving closer by the second, and that had apparently disabled all ability to speak properly.
“Ooh, you’re so sexy, Yerim, getting fucked by me with Seojun’s cock like this…” Seojun could see the effects of his impending orgasm on Taeyeon too, who had also begun thrusting with more vigor. Yeri’s only response was a half-moan, half-scream that sounded something like, ‘more’. Taeyeon turned her attention to their hot connection, giving Seojun a view of his veiny member, glistening with her honey, rapidly sliding in and out of the core sputtering with her juices and landing on Taeyeon’s own crotch before the view suddenly disappeared.
But before Seojun could complain, the question playing at his lips was answered by Taeyeon leaning down, pressing her lips not against Seojun’s, but against Yeri’s lips.
Shit, that is so fucking hot.
Both parties moaned into the kiss, Taeyeon not slowing down the slightest bit as their lips melted together, moving together in a complex dance with perfect synchronicity. That turned out to be the turning point, Seojun quickly shouting out, “I’m cumming—”
At the apex of his last thrust, all the tension came undone at once, his body shuddering and his cock flexing as they emptied their loads in both holes. Taeyeon released their lip lock as it happened, letting Yeri yell in tandem with Seojun as her own orgasm wracked her tiny frame stuffed with two cocks nearly, if not greater, than the length of her face.
“Fuck—”
The ecstatic satisfaction was so strong that Seojun almost felt light-headed by the time he was done, but made sure to not stop to let Yeri fully ride out her own orgasm. When the young succubus’s body had finally stopped convulsing, it went completely limp against Seojun’s sturdier frame, the lewd concoction of their creampie spilling out of her womanhood.
“Ah, god…”
“Pretty good, right?”
Yeri lazily nodded, a barely audible whimper puffed out her lips as Taeyeon unplugged her pussy, causing even more of the creampie to leak out onto the couch and the carpeted floor.
“It’s so … hot…?”
Taeyeon nodded, a proud smile on her lips. While Seojun has seen that exact smile before, he could never get over it; sure, his mother and father smiled proudly at him on (rare) occasion, but seeing it from Taeyeon hit different. It made Seojun feel so much more confident, boosted his own ego, made him feel so much happier than he figured anything else in the world could. “That’s the exact kind of feeling you should be chasing. But don’t worry, you’ll have these two weeks to get used to identifying that feeling.”
“I … see…”
“While we let Yeri absorb all of that,” Taeyeon said, Seojun already in the motion of moving Yeri off his lap, “I’d like to feed off my precious Servant one last time before I have to leave.”
Taeyeon beckoned to Seojun with a suggestive grin on her face, leading Seojun to hasten the process of laying Yeri on the couch to join her on the other couch in the living room, a pink one they got at the behest of Tiffany. But by the time he was standing in front of the couch, she was seated on it, barely hanging off the edge with her eyes pointed at his hardening member, her lips parted and her tongue resting over the top of her bottom lip.
“Well?”
The suggestive sight, of Taeyeon opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue in an obvious preparation for a blowjob, only reinforced by the coaxing question she posed to him, was enough to straighten Seojun right back up to full mast.
Without another word, Seojun stepped forward, grabbing both sides of her head with both hands while she leaned forward into it, using both hands to guide his cock between her lips and straight into her waiting mouth.
“Shit…”
Like a famished child at an all-you-can-eat buffet, Taeyeon devoured Seojun’s cock, blowing straight past the blowjob step and right into the deepthroating step.
“Ah, shit!”
“Do you like that?”
Seojun didn’t know if he would ever get used to hearing Taeyeon’s voice speak to him clear as day while simultaneously looking at her cheeks bulging with his cock.
“Yeah…”
This time, she only replied with a pleased hum, keeping the five inches she was able to take in on the first stroke in the tight ring of her throat for a few seconds before extracting her mouth. “Hm, I can’t tell if I liked it better when I could fit all of this in one go or as it is now.”
“I prefer it as it is now,” Seojun said, interrupted with a low hiss at the feeling of Taeyeon’s soft lips peppering his length with kisses, “but there are some times it’s a little annoying.”
“Hm?”
Taking the questioning noise as her urging him to explain, Seojun continued, “Morning wood is so much more annoying to deal with, hiding a boner in public is much more difficult and awkward, and I even had to buy different pants and boxers to accommodate it.”
Taeyeon, having not once separated her lips from his cock too far and was now dribbling saliva onto his cock and coating it with the transparent fluid with her hands, let out a slight chuckle. “If you ever decide you want to reverse what Sunny did to you, I can talk to her,” Taeyeon said, taking a short break to only say those words before capturing his glans with her lips again.
Seojun nodded, the sigh escaping his lips temporarily disabling his ability to respond. “O-Ok, I’ll keep that in mind.” In the back of his mind, Seojun figured he probably would never want to have the procedure reversed, although that might change considering he still had several centuries of life left.
This time, Taeyeon was more meticulous, staying at the tip to carefully massage his especially sensitive glans with her soft, marshmallowy lips for half a minute before moving up ever so slightly, stopping again at roughly two inches so that her tongue could caress his frenulum.
The care she administered in blowing him combined with the way she trained a steady, warm gaze at him, was honestly pretty hard on Seojun. He knew their relationship was pretty much a professional one: he was her source of sustenance, and she was his provider; he was the Servant and she was his Mistress … but it was moments like this that made Seojun wonder if that’s all Taeyeon herself thought of him.
“God, Taeyeon…”
Even the way she smiled with her eyes in response to his sigh of content … Seojun tried and tried with all his might to shove those thoughts down, that Taeyeon had lived for millennia longer than he had and he was probably just a baby to her, that someone as perfect and sexy and beautiful and powerful as her could do better than him, but these happenings made the thoughts come back with a vengeance.
Taeyeon came back up for air a few seconds later, the same smile now showing on her lips. “While we’re at it, let’s show Yeri how fucking is really done.”
All Seojun had time to do was nod before Taeyeon took his length back inside her mouth, half of it disappearing inside the damp cavern in an instant. A sharp inhale and a muttered swear later, Taeyeon unrelentingly pushed further, this time leaving only an inch left before retreating.
“Hmm, bigger or smaller, I’m definitely going to miss this cock when I’m gone~”
“Why can’t—” another swear flew out Seojun’s mouth as Taeyeon dove straight back in, his fists clenching at his sides at the suddenness and speed of her motions, “—can’t you come home quickly?”
“I would love to—” there it was again. Despite having six inches of his dick, going on seven, stuffed inside her mouth, Taeyeon’s voice still came out clear as day. That Trait of hers was really useful in so many ways Seojun would’ve never imagined. “—but I’m afraid my days will be so busy that I’ll be too exhausted to fly all the way here—god, you’re really stretching my throat out so much—” that was another thing, being able to hear her moan so clearly while sucking him off. Honestly, it just made the blowjob—or, rather, deepthroating—all the hotter. “—fly all the way to Korea and back.”
The difference between Yeri and Taeyeon couldn’t be clearer; while the sloppiness and wildness of Yeri’s blowjobs had its own merits, the meticulous, almost calculated way Taeyeon’s lips caressed the perimeter of his cock and the way her tongue danced all around his shaft and the way the tightness of her throat squeezed against him in just the right way and the way she would flex her throat just as the tightness was about to feel painful was simply divine.
“You look like you’re really enjoying this.”
“I—I am,” Seojun croaked out, forcing his eyes open to meet Taeyeon’s upward cast gaze. When he did so, her eyes curved into a smile, still adamantly holding his cock in the back of her throat. As the seconds ticked by, Taeyeon showed no signs of discomfort nor any hint that she would relent. Ordinarily, Seojun might’ve raised concern regarding this had she not already done this before—another implementation of her Trait that Seojun would’ve never considered was her ability to indefinitely deepthroat someone, even if that cock was so big that restricted her nose’s ability to intake air, as she could just manifest another set of nostrils somewhere else on her body to breathe.
“Does fucking my throat feel better than fucking Yeri’s?”
Seojun could tell from the playful expression in her eyes and in her voice that she was teasing him, but seeing Yeri perk up from the corner of his eyes at the question made him feel like he was in the spotlight. “Um…” As if to convince him to answer ‘yes’, Taeyeon started bobbing her head more, her lips gliding across the slippery surface of his cock up until the halfway mark before she impaled her throat with it again. Seojun let out a moan, a gagging sound from Taeyeon joining it; tears started to leak out the corners of her eyes, but she otherwise showed no sign of discomfort or struggle.
“Hm?”
“Agh, fuck…” Taeyeon repeated the motion again and again, and every time she did so, his fists balled up tighter and his legs tensed harder.
“Well?”
“Yours.”
The uniqueness of Yeri’s upside-down blowjob was something that Seojun figured he wouldn’t soon forget, but that and her eagerness was perhaps the only advantages Yeri had on Taeyeon. There wasn’t really a competition, especially when Taeyeon was trying this hard, but it also made sense how much better Taeyeon was; she was, as Seojun understood, a thousand or so years older than Yeri.
“Good answer.”
As a reward, Taeyeon’s efforts doubled, somehow increasing both her speed and how much she extracted her mouth before shoving his length back inside. Her hands came up to support it, rubbing and twisting at the bottom half as it came free from the chokehold of her throat and caressing his balls when she paused, holding the entirety of his bulging cock inside her throat. The sight seemed unnatural: somehow, Taeyeon was able to fit all eight inches of his penis inside her mouth despite how small her face was. It was almost funny, especially with how much her cheeks were bulging, but more so than that, it was sexy.
“Shit, Taeyeon—”
Yeri, seemingly having taken issue with his answer to Taeyeon’s question, pressed her assets against his back, wrapping her arms around his waist. “So what’s this about Taeyeon’s blowjobs being better than mine?”
Seojun laughed. “Sorry Yeri.”
“There’s no shame in that Yerim-ah, it would be weird if mine weren’t better,” Taeyeon replied, the ferocity with which she was impaling her throat with his cock not at all present in her voice.
“Well, I guess that’s true. At least my titjobs are better than her’s.”
Taeyeon let out a giggle, followed by, “You cheeky little brat.” This time, she fully withdrew her mouth, releasing his cock with a barely audible pop! “You’ll have more time to practice in the coming week; dealing with a cock as huge as Seojun’s requires different considerations than ones you’re probably used to, so this is also a good chance to learn about that,” she said, this time with her actual mouth.
Yeri nodded, letting go of her embrace on Seojun. “I could sorta tell…”
Taeyeon patted the spot next to her on the couch that was promptly occupied by Seojun. “Did you want to join us?”
Yeri cautiously nodded. “I don’t think I’ve done many threesomes that weren’t with two other guys, so I wanted to try it out.”
Taeyeon nodded, turning around to face her and settling on Seojun’s lap. “Help me?” she said, turning just her head around in a manner much too adorable for the request she was making of him. Seojun briefly wondered what Taeyeon was like before she became a succubus, and how their relationship would’ve been if they had first met way back then. If he ever would’ve had the chance to meet her, Seojun was all but sure that nothing would’ve been different.
“Sure.”
She shot him another smile, this time in gratitude, before turning back around, lifting her bottom an inch off his lap so that Seojun could grab ahold of them and guide her properly onto her mark. Even as he wrapped his hands around her waist, Seojun felt that same feeling of amazement, adoration, and a slew of other things he couldn’t name—or rather, didn’t want to think about naming. The smooth silkiness of her skin, the slimness of her waist, the barely perceptible jump in reaction to his fingers tightening around the curve of her sides, his index and middle fingers encroaching on her stomach, the quickening of breath in anticipation as Seojun lifted her and positioned her sopping wet womanhood over his cock, and the ensuing gasps and sighs as he lowered her onto him, everything about Taeyeon seemed to have been tailored to be as sexually appealing as possible.
“Aah…” Taeyeon’s soft moans and sighs came out like a whispered melody, or at least to Seojun’s ears they did, “…your cock always stretches me out so me out so much, Seojun-ah…”
It was something he had gotten pretty familiar with—honestly, Seojun never imagined a day in which he would admit such a thing about a woman’s vagina—but it felt as exquisite as the first time, every time. The only difference was, Seojun knew all the spots to hit, both on his way in and when he was fully inside her, and every time Seojun hit a sweet spot, Taeyeon let out that musical, ecstatic moan he had come to love so much.
“God, oh god…”
What was with him today? The thought entered Seojun’s mind, just barely loud enough over how crazy Taeyeon’s sensual moans had made him. He wasn’t usually like this, was he?
“Taeyeon, you feel so fucking good…”
“You’ve learned my body so well, Seojun-ah…” As good as Taeyeon’s unblemished, silky skin felt against his hands, the moist, tight, fleshy walls of Taeyeon’s walls pulsating and massaging the length of his dick felt so much better.
“It’s—” the pleasure was beginning to overwhelm him, to the point that Seojun started to wonder if Taeyeon was influencing him. In the depths of his memories, their first meeting popped out of nowhere in her private gym: when Seojun met his private trainer and thought to himself how lucky he was to have such a smoking hot PT, how he noticed his thoughts were going off the deep end as it was now, and how Taeyeon later revealed that she was using her succubus abilities to influence his thoughts. Was that what was happening now? “—it’s so hot, and tight, Taeyeon…”
“Don’t stop Seojun! More, harder!”
Seojun registered the ecstatic moans, bordering on screaming, before he could register the words themselves, but hearing that was all he needed to understand Taeyeon’s intentions. His fingers tightened around her waist, his thighs also tensing to act as a sturdier springboard for Taeyeon’s butt to bounce off. It was only when the splashes of Taeyeon’s juices landed on Yeri, who was patiently kneeling at the edge of the couch watching them, and she reacted by flinching at letting out a surprised squeal that they were reminded of her presence.
“Ah, Yerim, sorry.”
“You two are having so much fun, when can I join?”
From their relative positions, Taeyeon was forced to physically look down onto Yeri, which was way hotter than it had any right to be; even though Taeyeon was slightly taller than Yeri, the difference was nowhere near as much as Taeyeon sitting on Seojun’s lap and Yeri kneeling on the carpeted floor before them, and the fact that it looked like Taeyeon was sitting on her throne, lording over the kneeling peasant of Yeri multiplied his arousal so much more.
“Come here, come attend to Seojun’s testicles.”
Maybe it was how horny he was, but Seojun felt he wasn’t as turned away from the prospect Taeyeon presented as he thought he would be, and when Yeri closed her lips around his balls, he was glad that was the case.
“Mmm, what a good girl, Yerim…”
From over Taeyeon’s shoulder, although the view was somewhat blocked by the valley of her breasts, Seojun could see Yeri’s face almost instantly become covered with the juices squirting out of their hot connection. The young succubus didn’t let that deter her, her hands planted firmly on the edge of the sofa with her own breasts smooshed against it, dutifully suckling on Seojun’s balls like it was the world’s finest lollipop.
“Doesn’t Yeri look so cute, sucking on your balls while her face gets covered with my ejaculate?”
Seojun let out a surprised half-chuckle, half-snort. “Yeah, she does look really ‘cute’.”
Yeri glanced up, shooting a quizzical expression with her eyes but refusing to pause the command she was given. “Doesn’t she also have really pretty, really sexy lips?”
This time, Seojun had no room to do anything but say, “Yeah, she does.”
Maybe it was how much they were complimenting her, or maybe it was pure coincidence, but Yeri took that chance to remove her lips from his balls to say, “You guys are so funny,” before going back in, this time planting a few kisses along his tensed-up scrotum before taking it back into her mouth.
A small part of Seojun wondered if Yeri said that sarcastically or in bemusement, but realized he didn’t have the brainpower to process the inflections of her voice and facial expressions to determine that. Instead, he refocused on Taeyeon, as Yeri was very clearly adjusting her position and actions in accordance to Seojun pistoning Taeyeon’s tight snatch.
“How does Yeri’s lips feel on your balls, Seojun-ie?”
“It’s so good…”
Just as he was beginning to accustom himself to the double-assault on his cock, from Taeyeon’s pussy, and his balls, from Yeri’s lips, the younger demoness suddenly changed tactics, moving her face north to give the labia lips split wide apart by the base of Seojun’s cock a tentative lick. Taeyeon, who was too occupied in the sea of lust she was drowning in, let out a high-pitched squeal. Her eyes snapped open and flicked downward only to be met with a cute grin from the kneeling succubus.
“It’s … sweet?”
“Keep going Yerim, that feels good~”
Whether Taeyeon meant for Yeri to continue what she was doing or if she meant for her to go further, Yeri clearly took it as the latter, placing her hands on Taeyeon’s thighs and shoving her face deeper between them to slip her tongue into the already cramped hole.
“Ah, ah, shit!”
Seojun was already near his climax from the two-pronged assault on his cock and his balls, but the new two-pronged attack on just his cock from both Taeyeon’s pussy and Yeri’s tongue pushed it even closer to the edge. It definitely was the novelty of the new sensation that played a part, but more so than that was the sloppy yet effective tag-team from the ‘parent’-‘child’ duo of his dick; Yeri’s tongue could only reach so far into Taeyeon’s pussy, so the only time the upper half of his cock got any love from both at the same time was at the valley of his thrusts. With Yeri’s face now in the way, Seojun was forced to slow down a little, but where his speed lacked, his strength did not; if anything, his pounding of Taeyeon’s love canal intensified, the added sensation of Yeri’s tongue gliding up and down his shaft more than making up for the reduced speed.
“Ah, Taeyeon, I’m so close!”
“Give your Mistress a good last load before her business trip!”
With a final yell, Seojun rammed his cock as deep as he could into the mewling mess Taeyeon had devolved into before letting out his second load straight into her waiting womb. Yeri made sure to plant her parted lips at the upper side of their connection, catching any stray streams of their creampie being pushed out by Taeyeon’s own climax. Almost a full minute later, as the last few streams of the erotic mixture of fluid flew into Yeri’s mouth by the work of her tongue playing at Taeyeon’s clit, Yeri removed herself from the parted legs of both parties, slumped lazily against the couch, Seojun’s cock still fully sheathed into Taeyeon.
“That was pretty great. Wasn’t it, Yerim?” One look at her was all it took to set Taeyeon into a fit of giggles, and when Seojun followed suit, he could see why: Yeri’s radiantly smiling face, while adorable in its own right, was absolutely slathered with cum that was most likely more from Taeyeon than himself. The sharp juxtaposition in the sight both put a smile on his face and turned him on, something that didn’t go by unnoticed by Taeyeon.
“Oh, looks like he’s almost ready for round three.”
“Is it my turn again?!”
Taeyeon pouted. “You get him all to yourself for the next two weeks!”
“No, I’m going to be sharing him with Tiffany, right?”
“Yes, but no one is sharing him with me. Just one more, ok?”
“Can he even last four rounds? Without Tiffany’s Trait?”
“Oh, don’t worry. My Seojun is a very hard worker. Isn’t that right, Seojun-ie?”
He again remembered back to their first few time they fucked, and how he was barely able to last two rounds. The physical augmentations to his body definitely helped in that department, but so too did his experience, Seojun felt. “That’s right. Don’t you worry your pretty little butt, I’ll pump you as full of cum as you want after I’m done with Taeyeon.”
“Oh? After you’re ‘done’ with me?”
“Isn’t that what you want me to do?”
Taeyeon giggled. “Let’s see if you can last enough to be truly ‘done’ with me.”
With his Mistress and his Mistress’s ‘offspring’, Seojun definitely had his fill of sex for the rest of the day.
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