True to their namesake, the devils didn’t stay true to their promise. Not like Tiffany could tell, with the days blurring together, even as some of the six dropped out and swapped around. Collectively, their stamina was limitless, and Tiffany had no choice but to endure, even as the over-consumption of demonic sustenance sickened her to her core. They barely gave her a break recover and clean herself up, spray-rinsing the hardened cum off her body only for them to cover her right back up with another layer of cum. And, when the six of them were exhausted, another group of six were invited that filled in the gaps, and summarily, all of Tiffany’s holes, and then some.
A week passed but Tiffany remained none the wiser. Seojun, despite how busy he became with the younger, female devils that referred to themselves as ‘ITZY’, was aware of that the deadline had passed, but was powerless to do anything about it. What was he going to do, march in there and demand that they free Tiffany? Why would they listen to him, powerless to do anything to stop them?
Not that Seojun had much of a chance to exit the room the she-devils were keeping him in. When he wasn’t balls-deep inside Yeji, his face was being suffocated with Ryujin’s ass, or Chaeryeong was deepthroating his cock, or Yuna was grinding on his face so hard he could barely breathe while Lia was riding his cock with such ferocity that he feared that she may fracture his pelvis. As relentless as the demonesses were, as much of his strength drained was being drained, he knew Tiffany was much worse off, especially when he could sometimes hear them through two walls.
It was on the nineth day that he was finally released.
“I’ll miss you, baby~”
Yuna, the youngest of the bunch, seemed to be the flirtiest one, and had the ‘honor’ of being the last one to receive his load.
“Sorry, I gotta go—” Seojun didn’t care for any of that though; in the nine days that they were held captive, Tiffany was only allowed to recharge with Seojun once. He remembered how Taeyeon reacted after spending a single day with Jessica’s Servant, and that was time split with Tiffany; when they finally let Tiffany recharge with Seojun, he got to see, up front and personal, what the effects of continual consumption of the putrid demonic sustenance that Tiffany was being subjected to days on end, without pause.
“Tiffany!” Tiffany was on her hands and knees, head hanging down and her sticky, sweaty hair creating a curtain that covered her face, her entire body heaving and her muscles tense.
“Seojun?”
“Tiffany, let’s—”
“Oh…” the vaguely familiar voice was soon matched with a familiar face when Seojun’s head whipped around to see Sunny at the door, an expression equally shocked and horrified. “…my god…”
Seojun looked on in confusion as she rushed to Tiffany’s side. “Sunny…?”
“Those—”
“Hm?” Sunny was cut off by the leader of the group walking into the room. “What were you about to call me?”
“You conniving, evil, cheating bastards.”
The biting words only widened his smile. “Gosh, that’s not very nice. But, considering we’re all demons here, I guess that’s only par for the course.”
“Well, Tiffany paid well over the amount she promised you. You better get Taeyeon back without so much a scratch.”
“It was just two days extra. Call it a tip. Plus, she’s a succubus. Her very existence is centered around being fucked. If anything, I’d say we all did her a favor.”
“Look at her! You think—you know that succubus hate demonic vitalis. Don’t pretend this past century has dulled your knowledge, or are you brutish devils really that dumb?”
“Ouch.”
“Are you going to stall here forever? Are you that afraid to fulfill your end of the bargain?”
“Oh, we’re just waiting on the little pet there.”
“Wha—”
“—me?”
The leader turned to Seojun, nodding with a, frankly, devilish smile. Not in the handsome quality of it—which, almost objectively, was handsome despite the character of the demon wielding the smile—but in a questioning, bargaining sense. ‘Do you dare disobey me? Do you know the consequences of doing so?’
“Yes. You need not do any of the hard work, of course. You are there just in case.”
“…in case what?”
It was Sunny who intervened. Seojun, still relatively new to this world, was far too intimidated to speak, much less ask questions.
“Well, in case Joohyun and Yoona feel like bargaining. I heard that, prior to Taeyeon showing up, they had their fun with the little pet. Is that true?” Even his gaze felt a heavy burden; Seojun could feel the weight of the millennia of life that he’s lived, the power to end his life with barely a second thought should Seojun do something that could be misconstrued as an insult. Seojun nodded—it was all he could do. He dared not even meet the devil’s eyes, much less respond. He was still fuming, after all—as terrifying the devil’s presence was, knowing what they did to Tiffany matched, if not surpassed, the intensity of that feeling of terror. If Seojun spoke, he wasn’t sure he would be able to stop himself from voicing that anger. “So, they have an interest in him. If it comes down to it, we’ll take Taeyeon back with force. But, I have a feeling that those two High Witches don’t want to get into another fight with us.”
“In other words, you’re shirking your responsibility to Seojun. After the payment Tiffany endured for this, you’re forcing Seojun to do your dirty work?”
“No. It’s because it’s us that those two might want to trade. It’s because the alternative is to fight us that they’ll consider giving Taeyeon up without a fight. Do you understand, you succubus-wanna-be?”
“What did you—”
“Let’s go.”
“S-Seojun!”
Tiffany reached up and grabbed Seojun’s arm before he could stand back up.
“I’ll be right back, Tiffany. With Taeyeon.”
Ordinarily, Tiffany might’ve protested. She might’ve used her status as his Mistress to command him to stay. But in her current weakened state, there wasn’t much she could do except say, “be careful, ok?”
Aside from how uncomfortable it was to be held by one of the devils as the six of them raced towards the abode of the two High Witches, it was uneventful. In fact, as they arrived, the two demonesses were standing on their front porch, as if expecting them.
“So, what’ll it be?”
What? They weren’t in collusion, were they? Them kidnapping Seojun, them taking Taeyeon in return, all so that these six devils can take advantage of Tiffany?
“Why’s Seojun here?”
Hearing that question being posed by who Seojun seemed to remember being Seohyun. Although the memory wasn’t great, the greatest impression this High Witch left on him was that she was the nicer of the two, and hearing her pose that question strengthened that impression.
“We’re here for Taeyeon.”
“Well, I’m afraid we made a deal already.” This time, it was the other one—Yoona was her name, if Seojun remembered properly.
“You two are smart cookies. You remember what happened last we met.”
“Yeah, I do. You nearly lost your arm.”
“But, as you can see, it’s perfectly fine.” Seojun didn’t know if he was being overly confident or putting on a show. Honestly, he didn’t know how to power scale the two parties; from what he’s heard, it sounded like Seohyun and Yoona were more powerful, individually, but them two versus the six devils on ‘his’ side might be more evenly matched. In that case, why was he so confident? “The way I see this, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
“Don’t pretend you have any sway here. Taeyeon came to us and volunteered herself of her own volition.”
“Is that what you told Boa?”
Succubae were the least powerful demons, at least in terms of combative ability. That’s what Seojun came to realize in the past few weeks. So, the look on Yoona’s face wasn’t fear, perse—it was more so a frustration, or an annoyance. ‘Damn it, that bitch, huh?’ That’s what her facial expression seemed to be saying. For even a being of Yoona and Seohyun’s caliber, the name ‘Boa’ drew this much weight, huh? And he just casually fucked her the other day?
“Get out of here alive, and—”
Seohyun silenced Yoona before she could say more. “What’s in it for you? Why are you doing this?”
“This is a job.”
Seohyun sighed. “Tiffany, huh?”
The leader of the devils nodded. “Either we force our way through you, and we both suffer serious injury, or…” Jun.K turned to Seojun. “…I heard that you two were having some fun with this little fella before Taeyeon showed up.”
What? How did he know? Did they tell him? Were they spying on him? Did Tiffany tell them?
“I think we both know what’ll happen if I bring this little incident up with the PE?”
Yoona scoffed. “Those pretentious…”
“What’ll it be? We fight, or, a trade?”
A trade? Wait, was Seojun going to take Taeyeon’s place? But, the two of them took Taeyeon specifically because of her Trait, right? Seojun didn’t have any special powers of his own. Unless his connection to Taeyeon was enough to experiment on?
Suddenly, Seojun felt the overwhelming urge to run. But, even stronger than that urge was the desire to save Taeyeon, and fear stemming from the knowledge that he couldn’t escape these six devils.
“A trade?”
“You hand over Taeyeon, we all forget you made this clearly imbalanced deal with her, and you both get to have fun with her little pet for a day or two.” Wait. “I don’t know how much experience you’ve had with him, but from what I heard from the ITZY girls, I can guarantee that it’ll be a great time.” That?! That’s why they brought him?
“What? Who? It—It-zee?”
“The female devils under our care.”
“You really think—” Yoona started but was stopped in short by Seohyun.
“Give us a second.”
Yoona at first looked confused, indignant, even slightly furious as Seohyun pulled her away to talk. The seven of them stood in silence as the two High Witches spoke in a hushed whisper, and when the two turned back around, Yoona looked considerably less angry and indignant, but still not exactly pleased. “Give us your word that you’ll stay silent.”
“On our dignity, we give our word that not an utterance of incident will be spoken, mentioned, or in any way communicated, directly or indirectly, to another soul.”
Seeming content with that, Seohyun let out a smile. A professional one, but even so, Seojun couldn’t help but admire the beauty of it. “Perfect. We’ll get Taeyeon. Seojun, come inside.”
“Not the last time you’ll be hearing that from her, I’m sure.”
If Seojun didn’t have such a negative opinion on the leader of the devils, he might’ve graced the cheeky statement with a chuckle. Instead, he simply obeyed, following them into what looked like a guest bedroom, and waited a few minutes before the two beauties appeared in the room.
“So, …”
“Seojun.”
“Right. Seojun.”
Seojun’s initial impression of Yoona was great, but the following impression sunk his opinion of her almost as far down as it could go. Still, Yoona’s beauty was undeniable, and honestly, he would be lying if he were to say that the gentle curves of her body wasn’t doing anything to him. It was almost a childish stubbornness that made him want to resist the attraction his body was feeling to the svelte frame of Yoona and the curvier frame of Seohyun, especially since he wasn’t given the opportunity to see Taeyeon on her way out nor was he able to confirm that the devils transported Taeyeon back safely, but he didn’t really have a choice.
There were worse fates to suffer. To save Taeyeon an entire year of experimentation, all he had to do was to please the two demonesses for an entire day. He had just come from plenty of experience of doing exactly that, and this wasn’t going to last nearly as long. It shouldn’t be that bad.
Wait. How could he be sure that this would only last one day? These High Witches were more powerful than the she-devils of ITZY. What was stopping them from keeping him here for as long as they wanted?
“No need to be shy. Go ahead and take those off,” Yoona said, very clearly eyeing his pants.
There are worse fates to suffer. There are worse fates to suffer. Just bear with it. What else can I do but hope for the best? It’s not like I have a choice anyway.
At this point, being naked in front of unreasonably beautiful women didn’t faze Seojun that much—at least, nowhere near as much as it used to. But with these kinds of unreasonably beautiful, dangerously sexy women, who he had a reason to believe were at least somewhat hostile towards him? Two women who he, frankly, didn’t like much because of what they’ve been doing to Taeyeon?
No use in delaying the inevitable.
Something else that Seojun had gotten used to is watching the eyes of the woman—the demoness—fall to his crotch as he took his pants off, and see them bulge slightly at its size. Seeing the same reactions from Seohyun and Yoona evoked a strange conflict of emotions. That hit of ego at seeing such a reaction was always nice—something that Seojun was conflicted about since it was Sunny who ‘grew’ him to his current size—but seeing them from two women who were, probably, experimenting on Taeyeon the previous day, or perhaps just a short few hours ago, made Seojun feel guilty for feeling that way.
There was no denying it. Maybe it was a demoness thing, that demons and demonesses were just innately more attractive than normal human beings, and the attractiveness wasn’t some kind of trait of succubae. Or maybe it was their immortality, and how long they had to understand how to look the best over the years. Or maybe it was their connection to life force. Vitalis. Whatever it really was.
“Glad we took the deal?”
“Well, certainly am not disappointed.”
Seohyun grinned at Yoona and took the initiative, taking the first few steps forward while throwing her top off. This time, it was Seojun’s turn to ogle, his eyes magnetized to Seohyun’s sizeable bust, gently swaying with each step.
Ok, maybe she was bigger than Sunny, or Yeri.
…probably not.
…or maybe she was?
There was something about Sunny and Yeri, who were both pretty short—shorter than Taeyeon, even—and their disproportionately large tits. To Seojun, it enhanced their appearance, like how striking bright-red lips can look on a pale face. But with Seohyun, her taller height and her gentle curves, gave her more of a graceful appearance. Regal. Like she was a princess, or a queen, and Seojun was simply her plaything, as if she was just walking towards something that so obviously belonged to her.
“We’ll make sure you feel the same way. Right, Yoona?”
Hearing the name of the other High Witch, Seojun turned to Yoona and was disappointed to see her simply sitting on the nearby couch, watching her partner approach him. Maybe it was just his heightened state of arousal, but Seojun swore Yoona was now showing more cleavage than before.
“Oh, don’t mind me. I’ll join eventually. It’s just, I didn’t want to ruin Joo—” Seohyun shot a glare at Yoona, who quickly corrected herself, “—Seohyun’s fun.
“Well. Don’t mind if I do.”
Wait. I’m supposed to hate their gut—
The thought was obliterated from his mind when Seohyun quickly dropped to her knees and placed her luscious, pink lips against his phallus. “Hmm, so warm…”
Seojun was immediately betrayed by his own lust, his hands clenching into fists at the feeling of Seohyun’s plump lips smothering and peppering his cock with soft, wet kisses. The sound of the kisses echoed about the room and rang in his ear, but the auditory experience was the least of his worries. How many blowjobs has he gotten from how many various demonesses? Yet still, Seohyun’s lips pressing against his member felt just as mind-blowing as any other, even without the benefit of being created to extract sensual desire and sexual energy from a man. It would be easy to be tricked into thinking otherwise; not only was the feeling of her lips, and eventually, her tongue pressing against his cock divine, the visual of her curvaceous body gently swaying with the motion of her pre-blowjob ritual made Seojun harder and harder, until his erection grew to an almost painful level.
Seohyun, noticing it, pulled back for a second to admire her handiwork. “Wow, I still can’t believe it’s so big, even after getting to experience it once already.”
This time, even Yoona had to agree. Her eyes were unabashedly locked onto his glimmering shaft, any sign of hostility towards him gone. “Fuck…”
Seojun barely had time to pay attention to Yoona sliding her hands into her own pants as Seohyun took the liberty to swallow the first few inches of his cock whole.
“Agh, fuck—!”
Caught completely by surprise, Seojun could only continue let out a gargled mess of a moan as Seohyun advanced recklessly, her mouth enveloping more of his cock, her lips sliding further along his shaft, and eventually, the tightness of her throat squeezing against his member. It wasn’t until he was about three-fourths of the way inside her mouth that Seohyun was finally forced to stop, and even when she did, there was no harsh gagging sound or a reflexive lurch and tears welling up in her eyes. Instead, Seohyun shot a glance up at Seojun, letting out a dazzling smile with her eyes, taking a second to prepare herself before pushing the remaining one-fourth of his length into her throat.
“Holy shit…”
It was fucking sexy: the sight of Seohyun’s tiny face contorting, her cheeks bulging, to compensate for his huge cock stuffed down her throat, the feeling of her tight throat wringing the life out of the object wedged inside it, all of it. That was undeniable, and for a second, Seojun briefly forgot about his animosity towards the two High Witches. He just indulged in the ecstasy of Seohyun’s throat, the wet, sloppy sounds of her luscious lips moving back and forth along his member, the gargling and occasional gagging sounds as his cock repeatedly hit the back of Seohyun’s throat, but no matter how much it happened, the demoness barely even flinched. She took his entire length with seemingly practiced ease, and it felt like, each time she swallowed his cock whole again, each time her tongue rubbed just the right spot along the underside of his shaft, Seojun was losing another piece of his sanity.
Succubae were designed to extract life force from men through sex, so it only made sense that they were good pleasuring them. But maybe it wasn’t the fact that they were succubae; maybe, instead, it was their long lives and their many chances to practice that arose from it.
“Having fun?”
Hearing Yoona’s voice so close to Seojun’s ear snapped him out of his lustful stupor, at least partially. It was hard to fully escape from it, but even now, Yoona’s voice was starting to sound pleasant to his ears. Was she intentionally making herself sound more attractive to him, or was Seohyun’s deepthroating messing up his brain?
“Mm…”
Seojun didn’t even realize Yoona was now fully naked until she directed his hand onto her bare breasts.
Aren’t I supposed to not like her?
Having such softness against his hands caused the thought to exit his mind as quickly as it entered it. It was irresistible, and Seojun did nothing to resist the urge to knead the soft mounds of flesh, his fingers stretching across the entire surface area of her breasts, filling his palm with its supple texture.
“Hm…”
It was barely audible, especially with the wet sounds of Seohyun’s increasingly vigorous deepthroating, but the soft, gentle sounds of Yoona’s moan eventually drifted into Seojun’s ear. And when it did, it invigorated him to continue, rolling the soft skin between his fingers and teasing at her areola, inching ever closer to it but never quite touching it.
“Hm, gosh…”
On one hand, Seojun wanted to watch Yoona sighing and giving in to the well-practiced movements of his hands—techniques that Tiffany spent a considerable amount of time training him on, using herself as the test subject—but the sight of Seohyun slobbering all over his cock was too alluring to tear his gaze away from. What’s more, Seohyun looked up to meet his eyes often enough that Seojun’s head felt locked in place, and every time she shot him a sly grin with her eyes, Seojun could feel his heart racing a few paces faster.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy…”
In many ways, Seohyun didn’t even need to be a succubus to have the sexual appeal of one. Of course, physical contact with her didn’t arouse sexual thoughts as it did with a succubus, but seeing her sizable tits swaying back and forth with the ferocity of her head bobs did more than enough to inject Seojun with a similar arousal. It was like Seohyun was a succubus even without actually being one: her curvaceous body, her plump lips, her beautiful face, the confident way she carried herself, even while naked and with his cock hitting the back of her throat, how her hands placed on his thighs barely tensed and how her big, black eyes barely shed a tear, even when she gagged a bit, effortlessly showcased mastery of her entire body, and how he could only feel the tension in his body rise and rise. It didn’t help that Yoona was starting to get more vocal, and although relatively faint, Seojun’s enhanced physical traits allowed him to just barely hear the slight, wet squelching noises that he figured was Yoona touching herself.
“God, Seohyun…”
Long gone were any thoughts of resisting them, or how he should technically hold some disdain towards the High Witches; instead, what filled Seojun’s brain was his impending orgasm and the pleasant feeling of Yoona’s boobs against his fingers and palm.
“Fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve had anyone cum down my throat…”
Hearing the jealous mumbling of Yoona invigorated the other two parties more, and not long after, Seojun yelled out a final warning before the first jet of his hot, sticky seed exploded into Seohyun’s mouth.
Seojun barely had any time to drink in the lascivious sight before Yoona pulled him away from Seohyun and climbed atop him. “Enough of that. My turn.”
Seojun could barely register that in his memory, how the first time, Yoona claimed him with similar words, but, just like last time, wasn’t given much time to rest before Yoona was already rubbing his cock between her soft, warm hands. “Wait…”
Seojun was a Succubus Servant, and has undergone not only one physical enhancement, but two. On top of that, one of the Servant Rituals he underwent was with a succubus with an endurance-based Trait. From that, one might expect Seojun to have some pretty insane endurance, and perhaps a pretty quick recovery. And, such an expectation would be well-founded, as Seojun himself had observed how short his refractory period has gotten. But, however short it had become, it wasn’t this short.
“…just, a few more seconds…”
“You’re going to show me that and expect me not to want to fuck this monster of a cock immediately?”
Seojun didn’t respond. Taking a proper look at Yoona, who was straddling his lap, stroking a cock that dwarfed the size of both hands that were handling it, eyes taking in the sight of Yoona’s svelte form while her facial features, picture-perfect as they were, focused solely onto said monster pulsating and damp from Seohyun’s saliva in her hands, he could slowly feel arousal starting to overtake his momentary feeling of fatigue.
“See? Aren’t you glad we made that deal?”
“Not yet.”
The deal—
“Fuck!”
Yoona barely gave Seojun time to register Yoona shifting positions before his cock was halfway buried into her blistering-hot, painfully-tight snatch.
“Ooh, god…”
“Fuck, Yoona, please—”
Maybe having dealt with the ITZY girls—demonesses—was some kind of masked training or preparation in disguise, because, just like them, Yoona’s pussy was unrelentingly tight. With all the succubae he’s fed in the past, he never felt as in-danger as he did with these non-succubus demonesses, and in the week leading up to this moment, Seojun had acquired an appreciation for that functionality of the succubus feeding organ, that they never stayed too tight for any pain to fully register, but just tight enough to feel like heaven.
With ITZY, Seojun could tell their vaginas were slower to accustom to his size, and even towards the end, he still felt like they hadn’t fully accustomed to him yet. Compared to them, however, Yoona was a wild beast. Without a care for Seojun, or even herself, Yoona shoved himself deep within her, past the point where pain started to overtake the pleasure, but the moans in Yoona’s voice never shifted to painful ones.
“Yes, fuck, holy shit…”
If Yoona was experiencing any pain, she seemed to be reveling in it.
“…it’s been so long since I’ve felt someone destroy my pussy like this…”
“It’s too tight, slow down, please, Yoona…”
“You like it? You like how tight my pussy is?”
It was undeniable, that both Yoona and Seohyun gave ‘mommy’ vibes, and the vigorous, unapologetically sexy and confident ways they treated him reflected that. Having grown accustomed to Taeyeon and Tiffany, who carried the same kind of confidence about themselves, it was a dynamic Seojun was the most used to and familiar with, and perhaps that was why, hearing Yoona asking him that question paired with the mischievous, lustful grin she shot at him made the pain subside ever so slightly.
“It’s…”
“Probably not better than those succubus pussies, but still tight and hot and wet, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I bet you’ve never fucked a pussy this tight, though.”
“God, it’s so deep…”
Seojun’s eyes followed Seohyun’s hands, which was caressing the bulge his cock was making against Yoona’s lower-stomach area. “Yeah, I can feel it trying to rearrange my guts…”
The longer Yoona grinded against him, though, the more the pain began to dissipate. It was only after a certain point in that process that Seojun realized that Seohyun had guided his hand between her legs and had two fingers knuckle-deep inside her snatch.
The low, pleased hum from Seohyun was easily overwhelmed by the louder, ecstatic moans of Yoona, amplified by Seojun starting to buck against her. The millennia that Yoona had lived over Seojun, the immense power discrepancy between the two, and it barely took Seojun much physical exertion to bounce Yoona off his lap, and then summarily crashing back down with a satisfying plop! and an accompanying moan. Such power, such influence, all within such a light body that was now bouncing, mercilessly and rabidly, on his cock … the thought was as humorous as it was bizarre.
“Keep going! Yes!”
Seojun could feel Yoona helping him, lifting herself nearly half the length of his shaft off before slamming back down. Every time, he could feel his cock slamming against her cervix, but every time, Yoona showed no indication of pain or discomfort. Her arousal just grew in parallel with the volume of her moans, which in turn increased the ferocity of his fingers inside Seohyun, who was now leaning back with her leaking wet pussy, stuffed full with three of his fingers now, pointed at him for easier access.
“Oh god, yes, right there…” The view of Seohyun leaning back enjoying his fingers fucking her to oblivion, the view of Yoona bouncing on his cock like her life depended on it, the pain from the sheer intensity of Yoona’s tight, perhaps under-utilized pussy all but vanished, replaced with the sheer desire to make the two of them cum so hard, they forgot their names. “Leave it to the servant of two succubus to be so fucking good with his fingers…”
“God, oh my god, fuck, it’s splitting me apart, I’m gonna cum so hard—”
At this point, Yoona’s words sounded little more than barely-coherent babbling, Seojun’s dick fucking her so hard that the demoness began to lose perception of almost everything else but the rock-hard, throbbing member that was tearing her apart in its attempt to reach the deepest depths of her pussy.
“Fuck, Yoona…”
Seojun’s groan was nearly drowned out by the sheer volume of everything else, the wet sounds of Seojun’s now soaked groin competing with the ecstatic moans of both High Witches. It was an impossible decision, to decide who he wanted to see: Yoona bouncing on his cock, or Seohyun enjoying the finger-fucking he was giving her.
“Are you close? Do you want to unleash all that cum inside me? You wanna fill me up with your disgusting, sticky seed?”
“Ah, fuck!” It was Seohyun who moaned in response to that, clearly turned on by the prospect of Yoona’s threat, or whatever it was, now starting to buck her hips onto Seojun’s fingers.
“Do you?”
“I’m not the only one, I bet.” Seojun wasn’t going to let Yoona exert her social status on him, not when she was getting fucked so hard by him, that drool was starting to escape the corners of her lips. “You want it too, don’t you?”
Seojun tried to sound confident, but the strain in his voice betrayed him. He was close, the only thing holding him back being his pride.
“You fucking bet I do. I want to feel all of it, all of you, gushing inside me. I want to feel your cum filling me up so much, it starts to leak out of my tight fucking pussy. I want to be so full with your cum that it bulges my stomach even more.”
Fuck.
Seojun was not expecting that, for Yoona to so unabashedly admit it. Was her brain so broken that she, in one sentence, called him ‘disgusting’, and in the next, admitted to wanting him to try to breed her?
“You do this with your mistresses all the time, don’t you? Fuck them senseless, fill them up first with this monster of a cock, then your hot, sticky seed next?”
“And they get to do that whenever they want.” The jealous whine was accompanied by another moan. “Maybe we should refocus our research on these Succubus Servants, Yoona."
“Hnn—Huh?”
“We should—” but Seohyun paused upon looking at her partner, whose eyes were clouded with lust, clearly unable to comprehend a single word Seohyun was saying. “…never mind.”
“Fffuck, I-I-I can’t think, I can’t think of anything else, holy fuck, this cock is tearing me apart…”
Seeing their climax approaching, Seohyun separated herself from the two and let Seojun focus solely on Yoona. Seojun, taking advantage of his newly freed hands to grab Yoona’s slim waist to more firmly guide Yoona up and down his shaft.
“You’re about to let this pet cum inside you, to breed you. Are you really sure you want it?”
“Yes! Please! Yes, fill me up! I want it, I need it all!”
Seohyun simply sat in awe, watching the two bodies rocking and bucking violently against each other, the couch rocking so much that Seohyun began to wonder if she should be holding it down. However, her horniness won out in the end, choosing to sit on her hind legs and watch her partner and the semi-demon fuck each other like rabbits in heat.
“Fuck, fuck, cumming!”
Yoona let out a sharp yelp as the first stream spurt into her womb, transitioning into a longer, drawn-out moan as more and more of that viscous fluid streamed into her.
“Oh god, holy fuck, it’s so fucking hot, you’re filling me up so fucking much…”
The more Seohyun watched Yoona arch her back and throw her head back in response to Seojun pumping wave after wave of cum into the High Witch, the more hot and bothered she got until, eventually, when Seojun came down from his climax, Seohyun immediately mounted Seojun, albeit seated at his chest. “I need that.”
“Hold on—” Seojun began to say, but paused upon feeling fatigue from his refractory period vanishing by the second. “…what?”
“You didn’t think succubae are the only ones who can manipulate another’s vitalis like this, did you?”
Ordinarily, Seojun might not have been in the right state of mind to properly react to the situation, but in this case, this exact feeling, of rapid recovery, felt all too familiar: it felt exactly like his first time with Tiffany, when she used her Trait to wipe out his post-climatic fatigue. Did Seohyun learn how to do this from experimenting on Tiffany?
“You’re the only freak who researches this kind of stuff. You and Sunny.”
“Hey, don’t lump me in with her. All knowledge is good knowledge.”
“Right.”
“You’ll thank me in an hour, when he’s fucking you just as hard as he was now and creampie-ing you so hard that you’re leaking out of all your holes with his cum.”
Hearing such filth coming out the mouth of such a graceful looking woman—demoness—was a bit jarring, less so with how sexy her nude figure upped her sexiness, revved up his sex drive again, so when Yoona unmounted him and Seohyun replaced her, Seojun decided to sit up and lift her off the couch.
“What are—” Seohyun’s answer was summarily answered when Seojun deposited Seohyun on the other side of the couch, bending her over the backside of the couch and pushing half his length inside her sweltering hot core in one motion. “—nng, fuck!”
The couch, again, was subjected to violent rocking motions, this time to the back-and-forth pistoning motions of Seojun as he railed Seohyun from behind, pinning her in place with his knees and his hips while using his two free hands to manhandle her freely hanging tits. With every thrust, Seojun made further progress inside Seohyun, using every ounce of strength in every movement to push deeper and deeper inside her. Whether it was the thought of them experimenting on Tiffany that angered him or Seohyun just arousing such sexual desire within him, Seojun wasn’t sure himself what the cause of this renewed vigor was, but Seohyun was sure to loudly voice her pleasure from it. It felt like no amount of punishment was too much for the demoness; the harder Seojun went, the louder she moaned in response.
More, harder, faster. As each moment passed, the more juices spurted out from Seohyun’s pussy, joining the slightly dried juices Yoona left on his crotch, the more redness appeared on the otherwise snowy-white, unblemished skin of her shapely rump and her ample tits, and the harder Yoona, sitting on a single-seated couch in the room, fingered herself.
“Yes! Just like that! Punish me! Ruin me!”
“What a fucking slut of a High Witch you are. How much respect do you think you would hold with other demons if they knew you devolved to such degenerate behavior because of the cock of the pet of a succubus?”
“I don’t care! Keep doing that, Seojun! I don’t want to be able to speak by the time you’re done with me!”
The first one to achieve orgasm was actually Yoona, whose squirt landed on Seohyun and was perhaps in part the reason why she shortly followed, and Seojun cumming inside her after that.
This time, it took two orgasms—one fucking Yoona against the couch-chair with her legs resting on his shoulders and Seojun spraying her tits with a nice sheen of his cum, and a second from a combined effort of Seohyun and Yoona, Seohyun using her tits and Yoona using her mouth, to get him to unleash his fourth load against the faces of both beauties—before Seohyun needed to refresh his stamina again. The longer they went, the less frequently Seohyun needed to do it, and the more holes they allowed Seojun to fuck and promptly fill up. The trio eventually shifted to a bedroom located on the first floor of the bedroom, and when they thoroughly soiled every surface in there, they moved to another bedroom. By the time they had moved into the kitchen, the sun was already up, Yoona taking a break to prepare something for Seojun to eat while he was fucking Seohyun against the kitchen counter with one leg raised and draped over Seojun’s shoulder.
“Fuck! Yes! More, Seojun!”
“You’re so fucking insatiable, Seohyun.”
“Wh-Whose fault is that?”
“Ok, lunch is done. Now, my reward?”
Seojun quickly finished Seohyun off, using the cheat code of teasing and playing with her clit, before granting Yoona the reward for the albeit hastily put together omelet by nailing her backdoor against the dining table while fingering her free hole with one hand and massaging her tits with his remaining hand.
The two of them only gave Seojun a break to eat, a bit more to digest, and then were summarily all over him again.
“It’s just been about an hour, you missed my cock that much?”
“There isn’t a demoness, or woman, who can handle this beast,” Yoona stroked the glans of Seojun’s penis, sending a slight shudder up his spine, “that wouldn’t be after an entire night of being dicked down.”
“It’s a shame you only have one. We need to learn how Taeyeon makes multiple appendages with such precision, too.”
“But the deal is that you won’t touch her again after this, right?”
Seohyun smiled. “Yes. Don’t worry, baby; after tonight, we’ll make sure to personally protect Taeyeon. Wouldn’t want to lost access to this glorious cock,” she said, wrapping her hands around the base of his shaft.
Seojun didn’t know what to think of that, but he also found himself essentially incapable of holding many hostile thoughts towards the two High Witches, from how much they’ve been offering their endlessly sexy bodies to him.
“Hmm, I can’t wait any longer. I need you inside me.”
So, Seojun obeyed. Seohyun allowed herself to be swept aside, watching as Seojun picked Yoona up and slammed her onto the mattress he was seated on, pushing her face onto the pillow. Yoona, understanding Seojun’s intention, tucked her knees under her legs and pushed her ass up and into Seojun’s crotch, who took rewarded her proactive-ness by slotting his cock right into her waiting pussy.
“Hmm, fuuck…”
Yoona’s eyes flutter shut, the now familiar feeling of Seojun’s behemoth of a cock splitting her pussy walls apart reigniting her arousal. Seohyun, also having waited as long as Yoona for it, watched in eager anticipation, her hand slipping between her legs.
In the hours that Seojun spent familiarizing himself with the bodies of Seohyun and Yoona, he came to understand their differences: Seohyun’s body was definitely curvier and more pliable, and was in general more responsive to Seojun’s actions and noticeably louder and more animated, whereas Yoona was slimmer but more athletic and generally more willing to do wilder positions. It was, in fact, Yoona who first allowed Seojun to fuck her in the ass, and would often suggest wild positions he rarely experimented with Taeyeon and Tiffany. This time, while starting off as a relatively tame doggy-style, Yoona quickly proposed a shift: Seojun take her legs completely off the mattress, taking on a wheelbarrow sort of position except with her face being pushed against the pillow. This was another thing that Seojun learned: no matter how uncomfortable or painful certain positions looked, the two High Witches never even remotely showed it on their faces or in their body language. In fact, it seemed to drive them higher; Seojun wasn’t sure if they were both just masochists, or maybe their bodies were relatively impervious to pain and discomfort, but he didn’t complain. Whereas for Taeyeon and Tiffany, his enhanced strength meant he naturally held back a bit in the more wild positions they would sometimes use, especially if he was fucking them into a surface even as soft as the mattress they were laying on, with these two, Seojun could use every ounce of strength he had. And, if he ever found himself starting to tire out, Seohyun would top him right back up.
“Mmf! Mmmf!”
Yoona’s voice was completely muffled by the pillow, but it only took away her coherency. Seojun could perfectly understand just how much she was loving being fucked into the bed, both from her incessant moaning and from the way her pussy spurted out even more juices and the way her vaginal walls tightened even further on him.
This was another aspect that Seojun wasn’t quite used to: sure, at the beginning, Seohyun and Yoona’s pussies were tighter than anything he had ever experienced, especially over a prolonged period of time, but the more he fucked them, the less that resistance was a factor, until just now, where he was able to essentially slip right into Yoona. And now, as he was pounding her into the mattress like a jackhammer, Yoona providing all the stability he needed to concern himself solely with the single task assigned to him.
“God, you’re too crazy, Yoona,” Seohyun noted, her little laugh tainted by the slight strain in her voice that was clearly from her heightened state of arousal, in part caused by the sight before her but also from the three fingers buried knuckle deep inside her own cunt.
“Mmf!”
This seemed to be another difference between Seohyun and Yoona: whereas Seohyun was more vocal and more communicative, Yoona seemed to lose her mind, in a sense. When the ecstasy started to affect her, when it started to really affect her, Yoona seemed to lose the ability to speak, respond coherently, or do anything but lose herself in her lust. Fortunately for Seojun, Yoona was light as a feather, and especially with his augmented physical traits, Yoona was brought to her orgasm before Seojun’s arms gave out.
When Yoona’s climax ended, Seojun laid her back on the bed, after which she quickly turned around to face Seojun. “You didn’t cum yet.”
“Yeah.”
“And I haven’t had my breakfast yet.”
Do High Witches and Warlocks need food?
Succubae definitely didn’t, and it didn’t seem Sunny did, either. Seojun was much too preoccupied to notice whether ITZY or 2PM were having meals during that long week, and judging from how Yoona was able to easily find the ingredients to make an omelet, it seemed like they did need food. But then, why didn’t they eat?
“I think we have some common ground here, don’t you?”
Whatever. Who the fuck cares.
“Open up, then.”
Yoona gladly obeyed, barely flinching when Seojun manhandled Yoona’s head and shoved his dick into her open, waiting mouth. It was another thing that Seojun learned: despite how high-and-mighty they acted around Taeyeon and even around the 2PM devils, they seemed to love being thrown and tossed around like used sex toys. Maybe it was that dichotomy thing, of a boss-lady preferring to be submissive in bed because of the desire to relinquish control for once in her life. Whatever the case was, Seojun made sure to capitalize on it often, and before long, Yoona was choking on his cock.
“Fuck, so close…”
“Go on, baby,” Seohyun whispered into his ear, an alluring siren’s call that pushed his arousal higher and his climax closer, “give Yoona the breakfast she so craves. And then, feed me my breakfast.”
It was something Seojun was perhaps never going to get used to, having the attention and being so sought after by so many otherworldly beauties, and so hearing the excited words of Seohyun, a demoness who wasn’t even designed to attract men but more than matched the attractiveness standards of normal succubae, invigorated Seojun even more. After properly feeding Yoona her ‘breakfast’, Seojun obliged with Seohyun’s request, this time using her ass to drive himself close to the edge before finishing inside her mouth.
After lunch, something Seohyun insisted on cooking this time for the not-so-secret reason of obtaining the same award Yoona got for making Seojun’s lunch, the three remained in the kitchen/dining room/living room area until, almost exactly 24 hours after they started the previous day, they stopped.
“Well, I would love to keep you here, but rules are rules.”
“…what?”
At first, Seojun remembered his apprehension with the two ‘high-ranking’ demonesses, if they would keep their word of sticking to only a day. There was that old thought that demons were bound to their pacts, but Seojun had a lot of reason to believe that ‘higher-ranking’ demons tended not to honor their promises. As the night turned into day, Seojun found himself not particularly caring about the time limit, and now that they hit it, Seojun was in part disappointed, but mostly relieved to finally be done and given the chance to rest. Seohyun was able to recover his physical fatigue, but the mental fatigue only grew with time. Getting into it, arousal and lust could temporarily blow away that fatigue, and the hour breaks he was given for meals helped slightly, but by the end, Seojun was looking forward to going back home.
All in all, although the nearly 24-hour sex session with Seohyun and Yoona was great, Seojun was ultimately glad these demonesses honored their word, and, shortly after, was picked up by Tiffany.
“Seojun! Are you ok?!”
“Yeah.”
“Hey, Tiffany, I was—”
“What else do you want from us?!”
The hostility from Tiffany reminded Seojun that he was supposed to hate them for what they did to Taeyeon, and then remembered that brief thought experiment that he had, that maybe Seohyun experimented on Tiffany to learn about the fatigue-recovery manipulation she had done to him.
“Nothing. We just wanted to say…”
Seohyun looked over at Yoona, who sighed first before completing the sentence. “We’re sorry. If you need protection from anyone, or if you’re ever in trouble, don’t go to those devils. Come to us instead.”
“…and why would I do that?”
“In return, we hope you can forgive us.”
“Because you want Seojun.” To be fair, Yoona very straight-forwardedly nodded, which Tiffany scoffs at. “Bitch.” Seojun can tell Yoona was at least slightly peeved at that comment, but made no effort to respond to it. “If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have needed to go to those devils.”
“We know. Which is why we’re offering,” Seohyun interjected. “Can you be sure Taeyeon won’t be targeted by anyone else?”
Seojun could see Tiffany struggling to accept that, so instead, Tiffany replied, “I’ll talk about it with Taeyeon. Don’t count on it though. You should be thankful Seojun is as nice as he is.”
With that, Tiffany directed Seojun to hop onto her back to head back home.
“…how bad was it?”
On the way back, Tiffany popped the question, which, for some reason, surprised Seojun.
“Wha—um, not that bad. They were a little forceful at first,” Seojun could feel Tiffany tense up at that, “and they did use almost all 24 hours, but they didn’t really force themselves onto me. They allowed themselves to sorta … be submissive, I guess. Sometimes. Most of the time.”
The rest of the way home was silent, although Seojun could feel that, somehow, Tiffany’s opinion of the High Witches improved, if only slightly.
10 likes from KangSeulGun, KMJU, PinkBlood, nkip34, Guy, kryphtot, SadMango, LoonaBread, Sykeeeeee8, and Frostbytewin.