Succubus World - Start with Incubus System

The water in the bathroom had just shut off. Erik stored the Myriad Worlds Mirror into his spatial bracelet, leaned back against the headboard, and waited.

The door opened. Warm steam spilled out, carrying a light scent of soap. Elowen stepped through, silver hair still wet, drops sliding down her collarbone. She wore only a thin towel wrapped around her body. Her pointed ears were flushed pink. Those jade-green eyes looked straight at him, without the usual dodge.

Erik saw it at once. This was not her everyday shyness. This was resolve.

She walked to the edge of the bed and stood in front of him. Her fingers clenched the edge of the towel. "Last time... I fainted before you finished." Her voice was soft, but every word was clear. "This time I won’t be like that again."

Erik looked at her. Water still clung to her lashes. The towel slipped a little lower when she drew a deep breath, exposing the curve of her chest. "You don’t have to force yourself."

"I’m not forcing myself." Elowen shook her head. "I want this. I want to keep going until you also... also get to feel what I felt." Her cheeks were red, but she did not turn away. "So... don’t stop halfway because you’re afraid I can’t take it."

He reached out and pulled her in. The towel slid onto the bed. Her white body, still warm from the steam, fell into his lap. Elowen shivered when bare skin touched his chest, then wrapped her arms around his neck.

Erik kissed her. Slow. Her lips were soft, slightly trembling, then opened. His tongue slid in. She moaned faintly in her throat. He lowered his mouth to her neck and licked the drop of water still caught in the hollow of her collarbone. Elowen tipped her head back, fingers digging into his hair.

He did not rush to enter her. One hand supported her back. The other lifted a breast. His mouth closed over the still-damp pink nipple. Tongue circling, teeth scraping lightly, then sucking. Elowen jerked. A moan slipped out before she could swallow it. "Erik... that spot..."

He did not let go. He switched sides. His tongue dragged around the areola, then took her in deep and sucked. Elowen’s breasts were not as large as Meira’s, but they were soft, sensitive, a perfect fit for his palm. Every time he sucked, her thighs closed and opened again, her hips lifting without her meaning to. She bit her lip. Tears of stimulation welled at the corners of her eyes. "It feels good... it feels too good... don’t... don’t suck that hard..."

He sucked harder. His thumb pulled the other nipple, pinched, rolled it. Elowen arched her back, wet silver hair spreading across the pillow, pointed ears burning red. A small hiccup of sound escaped when he dragged his tongue over the nipple and released it. She was already wet. The slickness soaked onto his thigh.

In this world, Succubi were the embodiment of desire. Their bodies were made to feel, to draw in, to offer. Society, though, forced them to restrain themselves. Men were weak, finished quickly, and most of them only took and never gave. Succubi were rarely touched the right way. Emotion had been bottled up for too long. So when a man truly kissed them, truly licked them, truly claimed their bodies — the pleasure did not arrive gradually. It broke.

Elowen was breaking.

He kissed down her stomach, tongue sliding past her navel, then stopped at the place that was already wet. Two fingers parted the soft folds. Her pussy was pink, slightly swollen, glossy juices running in a string. Erik blew a breath across it. Elowen contracted. His tongue licked from the bottom up, dragged over her hole, then covered the small pearl above it. She cried out once, both hands fisting the sheets. "Ah... Erik... your tongue..."

He licked slow, then fast, then took that pearl into his mouth and sucked. Elowen’s thighs clamped around his head. Her hips jerked. After only a short while, her inner walls were already contracting out of control. He had not even put it in, and she was already close.

Erik lifted his head. His cock was already hard, heavy, the head glossy. He did not push in at once. He laid that hot shaft along her wet slit and rubbed the length of it. Soft, slick flesh closed around him each time he dragged upward. The head slid over her hole, pressed in lightly without entering, then pulled up again to grind against her clit. Elowen looked down, saw that cock rubbing over her pussy, and her eyes went wide. "It’s... so hot..."

"You’re soaked." His voice was hoarse. "You were ready the moment you walked out that door."

She nodded, lips trembling. "Put it in. This time... put it in all the way."

Erik braced his hands on either side of her head. The head of his cock lined up with her hole. He pushed.

Elowen’s pussy opened slowly. Soft, hot, wet flesh closed first around the crown, then around each inch of the shaft. It was not one swallow. The layers inside her felt like many small mouths, one after another, squeezing, sliding, wrapping him. The inner walls trembled, sucked, left no gap. Erik drew a deep breath. Tight. Hot. Wet enough that every centimeter in made a sticky sound.

Elowen jerked the instant he was halfway in. Her lips pressed white. Her body shook from thighs to belly. "Full... too full..." Her breath broke. "It’s... rubbing inside..."

He pushed the rest of the way. Root-deep. Hips flush against hers. Her pussy clenched tight around the base, juices forced out over her thighs. Elowen tipped her head back. A long moan tore out of her, then her whole body seized. The inner walls contracted in hard pulses, milking his cock as if they meant to keep him there forever.

He still had not thrust.

Just lying inside her was already enough to drive her close to losing her mind.

"Look at me." Erik kissed the corner of her eye. "Breathe."

Elowen looked at him. The tears had already become tracks. "It feels so good... I’ve never... even last time it wasn’t like this..." She swallowed. "Keep going. Please."

He pulled out slowly. The flesh inside clung. He pushed back in. Elowen cried out. The second thrust. The third. On the fourth, her pussy clamped down all at once, water surged, her thighs locked around his hips. She came. She convulsed, mouth open with no words left, nails scraping his back. The orgasm hit too fast, too hard, but her legs still wrapped his waist and refused to let him pull out.

"I can’t take it..." she said between broken breaths. "But... I want more. Don’t pull out."

Erik kissed her mouth. "I’m not pulling out."

He kept thrusting. This time Elowen’s pussy squeezed even tighter after she had just come. Every time he pushed in, the wet walls wrapped him, pulled, refused to let go. He did not fuck her hard. He went slow and deep, giving her room to breathe between strokes. His forehead rested against hers. Elowen kissed him clumsily, moaning into his mouth as she did.

Five minutes.

She lasted five minutes.

Then she came again. This time she did not faint. She clung to his shoulders, crying, legs still wrapped around him. Her juices ran so much they soaked the sheet under her ass. Her pussy still sucked at his cock. The aftershocks clenched in waves strong enough that Erik had to grind his teeth not to follow her.

They kissed. Elowen’s tears stuck to his cheek. "More." She whispered. "You haven’t come. I can feel it. It’s still hard... still hot inside me. Keep going."

Erik looked at her. Silver hair tangled, lips swollen, eyes wet — but that gaze no longer held fear. Only want. He nodded, took her thighs in his hands, spread them wider, and fucked her again.

The rhythm this time went deeper. Every stroke to the root. Elowen’s pussy made wet sounds. The flesh inside had gone soft and pliant after two orgasms, but it still squeezed. He bent down and took a nipple into his mouth again, sucking while he thrust. Elowen pulled his head against her chest, back arched, calling his name without stopping. "Erik... Erik... so full... don’t stop..."

He sped up. His lower body tightened. He felt those layers of flesh close around every vein, stroking, milking. Elowen was close again, but this time she bit his shoulder, fighting to stay conscious. "Inside... come inside... last time you didn’t..."

Erik kissed her. His hips slammed flush. The last few thrusts drove all the way to the bottom. He came.

Hot cum shot into her. Pulse after pulse. Thick. Filling her. Elowen felt that hot stream pour into the deepest place, rise, leave no room left. Her pussy clenched around him, sucked, refused to let it spill. She cried. Not from pain. From pleasure so extreme the tears ran, both arms locking around his back as if she were afraid he would vanish in that same instant.

"Don’t leave me." Her voice broke. "Please... don’t abandon me. I can take it. Next time I’ll last longer. Just don’t... don’t go."

Erik was still inside her. He kissed her forehead, her eyes, her mouth. "I’m not leaving. Hear me clearly. I’m not going anywhere." One hand stroked her wet silver hair. "You did it. This time you didn’t faint."

Elowen smiled through the tears, then cried again. She kissed him over and over, clumsy and hot.

Right then, heat bloomed in her lower abdomen.

A mark appeared on her skin, just above her pussy, over the womb. A Succubus heart, lined in rose-red light, with pale blue threads of wind turning slowly around it before sinking into the skin. The mark did not hurt. It felt as if it had been carved from the inside out.

Erik felt it at once. The bond that had already existed from the Contract and the Primordial Gift suddenly tightened, grew more durable, no longer a thin thread. Elowen’s emotions flooded into him so clearly that he could hear both the fear of being abandoned and the happiness overflowing in her chest.

Elowen felt it too. Her body passed through a brief reconstruction. Her skin brightened by a degree — not a huge change, but enough that the room light made her whiter, her features finer, her jade-green eyes deeper. She looked at her belly, at the heart mark still glowing faintly, then at Erik.

"It’s you." Her voice was hoarse. "These things... you gave them to me."

She held him tight and kissed him, kissed him a great deal. Mouth, cheek, throat, mouth again. Her legs were still wrapped around him. His cock was still inside a pussy full of cum. She held him as if she wanted to pull his whole body into hers and leave no gap at all. "Thank you... thank you for choosing me. Thank you for not pulling out."

Erik stroked her back. "Sleep."

Elowen still wanted to speak. Her mouth pressed into his shoulder. Her breathing slowly evened out. The exhaustion after coming three times, after being filled, after the mark woke, pulled her under. She sank into sleep right there in his arms, lips still faintly smiling.

Erik let out a breath. He stayed a while longer, feeling her pussy still occasionally clench lightly around him, then slowly pulled out. Thick cum followed, white, running down Elowen’s inner thigh. He took a clean cloth, wiped her gently, pulled the blanket up to her shoulders, and brushed the silver hair from her face.

The heart mark on her belly had faded to a faint pink line under the skin, but the bond had not vanished.

He went into the bathroom and turned on the water. Heat poured over his shoulders. He had just started to bow his head under the spray when the phone on the shelf buzzed.

A message from Meira.

Erik looked at the line of text and let out a long breath. One hand braced against the wall. Water ran down his spine.

Looks like... tonight was going to be a sleepless night.

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