He moved her to the table.
Not gently — the grab of a man with a purpose, his hands finding her hips and lifting her still-trembling body from the floor, her legs dangling, her pussy trailing a thin thread of mixed slick and blood that connected her to the floor for a half-second before breaking.
She made a sound.
"Hnn — wai—"
He set her on the table’s edge.
Her ass hitting the wood with a soft impact, her legs falling open automatically with the placement, her pregnant belly rounding forward between them, her boobs still heaving from the second orgasm’s aftermath, the dark nipples visibly raw from the milk and the earlier handling.
She grabbed the table edge with both hands.
Her knuckles white.
He lifted one of her legs.
His palm pressing the back of her thigh upward, folding her knee toward her belly, the angle opening her wide — the freshly deflowered pussy visible between her thighs, puffy and swollen and glistening, the lips flushed a deep rose from everything they’d been through, the slick running freely down the inner curve of her thigh.
He pressed his cock against her entrance again.
"No — no, I can’t again — I—"
He pushed in.
Three inches. Smooth. Her walls remembering him now, the resistance different from the first entry — still tight, tighter than anything — but yielding with the wet slick memory of having been there before.
"HNGH — AANGH~!!"
The succubus was already moving.
She came from behind him — her enormous body warm at his back, her boobs pressing against his shoulder blades for the second time, the soft impossible weight of them spreading against his skin as she molded herself to him. Her chin hooked over his shoulder. Her mouth turned toward his face.
Her tail moved.
The pink tip of it finding his ankle first — wrapping once, then traveling upward along his calf, the muscle of his shin, his knee, the inside of his thigh — moving with the deliberate, unhurried patience of something that knew exactly where it was going.
It found his balls.
Wrapped.
Not tight — the loose, warm coil of a tail with muscle memory, the tip of it pressing against the base of the sac while the length of it wrapped twice around, the surface of it smooth and faintly warm, carrying a low vibration that started the moment it made contact.
A pulse.
Low. Rhythmic. The specific frequency of demonic vitality energy moving through the tail’s contact point directly into the base of him — not painful, not overwhelming, just a steady infusion, a warmth that spread upward from his balls through the base of his shaft and into the full length of it.
He felt his cock fill.
Not harder — fuller. The kind of fullness that comes with restored energy, with vitality pushed in from the outside, the nine inches of him taking on a deeper pressure, the veins along the shaft thickening, the head darkening further to a near-purple at the crown.
"Hh—"
The sound came from him. Low. Involuntary.
"Good." The succubus’s mouth was at his ear. Her voice warm and proprietary. "That’s mine doing."
Her hands came around his body from behind.
Finding his chest first. Pressing flat against the muscle there, her fingers splaying, and then moving upward to his pecs, squeezing — then traveling sideways, finding her own boobs where they pressed against his back, pulling them forward around his sides so her nipples dragged against his ribs.
"Kiss me," she said.
He turned his head.
Her mouth found his.
PAH—
His hips thrust forward at the same moment — the kiss and the thrust arriving simultaneously, Soha crying out from the table as his cock drove deeper into her while his mouth opened against the succubus’s tongue.
The succubus kissed the way she did everything — with full commitment and no apology, her tongue pushing into his mouth immediately, the warmth of her building against his mouth in a wave that tasted faintly of something not quite human, sweet and electric and warm.
Her hands moved to her own boobs.
His hands replaced them.
His fingers closing over both enormous breasts from behind — the full, heavy weight of each one filling his palms, the elongated pink nipples pressing into his fingers, the flesh so soft it yielded around his grip like something designed to be held exactly like this.
He kneaded.
PAH— PAH—
"OUNGH~!! — HNNGH — AANGH~!!"
Soha’s cry broke against the table, her body jolting with each thrust, the pregnant belly jiggling from the impacts, her one lifted leg shaking against his grip.
The succubus moaned against the kiss.
"Mmhnn—"
His thumb pressed her elongated nipple down, rolling it in a slow circle, the softness of it dragging under the pad of his thumb.
"Mngh—"
Her tail tightened fractionally around his balls.
The vibration increased.
The pulse of vitality energy moving through the coil and into the base of his cock intensified — a warm, building current that made the thrusting feel deeper than it was, that made the walls of Soha’s pussy feel tighter than they physically could be, that filled him with a persistent urgent pressure that his hips responded to without consulting him.
PAH— PAH— PAAAH—
"HAAHIIEENGH — AAANGH — HHHNN~!!"
Soha’s other hand had left the table edge.
She didn’t know when. Her fingers were pressed against her own belly now — not protecting it, just holding it, her palm pressed against the dome of the pregnancy as if needing to feel it still there through everything happening below it.
The succubus broke the kiss.
"Her pussy is flooding," she said against his jaw.
Her voice carried warm clinical appreciation.
"Can you feel it?"
He could.
The slick running freely down his shaft, the wet sound of each thrust obscene and unrestrained in the apartment, the table beneath Soha damp from what her body had been producing.
"Her anal is twitching," the succubus continued.
Her chin on his shoulder, looking at Soha over it, her enormous boobs still in his hands, her tail still coiled, its pulse still feeding vitality upward through his shaft.
"Every time you thrust," she said, "it clenches. Did you notice?"
Soha made a sound.
Not a word. The sound of a woman who has heard something said about her own body that she cannot refute and cannot accept and cannot do anything about because a nine-inch cock is currently rearranging her internal geography.
"Don’t—" she managed.
"Don’t what, sweetheart?"
The succubus’s tone was warm and entirely without mercy.
"Don’t tell you how your body is behaving?" She tilted her head. Her golden horns caught the lamplight. "Your eyes have been rolling for the last three minutes. You look like a woman who is being broken in."
"Shut—"
PAH!
"HYAAK~!!"
The thrust cut through the sentence, Soha’s head snapping back, her grip on her own belly tightening.
"The next hole I’m taking," the succubus said, her voice dropping to the register of a private promise, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, "is that one."
He thrust harder.
PAH— PAH—
The succubus kept talking.
"You see," she said, her mouth warm at his ear, her hands moving from his wrists upward, her fingers pressing over his forearms where they still held her boobs, "I can kill men."
He didn’t slow.
"Sex with a succubus." Her voice was informational now, the register of a teacher, warm and composed. "Our bodies drain sexual energy at the point of climax. If the man is not prepared — if I am not prepared — the drain goes past the energy and into the life force."
PAH— PAAAH—
"AAANGH — NIEENGHHT~!!"
Soha’s leg shook against his grip. Her toes had been curling and uncurling with each thrust and had apparently given up on the pattern and were simply trembling now.
"But if I feed first," the succubus continued, "if my demonic energy is full from harvested lust — then when I take a man, my body is satisfied at the energy level and doesn’t reach for the life beneath."
Her tail pulsed.
"That’s what this is."
Her chin on his shoulder. Her boobs in his hands. Her mouth at his ear. Her tail coiled around his balls, feeding the generated lust energy of Soha’s deflowering upward through the base of his cock and backward into her own demonic reserves.
"I wanted to test you," she said quietly.
A pause between thrusts — not long, a breath.
"I didn’t know why. I still don’t. I just didn’t want to harm you."
He looked at her over his shoulder.
Their faces close. Her golden eyes direct and carrying something unperformed in them, the demon and the honesty sharing the same register for once.
Then he turned back and thrust forward.
PAH—
"HAAANGH~!!"