Rykard had not been a man of modesty and he would not start now. A succubus was right there before him, pliable in every sense of the word. To not push his wants when he had so many and she appeared so willing to finally be taken by him. He grabbed her by the horn again and pinned her down on the rge cushion.

  Every time he manhandled her, forced her into a new position, her breathing hitched. When the held air was released, the wanton, high-pitched sigh was a sound of pure sex-appeal. He straddled her midriff and pillow, putting her at the perfect height so his cock could smack down between her enormous tits.

  “Ah!” the sharp moan escaped her involuntarily. Curving her chest upwards, she swayed left and right for a few moments. The entirety of her voluptuous chest followed the motion with the slight dey such a mass of squishy flesh would take to be put and reversed in its path. The softness rubbed softly along his manhood, making her coo each time.

  “You could be one of mine,” Rykard suggested. The five words made the succubus freeze. Her cum-pstered face shifted to shock. “Realizing the position you’re in?” he asked, mockingly. It was entertaining to watch her shift back and forth between pretending reluctance and absolute obedience.

  “You… you think you can just… hmmm…” A frustrated hum of deep satisfaction reverberated deep in her throat.

  What made her tremble oh so seductively? Was it the bit of cum that covered her cherry lips, reaching her taste buds as she spoke, or was it that he was thrusting back and forth between her resting tits? Probably both, considering the evident sensitivity of those mountains of flesh and her status as a succubus. Vyra already enjoyed his seed tremendously. As a true semen demon, Hey would likely go incongruous if she got to properly taste his virile seed.

  “You… think you ca-ahn-nnn just waltz in here, sp your… your fat… delicious… your cock across my face and… and force me to become your submissive harem sex…s-sve?”

  Rykard smiled at the over-detailed question. “Yes.” He pulled on her horn and bowed down, his green eyes drilling into the pools of red in bck. “That’s exactly what I want to do. Do you think you can stop me?” Hey barely repressed a genuine cry of lust, downgrading it to a whimper. The truth was evident, however: she loved that he was stringing her along. “You’ve been waiting for a man that shows you your pce. A dom in this ocean of servile ineptitude,” he called her out. “So be a good girl, squish your tits together, and if you beg to become one of mine, I’ll consider letting you get a proper taste.”

  Hey crumbled within seconds. Slowly at first, then with more and more certainty, she raised her hands. Fingers pressed into the sides of her breasts. Her nails, shortened down to a reasonable length in absence of demonic reinforcement, dug into the red flesh as she pressed. Lying on her back, her tits had fttened to a point they made her entire rib cage look much broader. There was deceptively much that had to fit under her palms. Too much, in fact. More than half of her gigantic tits spilled out north and south of her hands.

  Important was that she managed to envelope his manhood in the hot and slippery confines of her breasts. Easily rge enough to cover his entire cock, her tits swallowed up his rge, girthy member. Rykard let out a satisfied grunt. Around him was the heat of hellfire and her oil-like sweat provided immediate lubrication. She had only continued to glisten as the stimution mounted. Every aspect of this creature was made for sex after all.

  A fact that was never more pinly evident than the second she pushed her tits together and tensed up all over. The arching of her spine intensified, her head flew back, and her feet kicked one of the ruined pillows behind them. She screamed. Her tail shed the floor. Her hips bucked off the cushion, dropped down, and rose back up among spasms.

  Hey blinked back to half-reason after several seconds, finding him smirking. “See how good it feels when you just submit?” he asked and pinched one of her nipples. An aftershock made her tremble. “Pledge yourself to become my personal haremette. I’m the only man worthy of you. The only one you ever need. I’ll keep you satisfied. I’ll breed you. I’ll let you live with the rest of my beautiful harem.”

  Trembling head to toe, she swallowed back her immediate answer. Rykard could see the surrender spelled out in her eyes, but vestiges of pride kept her from taking the leap. Vestiges of pride and the other desire so clearly written over her white-decorated features: ‘Make me!’

  Rykard pulled on her nipple, then began to fuck her tits in earnest. Hey writhed underneath him with every thrust. She had no experience with any of this, yet still she shook her tits and curved her back in all manners of alluring additions to the simple back and forth. The excess of her titanic tits rippled whenever he smacked against the hellish softness of her raised underboobs.

  Cpping of flesh against soft flesh filled the room. The sovereign only accelerated, coaxing from Hey all manner of gorgeous sounds. Her tits were supremely sensitive. While Rykard had the stamina to just keep going and going, having just had an outlet for his pressure, Hey was a woman and as a woman she had the blessing and curse of continued sensitivity.

  Expression lustfully vacant, she nuzzled instinctively against his hand when he touched the side of her face. The gesture was so sudden and affectionate, that Rykard was surprised. Hey did not notice what she was doing. Too deep in the throes of a third orgasm, she just stared up in pure desire with both eyes. Rykard brushed her hair back so he could see her left one with more crity.

  Hard and harder still, he kept penetrating the sensitive, slippery tunnel between her squished tits. It was wet and hot, different from proper holes only because her skin was so delightfully smooth that it did not offer the same degree of pleasurable friction. Hey, just knowing what she was supposed to do, massaged his manhood by kneading her immense tits. The motions distantly registered during his thrusts and certainly registered to the naked eye.

  Her fat tits were hypnotic. Their shape constantly shifted. Her shoulders pushed together or pulling back reflected in how full her breasts looked. Thrusts fttened the teardrop shape of the bags of hopes and dreams for split seconds at a time, before making the succubus’ entire body quake from force and delight. The kneading of her fingers pressed soft indentations into her smooth, red skin, pushing the excess flesh off to the side. Dark red nipples sat atop the two mountains that, no matter what was done to them, always returned to a delightfully round shape at the end of it, ready to be pyed with more.

  Rykard bowed over her, casting a shadow over her face. He grabbed her by the chin with his entire hand, partly covering her lips. The grasp was hard and domineering. He forced her face left to right, inspecting her like a piece of cattle he was considering buying. “Submit,” he demanded. “Pledge yourself as my haremette.”

  Hey stayed quiet and accelerated the massage she was giving him through her tits. Growling, Rykard pinned her down harder, continuing to fuck her chest all the while.

  “I’m getting close,” he let her know, “and if you refuse to decre your gorgeously fat ass my property, I’ll just unload between your fuckable tits. You won’t drink a single drop of it. Understood?” To that, she nodded, quicker than a thought could travel. “Good girl,” he whispered those two words tenderly, just as a fifth orgasm made the succubus writhe all over. “Answer me or you’ll get nothing!”

  “Yes!” Hey finally broke. “I will be part of your harem! I will, I will, just cum in my mouth, please, plea-a-a-ase!”

  That was the st Rykard could take. Rapidly moving up, he grabbed her by both horns and pulled her lips over his cock. He only sunk a little past the head into her, before the lightning storm of bliss inside him concentrated in a singur moment. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his manhood, as the first spurt pumped into her.

  Hey’s eyes rolled up immediately. She grabbed his legs to keep herself in position. The digging of her nails was counteracted splendidly by the pressing of her soft tits against the inside of his thighs.

  Wave after wave of cum filled her mouth. The tight seal of her lips let nothing escape, She sucked intensely. Rykard felt some of his life force escape in the process. He had too much to give for that to be concerning. What mattered was that Hey’s tongue kept working his sensitive spots, until he had nothing left to give.

  With a loud pop, he pulled out of her mouth. He was greeted by the view of her tongue stirring the mixture of cum and saliva that had pooled in her mouth. ‘Just a born submissive,’ Rykard thought and said. “Swallow.”

  The succubus closed her mouth and gulped intensely. As his load ran down her throat, her body tensed and contorted. A fresh orgasm made her eyes roll up even higher, until the red in them was barely visible behind her fluttering eyelids.