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For the first time since her initiation ritual - a coming-of-age ceremony for all Succubi - Rumia completely drowned in ecstasy, a broken state of mind she should be inducing to her victims, not herself. To be driven senseless by her mating partner, a complete mockery of her demonic sub-race, what would her parents think? Their runaway daughter being violated by a disgusting monster, she'd be a pariah of the Xezbesh household. Right now though, she couldn't care less. The drunk girl kept shuddering in pleasure, whimpers and gasps escaping her lips in lustful abandon. Whoever would fuck her next, Aren or the monster, she didn't give a shite, someone just do it already! The prideful girl still had a tiny amount of restraint in her to not beg like a nymphomaniac whore. The elf made his decision as he brought her closer to the tentacles, also as aroused beyond belief like her, her succubi orifices also affected the slimy thing it seemed. "A~ah~" The female demon moaned in delight as the monster caressed her, the kiss on her head made her bit her lower lip as Aren returned her to carnal purgatory, her long wail of pleasure signalled her gratitude.
For the next half an hour, Rumia experienced arguably the most intense sex she ever had and being a succubus, that was saying something. Her pink eyes went blank and empty, her mouth opened wide to let her moans sang without restraint. She purred like a cat in heat as the tentacles restrained her limbs, drenching her body in its potent love juices. Her body tensed and flexed under the intense pressure, but the monster held her fast.. not that she wanted to escape anyway. The bottom of her dress followed its top's fate, ripped apart by the hungry monster, "Fuh~..." making what remaining coherent thoughts left her mind. She felt something hot, slimy, and stiff poking against her lower lip, followed with her eyes shot open in extreme pleasure. Her back arched and a loud air-shattering scream erupted from her vocal cords, the monster had done it... it had penetrated her, there was no going back now.
The monster took no heed, giving her no rest even though Rumia just cummed, its large girth impaled her, parting her walls until it reached her cervix, thrusting back and forth. "Aaaah~!! Mmmfh~!! Aaah ah ah hah... AH~!" Surely her high-pitched voice was like music to her ears, her succubi nature should be enough to drive a man mad with lust, Aren was definitely something else. It continued in this way, Rumia cumming over and over as the tentacle violated her every being, but things were just getting started, the succubus fell deeper into depravity as the chest swallowed her, body covered in tentacles, leaving no part of her untouched. Hell, it like being thrown into the deepest hell reserved for demons who were condemned for being too evil even for their standards, but it felt so good. "Ah... AAAAAAAAAAAAAHN~!!!" Another loud scream violently echoed against the chamber's walls as the monster penetrated her cervix, going into the room reserved for pregnancy... which the monster more than glad to oblige, it sent inhumane amount of load inside her, again and again.
"Nmmfh~ A-ah... ha, good... huweh... sho ghud! Ha... ah~" Rumia lost her mind, eyes rolled upwards as her tongue slurred out, an utterly unsightly sight. The blissful agony would continue until thirty long minutes passed and by then, Rumia was barely there, twitching and slurring, her consciousness left her. Everything that transpired after went unnoticed.
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"Rumia, the decision is final, you are to marry Archdemon Gafirion in the coming week." A red-skinned male demon in a hellish robe and cape with a pair of two flaming horns on his head could be seen arguing with a succubus which was apparently his daughter.
"No, Papa! I'm not marrying that fugly son of a pig!"
"How dare you! Why... you stubborn- if only your mother's here, she will approve."
"Mama's dead, old fart! Don't bring her into this, THAT'S IT! I had enough! I'm going, don't bother looking for me, I'm NOT coming back!" The succubus named Rumia scoffed off her father as she took out a teleportation scroll, her form snuffing out in flames. Her father tried to grab her but his arm grabbed nothing but the hot winds of hell.
"Rumia?! RUMIAAAAA!!!"
--
"*Gasp*?!" The succubus woke up with a jolt, her body felt sore, but oddly refreshed. Not just that, she felt powerful... mighty, like she could do anything, power was brimming from her fingertips. "W-wha...? Ah!" Realization came soon enough, her recovered mind recalled what happened to her. The chest... tentacles, Aren, and then more tentacles, she must've absorbed the monster's fluids, recovering her to full strength. "Aren?" Oddly enough, the first thing that came to her mind was the elf, she looked left and right, the familiar room told her she was back in Aren's home, he was nowhere in sight but she could smell his scent. "Mmmph..." The girl was just about to get off the bed when she realized her lack of clothes except for a vest... Aren's vest. "Eep?!" Her cheeks flushed as she used the blankets to cover herself, why was she naked? Ah right... the monster destroyed her dress. "..." She went silent as she brood about what happened, Aren must've seen everything, just thinking about it made her face turned red like her father's skin.
Sighing in defeat, Rumia used the blanket as a makeshift robe, wrapping it around her body as she made her way to the kitchen. "A-aren?" She peeked her head inside and there he was, cooking dinner and... sewing? Not just that, he was sewing her dress. Her brows furrowed in disbelief, she was positive her gothic lolita apparel was destroyed beyond repair and yet... by Asmodeus, everything about the green-haired male just confused her. He saved her twice in a row now even after her foolish mistake and constant mockery, he was also repairing her dress... which meant more than the young man probably realized, the dress was given to Rumia by her late mother, Mistress Bathory Xezbesh. All these combined, attacking him again would push her down to 'ungrateful bitch' territory even by demonic standards. The blanket-covered girl reluctantly entered the dining room as she sat on a chair across from him, fidgeting with her pink hair, now freed from its usual twin-tailed bounds, cascading down her back. "I uh... uhm... ehehe, I mean... I..." Satan, why was it so hard? "S-sorry and uh... t-thank you..."
For the next half an hour, Rumia experienced arguably the most intense sex she ever had and being a succubus, that was saying something. Her pink eyes went blank and empty, her mouth opened wide to let her moans sang without restraint. She purred like a cat in heat as the tentacles restrained her limbs, drenching her body in its potent love juices. Her body tensed and flexed under the intense pressure, but the monster held her fast.. not that she wanted to escape anyway. The bottom of her dress followed its top's fate, ripped apart by the hungry monster, "Fuh~..." making what remaining coherent thoughts left her mind. She felt something hot, slimy, and stiff poking against her lower lip, followed with her eyes shot open in extreme pleasure. Her back arched and a loud air-shattering scream erupted from her vocal cords, the monster had done it... it had penetrated her, there was no going back now.
The monster took no heed, giving her no rest even though Rumia just cummed, its large girth impaled her, parting her walls until it reached her cervix, thrusting back and forth. "Aaaah~!! Mmmfh~!! Aaah ah ah hah... AH~!" Surely her high-pitched voice was like music to her ears, her succubi nature should be enough to drive a man mad with lust, Aren was definitely something else. It continued in this way, Rumia cumming over and over as the tentacle violated her every being, but things were just getting started, the succubus fell deeper into depravity as the chest swallowed her, body covered in tentacles, leaving no part of her untouched. Hell, it like being thrown into the deepest hell reserved for demons who were condemned for being too evil even for their standards, but it felt so good. "Ah... AAAAAAAAAAAAAHN~!!!" Another loud scream violently echoed against the chamber's walls as the monster penetrated her cervix, going into the room reserved for pregnancy... which the monster more than glad to oblige, it sent inhumane amount of load inside her, again and again.
"Nmmfh~ A-ah... ha, good... huweh... sho ghud! Ha... ah~" Rumia lost her mind, eyes rolled upwards as her tongue slurred out, an utterly unsightly sight. The blissful agony would continue until thirty long minutes passed and by then, Rumia was barely there, twitching and slurring, her consciousness left her. Everything that transpired after went unnoticed.
--
"Rumia, the decision is final, you are to marry Archdemon Gafirion in the coming week." A red-skinned male demon in a hellish robe and cape with a pair of two flaming horns on his head could be seen arguing with a succubus which was apparently his daughter.
"No, Papa! I'm not marrying that fugly son of a pig!"
"How dare you! Why... you stubborn- if only your mother's here, she will approve."
"Mama's dead, old fart! Don't bring her into this, THAT'S IT! I had enough! I'm going, don't bother looking for me, I'm NOT coming back!" The succubus named Rumia scoffed off her father as she took out a teleportation scroll, her form snuffing out in flames. Her father tried to grab her but his arm grabbed nothing but the hot winds of hell.
"Rumia?! RUMIAAAAA!!!"
--
"*Gasp*?!" The succubus woke up with a jolt, her body felt sore, but oddly refreshed. Not just that, she felt powerful... mighty, like she could do anything, power was brimming from her fingertips. "W-wha...? Ah!" Realization came soon enough, her recovered mind recalled what happened to her. The chest... tentacles, Aren, and then more tentacles, she must've absorbed the monster's fluids, recovering her to full strength. "Aren?" Oddly enough, the first thing that came to her mind was the elf, she looked left and right, the familiar room told her she was back in Aren's home, he was nowhere in sight but she could smell his scent. "Mmmph..." The girl was just about to get off the bed when she realized her lack of clothes except for a vest... Aren's vest. "Eep?!" Her cheeks flushed as she used the blankets to cover herself, why was she naked? Ah right... the monster destroyed her dress. "..." She went silent as she brood about what happened, Aren must've seen everything, just thinking about it made her face turned red like her father's skin.
Sighing in defeat, Rumia used the blanket as a makeshift robe, wrapping it around her body as she made her way to the kitchen. "A-aren?" She peeked her head inside and there he was, cooking dinner and... sewing? Not just that, he was sewing her dress. Her brows furrowed in disbelief, she was positive her gothic lolita apparel was destroyed beyond repair and yet... by Asmodeus, everything about the green-haired male just confused her. He saved her twice in a row now even after her foolish mistake and constant mockery, he was also repairing her dress... which meant more than the young man probably realized, the dress was given to Rumia by her late mother, Mistress Bathory Xezbesh. All these combined, attacking him again would push her down to 'ungrateful bitch' territory even by demonic standards. The blanket-covered girl reluctantly entered the dining room as she sat on a chair across from him, fidgeting with her pink hair, now freed from its usual twin-tailed bounds, cascading down her back. "I uh... uhm... ehehe, I mean... I..." Satan, why was it so hard? "S-sorry and uh... t-thank you..."