CHAPTER 23: [R-18] BODY AND SOUL

The tent was heavy with heat.

A red breath still pierced the walls, as if the desert refused to die. The fight had ended only a few minutes ago, but the silence inside was anything but peaceful. It was an animal silence. Dense. Saturated with sweat, tension, bodies. I was standing. Naked. So was she.

Nyss stood a few steps away, legs crossed, arms at her sides. Upright. Proud. She wasn’t hiding. Her breasts rose slowly, barely. Her tail coiled nervously around her leg, like a snake hesitating between the bite and the retreat. Her gaze, golden and slanted, analyzed me. And under her skin, glistening with moisture, I could already feel the micro-tremors of her ego giving way.

— You’re not like the others, she said.

She didn’t look defeated. But she had stopped playing. No more mockery. No more posed seductress performances. Her voice was low, steady, almost respectful.

— You could have crushed me out there. Defiled me like an animal, before the ashes of my men. And yet you brought me in here. You let me stand. You look at me. Straight. Naked. And I don’t see a male... I see a king who doesn’t need a throne.

I didn’t answer.

I approached.

She didn’t move, but her nostrils flared.

— You’re nothing like a demon. Nothing like a hero. Nothing like a god. And yet, my belly tells me to bend the knee. My wings scream at me to kneel. My sex...

She stopped. Not out of modesty.

Out of lucidity.

I stood in front of her. Just a few centimeters away. I could smell her skin — that carnal, coppery, sulfurous scent unique to high-ranking succubi. Her body shone. Her belly trembled faintly. But her eyes... were calm. And tense.

I slowly raised my hand. Not to strike her. Not to grab her. Just an order. A gesture.

— On your knees.

She didn’t smile. Didn’t respond. She hesitated for a second — the last one.

Then she obeyed.

Her knees touched the floor with a silky rustle. She lowered her head for a moment. A drop of sweat rolled down her temple. She was magnificent. Naked, offered, but not submissive like a slave.

She submitted like a breeder choosing her stallion.

— You want to break me? she said, eyes still lowered. Very well. But know what that means. If I give myself... I bind myself. And if I bind myself, I destroy for you. I kill for you. I cum for you.

I knelt before her.

Our faces were only a few centimeters apart.

— You’re not here to love me, Nyss. Nor to worship me. You’re here to serve. To carry me. To spread your legs when I demand it. And to smile when I fill you.

She closed her eyes.

A long shiver climbed from her sex to her throat.

I made her raise her arms. She obeyed.

I placed them on her thighs, with my hands.

— Stay like that. Until I decide.

She nodded, her throat tight.

I stood slowly, still naked. My cock throbbed, hard, tense. She looked at it. Not with hunger. With respect.

— You are my king... she whispered.

— No.

She raised her eyes.

— You haven’t earned that title yet.

I leaned down, brushed her chin with a finger.

— But you will earn the right to give it to me.

She spread her legs. Slowly. Without a word.

And lowered her head.

— I offer myself to you. Entirely. Body, wings, power, blood. But... you dictate everything.

I smiled.

She had just lost.

I gave her no respite.

The moment her head lowered, I placed a hand on her neck and gently forced her toward the ground. She let me do it. Not limply. But like one bows before something older than oneself. Her forehead touched the burning carpet, her thighs spread a little more. Her ass, offered, rose slowly, and her tail lazily swayed in the air behind her, in an almost lascivious rhythm.

— Do you want me to fuck you like a slut or like a sovereign, Nyss?

She didn’t answer. But her hips rolled toward me.

A provocation.

I knelt behind her, hand still on her neck, and let my cock slide between her thighs without penetrating her. I wanted her to feel it. Everything. The heat. The weight. The control. She let out a faint moan.

Then, in a swift movement, she straightened up. Turned around. And grabbed my shoulders to push me backward.

I let her.

A trap.

She climbed on top of me, legs spread, pussy wet, already ready to impale herself. She was smiling. Her face was magnificent: mocking, wild, steeped in raw instinct. Her breasts bounced with each move, and her eyes sparkled.

— I’m on top, she whispered.

She impaled herself in one sharp thrust.

Her smile froze.

— HhhhaaAAAH...!

The cry rose, broke, turned into a long, trembling moan that vibrated against my chest.

I hadn’t moved. Not a millimeter. But the system had already acted.

[SYSTEM – LUST v2.01]

Sensory amplification: active

Captive orifice lock – duration: 5 minutes

She tried to move. Impossible. Her hips were as if sucked in, frozen in total contraction. Each throb of my cock sent a shockwave up her spine. She grimaced. No pain. Pure pleasure. Too pure.

— Aaahhh...! Hhhhnnn...!

Her thighs shook, her hips tried to escape but stayed glued to me.

— What the...?!

I sat up in one move. Our chests pressed together. I placed my hands on her ass and pinned her to me.

— Bad choice, Nyss. You still thought you were in control. Even offered.

I pivoted.

And violently flipped her onto her back.

She screamed, her wings crushed beneath her, legs spread, still impaled, unable to break free.

I fucked her without restraint.

A shock. Brutal. Uninterrupted.

She panted. She fought. She struggled from the inside. But her whole body vibrated in my hands. Her nipples pointed at the sky, drenched in sweat. Her belly tightened. Her throat could only let out broken noises. Moans, growls, whimpers.

I grabbed her thighs, put her on her side. One thrust. She screamed. Again. Then I turned her over.

On her knees.

Arms stretched forward. Head on the floor.

Her hips offered themselves again.

I entered. Hard.

— HhhhhaaaAAAH...! Nnnngh...!

Her voice broke under the impact, her back arching in a sharp jolt.

And then, she stopped speaking.

She arched violently, fingers digging into the carpet, back taut, wings spread like burning nerves.

A jet of nectar splashed my thighs.

And she came.

Hard.

— HhhhhaaaaAAAHHH...!

Her cry turned into a trembling pant, punctuated by desperate little "ah... ah... ah..."

Her body no longer obeyed her. She trembled, whimpered, begged without speaking. I held her by the hips, pounding her in rhythm, watching her break down beneath me.

[SYSTEM – LUST v2.01]

Succubus reproductive organ: overload

Status: involuntary orgasm detected

Progression: 100%

I slowed down. Just a little.

She collapsed to her knees, panting, mouth open.

And then, the new notification appeared.

[SYSTEM – LUST v2.01]

Secondary mission unlocked:

"Make Nyss lose consciousness during the act."

Reward: ???

I smiled.

She raised her eyes. Her cheeks were red. Her chest soaked.

— Aaahhh...! Nnnn... nngh...!

Her voice caught in her throat before she managed to articulate:

— You’re going... to kill me...

I leaned in. Whispered against her neck:

— No, Nyss. I’m going to erase you.

The sound of tearing fabric barely reached me between the thrusts.

I lifted my head, without slowing down. My hips kept slamming into Nyss’s open ass, still on her knees, trembling, unable to speak. Her pussy made a dirty noise with each thrust: a mix of juices, internal cum, and endless muscle spasms.

And yet... I had felt the tension change in the tent.

I turned my head slightly.

She was there.

Sae.

At the entrance. Nude silhouette, framed by the red evening light. Her tunic was gone. Or she had torn it off. Her skin shone with sweat, her chest rose fast, nervous. Her thighs were already wet.

Her gaze... was feverish.

— I... can I join?

She spoke softly. As if her own voice embarrassed her. But she didn’t blink. She looked at me. At my body. At my cock buried in a broken succubus. She was only waiting for a sign. An opening. A hand extended.

I dug my fingers into Nyss’s hips.

And refused.

— No.

Sae flinched.

— It’s not for you today.

My voice was calm. Dry. Sharp.

— This isn’t sharing. It’s a conquest.

She swallowed. Her breath quickened. Her thighs rubbed slowly against each other, as if the refusal itself aroused her even more. She stepped back, then fell to her knees, a few meters from us, on the burning carpet.

— I just... want to watch.

She spread her legs. Slowly. Filthily slowly.

Her fingers slipped between her lips immediately. She was already soaked. It was flowing. Her swollen clit almost popped out on its own, throbbing with her heartbeat. She began rubbing herself. Slowly at first, two fingers in circles. Then faster.

Her breasts moved with each breath. Heavy. Shiny. Her nipples were erect, red, almost painful.

She stared at me.

Not at Nyss.

Me.

— Keep going... she begged.

I resumed my thrusts.

Slower. Deeper. I wanted her to hear it.

For each slap of my hips against Nyss’s ass to be a hammer blow in her gut.

Sae bit her lips. Hard. Blood welled up.

Then she opened her mouth. And drooled.

Literally.

A thick string, stretched between her teeth, ran down her chin to her chest.

She was masturbating like a bitch in heat, unable to hold back, unable to look away. Her fingers made obscene noises between her thighs, she moaned, panted, her back arched, and she slid onto her side, rubbing her belly against the cum-soaked carpet.

She had no modesty left. Just need.

I ignored her.

Deliberately.

I kept my pace. My rhythm. My hands gripping Nyss’s trembling ass. And I could feel, behind me, that tension rising again, like an invisible beast swelling in the shadows.

Sae sat with her legs spread, filthy, hair stuck to her cheek, mouth open, fucking herself with her fingers... just for the right to watch.

And she was almost crying.

Nyss no longer screamed. She shrieked.

— AaAAAHHH...! Hhhhnnn...! Hhhhaa...!

Her moans mixed with her screams, each thrust ripping a new, more desperate sound from her.

Each thrust pulled her further from reality. Her voice rose, broke, came back, saturated with pure pleasure. She clawed the ground, the carpet, my arms, her own belly. Her breasts flattened under her with each thrust, her wings beat the air as if her body still refused to shut down.

I held her like a weapon of war.

One hand on her hips. The other around her neck.

Not to choke her. Not really. Just enough for her to feel it. To know I could silence her with a single finger.

Her back arched with each penetration, revealing the moist line of her spine, etched with sweat. Her ass slapped against my pelvis with a sharp, obscene, wet sound.

— You... you’re... going to... break me... she sobbed.

I answered with a sharp thrust.

She arched. Shook. Drooled on the carpet.

Sae, on the other side, was still panting. Lying on her side, fingers buried to the palm in her dripping pussy, she writhed against the floor. Her belly contracted, her breasts pressed against her own skin, she rubbed her soaked thighs together. Moans escaped her like fever bubbles.

She looked at Nyss. At me. At our bodies. The impact. The smell. The sound. And she cried from wanting.

I grabbed Nyss by the hair, pulled her back. Her back against my chest. Her pussy still impaled. I pushed again.

She screamed.

— Hhhhnnn...! HhhhaaAAH...!

— You... you... ah... aah... AAH!

Her voice tore into an almost animal scream.

Her legs gave out. But I held her.

I shifted position. Flipped her. Flat on her stomach. Then on her side. Then on all fours. Then, finally, I lifted her into my arms, legs spread, suspended on my cock, and fucked her in suspension, brutally.

Her eyes rolled back. Her tongue came out. Her breath stopped.

[SYSTEM – LUST v2.01]

Neuronal overload

Brain: abnormal responses

Status: loss of consciousness imminent

I pounded her hips.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Sae screamed beside us. She came in a trembling spasm, fingers still buried in her dripping cunt, thighs pressed together, belly slick with cum and sweat. She literally cried from orgasm, shaking, panting, unable to speak.

Nyss no longer moaned.

She choked.

— HhhhaaAAAHhh... nnnnnghh... ahhh...

A hoarse growl escaped her throat, cut off by the last wave that tore through her body.

Her eyes rolled back. Her arms fell. Her body went limp in my arms.

I held her. Slowed.

And the system displayed what I already knew.

[SYSTEM – LUST v2.01]

Secondary mission complete:

"Make Nyss lose consciousness during the act."

Reward: +200 points

A burning mark appeared on Nyss’s lower belly. An organic, black, spiral symbol, just above her sex. It pulsed slowly, like a second heart.

[SYSTEM – LUST v2.01]

Mission complete:

"Form a Bond with Nyss"

Rewards: +1000 shop points; +9 free points

I laid her down gently.

Her body glistened. With cum, sweat, pleasure. Her skin was burning. Her mouth slightly open. She was sleeping. No — she was somewhere else.

Sae, still panting, crawled to me.

Naked, dirty, soaked, she rested her cheek against my thigh, in silence.

And I... I stayed there.

Standing.

Naked.

Hard.

A king without a crown, but with two women collapsed at my feet, both marked.