Chapter 17- a succubus

Alchemy skills were switched off, making the process of healing Tiffany much simpler and more straightforward. After drawing the curtains of the inn, they filled their stomachs with bought bread and sausages, then took responsibility for washing away filth with a basin of hot water kept warm by a fire crystal. Frank stripped the young slave girl naked and placed her on the bed, commencing the process of washing the birthmark with semen.

With the divine touch bestowed upon him, it only took a few minutes before Tiffany convulsed in climax, her dripping honey pot effortlessly accommodating the thick, long phallus that penetrated her. Her inexperienced body was naturally tight and smooth, and the stimulation of climax caused her inner muscles to contract involuntarily, sending Frank into euphoria, unable to think amidst the pleasure.

In this otherworldly realm devoid of smartphones, computers, air conditioning, and running water... so what? The happiness he found here was perhaps many times greater than before.

To enhance the efficiency of the treatment, he didn't restrain himself. As the pleasure accumulated to its threshold, he teased Tiffany's tender bud with his fingers, erupting thick semen into her convulsing core.

The blessed semen, easily cleaned up compared to ordinary people, as most of it would be swiftly absorbed by the mucous membrane of the female body, leaving only thin, watery lust akin to female love fluids.

Perhaps due to the overall enhancement brought about by the increase in faith level, after two releases, Tiffany's greenish skin visibly improved.

After glancing at herself in the mirror, Tiffany was also pleasantly surprised. Despite being exhausted to the bone, she couldn't care less and squatted in the basin, using water to reduce swelling, while simultaneously sucking on his member to help him get hard again, thus beginning another delightful session of moans and pleasure.

The widely spoken language in this world not only had complex tones but also featured many nasal sounds. Female-specific words often ended with an upward inflection, making their moans particularly charming and pleasing.

They continued their activities from the afternoon until the purple moon hung high, and in the quiet of the night, after eating a few bites due to hunger, Tiffany slumped on the table, falling asleep.

Looking at the birthmark on her face, now faded to the point where it barely affected her appearance, Frank, fully satisfied with his lolita's transformation, smiled and kissed her gently before carrying her to bed, pulling up the covers and lying down beside her.

With just ten releases, he had achieved this effect. By his calculations, he could probably cure her by tomorrow. Not only would this improve his mood, but it would also serve as an excellent example to spread the faith of the goddess.

The contract book given to him when he bought Tiffany still had her simple drawing. By comparing it, he could demonstrate the power of the goddess. He believed that the people of this world would surely buy into it.

With hopeful anticipation for the future, Frank drifted off to sleep amidst the lingering scent of bodily fluids filling the room.

But in the early hours of the morning, he awoke to a strange sensation, groggily opening his eyes to find that he couldn't move any of his limbs!

The room's magic stone lamp was set to its dimmest but still illuminated. A slender, sexy figure of a woman was sitting on top of him, somehow immobilizing his hands and feet.

As Frank stared at her, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Because she wasn't human.

She was a succubus, her long, seductive lips licking with a snake-like, bright red tongue.

"Ah, I thought you would wait until I began enjoying myself before waking up. It seems your alertness is stronger than I imagined," the succubus, sitting astride Frank, said with a mischievous smile as she pulled down his pants. In her eyes, as bright as amethysts, excitement gleamed fervently.

His consciousness could provide basic information about succubi, but the overly generalized descriptions didn't accurately correspond to the lady straddling him. Succubi were a subspecies of higher-ranking demons from the dark side, exclusively female, primarily relying on seducing human males to enhance reproductive efficiency, otherwise evolving through low-probability mutations with the accumulation of demonic energy from smaller demons.

Knowing this was like knowing humans on Earth evolved from ancient apes, reproduced through heterosexual mating, and required women to carry offspring for ten months—meaningless to him at this moment. He was more interested in what this succubus intended to do.

He couldn't think of anything and couldn't focus. A faint, wondrous scent permeated the air, undoubtedly the succubus's doing. His libido was unusually heightened, his blood almost bursting his phallus, and his eyes couldn't tear away from the succubus's seductive and sexy body.

It differed greatly from human females in many aspects. She had a pair of small, curved horns on her head, suggesting she was barely of age. Her ears were pointed, longer than humans' but shorter than elves', with the tips pointing downward. All exposed skin exhibited a marvelous faint blue hue, poreless and exceptionally delicate, resembling moist blue jade. Areas not exposed were covered by a black, tough membrane, glossy and reflective on the outside, exuding a sensuality akin to an SM queen.

On her back were folded, retractable wings, resembling those of a large bat. Beneath the wings, a tail of the same color, jet black with a spindle-shaped end, swayed skillfully.

Yet, she shared similarities with human females in many aspects, such as facial features apart from the ears and the basic structure of the torso. Most importantly, the generously endowed breasts and voluptuous buttocks, emanating an aura of sexual desire, connected to a slender waist, formed a figure of fiery allure that most human females would likely strive for their entire lives.

Frank was certain he preferred petite, cute, and gentle types, not the sexy and seductive ones. But his member refused to listen. The large breasts and ample buttocks signaled excellent reproductive potential, and his penis, bearing the great mission of reproduction, naturally stood at attention, full of fighting spirit.

His mind raced, considering ways to escape, even contemplating whether to throw out Ivanka's body to startle the succubus.

The succubus had admired the outline of the thick member long enough. She reached out, grasping it, then opened her mouth wide, her forked tongue dripping sticky saliva akin to lubricant. Her nimble fingers quickly wrapped around the glans, rubbing it.

"Ah..." If it weren't for the stamina blessed by the goddess, Frank had no doubt this pleasure would make him ejaculate onto the ceiling in ten seconds.

Tiffany was sound asleep, pushed into a corner, perhaps under some physical hypnosis induced by the succubus. But even if she woke up, as a fragile human slave, she wouldn't stand a chance against this demon.

"What... what do you want?" Frank attempted communication, trying to negotiate.

Succubi didn't need food or drink; before reaching adulthood at twenty, they relied on their mother's demonic energy for growth, and after maturity, they preyed on the life force contained in the semen of males of other races. Therefore, although they belonged to the dark side, they were in fierce competition with other demonic beings who considered semen as a delicious beverage.

If the succubus in front of him was just looking to satisfy her hunger, he was confident he could supply her until she was full. Succubi were natural masters of sexual technique, and he was more than willing to enjoy himself and give her a few releases.

The succubus looked somewhat surprised as she played with his member, tilting her head, "Did I use the wrong method? Why haven't you ejaculated yet?"

Frank managed a smile, "Actually, I have good endurance, so I thought we could discuss this."

"Mom said not to negotiate with prey. Oh dear... perhaps I shouldn't be so picky. I should try it on other prey first."

"Your method is not wrong, I... I feel very comfortable. Miss Succubus, I think we can negotiate and help each other."

"Not necessary." The proud succubus raised her chin, her purple eyes glancing sideways at him. "You are prey, and I am the hunter. I have been eyeing you for half a day. The scent emanating from your crotch is too tempting; I shouldn't have punched that astrologer. To think I could find such a perfect delicacy in this place..."

She lowered her head, intoxicatedly licking the already very numb glans. The forked tip of her tongue could stimulate nearly half the circumference at once, so pleasurable that he couldn't help but moan, "You can shout as loud as you want, it doesn't matter. Everything inside the barrier, people outside can't hear. I'll savor your taste slowly. If it really smells as wonderful as it tastes... then you're truly lucky."

"Lucky?"

"Yes, lucky. I am the noble heir of the Star Kiss family, Christina, from Celestial. Only the most flavorful and satisfying providers of life essence are qualified to become my livestock. Ah, I'm also very lucky. To have such a perfect prey as my first after reaching adulthood, Mom must be envious of me."

The succubus triumphantly enveloped Frank's manhood with her mouth and began to demonstrate her skills, watching his face intently.

"Ah!" In just a few seconds, Frank was so comfortable he almost rolled his eyes back.

The oral cavity wrapped around him was even tighter and wetter than a woman's sexual organ, and the forked tongue directly entwined from both sides, pressing against the glans' ridge while swallowing and spitting, squeezing. It was as if there was another tighter, tender vagina hidden inside the soul-rending passage, making every thrust of his member feel ecstatic.