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How to be a Succubus

When a woman dies in the ocean with regret and hate, she becomes a siren to mesmerize men to sink their ships. When a woman dies in the snow in despair, she becomes a yuki-onna to freeze anyone who has the guts to look at her. When a raped woman dies with the desire for revenge in her heart, she becomes a succubus to suffer men and to be fed from them. This is my story; written for those who take the hard way instead of accepting death and rely on angels to bring justice. *Mature content *No underage character *No incest *No love, just lust

Lolth · ゲーム
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101 Chs

Aftermath

The most sensitive parts of my body were getting teased without mercy. I was about to burst, again, and honestly, I was feeling insulted about not making them release yet.

''Yeah... what a lust demon, isn't she one?'' the fox muttered, yawning.

''Sorry for boring you, your highness.''

I put my hands on Hermes' shoulders and straightened my posture. Moving my hips made both of them moan.

''My goddess! Baby, please. This position is not easy to it up with,'' Hermes said.

''Let it go the moment you want, pretty boy,'' Ender glared at him.

Hermes responded to him with the same. ''After you, prick.''

I was so done with their ''whose bigger'' contest. I gathered all my lustful aura and covered us. Then, I squeezed my bottom as hard as I could and started to ride.

''Was about to time,'' the fox sighed.

I ignored the fox. Hermes was right though. It wasn't a position that gives us a place to move.

Luckily, I didn't need too much space. Pull, push. Up, down.

Ender let out a hoarse moan biting my neck. ''Your dance is gorgeous, princess,'' he said nuzzling the back of my head. ''You should do that on me while I am laying on the bed, all open.''

''Glady,'' said the fox.

''He's not talking to you!''

The fox rolled its eyes. ''No need to squeal, you jelly.''

Up, down. Their breaths were on my skin. Their heat. One second, I was empty. The next second, they were filling me. The pace was exhausting but utterly pleasurable.

The lust was in the room. Our voices. The smell that our bodies emit. Our breathes and heat.

I took a breath and inhaled the lust. I drank the lust. It didn't taste like just a food. It was the finest meal I did get until now. Filling -heh- and tasty.

Being full didn't make my want to make them release disappear. I was feeling even more confident. I was the reason that makes these two men hard. I was the one that they couldn't share.

Hermes closed his eyes. ''You are making me crazy, baby,'' he said as he gasped.

Ender's fast heartbeat that I can feel on my back and his breath on my neck was telling me he wasn't different from Hermes.

The fox giggled in my mind. ''They are still lasting just to impress you. Boys...''

For one last time, I took both of them all the way in and squeezed as I popped the lust bubble we're in.

There was only one thing that I feel with all the nerves in my body. Pleasure.

Three of us fell to the bed out of breath.

Ender snuggled as he pulled me to himself and Hermes was intended to pull me but froze in the middle of his move. ''I think we forgot something.''

Ender yawned. ''Yes, the meeting. It was supposed to start about... ten minutes ago.''

''What meeting?'' I stand on my elbows to look at their faces.

''The meeting that they are going to tell us why we're brought here.'' Hermes got out of bed and started buttoning his shirt, which I can't remember when he took off. ''Aren't you authorized person or something? Why didn't you remind it?''

Ender shrugged. ''I'd have done it if I knew it'll make you leave early. Hmm,'' he yawned again and closed his eyes. ''Not that I don't like to be wrapped with your silken skin but, sweety, shouldn't you be getting ready?''

''Hmm?'' Then it hit me. ''Oh!''

Jumping off the bed, I started to search for my clothes. We were in the military camp. Because there was a dungeon gate that opens to another world and needs elements as keys.

Hermes stared at Ender. ''Aren't you coming?''

''Oh, don't worry about me. I'll be there.''

I know the chapters are short but... writing smut and trying to make it good takes time. I wish that I'm doing it well. Plus... kisses... intimacy... and the words. The words my boyfriend used to say to me make it hard to write. Once I told him that the things he wrote to me could make a whole smut novel. He laughed.

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