Chapter 27: Hierarchy - 9
Chapter 27: Hierarchy - 9
The tip of his manhood pushed in, tearing through her slit.
A tight resistance, mingled with pleasure, ensnared him.
Hot, textured walls rippled, accepting his length.
"Ha, haah. Ah, it hurts...."
Yura shook her head side to side, a moan caught between pleasure and pain.
Her body trembled, making her large breasts sway alluringly and whet his appetite.
As she lay on her side, Jiha slowly pushed deeper into her and kneaded her breast again.
"Haa, haa...."
Savoring the plump, springy softness with his whole palm, he felt the resistance in her body lessen.
Seizing the chance, Jiha thrust his hips forward again.
The deeper he went, the tighter it became, clamping down with a wet warmth.
"Ungh...."
He was only about halfway in, yet a spine-tingling pleasure was already coursing through him.
No wonder she was a succubus; the suction pulling at him even while she resisted was no joke.
"Huung, uuht...."
Watching Yura, who had been pleading with him to stop, writhe in pleasure was a gratifying sight.
A virgin with enormous, seductive breasts that swayed and bounced—she gasped and begged every time he pushed deeper.
A sense of conquest surged through him, lending more force to his lower body.
"Ah, aang. Huuht...."
Jiha pushed into the tight hole with deliberate slowness, struggling to suppress the pleasure of being squeezed without a gap.
Schluurrp.
The deed was done. He could just bite her and end it.
He had used his bite on Enril to subdue her, but he hadn't done the same to Yura.
He needed to imprint on Yura's body the fact that she instinctively wanted him.
"Good. Now...."
Rii-ip. Jiha's movement jolted to a halt as he thrust in, tearing through the tight flesh.
A sudden, immense wave of pleasure shot through him, making his back shudder.
"Wh-what the...."
A draining sensation washed over him, and he lost control of his body.
Like a bird caught in a snare, he couldn't move a single finger.
Despite the paralysis, an intense ecstasy kept crashing over him from where he was lodged inside the succubus.
"Huk, kuk...."
The explosive pleasure of climax assaulted his manhood.
Nothing actually came out, yet the sensation of release washed over him repeatedly, leaving him completely immobilized.
The feeling of coming dozens of times without a break—it was sheer madness.
"Kuh, ak...."
He could barely breathe, yet his lower body twitched.
It would have been a mercy if he could just ejaculate, but only the sensation persisted, and the fact that nothing came out was maddening.
Instead of semen, the vital energy slumbering deep within him was being drained straight out through his groin.
'A, a trap....'
Jiha finally understood.
The reason Yura was still a virgin.
Drain.
Sleeping with a succubus meant death!
She wasn't a defenseless, tempting rose.
She was a lewd flower laced with deadly poison.
"Thi-kuhuk... Huk."
The rolling waves of phantom climaxes made it impossible to control his body.
As Jiha struggled to pull out, Yura's tail whipped over and coiled tightly around his neck.
"You, this...."
She wasn't just holding him with her tail; she was using her Mana to pin him.
The suffocating pressure was a clear threat to crush his throat.
Jiha desperately tried to muster his Mana, but nothing responded. The succubus's Drain ability even sealed off his magic.
"Hmm, huuht... Haaaa...."
Yura lay on her side, eyes squeezed shut, letting out nothing but sweet moans, as if draining his life force was its own pleasure.
A complete checkmate. As Jiha frantically searched for an escape, Yura's tail yanked him forward.
"Hurk."
His upper body collapsed forward. His rigid shaft plunged deeper, parting her insides without any resistance.
Yura let out a honeyed moan.
"Haht. Haaang...."
The pleasure was even more intense than before; his lower body felt numb as if paralyzed, yet the ecstasy alone continued to surge.
Still buried inside Yura, Jiha collapsed forward and trembled uncontrollably.
His energy was being siphoned away with no end in sight, his vision growing dim. At this rate, he would lose consciousness.
And then he would die.
He'd tried to drain her and was being drained to death instead.
His Mana wouldn't activate, and Yura's tail held him fast—escape was impossible.
Yura's slick hole squirmed lewdly, greedily sucking at his length.
Even as he lay immobilized, her inner walls contracted and relaxed on their own, pulsing and stimulating him.
Every time his manhood twitched and reacted to the incredible pleasure, more life force seeped out.
Her walls, feeding on it, convulsed dramatically and clamped down with even more ravenous hunger.
Crushed by the pressure, his manhood couldn't hold back and spilled even more vital energy.
"Kuh, kuhuk...."
It felt like she intended to dissolve and devour his very bones.
'P-peaceful death by snu snu....'
A single phrase surfaced in Jiha's fading mind.
There was only one option left. Trembling from the endless onslaught of phantom climaxes, Jiha opened his mouth.
"Hmm, ungh. Uuht...."
Yura was so lost in the foreign sensation inside her, so focused on absorbing his essence, that she didn't notice a thing.
Jiha's canines elongated.
"Hoo, hoo...."
With his mind fracturing under the stimulation of hundreds of phantom climaxes, Jiha forced his head forward, bringing his teeth to Yura's neck.
He sank his fangs into her sweat-slicked throat.
Puuk.
"Huaaht!"
Yura, who had been moaning intermittently in pleasure, opened her eyes and screamed.
Blood gushed freely into Jiha's mouth as he bit down on the succubus's neck.
"Huk, hurk...."
The blood that filled his mouth converted into Mana, restoring energy to his body.
Yura's hole still repeated its cycle of contraction and release, but the draining of his life force had stopped.
"Huuuk...."
Dragged back from the brink of death, Jiha greedily drank down Yura's blood, gulping audibly.
"Huuht. Ungh. Ah...."
As Yura lay on her side, unable to even blink, her thoroughly soaked hole squeezed his shaft with a soft, undulating rhythm whenever she let out a sweet moan.
A moment ago it had been trying to wring him dry; now it was pressing on him more gently—but still firmly.
"Hurk, hurk...."
Once the taste of blood was fully on his lips, Jiha pulled his fangs out.
He was utterly exhausted, but the life-threatening crisis was over.
Propping himself up, Jiha wiped his brow and caught his breath.
Yura's eyelids trembled faintly as she panted, her breath smelling sweet.
"What the hell is this...."
If Jiha hadn't acquired Vampiric Mana, he would be dead without question.
As Jiha collected himself, Yura slowly opened her eyes. She blinked vacantly, then, realizing the situation, spoke in a terrified voice.
"J-Jiha... Are, are you okay?"
Jiha looked down at her coldly.
This succubus had known that sleeping with her would mean death.
"You were trying to kill me."
"I-I'm so sorry... Hnng. Ngh."
Yura's eyebrows arched as she tried to apologize through sniffles. Her body, now bitten, was already sliding into pleasure.
"My, my body... feels strange."
She squirmed as if ticklish, and the passage that swallowed his fully sheathed manhood rippled, delivering a novel kind of pleasure.
"......."
Instead of answering, Jiha slowly pulled his hips back.
As the thick shaft withdrew, Yura let out a wistful sigh.
"Huhk, ungh...."
Spurred by her blatant disappointment, Jiha thrust forward again.
An intense ecstasy rose as he forced his way back through the freshly torn, tight flesh.
"Hak, haang...."
Moaning in pleasure, Yura looked at Jiha with an uncomprehending expression.
She knew he'd just realized she tried to kill him, so she couldn't understand why he was pushing into her again.
"I'm not done yet."
Jiha growled violently.
The near-death experience pissed him off, and while he'd felt the phantom sensation of coming hundreds of times, not a single drop had actually been released, leaving his shaft painfully erect as if it might burst.
Yura's treacherous hole kept squeezing him, urging him on.
It kept nibbling and teasing his raging length.
"Hnng, ah, you can't. If you keep this up... it'll feel strange again."
"I thought you were sorry?"
Jiha barked, slowly working his hips.
Through the dizzy, numb afterglow of the dry climaxes, a new wave of pleasure washed over him.
"If you're really sorry, pay me back with your body."
"H-how... huuht."
When his slow withdrawal turned into a fast, piercing thrust, Yura trembled and let out a sob.
His Mana was active again, and Yura's slit showed no sign of trying to Drain him again.
It was as if he'd passed through the gate.
Jiha began to roughly pound into the tight hole that clung to him.
"Hnng, aah, haa...."
The succubus writhed as her hole clamped down on him with a wet squelch.
Every time he plunged into her, her massive tits bounced and swayed, a blatant invitation.
Jiha reached out and squeezed one of her breasts hard. Her position on her side made it easy to grab.
"Hnng, ah. J-Jiha...."
As he kneaded it roughly, as if he wanted to burst it, her hole coiled and tightened around him even more.
Normally, he would have come a dozen times by now, but due to the lingering aftereffects, he couldn't finish easily.
With intense pleasure slowly swirling in his groin, Jiha moved his hips with even more force.
Slap. Slap!
"Haang, ah. Aaah...."
The innocent succubus cried out every time Jiha's lower belly smacked against her slightly round ass.
Sweat beaded on her breast, making it stick to his palm as he gripped it.
"Hoo...."
Jiha buried himself to the hilt and paused for a moment to catch his breath.
He could feel Yura's hole squeezing him in an undulating wave, from the sensitive tip down the entire shaft. The unique sensation made him reflexively start moving his hips again before he could even rest.
"Hoo, hoo...."
"Haa, haa. Aht...."
Yura's warm, slick hole squeezed him harder, but he still couldn't ejaculate.
Earlier it had been a trap that greedily sucked his essence; now it was delivering intense pleasure with no sign of a climax in sight.
The melting ecstasy kept his manhood incredibly hard and sensitive, a state that just kept going.
As if inviting him to enjoy it for a long, long time.
"You...."
Still moving his hips, Jiha said menacingly.
Intense pleasure gripped his shaft, but there was no sign of release—a trick of the succubus's body.
Yura, who had been writhing underneath Jiha's thrusts, opened her eyes a crack.
"...Does it hurt anywhere? Ngh, hnngh."
"With that innocent face, you're so damn lewd...."
"Ung, I'm not lewd."
"Then I'll make you lewd, starting now."
Jiha grabbed the underside of Yura's breast, lifting it toward her own mouth.
"Suck it."
"......."
Her breasts were so large she could do it herself.
"I, I can't do that kind of thing...."
Yura looked startled, as if she'd never even considered such an act.
Jiha growled his command harshly.
"Then shall we stop here?"
"That...."
Yura hesitated, unable to answer. The Bloodsucking had already driven her into heat.
She stared at her small, pink bud with trembling eyes, glancing at Jiha for his reaction.
Seeing his icy expression and the clear attitude that he'd quit if she didn't obey, Yura slowly opened her mouth.
"Haa... Aang."
Compelled by Jiha's demand, Yura took her own nipple into her mouth and began to roll it around.
A pitiful moan escaped her as her eyebrows drew together in a sad slant.
Chup. Chup. Schluuurp.
"Hahk, haaang...."
As if her initial refusal had been a pretense, Yura was now frantically kneading her own breast, sucking and licking it with desperate devotion.
Watching a woman suck her own tit sent even more blood rushing to his groin.
"Hic, hnng. Hnngg. Schluurp. Smooch. Haht. Haa. Smooch...."
Pounding into a woman who was busy groping and sucking her own breast like that made Jiha's thighs tremble.
"Hoo, hoo...."
The long-pent-up pleasure of release was washing over him in a sudden, urgent rush. As if sensing it, Yura's hole loosened its grip.
Controlling the stimulation, she was coaxing him to last a bit longer.
"This is real...."
"Huhk, hnng."
Naturally, Jiha's pace quickened. Then her slick hole squeezed him again, as if giving up, and gently stroked him.
The faint trembling of the docile beauty's eyes, the sway of her white breasts as her body flinched while trying to suppress her moans, the pleasure scraping against his nerves with each stroke—it all consumed him.
"Hic, hnngh, huuung... Ah, you can't do it inside. Jiha. I'll be, be completely subordinated."
Realizing what was about to happen, Yura frantically shook her head.
When she twitched as if trying to pull away, Jiha seized her breast in a vise-like grip.
"Haht, haaaht!"
As he crushed her soft mound as if to break it, Yura cried out in a mix of pain and ecstasy.
Holding her so she couldn't escape, Jiha moved his hips with longer, more powerful strokes.
"I, I can't be subordinated. J-Jiha. P-please...."
The woman's begging only added fuel to the fire.
As he savored the feel of her massive breast in his hand while roughly thrusting, the long-pent-up feeling of release finally exploded through him.
"Haa, haaa. Aaaa."
"Kuh, kuhuk."
The moment he buried himself to the hilt, he was squeezed dry.
Like wringing water out of a wet towel, the sensation clenched him so tight that he erupted.
Prrrrrrrrt! Pssssht!
With an intense sound, the strength drained from his waist.
A wave of pleasure so strong he could barely control his body crashed over him, making Jiha's upper body lurch.
"Huuung, J-Jiha...."
The succubus called out sweetly, her body trembling like a leaf.
Still clutching her breast, Jiha stared at the ceiling and gasped for air.
Still lodged deep inside her, his swollen shaft pulsed, releasing a copious stream of semen in successive bursts.
Each time, her hole gently squeezed and relaxed, letting him savor the lingering waves of pleasure.
It was a bewitching hole, coaxing him to spill every last drop and drift off afterwards.
"Hooo...."
Jiha panted, still kneading her breast. Even right after coming, touching this huge mound kept his lust from cooling.
After spending a long moment spurting inside her while still fondling her breast, Jiha slowly lowered his head.
Limp and completely drained, Yura lay sprawled out, breathing heavily, eyes vacant.
"......."
When their eyes met, a flicker of embarrassment crossed her face, and she covered her chest with her arm.
Though, of course, it barely covered half.
Jiha let out a chuckle of disbelief.
"You're a great actress."
"It's, it's not like that...."
"Move your hand."
At Jiha's coercive tone, Yura hesitated before removing her arm.
Averting her gaze and turning her head, she seemed suddenly shy about showing her breasts.
When Jiha pinched and twisted the stiff tip of her soft breast, Yura's eyebrow twitched.
"Ah...."
At her honeyed moan, Jiha answered.
"We'll know if it's an act or not, by doing it some more."