#2-7 Prophet's Visit, Fortune Teller Sion (Amy - Married Woman Sex Toyed by Succubus♥) (1)
Aah... Nngh... Haaang— Amy let out sweet moans as she felt his cock threading through her insides with wet, squelching sounds.
The taste of a penis in her pussy was something special. Every time that vigorous shaft and its flared head churned her heated mucous membranes, a dizzying wave of bliss surged up from within.
'Ah... I can't live without this man's cock anymore...'
Amy was keenly aware of that fact. Her pussy had memorized this cock so thoroughly that it could never forget it. Now that she'd learned the pleasure it brought, there was no going back to her old life.
It wasn't just the cock, either. The forceful way it impaled her, the solid arms and body wrapped around her, even his scent and voice—they all awakened her primal female instincts and melted her reason away.
But at the same time, she knew this was utterly unforgivable. She was only doing this to secure his sponsorship. Once he agreed to it and her husband returned, this would all end.
It couldn't be helped. It couldn't be helped. Everything was for her beloved husband.
The moment that thought crossed her mind, Gaon Moon's cock plunged even deeper, its head nosing into her womb entrance and grinding against it.
Amy let out a vulgar moan—"Nngook♡"—and clenched her pussy tight around the invader in her belly.
"Amy, Amy. Thinking about your husband again, aren't you?"
"Nngh... Nnnghht...♡ H-How...?"
"I can just tell. You always feel it more when you're thinking of him. You're such a real pervert, huh?"
"No... I'm not... I'm not a pervert... Hnngh♡..."
Amy's denial was drowned out by the cock swirling inside her like a drill.
Gaon ignored it and kept savoring her pussy, thrusting away. Along the way, he fondled her body just how she liked, hugged and stroked her, even kissed her.
Her trash husband was a pathetic lay who could only stick it in and pump back and forth, but Amy far preferred this sticky, full-body sex over mere rutting. She'd only realized that thanks to her romps with Gaon.
If her husband came back, he sure as hell wouldn't be able to do it like this.
As Gaon licked her face and kissed her, Amy hugged him back fiercely, responding with an even deeper kiss. She tangled her tongue aggressively with his, accepted his into her mouth, and sometimes shoved her own into his to stir things up, swapping thick globs of saliva.
Not just her arms—her legs wrapped around his waist too, clinging tight like she'd never let go, begging for more. Gaon obliged, snapping his hips to meet her.
His cock stabbed even deeper. Their groins mashed together firmly.
Amy felt her guts compressing and shifting upward, but the fresh surge of pleasure overwhelmed any discomfort.
After pistoning inside her for ages like that, Gaon finally creampied her properly. The thick, potent semen felt like it pierced straight to her womb, sending Amy into ecstatic spasms.
She came countless times just enduring that one load.
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'Succubus abilities, huh...'
Gaon had recently used his player privileges—the status window—to boost his succubus powers. It wasn't a huge upgrade; he'd only dumped leftover resource magic into it after maxing out essentials like Persuasion and Hypnosis.
Still, it strengthened his existing succubus skills and unlocked a few new ones. He definitely felt some novel sensations and a surge of vitality compared to before, but nothing game-changing yet.
"Ah... Aah... Haa... Hnnght...♡"
Amy was dutifully shaking her hips atop Gaon as he lounged on the sofa, servicing him like a pro.
Devoted to a stranger's cock, Amy's face had turned utterly bestial—like a bitch in heat. She looked utterly lost in it, bouncing up and down with wet plunges and sloppy slurps. Sometimes she'd swallow him to the hilt and grind her hips in circles, churning his shaft deep in her guts.
Forgotten reason be damned—this married slut was lost to cock and lust. Perfect chance to test the new skills.
Things like Sensitivity Enhancement, Orgasm Control, Arousal Acceleration, and Succubus Scent.
But skills like Sensitivity Enhancement didn't produce dramatic results. Just a bit more reaction, that was it. The upside was making non-sensitive spots feel like erogenous zones...
'It'll get better at higher levels, no doubt.'
Sure, but it didn't feel worth it. Resource magic was finite, and he had pressing needs for it elsewhere. Succubi could already deliver mind-blowing pleasure with their racial traits alone—no skill required. Sex was plenty to subjugate foes, especially with Hypnosis in his arsenal. And this wasn't a pure smut game anyway.
'Maybe in the late game if resources overflow.'
If it had save-scumming, he'd try a fun build dumping everything into these for laughs. But no saves here—this was life-or-death reality. Waste resources on non-essentials? Pass.
"Haa, ah... Hnngh... Gaon-nim... Gaon-nim... No more, I can't... I can't...♡"
"Yeah? Just a bit longer."
"Hiiik... Let me cum, let me cum please...♡"
"Hang in there a little more, Amy. You can do it."
Gaon brushed off her desperate pleas. Instead, he grabbed her plump, jiggly ass and took over, pounding her harder than before.
Amy gasped and heaved at the intensified churning in her depths. Yet she couldn't cum—thanks to his Orgasm Control.
Low level meant only about ten minutes max, but hitting her right at the brink had her dying already. Pleasure built endlessly, but release was denied—her body betrayed her.
'I wanna cum, wanna cum, wanna cum... My body's going weird... My head, it's breaking...!'
"Aah, ah, ngh, aaah♡♡...!! Gaon-nim, Gaon-nim...♡♡"
Her head thrashed side to side as she wailed his name. Gaon bucked his hips up, relentlessly stirring her sopping cunt.
Her pussy was a flooded mess, obscene nectar leaking nonstop from their junction. She'd even squirted midway, but still no climax.
And as the skill's timer ticked down...
Gaon slammed balls-deep and unloaded again. Gurgle-gurgle-gurgle-gurgle—
"Hngh, hnnght, huaaaaaaaaah♡♡ Fuaaaaaaaa~~~♡♡!!"
The torrent flooding her depths. The scorching semen blasting her womb. And with it, release from Orgasm Control.
Pent-up ecstasy crashed over her at once, finally hurling her into oblivion. She let out a long, hot, blissful sigh, convulsing atop him for ages.
Spiiiish! A mighty squirt erupted too.
When the waves finally ebbed, Amy flopped limply onto Gaon.
Her brain felt fried from the intensity. Her mind had half-blanked out for real.
Gaon hugged her tight, burying his face in her hair and nape to inhale her scent. He kneaded her hot, soft body, savoring the lewd, sweet aroma of her femininity.
After basking in the afterglow post-creampie, he laid her down, spread her cheeks, and sampled her ass next.
She was still out of it, but that didn't matter.
Thus, through the late night into dawn and morning, Amy—awake or passed out—endured his ravishing nonstop. His fuckdoll, his onahole, used for his pleasure...
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He'd fucked Amy till morning, but still not sated, so he vented the rest on the woken Heart. The nightmare's gloom melted away in their hot holes, and he crashed again.
When he stirred, sunset had come and gone—it was evening.
Patrol tonight. For the saintess conquest, Gaon joined every other night without fail.
After a quick meal, he pondered what to do till then.
Ding-a-ling—
"Excuse me. Is anyone inside?"
A new customer had arrived at the shuttered laundry after dark.