First Experience (3)
Squelch, squelch.
In the dream, Rasca got fucked without a care in the world.
Her first time. The great werewolf chieftain lost her virginity just like that, no big deal.
'It's fine. This is just a dream. Nothing but a dream.'
Werewolves and other beastkin had a custom of offering their virginity to their spouse.
She'd never even considered marriage her whole life. But now she was getting pierced by some guy's cock she didn't even love, fucked against her will.
The thought sent a shiver through Rasca.
'My body's moving on its own.'
Meanwhile, Asmodeus marveled at his own hips moving automatically.
His body was acting on ingrained technique, like he could walk to the bathroom blindfolded.
His incubus instincts were guiding the skill.
'I knew it too, but this is...'
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
It was flashy hip work. He controlled the strength perfectly, stimulating her depths in subtle ways. The werewolf chieftain's body heaved endlessly in response.
Hot breaths escaped the aroused female's mouth in bursts. The tip of her crushed tail twitched under her ass.
'I'm definitely taming Rasca.'
Just having a huge cock didn't make it easy to tame a woman. But incubi had instinctive techniques to seduce the mind.
The right moves could plunge Rasca into orgasmic bliss in seconds.
Squiiiish!
His massive cock made her pale lower belly bulge outward.
"Ha, haaaa... Ngh, nngh!"
Rasca's body stretched straight out. Her defined abs swelled, giving her sleek figure even more edge.
As his cock thrust in and out, repeatedly bulging her belly, Asmodeus felt his limit approaching.
'Guess it's okay to cum.'
Just a dream, so creampieing her freely wouldn't matter. He didn't hold back and went for the release.
"Hurry, hurry!" "Hurry? Who the hell uses informal speech with... " "I'm about to cum! Just shoot it already!"
Perfect timing—his partner was begging for the creampie. No reason to hold back now.
He gripped her wide hips tight and snapped his waist even harder. The ejaculation urge built rapidly.
"If that's what you want, here it comes."
Spuuuurt! He unleashed it all in one go without restraint... Come to think of it, Asmodeus hadn't even jerked off since becoming this body.
So he had no idea how potent his semen was. Or what consequences it might bring.
"Ngh...!" "Ha? Haaaa... Hngh!?"
Incubus semen had incredible absorption power. Even massive loads got fully soaked up inside.
Glurp, glurp... An enormous volume flooded into Rasca's pussy. If this were reality—or if his rank were higher—she'd definitely get knocked up.
"Ha, haa... N-no way. This much cum."
"It all vanished. I figured some would leak out."
He pulled his cock out with a slurp, and white fluid dribbled from Rasca's slit. Like toothpaste squeezing out of a tube.
He caught his breath and glanced around. Time was almost up—the dream was starting to collapse.
"Guess it's time to say goodbye."
"Haa, haaa..."
"See you tomorrow, Rasca."
"..."
"Answer me."
Her face flushed beet red, Rasca covered it with her arms and mumbled.
"G-got it, fine...♥"
It was the sound he'd been craving.
Asmodeus woke from the dream and stretched languidly. He prepped sandwich ingredients like before.
This time, he made even more than yesterday. His body was overflowing with energy.
Marking of Submission level has increased.
Your rank has risen.
9th Rank → 8th Rank
All skills can now be raised to level 4.
Daily special aphrodisiac production has increased further.
All your bodily fluids now contain mild aphrodisiac properties.
Having sucked up every last drop of her essence, Asmodeus had not only maxed all his skills to level 3 but also boosted his rank.
First off, his elevated rank sharpened his looks dramatically and skyrocketed his stamina.
He'd leveled up his class, basically.
And on top of that, new abilities unlocked...
'Guess I can use the standard incubus powers now.'
Asmodeus had figured his skills were unique to him. If other incubi could use them, they wouldn't be near-extinct—they'd rule this massive city.
Hypnosis
Apply weak hypnosis on contact. Resistance strengthens with target's mental fortitude.
He'd gained an extra skill too: Hypnosis! Perfect for an incubus.
'Anyway, time to target women beyond just Rasca.'
His rank-up intensified his mental hunger rapidly.
Bad news. One woman couldn't satisfy him anymore.
'Alright, Morgana. Let's invade that bitch's dreams too. But check Rasca's reaction first.'
Who knew? She might snap and try to kill him in a final act of defiance.
If so, he'd bail and bide his time...
'Not that it'll happen.'
He chuckled despite himself, loaded the ingredients onto his cart, and headed to the Werewolf District.
"Oh? You're here, Imp!"
"Got a ton today. Eat up, everyone!"
As soon as Asmodeus started selling, werewolves rushed over and snatched up sandwiches. Still a massive hit.
'Hmm... These folks would love cola or something with it.'
Rich, cheesy food like this paired perfectly with fizzy, sweet drinks. But no cola-like beverages existed here. Tech was near-modern, yet...
He figured whipping up something cola-esque would be a goldmine, but he couldn't make it yet.
'Once Rasca's fully under my thumb, I could use werewolf labor.'
Strong, numerous werewolves as free minions? Huge boost for business.
'Money's optional, but more never hurts.'
Plus, a legit business would help lure other females later.
"Making a fuss again. Don't you idiots have work?"
"Ah! Boss! But it's still lunch..."
"Lunch my ass—get back to work, you lot!"
Rasca snapped in fury and glared at the tiny imp vendor. Last night... he'd swung his cock mercilessly.
'Why do I keep dreaming about that guy? Weird...'
Werewolves weren't the sharpest, but as future chieftain, Rasca had a keen mind. She grew deeply suspicious of these events.
Once was fine, but several nights in a row of the same guy doing filthy things? Definitely off.
"Lady Rasca?"
"...Yeah."
"You look pale. You okay?"
"This is all your fault."
"Uh... The sandwiches are greasy, sure. But with your workout routine, it's not overkill."
Asmodeus's casual reply eased her doubts.
'Must be these sandwiches causing the weird dreams. Ugh... Maybe cut back?'
But Asmodeus already held a finished sandwich, wrapped in aluminum foil.
Peel it back a bit, and a dizzying aroma hit her nose... Her salivary glands exploded, drool pooling at her mouth.
Rasca bared her sharp fangs shamelessly, saliva dripping.
Moments later, the meat-packed sandwich was gone.
"Whew."
"You sure pack it away."
"Yeah..."
Too late for regrets.
"Lady Rasca? Got more sandwiches. Want another?"
"No... One more and my gut'll burst."
Her hands were full of them anyway, and she devoured them without fail.
'She eats well.'
Of course, every sandwich was slathered in aphrodisiac. Rasca sank deeper into addiction.