Squishing the Wolf's Pussy
I f*cked the werewolf pussy squish-squish. 'If I hadn't been born an incubus, I could've made a living just selling sandwiches.'
Staring at the thick stacks of bills piled up in front of me, that thought crossed my mind.
If I'd been born human, I might've dominated this city with a food chain.
...Dominate? Yeah, right.
Back to reality. With no connections, surviving in this city through business alone was impossible for someone like me.
It was far more practical to figure out realistic ways to survive as an incubus.
'Getting hungry now.'
The mental hunger was weighing down my body. It was a sensation I hadn't felt even when I'd woken up at dawn to prep sandwich ingredients.
Seems like intense activity burns through the essence I'd absorbed. Just like how exercise depletes your body's nutrients. On the flip side, I barely felt any fatigue.
Makes sense—gotta have stamina to f*ck.
'Speaking of which, time to head out.'
Daylight had crept in before I knew it, and to sate my hunger, I invaded Rasca's dream.
By now, the act felt routine—like picking out a late-night snack at a convenience store. My mindset was nice and light.
Invading the female's dream...
The scenery was different again. Last time, she'd just been sitting on the sofa, but in this dream, Rasca was lying in bed.
Was it because my dominance had grown stronger? Either way, I loved how it put her in a perfect position for training.
"Heave-ho... Feels so soft and squishy no matter how much I grope it. Breasts have to be big."
Before I knew it, the lycan's tits had become so sensitive that just touching them made her nipples harden.
How had she lived with erogenous zones like these until now?
"Nngh...?" "You're awake." "What the f*ck... are you doing...?"
The lycan, woken from sleep in her own dream, stared at me in bewilderment.
Sleeping in a dream? Kinda paradoxical.
"What the f*ck are you doing?"
Her tone was fierce as ever, but she didn't swing at me like she had at first.
Thanks to my strengthened dominance.
Of course, cross the line and she'd resist like hell.
"Can't you tell? I'm groping your tits. Don't interrupt—just stay still."
This bitch had stuffed herself with my sandwiches last night, filling up on nutrients.
Now it was my turn. I'd squeeze every drop of essence from these massive udders.
I'd even figured out the best technique. Using my fingers to tease and move them pulled way more essence than just kneading blindly.
"You... think you can get away with this bullshit on me? I'll f*cking erase you right—ah!"
Her words were vicious, but tweak a nipple and her hips bucked up with a snap. Felt like playing piano, her body my keys.
I kept tapping away, each note drawing out new reactions.
Panting, gasping, sweat pouring down in rivulets—it had my cock throbbing on instinct.
Oh yeah, we'd stopped short of full penetration last time.
My hand slid lower naturally, to Rasca's lower belly, which had been twitching since earlier.
A light tap on that unnaturally churning spot, and her reaction went quiet.
Was she climaxing?
Dominance is strengthening further.
Ah, got it. That's why...
'Numbers would make it easier to track. How much dominance do I have now?'
Currently holding about 40% dominance.
'Show it like this from now on.'
Yes, understood.
40%. At this level of dominance, I could grope her tits, sure—and even touch her pussy.
Not that it'd happen often, but if I targeted another woman, I'd need to hit this threshold before going near her crotch.
"Did I make you wait too long?"
Slipping, slipping—Rasca was too busy panting to stop me as I yanked down her pants.
I invaded her panties effortlessly. This was a woman's pussy, alright. Totally different vibe from my cock.
Needed a closer look. I peeled her panties down and off in one smooth motion.
"Ah..."
A neat, tightly shut slit came into view. No way—was she a virgin at her age?
I checked right away, prying the entrance wide open with my fingers to peer inside.
"Looks like I'm your first guy." "Ngh...!"
I wasn't hung up on virginity, but damn—being her first got me fired up.
The savage leader of the werewolf clan, on the verge of being defiled by me.
'Wanna shove my dick in right now.'
But I couldn't. Dominance hadn't shifted enough for that.
'I know exactly what to do.'
A light stroke over her clenched slit, and juices leaked out on their own.
Nah—truth is, they'd been trickling since I started on her tits.
"Why the f*ck are you touching there—ah! That's where piss comes out, you f*ck...!"
Keep rubbing the top, and moans spilled from Rasca's lips. Hadn't even fingered her yet.
Now I was greedy. Wanted to make her cum hard.
I knew how. Instinctive technique flowed into action.
"Don't stick it in—never said you could touch there—eeek!"
Squish—!
My finger plunged into the untouched secret hole. Resistance was minimal, as expected.
No time to savor that thrill—I pistoned mechanically, up and down, squish-squish.
Juices gushed more and more. Rasca shuddered violently, then arched her back and convulsed.
Beautiful sight. Like watching someone electrocuted.
"Ugh, uek? Uehehe... N-nooo—gotta pee! Stop tormenting me—stooop—!"
Pshht-pshht-pshht-pshht!
She squirted wildly, hitting climax. Her tough body went limp, conquered by a incubus under 150cm.
Dominance rises further.
Current dominance: 50%
Halfway there already. Sucked up essence till I was stuffed.
No skill level-ups, but a new one triggered.
Marking of Obedience is imprinted.
Current obedience level is LV.1.
Smooth sailing. Now I could extract all sorts of benefits from Rasca even in reality.
'Soon I'll train her for real, not just in dreams.'
Of course, right now she'd kill me on sight.
"Hah?!"
Rasca bolted upright in bed from deep sleep.
For some reason, her whole body was soaked, sticky and gross enough to drive her mad.
'Lately I keep waking up from sleep. F*ck... stress?'
As boss of the werewolf gang, she had a ton on her plate.
She'd overextended their drug routes lately, piling on the work—and the stress.
'If it weren't for those vampire bitches, half this stress would be gone.'
The Blood Mafia vampires—one of the two groups ruling the slums.
They clashed with the werewolf gang at every turn, pissing Rasca off.
She wanted to wage war and wipe them out, but the Blood Mafia had corrupt cops in their pocket.
One wrong move and they'd get crushed instead.
'Just need more numbers to sweep the bastards away.'
Rasca figured unifying the remaining werewolf gangs would let her drive out the vampires and expand their turf business.
To do that, she needed cash. Nonstop.
"Ah?"
That's when she noticed her crotch was drenched.
'What the—did I seriously... piss myself?'
Bedwetting at her age? Unbelievable.
She was nowhere near dementia.
But Rasca quickly realized the fluid leaking from below wasn't piss.
'What the hell is this?'
The virgin who'd never masturbated had no clue about love juices.
Even more confusing. What the f*ck was it?
"Boss? You up?" "...Wait, I'm getting dressed—don't come in." "Huh? We're both chicks, it's fine." "Shut your bullshit and stay out!"
No way was she letting her subordinates know their leader had soiled the sheets.
Absolutely not...