Succubus Tail and Ogre's Burning Desire
“Heeek~♥ Hngh~! Hnng~♬ Ahh~! Hiiing~♥”
One of the most alluring things about a succubus was her thick, intoxicating moans. Unlike ordinary women who deliberately muffled or held back their sounds out of embarrassment, for a succubus, moaning was an essential part of sex.
Senior Momo tempted me with her wet, tickling slurps of moans, spilling out her pleasure like a fountain. Her pussy wasn't super tight, but the way it wrapped around my glans and shaft was no joke. She compensated for any lack of squeeze with pure technique.
Especially, the inside of her vagina was bumpier than other women's—full of those delightful ridges. Was that a succubus trait, or just Momo's personal feature? Hard to say.
“Haaang~♥ It feels so full inside~♪ So good~! This is pinch-worthy~♬”
I could tell Momo's feelings from her pussy alone, no words needed. Her smooth inner walls writhed desperately to take my cock even deeper, brushing against my glans tip.
And the amount of love juice she produced was insane—enough for three human women combined. It acted like slick lube, welcoming my cock deep into her slippery depths.
Time to target somewhere else?
Right in front of me, her senior's tits jiggled distractingly—in the best way. Such massive jugs, it'd be a sin not to use them.
I reached out and grabbed those plump breasts. Among succubi, Sera had absurdly generous ones, but Momo's were perfectly sized—not too overwhelming.
Of course, compared to humans, they were overflowing. Probably E-cups.
Her areolas were large, nipples perky—perfect for squeezing. Partly because of their size, sure.
“Hng~♬ My tits are kinda sensitive~♥”
Not just her breasts—her whole body was an erogenous zone. Succubus nature, I guess?
I kneaded Momo's tits like dough, gauging her reactions. Her flushed face steamed with heat nonstop. Her legs clamped hard around my waist—pure instinct.
“How long can our stylish boy last~♥”
Momo winked cutely, taunting me.
How adorable.
She still thought she had the upper hand in bed. A ridiculous notion, but as a succubus, it was natural. No race beat them between the sheets.
But not against me.
I slid my right hand to rub gently above her womb. Her pussy, impaled on my cock, gushed even more slick juice. I circled her lower belly clockwise, awakening her senses.
Momo wasn't at 100% pleasure yet. I knew it instinctively.
“Hngh~♥ This might be dangerous…!”
Her legs around my waist tensed instinctively. Her tail, swaying lazily until now, stiffened straight.
Is the tail an erogenous zone?
Common trope in fiction, but not specified here.
Nothing to lose. I grabbed Momo's tail. She screamed like she'd been electrocuted.
“Hgggh~♥ N-No, not the tail!”
“The more you say no, the more I wanna do it.”
Humans have that contrarian instinct—tell us not to, and we crave it more. I softly stroked the heart-shaped tip of Momo's tail, focusing every fingertip like caressing a lover's face.
“Hiiiing~♥”
Momo let out a whole new level of cry—nothing like when I thrust. Her body jerked like a frog on electric shock, belly thrusting forward as she squirted.
My cock slipped out of her pussy automatically. I missed the glans-tip squeeze, but her squirting show was entertaining.
“Hgggh~♥ Hngh~♬ Hggguk~! I told you the tail's my weak spot~♥”
After her massive squirt, Momo collapsed onto the bed. Multiple overlapping orgasms, it seemed.
Her face looked drained post-squirt—like her energy was sapped.
“Hngh~! Need to recharge! Hey! Give me your cum quick!”
Succubus-style: refuel with semen.
And I have a skill to infuse power via cum.
◇ Branch Skill
Hapshin Sugi (Joint Body Qi Transfer) 1 Star (B-Grade)
↳ Can transfer qi by inserting penis into woman's vagina.
Hapshin Sugi, a branch of Yin-Yang Union Art, lets me share qi via cock-in-pussy. Common in wuxia to transmit qi, but this erotic method? Only in smut novels.
I'd rarely used it—hence still 1-star.
Wonder what it does. Let's test.
I pinned Momo's legs with my arms, spreading them in an inverted Y. I positioned between, aiming my cock.
My dick's aim beats rifle shots. Target: Momo's pussy, 5cm away.
One thrust, hole-in-one. Her pussy clenched fiercer than before—I faltered slightly.
“Hnggg~♥ Such a wriggling magnificent cock-sama! Love it~♬”
Not content with legs around my waist, she hugged me with her arms too.
Our bodies pressed tight, faces aligning. I was taller, so I lifted her ass to match heights.
“Huuung~♥ Kiss me…!”
Sudden kiss time. We dove in without hesitation.
Momo's drool-heavy lips were spongy-soft, silky-smooth. Her race optimized for fleshlight perfection—lips included.
“Fill this big sis with your thick cum splurt-splurt! Hgggh~♥”
Hapshin Sugi!
I creampied her deep per her request, packing it with qi.
“Hgggh~♥ W-What’s this!?”
Strange sensation from below—she thrashed her tail like a loach out of water, glancing down.
“Tingly~♬ Hngh~! Already came, but gonna cum again! Hnggg~♥ Ahh!”
Her moans mixed sweet bliss and pain, a melody filling my dorm. Despite the weird feel, she clung tighter—fearing I'd pull away.
“Haaaang~♥ So full! Pussy-thumping sensation~! Can't hold back~♬”
Momo rolled her eyes back, fainting into my arms. Even a succubus couldn't beat my cock.
◆ Root Skill
Sex Mastery 7Lv (B-Grade)
↳ Sex techniques reach mastery.
◇ Branch Skill
Hapshin Sugi (Joint Body Qi Transfer) 2 Stars (B-Grade)
↳ Can transfer qi by inserting penis into woman's vagina.
“Mmm~! Refreshing.”
The bone-chilling cold water snapped her mind awake. The chill permeating every corner chased away muscle fatigue.
Bernehardt dried her body with a soft towel. Water droplets on her bronze-sculpted physique vanished into the fabric.
Finishing personal training with cold-water friction was her daily routine.
As academy swordsmanship instructor, teaching students was paramount. But neglecting personal practice? Impossible. The body rusts like iron if stagnant. Must hammer it relentlessly to stay sharp.
Thus, post-classes: personal training. Weekends too, minus lecture prep. No hobbies but booze—time aplenty.
“Where's my clothes…”
From the closet: panties, leggings, sports bra. Her wardrobe was uniform. Besides uniforms and hometown-visit outfits, just comfy activewear. Summer or winter, unchanged. Subzero cold couldn't pierce her iron body.
“Running low…”
Leggings noticeably fewer. Not from lazy laundry—she was meticulous, never backlogged. Culprit: a clothes thief.
“Haa… Like my clothes that much?”
She knew who. Only one in/out of this house.
Johan.
Academy's sole human—and top heartthrob.
Even in the demon realm, none matched his looks.
Not just face: top student in her class. Rumors said he soloed Sun-and-Hill elites.
Looks, skill—flawless.
Yet this star pupil stole her clothes. Post-class/training sweat-soaked ones, at that.
He thought she hadn't noticed, but so many gone? Even her cloth-dull senses caught on. Closet half-empty.
“What do you do with my leggings and undies inside…”
Not wearing them himself. Obvious: jerking off, prime-age male style.
“……”
Johan sniffing her sweaty, scent-heavy panties/leggings/sports bras while stroking. Imagining it heated her head.
“Such filthy thoughts… Am I pent-up too?”
Teachers don't just teach knowledge—especially her, as student director: guide rightly. So, reprimand and punish Johan firmly.
But thinking of him scrambled that resolve. Vivid mental image: nose buried in her gear, moaning her name, rubbing desperately.
Instructor Bernehardt!
Zing~!
“Ngh!”
Just imagination made her wet. Bernehardt checked her damp crotch, shocked. Arousal from student masturbating to her undies? As depraved as him.
Since sword path, she'd forsaken womanhood. Rigorous training/battles scarred her—repelling to suitors.
Badges of honor as swordswoman… but not always proudly.
Students whispered "Ogre Instructor." Unpleasant, but fitting—no denial.
Yet he saw her as woman.
A ridiculously handsome young student, no less.
“……”
Ogres had raging libidos. Suddenly, like dry tinder igniting, uncontrollable heat surged. Stains bloomed on her fresh panties/leggings.
Just showered and changed—now again. Few clothes left; troublesome.