Hee Hee... Just One Bite?
"H-hee, hee hee hee... O-one bite, one bite? H-ha, heh. Hehet..."
The hero wasn't wearing anything under her pants. Right there on her pale, firm thighs bulging with muscle, nestled in the spread of a woman's wide hips, that part was on full display. Completely uncovered, utterly exposed.
"Uh, u-uhh..."
It's too late for shame now, but I'd never actually seen a woman's... you know... in real life. Sure, I'd seen them on screens before, but never for real. Not even once. So my experience was zilch, but I knew what that was. Dark and veiny, long and rigid. No way it was a woman's part. It couldn't be.
"Ah, ah..."
That was what I used to have. What I don't have anymore. What men have. What women shouldn't have.
And yet, right now... Why? How? What the fuck? No matter how I turned it over in my head, the questions had no answers. I couldn't wrap my mind around the hero—who I'd thought was a woman—having a cock dangling between her legs.
Unfathomable things breed instant fear. This is wrong. What is this? Something's fucked up. This is scary.
"Haa, haa..."
As a guy back then, I'd never given a second thought to another man's junk. Of course not. Why would I want to see that shit? But there it was, right in front of me. Thicker and longer than anything I'd ever packed—nothing compared. The flushed purple head. The brutal veins bulging under the foreskin. Those hefty balls at the root, fringed with golden pubes matching her hair. And it was attached to the hero. To a woman.
"Are you just going to keep staring like that?"
Her words didn't even register. My head was spinning. My breathing grew ragged. My stomach twisted in knots. I lost my balance kneeling there and toppled sideways. My ass cheeks squished against the floor under my skirt.
"Urk, uurrgh."
It was coming up. With what little reason I had left, I clamped my mouth shut. I hadn't eaten anything, so all that was pooling was spit. But it wasn't just my mouth—my whole body was heating up like a swampy mouth, sweat pouring out. My hands started shaking uncontrollably.
Like I'd seen something I shouldn't have. No, this is exactly the kind of thing no one should see. Even as a guy, eyeballing another dude's dick felt wrong. But this? This shouldn't exist at all. She was clearly a woman. A sword-swinging, loudmouthed hero, but still a woman. What the hell is that? What the fuck? Why?
I squeezed my eyes shut. Ever since landing in this body in this world, I'd felt shit like this before. Hallucination. Yeah, that's it. A hallucination. My stomach was so empty it was making me see things. Maybe I really am a succubus, but this? No fucking way. This can't be real.
"Ailet? Art thou well?"
A soft voice approached with concern. My fading mind clumsily parroted back what I heard.
"I-I'm f-fine."
I cracked my eyes open without thinking. And froze. She was way closer now. Her face had been near before, but now it was right in my grill. The throbbing veins. The girth, the size. The length. And the smell. Rank, musky, a pungent sting that burned my nose. Even holding my breath, the stench grazed the tip.
"Hngh, urgh, uurrgh."
It was rising. Ever since I first laid eyes on it. No more holding back the churning in my gut. Reason couldn't stop it—this was pure instinct, a physiological reaction I couldn't fight. No, you can't stop this. Staring down a cock shoved in your face? Anyone would hurl, man or woman. This is unavoidable. It's normal...
"Ailet? What's gotten into thee all of a sudden..."
Pinching my nose and forcing breaths through my mouth hit its limit. I couldn't hold it. Spit flooded out first, drooling down my chin. And then...
"...Heh, heh heh."
Laughter. My own laugh, but I'd never heard it like this. First time laughing since becoming this body, so of course... Wait. Laughter? Laughing?
"...Ailet?"
"Heh, heh heh. Hi, hi hi..."
The laughs kept bubbling out. I couldn't stifle them. Couldn't control it. Not scornful snickers or manic cackles—this was pure, heartfelt mirth welling from deep inside. I'm laughing. Actually laughing. This is weird. Why? Why laugh? Why?
My dimming reason could only grasp fragments. It wasn't just the grotesque sight and stench filling my vision. Something else—thinking itself was breaking down. Slowing, shortening, simplifying. No, it's that thing. Ever since I saw it, my head changed. My brain. Everything's fucked. All wrong. Feels weird. And the feeling... keeps looking at it. Makes me feel... good.
"Hee, hii... Heh heh."
Happy. Blissful. Good. Looking makes me feel good. My heart's happy too. Mind going all fuzzy. Brain melting like ice cream, soft and drippy. Melting away. The pain, the anxiety, the sadness, the anger—all gone. Washing away like stains in warm water. All fading. This is true happiness. So easy, so blissful. That's why I'm laughing. Happy laughs.
"...Wilt thou keep giggling like that?"
"Heee... Y-yeah, laughing. Heh, heh heh."
Heart happy, body relaxed. Love this body. The one making my heart happy. Still sprawled sideways, one hand gropes my chest. Tiny hand sinks into the flesh. Squeezing my perky tits, they bounce under my fingers. Whole body jiggles a bit. Crazy how huge these are. Fun to play with. Shake 'em a little and they flop wild—thrilling.
My other hand sneaks between my legs on its own. Sweaty down there. Sticky. But fingers dig deeper. I used to have one. I had that too. Chanting it to myself, I fumble the unfamiliar slit. Way smaller than that, but every graze makes me twitch. Sparks shoot up from my nape. Good. Fun. What is this body? So damn fun? Love it. Too good. Happy.
"Ailet!"
A shout snaps me. Too fun groping, so I lift my head slow.
"Y-yes, yee heee...?"
Whoa, whoaaa. Hands still on tit and crotch, but eyes lock back. Vision blurs again. Drool slips from my gaping mouth. Saw it seconds ago, but fresh look's still gold. Dusky shaft, sexy golden curls. And the smell. That warm, thick scent from the bed earlier. Stirring deep in my gut.
"I know not how thou dost it, but make haste and finish."
I gulp the pooling spit. Recall her question.
"F-fini, wh-what to finiiiish...?"
"Thou didst beg so piteously for but one bite, claiming such hunger."
One bite. One bite? One mouthful. Mouth for eating. Eating 'cause hungry. Hungry. Gut aching. Been hurting forever. Haven't eaten shit. What can I eat? What do I like? Answer right there. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Makes me happy, blissful. Fills me up.
Sudden curiosity: What's it called? What do I call it? What do I call it? Pops up easy. Fuzzy brain recalls the formula I'd forgotten. Like bubbles in soda, word bursts in my fluffy head.
"C-cock."
That's a cock. No—makes me happy, so cock-sama.
"C-cock, cock-saaama! Hee, heh heh."
What is this? So silly. But fun. Just saying it perks me up. Mouth full of cock already. Head swirling with cock thoughts. Super happy. Imagining, saying it—bliss. And cock-sama's right here. Touch it, rub my face, sniff deep. One bite. Taste it.
"Cock, haa, one biii—"
"What dost thou?!"
Head stops inches from kissing it. Horn grabbed. Hard, like before. Tight. But no pain. Head's all soft. Wait, hurts. But squeezing soft head feels good. Love this body. Love horns. But bummer. Was so close to a bite. Lips that should've wrapped it pout and mumble.
"C-cock-saaama. O-one bite, one bite."
"N-no. Even for a succubus like thee, that impregnation sustenance is precisely..."
Cock-sama's hero— no, hero 'cause cock-sama. Echo her words.
"Succubus, succu-bus, ah!"
Remembered. I'm Ailet. Succubus. Made to please cock-sama. Starving and lunging for a taste? My fault. Unsuccubus-like. Big mistake. How'd I forget? Obvious. Lucky. Realizing now, with cock-sama here.
"Cock-sama, cock-saaaama, for-giive meee..."
One horn gripped—no head movement. So arms reach out. Hands wrap cock-sama.
"Eek, hee eek—?!"