Succubus Drains Semen - 3: In Koska's Room
"My room again?"
Koska grumbled the moment he saw me.
"What, you hate it?"
"Sex? Sure, welcome. But coming to my room to wash off other guys' cum? Fuck no."
"Just deal with it."
"I'm running out of dry towels."
"Can't you see? There's a lot to wipe."
I dried my hair with a towel and wiped the moisture off my tits. Koska stared right through me. No need to mention his instant hard-on post-shower glow.
"Gotta perform well now if you want this pussy next time too."
"Simple enough. Use me all you want for that trade."
"Easy, huh?"
Males' goals are obvious. Mind-blowing sex. I'm no tease locking an invisible chastity belt. If you ask if I'd spread 'em for anyone who wants it, nah, not quite.
"Then, right now..."
"Du-men's turn."
"Hmph."
"You get why I'm putting in all this effort, right?"
I brushed my hair neatly, checked for any flaws. Honestly, that's plenty. My body's a knockout naked. With this overwhelming female physique, stripping never leaves me looking flat. Still, packaging matters.
"Hey."
"Hey?"
Koska gave me a baffled look.
"What? Can't call you 'hey' after you creampied me so deep...?"
"...Fine. So what do you want with 'hey'?"
"Heard some new prisoners got caught."
"Can't release 'em."
"Hear people out till the end. Orcs don't get that?"
"...Hmph."
"Just wondering if there's anything here I could wear."
"There's a spot on the first floor where we stash loot."
"Lead the way."
Wouldn't do to get jumped en route. With Koska up front, the orc hordes eyeing my pussy vanished from sight.
"What about that favor I asked?"
"You mean checking out A-mel-ia?"
"Yeah, that."
"Didn't seem like she was plotting anything. Looked like she was handling fortress security while Du-men's resting."
"Fortress security?"
That bitch doing something useful? Under Du-men?
"Heard she volunteered. Said she'd return if she could handle the defenses."
"She's faking defection, waiting to wipe out the orcs, right?"
Fortress defense is critical—no brainer. If enemies sneak deep undetected, even the great Du-men gets forced into a bad fight. Especially in these woods, with adventurers who can match or outfight him. Gotta stay sharp.
"I get the suspicion, but nah. A-mel-ia's grudge against the Empire is real. Villages got razed because of her, and tons of orcs joined up under her after."
"Weren't the orcs tight under Du-men?"
"Anything off in what I said?"
"Soldiers ignoring chain of command to switch bosses? We can't even imagine that."
"Doesn't matter. Your 'loyalty' ain't our 'loyalty.' Orcs always hunt for hot bitches. Can't fight that instinct."
"Fluid, huh."
So A-mel-ia's basically commanding the northern front against the Empire... With heavy Empire losses, the "fake defector" theory doesn't hold. I knew, but double-checked.
"That's it? Nothing suspicious?"
"What're you hoping for? I'm an orc, not human. A-mel-ia's helping us, no doubt."
"Just wanna grab some dirt on the bitch."
Koska smirked silently.
"Simple enough."
"Easy, huh? Spill it now. Even the juicy gossip."
"Hmm. Looked like she was fighting adventurers."
"Adventurers?"
"Mages handling fire and water."
I froze. He-na and Clora. They were nearby?
"Know 'em? Come to think, you asked about some chick with weird hair color at first..."
"...Yeah. That's them."
"Matches the description. Reports said their outfits match their magic elements—fire and water colors. Means they're cocky about their spells."
"My friends."
Koska started to speak, then clamped his mouth shut.
"They're here to rescue me, obviously."
"...We're here."
We reached the warehouse door. Why'd I come here again? To pick clothes to impress Du-men... What the hell am I doing? While my friends risk their lives for me...
"Snap out of it."
"Eek."
Koska groped my tits.
"The fortress orcs cherish you. You're Du-men's bitch, our cherished bitch. Didn't you agree to that life?"
"Partially, yeah. But I'm human—I can't keep siding with orcs forever..."
"Prejudice."
Hic... Tits... Don't squeeze so hard... Just this teasing got me panting? Me...?
"Dress pretty and become Du-men's wife. No dumb thoughts. Those mages slaughtered our friends, comrades—still do. What's wrong with A-mel-ia fighting those damn bitches?"
"......"
"If she wasn't, I'd have done it myself."
"Leave 'em be?"
"Yeah. Forget it all and head to the bedroom. Like always."
What about Aste? Empire's key force that even moves Du-men. Without her, the fight drags. If I act rash to save He-na and Clora, the big plan crumbles. Last collab probably let Seoran Prince pinpoint A-mel-ia. Just hold out a bit longer. I can just chill and fuck orcs. ...That's all this body can do.
"Open wide."
"Mmph... Hngm... "
Koska latched onto me.
"Easing your hesitation."
"Hng... Chup... You just wanted a kiss. No excuses."
I read his mind with Male Insight. Trying to fool a succubus over this? Koska flinched and pulled back midway.
"Brushed my teeth hard. Making me drool again..."
"Sorry."
"You don't want me to leave? Right?"
"...Yeah."
"Even though they're friends with the woman who killed your comrades?"
"That's why laying you down and fucking you gets me so revved."
Honest. Love it. A-mel-ia targeting He-na and Clora... But nothing I can do. Unless I turn every orc here against me or break my promise to Du-men and bolt.
Can't meet them. So...
"Pick an outfit for me, Koska."
"What kind?"
"That a real question? The one that gets you hardest."
The warehouse brimmed with women's clothes, but with Koska's help narrowing to my size, just a handful left. Intact ones? Three.
"This all?"
"Don't complain. No interest in human rags, but I know clothes fitting your udders and ass are rare."
"I know."
"Why not go naked? Du-men'd love it."
"Got plans. Ever seen someone hate gifts?"
"Orcs ain't human."
"Close enough."
Koska glared.
"Say it again. Ever seen an orc hate gifts?"
"Nope."
"Gifts need wrapping. The fun of unwrapping."
"Comparing yourself to a gift? Human imagination..."
"This is gift-worthy."
I kneaded my own tits. Koska stared intently.
"Admit it?"
"...Admitted."
"This'll do."
I slipped into a low-cut white tank top and miniskirt.
"For exposure, that black one's better."
"Your taste? Noted."
"...Ugh! Not what I—"
"No wedding dresses here?"
"Wedding dress... Vaguely familiar."
"Picked white on purpose. For that bastard."
"No way... Trying to feel married?"
"Ah, fuck... If you guessed, shut up. Saying it out loud kills the vibe."
Koska looked stunned.
"A bitch like you comes once every millennium, if that. You're already legend among us."
Well, one reason was clearing the Legendary Whore quest. My slutting around becoming orc legend? No surprise.
"Don't overdo it. Just putting some heart in 'cause Du-men's pitiful."
I tied my hair with a nearby string, letting it fall naturally. Active outfit called for a sporty 'do. Never ponytail'd before, so loose and messy—mirror check: surprisingly natural. Satisfied.
"How's it?"
"..."
"Wanna yank my hair and doggy me?"
Peeked with Insight—his ears reddened.
"...How'd you know?"
"Millennium bitch knows. Why?"
"Looks like an athletic girl. If only your tits were smaller."
"My tits are huge. So what vibe?"
"Bitch pretending to work out to lure cocks."
...Got the picture.
"Any male'd say the same. Tits out begging for looks, reeking of slut."
"...Who said they're out begging? What if they are?"
"Like this."
Koska reached for my tits, kneading.
...No reason to dodge, so I arched my back, let him.
Squish squish... Nipples grazing fabric feels weird. Palm-rubbing's great too, but this...
"Hng... Mm..."
"Wanna yank once and doggy you."
"No. Let me put panties on, stop groping."
"Hmph."
Koska smacked his lips, withdrew. Others' rice looks bigger, plus heading to bedroom soon—I'm too tempting. Insight shows him wrestling urges to pin and fuck me. Tease and he'd fold. Gotta draw the line... Creampie means another wash. Scraped cum for 2 hours last time—no repeat.
"I'm off."
Koska grabbed my wrist. Strength crushed my breath.
"Come to my room after."
"...For doggy?"
"Yeah. Pound you doggy again."
Won't leave me be... Reading my worries, he dangled bait.
"No personal favors? I'll do it. For you."
"Protect He-na and Clora... Fat chance?"
"That's a request? We're orcs. Might help with sloppy pussy-fucking a hot bitch. Not that nonsense."
"A-mel-ia count as 'hot bitch' too?"
"..."
Koska held his breath.
"A-mel-ia. Stiflingly pretty on the outside. Glam gold hair, green eyes... Think I hold up?"
"Lacks your slutty vibe. Can't compare. Face is pretty, sure. Some orcs hope she slips up."
"Not seeing her as comrade, huh?"
"...Yeah. 'Future fuckmeat,' maybe."
"Perfect. She's a bitch, I'm a bitch. When bitches fight, stay neutral. Got it?"
"Bitches fighting... Haha!"
Koska roared with laughter.
"You really hate that princess."
"Got a debt to settle. Someday. Interfere and you're dead."
"Promise. When bitches scrap, I'll back you."
"Why?"
"'Cause I favor you."
...Clear answer.
"Orcs favoring A-mel-ia can eat her out. I'm yours, Si-hyun."
"Music to my ears."
Something... reward him? Tongue twitched in my mouth.
"Since we kissed once... Wanna again?"
Koska pounced.
All dolled up for Du-men... Feels like letting Koska sample first.
【Side Boyfriend Kiss】
...Bitch radar won't quit. Fuck it, went all-in, lips locked, tongues dancing. Deep swap of spit.
"Churu slurp. Chup. Chup."
"Chup. Smooch. Chup..."
Indistinguishable moans, tongues entwined tight. Pressed close, grinding his cock... Finally parted, spit string linking our mouths.
"Haa..."
Side boyfriend kiss. Love it...
Koska stroked my hair.
"Like with A-mel-ia, I don't doubt you'll stick around."
"No grudge against the Empire."
"But your cock love? Real as it gets."
"..."
No retort. But stubbornly:
"...Cocks ain't orc-exclusive?"
Sounded bratty post-say, face burned. Blasphemy before an orc cock-confident as him...
"Don't forget—come for that doggy. Si-hyun."
Pressed tight again, another kiss. Tongues flicking, full brat mode this time.
"Hng... Mm... Chup... Think that'll make me come?"
Moments later. Escorted by Koska to Du-men's bedroom door.
One last kiss before parting. Not prompted—natural tangle.
"Chup. Chup. Chu-smooch. Smooch."
"Smack. Chup... Churu slurp."
Koska sucked me long. Till I burned for sex. Du-men waiting, but door-makeout? Harder to stop the more I thought...
Couldn't break till outside force. Eyes fully locked.
Then.
"Bu-ok."
Bu-ok opened the door, we sprang apart.
"Du-men's waiting. Bu-ok."
"Uh, yeah."
"...I'm out."
Koska bolted, I wiped drool from my lips.