First Feast as a Succubus
Is this really all it takes?
My first time, and it's not even with a person—it's some lowly goblin. Is it okay to use my one and only virginity like this?
Hmm... no, technically I already lost it back with the glass bottle, right?
A fleeting question crossed my mind: Does masturbation even count as losing your virginity?
Whatever. I'm a succubus anyway. It probably doesn't mean much.
I quickly remembered what I was and decided to drop the pointless worries. What was the point of a succubus staying a virgin?
I shook off the useless thoughts and focused. First, I'd use my tail to guide the goblin's dick into my pussy.
"S-stop... Stop it!"
Tears glistened in the corners of the goblin's eyes, but that wasn't reason enough to quit.
If anything, I felt a bit indignant. It acted all high and mighty, but it was just a goblin, wasn't it?
This was my body now—top-quality stuff. Would a goblin, or whatever this trash was, ever get to experience something like this?
Probably not. So instead of crying, shouldn't it be thrilled? Grateful, even?
Tears of gratitude wouldn't even cut it, and here it was, daring to bawl?
More than that, I didn't like how this felt forced. It made it seem like I wanted this. I didn't, really.
Sigh. Might as well just shove it in...
I set aside the distractions and got serious. Gripping the goblin's dick with my tail, I lifted it—but something was off.
Why's it so soft?
It wasn't erect; if anything, it had shrunk. In a situation like this, and it still wouldn't get hard?
Hmm... Why? Was my appearance not enough to make it stiff?
No way. This was my body—more than enough, if anything.
That left only one conclusion.
"Wait, do goblins not get erections by nature?"
Maybe they were a species that didn't even have them to begin with.
Like external fertilizers—fish, say. Just lay eggs and spray semen over them.
But then what was the point of this protruding dick?
Maybe they used to do insertion sex but suddenly switched to external mid-evolution?
Heh. Interesting.
"Like hell we don't! You crazy whore!"
What? It wasn't true? And "whore"? Harsh words.
"Hah? I'm not a whore—I'm a succubus."
I mean, I woke up with eyes that seduce and a body that needs sex to eat. You want me to starve?
I'm not a whore by choice; it's just my species.
You don't call a chameleon a con artist for camouflaging, right?!
This is just the natural order.
"Then why won't it get hard?"
"I... I won't give a drop of my vital energy to filth like you..."
Ah. It hit me. The goblin's wandering eyes, its faintly trembling body.
I'd been too caught up wondering how to have sex, if this was the right way to get vital energy, if I really had to do it with this thing.
But it was terrified.
No wonder tension kept it from getting erect.
I'd figured out the reason, but that didn't change the fact—it pissed me off that the goblin wouldn't stiffen up.
What was it... like my value was plummeting?
Succubus instinct, maybe? Probably.
So what now?
Should I smack it around? "Hurry up and get hard, you bitch! Won't stiffen in front of me? I'll kill you!"
Nah, that'd backfire.
Act cute, then? Shake my ass and whine, "Heeey, goblin bro~ ♥ Make me your female..." or some crap?
Even for a goblin, that was too much.
Wait, saying it like that implied it'd be fine with someone else. No.
I hated that creepy aegyo no matter who it was for.
As those thoughts swirled, an impulse surged. Not words—my body just wanted to move.
Like breathing without thinking, or arms swinging when walking.
This standoff could drag forever, so I let my body take over.
It was bizarre. I felt like an observer, someone else puppeteering me.
My movements, but I didn't feel like I was moving.
Suddenly, my slick pussy hovered over the goblin's dick.
Lube poured out as I ground my lower half against it—slow sometimes, fast others.
And was it my imagination? Or did the goblin start looking... attractive?
I pinned its face with my hands and kissed it.
Wait, what if it bites my tongue?
The thought flashed, but my body moved faster.
My long tongue was already out, invading its mouth, swirling down its throat.
Inside, I tasted fruit and grass notes.
At the same time, pleasant heat warmed my whole body—like an illusion, but nice.
Something filling me up?
Is this... vital energy?
Whatever it was, it felt good—no harm done.
Lost in the kiss and grinding, I noticed changes in the goblin.
Its tense body relaxed; eyes glazed over.
Its flaccid dick stood rock-hard now.
No more resistance—just weird moans.
Check its status? Nah, something more important.
I aligned the stiff goblin cock and slid it into my pussy.
Smaller than the bottle, but an indescribable fulfillment hit.
Lukewarm heat, faint pulsing—life throbbing from it.
My walls writhed, clinging tight.
Overflowing with affection for that vitality, desperate not to miss a drop.
Every fold molded to the male shape, sucking it in for more taste—like chewing eagerly.
The creature's warmth and tiny heartbeats teased my inner flesh endlessly.
"Hah... Nngh..."
I pressed my breasts to its chest. They squished flat—didn't matter.
I probed deeper into its mouth. My hips started moving.
Upper body bent to mesh with it, lower half arched naturally.
Squelch...
Even slow, the sound rang clear.
I swallowed it root-deep, ground my pelvis, savored.
"Hnnngh! Chp, haa..."
Tongues tangled; moans leaked.
Now I lifted my hips—slow, careful, like scared it'd slip out.
Almost to the tip... then slammed down.
"Ahn! Hnngh... G-good... More like this... Heh..."
"Hrrghhh..."
The goblin groaned grotesquely from the stimulation.
It felt... fun.
I didn't know why, but seeing reactions wasn't bad. The pleasure from my body? Loved it.
Whatever—my hips sped up.
Plap plap plap!
"Hnngh... Ah!! S-small... But... so good... Y-yesss..."
No real words exchanged.
Just slick slaps, squelches from churning juices.
And the goblin's "Ughhh..." moans—like a zombie, not a goblin.
Finally, the female cries... okay, my voice.
And...
"...!!"
Spurt...!
Intense throbs—its dick pulsed wildly, over and over.
Like a broken faucet, refusing to stop.
I wasn't much different.
My body quivered; tail teased its balls for every drop.
Arms hugged its back; wings half-spread limply.
Climax.
Something from our join point surged through my veins, flooding everywhere.
Like carbonated soda in my blood—intense, but not painful.
Then it hit me, belatedly.
I... was starving.
I'd thought my body was fine, but nope.
Unfamiliar with it, I hadn't even noticed the hunger.
That kiss satisfaction? Barely a whiff—not even a taste.
New energy—vital energy, probably—left me lighter despite the frenzy. Power surged.
Blissed out in the sensation, I dazed until the throbs stopped. Carefully, I separated us.
Pop! Its dick pulled free.
I glanced down curiously, regretfully.
The semen left on its dick looked... wasteful. Delicious, even.
Body moved on autopilot to 69.
The goblin was spent, barely conscious—but I wasn't dropping guard.
Still, leaving scraps? No. Compromise: 69.
Thighs locked its arms and torso; face to dick.
Too late, I realized—if it was awake, it'd see my cum-drenched pussy right there.
Kinda embarrassing...
But no backing out now. Mild shame—whatever.
First, the scent. My sweet juices mixed with thick night-bloom musk.
Tongue out, I licked from ball-root up. Salty-sweet mix of fluids.
Like a snake, it coiled around the shaft, cleaning every inch.
Soon, I had its dick in my mouth like candy.
"Hngf!"
Tongue, cheeks—stimulated it fully.
Used everything. Craved more vitality.
That full-body rush... wanted more.
Deep-throated it—no gag reflex.
Perfectly accommodated. Even my throat felt pleasure from the rubbing tip.
Optimized here too?
Great—no spills, all ingested.
More... just a bit more...
Its dick just twitched now, spent—but I didn't stop.
Greedy, obsessive, endless.
"Ughhh... D-dying... I'm dying... Please stop..."
Its weak plea halted me.
What? Dying?
Couldn't let that happen. Wanted more energy, pleasure—but not at the cost of my intel source.
Regretfully, I released it.
"..."
It passed out after that plea.
Good—no death. But way more gaunt now.
Its once-decent goblin face was skull-like, cheeks hollow. Obvious even to an idiot.
A bit more, and it really would've died.
Seeing that drove it home: what I'd become.
Something inside me had changed.
Like... I could do something now. No idea what, but yeah!
Instinct over reason.
Try that failed thing from earlier?
I'd wait for it to wake and experiment.