A Dizzying Interrogation
The woman drove her heavy cock tight into Layla's cunt. Using the flood of slick as lubricant, it made a thick, sticky sound.
Schlick. Thuck. Squish. The table creaked under the rough snap of her hips.
Every time Layla's body jolted up and down, her flailing hands tore the map trapped beneath her.
"Ngh—ghh—ahh… heuh…"
She'd said she wasn't going to punish her.
This was nothing short of being punished with a cock.
The woman's thrusts hammered down into her mound hard enough to burst stars across her vision. Driven so fiercely it felt as if her body might be split in two, Layla couldn't even manage a proper moan—only choked breaths leaked out.
That didn't mean it felt bad.
The shaft shoved her inner walls aside and rammed all the way to the mouth of her womb, pounding dead-on the spot inside that sent her pleasure spiking.
"How many times?"
"……?"
For a moment Layla couldn't make sense of the question the woman threw at her while still plowing her pussy open.
"Essence Drain. How many people have you done it with?"
"Aah… j-just a moment… please."
If she wants an answer, shouldn't she slow down a little?
Her vision had already dissolved into tears, the world smeared like wet paint.
The woman gathered Layla's spread legs, hooked them over her shoulders, and drove her cock in even deeper.
"Hhk—!"
Smeared in nectar, the cock parted her water-soft cunt with ridiculous ease.
"…Th-three?"
Slam!
A thrust deep enough to punch through to the pit of her stomach bent her waist and stole her breath in ragged gasps. Her eyes rolled halfway back. Froth-like spit gathered at the corner of her mouth. She bit down on her molars until they threatened to crack.
"You gave your pussy to three people? Diligent."
A low, cold voice.
Is she disappointed?
Thinking harder—Shasha, and her sister… ah. Two, then.
Being fucked this hard, she could barely do the math. Even through pleasure fierce enough to scatter her mind, Layla shook her head desperately.
"And what does shaking your head mean?"
"Nnh… I think it was two. Haa, my friend only put her tail in my pussy… hnn, she never came inside me."
Of course she couldn't have. The other one was a woman, with no cock to put in.
At the answer that Layla had never taken anyone else's seed, the woman's brow eased. The fact that the beginning and the end of this clinging, greedy hole were still hers was deeply satisfying.
"A tail's thick too, you know. Since you say nothing went inside, I'll forgive you. Your list of charges nearly got longer."
It didn't feel as if only Layla's belt-bound wrists were restrained. That indifferent, possessive gaze looking down from above seemed to bind her whole body tight.
Without pulling out, the woman flipped her over.
Once she was on her knees in a posture like a deep bow, Layla instinctively lifted her ass.
Smack—!
A stinging palm cracked across her backside.
"Who told you to stick your ass up?"
"Haht—heuut… haahng, nnh."
Her skill was activating faithfully. The smart of her skin, the suffocating air—all of it turned into pleasure that speared through her body and pounded inside her skull.
The woman shoved the raised ass back down, seized Layla's hips, and dragged her to the edge of the table.
Her backside caught on the rim. The woman wound Layla's hair around one hand and yanked it straight back.
Her upper body was forced upright, her waist bending in a supple arch—a deeply cinched waist, a head snapped back, unfocused eyes, a mouth already foaming.
Through her swimming vision, the dreamy light of the chandelier hanging from the ceiling wavered into view.
"Where are you looking? Your mind's wandered."
The woman's face blocked her sight.
Perched at the table's edge, head wrenched back so her torso arched, Layla began to be pounded like a beast by the cock driving up into her from below.
"Kkh—gheuk—heok."
Breathing was difficult. What leaked from her mouth wasn't even a moan, but an animal's panting.
The black dress, plastered to her with sweat and nectar, laid bare the curve of her narrow waist and full breasts. Through the thin fabric, the peaks risen at their centers asserted themselves plainly. Every time the cool air brushed a stiffened nipple, Layla's whole body trembled.
As if that weren't enough, the woman pressed tight against her back and began to choke her slender throat with one arm.
"You've committed a crime. You don't get to breathe comfortably."
Her face, already flushed hot with pleasure, turned scarlet from lack of air. Breathing was agony—and in answer, everything below clenched like mad.
In the end a fountain burst from her cunt.
With a sharp splash, clear fluid gushed down beneath the table, and Layla's eyes rolled back into white.
The woman released the arm around her thin neck.
Layla collapsed face-down onto the table.
The fucking didn't stop. The pussy that had just squirted was softer and clingier than before, and even as her breath failed her, the inner flesh bit down on the cock as if refusing to let go.
When her walls shrank and sucked the shaft in, the woman crushed Layla's hips in her grip and drove her swollen, near-bursting cock all the way to the end of her womb.
Each time it punched in and dragged back out, plump red inner flesh was pulled along with it.
"Kkhang—ngh—haah… ah, aht, aaang!"
The huge glans reached a deep wall that should never have been touched.
Her vision flashed white, then flooded red. Pleasure stacked layer upon layer was melting her brain out of shape. It was only a hole being stuffed, and yet her mind went hazy. Under the heavy pressure filling her lower belly, Layla shook her head hard and writhed.
"Hek, heuk… haah… I-I think I'm… going to die…"
The woman granted no mercy for that protesting squirm.
The hole twitching and spilling water in streams was far too obscene. And that frail line of the succubus's back, heaving with rough breath and trembling in fine shivers—what of that? Even the tail hanging limp beneath the table was soaked in nectar, dripping. The floor had already become a puddle.
Later, I'll make her lick all of this up and drink it.
At that thought, the woman shoved her cock—swollen to its limit and already twitching—as deep as it would go. It was time to dump her load inside the cunt of this ill-mannered, bewitching little spy.
The vaginal walls clenched hard and gulped out a surge of nectar, as if urging the semen along.
"Hoo. You're biting down too hard."
Enjoying the sensation of being squeezed tight, the woman pressed her thumb into Layla's rear hole and stroked the wrinkles. For a while now that little pucker had been smoothing itself out and winking, constantly stealing her eye.
At the unfamiliar touch Layla jolted as if startled, but her body, already eaten through by pleasure, could only gape her mouth and focus on taking the cock. Spit she failed to swallow stretched in a long strand from her open lips.
"Hieuh… haht… nn…"
With a satisfied look, the woman slammed her cock into the deepest part of that pussy and came just like that.
Gush. Gush. As much semen as the water Layla had poured out filled the hollow of her lower belly.
Layla lifted the face she'd been resting on the table and looked at her hands. Her bound wrists were red. So much was being poured into her that her slim stomach seemed to swell, just slightly. A translucent window seemed to float before her eyes, announcing that she had absorbed essence, but she didn't have the mind to read it.
"…Uuh… haa, haa, is it… over?"
The words came out without a thought behind them. Her runaway mind hadn't fully returned; the woman's rough movements had simply stopped, so she assumed it was finished.
Schlk. The thick, slippery cock slid out.
The moment what had packed her cunt vanished, the opened space felt instantly empty. From the hole that wouldn't close, gaping wide, cloudy semen mixed with nectar and ran down her crotch.
"Mm… was that you provoking me just now?"
"Y-yes…?"
Instead of answering, the woman pressed Layla's ass even lower. She rubbed the withdrawn cock against her entrance until it was thoroughly coated in the soaking juices, then set the heavy glans against the narrower hole a little higher up.
"W-wait, not there!"
Sensing something ominous from behind, Layla guessed what she meant to do and went pale with fright.
"And what is this."
"Th-that's not a place you put it in……"
She said it in a small voice.
She knows. Is she asking on purpose?
Layla buried her face in the table so the woman wouldn't see how close she was to bursting. But the sight of her shrinking small in shame, wings neatly folded, only stirred the appetite of the woman looking down from behind.
"Below, above, and the back hole. If it's open, it exists to be filled."
"Euhh……"
That is clearly not what it's for!
Strangely, every time the slick glans brushed the wrinkles of her rear hole, a chill of goosebumps rose. The lewd, ticklish feeling made only her toes curl and fidget.
Then something wedged into the hole. The woman's thumb.
"Ah!"
Layla let out a short scream.
But before she could even be properly shocked, the huge cock replaced the withdrawing finger as if trading places and pushed straight in.
"Haa… as expected. It goes in well, and the grip is insane."
"Hiik… heut…!"
Something really was wrong with her body.
An entirely wrong hole—not her pussy—had been pierced, and yet instead of pain her whole body melted slack as slime. It felt so good she was ashamed of having protested. Her lips parted on their own, and the strength drained out of her so she could take the woman's cock deeper. Her body rocked back and forth in time with those hips.
"Look at you, dripping from your pussy with a cock buried in your ass."
The woman said it on a long exhale, then muttered again as if she truly couldn't believe the sight, letting out another slow breath.
In truth, that breath was one she let out while holding back an orgasm she'd nearly had the instant she pushed in. The rear hole clamped down until she could hardly breathe, and the moment she saw the frail back and narrow waist before her, she had to forcibly suppress the urge to climax surging up again—even though she had just emptied herself.
As expected, succubi were bewitching things.
