Succubus?
"Haaang…! Haat, President. More, more…!"
—*Squelch squelch, splat splat*
"Aang, aang, there… lower, down there… hngh!"
—*Squish squish, smack smack*
"Haat, haeuk…! President, it's too… too good! Haaaang… aeuuk!"
—*Thrust thrust, stab stab*
"Ha, fuck. This thing's a goddamn black hole."
The arms gripping the railing trembled as her droplet-shaped breasts swayed in a mesmerizing curve. Savoring the feel of her ass supported by those long, taut legs, he ramped up the pumping from behind.
Every time the urge to cum built up, Grace switched positions like a ghost. It was as if her pussy was intimately chatting with his cock as it plunged in and out, whispering, 'About to blow? Let's change it up.'
Thanks to her, they made full use of the open deck, turning it into a mixed martial arts bout where he squeezed out every ounce of energy at every moment to ravage her pussy. It was a terrifying grip that could steal control with the slightest lapse.
"Haa… haa… Why are you so strong? This is the first time I've ever felt this cornered during sex."
"Haa… Same here. I can't remember the last time sex drained my stamina like this. Every time I'm about to cum, your pussy clamps down without mercy, keeping me too busy thrusting in and out."
"I… I'm at my limit. Cum quick, please. Hngh!"
They were both utterly spent. With any other woman, he'd have blown his load three or four times by now, but after going nonstop, even his waist was aching.
"Alright, let's switch positions."
He laid Grace down on the lounge chair covered with a towel and slung her legs over his shoulders. Lifting her hips and waist slightly into a press position, he summoned the last of his strength and slammed his cock deep inside.
—*Squelch squelch, squish squish, smack smack, stab stab*
"Aeuk, haat! Haeuk…! So deep… President, it's so deep… haat, haeuk!"
Sweat dripped steadily, pooling in her navel. Kneading her breasts like he was squeezing out every drop, she let out moans with an expression that mixed pain and pleasure. This was the end.
"Kuh, Grace. Here it… comes…!"
"President, President, aang, aang, aeuk… haaaaaang!"
—*Spurt, spurt, blub blub*
He unleashed a massive load, swelling the condom tip to its limit. Shame he couldn't let her feel that fullness.
"Haa… I can't go again right away. Let me rest a bit."
He carried Grace down to the ocean-view cabin below. Smaller than a standard hotel room, but with a king-size bed and sofa, it was plenty comfortable for relaxing. The shower was big enough for… standing sex, no problem.
Worn out, Grace fell asleep the moment she hit the bed. No energy left for a shower, it seemed. He was the same, but he couldn't let his guard down completely—not when he didn't know what she might pull while he slept.
"How much more do I need to do before she becomes obedient?"
> [Your sex fantasies will be fully satisfied. I'm sharing sensations with you right now, so I'll let you know when that bitch is 'completely' satisfied. She's got great sensitivity—first round's satisfaction level is already high. Aura color's changed a lot, right?]
The black was gone now, replaced by blues and yellows, with hints of orange here and there. Not even in heat, and already this much progress—that was impressive.
"But isn't that color a problem?"
> [Problem?]
"Yellow means affection, right? If she starts liking me, the aphrodisiac effect won't work, you said."
That was why he'd relaxed with the black aura—feed her cum in an aphrodisiac state, satisfy her sex addiction, and she'd submit, becoming a slave. But if she developed real feelings now, all this effort was for nothing. No more aphrodisiac leverage.
> [What a dumb thing to say. If she likes you, who needs aphrodisiacs? She'd do anything you ask. It's just upgrading from slave to love slave—what's the issue?]
Made sense when he put it like that. But could her feelings for Hyungpil suddenly flip to him?
> [There's inner pressure and body politics for a reason. Fill her sex fantasies, and you'll know exactly how she feels.]
"Don't go reading people's minds without permission."
Sipping whiskey from the room's minibar while gazing at the sea, Grace stirred awake. Still half-asleep, she stared at him with a dazed look, yawning cutely. Anyone watching would think they were lovers enjoying a cozy cruise.
"You're up. I'm gonna shower."
The sound of running water sent blood rushing to his cock—Song Jinho's memories of passionate bathroom sex with Seoah lingered. Unable to hold back, he entered the shower. There was Grace's pale back under the spray.
"Haeng, President! Why all of a sudden…."
"Seeing you shower like that? I'd have to be a saint to resist. I love fucking under the water."
"Aeut, haang. President, I'll wash quick and get out, so just…."
From behind, he greedily licked her nape and back while groping her breasts. Her nipples hardening told him her switch was flipping too.
Sitting her on the tub edge with one leg up exposed her slit perfectly. Like he was possessed, he buried his face and started sucking. Sweet as honey.
—*Lick lick, slurp… smooch smooch*
"Haat, President, Presiii… there, hngh! Hueuk… inside, kyaaang…!"
Watching her thrash and grab his head made his cock throb painfully hard. No matter how much he sucked, his thirst demanded more. This girl wasn't human-level eroticism.
> [Knew it from the crimson red, but her sensitivity surpasses a succubus. You're in for some real work, buddy.]
If this was work, he'd take it anytime.
"Haat, haang, President… remember this position, it's my favorite, haeuk!"
They moved to the bed for round two, and Grace insisted on starting with her favorite: her on top. Gazing down with seductive eyes, licking her lips—she was a succubus incarnate.
"Telling me your favorite position? Planning to keep meeting after we get back?"
"…Slipped out. Forget it, haat."
She changed the subject quick, but kept pumping while moaning hotly. Gently rubbing his nipples, she rolled her hips rhythmically. Every move was too lewd. He'd planned a quick cum-dump to achieve his goal, but once inside her, he forgot what that even was.
Too good to hand over to Hyungpil.
—*Squelch squelch, squish squish, smack smack*
"Haang…! Haat, haak… wh-what do I do. It's so good, too good, haaaang…!"
He tried Soyoung's "Mythical Bird." Bridge pose should've been tough, but even floating mid-air, she took his cock over and over. Drunk on her soft, plump ass cheeks, his thrusts sped up.
—*Grind grind, stab stab, clap, clap*
"Haat, President… haang. Where'd you learn this position? It's… haeuk."
Like stretching, he spread her legs side to side, then squatted behind for insertion—Soyoung's "Stretching Fantasy." Imperfect pose meant heavy stamina drain for both. Soyoung failed half the time, but Grace endured like a champ.
"Kuh, your body's limitless. Firm yet flexible, chewy too…."
"Hngh, haat… President's cock, love it… gonna get addicted… haeuk!"
"Highest praise there is."
He'd thought the aura just changed colors, but it rippled constantly, intensity shifting with her arousal. Reacting to her excitement?
> [Aura's overwhelmed by nonstop pleasure inflow. Anyway, this bitch is incredible. Haven't tasted pussy this good in ages.]
—*Plunge plunge, squelch squelch, slap slap*
No more strength left—he laid her down for the final sprint. Ramping up intensity so flesh impacts jolted straight to his abs, Grace hit her limit too.
"Aang, aang, aang! President, Presiii! More, more… haat, deeper, pound me, aaaak!"
"Kweuk, gonna… cum…."
—*Spurt, blurt blurt* —*Spurt, blurp blurp blurt blurt*
Squeezing out the last drop, he collapsed atop her. Amazed the condom held that load, then she started stroking his back, savoring the afterglow.
Soon, she kissed his neck, leaving hickeys here and there. Lover's territory marking.
"Didn't know you were this sweet."
"Repayment for squeezing out every last bit of strength to feed me."
"I could go more."
"Hubris is the path to ruin. A. Je. Ssi."
Red aura rippled across her entire body.
After dinner at the banquet hall buffet, they headed back to the open deck, tilting glasses under the night sky. Grace, who'd been a bristling cat when boarding, now looked relaxed.
She didn't say it, but her eyes hinted excitement for the remaining day. Hope the order arrived properly.