(H) The Demon of Absorption
“Gaaahhh! Stop! Please, stooop!”
The nobleman sprawled on the bed screamed in agony, looking as if he might drop dead at any moment, begging desperately.
“Hmm? We’re not even close yet~!”
“Please… stop…”
Ignoring his pleas, the succubus pressed a finger from her black leather long glove against his rear.
“Guhhh!”
As his prostate was stimulated once more, his cock sprang erect again. Seeing this, the nobleman’s face twisted in despair.
Confirming his gaze, the succubus licked her lips with a look of utter delight, savoring his expression.
“Come on! We’ve only done it seventeen times! Hang in there! Kyahahahaha!”
With a vulgar laugh, the nobleman’s cock vanished between her massive breasts.
“Gaaahhh!”
She had merely sandwiched it between her tits, but the pleasure slamming into his mind twisted into torment, making him writhe. Yet he couldn’t even move his body to fight back against her one-sided assault.
His flesh wouldn’t obey. It was as if all his muscles and nerves had melted away, leaving him a limp puppet robbed of control.
He couldn’t even comprehend why he was in this bedroom. He’d only been wandering Fernin’s darkened streets alone when suddenly—he’d come to, naked on this bed, utterly paralyzed.
‘Demons are prowling the capital.’
He’d scoffed at the rumor and strolled the night roads solo. That was his mistake.
To young nobles too green to fight in the Great War twenty years ago, demons were just fodder for vague legends—nothing real enough to fear.
Paralyzed and milked seventeen times by the succubus, he’d started screaming from the tenth orgasm onward. But she showed no mercy.
Each time she savored the mana laced in his semen, ecstasy filled her body, painting her face in bliss.
“More, more, more!”
His cock, trapped in her soft, enormous breasts, ignored his agony and hardened under her teasing, standing tall.
She grabbed her tits and ground them roughly against him—the act erotic yet brutally violent.
“Feels good, right? It must feel good! You’ve cum five times from this already!”
“G-guhhhh!”
Drooling on the bed, slack as a ragdoll, the nobleman felt waves of pain—not pleasure—radiate from his cock through his groin, lower body, and up his torso. His eyes were on the verge of rolling back, whites showing.
“Ah! Nooo!”
Slap!
The succubus, who’d been violently titfucking him into oblivion, noticed him fading and hurriedly stopped, climbing onto the bed.
Slap! Slap!
“Wake up! Don’t pass out!”
“Gaaack!”
Feeling the sting of her leather-gloved palms across his cheeks, the nobleman—whites flashing—snapped back to consciousness with a scream.
“Whew, no helping it.”
“You… bitch… what the hell do you want…?!”
“Huh? Why ask something so obvious? I’m squeezing every drop of cum out of you.”
“What grudge do you have against me to do this vile shit…!”
“No grudge against you at all?”
“Wha…?”
“Nah, you just wandered the night streets alone without a care, so I picked you. What were you thinking, strolling around in the dark like that?”
“……”
The succubus smirked, bringing her face close to his, mocking him.
At first, even that smile had seemed beautiful. The black curved horns atop her head, her short pink hair, the garter belt stockings accentuating her legs, panties hugging her lower half, pale skin peeking through thin leather straps, and those huge tits—they’d mesmerized him instantly, stiffening his cock with seductive allure.
But after nearly twenty forced orgasms, to this tormented man, the bat-winged woman was nothing but a true demon—viler than any killer.
Her lewd display, rubbing and licking his cock between her breasts like a treat, marked her as inhuman—more sadistic than death itself.
“Times are tense, right? Rumors of demons in the capital. I figured they’d spread by now, huh?”
She trailed a finger over his naked body.
“Why the hell were you boozing alone and staggering through the streets?”
“Kuh!”
His skin prickled at the leather’s touch, shuddering as he groaned.
“I know trash like you all too well.”
Snickering, she toyed with his helpless body, relishing his humiliated glare.
“‘Demons can’t possibly exist.’ ‘No way I’d run into one.’ ‘Even if I did, a demon’s no match for me.’ That’s exactly your type.”
“Grrrr!”
“So foolish, so complacent, so arrogant. That’s what you nobles are.”
For a split second, he missed the disgust flickering in her eyes. She pinched his nipple hard, yanking it viciously.
“Gaaahhh!”
His scream was so loud she winced, releasing her grip.
“Ugh, you’re so damn loud. Seriously.”
She buried the loathing deep, resuming her playful smile.
“My last guest passed out before twenty, so I’m in a foul mood. Shut that yapping hole, okay?”
She slithered back between his legs, licking his cock again.
Slurp!
Sucking it deep like a vacuum, pleasure and pain surged anew, drawing another scream.
“Gaaack!”
“Fuck! You don’t listen for shit!”
Finally snapping, she rose from his crotch and loomed over his face. Grabbing his jaw, she traced a finger along his lips like zipping them shut.
“Mmph!? Mmmph!?”
His mouth sealed instantly, he gaped in confusion—but she offered no explanation.
“You’re pissing me off, so zip it. I’ll let you go after I drain you dry. Ugh, and you’re ugly too.”
“Mmph! Mmmph!”
Settling between his legs again, she smothered his cock with her breasts.
“Mmph!”
Her heavy tits slapped his groin, enveloping his shaft root to tip in suffocating pressure. Even paralyzed, the sensation made his hips twitch instinctively.
Trapped in that massive, fleshy mass, his cock throbbed, blood surging faster. Her slime-like breasts deformed around him, nipples shifting teasingly.
In reality, it might’ve been pure bliss. But here, in this unknown void, restricted and milked solely for semen, it was hellish torment.
“Ah! Here it comes. Come on out!”
Precum dribbling from his tip soiled her cleavage; she beamed like a miner striking gold.
He desperately tried clenching to hold back, but after the tenth load, his will had shattered.
Her soft tits tormented endlessly, devouring his cock. Succubus paizuri ignored shame or contempt—pure efficiency.
The sole reason for servicing a man she despised: extracting semen and mana most directly. No love, no emotion.
“Cum already.”
She urged him with a sultry smile as he buckled under the pleasure. Her huge breasts pistoned vulgarly, hastening his release. Tempo accelerating, his cock quivered.
Finally, buried in her cleavage, it gave way to the eighteenth orgasm.
Spurt, spurt…
Once forceful jets, now his semen trickled like a weak stream, staining her breasts. She eyed the diminished load with brief disappointment.
“You’re hitting your limit too, huh?”
“Mm… mmph…”
“Trash like you thinks, ‘Plagues won’t touch me,’ and wanders out anyway. Idiot.”
Assessing his near-comatose state—whites nearly showing—she sighed, resigned. She licked the remnants from his cock, then slurped the semen from her tits.
“Haaa…”
Having drained him fully, she ejected his body to the outside world and flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.
“Almost… almost time. Finally… this day…”
Excitement swelled at the long-awaited moment approaching.
“Haaa… Lady Belphegor… I wonder what you’re like… I can’t wait to meet you…”
“Wh-what the…?”
“Hey, move it! Get out of the way!”
A man froze in shock at the woman striding toward him.
“Out of my way.”
Blocked, she flicked her finger, blasting him aside with magic.
“Gyaak!”
Four-Digit Magic
Psychokinesis
⟨ Psychokinesis ⟩
Some invisible force lifted him, slamming his back into the wall. Onlookers gawked.
“Whoa, what the hell? Magic?”
“Dunno. How should we know?”
It resembled telekinesis—manipulating objects with will—but to these physical fighters ignorant of magic, it was near-divine.
Other mages would’ve revered the clean, swift execution of four-digit magic, top-tier among standard spells.
Though rude to a knight sworn to the kingdom, no one dared stop or scold her. Two reasons:
First, she was Iliana Kenifer, the Black Witch—one of Arkena’s scant ten high-rank mages.
Second, she was furious.
“Riod!”
Bursting into the captain’s office without warning or knock, Iliana found Riod—mid-report—sighing as if expecting her.
“…You’re here.”
With prior word from contacts, seeking the one man she trusted in Pernias Kingdom was inevitable.
“We need to fetch Hyun to the palace now. Lend me a horse.”
“…They refused your audience at the palace?”
“They’re blocking me from seeing him like a fortress—that’s why I’m here!”