The Defeated Succubus (2)
Bianca Lilith, the Demon King who ruled the Western Continent, made her way down the long corridor toward her chambers. Along the spiraling walls on either side knelt men kept for milking, their cocks rigidly erect. They were still alive, but reduced to living dildos that held their erections in the same spot for twenty-four hours straight. Among them were famed knights, nobles, even kings and heroes, along with the occasional demon who'd defied her. In their prime, they could've formed a mighty nation—but now they were nothing more than dispensers for whenever their Demon King grew thirsty for semen.
"Ugh, you filthy men. Squeeze out your dick juice right now."
"Y-yes, right away, Demon King!"
"Ngh."
"Urgh."
"Haaah."
Disgusting groans echoed. At her command, the herd of males began jerking off in unison. Pathetic sight, Bianca thought. Truly unwatchable.
"Don't you lot have any pride? Wouldn't it be fun if some idiot snuck up behind me with a knife for once?"
"Ahng."
"Haang."
"Aaaah."
...No reaction. These morons would probably starve to death in place even if I slipped them sleeping pills and left them comatose for a month. Their slave instincts are so deeply ingrained they see freedom as some heavy boulder they can't drop fast enough. Of course, that's all my training... Boring routine is just too damn dull.
"Sigh~ You guys! Back in the day, you stormed my castle vowing to kill me! Where'd that spirit go?!"
"……."
"……."
"……."
Silence. No use shouting with passion at flesh that breathed but whose souls were long dead.
"...Tch. Dealing with you makes me feel pathetic. Bunch of losers. Starting today, I'll behead you one by one from the end of the left corridor. If you don't wanna die, stage a coup or something!"
BAM! She slammed the door shut and entered her room. Candles and pumpkin lamps flickered amid cobwebs draping skull sculptures in the Demon King's lair. She grabbed a cushion made from the flayed skin of a knight captain who'd once hunted her life and dove onto the bed.
"...Hmph. Even after all that, those idiots'll just wait for death without lifting a finger. Losers."
From the start, the men she kept as semen-cattle in the corridor were defeated challengers. Crushed in their confident prime, thoroughly broken in body and mind, rebellion now? They knew too well such reckless defiance was doomed.
Their spirits had withered into apathy; no grit left to face a monster like her.
"...Boring. So boring."
It used to be fun. Born a slave-class succubus among low-tier monsters, Bianca had enjoyed a normal childhood with her family. Mom's home cooking, clinging sweetly to Dad when he returned from work—that was her routine.
"Hm? Who's knocking this late?"
"No idea... You go check."
"Right. Hey, who the—urk!"
"Kyaaah! Dear!"
Then disaster struck. Succubi needed human semen to survive, so despite being demons, they lived near human settlements. Always at risk of discovery, her family was finally caught by a baron's guards and massacred.
Dad skewered on the spot. Mom sold off for a high price. And Bianca... became the plaything for the potbellied baron.
"Kekeke... So smooth, as expected of a succubus. Better than human girls?"
"……."
Contrary to their image as harmful temptresses who drained men's semen, plenty of twisted humans sought succubi to sate their lusts. The baron who'd captured her happened to be one such pervert.
"Kekeke... Nice, real nice. Succubi are the best. From now on, attend me every night."
"...Kikikit. My lord baron, your stamina seems... lacking."
"Ahh... Barons are low nobility. Had to endure that prickly count's drunken rant today—I'm beat. So serve me well... guk. Eugh."
That's when Bianca discovered her talent. She could absorb and claim her partner's every ability—a rare queenly gift, unlike ordinary succubi who merely digested semen.
"Guhuk! Guheuk! W-wait! Hold on! Guheeeuk!"
"I'll take your territory. Looking better now that the fat's gone."
"Eeeuk..."
The obese baron, layered in five folds of blubber, withered to a mummy and died.
After that, Bianca grew stronger fending off his escort knights, the count's anti-succubus squad, royal war-mages, and more. Her name spread through demon realms, earning a scout from the Demon King himself.
The King, ego inflamed, volunteered as her test.
"...Think you can handle the Dark Demon King? That tiny body'll burst with my cock inside. Fufufu..."
"Wanna test that theory, Demon King... Marique?"
"Provoking me? Fine. Obvious ploy, but I'll bite..."
Marique, terror even to demons—a fairy-tale villain from her childhood books. Bianca felt no fear facing him. No man, no matter how strong, could withstand her drain.
The King was no exception.
"Kgh! Haaang! I-impossible!"
"What's wrong, Marique? Breathing hard already?"
"Impossible! I am the Dark Demon King who's ruled the Western Continent for ten millennia! Some lowly succubus—!"
"No matter how strong or ancient, men can't beat me. Blame your balls~ Kikikit!"
The moment he entered her, defeat dawned on the King. Power shifted; he spat a final curse.
"But you'll die too. Inside me lies the core of my might. It self-destructs in non-bloodline hands. Keep absorbing, and it'll kill you someday."
"Ooh, thanks for the tip♡"
"...What? You bitch—! What are you—!"
Explode upon removal? Then keep it inside forever. With psychokinesis, she shrank him, tucked him into her womb. Most power stolen, he couldn't resist—regressed to a fetus, linked by umbilical cord.
Intelligence devolved to infant levels, memories erased. Even his gender flipped female in her belly. Nursed on her milk post-birth, he grew into a full succubus: Mari, her second-in-command.
Traces of the palace-sized King's frame lingered; Mari boasted long legs, slim waist, and massive tits—a glamorous bombshell. Only she entered the current Demon King's bedroom freely.
Bianca summoned her, recounting the chat with Ishtar.
"Earth? Never heard of it. Some nation on another continent?"
"You don't know either, huh. So Ishtar's lying to save her skin?"
"Besides, no male anywhere could surpass Your Majesty's power."
True. Post-King absorption, fights ended too easily. Even the empire's all-out draft—one million soldiers surrounding her—fizzled. She'd hoped for a real battle; instead, Meteor Impact wiped them in ten seconds.
That war decimated mages continent-wide. Rumor had it human parents banned magic lessons, lest the Demon King snatch their kids—a urban legend born of her own hunts for strong men.
"Can't live off tasteless semen from tamed livestock forever. We're succubi—devouring delicious loads is our life's joy!"
"True enough."
"Fought a famous hero today. Dismembered him in three seconds without even trying."
"Ah... Hayato, right? I was watching him too, after he beat the Four Demon Kings. No match for you, as expected."
"Heroes are the continent's strongest given holy swords for quests. Goddess-guided, they assault the castle confident of victory. So that's the peak after full growth. No strong men left here."
"And?"
"Think I gotta head to Earth like Ishtar said."
Other continents would be the same. Better to venture unknown realms for worthy prey.
"Understood... I'll follow wherever you go, Majesty."
"Good, you're coming. Second-strongest, and duo adventures beat solo anyway."
"Yes... But one concern."
"What?"
Mari's reign as Demon King had been far longer. Ishtar was her natural foe across millennia. Accepting her proposal blindly? Risky.
"Ishtar fundamentally hates demons. A 'good' girl."
"Yeah, yeah. So?"
"Would she sacrifice humans—even from another world?"
"Eh?"
Bianca's overwhelming strength left her a bit dense; Mari covered that. Together, flawless.
"She's got ulterior motives."
"Oh ho... Makes sense. As expected, Mari. Perfect chief advisor."
"An honor, Majesty."
Mari bowed. Thrilled by a rare resistor, Bianca hopped up, heart-tipped tail wagging as she plotted.
"Collar Ishtar so she can't betray, then Earth for a stud to toy with—and kill!"
"Kill assumed?"
"Duh. Hope for a strong one, but me lose to some guy? Never."
Her innocent grin, blind to defeat, mirrored Hayato's just before storming the castle.