Succubus Miel (2)
"You'll have to work hard starting tomorrow."
That was what the succubus said before she left the room.
Seona sat beside Yurin, turning those words over in his mind. After the succubus had gone, Yurin realized that her own helplessness had left Seona on the brink of being violated, and the tears would not stop. She had cried herself hoarse; every scrap of strength had drained away, and the light had gone out of her eyes. Her face was twisted with such raw agony that it looked as if she might bite through her tongue and end it all at any second.
She might have forced herself on him in a frenzy, might have used drugs to make him suffer, yet she had still been the lover he had been with for so long. Resentment was not entirely absent, but the word love-hate fit perfectly—he liked her just as fiercely at the same time—so Seona could not abandon her.
He could not leave her like this. He pulled her into his arms and whispered against her ear.
"As long as we're still alive... we might find a way back someday."
"..."
Yurin fell silent. Hearing the genuine feeling in the voice of the man she had always tormented so gleefully seemed to loosen the knot of dread in her chest, if only a little.
"Trust me. I'm your husband. Remember that you were my first woman..."
The tears that had been sliding down her cheeks finally stopped, as if those words had given her something solid to hold onto.
"Then... kiss me..."
She asked for it while wondering how long it had been since Seona had kissed her first.
"Mm..."
Seona pressed his mouth to hers. Their tongues explored each other, trading saliva for a long while before Yurin broke the kiss.
"Thank you... Seona..."
She said it because the comfort he had offered had actually reached her.
"For now, let's just rest a little..."
"Okay..."
They laced their fingers tightly together and drifted off just like that, waiting for the succubus to return the next day.
Succubus Miel approached the wealthier merchants and nobles inside the territory with an offer: top-grade human male seed for sale. She advertised it not as bottled semen but as "seed you can milk yourself," and by the end of her pitch she had gathered a handful of sponsors.
In the Demon Realm, where males were scarce, seed capable of producing children was bought and sold as a matter of course, and the males themselves fetched ruinous prices. Yet selling sex with a living male in this fashion was almost unheard of. Human males broke so easily that it was far more efficient—and far more profitable in the long run—to hire specialists who knew how to extract the seed without destroying the source. Opening a brothel stocked with expensive human males was simply unthinkable. Even high nobles hesitated over the purchase of a single ordinary male; treating one like a disposable toy was nearly impossible.
That did not stop the truly rich from occasional excesses. A great noble might bring retainers and have a male used to death for pure luxury, or throw a runaway slave into the slums as an example so the poor could gang-rape him until he died. Such things happened, but only rarely, and only among the wealthiest.
Miel, however, knew exactly how sturdy the male she had brought was. An Awakened male. Across the entire Demon Realm there were probably fewer than a hundred. Add that face on top of it and she had struck pure luck. Looks fit for a noble's sex slave, and durable besides. Not merely top-grade—supreme-grade.
Afraid someone might snatch him, she had shown him to neither her sisters nor her mother. To keep the secret absolute she had locked him in a private chamber only she knew about. Even the sponsors she was bringing now had been bound by contract to absolute silence.
Miel led her sponsors toward that secret room where her prize waited.
The succubus entered the room where Yurin and Seona were imprisoned, several monsters trailing behind her. Minotaur, orc, werewolf—fourth- or fifth-generation specimens with relatively decent looks.
The moment Yurin saw the minotaur and the werewolf among them, raw intimidation crushed her. The minotaur stood a full two and a half meters tall; the werewolf looked almost human except for the wolf ears and tail. Both were high-rank monsters classified A-rank or above. Their reputation for chewing through flesh and bone alike was known not only to Hunters and Awakened but to ordinary people as well.
"What should I call you, anyway? Ah, right—calling you a slave feels a little off, so I'll go with Seed-spreader. A slave can at least be put to work. All you're good for is lying there and pumping out seed, so the name fits. Titles matter, you know."
She spoke as if Seona were not even a living creature, merely an object, and casually rewrote his name for him.
"Still no answer? Should I just kill the bitch behind you after all?"
The cold look on the succubus's face made Seona answer at once.
"No—I understand. I am a Seed-spreader."
She still looked unsatisfied and sneered.
"Your neck still looks pretty stiff to me."
In the end Seona dropped naked onto all fours, pressed his forehead to the floor, and repeated it.
"I am a Seed-spreader. Please use me however you like, Succubus-nim."
Yurin ground her teeth so hard the sound filled the room; a raw, furious noise tore from her throat. Only now did she seem to grasp that Seona was actually going to be violated.
"No! Seona! Please... Succubus-nim, I was wrong. I'll take his place—please spare Seona. Please... please..."
She sobbed and begged, throwing every scrap of pride away. The succubus only looked annoyed by the noise, walked over, and forced a gag into Yurin's mouth with a low, ugly smile.
"I've been thinking since yesterday—you're really loud. What if the other demons cool off while they're fucking him and quit? Trying to ruin my business?"
With the gag in place only muffled "mmph!" sounds escaped Yurin.
The succubus turned back to her sponsors, voice suddenly polite and commercial.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. From now on you'll be able to savor him at your leisure."
Then the tone dropped to ice as she ordered the Seed-spreader—not Seona.
"Hey, Seed-spreader. Lie back."
Seona lay down in the exact position Yurin had always used when she took him. The muffled cries from Yurin's gag grew louder. Clank. Clank. The cuffs binding her wrists jerked frantically; blood began to run freely down her hands from the force of the struggle.
Seeing that Seona's cock was not yet hard, the succubus let a thick strand of saliva drip from her lips into his open mouth. If he refused, Yurin would pay for it. Seona swallowed the liquid forced into him.
"Ah—! Aaaagh! Aaaah!"
Less than ten seconds later his cock swelled to full, painful erection. The effect was stronger than any aphrodisiac or stimulant Yurin had ever forced on him. The agony wrenched a scream from his throat, yet he did not thrash or roll away. The moment he struggled, Yurin would suffer worse. He locked his own arms around his shuddering body and endured.
"Looks like he's ready. Please enjoy him at your own pace."
She spoke like a waiter announcing that the meal was served, addressing the minotaur who had paid the most and therefore earned first taste.
"Biggest male I've ever seen. Calling him supreme-grade wouldn't be an exaggeration."
With that the minotaur sank down, swallowing Seona's cock from tip to root in one heavy motion. The sudden crushing pressure stole Seona's breath; his lungs locked for a moment in pure shock. The other monsters grinned with low, filthy chuckles at the sight.
The minotaur began to rock slowly, top to bottom. He knew his own strength; if he lost control and used the male too hard, the merchandise would be ruined. Yet every time that swollen cock kissed the mouth of his womb the restraint frayed a little more. His hips began to move faster of their own accord. He could not stop the accelerating rhythm.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaah!"
What tore from Seona's mouth was no moan—it was a raw scream. Blood mixed with the tears pouring down Yurin's face; her expression became the most terrifying thing a human face could become as she thrashed harder. The cuffs around Seona's wrists were already slick and red; the flesh of her own wrists was shredded. She kept fighting even if it meant tearing her hands off, desperate only to reach him.
Seona's screams continued without pause. The minotaur felt the cock clenched inside him begin to pulse and spurt; he ground his hips down hard and twisted side to side, determined to milk every last drop. Seona's body convulsed wildly through the orgasm.
"Ghk... ghk..."
His eyes had rolled white; he could no longer form words, only those choking, dying sounds. For a full three minutes the orgasm dragged on until thick ropes of semen overflowed the minotaur's cunt and soaked the floor.
What the succubus had sold was a single climax's worth of use. Even so the minotaur looked thoroughly satisfied as he rose, seed still dripping from him, and returned to the waiting sponsors. Once back in place he stared at the ruined male with the regret of someone who had been allowed only one bite of a delicious meal rather than any real remorse for the damage.
They had agreed on one climax per sponsor precisely because overuse risked destroying a human male. After that single violent round the Seed-spreader's lower body looked like pulp—skin and muscle both burst open. The deep hollows in the flesh made it clear the bones underneath had shattered as well. No one expected him to take the next customer.
Then it happened.
The Seed-spreader closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again a warm current gathered and his lower body began to knit itself back together. The succubus recognized the power at once. She had heard her mother mention it in passing—one of the rarest abilities among Earth's Awakened: healing.
She had known he was Awakened, but she had thought he was merely a little tougher than average.
To think he was an Awakened with healing abilities...
Not merely sturdy—repairable. Not a consumable at all, but something closer to a permanent treasure that could be used forever. The other monsters seemed to notice as well, yet the secrecy clauses of their contracts would keep their mouths shut. Miel was profoundly glad she had bound them with magic beforehand.
This was no longer supreme-grade merchandise. This was a treasure of the Demon Realm itself. The secret had to be absolute. It was not merely a matter of her mother or sisters stealing him; if the high nobles or the royal family learned of it they would move heaven and earth to claim him.
Even after the healing, Seona still gasped in short, panicked breaths—the mental damage remained. Perhaps because she now knew the "merchandise" could be fixed no matter its condition, the succubus spoke to the next sponsor without pause.
"Looks like he's recovered enough. Go ahead and use him."
Before Seona could even catch his breath the next one climbed on top of him. What followed was not sex but pure, merciless violence. Yurin kept thrashing against her bonds the entire time. By the moment the final sponsor finished milking the last of Seona's seed, Yurin's strength gave out completely; she slumped unconscious, her face streaked with bloody tears and mottled red.
Every sponsor took their turn, then left the room together. They were so satisfied they even asked about booking a return visit. Miel had sold the Seed-spreader's body and walked away with a fortune. A small regret flickered—if she had known about the healing she could have sold more rounds—but the knowledge that she could increase the number of uses or attract even more sponsors next time left her in high spirits. The haul dwarfed the sixteen orc soldiers she had lost to that woman.
Joy was not the only heat in her body. Watching the Seed-spreader get used had left her thoroughly aroused as well. She had prepared one clever little scheme to make certain he would keep obeying her words.
She removed the gag from the unconscious Yurin, who still wept blood, and lightly slapped her cheeks until the woman's eyes opened. Yurin stared ahead with vacant, unfocused pupils, half her mind gone.
Then Miel ordered the Seed-spreader.
"Hey, Seed-spreader. Get up."
Seona's body had been healed again and again, yet after the endless violation his eyes were just as empty, his mind frayed. Still he forced himself to move, clinging to the need to protect Yurin. When he finally managed to sit up, the succubus continued.
"From now on this is your daily work. And once the work is finished, you'll have to satisfy me too."
After everything he had already endured, the demand left him with no strength left to move. Even sitting upright had cost every scrap of will he still possessed.
"You don't have to, of course. But if you refuse, I won't give either of you any food. 'He who does not work shall not eat'—I hear that's a saying from Earth."
Sex in exchange for rations. Before, there had been no choice. This time she made it sound as if the decision were his, as if service would earn them food.
"Ha... I'll do it..."
His voice was thin and drained after the gang-rape.
"Then come here and suck. I'll give you food equal to how well you satisfy me. Do a half-assed job and you starve."
Seona had no choice. He dragged himself forward on unsteady legs and dropped to his knees in front of her. Behind him Yurin, consciousness returning, screamed.
"Ah... no, Seona! I can go hungry! Please stop! Don't! Don't do it! No! No! Aaaaah... please..."
Her voice was ruined, raw from screaming, yet she still begged. Seona ignored her and began to service the succubus with meticulous care—exactly the way he had once done for Yurin. He rolled his tongue over the little bud, pushed it into the hole and withdrew, then held a mouthful of the slick fluids she leaked, opened his lips to show her, and swallowed right in front of her eyes.
Yurin tried to thrash again, but her body had no strength left. That technique had been something he had learned for her alone—something only she was supposed to receive. Watching him give it to the succubus filled her with a betrayal so sharp that even tears refused to come. She glared at him with dry, empty eyes, certain he had sold her out for a scrap of food.
After more than thirty minutes of service the succubus finally said enough. She smiled in pure satisfaction and stroked Seona's head several times.
"Ah, that really felt good. Your handiwork?"
She looked at Yurin with a filthy little grin. Yurin kept her mouth shut. Any answer would only invite more mockery; silence was safer.
When no reply came, the succubus beamed.
"Thanks. I used him so. very. well."
She spaced the last words out, each one a deliberate sneer. Yurin felt her mind fray at the edges.
"Looks like time's up for today. I'll bring food and a wet cloth so you can clean up."
Even with Yurin's defiant glare fixed on her, the succubus left the room as if victory were already hers, promising payment for the body Seona had sold. When she returned, the "food" she pressed into Seona's hand was half a piece of bread.
"That's... too little."
The price of selling his body was half a loaf. The injustice burned in Yurin's gut. If he had betrayed her, the least the succubus could do was let him eat his fill.
"It was satisfying, sure, but not as satisfying as I'd hoped. Maybe if you put that cock in yourself and stirred it around for me..."
She was already telling him that next time he would have to fuck her properly.
"Th-that..."
Seona hesitated, the demand feeling like a line he could not cross. The succubus only shrugged.
"I said if you want to do it yourself, go ahead. I'm not forcing you."
The words were force in everything but name.
"I'll leave after I watch you eat."
She clearly wanted to see him put the payment for his own body into his mouth; the ugly hunger showed plainly on her face.
But Seona took the bread, walked to Yurin, tore off small pieces, and began feeding them to her one by one. Yurin tried to spit them out, yet the tear-streaked look on Seona's face made it impossible. He had sold himself and was giving the only reward to her. Tears spilled from Yurin's eyes again. He had not betrayed her—he had sold his body for her sake. The tangled rush of feeling broke her completely; she sobbed, and the bread stuck in her throat only muffled the sound.
Watching them, the succubus felt something unnameable twist inside her chest—something like envy of the woman, something like shock at the devotion of the human male.