May 30, 2026

Succubi Chapter 201. Make Me Feel Good

"Make me feel good, Evan~" she demanded, her voice a low purr.

And who was I to deny her?

I reached up, my hands cupping her breasts, my thumbs brushing against her hard, pebbled nipples. She moaned, a soft, breathy sound that went straight to my groin.

I sat up, my face buried in the valley between her breasts, my tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path up to her neck. I could taste the salt of her skin, the faint hint of vanilla from her perfume.

I found her pulse point, the delicate skin beating a frantic rhythm against my lips. I bit down, a hard, possessive bite that made her cry out, her body arching against mine.

I claimed her mouth then, a desperate, hungry kiss that was a clash of teeth and tongues. I devoured her, my hands roaming her body, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, pulling her closer, deeper.

I could feel Sera's tentacles wrapping around us, their cool, smooth skin. They were a living, breathing thing, a third participant in our dance, their touch a constant, teasing presence.

Lilith shifted, her legs wrapping around my waist, her hips grinding against mine. I could feel her slick heat against my stomach, a desperate, silent plea for more.

I broke the kiss, my lips trailing a path of fire down her body. I took her nipple into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, my teeth grazing it with just enough pressure to make her gasp.

"Evan... Ahn... Yes... Right there," she panted, her hands fisting in my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp.

I moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, my other hand sliding down her body, my fingers dipping between her legs, finding her slick, swollen folds. I parted her, my thumb brushing against her clit, rubbing it in tight, little circles.

Her body bucked against me, her hips rising to meet my every touch. She was so close, so responsive, her body a finely tuned instrument that I was learning to play.

I wanted to make her sing.

I slipped two fingers inside her, my thumb still working her clit. I could feel her inner walls clenching around me, a clear sign she was close to the edge.

I curled my fingers upwards, searching for that spot, that magical place inside her that would make her see stars.

I found it.

"Evan~!" she cried out, her body arching, her back bowing at a painful angle.

I didn't let up. I continued my assault, my fingers stroking her from the inside, my thumb relentlessly teasing her clit. I could feel her control fracturing, her composure shattering into a million pieces. Her legs trembled, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.

"Evan... I... I'm... AH~!"

Her orgasm crashed over her. I held her through it, my fingers buried deep inside her, my body a steady, reassuring presence.

As she came down from her high, I looked up at her, at her flushed face, her kiss-swollen lips, her eyes dark with satisfaction. I withdrew my fingers, bringing them to my lips, licking her juices clean, a slow, deliberate act of possession.

Her eyes widened, a dark, hungry gleam in their depths.

"My turn," she growled.

She pushed me back onto the bed, her body straddling my hips, her hands pinning my wrists above my head. She looked down at me, her hair a curtain around her face, her eyes burning with an intensity that made my breath catch.

She leaned down, her lips claiming mine in a bruising kiss, her tongue delving into my mouth, tasting herself on my tongue.

She then moved down, her lips trailing a path of fire down my jaw, my throat, my chest, her teeth grazing my skin with just enough pressure to make me gasp.

She continued her journey south, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of wet, hot kisses on my stomach. She paused, her breath ghosting over my aching cock.

"Look at you," she murmured, her voice a low purr. "So hard. So ready for me."

She wrapped her hand around the base, her thumb brushing against the sensitive underside. "All for me."

She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick a slow, deliberate circle around the head.

I groaned, my head falling back, my hands fisting at my sides. She took me into her mouth then, her lips stretched wide around my girth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside.

She took me deep, her throat relaxing to accommodate my length. I could feel the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat, and the sensation was exquisite. She bobbed her head, her movements a perfect rhythm of suction and release, her hands coming up to cup my balls, her fingers gently massaging them.

I threaded my fingers through her hair, my grip tightening, holding her in place. I began to thrust, my hips moving in a slow, controlled rhythm, fucking her mouth. She took it all, her eyes watering slightly, but she never once broke her gaze, her eyes locked on mine, a challenge, a dare.

"That's it," I growled, my voice strained. "Take it. Take all of me."

She moaned around my length, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. I could feel myself getting harder, thicker, the pressure building at the base of my spine. I was close, so close, but I wasn't ready to finish yet. Not here. Not like this.

With a force of will I didn't know I possessed, I pulled back, my cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop. She looked up at me, her lips red and swollen, her chest heaving, a small, disappointed pout on her face.

"Evan..." she whined.

"I told you," I said, my voice a low growl. "It's my turn."

I grabbed her by the waist, flipping her over onto her hands and knees. I pulled her up, her ass high in the air, a perfect, round offering.