June 7, 2026

Succubi Chapter 202. Sandwiched

I ran my hand over the smooth curve, my fingers dipping between her legs, feeling the slick heat of her arousal.

"Look at you," I murmured, my voice low and husky. "So wet for me."

Sera moved.

She slid around me, positioning herself over my aching length. As she did, Lilith shifted with an equally deliberate purpose, straddling my face. Her scent, an intoxicating arousal and sweet vanilla, filled my senses as she lowered herself toward my waiting lips.

I felt the cool, smooth grip of one of Sera's tentacles wrap around my wrist, not to restrain, but to connect, while another curled teasingly around my thigh, its touch a constant, maddening prelude.

"Threesome~" Sera sang.

Then Sera sank down, taking me inside her in one slow, inexorable movement.

A guttural groan was torn from my throat, the sound muffled against Lilith's folds as Sera's impossibly tight, wet heat enveloped me completely. It was a staggering sensation, a perfect, overwhelming fullness.

My hands found purchase on Lilith's hips, my fingers digging into her soft skin.

I struggled to ground myself against the twin waves of pleasure. Sera began to move, a slow, rolling rhythm that had her tentacles tightening around my limbs in response, their grip pulsing gently with every rise and fall of her body.

I leaned up and tasted her slickness, a delicate, heady flavor that was uniquely hers, and began a slow exploration.

I traced the shape of her, circled her sensitive bud, and then flattened my tongue to lap at her with broad, firm strokes. Her breath hitched, a soft, sharp gasp above me, and her fingers tangled in my hair, holding me to her.

The world narrowed to this sensation.

The taste of Lilith on my tongue, the feel of Sera's slick walls gripping my cock, and the insistent, cool pressure of Sera's tentacles coiling around my arms and legs, binding us all together in a single, writhing entity of pure bliss.

Sera's pace quickened, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. The wet slap of skin against skin mixed with Lilith's soft moans and my own muffled sounds of pleasure.

A third tentacle, slender and exploratory, snaked up my chest, its tip tracing circles around my nipple. A jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure shot through me, and I bucked my hips upward, driving myself even deeper into Sera's welcoming heat.

"Evan," she whimpered, her voice a strained whisper. "Ah... so good..."

Her words were my undoing.

I redoubled my efforts on Lilith, my tongue delving into her core, my lips sucking on her clit. I could feel her trembling, her inner muscles fluttering, her whole body tensing in anticipation of her release.

While me? Oh I was completely out of my mind. My entire world had shrunk to the bed, to the two women who were using me for their pleasure, and in turn, giving me more pleasure than I had ever thought possible.

Then, one of Sera's tentacles, the one that had been teasing my chest, moved lower.

I froze.

It was a tentative touch, a soft, questioning pressure against my skin. A silent question. A plea for permission.

My body… my body screamed yes.

Because it was Sera.

It was her.

And in this moment, I trusted her. I wanted her to have this part of me too.

I relaxed my muscles, a subtle shift that she immediately understood.

Her tentacle, slick with her own arousal, wrapped on my balls and sucked them.

I cried out, the sound a raw, guttural moan that was swallowed by Lilith's wet folds.

"That's it, Evan," Lilith whispered above me, her voice a husky purr. "Let go. Let us have you."

And I did.

I surrendered completely.

My hips bucked, meeting Sera's every thrust, my body moving in a primal, instinctual rhythm. I was no longer in control. I was just a vessel for their pleasure.

Lilith came first.

Her orgasm was a violent, beautiful thing. Her body convulsed, her inner walls clamping down on my tongue as she flooded my mouth with her essence. She cried out my name, her fingers tightening in my hair, her whole body shaking with the force of her release.

I lapped at her, drinking her in, my own body trembling on the brink of my own climax.

Then, Sera's tentacle curled.

That was all it took.

My orgasm ripped through me. I roared, a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, my body arching off the bed, my back bowing at a painful angle.

I could see my system notification. But the problem was... I couldn't think straight.

My seed spurted from me, hot and thick, filling Sera's depths, marking her as mine from the inside out. She milked me for all I was worth, her inner walls clenching and unclenching around me, her tentacles tightening their hold, her body a perfect, tight sheath for my release.

The room was silent now, save for the sound of our ragged breaths, the frantic beating of our hearts.

I lay there, my body boneless, my mind a blissful blank. I could feel Lilith's head on my chest, her hair a soft curtain against my skin. I could feel Sera's body curled up against my back, her tentacles still wrapped around me, a cool, comforting embrace.

I was sandwiched between them, trapped in a web of warmth and softness, and I had never felt more content, more at peace.