Rykard decided to follow the ‘orders’ and began stripping. A spark of interest in the succubus’ eyes swiftly dimmed as he did, and only scarcely returned when he revealed his toned physique. Getting out of every st scrap of cloth, Rykard stood in front of her, his nearly erect cock throbbing with desire for the sex demon.

  The pn was simple: reveal that he was not under her control and y down the w. Law, in this case, meaning his cock across her gorgeous features. He took a single step up to her, when one of her eyebrows shot up. A cocky smile began to spread on his features and was swiftly repced when the succubus saw through his ruse and executed the most dastardly countermeasure known to women.

  She grabbed him by the balls and squeezed - hard.

  Rykard let out the kind of groan he had forgotten someone like him could even produce. The sound was not nearly as terrible as the all-encompassing pain that accompanied the unacceptably rough handling of his crown jewels. Gorgeous woman or not, he had to retaliate with a swiftly flicked spell, forcing her to pull her hand back.

  The arcane projectile blew the cushion it hit open and Rykard stumbled back three steps, to put a good amount of distance between his manhood and those terrible cws. “You know,” he pressed out, pausing for a moment to retain control over himself, “there’s… things you do not do to a man - ever.”

  “Coming from a man attempting to viote me,” the succubus responded drily, pushing herself off the cushions. The image of her tits swaying only worsened the pain, blood continuing to rush downstairs. Quivering thighs and ass cheeks of pure jiggle added to the torture. Then, finally, Rykard had woven together the Restoration spell to make sure his chance for additional progeny remained strong.

  Taking a relieved breath, the sovereign straightened up. Standing, the succubus was about half a head shorter than him. Her tail, unusually long for one of her kind, y in a zy circle around her feet. Stretching, like a cat trying to lead its prey into a fall sense of security, the succubus manifested a pair of leathery, bck and red wings. All the while, her eyes stayed on him, glowing softly in the twilight of the magically lit room.

  “I can’t take your compints seriously when you’re smiling like that,” Rykard pointed out.

  The succubus reached up to her own face, trailing the shape of her curved mouth with her index finger. A spark of annoyance mixed in with her enjoyment. “What would you know about a dy’s feelings, mortal curr?” she asked, then unched herself at him before he could formute an answer.

  Demonically extended nails cut through the air, sharper than the thorns of a rose. A painful collision, albeit a distant second to what Rykard had already endured, had it connected. The mage stepped aside swiftly, letting the succubus catch herself against the wall. She pushed herself off, immediately retreating, prepared for a retaliation that never came.

  Staring at her, Rykard kept his posture open. The succubus took it as a challenge, assaulting him again and again with swipes of her cws. Her tail slithered around, attempting to catch his leg and force him off bance. At all times, he remained a step ahead of her.

  Had this been an exchange of blows, perhaps Rykard would have had to take an occasional hit. The succubus was fast, fast enough to keep up with him. A fact that only made her more interesting to the king. However, he remained focused entirely on defense, dodging her blows where he could and deflecting them where he could not.

  Naked, they danced through the pillows. It was the least fun thing to do in this kind of environment. The succubus hissed with increasing annoyance. Jumping forwards in a particurly intense assault, she swiped and swiped again, her nails leaving red streaks of hellish energy in their path.

  When she had just about caught up with Rykard, he kicked up one of the pillows. It took the pce of his chest, getting sliced into stuffing and ribbons. Magical force caused the cotton to explode outwards, robbing the demon of her sight for just long enough that Rykard could maneuver around her.

  Even then, he did not attack. The gritting of the demon’s teeth was audible. Her head turned rapidly, her hair fluttering, revealing both of her eyes. The left was no less beautiful than the right. No hidden colours, no hidden ugliness, just an eye hidden under stylishly aligned strands. A pair of eyes that widened, fshing with a surge of Manipution magic.

  As open as Rykard’s posture was, his mind was a closed fortress. The Charm bounced off his mental barriers without leaving a dent, causing the succubus to reel as if she had been physically spped. Growling, yet smiling once more, she stepped forwards again, resuming her furious assault.

  As constant as her attacks were, she left him with many openings to exploit. ‘Looks like she wants me to commit,’ Rykard considered. If that was the truth, it was only half of it. The one time he did test if those openings were as exploitable as they first seemed, he narrowly escaped a tail whip aimed straight at his throat. The tip of her tail left as sharp a red glow in its wake as her cws. As flexible as the spade-shape looked, magic made it as sharp as a razor.

  Continuing on with his initial strategy, Rykard prioritized defense, feigning one assault after another. When her tail was not in position, her eyes filled the gap, sending out dominating shockwave after dominating shockwave, each of them bursting against his willpower like bubbles made of gss.

  Inevitably, their game of cat and mouse left the succubus heaving. Her red skin glistened with sweat, intensifying the smell of rosewood in the small chamber. The constant attacks, both physical and magical, exhausted stamina and mana in equal measure. It came to a point where Rykard did not even have to try to get away from her anymore. The swipes of her cws were just that slow by that point.

  Realizing her impending defeat, the succubus simply plopped down on the rge pillow that she had been on when this whole exchange had begun. The room was a mess now, a complete one, with pillow stuffing all over the pce. She brushed some of the cotton and feathers off the icon of her divine mother.

  “I… yield…” she pressed out, audibly and utterly annoyed. “You may approach. I’ll allow you to talk to me. No more tricks.”

  ‘There’s one more trick,’ Rykard’s intuition told him the obvious and it only took him a moment to puzzle together what it was. One st attempt to Charm him, reinforced by the idol of the demon deity. Fundamentally a good pn, even against someone who was aware of it. That was, against someone of average willpower.

  Rykard steeled his mental defenses once more and walked forwards. The moment he crossed over an invisible threshold, the succubus’ annoyed expression twisted into an arrogant smile.

  A storm of alluring energies colpsed on Rykard’s mind. Pink and warm, it enveloped his thoughts. A bnket like a warm ocean, letting his every thought float away on it. His muscles rexed, blood rushed away from his brain, leaving him servile and suggestible. The Charm’s all-encompassing warmth turned into an open hand, ready to grip his mind in its entirety.

  The maniputive energies grasped a hardened core, which then exploded into a wave of pure will. What surface thoughts she had cimed were rapidly unshackled. Rykard’s heel hit the ground and his advance continued firmly, the st vestiges of the final spell getting bsted apart by the might of his presence.

  The succubus’ moment of satisfaction was ruined, the backsh so intense that she broke out into a fresh wave of sweat. Like all about the sex demon, even her panic and exhaustion came in a form that was seductive. The sweat stuck to her like oil, emanated the smell of rosewood and vanil, and, although Rykard had pushed back her every attempt to control him via lust, he could not help but feel that very same emotion stir inside him when he stood above her.

  There was much in her eyes. Shattered arrogance and pride, from her schemes and power undone. A devious wish to take control of him still, even as he stood above her. Above all of those, a half-lidded gaze that was seductive without the need of any magic and lustful in its expression, no matter how much her pride may have been wounded.

  ‘Or perhaps because of it,’ Rykard thought, beholding the virgin succubus. When was the st time a man had resisted her advances? Had there ever been one?

  “Does my torturer have a name?” the succubus asked, her voice once again soft and purring. Her words were accompanied by a sudden touch of the side of his thigh. She traced the soft shadows of his definition, while staring up at him. Her red lips were softly parted, her recovering breaths audible and steady.

  “Rykard,” he introduced himself. “Does the gorgeous demon I found in my new nd have a name?”

  The question caused her half-closed eyes to widen for a moment. As a summoned inhabitant of this temple, she would have shared their ignorance as little as Helenn did. “You’re the contestant…” she mumbled, then smiled, “I suppose it makes sense. Who else would beat me…?” She paused for a moment, then cooed, “I am Hey.”

  “Hey,” Rykard tasted the name, then nodded to himself. “I advise you to not do what you did earlier.”

  “As long as you do not attempt wha-”

  That was as far as Hey got, before Rykard grabbed her by a horn. Intense conflict wrestled in her eyes, one that did not resolve. Pulled towards his crotch, elevated to the perfect height by the pillow she knelt on, she simply flinched when the weight of his almost fully erect cock fell on her features.

  They both groaned. Her skin did not just look as if it was oiled, it felt like it too. Laying across the left side of her face, his manhood glided over her slippery smooth skin, from the firmness of her horn, over the side of her nose, to the soft point of her chin. Her nostrils fred, as she inhaled deeply. Her eyes widened in shock. Her hands clenched into fists.

  “Enjoy this honour,” she hissed. “Yours is the first cock to touch me.”

  “If I have anything to say about it, it will be the st too,” Rykard hummed, keeping her right horn in his grasp. It really was perfect to manhandle her. The smooth surface was pleasant to hold onto and the soft curve meant slipping off wasn’t that easy. All the while, the fact that they were fused to her skull meant that they could take quite a bit of physical strain.

  If succubi weren’t meant to be dominated, then why were they so delectably formed for domination?

  More importantly, if she did not enjoy getting treated like this, why was her breathing accelerating?

  Hey’s widened eyes rexed, bit by bit, until she was back to a half-lidded gaze. She breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth. Gradually, she put herself in a trance. Whether she even realized or not, Rykard had no idea.

  “So you really are a virgin, huh?” he asked her.

  The question pulled her a bit out of her deep rexation. Not enough to let her get angry with the way he let his cock glide back and forth on her face, but enough to introduce some contempt into her voice. “Men fall to my feet wherever I go and there’s nothing more disgusting than servile men.”

  “I am not a servile man.” He pulled her up a little more, forcing her lips to come into contact with the crown jewels she had mistreated earlier.

  “No… you’re… you’re not…” she mumbled, pride melting into swooning. Dark red lips brushed over the containers of his progeny, then gently kissed and sucked. “I apologize, Rykard,” she whispered between caresses. “That was… uncalled for.”

  Her sudden agreeableness was a rather direct confirmation of all that Rykard had assumed about her. “You’ll have to do a little more to gain my forgiveness,” he urged her on. Her red gaze flickered up to him. For a split second, he thought he had overstepped. Then she obediently cast her eyes down again.

  Long and dextrous, the tongue of the succubus extended from her lips. Gently, it wrapped around his sack, massaging him between coils that dripped with slippery saliva.

  “That’s a good girl,” Rykard complimented her. A shiver went through her that could have been just as much angry as it could have been ecstatic. Considering how far he had come, Rykard was going to assume the tter. “I accept your apology… but that doesn’t mean you have to stop.”

  He released her horn. Her tongue slowly slithered back into her mouth. It seemed she had elected to stop, despite his generous offer.

  But she stayed right there.

  She even nuzzled against his now fully hard cock.

  Hot breaths, interrupted by the occasional gulp, brushed against his shaft and now drenched balls. The struggle continued to show in Hey’s eyes. “Anything else you want to know, Rykard?” she asked, eager to say anything.

  “How long ago were you summoned to Halyfa?”

  “A few… hmmm…” The succubus stopped just two words in. Her barely extended tongue glided over the underside of his shaft. “Tastes… oh… hm…?” The heat radiating from her face intensified suddenly and her shade of red intensified. “A few months ago!” she decred loudly. “These priests had… attempted… attempted…” she gave his cock another lick. “They hahd attehmpted toh…” Her tongue coiled around the base of his manhood and stayed there, slurring her words as she tasted him. “...toh shummohn oneh of ush for yearsh. Mothah Lusht deshided to obligeh and shen me. Shohmething about… abouth… hmmmmm,”

  Hey’s tongue coiled twice more around his cock. Slightly, she distanced herself from his crotch, only to allow the purplish pink muscle to stroke his length. She giggled with returning pride, when her actions caused precum to ooze all over her features. When she gred upwards, she did so with confidence.

  Rykard returned her gaze with all the dominance he could muster. “You serve well,” he told her in three, evenly voiced words what she was doing. He would not allow her the illusion that she was taking any sort of control, just because she was the one making him feel good.

  The shattering of the notion made Hey’s tongue stop for a split second, then redouble in speed. “Of course I doh,” she tried to salvage as much of her pride as she could. It was adorable.

  “Something about…?” Rykard tried to lead her back to where she had left off.

  It took ten whole seconds of her staring at his cock, for her to even register he had said something. “Hm?” she made a ditzy sound, adding an extra coil to her tongue job. Another five seconds ter, it finally clicked. “Sh-shomething abouht noht beihng outdone by tshat sheathing shortshtack suhb slut.”

  “So you were sent here in response to Helenn,” Rykard hummed and grinned. “I came here for one but I will take two.”

  “Whaht do you- Ah!” Hey moaned, when he grabbed her by the horn again and repositioned her so the sensitive spot below the gns id on the bend of her tongue, where the seemingly endlessly stretching muscle left the confines of her lips.

  “Be a good girl and just keep stroking. I’ll keep talking. You’ll nod when I am right and shake your head when I am wrong. Understood?” She nodded, adding a fifth and final coil to the grip her tongue had on his manhood.

  Rykard took a moment to just enjoy the sight. The fleshy spiral slipped back and forth, massaging the entire length of his cock. Her enormous breasts rose and fell, quivered and swayed with each uncertain shiver that went through her hourgss form. Thick thighs were fttened into dispys of sinful flesh by her kneeling position and, standing above her, Rykard could even see the roundness of her fat ass. The twin mounds wiggled whenever she tasted a fresh drop of his precum.

  “You were summoned here, the newest chapter in your life of finding disappointment after disappointment in the men all over the worlds.” A nod. “You arrived and the local priests were immediately struck by your Charm.” She shook her head, after a moment of hesitation. “You did not even have to use your magic.” A nod. Rykard rolled his eyes. “Pathetic. They fawned over you as if you were the Mother of Lust herself.” A nod. “You were disgusted beyond belief, like you always, rightfully, were by tail-waggers.” A nod. “When you felt generous, you let them masturbate in your presence.” She shook her head, Rykard ughed. “Really, they just did it to your thought and smell?” Hey shrugged, she did not know this. Why would she ask them? “You used them, waiting until you were anchored in this world.” A nod. “Then, before you could decide what to do with them, I summoned the Hexagon.” Another nod. “Finally, when the rebellion came, you told them to fight valiantly to prove they had at least half a dusty ball left.” An enthusiastic nod. “And they actually did a suicide charge. Wow.”

  Rykard ughed, not caring whatsoever about the loss of life. That was exactly the kind of pathetic man that his new realm could not make use of. His amusement ended in a pleased grunt. Her tongue job was getting progressively better. Her succubus instincts were awakening ever so gradually. “Ish it good?”

  “Who allowed you to ask questions?” Rykard reprimanded her and she shrunk down a little. Her tongue moved even after in apology, contracting and extending with each stroke. “You want me to cum all over your face?” The question caught her off-guard. She shook her head. “You want me to cum in your mouth?” Again, hesitance, then a shaken head. “You want me to choose?” Swiftly, she shook her head. “Be - honest,” Rykard growled and tugged on her horn, only to remind her who was in control.

  Her eyes were entirely dull with lust after he did that.

  She nodded.

  “Good girl,” Rykard complimented her again and this time those two words clearly had the intended effect. The submissive succubus gasped, her tail wagged, her tongue kept pumping. “Your face,” he decided, as the pleasure mounted.

  A disappointed whimper accompanied her obedience. The angle changed subtly, her face now more below than in front of the tip of his throbbing erection. That she had given him the choice despite having a favourite only made her more enticing.

  Thoughts like that were pushed to the back, when his first load of the day finally surged from his tightening balls. The initial spurt was a release of pure delight, wiping out Rykard’s sense of bance for a split second. He caught himself before it was too te. His sight remained confused and blurry for a few more moments, then that too returned.

  The bliss continued to tingle in his shaft, although swiftly diminishing. In its pce stepped satisfaction, fuelled by the aftermath of the orgasm and the sight before him. Ropes of white seed were settled across her crimson features and partly soaked into her bck-red hair. The pressure of her tongue intensified, milking the st few drops from his shaft. They almost dripped into her mouth, but Rykard prevented it by pulling her closer.

  “Drinking my cum is for honest girls in my harem,” he told her. “Are you one of those?”

  “N-no?” Hey sounded genuinely confused, as if she should answer with yes, but couldn’t in good conscience.

  “Exactly,” Rykard confirmed and let her go. Even after he had stepped away from her, the succubus obediently kept her tongue inside her mouth. The one true meal of her kind was pstered all over her face. She trembled, she breathed heavily, she was trying her hardest to obey and she did it. ‘One way or another, she loves this.’