She turned her face back, and the moonlight painted a shadow—the silhouette of his erect cock falling across her features like a dark eclipse, showing just how massive he was compared to her delicate mouth and throat.

She didn't hesitate. She lunged.

But not gently. Not with the tentative exploration of a virgin. No—this was predatory. Hungry.

She started from the very bottom. Her tongue—impossibly long, wet, and skilled—dragged slowly from the base of his heavy balls, up the sensitive perineum, swirling around each testicle with deliberate pressure.

"Urgh..." Viktor grunted, the sound torn from his throat involuntarily.

She sucked his left ball into her mouth, humming against the sensitive skin, creating vibrations that traveled up his shaft. Then the right. Her eyes never left his face, studying every micro-expression, cataloging what made him twitch.

She was mocking him. Taunting him. Showing him she could swallow him whole if she wanted.

Then she moved up, dragging her tongue along the thick underside of his shaft.

Schlorp.

She took the head into her mouth with zero preamble. But this wasn't a simple blowjob.

She created a vacuum seal, cheeks hollowing instantly while her tongue wrapped around the sensitive frenulum in a corkscrew motion no human woman would naturally know.

The sensation was electric. Overwhelming.

"Hhh..." Viktor's hand shot to her hair, fingers tangling roughly in the strands.

The succubus took that as explicit permission. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each stroke.

GLUCK-GLUCK-GLUCK.

She bypassed her gag reflex entirely—because she didn't have one. Her throat opened like a well-trained whore's, relaxing to accommodate his impossible girth while keeping her lips tight as a vice. She sucked with a rhythm that somehow matched his accelerating heartbeat.

She wasn't pleasuring him. She was priming him. Setting the trap.

'Yes,' she thought gleefully. 'Get hard. Get desperate. Lose yourself in this. The more aroused you become, the more potent your seed, the more delicious your life energy will taste when I drain every last drop from your soul.'

She brought her hands out from behind her back—blatantly disobeying now, but knowing he wouldn't stop her.

One hand went to her own breast, squeezing the bound flesh possessively, pinching her nipple through the thin fabric.

The other slid between her thighs, rubbing her swollen clit through the soaked cotton of her panties.

She looked up at him while she did it. Masturbating shamelessly while deepthroating his cock.

It was psychological warfare. She knew exactly how men's minds worked.

'Look at me,' her eyes screamed silently. 'Look what a whore I am for you. Look how your cock makes me so wet I have to touch myself. Doesn't it drive you wild? Doesn't it make you want to forget everything—your plans, your caution, your control—and just ruin me? Breed me? Fill me until I'm overflowing?'

She swirled her tongue around his head with practiced skill, tightening her lips until they formed a perfect seal.

"Mmph... glkk... slurp... schlop..."

The wet, obscene sounds filled the night. Drool leaked from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin in thick strings.

Viktor looked down. The sight was objectively, undeniably hot—Elara, the proud merchant princess, on her knees in the dirt, makeup smeared, drool everywhere, fingers frantically rubbing her own desperate pussy while she throat-fucked herself on his cock like a woman possessed.

Which, he reminded himself coldly, she literally was.

"Woah..." he breathed, his grip tightening in her hair, pulling slightly rougher.

The succubus felt his fingers tighten. Heard his breathing hitch and quicken.

'He's falling for it,' she thought triumphantly. 'He's losing control. Just a little more and I'll have him.'

She pulled off with a loud POP, a thick string of saliva connecting her swollen bottom lip to his weeping slit.

"Is it good?" she gasped, voice breathless and raw. Her eyes were crazed with pink-tinted lust. "Does my throat feel better than those other bitches? I bet none of them know how to milk a cock like I do. I bet you've never felt anything like this."

Viktor stared down at her. He didn't answer. His face remained unreadable.

Instead, he grabbed her arm and hauled her roughly to her feet.

"Turn around," he commanded, voice flat. "Bend over. Lift that ass high."

The succubus' smirk widened into something feral. 'Perfect. Entry from the rear. Defenseless position. Primal and raw. He thinks he's taking charge, asserting dominance, but he's just positioning himself for the slaughter.'

She turned with exaggerated slowness, making a show of it. She bent at the waist, grabbing her own ankles.

But she didn't just bend—she presented. She arched her spine so severely it cracked audibly, sticking her ass up obscenely high in the air, putting her wet, cloth-covered pussy on full display.

"Like this?" she taunted, looking back at him over her shoulder with those glowing pink eyes. "Is this high enough for you, Master? Can you find the hole, or do I need to guide that monster in with my hand?"

Viktor stepped up behind her, his shadow falling across her exposed body.

He didn't bother removing her panties. Instead, he grabbed the white cotton waistband and yanked it brutally to the side. The fabric bit into her hip, exposing her pussy lips. They were obscenely swollen, puffy, and absolutely drenched—her inner thighs glistening with arousal.

His hand came down hard on her ass cheek, groping roughly, fingers digging in hard enough to leave purple bruises.

Smack.

The succubus shivered, biting her lip. She was ready. Prepared. Confident.

'Come on,' she urged silently, wiggling her ass back against him. 'Stop teasing. Stick it in. Ram that thick cock inside and cum. The moment you release, the second your seed touches my womb, I'll latch onto your soul and drink you dry. You'll die with a smile on your face, stupid man.'

Viktor gripped his cock with his free hand. It was rock-hard, veins throbbing visibly, the head angry and purple. He rubbed the broad tip against her wet slit, coating himself in her slick juices, teasing her entrance.

"Mmm... yes..." she moaned, pushing back desperately. "Put it in already... break me... ruin me... I need it..."

He lined himself up. The tip pressed firmly against her tight entrance, which clenched instinctively.

The succubus braced herself, preparing her spiritual pathways to absorb his energy the moment he came. She felt his hips tense, muscles coiling.

'Finally,' she thought. 'Finally, I—'

Viktor leaned down suddenly, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. His next words were spoken in a voice utterly devoid of lust—calm, cold, and surgical in their precision.

"By the way," he whispered. "Are you a succubus?"

Time stopped.

Elara's body froze completely. The Entity froze.

For one crystalline moment, the pink glow in her eyes wavered, flickering like a dying flame. Horror—pure, absolute horror—flooded through the Entity's consciousness as it realized the truth.

He knew. He had known the entire time. Every moment, every touch, every second of this encounter—he'd been aware. He hadn't been falling for the trap.

He'd been setting his own.

"Wha—"

SLAM.

Viktor didn't wait for an answer. He thrust his hips forward with explosive, brutal force.

His cock—thick, hard, and utterly unforgiving—didn't slide in gently. It hammered into her virgin entrance like a battering ram.

RIIIIP.

He drove four full inches inside in a single, violent thrust.

Elara's tight, untouched pussy was forced open. The hymen—the physical barrier that the succubus had completely forgotten existed—shattered under the savage assault.

The pain was immediate. Sharp. Absolute. Blinding.

The Entity, which was caught off guard, felt a backlash due to being caught off guard.

'N-NO—NNNOOO!'

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