Viktor's vision cleared slowly, like fog dissipating in morning sun.

He was standing in water. Ankle-deep. The same endless lake he'd seen fragments of through Elara's memories during the possession.

The sky above was that same impossible blue—sourceless light illuminating everything with dreamlike clarity.

But this time, he wasn't alone.

Ahead of him, sprawled on the water's surface like it was solid ground, lay two figures.

Elara was unconscious, curled on her side, breathing shallowly. Her body looked peaceful—no marks, no blood, just sleeping.

And beside her—

Viktor's breath caught.

The succubus.

Her true form.

She was gasping, chest heaving, her body trembling and twitching like she'd just been electrocuted. Water rippled around her with each shuddering breath.

Her skin was pure black—not brown, not dark, but true obsidian black with that distinctive dusky peach undertone that made it seem to glow from within. Every curve, every line of her body was perfection. Inhumanly so.

Her breasts were full and heavy, rising and falling with her ragged breathing. The nipples were even darker than her skin, almost purple-black, and they were leaking. Thin streams of pearlescent white milk trickled down the curves of her breasts, dripping into the water below.

Her waist was impossibly narrow, flaring out to wide hips and thick thighs. Between her legs, that pink tattoo—intricate geometric patterns forming a glowing sigil—pulsed with faint light just above her pussy.

Her tail lay limp beside her, the spaded tip twitching occasionally.

Long, pointed ears swept back from her head. Her hair was silver-white, spread out in the water like a halo.

And her face—

Sharp. Angular. Beautiful in a way that shouldn't exist in nature.

'I never thought something so inhuman could be beautiful,' Viktor thought, taking a step closer.

The succubus' crimson eyes snapped open.

Her head lifted, neck straining as she looked at him with shock and fury and... confusion.

"What—" she gasped, her voice raw and breathless. "What did you DO to me?!"

Viktor stopped a few feet away, looking down at her sprawled form. He was naked here too, he realized. His cock still half-hard, his tail swishing lazily behind him.

"Nothing much," he said casually, as if they were discussing the weather. "Just made you my wife. Gave you some of my powers. Oh, and I dealt with your summoner on the way here."

The succubus' eyes went wide as dinner plates. "You—what?!"

Her hand shot down between her legs, grabbing at her pussy. It was dripping—not just wet, but gushing. Clear fluid mixed with something thicker, more viscous, leaking out of her in steady streams.

"You can't just—I didn't agree to—!"

Viktor moved. Fast.

He closed the distance before she could finish her protest, dropping to his knees in the shallow water and pulling her up into his arms.

"Wha—mmph?!"

He hugged her. Not gently—possessively. His arms wrapped around her slender back, crushing her massive breasts against his bare chest. The leaked milk smeared between their bodies, warm and slick.

Up close, she was even more stunning. Her black skin contrasted sharply against his paler tone. Her crimson eyes were wide with shock, staring at him from mere inches away.

Her dark nipples—still leaking—pressed against his pecs, the sensation sending electric tingles through his body.

"You seemed so bold," Viktor murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr, "when you were using her body. How about now? Face to face. Just you and me."

The succubus opened her mouth—probably to yell, to curse him out, to assert her dominance as a member of the Lustre bloodline—

Viktor kissed her.

Hard.

His mouth crashed against hers, swallowing whatever protest she'd been about to make. His tongue forced its way past her lips—sharp canines, forked tongue that wrapped around his—and claimed her mouth thoroughly.

"Mmph—! Nngh—!"

She struggled. Her hands came up to push at his shoulders, her tail lashing behind her.

But Viktor's own tail moved with predatory precision. It wrapped around hers mid-lash, the appendages coiling together like serpents.

Then he pulled.

Hard.

"HNGH?!"

The succubus' entire body went rigid, her back arching as Viktor yanked on her tail. The sensation was overwhelming—tails were incredibly sensitive, connected to so many nerve endings.

Her crimson eyes rolled back slightly, pupils dilating.

Viktor took advantage of her momentary paralysis, deepening the kiss. He sucked on her forked tongue, feeling it squirm and writhe against his own. He nipped at her bottom lip with his teeth. He explored every inch of her mouth with aggressive thoroughness.

French kissing a succubus in her own mental domain.

He could taste her—power, lust, centuries of experience, and underneath it all... fear.

She was afraid of him.

Good.

Finally, he pulled back just enough to break the kiss. A string of saliva connected their lips, glistening in the strange light.

They were both panting, breath mingling in the minimal space between their faces.

Viktor's dark eyes bored into her crimson ones, his expression intense and commanding.

"From now on," he said, his voice low and firm, each word brushing against her lips, "be my bitch. My exclusive succubus. I'll make sure to feed you everything you need... Lustre."

The use of her family name—spoken with such casual ownership—sent a shiver through her entire body.

The succubus wanted to yell. Wanted to shout, to assert her authority, to remind this arrogant male that she was royalty among demons and he was just—

But the words wouldn't come.

Because the moment he'd entered this space—her domain, her mental construct—all of her authority had vanished. Evaporated like morning dew.

This wasn't some random lust demon. This was something else. Something stronger.

"How..." she whispered, her voice trembling despite her attempt to sound defiant. "How are you so strong? Are you really just a lust demon?"

Viktor's lips curved into a dark, knowing smirk.

His hand moved between their pressed bodies, traveling downward. She felt his fingers trail over her stomach, past her navel, until they reached his own cock.

The succubus' gaze followed his movement, looking down between them.

His cock was fully hard now. Thick, long, veins prominent along the shaft. The head was swollen and purple, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum that dripped onto her thigh.

He gripped himself, angling his cock until the broad head pressed directly against her pussy lips. The pink tattoo above her entrance flared brighter, responding to his proximity.

"I am lust," Viktor said simply, his eyes never leaving hers.

Then he thrust up.

*PAH!*

"HIINGHH~!"

He buried himself inside her in one brutal motion, her pussy swallowing him completely despite—or perhaps because of—how impossibly tight she was.

The succubus' head lolled back, her spine arching so severely Viktor had to wrap an arm around her waist to keep her from falling backward into the water.

Her hands scrabbled at his shoulders, nails—sharp, black, like claws—digging into his skin and drawing thin lines of blood.

"Ahh—ahh—haaah—!"

Her entire body trembled violently. This wasn't like when he'd fucked her through Elara's body. That had been filtered, indirect.

This was her. Her true form. Her actual pussy wrapped around his actual cock.

The sensation was overwhelming.

"W-Why—" she gasped, her voice breaking, "why is your cock this... delicious?"

Viktor groaned, feeling her inner walls ripple and clench around him. It was unlike anything he'd experienced before.

Soft like velvet. Tight like a fist. The suction was incredible—like her pussy was actively trying to milk him, undulating in waves. And deep—impossibly deep, like her insides went on forever.

"Fuck," he grunted, his grip on her waist tightening. "If this is how good you feel... then why not be my wife properly? I promise to taste you like this regularly."

He punctuated his words with a hard thrust, his pelvis grinding against hers.

*Plap.*

"HNGH! Y-You—mmph—you can't just—ahhn!"

The succubus tried to protest, but her body was betraying her. Her pussy clenched around him greedily, her hips rolling to meet his thrusts despite her mind screaming that this was wrong.

Viktor leaned in, his lips brushing her pointed ear. "Say yes," he commanded, his voice a dark purr. "Become mine. Merge with Elara. Be my hidden wife. My secret weapon."

His tail tightened around hers, pulling again, sending shocks of pleasure-pain through her nervous system.

"I'll feed you every day," he continued, his hips establishing a slow, deep rhythm. "I'll fuck you whenever you want. You'll have a body that isn't just a vessel—you'll share it. Coexist. Live."

*Plap. Plap. Plap.*

"Or," his voice turned cold, "I can keep fucking you here until you dissipate. Your choice."

The succubus' crimson eyes widened, tears forming at the corners—not from sadness, but from overwhelming sensation.

She realized with dawning horror and twisted excitement that he meant it. He could do it. He had the power to completely dominate her in this space.

And worse—she wanted it.

Her body was singing under his touch, her pussy flooding with more liquid than she'd produced in decades. The pink tattoo above her entrance was glowing so bright it illuminated both their faces.

"I—" she started, her voice cracking. "I—ahhn!—I'll—mmph!—"

Viktor thrust particularly hard, hitting something deep inside that made her vision white out.

"YESSS!" she screamed, her head thrown back. "Yes! I'll be yours! Your wife! Your succubus! Just—hngg!—don't stop! Please don't stop!"

Viktor's smirk widened into a feral grin.

"You are just too tight," he purred, already knowing that if not for the system, he might have ejaculated at least four to five times by now. She was much tighter than any of his previous women, slippery, drawing him in a way that felt like he might simply get sucked inside her womb.

"I already told Elara, but we can be secret couples."

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