Elara's eyes fluttered open slowly, fighting against the heaviness of exhausted sleep.

The first thing she felt was fullness. A strange, persistent stretching sensation between her legs.

The second thing she felt was warmth. Heavy, encompassing warmth pressing her into the mattress.

The third thing she felt was movement. A slow, rhythmic grinding that made her entire body rock gently like a boat on calm ocean waves.

She blinked, her vision adjusting to the soft morning sunlight filtering through the curtains. Dust motes danced in the golden beams, creating an almost dreamlike quality to the room.

Her gaze drifted upward to the ceiling beams, then down.

She was hugging something. Someone.

Wide, muscular shoulders. Strong back muscles that flexed with each movement. Dark hair tickling her nose.

Viktor.

He was on top of her. Inside her.

'Still.'

"Mmnh..." Elara made a soft, confused sound.

The fog of sleep was lifting, and with it came awareness. Her legs were spread wide, draped over his hips. Her arms were wrapped loosely around his back. A thin blanket covered them both, creating a warm cocoon.

And his cock—thick and hard—was buried deep inside her pussy, moving in slow, languid thrusts.

squlch sqlch... sQULCH

'How long has he been going?' she thought, her mind struggling to catch up with reality.

She tried to move her legs, to shift her hips, but—

Nothing.

Complete numbness below her waist. Not painful numbness, but the kind that came from hours—maybe all night—of relentless stimulation.

'He... he's been fucking me while I was asleep?'

The realization should have been shocking. Alarming, even.

But all Elara felt was a strange warmth in her chest and an even stranger warmth between her legs.

She tightened her arms around him instinctively, hugging him closer. His weight pressed her deeper into the mattress—heavy but not uncomfortable. Grounding. Real.

The bed beneath them was soaked. She could feel it—wet sheets clinging to her back, her thighs. The room smelled thick and pungent with the scent of sex, sweat, and something else.

Milk.

Her breasts ached, feeling lighter than they should. She glanced down between their pressed bodies and saw the evidence—white streaks dried on Viktor's chest and face. Her nipples were puffy and red, obviously well-used.

'He drank from me... while I was...'

Viktor's pace was unhurried. Not the brutal pounding of last night, but slow, deep rolls of his hips. Grinding rather than thrusting. His cock dragged against her inner walls with delicious friction.

"Hah... mmnh..." Small, breathy sounds escaped her lips unbidden.

Viktor must have felt her waken. His movements paused, and he lifted his head from where it had been resting against her shoulder.

Their eyes met.

Pink heart-shaped pupils—her new demonic eyes—locked onto his dark gaze with its faint purple undertone.

A slow, satisfied smirk spread across his face. "Good morning."

His voice was rough, gravelly from exertion and lack of sleep.

Elara blinked, her mind still processing. "How long..." she started, her voice hoarse. "How long have you been going while I was asleep?"

Viktor's smirk widened. He shifted his hips slightly, pressing deeper, making her gasp. "You were just that irresistible to me."

His hand came up to brush a strand of pink hair from her face—a surprisingly tender gesture considering he was currently balls-deep inside her.

"It's already been the fourth time since you fell asleep."

"Fourth?!" Elara's eyes widened.

She looked around the room with new perspective. The wet sheets weren't just damp—they were soaked through. The smell wasn't just strong—it was overwhelming. Every surface seemed to bear evidence of their night together.

Viktor was covered in sweat, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. Dried milk streaked his chest, neck, face. His mouth...

She could smell herself on his breath. On his skin.

'How many times did he drink from me? How many times did he...'

Even now, she could feel the phantom sensations. Being turned, positioned, penetrated again and again while her consciousness floated in some dreamlike state. Had it been her? Or the succubus taking over while she slept?

Probably both.

"You're really a pervert," Elara said flatly, though there was no real accusation in her tone. Just statement of fact. "Miss Kaida was right about you."

Viktor chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest and into hers where they pressed together. He leaned down slowly, his lips brushing hers in a soft, almost chaste kiss—completely at odds with the fact his cock was still buried inside her.

"Mmnh..."

When he pulled back, his expression had softened slightly. "You can choose pregnancy when you want," he said, his voice dropping to something more serious. "But I'd prefer if you did it after Mira and Helena give birth. That way..."

His hips rolled again, emphasizing his point with a slow, deep grind.

"...I can eat you up daily without worry."

Elara's pink eyes narrowed. She shook her head, her pink hair rustling against the pillow. "You men get bored too easily. And since you're such a pervert, I'll get pregnant now."

"Huh?"

Viktor blinked, genuinely taken aback by her declaration.

Before he could respond, a translucent notification materialized in his vision.

[PREGNANCY DETECTED]

[Target: Elara - Status: CONCEIVED]

[Estimated Gestation: 3 months]

'What?!'

Viktor's mind raced. He wanted to tell her—to explain that she was a succubus now, that she'd been riding him in her bold demonic form half the night, that her pussy had literally sucked him dry with supernatural efficiency designed specifically for conception.

But looking at her determined pink eyes, at the slight pout on her lips, at the possessive way her arms tightened around him...

This was her choice. Her decision.

And he would respect that.

Viktor sighed softly, then leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Alright," he murmured against her skin. "If that's what you want."

Elara's expression softened slightly. "Do you want to sleep?" Viktor asked, noting the exhaustion evident in every line of her body.

Elara's arms fell away from his back, dropping limply to either side. She lay there, completely surrendered—her body covered in bruises, fingerprints, hickeys. Her breasts were marked with bite impressions. Her thighs bore scratches from his nails.

She looked thoroughly used. Claimed. Marked as his.

"I can't feel anything below my waist," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "You were too rough..."

Her pink eyes drifted closed, her breathing already evening out as exhaustion pulled her back under.

Viktor watched her for a moment—this pink-haired demon merchant who'd somehow become his wife overnight.

'Why do girlfriends change so much after becoming wives?' he thought wryly.

But even as the thought crossed his mind, he couldn't help the small, genuine smile that curved his lips.

He carefully withdrew from her body, his cock sliding free with a wet sound. Cum immediately leaked from her used pussy, adding to the mess on the sheets.

Viktor grabbed a clean cloth from the bedside table and gently cleaned her—wiping away the evidence of their night together as carefully as possible without waking her.

Then he pulled the blanket up over her naked form, tucking it around her shoulders.

Elara was already asleep, her pink features peaceful, one hand resting protectively over her still-flat stomach where new life was beginning to form.

Viktor stood, stretching his sore muscles. His own body bore marks—scratch marks down his back, bite impressions on his shoulders, bruises on his hips where her thighs had gripped him.

He glanced out the window. The sun was fully up now. Morning had arrived.

'Is this what it felt to you?', He realized one thing after his night with Elara: the sudden, strange confidence to claim her as if she were some property, the demonic pride soaring within him as his ego flared after having her so easily. He realized why his prime form would have fallen.

Though sex, the power to make women moan and beg, and the ability to control others' lives had intoxicated his mind all night, he felt a strange expansion in his head as the demonic energy slowly loosened its grip.

"Sigh." Viktor ruffled his hair, feeling awkward as he pulled a towel around his waist, with his tail tying it in place.

He felt a strange realization that no matter how calm he tried to be, in the future, as he saw women like Elara, making them submit and inflating his ego, he would become what he had once cursed as a reader in those stories he read in the past world—stories where, after certain chapters, the main character becomes trash, engaging in sex throughout the book and losing his initial momentum of character development.

He too felt it last night when he was in control and authority while exposed to the demonic energy from that succubus.

'I might really loose my humanity.'

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