"Well hello there, Rick, I was going to think you'd forgotten about me." Kiara laid on her side, looking up at you smugly.

The Succubus was naked, the curves of her body drawn through the shadows from the moonlight, supple softness and promises of pleasure that could be truly dangerous. After that first time together, you'd kept the encounters simple, short, to the point. She was sweet poison and you knew she loathed the brief exchanges.

Diane's favour had been to spend a day without shying away from her touch.

Kiara's had been a sexually related favour. Even if she'd not specified what.

Frowning, you pushed the thought away. "Your breasts... are smaller," you noted, trying to break the ice a little, your vision moved through her body and towards the mounds on her chest.

A week ago they had been massive to a degree you'd consider bordering unhealthy. Now they were just 'very large'.

"Thanks for that," she purred, bloody red lips splitting into perfect white teeth. "I really hope your tastes are of the more reasonable degrees."

"Diane's been changing you?" You closed your eyes, rubbing the bridge of your nose. "No, wait, Succubus... they can adjust their looks to those they bonded to?"

"Glad to know the Bimbo didn't stay in the barn tonight."

"The what now?"

She just rolled her eyes, leaning back. She reached up to squeeze at her right breast, her digits sinking into the softness. "Want to give them a squeeze? I doubt I'll be keeping them at this size for more than a week or two." A softly sculpted brow arched itself. "Maybe by then you'll have managed to fuck me a couple more times?"

A slight scoff left you as you rolled your eyes and tried to ignore the jab, and you moved your hands to remove your shirt.

"Ah, I do believe tonight I can initiate, Rick," she spoke with a purr, eyes smouldering as her body floated off of the ground, standing in front of you with a slight frown as she leaned forward, her nose poking against your chest. Her eyes rose to meet yours as her hands moved to unbutton your shirt. "Do you prefer your women being taller than you?"

"Don't particularly care." Your answer came out as a sigh, feeling the warmth of her touch through your shirt. You could still remember the taste of spicy apples and her soft pliable body, welcoming in every sense... closing your eyes, you inhaled, letting it out slowly. Cinamon. "Do Succubi come with their own perfume?"

Kiara looked up at you with a smirk as the last button popped off. "You could say that." Her hands reached under your shirt, fingers spread out as the palms pressed against your chest. Very warm, it soothed you. "What do I smell like? What do I taste like?"

A chuckle left you. "Are you trying to distract me? Since when did you play nice?"

"Oh no, I'm just warming you up for the 'request'." A little smirk, her hands moving to remove the remainder of your shirt.

Quirking a brow, you kept quiet, reaching up to her light blue hair and caressing it, the roots were a slightly darker hue. So the dex wasn't exaggerating, huh, Succubi would change their appearance based on who they were bonded to. That sort of raised the question of what you 'desired' her form to be. The whole thing was supposed to be outside either partner's control.

"You proved you can avoid fucking me if you want to, no need to do a repeat performance," the Succubus intoned with a slight growl, leaning forward and kissing your shoulder, soothing fingers with a touch of simmering coals caressing their way down to the edge of your pants.

"You just happen to be fascinating from time to time." You loosened your shoulders with a little chuckle, forcing your eyes to look upon her body: the sway of her ample hips to an unheard rhythm, the slight twitches of her wings, and the flick of her tail.

The flick of her red-tipped tail.

A frown- your hand moved towards it, only for the appendage to escape out of your grasp before you could catch it. "Ah ah ah." Kiara shook her finger at you. "That's for later."

"Later?"

Coyness in her eyes followed as she tipped you back, making you stumble and fall onto the mantle. Without missing a beat, she moved to straddle your lap. "Do you know what a sex-specialist monstergirl is meant for? In a harem."

"You mean, besides the sex?"

Kiara's lips pursed a little, and quietly, her fingers moved from your shoulders down to your nipples, tweaking them. The sensation brought a little ticklish jolt through you. The shiver ran through your body as her golden eyes observed your reaction to her touch. "Try to guess," she whispered, leaning forward and kissing your neck, warm lips suckling while she trailed her way down your arm.

"You're..." You frowned a little, watching her trail of kisses follow all the way to your wrist, kissing it softly. And yet there was no tenderness in her eyes- that gaze was sharp, focused on your face as you looked back at her, arched brow. A slight scoff left you. "I'll be honest, this isn't what I expected."

"Don't prefer to be slowly built up, I take it?" Kiara's words used that measured tone. "You caught me for my feistiness, then? Here I thought you were terrified of monstergirls and you want me to struggle..."

What was her angle here?

She tapped her chin in thought. "It's not that either... hm..."

"Are you reading my mind?"

"Your emotions," she replied with a roll of her eyes. "I know you have that whole 'I submit to your power' button tucked in there somewhere, but I'm trying to find what other buttons set you off."

"Why?"

That made her pause, arching a brow. "Why not? You enjoy yourself, I get a nice meal. You don't enjoy yourself, I need to fuck the cat."

"Oh." A sigh of relief, you leaned back, laying on the mantle. "For a moment there I thought you cared or something."

"Care about... what? My food?" The Succubus tilted her head at you. "I don't feel like playing pretend-to-be-a-pet tonight since I'm initiating."

"Is it any different to eat from a human compared to a monstergirl?"

"More taste, less content," she replied. "My favourite are thresholds, humans turned monstergirls have a nice balance between the two." Her hands caressed your ribs.

A little shrug of your shoulders. "And what do I taste like?"

"Right now?" She quirked a brow. "Right now you're more scared than you were when I threatened you in New Bark. There's also this undertone of tiredness that's slightly acrid, though easily ignorable thank fuck," she huffed. "But that's more of the subtext of what you taste like, your actual flavour is somewhere between wine and chocolate, there's a bitter edge to the core of your emotions." The infernal slowly licked her lips. "It's a new taste."

The boy's meals were superb.

The thought bubbled through you; you looked at the infernal as she straddled your hips. Her brows twitched ever so slightly as she caressed your neck, leaning down. "And how do I taste for you?"

"Apple and cinnamon." Your fingers reached for her hips, grasping them as your touch sank into her supple body.

Slowly, you leaned down to kiss her shoulder, her skin supple and soft, always soft, always clean and silky smooth. The scent of spicy apples was becoming stronger while the naked monstergirl pressed her breasts against your chest. Slowly, her hands were stroking your shoulders, following your arms all the way to your wrists and drawing little shivers to her touch.

"You're not used to being the centre of attention, even in sex," she commented with that little frown to her words. Another observation, another surprise? "Did you live in a coven or something?"

"Coven?"

"Doesn't matter," she quickly diverted, moving your chin up to meet her face, her lips leaning into yours.

Her tongue pushed into your mouth, the sweet taste spreading through your mouth as Kiara sought to make herself known to every corner. You bit the fleshy appendage lightly, pulling it gently in a teasing little tug. The monstergirl cooed and pressed her glossy lips to yours harder, a light moan escaping her.

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With a gasp, she pulled back, letting you see her long tongue licking up your spittle before she grinned. "So, you enjoy kissing, just not really appreciative of being the centre of attention..." A cooing sound escaped her as she leaned back, raising her breasts for your eyes. "Maybe these could convince you?"

Wordlessly, you leaned forward, taking one of the offered nipples into your mouth. Your mouth exploded with the taste of cream. Eyes widening, you almost choked as you had to lean back and wipe the dribble of milk from your lips. The look in Kiara's face said it all. "You got some untreated Milktit milk?"

Grinning, she reached up to squeeze, showing the dribble of the fluid trickle down. "This is hot for you, but not quite one of your fun buttons huh." A little roll of her eyes followed. "Want more?"

You didn't need to be told twice. You reached for the breast with your mouth while grasping the other with your free left hand. Your right reaches for her ass and pulls her more into your lap. As you tasted the sweet cream that somehow managed to still have a hint of that cinnamon to it, your mind pulled towards the boy and the Wolf.

She was trying to figure out what 'meal' would please you. You were trying to find how you could make her enjoy her 'meal'. Which was which? Who was the Wolf? Who was the boy?

Who was in control?

"Oh no," Kiara's words came out in a slow purr. "You've made a mess of me." Taking a deep breath, you pulled back, looking at her milky skin splattered with dribbles of the cream. "How could I ever hope to be clean?"

She scooted slightly backwards, onto the mantle and off of your lap. You leaned forwards to follow, placing your lips upon the underside of her right breast, lapping up the tasty liquid. The Succubus moaned, her fingers caressing your hair and urging you downwards. Not caring much to hesitate, you obliged, your tongue lapping up the cream against her stomach, your fingers caressing her thighs and urging them to spread.

"This is the request of the night, Rick," you heard her speak, a sneer in her voice. "Go lower." A moment of hesitation and a chuckle. "What, you don't have what it takes to-ah!"

Your tongue reached into her heated sex. She was bare, not a hair in her body, much less here. That was a welcome change. The other was the taste- you expected a slight tanginess, but the Succubus' body had tasted of apples, cream, and cinnamon. Her snatch was no different. The taste was all the more intense in fact; it made what at first had been a probing test into a growing enthusiasm. Your hands clenched her hips while your elbows forced her legs apart- not that they'd go any wider. Kiara muffled her moan, biting her hand as she humped against your face. It made the task of staying on target rather complicated.

"Oh fuck, Rick, you're actually..." Whatever she was about to say came to an end the moment your hand found her tail and grasped it with your right hand.

Remembering how she'd reacted to your touch back at the gym, you gently pressed down on the spade of the fleshy tail between your digits. Careful not to yank or squeeze, you rubbed at it in small circles a gesture your tongue was imitating around her clit. The monstergirl shuddered and, after a second of tension, exploded.

You did your best not to choke on the flow of girlcum, instead focusing on keeping the rhythmic circular motion.

Kiara's hands reached for your head, pulling you almost hesitatingly against her sex. "Bite it," she whispered hoarsely between gasps. Bite... it? Your brain ran through everything you knew about sex, especially oral sex. On the list 'Bite' was pretty high up on the list of things marked red and glaringly blaring the 'NO' alarm.

A slight scowl, you hesitated. "Don't move," you growled at the Succubus.

You couldn't see her face at the other side of the mountainous breasts that stood in the way, but her body froze. Slowly, you sought your target and, gently, nibbled at it. Kiara's body shuddered. "Harder," she breathlessly sighed. You increased the pressure, causing her to tremble again. "Harder!" She cried, and you bit down with more force, finding the tender flesh yielding but impregnable. "HARDER!"

Kiara shrieked when you bit down harder. Her body convulsed and the second wave of fluids exploded. "DON'T STOP!" She roared with a shrill cry, hands grasping at your hair hard enough it was starting to hurt. You obliged, grinding the fleshy nub between your teeth and marvelling how it only seemed to drive the Succubus wilder. The moment you'd accompanied it by squeezing down on her tail, the next thing you realized was that you'd been shoved away.

The Succubus' legs had clamped shut with a 'snap' that you very suddenly and very quickly realized might have been dangerous had your head remained in place. Kiara whimpered and clenched, curling into a ball as her hands desperately worked at her loins. "Y-y-you can stop now, Rick."

Stop?

You looked down. Her tail was still between your fingers. You gingerly let go, watching the Succubus twitch and gasp as she took short gasps. "You ok?" You wondered, a hand on her thigh as you looked at Kiara's tightly closed eyes while she drew shaking breaths to recover.

Kiara's eyes snapped open- whatever emotion there was in the gaze, you couldn't readily discern. She'd leapt at you like an animal. Before you could realize what was going on you were on your back and your pants had been removed. The Succubus' tongue was inside your mouth, her arms wrapped around your neck, her breasts squished against your chest, and her tail wrapped up around your hardness.

There was no slow preparation or buildup- with a singular motion and lowering of her hips you were inside her. Hot and wet, her body squeezed you and drew a moan out of your lips. The rhythm was wild, her hips bouncing and slapping against yours with little regard for anything other than wild passion.

Barely managing to hold onto her hips, it took everything out of you to match her thrust for thrust, your own ability to breathe greatly diminished by a kiss the Succubus refused to let go. Seeing no option to regain control, you bit down on her tongue, and it only pushed her harder, her moan drowned by a mashing of lips. You groaned in turn as she drove you over the edge- a focus of heat and fire that erupted within the sex monstergirl.

Small jolts of lightning ran through you.

A gasp followed as you pulled back enough to breathe, but before you could really do anything, her hand reached up to cover your eyes. "Kiara?"

The Succubus didn't respond. Instead, you felt her tongue lapping at your face, your cheeks, your lips. The Succubus bit your chin slightly while her hips gyrated on your lap. It was a slow grind that was working slowly to heat you back up, not giving much if any rest. This time you groaned. "Kiara?"

Her lips returned to yours, and only then was the hand she'd put above your eyes removed. You could see her flushed face as her eyes remained closed, arms wrapped around your neck and locking you into the intense makeout session. Her core tightened, and your groan was half-choked by the infernal.

"Kiara." The word startled you, and you turned to see a pair of thick well-toned legs. You knew them well; your eyes trailed up the tanned expansion of skin until you saw Monica's smug face. "Sex milk?"

"Sure," the Succubus replied, taking a deep gasp and closing her eyes, leaning back, her face flushed. Her eyes looked at you, with a smouldering grin. "Rick drank his fill."

"Bite sex good," Monica nodded, leisurely laying down before reaching lower, grabbing one of Kiara's breasts and plopping it into her mouth. A soft purr was heard as she leaned her head against your chest to make herself more comfortable.

"C'mon Monica, you can't be comfortable like that."

The feline stopped, turning to face you, and gave a milky kiss. "Rick sit," she proclaimed, turning back to Kiara's nipple and returning to sucking at the infernal's tit.

You burst into laughter. You were half-heartedly being fucked by the Succubus in your lap as she breastfed the most physically powerful creature you'd met to date. Who was happily lapping up the milk, and had just chided you for trying to interrupt the meal. The laughing only became louder as Kiara turned to look at you in confusion.

Laughing turned into wheezing, and you had to cough to stop yourself, pulling yourself back to just lay on your back and attempt to stop. And fail. You ignored the strange look Kiara kept throwing your way, just giving up in trying to keep up with the whims of the feline laying on your chest.

Eyes closed, you made a brief change in status.

Maybe the Wolf had been Monica all along.

And just like that, you felt like you'd been asking yourself the wrong question all along.

It wasn't who was the boy or the Wolf? It was who was the boy and the Wolf right now.

"As soon as she's done, we're going back to my reward." Kiara's words snapped you out of the self-reverie, her eyes narrowed. "The only reason why I let her in the first place was that it takes you too long to recover."

"Is that right..."

"It's annoying is what it is." A deep huff. "It makes feeding annoying."

"I thought you could only properly feed when the others were the ones having the intense feelings and sensations." You tilted your head. "What would you call that little part at the start where you nearly crushed my head?"

Her face became marginally redder. "I'd call it a warmup," she replied with unwavering calmness to her voice.

You avoided letting the grin appear on your lips.

But you made a mental note.

You had found one of Kiara's buttons.

A meal the Wolf in succubus clothing enjoyed.

Your eyes turned towards Monica as she drank, and, slowly, your mind turned towards Diane and Raven. In what circumstances were they the Wolf? And, more importantly, what were their meals?

Whatever the answer, you were distracted when you felt Kiara's body pulse with warmth. "I thought no powers?" You held onto her hips, feeling your body responding to her aura.

"You can punish me later for letting you experience multiple orgasms," she replied, slowing the grind of her sex against you as it became a more intense sensation that was spreading through you.

"I need to be able to walk tomorrow."

"Then you better not bust your hips," came the reply, her hands caressing Monica's hair. "Isn't that right, kitty cat?"

That made your eyes widen- was she serious? "You're going to ask Monica to participate?"

Kiara laughed. "I wouldn't dare, Rick." Her hands glowed as they touched the monstergirl's shoulders. "But I won't stop her if she wants to join."

A loud purr escaped the feline, and a 'pop' like sound followed as she detached herself from Kiara's breast and turned around to look down at you. There was a wide grin on Monica's lips as she looked at you. "Rick," she proclaimed, lowering herself to kiss you, her tongue licking your lips and taking in your mouth, and her hands holding your head softly.

You returned it, one hand reaching to cup the feline's breast, causing the feline to purr as she moved to get closer. One hand caressed your head and pulled it deeper into the sloppy kiss; the other took your hand from her breast and moved it lower, caressing her body and stopping between her thighs. Your fingers obliged as they sought out her heat.

Moaning, she bucked against your digits. "Rick, sex," she stated, firmly.

Breaking from the kiss, you looked at Kiara as she bounced on your lap, smirking as she gyrated. "I'm staying put on this lap, kitty," she proclaimed with a grin.

The feline frowned. "Me sex after."

"Sure," the Succubus chuckled.

And somehow, you felt it would be a long night.