hey guys I made the small extra chapter according to the poll. Lyra and her chapter hehe.
Anyways this chapter is Mature for sure so if you don't like this stuff just carry on.
I'll try and post the regular chapter today but not sure. I have a road trip to drive and its looong.
Oh and btw, if you want me to continue making this at a similar level of maturity just post it in the comments.
For example: gore, language, adult scenes, etc :D
WARNING: MATURE!
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Work as usual is satisfying to say the least. I’m on my 100th victim and riding him like a bike. For a succubus we drown in the pleasure of satisfying the lust of humans. The emotions our victims feel are multiplied and added to our own.
Similar to how to victim of a vampire would feel like he/she would think it’s the best orgasm they ever had. Except for it’s the other way around. At first it might feel like the human is feeling on top of the world, maybe that’s not the best simile to use here. Like they are on top of the demon that will suck their life force out. Also that’s not the only thing that’s going to be sucked if you know what I mean.
Anyways while he’s plundering me without end and unaware of the consequences I am totally not listening to the cries of pain after 36 hours on end. My mind is elsewhere.
Where you might ask? The competition that started 1 year ago, announced in hell by our demon lord that sends us whores to deliver punishment regularly to humans.
----1 year ago----
“ALL RIGHT YOU SLOPPY SKANKS AND BONER BANGERS, THE DEMON EMPIRE HAS SENT ME ORDERS TO OBSERVE WHO DOES THEIR MOST HUMAN HUMPING IN THE NEXT YEAR!”
That’s our boss the demon lord Kaelius. Or you could call him a Hell Pimp of some sorts. A loud pimp for sure. He gathered all of the succubae servants in his stone mansion to tell us about a competition that would decide our fate.
“DEPENDING ON THE AMOUNT OF HUMAN VERMIN YOU DRAIN EACH MONTH YOU WILL BE AWARDED WITH ‘SLUT OF THE MONTH’. BY THE END OF THE YEAR WHOEVER FUCKED LIKE RABBITS AND GOT THE ‘SLUT OF THE MONTH’ AWARD THE MOST TIMES WILL GET TO BE SUMMONED TO THE ONLY HELL’S COLLECTOR THAT WILL BE BORN AT THE END OF THE YEAR! NOW ALL OF YOU NEED TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE AND SPREAD YOUR LEGS LIKE WINGS AND FLY TO THE PECKERS OF THOSE HUMAN INSECTS!”
Then the ‘megaphone-pimp’ left the room after giving each of us our assigned humans. Mine are all either filthy con-men or married and corrupt nobles. Each sheet has their name and face. They all look like they have small jon-jon’s too. Oh well, I’m used to it.
Exiting the mildly-hot mansion and back into the infernal desert, I see a couple of my co-workers trading ‘notes’ with each other in a passionate way. Obviously they don’t care about being summoned by the first Collector the world has seen. Rather, they look like they would want to collect fluids instead.
Sort of disgusted but wet at the same time I make my way to the portal in the courtyard-if you can even call it that. The portal is what separates Hell from the mortal plane and there are many of these. Each demon lord is assigned with one of these when they get promoted along with a mansion too.
The reason why there are no Incubus (male succubus) participating in the competition is simple really. The incubus are few compared to the succubus and also have more freedom to do as they wish since they hold more power than the succubus. This is how it has always been.
Exiting the portal on the other side I look over my papers, fake background and identity before I head off to start my cock-crusade.
----1 year later----
Finished with my 100th victim who looks like a dried and shriveled tomato I go to the bathroom and take a bath to freshen up. Since he was a noble he could afford such a luxury. Watering down my body and masterbat—cleaning myself is the best part when I’m done with each job. It helps because I imagine what my new master will do to me when I get summoned.
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Damn, I’m wet again and covered in liquids definitely not water. Time to take another bath.
Over the past year I have 11 awards out of 12 for the ‘Slut of the Month’. It’s the last day of the competition and I’m so pumped to be able to pump the new master that will summon me! Ah! I need to stop thinking about it or I might get carried away right now. Ugh, too late. Dammit!
Anyways I finally made it out of the mansion clean and ready after many attempts. I was in too much of a rush to care about whether or not the maids of that guy’s house saw his pruned dead body or not. Doesn’t matter anyway. He was a bastard that raped anything with ovaries.
Drawing the magic circle and enchanting it with my new filled pool of mana that is surging through me-now that I have just finished off a fresh victim it helps boost power- I enter the portal and make my way up the steps and through the front door. Just in time, too. Everyone is gathered and talking about the last human life the plucked and sizes and all that, but I totally tune them out because I’m too excited. Then Kaelius strolls in high and mighty inspecting all of us before his gaze sets on me. I swear I saw a flicker of pride on his face, before it turned back into demon-drill-sergeant-mode. Maybe it’s just me though.
“ALRIGHT ALL YOU TITTY TOSSING COCK GOBBLERS, THE END OF THE YEAR HAS FINALLY COME AND WE HAVE THE COMPETITION RESULTS. COME ON UP, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! CONGRATU-FUCKIN-LATIONS!”
He gives me a halfhearted clap while my co-workers give me an applause and shout some comments that stimulate my nether region. The moment I’ve been waiting for! Take that bitches!
Walking up to Kaelius he gives me a pat on the back that would break a humans bones for sure. Then he suddenly moves to the side and shoves me over a magic circle that engulfs me in fire. In the next instant I am standing outside in front of a young male who seems to be about 17-18 years old with black hair and brown eyes. He’s obviously staring at my rack, but that’s usually what happens every time someone sees me. Well he does have one thing in common, we are both well-endowed just by looking. Don’t ask me how I know, it’s just a sex sens-uh, sixth sense I have acquired over the years.
While speaking with him it seems like this could be fun. He has that innocent look about him. Although after fighting with him I can see that the innocent part is just his outside appearance. He’s cunning on the inside and will most likely throw all morals out the window to get something done. I think I can use this since he still won’t let me screw him. Even though he salivates every time I give him some cleavage action. I’m going to make sure Master and I have some fun someday.
That time when we were talking to the pudgy pedophile looking priest in his cabin I realized that I have grown attached to him. When he vanished after opening the scrolls it was like my heart was sliced in half. Even though I know that what people call ‘Players’ can leave and come back, this felt different. So after he appeared again I kind of lost it and almost ripped his clothes off and raped him. But I decided not to push it that far. I might later on though, fufufu.
However when that vampire bitch came along I could already see him look like he was about to jump on her and taste the elven delicacy. It infuriated me when he looked at her in that manner. She’s just a bloodsucking flat-chested wench. That’s when I decided I would kidnap Master with some rope and do naughty acts. Until queen-suck-shmuck rescued him and I became a meal for the monsters in the woods more times than I can remember…
It’s rather odd that I have come to like Master in a way that defies my natural instincts of a succubus like wanting to drain him until he dies. I guess I’ll just have to bid my time until Master ‘conquers my towers’ fufufufu.