For a moment—one impossibly stretched heartbeat—everything in the dining room froze around me like someone had pressed pause on a world already far past the threshold of sanity. My whole body trembled, and every nerve in my body was buzzing with an electric hum that felt half like pure agony, half like the most exquisite pleasure I had ever known.
"Ahhh~" I let out a soft moan, trying to process the fact that my entire family—or whatever they were—was currently feeding off me in the middle of a destroyed dining room. It was insane. It was humiliating. It was... incredibly stimulating.
"E-Eva!... A-ahhh~ ... slow d...don't... hnnng!"
Eva's face was buried between my legs, her soft lavender hair brushing against my sensitive inner thighs, creating a ticklish sensation that was completely overwhelmed by the intense pleasure radiating from my core. Her lips formed a perfect seal around my pussy, her warm mouth creating a vacuum that drew out my fluids with insistent, rhythmic pulls that made my hips buck involuntarily against the dining chair.
Her tongue flickered and swirled with practiced expertise, sending shockwaves through my nervous system as she greedily gulped down every drop of my essence that flowed into her waiting mouth.
Meanwhile, her thumbs—deliberate and commanding—pressed against the sensitive slit, spreading me open wider than I thought possible, the dual pressure creating an ache that bordered on exquisite torture. I could feel her humming against me as she drank, the vibrations traveling straight through my brain and making my entire body arch with need as the room filled with the wet, slick sounds of her feeding and my breathless cries.
"Can't," Eva mumbled, her voice vibrating directly into me like a spell designed to destroy my sanity. "You taste too good. I'll die if I stop."
"Then die quietly," Akane murmured, licking a stray drop of milk from her lip. "I'm still savoring my meal."
"Onee-samaaa…" Liza whined breathlessly around my nipple, "Don't hog her… she's for all of us…"
"Greedy little succubus," Akane Onee-sama teased, her lips still glistening from my milk as she pulled back slightly, giving Nala more room at my left breast. Her eyes glinted with amusement, but there was something darker there too, a hunger that hadn't been sated yet.
"You think you're the only one who deserves a taste of our sweet Azariel?"
"I... I'm not food," I gasped out, the words barely coherent as another wave of pleasure washed over me.
"You're not food?" Akane's voice was a low, sultry purr as she leaned closer, her breath hot against my ear. "Oh, my sweet little sister, you're a feast. And we're all starving."
I tried to form a response—anything to regain some control over this spiraling madness—but Eva's relentless tongue and the four hungry mouths at my breasts made it impossible to think straight.
"F-fuck, … I can't." My voice cracked into a desperate whimper, my hands grasping at the edges of the chair for something, anything to anchor me.
"You can," Eva growled against me, biting hard on my clit, sending another jolt straight to my core. "And you will. Gimme more, Aza. I'm not done yet."
"Eva, share," Liza whined again, pulling back from my right nipple just enough to shoot her sister a pouty glare. Her lips were glossy with my milk, and her cheeks were flushed a deep pink. "You've had her down there for ages. My turn."
"No way," Eva snapped, her tail flicking possessively as she glanced up without stopping her assault. "You've got her milk. This is mine."
"Selfish." She didn't care about Eva's refusal and simply snuck between her legs, causing Eva to yelp in surprise as Liza began to fight over my dripping core.
'Holy fuck!'
Just watching them fight over my piss, or in this case, my pure mana love juices, was making me dizzy, horny as hell, and I couldn't help but to... You know, piss more in their mouths.
"Hmm... tasty," Rina moaned as she claimed my right nipple all to herself. The shy succubus simply hugged my breast like she was clinging to a life raft in a storm. Her shy little moan vibrated directly into my nipple, sending more and more pleasure.
She didn't even look at anyone else anymore—her eyes were glazed, unfocused, pupils blown wide as she suckled harder, drinking greedily like she'd been starving for days.
"R-Rina… ahhh~ slow…!"
"I can't…" she whimpered, voice muffled against my skin. "I… I l-love this… I love your milk… I'm sorry, Azariel… I can't stop…"
Oh gods.
She wasn't sorry or shy anymore. Not remotely.
On my left breast, Nala's thick cow tongue traced a slow circle, deliberately opposite Rina's rhythm, as if they were trying to milk me in perfect synchronization.
"A perfect balance," Nala purred, one hand slipping down to grip my hip. "You taste even richer now… keep producing more."
'Producing?!…'
I wasn't a dairy cow—
But gods, at this point, I felt like one.
"Ah... fuck, Liza!" Eva snapped, her head jerking up as Liza shoved her way between my thighs, her own tongue darting out to steal a taste. Eva's eyes flared with irritation, her tail lashing as she tried to push her sister back. "Get your own! This is mine!"
"Not anymore," Liza shot back with a mischievous grin, her lips already glistening as she lapped at me with eager, messy strokes. "Mmm, so good… Azi, you're dripping like a fountain down here."
"She's MY wife, glutton!!" Eva hissed, grabbing Liza by the horns and trying to yank her away.
"Your wife.... our sweet feeder," Liza countered with a wicked grin. "Learn to share, little sister."
"Like HELL!"
The two succubi clashed—fangs, tongues, desperation—as they fought directly over my dripping core.
Every bite. Every lick. Every tug.
Sent shockwaves through me like they were playing tug-of-war with my damn soul.
"A-AH—! F-FUCK—!!"
My hips bucked violently, forcing one of them deeper into me. I didn't even know which anymore. I was too far gone. Hell, I can't even tell if I was cumming or pissing anymore. All I knew was that my body couldn't stop producing that sweet, transparent fluid for them to drink.
"Ladies, ladies…" Akane Onee-sama's sudden, chillingly calm voice cut through the chaos. "Break the toy and no one plays."
"!!!" Liza and Eva froze mid-battle, looking up with wide eyes before they glanced at each other, nodding slowly in reluctant understanding.
Akane stood behind me now, arms draped over my shoulders, her massive breasts pressing warm and heavy against the back of my neck.
One elegant hand slid down my chin, tilting my head back until I was staring directly into her cool, unnervingly affectionate blue eyes.
"Poor little Azariel," she cooed, her thumb tracing my lower lip. "So overwhelmed… So loved… And yet so unsatisfied."
Holding my chin firmly, she leaned down to brush her lips against mine, sending another wave of dizzying pleasure through me before she started levitating in the air, bringing my face right between her legs.
The scent hit me first—rich, heady, like spiced honey and sin. Her elegant black dress had vanished again, leaving only smooth, pale skin and the soft, glistening folds of her pussy inches from my lips.
"Akane Onee-sama... w-what are you—" My words were cut off as she pressed herself closer, her slick folds brushing against my lips. The taste of her hit me like a shock, sweet and sharp and undeniably tempting. My tongue flicked out automatically, eager to capture the flavor as my body shuddered with need.
"Shh, sweet little sister," Akane purred, her voice a silken command as she gazed down at me, her blue eyes glowing with raw desire. "You've fed us so well… Now it's time to return the favor. Taste me. Drink me."
'How the hell am I supposed to resist?!... I fucking can't.'
So I obeyed.
My lips parted wider, almost on instinct, a desperate, silent plea for more of her, for anything that might silence the electric hum screaming in my veins. Akane Onee-sama saw the surrender in my eyes—a complete, humiliating collapse of my will—and she smiled, a slow, predatory, victorious curve of her lips that promised sweet annihilation.
"Ugh!" She didn't wait for me to lean closer. With a low, throaty groan of her own, she tensed—a tiny, powerful tremor running through her hips and then...
A dazzling, viscous ribbon of her pure essence, bright and transparent like liquid moonlight, shot out from her slick, glistening folds. It struck the back of my throat with the force of a hammer blow, forcing a violent, choking gasp from my lungs before I could even process the shock.
'I'm drinking her pis— FUCK!'
The flavor was beyond anything I had ever known. A rich, intoxicating sweetness exploded on my tongue—like honey steeped in forbidden, unrestrained desire—and it annihilated the last fragments of my self-control.
Without thinking, I reached with my hands to grab her perfect ass to pull her closer and sealed my lips against her pussy, my tongue lashing out to catch every precious drop as she emptied herself into me.
"Ahhh~ yesss... that's a good girl..." Akane's moan was a low, satisfied purr. She tangled her fingers into my hair, holding me in place as her own body trembled with release. "Deeper. Suck me like you mean it."
"And after this, I'm gonna show you the wonders of this establishment."
'Shit... I'm fucked, literally and figuratively.'