Chapter 171: Relay Race (Part 1)
Just as Haruto sent Tsukino to the peak for the third time, the bedroom door was gently pushed open. Touko, her eyes glistening with moisture, stared intently at the entangled pair.
The air in the room was thick with the scent of their passion, a heavy, sweet aroma that made Touko's head spin with need. Every fiber of her being was drawn to the sight of Haruto's powerful form moving over Tsukino.
Struggling to restrain her instincts, she asked, "Haruto, it's been an hour. May I come in?"
Watching the nearly dazed Tsukino, Haruto slowly withdrew his thick, massive dragon.
A strand of translucent connection glistened between his glistening tip and her thoroughly bloomed flower, a lewd testament to their recent union. He turned his head, a predatory grin spreading across his face as his gaze fell upon the trembling succubus in the doorway.
"Come on, since you've been so obedient, I'll give you a surprise later."
For a Succubus, there was no dragon she couldn't swallow. The dragon that had grown along with Haruto's breakthrough in strength was the greatest surprise for her.
The mere promise in his words sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through her core, her inner muscles clenching around nothing, already aching to be filled.
On the other hand, Haruto also wanted to fully unleash himself after such a long time.
"Ah... yah..."
The moment the dragon entered Touko's pussy, the Succubus let out an incredulous gasp and a soft moan.
Her back arched violently off the bed, a sharp, blissful cry tearing from her throat as she was impaled in one smooth, devastating stroke. The feeling of being stretched to her absolute limit was a divine agony she had been craving for hours.
"Wow, it's so hot inside... As expected of a Succubus... You took it all in so easily..."
Haruto didn't need to hold back with Touko at all, fully displaying his undefeated spear technique.
He set a brutal, punishing rhythm from the very start, each thrust a deliberate assault on her most sensitive spots. The sound of their bodies meeting was a wet, rhythmic slap that echoed in the room.
The thick, rigid dragon continuously rotated and rubbed inside Touko's moist, tight floral path.
"Mmm... mmm... ohhh... mmm..."
Every time it touched the sensitive soft flesh at her core, it would stir up an intense wave of pleasure. Touko couldn't help but sway her plump, round hips back and forth, matching Haruto's thrusting rhythm as she moaned softly and moved to meet him.
A vivid blush spread across the Succubus's enchanting face. Under this most direct stimulation, Touko's Succubus instincts were completely aroused.
Her claws dug into the sheets, tearing the fabric as her primal nature took over. A low, guttural growl rumbled in her chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated lust.
She closed her eyes and let out soft moans, her sleek black hair flowing, her delicate, pretty face turning pink.
Her excited, slender body squirmed incessantly under Haruto's heavy pressure, yet her floral lips tightly enveloped the fiery dragon thrusting rapidly inside her.
In the midst of their intense battle, her tender pussy became somewhat swollen and red, transparent fluids smearing all over the young woman's fair, blushing valley.
The Succubus's floral lips, engorged with blood, bloomed bright red like a flower. The spot where her core was located was constantly ground by the dragon's head, causing the fluids inside to continuously surge outward.
"Ah... so good... Faster... faster... ah?!"
Touko felt as if Haruto was like a pillar of fire, blazing fiercely inside her, burning her until she moaned incessantly, spring tides rising, scorching away all the itching and leaving only pure pleasure behind.
The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, a searing, white-hot ecstasy that short-circuited her thoughts and left her as nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure.
The Succubus twitched and moaned uncontrollably, while Haruto constantly changed the way he thrust his dragon. Sometimes he moved rapidly, other times he plunged in fully, pressing his lower abdomen against the girl's fair, tender hips.
He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his hot breath ghosting over her ear as he whispered filthy praises that made her shudder and clench around him.
The dragon rotated and prodded inside Touko's floral path, stimulating her intensely.
Occasionally, he would withdraw until only a small portion remained, then used just the thick head to poke and tease the muscles around the girl's floral bud.
"Ohhh... No... no... mmm.. I can't take it... I can't take it anymore... oh... gah...!"
Haruto's movements made the thirsty Succubus convulse in waves, the copious flow of honey thoroughly drenching the dragon and the surrounding dark thicket.
"Please... I beg you... quickly... cum inside... I can't... I'm going to... be killed by you... I... really... can't... anymore... ah... ah..."
Touko's pale body trembled with Haruto's impacts. She gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, her brows furrowed, her expression unclear whether it was pleasure or pain, her firm, smooth breasts bouncing violently.
The succubus's face was flushed crimson, her eyes tightly shut. Her prominent red areolas had darkened to a deep shade, and her small grape-like buds stood erect. She trembled as she pleaded, though her words sounded more like moans of pleasure than actual begging.
"Haruto... give it to me... I want your cum... Life is meaningless without it... If you still want more... I'll have Kanna take over later... She already agreed... Master... please fill me up..."
Driven by her succubus instincts, her female body's needs, and enhanced by their dual cultivation, Touko could no longer live without Haruto and his massive dragon. She revealed words she had kept buried in her heart for so long.
Hearing her desperate, honest confession only fueled Haruto's dominance, a surge of possessive pride making him drive into her even deeper, as if to brand her from the inside out.
Haruto was intoxicated by the succubus's warm, wet, and tight passage. While the dual cultivation effects might be average, purely in terms of pleasure, succubi were truly in a class of their own.
His hard dragon plunged deeper into her with each thrust. Perhaps it was a man's innate nature—every time he faced such a wanton woman, Haruto felt an intense desire to conquer and break her. He wanted to make Touko completely collapse under his assault.
"Schlick... schlick... schlick... schlick..."
Haruto held Touko's fragrant shoulders as his dragon drove even more fiercely into her. The sound of his lower abdomen slapping against her buttocks drowned out the succubus's panting and moans.
"Touko... relax, I'm going to open your palace... Get ready!"
Haruto quickened his thrusts. The egg-sized dragon head had already stretched open her palace entrance. A bulge appeared on the succubus's smooth, flat lower abdomen, growing increasingly pronounced until the outline of the massive dragon became visible.
"Ah... ah... you... your cock is... too... too big... I... can't... take it... anymore... but... it feels so good... Kanna... save me..."
Touko stretched her pale, delicate bare feet taut, rubbing them against Haruto's back and the bedsheet with each lustful moan.
"Don't worry, since she's not leaving, she'll get her turn later... Heh heh..." Haruto paused, took a few deep breaths, and resumed his thrusting.
Kanna, eavesdropping by the door, felt her heart race. Though already burning with desire, she obediently waited for the two to finish their battle.
She pressed her thighs together tightly, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she listened to Touko's unraveling. Her own entrance was soaked, her panties clinging to her slick folds, and she knew she was ready for him.
After what felt like an eternity, Haruto finally ended his thrusts and slowly withdrew his mucus-covered dragon from Touko's flower valley. A soft 'pop' sounded as the dragon head exited her palace.
A thick, pearlescent stream of his release immediately followed, trickling out from her well-used entrance despite her efforts to keep it inside.
Immediately, the succubus strained to contract her cervical opening, preventing the essence from spilling out.
Touko fell into a semi-conscious state again, collapsing limply onto the bed as she gasped for breath. Her long, pale hands occasionally stroked her rounded lower abdomen, a satisfied and blissful smile gracing her face.
"So much cum... such potent life energy... Indeed, only yours can satisfy me, Haruto..."
"You got your pleasure, but I haven't had mine yet..."
Haruto slapped Touko's soft, springy buttock, glanced at the still-recovering succubus, and called out, "Akizono, come in. It's your turn now."
His voice was a low, commanding rumble that brooked no disobedience, his gaze fixed on the door where he knew the other succubus was waiting, ripe for the taking.
Kanna immediately pushed the door open. Her already scant clothing fell away in an instant, revealing her voluptuous figure—more like that of a mature woman than a high school student—completely naked before Haruto's eyes.
Her breasts, heavy and full with nipples already pebbled tight, jiggled with the sudden movement. She made no attempt to cover herself, her own desire overriding any lingering shyness.
"Come here, get on all fours, arch your back and spread your legs."
Haruto reached out and touched the delicate flower valley, finding it already slick with moisture, and issued his command decisively.
His fingers slid easily through her slick folds, a clear testament to how aroused she was just from watching. He coated his fingers in her nectar, holding her gaze as he brought them to his lips.
Kanna felt her face burn with embarrassment. She had always been the one to take the initiative; this was the first time she had been dominated. But as she gazed upon the terrifying, thick dragon of a member before her, she found herself unconsciously obeying Haruto's words.
She stood on the floor, leaning forward with her hands on the bed, arching her rounded hips high toward Haruto, exposing the damp petals between her legs.
"Straighten your legs and arch your back higher!"
Haruto snatched Touko's panties from the bed, wiped his raging dragon with them, and tossed them aside.
The fabric, already stained with Touko's fluids, was now streaked with his own, a lewd trophy discarded without a second thought.
Kanna obediently placed her hands on her knees, straightening her lower body firmly, her shapely legs planted firmly on the ground.
The new position presented her most intimate parts to him without a shred of modesty, her glistening pink flesh openly on display, begging for attention.
"Hmm... Now spread your cheeks apart. Let me have a good look at that beautiful rear."
On a whim, Haruto decided to tease the overly mature Succubus.
He traced a finger down the crease of her ass, making her jolt, before stopping just short of her other, tighter entrance, a silent promise of what could come.
"Ah... No... Don't... This is too embarrassing!"
Hearing Haruto's amused tone, Kanna flushed crimson with shame. This was, after all, her first time meeting him.
They hadn't even introduced themselves properly; she only knew of him through Touko.
"As a Succubus, what is there to be shy about? Spread your cheeks yourself."
Haruto barked, his mind set on tormenting this alluring Succubus to satisfy his own desires.
Though Kanna resisted inwardly, Haruto's fierce words struck her like a whip, carrying an irresistible force.
With trembling hands, she reached back and used both hands to pull the firm globes of her ass apart, fully exposing her tiny, puckered starfish and the dripping slit below it to his merciless gaze.
Haruto slapped Kanna's pert buttocks firmly. "Not bad, Kanna. Your rear is surprisingly well-shaped. Truly worthy of a Succubus who drains men dry..."
The slap left a faint red handprint on her pale skin, a mark of his ownership. He leaned in close, his hot, hard length pressing against her thigh.
"Fuck me..."
Kanna was no masochist; in fact, she had a dominant personality. Her face flushed red as if she had suffered the most humiliating insult, and she instinctively resisted.
But even as she protested, her hips pushed back against him, her body betraying her true desires, begging for the violation her mind claimed to reject.