Chapter 173: Budding Signs
"Mmm... mmm..."
The bewitched succubus sisters locked lips once more.
A soft, wet, smacking sound filled the air as their tongues danced together in a lewd, practiced rhythm. Their bodies, already slick with a sheen of sweat, pressed closer, breasts flattening against each other as they lost themselves in the taste of each other's desire.
Watching the intensely lewd scene of the succubus sisters passionately kissing, Haruto felt the dragon buried within Touko's flower valley swell even larger.
He could feel every minute quiver of her inner walls, the way they fluttered and clenched around him in response to the sight, as if trying to milk him dry right then and there.
The young Haruto mercilessly ravaged the smooth, soft walls of her flower palace deep within the tender, tight honeyed valley.
Each powerful, deep stroke was a claim of ownership, a piston-like motion that left no part of her untouched. The sound of their bodies meeting, a sharp, wet slap of skin on skin, punctuated the room's symphony of moans.
Even Kanna at the bottom could feel the aftershocks of Haruto's thrusts, her delicate body trembling violently along with their movements.
Every jolt that rocked her sister's frame traveled directly into her own, a constant, vibrating reminder of the massive member currently splitting Touko open. A fresh trickle of her own arousal leaked out, dampening the sheets beneath her.
Simultaneously pleasuring two succubi filled Haruto with excitement and stimulation. Though he didn't know if they were biological sisters, it ultimately didn't matter.
The taboo of it all, the sheer debauchery of having two such exquisite, supernatural beings at his mercy, sent a primal thrill coursing through his veins. He was the master of this lustful domain.
Under the intense lovemaking, the deeply hidden desires and lust of the succubi uncontrollably surfaced. The small bedroom continuously echoed with soul-melting moans of passion.
"More, please, more!" Touko's cries were joined by Kanna's softer, needier whimpers, creating a chorus that was music to Haruto's ears. The air grew thick and heavy, saturated with the musky scent of sex and supernatural perfume.
Finally, amidst violent tremors, Touko's flower heart tightly clenched Haruto's dragon head. With a sharp cry of "Ah—", she reached climax once more.
Her back arched off the bed, a silent scream caught in her throat as her inner walls convulsed in a series of violent, milking spasms, drenching his shaft in a fresh wave of her hot, sticky nectar.
"Touko, can you still take more?" Haruto thrust his dragon forcefully several times, implying something more.
He punctuated his question with a deep, grinding roll of his hips, making sure she could feel every thick, veiny inch of him buried to the hilt within her trembling core.
"Mmm... ah... ah..."
Her sensitive flower valley, still recovering from orgasm, was repeatedly penetrated by the massive member, forcing Touko to emit seductive whimpers.
Each movement was overstimulation, a delicious torture that sent sparks of lightning through her oversensitive nerves. She was melting around him, her body becoming little more than a vessel for his pleasure.
Straining to arch her back, she tossed her head several times, causing her long, glossy black hair to cascade over her chest and back. "Don't worry... if it won't fit below... I can use my mouth above."
Her eyes, dark with lust and a sheen of unshed tears, met his with a promise of complete and utter devotion. She would take him in any way he desired, in any hole he chose to fill.
A succubus's essence absorption differed from Haruto's dual cultivation ability. The essence stored in her stomach could be slowly digested, but in this case, it would merely become simple sustenance for the succubus, losing all other properties.
It was a wasteful, almost mundane use of such potent life energy, but in her current state of desperate hunger, Touko didn't care. She needed to taste him, to feel him down her throat.
As Touko sat up, the raging young Haruto slipped out from her flower valley, only to immediately enter another warm world.
The sudden change from the tight, wet heat of her cunt to the slick, constricting warmth of her mouth was jarringly exquisite. A string of her own juices, glistening and pearlescent, connected his glistening cock to her well-used lower lips for a moment before snapping.
Under the succubus's incredibly agile fragrant tongue, Haruto experienced a different sensation. Though not as tight as the flower path, with sufficient skill, the pleasure from her mouth could sometimes surpass it.
Her tongue was a miracle of motion, swirling around the broad head, licking a stripe along the sensitive underside, and pressing against the thick vein that throbbed with his pounding heartbeat.
The thick dragon plunged repeatedly deep into Touko's soft throat, causing occasional bulges to appear along her smooth, pale neck.
He could see the outline of his own cock distorting the elegant line of her throat, a lewd, moving shape that showcased just how deeply she was taking him. Her gag reflex was a forgotten memory, her body remolding itself to accommodate his girth.
After several dozen thrusts, Haruto could no longer restrain himself. Pressing down on Touko's beautiful head, he buried his fully grown dragon completely down her throat.
His fingers tangled in her silken hair, holding her firmly in place as he hit the very back of her throat, his balls slapping against her chin. He was claiming her, branding her from the inside out.
Even for a succubus, such deep throating by something so thick and long caused Touko's lovely eyes to roll back.
A single, blissful tear escaped the corner of her eye, tracing a path down her flushed cheek. Her body went limp with a submissive shudder, her own pleasure peaking simply from the act of being used so completely.
When the thick, scorching essence began to erupt, the poor succubus lady completely lost control. Her entire body convulsed in suffocation, her flower valley quivering as it released a stream of transparent honeyed liquid—experiencing a particularly intense climax under these circumstances.
Rope after rope of his hot, thick cum flooded her stomach, each powerful spurt triggering another violent tremor through her frame. Her muffled cries of ecstasy vibrated around his shaft, milking him for every last drop.
Only after half a minute did Haruto reluctantly withdraw his now softened dragon from Touko's throat.
It slid out with a soft, wet pop, glistening with a mixture of her saliva and his seed. Touko collapsed forward, coughing weakly, a trail of white still trickling from her swollen, reddened lips.
After swirling it around in her slightly parted mouth to clean all remaining essence, the dragon had already stood tall once more.
She licked him clean with a tired but devoted reverence, her tongue ensuring not a single drop was wasted, and as she did, she felt the incredible organ stir and harden once again against her cheek, ready for its next conquest.
After being delayed by the two succubi, Tsukino finally regained some stamina—of course, the dual cultivation ability played an undeniable role in this.
Color had returned to her cheeks, and a new, confident glow of arousal had replaced her earlier exhaustion. She watched the scene with heavy-lidded eyes, biting her lip in anticipation.
Haruto caught his breath and gazed at the pure, beautiful girl whose delicate face was flushed pink.
"Tsukino, would you like to join?"
His voice was a low, husky growl, thick with promise and barely restrained power. It was less a question and more a command that set her very soul on fire.
Tsukino softly acknowledged, then proactively crawled in front of Haruto.
There was a new grace to her movements, a seductive sway that belied her innocent appearance. She was offering herself to him, a pure sacrifice on the altar of their shared pleasure.
The girl turned around, pressing her slightly swollen, slick jade gate firmly against young Haruto. Her resilient, pale jade buttocks slowly rotated as the tight, narrow petals tightly enveloped the thick dragon shaft, swallowing it inch by inch.
He watched, mesmerized, as her pristine, pink entrance stretched to accommodate his girth, swallowing him whole until their bodies met with a soft, final press of skin against skin.
To avoid tearing the girl's body, Haruto immediately shrank the dragon by two sizes, reverting to the dimensions that had previously brought Tsukino the most comfort.
The sensation of his cock magically adjusting its size within her made her gasp, a perfect, custom-fit fullness that stretched her just to the edge of pain and pleasure.
With the pure beauty facing away from him, Haruto found it convenient to proceed.
The view was spectacular. Her slender back, the delicate curve of her spine, and the perfect, pale orbs of her ass framed his thick shaft as it plunged in and out of her glistening, pink flesh.
He supported her continuously lifting snow-white rounded hips with both hands, vigorously thrusting into the tender honeyed passage while firmly kneading the soft, pale flesh of her buttocks.
His fingers dug into the soft, yielding flesh of her hips, sure to leave faint bruises, marks of his possession. Each thrust was a deliberate, powerful surge that made her entire body jolt forward.
The innocent girl, experiencing carnal pleasure for the first time, reveled in the intense ecstasy brought by the dragon's wild penetration of her honeyed depths. Each time Haruto wantonly pleasured her body, her entire being trembled with excitement.
Her mind, once filled with pure thoughts, was now a vortex of raw, carnal sensation. This was what it meant to be a woman, to be filled, to be taken, to be utterly and completely fucked.
Soon, the overwhelmed Tsukino reached the peak of dual cultivation. A flood of transparent nectar gushed from the depths of her flower palace as her seductive moans suddenly intensified.
"Ah... Haruto... so good???..."
Her words dissolved into a mindless, high-pitched keen as her orgasm ripped through her, so intense it bordered on painful. Her inner walls fluttered around him like a thousand frantic butterfly wings, drenching his cock and thighs in her release.
After her climax, Tsukino rested briefly before beginning to sway her jade hips again, coiling around Haruto's thick dragon like a water snake.
Addiction had already set in. The brief respite was all she needed to crave more, to need that feeling of being utterly full and completely claimed once again.
This time, Haruto showed no mercy. His scorching dragon slid smoothly along the slick petals, its head pounding fiercely against the soft, yielding entrance of her flower palace.
The thud of his hips against her buttocks was a steady, rhythmic drumbeat of their coupling. He was no longer gentle, but a force of nature, intent on breaking her apart and remaking her in the image of his own pleasure.
Tsukino's body shuddered violently as she cried out, "Oh... so big... slow... slower..."
Her plea was a lie, and they both knew it. What she truly meant was don't you dare stop, ruin me, break me.
Young Haruto teased at the flower palace entrance several times before suddenly pulling out rapidly, grinding against the labia before thrusting back in fiercely, reaching all the way to the core.
The tease-and-denial was exquisite torture. The sudden, empty coldness followed by the brutal, full re-entry made her scream, her nails clawing at the sheets.
After several such cycles, lewd squelching sounds continuously emanated from Tsukino's lower body.
The wet, sloppy sounds of their union were unmistakable, a testament to how thoroughly her body was producing nectar for him, how completely she was aroused by his dominant treatment.
Under the dragon's powerful thrusts, Tsukino climaxed every six or seven minutes, experiencing three releases in quick succession.
Her body was no longer her own. It was simply a tool for pleasure, convulsing and clenching on its own accord, wringing out orgasm after shuddering orgasm until she was barely conscious.
Before Haruto felt ready to release, Tsukino's jade valley could barely endure further, her nectar flowing out incessantly like a broken dam...
She was spent, overstimulated, and leaking their combined fluids onto the bed. Her body had given everything it had, and now it could only tremble in oversensitive, blissful exhaustion.
However pure a maiden may appear, deep down they harbor lustful tendencies—especially these female characters in adult scenarios.
Beneath the shy smiles and blushing cheeks was a bottomless well of desire, waiting only for the right man, the right cock, to tap into it and unleash the torrent within.
Haruto didn't need sophisticated techniques; merely keeping his thick dragon still was enough to conquer the pure, lovely black-haired beauty.
His mere presence inside her, the overwhelming, stretching fullness, was the ultimate conquest. It was a physical manifestation of his dominance, and her body surrendered to it completely.
Adhering to the principle of avoiding waste, he withdrew his dragon and, while the sensation persisted, swiftly delivered it into Kanna's flower valley.
The transition was seamless. He pulled his slick, glistening cock from Tsukino's well-used pussy and in one fluid motion, plunged it into Kanna's waiting, dripping wet heat.
The eighteen-centimeter dragon instantly regained its full size upon entry. The massive head easily breached the flower palace before invading the succubus' inner sanctum.
Kanna's eyes flew wide open, a sharp, guttural cry tearing from her lips as he filled her in one swift, brutal stroke, stretching her beyond what she thought was possible.
Using Kanna without restraint, Haruto soon felt a tingling sensation running up his spine before releasing his essence in full into the succubus' petite flower palace.
He fucked her with a frantic, final pace, his balls slapping against her ass, his grunts joining her cries. He was planting his seed deep within her, marking her as his territory.
Pinned beneath Haruto on the bed and treated like a toy, Kanna shuddered violently, her jade hands clutching the sheets while her slender legs straightened stiffly, reaching her peak simultaneously.
Being used so roughly, so impersonally, sent her over the edge. Her climax was a sharp, violent seizure of her entire body, her cunt clamping down on his cock like a vise as he pumped her full of his hot cum.
With his softened dragon withdrawing from the clinging flower valley, Haruto checked the time.
A final, thick strand of their mixed fluids connected his tip to her swollen, well-fucked lips as he pulled out. The room was a wreck, the air thick and pungent, and the three women around him were spent and gloriously ruined. He was satiated, for now.
It was already past 2 PM—unconsciously, four or five hours had passed.
He briefly rinsed off in the bathroom, then ordered some delivery via phone before waiting in the living room for Tsukino and the other two to recover.
This level of physical exertion was nothing to Haruto, but Tsukino was just an ordinary girl. Even if she did nothing, just being hungry until now was probably quite uncomfortable for her.
Touko and Kanna Akizono were succubi, but their abilities weren't particularly strong. Before reaching A-rank, they still needed to consume food.
Essence could substitute for food, but essence was far more precious than ordinary sustenance.
Essence was more like an indispensable element for a succubus's body, and it could also be used to enhance their power. Unless absolutely necessary, no succubus would use essence as a substitute for food.
While waiting for the three girls to recover, Haruto didn't remain idle. He was considering how to explain the organization matters to Touko and Kanna Akizono later.
As Kasumi gradually steered the company toward stable operations, anyone who looked into it could easily discover Haruto's connections with its "employees."
Especially those women who had been intimate with Haruto but were now excluded from his circle.
Over the past few days, some opportunistic women had been subtly hinting at Haruto.
Haruto could decisively cut ties completely. Whether through hypnosis or brainwashing, given his current abilities, he could completely eliminate any potential threats.
But if he did that, those women might revert to being "sluts" again.
They might find being with others less satisfying, but they would still do it because they would have forgotten Haruto's existence.
Due to a peculiar sense of possessiveness, even though Haruto had no intention of making these women part of his harem, he didn't want them to sleep with other men either.
Especially since it would be because he himself used brainwashing and hypnosis to make them forget him.
Just thinking about it felt incredibly awkward.
Today's "chance encounter" with Touko, the succubus, gave him some ideas about how to handle the situation.
As for whether it would work...
You never know until you try.
Over an hour later, as the food delivery arrived, the three girls began taking turns entering the bathroom to clean themselves.