The roar of the succubus drowned out the last of Viktor's human hesitation. As her hands forced his face back into the pillowy depth of Elara's breasts, he stopped fighting.
He opened his mouth wide, latching onto a dark, engorged nipple and sucking with a primal, starving intensity that made wet, obscene sounds echo through the clearing.
Schlp. Schlp. Schlp.
"Mmm! Yes! Drink from me!" Elara moaned, her back arching as the succubus controlling her body shuddered with pleasure.
A sudden, sweet flood hit Viktor's tongue. Elara's body, accelerated by the succubus's magic, released a stream of warm, rich milk that poured into his throat in thick spurts. It was divinely sweet, a creamy contrast to the salty tang of the juices coating his face.
Viktor swallowed greedily, his throat working rhythmically. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
