The palace halls of Eldoria buzzed with urgent whispers in the days following Thundra's departure. Reports flooded in from coastal scouts: villages empty, women vanished, shadows moving under moonlight. The succubi had struck, but the why remained a mystery. Ethan Sinclair, the Breeder whose seed had just been restored, gathered his party in the war room at dawn. Maps sprawled across the table, marked with red pins for affected settlements.
"We can't wait," Ethan said, voice steady despite the ache in his body from the previous night's marathon with his companions. "Nyxara—the daughter of darkness—is behind this. We investigate now."
Vaeloria nodded, spear in hand, her dark skin still flushed from their passion. "I'll scout ahead. My size is discreet enough in shadows."
Liraya's flames flickered in her eyes. "I'll burn any demons we find. No mercy for those who twist our sisters."
Valyndra, towering and golden, her belly rounded with Ethan's child, placed a long hand on the map. "My winds will carry us swiftly. But be wary—the succubi corrupt minds. We resist, but others may not."
They set out on swift mounts, a small elite force: Ethan, his three companions, and a dozen Eldorian warriors—women hardened by football leagues and breeding festivals, some with bellies swelling from recent encounters. The ride was hard—through misty forests and along rugged coasts, the air growing thicker with an unnatural heat.
By midday, they reached the first affected village—a quaint fishing hamlet, huts silent, lanterns cold. No signs of struggle, but the air hummed with faint moans from the shadows.
Succubi emerged—two crimson-skinned demons, wings folded, tails lashing, bodies voluptuous and naked. They laughed, eyes glowing malice.
"Surface fools," one hissed. "The daughter commands. Join or die."
The battle erupted.
Vaeloria charged first, spear thrusting like lightning. "Twist no more!" She impaled one succubus's wing, pinning it to a hut wall.
Liraya unleashed flames—bolts scorching the other demon's tail. "Burn in your own lust!"
Valyndra summoned winds—gusts hurling the succubi back, lightning forking from her palms. "The sky rejects you!"
Ethan drew his jeweled dagger, slashing at tendrils of seductive energy. "You won't take more!"
The succubi fought viciously—claws raking, psychic waves trying to twist minds. One ensnared an Eldorian warrior briefly, forcing her fingers to her pussy, but Vaeloria broke the hold with a spear strike.
The party overwhelmed them—Vaeloria's strength, Liraya's fire, Valyndra's storm, Ethan's resolve. The succubi fell to their knees, wings tattered, bodies bruised but still defiant.
"Kill us," one spat. "The daughter rises."
Ethan stepped forward, cock hardening despite the battle—his restored seed pulsing with power. "No. Something better."
He grabbed one by the horns, forcing her mouth onto his shaft. "Throat fuck you... take it deep."
The succubus gagged, eyes widening as he thrust relentlessly, cock slamming her throat. "Suck it... choke on my dick... feel it bulge your neck."
The other watched, tail twitching, but Vaeloria pinned her down.
Ethan pounded harder. "Cum's coming... take my load on your face."
He pulled out, stroking, erupting—thick ropes splattering her face, eyes, lips, horns. The cum glowed golden, seeping into her skin.
The succubus shuddered, crimson fading to normal flesh, horns shrinking, wings vanishing. She collapsed, transformed back to a village woman—eyes clearing, body human once more.
The party stared, shocked.
"The seed... it's the cure," Liraya whispered.
Valyndra nodded. "His restored cum purifies the corruption."
Ethan turned to the second succubus, forcing her onto his cock. "Your turn... throat fuck you until you submit."
She gagged, tears streaming, but he thrust deep. "Suck it... swallow my length... feel it in your throat."
He pulled out, cumming on her face—ropes coating her features. She transformed back, gasping.
The two restored women embraced, kissing deeply, tears mixing with cum. "We're free... thank you, Breeder."
Vaeloria's eyes narrowed with jealousy, violet gaze burning. "You throat fucked them... without me?"
She dropped to her knees, sucking him dry—throat taking him whole. "Mine... cum in my mouth... give it all to me."
He groaned, erupting down her throat. She swallowed every drop, licking him clean.
The party moved on, hope renewed—the seed cured corruption.
Meanwhile, Nyxara soared over another village, wings beating powerfully. Below, succubi—hundreds now, all eighteen and older—ravished the inhabitants. They ripped ladies' clothes off in frenzy—nightdresses torn, bodies exposed.
One succubus pinned a villager to the ground, kissing her like an animal—tongue invading, lips bruising. "Mmm... taste so innocent... kiss me back... cum for me."
Another licked her pussy wildly—tongue delving deep, sucking clit. "Lick this cunt... make you wet... force your pleasure."
They forced reciprocation—straddling faces. "Lick my pussy... tongue me deep... or we'll make it hurt."
Some grew futa dicks—thick, ridged, thrusting into mouths and pussies. "So you like dick, do you? Take this demon cock... cum on it."
Women reached maximum pleasure—bodies convulsing, cumming hard—then transformed: skin crimson, horns sprouting, wings unfurling. "Cumming... oh gods... joining you!"
Nyxara watched from above, army growing. "The Breeder falls soon."
Back with Ethan, they reached another captured village—succubi ravishing, women half-transformed. The party charged.
Vaeloria speared one demon; Liraya burned another's wings; Valyndra's winds hurled futa succubi aside.
Ethan fought to the center, throat fucking defeated demons, cumming on their faces—transforming them back one by one. "Take my cum... purify!"
Women restored kissed in relief, bodies dripping.
The village saved, but Nyxara's army swelled—trouble brewing.