"Eva…" My voice came out low, almost a growl. "That's not how 'feeding' works, you degenerate."
"Ehhh?!" Eva made a dramatic noise. Like her soul was dying. Then her grin came right back. Her tail flicked playfully, brushing my cheek with its soft tip.
"Come on, Aza. You're exhausted. I can tell. Your coochie needs some fuel to swallow bigger, stronger monsters! Think of it as… a protein shake!"
"A bloody, severed-arm protein shake?"
"The best kind!" She giggled, a sound that grated on my nerves yet somehow also held a strange, magnetic pull. "Just open up, pretty please? Or should I just… push it in?"
"Please~" Her eyes gleamed, hinting at the depths of her depravity.
I wanted to tell her no. I really did. But my body was exhausted, my reserves scraped raw. And the scent of fresh, corrupted flesh was a maddening reminder of the gnawing emptiness deep in my core. That same hunger that lived inside my womb, in the pit where my power swirled like a black hole, whispering for more. More souls, more corruption, more energy, more sin.
"Fine," I gritted out, opening my eyes to glare at her. "But you do it. And if you enjoy this too much, I'm going to rip off your tail and shove that up your ass."
"So that's a yes?" Her grin widened.
Before I could regret the decision, she swiftly pulled down my micro bikini bottom, exposing my cunt in all its sticky, filthy glory. Then, she carefully, almost reverently, held the severed arm by its elbow. Her fingers, nimble and strong, positioned the gruesome limb. I forced myself to relax, to open my inner pathways, bracing for the inevitable. It wasn't the pain I dreaded, but the sheer visceral disgust of it.
"Don't worry, love~ I'll make it fit."
"I hate you," I said, without a shred of conviction.
"Mmhm… you say that now," she purred, sliding the arm forward until the cold, wet flesh kissed my entrance. There was a faint, slick shlurp sound as the limb began to disappear. It wasn't painful, just… unsettling.
I felt the strange, cold, consuming emptiness of my newly acquired demonic womb activate, stretching, pulling, swallowing. It was a familiar sensation, but amplified by the sheer size of the "meal." A shudder ran through me, part revulsion, part the strange, almost pleasurable tingle of power being absorbed.
The reason was simple. I didn't activate my 'Devour' skill yet; however, I was already devouring the thing, albeit slowly and painfully.
"Ahhh~" A low, traitorous moan escaped me before I could bite it back.
"Ohhh, you like this…" Eva's grin went feral. Her violet eyes, now glowing brighter, fixed on me with an intense, hungry gaze.
"I don't," I growled, even as my hips shifted forward, helping the limb disappear inch by inch. My walls spread open, clenching as they worked to take in the foreign object—flesh, veins, bone. There was the sound, not quite a suckle, not quite a slurp, but a low, wet, maddening noise that had my breathing going uneven, my body shuddering in disgust, and something much more.
"Look at that," Eva cooed, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "Swallowing it whole like a good little slut…"
"Almost there," She pressed her hand flat on my stomach, her fingers tracing the outline of the now-internalized arm. "Just a little more."
"Shut. Up." My voice came out strained, every word vibrating with the effort of keeping control.
But of course, Eva wasn't done. She reached behind her, plucking something else from the pile of corpses—a half-crushed torso, slick with blood and ichor.
"Round two?"
"..." I narrowed my eyes. "You are—"
"—the best wife you'll ever have," she cut in cheerfully.
Gods help me… I didn't even say no this time.
The torso dangled from her grip, its ragged ribs glistening like the jaws of some obscene flower. The stench of it hit me first—coppery, sweet, and thick with corruption. My pussy clenched on its own, that black hole inside me purring at the prospect of another meal.
Eva saw it. Of course she did. Her smirk deepened, fangs catching the dim, pulsating hive-light.
"Mmh. Look at you," she purred. "Already opening for it. You don't even realize you're begging."
"I'm not—" My voice cracked halfway, because the truth was my body was. That hunger didn't care about my pride. It twisted and pulsed, whispering to just take it, to stop pretending I wasn't addicted to the way it filled me.
Eva crouched, the corpse in her hands dripping onto her thighs. She positioned it with obscene care, like she was serving a delicacy rather than shoving gore into me. The jagged bone edges scraped lightly over my slick folds, and since I was a succubus, my body adapted to my partner's needs.
So my pussy literally widened like a clam, ready to gobble down its prey.
I hated her. I hated myself for liking this.
But I wanted it. Oh, fuck, I wanted it.
And she could tell, because Eva loved to tempt fate, and she leaned in and pressed the torso forward. A maddening, sucking, slurp. The wet, sucking sound was louder this time—my demonic womb had decided patience was for mortals. It gripped and drank greedily, flesh vanishing in slurps that made my knees weaken. The rush of energy was immediate, dizzying, flooding every nerve until my tail lashed behind me like a whip.
"Ahh~" I moaned, unable to bite it back, and Eva gave a low, sensual chuckle.
"Not big enough." Eva's hand slid up my stomach again, feeling the twitching bulge inside. Then she turned back to the hundreds of corpses behind her.
"Fuck." I cursed, a cold shiver reaching down my spine as her violet eyes literally lit with excitement at the possibility.
"DEVOUR!" I shouted, activating my skill this time, and the shadowy tendrils shot out of my pussy at high speed, engulfing the remains of those corpses and starting to drag them toward me.
"AZA!" Eva yelped when she saw the tendrils. "Leave the feeding to me."
"We don't have time. The Varul queen will send the infected and even stronger monstrosities to attack us," I said, spreading my legs wider, preparing for two incoming corpses at a time.
"Sigh, fine, but at least let me help a little."
Saying that, Eva joined in feeding me. She would gather the corpses and drop them between my legs so I could devour them easily. I also ordered my Cinder Wraiths to collect, too.
Eva's hands were a blur, tossing mangled bodies toward me like she was feeding a bonfire. Except this fire was between my legs, and it was bottomless.
Each corpse that hit my thighs disappeared in a whirl of shadow and slick, wet suction. My demonic womb pulled them in greedily, grinding bone to pulp, slurping muscle and sinew into nothing. The rush of corrupted energy hit me in violent waves, every swallow a shuddering jolt of raw, burning power flooding through my veins.
"Gods—ahhh—" The moan tore out of me unbidden, my voice trembling on the edge of delirium.
"Hehehe," Eva laughed low in her throat. "Listen to you… like a starving queen with her loyal peasants lining up to be eaten alive."
"Shut—ahhh—shut up," I tried, but my words dissolved into another moan as two corpses hit me at once, my tendrils dragging them in faster than I could brace. My claws dug into the ground. My hips rolled on their own.
"You're gorgeous like this, Aza." She knelt beside me, her tail curling around my leg as she shoved another corpse into my grasp. "Gluttonous. Dangerous. Mine."
Eva didn't allow me to answer; she simply mounted my face, shoving her pussy against my lips. Then she leaned forward and buried her own head between my thighs... staring with eyes full of wonder directly at my monstrous and unholy vagina.
What followed was an endless hour of shameless, filthy worship.
Eva's mouth moved over me in obscene fascination, her tongue tracing the writhing tendrils as they dragged screaming meat into the abyss between my thighs. She moaned into me every time my demonic womb pulsed, like the very act of watching me feed was her personal sacrament.
I couldn't focus—her slick heat against my lips, her taste, the sounds of her breath catching when a particularly large chunk disappeared—it was all blurring together with the dizzying rush of energy pouring into me. My claws left gouges in the dirt, the air thick with the scent of blood and lust and rot.
"Eva…" My voice was ragged, trembling, half-growl, half-plea. "If you—ahhh—keep doing that, I'm going to—"
"Do it," she murmured against my skin, voice soaked in depravity. "Let it happen. Feed until nothing's left."
And I did. I stopped holding back. The tendrils moved faster, shadows expanding until they carpeted the ground, dragging corpses from impossible distances. Even my Cinder Wraiths struggled to keep up—anything within reach was snatched and swallowed.
There was a rhythm to it. Riding the frenzy. Surrendering to the pleasure of being completely, totally gluttonous. There was no pain, no discomfort, only that rush, over and over until—
Something broke inside.
"AAHHHH!!!!!!!" The orgasm hit like an explosion. Pleasure racked me from head to toe.
It started as a single wave—my head fell back, the long moan echoing as if it wasn't entirely from me. But then came the next. And the next. It was as if every cell was firing, exploding with pure, violent, unspeakable ecstasy.
My tail was stiff, every muscle tense as the orgasm ripped through me, again and again, crashing like waves against the shore. I was barely aware of the frantic cry tearing from me, the broken curses spilling past my lips. All I knew was an endless, dizzying ecstasy, so violent it threatened to tear me apart, to reduce me to ash and smoke, to destroy me as the flames rose higher.
I came.
And I came more. How many? I lost count. In fact, I didn't want it to end; this pleasure was... fabulous.
I don't know when the moans stopped sounding human—or a succubus in this case.
By the time I finally slowed, the battlefield was bare. No bodies, no scraps, not even bones, not a trace. Every. Fucking. Thing. Had been consumed, utterly and completely devoured by my inhuman, monstrous pussy.
Eva lifted her head from between my thighs, lips wet, eyes glowing with something dangerously close to reverence. She sat up, wings fluttering behind her, then slid her bloodied, ichor-dripping fingers along the folds of my own pussy, gathering its juices, and licked it away with slow, deliberate care.
"Goddamn. You are good, Aza," Eva declared, like I'd just given the most succulent dessert. Then she turned back to me, looking every bit as pleased and satisfied as if she'd had her fill instead of me.
"You're the most fucked-up succubus I've ever met. But damn if you're not the best." Eva leaned forward, pressing a hot, lingering kiss to my lips.
"You're mine now, Aza. I can't leave such a treasure out in the open; someone will definitely snatch you from my claws." Eva murmured the last part against my lips.
"I hate you," I muttered, rolling my eyes, and Eva giggled, bright and happy and... affectionate, for some reason.
"I love you too, Aza."