"Keep going~" she bit, curling her fists wildly against the white sheets. The way she moaned it in Logan's ear prompted him to hasten his movements, rocking his body with enough force to almost dispel the bed of its metal legs.
The succubus' eyes rolled back, her face plastered with the most heartfelt smile. She'd been chirping before, but as Logan indulged himself in his most primal desires, she couldn't help but moan with her chest, the snappiness of her sounds akin to an animal's growl. However, in this time—in this moment, he was the one in control. Whatever strength she held was meaningless before his bestiality.
Taking note of how with each thrust the sheets below would grow wetter from her pussy, Logan wished to peer deeper into the abyss—to truly feel earth's greatest pleasures. The succubus' legs—which had been half-flexed on the bed moments prior—raised, whisked away by Logan's two arms.
"Oh!" she cried out, shuddering at the intense stimulation. In this pose—missionary, as Logan remembers it—she could feel everything. Every inch in length and girth; his veins carved cleanly through skin; the way his dick fit her like it was designed with her pleasure in mind—all of it served as information overload to an already-experienced succubus.
Core burning from the intense workout, his eyes twitched, but his body persisted, his lust burning all rationale like a great flame, all to continue to taste her fine parts.
With harrowing determination, he thrusted deep—deeper than he ever had before. With a giant plop, his entire dick plunged inside her, wet squelches resounding across the room through her insane arousal.
"Ahhhh~ fuck! You're so fucking deep!" Like a snake wriggling its way out from a beast's grip, her head churned toward the sky, her closed eyes accompanied with a most instinctual bellow. She didn't bother holding back her emotions as her moan manifested as real, material displacement of air.
Gripping onto her fists, Logan didn't stop. No, not even as blood trickled from the many cuts engraved in his skin. Her scream served as too much force for his human body to endure, thrashing his room and dismantling his sheets into a battlefield of protruding cotton and splintered silk and polyester. Yet, not a single ounce of pain was evidenced in his face.
If he'd been in a state of normalcy, he may have cried out in agony, but the way her pussy enveloped his cock, gripping onto it tightly and refusing to let go with each thrust and reversal, he wouldn't have been able to tell if he were missing a limb. No, not except for this next action he took.
He lifted only the left side of her torso from the bed, forcing her to gaze into him scrutinizingly. She didn't intervene though, turning her head as Logan entrenched his dick even further inside her.
Using his left hand to hold up her right shoulder, he wrapped his right arm around her hanging left leg, turning her towards the single mirror present in the room. Her legs had been completely splayed vertically, her body propped only by the support of his arm.
Even though she'd been complacent in being put in such a position, her body refused to allow him complete control, her legs and arms weakly guarding against each of his thrusts.
Leaning over, Logan whispered carefully into her ears, "ease up and let it happen." In a single moment, her eyes blasted open from shock, feeling as his hard, throbbing cock rammed inside her.
"Holy fucking shit, you're doing me so good!" she continued, resting her two hands on the bed so she could maintain her balance. All the tension in her body eased, her torso visibly dropping by a fraction of an inch.
Logan's gaze was affixed below him to the two great mounds flopping freely in the air. Now that she could keep herself balanced, he didn't need to hold her up with his left hand. Instead, he retrieved it to seek the great treasure before him.
"FUUUUCCKKKK~" she moaned as he pinched her right nipple, getting right at its center where he'd found she was most sensitive. With closed eyes, a stream of clear, watery liquid ran down along his cock.
"Did you just cum?" He questioned, watching her ass rumble with each thrust against his crotch. "Who said you could go ahead and finish without me?"
As violently as he could, he smacked his free hand against her ass, also making sure to increase the pace of his thrusts. He could feel a surge of sensation begin to swell all throughout him, and it didn't help that she was so wet.
"Wait, I-I... just came... I can't take anymore!" she pleaded, trying to wriggle herself free of his control.
"Your! Selfishness! Won't! Go! Unrewarded!" Each exclamation was another smack against her ass, his large hand imprinting upon skin with a red image. He was moving as fast as he physically could, beginning to grit his teeth from the violent convulsions occurring in his dick.
With each pulse of pleasure, another deep grunt came from his throat. For just a moment, the succubus and his eyes met in the mirror ahead of them, mutually glancing at each other. She smiled.
"Impregnate me! Punish this succubus for getting off without your permission!" She turned her head toward Logan mid-thrust, a tear streaming down her eye. The way her expression was so desperate—so genuine made him all the more ready.
"Grrggghhhhh...!" His legs and crotch shook wildly, waves of pleasure seeking his tip. Without ever having been told to do so, he reached for her deepest parts, pushing his body so far into hers that she collapsed onto the bed.
With her legs now freely hovering in the air, she howled with delight, enclosing his back further into her chest by placing him in a leg lock. It was enough to speed up Logan's release, each convulsion another splurge of cum inside of her.
"That's it, cum inside me! Give me your seed! Empower me and die to grant me strength!" Without restraint, she hugged Logan, watching as his skin begun to shrivel and blanch with each passing second—each pulsation of his cock.
"What...?" he muttered, seeing the world grow dim, his limbs falling flat and his gut beginning to slim down. He was losing energy in all facets of the body.
"You should've known about this, but I suppose you were too horny to care." She licked her lips, brushing one of her hands against Logan's falling chest as she continued to receive each pump from his cock. "When a succubi feasts, they never leave their prey alive."
Logan struggled against her grip, pushing off the bed but making no grounds against her boundless strength. Instead, he could only helplessly cum inside her, inching closer and closer to death.
His blood ran cold, his pupils dilated, and his limbs grew numb. All he could make out was the smug look on her face, the bright, pale complexion of her skin growing even brighter.
"Why..."
She laughed. "Sorry, kid. It's just the natural order."