The heavy iron chains clattered to the stone floor as Kori's magic unraveled the bindings with a flick of her wrist. Eren rubbed his wrists, the red marks fading under the cool air of the chamber, his eyes locking onto the queen who stood before him like a vision of forbidden temptation. She was unlike any woman he'd known—tall and regal, her skin a pale lavender that shimmered faintly, horns curling elegantly from her forehead, and wings folded against her back like shadowed silk. Her full breasts strained against the sheer fabric of her gown, nipples dark and peaked from the tension in the air. But it was the way she looked at him now, after that bold spanking he'd delivered in a fit of defiance earlier, that sent a spark through her golden eyes. On Earth, Eren had been a thief, a small-time crook who'd crossed the wrong syndicate, leading to a botched heist and a death sentence. In his final moments, some cosmic rift had yanked him here—to this realm of succubi, where men were myths, reviled as filthy, weak creatures from ancient tales. The succubi despised them, calling them disgusting pests that reeked of inferiority, their bodies crude and their seed tainted. No man had walked these lands in centuries, purged in wars of purification. Yet Kori, the high queen, her magic so potent it warped reproduction itself—sterilizing her womb to prevent overpowered heirs that could shatter realities—had seen something in Eren during his trial. His hand cracking against her ass in rebellion had ignited a hunger she couldn't ignore. Succubi pleasured each other endlessly, but this... this male's audacity stirred a raw, aching need. He wasn't needed for breeding; her power made that impossible. But as her sex slave? A machine to sate her, to fill her with the thrusts and releases her sisters scorned? Yes. She would claim him.
'You are released,' Kori declared, her voice a velvet command that echoed off the crystal-veined walls. The other succubi in the chamber hissed softly, their lithe forms shifting uneasily—beautiful but venomous, with tails lashing and eyes narrowed in disgust. 'Why spare this... thing?' one spat, her fangs glinting. 'Men are abominations, reeking of sweat and savagery. Burn him.' But Kori silenced them with a glare, her authority absolute. 'He serves me now. Prepare the carriage. We depart for the shadowed spires at once.'
Eren stood, his tattered clothes hanging loose, cock stirring at the memory of her gasp when he'd spanked her— that firm, plump ass cheek reddening under his palm. She led him out, her hips swaying with purposeful grace, the succubi trailing at a distance, their whispers like serpents' tongues. The fortress's corridors twisted like veins, lit by floating orbs that pulsed with pink light. Eren's heart pounded; this world was a fever dream, but Kori's presence pulled him like gravity. They emerged into the courtyard, where the carriage awaited—a sleek black beast of polished obsidian, drawn by four lithe shadow-horses with manes of smoke. The door swung open on silent hinges, revealing plush seats of deep crimson velvet, curtains heavy and scented with musk.
Kori entered first, settling against the cushions, her gown riding up to expose thighs that gleamed like polished amethyst. Eren followed, the door sealing behind him with a soft click. The carriage lurched forward as the horses surged, wheels humming over the ethereal path that wound through mist-shrouded forests. Alone now, the air thickened with unspoken tension. Eren couldn't tear his eyes from her chest—the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath, heavy and inviting, nipples pressing insistently against the thin silk. His hand moved before he could stop it, driven by the same boldness that had earned his sentence back home. He reached out, palm cupping one breast, fingers sinking into the soft, warm flesh. It was fuller than he imagined, yielding yet firm, the nipple hardening instantly under his thumb as he squeezed gently.
Kori's breath hitched, a low moan escaping her lips. 'Bold slave,' she murmured, but there was no rebuke—only heat, her golden eyes darkening with desire. She arched into his touch, the spanking's echo still burning in her core, making her pussy clench with neglected need. Succubi knew pleasure among their kind, tongues and fingers and tails intertwining in endless orgies, but a man's rough grasp? It was filthy, intoxicating, everything they loathed and she craved. Eren's cock hardened fully, straining against his pants as he kneaded her breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers until she whimpered. 'You disgust me... yet I burn,' she confessed, her hand sliding to his thigh, nails digging in.
The carriage rocked gently, the outside world a blur of twilight shadows. Eren leaned in, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss—lips crashing, tongues tangling as she tasted his Earthly essence, salty and vital. Her wings fluttered slightly, brushing his arms. Breaking the kiss, Kori's gaze dropped to the bulge in his pants. 'Show me your tool, slave. I would taste what my sisters fear.' Her voice was husky, laced with the forbidden thrill. Eren obliged, shoving his pants down, his thick cock springing free—veins throbbing, head already beading with pre-cum. It stood rigid, seven inches of hard flesh, balls heavy beneath.
Kori licked her lips, a forked tongue flicking out, and shifted to her knees on the carriage floor between his spread legs. The velvet muffled her movements as she gripped his base with one hand, the other steadying on his thigh. 'The tomes lied about your kind's vileness,' she whispered, though doubt lingered in her eyes—men were monsters in their lore, but this one pulsed with promise. She leaned forward, hot breath ghosting over the tip, making it twitch. 😏 Her lips parted, soft and plush, enveloping the head in wet warmth. Slurp—she sucked lightly at first, tongue swirling around the ridge, lapping up the salty drop with a curious hum. Eren groaned, head falling back against the seat, fingers clenching the cushions. 'Fuck, Kori... your mouth...'
Emboldened by his reaction, she took more, inch by inch sliding past her lips until half his length filled her. Her cheeks hollowed with suction, sluuuurp echoing in the confined space as she bobbed slowly, saliva coating his shaft in glistening trails. 💦 Her tongue, longer and more dexterous than human, pressed flat against the underside, stroking the sensitive vein with each pull. Eren's hips bucked involuntarily, pushing deeper, and she gagged softly—gluck—but didn't retreat. Instead, she relaxed her throat, high queen's power aiding her as she swallowed him whole, nose burying in his coarse pubic hair. The bulge of his cock visible in her slender neck, she hummed around him, vibrations buzzing straight to his core. 😈
She worked him with building rhythm, head rising and falling, slurp-slurp-slurp filling the carriage like a lewd symphony. Drool escaped the corners of her mouth, dripping onto his balls, which she cupped and massaged, rolling them in her palm. Eren's hand found her hair, gripping the silken strands—not forcing, but guiding—as he thrust shallowly into her eager mouth. 'That's it, queen... suck my cock like you own it.' Her eyes watered slightly from the depth, but they burned with lust, pussy soaking through her gown as she ground her thighs together. The disgust her kind felt for men melted away; this was power, his hardness a weapon she wielded with her lips and tongue.
Faster now, her hand twisted at the base on upstrokes, pumping what her mouth couldn't reach, while her tongue lashed the head on every withdraw—pop when she released it briefly to catch her breath, strings of spit connecting them. 💋 Eren's breaths came ragged, pleasure coiling tight in his gut. 'Gonna... fuck, your throat's milking me...' Kori redoubled, sucking harder, gluck-gluck-gluck as she deepthroated relentlessly, her free hand slipping between her own legs to rub her swollen clit through the fabric. The carriage jolted over a root, jolting him deeper, and she moaned around his cock, the sound vibrating intensely.
He couldn't hold back. With a guttural roar, Eren came, hips snapping up as ropes of thick cum flooded her mouth. Spurt-spurt—she swallowed greedily, throat working around him, but some overflowed, trickling down her chin in pearly strands. 😩 She pulled off slowly, licking the last drops from his softening shaft, her lips swollen and shiny. Rising, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a satisfied smirk curving her features. 'You are mine, slave. This journey... it begins your service.' Eren panted, pulling her onto his lap, hands roaming her body again. The carriage sped on toward the spires, but the real travel was just starting—their desires intertwining in ways her realm had never known.
Outside, the succubi guards rode silently, oblivious to the queen's fall into temptation. Kori nestled against him, her breast still warm in his palm, whispering of the pleasures to come. But shadows loomed on the horizon—rivals who would challenge her claim on this disgusting, irresistible man. For now, though, the carriage cradled