Stopping in a room close by, Fenrir became immediately aware of a strange scent. Why was Safara's arousal so strong here? And what was that liquid on the floor? Then the pieces fell into pce for him, and he grinned as the reason for Safara's odd reaction earlier was made pin. So, her desires were competing against her sense of pride and decorum, and winning from the looks of it. Filing that information away for ter, he turned to the matter, and woman, at hand.

  Nelith had quickly stripped off her clothing and was strutting up to him with a confident and very sexy saunter. It seemed she had a very good idea of how she wanted this to go. Stopping directly before him, she said, "You know, if you wanted to fuck, we didn't need to leave the others. They wouldn't mind watching."

  "I am well aware, but I'm not going to have sex where my meal is being prepared. For me at least, food and sex are two different things, and while they may occasionally mingle, I don't need my venison to taste like pussy. Besides, you clearly haven't seen my semen output. If we had sex there, you'd all have to sleep in a pool of cum, though come to think of it, you kinky sluts would probably like that."

  She shivered delightedly at the mental image. "You know just what to say to get a girl in the mood."

  As she dropped to her knees Fenrir surveyed the succubus' body. Her general skin tone was of a light red, almost pinkish hue which her yellow-gold eyes complemented beautifully. In contrast with Yumiko, Nelith's horns grew from her forehead, curving back above her head in a graceful 'V'. Her ears were also much longer, even beating out Safara by a small margin, but her face was saved from looking too fierce by a cute button nose and adorable pouting lips. Thick dark hair fell to the middle of her back, styled simply but appealingly. Her body was well proportioned, with breasts that complemented but did not dominate her curves. That honor went to her deliciously wide hips. Her tail was also much thicker than Yumiko's had been. He wondered briefly if there were different races of succubi before being jerked forcefully from his thoughts by a hot wet tongue on his cock.

  Nelith had succeeded in coaxing his cock from its sheath, and now she watched in unabashed delight as it grew under her ministrations. "Hot damn, Yumiko wasn't exaggerating," she breathed. Wasting no more time on words, she began worshipping the cock before her with an avid hunger, one hand slipping down to her own crotch to give her neglected pussy some much needed attention.

  Letting out an involuntary groan, Fenrir leaned back against the wall. 'Holy hell, she's good at this.' He gently stroked her hair as she slowly worked her way up his shaft, vishing it with licks and kisses, savoring the precum which began dripping down his cock. When she reached the tip several exquisitely pleasurable minutes ter, she attempted to take it into her mouth, but several inches down it became too wide even for her experienced maw. She tried to force the issue, but was obliged to withdraw when Fenrir gave a grunt of discomfort, her teeth contacting his shaft in spite of her best efforts. Apparently the esticizing qualities of his precum had limits.

  "Damn it, I really wanted to feel this monster stretching my throat," she said frustratedly.

  Fenrir was of the same mind. Casting about for some way to make it possible, he remembered suddenly that his Status Effect monster power had included spells of flesh shaping. 'What better time than now to test it out?' Bending, he took Nelith's jaw in one hand and her throat in the other. Pulling her back to a standing position, he told her, "Hold still." While initially her eyes had widened in arm, she nodded slightly, submitting to whatever it was he wanted to do with her.

  The lupine turned his awareness inward, searching for and quickly finding the knowledge he sought. Choosing the spell best suited for the purpose, he began making the desired alterations. Making her throat able to take him was simple enough, some subtle reinforcement to ensure he would not damage anything with his sheer girth easy to add. Giving the succubus a way to open her mouth wide enough to take him to the base presented more difficulty. Eventually he decided to make her jaw able to unhinge, like a snake, and additionally to give her lips extra esticity so they could stretch around him.

  Fixing the precise details of his changes firmly in his mind, he unleashed the spell, and immediately almost bcked out as the spell asked for considerably more mana than he had to give. Frantically he cancelled it, leaning back against the wall as the backsh washed over him.

  "What the hell?! Hey, hey! Are you okay?" Nelith almost shouted, grabbing his arm as the great wolf swayed armingly.

  "'M fine," he slurred, fighting to remain conscious. "Jus' give me a second." Thankfully, the dizziness quickly passed, and he raised his head to meet Nelith's worried eyes.

  "The hell did you do? I mean, I get that I'm good, but usually people pass out while I'm giving them head, not when they grab my throat," she said, the concern in her tone belying the nonchance of her words.

  "I tried something, but it looks like it'll have to be a long-term project."

  "Tried something...? Wait, are you able to flesh sculpt?" Nelith's eyes went wide as she put two and two together.

  "Theoretically, but I'm no mage," Fenrir replied. "It'll take me a while to make any significant changes. Flesh sculpting is expensive in terms of mana."

  Nelith's smile turned gleeful. "You mean to tell me that you can make it so I can fit this massive fuckstick in my mouth?" she asked, patting the appendage in question.

  "Yes, but as I said, it'll take a while. In the meantime..." Grabbing her by the hips, Fenrir lifted her into the air, eliciting a shriek from the unprepared succubus. 'Good thing whoever built this pce loved tall ceilings,' Fenrir mused as he settled his partner directly above himself, her pussy in easy reach of his muzzle.

  "What are you doing-?!" Nelith asked, the end of her question turning into a squeak as Fenrir hungrily attacked her slit, his long, rough tongue darting out to sample her nectar.

  Like Yumiko before her, Nelith was entirely unprepared for the surge of pleasure which shot up her spine as Fenrir settled in to eat her out in earnest. She leaned forward, her hands braced against the wall behind the monstrous wolf, head hanging low, trying and utterly failing to regain any sembnce of composure. Her legs filed and her hips bucked, but Fenrir had an iron grip on her pelvis, refusing her even an instant's respite from the almost unbearable stimution. His cock throbbed at the sound of her cries, moans and half incomprehensible excmations tumbling over each other as she attempted to cope with the sensations. With an exultant smile, Fenrir forced his tongue as deeply up her pussy as he could, seeking to coat her entire love canal in his saliva. "By the time I'm done with you," he growled, "you won't even remember your own name."

  "Y-you think you're th-that ah!~ good? Th-this i-is -mmph- nothing!"

  "Oh really? Then I guess I'd better dial it up to eleven."

  "No wait-!" Nelith threw her head back violently as Fenrir attacked every weak point he had previously discovered in quick succession, shifting his focus from moment to moment to ensure she could not form any defense. An orgasm hit her hard and fast, then was interrupted by a second, and then a third as Fenrir doubled down, his tongue nearly a blur as he activated his time powers. With that and the boost to her sensitivity caused by the aphrodisiacs in his saliva, Fenrir set about overloading her pleasure centers with savage delight. By the time he was satisfied she had been taught her lesson, her eyes were rolled back in her head, her breath was coming in great heaving gasps that did delightful things to her breasts, and her legs were entirely limp, only twitching slightly. He slowed his assault, gentle licks slowly shepherding her back to coherence.

  "Fuuuck me," Nelith gasped faintly. " I can't feel my legs..."

  Gently lowering her from her position above him, Fenrir replied, "Have you learned your lesson about challenging someone with easy access to your pussy?"

  "Well... I learned to do it more often, specially if it's you. I haven't cum that hard ...ever, actually."

  Fenrir grinned and shook his head. "You're incorrigible. Think you have enough left in the tank to finish me off?"

  The sultry succubus' eyes widened. "Oh right, you haven't even cum yet! Course I will, what do you take me for? Besides, the girls would never let me hear the end of it if I couldn't make you cum after what you just did to me."

  "Then get to it," Fenrir chuckled.

  "Yeah, yeah, just give me a second to recover. I'm pretty sure if I try to stand up I'm just going to fall over."

  "Oh, is that all?" Striding over to a chair, he sat down, pcing Nelith on her knees in front of him. His cock bounced off her chin as he did so, leaving a dollop of precum to drop onto her bare breasts. Ignoring it, she set about worshipping his cock with the full-bodied enthusiasm of the famished succubus she was. Having learned her lesson, she no longer tried to deepthroat him, instead swirling her tongue around his head while her hands slid up and down his shaft, pausing at the base to squeeze his knot and fondle his balls tenderly, before beginning the journey upwards again.

  Under such ministrations it didn't take long for Fenrir to approach his peak. "Coming," he grunted. Nelith immediately redoubled her efforts, jerking him hard and fast while she suckled vigorously at his head. As before, his ejacution was long and exceedingly plentiful. While she was able to swallow the first few spurts, the sheer volume of his semen quickly filled her mouth beyond capacity, forcing her to free him from her maw. Unfazed, she directed his cock to point directly at her, coating her in semen from head to foot. When at length he ceased pulsing, she looked positively drowned.

  "Ohhhh, fuck, that's a lot of cum," Nelith moaned ecstatically, a small orgasm racing through her at the sensation of being so thoroughly gzed. She flopped back into the pool of semen around her, glorying in her cum-drenched state.

  "I would say sorry, but you look like you're having the time of your life down there. Want a hand getting cleaned up?"

  "No thanks, I'll clean myself up ...eventually. I just want to enjoy this a bit more." Nelith lifted a hand to her mouth and dreamily sucked on one semen-covered finger. "Do you always cum this much?"

  "I suppose so, yes," Fenrir replied, unable to take his eyes off of her.

  "Fucking hell, you're straight up every succubus' wet dream. You fuck like a champion, and cum this much every time? And- what the fuck. You're still hard?!"

  "Well, you are providing me with one hell of a view."

  "That settles it, I'm never letting this cock out of my sight. I don't even care anymore."

  "I'm far from done with you as well, so you can rest easy. But right now I'm going to get something to eat. Enjoy your cum bath!" And with these parting words, which elicited a euphoric shiver from the blissed-out succubus, he left the room ...only to nearly trip over another succubus lying in the hallway, furiously masturbating.

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