While I was experiencing the first female orgasm of my life, squirting all over the place, my mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The pleasure was overwhelming, unlike anything I had ever felt before. My body trembled, my breath coming in ragged gasps as waves of ecstasy crashed over me. The sensation was so intense, so foreign, that for a moment, I forgot where I was—forgot the danger, the pain, the blood-soaked battlefield around me.
"Ahhh~...!" I moaned, my voice trembling as my hips bucked involuntarily. My fingers moved on their own in and out of my... cunt, driven by a primal need I couldn't control. My succubus instincts had taken over, and I was powerless to resist. The pleasure was intoxicating and addictive, and I couldn't stop myself from chasing it. I continued to pleasure myself, the ecstatic bliss overriding any rational thoughts or worries that might have remained in my mind.
"M-More," I gasped, my voice barely audible amidst the sound of the rushing wind and thunderous echoes around me, as my inner muscles clenched around the invading fingers. I added a third one, desperate for more stimulation. My movements became more erratic as I rocked against the digits, driving them in even deeper, as I desperately sought to find another release from the torturous pleasure that threatened to consume me.
'FUCK!... FUCK!'
But the more I pleasured myself, the more aroused I became, the need, the desire for more, growing stronger and stronger, until it was a burning flame within me, demanding to be quenched. The pressure inside me was building, my inner walls quivering and contracting around my fingers, yet the release I craved eluded me.
"I need... Blood"
Swiftly, I turned around looking for the last ghoul, I wanted to rip his flesh apart, feel the warm blood in my hands, taste it, and feel the pleasure of killing him. However, much to my disappointment, I saw the ghoul was no longer standing where I had left him, the coward had fled.
"Tsk... Coward"
With a sigh, I sat down, trying to calm myself, but the arousal was too intense, and even though the feeling of my fingers inside me was pleasurable, it wasn't enough.
"Fuck, I can't believe I did this" With a deep breath, I closed my eyes, trying to focus. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions "I'm a man... A man. Not a fucking succubus"
[Host, it will be very wise if you accept your new nature]
"What? Why?" I asked, surprised by the system's words.
[Host, your current form is that of a succubus. Denying your nature will only lead to further conflict and hinder your ability to adapt and survive in this environment. Your instincts, desires, and abilities are now tied to this form. Resisting them will only weaken you.]
I stared at the blue system message, my mind racing. The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I wanted to argue, to scream that I wasn't some lust-driven demon, that I was still me, Azariel—a man, a warrior, someone with dignity and control.
But the truth was undeniable. My body, my instincts, and even my thoughts were being influenced by this new form and Sol's memories. The pleasure I had just experienced, the way I had lost myself in it… it was all part of being a succubus.
"Damn it," I muttered, running a hand through my black hair, now tangled and matted with blood and sweat. "This is so messed up."
But the system was right. I couldn't keep fighting myself. If I wanted to survive in Hell, I had to accept what I had become. That didn't mean I had to lose myself entirely, though. I could still hold onto my humanity, my sense of self. I just had to find a way to balance the two.
"So be it, System, let's go with the flow. But I'm not going to let myself become a slave to my instincts," I said, a determined glint in my eyes. "I'll find a way to master them. To make them work for me, instead of the other way around. I'll be a succubus but on my terms."
[Host acceptance is the first step toward mastery. Your succubus nature can be a powerful tool if you learn to harness it.]
"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, brushing off the system's attempt at wisdom. I didn't need a pep talk right now. I needed to figure out my next move.
I glanced down at my body, still trembling from the aftermath of my… experience. My fingers were slick with my own fluids, and the scent of arousal mixed with the metallic tang of blood in the air. It was disgusting and intoxicating at the same time. I wiped my hand on the ground, trying to clean it off, but the sensation lingered, a constant reminder that I just squirted like a horny bitch.
'No, don't think about that'
With a deep breath, I gazed at the carnage around me, taking stock of the situation. Three dead ghouls lay on the ground, their bodies twisted and broken. The battle had been intense, and I was lucky to walk away relatively unscathed.
"It would be a waste to leave them like this" Staring at the dead bloody ghoul beneath me, I used my favorite skill. Devour.
"Eh?"
Devour, in the past and in my old world, worked in a very simple way. When I activated the skill, a dark smoke would rise from my body, wrapping around the corpse of my enemy, and within moments, the body would disintegrate, absorbed into me as energy. It was a gruesome but efficient way to replenish my strength, heal my wounds, and obtain skills. But now, as I activated the skill, something felt... different.
A dark, swirling mist began to rise from my body, soon tendrils of shadow snaking out from my tight pussy toward the ghoul's corpse. The sensation was strange, almost... intimate. The shadows coiled around the ghoul's body, and I felt a deep, primal connection forming between us. My body trembled as the energy began to flow into me, but it wasn't just energy—it was something more.
"AHHHH!" I let out the most erotic moan, the feeling was orgasmic, and I was cumming all over the place, squirting like a river. My eyes rolled back, and for a moment, I lost control, succumbing to the pleasure.
"What... what's happening" I panted, trying to catch my breath. "It felt good... too good"
You ask why that happened. Well... how to explain it really? Women usually push big things out of their vaginas, not the other way around, and the feeling of something coming into you is much more intense. So yeah, I orgasmed, a big fucking female orgasm, the best kind.
Yes, the tendrils of shadow slowly pulled the ghoul's corpse toward my pussy and inside, absorbing the flesh, blood, and bones, and with every inch of flesh that entered my womanhood, a surge of pleasure shot through me. It was indescribable, the feeling of having something inside me was beyond amazing, and as the ghoul's face entered my... thing, I lost it.
"AAAAAAHHHHH!" I cried, my body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over me, my lower lips quivering, convulsing and sucking the last remains of the ghoul's face, and I had no idea how that was possible, but I didn't care, I didn't even question the fact that a fucking monster corpse was able to fit inside my small tight pussy, I just went along with the flow, my succubus instincts had completely taken over and all I could do was enjoy the feeling. And let's be honest, it's better than pushing a cock inside me. Sorry, but I'm still not ready for that.
"Ahhh~..." A deep, sultry moan escaped my lips, falling on my back, squirting for the third time, damn where the hell did I get this much fluid.
"I never felt anything like this before," I muttered, closing my eyes and savoring the sensation. "This is so fucked up."
Ding!
[Devour success!]
[+20 HP]
[+10 Mana]
[+1 Agility]
[Skill Proficiency Increased: Devour (Lv 2)]
[New Skill Unlocked: Ghoul's Resilience]
[Ghoul's Resilience: Passive skill. Increases resistance to physical damage and reduces the effects of bleeding and poison.]
"Nice…" I murmured, a sly smile spreading across my face staring at the blue boxes above me. Even if the devouring method changed, the skill was still the same. The skill was the reason I was able to grow in strength rapidly to the point I wiped the floor with the demon king.
The feeling of power was addicting, and the thought of what else I could accomplish with this skill was enough to drive me forward. I could see the potential, the possibilities. And as the rush of newfound strength flowed through my veins, I felt a sense of excitement, of purpose, a reason to keep going.
"Plus... I receive pleasure from it" I whispered, raising my head a little and noticing the slight bulge in my lower stomach, a sight that sent shivers down my spine.
"Fuck!.... That's hot"
"I wonder what would happen if I devoured the rest?" The thought suddenly came to my mind. "Would the bulge get bigger?"