Her tongue was an artist.
The redhead, whose name I still didn't know, wasn't just licking my foot; she was worshiping it. Her tongue, hot and impossibly wet, traced delicate, swirling patterns along my arch, sending tingling electric shocks straight up my leg to coil in my belly. Each delicate lap of her tongue was a promise, a prelude to a pleasure so intense it felt like pain.
"Perfect," the blonde one purred from my other side, her hands moving with a maddening lightness as she ran her fingers up my calf, pausing to gently squeeze the soft red skin behind my knee. Her own tongue flicked out to tease the sensitive skin behind my ankle.
"Mmm, she's sweeter than sin itself," she purred, her breath hot against me. "I could lick every part of you and never get enough."
They didn't simply touch me.
They studied me. They consumed me with their eyes, their hands, their mouths.
I was no longer a person. I was an artifact discovered in a forgotten temple, something ancient and powerful to be revered, cataloged, and ultimately… claimed.
I couldn't move. Hell, I could barely breathe. My body was a live wire, buzzing with every slow, deliberate stroke of their tongues. Every nerve ending was on fire, screaming for more, for anything, a desperate, silent plea that hung in the incense-thick air around us.
"Shit... Ahhh~"
I wanted to say something—anything—to regain some semblance of control, but my brain was short-circuiting. All I could do was grip the edges of the velvet chaise, my knuckles whitening as their tongues worked in tandem, inching higher with every agonizing second.
Akane, still pressed against me, watched with that predatory smirk of hers. Her hand had returned to my inner thigh, her fingers idly tracing circles on my skin, each touch a reminder that she was the conductor of this symphony of sin.
"See, little sister? This is what it means to be cherished," she whispered, her voice a dark caress. "To be desired so completely that every part of you becomes sacred."
"Cherished?" I managed to choke out, my voice trembling as the redhead's tongue flicked between my toes, sending a jolt straight to my core. "This feels more like torture."
"Hehehe." Akane's chuckle was low, dripping with amusement. "Oh, Azariel. Torture and pleasure are two sides of the same coin here. You'll learn to crave both."
As if to prove her point, her fingers brushed slightly over my micro thong, and her thumb pressed down on my clit through the fabric, making my hips buck involuntarily.
"Look at you, little sister. Already soaked, and they haven't even reached the main course."
"Fuck, this is insane."
I risked a glance at Akane, and the sight of her licking the same fingers that had touched me sent a fresh wave of heat through me. Her blue eyes were locked on mine, a silent command to surrender, to accept my fate as the center of this debaucherous worship.
"Please…" I whimpered, the word slipping out before I could stop it. I didn't even know what I was begging for—relief, more, an end to this maddening build-up. My voice was a broken, desperate thing, barely audible over the symphony of moans and gasps echoing around the Heart.
"Please, what, little sister?" Akane purred, her thumb circling my clit again, slow and deliberate, dragging a shaky gasp from my lips. "Be specific. They're very obedient when you tell them exactly what you need."
The redhead pulled back from my foot just enough to flash me a wicked grin, her lips glistening from her work. The blonde one kept up her assault on my ankle, but her eyes were locked on me, waiting.
"Y-You…" I swallowed, throat dry, voice cracking. "Higher. Please go… higher."
The confession was humiliating, a total capitulation, but the ache inside me was a roaring inferno, and I was the moth willingly diving into the flame.
"Whatever you desire, Princess," the redhead murmured, her voice a vow. She shifted her position, her hands gliding up my shins, her palms leaving trails of fire in their wake. The blonde followed suit, their movements perfectly synchronized as they began their slow, torturous ascent.
My legs were forced wider by gentle, insistent hands, opening me up to their hungry gazes... and mouths. Until the tiny scrap of my thong was the only thing preserving any pretense of modesty.
And then even that was gone.
Akane's fingers hooked into the waistband of the flimsy fabric, and she gave it a slow tug, dragging it down my thighs. It was a deliberate, possessive act, a silent declaration that she, and only she, controlled the pace of my unraveling.
"Let's get this out of the way, shall we?" she said, her tone almost casual, like she wasn't stripping me bare in front of an audience. She tossed the scrap of black lace aside, where it landed on the crimson sheets like a fallen flag.
The cool air hit my heated, slick folds, and I couldn't stop the way my legs trembled as the thong slid off completely. I was completely exposed. Vulnerable. A feast lay out for the taking.
But they didn't take it.
They worshipped.
"!!!" Both succubi froze.
"Holy shit," the redhead breathed, her eyes glued to me as she settled between my legs. Her hands gently pushed my thighs further apart, opening me up to her hungry gaze. "Look at this. So fucking gorgeous. So wet. You're dripping for us."
"It's perfect." The blonde leaned in too, her horns brushing against my thigh as she stared with equal reverence.
"So pink. So tight. A gift, truly," she whispered, her fingers trailing lightly along my inner thigh, so close but not quite touching where I ached most.
"I've never wanted anything so bad in my life. Can I taste her now? Please, Akane Onee-sama?" the redhead pleaded with Akane, her eyes glazed with raw, unfiltered lust. "Just one taste."
"What do you say, Azariel?" Akane's smirk widened, her fingers tightening slightly on my thigh. She leaned in close, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, "Should they have the honor of tasting you fully?"
"..." I opened my mouth to protest, to say something snarky or defiant, but nothing came out. My body was screaming for it, every muscle taut with anticipation, and the look on Akane's face told me she already knew my answer. I gave a small, jerky nod before I could stop myself, and her smile widened into something triumphant.
"Go ahead," she told them, her voice a low command. "Make her feel every second of it."
They didn't pounce.
They fucking descended.
The redhead moved first, slow as a priestess approaching an altar. She pressed her lips to the crease where thigh meets hip, a chaste kiss that made me jerk anyway, then let her tongue drag inward in one long, deliberate stripe that stopped a hair's breadth from my clit.
"Fuck~" My hips chased her mouth on pure instinct.
She smiled against my skin, warm breath teasing the slick mess already coating me.
"Patience, Princess. We have to admire the art before we ruin it."
The blonde settled on my other side, mirroring her. Two sets of hands slid under my ass, lifting me like an offering, tilting my hips so everything—every glistening fold, every desperate twitch—was bared to the candlelight and their starving eyes.
"Look at her," the redhead whispered, voice cracking with awe. She used her thumbs to spread me open, slow and reverent, peeling my pussy lips apart until cool air kissed the wet heat inside. "So small… so swollen already. This little cunt was made to be worshipped."
"See how pink she is inside? Like rose silk. And she's clenching around nothing," the blonde one hummed. She traced one careful finger around my entrance, collecting the slick that kept pulsing out of me, then brought it to her mouth and sucked it clean with a broken moan. "By the Mother... She tastes like starlight and sin. I'm never going to recover from this."
"Ahhh~"
That single, simple, guttural moan from the blonde shattered the last pane of my sanity. The fact that she was tasting my pleasure, my essence, and declaring it intoxicating was a humiliation so profound it cycled right back around to being the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.
The redhead, clearly unable to wait another second, let out a ragged breath and finally, mercifully, dipped her head.
"AHHHH~" My back arched off the chaise, a strangled cry tearing from my throat. It was too much. It wasn't enough.
I turned to Akane Onee-sama, hoping for some support, anything to anchor me, but I was met only with a sight that stole the breath out of me and caused me to shoot my pure mana love juices directly into the two succubi's faces.
Akane Onee-sama was no longer content to watch. She grew a long, thick, perfectly shaped cock, jutting proudly from her hips. It was a masterpiece of flesh, pale as the rest of her, with veins that stood out like rivers on a map and a head that glistened with a single, pearly drop of precum. It was the embodiment of raw, dominant power, and it was pointed directly at me.
My mind went blank, every thought consumed by the sight of that magnificent organ. I couldn't tear my eyes away, my body frozen in a state of shock and a terrifying, overwhelming desire.
"Do you like it, little sister?" Akane's voice was a low, purring rumble, her hand stroking her new appendage with a slow, deliberate rhythm. "I thought you might. After all, what's the point of being a succubus if you can't create your own tools of pleasure?"
"..."
Without thinking, my body moved on its own. I leaned forward, my hands reaching out to touch the silky skin of her cock. It was hot, hard, and alive, pulsing with a life of its own as if it were a separate entity entirely. My fingers wrapped around it, my thumb smearing the pearly drop over the head, and Akane let out a low groan, her hips thrusting forward slightly.
"Good girl," she praised, her voice a husky whisper. "Now, let's see how well you can handle it."
I think she definitely hypnotized me at this point.
I mean, why would I, a former man, reborn as the Nephalem of Lust, pretending to be a succubus, want to suck a dick?! Let alone one that grew out of a woman! But... there I was... leaning in closer, my lips parting as if drawn by some invisible force. I could smell her, a heady mix of musk and magic, and the scent alone was enough to make my head spin with desire. I was so utterly, completely fucked.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, my little sister," Akane purred, her hand tangling in my hair, her grip firm but not painful. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name. Until all you can say is mine."
"..."
'Someone help me!!'