Morning came with a pleasant surprise.
Or rather—an ambush.
I surfaced from sleep to warmth and movement, soft whispers and familiar presences crowding in around me. For a blissful few seconds, I forgot the bruises, the blood, the stress of the night before. My body reacted on instinct alone, half-aware, half-dreaming.
Then my mind caught up.
Eva, along with Rina, who refused to be part of my arm for the whole night, decided to wake me up with a... special morning call.
"Ahh~ Ngh! E-Eva! S-slow down! Rina!" I moaned, my back arching off the bed as Eva's tongue worked its magic between my thighs, her long, skilled fingers pumping in and out of my soaking wet pussy, while Rina, being the shy succubus that she is, was slowly stroking the red cock that I accidentally grew during my sleep.
"Shhh... just enjoy it, Aza," Eva purred, looking up at me with her violet eyes, her lips glistening with my own juices. Her voice was a sultry tease, vibrating against my sensitive skin as she flicked her tongue over my clit.
"You saved our little sister," she murmured, voice thick with both gratitude and dark hunger. "This is the least we can do. Isn't that right, Rina?"
Rina made a tiny, embarrassed sound—somewhere between a squeak and a whimper—but her small hand never stopped its hesitant, exploratory rhythm along my shaft. The contrast was maddening: Eva's confident, almost cruel precision versus Rina's trembling, reverent touches, like she was afraid the cock might vanish if she gripped it too hard.
I tried to form words. Any words. What came out instead was broken.
"F-fuck—both of you are going to kill me before breakfast—"
"Good way to go," Eva decided, then dove back down, sucking my clit between her lips with a wet, obscene sound that echoed in the quiet morning room.
My hips bucked involuntarily. Rina yelped in surprise as my length pulsed violently in her palm; a fat bead of precum welled up and slid down over her knuckles. She stared at it, wide black eyes fascinated and terrified in equal measure.
"Rina," Eva said without lifting her mouth from me, voice muffled against my folds, "taste her. She's leaking for you."
"I—I don't—I—w-what if I do it wrong…?"
"Then you'll practice," I rasped, reaching down to thread my fingers through Rina's soft black hair. Not pulling. Just… guiding. "You can't do it wrong, sweetie. Just... follow your succubus instincts."
A shudder went through her small frame, and the last of her resistance crumbled. She leaned in, hesitantly at first, and then with more confidence, her small pink tongue darting out to lap at the clear fluid coating her fingers. Her eyes widened at the taste.
Then, agonizingly slow, she bent forward.
The first touch of her tongue was so tentative it was almost ticklish—little kitten licks against the slick head, gathering the bead of precum like she was tasting something forbidden and holy at the same time. A shudder rolled through my whole body.
"Hehehe," Eva laughed low against my cunt. The vibration made my toes curl. "There you go, Rina. Good girl."
Encouraged, Rina became bolder. She opened her small, wet mouth and wrapped her lips around just the tip, sucking gently, and then she hollowed her cheeks on the very first pull.
"Fuck~... yes... like that... good girl..."
My vision whited out for a second.
Eva—the little bitch—chose that exact moment to push three fingers deep and curl them viciously against my front wall while her tongue lashed mercilessly across my clit.
The combination was devastating. The skilled, predatory precision of the experienced succubus and the shy, devoted exploration of the fledgling. They were a perfect storm.
"I... I'm... going to... cum!"
I came with a choked scream, back bowing so hard I nearly threw both of them off me. My cock jerked violently between Rina's lips; she squeaked in alarm but didn't pull away—didn't dare. Thick ropes of cum flooded her mouth. Some dribbled down her chin despite her best efforts to swallow.
Eva kept finger-fucking me through it all, her own moan vibrating against me as my pussy clenched rhythmically around her fingers. "Drink it all, Rina. Every drop."
When the tremors finally subsided, I collapsed against the sweat-soaked sheets, utterly spent. My body was a pleasant, humming ache.
Rina lifted her head slowly, lips shiny, cheeks flushed crimson. A thin strand of white connected the corner of her mouth to my still-twitching cock. She looked dazed. Ruined. Beautiful.
Eva crawled up my body like a satisfied predator, licking her lips.
"Feel better?" she asked, smug.
"I feel…" I dragged in a ragged breath, "…like I've been hit by a war chariot. Again."
"You're a menace."
"And you love it," she grinned, leaning down to kiss me, letting me taste myself on her tongue. "Besides, consider it payment. For Rina. For putting yourself in danger like a brainless glory whore."
"It was a calculated risk," I mumbled into her mouth, too tired to argue properly. "And it worked."
"Don't do it again."
"I make no promises."
I think I already regret asking Beatrice to end Eva's punishment yesterday. She is too clingy and possessive. It was more fun when she was emotionally weak because of that seal.
Maybe I should ask Beatrice to seal her again for my own sanity?
Rina, having gathered her wits, scrambled up beside me. She didn't try to kiss me. Instead, she just curled into my side, tucking her head under my chin like a frightened kitten seeking warmth. Her small body trembled slightly.
"Are you okay, Rina?" I asked, my fingers gently stroking her black hair.
She nodded against my chest.
"Mmm… I… I liked it."
Her small hand timidly found its way to my flaccid cock, almost reverently tracing the softening length with feather-light fingertips, as though memorizing every vein, every ridge, every place that had made me gasp and curse.
Eva noticed immediately, of course.
Her violet eyes narrowed with wicked delight.
"Still hungry, little sister?" she purred, reaching over to catch Rina's wrist and guide her hand into a firmer grip. "Don't be shy now. You've already had your first taste. Might as well learn how to finish what you start."
Rina's ears turned scarlet, but she didn't pull away. If anything, her fingers curled a fraction tighter.
"I… I want to make her feel good too," she whispered, so quiet I almost missed it. "Like she made me feel… safe."
Something hot and dangerous twisted inside me at those words.
I caught Rina's chin between thumb and forefinger, tilting her face up until those huge, uncertain black eyes met mine.
"You already did, sweetheart," I told her, voice still wrecked from screaming. "More than you know."
Then I leaned in and kissed her forehead gently. A soft, lingering kiss.
A soft, contented sigh escaped her lips as she leaned into the touch.
Sigh... I'm too soft... I should be training her, not coddling her.
Together they worked me—Eva with long, confident strokes, Rina following the rhythm with timid little pumps, learning the pace, learning where I twitched, learning exactly how much pressure made my breath hitch.
It didn't take long for me to harden again in their hands.
Succubi recovery time, apparently, was a hell of a drug.
Eva chuckled darkly when I groaned.
"See? She's insatiable. Just like her wife."
"Stop calling me that," I muttered, even as my hips rolled up into their combined grip.
"Make me."
I would have snapped something clever back, but Rina chose that moment to lean down and drag her tongue along the underside of my shaft in one long, experimental lick—from base to tip—like she was tasting an entirely new flavor of ice cream.
My brain short-circuited.
"Fuck—Rina—"
She froze, eyes huge and panicked. "D-did I do it wrong?"
"No," I rasped, threading my fingers through her hair again, this time with a little more purpose. "You did it perfectly. Do it again."
She did.
Again.
And again.
Until the kitten licks turned into slow, curious swirls around the head, until she was sucking just the tip like a piece of hard candy she didn't want to finish too quickly.
Eva watched with predatory patience, occasionally leaning in to lick along the side of my cock whenever Rina pulled back, their tongues meeting in filthy little brushes over my skin.
It was obscene.
It was perfect.
When I finally spilled again—less violently this time, but no less intensely—Rina tried so hard to catch every drop. She really did. Most of it ended up painting her lips and chin anyway.
"Hehehe," Eva laughed, soft and delighted, then pulled Rina into a slow, deep kiss right above my still-twitching length, licking my release from her little sister's mouth with shameless greed.
Without the emotional twisting of the seal, Eva was more willing to share me, or maybe Rina was the exception.
I watched them, chest heaving, feeling like I'd been run over, worshipped, and then run over again.
Eventually, they broke apart, both flushed and breathing hard.
Rina immediately burrowed back into my side, hiding her face against my neck.
Eva stretched out along my other side, propping her head on her hand, looking far too satisfied with herself.
"We should probably get cleaned up," she said lazily. "Mother will skin us if we're late to the strategy meeting smelling like sex and guilt."
"She'll probably just be disappointed she wasn't invited," I snorted.
"True." Eva traced idle patterns on my stomach. "But she did say you earned her… personal gratitude. Maybe later she'll collect."
"!!!" I flinched at the memory of Beatrice's promise in her office.
"Sigh... you all are way too horny for your own good."
"And you are complaining about it?... " You love it," Eva retorted.
"I need a bath... again."