CHAPTER 115: THIS SHIT SO GAY!!

And for the first time since she turned into this lust-crazed succubus, Lyra reacted.

She squirmed.

She moaned.

Not just some weak little sigh or girly moan. Nah. This was a full-blown, primal fuck-noise tearing out of her throat.

Her whole damn body went stiff then limp then stiff again, like a puppet getting yanked around by strings made of orgasm.

Earlier, she was cocky, smug even.

Took the nipple-twisting like it was foreplay. Took the finger-stuffing like a daily vitamin.

Deepthroated his cock like she was in a slurping contest and gunning for gold.

But now. Oh boy. Now her brain was being scrambled like eggs in a sex fryer.

Every. Single. Inch of her—was being tongue-fucked, vacuumed, teased, and jerked at the same fucking time.

Nipples, clit, thighs, belly, ears.

All getting played like instruments in a damn orchestra of filth.

And suddenly—boom—she snapped.

"There..."

That one word fell out like a broken prayer, breathy and wrecked. Her lips parted like they didn’t know what else to do.

Her tongue lolled. Her eyes shimmered. Her spine arched.

Perfect.

He yanked his cock out with a loud, wet pop.

Her scream hit octaves that could make angels blush.

Mouth wide open, panic in her eyes like someone just unplugged her from the source of life.

She lunged, slutty little succubus trying to reclaim her favorite treat, but Rae wasn’t done playing with his food.

He cranked it.

All the tentacles. All the tongues. All the suckers. Full blast.

She lost it.

Mind gone. Sanity drowned in pleasure. Pussy dripping. Body twitching. Moaning like a haunted whorehouse.

And then.

Right then.

Ding

A system message slid into his head like the climax to a perfect stroke session.

Rae let out a wild, filthy laugh, his chest heaving like a madman who’d just hacked the cheat codes to the universe.

That system message—fuck yeah, it was done.

Even if she shoved him back into her throat right now and slurped him like a starving animal, he wouldn’t be dying again... well, not from Life Drain, at least.

But then it hit him.

Oh wait.

Actually—he would die. Just not magically.

She’d choke the fuck out of him with that ridiculous vice grip of a throat.

That monster milking him like she was trying to rip the soul from his balls.

She wouldn’t stop, even if his cock waved a white flag and begged for mercy.

She could kill him from pure, relentless cock worship.

’Not if I break her first.’

He grinned like a degenerate god and cranked the suction. Harder. Deeper. Dirtier.

His tentacle suckers latched tighter to her nipples, twirling and tugging like possessed tongues.

The ones on her pussy? Slurping like they were pulling magic from her soul.

Her thighs clenched. Her toes curled.

Lyra’s moans turned into full-blown sex cries—raw, guttural, like her body was getting rewritten by pleasure.

Even for a succubi, a race that basically lives to fuck and feed, this was too much.

She was built to dish it out and take it, but Rae was pouring an entire damn buffet of sensation into her slutty little form.

He was glad the damn tent was sound proof or else, the entire hero party would be witness to a hot fuck session between a tentacle monster and a succubi.

The pink in her eyes bloomed like a cursed flower, glowing brighter, richer, more intense.

Succubi instincts flaring.

Power rising.

Levels stacking like crazy.

Her own bloodline was betraying her, making her even more sensitive, even more desperate to cum.

Suddenly, without warning, without a damn drumroll or cue, she just grabbed two of the suction tentacles latched on her juicy nipples and yanked them off like they were cheap party streamers.

They popped off with a wet slurp, and Rae’s jaw nearly dislocated.

’What the fuck...?’

He blinked hard, real hard. Just a second ago, she was a moaning mess. Twitching, squirming, losing her mind under his glorious tentacle assault. He had her. He had her. But now?

Now she felt different.

Stronger.

Too damn strong.

His grip was slipping like sweat on oil, and when he looked down—yep, there she was, looking up at him with that wicked smirk like she just got a cheat code from hell itself.

She didn’t say a word. Just twirled that thick, sultry lower body of hers and bam—nailed him with a picture-perfect kick. Right in the goddamn goblin balls.

His whole world stopped. His eyes bulged so far out they nearly popped. Time slowed down. The tent flapped in slow motion. His heartbeat skipped, then screamed.

The pain was a mother fucker.

His monster twitched. His soul considered quitting again. For a single terrifying moment, darkness kissed the edges of his vision like a teasing mistress.

And just like that, his grip on her melted like a popsicle on hot tits.

She didn’t waste a breath.

She slammed her foot into the ground with the grace of a dancer and the chaos of a succubus on heat, using it like a damn turbo button to slide herself clean out from under him.

The motion was smooth, hot, and left Rae blinking in confusion and pain, still clutching his poor, throbbing nuts.

Then she rose.

Stood up.

Naked.

Every inch of her dripping with raw, awakened succubi energy. Her bloodline was humming through her skin like sex incarnate.

Her pink eyes gleamed like neon sin, and that smirk—goddamn, that smirk—was cocky as hell.

Like she was ready.

Like she was eager.

Like round two wasn’t just happening, it was inevitable.

Rae, meanwhile, was jumping like a deformed pogo stick. No legs, mind you.

Just wildly flailing tentacles slapping against the floor to give him pathetic hops while he used four of them to cradle his poor goblin jewels like precious cargo.

"Fuuuck—my balls—!"

He screeched, eyes watering, green face contorted in agony. But pain or no pain, he tried to recover his stance.

Tried.

Because just as he got half a bounce in—

Wham.

She pounced on him from behind like a horny jungle cat, arms wrapping around his big mutated torso, breasts pressed against his back, and her thighs clamping around him like a vice.

"EEEK! Get off me, you crazy wench!" he shrieked like someone who just got surprise pegged.

He flailed, his tentacles squirming like angry noodles, trying to pry her off.

But she was locked in tight. And though she looked small, especially compared to his current hentai boss-level body, she was clinging on like a succubus possessed.

Which, technically, she was.

"Oh no no no, Rae," she purred, licking the side of his neck like he was a sweaty ice cream cone. "You made me feel things. Real things."

His whole body shivered.

"Now it’s your turn."

Rae took a double take on that.

’She can talk now!!!’

After becoming a succubi all she did was growl and smirk, not a word now.

Does this mean her blood was fully awakening now.

He lunged at her again, tentacles whipping, slapping, flailing with desperation and fury.

But she just slipped, fucking slipped, like she was made of oil.

Still clinging to his back, she twisted her body with a flexibility that defied logic and anatomy, rotating upside down like a damn demon gymnast.

Now her devilish face hovered just above his green goblin ass, while her silky thighs coiled around his neck like a clamp, yanking his head upward in a painfully awkward arch.

His spine popped. His eyes bulged. His jaw dropped.

’This bitch.’

He cursed, flailing like a sad little octopus stuck in a blender.

He had no real-life combat skills.

All he knew was how to thrust and cum.

Meanwhile, she moved like she’d trained in the ancient arts of sexual jiu-jitsu under a temple of horny monks.

He tried—oh, he fucking tried. Every tentacle on his body reached up, wrapped around her arms, her waist, her bouncy tits, her tight little thighs.

He tried to rip her off, tried to dislodge her, but she didn’t budge. Not even a bit.

She felt stronger. Way stronger.

Her skin glowed with raw lustful energy, that pink in her eyes shining like burning neon, her levels surging with every second.

That bloodline of hers was doing its dirty, filthy job. Awakened, empowered, and absolutely terrifying.

And then, without a whisper of warning, her hand reached down.

Grabbed his monster.

Wrapped around his thick, veiny, very alive cock and began milking it with the precision of someone who knew exactly what buttons to press and how hard.

His tentacles twitched. His mouth opened, but no sound came out.

It didn’t stop there.

Oh no.

Her other hand snuck lower. Slid over his trembling goblin cheeks. Spread them like opening a cursed book.

And then?

She poked.

Right on his forbidden door.

Just the tip of her finger teasing, pressing, threatening—like she was playing a game of "how much can I make you lose your dignity before I wreck your whole worldview."

And that, dear reader, was when Rae knew—

He was so fucked.

’This shit is so gaaay!’