CHAPTER 118: STRETCHING A SUCCUBI HOLE WIDE!

Rae slithered one of his slick, pulsing tentacles down between her legs, the tip brushing against the drenched lips of her leaking pussy.

She was soaking, heat radiating off her folds like she was ready to burn through whatever touched her.

Slowly, deliberately, the tentacle pushed in.

Her walls clenched instantly, sucking it in greedily, rippling around the intruder like they were trying to trap it, devour it, claim it for good.

And Rae knew, just from the way her eyes locked onto that tentacle with unblinking hunger, she wasn’t going to stop there if he let go.

If he gave her even an inch of freedom, she’d turn this into a feeding frenzy.

He wasn’t stupid.

No way in hell was he letting her out of the hold. Not now.

Not when she was looking at his tentacle like she’d rip it off just to suck it down her throat.

"Grhhh... Let me go! I will suck! I will devour it completely! Let me go!"

Her voice came out warped now. Like two voices speaking at once.

One hers—desperate, dripping with lust—and the other deeper, more ancient, slithering out of her throat like something unholy had taken up residence.

It sounded like a ghost crawling out of a speaker. Like a possession mid-climax.

Rae kept smiling. Calm. Almost polite.

"Don’t worry, dear lady succubi. I’ll let you go now..."

He said it like he was scared. Like he was surrendering.

Succubus Lyra laughed, breathless and thrilled. Her glow pulsed brighter, the pink in her eyes flaring.

"Yes. That’s a good boy. Now take this tentacle out of me and release me!"

Her voice dripped with command. Confidence. Hunger.

But Rae wasn’t shaking because he was scared.

He was smiling because he was about to wreck her.

"But I wasn’t done talking, my lady..."

Her head snapped back, hair whipping around, eyes glowing like molten glass.

"What do you have to say?"

"That I’ll let you go... after I’m done with you, you stupid bitch."

And with that, Rae rammed the tentacle in—deep. No mercy. No pause.

Her body jolted. Back arched. A sharp gasp tore out of her throat as her slick walls tightened hard around the intrusion.

Another burst of divine nectar spilled out, dripping down on to the floor.

She clenched her teeth, eyes squeezed shut for just a second—then snapped them open again, glowing brighter, wilder, glaring at him like she could rip his soul out with just her stare.

"You think this is going to defeat me?"

Rae leaned forward, his grin wide, cocky, cruel.

"Of course not. A real succubi like you? One tentacle won’t cut it. You need to be stuffed full. Every hole. Multiple dicks, constant pressure."

He tapped his head with one tentacle.

"And lucky for me... turns out I come with a full damn arsenal."

Her expression dropped.

The glow in her eyes flickered.

She looked down, at her own spread, pinned position, then back up at him. Panic creeping in.

Her aura started to swell again, trying to summon something darker, stronger.

But Rae wasn’t having it.

"Nuh uh. Not gonna let you do that, you bitch."

Before her magic could surge, Rae’s other tentacles coiled tighter around her limbs, pulling them wider, locking her in place like she was tied to a living rack.

Rae slammed another tentacle straight into her backdoor, thick and relentless.

Her eyes shot open, then rolled all the way back, mouth wide as a guttural moan tore out of her throat.

Her body bucked hard, but the hold didn’t loosen. She wasn’t getting away.

The tentacle pushed deep, slow, deliberate, filling her completely until it reached her farthest depths and just stayed there—pulsing, twitching, locked in place like it was claiming territory.

She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing. Drool slid from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her chest.

Her arms trembled, legs still locked wide, and for a brief second her expression melted into helpless pleasure.

But Rae wasn’t done.

By the time she blinked back into focus, another slick tentacle had slithered back down between her thighs, joining the first already stretching her soaked pussy.

Two now. Thick. Hot. Pumping her slowly.

The folds stretched wider, her poor kitty clenching desperately, fighting but failing to keep its shape.

If Bryce had been standing there, watching, he might’ve made a joke about diving in for a swim. That’s how wide she was spread now—ruined, dripping, reshaped around Rae’s invading limbs.

And it was only the beginning.

Rae tightened his grip, eyes narrowing.

He couldn’t lose focus now.

’I have to tame her before she breaks free.’

’Even if I’ve gained resistance to her Life Drain touch, the others won’t survive it.’

’One tap, and they’ll be corpses.’

If she got loose, if she escaped this tent and walked out into the open—

Everyone would die.

No one else could handle her now.

Rae could feel it in every twist of her hips, every tremor in her core.

Her level had to be at least 150. A full-blown succubus queen. And if he didn’t dominate her here and now—

She’d become unstoppable.

Yes, the power scaling was absolute bullshit right now, but Rae couldn’t deny what he was dealing with.

She was a succubus, a race that didn’t need cultivation manuals or technique scrolls.

They grew stronger by lust alone. Straight-up arousal was their resource.

If holy ginseng was what cultivators relied on to ascend, then pure, concentrated lust was the sacred elixir for succubi.

And right now, Rae was giving her more than just a sip.

He was feeding her a whole damn banquet.

Her body soaked in the stimulation, absorbed it like a sponge, stored it, and then amplified it back into raw combat power.

With every twitch of his tentacles, every leak of his cock, every pulse of divine fluid inside her, she was getting stronger.

More resistance. More speed. More magic.

If he let this go on for even a few more minutes, she’d cross into another tier altogether.

Succubi were apex predators when it came to lust-based hierarchy.

No matter how powerful someone was in brute force, if they belonged to a non-lust race, they were done.

Human, elf, dwarf, demon—it didn’t matter. If you couldn’t feed her the right energy, she wouldn’t care about your level. You were nothing to her. Less than prey. Just fuel with a heartbeat.

And if you could feed her, like Rae was doing right now, you’d be broken down in seconds.

You wouldn’t last.

Rae’s body was already feeling the backlash. Just from that one careless moment, her fingers brushing his tentacle, he had exploded, completely unprepared.

The orgasm had hit him like a hammer to the spine. No foreplay. No warning. Just touch and boom.

But it wasn’t one time either. He was done cumming by that point.

Now imagine that touch mixed with her vampire side.

Life Drain. The ability to suck the life essence straight out of you while you’re climaxing.

Not just pleasure. Instant death. It was a combo that didn’t just make you collapse, it made sure you left a beautiful corpse.

It didn’t matter what bloodline you had. High elf with mana-rich blood, dwarven tank with stone-like skin, beastkin with natural resistance. None of it helped.

If she touched you in that state, you’d cum your soul out and drop dead at the same time.

Except, of course, goblins.

They were the outlier. Ranked second in the entire lust hierarchy, right behind succubi themselves.

Not because of elegance or charm. Just raw, relentless libido. No shame, no limits, no sense.

They were walking erections with muscle memory.

The only race that could even come close to enduring a succubus without instantly collapsing into a puddle of milk and regret.

Rae grinned.

Maybe that was why he was still standing.

Maybe that was why he was still holding her down.

Still thinking clearly enough to suppress her without blacking out.

Maybe he was the only one who could do this.

He was half-goblin, after all.

Then his smile vanished.

He remembered.

He had died. Just a while ago. That same woman—no, that same monster—had touched him and he straight-up died.

Soul left his body. Saw the Grim Reaper. Had a full-on death experience.

It was only because the Reaper was in a good mood, that he’d came back.

Even with his goblin blood, he had been no match.

She was too dangerous.

Way too dangerous to be left around the heroes. One wrong move and she’d wipe them all out without even breaking a sweat.

They didn’t stand a chance. If she broke loose in a battlefield, it wouldn’t be a fight, it would be a massacre soaked in sex and blood.

But Rae had a different idea.

If he could tame her right now, control her, bind her hunger to his command, he could point her at the goblin army instead.

That was the plan. He had already thought it through.