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Nymphomaniac succubi misamo x demon hunter male reader

THE HUNTER'S BARGAIN (SMUT)

Succubus!Mina x Succubus!Momo x Succubus!Sana x Demon Hunter!Male Reader

AN: Oh God MISAMO Succubi! This story is probably one of my favorite to write hehe. Enjoy!💗

The ruins were quiet when you entered, sword drawn and senses alert. Moonlight painted silver streaks across the cracked altar, where offerings once lay for gods that no longer listened. Now, only whispers echoed here. Faint, feminine ones.

You weren’t surprised.

You’d been tracking demonic energy for weeks—always one step behind the trail of vanished men and melted sigils. But this… this felt like bait. And you, like a fool, walked straight into it.

The scent hit first—cloying sweetness, like roses laced with blood and something far more carnal. Lust. Heavy, oppressive, impossible to ignore.

And then you heard them.

A giggle. A breath. A sigh.

"You made it, hunter," came a smooth voice from the shadows, low and elegant, silk-wrapped steel.

Mina stepped into view first. Graceful. Regal. Wearing something sheer that clung like fog, her eyes unreadable but gleaming. Her horns curled like a crown, her tail swaying with lazy authority.

"We were starting to think you’d never come," said another voice—lighter, sing-song, with a mischievous lilt.

Momo lounged on the broken edge of the altar like it was her throne. Her smile was wide, eyes glittering with amusement. One of her legs swayed back and forth as if bored… or anticipating something delicious.

Then came the third.

"Don’t be mean, Momo," Sana cooed, stepping close enough that you had to grip your blade tighter. She was close—too close. Her fingers brushed your chest, and her smile was far too tender. "He came for us. He couldn’t resist."

You shoved her back.

"You’re demons," you snapped. "I don’t need a reason to kill you."

Sana didn’t even flinch. If anything, she looked delighted.

"Ooh… feisty."

Mina’s head tilted. "But we’re not here to fight, little hunter. We’re here to make a deal."

You scowled. "I don’t make deals with parasites."

"Then make an exception," Momo purred, slipping off the altar and circling behind you, breath warm against your ear. "We only want one night. Let us devour you, and we’ll tell you where the high demon is nesting. You’ll get your victory… and a taste of something sweeter."

Sana twirled a finger in your hair. "Just one night. No tricks. No bindings. Just you… and us."

You could lie to yourself and say you were resisting for justice, but your fists were clenched because your blood was burning. Their presence wasn’t just seductive—it was invading. Magic hummed through the air like the thrum of a drumbeat deep in your chest. Your skin tingled where their gazes lingered.

"I could snap your neck right now," you growled.

Mina stepped closer. "Then why haven’t you?"

You met her gaze. Her lips curled slowly. A cruel little smile.

"...Fine," you bit out. "But I want the truth. About the demon."

"You’ll have it," Mina said, lifting a hand and tracing a glowing rune in the air. It shimmered gold for a second, then burst into flame.

"The circle is sealed," she said. "Now you can’t run."

Momo giggled. "Not that you’ll want to."

Sana leaned into your side, fingers snaking beneath your jacket. "Let’s see what a hunter tastes like."

You reached for your blade again—but it was too late. The circle had sealed.

Their eyes glowed.

Your fate was sealed.

The rune-circle flared beneath your feet.

A blinding rush of heat surged through the stone floor like a living thing, humming up your boots, coiling around your calves, licking higher with each second—like a serpent made of magic. You staggered slightly as the sensation wrapped your thighs, your spine, until it reached the base of your neck and burrowed into your skin like a lover's breath.

It wasn’t pain.

It was possession.

You weren’t afraid—but you were definitely hard. Painfully, shamefully hard. The kind of arousal that made you feel hunted from the inside out. Like your own body had betrayed you the moment they looked at you.

And they knew it.

“Mm, what’s this?” Momo’s voice sing-songed behind you like the sound of wicked wind chimes. Playful, cruel, curious. She stepped into your space with no hesitation, arms coiling around your waist. Her nails dragged across your abdomen, trailing lower.

“All that bravado,” she purred, “but you’re already twitching for us.”

Her fingers traced the outline of your cock beneath your gear—blatant and bold—and you clenched your jaw, fighting the involuntary jerk of your hips.

“Tch—get off—” you growled, trying to twist away. But she only laughed, soft and breathy, and began mouthing at your neck. Her lips grazed skin like silk, then bit down hard enough to leave a mark.

You didn’t know if it was a threat or a kiss.

“Momo,” came Mina’s voice from the front of the room—slow, regal, honey poured over ice. “Don’t break the toy before we’ve unwrapped him.”

Her tone was light, but you heard the command in it. And Momo heard it too.

“Fine,” she said with a mock sigh, licking the shell of your ear one last time. “I’ll be gentle… for now.”

“He’s not a toy,” Sana whispered suddenly from your right.

You hadn’t even noticed her move closer. Her voice was reverent. Starving. One hand brushed your cheek with surprising softness, the other already working at the buckles of your armor—like she'd memorized the way you were put together.

“He’s ours.”

The chest plate hit the stone floor with a heavy clang, echoing like the toll of a bell.

Your breathing grew shallow as their hands moved in tandem—slow, methodical, and maddeningly intimate. Each strap unbuckled, each piece of leather peeled away felt like another wall crumbling. Bit by bit, they unmade your armor, not like enemies disarming a warrior, but like lovers undressing their prize.

You stood there—bare, hard, and surrounded.

Still, you glared at Mina. The last thread of control.

“This is what demons do, huh?” you hissed. “Trap and seduce?”

Mina stepped into your space, and your heartbeat spiked. Her presence was overwhelming. A woman born of dark royalty, magic bleeding from her skin like perfume. She raised her hand and touched your jaw, forcing you to meet her gaze.

“No, hunter,” she murmured, voice velvet-dark. “This is what you chose. You could’ve walked away. You wanted this. You wanted us.”

You hated how your knees almost buckled at her tone.

Her voice poured into your head like wine—warm, drugging, delicious—and you could already feel yourself sliding under. Trembling, not from fear… but from anticipation.

“You act like this isn’t what you’ve dreamed of,” Mina whispered, leaning in so close her lips brushed your ear. “Being touched. Worshiped. Ruined.”

Behind you, Momo laughed.

“Mina’s right. You’re so easy to read,” she giggled. “Wanna bet I can make you cum with just my mouth? I’ll edge you until you beg like a good little mutt.”

Sana’s arms looped around your chest like vines made of silk, pulling herself flush against your back. Her lips found the nape of your neck. “Don’t listen to her, baby. You don’t have to beg. I’ll give you everything. I’ll ride you until you cry for it.”

You shuddered as her nails raked down your torso—light, then rough. Every nerve was singing. The magic circle pulsed with your heartbeat, and somewhere deep in your soul, you knew this was more than just physical. They weren’t just touching you. They were claiming you.

Then Mina guided you backward. The altar was cold stone, but you barely felt it. Your mind was heat and heartbeat and the brush of her fingers against your thighs. She pushed your legs apart and knelt between them with the ease of a queen descending to claim her throne.

She looked up at you.

“Don’t look away,” she whispered.

You didn’t.

You couldn’t.

Her lips descended. Slow. Sinful. She didn’t dive in. She savored you. Her tongue dragged a long, deliberate stripe from the base of your cock to the tip, pausing to press a soft, reverent kiss there.

“You taste like anger,” she murmured, voice low and hot against your skin. “I’ll fix that.”

Then her lips wrapped around you, and you nearly lost it right there.

Her mouth was perfect. Warm. Wet. Unyielding. She took you halfway, tongue flicking beneath the head with practiced cruelty. Her throat contracted when you tried to buck. Her hands held your thighs down with elegant force.

“F-fuck…”

Mina smiled around your cock.

Before you could lose your mind, Momo straddled your lap. Her skin was flushed and golden in the firelight. Naked. Hungry. Her hips rocked in lazy, teasing circles against your thigh.

She grinned, watching Mina’s pace, then leaned close.

“She’s good, right?” she whispered. “But I’m better.”

Her fingers pinched your nipple, and you gasped, body twitching.

“You’ll really lose it when it’s my turn.”

You whimpered as Mina slid deeper, suction tightening, her throat working around you like velvet heat. Then—pop—she pulled off with a delicate gasp, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

And Momo shoved you down flat onto the altar.

“My turn~”

She didn’t waste time. Her body was all movement, all pressure. She rocked her soaked folds against your cock, coating you in her slick arousal. But she didn’t let you in. Not yet.

You tried to thrust up.

She smacked your thigh.

“Uh-uh,” she giggled. “Not until you beg. Say please, hunter. Say you need it.”

You growled, grabbing her hips, trying to wrest control—but she only smiled wider, like that was exactly what she wanted.

Then, without warning, she sank down. All of her. In one smooth, wet plunge.

Your head hit the altar with a groan.

“Oh fuck—”

“Yessss,” Momo moaned, rolling her hips. “That’s it. Stretch me. Fill me. Fucking use me.”

The rune circle throbbed with each thrust. Every movement echoed in your bones, magnified by the magic. You couldn’t tell where her heat ended and yours began.

From the edge of the altar, Sana watched with wide eyes and flushed skin, fingers buried between her thighs. Her voice was low, broken with breath. “You’re so beautiful like this. Ruined. Shaking. Desperate.”

Momo leaned down and bit your lip.

“Don’t finish yet,” she whispered, eyes glowing. “We’re not done with you.”

She pulled off, slick and gasping—and just when your orgasm threatened to snap—

Sana was there.

Her body coiled over yours like vines in bloom. She grabbed your wrists, pinned them down, and kissed you so hard you saw stars. Then she aligned herself—and slammed down onto your cock.

You choked.

“I need it,” she moaned, trembling. “I’ve needed you for so long.”

You tried to speak. To push her back. But she caught your face between her hands and rode you like you were the only thing keeping her alive.

“Mine,” she snarled. “You’re mine now.”

Her nails raked blood across your chest. Her pace was desperate—sloppy and perfect. She kissed you between every moan, her voice breaking.

“I’ll kill anyone who touches you,” she hissed, hips slamming into yours. “I’ll fuck you until you forget every other name but mine. You love this. You love me. Say it.”

You couldn’t.

You came.

Harder than you ever had.

Your body arched. Your scream echoed through the runes. And Sana collapsed against your chest, twitching through her own orgasm, sobbing your name like a prayer.

But the circle didn’t break.

Because Mina was already crawling over you again, her fingers glowing with summoned power.

“Oh no, hunter,” she purred, straddling your hips with slow grace. “We said one night…”

Her smile deepened.

“Not one round.”

The air reeked of sex, sweat, and something older. Darker. A magic that curled around your spine like smoke.

You should’ve been done. Spent. Empty.

But the circle pulsed again.

And Mina's voice cut through your haze like the whisper of a blade.

“Don’t fade yet, hunter,” she purred, her bare thighs straddling your hips again. Her cunt hovered just above your cock—still twitching, still hard. “We’re not even close to done.”

Your hands clenched against the stone.

“No,” you growled.

Mina raised a brow.

“No?” she echoed, amused.

You sat up fast, forcing Sana off your chest and catching Mina by the shoulders before she could mount you again. She gasped—just barely surprised—and you pushed her back, flipping her onto her back. For a moment, just a breath, you were in control. Your body moved on instinct, adrenaline cutting through the afterglow like a blade through silk.

“You think I’m just gonna lie here and let you use me?” you hissed, looming over her. “I’m not some toy for you to—”

Before you could finish, something snaked around your wrist.

You barely had time to look down before another slick, smooth appendage looped around your other arm—tightening—and then more coiled around your ankles, dragging your legs wide open.

“What the f—?”

They were tails.

Prehensile. Velvet-slick. Unbelievably strong.

Momo stood behind you, smirking as her long, shadowy tail wound around your chest like a rope, yanking you backward until your spine hit the altar. “Aw, you thought you had a choice?” she teased. “That’s cute.”

Her tail stroked your abs, down your hip, before sliding deliberately along your shaft. You twitched—still sensitive, still hard.

“You came once,” Sana whispered, her own tail curling around your thigh like a snake ready to strike. “That doesn’t mean we’re done.” Her voice dropped, trembling with need. “You’re still hard. Still leaking. Still ours.”

You thrashed against their grip, muscles burning with resistance. “Let me go.”

Mina leaned over you again, her tail slithering around your neck like a choker—tight enough to warn, loose enough to tease. Her hair brushed your cheek as she whispered:

“You can fight us all night, hunter. We like it when they struggle.”

Then you screamed—because three slick tails coiled around your cock.

Not tightly—perfectly. Stroking. Twisting. Teasing.

You tried to buck, but Momo's tail wrapped tighter around your chest, pinning you down. Sana climbed onto your chest, straddling your ribs as she kissed you with wild, open hunger. Her tongue tasted like sin. Her hands cradled your face like she was holding a holy relic.

“We’ll edge you for hours,” she moaned against your lips. “We’ll make you cum without ever touching you directly. We’ll break you, baby.”

Mina’s tail squeezed gently at the base of your cock while the tip rubbed lazy circles just beneath your tip.

“You’ll beg us to let you finish,” she whispered. “And we’ll still say no.”

You were panting now, head thrashing side to side. Your cock pulsed under their touch—every stroke, every squeeze, too much and not enough.

“You’re not ready to cum yet,” Momo sang. “Not until you’re crying. Not until you’re ruined.”

You shouted in defiance, hips jerking—only for their tails to tighten and stop you cold. One stroked your tip with obscene gentleness. Another dragged along the underside of your shaft, teasing your most sensitive spot.

It was hell.

It was heaven.

“I can feel it,” Mina whispered, mouth at your ear. “You’re close again, aren’t you? Already?”

You bit your lip. Blood beaded.

Sana cupped your face. “Let go,” she whispered. “Or don’t. Either way… we’ll make you ours.”

The rune-circle glowed brighter.

And your body betrayed you.

Your cock throbbed violently—but they stopped.

Everything stopped.

No stimulation. No release. Just that ache. That overwhelming, unbearable need.

You snarled, desperate, humiliated.

Mina laughed softly.

“Round three, then.”

Your breath came in ragged gasps. Sweat pooled beneath your back, chest heaving like you’d fought through hell—and maybe you had. But you were still hard. Still bound. The succubi’s tails slithered over your body like serpents of living silk, every twitch, every stroke a cruel tease.

Your cock was flushed, twitching, leaking—angry red and glistening under the altar’s glow.

“You’re such a mess,” Momo purred, crouching over you like a beast in heat. “All that fighting, and now look at you. Cock begging. Body shaking. And we’ve barely even started.”

She mounted you again—fast, without warning. You gasped as she slid down your length, wet heat engulfing you with a tight, greedy grip.

“Fuck—Momo—”

Her hips rolled smoothly, grinding against your pelvis in slow, intoxicating waves. Her hands flattened on your chest as she leaned over you, eyes locked to yours.

“But you don’t get to finish,” she whispered with a smirk.

Before you could respond, she lifted off. Pulled off. Her folds slicked your shaft, and your body screamed for release—but it never came.

You thrashed, moaning through your teeth.

“No—!”

Sana was already there to replace her. She was trembling with need, her thighs soaked, her mouth slack with hunger. She slid onto you slowly, her eyes fluttering shut with every inch she took.

“I need this,” she moaned. “I need to feel you inside while you suffer—while you belong to us.”

Her walls clenched around you in maddening pulses. You tried to thrust—anything to reach the edge she teased—but her tail coiled tighter around your hips, holding you still.

Then she moved.

Not with rhythm—but chaos. Wild, frantic, desperate bouncing that made you twitch on the brink of orgasm so violently, your vision blurred.

And then she stopped.

Pulled off.

Your scream echoed through the chamber—raw and animalistic.

“Please—fuck—”

“Not yet,” Mina cooed, brushing a lock of hair from your forehead. She wasn’t riding you. Not yet. Instead, she held a blade.

Not metal.

A curved, obsidian dagger that shimmered with demonic runes.

“You’re resisting again,” she whispered. “Let’s fix that.”

You didn’t even have time to flinch before she dragged the blade along your collarbone—slow, deliberate. It wasn’t deep, but it burned like fire. You howled, back arching off the altar as blood trickled down your chest.

Mina kissed the wound, moaning softly.

“First mark,” she whispered. “You’ll wear more.”

Another cut—your thigh this time. Momo ground down on your lap harder as she watched your skin split.

“Yes,” she moaned, licking her lips. “Scream for us again.”

And you did—another guttural cry as Mina carved a third mark over your ribs. Each wound bled slowly, the rune-circle glowing brighter with every drop.

Sana’s lips found your neck, and her fangs—small but razor-sharp—bit down.

You shouted, jerking beneath them.

“I want to hear more,” she growled against your skin. “You scream so sweet when we hurt you.”

They took turns again.

Momo climbed back on, hips pistoning in quick, furious thrusts. She rode you to the very edge—and then lifted off right before you could cum. Her tail wrapped tight around your shaft again, holding you in that painful, impossible place between ecstasy and agony.

Sana straddled your hips, her pussy so hot it burned. She rode you slow, her nails digging into your bloodied chest, every bounce making you twitch uncontrollably—until she stopped again, laughing when you sobbed.

“You want to cum?” she asked softly. “Then beg.”

But you couldn’t speak.

You couldn’t think.

Only Mina remained.

She stood at the edge of the altar, watching the carnage she orchestrated. Her body was flawless—lit by magic, glowing like a goddess of sin. She approached slowly, dragging her nails across your marked chest, letting your own blood paint her fingers.

“Your body’s almost broken,” she whispered. “But not yet. I want to see what happens when we ruin your soul.”

She sank down onto your cock—perfect, deliberate, inch by inch until her thighs met yours. And this time—she didn’t ride you.

She fucked you.

Hard.

Vicious.

Relentless.

Her tail wrapped around your throat. Momo and Sana’s tails returned to your shaft, pumping in rhythm with her thrusts, squeezing, teasing, stretching you beyond reason.

And you cried out—not just from pain. From desperation. From need.

You were right there.

So close.

But Mina leaned down, lips brushing your bloodied mouth.

“You’ll cum,” she whispered. “When we say you can.”

And then she stopped.

You weren’t sure how long it had been. The circle pulsed like a second heartbeat beneath you, raw magic binding your limbs, seeping into your skin, your bones. You were slick with sweat, streaked with blood, and your cock was still hard—red, twitching, aching like it might burst.

You had begged.

Once.

And they smiled when you did.

Now, Mina knelt over you again, her cunt glistening with your torment, her thighs trembling. She was soaked, ravenous, her eyes glowing bright as embers. Momo and Sana flanked you, each of their tails still wrapped around your cock, alternating soft strokes and brutal squeezes—every touch designed to edge, not release.

But something shifted.

You could feel it.

They were done teasing.

“You’ve lasted longer than most,” Mina whispered, cupping your face with a blood-slick hand. “But even you have limits.”

Her tail tightened around your throat, cutting off your words as she lined herself up with your cock and slammed down.

You choked—half on your breath, half on the heat of her. Her walls milked you instantly, dragging your swollen length into a velvet vice of pulsing, wet heat.

Momo’s mouth found your nipple, teeth grazing. Sana’s tongue traced one of your bleeding wounds, moaning like she was tasting something divine.

“You’re gonna cum for us now,” Sana whispered, straddling your face. “And we’re gonna drink every drop.”

You tried to resist.

But your body betrayed you again.

Your hips bucked.

Mina moaned, hard and loud, riding you with brutal purpose now—no rhythm, no grace, just pure, relentless use. Her hands pinned your shoulders, and the three of them moved in unholy harmony.

Momo’s tail squeezed the base of your cock, then pumped, twisting.

Sana’s thighs clenched around your face, dripping onto your mouth, her moans cracked and high as she grinded on your tongue.

Your vision blurred. Your body tensed.

And then—

“Now,” Mina snarled.

Your orgasm tore through you like a storm.

You screamed.

Loud. Raw. Unfiltered. It wasn’t just pleasure—it was exorcism. The first pulse of cum hit Mina deep, and she shivered, eyes rolling back.

The second didn’t go to her.

She pulled off just in time.

Momo was already there, mouth wide open, catching the next shot of your release with a lust-dazed giggle.

“Fuck yes—he tastes divine—”

Sana was next, lowering her mouth over your tip just in time to catch the third pulse. She moaned around you, eyes fluttering shut, tongue swirling.

“More,” she gasped. “More. Give us everything.”

You couldn’t stop.

Even if you wanted to.

Your cock kept twitching, kept shooting, your body convulsing under their worship.

Mina leaned down, catching the last strings of your cum with her tongue, licking up your length like it was sacred.

Then she smiled.

“You came,” she whispered. “Good boy.”

But they didn’t stop.

“Oh no,” Momo whispered, already climbing over your lap again. “We’re not done. Not until you're empty.”

You whimpered—yes, whimpered—as your over-sensitive cock was guided back inside Momo’s dripping, needy pussy.

And she rode you hard.

No warning. No buildup.

She bounced with wild, frenzied rhythm, her nails digging into your thighs as she fucked you past your own climax, using your twitching, spent cock like it was still hard.

But it was.

Somehow, impossibly, the circle kept you hard.

Sana sat on your face again, grinding with abandon, crying out as she came—once, then again—each orgasm drawing more energy from you.

Your arms wouldn’t move.

Your hips trembled uncontrollably.

And Mina?

She watched.

One hand between her thighs, the other drawing runes across your chest in your own blood.

“You’re ours now,” she said softly. “Drained. Broken. Marked.”

Momo screamed as she came again, soaking your lap, body twitching as she collapsed forward.

Sana followed next, twitching violently, her juices dripping down your chin.

And still… they wanted more.

Mina climbed on, once more.

Slow this time.

Cruel.

She fucked you with purpose—to leave her mark deep inside, to own your last ounce of energy.

You sobbed against her chest, unable to move, unable to stop the final orgasm being ripped from your soul.

You came again—dry this time, painful, shaking—and Mina came with you, her cry a chorus of power and corruption.

When she slid off you, your body collapsed.

Eyes glazed.

Chest heaving.

Cock soft, twitching, stained with cum and blood.

“Good boy,” Mina murmured, brushing your soaked hair back. “You gave us everything.”

“And we’ll take more,” Momo added, licking her fingers.

Sana kissed your cheek, soft and sweet, as you slipped into unconsciousness.

They were still wrapped around you.

Their marks bled softly.

And the circle glowed—sated.

For now.

You woke to darkness—thick and wet, like the inside of a mouth. The rune-circle had dimmed to a low, pulsating glow beneath your body, casting everything in a red sheen like dried blood under moonlight. You were lying on something soft now—pillows, fur, silk. A nest.

And they were still with you.

Mina’s body was curled at your side, her hand resting on your chest, fingers idly stroking one of the wounds she’d carved into you. Momo lay draped over your legs, her lips parted in sleep, still wet with your release. Sana’s arms were tight around your head, your face buried against her breasts, her breath soft against your ear.

You ached. Everywhere.

Your cock twitched—spent, raw, but already hardening again under their presence.

You swallowed, throat dry.

“…The Demon King,” you rasped.

Mina stirred.

“Hm?” she murmured, not opening her eyes.

“Our deal,” you said, more firmly this time. “You were going to take me to him.”

Momo giggled, not even bothering to sit up. “Aww, he remembers.”

“You made a pact,” you growled, trying to sit up—but your limbs felt heavy, wrapped in silk and tail. Even your voice lacked conviction. You could feel it—them—still inside you somehow. Still draining you slowly, inch by inch.

Sana kissed your temple, voice thick with honey and sleep. “Mmm. We said we’d take you after we had our fun.”

“This is our fun,” Momo added, licking your thigh.

You turned to Mina, anger barely keeping you coherent. “You lied.”

Finally, she opened her eyes. No guilt. Just that slow, dangerous smile you were learning to hate.

“We never lie, hunter,” she said sweetly. “We just leave things… unsaid.”

Her hand slipped lower, dragging a lazy finger down your stomach, to your cock—which, traitor that it was, was already standing again under their heat and scent.

“You really think the Demon King cares about you?” Mina whispered. “You think he’d let you touch him? You think he doesn’t already have a thousand slaves to bleed dry?”

Momo’s mouth wrapped softly around your tip, just a flicker of tongue. Enough to make you moan.

“You need us,” Sana whispered. “You belong to us.”

“No—” you groaned, trying to move, to pull away—but your arms were pinned by soft thighs, tangled tails, velvet kisses.

“You came so hard for us,” Momo giggled between licks. “Came so much. And you’ll keep doing it. Again. And again. And again.”

Mina leaned down until her lips brushed yours.

“Let us show you what forever feels like.”

You tried to resist.

But then—

Their tails bound you again. Ankles. Wrists. Throat.

Momo stroked you to full hardness with slow, devastating precision.

Sana kissed her way down your chest, licking over old wounds and new ones as her nails dug in again—marking you fresh.

And Mina—oh, Mina—straddled your chest and looked down at you like a goddess over a willing sacrifice.

“Don’t worry, hunter,” she whispered, lowering herself just over your face, her wet folds hovering, dripping. “We are the rulers you belong to now.”

Momo’s relentless rhythm never faltered, her breath hitching with each movement as she teased and taunted, spitting on your cock, slick and warm. Meanwhile, Sana’s hands left fresh marks on your skin, each scratch burning as she claimed you in her own way. And Mina, with a soft laugh, slid herself against your mouth, the heat of her pussy consuming you as you struggled beneath their control.

It hit you all at once: you were never going to escape. The mission, whatever semblance of it there was, was long forgotten. You had given up the fight, letting yourself sink deeper into their world. Three succubi, each with their own brand of temptation, had you. And you, helpless, let yourself fall into their grasp. They were far from done with you, each of them using you, bending you to their will. You didn’t know when—if ever—they would stop, and that uncertainty, that endless desire, kept you trapped in their cycle.

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