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Lately, Richard has been busy with family matters, running back and forth every day, forgetting that March is just around the corner.
With no time to find a bed partner and no desire to browse random websites, he's destined to face this breeding season on his own. Feeling irritated, Richard parked his car at the nearest bar.
"No choice, just a quick drink to help me sleep," he thought, pushing open the glass door. Today is a very important day for Florian, a member of the Sakazili branch of succubi—Coming of Age Day. Besides the full development of all their feeding organs, every succubus is granted permission to leave Kazdel on the day of their coming of age. Florian had long awaited this moment. The elders always told him about the many new and exciting things in Victoria, and with his insatiable curiosity, he had always wanted to see them. He couldn't wait to pack his bags and set off.
Florian was walking the streets of Victoria's wealthy district at night. He had been so overexcited during the day that he hadn't even planned where to stay for the night. Although he still had a fair amount of money, it was still a bit tight for a hotel in the wealthy area. Just as he was feeling troubled, he happened to pass by a bar.
"If I don't have money, can't I hook up with a rich man?" Florian instantly thought of his own advantages. He was a succubus, and trading a one-night stand for a night's accommodation made perfect sense. Not only would he have food and shelter, it was a win-win situation no matter how you looked at it.
As he pushed open the door, Florian was pleasantly surprised to find the air was faintly scented with Ferdia's signature pheromones. If it weren't for the succubus's superior perception, they might not have been able to detect it.
It seemed like the Devil had blessed him with a horny Ferdia instead of going home to get drunk. He could sleep well tonight.
"Sir, do you need any help?" Florian followed the faint scent of pheromones in the air and approached Ferdia. If you hadn't noticed the obscene, sexually suggestive gesture he made as he spoke, Richard might have considered him polite at first.
Florian finished his monologue without waiting for a response, and sat down across from Richard, who was drinking alone in a corner, as if they had known each other for years.
"I'm not interested in dirty people," Richard frowned at the unruly stranger he had just met. His tail slapped the cushions in displeasure, making a clacking sound. He didn't even want to look at this uninvited guest. He just glanced at him, said something dismissive, and raised the glass beside him to continue trying to numb himself with alcohol.
"You're such a pretentious person! You're so drunk you can't even hold back your pheromones, but you're still being stubborn."
"Don't be so cold. I'm just a succubus looking to fill my stomach. A little mutual assistance wouldn't be a bad idea, would it?" Florian, already overcome by the pheromones that surged through his head, wanted to execute the man right there and then. But this was Victoria. He might not only go without food, but also be barred from this convenient feeding spot forever. For the sake of his first meal and future sexual bliss, he opted for respectability.
Richard stared at the man before him in silence, expressionless for a long moment. Such a blunt scrutiny made Florian fidget, as if he were standing naked under a bright light. He pursed his lips, his hands clutching the corners of his clothes under the table. "
If you don't satisfy me, I'll have the butler throw you out," the slightly mysophobic young master struggled with his thoughts. On one hand, he hadn't experienced Ferdia's breeding season, which runs from March to June, alone since he became an adult. On the other hand, he was curious; he had always wanted to know what it felt like to have sex with a Sarkaz succubus.
At that moment, Florian sat obediently, naked, in the middle of the bed. He folded his arms around his legs, his head resting on his knees, his mind preoccupied with the thought of his inexperience in sex and the thought of accidentally pissing off the difficult young master.
"What are you thinking about?" Richard asked, arriving in the guest room after a shower. He saw Florian sitting in a daze on the bed, unresponsive even when Richard approached him. Feeling ignored, the young master reached out and grabbed Florian's face, forcing him to look at him.
"Ahahaha... you're here!" Florian was forced to look up, only then to see Richard's figure beneath his clothes. Contrary to his previous appearance of frailty, his clothes revealed a thin layer of abdominal muscles, a slightly voluptuous chest, and every line from head to toe brimming with life. Such perfect curves that Florian practically drooled.
He was lost in thought when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of two cocks between Richard's legs. Even worse, they looked quite large.
"Not only is he pretty, he's also rich and has a great figure. He really has it all."
"If you get distracted like this again, I'm going to throw you out of here." As soon as he finished speaking, Richard increased the strength in his hands, like a hunting snake, slowly strangling its prey.
"Don't dare," Florian waved his hand away.
He stopped talking to Florian. The alcohol and the stimulating hormones had left Richard's mind in a tizzy. All he wanted now was to pinch the man's waist and let his instincts take over.
Fortunately, Richard still had a shred of reason, and as his thoughts gradually returned, he tugged at his hair in frustration. He treated Florian with the utmost gentlemanly grace. Gently wrapping his arm around Florian's waist and cupping his head, Richard laid Florian flat on the soft bed. He retrieved the lubricant from the nightstand and reached between his hips, patiently preparing to dilate him.
When his hand touched his genitals, Richard's eyes widened, and he looked down, a look of shock written across his face.
It wasn't a penis as he'd imagined, but a perfectly white, hairless vulva.
"What's wrong? Don't you like what you see?" Florian asked with a smile, his gaze at Richard calmly.
"No... it was just a little unexpected," Richard said, pinching the soft white mons pubis. The ring on his index finger brushed against Florian's clitoris, causing his to let out a soft yelp.
Without waiting for him to recover, Richard immediately inserted a finger coated in fluid and began foreplay. The ring on his finger rubbed against the vaginal opening, causing tears to well up, bringing a hint of crimson to the corners of Florian's eyes. This was too much for him, a virgin. Every time his hand tickled the female vagina, a tingling sensation, like a tingling sensation, shot straight to his head. The electric pleasure gradually gathered in his lower abdomen, and soon he shuddered and squirted, reaching his first orgasm.
Richard raised an eyebrow playfully at his hand full of vaginal fluid, and without a word, he inserted his second finger.
The vagina, fresh from its orgasm, was still twitching, sucking two fingers in with excitement. The sight made Richard's breathing deepen, his hand movements becoming increasingly rough. Suddenly, he felt a thin membrane. The experienced young master knew exactly what it was.
"Can a succubus lose his first time?" he suddenly teased, a smile on his face.
Florian didn't reply, covering his flushed face with his hands, trying to pretend he was still reveling in the afterglow of his orgasm. But the crimson on his ears betrayed him.
This reaction delighted Richard. He pulled out his fingers and slapped the man beneath him vigorously, the ring on his finger once again grinding against the erect nipple. Florian's back straightened, his legs trembling uncontrollably. A sweet, lustful moan escaped his lips. The soft, milky white labia were engorged and red from the slap, and the pink opening still oozed pitifully.
The dazzling color contrast jarred his vision. Though he longed to plunge his penis in immediately, mercilessly robbing the succubus of his virginity, he only had two fingers. If he didn't want to get stuck in between them, he had no choice but to continue the foreplay.
Richard exhaled, tucking the hair that fell from his eyes behind his ears. With the clear fluid coating his crotch, he inserted three fingers directly into his.
"Stop, it's itchy inside!" Suddenly, with a sudden burst of brute force, Florian pushed Richard down. He was now completely in the mood, the succubus's instinct for pleasure clamoring through his mind. The burning sensation in his lower abdomen made him lose all reason. He placed one of the cocks against his vagina and sat down.
However, just as the tip was in, Florian burst into tears of pain. The pain barely brought him back to his senses. He couldn't continue, and the dilemma he felt was driving him crazy.
Richard sighed, straightened up, and quietly leaned over to Florian. One hand clasped Florian's waist, while the other, still engaged, kept penetrating him, slipping in two more fingers, continuing the foreplay he'd left unfinished a while ago.
Florian groaned dazedly at the foreign sensation of his fingers entering him. With his head spinning, he saw Richard pressing in, assuming he was seeking a kiss. Without a second thought, he whimpered and pressed his lips against his.
Richard never engaged in the intimate act of kissing with his bedmates, after all, it was a mutual pleasure; yet, for some reason, he kissed Florian back.
"Those lips are so soft!" Richard pecked Florian's lips lightly, then thrust his tongue into his mouth. His deft tongue tip licked the flesh of his tongue without hesitation, their entanglement creating a watery sound that struck Florian's eardrums. Completely inexperienced in kissing, he could only passively accept the assault. His helpless, gaping mouth couldn't contain the saliva, which slowly dripped everywhere. Florian felt like he was completely drowning in the experience Richard was giving him.
Just before he passed out from lack of air, Richard finally released Florian's swollen mouth. As they parted, a thin, erotic thread stretched between them.
"You're not even going to be this your first time, are you?" Richard couldn't help but laugh at Florian's breathless mouth.
"It's none of your business," Florian said, ashamed of his succubus's inexperienced reaction. He turned his head away, his cheeks reddening as he tried to hide it.
"It won't be your first time soon anyway," Richard said, pulling his fingers away. He then began to rub and pinch the round, soft buttocks, feeling incredibly good. He couldn't stop, but Florian was only troubled by the sensation. The more his buttocks were rubbed, the more noticeable Richard's penis remained inside him.
Seeing his hesitate, instinct once again overtook him. Florian suddenly lowered his waist, his penis completely inserted, tearing through the fragile hymen and plunging straight into the cervix. The other penis, still unswallowed, made intimate contact with the erect clitoris. Almost instantly, he trembled and reached the peak of pleasure again. The flesh walls, contracting violently in orgasm, seemed like a small mouth tightly clamping around the penis within, sometimes sucking it in. At the same time, a stream of warm liquid gushed out from within, spraying directly onto the glans. The double stimulation made Richard unable to resist a few carefully suppressed gasps, almost surrendering.
He clenched his teeth, his eyes blazing with desire. Is this a succubus? It was not only hot, tight, and full of juices inside.
Richard didn't care whether Florian was ready or not. He grabbed Florian's waist and began to fuck him. Each stroke seemed to penetrate his stomach, and he pulled out and then plunged in and out, without any tenderness.
"Wait, wait a minute... wuuuu... you bastard..." Florian frantically clung to Richard's back, afraid he'd fall backward from the jolting. He couldn't help but scream and moan, throwing away all his shame. His legs, hanging by his sides, trembled weakly with the rhythm of the thrusts, his toes clenching suddenly when he hit a sensitive spot.
Richard narrowed his eyes, feeling the increasingly excited, spasming vagina, and couldn't help but increase his speed. He knew Florian was about to orgasm again. A virgin, unlike an experienced prostitute, had no skills and could only suck and suck, unabashedly expressing his most primal desires.
"Ah no... ah! I'm coming again..." Florian held the woman's shoulder with one hand and supported himself on the bed with the other. His breasts were slightly drawn together by his position, swaying erotically with the movement of his body.
Soon, he screamed and came, and Richard, too, gasped for breath as he clenched his fists, his cum leaking inside him.
Florian, exhausted from the repeated orgasms, collapsed into Richard's arms, nearly exhausted. But he hadn't rested long before he felt two round things pressing against his well-fucked vagina.
"Why are they hard again? No, they're not going in!" Florian flinched, his hands frantically pushing against Richard's chest, but his entire body was shaking violently. This didn't help at all, and even seemed to be a bit of a cowardice.
"Don't resist, you'll like it," Richard said, grabbing his hands and, with a slight push, pinning Florian to the bed.
His single eye widened in fear, he looked down at the two cocks about to penetrate his vagina, instinctively struggling, whimpering incoherently.
Richard saw Florian's reaction clearly, but he still shoved both cocks inside without mercy.
The moment he penetrated, Florian's vision went blank. Freshly virgin, he couldn't handle the ordeal. He cried out incessantly, tears and saliva coating his face, his eyes rolling upward, his nipples hard and bloodshot.
Seeing Florian's overreaction, Richard finally felt a pang of conscience and paused. He wiped the tears from his man's eyes, then leaned down to kiss him gently.
Florian, gradually recovering, obediently returned the kiss. Honestly, he quite enjoyed the feeling of kissing; it felt like his mind was melting.
In a trance, Florian caressed his slightly swollen belly and blurted out, "It's all in here..."
Richard stared intently at Florian's hands rubbing his abdomen, unsure if they were intentional or not, as they always managed to tease his sanity with precision.
Richard made a tentative move, only to find that this thrust had Florian crying out, arching his back and kicking his legs involuntarily. His vagina was agitated and passionate, not only wrapping the two penises tightly, but also dropping down excitedly when it reached the cervix, his desire for semen almost frantic.
"As expected of a succubus, a species born for sex, no matter how much they play, they can't be ruined, as if they can tolerate any unreasonable demands," he thought, without stopping the movement of his waist, opening and closing the constantly contracting vagina.
"Ah!... I'm gonna get pierced, ahhh..." With every thrust, Florian shuddered, his back tensing. The surging pleasure threatened to overwhelm him, his hands helplessly clutching the sheets beneath him.
However, just as he was about to reach the peak of pleasure, Richard suddenly and maliciously stopped.
"Move... Why don't you continue..." Florian, bewildered by his actions, instinctively bent his waist, but Richard stopped him.
"I'm a little tired, can you go slower?" Richard said, putting on a face of grievance without any guilt.
Florian nodded blankly, unsuspecting.
Richard, having received permission, laughed inwardly. This was too easy to fool.
He placed his hands beside Florian, gently closed his eyes, and continued to move his waist slightly.
Accustomed to rough treatment earlier, the sudden gentleness left Florian tingling. This gentle thrusting wasn't enough to bring him to climax, and soon his mind began to wander.
As he looked at Richard's face, he marveled again at how such a perfect face could be. The look now, saturated with lust, was a completely different sight from the aloof expression they'd first seen. His fluttering eyelashes felt like feathers, caressing Florian's heart.
Suddenly, Richard's gentle movements gave him a deep, hard thrust.
"Mmm! You!... Ahhh!" The thrust hit Florian's cervix directly. Because Richard's penis was slightly curved upward, it not only protected the cervix but also hit a sensitive spot. Florian cried out in arousal, his lower body loosening, and he uncontrollably gushed forth another stream of sexual fluids.
Richard smirked at him, a smirk of triumph on his face.
Three shallow strokes, one deep, and so on, Florian didn't last long this time. One of Richard's deep thrusts brought him to a climax, convulsing and rolling his eyes.
Richard reveled in the throes of Florian's vaginal orgasm, finally cumming completely into his womb.
Florian, nearly fainting from exhaustion, looked up to find him still incredibly erect.
"No, no! I'm so full, I can't take any more!" Florian was nearly crying, exhausted, bloated, and driven mad by the relentless orgasm, his distinctive Sarkaz horns and tail clearly visible.
"No, turn around, let me use your thighs," Richard soothed, caressing his face. His tone was a mixture of gentle coaxing and deceit, his face filled with pleading, his eyes brimming with innocence.
Staring at him with such a beautiful face, Florian lost all hope of resistance. He obediently turned around, raised his hips high, and pressed his still-trembling legs together.
"Hold it tight," Richard leaned over and whispered in Florian's ear, causing him to shudder slightly. He resisted the urge to penetrate the slightly gaping flesh and instead inserted his penis into the small triangle formed by the thighs and pubic area, pumping in and out slowly and steadily.
His clitoris, erected by desire, was rubbed mercilessly by the two penises, the sharp pleasure making Florian wet uncontrollably. With each thrust of Richard's hips, his unclosed vagina pressed against his attacker's abdomen, drenching it with love juices and drawing out thin strands of liquid as they parted.
As if sensing his desire, the man behind him would "accidentally" slide his thrusts across the throbbing vagina, throbbing with desire.
"Oooooh... It's so itchy inside... Come in... Please!" Florian reached down to his private area, using two fingers to part the reddened labia, further exposing the visibly aroused opening.
The erotic scene before him sent Richard's blood surging to his lower abdomen. He lost control, grasping Florian's hand and thrusting furiously, his thrusts so powerful that the man beneath him thought he was about to be torn apart. Unable to resist, Florian groaned as he once again accepted the double penetration, the man behind him seemingly controlling him. Every time Florian's legs gave way to exhaustion, Richard would tug back, punctuated by a fierce, deep thrust. This type of fucking soon left him completely exhausted, his eyes blurring, and he began to gushed uncontrollably.
His sensitive vagina eagerly absorbed the two cocks that alternately pounded his cervix, the juices gushing from the junction some frothing into foam, while some dripped onto the sheets, staining the milky white fabric with dark stains.
Finally, Florian lost consciousness and slumped headfirst into the soft bed.
"My name is Richard, Richard Sterling. What's yours?"
"...Florian Brand."
"How about you stay here from now on? This card is free to use," he said, pulling out a black card.
From then on, word spread among the upper class that the young master of the Sterling family was accompanied by a male agol.