A Clash of Titans

Welcoming Momonga’s legendary beast into its cozy new home, a film of resistance and a shallow gasp signaled the end of the succubus’ virginity. Any pain she might have experienced, instantly washed away as an extra dose of incubus pheromones spilled directly into her bloodstream, compassionately adding an extra layer of pleasure for her patience and restraint.

Taking a moment to orient herself, she dutifully resumed her pilgrimage, accepting her Lord and Savior Momonga into her heart {and womb}. Taking her time and savoring the delicacy that her body had hungered for all her life; how her insides stretched to accommodate her beloved’s girth, how his warmth filled her like a roaring hearth.

Only stopping when her plump peaches came to rest atop muscular thighs, confusion clouding her mind as she tried to comprehend why her legs were refusing to move. Seeing that the cause of was from taking all that her Lord had to offer, within her psyche, Pride had purposely barged in and knocked nervousness right off the mental stage.

“L-lord Momonga… so full, so big inside! Nnnnnnnh!” {The revelation pushing her over the edge to yet another bout of carnal release.}

She began to slowly rise and fall on Momonga’s dick, taking him into her as deeply as she could before slowly withdrawing, giving little soft moans of pleasure with each drop. She kept her eyes closed and smiled radiantly.

Beneath her Momonga struggled to maintain his supernatural composure. Succubi vs. Incubi. A clash of two irresistible forces. Not even the totally one-sided power dynamics of their relationship could fully cap the bewitching allure of a fallen angel and defiler of men.

She felt hot and tight enough to craft diamonds yet a never ending torrent of magical lubricant let him pull in and out with minimal effort. Every motion felt like a dozen pairs of lips worshiping his cock all at once with the intention of coaxing every drop of fluid from his body! Truly, the legends of succubi devouring the souls of men were not without merit! He needed to take charge of the situation lest he fall into her pace!

“Albedo.” he called to her as dignantly as he was able, drawing her undivided attention even as her hips continued to bounce her body up and down his length of their own accord. “Tell me, are you prepared to serve me with all of your loyalty and passion, not simply as Overseer of Nazarick, but as only a lover knows how?”

“Mmh~! My Lord, in all the Nine Realms there is no greater pleasure than your touch! No feat or accomplishment more glorious than your favor! And no treasure more coveted than your affection! There is not a sane woman alive or dead who would reject such an offer! My only regret is that there is but one of me to offer you, my love.” A shimmer of irrational shame and inadequacy tainting her enthusiasm by the end.

“Oh? If you are so eager to watch “yourself” get taken by me for the first time, then that can most certainly be arranged.” Chuckling mischievously as he imagined the fun they {would} could have with the Treasury’s Guardian.

“In the meantime, perhaps this,” Swinging out an arm for dramatic effect, the chamber was instantly filled with imaginary clones of {his first conquest} the succubus watching them with obvious arousal and jealousy. “Would satisfy your fantasies for the moment.”

Rising from his seat, he cradled his dazed lover and turned around so that he might rest her back on the lavish throne. A pair of phantasms flanking them, whimpering longingly and “wishing” for something better than their fingers to please themselves with.

“Ah! Lord Momonga!” she protested {LOVINGLY, LUSTFULLY, Devotedly, Shocked, Joyously, Proudly, Naughty-}. “Only you, the Supreme Master of Nazarick, are worthy of sitting upo-AAH~N!” Her conflicted dissent forgotten as Momonga used his newfound leverage to thrust his entire length inside her warm chamber in one powerful motion.

“I shall be the judge of what is or is not appropriate!” he stated, hammering his hips against hers with forceful, steady lunges that rocked his mate’s jiggling body from her cascading hair to her curled dainty feet. “If I desire to make love to a beautiful woman then who has the audacity to dispute where or when I may do so?”

“A-as you say! Lord Mo~monga~h!” Not-so-secretly thrilled by just how taboo and erotic she found the act.

*Written by Lawless