Captured resistance fighters

Amber led Lily by the shoulders into the reception hall. As only fitting for the most-commonly-seen room of the building from which the world was run, the hall was a vast structure, with a ceiling high enough up to be almost invisible, and a central column-lined hall wide enough to fit fifty people shoulder to shoulder.

Scores of women were milling around the hall. Lily recognized some of her human sisters among them, but most were unfamiliar to her, various figures of global importance here for the big event. At the back of the room was a colossal structure resembling a throne, though its size and padding made it more like an unusually large bed, where Lily could see her mother sitting.

To somebody immune to the pheromones and magical aura of a powerful succubus, Asmodia would be astonishingly human looking- a bit taller than any human woman but not much, with pale flawless skin and slightly curly chin-length white hair. As an eternal ageless being, she didn’t look much older than her daughters, and in particular she and Elizabeth could have easily passed for twins.

Of course, no beings with such immunities existed, even Lily felt her body heating up a bit in her mother’s presence. To anyone else, Asmodia would have an impossible magnetism to her, an aura that whispered fantasies in your ear of utter submission, of letting her use you as her breeding stock. Amber led Lily up to Asmodia and their mother gave them a wide smile, gesturing to the three smaller cushioned seats attached to the side of her throne, one of which already held Amber.

“Welcome distinguished guests” Asmodia said, her voice loud and clear across the entire room as Lily and Amber sat down. Lily could hear Amber snickering at how their mother’s very voice had caused just about every woman in the room to start dripping. “As you all know, we’re gathered here today to celebrate my dear daughter Lily, who has at last reached the age to join myself, Elizabeth, and Amber as your goddesses, your rulers, and your owners. Until she has a world of her own to rule, you are to treat her as you would treat any of us”.

Lily smiled shyly as hundreds of eyes turned on her. She knew she was far more powerful than any of these women of course, but it was still a little overwhelming to have the attention of all of them at once.

“Now by our most recent counts,” Asmodia continued “around a quarter of the women on the planet have been fully claimed, with most of the rest eagerly awaiting having your minds melted with bliss… but there are some who would think to resist us, who cause trouble and are the reason this celebration has been postponed in the past. Fortunately, I’m happy to announce that the particular rebels responsible for those delays have been captured, and will soon be paying for their actions by being used to satiate our needs…”

With another gesture from Asmodia, a pair of doors opened to the side, and immediately Lily’s eyes became pinpricks. Succubi could sense fertility, and Lily had just caught the strongest feeling of it she ever had. Her already sensitive cock, made so much more needy by hedonic oil, immediately wrenched up, almost smacking into her chest.

Lily could hear her mother talking more, but she couldn’t concentrate on it as she saw the eight women being paraded into the room. Stripped naked and bound in chains, the captured anti-succubus rebels were a lot more upset about their nudity than Lily was used to, as neither she nor any of her family ever bothered with much in the way of clothes. Lily’s senses immediately identified the one who was so incredibly fertile.

She was stunning, her short black hair’s utilitarian cut simply bringing out the beauty in her anguished face. Her breasts were a little smaller than Lily’s own, but just large enough she could surround Lily’s cock with them, and they were just so soft looking that Lily knew she’d cum her brains out if she could get that woman’s cleavage around her… her hips were wide and thick, each of her massive unblemished ass-cheeks larger than her head, and it was hard to tell where they ended and her equally thick thighs started. As she was turned towards Lily, the succubus could see her meaty plump labiae. Lily’s senses told her very clearly how incredibly easy it would be to breed her.

Though she had dreamed of it, taking a truly resistant woman was something Lily had always worried she lacked the nerve to do, but right now she wasn’t thinking about her new obsession’s desires at all. Lily’s inflamed desires were all that was important, her succubus instincts to conquer and breed were overwhelming. A thick, soft body like that was just built for hard poundings by massive cocks.

Lily was panting, her face red. She didn’t even know the woman’s name, and it didn’t matter, her utter need was far more primal than that. She couldn’t rest until her cock was buried to the base, until she’d cum so much in the ex-rebel-soon-to-be-****’s womb that Lily physically couldn’t go on. The fire in Lily’s veins was too much for anything less than that.

“See something you like, Lily?” Her mother’s voice calling her name finally brought Lily’s attention back, if only for a moment. She was harder than she’d ever been before, flushed, her thoughts turning to nothing but sex. Lily felt like an animal in heat, living to fuck and drown herself in bliss. “You’re welcome to join us in claiming these bitches”.

Amber grinned at her younger sister. She recognized the effects of hedonic oil mixed with the crazed state sensing high fertility could drive a pent-up succubus to, she loved having her mind go into a state where nothing but her own pleasure could ever matter to her and found the idea of her beloved little sister being reduced to a rutting bull adorable. “Go on Lily,” Amber encouraged, “It’s your celebration after all, we should let you have the first pick…”

Elizabeth shared a look with Amber. To any woman but a succubus, Lily letting go of her restraints and losing sight of everything but her own needs would be either arousing or terrifying, to her demonic sisters, it was heartwarming and something they hoped they could see more of from their sister.

Lily practically growled in need. Normally, she’d have been incredibly touched, and thanked her sisters profusely for quite some time, but she only barely registered their words. “Her” she choked out, pointing at the girl with short black hair. “Here. Now”.

From up close, her scent of fertility drove Lily even wilder. The girl was crying, straining against the servants bringing her up to Lily, but it just made the succubus twitch harder, imagining how good that wiggling and straining would feel when she was buried deep inside, how beautiful the girl’s moans would be even if Lily had to pound her brains into mush to get her to make them.