Demon's heart

[Author's note: Sorry, I actually forgot to add the two new skills he got in the last chapter. So here they are:]

New Skill: Guardian, passive, Level 1
Every time someone takes a hit that was meant for you, the damage recieved by that attack is reduced by 1% per level of this skill (compounding). The gained damage reduction cannot exceed your Charisma (as a percentage value)

New Skill: Chain of command, Level 1
Every time you give a command to your party member(s), you may activate this skill. They become 23% more likely to follow the command. Their actions recieve a boost in all attributes used for the action. The boost equals 23% of your value in the used attribute.
Note: The cost of this skill is 250 mana. It is reduced by the relationship value the target has to you. If the command is given to multiple targets, the worst one is applied.
Note: The number 23 results from your charisma attribute.

[And now imagine you have read them in the last chapter already, the new one starts here:]

It was late afternoon as John walked towards his room and heard something else from the room next to it. It was quiet, but he managed to focus on it. He didn't know whose room it was, so peeking inside couldn't hurt, just to see if everything was okay, of course.

However, the person he found was not a hero. Nor was it a human, actually. Layklé lay on a bed in a room exactly like his and had her face buried in a pile of pillows. She cried.

John was uncertain if he should go further inside and talk to her or if the right thing to do would be to leave her alone. Before he could decide on this, fate did it for him. A sound of breaking glass from the lower floor made the succubus look up and right at him.

"Oh, ehm, hey Layklé. I was just checking on you to see if everything was okay." He tried to talk over the fact how he must have looked like a creep, standing there looking through the half opened door.

"Oh great. Has it not been enough to **** me? Do you need to see me suffer now? Well congratulations, you won. You made your point clear. I can't fight you. So please, just let me rest a bit before you use me for whatever your sick plan is." She burst out, surprising John.

If she would have said these words before, he wouldn't have believed her, but the pain in her voice as well as the tears that just didn't stop flowing from her eyes completed the picture of someone truly broken. Her arms were hanging down next to her, her body, only covered by the blanket John assumed, was sunken together like a beaten piece of meat. Even the small wings, that since yesterday peeked over her shoulders were hanging down her sides.

All of those things made it hard for John not to believe her. "Layklé... I..." But just because he believed her didn't mean he knew what to say. "I don't want you to suffer. I understand if you don't believe me, but I don't want to **** you either." He had a hard time finding the right words, especially without knowing what exactly tortured her. He decided to give her time to say something.

"John?" She asked after almost a minute of quiet sobbing.

"Yes?" He smiled at her, trying to make her more comfortable to speak.

"Am I ugly?" This caught him off guard.

"Ehm, no, I mean, you're a succubus right? Can you even be ugly? 'Cause you're not!" This was going poorly. Her face grew dim.

"I guess... I must be a pity to look at for someone who could have any succubus." John stopped her self pity with a new found strength in his voice.

"Listen, Layklé, unlike you, I have not seen many succubi, so I can't compare you to them, but you have to believe me if I tell you that you are everything but ugly. Honestly, if you wouldn't have tried to use mind control on me back when we first met, I would have fucked you on the spot just for your looks. Honestly, if I wouldn't die from it, I would fuck you every free second. It is ridiculous that you even think that you are not absolutely perfect looking, and I wouldn't want any other succubus. Why would I? I already have the best one on my team." John admitted a bit more than he had intended, but he trusted his gut feeling that it was the right thing to do.

And apparently it was, because Layklé, while still having tears rolling down her cheeks, smiled for a second. Even if she instantly hid it behind the pillow which she pressed in her face again.

"Come on now. What happened, Layklé? I promise to help you, if you tell me what's wrong." He put a hand on her shoulder. "Let me make up to you what I did," he added, which was rewarded with her slowly letting the pillow sink.

She had the biggest puppy eyes John had ever seen. "You will take responsibility? Really?" She sounded too hopeful, so John knew that it was a bad idea, but he had to agree anyway. After all, he had **** her out of her dimension into a new and strange one, even if she wanted to stay here apparently.

"Yes. Just tell me what's wrong." He gave her shoulder an affirmative squeeze.

"Alright mister. Take off your pants." Wait. What? "Don't keep me waiting, out with your dick." John sighed. Sure he would atone for what he did, but letting her fuck him to **** or as close to it as she could was not an option.

"Layklé, I..." He tried to reason with her.

"Shut it. You said you want to apologize for weakening me, so do it. You are the reason I am as weak as a little girl in the first place. So you will now pull down your pants, take out your dick, grab my head and **** it down my throat until I can't breathe anymore, and once we are done with that, you will throw me on the bed, **** me, spread my legs and fuck my tight little cunt so hard that I can't do anything but scream for mercy and a break. And you won't stop until all of my holes are so sore that I will be incapable of walking without crying for the next month." Layklé fell to her knees in front of him while explaining her vision of the next hours to him, and to make things worse, it had just the effect she wanted.

"There he is!" Layklé exclaimed, excited about what was to come, while releasing John from the growing tightness in his pants. "And while you will now do exactly what I told you to, I will train not to take any energy from you during it." She stated this so matter of fact, John first thought he must have misunderstood her.

"Excuse me, what?" He had to make sure about a topic like this.

"What 'what'? You said it yourself. It's not my looks, but who would fuck a succubus who eats your life? So I just have to learn to stop doing that!" Okay, this wasn't getting less weird. Before he could answer, he flinched back a bit as her tiny wings started to flap and the tip of one managed to touch his legs. Where did her sudden interest in him come from? Why did she just now start to care if he enjoyed safely fucking her? "Also if you want, you can tell me again that I am pretty."

She had almost whispered it, and as he looked down, he found a blushing face that was desperately trying to avoid being seen. "Do you like it?" He put his hand on her head and gently stroked her hair. "If I call you beautiful, is that something you enjoy?" He teased her a bit, a cheeky smile on his lips. He could wonder about the why later.

"Oh god shut up!" She blushed even more.

"Why? Don't you want me to see your cute cheeks when you... uhh," he didn't get to finish that sentence, since Layklé followed her already portrayed habit of stuffing her face into pillows. Just that her newest pillow was John's crotch and it included his dick all the way to the base in her mouth.

As heavenly as it felt, John looked at his character sheet to confirm any damage or loss of health dealt by her, or status effects from it. "This is really hard so you better appreciate it, asshole." She spoke perfectly despite having his dick in her mouth. "Now grab my head already and use me!"

John shrunk down the sheet size so he could keep an eye on it just in case, but since everything seemed to be okay, he followed her lead. Carefully he put his hands on the back of her head, as he felt her teeth slowly sink down on his member. Quickly he pulled out, only to find Layklé with her mouth opened and her tongue out instantly.

"Alright, you want me to take you? Don't complain afterwards." He kept her head steady with both his hands and pushed forward. And forward. After entering her mouth fully once more, he just walked with her towards the bed, pulling her along with her head. Once her back was pressed against the bedside, he pulled her up, just to let her fall on her firm ass.

"Turn around. Why would I need your tempting lips if I can take an even more beautiful place. I will fuck you like a bitch in heat." She spun around without any complaints, attempting to spread her legs for a second, just to shut them together right after. John smiled and understood. He grabbed her ass with one hand while spanking it with the other.

"You little dirty slut," he chuckled as he reached between her ass cheeks and pulled at the end of the plug that was still inside her. "Were you trying to prepare yourself? Or maybe you were trying to stop me from putting more in? Or maybe..." He pulled it out with an audible plop. "You just can't live without the feeling of something shoved inside your asshole." He gave her another spank, before looking at the plug, which made his eyes go wide. He hadn't just noticed it but this thing was huge. As in 'bigger than a fist' huge.

John looked down at the ass he still held in a firm grip. No gaping hole. It rather looked almost virgin. "Ehm. Layklé? I know this might break the mood but how did this fit in your ass?"

She looked over her shoulder, apparently surprised by the question. "I expanded it of course. Should I have kept it closed up as you pulled? Come on just put it aside, this was starting to get really good!" He reached down and pushed two fingers in her ass. They slid in easy, it even felt as if she was lubed, despite him not seeing any fluid on her back.

"Layklé, can you tighten up more than this?" As a response she just did it, clearly not in the mood for any 'what does my ass do' but more for 'what can you do to my ass'.

"STOP." John yelled and looked down at his fingers, pinned inside her tightest hole, held so firmly, he couldn't move them. "Relax again." She did and he pulled out. He knew it was a stupid idea, but he had to do it.

He raised a leg and put it beside her, pointing his meat spear at her puckered entrance. "Keep it relaxed," he ordered while driving it in as deep as he just was in her throat. Both of them shared a hearty moan. "Layklé. I want you to..." No more words were needed as he already felt the grip on his dick get harder. Almost too hard, so John pulled out again, only to feel Layklé's hips follow his a second later, burying him inside her relaxed hole once more.

It felt inhuman. Every second he spend inside of her, it was like getting a massage from her, while every movement, in or out, was accompanied by a push or pull. This hole wanted to be fucked. It was made for this, and he could feel it.

There was no more needs for holding back or gentle treatments. He reached forward, **** her from behind while repeatedly burying his meat inside her.

"Hmm you like that, you little bitch? Then beg to get it even harder!" John whispered in her ear.

"Fuck you. Just shut up and break my ass with your dick you jerk." Her voice was higher than before. John moaned pleased both by her body and the fact that she enjoyed this too.

Using the moment, John let go of her throat and reached around her body, feeling her full orbs in his hands, and pinching on the nipples.

Added status: life drained - lose 1 hp/second
Status removed: life drained

He smiled and pinched her again with the same result, only now, a high pitched moan was added from the succubus. So her nipples were sensitive enough to make her lose the focus of not drinking his energy. Well, given the strength of that drain...

John pulled his cock out of her ass and saw how she tried to press herself back against him once more, but he didn't let her, at least not that easy. He waited a second. And another one. And there it was. The 'silent begging of a horny woman'. Layklé moved her arm from above her head to between her legs, willing to keep herself pleased now that he stopped doing her, not realizing that he never really stopped, but only waited. The very moment her fingers touched her own clit, he shoved it back inside while simultaneously pulling at both her nipples.

"Oh fuck yes, yes! Hmmpf... Wait... No, no nonono stop!" John had started to hammer his dick in her ass as fast as his hips allowed him to, ignoring the life drain that had reappeared and took a good chunk of his health already, but he knew what her pleas meant. She was coming and she was afraid to lose her regained strength.

As much as he would have loved to be able to fuck a succubus into a strength shattering orgasm, he wanted to help her and not make it worse, so he pulled out, panting almost as much as her.

Five seconds later John opened his mouth to say something, but the suddenly very agile succubus occupied his mouth with her tongue, only long enough to stop his words. Once they separated again she looked into his eyes.

"If you say even one word about this to anyone, I don't care what happens after, I will break your neck!" With that she pushed her tongue back into his mouth, more forceful even than before, while at the same time grabbing him at his shoulders, flinging him around and pinning him to the bed, pressing her pussy onto his dick. It was almost ironic how this was the second time in as many days, that a girl has decided to use him as a riding dildo.

Status updated - Life drained: lose 2HP / second

“Umm,” he wanted to say something, but her glare froze his words. Well, he still was fine, with over 50 HP, he could give her some seconds to ease herself down on him. Or he could have, if that was what she planned to do. Instead, the moment her second lips touched his dick, they took him in as eager as the first ones did. And apparently, she was all so willing to return the favour of a rough fucking, because the speed she was thrusting down on him was incredible. John wasn’t known for his high endurance during sex, but he would bet that even the most experienced stud would have fallen due to this treatment in seconds. In a reflex of lust he reached up and cupped her boobs, squeezed them and then pulled at them, pulling her down so he could press his lips on hers again. Her full… lips… sucking on his tongue…

With a feeling equal to an explosion he came inside her, and the last thing he saw before his eyes fell shut was the window popping up behind her head.

Status updated – Life drained: Lose 1 Max HP / second; Lose consciousness for 1 hour per second this status is applied