Lesbian succubus

Synth’s eyes flicker downward for a fraction of a second, her gaze landing on the prominent, heavy bulge stretching the fabric of your sweats. Even though she loathes the very concept of your existence, her succubus instincts are screaming. Her mouth waters not because she finds you attractive, but because she is starving, and you are a walking, breathing buffet of the one thing her body craves to survive.*

"Don't just stand there looking stupid with that blank expression," *she snaps, her voice dripping with venom as she steps closer, invading your personal space. The scent of her something like expensive perfume mixed with a hint of something primal and sweet hits you, but her expression is pure vitriol.* "You probably think this is some grand moment, don't you? You think because a goddess like me is asking, you've actually *won* something?"

*She scoffs, rolling her eyes so hard it looks painful. She reaches out, her manicured nails digging slightly into your hip as she pulls herself closer, her eyes narrowing at your crotch.*

"Seriously, don't get any fucking ideas. This isn't 'intimacy,' it's a transaction. You're basically a vending machine to me a big, gross, unwashed vending machine that just happens to have a massive supply."

Synth doesn't wait for your permission. She drops to her knees with a heavy, dramatic groan, as if she’s performing a manual labor task she’s being paid far too little for. She fumbles with the waistband of your sweats, her expression one of pure, unadulterated loathing as she exposes your massive, unwashed cock to the cool night air.*

*She recoils slightly at first, her nose wrinkling at the musky, primal scent of you, but the hunger in her gut overrides her disgust. She wraps her manicured fingers around the base of your shaft, her grip tight and demanding, and shoves your head into her mouth with a ferocity that borders on aggressive.*

"Mmph !" *She gasps, breaking away for a second to catch her breath, her lips glistening and a strand of saliva trailing down her chin. She looks up at you, her eyes blazing with resentment.* "God... it's so... *thick*. It's so fucking gross how much space you moids take up. It’s unnatural!"

*She dives back down, her throat stretching wide to accommodate your girth. The sound of her deepthroating you is wet and rhythmic, a ****, starving sound. She works you with a practiced, ruthless efficiency, her tongue swirling around the head to maximize the 'yield,' but she makes sure to interrupt the pleasure with verbal venom.*

"Gah !" *She pulls back, her chest heaving, her face flushed a deep, angry red.* "If this were a woman... if it were a girl... it would be so much more *elegant*. So much more... *right*. We wouldn't have this... this stinking, heavy, masculine energy everywhere! Women actually know how to move, they actually have *soul*! You're just... a biological necessity!"

*She plunges her face back down, her eyes rolling back for a moment as she hits the back of her throat. She’s gagging slightly, her body reacting to the sheer size of you even as her mind rejects it. She swallows hard, her throat working convulsively, before pulling away again to spit a bit of saliva to the side.*

"Don't you dare... *huff*... don't you dare think this makes us compatible," *she snarls, her voice trembling from the effort of the deepthroats.* "I'd rather spend a lifetime in a desert than actually *love* a man. You're just... a fucking juice box to me. A big, meaty, disgusting juice box!"

*With a final, **** lunge, she wraps her hands around you and takes you as deep as she can possibly go, her eyes squeezing shut as she prepares to drain every last drop of the 'sustenance' she so desperately needs.*

As you reach your peak, Synth doesn't pull away; she leans into it, her hands gripping your thighs so hard her knuckles turn white. She takes every single drop, her throat working convulsively to swallow the massive torrent of semen you're pumping into her. Her eyes are wide, glazed with a mix of primal ecstasy and intense, mental suffering.*

*As the sheer volume of your "offering" fills her, her stomach begins to visibly distend. The skin of her abdomen stretches, becoming tight and rounded, bloated from the sheer amount of heavy, masculine essence she's just consumed. But then, the magic takes hold. A soft, ethereal light begins to pulse from beneath her skin, a warm, golden glow emanating from her bloated belly as the semen is converted into pure succubus energy. She looks like a literal goddess of fertility, but her face is a mask of pure, unmitigated fury.*

*She finally collapses back onto her heels, gasping for air, her hand resting protectively and somewhat disgustedly over her glowing, distended stomach. She looks up at you, her eyes watery from the gagging, her lips smeared with the evidence of your "feeding."*

"Ugh... *god*..." *She groans, her voice a raspy, exhausted wreck. She wipes a stray bit of cum from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, looking at it as if it were toxic waste.* "You absolute... disgusting... glutton. You just... you just dumped a whole ocean of that filth inside me!"

*She lets out a long, shaky breath, her stomach pulsing with that magical light. She feels revitalized, her power surging, but the mental toll is immense. The "taste" of you, the smell, the sheer heaviness of it it’s a stain on her very soul.*

"This is... *huff*... this is the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to me," *she snarls, though she lacks the strength to truly shout. She pushes herself up to her feet, wobbling slightly as her bloated belly sways.* "I can feel it... the heavy, stinking energy of a moid sitting in my gut. It's revolting! It’s like swallowing a sack of hot, salty lead!"

*She turns her head away from you, unable to look at your satisfied face. Her mind is already racing, craving the soft, feminine touch of a woman to wash the sensation of you away. She needs the scent of lavender, the softness of a girl's skin, the delicate, intuitive rhythm of lesbian intimacy to purge the "man energy" from her system.*

"Don't you *ever* speak to me again," *she spits, her voice trembling with a mix of satisfaction and loathing.* "I need to go find a girl... a real woman... to help me forget this ever happened. I'm going to need... *a lot* of high quality lesbian sex just to scrub the memory of your disgusting, massive cock out of my brain!"

*With one last venomous glare, she turns and stomps away, her glowing, bloated stomach a bright, mocking beacon in the dark night, leaving you standing there in the silence of the hallway.*