She dominates him like the sex-daemoness she is

"That'ss... enough. For now. Resst now. More later."

The red head's heart sinks. She's still hungry, even with her belly full of his cum. She can't imagine why in the world that would be, but it doesn't matter. She wants more, and he's going to give it to her.

There's a feral glint in the ginger's eye as she descends upon her mate's shaft again. "No, sslut... too ssoon..." She ignores him as she opens up her throat - something she didn't even realize she could do - and slides down the entire forearm-length of it. Her neck is bulged obscenely with his girth, but somehow she doesn't mind. Actually, she feels even better somehow. Like being in control of the situation is natural.

She moans a response around the fuck pole buried balls-deep in her mouth. It's impossible to tell what she's saying, and she can only giggle when she realizes how ridiculous it must sound. The various noises work wonders however, and the creature, instead of trying to **** her head away from his crotch, buries his claws in her crimson mane.

"Ssuccubusss... no more..." He groans again, but you can't help yourself. Even if your body feels full of his meat and juice alike, there's something missing, and you can smell it on him. You just need to... suck... harder...

And that's what you do. Over and over, you polish his rod with your preternaturally gifted mouth, drawing more and more of him inside you. Well, not actually him. You've got your arms wrapped around his legs, so you know he's physically still there, but something else is filling you. Like it's his actual self. Or maybe his vital self.

You don't know what to call it, but it's exactly what you're craving, and you don't stop until he explodes down your gullet one more time. By then, there's nothing left, and the creature falls, lifeless, to the floor of the nest.

"Mmm... I thought I wanted that massive thing between my legs, but, I guess that was nice too." You remark to no one in particular, licking your fingers dry of the remains of his final ejaculation. You feel fantastic now. Better than ever before. Oddly, you feel empty, like something is missing. Maybe you're forgetting something. Yeah, that feels right. You spend a few moments trying to remember what it might have been before deciding whatever it was isn't worth the effort. What IS worth the effort is more of whatever that was that you just did.

You sniff around for more of it, and detect a similar scent nearby. The dark-haired girl. She has some of that vitality also. It kind of surprises you, since she still looks fucked out of her wits, but you follow your nose to her creamy cum-stuffed opening.

"Wha...?" Her voice is dreamy, she's totally out of it.

"You smell so... alive. I just want to taste you..." You clamp your mouth around her mound and bury your tongue as far as it will go. You're able to find the hardening plug deep in her quim, and you scoop it out with your tongue, sucking down the tasty reward... but that's just the frosting on a much more delicious cake. This girl's vitality is so much sweeter than the other creature's. You realize now that you're sated after the previous meal, but her taste is intoxicating. You want to gorge yourself.

Indra doesn't last long. You extract several massive orgasms over the course of the next several minutes as you rapidly consume her soul. By the time you're done, two quickly decomposing corpses are all that remains of the other inhabitants of the nest.

You eventually wander out of the deep woods of the forest. A handsome woodsman named Ramos was kind enough to steer you in the right direction before you made a meal out of him and his companion. You spend only a few short nights in the village of Launsdorf before passing on. A lusty gate guard turned up dead the morning after you arrived, and Thomas, the master of an inn called Yard's Rest, was discovered by his wife in the wine cellar, a dried up husk just like the rest of the bodies you'd left in your wake.

Several days later, you give birth to a magnificent creature which rapidly grows into a fantastic specimen of manhood. He seems fanatically obedient to you, and you detect none of the vital energy that you've been feeding upon. He does fuck you better than any of your victims, however, so you're happy to continue traveling together. An odd looking pentagram symbol appears on your belly just below your navel shortly after the first time he fills you up with his cream...

Eventually, the succubus once called Sabine is caught, whether by paladins of the Burning Rose, minions of Thoros, or simply an angry mob, but by then she had sired several more children and consumed dozens of souls. And The Sword of Saint Magdalena, if it was ever found, was not returned to the High Abbey in time to stop the daemon lord's reign...