Teamwork.

When you're ready, you stand up and give a sharp whistle. All the dupes stop what they're doing and watch you lay down on the divan, before looking to each other and nodding. Selas, hanging limply in their grip and panting heavily, looks absolutely terrified.

Working together, your dupes all lift Selas up and carry her over to you, with her legs splayed straight out. Realization dawns on her face and she starts thrashing wildly to get out of your dupes' grip, but they've got her secured. "Not like this! Not like this! Please, please. I'll do anything! Anything!" She pleads. But it's too late. You're holding your cock straight up and secure while your dupes slowly lower the crying Selas onto your cock. Her walls yield to your rod smoothly until you reach a barrier. You're salivating in anticipation as you take hold of her hips and thrust upwards.

The room echoes in painful yelps from everyone. You didn't manage to break her hymen and bounced off it instead. Frustrated, you snarl angrily at your dupes. "On three lads!" One of them barks. Grabbing her legs and shoulders, they raise her body until your tip has just parted her lower lips. Selas has now grit her teeth together and is bracing herself for pain. "Alright! One! Two! THREE!"

At five, they all shove down as hard as they can, spearing through her hymen and skewering Selas onto your cock. You and her both howl, one in agony and surprise, while the other in triumph. To describe the feel of a virgin succubus' pussy, is like trying to describe a new color or a new smell. You'd have more room to move if you'd have stuck your cock through a needle's eye. The heat of a thousand exploding star systems would be ice cold in comparison. Every square nano-meter of her walls feels like it has a hundred mouths kissing your cock, and each mouth has a hundred more.