The only way she understands.

Leaning down, you grab Selas around the waist and throw her over your shoulder. She does not resist nor encourage you. She only sighs. Carrying her to the bed, you dump her face down on it and pull her leggings down. Fishing your cock out, you give her pussy a few quick plays with your fingers, and finding her already slightly wet, unceremoniously stuff your cock inside her. Immediately, her walls latch on tight, pulling you in with conveyor belts of pleasure.

"Selas, oh Selas," You moan loudly, feeling her contract and squeeze around you as you thrust into her. "So good. Oh fuck, your pussy's so good."

She sighs again, shaking her head, and replies in a bored monotone. "Of course it is. I'm the only one that can make you feel pleasure, remember?"

"Not anymore," you grunt, the lack of blood to your brain unable to stop you from committing potential suicide. "Mara fixed me. She made it so that sex is normal for me again."

"She did what?!" Selas shouts, suddenly propping herself up on her arms and glaring at you over her shoulder. Frozen in fear, you swallow and explain to her that Nanny Mara undid her spell. She shakes under you, looking absolutely livid. "Who, does that old maid, think she is, that she can undo my work?" She growls, pink steam emanating from her eyes. You try to pull out, but her legs have crossed themselves behind you and she's grabbed onto your wrists so hard that you can't even flex them. Never breaking eye contact with you, her body starts to shift and morph around you, cracking and popping loudly, so as to be lying on her back instead of on her front. That freaked you several kinds of out, but you would be lying to yourself if you said that feeling her pussy swirl around your cock like that did not feel incredible.

But she's not done yet. Her tail whips around your legs, cutting off your escape while she claws her way up your arms. The shift in weight makes you start to fall backwards, but her wings spread out wide and latch on to her bed posts, keeping the pair of you upright. She snarls, baring her fangs at you before putting her hips to work, rocking them against you while squeezing you for all that she's worth with her walls. Groaning feebly, you try to count the white lights that go off in your brain, realizing that all the other times, she was just toying with you. Now, she's putting effort into it. And it shows.

Leaning back slightly, Selas grits her teeth and hangs off your shoulders, while you support her from below. "That fat cow felt good did she?" She pants, more steam coming out of her mouth with every breath. "Well have a taste of Pure. Bred. Succubus. Pussy!" Smashing them into yours, she twists her hips violently to one side.

The overwhelming sensations of having your cock subjected to, what can only be described as cyclonic forces of slickness, heat and pressure, literally kills you from pleasure, before reviving you when those forces start turning the other way. You howl madly in her face, as every event and decision in your life that made you the person you are is being punted out of existence, to make room for whatever she wants, if it will get her to do that to you again. Frothing at the mouth, you bring her hips crashing into you as you pump your own with reckless abandon. She grunts, just as madly as you do, in time with your thrusts, before you cram your lips against hers and give her everything.

She takes it greedily, kissing you back passionately as you fill her up with more and more of your cum and being. Fortunately, she cuts off her feeding so that you don't die, but still doesn't separate from you at all. The two of you rest on each other's foreheads, your tongues sliding against the other's, until you finally need to breathe. The two of you stand entwined together, the only sounds in the room are the crackling of the fire and your panting breaths. "Feeling better?" you gasp, too drained to open your eyes.

"Yeah," she sniffs slightly, before quickly adding, "but I'm still mad at you. And Nanny." You let out an exhausted chuckle and immediately regret it as your ribs start to hurt. Taking another breath, you ask her to let you go, so that you can go back to your room and sleep. She doesn't. "No way. You're not going anywhere tonight," she yawns, snaking her tail upwards, wrapping you up even tighter and locking you inside of her. Pulling up with her wings, she gently lays the both of you down on her bed and her sheets magically float over to cover you.

You would protest, but you aren't in any state or position to do so. With a chaste kiss on your nose, Selas wraps herself around you and very promptly falls asleep. You try to wriggle your fingers, but they either won't listen to you or can't move, so with a sigh, you resign yourself to another very odd sleeping arrangement.