His soul was taken from him

"Oh fuck! No wonder I like you so much; you eat out like a pro!" The Naamah on Esau's face began to vigorously grind her cunt against his face with such effort that it felt like his facial features were going to be sanded off! Her fluids drenched him, drips falling from his chin. All he could do was to moan and continue to lick like his life depended on it; it reached to the point where his jaw ached and his tongue was sore, but he could not, would not, dare to stop. At the same time it was difficult to focus on pleasing her; the Naamah bounced on his cock with soft but fast rebounds, her hips rotating in pleasant, rhythmic circular motions like the grinding of a mortar and pestle. His legs trembled and bucked upwards, a frantic, **** attempt to release his cum into the voluptious succubi riding him... but for some reason, despite feeling like his balls were overflowing to bursting point, nothing came. It was maddening. He needed to cum. He had to cum.

"Oh ho, you're quite eager to lose your humanity," the Naamah riding his cock said, "I applied a little magick to those balls of yours so you wouldn't burst too early, only when you had to. I suppose you're ready enough."

She flicked her hand. Suddenly Esau came like a geyser. He felt as if a great hole was torn in his body and all the fluids that made up his body relinquished their liquid to his semen, supplying it with great and unnatural volume. The succubus grinned, and continued the pumping, her hips and ass slapping harder and harder against him, his ivory cum being greedily drunk up by her body with a gurgle similar of a drain unclogging. He couldn't help crying out loudly even with a cunt in his mouth and his whole body tensed and flexed to the point where it almost curled and bent into unhealthy angles. His eyes rolled back, and the enormous pleasure knocked his brain off the grid, so great was the ecstasy. His balls continued to pour out more and more, more than it would have ever been possible to be produced by a mortal human. And somewhere among his ivory ejaculations was his soul, scintillating and pure, which was swiftly taken in by Naamah. She orgasmed immediately as she received it, and in turn all the other succubi one by one experianced it, dropping to their hands and knees and cumming and moaning uncontrollably. His brain, frizzled and overburdened with lust, caused Esau to black out.

"...and the lords of wrath on the fifth level have also sworn unmoving loyalty to you my King, after some fighting." Belial stood before the great towering throne, her voice unusually booming. Her words echoed in the miles tall chamber. She was reading from a yellowed scroll which continued long through the halls and outside the castle.
"Hm, yes, that pleases me." Naamah stroked Esau's hair. He was on his knees before her, his head between her thighs, his size almost rivaling hers; the pair of them dwarfed Belial to such a degree that she felt like a lowly insect. Great wings hung from his back, and a pair of long onyx horns jutted from his brow. He momentarilly glaced at Belial, his eyes black as coal, before going back to his meal. "I'll still have to send someone there to keep an eye on them for a while, just in case."

"Of course," replied Belial. She bowed curtly.

"I'm really happy with your work Bell, I hope you keep it up." Naamah smiled, and brought Esau's face up to look at her with a finger under his chin. "Darling, I'd like you to go show those wrathful demons what will happen if they don't stay in line."

Esau grinned, his mouth full of menacingly sharp teeth. "Of course, as you command."

I may continue this route in the future, so if you so desire bookmark this page!