Be devoured.

While the shape and size of each succubi varies, each is like goddess statue carved from pale obsidian, with skin as smooth as an angel's, though by the hunger in their eyes and horns atop their heads, these girls were born far from Heaven. One has golden hair which presents a start contrast to a succubus' skin, which is tied back into cute pigtails. Beside her is a girl with short purple hair. The last has beautiful red locks, and when your eyes fall upon her, she slowly drags her tongue over the top row of her teeth. They're all as bare as when they were born, and already burn hot with all that's happened before. Between them is the most gorgeous of them all--a high succubus, one that lords over the rest with respect and dominance. Her dress is hardly clothing at all, though that only teases you further.

You lay upon the cushions with your head back against something even softer--Yaera's beautiful body. Her hands continue to play with your brown hair idly, and with warm affection, as she presents you to the demons with far more willingness than you may have first expected from somebody who shines so brightly. Mistress Dajy steps forward one more time--her heel tapping down between your legs--as she casts a shadow of her tall, imposing visage, while her wings expand out to full length overhead. Her breasts alone would be enough to block out the sun from this angle, though her full shadowy image bathes you in a blanket of darkness from the magical lights above.

What happens next is too overwhelming for you to track in detail. It reminds you vaguely of your time with Feli and Lepo, where moments in, you began to lose track of how much time had passed, or what had happened. Brizi, Raleza, Klava--it's difficult to tell where their bodies end and yours begins. Tongues glide up and down your torso, over your chest, down your stomach, up your thighs, over your cheek, past your lips, over your balls, and up your shaft, as do many hands with skillful fingers, and soon you're in a sauna of steamy hot breaths.

Your eyes flutter as Yaera's hands continue to caress, all while she merely observes, along with Dajy on the opposite side--a beacon of darkness and one of light, overseeing the pleasure consume you in whole.

"Mmmm," you hear whispered with heavy breaths over your ear, on either side. "Aahh... Mmm~!" It's to the point where you hear nothing else. You do nothing. While you'd usually grope and play and pleasure the others, you instead lay back and allow them all to work. You can't even tell which hand belongs to whom, or tongues, or lips, breasts or legs, or anything more. The girls are here to pleasure you. That's what they were instructed to do, and it's what they desire. There is no expectation for you to deliver anything back. In fact, the implication is you're not meant to do so. This is about you. The five girls around you want nothing more than for you to moan, for you to squirm in delight, and for you to cum as hard as you can.

Though it's difficult to focus during the trailing ecstasy up and down your physique, you eventually lock eyes onto Mistress Dajy's, and after that it's difficult to turn away. She stares back with a subtle bite of her lower lip. She then brings up her claw-like nails, caresses over her best behind the jet black dress she wears, and then in a manner intimidatingly smooth, she carves the blades of her fingertips down the fabric of her gown with ease, soon tearing the dress open as if she had a knife in her grasp. She pulls it open, revealing at last once again, the body of an evil goddess that you've seen before, yet it lures you in every time you do.

Already, you feel as if you could be made to cum, even after multiple times already, and with your mighty self control. This is the word of succubi. It isn't just one, but four, all while your weight sinks into the gentle embrace of Amara's mother still behind you.

Mistress Dajy touches the toe of her black heel carefully down against your balls. She strokes down, and once her shoe taps the blanket beneath you, she kicks it away behind her, and then the other, until she's entirely naked at last. The curves of her thighs push into one another to draw in your eyes, up her legs to the most perfect shaped pussy, and up a tight stomach eventually leads to a pair of enormous perky breasts, which seem to be coming closer by the moment. Suddenly, she pushes your face between them, and for twenty seconds or so you're unable to breath. You can feel her heat, hear the beat of her heart, and her chest rumbles to the purr of her moan. After releasing you, she beings her lips down to press against yours, all while she moves her hips with such precision that she easily grabs the head of your dick between the tight squeeze of her pussy lips, and pulls you deep inside. Her rhythmic gyrations would be enough to pull the cum from a lesser man's dick in a manner of moments, especially given all else that's happening. The three other succubi still tend to every exposed part of your flesh not claimed by their mistress, or held by the matron elf you're leaning back against.

There's a strange mutual expect between Yaera and Dajy that you can't quite explain. It's difficult to imagine an archpriest, a guardian of the people, and a vanquisher of evil is entirely content with succubi nearby, yet perhaps she can tell what Dajy desires, and at the moment, both want the same thing. It's also possible she trusts her because she trusts you, as she would all within Castle Phoenix. It may be the same, but with her daughter, as Amara also has no issue with any of the demons present.

Or maybe she's worldly enough to know the difference. You're not even certain which of the two are older.

When Yaera moans softly behind your ear, it isn't done with the same sensual, seductive tone as the others. It's melodic, almost like song. She whispers, "Yes, sweetie. Lay back. Breathe. Good boy. All I wish for you to do now for me, is to cum. Cum. Let it all out and cum."

Mistress Dajy grins wide, likely hearing this. Her hips continue to move as she bucks up and down, now leaning back slightly, perhaps to give you a proper view of her bouncing breasts. She thrusts up and down, slapping her round, perky ass up and down against your thighs, as her sounds of pleasure grow with each building moment passing, inching you towards your climax. Both of them are practically demanding it. Brizi nibbles your ear. Raleza drags her tongue up your chest. Klava sucks on your finger. Unable to resist, you let out a more audible moan.

You shudder. Your hips move along with her own. Perhaps it's obvious to all of them you're about to bust, as they act even hungrier than before, but otherwise fall silent--expecting, eager to experience your orgasm. Your toes curl in, your eyes roll back to see Yaera's chest above, and your cock twisted between the legs of Dajy. Your breath quickens, yet falls short, as your chest rises and falls in an erratic meter beyond rhythm. Then at last, you let go. Despite having finished more than once already, your climax is powerful, and while Mistress Dajy doesn't do to you that she did earlier, you still manage to fill her up with powerful euphoric throbs. You cum, and continue to do so as the girls don't stop. It's almost too much.

"More," Klava whispers with a hint of frustration in her tone.

"Don't stop," Brizi says. "Don't stop," she repeats.

Raleza digs her nails into your chest. "Keep cumming for us."

Mistress Dajy crawls her nails over your shoulders and up until they're poking into your cheeks. She clutches you tight, and rides you hard. "Don't even think about asking me to stop. Keep cumming, get hard, and cum again!"

You can barely speak. The situation would be a lot more terrifying without the tender touch of Yaera, which poses a strange sensation, like you're trapped between darkness and light. After you feel as if you have nothing more to drain, you feel your dick rise back up again, and your balls ill up. At that moment, you realize just how dangerous succubi can be. If a harem were to become carried away, especially with an ordinary man, they could literally suck him dry. You stay strong, and continue to lose yourself in pleasure, but only moments pass before you cum again. Your body feels fuzzy, and your mind spins. All you can see when you open your eyes is the hypnotic, fiendish glare of Mistress Dajy right in front of you. Your body starts to feel sore, and your balls definitely need a break.

Yaera Tedrilui touches her hands upon Mistress Dajy's, and she caresses off them onto the sides of your face. She then whispers, "He has had enough for now. There is much of the night remaining, so please do not become too carried away. His body is mighty, yet mortal still."

"He may be the lord of this place," Dajy sneers. "But I'm the mistress."

While you can't quite see exactly what's happening, after the two lock eyes for a long, tense moment, Dajy slows her movements, and eventually stops. Watching her reaction, the other succubi pull away as well. They didn't speak, but they came to some sort of mutual understanding, or perhaps Yaera has a more intimidating aura than one may first expect.

Dajy does smile, however, and turns away with a glance back at you, maybe to give you a wonderful view of her backside, as she often enjoys. "Don't rest too long. Others will become impatient," she says before swinging her hips and sashaying away. Her harem stumbles behind her.

After they leave, Yaera tends to your body, gently running her hands up and down your arms, chest, and face.

You eventually pull yourself up, and when you do, she places a palm upon your cheek.

"We are long past this," she says. "However, every time we meet, I can see even more clearly why my daughter enjoys your presence, and how you are able to lead such a large, strange group of individuals."

You take a few deep breaths. You sit back, resting a hand upon your head. "And I can see why you're such a famous archpriest, and why Amara looks up to you so strongly."

"She is a wonderful daughter." The woman leans in close once again, placing a thumb to your chin. "Tend to her whenever it is needed," she says quietly before pressing her lips against yours.

She then finally stands again. Your eyes run up and down her body. With a hand through her long, golden hair, she turns with a smile, and proceeds away.