The bathroom was quiet except for the gentle lapping of water against the tub and our soft, ragged breaths. Beatrice's fingers trailed lazily along my spine, sending goosebumps across my skin despite the warmth of the water. The air smelled of roses, sex, and something else… ozone? No, something richer, metallic. Blood. Her mark.
"You're quiet," she murmured, her lips brushing against the shell of my ear. "Already regretting it?"
I turned my head slowly, my muscles protesting. The water sloshed as I met her gaze, her crimson eyes still burning with that ancient, possessive fire.
"Regret is a luxury I can't afford right now, Mother Beatrice. I'm still trying to figure out if I'm dead or in some kind of… really, really twisted heaven."
"Hahaha!" A genuine, sharp laugh escaped her, the first I'd heard that wasn't laced with pure dominance or seduction. It was a beautiful, dangerous sound.
"Heaven? Oh, darling. If this were heaven, the wine would be better and the punishment far less interesting." She shifted inside me, a slow, deliberate roll of her hips that made me gasp. "No, this is something far better. This is our heaven."
Her fingers found the mark on my shoulder, tracing its edges. The skin there was still tender, a hot, pulsing brand that seemed to resonate with her touch.
"Does it hurt?" she asked softly, though her tone carried more curiosity than concern.
"It burns," I admitted, my voice hoarse. "But not in a bad way. It feels… alive."
"Mmm~ That's how it should feel," she purred. "A bond written in flesh and spirit. It will settle soon—once your body accepts me completely."
"Ohh~... I thought it already did," I muttered, feeling her cock still buried deep inside me, warmth radiating from where we were joined.
"Ara~ my sweet Azariel… what happened in this bath was only the beginning." She nipped at my earlobe, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. The way she said it sent a shiver through me—not from fear, but anticipation. There was weight and possessiveness behind her words. I could feel it—the mark pulsing like a second heart.
And it filled me with lust, and her too, because in the next second her hips began to rock again.
"UGHHHHH!"
She wasn't finished yet, and neither was I, which surprised me since I had already set a record for this kind of activity. But damn, her sex drive was insatiable, as if she could go on for hours—days, even.
"I knew your libido would be good," she murmured, her tongue tracing the edges of the brand, sending tiny bolts of heat through me. She then flipped me over on my stomach, one hand pushing me down, the other bracing herself on the side of the tub as her hips started to roll, slow, sensuous motions that drove me wild.
"Fuck, Beatrice… aren't you tired?" I rasped, my voice hoarse from screaming her name too many times to count.
"Tired?" Her voice was a sultry purr, dripping with amusement. She leaned down, her chest pressing against my back, her lips grazing the fresh mark on my shoulder. "Sweet Azariel, I'm a royal succubus. I don't tire. I feast. And right now, I'm far from full."
PAT! PAT! PAT!
Her pace quickened just enough to remind me who was in control, each thrust sending ripples through the water. A hand slid down to my butt, spreading my asscheeks, giving her tail access to my vulnerable anus.
Paaat!
"!!!" My breath caught in my throat as her tail finally breached the tight ring of muscle, sliding in easily thanks to the thick load of cum that she collected and used as lubrication. It was thick, filling me until I could barely breathe.
The dual sensation of her cock pounding into my pussy while her tail stretched my ass was overwhelming; a burning stretch that had my mind teetering on the edge of sanity. The water sloshed violently around us, spilling over the tub's edge as her movements grew more forceful, more demanding.
"Fuck, Beatrice! That's... shit!" I gasped, my voice breaking as I clawed at the slick marble, trying to brace myself against the relentless assault.
"Too much for you, darling?" she teased, her voice dark and dripping with satisfaction. Her tail curled inside me, hitting nerves I didn't even know I had, while her cock slammed into that spot that made my vision blur. "Or just enough to make you beg?"
PAT! PAT! PAT!
'Fuck... If this keeps going, I'll get addicted to it.'
Yes, I accepted my succubus nature, but I wasn't ready yet for all of this. I have a female body, but fucking hell, I was a man before all of this shit. My mind still hadn't adapted to my new identity. So as you might expect, being double penetrated by a woman was... something else. A lot more than I had ever imagined, and it took every ounce of my willpower to keep from losing control completely.
But then I felt something else. Something that wasn't just about physical pleasure.
"Look at me," Beatrice commanded, her voice firm but not unkind. I struggled to turn my head, my body shaking with the force of her thrusts, and met her burning crimson gaze. "You're mine, Azariel, my wife."
I held her stare, my amber eyes locked with her crimson ones. The water churned around us, the air thick with the scent of roses and sex, and I felt a connection forming between us—something deeper than just lust, something that went beyond the physical. It was a bond, a thread of power weaving itself between our souls, and I knew, with a certainty that scared the hell out of me, that I would never be the same again.
She was remodeling me.
Her words echoed in my mind, and I understood with dawning horror and awe that she wasn't just speaking metaphorically. She was changing me, rewriting my very essence, shaping me into her image. But for some twisted reason, I kinda liked it.
I guess being alone my entire life in my past world made me into a mess.
I mean, what can I say? I was lonely and I hated it.
But here, in this twisted version of heaven or hell or whatever this place was, I was wanted. I was desired. I was... loved? Maybe?
"Ahhh... yes... your wife..." I gasped, the words tasting foreign and yet right on my tongue.
"Good girl~" Beatrice purred, her voice a low, sultry hum that vibrated through my entire body. Her hips started to move again, a slow, sensual rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. "You're learning to accept your place."
"..."
"Mmm..." She hummed, her hand sliding down my back to grip my ass, her fingers digging into my flesh.
....
Only after two hours of the relentless fucking did Beatrice finally show signs of slowing. The bath was a mess with our combined fluids. She withdrew from me with a wet, obscene sound. I felt... empty. A hollow ache bloomed where her cock and tail had been, a void that demanded to be filled again. My body hummed with a residual energy, a thrumming heat that refused to dissipate.
I slumped against the edge of the tub, breathing heavily. I felt drained and yet full like a well that had just been overflowing.
"Damn, Beatrice, I don't know if you want to kill me or fuck me to death," I joked, though my voice was rough and ragged.
"Isn't that the same thing?" she replied with a soft chuckle. "If you were human, you'd probably be dead."
"Probably," I said, trying to steady my breathing.
She looked at me with a mixture of satisfaction and desire. She moved closer, her fingers brushing my cheek, tilting my chin so our eyes could meet.
She kissed me for a full minute. It was a soft kiss, not hungry or passionate but tender. A seal. Then, without uttering a single word, Beatrice began to clean me. Her hands were gentle and surprisingly soft as she washed away the sweat, the cum, and the lingering traces of her mark. Her touch was light, almost reverent, as she ran her fingers through my hair, her thumbs caressing my temples, her palms tracing the curve of my spine.
After the bath, she wrapped me in a large, fluffy towel, her movements slow and deliberate. She didn't speak, and I didn't either. The silence between us was comfortable. I was too exhausted to even think about what had just happened or what it meant for my future. All I could do was lean into her touch, letting her take care of me, feeling a strange sense of peace settle over me.
"Here, drink this," she said, pouring me a glass of red liquid that looked like wine.
"Wine?" I asked.
"Yes, it's my personal blend. It will help you recover," she explained.
I took the glass, my hand trembling slightly, and drank. The wine was rich and complex, with notes of dark berries and something else I couldn't quite place—sweet at first, then sharp, metallic. It was like drinking silk infused with lightning. Warmth spread down my throat and into my chest, unfurling through my veins in a slow, luxurious wave.
"Mmm… It's good," I murmured, licking a stray drop from my lip. "Different."
"Of course it is," Beatrice said, smiling faintly as she took the glass from my hand. "It's mixed with my essence."
"Your essence?" My eyes widened slightly.
"Mhm~" She leaned in, her voice a teasing whisper. "A royal blend of blood and 'things,' perfectly aged. It keeps your new body stable while the bond settles. Think of it as… nourishment."
I wasn't sure if I should be horrified or aroused, but the way her crimson eyes glowed made it hard to feel either. So I shut the fuck up and let her do whatever she wanted.
"Now, my dear wife," she said, sitting next to me, "the special contract will take some time to craft. It needs special ingredients, after all."
"During that time, I want you to remain here inside my establishment."
"The reason?" I wondered out of curiosity. "Can I explore the town a little?"
"You can, but I won't recommend it," she said, taking a sip from her wine. "In my establishment, I can guarantee you safety, but out there..."
She paused.
"Not all demons are as polite as I am. They fear me, yes, but stupid ones that like to try their luck always exist."
"I see..." I said, looking down at the ground. Her words made sense; after all, I was 'new' here.
"Besides," she said with a smirk, "Eva will be more than happy to keep you company."
'Yeah... the poor brat will probably die from jealousy if she finds out I married her aunt/mother.'
"Anyway, just do me a favor and remain inside the building. I'll have a room prepared for you."
"Sure, I'll do as you say," I replied, trying to sound as obedient as possible. I didn't want to upset her, especially not after what she had just done to me. I was still sore, both physically and emotionally, and the last thing I needed was another round of her 'discipline.'
"Good girl," she purred, her fingers trailing down my arm, sending shivers through my body. "Rest for today, and tomorrow you'll start working for me."
"Working for you?" I raised an eyebrow, a little surprised by her sudden offer.
"Yes, this is a brothel, and you're a succubus," she said with a sly smirk. "So spread your legs and be happy, my dear wife~"
"..."
"Fuck me."