PAT! PAT! PAT!
The rhythm was merciless, a jackhammer of divine cruelty that hammered against my sanity with each brutal impact that turned my world into a blur of sweat, slick skin, and shattering ecstasy. Beatrice's hips snapped forward like pistons forged in hellfire, her fourteen-inch monster cock rearranging my insides with surgical precision.
My plush ass cheeks rippled from the impacts, the wet SLAP-SLAP-SLAP of her heavy balls against me echoing louder than my broken moans.
"Fuuuuck~! Mommy! It's—it's breaking me!" I wailed, my voice a high-pitched keen that would've shamed me if I could think straight. Drool bubbled at my lips, my tongue lolling out as another sissy squirt painted my trembling belly. My tiny clit-dick—god, why did that name fit now?—flopped uselessly, dribbling clear frustration while my ass clenched around her like a velvet fist, milking her for all I was worth.
'Break me? Shit, she's already done it. I'm her fucktoy. Her breeding sleeve. And fuck, it feels so good...' my traitorous brain screamed in bliss.
It's been a day. A whole 24 hours of her fucking me in my femboy form.
24 hours in the same position, the same rhythm. No pause. No rest.
She didn't stop even when she came inside me.
At some point, I even thought Beatrice was swapped with some kind of metal beast, as her cock didn't soften. She just kept going; her stamina was limitless.
She was breaking me in the best way possible.
And she knew it.
"That's it, Aza. Scream for Mommy. Let the whole palace hear how my little femboy wife takes the royal cock." Her hand squeezed my throat just enough to make my vision sparkle, the other pinning my hip down so I couldn't squirm away—even if I wanted to.
PAT! PAT! SCHLORP!
She angled deeper on that thrust, the fat head of her cock battering my prostate like a battering ram. Sparks exploded behind my eyes, my body seizing in another ruined orgasm. No buildup, no peak—just endless, leaking bliss that left me twitching and sobbing.
My legs locked around her waist, heels digging into her flexing glutes, urging her on despite the burn. My stomach bulged obscenely with every hilt-deep bury, a visible outline of her invading royalty that made my traitorous heart flutter.
"AH! MOMMY! IT'S IN MY STOMACH!" My scream was raw, desperate.
"Good. That's where my babies are going to grow," she snarled, lowering for a torturous second to grind in circles, stirring my guts like a cauldron. Her breasts dragged across my sensitive nipples, sending jolts straight to my core.
"Stomach all swollen with my dick. Bet you can feel it in your throat, huh? Gonna carve out that womb I promised. Fill it till you're bloated and leaking."
"Y-yes, Mommy! Breed me—ahh~!" The words tumbled out, unfiltered filth from my rewired brain. I hated it. Loved it. My hole spasmed greedily, that enchanted pink lube making everything slicker, hotter, impossibly accommodating.
She was right—femboys were made for this. Stretchy. Hungry. Mine winked and fluttered around her girth, desperate for more abuse. I arched back, my spine cracking from the strain, pushing my chest up to meet hers.
'Fuck, I'm her cock-sleeve. Nothing but a tight, wet hole for her to use.'
"Fuck, Aza... this pussy's perfection. Gripping me like it never wants to let go. You were born for my cum."
'I was? God, maybe I was. Fuck being a man—this is paradise.'
She hilted one last time, grinding savagely as her cock swelled impossibly thicker inside me. Veins throbbed against my walls, the heat building to volcanic levels.
"Here it comes, pretty boy. Mommy's gonna flood you."
Her body went rigid. A guttural roar tore from her throat.
SPURT! SPLOOSH!
The first jet hit like a firehose, scorching hot cum blasting straight into my depths. I felt it—thick ropes painting my insides white, pressure building so fast my belly swelled visibly, rounding out like I was months pregnant.
"AHHH! TOO MUCH—IT'S—FUCK, MOMMY!" My scream cracked into a gurgle as the second pulse followed, then a third, her balls contracting visibly against my ass as she pumped me full.
Wave after endless wave. My ass overflowed almost immediately, creamy white rivulets—mixed with pink lube—squirting out around her shaft with lewd PFFFT sounds on every twitch. The bulge in my stomach grew, taut and sloshing, her seed sloshing audibly inside me. It pressed on every nerve, every spot; I even felt it in my mouth, forcing another full-body sissy orgasm from me. Clear fluid jetted weakly from my clit-dick, soaking us both as I convulsed, milking her dry.
Beatrice collapsed onto me, still buried balls-deep, her weight pinning me as aftershocks rippled through us. She nuzzled my neck, purring like a satisfied predator.
"Good girl. Took every drop. Look at that—belly all cum-stuffed. My perfect little slut."
I panted, dazed, my hands weakly stroking her back. Cum leaked from my ruined hole in steady pulses, soaking the sheets. My mind floated in a post-fuck haze, pink hearts probably still dancing in my eyes.
"B-Bea... Mommy... what now?" I whispered, my voice fragile.
She chuckled, low and wicked, finally pulling out with a wet POP. A gush of seed followed, painting my thighs and ass in sticky ropes. She scooped some up, painting my lips with it before pushing her fingers into my mouth.
Tasting her... her... me... us.
"Now? We rest a little. Then round two. You've got a week to learn your role, Aza. And trust me, by the end, you'll beg for this every night."
My tongue swirled around her fingers on instinct, tasting salty sin.
'Round two? Fuck... yes please.'
She was right. I already craved it.
The "rest" Beatrice promised was for us to clean ourselves. And by cleaning, I mean in the succubus way.
She "cleaned" my body using her succubus tail, collecting all our fluids off my skin and hers. She didn't touch the cum inside my ass; she left it there, claiming it was "her mark" on me.
After Bea finished cleaning our bodies, we lay on the bed next to each other, our limbs tangled. I was still in my femboy form, leaning on her shoulder.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked, my right hand slowly jerking her still-hard fourteen-inch cock while my succubus tail was teasing her wet pussy.
"Exactly what I said," Beatrice replied, her voice a low purr, her eyes closed in bliss. "You need to store as much lust energy as possible before using the summoning contract."
When I asked for a break before, Bea said that we cannot take a break until I have enough 'lust' energy to use the summoning contract.
"But why?" I asked, my fingers tracing the veins on her shaft. "I don't think that I need lust energy right now. In fact, I never felt the need for it."
Succubi need lust to live and use their powers, but as a Nephalem, I don't have that kind of limitation.
"Well, my dear wife," Beatrice said, her hips arching slightly as my tail teased her clit. "The reason you don't go hungry for lust energy is that you're currently in the Unspoken Realm."
Her left hand reached behind me, grabbing a handful of my plump ass. Her fingers danced around my back entrance, still slick with her cum and pink lube.
"The Unspoken Realm is filled with lust energy; it is tailored for our race. We naturally absorb it from the air," she continued, her index finger teasing the rim of my ass, making me moan.
"However, after using the summoning contract, you will be transported out of the Unspoken Realm and into the mortal realm." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear. "And in the mortal realm, lust energy is a scarce resource. You'll need to have a reserve, collect as much as you can, or you'll starve."
I didn't say anything; my mind was trying to process the information.
'So that's why...' I thought my stroking of her cock was becoming more deliberate. 'She wasn't just fucking me for her own pleasure, she was preparing me.'
A strange sense of gratitude washed over me. She wasn't just a sadistic dominatrix—though she definitely was that. She was also a mentor, a guide.
"Thank you, Bea," I whispered, leaning in to kiss her.
She responded with fierce passion, her tongue dominating mine, her fingers finally slipping into my ass.
"Anything for my little wife," she said, breaking the kiss, a wicked grin on her face. "Now... How about we start round two? I'm feeling generous tonight."
Nodding, I slowly shifted my position, straddling her waist. My new, plush ass rested against her hips, her monstrous cock nestled between my cheeks, hot and heavy.
"You want to ride, little slut?" she purred, her hands resting on my hips. "Go on then. Show Mommy how much you want it."
I didn't need to be told twice.
I rose up, positioning the head of her cock against my still-gaping entrance. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, I sank down.
"Fuuuck..." I moaned, my head falling back as her girth stretched me again.
Inch after scorching inch, her fourteen-inch behemoth speared me open, my plush cheeks spreading wide as I impaled myself willingly. I bottomed out with a wet SCHLORP, her heavy balls nestling against my taint, the bulge surging back into my bloated belly. Gods, it pressed right up against my spine, making my toes curl and my tiny clit-dick twitch pathetically.
"Ahh~! Mommy... so deep like this," I whimpered, my new lispy voice breathy and broken. My hands braced on her heaving tits for leverage, fingers sinking into soft flesh as I rolled my hips experimentally. Her cock stirred inside me, dragging ridges over every sensitized nerve. Sparks danced up my spine; I was already leaking, clear dribbles splattering her abs.
Beatrice's pink eyes gleamed with approval, her hands gripping my widened hips like handles.
"That's my good little rider. Bounce for Mommy. Milk out that lust energy."
I obeyed. Rising up—slow, torturous, feeling every vein pop free—then SLAM down. PAT! The impact jiggled my ass, sent ripples through my cum-swollen gut.
But just as I was about to get a steady rhythm—
Click!
The door to the bedroom opened.
My body froze. Beatrice's hips stopped mid-thrust. My head whipped around, my heart hammering against my ribs, a cold spike of fear cutting through the lust-fueled haze.
"AZA!"
A familiar, shrill, and utterly furious voice cut through the heavy, sex-scented air.
It was Eva, my wife.
"Ara~... Ara~... someone is having fun with me."
Another voice, this one husky, teasing, and dripping with sensual amusement that sent a fresh wave of dread through my already overstimulated system.
It was Akane, my Onee-sama.
Both Eva and Akane stood there in the doorway, their expressions a study in contrasts.
Eva's face was a thundercloud of pure, unadulterated rage. Her hands were clenched into white-knuckled fists at her sides, her purple eyes burning with an almost righteous fury. She looked like she was about to spontaneously combust and take the entire wing of the palace with her.
Akane, on the other hand, kept staring at where Bea's cock and my ass were connected. Her tongue slowly traced her lips, her gaze hooded, drinking in the scene. She looked... hungry.
"Come and join us," Bea taunted, her hips giving a small, deliberate thrust that made me gasp. Her hands spread my ass cheeks wider, as if presenting her handiwork.
"Aza's ass is just too good to keep to myself," she said, a wicked grin on her face. "It can take all of our cocks at the same time, I'm sure."
"WHAT!"