She pushed.
Her finger, wet with the girl's virgin slick, found the girl's entrance. She pressed. Not breaking the hymen. Just sliding along the inner edge of the puffy lips, curling upward, pressing against the tight inner wall without tearing the barrier.
"MNGH—wait—"
The girl's hips bucked.
"Shhh," the succubus whispered. "Let me teach you what your mother is feeling."
Across the tub, Cruxius pulled out of the mother's anal.
The withdrawal was wet, obscene, thick white cum pouring from the gaping hole. He repositioned. His cockhead—slick with the seed of her rapists and his own pre-cum—pressed against her swollen pussy lips.
"No—"
He thrust in.
PAH—
"HAAAIYAANGH~~!!"
Her walls stretched around him. Raw. Battered. But still gripping, still clenching, still desperate. He drove deep. Five inches. Six. Seven. The head pressing against the top of her canal, finding the hard, tight barrier of her cervix.
He pulled back.
Then slammed down.
PAH—PAAAH—
