The worm, now fully exposed, thrashed and writhed, its needle-thin limbs flailing wildly. The eyes at the tips of its limbs rolled and darted, taking in the scene with a horrifying intelligence. I knew. This wasn't some squirmy fucktoy hitching a ride in her womb. This thing was ancient. Hungry. Alive in the way gods were alive—by not giving a single fuck about what came before or after. It chose her. It watched me. And now? It was awake. And angry.
HISSS!
It hissed louder, mouth gaping, those glistening fangs twitching in anticipation, tiny claws stretching, flexing. Her cunt gaped like a wound around it, twitching from the stretcher still cranked to full hell mode, blood and slick dribbling like ruined honey down her ruined thighs. And the thing? The symbiote? It rose slowly like it knew it had nothing to fear.
"I'll rip you out of her, you fucking parasite," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. I reached out with my free hand, my claws extending into sharp, deadly points. I grabbed one of the worm's limbs, squeezing until I felt the crunch of something giving way. The worm hissed and thrashed harder, but I held firm, twisting and tearing until the limb came off in my hand.
The worm's screams were unlike anything I'd ever heard—a high-pitched, keening wail that set my teeth on edge. I was about to toss the severed limb away and work on another one when a system window flashed into view.
Ding!
[The host has made direct contact with a rare sample of the Varul life form, also known as the womb parasite]
[Quest: The Varul's Curse]
[The Varul is a dangerous parasite that feeds off its host's lust and energy by attaching itself to its womb or rectum. For any creature that feeds off the essence of others, the Varul is their natural born enemy]
"..."
"A parasite that feeds on the lust of others," I muttered, staring at the blue text.
"Isn't that the same as me?" I blinked, somehow offended that a parasite had the same 'eating' habit as me, a succubus. "At least I'm cute and sexy."
'Fuck… I'm a man!!'
[Quest objective: Find the Varul broodmother, and deal with her in any way you see fit]
[Reward: Based on all of your actions, and decisions during the quest duration]
[Time: Limitless]
[Failure: None]
'What a lazy-ass quest description. Where do I even begin?' I wondered, squeezing the severed limb of the Parasite slightly. The eyes that were on the end were staring at me, looking at the fingers that were holding the severed thing and back to me.
"Yeah little buddy, you and me, we will have a lovely time together," I commented, twisting the severed-thing with one finger. The worm flailed a lot as I did that, looking at its one less-limb was the only indicator it could actually feel it.
Sigh.
With a heavy sigh, I pulled one of the small healing potions I received from the treasure chest, and poured half the glass at the girl's wounds, stopping the bleeding of her severed limbs before pouring the rest into her mouth.
My plan was simple.
Use this human girl to help me find out the origin place of the damn thing or the 'broodmother' and finish her off. This would probably end the Varul, based on my experience, parasites act like a hive mind—kill the queen, kill the whole race.
The potion fizzed as it touched raw meat. Smoke curled up from the stump of her leg like breath in winter, flesh knitting just enough to seal the arteries shut. She groaned weakly, her head lolling to the side. Her body was still twitching in spasms, some of it from blood loss, most of it from the withdrawal of that little fuck-beast halfway out of her cunt. She was drenched—sweat, tears, slick, cum, blood, spit. Broken but not dead. Not yet.
"Drink up, bitch," I growled, tipping another healing vial against her cracked lips. "You're gonna walk me into hell and show me your little queen bee."
She gagged on the first swallow and tried to cough, but I held her jaw and forced it down her throat. Her body convulsed, the stump of her right leg twitching like a dying rat, then went slack. After that, I retreated back and sat against the cave wall, watching her heal.
The girl's breaths came in ragged gasps as the healing potion worked its magic, sealing her wounds, and saving her from dying due to blood loss. But she will live as long as I say so. As a limbless body with a wide open and destroyed pussy with a living and still moving worm in it.
"Hmm?... Oh, I missed you, buddy," I spoke softly, smiling at the big red rod between my legs. I truly missed my dick especially after living for nearly a month as a succubus with a pussy getting fucked nonstop by a lovely spiky cock.
Wrapping my right hand around the base, I started pumping slowly. I was half surprised with how easily I got hard, with how eager I felt, like a fucking teenager having his very first boner and was just exploring it. It was only moments before I was rock solid, tip glistening with beads of precum.
"It's good to have a big dick," I whispered, moving closer and bringing my lips closer to the red pulsing veiny cock of mine, sticking my tongue out and running a wet trail from the base to the tip, pressing the top lightly. My cock was that big and with my long tail too I had complete access.
A low growl rumbled from my throat—feral, satisfied, maybe even a little reverent. I'd missed this. Missed the weight of it, the way every beat of blood made the damn thing twitch like it had its own heartbeat. It had been too long since I'd taken the time to enjoy myself, and I was determined to make up for lost time. Well, jerking off was the only enjoyment I had when I was the Hero.
Being a succubus wasn't all bad, sure—the endless stamina, the charm, the fucked-up slutty body—but nothing beat the raw hunger of having a cock again. And not just any cock. Mine. Thick, ridged, angry-red, and swollen with need. It pulsed against my palm like it was trying to bite.
"Mm!"
I wrapped my lips around the head of my cock, taking it slowly into my mouth, sucking gently as I swirled my tongue around the sensitive tip. I could feel the veins pulsing, the blood rushing to the surface, making me even harder, even more desperate for release.
My hand moved in tandem with my mouth, pumping the shaft in a steady, rhythmic motion, my grip tight enough to feel good but not so tight that it hurt. I bobbed my head, taking more of my length into my mouth with each pass, my tongue never stopping its exploration of every ridge, every vein, every inch of my throbbing cock.
The girl, now somewhat stabilized by the healing potion, watched me with a mix of curiosity and awe. Her eyes were glazed over, her breaths still coming in ragged gasps, but there was a spark of interest in her gaze as she watched me pleasure myself.
"Fuck, that feels good," I muttered, pulling my mouth off my cock with a pop, my hand still working the shaft in a steady rhythm. "I've missed this. I've missed me."
I leaned back against the cave wall, my legs spread wide, giving me full access to my cock and balls. I rolled the sensitive flesh in my palm, squeezing gently, feeling the weight of them, the promise of pleasure they held.
My other hand joined the party, both now working my cock in unison, one pumping the shaft while the other teased the sensitive tip, spreading the precum around, using it as a lubricant to make the strokes smoother, more intense.
I could feel the pressure building, the familiar tension in my balls, the electric spark at the base of my spine. I was close, so fucking close, and I wanted to savor every second of it.
"Come on, you little boy," I growled, looking down at my cock as if daring it to disobey. "Give me what I want. Give me what I need."
And with a final, brutal stroke, I pushed myself over the edge, my cock pulsing, spasming, as ropes of hot, white cum sprayed out, coating my hands, my stomach, and my chest. I groaned a deep, primal sound that echoed through the cave, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.
"HMM!"
I swiftly took the tip in my mouth again, swallowing hard as my cock pulsed against my tongue, each spurt filling my mouth with thick, salty heat. I sucked greedily, not wasting a drop, my throat working to take it all down. My tail flicked behind me, curling with satisfaction as the last shudders of pleasure rippled through me. I pulled back, licking my lips, a smug grin spreading across my face. Fuck, I was good at this.
The girl was still watching. Her lips parted slightly, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of me—covered in my own spend, muscles taut, tail flicking lazily in the afterglow. The worm inside her twitched, its remaining limbs curling as if in response to the thick scent of lust now hanging heavy in the air.
"Hehehe," I leaned with a chuckle, my right hand still working on my cock, this was something that I had never even thought about. A succubus getting off alone and pleasuring itself—however, this is who I was now.
HIISS!
The worm hissed, clearly angry at the wasted cum that I 'accidentally' spilled on the ground, even the girl somehow reacted—her eyes focused on the few drops that kept dripping from my cock, pooling on the cave floor like a taunt.
"Oops," I said, smirking as I flicked the cum that was on my left hand close to the girl's pussy. The worm hissed again when the 'food' was close but couldn't reach it. I did the same thing with the one I had in my right hand.
"P-Please... give it to me."
Finally, the human girl spoke, influenced by the worm inside her, and my... stinky and delicious gift was the cause.
"Tell me where I could find the mother of the thing inside you, or starve to death."
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