Ace strode down the dimly lit corridor toward Chief Lilith's private office, the faint hum of the underground base's ventilation mixing with the distant echo of his own footsteps. His cock still carried a lazy half-hard throb from the morning's teasing memories, and the thought of seeing her again — that devastating MILF body poured into her tight pencil skirt — sent a fresh pulse of heat straight to his groin.
He reached her door, fingers brushing the handle, and quietly pushed it open a crack.
The sight hit him like a drug.
Lilith Velloria de Ravenholt was completely lost in herself.
She'd shoved her chair back from the desk, skirt hiked violently up around her waist, sheer black stockings stretched taut over her spread thighs. Her massive tits were freed from the blouse, heavy and bouncing wildly as she fucked herself with three fingers buried knuckle-deep in her dripping pink pussy. The wet, obscene *schlick-schlick-schlick* sounds were loud and frantic, her juices spraying in messy arcs every time she curled hard against her G-spot. A thick, glistening puddle of squirt already soaked the leather seat and dripped onto the floor in shiny rivulets. Her other hand brutally squeezed one swollen breast, milk-white beads leaking from her stiff nipple as she pinched and tugged it. Her head was thrown back, full red lips parted in a silent scream, emerald eyes rolled white with pure ecstasy while her hips bucked desperately against her plunging fingers.
The air reeked of her arousal — thick, sweet, and heady.
Ace's cock surged instantly to full, painful hardness inside his jeans. He stood frozen for one long second, breath caught, every filthy detail burning into his brain.
Then he sighed softly, closed the door without a sound, and turned away.
*Not today.*
He walked off down the corridor, hands in his pockets, casually humming a low, lazy tune under his breath, the erotic image of Lilith squirting all over her office still making his balls ache with every step.
Meanwhile, somewhere across the base, Riven Frostborn sat in the mess hall trying his absolute hardest to keep a perfect poker face. The story of the kid whose cock had snapped in cowgirl had spread like wildfire. Every time someone glanced his way, he could feel the collective internal laughter. He stared at his coffee like it held the secrets of the universe, jaw tight, cheeks burning beneath his icy composure.
Ace kept walking, still humming that same carefree melody, when he passed the heavy double doors of the Succubus Therapy Wing. Curiosity got the better of him. He slowed, leaned casually against the wall, and cracked one door just enough to listen.
The sounds that poured out were pure, unrelenting filth.
Loud, broken moans echoed through the chamber — deep, desperate, male voices cracking with overwhelming pleasure. Wet, rhythmic *slap-slap-slap* of skin on skin mixed with the constant creamy *schlick-schlick-schlick* of succubus cunts devouring thick cocks. Soothing, hypnotic whispers slithered beneath it all: "Shhh… let us drain every last drop of that hellfire rage… good boy… cum for Mommy again… you belong to us now…"
Through the narrow gap Ace caught flashes of writhing bodies — the two former billionaires strapped to padded tables, their massive cocks being ridden mercilessly by multiple succubi at once, eyes rolled back, tongues lolling, bodies convulsing in endless orgasm after orgasm.
*Jesus…* Ace thought, cock twitching hard again at the obscene symphony. *Probably another two or three days before they're fully broken and ready to recruit. Succubus therapy really is no fucking joke.*
He pulled back from the door, shook his head with a low chuckle, and continued down the corridor — still humming that same relaxed tune, the filthy sounds of the therapy wing and the memory of Lilith squirting all over her office now mixing together in his mind like the hottest kind of background music.
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The heavy door to Chief Lilith's office remained closed, but inside, the air was thick with the raw, heady scent of female arousal and fresh squirt. Lilith Velloria de Ravenholt was still lost in the aftershocks of her intense masturbation session — skirt bunched around her waist, sheer black stockings stretched tight over her spread thighs, three fingers buried knuckle-deep in her dripping pink pussy. Thick, glossy strands of her cum and squirt slowly dripped from her swollen lips onto the already-soaked leather chair beneath her. Her massive tits heaved with every ragged breath, nipples stiff and leaking tiny beads of milk as she slowly circled her clit with her thumb, eyes half-lidded in bliss.
Her encrypted phone suddenly buzzed on the desk.
She glanced at the screen — *Step-Son* — and a wicked little smile curved her full red lips. Without pulling her fingers out of her fluttering cunt, she answered the video call.
The screen lit up with the obscene sight of her handsome young step-son buried balls-deep inside a beautiful succubus. The violet-skinned demoness was on her back beneath him, legs locked high around his waist, massive crimson tits bouncing wildly as he fucked her in steady, powerful strokes. The wet, filthy *clap-clap-clap* of his heavy balls slapping her soaked ass echoed clearly through the speaker, mixed with the constant creamy *schlick-schlick-schlick* of his thick cock plunging in and out of her leaking pussy.
"Hey, Step-Mom," he said casually, voice perfectly steady even as he kept thrusting. "How's work going?"
Lilith bit her lower lip hard, fingers still slowly pumping in and out of her own dripping cunt as she watched her step-son's cock disappear into the succubus again and again. A fresh gush of her juices ran down her wrist.
"It's… fine, baby," she answered, voice slightly breathy. "Why did you call?"
He didn't miss a beat, hips rolling in a smooth medium rhythm that made the succubus moan loudly beneath him. "On your way home tonight, can you bring me some cookies, snacks, and pizza? Oh — and the new iPhone. The latest one."
Lilith's pussy clenched hard around her fingers at the casual tone while the wet slapping sounds grew louder on the other end. She curled her fingers deeper, rubbing her G-spot as she watched the succubus's eyes roll back in pleasure.
"Mmm… anything else?" she asked, voice husky.
"That's all I want," he replied, still fucking the demoness at the same steady pace. "Take care, Mom."
"Take care, honey," Lilith purred, her free hand squeezing one leaking tit as another small squirt leaked around her plunging fingers.
The call ended.
The second the screen went dark, her step-son gripped the succubus's thick thighs harder, picked up the rhythm, and started fucking her with deep, possessive strokes.
"Ahh… ahh… fuck, your pussy feels so good… so warm…" he groaned, voice thick with lust now that the call was over. His cock slammed into her cervix on every thrust, the wet *slap-slap-slap* of skin on skin filling the room alongside her desperate moans. He leaned down, crashing his mouth against hers in a deep, messy kiss — tongues sliding wetly, saliva swapping in filthy strings — while his hips never stopped pounding.
The succubus moaned into his mouth, legs tightening around him as her walls fluttered and clenched greedily around his thick cock.
A few intense minutes later they shattered together.
He buried himself to the hilt with a low growl and erupted — thick, heavy ropes of hot cum flooding her womb in powerful spurts. At the exact same moment the succubus screamed into his mouth, her pussy spasming violently around him as she came hard, squirting messily all over his balls and the sheets.
They stayed locked together, panting, bodies trembling through the aftershocks… while back in her office, Lilith finally pulled her soaked fingers free, brought them to her lips, and licked them clean with a satisfied, wicked smile — already aching for the moment her step-son would come home.