Kazuki lived in a cramped apartment in Shinjuku, Tokyo. At 25, he was the freelance programming gigs, cold ramen, and nights lost in futanari and succubus hentai. His craving for domination, claiming, and endless pleasure was what kept him alive.
That early morning, after a marathon of videos, he found a post on a dark Japanese forum: "Succubus summoning – it works if the desire is pure." Pentagram of salt, black candles, blood. It looked like a scam, but lust overpowered reason.
He turned off the lights, drew the pentagram on the floor with kitchen salt, lit four cheap candles. He cut his pinky finger with a kitchen knife. A red drop fell in the center.
— I summon you… succubus… come and fulfill my desire.
The air grew heavy. The smell of sulfur mixed with sweet, sinful perfume. The flames turned blue.
A sensual laugh echoed.
She appeared in the center of the pentagram: deep-red shining skin, curved horns, folded membranous wings, whipping tail. Enormous breasts barely covered by black leather, wide hips, flaming yellow eyes. Beautiful, dangerous, irresistible.
— A mortal… with such filthy and deep desires — she said, licking her lips. — Speak your wish, Kazuki. Be precise.
He swallowed hard, cock hard in his pants.
— I want to feel sinister pleasures… the most intense, forbidden ones, without limits. In my whole body… forever.
The succubus tilted her head, smile widening.
— Sinister pleasures, in the entire body, eternal… — She laughed low. — Granted. But wishes like that require a body worthy of them. A body made to feel, dominate, and never be satisfied. Prepare yourself… you will be reborn in pleasure.
She snapped her fingers.
Blinding white light exploded. Kazuki screamed, but the scream turned into a hoarse moan. His body convulsed. Bones cracked, skin stretched into voluptuous curves. Breasts grew heavy, hips widened, thighs thickened. Silver hair sprouted in long braids. Ears elongated, pointed.
Between his legs, the cock changed: it grew to something average but thick (about 18–20 cm erect), prominent veins, swollen head, heavy balls full of hot seed. Sensitivity multiplied—every touch would be delicious torture.
The apartment vanished. When the light faded, Kazuki no longer existed.
Isolde, with her 28-year-old elven appearance—timeless and ancestral sensuality—awoke on her knees in a dense medieval forest. Ancient trees covered in moss, silver moonlight filtering through the leaves, fresh and humid air. No city sounds, only wind and distant owls.
She looked down.
Colossal breasts overflowed from the tight dark-green corset, nipples rubbing the fabric and sending pure pleasure shocks. Razor-thin waist, wide hips made to be grabbed, thick thighs pressing against green leather pants. Perky ass marking behind like a sinful promise.
Between her legs: the average semi-erect cock, thick outline evident in the wet pants, throbbing with living hunger. She touched hesitantly, just the fingertips.
— Nnh… ahh…!
Immediate, violent orgasm. Hot semen soaked the fabric, but the cock grew even harder, more sensitive, pulsing as if begging for more. The pleasure didn't fade—it rose, grew, addictive and infinite. The succubus's curse: the more she claimed, the more insatiable the body became.
A rustle in the leaves.
A 25-year-old peasant girl emerged from between the trees: simple beige linen dress rumpled, herb basket hanging from her arm, wavy brown hair loose to her shoulders, sun-bronzed skin from field work. But what immediately caught attention were the soft triangular feline ears on top of her head, covered in short reddish-brown fur, trembling slightly in the wind. A thin, furry tail swayed behind her, brushing the dress.
Her green eyes widened at the sight of the 1.90 m elf—obscene curves, overflowing breasts, soaked pants outlining a thick cock that seemed to defy gravity.
— Who… what are you…? — she whispered, voice faltering, ears tilting forward with curiosity and desire. Her feet didn't retreat. They took one step forward, then another, as if drawn by an irresistible scent.
Isolde rose slowly, movements fluid and predatory, dark-violet eyes gleaming with ancestral hunger.
— I am what you've always secretly wanted, my dear — she answered, voice deep, velvety, wrapping around the girl like smoke. — And you… are trembling with want.
She lifted her gaze, clear green eyes meeting Isolde's with unexpected calm.
— My name is Lila — she said, voice low and clean, simple as wind through leaves. — Lila. Just a girl who tended herbs and never imagined desire could take form… until now.
Isolde tilted her head slowly, a small, satisfied smile appearing on her lips. She extended her hand and lightly touched Lila's face, thumb tracing the flushed cheek.
— Lila… — she repeated, the name soft in her deep voice. — Short. Beautiful. Fits perfectly in the mouth.
Lila didn't look away. Instead, her hand rose to Isolde's arm, light fingers resting there, feeling the heat of the deep-red skin.
— And you? — she asked, voice calm, almost curious. — What's your name?
Isolde stepped closer, her tall, curvaceous body casting a soft shadow over Lila under the moonlight beginning to filter through.
— Isolde — she answered, simple, without flourish. — Isolde.
The peasant let the basket slip from her fingers. Herbs scattered across the damp moss. Her chest heaved, cheeks aflame, tail whipping nervously behind her.
— I feel… a heat I've never felt before — she confessed, voice hoarse, ears lowering slightly with shame mixed with lust. — Just looking at you makes my whole body ache with desire. My knees are weak… my sex is throbbing… I've never wanted anything this badly.
She stepped closer, stopping a whisper away. Her eyes slowly descended to the wet bulge in Isolde's pants, then rose again, pleading, pupils dilated like a cat in the dark.
— Please… — she murmured, almost whimpering with need, tail curling around her own leg. — Take me. Tear me open. Fill me until I can't breathe. I want to feel you dominating me, marking me, making me come until I forget who I am. Use me however you want… just don't make me wait anymore, my dear.
Isolde smiled slow, dangerous, teeth gleaming in the moonlight. She extended her hand and traced the outline of the flushed face, lightly brushing one feline ear—which trembled and bristled at the touch.
— Do you understand what you're asking for, little kitty? — Isolde asked, voice low and loaded with sweet threat. — Once I'm inside you… there's no going back. I'll fuck you until your body only knows my shape. I'll make you purr and beg for more even when you can't take it anymore. I'll turn you into my personal little thing.
The peasant grabbed Isolde's hand and pressed it hard against her own chest, hard nipples rubbing the palm, tail coiling around Isolde's leg as if to keep her there.
— That's exactly what I want — she answered, eyes shining with desperation and lust, ears trembling with excitement. — Make me yours. Break me. Fill me with you until I overflow. Please… now… before I go insane from wanting so much.
Isolde laughed low, the sound echoing through the forest like embodied sin.
— On your knees then, my first hungry little kitty — she ordered, undoing the cord of her pants with cruel slowness. — Open that greedy little mouth. Let's see how long you last before begging me to really fuck you.
The peasant dropped to her knees on the moss, trembling hands rising along Isolde's thick thighs, ears lowered in total submission and desire, mouth parted, tongue already licking her lips, tail swaying slowly behind her, ready to devour the pleasure she had unknowingly summoned.
The forest was only beginning to witness—and it would be long, filthy, and unforgettable.
The peasant—still nameless, but her body already trembling with anticipation—knelt there, soft damp moss under her bare legs. Daylight filtered through the canopy, scattering golden patches across the forest floor and bathing her body in warm tones. Distant birdsong mixed with the wind in the leaves, but nothing else mattered in that moment.
Her feline ears were fully lowered, a sign of complete submission, while her tail curled and uncurled slowly behind her, as if trying to calm her racing heart.
Isolde finished opening the cord of her pants with deliberate slowness. The dark-green fabric, already soaked from earlier semen, gave way. The thick cock sprang free, semi-erect but pulsing with life of its own, prominent veins running along the 18–20 cm length, swollen head glistening with pre-cum. The clear daylight made the liquid shine faintly, while the scent was intense: sweet musk mixed with something primal, almost animal, that made the peasant's nostrils flare and her pupils dilate even more.
— Look at me, kitty — Isolde ordered, voice low and hoarse, like torn velvet.
The peasant slowly raised her gaze. Her green eyes met Isolde's dark-violet ones and couldn't look away. There was hunger there, but also a promise of delicious destruction.
— Open that mouth — Isolde continued, holding the base of her own cock with one long, firm hand, pointing the head directly at the parted lips. — Show me how much you want this.
The peasant obeyed without hesitation. Her tongue came out first, timid, licking the swollen tip. The taste was salty, hot, addictive—like honey mixed with sulfur and pure desire. She moaned low, a guttural purr that made her ears tremble.
— That's it… just like that… — Isolde encouraged, voice thick with pleasure. — Deeper. Swallow as much as you can.
The girl advanced, lips opening wider, enveloping the thick head. Her mouth was hot, wet, tight. She sucked slowly at first, tongue swirling around the glans, then faster, head bobbing up and down as her hands rose along Isolde's thick thighs, nails digging lightly into the skin.
Isolde let out a hoarse moan, head falling back for a moment. Above them, sunlight pierced the leaves in clear beams, illuminating the movement of their bodies and the faint steam of the forest's hot air. The pleasure was multiplied—every touch, every suck was like fire racing through veins. The curse made every sensation ten times more intense than anything Kazuki had ever felt. She grabbed the peasant's brown hair with one hand, guiding the rhythm, pushing slowly deeper.
— Nnh… good girl… — Isolde murmured, hips beginning to move in light thrusts. — Feel how I pulse in your mouth? This is just the beginning.
The peasant moaned around the cock, vibrations traveling up the shaft. Tears of effort ran from the corners of her eyes, but she didn't stop. Her tail whipped the air behind her, ears trembling with excitement. One of her hands instinctively slid between her own legs, under the dress, fingers finding the drenched sex and beginning to rub in desperate circles.
Isolde noticed and laughed low, sinful sound.
— So needy… — she teased, pulling her hair back for a moment, making the cock slip out with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connected the girl's lips to the glistening head. — Want me to really fuck you now, kitty? Want to feel all of this opening you, filling you to the limit?
The peasant nodded frantically, mouth parted, panting.
— Yes… please… — she whimpered, voice hoarse with lust. — Fuck me… use me… make me yours… I can't take it anymore…
Isolde pulled her up by the arms with supernatural ease. She turned her around, pressing her back against the wide trunk of an ancient tree. Afternoon sunlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating the scene in golden reflections on the girl's sweaty skin.
The peasant's dress was lifted violently, tearing slightly at the seams. Isolde positioned herself behind, hard cock rubbing between her thighs, head nudging the wet, hot entrance.
— Hold on tight — Isolde whispered in the furry ear, lightly nibbling it. — Because I'm not going to be gentle.
With a slow, relentless motion, Isolde pushed inside.
The peasant screamed—a mix of pain and pure pleasure—as she was opened, centimeter by centimeter. Her body shook, tail coiling around Isolde's leg as if to keep her there forever. The inner walls clenched like a vice, wet and hot, sucking every thrust.
Isolde moaned loudly, pleasure exploding in waves. She began to move—deep, rhythmic thrusts, nearly pulling out completely before slamming back in. Sunlight trembled in the leaves above as the sound of bodies echoed muffled through the forest.
— That's it… feel how I fill you? — Isolde growled in her ear. — Your body is already mine. It will only remember my shape.
The peasant moaned nonstop, purring mixed with sobs of pleasure. Her fingers dug into the tree bark, body arching back, begging for more.
— Harder… please… deeper… — she pleaded, voice broken.
Isolde obeyed. She sped up, brutal thrusts now, balls slapping against wet flesh. The sound echoed through the forest: flesh against flesh, moans, purrs, heavy breaths.
The peasant's first orgasm came fast and violent. Her body convulsed, inner walls clamping Isolde like a vise, tail whipping wildly.
Isolde didn't stop. She fucked through the orgasm, prolonging it, forcing another right after. Her own pleasure rose like an uncontrollable wave—the curse made every sensation infinite, addictive.
— You're mine now — Isolde growled, teeth grazing the girl's neck. — My first… but not the last.
And she continued, thrust after thrust, under the clear daylight filtering through the forest, while the silent trees witnessed the birth of something new, hungry, and eternal.
Isolde slowed her thrusts until she almost stopped completely, cock still buried deep, pulsing slowly inside Lila. The girl breathed in short gasps, body limp against the tree, legs trembling from exhaustion and accumulated pleasure. A hot trickle slowly ran down her thighs, mixing with sweat.
With a careful motion, Isolde pulled out slowly—the cock slipping free with a wet, soft sound, followed by more semen dripping onto the moss. Lila let out a low moan, almost a sigh, feeling the sudden emptiness like a sweet ache.
The elf held Lila by the shoulders and turned her gently but firmly. Now face to face, the girl's back pressed against the rough bark again. Isolde lifted one of her legs, wrapping it around her own waist to keep her open and steady. Their bodies pressed together: heavy breasts rubbing against Lila's smaller ones, hardened nipples touching through the torn fabric.
Isolde's dark-violet eyes met Lila's green ones, close enough that every breath mingled.
— Look at me — Isolde murmured, voice low and hoarse, but without the previous wild urgency. — I want to see your face when I enter again.
Lila nodded slowly, trembling hands rising to Isolde's broad shoulders, fingers closing there like an anchor. Her parted lips trembled, eyes glazed but fixed on hers.
Isolde aligned herself slowly, thick head rubbing the sensitive, swollen entrance. She pushed with deliberate slowness, centimeter by centimeter, letting Lila feel every vein, every pulse. The girl arched her back slightly, head falling back against the tree, a long sigh escaping her throat.
When she was fully inside, Isolde paused for a second, forehead resting against Lila's, breathing the same hot air.
— Like this… — she whispered, beginning to move in slow, deep thrusts. — Face to face. So I can watch you fall apart completely.
Lila moaned low, voice soft and broken, without purrs or animal sounds—just heavy breaths and sighs that rose in pitch with every movement. Her nails lightly scratched Isolde's shoulders, tail loosely coiling around the elf's thick thigh, as if wanting to keep her close.
Isolde gradually sped up, hips slamming with controlled force, the wet sound of bodies echoing softly through the forest. One of her hands rose to Lila's face, thumb tracing the flushed cheek, then descending to lightly grip the chin, keeping their eyes locked.
— Feel it? — Isolde asked, voice deep and close. — Feel how I fill you… how you open completely for me?
Lila could only nod, tears of pleasure slowly running from the corners of her eyes. Her moans were soft, almost whispered, mixed with quick breaths.
— More… — she begged, voice hoarse and sweet. — Deeper…
Isolde obeyed, thrusts growing stronger, deeper, but still rhythmic. Her breasts bounced with each impact, rubbing against Lila's, sending hot shocks through both. The girl began to tremble harder, inner walls clenching in growing waves, body approaching the edge.
When the climax came, it was intense and silent at first—Lila arched her entire body, mouth open in a mute scream that turned into a long, trembling moan. The walls clamped hard, pulsing in hot, wet spasms, squirting a clear jet that ran down both their thighs. Isolde moaned low, feeling every contraction multiply her own pleasure, and thrust deep one last time, coming together—hot jets filling Lila again, overflowing and dripping onto the moss.
Lila collapsed against Isolde's chest, arms limp around her neck, panting breath against hot skin. Isolde held her firmly, one hand on the nape, the other on the waist, keeping her upright as the last waves passed.
A woman emerged from the shadows between the trees.
She had a delicate, almost ethereal appearance, but her body was impossible to ignore. Tall and full of curves, her silhouette was striking: wide hips, well-defined waist, and an extremely large and voluminous bust that naturally stood out in her confident posture. Her golden-blonde hair was styled with extreme care. The straight bangs fell softly over her forehead, framing her face elegantly. On the sides, thick spiral curls—perfectly defined and shiny—cascaded down to chest level. These curls framed her face like golden frames, giving her a refined, almost aristocratic look. At the top of her head, part of the hair was pinned to maintain volume, while the rest continued in long, structured curls falling down the sides and back. Among some curls, delicate pink satin ribbons were tied, matching the large lace accessory and bows she wore on her head.
Instead of a dress, she wore a soft, light-colored blouse, fitted to her body. The neckline was deep, opening wide at the front and revealing much of her cleavage. Her enormous bust pressed against the fabric, creating evident curves and molding the material to her form.
The blouse was partially tucked into a high-waisted dark fabric pants that perfectly followed her curves, accentuating her wide hips and long legs, creating an elegant yet provocative silhouette.
She stopped a few meters away, respecting the space but not retreating.
— You enjoyed the feeling, didn't you? — she asked, voice soft and velvety, carrying an ancient certainty. — I can feel it from here… that fire that doesn't go out, that only grows. I would like to invite you to a place where that sensation never ends.
Isolde tilted her head, assessing her with calm predatory calm.
— And where would that place be?
The woman smiled slowly, red lips curving into an elegant arc.
— A mansion beyond the hill. Not just any house… a place made for desires like yours. Halls with eternal fireplaces, rooms that never sleep, mirrors that show what the body truly wants. Inside, pleasure has no beginning or end—it only continues. No limits, no exhaustion, no tomorrow that erases yesterday. You can enter… and never need to leave.
Lila lifted her face from Isolde's shoulder, green eyes shining with a mix of exhaustion and feverish curiosity.
The woman extended her hand, palm up, in a simple, inviting gesture.
— My name is Élodiane Verlaine. Come with me. Or stay here in the forest… and let the fire burn alone. The choice is yours.
Isolde met Lila's eyes for a long second. The girl nodded slowly, tail twitching once in anticipation.
— Let's go — Isolde said, voice low.
Élodiane smiled wider, turned, and began walking up the trail that climbed the hill. Isolde adjusted Lila in her arms and followed, their bodies still hot and pressed together, the scent of pleasure clinging to their skin.
The mansion appeared on the horizon, tall towers against the darkening sky, windows glowing with warm light like lit promises.
The door opened by itself as they approached.
A hot, perfumed breath escaped from inside, carrying sandalwood incense, ancient wood warmed by low fire, polished leather, and a subtle musk that seemed to seep directly into the skin. The air in there was denser, more alive, as if the mansion itself breathed along with whoever entered.
INFO UPDATE
Name: Isolde Dusksong
Race: Elf
Age: 27
Height: 6'2"
PHYSICAL STATUS
Weight: 154 lbs
Body Type: Extremely Curvy / Athletic Voluptuous
Breasts: Large (colossal and heavy, as described in scenes)
Hips: Wide and Strong
Thighs: Thick and Powerful
Butt: Voluminous and Firm
Futanari: Yes
Name: Lila Emberpaw
Race: Nekogirl
Age: 25
Height: 5'6" (estimated for agile, medium feline body)
PHYSICAL STATUS
Weight: 130 lbs (estimated for light, flexible, and curvy feline body)
Body Type: Curvy / Agile Feline
Breasts: Large (implied by overall voluptuousness)
Hips: Rounded and Flexible
Thighs: Toned and Soft
Butt: Plump and Perky
Futanari: No
Name: Élodiane Verlaine
Race: Human
Age: 28
Height: 5'10"
PHYSICAL STATUS
Weight: 160 lbs (estimated for serene and subtly curvaceous body)
Body Type: Voluptuous / Elegant
Breasts: Large and Full
Hips: Wide and Graceful
Thighs: Thick and Smooth
Butt: Rounded and Inviting
Futanari: No