Chapter 5: Chapter 5
The girl was still hard. That was the first impossible thing Lilith understood, pinned on her back in the ruin of her own bedsheets, cum sheeting out of her well-fucked pussy in thick, steaming ropes, and Ashley's cock still standing rigid against her belly, fat and flushed dark, slick with everything Lilith had taken from her. Fifteen inches of it. It swayed when the girl shifted her hips, heavy as a forearm, drooling a thread of precum so thick it looked like the start of another load.
"Again?" Lilith managed, and heard something in her own voice she had not heard in three centuries. Breathlessness.
"You said the whole night." Ashley's purple eyes were glassy, drunk on her. Her small hands closed on Lilith's thick thighs and pushed them back, folding the succubus in half like she weighed nothing. "Please. I want... I want to be inside you again. I can't help it."
Lilith opened her mouth to answer and Ashley's cockhead kissed her slit, nudging through the froth of the last creampie, and every calculation she owned went white and quiet. The girl slid home in one long stroke, bottoming out against her cervix, and Lilith shrieked at her own ceiling, back arching off the mattress, heavy tits bouncing.
Then there was no more talking for a long time.
Ashley fucked her like the bed owed her money. Small body, brutal hips, that enormous cock dragging out to the tip and slamming back in until Lilith's ass cheeks rippled from the impact and the headboard chewed paint off the wall. Lilith came in the first ninety seconds, squirting around the pistoning shaft, soaking the sheets, soaking Ashley's flat stomach, and the girl did not even slow down. She had learned something. Each time Lilith's walls clamped and fluttered around her, Ashley angled her hips and found the spot, that spongy patch behind the pubic bone, and hammered it without mercy, and Lilith's climaxes began to chain together, one rolling into the next until she lost count somewhere around six.
They migrated. Ashley picked her up, still speared on her cock, and carried her to the bathroom with her legs locked around the girl's waist, bouncing her on that monster against the cold marble of the counter. Lilith gripped the mirror and watched herself get wrecked, wine-colored eyes rolled, drool stringing from her lip, her painted mouth babbling filth she barely recognized as hers.
"Fuck, you're so deep, you're in my womb, you're splitting mommy open, don't stop, don't you dare stop..."
Ashley came inside her there. The girl's balls drew up against her shaft, huge and heavy, and then they pulsed, and Lilith felt the load hit her cervix like a fist. Spurt after spurt after spurt, hot and impossibly thick, her womb ballooning with it until her lower belly tautened visibly, until it overflowed and backwashed down Ashley's shaft in a creamy flood. And Ashley stayed hard inside all of it. Ashley rocked her hips through her own orgasm, milking it, using Lilith's stuffed pussy to pleasure herself longer.
That was when the first cold thought found her through the haze.
Lilith tried to feed.
It was instinct, breathing, older than her name. She reached her hungers down into the girl's body the way she always did, sipping the sweet river of lifeforce that poured off Ashley in torrents, and it was like drinking from a firehose. More than that. The girl's essence flooded her faster than she could swallow, and every gushing creampie was saturated with it, dense as syrup, pooling in her womb where she could not metabolize it fast enough. She had planned to drain Ashley to a drowsy husk by dawn. She was going to drown first. The seed sat in her belly, potent and alive and dense with draconic vitality, her fertile eggs bathed in it, and Lilith, drunk on dick, had one lucid, rising-panic heartbeat of arithmetic before Ashley pulled out and dragged her, dripping, to the window.
The glass wall of the penthouse was floor to ceiling, city lights glittering fifty floors below. Ashley bent her over the sill and took her from behind, and Lilith's panic melted like sugar in rain. The girl's rhythm was tireless, her heavy balls slapping wetly against Lilith's clit with every stroke, and Lilith moaned like a cheap thing and pushed her hips back to meet them, greedy, feeding her own ruined pussy onto that shaft.
"How are you still this hard?" she gasped, and it came out reverent, almost worshipful.
"I don't know. I feel amazing." Ashley leaned over her back, small pert chest against Lilith's, mouth at her ear. "Your pussy feels so good. I don't ever want to stop."
Lilith smiled into the glass, and the smile cracked. Something was happening to her body. She felt it before she saw it, heat blooming under her skin, her glamour the next thing to go. Three hundred years of the spell, held together by a succubus's will, and it was thinning like fog at noon because her focus was being eaten alive by a birthday girl's cock.
Her breasts swelled first. They had been heavy before, an armful each, and they grew fuller, rounder, perkier, nipples flushing darker and stiffening into fat aching points that dragged against the cool glass. Her stomach tightened into sculpted abs she had not bothered to wear in decades. Her hips flared wider, thighs packing on dense muscle and softness both, ass growing heavier and rounder until Ashley's pistoning hips slapped against it with a meatier sound. Lilith watched it happen in her reflection, open-mouthed, moaning, unable to spare the willpower to stop it because stopping it would mean thinking, and thinking was impossible with that cock rearranging her guts.
Then the heat crawled up her scalp.
Two points of pressure, then ache, then relief, as her horns broke through her wine-colored hair, curling ridges of black horn sweeping back along her skull. Her tail unspooled behind her, long and sinuous, tapering to a spade that whipped and flexed with every jolt of pleasure, entirely beyond her control.
Lilith stared at her own true face in the glass and fifteen-inches of girlcock was still hammering her from behind, and Ashley saw none of it. The girl's eyes were squeezed shut, her head thrown back, lost in the clenching heat of the succubus's cunt, groaning with each thrust, dragging Lilith's new thicker hips back onto her meat like she owned it.
"You're getting tighter," Ashley panted. "So wet. You feel even better now."
Even better now. Lilith laughed, high and unsteady, and it turned into a moan as another orgasm tore through her, her pussy gushing around the shaft, her tail lashing, her horns throwing shadows across the ceiling. She had planned to wear this girl like a meal. Instead the meal was rearranging her, pumping her full faster than she could process, and her most careful disguise was crumbling with every thrust, and the sweet oblivious creature buried inside her did not even notice she was fucking a demon.
Ashley pulled out, and Lilith gasped at the sudden emptiness, cum sluicing down her thighs. Small hands turned her, pushed her, and she went down onto the bed on her stomach without a whisper of resistance, boneless, ass up, dripping.
"Again," Ashley whispered behind her, and the fat slick head pressed back into her gaping, flooded hole.
The girl's weight settled along her spine, her cock sawing deep with short hard strokes that ground Lilith's clit into the mattress, and Lilith wailed into the pillow. Her tail thrashed wild and helpless, and Ashley's hands wandered along her body, over her swelling ass, up her spine, and found her horns.
The girl gripped them. Wrapped both hands around the black ridged curves like handles, and yanked, arching Lilith's head back, and slammed in deeper.
Lilith came so hard her vision went gold. Her body clenched down like a fist, milking, and Ashley groaned above her and delivered another load straight into her already-ballooning womb, spurt after scalding spurt, until Lilith could feel it sloshing, could feel herself brimming with the virile flood of a creature she had mistaken for prey.
"How do you want me next?" Ashley breathed against her ear, still buried to the hilt, still hard, thick cum already leaking out around her shaft. "I can go all night. I really can."
Lilith looked back over her shoulder, horned, tailed, gallons' worth of a dragon-blooded futa's seed churning in her fertile womb, and understood with total clarity that she had been outrun.
"However you want me," she said.
Ashley's answer came in motion. She pulled out, leaving Lilith gaping and empty for one breathless second, then flipped her onto her back and settled between her thighs. The bed was still soaked, sheets twisted into wet ropes, and Lilith's head sank into a pillow that smelled of sex and salt and the girl's musky, overwhelming heat.
Ashley positioned her, lifting Lilith's new thicker hips onto her own lap, and slid home in one smooth, endless push. Lilith's eyes rolled back. The girl's weight pressed her down, her small chest flat against Lilith's swollen breasts, and she began to move with a slow, grinding rhythm that made Lilith's tail curl and uncurl against the mattress.
"You're so perfect like this," Ashley murmured, her voice dreamy, drunk. "So soft. So tight. I could live inside you."
Lilith wanted to say something sharp, something that reclaimed her dignity, but the words died when Ashley hit that spot again, that deep spongy patch just behind her cervix, and Lilith's legs wrapped around the girl's waist on pure instinct.
The next hour dissolved into a haze of position changes, none of them initiated by Lilith. Ashley moved with a tireless, inventive hunger that Lilith had never encountered in any partner, mortal or otherwise. She bent Lilith in half, folding her knees to her ears, and fucked her until the bed's headboard cracked against the wall. She lifted Lilith's legs over her shoulders and drove down at an angle that made Lilith see stars. And when Lilith came, which was often, Ashley kept going, pulling her through the aftershocks, milking her body for more.
It was in front of the mirror that Lilith understood how badly she had lost control.
Ashley stood behind her, cock buried to the root, and hooked her arms under Lilith's knees, lifting her off the floor. Lilith's back pressed against the girl's chest, her weight supported entirely by that massive shaft buried inside her, and she could see everything. Her own horned reflection, wine-colored hair a wreck, her breasts swollen and heavy and swollen, her belly distended with cum, her thighs slick and shaking. And Ashley behind her, small and pink-cheeked and utterly focused, gripping Lilith's legs like she was a piece of furniture.
"Look at yourself," Ashley breathed, and her hips started to pump, short and deep, bouncing Lilith on her cock. "You're so beautiful like this. I can't believe you're real."
Lilith watched herself get fucked in the glass, her tail thrashing loose and helpless, her pussy gripping and releasing around the shaft with wet, obscene sounds. She tried to look away and couldn't. The reflection held her transfixed, this impossible girl destroying her with kind, worshipful eyes.
"Say it feels good," Ashley said, her voice soft and demanding at once. "Say you like how I use you."
"I like it," Lilith gasped, and the words came out before she could stop them. "I love it. Please, don't stop, I need it, I need you to keep going, I'm begging you."
Ashley smiled, a sweet and utterly satisfied smile, and fucked her harder.
They ended up in the jacuzzi eventually. Lilith was not sure how. One moment she was suspended in the air, the next she was underwater, held against the warm tiled edge, Ashley's cock bobbing in front of her flushed face. The girl pulled her out by the horns and sat on the wide marble lip, legs spread, and dragged Lilith's mouth down onto the head.
"Open up," Ashley said, and it was not a request.
Lilith opened, straining her jaw, drooling down her chin as the thick head pushed past her teeth. The taste of the girl's skin, her precum flooding Lilith's tongue, would have been a feast, but she could not feed, could not spare the focus, and she simply sucked, drawing long, wet bobs along the shaft while Ashley's hands tangled in her hair.
Then Ashley lifted her off and pushed the slick head between her breasts.
"Keep your mouth open," the girl said, and she grabbed her own tits, pressing them together around the shaft, and fucked the warm, slick valley while Lilith's tongue caught the leaking tip with every stroke.
The load hit her full in the face. Hot and thick, striping her cheeks and lips and eyelids, and Ashley's breathless laugh echoed off the tile as she pumped out spurt after spurt, painting the succubus in her seed.
"Too much?" Ashley asked, and she did not sound sorry.
Lilith swallowed what she could and licked the rest from her lips, and her answer was to crawl forward and take the still-hard cock back into her mouth.
The shower was steam and water pressure, hot needles beating down on Lilith's horned head as she knelt on the tile and Ashley took her from behind. No. That was wrong. Ashley sat on the floor of the stall, back against the glass wall, and Lilith crouched over her, riding in reverse cowgirl, facing the spray. The girl's hands gripped her horns for leverage, tilting her hips and pulling her down onto the shaft at an angle that made Lilith's vision white out.
"Ride me," Ashley instructed, her voice barely audible over the water. "Use me. I want you to come on my cock. Come on, I know you want to."
Lilith rode her. Sloppy and desperate and open-mouthed against the steaming jet, her thighs burning, her hips slamming down in frantic, uncoordinated strokes. The water washed over her, rinsing the evidence away even as her pussy kept producing it, and when she came she screamed into the spray, her body convulsing so hard she nearly slipped off.
Ashley caught her by the horns and steadied her, and her thumb found Lilith's clit and worked it until she was sobbing.
"Good girl," Ashley whispered. "So good. I love how you feel on my cock."
Lilith's heart seized. Not from the praise, she told herself. From the water, that was all.
After the shower, they collapsed on the bathmat, damp and steaming, and Ashley pulled Lilith on top of herself, guiding her down until they were tangled in a 69. Lilith's mouth found the girl's cock, slick with water and her own juices, and she tasted herself on it, salty and faintly sweet. She took the shaft deep, moaning, and Ashley's fingers dug into her thighs in answer.
"You're so good at that," Ashley gasped around Lilith's clit, and her tongue flicked over the hard, swollen pearl. "I could do this forever. I think you're getting better, actually."
Lilith had no answer. Her mouth was full of cock, and her hips were grinding down against the girl's eager mouth, and the pleasure was stacking, building, a pressure behind her eyes that had nothing to do with her glamour.
And as Ashley clamped her lips around the head and sucked hard, Lilith came so violently she bit down on the shaft, and Ashley groaned and spent in her mouth, thick and hot, and they collapsed in a heap, gasping, two pale slick bodies tangled on the bathmat.
The window was cold against Lilith's back. She was pinned there, her feet barely touching the floor, Ashley's cock driving into her from the front, the city below a smear of gold light. The glass fogged with her breath. Her horns clicked against the pane, her tail wound around Ashley's waist, and the girl's hands held her up, one under her ass, one on her hip, fucking her standing with an unhurried, ruthless rhythm.
"Look down," Ashley whispered. "Look how far we are. I could drop you and no one would ever know."
Lilith looked down and the vertigo hit her, and the pressure of the cock hammering her womb hit her, and she came again, heart pounding, heels kicking against the glass.
By the time the sky outside began to gray, they had covered the whole penthouse. The bed, the bathroom, the shower, the jacuzzi, the floor, the window. Lilith lay on the kitchen counter now, hips tilted up, legs spread, spent and shivering, and Ashley stood between her thighs, cock still hard, still wet, still pushing slow and deep inside her gaping, overstuffed hole.
"Are you okay?" Ashley asked, voice soft and worried, and she stroked Lilith's cheek with a hand slick with both their juices.
Lilith could not think. Her thoughts had been reduced to a warm, drowned smear of sensation, and the only thing she could feel coherently was the satisfying weight of the girl inside her, the heat of her body, the gentleness of her hand.
She looked up at that innocent, kind, utterly devastating face, and her own voice came out small and strange.
"I'm yours," she said, and she meant it so completely it terrified her. "Whatever you want. I'm yours."
Ashley's purple eyes went wide, then soft, and she leaned down and kissed her, gentle and sweet, and thrust slow and deep, and Lilith came without a sound, tears sliding down her wet face, holding on to the girl who had ruined her and knowing with quiet, ruined certainty that she never wanted it any other way.