Leon's senses stirred, and as consciousness unfurled, he found himself enveloped in a sea of immaculate white. This canvas of ethereal purity felt hauntingly familiar, a realm he had traversed in moments of intimate transcendence.
The alluring demon lord reclined beside him on a lavish heart-shaped bed, adorned in sheets of passionate red. Petals, scattered like whispers of desire, adorned the scene, creating an atmosphere of sensuous enchantment. The succubus, an embodiment of allure, indulged in a glass of wine, her beauty weaving a captivating spell in the surreal space.
"Eve," Leon's voice reverberated, creating ripples in the limitless void. "What happened to me?"
"You lost consciousness while sculpting a skill. It has left you significantly weakened. Fortunately, it's a transient state, a mere interlude in the grand tapestry of your existence. There's no need to succumb to worry."
"I'm not really... concerned about that... But why did it happened? Am I allowed to create spells that easily?"
"Not quite easily, Master," she purred, her words laced with a sultry allure. "It only happens after indulging in sex a hundred times, and only when you find yourself in a perilous situation, just like what occurred. Your memories were manipulated, prompting the system to inquire if you wished to create a safeguard."
With a deliberate elegance, she raised the glass of wine to her lips, savoring the crimson elixir. Scarlet lips, a testament to temptation, sensually embraced the vessel.
Leon found himself spellbound by this simple yet entrancing act. In the grand tapestry of his experiences, she emerged as an unparalleled force, a mesmerizing presence that transcended the multitude of encounters he had known.
"I should caution you, Master," she continued, her voice a velvet warning. "Don't harbor thoughts of me in that way. Your desires may roam freely among mortal realms, but not within my grasp. Even as the Queen of Succubi, I am a prize not easily claimed."
"I don't think... I am thinking of you in that way."
A wry smile played on her lips as she responded, "I reside within you, so, of course, I know your feelings. Subconsciously, you yearn for intimacy with me."
With a snap of her fingers, the bed beneath them vanished, sending Leon tumbling to the floor with a soft thud. Eve, unaffected, emerged standing before him. From his prone position, he couldn't help but marvel at her seductive allure – her figure, a symphony of temptation; red eyes piercing through the dimness, black hair cascading like a waterfall of shadows, horns atop her head, and bat wings gracefully poised on her back.
"I revel in the gaze that paints me as irresistibly enticing – a perfect fit for the title of the Queen of Succubus."
Another snap, and a throne constructed from bones and skulls materialized. She settled into it with regal elegance, crossing her legs. Unintentionally, Leon's eyes sought to explore the forbidden allure between her thighs as they gracefully intertwined, only to fail miserably.
"You, Master, are a vessel of unrestrained lust. Even if you outwardly resist the notion of your body being a canvas for pleasure, deep down, you savor the intoxicating dance of passion. It's in your subconscious, the enjoyment of the carnal."
Leon couldn't deny it. While he initially entered the prostitution ring to secure extra income for his sister's illness, he found himself no longer repulsed by it.
"In fact, Master, your lascivious thoughts extend beyond the confines of paid encounters. Iris, for instance. Millis too. And, dare I say it, even your sister, Seres."
Leon vehemently protested, "There's no conceivable way I would harbor such feelings for Seres. She's my sister."
Eve's sigh echoed with a subtle undertone of mischief, and with a casual snap of her fingers, the scene transformed. Three alluring figures materialized, positioned on all fours and advancing towards Leon with provocative gazes. Yet, these were not mere women; they were Iris, Millis, and Seres. Iris, typically adorned in her habit, now wore a version that hinted at a more seductive side. Millis, in a daring maid outfit, left her breasts unabashedly exposed for Leon's gaze. Meanwhile, Seres embraced a sultry bunny ensemble that added an extra layer of temptation.
Leon's eyes widened in astonishment. "Huh? Eve, what are you doing?"
"Just assisting you in confronting the depth of your primal desires, Master."
Leon kept his gaze fixed on the advancing trio, each in an enticing all-fours posture.
"Leon, I crave your cock in this sacred space. A space I vowed to reserve for the Saintess, but I can no longer endure the restraint. What's the point of being a woman if I remain in a celibate state?" Iris declared, predatory hunger emanating from her eyes, akin to a carnivore eyeing its prey.
"Sister Iris, I understand your yearning. I, too, grapple with those desires. That's why I've been launching attacks on Leon, seducing him whenever the opportunity arises. But he's proven to be quite resilient. Perhaps, if the three of us join forces, he'll finally succumb," Millis chimed in with a playful, mischievous grin.
"Brother is a naughty boy, leaving us girls in this pent-up state. I want to be fucked too, you know. After all, I am a woman," Seres added, punctuating her words with a seductive lick of her lips.
Those words they spat out were the kind you wouldn't hear in polite company. But despite that, Leon couldn't help but be drawn into the debauchery unfolding before him. He shook his head, trying to clear the perverse scene playing havoc with his mind, attempting to distance himself.
Yet, escape proved futile as Seres snatched his feet, her grip firm. "Nuh-uh! You can't wriggle away, Brother. Time to settle your debts for not giving us a good fuck."
Millis climbed on top of him, her voice dripping with crude anticipation. "Don't cry if your hips feel the squeeze, 'cause I ain't planning on easing up like last time," she warned.
Leon felt a familiar sensation, his throbbing member brushing against the warmth of a woman's entrance. It was a sensation he'd encountered countless times, yet each encounter held a unique allure.
Millis licked her lips with a wicked gleam, Iris trailed her tongue across his chest, and Seres seized his head, turning it towards her.
"Seres, think twice about this. We're siblings, remember?"
She responded with a devilish grin, "Not related by blood, though."
She then aggressively seized his lips, her tongue voraciously exploring the depths of his mouth.
Glancing toward Eve, who lounged on the throne, observing the debauchery with a wicked grin while leisurely sipping her wine, Leon silently pleaded for some form of intervention. Yet, Eve's cold response cut through the air, "Don't resist, Master. Fucking the three women you love will reveal just how insatiable your lust truly is."
After delivering her nonchalant decree, she indulged in another swig of her wine. Meanwhile, Millis, with a predatory glint in her eyes, took charge, impaling herself on Leon's pulsating member.
"Ahh! I've been craving this moment," she moaned, her gaze shifting from above to meet his, a wicked grin playing on her lips. "You're definitely not an untouched virgin anymore."
Leon's eyes bulged with disbelief as his pulsating member was ruthlessly shoved to the hilt within her drenched pussy. The sensation of her warm, clenching depths, coupled with the rhythmic throbbing, was brutally vivid, making it damn near impossible to dismiss this as some figment of his imagination. Engulfed in the raw reality, all five senses were ablaze. The taste of Seres on his lips, the tactile stimulation of Iris lustfully licking his nipple while Millis aggressively rode his dick, the intoxicating scents of the three girls, and the symphony of lustful moans echoing in his ears all amalgamated into an overwhelming experience.
Although Iris, Millis, and Seres were technically not real in this surreal space, their presence felt strikingly genuine.
"I'm going to start moving, Leon."
Millis planted her hands firmly on his chest, initiating a rhythmic ascent and descent on his throbbing shaft. Each undulating movement sent a surge of ecstasy coursing through Leon's body, amplifying his awareness of the provocative scene playing out around him.
Seres, maintaining her firm grip on his head, pulled him into a passionate kiss that mirrored the taboo intensity of their encounter. Her tongue explored his mouth with a fervor that matched the rhythm of Millis riding his dick. Meanwhile, Iris continued her exploration, traversing from his nipple to other erogenous zones with unwavering determination, leaving a trail of wet kisses and nibbles.
Eve's cold gaze lingered, a silent witness to this lascivious spectacle, as she sipped her wine with an air of detached amusement.
"Trust me, Master. If you want to survive in this world, you have to get stronger," Eve muttered in a sultry voice, drowned out by the symphony of moans and lewd sounds enveloping them. "Now that there's also someone hosting a demon lord, there's a chance the war that happened centuries ago—the one hundred year war—will unfold once again. I don't know when, so I'm going to prepare you for it, so you can at least defend yourself. I'm guessing the gods are at it again, orchestrating the dance of all mortals in the palm of their hands."
Eve cast a determined gaze at Leon, who was engulfed in a raw and unrestrained gangbang by three insatiable women.
"I'll make you strong, so no god can manipulate you into dancing in their hands."