Lycius loomed over Xylara, his golden eyes gleaming with an undeniable sense of control.
With a mere flick of his fingers, the very fabric of the dreamscape bent to his will. A ripple of unseen power surged through the air, and in an instant, Xylara's garments ignited—silent, smokeless flames consuming them as though they had never existed.
The fire licked along her skin without harm, leaving nothing behind but the bare, unblemished canvas of her form—vulnerable, exposed, and entirely at his mercy.
Lycius's golden eyes roamed over Xylara's form, drinking in every exquisite detail. Her silky violet hair cascaded across the pillows in waves, a stark contrast against the emptiness of the dreamscape.
Her eyes, once a soft, delicate shade of violet, had darkened into a richer hue—deep, intoxicating, and as mesmerizing as the midnight sky. Each rise and fall of her breath only added to the allure, her bare form laid before him like a masterpiece waiting to be claimed.
Her body was the very definition of temptation—a perfect blend of soft curves and irresistible allure. Every inch of her was crafted to captivate, drawing the eye and stirring desire.
The dream's soft glow traced along her skin, emphasizing the contrast between her beautiful plentiful breasts and the undeniable temptations they exuded.
Her pussy—beautifully shaped, her pubes nicely trimmed to compliment her shape.
At this point, Lycius could no longer hold himself back. His restraint shattered, his breath hot against her most intimate part, her pussy.
His lips hovered just inches away, drawn in by the intoxicating scent of her arousal. The hunger in his golden eyes deepened as he prepared to claim her in the most sinful way.
The alluring juice trickling from her pussy beckoned him, a silent invitation he could no longer resist. Its intoxicating scent teased his senses, urging him to indulge, to savor every drop of it.
"How can I let such a tempting drink go to waste?"
Unable to resist any longer, his lips pressed against her quivering pussy, tasting the warmth of her tasty juice as he claimed her with a slow, deliberate kiss.
A soft, unguarded whimper spilled from Xylara's lips. "Ahhh...❤️"
The sound rippled through the royal chamber, a sweet, unguarded surrender that only sharpened Lycius's hunger, urging him to devour her completely.
Drawing from the techniques of the Incubus Ways, he infused his tongue with aetherius—its texture thickening, its speed quickening, its flexibility becoming near serpentine. A wicked smirk played on his lips as he prepared to overwhelm Xylara in ways she had never known.
Aetherius Tongue
"What are you doing down there, Ah... ❤️"
A moan escaped Xylara's lips as she felt the sudden, electrifying shift in Lycius's tongue.
Undeterred in his pursuit, he extended it deeper, the preternatural flexibility allowing him to explore every untouched corner within her.
His movements were slow yet deliberate, mapping her most intimate depths as if preparing to consume her completely.
"Ahh,❤️"
"Ahh,❤️...Wait..."
"Ahh,❤️...Ly...Lycius!"
She cried out his name in a shuddering scream, her body arching as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her fingers clenched the sheets beneath her, knuckles white as she surrendered completely.
Lycius, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden orgasm, eagerly accepted her essence, savoring the taste as it coated his tongue.
Though Xylara's lips curled into a satisfied smile, the truth was far more sinister. A wicked grin of hunger slowly took its place, her violet eyes gleaming with dark intent.
"You'll regret drinking that…" she mused, amusement and anticipation dancing in her thoughts.
Kiara's voice, both sweet and laced with mischief, echoed in Lycius's mind.
"Master, this naughty little minx is about to unleash all her pent-up desires on you. My advice? Brace yourself and enjoy the ride~"
"Oh, and here's a little something from my system side—consider it a special gift~" she chimed playfully.
[Ding! Curse Sin Of Lust has awakened.]
[Ding! Curse Sin Of Luas has been weakened due to separation from main body.]
[Ding! Effect: Lustful Plundering is currently unusable.]
[Ding! Effect: Milk Addict is currently unable.]
[Ding! Effect: Impossible Endurance is currently active.]
[Ding! Effect: Impenetrable Mind is currently active.]
[Ding! Effect: Impenetrable Mind has dissipated Mind Control Aphrodisiac.]
Lycius's smirk deepened, amusement flickering in his golden eyes as a rich chuckle rumbled from his throat.
Mindbound Enchantment.
His voice dropped to a low, commanding purr, laced with dark seduction. "You do realize that stunt of yours won't go unpunished… don't you, my naughty slave?"
Surprisingly, Xylara didn't so much as flinch at being called a lowly slave. It was as if she had already accepted it—embraced it, even.
Of course, this was no mere coincidence. It was the subtle yet absolute influence of Lycius's Mindbound Enchantment.
This effect allowed him to weave false memories into Xylara's dream-state, rewriting the very foundation of her identity within this realm. In these fabricated recollections, she had always been his—a devoted, obedient slave, utterly loyal to her master.
Of course, once Xylara awakens, she would dismiss all of this as nothing more than a vivid dream—a fleeting illusion born from the depths of her subconscious.
But Lycius knew better.
There was a well-guarded secret among the Desire Kind, one he had uncovered within the pages of an ancient tome hidden deep within the underground chamber.
A succubus could only ever belong to two men in her lifetime.
The first was the one she loved—a bond already forged with the angelic man Lycius had ruthlessly erased from Xylara mind and memory.
The second, however, was far more significant. A men they acknowledged as their true master. The one to whom they would surrender everything—mind, body, and soul.
This man—the true master—is regarded as the most important figure in a succubus's life, eclipsing even the love of her lover. Once this man enters her world, everything she has known is cast aside. She abandons all, sacrifices her very existence, to be with him. To serve him.
But such an event is rare, almost legendary. Succubi are seldom granted the opportunity to meet their destined master, which is why those few who do often feel a profound sense of honor and reverence. The connection is not only spiritual but soul-deep—a bond forged in a way that defies the natural order.
And now, having forcefully entered the realm of Xylara's dream, Lycius is no longer a mere second-mate presence in her mind. He has irrevocably claimed his place as her true master. When Xylara awakens, she will know—she will feel it—in every fiber of her being, that Lycius is the one she was always meant to surrender to.
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Xylara barely had a moment to steady her breath before Lycius seized control again, his movements deliberate, his intent undeniable.
With precise ease, he aligned his dick against her quivering pussy, teasing her with a slow, torturous glide that sent shivers rippling through her body.
A gasp hitched in Xylara's throat as her pussy instinctively resisted, her tightness refusing to give him entrance, reluctant yet yearning.
But Lycius was relentless. With a single, hard thrust, he forced half of his length inside, stretching her pussy around him.
"Ahhh... Too... Big... ❤️"
A shuddering moan spilled from her lips, the sound trembling between pleasure and surrender, her body struggling to keep up with the overwhelming sensation flooding through her.
Her walls tightened around him in a desperate attempt to resist, clenching as if trying to push him out—only to betray themselves by pulling him deeper.
SLURPP!
The unbearable tightness wrapped around him like a vice, her insides greedily sucking him in with every pulse, every movement, as if refusing to let go.
And then—Lycius began to move.
With each passing second, his pace quickened, his thrusts growing sharper, deeper—unyielding.
Grinding.
Xylara's moans became more desperate, rising in pitch, each one sweeter, more intoxicating than the last.
"Ahh… P-please… s-slow… down…❤️" she pleaded between gasps, her voice trembling, yet dripping with desire.
The wet, lewd symphony of their bodies colliding reverberated through the royal bedchamber, each sound more sinful than the last.
PLAP!
PLAP!
Her insides refused to let go—gripping, clenching, desperate to keep his dick deep within.
"Not… again…❤️" Xylara whimpered, her voice breaking as another wave of an orgasm crashed over her, leaving her breathless, trembling.
But Lycius didn't stop.
The cycle repeated—
Again.
And again.
And again.
Each time, switching positions, his thrusts grew rougher, more relentless—her body responding in kind, tightening around him with maddening intensity, even as her slick juices coated every inch of his dick.
Then Lycius reached his peak, spilling deep inside Xylara's trembling womb.
But even as she gasped, her body shuddering from the aftershocks, he didn't stop—if anything, he seemed even more energized, riding the waves of pleasure with an insatiable hunger.
(A/N: Huh…? It seems he had really taken Kiara's advice to heart. Well, she did tell him to enjoy as much as he could.)
Lycius finally slowed after his seventh release —not out of exhaustion, but because he sensed a lingering presence in the real world, an unwelcome irritation demanding his attention.
Beneath him, Xylara lay in a state of complete surrender, her mind teetering on the edge of mindbreak. Had he not infused her with his aetherius after the third session, she would have long since slipped into insanity, lost in an endless spiral of pleasure.
Lycius had no use for a mindless slave. Obedience was one thing—but true submission was far more satisfying when the one yielding still retained the will to understand who owned them.
With a sharp, fluid motion, Lycius withdrew from her trembling pussy, leaving Xylara gasping in the aftermath of their relentless breeding.
Then, his voice cut through the haze—low, dominant, and laced with an undeniable, terrifying allure.
"From this moment on, I am the only man you need. The only one you can depend on. The only one worthy of your respect. And most importantly..." His eyes burned into hers, a predator sealing his claim. "I own you—mind, body, and soul."
A violent shudder coursed through Xylara's exhausted frame. Her breath hitched, fear and submission intertwining as the weight of his words crushed what little defiance remained.
Her lips parted, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling yet resolute.
"Y-Yes... Master."
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As Lycius withdrew his presence from Xylara's dream, he ensured that what remained was nothing but bliss—a carefully woven illusion where she spent the rest of the night in his embrace, fully devoted, fully his. A perfect fantasy crafted to cement her submission.
And then—he was gone.
The dream dissolved behind him as he returned to the waking world.
Warm rays of morning light spilled through the grand windows of the royal bedchamber, painting the space in soft gold. The shift from the dream realm to reality was seamless, but the moment his senses sharpened, Lycius felt it—that lingering irritation. A presence that had been waiting. Watching.
A slow, melodic voice shattered the silence.
"Ohhh, what you did in her dreams was just sooo, so, so beautiful..."
Lycius turned, his eyes landing on Elizabeth. She stood there, a picture of elegance draped in midnight silks, her crimson gaze alight with something utterly unhinged—an intoxicating mix of admiration, amusement, and something darker.
She had seen everything. Every movement. Every command. Every moment of Xylara's fall.
A twisted thrill coiled in Lycius's chest. The fact that she had managed to pierce through his domain, to witness his control over Xylara's mind so effortlessly—it only confirmed what he already suspected.
Elizabeth was a monster. A dangerous, all-seeing goddess of magic.
(A/N: She's not a goddess, just a goddess in Lycius's eyes.)
And he wanted her now more than ever.
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