I Took A Succubus's First Time

Hina collapsed forward, her soft, sweat-slicked chests pressing flush against Kouhei's bare skin. Their hearts were pounding wildly, syncing in rhythm as they gasped for air, lungs desperately trying to keep up with the overwhelming surge of pleasure that had just torn through them.

For a moment, neither of them said a word, their heavy breathing the only sound filling the room. Then, their eyes met—locked in a dazed haze of desire—and they leaned into each other without hesitation, lips connecting in a heated kiss.

Their mouths moved hungrily, tongues entangling and dancing in a wet, sensual rhythm. Every lick carried a lingering taste of each other, and warm steam drifted from their lips each time they parted for breath, only to reconnect again with even more fire.

"Ha... That felt good..." Hina whispered, her voice husky, still trembling from the aftermath. Her lashes fluttered as she looked into Kouhei's eyes. "Did that feel good to you too, Kouhei?" she asked, almost teasing.

There was no world where it wouldn't.

"It really felt good..." he replied, his voice low, the pleasure still evident in his tone.

"I see... That's great," she said, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. Then her eyes drifted downward—and she paused. Kouhei's cock was still standing tall, throbbing faintly, coated in slickness, pulsing with need. She raised a brow, amused. "Do you want to do it again?" she asked, her tone laced with mischief.

Without a hint of shame or hesitation, Kouhei nodded all at once. With his cock still painfully erect even after cumming, denying her offer would've been far more embarrassing than accepting.

"Would you like to do me from behind?" she asked softly, almost in a purr.

Kouhei's answer was immediate—another firm nod, eyes locked on her.

With a playful smile, Hina slowly peeled herself off him and shifted her position. She rolled over onto her stomach on the mattress, her hips swaying as she adjusted, then lifted her hips up, presenting herself invitingly. The pose was alluring—sensual and raw, her back arched just right, pussy glistening and dripping with anticipation.

Then it hit him.

The scent. The thick, musky aroma that wafted from her exposed pussy struck his senses like a drug.

The pheromones of a succubus.

Invisible tendrils of arousal seemed to rise from her cunt like smoke, curling into his brain, dulling rational thought. It was sweet, intoxicating—addictive in a way that made his thoughts melt into primal instinct.

"Come, Kouhei..." she called to him, glancing back over her shoulder. Her lips curled into a playful, almost devilish grin. "Hurry~..."

Kouhei swallowed hard, feeling his throat dry despite the thick drool pooling in his mouth. He grabbed her hips with trembling hands and brought the tip of his cock to her soaked entrance.

Instead of thrusting in right away, he teased her—slowly swirling the tip around her folds, smearing her slickness across his length. Her body trembled at the sensation, a shiver running down her spine as she squeezed her eyes shut. Every slow, deliberate circle around her opening sent jolts of anticipation through her core.

Then, in one smooth motion, Kouhei pulled back—only to slam forward with a single, powerful thrust that buried his entire length into her soaked pussy.

"Ahn!? Ah...!"

Hina's body jolted forward. Her eyes went wide, mouth parted in a gasp as the sheer force of being spread open so suddenly hit her all at once. The sensation of his cock plunging into her in one go made her entire body feel like it was being torn apart and put back together in the same second.

Kouhei's grip on her ass tightened, his fingers sinking deep into her flesh as he started moving—slowly at first, savoring every single inch of her velvety insides.

"Haa, ahh, ahh, ahhh, aahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhh, ahh, ah, ah, ahh, ah nnn, ahh, ahh, ahh...!"

Her moans filled the room, sharp and rhythmic, each one laced with the tremble of overwhelming pleasure. Kouhei was taking his time. Each slow thrust dragged along the folds and ridges of her inner walls, and every pull felt like she was sucking him back in, her pussy greedy for more.

"Ahh, ahh, yaannn, ahh...! D-Does it feel good...?" she managed to ask, her voice weak and trembling as she looked back at him again.

"Yes..." Kouhei growled, his voice strained and rough.

Every sensation was setting his nerves on fire. Her walls were slick—so wet it made thrusting easy, but still tight enough to squeeze him with every movement. It was as if her pussy had a will of its own, tugging at his cock, milking him, refusing to let go. The pressure, the friction, the heat—it was frying his brain in a sea of pure, unfiltered dopamine.

Hina could feel it too. She knew he was enjoying himself. And surprisingly, even with her succubus instincts in full bloom, she found herself enjoying it just as much. Sex with Kouhei in her real form—her true, lust-fueled succubus body—was far more fulfilling than she expected.

"Ahnn, ahh... Ahhh...! You're going very deeppp~...!"

She gasped, her body shaking. She could feel every vein on his cock as it pushed into her deeper and deeper, each thrust making her mind blank with pleasure. Her cervix was being stretched to its limit, the head of his cock battering against it as if trying to push through into her womb.

"Ahh, yaannn~...! Ahhnn, ahhh...!"

Kouhei looked down at her as he fucked her. Her ass was a masterpiece—every time he thrust into her, her flesh rippled with the impact, waves of motion spreading across her cheeks. It would undulate, then bounce again with his next thrust, never settling as his hips clapped against her again and again in a wet, rhythmic slap.

"Ahh, yannn, ahh, ahhn, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, it feels good~... Ahnn, ah, ahh, ah, ahh, ahnn... Yannn, ahh, ahnn, ahh~... Ahnn, ahh...!"

She was utterly immersed in pleasure.

The sounds of her moans weren't just loud—they reverberated against the walls with an almost rhythmic intensity, bouncing and echoing until they filled every inch of the love motel room. Her cries of ecstasy were no longer private. They had become a performance, likely overpowering even the moans and gasps of the couple next door. By now, those strangers had probably stopped fucking altogether—captivated, maybe even entranced, by the sheer ferocity of what Kouhei and Hina were doing. These motel walls were thin, practically paper, never designed to contain the symphony of raw lust echoing from within.

"Ahhn, ahh...! It feels good~... It feels good~... Ahhh, ahhh! More...! More...! More...! Ahnn, ahh, ahh, ahhh...!"

From above her, Kouhei looked down, catching sight of the glisten of sweat slowly trailing along his chin. The droplet, heavy with heat and tension, hung briefly at the edge before finally falling. It landed right on the curve of Hina's ass, the soft sound barely audible amid the chorus of flesh and moans. Gravity took it further, letting it slip down the cleft between her cheeks, finally resting atop the sakura-petal nestled between them like a delicate secret.

He had already entered her there once before. And now, with that memory etched so vividly in his mind, seeing it again—so bare, so intimate—sent his imagination spiraling into unrestrained desire.

Still thrusting into her with primal focus, Kouhei adjusted his grip. One of the hands that had been firmly clutching her ass cheeks slid slightly, his thumb moving deliberately until it hovered just beside her asshole. With a subtle but purposeful motion, he used it to spread her open.

"Ahh...! K-Kouhei, what...? Ahnnn...!"

The sight that met his eyes was too much, too tempting and too raw. Her asshole, blushing with a pinkish hue and slick with the heat of their act, was revealed to him like a forbidden treasure. Unable to restrain himself, Kouhei pressed his thumb against it, teasing her with a firm, exploratory touch.

"Ahh, yaannn, ahhh...!"

The response was immediate. Hina's mouth parted, her tongue slipping out, as her eyes rolled back in dazed delight. The sensation hit her hard—shocking, overwhelming and electrifying. Her body responded instinctively. Her thighs began to tremble, shivering from the inside out, and she bit down on her lower lip in a desperate attempt to steady herself. But it was useless—her body was already his.

"Ahh... Yannn... Ahh...! K-Kouhei... So good...~!"

It wasn't just that Kouhei was doing whatever he pleased—it was the way he did it. That faint touch of domination, that raw assertiveness, awakened something deep inside her. She loved this side of him. It turned her on in ways that words couldn't explain. She had always known he had that kind of power in him—he just hadn't accepted it fully. Not yet. But now, little by little, he was stepping into that role. Embracing it. Becoming it.

And to prove it, Kouhei withdrew his cock from her soaked, pulsing pussy. His hands, strong and unwavering, grasped both of her legs, lifting her body off the bed with ease.

"Ah...!"

Hina's voice broke with surprise, a mixture of thrill and disbelief. She could feel the strength in his grip, the firm control in how he handled her. He was powerful now—undeniably so. And it was thanks to the countless hours he'd spent training with Aria. Every bit of that strength was real.

Shifting her weight carefully, Kouhei pressed her back against his chest. With confident precision, he spread her legs open in the shape of an M. Her thighs formed the gentle curve of the V, while her knees and calves made up the vertical lines—the I's of the formation. It was a position that exposed her fully, left nothing hidden, and yet made her feel cradled in his arms.

His hands were already occupied. So, instead of using his hands, Kouhei guided his cock forward with the slow, deliberate sway of his hips. His aim was unmistakable.

He was going for the place where his thumb had just explored moments ago—that tight, sensitive opening.

"Hina-san... Is it okay here...?"