Succubus 2

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Mehoff is a peaceful village nestled on the kingdom's border. It's not particularly wealthy, but it's never been poor either. The village has a population of about 150, mostly in their forties. Although the village isn't large, the land is fortunately fertile, and crop failures are rare, so the villagers have rarely suffered from hunger, living a simple and contented life year after year. Hrum is a typical Mehoff boy, honest and simple by nature.
To maintain the village's normal life, once a week, a caravan of about ten people goes to the capital, Mainz, to go to the market. They bring local crops to sell and buy some necessities. This weekly market trip is practically their only interaction with the outside world, so for Hrum, the youngest member of the caravan, it's like a small expedition, filling him with immense excitement.
His heart is filled with anticipation. At the market, he sells his wares with extraordinary effort, acting like a little adult. During his brief period of free time, he greedily savored everything new in the capital, buying many trinkets rarely seen in the village. In the evening, he set off on his journey home, carrying his souvenirs. The day had been so wonderful that even waking up early, which he usually hated, had become a pleasure.
Sales had been exceptionally smooth; even crops that he usually couldn't keep were sold out quickly. Now, on the small wooden table, fragrant with the scent of vegetables, the souvenirs he had bought were piled up like a small mountain. Hrum smiled knowingly; among that mountain was a beautiful silk scarf he had bought with the money he had earned from the trip. "
Mom is probably cooking now, maybe wondering when I'll be home. If I give her this scarf, she and Dad will be so happy! Ah! I can't wait any longer!"
Hrum imagined the end of this wonderful day. But the moment the lead carriage stopped, his happiness came to an end.
"Hey! What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
The elderly leader jumped down from the carriage and ran towards the young man driving the lead carriage. The young man didn't answer immediately; he put his hand to his ear, listening intently. After a while, he turned to the old man and replied, "It's the bell..."
"Ah!"
Upon hearing the young man's words, the others all strained their ears and listened intently. Hrum understood what his older brother meant, and a sense of anxiety suddenly arose in his heart. He followed suit, closing his eyes and listening intently into the distance. Yes, it was indeed the bell. The bronze bell used for alarms had never been rung so loudly before.
At first, Hrum thought the bell was ringing for the village's training, because the bell had never rung outside of training. So this time it must be the same as usual, and nothing bad had happened... He desperately tried to convince himself of this, suppressing the anxiety surging in his chest.
But the adults traveling with him, although they also felt anxious, couldn't choose to escape reality. After a brief conversation, they abandoned their carts laden with goods and hurriedly ran towards the village.
No, it couldn't be. It must just be the villagers trying to scare them…
he told himself again. But his feet, for some reason, began to run wildly towards the village. He reassured himself again and again, but his breaths were filled with only persistent anxiety. He ran, his steps quick.
Once he reached the village, this unease would naturally disappear. Nothing must have happened. He would be greeted by the usual peaceful and happy scene. There were no fires or black plumes of smoke in the village. So everything would be alright. He would run into an acquaintance along the way, who would smile and ask him why he was running so breathlessly.
Hrum's thoughts suddenly froze.
"Uncle…"
Someone lay sprawled at the village entrance. The person slowly overlapped with the image in Hrum's memory. But the Uncle Aruba in his memory had never been so pale, nor did he have this horrifying habit of lying in a pool of blood.
"Uncle!!!"
Hrum's mind went blank. He rushed over, reaching out to touch Uncle Aruba's shoulder, but immediately pulled his hand away as if burned. Aruba's body was now covered in blue, red, and purple marks, dark red blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Hrum reluctantly accepted that what lay before him was merely a corpse.
The shock of witnessing death for the first time was too intense. Hrum snapped back to reality, finding himself sprawled on the ground, his legs trembling uncontrollably, unable to stand. After about ten seconds, he mustered his courage and looked at the corpse again, finally managing to stand up unsteadily.
"Dad... Mom..."
A sob escaped his lips. His slender legs swayed precariously, as if he would collapse at any moment. But Hrum still ran. His parents would surely take him away from this nightmare... This thought sustained him on the verge of collapse.
Tears blurred his vision, and a mournful cry echoed in his ears from somewhere. Someone else had been murdered. Who was it? Who was it? Why? Why? Why?
The house, not far from the village entrance, now seemed so far away. The building seemed to take an unusually long time to grow larger in his sight. The house's unchanging appearance eased his anxiety slightly, but the image of Uncle Aruba's tragic death lingered in his mind. Could it be that even his father and mother...?
"Dad! Mom!"
Hrum cried, pushing open the door. Before him stood his father, gripping a long sword, in a fighting stance, and his mother, trembling, clinging to him.
"Hrum! You're alright! That's good! That's good..."
His father's tense face immediately relaxed. He quickly pulled Hrum inside and locked the door. In Hrum's eyes, his father's tall figure and firm steps were so reassuring.
"Ah... Hrum..."
His mother called his name in a trembling voice, pulling him tightly into her arms. Immersed in his mother's warmth, Hrum finally felt he was truly home. He could no longer hold back the tears streaming down his face, his arms wrapped tightly around his mother's embrace. It was as if the tighter he held her, the further he could escape that terrible threat.
"Mom...it's alright..."
It was all over. His parents were both safe. So, it was all over. He desperately wanted to tell himself that. But when he looked up, he saw his parents' slightly relieved, yet still tense, expressions, as if facing a formidable enemy. He knew the nightmare was far from over.
"What...what happened?"
"It was an attack."
To be honest, Hrum knew nothing about the situation. He had only heard the village bells ring loudly and seen a corpse at the village entrance. Beyond that, he had no idea what was going on.
"Was it a monster?"
His parents must know something. Especially his father, who was carrying a sword; he was a former soldier. His father
must know something. "I don't know. I want to know too."
Hrum's hopes were dashed. For someone still at an age where he believed his parents were omnipotent, this was a cruel reality.
"Hrum, did you see anything on the way here?"
his father asked, peering out the window. Hrum felt a nausea rise in his stomach; he suppressed the urge to vomit and searched his memory for anything useful.
"No… I didn't see… anything…"
That wasn't true. He clearly saw it. He didn't want to remember, he didn't want to say it.
"Ugh… Uncle Aruba… he… he… died…"
"That's enough, Hrum, stop talking…"
The mother tightly embraced the tearful, stammering Hrum. The father, keeping a watchful eye on the doors and windows, let out a sorrowful sigh. Faced with unknown terror, this was the family's last moment of peace.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
This precious tranquility was shattered by the frantic knocking. The sound was so loud that perhaps "breaking down the door" would be a more accurate description.
Hrum and his mother clung to each other, their eyes tightly shut in fear. It's alright, it's alright, even if monsters break in, they're no match for Father. Hrum reassured himself, holding his mother even tighter. Whether it was the trembling of fear or the warmth of reassurance, they shared it all.
Don't come in! Don't come in! Despite the mother and son's desperate cries in their hearts, the door swayed precariously with each pounding. Finally, with a terrifying crash, the door was kicked open.
"Ahhh..."
Hrum hesitantly opened his eyes, but lacked the courage to look at the doorway. Was it the howl of a monster, the growl of a goblin or demi-human monster, or the threat of bandits that was about to echo at the door? Various possibilities flashed through Hrum's mind in an instant, but he could only stand there, trembling with his mother.
"Ara~~~~~~ It's a man~~~~~"
The voice from the doorway beautifully betrayed all his guesses.
"Ah~~ A cute boy, definitely a virgin, no doubt about it!"
The voice wasn't frightening at all; in fact, if you had to admit it, it was as melodious as a song.
"Hehehe~~~ Coming to this house was definitely a wise decision, right on target!"
The voice was far beyond his imagination, and he couldn't help but look up, his gaze passing over his mother's shoulder towards the doorway.
"What…"
A strange feeling suddenly stirred within him.
What he saw wasn't some ugly, terrifying monster, but three voluptuous and alluring female bodies. The three beauties were dressed in an exceptionally provocative and alluring manner, their voluptuous bodies almost entirely naked, with only a few thin veils lightly covering their chests and groins.
Even though Herum grew up in a region far removed from the threat of monsters and had little knowledge of such matters, he immediately understood that the 'them' before him could not possibly be human—the enormous black wings extending from their jade-like backs, the horns on either side of their heads, the long, pointed ears, and the pure black tails sprouting from their buttocks all testified to this. The black wings and tails moved restlessly, indicating that they were not exquisitely crafted ornaments.
Herum cautiously observed them, but as he looked, he felt the sensation that had sprouted within him grow stronger. This was his male instinct surging uncontrollably, urging his heart to pound violently. Herum knew very little about monsters, and even less about sex; at this moment, he attributed the wild beating of his chest to the imminent mortal danger before him.
"Big sisters...who are they? They're not human, but...so beautiful, so lovely. What's wrong with me? My body is so hot, so hot. "
A sharp metallic sound pulled him back from his daze. It was his father's longsword lying on the ground. His father's hands were empty, his cheeks flushed, his breathing heavy and labored.
"Father..."
Herum wondered if he had been attacked by magic.
His father's shoulders heaved violently, his legs swaying, while the women opposite him simply stared at him with delighted smiles. The long-haired woman standing in the center seemed to be the eldest, her face radiating tranquility and gentleness. She brought her hand to her pink lips and exhaled a soft breath.
His father seemed to be captivated by that sweet breath, swaying away from the family he should have been protecting, and walked step by step toward them. In his back, the reliable image he had previously projected was completely gone.
"Darling! Don't go!"
"Father! Father!!!"
Herum and his mother's desperate cries could not reach their father's ears. He stopped silently in front of the long-haired woman. As if welcoming him, the woman cupped his cheeks in her pale hands.
"God, please save us..."
Hrum prayed with his eyes closed, unable to imagine the horrific sight of his father's head being crushed in the woman's hands. But what followed was the sound of viscous water and a soft, seductive sigh.
He slightly opened his eyes, just a slit, from which he could only see the back of his father's head; he didn't know what was happening. He turned to look at his mother, only to see her standing there, mouth agape, frozen in place.
Was she eating his father's brain? He turned to the side, looking from a distance, and finally saw clearly. The alluring woman was kissing his father.
Hrum, like his mother, was speechless with shock at this sight. Even though he was just a child who didn't understand much about sex, he at least knew what kissing was. It was an intimate act permitted only between two people in love, and he had seen his father and mother kiss before. One day, he would do the same thing with the girl he loved, for it would be proof of their love. Kissing a woman who had broken in was wrong, no matter what!
But at this moment, the father, oblivious to his surroundings, was passionately kissing and biting the inhuman woman. It was longer, more greedy, more lewd than his kiss with his mother; their tongues intertwined, insatiably demanding, their lips half-open, tightly pressed together. Even when separated for a moment, they would take another bite after a brief breath, their bodies intertwined. This scene was already incredibly lewd, and the woman's silk dress had somehow disappeared. The father grabbed her breasts and began to enjoy them.
"Darling, what are you doing? Stop..."
The mother's barely audible moan pulled Herm back to reality.
But the father and woman's kiss only intensified, their tongues locked together, showing no intention of letting go. The father's eyes were fixed on the woman's alluring face. The woman, however, turned her gaze to the mother with a smug look, while simultaneously enveloping the father's tongue between her pink lips.
"Dad! Wake up!"
Herum cried out, the mother's expression, a mixture of sorrow and despair, deeply piercing him, but the father remained unmoved. He continued to cry out until his throat was dry and sore, only then did their lips separate, the sticky saliva tracing a silvery arc. But it wasn't the father who pulled away; it was the woman. The father still stirred, stretching his neck, wanting more.
"Hahaha, want more? My body is so tempting? Sure, I can put it in. Come on, take off your clothes, let's enjoy ourselves in front of your wife."
The woman said, turning her back, leaning slightly forward, presenting her alluring, snowy buttocks to the father.
The father's mouth was already drooling, his breathing heavier than before. He couldn't hear his wife and son's cries, but the woman's commands were crystal clear. His trousers slipped down, revealing a fully erect penis.
This penis was completely different from the one Helm had seen in the bathhouse before; it was more impactful, veins bulging, blood vessels twisting, trembling and throbbing incessantly. He unconsciously reached through his clothes to his crotch, where a tent had also been erected, filling his trousers completely.
"Stop, darling! I beg you!!"
"Dad!"
The father suddenly stopped, his waist not thrusting directly towards the woman's round, plump buttocks. He turned to look at his wife, his eyes filled with shock and guilt—he finally remembered what he should protect. At the last moment, his wife's desperate plea and tears awakened him.
"No~~~ If you insert it properly~~~~ It's so~~~~ comfortable~~~~"
The mother's face, which had just relaxed, twisted again. The short-haired girl, who had only been standing by watching, urged him on in a lively and flirtatious tone, hugging him from behind and pushing his body against the long-haired woman's voluptuous and alluring flesh.
The short-haired girl barely used any force, but the father's steps continued forward. Even when he managed to struggle to stop occasionally, as soon as the girl gently pressed down on his back, his steps would begin to move forward again. The girl's full breasts were irresistible to the father.
"It feels so good~~~~ You're already aroused, aren't you?"
The snowy buttocks in front of him swayed seductively, provoking the father's gaze, and in his fearful eyes, there was even a hint of anticipation. He desperately tried to turn his head away, but his gaze was firmly locked onto the long-haired woman's alluring buttocks. Hrum, who was cowering to the side, felt the same way. "
Ah! Ahh! No, no ...
Finally, the swollen penis was pressed against the woman's buttocks, or more precisely, into the pink crevice just below her buttocks. Then came a small, wet sound.
"Ah...mmm...~~~~~~~"
The long-haired woman turned her head with pleasure, inserting her slender fingers into her fragrant lips, licking them with enjoyment. Seeing this signal-like action, the short-haired girl slowly used her waist to brace against her father's waist, inching forward. "Mmm...ah...ah..."
"Ah...ah..."
Seeing her father's penis slowly swallowed into the woman's wetness, Hrum couldn't help but let out a sound.
"Alright...all in now? How does it feel inside? Amazing, right?"
"Hehe, isn't that self-evident?" The long-haired woman triumphantly curled her lips.
“Ugh… Ahhh… Hah…”
A dazed breath escaped the father’s lips, his eyes staring blankly at the sky, his tongue lolling out. His penis was no longer visible; it was completely swallowed by the vagina. The
short-haired girl laughed happily, grabbing her father’s wrist and guiding his rough hands to caress the long-haired woman’s slender waist and full buttocks, then contentedly withdrew from his side.
“Dad!”
Hrum tried to wake his father. He felt this was a golden opportunity. Although he didn’t know why his father was so terrified of the woman’s buttocks, nor did he understand what their bodies were doing together, since it was dangerous, it was better to stay away. Now the short-haired girl was no longer binding his father from behind.
“Ugh!! Ahhh!!! Eek!!!”
Hrum finally mustered the courage to run forward, but the strange sound forced from his father’s throat froze him in place.
"Awoo~~~~ Ee~~~~~~~~~~~"
The father's waist arched slightly, swaying back and forth, his expression blank, yet a strange joy flickered within. Herum understood; his father had no will to leave those plump buttocks.
"Ahhh~~~ Can't stop now?~~~~"
The two girls watching nearby laughed uncontrollably. "Ah
...
Rapid, labored breathing escaped his lips, accompanied by saliva spitting from the corners of his mouth.
"Ahhh?~~~~~~~ Ahh?~~~~~~"
The father's hips swayed vigorously back and forth, and the long-haired woman responded with soft moans of pleasure. But unlike her father's dazed and confused expression, the woman seemed simply lost in pleasure. Even Herum could see that the long-haired woman held the upper hand.
What... what was going on? What was happening?!
Herum stared wide-eyed at everything unfolding before him. His father wasn't fighting with the woman; he was engaging in something sordid and lewd. But at this critical moment, how could he do such a thing, especially with his mother present?
Disappointment and anger towards his father welled up within him. At this critical moment of life and death, he ignored his and his mother's desperate cries, only caring about his own pleasure... only caring about himself...
Hrum failed to realize that part of his anger stemmed from jealousy of his father for not participating. His waist rose and fell slightly with his father's movements, but he was completely unaware of it. His
little penis... so that's how it's used? It feels so good...
"Hrum!"
"Hmm."
"Hrum! Wake up!"
"Ah... what's wrong with me..."
Hrum instinctively tried to pull away the hand covering his eyes, but he suddenly realized it was his mother's hand and quickly stopped. But the obstructed view only intensified the temptation from his ears—the sounds of flesh colliding, the gurgling of wet flesh, the alluring moans of women, fueling his desire to continue watching.
"Listen carefully, Hrum, those are succubi."
"Succubi..."
His mother cupped Hrum's face, making him look at her. That usually gentle face was now filled with a sorrowful resolve, instantly snapping Hrum back to reality.
"A monster that feeds on men. Like that, it sucks the essence... life force of men, draining them of their essence until they die."
"Then we have to hurry and save Daddy!"
Hrum, only vaguely understanding what the enemy before him truly was, was instantly replaced by an urgent desire to protect his family by his earlier disappointment and jealousy towards his father. But his mother simply shook her head sadly, denying his words.
"It's no use. Your father... he's beyond saving..."
"How... how could that be..."
"I'll distract them for a moment, you must take the opportunity to escape!"
"But... but..."
His mother's words meant that neither she nor his father would survive; from now on, Hrum would have to struggle alone in this cruel world. But not many children can possess such awareness in an instant. Hrum was no exception.
If, at that moment, his mother had lied and said she would catch up, perhaps Hrum would have chosen to obey and run away. But regardless, facing three succubi blocking the doorway, his fate was already sealed.
"Then I'll devour this cute little brother~~~~"
"Ah…!"
Just as Hrum hesitated, the short-haired succubus from before, and another succubus, a girl only slightly older than him, closed in on him. They scrutinized Hrum with interest, completely oblivious to the scene of his heartbreaking separation from his mother.
"Haha~~ I love virgins, don't I? I'll make sure you enjoy yourself~~"
"I will never… hand Hrum over to you!"
"Oh, so little brother's name is Herum. Ahh~~~ He looks so delicious. Hey, little brother Herum, do you want to do something nice with your sisters like Daddy does? We'll make you feel like you're in heaven!"
Ignoring their mother's angry glare, the two succubi leaned close to Herum, whispering seductive words in his ear. The short-haired succubus bent over, bringing her face close, as if showing Herum her off, her cherry lips half-open, her pink tongue swirling wildly inside her mouth.
"Mmm~~~~~~~"
Herum huddled in his mother's arms, trembling like a leaf. He vaguely understood why his father had acted so strangely. This was definitely not the time to crave such things; he had to choose between running away or fighting, and make a decision quickly. But deep down, he wanted to be played with by his beautiful sisters, just like his father.
The short-haired succubus seemed to read his inner turmoil and teased him even more vigorously. She slid her slender fingers between his legs, parted the pink cleft, and probed inside. Accompanied by the swaying sounds of flesh, a seductive moan escaped her lips.
"Ahhh?~~~~~ What will little Hrum's virgin cock taste like? I can't wait~~~"
"Get away from him! You bunch of bitches!!"
The mother's rage finally erupted. She yelled, a kitchen knife flashing from her bosom, aimed straight at the unsuspecting succubus.
"Shut up! Get out of my way, you damned woman!"
Unfortunately, the mother's desperate, all-out attack was futile. The succubus easily pinned down the mother's knife-wielding hands with one hand, delivering a flying kick straight for her abdomen. The mother's body flew through the air like a ball, crashing heavily against the wall with a terrifying thud.
"Mommy! Mommy!"
Hrum rushed over, frantically shaking his mother's shoulders and calling out, but received no response. The mother didn't even have time to utter a cry before she fell completely still.
"Oh dear, she's dead already?"
The succubus girls strolled over, pretending to check their mother's pulse, then shrugged lightly. Hrum felt as if a sledgehammer had struck him, rendering him immobile.
"Dead? No, it can't be! Mom just fainted!"
Impossible! Impossible!
Hrum frantically shook his mother's shoulders, only to hear the blood gushing from her mouth. That gentle face was now lifeless, devoid of any trace of life.
"Sigh... just a light kick, humans are so fragile."
"Really! She was even thinking of deflowering her little brother in front of his mother, and now look what happened."
No... this can't be real...
but reality is cruel. His mother was a corpse, and her killers stood by, laughing and joking as if no one else was there. Hrum slowly raised his head, his eyes wide open, the grief of losing his loved one suddenly transforming into a murderous rage. "
Aa ... But since death was inevitable either way, he could at least offer the most pathetic resistance… Mother, I’m coming… Hrum’s eyes had never been so resolute. Without hesitation, the sharp knife in his hand plunged towards his slender neck. A sharp pain instantly tightened his body, warm blood spurting everywhere—however, none of this materialized. His hands, holding the knife, remained motionless, not out of fear, but because the short-haired succubus’s delicate hands held his wrists like iron clamps. “No. The dead cannot be brought back to life. How can such an important life be wasted like this?” Shut up… You killed Mother, you took her life… “Let me go…!” Hrum’s muscles tensed with effort, his mother’s lifeless corpse becoming his boundless strength as he tried to plunge the cleaver into his own throat. But unfortunately, the cleaver seemed to be pressed against an iron plate, completely unmoved. "Aaaaaah!!! Aaaaaah!!!!" "I told you I couldn't take it anymore." "Ugh...!" The short-haired succubus's hand seemed to exert only a slight force, yet Hrum felt the force almost crush his wrist. With a crisp sound, the kitchen knife slipped from his hand and was kicked aside by the short-haired succubus. "Hehehe~~~ Your mother risked her life to save you, and you can't just not cherish that~~~" Even suicide was not allowed; Hrum was utterly desperate. He stared at the succubus's hateful smile and his motionless mother, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh. His body trembled uncontrollably. "Die...! Die...!!!" The short-haired succubus hooked Hrum's chin with her fingertips, a smile playing on her lips, enjoying the boy's face contorted with despair. Tears of regret streamed down the boy's face. "Ahhh~~ What an adorable expression!~~~" Another succubus girl hugged him from behind, gently resting her chin on Hrum's shoulder, tilting her head to savor his expression, and said in a playful tone, "It really looks delicious~~ Don't worry, we sisters will play with you properly~~~" One from the front, one from the left, one from the right, the succubus girls' laughter assaulted Hrum's ears. Although he knew that the despicable succubi were amusing themselves with his pathetic crying, the tears just wouldn't stop. "Little brother Hrum, unfortunately, you no longer have the right to die. If you want to die, then wait patiently until we're tired of playing with you~~~" "Hahahaha~~~~~" The succubi's gleeful laughter and the boy's desperate cries echoed in his once warm home.

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