Dungeon Overlord: Monster Girl Harem!-Chapter 118: The Curse of a Succubus [R18]

Leonhardt's mind fought against the delicious and dreamy bliss of her kiss. He groaned into her mouth, and the sound seemed to delight Zafira, who squeaked in delight.

Her free hand was like a snake, sliding down his chest, tracing his muscles with each fingertip, curling them like a lover's but with sharp claws digging into his flesh.

Then lower...

And even lower.

Her hand rubbed along his abdomen until his hips jerked. Leonhardt's breathing became wild, like a sprinter after a marathon, unable to contain himself as he sucked and drank in the succubi's sweet breath.

His cock, already swollen, bulging with veins beneath his pants from the kiss, twitched violently against the cloth, when her fingers traced along its shape over the fabric of his pants, brushing beneath the swollen head.

"Mmmm~ it's already hard... so sensitive... does it feel that good when I kiss you?" she whispered in a sweetly deranged voice.

"Does it make your little brain melt with pleasure?" She continued, sinking her teeth into his neck as her hand slipped into his waistband with a cold... yet irresistible touch.

Skin met skin as she gripped it.

Dark pink, a little darker than his body, becoming even darker as her gaze reached the thick swell halfway along his shaft, her hand couldn't fully grip around his circumference, forcing her to spread her fingers wider to grasp the full size. Her delicate fingers dragged his foreskin back to reveal the protruding, darker mushroom-shaped head, silky-smooth with a deep slit.

Zafira's claw slid along the edge of his foreskin as she worked around the shaft, circling his member that trembled and pulsed in her hand.

"Wait—Zafira—!"

She began to stroke along his swollen shaft, pressing her fingers against the bulging veins almost the size of her little finger in girth, slipping her finger beneath his glans, and scraping them gently with the tip of her claw, causing his body to convulse, a pleasant yet tingling pain shooting through his body.

Zafira gazed at him with narrowed eyes, cruel slits locked on his face.

"You're mine, Leonhardt... and I'm going to taste every drop…"

Her golden eyes locked onto his face like a predator, cataloguing his every reaction, every tremble, every unconscious twitch of the hips beneath her.

Her fingers curled snugly around the base of his cock, the tip barely exposed from his unfastened waistband, already flushed red and twitching like it could burst. Her palm was hot, too hot—like her skin was pulsing with an internal heat that transferred into him with every stroke.

"Mmm~" she cooed while tracing his lower lips with her tongue as she leaned down, her breasts squashing softly against his bare stomach. "You're so stiff already… is that for me?"

Her hand slid up and lightly squeezed the tip.

With narrowed eyes, she purred in his ears, her fingertips stroking his bulging veins.

The head of his cock throbbed once, sharply, and a bead of clear precum leaked out, caught immediately by her thumb.

She brought it to her lips.

Slurp.

She sucked it clean with a single lazy swirl of her tongue, eyes fluttering as the taste flowed through her mouth, like the purest mana dipped in sugar.

"Sweet," she murmured. "And thick already... Devils, I want more…"

Leonhardt's entire body became taut as her hand moved again; a powerful force seeped into his muscles, causing him to stifle his moans, desperate to recover.

Up. Down.

The friction was maddening.

She didn't grip too tightly—just enough to make him ache with sharp, dexterous movements. Her strokes were unhurried but devastating, dragging her palm against every ridge, every pulse, as if memorising him.

The more she stroked, the harder he got.

And the harder he got, the more needy her breathing became.

Her thighs clenched around his hips as a hot, slightly damp sensation rubbed against him, the heat almost setting his flesh on fire. Her other hand slid over his chest, tracing down his abs, nails grazing the trail of hair below his navel.

"Your body's so honest," she whispered, her voice dreamy with lust. "So eager to be touched... to be drained... like you want me to take it."

She leaned in again, lips brushing his ear.

"I wonder how much you're holding in."

Her fingers quickened, creating a slick, wet echo with her rhythmic movements as his pre-come steadily dribbled, twisting and squelching with each pump of her hand.

He let out a shaky breath—then a full-throated moan as her hand twisted at the top, thumb brushing the frenulum just beneath the tip, applying a pressure so perfect it made his vision swim.

Slick—slick—slick.

Her hand was gliding along his shaft, the sticky lubricant dripping from her palm. The first drops of cum were mixing with the precum, turning her strokes wet and noisy, echoing obscenely in the closed air of the carriage.

"Z-Zafira—stop—I can't—"

"You can," she whispered—before kissing him.

Zafira's mouth sealed his lips, greedily sucking on his sweet saliva.

Their tongues met again, her moaning into him as her hand pumped harder, and faster feeling his cock swelling in her palm. Her whole body was trembling now, not with fear, but with pure hunger and bliss.

His hips suddenly jerked as he gripped both her horns while drinking her saliva like a man in drought and then his cock began to swell further, trembling in her palm as their lips parted with a thick strand of drool.

"I'm—!"

Her hand moved in tight, furious circles—stroking his head three times before pumping along his shaft twice rapidly, one last twist of her wrist—

And he came.

Hard.

His entire body bowed off the carriage floor, muscles locking, as his hips began to aggressively thrust against her curled hand continuously. A groan he couldn't choke back leaked with the movement of his hips as white-hot pleasure detonated behind his eyes.

Each spurt of his cock sent rope after rope of cum pulsing out of him, thick and heavy as it coated her hand and wrist in a sloppy, dripping mess that spilled over her fingers and onto his stomach.

Zafira's eyes widened as her lips trembled, her pupils fully dilated with a golden glow. Her breath became hitched as she lifted her hand and stared at the thick, pearly strings painting her hands.

She licked her lips while breathing heavily.

Then, slowly, as if she was entranced, she brought her hand to her mouth, sniffing with her cheeks becoming red, her tail swaying violently in excitement.

And licked.

One finger at a time. Her tongue swirled over each digit as if obsessed, filled with an affectionate flick. She cleaned every drop with the hunger and reverence of a beast denied for too long.

"More..." she whispered with a trembling voice, rubbing her still sticky hand against her cheeks, as if obsessed.

She leaned closer, her long, snake-like tongue brushing against his abdomen, lapping up the remnants of his seed, which shot on his stomach with a delighted purr.

However, that's when her breath suddenly jumped as if scared.

Her body jolted like someone had poured ice water down her spine, and her posture stiffened while fluttering her lashes.

"Eh?"

She looked down at her hand, covered in saliva and remnants of a man's semen.

Then at Leonhardt's blissfully trembling body, his muscles tensing and squeezing as he struggled to breathe.

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And then the glassy haze in her eyes shattered.

Her golden eyes refocused, full of horror.

"I didn't—" Her voice cracked. "No, no, I was going to wait—this isn't—this wasn't supposed to happen...!"

She backed away with a pale face and voice of colour. A face overwhelmed by panic. Yet even now, her lips kissed the tip of her fingers, still smeared faintly with his essence and sniffed them with her flaring nose. Unable to quell her hunger.

Then—

Fwoosh.

Her tail smashed open the door, her body vanishing with the flap of her wings and a burst of magic, Zafira disappearing into the midnight sky, sobbing as she went.

Meanwhile, Leonhardt finally recovered... the feeling of his entire body being drained like an orange squeezed into a juicer several times as he slowly pulled himself up, gasping for air as his mana was empty, a dull ache lingering in his body.

"Zafira... what happened?"

He wanted to follow, but the moment he tried to walk, he collapsed and slammed his head off the wooden seat with a dull thud.

"Ngh..."

Little did he know that any other male would have died ten times over just being touched by Zafira—the strength of her succubus blood was THAT powerful.

(Oh my god, she actually raped him!)

[Quiet Dravanna, this isn't a joking matter! Give him some time.

She couldn't help it. We all know about the succubi's Curse. Amazingly, she lasted this long without succumbing to it...]