As her tits moved up and down, they created ripples of pleasure on my skin. It was the softest sensation in the world. Her nipples pushed against each other, and touched my shaft once in a while as she bent them inwards. Every time the consistency of the spit changed just a little bit, she added more. It was as if she knew exactly what to do at any given time to create the perfect boobjob. I couldn't help but try to sit up to look at her boobs as she kept going, but every time she pumped them, a jolt sent my back arching back and threw me back on the bed.
Soon after she started, my cock started contracting and expanding uncontrollably, throbbing with every second that passed. She must have noticed that, because right as the cum started to build up, she stopped moving her breasts. I looked up, wondering why she had done that, but with her hands stopped, she brought just the tip of her tongue on my dick's. With just a touch, it exploded. Unable to hold back, wave after wave of cum rushed out, flying up and landing all of her face and tits. She chuckled and tried to slurp as much of it as possible before it went up. Once it stopped, I laid straight on the bed and tried to catch my breath.
Van got closer, and her face appeared before me, painted with my sperm. She put her hand all over it and gathered it down to her mouth, slurping it with her tongue held out. Then, she pushed her boobs up and started licking them clean; every single inch. Unable to resist, I took the right one, which she had finished cleaning, and started sucking on it.
"Woah!" She yelped right when I lightly bit her nipple and started playing with it. Even then, though, she continued licking her left tit clean, as if she couldn't believe just how tasty my cum was.
I held her back and rotated, pushing her down on the bed and holding her down. She spread her legs open and crossed them around my back. I looked at her eyes, still panting due to the little reward she had just given me. I expected her to tell me to stop, but she did not. Instead, she stuck her tongue out and rolled her eyes back, pushing her clit against my dick and rubbing it ever so lightly. She was inviting me to go further. This time, at my own speed. This time, I would be the one pleasuring her.
I pressed on her boobs once more, and then brought my hand down to play with her pussy. She moaned as I inserted two fingers inside and used my thumb to press on her clitoris. With a slight motion rubbing on the pleasure point, I thrusted my fingers slowly, twirling them on the inside as I felt around for her weak spot. When nothing seemed to elicit a better reaction, it pushed them further in until she groaned, and screamed. And then I knew what I was aiming for. With a swift motion, I pulled my fingers out and started stroking my cock in front of her flaps.
"How much longer are you gonna play around for?" She whispered, pushing me further using her legs.
"Just...a second." I stroked a bit more, bringing it back up to a mostly hard state before landing the cock on her clitoris.
She grunted, and I started rubbing against her. Up and down, but not in just yet. Once in a while, I pushed just the tip of my cock in and moved it around for a second before withdrawing. There was still time enough for her to build up a craving for it. I repeated it over and over until her tiny grunts turned into ones of slight frustration. Her twitches of pleasure asked for more, and immediately. She kept pushing my butt further in with her legs, trying to force me into entering her, but I kept going. The slight movements of her mouth were too cute for me to give up so easily.
Then, when she least expected it, I entered her all at once. She let out a lewd gasp, and her pussy grabbed around me tightly. The feeling was so similar to Yumi that I guessed this was just a trait of all succubi. No matter how much they fucked, their pussies remained tight. Every single one of their partners felt the same pleasure that the first one would. Their bodies tried to deliver the best possible outcome for whoever it was serving.
I started thrusting, slowly increasing my pace and feeling her legs respond wildly every time. Every time, as I slapped her pussy with my balls, she also let out the most arousing moans, causing me to speed up and try harder. As I kept going, I felt myself ready to cum once more. It wasn't very long now. My speed increased, ready to let it all out at once, but as it did, Van brought her own voice under control and asked me to stop.
"Just gimme...a second." She pulled out and backed up just a little bit. I started stroking my cock, hoping to maintain some of the effect for a while until she did whatever she wanted to do.
"Overeating is a thing for us too, you know? Too much sperm and I'll probably sleep for two days straight. Can't have that, given there's work. Finish on my ass, dear?"
"You think you need to ask that?"
I slapped her thigh, used it to bring her closer to me, and turned her body around. Then, the very ass which had greeted me a few hours ago met me again. She held it up just slightly and I spanked it.
"Aah. Oh fuck, it's been a while since someone did that."
I spanked it again, and she groaned. Every time I did, her cheeks jiggled as freely as possible, sending ripples through the flesh like it was liquid. I bent down and spat on her crack before inserting my penis into it. Then, covering it with both sides, I started thrusting that little gap. She gleefully laughed, "Isn't that something? You could've just finished directly."
"And pass up on the opportunity? Of course not. I see your ass, and I'm going to make the most out of it no matter what. Did you think your tits negated any attraction down here?"
"Not really. I've certainly had quite a lot of people drool over it too. You're just...unusually focused on the boobs, so I thought it was special to you."
"Your entire body's special, Van. It's made to be fucked like a beast."
"Hehe." She pushed her butt closer to me, and I continued thrusting.
I put my hand on her pussy and started rubbing it too. She pushed her legs up into a frog position and brought her own hand down, playing with her clit while I rubbed. Every time I pumped her asscrack, I felt her anus twitch and move just a little, providing an extra texture to the play. I was half tempted to push a thumb in, but decided to save it for some other day. Who knew if she would get angry or not. She had clearly used it before, but it still felt a bit too much to go for it without asking first.
To forget the loss there, I sped up the speed of both of cock and my hands. With the dick, it was easy to understand when I was going to burst. For her, I paid attention to the speed of her own hand. As she moans increased in intensity and started turning into swear-laden screams, her hand got faster, slapping and pinching her clit violently. I followed the pattern, rubbing in a matching motion. At the same time, the speed of my thrusts increased. Her toes curled, her butt pushed up further and her head and chest raised up like a cat as she started pleasurably howling.
"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum. Oh, fuck!" She shouted.
I pusher deeper and got ready to let my own load out. Her pussy started twitching and throbbing. Then, all at once, she screamed and her legs began to shake as juices oozed out of her vagina. My own cum landed all over her ass cheeks and bare back. Then, with a quivering lower body and wet pussy, Van laid motionless on the bed. I stood up and emptied the rest of the cum on her ass.
She stayed like that for a few minutes before the cum on her back magically vanished. A second later, her pussy glowed a dim white and stopped. When it did, she was covered in her thong and suspenders again. Van looked up and pushed herself to a sitting position before turning. Her eyes were almost unreadable. She sat like that for a while.
"You're a fucking animal." She murmured.
"And you liked it."
"Of course I liked it, dumbass. I don't usually fuck for pleasure."
"Well, maybe you should do it more often. I don't mind contributing as much as you want."
She stood up and pushed me back before turning for the door, "Yeah, right. Maybe come to our world once in a while and that thing Cara promised might happen to you. Word spreads like wildfire in there, though, so you don't want to be too loud with your cock. Just because we're all used to fucking does not mean we can't get turned on for real once in a while. Yumi can, of course, every second of her life. But the others might not think twice before attacking you if they hear good things."
"Shit, I don't mind."
"The day you have more than three of us at once, you'll mind, Al." She laughed and started walking to the door, "That day, you'll need the sperm reserves of a demon lord."
"You speak with experience?"
"Are you doubting my repertoire? You think I haven't had the demon lord in my entire life?"
She turned, as if to remind me what her boobs looked like once more. And it worked. She definitely wasn't lying. She had seen the demon lord, alright. She had seen him way more intimately than anyone else. That was the life of a succubus with particularly gifted assets.
"See you." Van said as she opened the door, "You better keep your promise, by the way. No amount of good fucking is gonna save you if you end up angering me or Cara. Especially Cara. Think with more than your dick, use more than just your looks and you should be able to get by just fine. It's a slow process, but all of us will be taken care of eventually if you keep trying. So, please do. All of us really are counting on you. And hey, wanna hear something nice?"
"What?" I asked as I put on my underwear and pants.
"Cara makes no promises, but I do. You keep doing good, and I'll send a few surprises your way. Sometimes with a courier. Sometimes personally." She stuck her tongue out to tease me one more time before she stepped through the door and vanished.
And that was how it started. Possibly the greatest change that ever took place in my life. A random day, I ended up walking in on a succubus, found out that I special somehow, and got roped into doing their metaphorical and literal dirty work supplying humans as food. All of it ethical, of course. I could never hurt my own race for their benefit. I was still someone who belonged here, after all.
As she left, I knew it was going to be a difficult fight. There was no guarantee that I would be able to do anything worthwhile immediately, but I still needed to try. They were hoping that I would. They were betting that I would. My friend had helped me out when I had been in a rut like that, and now it was my turn to pay it forward. Whatever their circumstances, whatever their natural behaviors, they all needed help, and I could give it to them. That was enough motivation. All their beautiful bodies were the cherry on the cake.
At the very least, no matter what happened now, things would never be the same. With hope for finding more customers, and a larger hope for finding more succubi willing to fuck me for fun, I got out of the room and back to work. (After which I had to make up a stupid story about how I fell sick and had to rush to the doctor without informing anyone due to the severity of the issue. I don't know if anyone even bought it, but they didn't ask too many questions. So it was a win all around.)