Guide to tamming vilanesses

The cave became lively as everyone began preparing to leave.

Shin moved, giving a few supplies to everyone else, like a water bottle and a few other items from his dimensional rings. But anyway, Materna's milk was almost everything they needed.

Following Shin's instructions, Mora walked over to Octavia, lifted her effortlessly with one arm, and hoisted her onto her hip as if she weighed nothing.

"Is this comfortable?" The bimbo asked with a fuzzy smile.

"It's fine, I guess…" Octavia let out a sigh, looking jealously at Materna, who would be carried by Shin.

Next, with her second free arm, she reached out and lifted Medea next. The mage succubus gave a small, annoyed sigh. Still, she allowed herself to be carried as well, settling against Mora's other side.

"There," Mora said proudly. "Easy, I can carry both of them with no problem. Leave it to me."

Shin turned toward Materna, who was clearly having trouble moving thanks to her tightly packed breasts.

He gently took her in his arms like a princess. And, indeed, she had gotten much heavier, to the point that it would be a bit hard to carry her.

"Are you comfortable?" He asked.

"Yes, I couldn't be in any better place than your arms."

Then his gaze shifted toward the last remaining problem. Yasmin. The ghost-like succubus hovered near the cave wall, watching them quietly. Unlike the others, she had no stable body to hold, no physical weight to carry.

Shin frowned slightly.

"I don't even know how to carry you," he admitted.

Yasmin tilted her head. "Neither do I, technically."

He exhaled slowly.

"And I don't know if the soil affects you either. If you partially exist on the surface, it might still drain you."

Before Shin could continue thinking it through, Yasmin raised a hand.

"I've improved my control," she said calmly. "I can manifest only the parts of me if I want."

To demonstrate, her form flickered. For a brief moment, she became fully tangible and visible, standing clearly on the cave floor, her right hand solid as it rested lightly on Shin's shoulder.

Then, slowly, the rest of her body began to fade, as if reality itself was forgetting her existence. Her arm remained stable while the rest of her form shimmered between presence and absence, like mist trying to decide whether to become real.

"I can keep just my hands anchored," she explained. "Everything else can remain phased out unless I need it."

Shin watched carefully as her body fluctuated, half-present in the air. Because her body lost all density when it stopped being tangled.

After a moment, he nodded.

"I believe this should be fine," Shin said at last. "Just keep holding onto me."

Yasmin's hand tightened slightly on his shoulder.

"Understood."

With everyone now secured in their unusual formation, the group finally stepped out of the cave.

For the first long stretch of the walk, everything remained relatively calm. The only sounds were their footsteps and the occasional soft squelch of the living soil trying. Materna's nutrient-rich milk was already working wonders, keeping fatigue at bay.

Then Shin felt it.

Yasmin's hand shifted on his shoulder. And he felt her left hand grab on his other shoulder with a firm grip for some reason.

He blinked, momentarily confused. "Yasmin…?"

Before he could process it, something else brushed against the front of his pants, soft, warm, and deliberate.

Next, a ghostly touch stroked along the length of his cock through the fabric, teasing and exploring. Yasmin had gone completely invisible. Only the smallest, most necessary parts of her were tangible, allowing her to toy with him undetected by the others.

And she refused to say anything, pretending she was teasing him or doing any sexual acts.

Shin resisted at first because her moves were clumsy, but Yasmin finally got the hang of it, and he finally hardened thanks to her.

"What are you doing?" Shin hissed under his breath.

A sultry, teasing whisper brushed directly against his ear, Yasmin's breath hot and playful even though her body remained unseen.

"Just trying to stay comfortable, my King~" she purred, voice low enough that only he could hear. "Carrying myself this way is… exhausting. I need something better to hold onto."

Suddenly, something much warmer and slicker pressed against the head of his cock.

Proving she had gotten almost perfect control over her skills, she made her body pass through the fabric of his clothes, as her pussy engulfed his cock.

In one smooth, obscene motion, Yasmin sank down, impaling herself on his now rock-hard length. Shin nearly stumbled, biting back a groan as her tight, velvety walls engulfed him completely.

The rest of her body immediately became fully intangible again, except for her dripping cunt, which remained perfectly solid and wrapped around his cock like a living sleeve. She was literally hanging from him by her pussy alone, completely invisible to everyone else.

"It's just that this is the most comfortable way of holding onto you," Yasmin whispered teasingly, her voice dripping with mischief. Her invisible pussy clenched and rippled around him as she slowly rolled her hips, grinding and milking his shaft with every step he took. "Mmm… so deep. Don't you agree, king?"

Every stride Shin took caused her phantom pussy to bounce and slide along his cock. The wet, squelching sounds were faint but unmistakable to him. She was soaking wet, her juices running down his balls as she teased him shamelessly.

Materna, still cradled in his arms, tilted her head and looked up at him with knowing golden eyes. "Shin? Your heartbeat is racing… and you look a little strained. Do you need more milk already?"

Shin's breath hitched as Yasmin gave a particularly strong squeeze around his cock. "Y-yeah… I think I do," he managed.

Without hesitation, he leaned down and latched onto one of Materna's massive, leaking nipples. The moment he began to suck, a thick, sweet, creamy flood of her potent milk filled his mouth.

He drank greedily, groaning around her fat nipple as Yasmin continued fucking herself on his cock with invisible, rhythmic rolls of her hips.

At the same time, a thin stream of Materna's milk magically floated away from her other overflowing breast, drifting through the air in a glistening ribbon before slipping between Mora's lips.

The bimbo began drinking without missing a step, her cheeks hollowing as she nursed from the floating milk while still carrying Octavia and Medea.

"Mmmhh~ So tasty," Mora mumbld around the stream, licking her thick lips.

Meanwhile, Yasmin's invisible pussy tightened again, fluttering and milking him harder as she whispered filthily into his ear once more:

"I'll keep you nice and warm down here. We have a long walk ahead~"

Her hips rolled again, driving him deeper into her ghostly, dripping cunt as the group continued their slow, perilous trek across the Dead Plains.