Chapter 246: Blessed By A Queen 4
He carried her back inside.
The afternoon light followed them through the open door, falling across the hotel carpet in a wide warm strip, the curtain moving slightly behind them as the door slid shut.
He set her on the bed.
She lay there for a moment, her chest rising and falling, her dark hair spread out around her, her tail draped limp beside her on the sheets.
"Isn’t that enough," she said. Her voice had nothing left in it that resembled her earlier composure. "I can’t take anymore."
Liam looked at her. "You said it yourself. You’re a succubus. This should be light work for someone like you."
She turned her head and looked at him with an expression that had given up trying to argue from a position of strength. "If I could use my magic right now," she said, "I would make you regret every single second of this."
’The system must be doing something to her power,’ he thought, looking at her tail lying motionless on the sheets, at the way her horns hadn’t shown themselves since the balcony. ’Same thing she tried doing to it earlier. Except this time it’s working the other way.’
He moved onto the bed.
He got his arm under the middle of her leg, lifting it, and leaned in close, positioning himself, and pushed in.
"Oh—" Her back arched off the mattress immediately.
He started moving.
He shifted his hips, pulling back slowly until he was almost completely out of her, and then drove forward in one smooth motion, the full length of him filling her again.
"Haa—"
He did it again. Slower the first few times, building the rhythm, each withdrawal and each return more deliberate than the last.
Plap. Plap.
Then faster.
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
"Oh god— haa— mm—"
Her boobs shook with every thrust, the full weight of them moving in time with the rhythm, her nipples hard and dark against her pale skin. Her hands found the sheets and gripped them, her knuckles white, her tail twitching weakly against the mattress with each impact.
"Haa— oh— Liam—"
He kept building the pace. Each stroke landing with more behind it, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the room, continuous and escalating.
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
"Oh— oh god— I’m— haaaa—"
She came.
Her whole body curled inward, her hands grabbing at the sheets, a long broken sound leaving her that had nothing controlled left in it. Her tail went rigid for a moment and then dropped flat again, completely spent.
[3/4]
Liam didn’t slow down.
He shifted his grip, lifting her, bringing her up off the mattress and into a kneeling position against him, her boobs pressing flat against his chest, her arms hanging loosely around his neck because she didn’t have the strength to hold on properly. Her head fell against his shoulder, her breathing ragged and shallow against his skin.
He held her there with one arm and used the other to keep the angle, pushing into her from below in slow deep strokes while she leaned against him completely, her whole weight given over to him because she had nothing left to support it with herself.
"Mm— haa—" Quiet now. Smaller. Whatever she had left was going directly into the sounds and nothing else.
He kept going.
Then he stood.
Still holding her, still inside her, he rose up off the bed and turned, and this time the movement reversed. Instead of pulling her toward him he pushed her gently away, her body sliding back along him until he was almost completely free of her, and then he pulled her back with full force, his hands gripping her hips and bringing her down onto him hard.
"Oh—" The sound came out sharp and immediate.
He did it again.
Push away. Pull back. Each cycle deliberate and complete, her body moving with the force of it, her boobs bouncing freely between them, her head tipping back with the momentum of each return.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
"Haa— oh god— oh—"
He kept the rhythm going, the push and pull, her body responding to each one with less and less resistance, her sounds coming in waves that matched the motion exactly.
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
"Liam— I’m— haa—"
He felt it building on his own end too, everything tightening, the rhythm carrying both of them toward the same point at the same time.
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
"Oh— oh— oh god—"
She came.
Her whole body shaking against him, her tail curling and uncurling weakly, a long unsteady sound leaving her into the quiet of the room.
He came with her.
His grip tightened on her hips, a low rough sound leaving him through his teeth, everything releasing at once.
He set her down on the bed.
She lay there. Completely still except for her breathing, which was slow and shallow and exhausted. Her dark hair was everywhere. Her horns hadn’t reappeared. Her tail lay flat and motionless beside her.
Liam stood beside the bed and looked down at her.
Something appeared on her stomach.
A mark. Small, dark, geometric, settling into her skin just below her navel like ink finding its level. At the same time something formed around her neck, thin and black, sitting against her skin like a collar that had always been there and had simply chosen this moment to become visible.
A notification appeared in front of him.
[SYSTEM UPDATE IN PROGRESS]
[ESTIMATED COMPLETION: 1 HOUR]
[CONGRATULATIONS — FIRST SUCCUBUS DOMINATED]
Liam looked at it.
Then he looked at her lying on the bed, the mark on her stomach, the collar around her neck, her chest rising and falling slowly.
"Hell yeah," he said.
He looked at her.
"You’re mine now," he said.
Liam looked at her on the bed, the collar sitting black and thin against her neck, the geometric mark below her navel.
She sat up slowly. Her hand moved, almost without her deciding it, fingers curling slightly, and a small light flickered to life in her palm. Faint and weak compared to whatever she normally had access to, but there.
Her eyes went wide.
She smiled.
"Finally," she whispered.
"Come and suck my cock," Liam said. His voice was flat and even. "You made it dirty."
She looked at him. The smile sharpened into something else entirely.
"In your dreams," she said.
She moved.
Fast, her hand coming up, the small light in her palm building toward something with intent behind it.
Then it hit her.
A jolt of electricity moved through her entire body, sharp and immediate, every muscle locking at once, her back arching involuntarily. The sound she made had nothing dignified in it. Her body convulsed once and a warm patch spread across the sheets beneath her.
She froze.
Liam hadn’t turned around. His back was still to her, his posture completely relaxed, like nothing had happened at all.
"What did you do to me," she said. Her voice had lost everything it had a second ago.
"I’m your master now," Liam said, still not turning. "You can’t disobey me."
"Fuck off." The words came out fast, automatic. "That’s a lie."
"Okay," he said. "Come and suck your master off."
"No."
The current hit her again.
This time it lasted longer, every nerve in her body lighting up at once, her hands gripping the sheets, her whole frame shaking, and right before it became something genuinely unbearable she got the word out.
"Okay—" Loud and immediate. "Okay! Okay, fine—"
It stopped.
She sat there breathing hard, her hair stuck to the side of her face, the collar sitting against her neck exactly where it had been.
Liam said nothing.
He stood there with his back to her, completely unbothered, and waited.
She moved off the bed slowly, her legs unsteady beneath her, and crossed the room toward him. She got onto her knees in front of him, between his legs, and looked up at him for one last moment with an expression that had given up arguing.
Then she leaned forward and took him in her mouth.
Liam smiled.
"Mmm— mmm—"
The vibration hit him before the rest of it registered, low and electric, running through everything, and Liam’s whole body jolted upward, his hand grabbing the edge of the bed frame, a sound leaving him before he could stop it.
"Stop—" He pulled back fast.
She let him go and looked up at him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, an expression of genuine amusement settling onto her face. "What happened to all that bravado from earlier," she said. "Can’t handle it anymore, master?"
Liam stood there for a second.
His jaw tightened. The smile stayed exactly where it was, but something behind it had changed completely.
He stood up.
"Open your mouth," he said.
Her smile faded. Whatever calm authority he had been carrying before, the version that hadn’t even bothered turning around, that version was gone. This one was looking directly at her and it didn’t look calm at all.
She opened her mouth.
He grabbed the back of her head with one hand, positioned himself, and drove forward.
"Mmph—"
He didn’t go slow.
Deep strokes, full and immediate, his hand holding her in place, his hips moving with a pace that gave her nothing to work with except taking it. Her hands went to his thighs, not pulling away, just bracing.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
"Mmph— mmph—"
Tears started running from the corners of her eyes, her makeup nonexistent but the wetness clear against her skin, her throat working around him with every thrust.
He kept going.
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
"Mmph— mmph— mmph—"
Her grip on his thighs tightened and loosened and tightened again, her whole body rocking with the rhythm, her tail completely still on the floor behind her.
He felt it building.
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
He came.
Deep, holding her head in place through all of it, a low rough sound leaving him as everything released. She took it, her throat working, her eyes streaming, until he finally pulled back.
She collapsed sideways onto the carpet.
Liam stood there looking down at her.
"Holy shit," he said. "I went too far. I hope she’s okay."
He crouched down.
She was still breathing. Slow and shaky, her chest rising and falling, her whole body completely wrecked but moving.
"Phew," he said.
He stood back up and looked at her.
"Now," he said. "Time for you to go."
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