"Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap"
How much time had passed? I had completely lost track. From the very beginning, we had been entangled in each other, without a single pause.
After cumming in that position, I decided to try something I had always seen in videos on the internet in my past life. In them, couples would go to tropical beaches, submerge part of their bodies, and fuck underwater.
However, reality was not as exciting as I had imagined. The resistance of the water interfered with the movements, making the experience more frustrating than pleasurable. We quickly moved to the polished jade floor of the bathroom, and Dália resumed riding me with intensity. Perhaps the pleasure wasn't in the water itself, but in the context of the scene and the surrounding environment. A thought I saved for the future.
After that, she tried to suck me again, but by that point, I was the one in control. I lifted her into my arms and sat her on the bathroom sink.
And now here we were, with me penetrating deep into Dália's well of lust. Her arched legs rested on my shoulders. Her hands pressed against the mirror above the sink, and her small body trembled every time my glans struck against the depths of her womb.
"Aaaaah..." Dália moaned, her voice trembling, filled with pleasure.
Judging by the rhythm of her gasps and spasms, she was close to climax after countless hours of uninterrupted sex.
I have to confess something that left me a bit confused about this world. And it's related to my memories of old Glenn. Every lapse and flashback I had of him relieving his sexual tension through stories or oil paintings always emphasized only the importance of male ejaculation.
Maybe I was interpreting it wrong, since my understanding of his memories was still limited. But, coming from Earth, that irritated me. How was it that only I had cum so far?
You might argue: "But you were a virgin until recently, what can a virgin even do in this situation?" And I would have to agree completely, but that didn't mean I was willing to accept it. And that's what I was trying to change at that moment.
'Just once, just once, at least once, I'm going to make you cum.' That's why I refused the sweet and marvelous blowjobs and continued to stimulate Dália with all my strength.
'I'll take advantage while the sex machine still has fuel.' In case you didn't get it, the sex machine was me.
'What's happening? How is this happening?'
"Aaaaaah..." Dália moaned, feeling her womb constantly massaged by Glenn's instrument.
'Why isn't it working? Why can't I establish the bond?'
Succubi were a blood variant of demons with very special characteristics; they could manipulate vital energy, their own and others'. Everything depended on whether a succubus could break down the natural defenses of her partners.
They all had the same target, blood. Life resided in the blood, and from its properties, they could obtain special advantages. However, for this to happen, there were certain prerequisites. The main one was that they had to plant a bond.
A bond was nothing more than a path carved through the natural defenses that all living beings possessed. This bond created a sensation of dependency, like a drug. And the more bonds were planted, the more vital energy could be extracted, and the more dependent the succubus's partner would become.
Planting a bond required a special moment.
And the moment when a person was most defenseless and unaware of their loss of vitality was precisely during orgasm, where life was expelled in the form of pleasure. This was the special moment when succubi and incubi could find openings and plant bonds.
However, as a person grew stronger, their defenses became more intricate and robust, protecting their source of life.
Dália was at Champion rank, an entire rank above Glenn, and every time he came, she had found a way to plant a bond. However, as soon as Glenn removed his penis, that bond was immediately destroyed.
'What the hell is going on!?' she wondered.
Which brings us to the present, with one last characteristic that succubi and incubi made sure to hide, something called "The Pleasure Ascension."
Naturally, all beings were made to feel pleasure, and a demonic variant that could amplify these effects was no exception.
That's why, genetically, succubi were designed to orgasm only once, though they could climax more times with difficulty.
However, this orgasm was very special, it was cumulative. It was directly related to how many times their partner had climaxed inside them or vice versa.
In other words, the more resistant a partner was, the longer the sexual act lasted, and the more times he could cum and continue without stopping, the greater the succubus's accumulated orgasm would be.
"Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap... Slap"
"Yes, young master, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!"
Something was happening that I didn't understand. The pleasure was gradually increasing, it was as if I were drowning in a swamp of ecstasy, intent on swallowing me completely.
The receptors in my body screamed in satisfaction; pleasure spread from my member to my pelvis, to my legs, abdomen, chest, and arms. It was as if my entire body was about to convulse.
"Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!" Dália screamed insanely.
Her fingers began to clench, her belly arched, her legs, which rested on my shoulders, pressed me with an uncommon strength, to the point that I felt my legs faltering.
Soon, Dália and I began to tremble violently. The sensation of ecstasy igniting my body rose to my head, my vision started to darken, and I knew I was on the verge of ejaculating and ruining all the effort I had put into this night.
'After this, I'm going to pass out, I'm sure! Just hold on a little longer,' a mantra repeating in my mind.
I bit my lips, blood spread in my mouth, and the pain gave me a few extra seconds, which were enough.
As if my entire body were a pulsating heart, I felt a colossal energy invade me, an indescribable pleasure.
It felt as if I were drifting through the cosmos, nourished by the light of every star.
"FUUUUUCK!!" I screamed in pleasure.
"SPLAAAAAAAASH", A detonation, like a volcanic eruption, shut down my body.
My eyes closed, and that overwhelming pleasure was the last thing I saw.
The situation with Dália was entirely different. She knew exactly where this was heading. Making a succubus cum on the first night showed exactly why the queen had chosen the young master.
'The ultimate pleasure is for all beings,' Dália thought without regret as she reached climax.
A clock outside the bathroom read 04:00.
And one thing was clear...
Glenn's masculine and heroic feat would cost him dearly.