Heavily panting sounds filled the room.
Lin was gasping for breath, her body drained of energy. Due to her current position, her upper body leaned backward, leaving her lying flat on her back, gazing up at the sky. Her body was entirely slumped against the bed, her breasts sagging under gravity, with strands of sweat-soaked hair clinging to them.
With each exhale and inhale, her chest rose and fell rhythmically. Her pupils were fixated on the pattern of the ceiling endlessly, basking in the gentle warmth of the afternoon sun, relishing the aftermath of their intense encounter.
Even for a Gumiho, the climax of sexual intercourse was a new and overwhelming sensation. After expending all of her sexual desires, her body was utterly spent. A wave of laziness enveloped her, rendering her incapable of any action.
Despite the temptation to simply fall asleep and enjoy the moment, there was the matter of cleaning up. If neglected, the evidence of their union would be undeniable.
“Huuu…”
Lin reluctantly lifted her heavy torso, only to be greeted by the sensation of semen trickling out of her. She collected it with her hand, studying the thick, sticky liquid. Having sapped its essence, it had lost its vitality—mere waste to a succubus, devoid of any value.
Nonetheless, Lin lapped it up with the enthusiasm of a cat drinking water.
“Hmm…”
This was a rare indulgence for her, and she ensured not a single drop was wasted. With the cleanup nearly complete, a sudden voice broke the moment.
“M-Master?!”
Carami, who had been motionless while Lin rode her vigorously, was now standing upright, staring straight at Lin.
“M-Master! It’s n-not what you think…!” Lin stammered, attempting to explain but failing to articulate properly. Casting a spell seemed like the only way out, but Carami remained unfazed. Had her resistance grown stronger?
Lin’s panicked state was interrupted by a peculiar realization. She examined Carami’s condition more closely.
Carami’s gaze was vacant, lacking any focus, her eyes drifting like those of someone sleepwalking. Was this some grave mistake? Had something gone wrong?
Amidst Lin’s growing anxiety, a sudden movement startled her.
Whish!
Carami lunged at Lin, pressing her head down firmly with a hand.
“M-Master?!”
Lin was bewildered by this unexpected turn of events. Carami, normally so gentle, was now on top of her with an erect member. It was larger than before, veins bulging ominously.
Rising into the air, she attempted an “air sex” motion, leaving Lin to witness her member bobbing aimlessly. Lin finally understood Carami’s intentions.
“Master~ Is something still missing?”
The Gumiho’s pheromones had unknowingly lured Carami’s subconscious. Lin, in turn, had no objections—there was a hint of unfulfillment within her as well. She wiggled her hips seductively in a pose that revealed her backside.
“Look here, Master. Would you like to devour Lin’s behind?”
Lin infused her voice with spirit power, her voice sticky and sweet like melted sugar. Entranced, Carami’s ears absorbed the sound.
“Go ahead, Master, fill Lin up with your pleasure.”
Propping herself up with both hands, Lin spread her buttocks, allowing a glimpse of her soaked vulva and faintly red anus. The delicate pink opening quivered, inviting Carami in.
Lin took the initiative, guiding Carami’s member into place. The unconscious Carami, moved by the slave’s devotion, surrendered her body to instinct.
Swish!
“Ooooh!”
Without any consideration, the insertion was abrupt and forceful, puncturing through to Lin’s cervix. Her neck tilted backward, her legs lifting off the ground as her body arched like a bow.
Hip thrusts commenced immediately, relentless and brutal.
“Ah! Uh! Ooooh!”
An unrefined, primal scream of pleasure escaped Lin’s throat, overwhelming the senses. There were certain factors Lin had overlooked, intensifying the experience.
Firstly, the angle had shifted. Once pricking her abdomen, the glans now stimulated her backside. This was crucial because Lin, as a nine-tailed fox, was highly sensitive to tail stimulation, which was now directly triggered.
Secondly, this reversed position traditionally favored the female in terms of rhythm and depth control. But now, in the current reverse cowgirl position, Lin was at her mercy, powerless and vulnerable, with the reins firmly in Carami’s hands. The uncontrolled movements, driven purely by instinct, were intense and primal.
“Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!”
“Ah! Huh! Haah!”
Responding purely to instinct, Carami thrusted forward, her pubic bone slapping against Lin’s buttocks like a whip. The glans scraped against Lin’s vaginal walls, stirring up the remaining semen pooled deep inside.
Carami’s unfocused pupils followed the swaying of Lin’s tail, compelled to bite the snowy white tip.
“Kyaaa!”
Electric shocks coursed through Lin’s body as her tail was bitten, struggling to pull it away. With six tails to contend with, every time she freed one, another was captured in Carami’s teeth.
In this moment, Lin realized her tail was a highly sensitive erogenous zone.
With a firm push, Carami pressed Lin’s head into the bed, making it difficult for her to breathe.
“Mph?! Phuuh! Master… please, a moment!”
Her once elegant composure was shattered by the relentless pistoning. In this position, pushing Carami away was impossible, and strength had long fled her body. The violent thrusts felt like they were bruising her uterus.
‘This is strange.’
Despite Gumiho’s known ability to provoke male arousal, Carami’s behavior seemed excessively aggressive, a far cry from her usual demeanor.
Did she resemble a mere monkey mindlessly shaking her hips? Here lay a factor Lin had overlooked—a third one.
The steamy air in the sealed room, thick with Lin’s bodily fluids and breath, had accumulated. Each breath Lin took filled her lungs with these unadulterated fumes, carrying them to her brain.
The secretions of creatures like Gumiho or succubi possess the ability to amplify sexual desires indiscriminately, acting as natural aphrodisiacs. Yet, merely provoking lust indiscriminately could endanger the succubi themselves.
Instead, they evolved to control these desires, shaping them into mind control through mental interference. Typically, the target, upon absorbing these secretions, loses strength and is dominated by the succubus, subjected to endless pleasures until death.
In Lin’s case, her secretions had this same potential. Yet, given Carami’s unique role as Lin’s unwilling companion and slave, it had manifested differently.
Carami, normally so kind, harbored a hidden desire to be treated roughly, perhaps even expected it subconsciously. Though Lin had initiated due to her own inability to resist, deep down, she had anticipated such treatment.
If so, the current situation where Carami forcefully dominated her was merely a manifestation of Lin’s own twisted sexual fantasies.
“Haaang! Haaang! Haaaang~♡”
As Carami’s desires intensified, piercing Lin’s body, the difference in their strengths was undeniable. If compared on a scale, it was as if Carami was pushed into space.
Yet Lin merely repeated her refusal, making no real attempt to resist. The entire situation was orchestrated by her subconscious, crafted around her deepest desires.
After all, saying “no” maintained the illusion of violation, adding to the thrill. Acknowledging it willingly would strip it of its appeal.
Though verbally resisting, her body spoke differently, producing copious amounts of fluid as her eyes and lips traced invisible patterns. Gazing at Carami with the fire of ecstasy, her movements seemed almost like a dance.
“Smack! Smash! Smash!”
The impact of penetration resonated throughout her body, vibrating with every thrust against her cervix. Lin’s face buried in the bed, deprived of oxygen, felt lightheaded and fuzzy.
Her limbs went entirely limp, yet her vagina continued to quiver and clench the member within her. Amidst the waves of pleasure, Lin felt blood trickling from her nose.
Then suddenly, Carami’s rhythm accelerated, her thrusts becoming increasingly forceful.
There was no denying the phenomenon—she climaxed forcefully, embedding her member deep into Lin’s cervix, directly ejaculating into her. Filling the now-empty vagina with semen once again.
As Lin’s spine twitched, matching each climax, her body instinctively sought more essence from the seminal fluid, absorbing its energy.
Reaching the peak, Lin’s body shuddered intermittently.
“Aaaaaah… Ahhh…”
From forcing her voice for so long, her cries turned hoarse. Even gasping for air felt arduous.
As her lower body soaked the bed, Carami’s body collapsed onto her, her once-steel member shrinking inside Lin.
Finally able to breathe, Lin gasped and gulped down oxygen, barely clinging to her consciousness. Reminding herself of the cleanup, she stirred her mind back to awareness.
Yet even amidst the haze, one thought lingered:
‘Sex… Sex is the best…’
This was sex. This was eating.
