Ubel Online: Dinner P1

Fred had made his decision before he logged in for what could be the last time. Pacifica was his wife and the only woman he loved besides their cute daughter, Atlanta. The matronly succubus moaned as Atlanta sucked on her glossy soft nipples, and Fred felt like he should join in. Pacifica’s other breast looked so lonely without a mouth to suck on it.

…

He took his place beside the succubus girl he’d grown fond of and grasped Pacifica’s other breast. The inverted nipple tasted sweet even as his tongue rubbed the slit tightening the areola and tasting a spurt of Pacifica’s sweet milk.

“You’ve always been against my milk,” Pacifica said.

The statement brought back memories of his battle against becoming addicted to her. Before, he knew of others who took succubi wives and quickly became wallets for the succubi to drain as they pleased. In this case, being drained was the point, though not of his wallet, that didn’t really matter.

“I want to experience all of you,” Fred said.

He smiled with a face that wasn’t his improved repeatedly by charisma until even his mishappen face could match that of any model’s. It wasn’t him, not really. All of what he gained was through pay-to-win or long hours grinding. That didn’t change how he felt about them. Fred wanted what was best for his family. Despite not being under her spell, Fred worked hard to provide for Pacifica. It was his dearest hope that she appreciated him for more than what he could provide.

“You aren’t a son of mine, so I can’t care for you that way,” Pacifica said.

“Did you read my mind?” Fred asked.

“I didn’t have to; you have always been predictable. Drink, and let me give you the pleasures you seek.” Pacifica said.

Fred pressed his face in and felt her nipple pop. The first spurt of her delicious cream was the best thing he had ever tasted he wanted more. The player dug in, drinking and kneading her breast to draw out more of her delicious milk. Everything disappeared except himself and the breast he drank from.

All of his cells felt abuzz with life like he had never felt before. When he could take no more, he pulled away as a spurt of milk rained out. Atlanta joined him in cleaning off Pacifica’s massive breasts until not a drop of her delicious milk remained. She pressed her body against his, sharing her warmth, moaning as their cheeks touched. Her long tongue snaked into his mouth to join his search for every drop of milk. Moaning all along, he leaned in and let her clean all the milk from him.

For minutes at a time, they made out while his aching cock spasmed, threatening to burst as Atlanta took every drop of flavor from him. She pulled back and grasped his crouch until Pacifica stopped her. The larger demoness gently pushed her aside and loomed over him.

…

The demoness smiled down at him with her plump pink lips as her body changed slightly. Pacifica pulled the rest of her clothing off, exposing her massive breasts’ ability to defy gravity and stand firm despite their size and weight. More milk slowly dripped from her nipples as she smiled happily down at him.

“I’ve wanted to have dinner with you for a long time.”

She reached down and helped Fred with his belt. It ripped free under her strength freeing his cock into the open air. Pacifica pulled her breasts apart before swallowing his cock with her cleavage. Milk continued to dribble from her nipples, and the woman quickly used the liquid as lube before rubbing up and down his dick.

Under the effects of her milk, he fell into a well of bliss. Every stroke nearly had him cumming and filling her cleavage with his cum, adding to her already bountiful milk. Her milk was so much slicker than normal lube, and she expressed it by running up and down his shaft fast and then slow, never giving him discomfort. He felt like he was in a dream as her breasts massaged him into compliance. Before he knew it, he felt his cock spluttering under her effort, spraying the thickest load in his life between her breasts.

“Momma, I want a taste,” Atlanta said.

The younger succubus had stared in awe at her mother’s breasts the whole time, and after his first eruption, she couldn’t resist.

“We’ll try it together, honey,” Pacifica said.

She pulled a large glob of it and stood up, practically ignoring him as she walked over to her daughter, holding his cum between her breasts. The younger succubus gave her mother’s cleavage a lick and shivered.

“It's so salty and sweet,” Atlanta said.

The younger succubus licked quickly, lapping up every drop before turning her eyes upon Fred. He hadn’t added any safeties this time around. A portion of his life had left him with his latest eruption.

“It's so much better than normal, Daddy. Can I have some more?” Atlanta said.

“Now honey, it's dinner time, but you can have dessert,” Pacifica said.

Fred struggled up to a sitting position as Pacifica sauntered over to him. She smiled with her pouty lips.

“Let’s move to the bedroom with tonight’s dinner,” Pacifica said.

…

Like a leviathan swimming in the ocean, Pacifica lay on the waterbed legs spread out invitingly surrounded by toys of all kinds, lube stations, and a horny Atlanta watching closely, always ready to tag in. The demon’s tail wagged to the side, shifting from its normal triangular form into a hungry gaping pussy ready to be fucked. Pacifica’s oriental features gave her an exotic appearance, only increased by the small horns peaking through her hair and the dark, almost black pussy lips dripping with honey. Every shift from the absolute goddess of a woman caused the bed to ripple. Just below her amazing pussy and covered in all the dripping honey of the woman was a tight butthole perfectly willing to take his cock if we decided to go with that.

“If you want, I can warm up with a toy. I know you like seeing me in reverse cowgirl. Do you have trouble taking your eyes off my ass? You could have it if you want. I can slide a nice big dildo up my pussy while you take me in the back door. Or my daughter can use a strap on. I know you love seeing us together, and you can take turns feeding our asses all your cum.” Pacifica bit her lip. “There are other options. I’ve always wanted to press my pussy against my daughters while you fuck us both. Every time you fuck us, we’ll squeeze your thick cock between your cunnies.” Pacifica said.

Fred stared at the succubus, almost drowning in the options she presented him.

…

He climbed on top of her, too embarrassed to try anything too exotic. She was the woman he wanted, and there was nothing better than her delicious succubi pussy. The player didn’t need to feel a dildo in her pussy. It was his to take even as she spread her legs more like a bear trap than a lover.

Pacifica smiled lovingly at him as his cock pressed against her ultra-tight quim for a moment before sliding inside.

“You’re the biggest I’ve ever had.” Pacifica moaned.

She loved teasing his ego that way. He felt every groove and ripple within her pussy alter around his cock, form-fitted to act as a pump to suck every drop out of his balls. The pills he took would guarantee he would always have another load for her. He tried to push his mind fully at this moment to be with her as thoroughly as possible.

He pulled while Pacifica moaned, lifting one of her dripping lactating nipples to her mouth and sucking on it while looking into his eyes lovingly. A clench from her took him over the edge, and he came his second load deep into her pussy. The succubus closed her legs, pushing him as deep as he could go as he came hard and long inside her hungry snatch. Pink rippling flesh drank in his cum like the desert after a long dry spell.

Every time he felt a rope shoot out of his cock, her pussy clamped down like a receiver catching a ball. It was a struggle to hold himself together as his heart rate spiked, and machines built to keep him alive did their work. He smothered himself in her breasts as he rode out the orgasm. Fred gripped her ass, reached for the base of her tail, and pressed his fingers against her butthole.

“You can only push your fingers inside me if you can,” Pacifica said.

“No fair, Momma, you can’t have all of him then how will I have dessert,” Atlanta said.

“Oh, honey, there is so much left for him to give,” Pacifica said.

She slowly released him, and he pulled out and watched Pacifica’s pussy gape but not dripping a single drop until she clenched her quim. A single trail of semen fell out of her, and Atlanta rushed in to lick our mixed essence.

“It's so good. I love cum. Is it time for dessert yet?” Atlanta asked.

“That was only an appetizer.” That’s what I loved about Pacifica: the women loved to do what succubi did best. “Why don’t you dig in, dear, and try some of the sides?” Pacifica said.

…

The succubus opened her pouty lips, showing off a long tongue and a throat ribbed for my pleasure. Any sign of a human interior ended at her lips. Her throat, already glistening and watering was clearly made more to milk cocks than eat solid food. Fred stood up on the bed and helped her into a sitting position. Literally feeding himself to the jaws of the beast normally wasn’t the best idea, but it would help endear him to her.

Fred pressed the head of his cock forward, and Pacifica kissed it gently before spreading her lips around it, suctioning it off before swirling her tongue under the head. A groan escaped his lips as she let in more of my cock, resting it on her tongue before placing a hand on his balls and looking at her daughter expectantly.

The blonde bombshell of a succubus giggled and moved in. Atlanta slipped in between his legs and her mother’s breasts before turning up her head and capturing Fred’s balls between her lips. Fred watched her cheeks bulge with his pill-stirred oversized testicles. A mighty suck from Pacifica took him from the entrance of her mouth to the entrance of her throat.

When the head of my cock slipped into her gullet, she swallowed before drawing him into warm, gripping, pulling heavenly flesh. At times her throat muscles were as soft and caring as they became brutal greedy things sucking for dear life.

A suck from Atlanta turned his balls into sperm-making machines, and Fred watched his HP decline as his heart raced faster and faster. This was it; the warning signs were growing worse, and no one was coming to help him. Fred refused to return to that body; if it died, then at least his last moments would be here.

With a slurp, Fred was further into Pacifica’s throat than ever before, taking his mind off real-world problems. He groaned as she slowly pulled away with her actions, joined by Atlanta, who released his balls. They grinned up at Fred, their faces sandwiching his cock covered in Pacifica’s thick lubricating spit. He felt ready to burst, and the greedy looks in their eyes told him they knew it, too.

Together they licked the head of my cock, kissing and making out, trading tongues. Atlanta dipped in, taking his cock down to the base of her throat before pulling back. She gave him an aggrieved look before her mother did the same. He groaned in satisfaction as the two took turns deep-throating his massive swollen cock, building to an explosion in Atlanta’s hungry throat. Pacifica reached down while Atlanta was distracted and plunged three fingers into her hungry cunt.

Atlanta’s throat constricted tighter than ever as she took load after load in the throat.

“We aren’t done yet. I hope you’re ready to go all night.” Pacifica said.