[GOBLIN'S GLORY] Chapter 66.1 Lust Incarnate

Jiltia’s wings draped over the pair, offering a semblance of privacy as she hungrily kissed Dink. His initial hesitation was quickly replaced with a rising passion of his own after feeling her incredible breasts squished up against him. Dink reached down with both hands to grip her ample ass, his claws sinking in deeply in the folds of her enticing body.

She playfully gasped, causing Dink to grin as he squeezed harder. Jiltia bit his lip in retaliation, drawing blood. Enjoying the taste, she licked it from his lips, closing her eyes and tilting her head back with a groan of satisfaction.

Dink drank in the sight of Jiltia throwing her juicy thigh over his hips. Her lustrous black hair draped down over her full breasts, the striking white streak framing her beautiful features filled with youth and vitality. Unable to resist, Dink’s hands glided over her soft figure, slowly moving from her invigorating hips over her enticing belly to cup her breasts in both hands.

Jiltia lifted up her hips to reach down and grasp his thick cock in her tender hand. Stroking the engorged shaft while guiding it to her soaking peach, lowering herself onto his manhood. Dink shivered in bliss as she leaned forward to moan into his lips. The rush of pleasure from her tight pussy gripping his hard cock was a feeling unmatched in his long life.

How is this level of gratification even possible? I can see why succubi are so dangerous. In the back of my mind, I’m aware of her draining my lifeforce with every motion of her hips. Let’s see who folds first.

The eager movements of her hips grinding against his pelvis were enough to drive any ordinary man wild with lust. Dink gripped the back of Jiltia’s hair and used it as a handhold to pull himself into a seated position. He buried his face into the nape of her neck while thrusting deep inside her, eliciting a gasp in response.

His tongue danced over the tender skin of her neck, causing her to throw her head back in pleasure. She draped her arms around his shoulders, violently slamming her hips into his. The feeling of her clit rubbing on his pelvis encouraged him to aggressively pull on her hair. Her face moved away from his, giving him the space he needed.

Dink firmly slapped her face with force, causing her to grit her teeth and grin, blood leaking from the corner of her mouth. In retaliation, Jiltia tilted forward and sank her teeth into Dink’s exposed shoulder. He laughed in response, throwing his hips up into her while using his grip on her waist to push her down hard. The feeling of his impressive manhood deep inside her caused Jiltia to loudly moan through her lips clamped on his shoulder.

“I know you love this cock you filthy bitch. Take every inch of it,” Dink mocked, aggressively slamming into her.

Jiltia released his shoulder from the bite and collapsed forward. Dink used her falling momentum to sweep her underneath him. He pinned her to the altar while lifting her shapely legs onto his muscular shoulders. He maintained his grip on her silky hair with one hand while using the other to slap her a second time, leaving behind a red hand print on her flawless skin. She wordlessly snarled in response while pushing her hips into him and raking her vicious claws across his shoulders.

The feeling of pain caused Dink’s eyes to widen in madness as he grinned. He lunged forward to wildly seal his lips against hers. The feeling of his life force flowing between them engulfed his body in waves of pleasure, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He pressed her soft thighs together with one arm and took hold of a tender breast in his other hand. He enjoyed the elasticity of her tits in his hand as he squeezed.

Dink mischievously grinned as he made eye contact with the succubus. He could see her expression becoming confused after experiencing his near limitless vitality. That confusion quickly changed to a look of panic while she attempted to push at his hips. She scrambled on the table, turning over to a position on all fours as Dink continued to thrust.

He abandoned all restraint, losing himself in the moment. Waves of life force flowed into Jiltia as her arms collapsed underneath her with her wings spread limply across the altar. Dink pressed her compliant face against the cold stone, Jiltia lying in a puddle of her own drool while panting heavily. The force of Dink’s thrusts grew in intensity until Jiltia could no longer endure, her face contorted into satisfied bliss.