The moment Link's rod went into her mouth, his face contorted, and he couldn't help but let out a low growl like a wild animal.
The slippery tongue wrapped itself completely around the painfully swollen rod in a matter of seconds, writhing violently as if it had its own mind.
The warm, slippery saliva wet the quivering rod, gluing it with a lusty, sweet coating, which was then immediately wiped clean by her tongue and lips.
There was no foreplay, no teasing, just near-violent pleasure and endless solicitation; it wasn't even oral sex as a means of feeling good - merely the process of one party feeding on the other.
Link gritted his own teeth before he managed to pull himself back from his lusty trance, but the horrible stimulation from his lower body still caused him to continuously let out wail-like moans.
The long and soft tongue curled around his rod in a circle, almost as if it had turned into a whip wielding the power of pleasure, wrapping tightly around the rod as if it was a prisoner being tortured.
In just a few seconds, that fragrant tongue had already licked the meat stick for an unknown number of times. Its movements were so rough and fast that Link's nerves, which were exhausted by the pleasure, were able to feel every movement of the tongue on his meat stick very clearly.
Link's senses all seemed to have gone awry, each brief lick becoming long and each minute becoming elongated under the sweet pleasure, allowing him to experience every trance-inducing detail in its entirety.
The tip of the tongue squeezed the meat fiercely, then flicked around the glans, rubbing the entire rod's most sensitive spot with the uncountable tiny bumps on the tongue, and then immediately releasing it again, licking the whole of the rod from top to bottom, left to right, over and over again. It weaved in and out of the crevices, between the slippery inside of the cheeks and his rod, like a flood rushing over the rod from all sides.
And while the tongue toyed with the rod, her mouth teased its prey relentlessly - the walls of flesh constantly changing the frequency and direction of their writhing in response to the tongue's motions, driving his entire rod to wiggle. The sweet moisture exhaled from within that softest, warmest, most arousing pink cavern sprayed over the exhausted rod under the combined action of lips and tongue, gently wrapping around it and caressing it.
Then, the tongue and walls of flesh swarmed their prisoner, launching a new assault on the prisoner who had remained firm under the hypnotic aroma.
The prisoner let out an overwhelming groan, and the proof of submission burst forth under the ministrations of the two torturers: Tongue and lips.
The mouth that had gotten what it had wanted was instantly agitated, ferociously partaking in the tasty nutrients needed to sustain itself, not caring in the least whether or not the rod could withstand the stimulation that was enough to burn the nerves of every intelligent creature capable of experiencing pleasure.
Without pause, the unsatisfied predator moved on to the next round of attacks on the half-soft rod after sucking up whatever remained in the cavern.
As the prey himself, Link was the only food to be devoured at this crazy feast.
His brain did not get any precious break from a brief release, knowing full well that he would not be allowed to breathe until his "master" on the other side of the glass was satisfied.
This meant that for at least the next half hour of torture, he would have to keep his "ego" in check so that he would not fall for this brainwashing bliss.
From his vision which had become blurred, a flawless, cherry-colored pair of lips was sucking on his already bruised rod through the circle.
Obviously, what was in the mouth was his huge male root that had swelled up under the magic drug to the point that the most elite males in the human world would be ashamed of themselves.
There was not even a hint of deformation in those soft and small lips, and even the stunningly beautiful skin attached to those lips did not have any trace of being tugged on, as if doing this was as easy as holding a lollipop in one's mouth.
From the outside, there wouldn't be anyone who would think that such a lewd and nasty oral hell was going on past the pair of lips that would cause countless men to lose their minds just by the mere act of parting slightly.
Only Link, the prey experiencing the pleasure directly, could clearly understand how many people's consciousnesses and spirits could be destroyed by this horrible mouth.
Instead of the soft lips squeezing the rod, it would be more appropriate to say that the rod was melted by the softness of the lips.
But Link no longer had the energy to even think about such things. His moans and hisses surpassed those of all the other slaves.
They were essentially nothing more than meals, and all other succubus had their own preferences when it came to their meal, like humans adding their favorite flavorings to food.
Therefore, whether they were teasing their slaves with lewd words and sounds, or waiting with their mouths open for their slaves to release their rods, the succubi would treat it as part of the fun, and naturally, they would not overly squeeze their sperms to give themselves a "quickie".
