Villette gently pressed her pale palm against Link's chest.
Her petite body looked alluring under the moonlight, while her slippery thighs were clamped around Link's waist, left and right, swaying slightly under the soft mattress.
That full, shapely ass swayed in the air without any restraint, flaunting its beautiful curves and elasticity with impunity.
The most intimate parts of the two were just less than 10 centimeters apart. His erect rod could even feel the warm breath coming from above, subconsciously wanting to push into that wet and soft nest of lust, but its owner desperately suppressed the impulse with reason, tensing his nerves and sticking tightly to the mattress, unwilling to push upward.
But the young girl didn't let him wait long, the palm that was pressed against his chest pressed slightly harder and took the initiative to press that honeyed ass down.
Suppressed moans of pleasure and trance-like gasps leaked from Link's mouth.
At just the moment of penetration, the layers of lustful flesh seemed to lick at the rod as if it were a hungry and thirsty suitor for life, the hot and moist pussy lips mischievously kissed the root of the rod and gulping at it along with its owner's breath.
The entrance to the ring-shaped folds and labia tightly hooped the root of the meat stick, as if it was a prison gate blocking the prisoners' escape.
The channel that had become rugged from the middle end tightened the moment the glans entered. The walls of flesh covered with granules squeezed the glans inside it relentlessly. The buds of flesh protruding from the granules pressed against the glans' path forward, like countless tiny tongues licking gently at it.
Obviously, it was a narrow channel so tight that it made Link's rod slightly deformed, but an incredible wrapping sensation could be felt from it.
Every student at this academy had a lustful pussy that was strong enough to make even a trained man surrender just by thrusting into it. The organ that existed from birth only for the purpose of squeezing sperm seemed to signal the miserable state of a man's subjugation.
But Link's brain, which was gradually melting with the softness of this honey hole, knew clearly that this was only the beginning.
So, Villette moved.
Like a monster awakening from sleep, the honey pot stirred.
The folds and grains of flesh rubbed against the rod, raised buds and suction cups stimulating the sensitive weak spots on the rod with precision, while the tight, sticky womb opening was like a tiny mouth, gluing itself to the meatus like a baby sucking on its mother's teats.
It was like an organized symphony, the wriggling of the flesh became the accompaniment, the bumping of the honey ass became the drum beat, the slender waist became the baton that dominated the performance, and the moan that burst out from the throat like a scream under the wave of pleasure became the horn that led the obscene performance into the climax.
No one could imagine that Villette's face remained impassive during all of this.
The cavernous channel twisted like a dough ball into various shapes under the stormy movements, squeezing the hard rod from all sides.
The regular caresses that were still traceable turned into an unpredictable storm of excitement that drowned any victim caught in the middle of the lustful waves.
Bone-crushing pleasure ravaged Link's body, causing him to instinctively quiver helplessly, holding on for dear life under Villette's soft yet slender, delicate body.
Villette's cherry lips parted slightly and she exhaled a soft, wet, and hot aroma.
Succubi were far more physically powerful than the average woman, so such a strenuous ride was not even a warm-up for her.
She moved her hands from Link's chest to her legs, following the new moves she had learned in the course.
With that backward leaning motion of hers, the whole flesh became taut all at once, the soft, sticky walls of flesh stretching into a smooth film driven by the fibers, brushing the surface of the glans, the fine grains and folds of flesh there wrapped around the rod, rubbing against it as if it were being pulled with both hands.
The new stimulation brought a steeply intensified shudder from Link, and his legs, already wet with sweat and lust, desperately tried to lift upward by instinct, but were unable to move under the pressure of Villette's palms.
Link barely caught a glimpse of Villette writhing up and down through his eyes that were blurred by tears and sweat.
In this position, it was as if Villette was purposely showing off her body so that Link could see every detail of her under the copulation.
Her pair of white, creamy breasts had been moisturized with sweat, jiggling up and down under her alluring collarbone, catching his eye like delicate pudding.
The rod seemed as if it was going to poke through the pussy, rising and falling with Villette's honeyed pussy, pushing up a small bulge against her smooth, not-at-all-flabby belly.
In her rear-facing position, her peach-like, full and soft pink ass slapped Link's balls up and down, urging him to produce more cum.
He had his second orgasm in a split second from Villette's new position, and even more cum than the first time spurted out, splashing out from their intersection without a pause, creating a lot of froth as the lips of her pussy and the flesh of her buttocks squeezed together.
Link's moans gradually took on a miserable tone. The afterglow of ejaculation was non-existent, the violent pleasure would allow no cushion.
His uncontrollable screams and pleasure-ravaged trance were reflected in Villette's amber pupils without a trace of concealment, and his demented look didn't change Villette's calm expression in the slightest.
To the other succubi, Link looked no different from the other slaves in his twisted expression and ragged panting, full of lust, trance, and ecstasy.
But Villette could clearly recognize Link's true face underneath the layers of discomfort and trance-like appearance.
It was as if a prisoner in chains was looking up at the window under repeated lashes, the uncontrollable screams and pains were nothing more than the instinctive reaction of the human body, and he was always, inwardly, looking beyond the prison to which he was bound.
She could also sense that the prisoner was beginning to try to break free of those cuffs again.
Knowing full well that human power could not break the bonds of steel, he continued to tirelessly try again and again to break the handcuffs open with his already strangled and purple arm.
