The warm tingles of Virgin Mary's reinvigorating blessing still coursed in Soma's veins. He mashed a beam-firing skeleton with his majestic Balmung sword, hopped over the abomination and bashed it again, already turning on his heels as the bones clattered behind him. He approached yet again a dark passage beckoning him, similar to a countless number before it, and hopped onto the entranceway boldly.
Pleasant smells wafted into his nose, a flowery fragrance combined with a feeling of steam in the air, the smell of a bath. Indeed, he was not surprised when he came upon the bath, but what he saw he had not expected. In the water, there was a succubus. The creature was completely nude, her form womanly and lustable. It didn't look like she had noticed him, with her gaze down, and he observed from the darkness of the entrance, his eyes focusing first on her gray hair, which extended into large batlike wings behind. Where the hair ended and the wings began, it was impossible to tell.
As Soma's eyes shifted focus and went down her wet body, from breasts to stomach and lower, he noticed she didn't have hair anywhere else. His hand was firmly on the handle of the Balmung... but the succubus didn't seem dangerous. He could feel the heat in his head and the hardness in his pants, and then she raised her head, meeting his gaze, and he gulped.
"Come here," she cooed sultrily. Her eyes were determined, and there was no doubt of what she was determined of getting. Soma's head was dizzy. As if flying in a soap bubble, a thought of Mina floated into his mind, but he couldn't quite make sense of it, and the bubble burst. He was burning with lust, and without a second thought he stepped out of the shadows, let go of the Balmung and proceeded to undress. He threw the coat off behind him, and heard it clattering and clanking with the arsenal hidden in the pockets.
The impatient succubus jumped up to him and pressed herself unto him, making his clothes wet as her wet hungry lips pressed onto his neck. She wasn't very helpful in his undressing, but he didn't mind when he got his black shirt out of his pants and was instantly met with her mouth on his stomach. Off went the shirt, and back up came the temptress, her inhuman eyes and mouth dripping honey lust.
"You have a power," she whispered to him, but he didn't understand what she meant, he was just trying to unbuckle his belt and get out of his jeans with a hot wet body squirming all over him.
Their mouths were locked in a frenzied kiss, her breasts and hard nipples pressing on his chest, and off came his jeans, falling into a lump around his legs, his cock jutting hard between their bodies. Soma stepped forward and forced the temptress to back down into the bath. That just happened to put her face on level with his masculine member, and her eager mouth dived around it, surprising Soma thoroughly. She didn't suck like a pro, she sucked like something else altogether, and the young man was completely helpless as the succubus worked on him.
As the demonic lips and mouth served his need, Soma let his eyes wander around the bath room. The steaming water was pouring down from an opening near the ceiling, shaped like a Greek cross held by twin Cupids, the statues watching the bath in their angel-like innocence. Looking back at the sensual demoness, he could feel his precum trickling out, but it was nothing compared to the wetness of her mouth. And the way she handled his balls. He couldn't believe he was holding his hands on hair that turned into wings. His head swooped in an arch, to the emerald-colored plating of the side walls and the stool on the other side of the bath, on which a black cape lay.
'I need to have that,' Soma suddenly thought, looking at the cape. He just loved collecting any trinket that wasn't nailed down.
"Ohh!" he moaned.
Her tongue was running up the underside of his shaft, and then she nabbed her ballsack in her mouth by one nut and stroked his pole rapidly. Sex-happy blood was coursing through his body and his pressure was building quickly, too quickly to even stop at his breakup point, and he just climbed and climbed even though he should have been coming already, and when it happened, he just exploded, his sperm flying in proud arcs, splashing on her hair, but then she rose to meet the spewing member, and Soma's seed burst in strands on the succubus' face, all over her chest and on the round planes of her busts.
Almost reduced to shambles, Soma looked down after he had calmed, and his squinting eyes saw the beauty splattered with sperm taking him back in her mouth, sucking the rest of his seed out of his cock. Trails of cum were running, dripping and drooping down her face, and sticking nastily in her hair. Nevertheless, he wasn't going soft at all, still feeling hard and horny even in his exhaustion. Just like the luscious creature wanted.
Seeking the briefest respite in his weariness and the conflicting sensations of his body, Soma sat down. But with a hunger in her eyes, the insatiable succubus rose back up from the bath, and sat in Soma's lap, guiding his cock into her wet, bare vagina. As his manhood plunged into the depths of the succubus' hot flesh, Soma's mind flared with sexual pleasure. She kissed him, her face and mouth sloppy from his cum, and pressed her spooge-covered tits unto his chest. Then she started a not so gentle rocking, and Soma could only enjoy it, his hands resting on the full buttocks of the shedevil.
His mind simply melted in the furnace of pleasure, swimming in his red hot blood. Something about the castle. Her skin felt so good, soft and wet and hot under his fingers, the smell of the bath and still, his seed, in the air, her lusty mouth kissing him, him her, a rubber duck in the bath, his burning pole erect in the tight moist embrace of her cove. His ass on the stone slab, it was starting to feel sore. So he lifted her up with more strength he knew he had, and proceeded into the bath, thinking of taking her from behind.
