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Chapter 642: Chapter 641- The Addiction Of Demoness to New Cock

He came inside her.

The first load — thick, hot, flooding her torn, virgin cunt. She felt it. Felt the heat. Felt the volume. Felt his seed filling spaces she didn’t know she had. It overflowed. White cum leaking around his shaft, running down her thighs, dripping onto the stone.

He fucked her again.

Still hard. Still thick. His cum acting as lubricant — the slick, white fluid making each thrust wetter, louder, sloppier. The ’schlick schlick schlick’ of a cum-filled cunt being fucked was obscene. Filling the cave. Mixing with her screams.

He went back to Evriana.

Pulled her off the ground. Fucked her standing — her back against his chest, her legs spread, his cock buried in her hairy cunt from behind. Evriana’s head lolled. Her heavy tits swung forward and back with each thrust.

PAH PAH PAAH!!

”HAAAH~!!♡♡!! AAAHH~!!♡♡♡!!!”

Then the demon woman again.

He switched between them. One after another. A marathon of depraved stamina that neither woman could match. Each time one screamed, the other moaned. Each time one came, the other cried. The cave was a symphony of flesh and fluid and broken voices.

He lifted them both.

Evriana in his right arm. The demon woman in his left. Both women impaled on his — no. He held Evriana on his cock. The demon woman he positioned over his face — his tongue finding her cum-leaking cunt while his hips drove up into Evriana.

Both women moaned.

”AAAAHH~!!♡♡♡!!” Evriana, bouncing on his cock.

”HAAANGH~!!♡♡!!” the demon woman, grinding on his tongue.

His tail moved.

The incubus appendage — long, prehensile, scaled — slid from behind him. It found the demon woman’s ass. The tight, virgin, never-touched hole. It pressed against her entrance.

Then it pushed in.

”AAAIIIHHH~!!♡♡♡!!!”

The vibration started.

His tail was not just a tail — it was an incubus organ. Designed for pleasure. It vibrated inside her anal canal — a low, constant, ’this-is-not-natural’ frequency that made her entire body twitch. Every muscle contracted. Her cunt clenched. Her nipples stiffened. Her eyes crossed.

He moved the tail to Evriana.

Slid it from the demon woman’s ass directly into Evriana’s — the tight, muscular, bull-kin rear that had never known penetration. The vibration hit her. Her body seized — a full-body convulsion that made her cunt clamp on his cock like a fist.

”AAAAHH~!!♡♡♡!! W-WHAT — WHAT IS — HAAANGH~!!♡♡!!”

The transfer began.

The incubus tail’s energy — the demon-kin magic that flowed through it — entered their bodies. The effect was immediate. Milk. White, sweet, thin fluid began leaking from both women’s nipples. Evriana’s heavy tits — the dark nipples suddenly producing streams of milk that ran down her stomach. The demon woman’s long nipples — dripping, the fluid running over her bitten areolas.

Their pussies tightened.

Not just clenched — ’restructured.’ The incubus energy made their walls denser, more sensitive, more responsive. Every ridge of his cock was now felt with ten times the clarity. Every vein. Every pulse. Every thrust was a sensory detonation.

”AAAAHH~!!♡♡!! I CAN FEEL — EVERYTHING — IT’S TOO MUCH — HAAAH~!!♡♡♡!!!”

”AAAANGH~!!♡♡!! I — MY BODY — SOMETHING IS — AAAHH~!!♡♡♡!!!”

They were milking him.

Their cunts — now tighter, now more sensitive, now actively ’pulling’ — were drawing his cum from his cock. Not passively receiving. Actively milking. Their bodies had been changed. Their pussies were working — sucking, squeezing, pulsing — with a rhythm that matched his thrusts.

He came.

Inside Evriana. The load was thick — thicker than before, as if his body was responding to the incubus energy too. The seed pumped into her womb. She felt it. Felt every pulse. Felt the heat. Felt the ’fullness’.

Then he switched.

Fucked the demon woman. Came inside her. His seed filled her torn, virgin cunt — mixing with her blood, flooding her womb. She screamed. Not from pain. The scream was different now.

The seed healed them.

The moment his cum entered their bodies, the incubus properties activated. Torn flesh knitted. Stretched walls tightened — not just from the energy, but from actual healing. Bruised cervixes recovered. The blood stopped. The pain faded.

But the sensitivity remained.

Healed tissue — fresh, new, never-before-touched nerve endings — was now being fucked by his cock. The sensation was overwhelming. New flesh feeling old cock. Every thrust was like the first thrust. Every stroke was a virginity being taken again.

”AAAAHH~!!♡♡♡!! I — I CAN’T — IT’S TOO MUCH — HAAANGH~!!♡♡♡!!!”

”AAAANGH~!!♡♡!! EVERYTHING — I FEEL EVERYTHING — MORE — HAAAH~!!♡♡♡!!!”

They begged.

Not for him to stop. The word ”stop” had left their vocabulary. They were begging for more. Their minds — overloaded with sensation, flooded with incubus energy, saturated with healing seed — were snapping. Breaking. Rewriting.

He fucked them again.

Came inside them again. The cycle repeated. Seed. Healing. Sensitivity. Fucking. More seed. More healing. More sensitivity. Each cycle made them hornier. Each cycle made them tighter. Each cycle pushed them further from the women they had been and closer to the things they were becoming.

”AAAAHH~!!♡♡♡!! MORE — PLEASE — MORE — HAAANGH~!!♡♡♡!!!”

”AAAANGH~!!♡♡!! I NEED — I NEED IT — PLEASE — HAAAH~!!♡♡♡!!!”

Opa watched.

His girlfriend — the woman he had proposed to, the woman he had promised gentleness, the woman whose virginity he had sworn to protect — was bouncing on another man’s cock. Begging for more. Her healed cunt was milking the shaft that had torn her open. Her bitten nipples were leaking milk. Her eyes were rolled back. Her tongue was hanging out.

She looked at him.

Met his eyes. And smiled.

A broken, vacant, ’I-am-gone’ smile. The smile of a woman whose mind had snapped. Her hips kept moving. Her cunt kept milking. Her body kept working. But the woman inside — the one who had loved Opa, who had wanted gentleness, who had saved herself — was gone.

Evriana was gone too.

The princess. The sword. The thirty-nine-year-old virgin aunt. All gone. Replaced by a drooling, squirting, cum-stuffed body that was riding a cock because riding a cock was the only thing left that made sense.

Both women. On the ground. On their backs. Side by side. Trembling. Their cunts leaking cum — white, thick, overflowing. Their tits leaking milk — thin, sweet, running down their ribs. Their bodies twitching from the incubus energy still vibrating in their nerves.

Their eyes were open. Blank. The rolled-back pupils, the slack mouths, the ’nothing-behind-them’ vacancy of minds that had been fucked past the point of return.

Then — together — as if some final connection had been made, some last thread of self had been pulled loose — they spoke.

Their voices cracked. Wet. Broken. The words coming from somewhere deeper than thought — from the body itself, from the cunt, from the nerve endings that had replaced their brains.

”It feels good.”

”It feels good.”

PAH.

One final thrust. Both cunts clenching. Both bodies seizing. Both mouths opening.

”IT FEELS GOOD~!!♡♡♡!!!”

The cave swallowed the scream. Echoed it. Multiplied it. The sound bounced off the walls and reached the rain outside and the night beyond and the man in the vines who was weeping and the two women on the ground who were smiling.

Their minds were gone.

Their bodies remained.

And their bodies wanted more.

PAH PAH PAH PHACK!! PHAAAACKK!!!

Demon boyfriend’s body betrayed him.

His cock was hard. Painfully, throbbingly, shamefully hard — straining against his clothes, visible through the fabric, tents the vine restraints didn’t hide. He had watched for hours. Watched his girlfriend get torn open. Watched the princess get fucked stupid. Watched both women beg for more. And his body — his disgusting, treacherous, helpless body — had gotten hard.

His eyes rolled.

”No — no — no — no — no —” The words poured from him like a prayer. Each repetition cracked. His voice was gone — hoarse, broken, the vine gag having rubbed his throat raw. But the gag had loosened. His thrashing had worked it loose enough that sound escaped. Sound and spit and tears and the word ’no’ over and over.

”LEAVE HER — PLEASE — LEAVE HER ALONE —”