Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic

Chapter 404 Chapter 404 Lurk

With her left hand, she reached beneath him- and found the base of his eight inches.

Squirming on pink duvet, with the set of pillows directly above her, Angel began to tug him again. Her wrists flicked up and down in tight squeezes- and her lips parted- moaning as she stroked him to rabid hardness.

"Shit Angel," he cursed aloud; "You're gonna make me spill. . ."

"Then spill in me. . ."

With that, she spread her legs even further- and inched upwards a little bit to make room for the angle of his penetration. Clutching his cock, and breathing hot breaths down his shoulders, she held him in place as she slipped his cock in.

Together, their blood coiling moans rasped into the air. The sweetness of her voice screeched through her throat. Mike's eyes went round in shock- bulging in their sockets. She was wet- PRACTICALLY FLOODED.

Grunting, he dipped into her wetness- trying to take it slow.

But her other hand landed firmly on his ass- pushing him in. Mike growled like a papa bear as he split her walls. The lips of her pussy separated as his veined rod slid through. Dancing between gasps and moans, Angel slid her hands down his back, curling her toes, and tightening her eyes.

"Fuck. . ." Mike hissed.

Through her wetness, his thick bulge glided into her. The contracting walls of her pussy stretched to receive him. The delicious cream of her nectar bombarded his cock. And by the time he pulled out for the second stroke, he knew-

I'm not gonna last. . .

With that, Mike thrust his waist forward- plunging his full length into her pussy.

Raw fire raged through his organ. His face contorted- and his eyes darkened under the shadows of the overbearing canopy. Lust spread its wings over the both of them- and they soon became a bundle of heavily-panting bunch.

She spread her fat thighs wider- panting under him ad he fucked her body up and down the bed. Her long manicured nails dug into the flesh of his back- breaking his skin, and drawing out trickles of budding red.

The pain- and the pleasure merged as one- and he picked up the pace- clenching his jaws as she tightened her pussy in wicked squeezes.

"Damn it. . ." his dry voice cracked; ". . .you're gonna make me cum. . ."

"Then cum. . ." she sang into his ears; "Cum inside me. . ."

Her hands left his back- and landed on his chest. With her thumbs, and forefinger, she tweaked on his nipples. Mike's dick throbbed violently- pulsing deep inside of her.

"Fuck Angel. . .fuck. . ."

"O-OH-YES," she moaned; "YES–THAT'S IT–RIGHT THERE–"

She wailed into his looming body- heaving up and down- flicking his nipples as she milked his cock between tight squeezes.

"S-s-shittt–" Mike hissed; "I'm cummin. . ."

Quickly, she propped a pillow under her head, leaned her head forward- and began to suck on Mike's nipple- flicking the other one in soft twirling circles. Mike's eyes exploded. He drove his cock into her- slamming against her wide spread legs- fucking her harder and harder till he was struggling to breathe.

As his cock began to swell– her voice rose higher- by a few octaves. Raw pleasure sliced through the merging of their organs. Their naked bodies heaved and heaved on the pink duvet- until finally, the pressure blasted through his engorged penis.

"S-S-SHHHHHH–"

She kept sucking his nipple- even as the thick stream tore through his tip. Mike rammed into her again- and again- a slave to her pussy. In violent jet streams, each eruption shook his body- forcing out his climax in sputtering lips.

The thick serum flooded her- and she collapsed into the bed.

Eyes rolling, her huge tits rose and fell- jerking on the pink duvet. With each stroke- Mike heard and felt the rushing geyser of her orgasm jet out. Three hundred seconds passed- and Angel kept spamming on the bed.

The pillows under her head scattered in multiple directions.

Her long wavy hair spread out- rustling all over.

Panting heavily, she wailed like a siren.

The tension in her shoulder began to melt away as her voice trailed off. He didn't even know when she passed out. His own torso buckled- and buckled. And his sunken eyes glowed in their sockets.

He stilled his cock inside of her- snatching a lungful of air. With her limp body beneath him, he jerked- and jerked again- feeling the last drops squeeze out.

A few moments later, after he had pulled out- Mike stood at the edge of the bed- gleaming with pleasure as he whipped on his shirt.

'Whoa, I always thought shit like this only happens in stories,'

He chuckled to himself;

"Would you look at that. . .I just fucked a bitch into a coma. . ."

A mischievous smirk played on Mike's lips as he uttered a cryptic promise, "Wait till I'm back, lady." With practiced ease, he slipped out of the window, seamlessly blending into the shadows without arousing any suspicion.

The richly decorated hotel was a maze of hallways and secrets, but Mike was already familiar with the route of the hotel. He wandered through the hallways, feeling the familiarity of his former location as if it were haunted by a ghost. The lax defenses designed to give the illusion of safety fell apart before Mike's clever ruse. His mission undoubtedly leads him to the room where Nexus, engage in lively conversation with Tiffany.

Peering through the partially ajar door, Mike observed the scene within. Nexus and Tiffany were immersed in conversation, they seemed blissfully unaware of the impending intrusion "What are they discussing, and why are they alone in the room?" he asked agitatedly, and came to a conclusion on the spot "I have to make sure to do something before they get closer than this".

He kept watching in the dark as Tiffany took a string of necklaces off her neck and handed them to Nexus, the atmosphere was charged with a peculiar energy, heightened by the exchange of necklaces between Tiffany and Nexus.

In Mike's mind, a calculating thought unfolded. He weighed the significance of the exchanged necklace, "Why is Tiffany showing him her necklace? Or why is she giving him her necklace?" he shouted in his mind, wondering if they held secrets beyond their ornate appearance. The necklaces, delicately held in Tiffany's hands, represented a connection, perhaps a symbol of trust, alliance, or something more clandestine. Mike, ever the vigilant observer, recognized that in the intricate dance of power and alliances within Castra City, even the smallest gestures carried weight.

In the shadows, as the clash ensued, Mike found himself torn between his original intentions and the unfolding drama before him. As the verbal sparring escalated, Mike questioned his own motives "Should I really do this? What if I'm caught"

Mike's determination solidified into an unyielding resolve; he couldn't afford to let his intentions waver. Every detail had been meticulously planned, and with a swift, calculated motion, he aimed to carry out his mission. The cloak of preparation shrouded him, and the route of escape was etched in his mind.

As Mike closed in on Nexus as silent as a whisper, like a predator silently stalking its prey, he moved through the shadows, closing the distance to Nexus with a precision born of experience.