Chapter 687: The Power Of A Succubus

Joy on the other hand watched from the side, her fists clenched, her jaw tight.

She wasn’t jealous of Cassius’s wives. Not like Carmela was. Her fury had a different source entirely.

It was the arrogance.

The sheer, insufferable arrogance of telling her that she would never be good enough.

That no matter how hard she tried, no matter what she did, she would never be able to accomplish her mission.

It was the worst possible thing he could have said because Joy was prideful. Arrogant.

Fiercely, stubbornly dedicated to her duties. She had never failed a mission. Never backed down from a challenge. Never accepted defeat.

And now this man this infuriating man was telling her that she would fail before she even began.

Not only was she furious at him, she was furious at herself. For being so utterly, pathetically useless when it mattered most.

Her anger built and built until she thought she might explode.

But then—

She looked at her hand.

Pink energy was flickering around her fingers, dancing and swirling like living flame.

And in that moment, she remembered.

She had powers now.

Succubus powers. Abilities that could overwhelm any man, no matter how strong, no matter how resistant.

The goddess had given her a weapon—a secret weapon and she hadn’t even properly used it yet.

A slow, cruel smile spread across her face.

She crawled across the bed toward Cassius, her movements fluid and predatory.

“You say that no matter what we do, it won’t be enough.” She said, her voice low and cold. “That no matter how much effort I put in, I won’t be able to satisfy you at all.”

Cassius’s hands stilled on Carmela’s ass. Carmela pulled back from his neck, her anger momentarily forgotten as she watched Joy approach.

Joy reached out and grabbed his cock, her fingers wrapping around the thick shaft. She gave it a firm shake, making him inhale sharply.

“Well, let me tell you something, Cassius.” Her smile widened. “Your reign of terror ends now.”

She leaned closer, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock as she spoke.

“Because the moment my mouth goes on this monstrous thing…” She gave it another shake “…it’s not going to hold back. It’s going to explode. In pleasure. In ecstasy. In utter, complete surrender.”

Hearing this absurd statement, Carmela pulled back fully now, her earlier anger forgotten in the face of Joy’s declaration.

She stared at her in confusion.

“Joy, what are you talking about?” She glanced at Cassius, then back at Joy. “We’ve been trying so hard—doing everything we could think of and nothing worked.”

“What makes you think you can do something so easily when we’ve had no success at all?”

Cassius, despite being in a rather vulnerable position with his cock in Joy’s hand, managed to maintain his infuriating smirk.

“I have to agree with Carmela.” He said, his voice mocking. “The most you’ve managed so far is to make me leak a little pre-cum. Other than that, I’m as calm as ever.”

He tilted his head, looking down at her with amused condescension.

“So what gives you the confidence to say such bold words?”

Joy’s smile didn’t waver.

“I’ll give you a chance, Cassius.”

She said, ignoring his mockery.

“Admit defeat right now. Admit that you’re my slave. Promise to follow me to the side of light and become a servant of the goddess. And I’ll spare you the humiliation of what’s about to happen.”

Cassius snorted.

“Are you serious?” He sat up straighter, his confidence undiminished. “You really think you can do something like that?”

Carmela looked between them, doubt clear on her face.

“Joy, are you sure about this? He’s not exactly—”

Joy held up her hand, cutting her off.

“It seems you’ve made your choice.”

She shrugged, the gesture infuriatingly casual.

“Well, okay. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Before Cassius could respond—Joy leaned down.

She pushed her hair aside, revealing her face as she positioned herself over his cock.

Her gaze was utterly seductive now—practiced, intentional, devastating.

And then her lips wrapped around the head.

“Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~”

Cassius jerked immediately.

It was a small reaction, barely noticeable—just a slight tensing of his muscles, a hitch in his breathing. But it was there.

For a moment, he felt a flicker of genuine concern.

Her confidence was unsettling. The way she looked at him, the absolute certainty in her voice—it made something in his chest tighten.

But then she started sucking, and he relaxed.

It was the same as before. Enthusiastic, certainly. Eager, definitely.

But skilled? No. She was still an amateur, still fumbling, still learning.

He almost laughed with relief.

But then—

Her eyes began to glow.

Bright pink. Intense. Unnatural.

And her body started to emit energy—a soft pink aura that spread outward like mist.

But it wasn’t just light. It was pheromones.

Thick, heavy, overwhelming pheromones that filled the space around her, that clung to his skin, that invaded his lungs with every breath.

He felt it immediately.

His body, which had been aroused but controlled, suddenly went into overdrive. A current of pure ecstasy shot from his cock straight up his spine, making his back arch involuntarily.

“What—” His voice caught in his throat. “What is this? What’s happening?!”

Joy’s movements changed.

She was still the same woman, still using the same amateurish techniques—but now every touch, every lick, every swirl of her tongue sent waves of pleasure crashing through him that dwarfed anything he had experienced before.

It felt like she was touching his soul directly.

Like every nerve in his body was connected to her mouth, receiving signals of impossible pleasure that short-circuited his brain.

“I can’t—” He gasped, his hands gripping the sheets. “What did you do?! What did you do to me?!”

Joy didn’t answer.

She just looked up at him with those glowing pink eyes, her expression smug, and took him deeper.

And deeper.

And deeper.

His cock slid past her lips, past her tongue, down her throat until the head was pressed against the back of her esophagus.

“Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~”

She didn’t gag, didn’t choke, didn’t falter.

She swallowed around him.

Cassius’s vision went white.

His whole body was shaking now. Tremors ran through his muscles, his hips jerking involuntarily as wave after wave of impossible pleasure crashed through him.

He could feel something building—something massive, something inevitable and it was happening so much faster than it should. So much faster than anything he had ever experienced.

“Stop!”

He tried to push her away, his hands finding her shoulders, but his arms were weak, trembling, useless.

“Joy, stop! I can’t—I can’t hold it—”

She didn’t stop.

If anything, she intensified.

“Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~”

Her tongue lavished his shaft with attention, her throat constricted around the head, her fingers pressed against his thighs, spreading him open, making him vulnerable, making him weak.

“God dammit!” He gasped, his voice cracking. “God dammit! I’m coming! I’m—I’m coming!”

Instinctively, Joy started to pull back.

Her mind screamed at her to get away, to not let that happen, to not let his seed spill into her mouth.

This was degrading. Humiliating. Beneath her.

But her body had other ideas.

Her body craved it. Needed it. Wanted to feel him release inside her, to taste what he had to offer, to swallow everything he could give.

She pushed forward instead.

Her head slammed down, taking him all the way to the back of her throat, and then—

He came.

“Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~”

The first burst was violent, explosive, flooding her mouth with more than she had ever expected.

She swallowed instinctively, but it kept coming, wave after wave of thick, hot seed filling her cheeks, coating her tongue, sliding down her throat.

It was too much, so she pulled back, gasping, and his cock slipped from her lips still spurting, the next ropes of semen landing on her cheek, her chin, her chest.

She swallowed again, and again, and it was sweet.

Sweet and rich and delicious in a way that made no sense.

Meanwhile, Cassius continued to come, his body shuddering, his hands clutching at her shoulders, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~”

Even as he started to soften, more semen pulsed from him, soaking into the sheets beneath them.

Carmela on the side watched, her mouth open, her eyes wide with disbelief.

She had never seen him like this. Never seen him lose control so completely, so quickly.

It had literally taken seconds. Seconds.

When the last spurt finally subsided, Joy sat back on her heels, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

Her chest was still heaving, her body still tingling with the aftereffects of what she had just done.

But she was smiling.

Carmela also finally found her voice.

“What—” She swallowed. “What did you do? How did you—how did you make him come so fast!?”

Joy raised her hand.

A pink flame flickered in her palm, casting dancing shadows across her face.

“This…” She said reverantly. “…is what it means to be a succubus.”

She watched the flame for a moment, her expression thoughtful.

“Earlier, I forgot what I had become. I didn’t fully realize the power I possessed. But now…” She closed her hand, extinguishing the flame. “Now I do.”

She gestured at the flame.

“With this power, I can multiply a man’s sensitivity. Several times over. Every nerve ending, every touch, every sensation becomes magnified beyond what a normal body can handle.”

Carmela’s eyes widened.

“But that’s not all.” Joy’s smile turned scary. “A succubus can also make her own body fluids utterly enchanting.”

“Aphrodisiac, distilled into liquid form and every time I licked him, my tongue was coated in it.”

“Not only did it make him more sensitive, but it made everything feel better. Unimaginably better.”

She closed her fist, extinguishing the flame.

“This is how succubi tame men in their dreams. This is how they make even the strongest, most resistant men submit to their will.”

She tilted her head, watching Cassius’s trembling form.

“And that’s why the great, untouchable Cassius looks so pathetic right now.”

Carmela stared at her, then at Cassius, then back at her.

“I knew incubi and succubi were powerful in this aspect.” She said slowly. “But I never expected it to be this…effective.”

She glanced at Cassius, still shaking, still gasping for breath.

“Not to mention that he’s not just any man. He has a robust body, an iron will. To see him in such a state…”

She trailed off, almost pitying.

Joy shook her head.

“I don’t think a normal succubus could do this.” She admitted. “My powers were granted by the Goddess herself. Amplified. Strengthened. Made specifically to affect Cassius.”

She pressed her hands together in a small prayer of thanks.

“Any other succubus trying this would be overwhelmed by him. His lust would drown them. But me?”

She smiled like she gained the greatest gift.

“I have the blessing of the Goddess of Light.”

Carmela watched her pray and found the image deeply unsettling, since the contrast was too stark, too strange.

Joy looked like the devil incarnate, and yet she was thanking the heavens with genuine piety.

It made Carmela’s head hurt.

But then Joy opened her eyes, and she noticed Carmela staring.

Not at her.

At Cassius.

And in Carmela’s eyes, there was a flicker of something familiar. Something Joy had seen in herself not long ago.

Jealousy.

The fear that she might be left behind. That the other woman might claim what she wanted for herself. That she might not be enough.

Joy’s smile softened.

“Do you want the same, Carmela?” She asked gently. “Do you want to give Cassius the same pleasure I just gave him?”

Carmela gulped and she wanted to deny her at first. But she was unable to do so and hesitantly asked,

“I can do something like that? How? I’m not a succubus. I don’t have your powers. I don’t—”

Joy held up her hand.

Her fingers were glowing pink again—soft, warm, inviting.

“Just a little of my power is all you need.” She said proudly. “A taste. A spark. That’s all it takes.”

“Here…try it out yourself.”

She reached out and pressed her glowing fingers to Carmela’s forehead.

The effect was instantaneous.

A wave of ecstasy crashed through Carmela’s body, so intense, so overwhelming, that she cried out. Her back arched. Her hips bucked. Between her legs, her pussy clenched and released, and she felt a gush of wetness spill down her thighs.

She had squirted. Just from a touch.

And then—

She felt it.

The power.

It bloomed in her chest like a flower opening to the sun, spreading through her limbs, her fingers, her lips.

When she looked down, her hands were glowing with the same pink aura that surrounded Joy.

She looked up, wonder and hunger warring in her eyes.

“Now it doesn’t matter if your technique is amateurish.” Joy said. “It doesn’t matter if you’re bad at it—worse than me, even. As long as you touch him, as long as you taste him, he won’t be able to hold back.”

She looked at Cassius’s cock—still hard, still trembling, still glistening with her saliva—and then back at Carmela.

“Don’t you want to see it?”

“Don’t you want to see him utterly destroyed?”

“Turned into a mess of a man who can’t control himself, who releases on command, who loses all dignity, all pride, all that infuriating arrogance?”

Carmela’s jaw tightened and the memory of his words flashed through her mind.

The casual dismissal of her efforts. The arrogance of his smile. The way he had said her skills would never be enough.

Her fangs lengthened.

“Of course.” She said, her voice dangerously soft. “I’ve been waiting to see this man in his weakest state. There’s no way I’m letting this opportunity go.”

She looked at Joy, and Joy looked at her, and in that moment they were not rivals.

They were not competitors.

They were allies. Hunters. Women united in their desire to see the arrogant Cassius brought low.

Cassius also saw the look in their eyes.

He saw the pink glow surrounding them both, the gleam in their gazes, the synchronized way they turned toward him.

And he immediately held up his hands.

“Ladies.” He said quickly. “Ladies, hold on. Just give me a moment to rest. I need to catch my breath. Just a few minutes—”

But he didn’t finish as Joy just gagged him and—

—they pounced at the same time.

Two women descended on him with the intent of draining every last drop of semen from his body until he passed out from dehydration.

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