[Processing...]

[Beginning the defection procedure for the entity ’Isabella’.]

[The soul connection between ’Isabella’ and ’Succubus Queen Lilith’ has been forcibly nullified.]

[Warning to main body suppressed by World’s Will.]

[Isabella is recognized as a new, independent being bound to the Hero, Arthur.]

Isabella gasped loudly. A glowing, golden chain etherealized around her neck for a fraction of a second before sinking directly into her skin. She slumped forward, resting her forehead against my boots, sobbing in pure relief. She was alive.

"Let’s see what I just bought," I muttered, activating Observer’s Gaze.

Unlike before, where everything was hidden behind question marks, her entire status window opened up clearly. The World’s Will had downgraded her, stripping away her connection to the Demon King’s power, but revealing everything.

*****

Name: Isabella West

Race: Succubus (Defect Variant)

Current Disguise: None (True Form Revealed) 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Titles: [Fallen Fragment] | [Arthur’s Bound Servant] | [Sinner in Exile]

Level: 75

Age: 26 (Vessel) / 142 (Soul Fragment)

Alignment: Bound (Loyal to Arthur)

Attributes:

Strength: 110

Agility: 180

Intelligence: 350

Mana: 420

Charm: 600 (Maxed for current tier)

Skills:

[Lust Inducement (Passive) - Lv. 7]: Naturally exudes pheromones that lower the inhibitions of those around her.

[Dream Weaving - Lv. 5]: Can enter and manipulate the dreams of targets.

[Demonic Shape-shifting - Lv. 6]: Can alter her physical appearance to mimic human forms.

[Soul Drain]: [LOCKED - Requires Demon King Authority]

[Master’s Resonance (Passive) - MAX]: Gains mana directly from physical and sexual intimacy with her bound master.

*****

I read over the status window, a satisfied smirk spreading across my face. The overly grand titles were gone, replaced by ones that fit her new station perfectly. She was no longer a queen. She was my servant.

I dismissed the demonic sword, letting it dissolve back into my shadow, and grabbed Isabella by her small horns, hauling her up to her knees.

"Alright, Isabella," I said, looking down into her wide, submissive eyes. "Your life belongs to me now. Let’s start with your first order. Clean up this mess you made in my pants."

I leaned back against the edge of the heavy mahogany desk, spreading my legs to give her full access.

Isabella didn’t hesitate. The arrogant, untouchable professor was completely gone, replaced by a desperate, bound servant eager to please her new master. She crawled forward on her hands and knees, her small leathery wings fluttering nervously while her spade-tipped tail curled and uncurled behind her.

She stopped right between my legs, looking up at me through her thick lashes. Her crimson eyes were hazy with absolute lust, the golden ethereal chain still faintly glowing around her neck.

"Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and deep, instinctual arousal.

She reached out with both hands, her delicate fingers wrapping around the thick base of my rock-hard cock. Her breath hitched as she felt the heat radiating off it. She leaned in, her hot breath fanning across my skin, and opened her mouth.

The moment her lips encased the blunt head, a jolt of pure electricity shot up my spine.

"Fuck," I hissed, my hands instinctively grabbing her small demonic horns to hold her steady.

Her mouth was an absolute furnace, wet and impossibly hot. But it wasn’t just the heat—it was the saliva. Succubus saliva was a natural aphrodisiac, acting as the perfect, frictionless lubricant while simultaneously sending micro-pulses of pleasure straight into my nerve endings.

She didn’t stop at the tip. Isabella locked her eyes onto mine and pushed her head forward, taking me deeper. Half my length disappeared past her lips, and then she kept going.

This was her demonic talent at work. A human woman would have gagged, but Isabella’s physiology was practically built for this. I could actually feel the muscles in the back of her throat shifting, expanding, and smoothing out to accommodate my massive girth. She swallowed me whole, burying her face completely into my groin until my balls slapped wetly against her chin.

Schlick... shuck...

She began to bob her head in a steady, agonizingly good rhythm. Every time she pulled back, her lips suctioned tight around the shaft, and every time she pushed forward, her throat contracted, milking me with a rhythmic, pulsating squeeze that defied human biology.

"Mmph... slurp..." Muffled, wet sounds filled the quiet office as she went to work, her tail wrapping securely around my calf like a lifeline.

But I wasn’t just going to stand there and let her have all the fun.

Looking down at her beautifully plump, naked body, I noticed her thighs were practically trembling. Copious amounts of her own slick, sweet-smelling juices were dripping from her exposed pussy, pooling onto the hardwood floor beneath her. She was a succubus—she needed friction just as much as she needed air.

I shifted my weight, lifting my right leg. I slid my foot right up between her spread knees, pressing it directly against her soaking wet, swollen cleft.

"Mmph?!" Isabella’s eyes shot wide open, a muffled squeal vibrating against my dick as she felt the sudden, hard pressure against her most sensitive spot.

"Keep sucking," I commanded, my grip tightening on her horns. "Don’t you dare stop."

I began to move my leg, grinding my knee in slow, upward strokes against her dripping folds. I pressed hard against her swollen clit, using the rough fabric of my trousers to create agonizingly good friction.

"Mmmggggh!" she whined loudly, her fingers digging into my thighs. Her body arched involuntarily, her heavy, bare breasts jiggling wildly as I ruthlessly stimulated her.

The combination was mind-melting. While she used her demonic throat to flawlessly deepthroat and massage my cock, I was practically fucking her pussy with my leg. The multi-tasking broke her completely. Her brain couldn’t handle the sensory overload.

I picked up the pace, bucking my hips forward while simultaneously grinding my knee harder into her slick cunt.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Take it all, you demonic slut," I growled, fucking her mouth with brutal, unapologetic thrusts. "Use that throat."

Isabella was drowning in pleasure. Her internal throat muscles clamped down on me like a vice, perfectly matching the rhythm of my thrusts. Her small wings flapped in erratic, spastic bursts, and her tail coiled so tight around my leg it almost hurt. The wet, slapping sounds of her face hitting my groin echoed alongside her desperate, muffled whimpers.

"Gllllgh... mmpphh!"

Her pussy was practically melting against my leg, her juices completely soaking through my pant leg. I could feel her approaching the edge, her thighs clamping down tight against my shin as her body began to uncontrollably spasm.

"That’s it," I sneered, feeling the pressure building in my own balls. "Cum for me, Isabella. Cum while you suck your master’s dick."

With one final, brutal grind of my knee against her clit, the dam broke.

"MMMMMPHHHHHH!"

Isabella let out a muffled shriek into my groin. Her entire body went rigid, her back arching so hard her spine looked like a bow. Violent tremors ripped through her frame as a massive, world-shaking orgasm tore through her succubus nervous system. Squirting wildly, her sweet nectar coated my leg and the floor in a shimmering puddle.

At the exact same time, her throat clamped down on my dick with unimaginable force, milking the absolute life out of me.

"Fuck!" I roared, my hips locking as I blasted my load deep into the back of her demonic throat.

Thick, hot ropes of cum shot down her esophagus. Isabella didn’t waste a single drop. Guided by her instinct and her new absolute loyalty, she swallowed greedily, her throat working overtime to gulp down every ounce of my seed.

I held her there by the horns for a few more seconds, letting my cock throb and pulse inside her tight throat until the final drops were drained. Slowly, I pulled my hips back.

Phooop. My cock slid out of her mouth with a loud, wet pop, glistening with a mix of her magical saliva and my own fluids.

Isabella collapsed backward onto her heels, totally spent. Her crimson eyes were rolled back slightly, her chest heaving as she panted for air. A thin string of saliva and semen connected her swollen, red lips to the tip of my dick before it snapped, falling onto her heavy, bare breasts.

She looked absolutely ruined. A former Queen of the Demon Realm, reduced to a shivering, cum-swallowing mess on in teacher’s office.

I wiped the stray drop of cum from her chin with my thumb, a dark, satisfied smile on my face.

"Good girl," I said.