Chapter 909: Married to a Succubus

Despite her attempts to act tough after he pulled out. Riel discovered approximately three steps later that her husband had, in fact, ruined her.

One.

Two.

Three...!

Before she could make any sound more than a light "Ahh!", her knees folded and she tumbled. A brown hand slapped against the wall before she could collapse entirely, claws scraping across the stone as she caught herself.

Asmodeus glanced back.

"...Problem?"

Riel slowly turned her head, losing her transformation with a huff.

Her long blue hair was dishevelled, cheeks still dark with heat, golden eyes watery and unfocused despite several minutes having passed.

"You..."

She pointed accusingly with a trembling arm.

"You have absolutely no mercy."

Asmodeus looked her up and down.

Her legs were visibly shaking, and despite her complaints, Riel made no attempt to fix her attire. Her dress remained crooked around her hips, and every attempt to straighten herself seemed defeated by the fact that she could barely stand upright.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Interesting."

"What is?"

"I distinctly remember someone saying deeper."

Riel froze.

"And harder."

"..."

"And then I believe you asked me to punish you."

"That woman was overcome by passion."

"That woman was you."

Riel puffed her cheeks.

"Hmph."

She pushed away from the wall, ignoring her trembling knees while trying to push past him. But as she fell, Asmodeus wrapped her thin waist with a single arm and lifted her off the ground with a smile.

"Be careful, dear wife."

"I don’t need help!"

"Clearly."

"I am a two-thousand-year-old Greater Succubus."

"Despite that, you’re walking like a virgin who just enjoyed her first huge cock."

Riel glared at him, but Asmodeus just hooked beneath her legs, holding her like a princess before gently pecking the side of her face with his lips. "Don’t push yourself too hard, my dear succubus queen."

"Y-You..."

What amused Asmodeus the most wasn’t her cute attempt to appear strong, but rather the way her nose flared as she stealthily sniffed his scent. Or the hands interlocked behind his head, coiling through his hair.

Asmodeus felt her thighs squeeze together with each sniff of his neck.

He stared down at her with eyes wide open.

"...Seriously?"

Riel’s golden eyes shifted away before she mumbled. "I cannot control my physiology."

"You were complaining five seconds ago."

"I can complain and still want my husband’s cock to fill me!"

Her tongue briefly touched her lips.

"And besides..."

She pressed her breasts against his arm.

"You smell good after sex." Riel smiled with a sort of victorious grin, no longer caring for her image as she rubbed every part of herself against him.

Breasts, ass, thighs and even her nose...

’Women!’

That was when Asmodeus finally turned toward the three men scattered across the street.

They hadn’t moved, or might it be more accurate to say they couldn’t move. One lay twisted against broken timber beneath the roof he’d fallen from. Another remained folded awkwardly near the centre of the road, while the third stared blankly at nothing.

"Perfect." Asmodeus chimed, even though they were alive.

These men were completely broken; despite their eyes being open, it was clear there was simply very little remaining behind them.

Riel followed his gaze.

"Oh."

Her expression brightened as if she’d understood his plans.

"You didn’t kill them?"

"I need answers, and although your magic is strong, it is not necromancy..."

He walked toward the nearest man and seized him by the back of his coat. If possible, he didn’t want to touch them; who would want a nasty male’s touch when his succubus wife was hooking her arms around his neck?

"Haha, no way~ you’re carrying him like luggage."

"The bastards attacked us and planned to rape you... What else should I do?"

"Eh?! When did they say that...?"

"When you were squirting your brains out and barely able to speak, the guy on the roof suggested selling you to a slave merchant after enjoying your body."

Riel’s smile vanished, creating a cold and terrifying aura around her body.

"...He what?"

Her arms tightened around Asmodeus’s neck.

As if to inhale his scent and enjoy his aura to calm herself down, causing the pleasant golden glow within her eyes to sharpen.

"When?"

Asmodeus glanced at her.

"When you were screaming about my cock rearranging your insides."

"..."

Riel’s lips slowly pursed.

"I was somewhat distracted."

She twisted in his arms to change positions so she could look at the broken man hanging from Asmodeus’s grip. Her breasts squashed against his chest from the movement, while her naked thighs tightened unconsciously around his waist.

The anger on her face might have been more intimidating had she not been clinging to her husband like some spoiled koala with his cum still slowly leaking between her ass cheeks.

Asmodeus glanced downward.

A thick white strand dribbled down her brown skin.

Then another.

"...Riel."

"What?"

"You’re leaking on me."

Her eyes followed his.

"Oh."

"..."

"...Want me to lick it clean later?"

Asmodeus almost dropped the man at her sudden words. "You were furious two seconds ago!" He insisted.

"Well... that was when I couldn’t enjoy my husband’s delicious aura all to myself, hehe!" She buried her face against his neck again and inhaled deeply. "You’re covered in such amazing sweat mixed with your mana and my scent... Mmmm..."

Her tongue slipped out.

Asmodeus felt something warm drag across his neck.

"Stop."

"Lick..."

"Riel."

"Lick..."

"Behave."

"Hmph."

The succubus reluctantly pulled her tongue back.

However, one hand slowly disappeared behind his neck, travelling along his back before reaching dangerously close to his trousers.

Asmodeus caught her wrist.

"No."

"We have three prisoners."

"They’re vegetables."

"Exactly."

"...Five minutes?"

Asmodeus raised his hand, tired of the succubus acting so needy, and with a sudden swish, his palm slapped her ass with a loud smack!

PAH!

"I’ll give you all night after we finish here. How about that?"

"..."

Riel smiled brightly, revealing her true colours. She no longer traced his bare chest with her fingertips, nor wrapped his cock with her tail... Her constant assault came to an end as she narrowed her eyes into thin, aggressive slits.

Asmodeus threw the unconscious man through the doorway of the nearest abandoned building.

Bang!

His body struck the floor and rolled twice.

"Argh...." The man cried out in a strange voice.

"Wonderful." The sweetness vanished from her voice so suddenly that Asmodeus looked at her. "These ugly bastards can still feel pain~ Ufufu!"

Then her golden eyes shifted towards the man on the floor.

"I was worried Master’s little performance had broken them too thoroughly."

"...Little performance?"

She kissed his cheek.

"A figure of speech; don’t pout, Master."

Asmodeus ignored her and retrieved the second man. Unlike the first, this one didn’t even groan when dragged across the stone. His eyes remained open, blank, without any sort of thought or emotion.

A thin thread of drool hung from the corner of his mouth.

"Ugh, gross as hell."

The pressure Asmodeus had inflicted hadn’t destroyed the brain itself.

Rather... It had crushed the man’s consciousness beneath an overwhelming amount of demonic mana. Like forcing an ant to stare directly at something its mind had never evolved to comprehend.

"Master."

Asmodeus glanced down at her. "What now?"

Riel shifted slightly in his arms, testing the strength in her legs before a pleased little smile appeared. "I think they’re finally beginning to recover."

"Congratulations. A tremendous victory."

She narrowed her eyes at the sarcasm. "You don’t sound very impressed."

"I’ll be impressed when you can walk in a straight line without clinging to me."

"Hmph. I could prove it, you know."

Asmodeus immediately looked suspicious. "Why do I feel like whatever you’re about to suggest has nothing to do with walking?"

"Because you know me well."

"Unfortunately."

Riel ignored that.

"I was thinking..." Her fingers slowly curled through the hair at the back of his neck. "I could stand on my own, bend over properly this time, perhaps spread myself a little and—"

"Riel."

She burst into laughter against his shoulder.

"What? I was only offering evidence of my recovery."

"You were offering to start again."

"Is there a meaningful difference?"

"Yes."

"I disagree."

Asmodeus stared at her.

Riel merely smiled back, perfectly shameless.

"You realise you’re the one who spent the last five minutes complaining that I showed you absolutely no mercy?"

"And I meant every word."

"Yet now you’re trying to convince me to fuck you again."

"That’s why I’m confused."

Asmodeus blinked. "You’re confused?"

"Very."

Riel leaned closer until her lips almost touched his ear.

"My legs barely work, my backside still hurts, and I can feel everything you did to me whenever you take a step."

Her voice softened.

"And somehow my body is still telling me that climbing back onto my husband’s cock would be an excellent idea."

Asmodeus exhaled through his nose.

"...Fucking succubus."

Riel smiled before kissing his jaw. "Your succubus."

Then she kissed his neck. "Your Wife."

And a final kiss close to his ear, before flicking it with the tip of her tongue. "Your Queen."

Her arms tightened comfortably around his neck. "And the mother of your beautiful child, so perhaps you should show me a little more respect."

Asmodeus raised an eyebrow.

"You want respect now?"

"Naturally."

"After what you were screaming in the street?"

"...Certain statements made during marital activities should be considered confidential."

"Marital activities."

"Yes."

"You were begging me to punish your ass."

Riel tried to look offended for another second before inevitably smiling.

Then her mouth moved beside his ear.

"Besides..."

Asmodeus immediately distrusted that tone.

"Besides what?"

She deliberately pressed closer against him.

"I don’t recall hearing you complain when your precious wife was behaving like your favourite little anal whore."

Asmodeus stopped walking as he glanced at her. He couldn’t deny his heart throbbed in the moments when she spoke like that. It was so different from the neat and pure wife that usually helped him...

Riel took this chance to unfasten his belt again whilst grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh? What’s this... The scent oozing from your evil cock just got stronger..."

He stared ahead with the most deadpan gaze, as if he never heard what she said, before grunting. "Don’t start, Riel."

To which she reached out and grabbed his cock.

"Oh my! I felt that." She joked with an almost comical tone while covering her face to hide the dark red hue on her cheeks.

"You felt nothing... don’t lie."

"I absolutely did!" She began to measure the shape and size with her hands. "It was this big~ and this thick..."

"You’re imagining things."

Riel laughed softly. "Three years of marriage, and you still think you can lie to a succubus about being aroused?"

Asmodeus resumed walking before his voice echoed through the room.

"You’re sleeping outside tonight."

"No, I’m not."

"I wasn’t asking."

"You don’t mean that; I know you don’t."

"Maybe this time I do."

Riel rested her chin comfortably against his shoulder.

"No, you don’t."

"And why are you so confident?"

"Because I know exactly what happens."

"Oh?"

"Yes. You’ll go to bed irritated, pretending you’re enjoying all that glorious empty space. Then you’ll wake up sometime during the night. You’ll reach across the bed without thinking." Riel’s voice became increasingly smug.

"And when your hand doesn’t find me..." She shifted her hips deliberately within his grip. "...or this..."

"...you’ll come looking."

He finally looked down at her. "Sometimes I genuinely regret marrying you."

Riel gasped theatrically.

"What?! How... when... and why?!"

Asmodeus remained silent.

He didn’t respond and ignored it even when she pulled out his cock and began to jerk him off in the empty room. She studied him for a moment, then leaned forward and kissed his cheek loudly.

Mwah!

"What was that for?"

"For being adorable when you’re pretending you don’t adore me."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Heh... if you didn’t adore me so much, why is your cock throbbing so painfully the moment I touch you?"

"Mhm."

"Riel."

"I love you too, husband."

By the time Asmodeus dragged the third man inside and kicked the door shut, Riel had finally insisted that she was perfectly capable of standing again.

Reluctantly, he lowered her.

Her feet touched the dusty floor.