Chapter 173: The Pinky**

"Aah~ Hubby~"

Rose pressed herself fully into his arms, sliding her body across his chest so that her nipples dragged slowly against his skin.

The soft peaks were already tight and flushed; every small shift sent another sharp spark through her. She was still stroking his cock, but the rhythm had become uneven and distracted.

Her fingers moved more out of stubborn habit than focused intent, occasionally squeezing too hard or losing the pace entirely whenever his fingers curled just right inside her.

Her mind was clearly occupied with the three thick fingers buried in her cunt and the precise, merciless way they kept finding every sensitive ridge and spot he had already mapped.

Wet sounds filled the small space between their bodies. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched in irregular waves, trying to pull him deeper even as the stretch burned in the most delicious way.

But she wasn’t a quitter.

She suddenly squeezed his balls with deliberate, firm pressure—enough that Fredrinn nearly yelped and tried to shift away.

The sharp jolt made his hips twitch and his fingers pause for half a second inside her. Their bodies were too tightly interlocked for him to escape the sensation; her thighs bracketed his, her breasts crushed against his chest, her breath hot against the side of his neck.

He answered the challenge the only way he knew how: by overloading her even more.

Her cunt had tightened so much around his three fingers that adding a fourth already felt impossible.

The stretch was at its absolute limit. His new girth was only a little thicker than those three fingers combined, so he decided to try something he had not yet done with either of the other two girls.

He slid his free hand across the curve of her perky, plump ass. The skin there was smooth and warm, still carrying a faint sheen of sweat.

His palm glided lower, fingers tracing the cleft between her cheeks until he reached the tight, hidden entrance.

Rose stiffened slightly against his body. In a lustful haze she craned her neck up to look at him.

There he was, staring back at her with a clear, unapologetic smirk. His eyes were dark with intent.

Goosebumps crawled over her skin the moment she felt his fingertip approaching the sacred, forbidden place. A full-body shiver ran through her. Her stroking hand froze completely on his cock.

"H-H-Hubby~ N-No~"

She whimpered the protest against his chest and even stopped squeezing his balls, as if the sudden obedience might convince him to change his mind.

Her fingers loosened around his shaft until she was barely holding him. Her whole body went still except for the soft, involuntary flutter of her walls around the fingers still buried in her pussy and the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

Alas, Fredrinn had already made up his mind to play with the backdoor tonight.

"Rose is denying hubby from touching her?"

He whispered the question directly into her ear, voice low and rough, while continuing to finger her with one hand.

His other hand rested on her ass, middle finger slowly stroking around the tiny, tightly closed hole. He did not try to force entry yet.

Simply circling the rim—spreading the faint wetness that had already drifted back from her soaked cunt—was enough to send sharp, unfamiliar jolts of pleasure shooting down her spine.

Each slow circle made her hips twitch and her breath hitch.

"NN~~ No~ Hnn~ Haa hubby~ Not deny... but dun tuch dere~~~"

Her speech had turned sluggish and broken, the words melting together under the dual assault. The slurred protest only added to the charm.

She winced and twitched in his arms, reacting to every slow circle of his fingertip. The lofty identity of a succubus made the moment even sweeter.

Reducing a creature built for seduction and control into broken, half-coherent moans on the verge of begging was an accomplishment that could inflate any man’s ego.

And the best part was that he had not even pushed inside yet.

Fredrinn smirked lightly, then pressed the tip of his pinky against the tight opening.

It was his smallest finger. Given how narrow the entrance looked and how fiercely her body seemed ready to resist, starting small was the only sensible choice.

Besides, it was always more entertaining to increase the pressure gradually and listen to the difference in her sounds.

The pinky forced its way past the first tight ring of muscle.

Rose recoiled hard in his arms. A raw, startled cry tore from her throat. Her grip on his shaft tightened involuntarily, drawing a rough groan from his own chest.

He controlled the sound as best he could and kept pressing forward, slow but relentless, until the first knuckle disappeared inside the impossibly tight heat.

At the same time he stopped moving the three fingers in her pussy and carefully withdrew them.

The sudden emptiness made her whimper, but the pressure around his pinky was already far more intense than anything her cunt had offered.

There was no real comparison.

It felt like the difference between a toy piston and an industrial hydraulic press—hot, vise-tight, and pulsing around the small intrusion.

’How would my cock feel in there...’

The intrusive thought hit him hard. His lust flared.

For a moment he could only imagine the insane tightness, the way her moans would sound if he ever managed to bury himself fully in that forbidden heat.

The image was vivid enough to make his cock throb heavily in her loosened grip. He pictured her face twisted in overwhelmed pleasure, tears streaking down her cheeks, voice broken into pure need.

Before the fantasy could run too far he reeled it back in.

Rose was still recoiling against him. Tears had slipped from the corners of her gorgeous heart-shaped eyes, trailing down her flushed cheeks.

Her lips were parted around shallow, shaky breaths. If a single pinky already produced this much reaction, he knew it would be a long time before she was ready to take his cock in her ass.

That knowledge did not stop him from wanting it—only from rushing it.

"Release my cock and suck it nicely."

He whispered the order against her ear, voice calm but absolute.

Rose was too dazed to process the words. Her mind seemed stuck on the alien fullness in her rear and the residual emptiness in her cunt.

She only clung to him, breathing in short, uneven gasps, forehead pressed against his collarbone.

He was not having it.

He twisted the pinky inside her, rotating it slowly against the tight walls. The new sensation tore a louder, rawer sound from her throat.

"AHHH~"

Her voice came out hoarse and unrestrained. Her ridiculously strong body pressed hard into the mattress; the entire bed frame shook under the force of her reaction.

The headboard knocked softly against the wall. Fredrinn noted absently that if this were still a normal world with normal hotel staff, complaints would already be flooding the front desk.

In the current apocalypse, no one cared how loud a bed creaked or how loudly a woman moaned.

"Suck, Rose."

He repeated the order more firmly and guided her head downward toward his crotch with a hand in her hair. This time she offered no resistance and no pause for thought.

She parted her lips wide and took him into her mouth like a kitten acting purely on instinct.

Her soft tongue rolled around the shaft, then focused on the sensitive tip, licking away the precum that had gathered there.

The slight coolness of her mouth contrasted sharply with the heat of his cock and drew another low sound from his chest.

Rose ignored any gag reflex. She pushed herself down until he reached the back of her throat, sucking with an enthusiasm that made it hard to tell whether she was obeying an order or simply desperate for the distraction.

Saliva quickly coated him, making the slide wetter and easier. Fredrinn knew the truth: she was using the act to pull her attention away from the finger still buried in her ass.

The waves of sensation rolling through her body were overwhelming. Each small movement of his pinky seemed to short-circuit higher thought.

It felt as though the intelligence boost she normally carried was being stripped away layer by layer, leaving only the core of a demon who acted on instinct and loved her hubby with single-minded intensity.

Soft, muffled moans vibrated around his cock every time he rotated the finger even slightly.

Even while struggling to handle both his size in her mouth and the invasive finger in her rear, not a single tooth grazed his cock.

She treated him with the careful devotion of someone who had decided, consciously or not, that hurting him was unthinkable.

Her free hand braced against his thigh for balance, fingers digging into the muscle whenever a particularly intense wave hit her.

"Hubby fuck rose~"

She moaned the broken request around his shaft, the words slurred and thick with saliva.

Her head bobbed up and down in an uneven rhythm while more drool escaped the corners of her mouth and trailed down his length.

Below, her empty cunt continued to drip steadily, staining the sheets beneath them with clear, glistening fluid that soaked into the fabric in a growing dark patch.

Little by little she began to adjust. The initial panic around the pinky eased into a tense, throbbing acceptance.

Half of the small finger was now inside her, and although every tiny rotation still made her moan and twitch, the worst of the shock had passed.

Her hips even gave a small, involuntary push backward once—chasing the fullness rather than trying to escape it.

She only sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, as if determined to prove she could take whatever he chose to give her—backdoor included.