I Feel Like I Got Hit by a Lust Truck
Succubi Chapter 90. I Feel Like I Got Hit by a Lust Truck
“I will,” she whispered sweetly.
Then she leaned closer, her breath warm against my skin, her lips brushing the edge of my jaw. “And I will make sure you enjoy it.”
Her voice was soft. So soft. But the way she said it made every muscle in my body tense.
Then something wet flicked my cheek.
A tentacle.
A goddamn tentacle licked my face like I was a lollipop in need of evaluation.
I flinched. Shivered. Winced like a kicked puppy. “The hell—Sera!”
She just grinned. Innocent. Adorable. Dangerous.
The tentacles retracted like well-trained, perverted snakes slinking back into their master’s shadow. “Now,” she said, stretching her arms up like she hadn’t just violated the Peace Conventions of bedroom conduct, “let’s go! Food is waiting!”
I exhaled. “Good.”
She paused.
Tilted her head.
Her eyes slowly dipped down.
Directly to my groin.
I followed her gaze.
F*ck.
Still half-hard.
Still… twitching.
Stupid body.
Then she said it. Casual. Sweet. Deadly.
“Or… do you need me to settle that?”
“I can handle it myself,” I blurted.
Too fast. Way too fast.
Her smile widened just slightly. “So you want to masturbate?”
My brain died for a full second.
“I mean…”
I had no comeback. Nothing. Empty head. Blue screen. Just steam.
She leaned in again, her hair brushing my shoulder, voice syrupy-soft. “You don’t have to use your hand, you know. You have us.”
“I’m not going to masturbate!” I blurted again, like a man very much trying to convince himself more than anyone else.
She blinked.
Tilted her head.
Her bottom lip jutted out slightly, like a puppy being denied a snack. And then she hit me with it.
The Look.
The big, round, sparkly, soul-devouring eyes of innocence. Her lips parted just a little, her cheeks puffing in a pout that might’ve been weaponized in ten different countries. “So you’re going to go to Val or Lilith instead?”
My knees buckled.
My heart tried to explode.
I took a step backward like it’d help me survive.
“No—! I didn’t say that—!”
Her pout deepened. She looked genuinely hurt. Genuinely abandoned. I swear her aura dimmed like she’d just been dumped via text message. “I can help relieve you, Evan…”
My throat locked up.
“Like… like doing sex?” I stammered, because her face was still doing that thing. The impossibly cute, 'why would you hurt me, I’m baby’ thing.
She nodded. “If you want. Or I can use my hand.” Her voice was soft. Curious. Like she was offering me candy. “Or my mouth, if you want a quick one.”
I nearly tripped over my own damn feet.
She beamed at me like she just offered to help me with homework.
“Or…” she said thoughtfully, tapping her finger against her chin, “I can use my tentacles again.”
And just like that, innocence was gone.
The words weren’t innocent. Not even close.
But her face? Still glowing with purity like she didn’t just offer to deepthroat me with her eldritch limbs.
I looked up at the ceiling like God might step in. “Blow job?”
She nodded. “Mhm. You’re still hard. And it’s my fault. I should take responsibility.”
Oh, f*ck me sideways.
That was logical. Dangerous. Terrifying. Hot.
And honestly? She wasn’t wrong.
My brain tried to come up with a counter-argument. Something adult. Something reasonable. Something that wasn’t just ‘yes please.’
I opened my mouth. “Maybe… after dinner—”
She tilted her head again.
Eyes big.
Lips soft.
Aura glowing like a halo made of sunshine and cream.
I crumbled.
“Fine,” I mumbled. “Now.”
She lit up like a kid getting ice cream.
“Yay~” she said with a smile, and my d*ck twitched in anticipation and terror.
I took a step back, thinking she’d maybe guide me to the bed or ask politely or something civilized.
Nope.
Tentacles.
They whipped out like they’d been waiting. One curled behind my knees and yanked.
I yelped as I hit the mattress like a sack of potatoes. “You could warn me—!”
Another tentacle coiled gently around my wrists, pressing them into the bed. Not tight. Just enough to say stay.
Then she crawled up over me, slow and predatory, her hair falling like a curtain around her face.
Her eyes sparkled. “I’ll be gentle.”
That was a lie.
She wasn’t even finished saying it before a tentacle slithered down, hooking into my waistband and yanking my pants down like they offended her ancestors. My cock sprung free, still half-hard, but pulsing with every heartbeat now.
Sera’s gaze dropped.
And oh. Oh no.
She licked her lips.
“Sera—”
A tentacle wrapped around the base of my cock.
Another slid under my balls, cradling them like precious cargo.
She lowered her face toward me, eyes never leaving mine. “Just relax.”
“I can’t when you say it like… OH f*ck—!”
Her lips wrapped around the tip.
Warm. Wet. Soft.
Tongue teasing the slit.
Gentle suck.
I arched off the bed like I’d been tased.
The tentacle at the base pulsed gently, rhythmically. Another curled around my thigh, anchoring me in place. Her mouth moved slowly up, down, her lips forming a seal so tight it almost hurt in the best way.
“Holy— Sera— what the—”
She moaned.
Moaned.
The vibration nearly made me see stars. My abs clenched. My hips tried to buck. The tentacles kept me pinned.
She popped off for a second, a line of spit still connecting her mouth to me. “Still twitching,” she said innocently.
“Because you’re sucking my soul out through my d*ck!”
She giggled. “Good. That means it’s working.”
Then her mouth dove back down.
This time she went deeper.
I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.
Her tongue danced along the underside, her suction growing stronger. Her cheeks hollowed, her head bobbing just right, and all the while her tentacles massaged, stroked, teased…
One even slid up along my stomach, brushing my abs.
Another pressed against my lower back, arching me toward her mouth like an offering.
The heat in my stomach started to coil tighter.
I was panting now, completely helpless, completely overwhelmed.
My fingers curled into fists.
“Sera… I’m gonna—”
She didn’t stop.
Didn’t flinch.
She hummed.
I came.
Hard.
My whole body jerked as my orgasm hit like a sledgehammer. My spine arched, my vision blurred, my legs trembled.
And Sera swallowed.
Swallowed everything.
She pulled back slowly, licking her lips like she just finished dessert. “Mm. Salty.”
I wheezed like a man surviving cardiac arrest. “You— You can’t say that!”
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned. “But it was.”
My face was red. My chest was heaving. My legs didn’t work.
And she?
She looked proud.
Tentacles slithered away like they’d finished their job. My pants were somehow neatly placed back over me, like she was giving me dignity again. Even though I had none left.
She flopped down beside me again. “Now we can go to dinner.”
I blinked. “Now?!”
She nodded cheerfully. “You’re less twitchy now.”
I groaned. “I feel like I got hit by a lust truck.”
She kissed my cheek. “I’m the truck.”
I rolled my eyes.
Then paused.
“…That was good, though.”
She smiled. “Want another later?”
“…Yes.”
She clapped her hands once. “Yay! Come on. Let’s eat.”
I let her drag me off the bed.
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