Succumania

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/!\ VORE WARNING /!\

/!\ STUPIDITY WARNING /!\

REALLY, DON'T COME CRYING TO ME LATER

I WARN AGAIN JUST IN CASE, REALLY DON'T READ IT IF YOU DON'T LIKE VORE.

It's an Alma Elma chapter, so you have been warned.

"Ah… This is the life." Luka stretched his arms wide, letting out a satisfied sigh. His morning routine was already behind him—room cleaned to perfection, the scent of fresh sheets replacing the musky remnants of his and Vinum's little "evaluation."

He leaned back in his chair, taking in his surroundings. Beautiful women everywhere. Sex nearly every day. Good food. Comfortable sleep. What more could a man ask for? A lazy grin tugged at his lips as he idly pushed the small box of immortality on his desk, the counter still ticking down, second by second. 

"Too bad this won't last..." He exhaled, resting his head on his arm. "I just wanna drown in boobs every day."

He smirked, but deep down, something gnawed at him.

Yeah… I'm starting to get a bit TOO used to this, aren't I?

Still, that nagging thought wasn't enough to break the spell of comfort. He closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the warmth of this luxurious, absurd life, if only for a moment.

"Still… they all went off for a day at the beach without me…" he muttered, a trace of petulance slipping into his tone. After all, he couldn't risk an accident out there—his immortality was tethered to this house, a gilded cage he couldn't escape. Not that he'd admit he was sulking about it.

To occupy his mind, he flipped through the pages of his notebook, until he arrived at his latest entry. 

Since the beginning of the trial, he took notes of every succubus he encountered, ranking them depending on their abilities with little side notes on how to counter them.

For now, Vinum was the highest, with Minagi in question marks. She was the most troublesome, after all. Her aura was just absurdly powerful, making him cum in mere seconds. And at full strength? He couldn't even put it into words. It was like his entire being was consumed, his body drained dry while his mind looped the same desperate mantra: Give your whole being to her.

Luka tapped his pen against the page, his brow furrowing as he stared at Vinum's name. "Yeah, I don't even begin to imagine beating her…" he sighed. "One look from her and I'm a goner. Gotta figure out how to block that before she fries my brain for good."

He flipped back a few pages, scanning his notes on Eva—scribbled hastily after yesterday's session. Tail trick: dangerous as hell. Counter: keep her distracted with food? Ticklish and not murderous. "Yeah, she is one of the most harmless," he muttered, his pen tapping against his chin. "Fun to mess around with her, though."

He then flipped the pages further back to check on Lilith: Boobs are very dangerous, even while fully aware of it, they entrance you. Very skilled with her body, and probably as deadly as her sisters. Astaroth and Morrigan were noted just beneath her: Careful of aura, Astaroth's tail can open and suck me, watch out for that.

Finally, his eyes settled on Alma Elma's entry: Virgin killer—that night was unreal. I can still feel her pussy gripping me, those soft boobs— "Hey! What the hell was I on when I wrote that?" he grumbled, a flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck as he scratched at the page with his pen. He hastily added: Watch her tail—creepy as hell. Pussy could kill if she's not careful. "Yeah, better," he muttered, nodding to himself as he regained some dignity.

Luka leaned back in his chair. He rubbed a hand over his face, half-laughing at his own ridiculous notes. "Man, I'm either a genius or a total pervert," he said under his breath, shaking his head. "Probably both at this rate… Man, Saki will hate me after all this…"

Still, nothing can stop me! They're all nice and cute, they're great friends overall too… I feel like things are going smoothly. Hehe… I feel like the luckiest man in the world.

He closed his book with a satisfied smile and locked it away in the drawer of his desk.

Luka stretched his arms above his head, his joints popping as he let out a contented sigh. The faint hum of the immortality box on his desk was a distant buzz now, overshadowed by the warmth of his own smug satisfaction. "Yeah, I've got this," he muttered to himself, leaning back with his hands behind his head. "Who needs a normal life when you've got succubi like that? I feel like I can do anything for once."

A sudden bang against his door jolted him upright, followed by a familiar voice. "Luka, open up!" The knob rattled, and he barely had time to lock the drawer and shove the key into his pocket that Nina barged in. 

"Ever heard of knocking?" Luka quipped, leaning against the desk with a sigh. 

"Shut up, we've got a big mission today," Nina shot back, striding toward him with an empty bag in hand. She folded it with a sharp flick of her wrist and tossed it at him, the fabric smacking against his chest. "You owe me one, remember?"

Luka caught the bag with a grunt, raising an eyebrow as he unfolded it. "A mission, huh?" he said as he glanced up at Nina. Her auburn hair was a tousled mess, as if she'd either just rolled out of bed after a wild night or hadn't slept at all.

She crossed her arms and pushed her glasses up her nose with a dramatic flourish. "It's a dangerous mission, but it'll benefit us both in the end," she declared, her voice brimming with conviction.

"Oh? What is that?" he asked, curious.

Nina's smirk widened into something downright maniacal as she clenched her fist tightly, then thrust it into the air with a triumphant flourish. "I found a way to clone the succubi for later—once they've left!" she proclaimed, her eyes gleaming with wild ambition. "That way… we'll both have our harem of succubi forever! You could train with them instead of the real ones! Muwahahaha!"

Luka blinked, the bag slipping slightly in his grip as he stared at her, caught between disbelief and amusement. "Wait, what?" he said, a laugh bubbling up as he straightened, tossing the bag onto the desk. "Cloning them? Like, having another Alma for myself while the others go back to their world?"

Nina's cackle tapered off into a smug grin as she adjusted her glasses again, the lenses catching the light with an almost sinister glint. "Exactly!" she jabbed a finger at him. "Think about it, genius! Once this trial is over, no more ticking clocks—just endless succubi, custom-made to keep us happy. I get my boob-drowning dream, you get yours… Win-win!"

"And what? Saki kicking me to death for being unfaithful after our marriage?" he deadpanned.

"Who cares about her?" Nina growled, planting her hands on her hips. "She fucked plenty of dudes in the past—hell, even when she was mooning over you. I'll just hide the clones for you, deal?" She flashed an exaggerated OK sign with a grin.

"Well…" Luka hesitated, already foreseeing that a plan this good could only backfire hard.

"You owe me anyway," Nina pressed, her grin widening as she leaned closer, her glasses slipping slightly down her nose. "So unless you want to lose your male appendages forever, you'd better pay back your debt."

"I know you won't do it. That threat won't work."

"Right, right," Nina straightened with a theatrical cough, brushing off her failed intimidation as she adjusted her glasses again. "Still, I got you out of that military base mess, didn't I? You wouldn't be heartless enough to ditch me over picking up some clothes, right?"

"You know this is VERY unethical what you're proposing, right?" Luka said, his tone shifting to something more serious as he fixed her with a pointed look.

"Huh… Yeah, but you got your harem. Why shouldn't I, at least?"

Luka's smirk faded completely as he straightened, his arms uncrossing to rest lightly on the desk behind him. "There's a difference between having a harem and cloning one. They're not toys, Nina. They've got their own lives. Besides, cloning them would mean it's not really them anyway…"

Nina rolled her eyes. "Ugh… Save that sermon for someone who cares. I already prepared a clone of Lilith. Besides, we're not hurting them, just borrowing a little DNA to make some backups. Also, It's not like I will chain them up in a dungeon."

Luka's jaw dropped slightly. "Wait—you've already cloned Lilith?" his voice raised as he pushed off the desk to stand fully. "Nina, what the hell? You didn't think to mention that before pitching your plan?"

"Surprise!" she chirped with a smile. "She's chilling in the lab as an embryo for now."

"What happens when the real Lilith finds out?"

"She won't," Nina smirked devilishly. "She's too occupied cumming her brains out thanks to a drug I gave her. Serves her right! Ahahah!"

"Ugh…" he sighed heavily. 

"Anyway, stop complaining!" Nina snapped, yanking a bandana from her pocket and tying it around her face like a makeshift mask, her eyes gleaming with manic energy. "We've got panties to steal!" She unfolded her bag with a dramatic flourish, shaking it open like a thief ready for a heist.

"Why panties?" Luka asked, his brow furrowing as he stared at her, caught between horror and reluctant amusement. "Shouldn't just hair suffice?"

"Nah," Nina said, waving him off with a grin as she slung the bag over her shoulder. "I'm taking as many samples as I can get—panties, hair, whatever—to figure out what they like. More data, better clones!"

"You're going to hell…"

"And you're coming with me!" Nina cackled, already bolting for the door.

Luka groaned, dragging a hand down his face as he watched her practically skip toward the hallway, her bandana slipping slightly to reveal her unhinged grin. "This is how I die," he muttered under his breath, though a reluctant chuckle escaped him as he grabbed his jacket from the chair. "It's a chance they are all at the beach right now…"

"Hurry up, slowpoke!" Nina called over her shoulder as she paused at the door, tapping her foot impatiently. "We've got all day but we still need to go fast!"

"Right, right," Luka sighed heavily, slinging the empty bag over his shoulder as he trudged after her. "Also, why panties, you freak?"

"It's science! Science I tell you! You want a half-assed Alma or a flawless one?"

"Either way, they'll strangle me with their tail…" Luka muttered, following her into Vinum's room, the faint scent of incense and something floral hitting him as he stepped inside. "You're starting with one of the most dangerous ones, too."

"Just search!" Nina barked, her grin widening as she dove toward a dresser. ""I want to clone her in her powered-up form, too."

Luka slumped his shoulders but began searching nonetheless. He hated displeasing his teacher, or even any of the girls, but a promise was a promise. He quickly looked in her bed and found a pair of neatly folded pajamas beneath the pillow. "Hmm… You'd think she wouldn't sleep with those…" he muttered, running his fingers over the silky fabric before setting them aside and moving toward a small wicker basket deeper in the room.

Luka crouched by the basket, peering inside at a jumble of scarves and trinkets, the faint rustle of fabric mingling with Nina's enthusiastic rummaging across the room. "Found anything good yet?" he called, his voice laced with half-hearted sarcasm as he pulled out a ribbon. 

"Jackpot!" Nina crowed, popping up from behind the dresser with a pair of white panties dangling from her fingers, waving them like a trophy. "Ahaha! With that I'll make a cute Vinum clone! Next, Succubus-chan!"

"I'm starting to regret this…"

Luka straightened, rubbing the back of his neck as he shot Nina a sidelong glance, her cackle echoing off the room's dark wood walls like a mad scientist reveling in her breakthrough. "Cute Vinum clone? The whole part of her charm is that she is scary."

"Ah?" Nina spun around, fixing him with a fierce glare, her bandana slipping to reveal one wild, incredulous eye. "Who'd want that? Has she already fried your brain? Imagine her with a little maid outfit, serving us snacks—obedient and adorable!"

"Oh…" he put a hand up his chin in agreement. "You've got my attention there."

"See?" she put the panties in her bag. " I've got plenty of ideas!"

"Okay, now I'm getting into it," Luka said, pumping his fists with sudden enthusiasm, the guilt fading as the absurdity took hold. "Let's hit Succubus-chan's room next!"

They carried on like a pair of gleeful thieves, darting from room to room, their haul growing with each stop. Blue panties, black panties, white panties—every color and style imaginable—they swiped them all, giggling like kids on a sugar high as they danced and hummed their way through the heist, high spirits propelling them forward.

Until they reached the final room: Alma Elma's.

The door creaked open with an ominous groan, and Luka darted inside, his eyes scanning the space like a hawk. The air carried the faint scent of her perfume. Without thinking, he flung himself onto her bed, the mattress sinking beneath him in a way that felt like sinking into a cloud. It was, in his opinion, the most comfortable in the house by far.

"She has good taste…" he muttered, stretching out and settling deeper into the plush surface, momentarily forgetting the mission as he let out a contented sigh.

"Get up, you idiot," Nina sighed, rolling her eyes as she rifled through a drawer near the vanity. "What kind of panties does she have?"

Luka propped himself up on his elbows, shooting her a lazy smirk. "Didn't you fuck her too?"

"Yeah, but…" Nina paused, her cheeks flushing slightly as she adjusted her glasses with a huff. "I was too busy looking above to notice what she had below."

"Fair…" Luka chuckled, rolling off the bed with a groan and landing on his feet with a soft thud. He glanced around the room, taking in the decadent elegance of it all—crimson silk sheets tangled in a heap, a scattering of books and a half-empty bottle of red wine on her desk, and—

"Her cape!" Luka exclaimed as he rushed over to the dresser, snatching the royal blue cape draped across it before wrapping it around his shoulders with a dramatic flourish. He jabbed a finger at Nina, striking a heroic pose. "I am the heavenly knight of the wind, Alma Elma!"

"Shut up, you idiot," Nina chuckled at his theatrics, shaking her head as she pulled out a pair of lacy purple panties from the drawer. "You're gonna get us caught if you keep messing around like that. Now help me look for more stuff—this clone's gotta be perfect!"

Luka grinned, adjusting the cape with a mock-serious expression as he strutted over to the desk. "Fine, fine. But admit it, I look pretty damn good in this." He gave a theatrical twirl, the cape billowing behind him, before turning his attention to the desk. He picked up the bottle of wine, inspecting the label with a raised eyebrow. "Didn't know she liked red wine. Where did she buy this?"

But then—

Downstairs, they heard the front door open. The both of them froze in silence, their ears almost expanding to hear the sounds. 

"So, Vinum," Alma Elma's voice rang out from downstairs. "I was wondering if you had an idea to help me gain more strength."

"Hm… That's a troublesome one," Vinum's deeper, measured tone replied. "Is it to fight that ancestor Minagi again?"

"Shouldn't you be more careful?" Succubus-chan's voice chimed in, tinged with concern. "I mean, you got beat up pretty badly last time…"

Nina and Luka locked eyes, their necks almost creaking from the sudden, rigid turn of their heads. The playful mischief in the room evaporated like smoke, replaced by a shared, unspoken panic that screamed: We're screwed. Their bags of stolen goods suddenly felt like lead weights, the evidence of their crime making them panic.

"Shit," Nina hissed under her breath, clutching her bag to her chest as her glasses slid down her nose. "They're back early! Why are they back early? I thought they were at the beach!"

"I-I don't know!" he whispered, clutching the cape around him as if to protect himself. "I thought they would but—"

They heard footsteps climbing up the stairs, each creak of the wood sounding like a countdown to their doom.

Luka's face paled, his bravado vanishing as he dropped to the floor and scrambled to squeeze himself under the bed. The space was tight, barely enough room for him and his bag, but he shoved himself in anyway, his heart hammering against his ribcage.

"H-Hey! Leave me a place too!" Nina urgently hissed, shoving at his legs from behind as she tried to follow him under the bed, her own bag smacking against the floorboards in her haste.

"Go inside the closet!" Luka shot back in a harsh whisper, jabbing a finger toward the open wardrobe across the room. "There's no room here!"

Nina didn't waste a second, darting silently across the room with the speed of a startled cat. She reached the closet, her hand brushing against the door as she prepared to slip inside—but then—

The bedroom door opened with a slow creak.

Both of them froze, Nina halfway into the closet and Luka's legs still sticking out from under the bed, his breath catching in his throat as the scent of Alma Elma's perfume wafted into the room more strongly than before. The faint sound of her heels clicking against the hardwood floor sent a jolt of terror through him, and he yanked his legs in the rest of the way, pressing himself as flat as possible against the dusty underside of the mattress. His bag dug uncomfortably into his side, but he didn't dare move to adjust it.

Nina, meanwhile, had managed to slip fully into the closet just in time, pulling the door shut behind her with the barest whisper of sound. Through the slats, she could barely make out the room, her glasses fogging slightly as she tried to control her panicked breathing. Her bag was clutched against her chest, the stolen panties and trinkets inside now feeling like ticking time bombs.

Alma Elma's voice came again, closer now, as she stepped fully into the room. "No matter how I think about it… I can't beat Minagi without growing stronger," she muttered under her breath. The faint rustle of fabric suggested she was moving toward the desk, her heels clicking ominously with every step.

Luka held his breath, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure she'd hear it. From his cramped vantage point beneath the bed, he could just see the tips of her boots as she paced near the desk, her shadow flickering across the floor.

When he realized—

He still had her royal blue cape draped around his shoulders, the fabric bunched awkwardly beneath him in the tight space. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he tried to shift it off without making a sound, but every movement seemed to risk a rustle that would give him away.

"Hm? Where did I put my trusty cape?" Alma Elma's voice sounded intrigued, her footsteps pausing as she scanned the room. The curiosity in her tone made Luka's stomach drop—she was looking for it, and he was literally wearing the evidence of their intrusion.

But then—

The sound of the closet door creaking open made his blood run cold. Alma Elma's heels clicked closer to Nina's hiding spot, and Luka could only watch in horror from beneath the bed as her shadow loomed larger across the floor.

"Ah." Nina's soft voice echoed in the room, barely more than a squeak, but it might as well have been a scream in the suffocating silence. Luka felt his world crashing down around him.

THAT IDIOT GOT CAUGHT!

"What are you doing in there?" Alma Elma's voice was calm, surprised even. He couldn't see her face from his angle, but he could imagine the predatory glint in her eyes as she leaned into the closet.

"I-I… uh…" Nina stammered, her voice trembling as she clutched her bag tighter, the contents rustling faintly despite her best efforts to keep still. "I was… looking for… something?"

"Something?" Alma Elma repeated with a sweet tone. "Me, perhaps?"

"AAAH! Luka, help me!" Nina suddenly shouted in panic, her voice cracking as she threw subtlety out the window.

THAT BASTARD SHE SOLD ME!!!

"Luka?" Alma Elma raised an eyebrow. She turned around and saw him trying to get out of the bed with a grunt, her cape clinging to him.

"Well, well," Alma Elma purred, her heels clicking slowly as she approached him. She tilted her head, her crimson eyes glinting with curiosity as she took in the sight of Luka, flushed and disheveled, with her cape draped over him like a child caught playing dress-up. "What do we have here? A little knight in my cape… and a thief in my closet?"

Luka froze halfway out from under the bed, his hands braced against the floor as he met her gaze, his throat dry. "Uh… it's not what it looks like?" he offered weakly, though the bag of stolen goods at his side and the cape on his shoulders made that lie as flimsy as tissue paper.

Nina, still in the closet, peeked out from behind the door, her glasses askew and her face pale. "It was his idea!" she blurted, pointing an accusatory finger at Luka as she tried to inch her way out of the line of fire.

"You liar!" Luka shouted back, shooting her a glare as he finally stood up, the cape slipping off one shoulder but still stubbornly clinging to the other. "You dragged me into this!"

"Don't you move," Vinum's voice cut off any escape she had. "Are you the one who stole my underwear?"

Nina's eyes widened in terror, her glasses slipping further down her nose as she clutched her bag like a lifeline. "I-I… uh… no?"

Suddenly, Alma Elma caught Luka from behind, her movements swift and fluid as she wrapped her arms around him, pressing his head snugly between her breasts. The scent of her perfume enveloped him, and he felt his face flush hotter than it already was as she looked down at him with a deceptively sweet smile. "Do you mind if I take a look at what's in your bag?" she asked with a melodic tease.

Luka looked up, sweating bullets as he clutched his bag tighter, his mind racing for an excuse—any excuse—to keep her from seeing the incriminating contents. But Alma Elma took it from him easily, her strength effortless as she plucked the bag from his grasp with one hand while keeping the other arm securely around him, pinning him in place.

"Oh my…♪" she chuckled. "That's quite the collection you've got there."

Luka's stomach churned as he felt her grip tighten ever so slightly, her curves pressing against him in a way that was both intoxicating and terrifying. He shot a desperate glance at Nina, who was still frozen under Vinum's glare, her own bag practically trembling in her hands. They were caught—well and truly caught—and with every item Alma Elma pulled out of the bag, their chances of talking their way out of this mess seemed to shrink further into oblivion.

"Listen…" Luka chuckled awkwardly. "I have an explanation for this."

Succubus-chan entered the room just then, her curious gaze immediately catching the sight of the pair of panties Alma Elma had pulled out of the bag. She blinked, her expression shifting from confusion to exasperation as she looked at Luka with a sigh, shaking her head slightly as if to say, Really? This is what you're doing now?

Vinum on the other hand was looking at him like she was looking at garbage.

Luka's head snapped up, and Alma Elma's smile vanished entirely, replaced by a stare that carried a mix of pity and disappointment, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly as she tilted her head. The shift in her demeanor made his heart sink even further, if that was possible.

"You know… Even if we are succubi, panties are important to us, you know that?" she said, grip tightening just enough to make Luka hyper-aware of how trapped he was.

Luka swallowed hard, his mind scrambling for something to say that wouldn't dig their grave any deeper. But with Alma Elma holding him like a prized catch, Vinum's disdain practically radiating off her, and Succubus-chan's disappointed sigh lingering in the air, he had a sinking feeling that no amount of smooth-talking was going to get them out of this one unscathed.

"Yeah, well, it was his idea!" Nina suddenly blurted, throwing her bag onto the bed with a dramatic thud as she pointed an accusatory finger at Luka. "This guy was asking me if I could clone you girls with some of your DNA and asked me to help him steal your panties!"

THAT SCUMMY LYING BITCH!

Luka's jaw dropped, his eyes widening in betrayal as he twisted in Alma Elma's grip to glare at Nina. "You—! That's not true!" he sputtered, his voice a mix of indignation and panic as he struggled to defend himself. "She's the one who came up with the cloning idea! I just… got dragged along for the ride!"

Alma Elma's grip didn't loosen, but her gaze shifted between the two of them, a flicker of amusement returning to her expression.

Vinum, however, took a step closer to the bed, her eyes narrowing as she picked up Nina's discarded bag and began rifling through it, pulling out her own stolen underwear with a bored look.

"Cloning us, hmm?" Vinum sighed. 

"Are you saying we are not enough, Luka?" Alma Elma added, pressing his head further inside her cleavage.

Succubus-chan crossed her arms, a fanged smile spreading on her face. "That's kind of messed up, Luka-kun," she chuckled. "Are we having a bad influence on you?"

"Nina was the one with the idea! I swear!" Luka protested, his voice muffled against Alma Elma's chest as he tried to wriggle free enough to plead his case. "She even got Lilith under the influence of a drug and cloned her!"

"Ah?!" Nina crossed her arms in indignation. "What proof do you have?"

"That's enough," Vinum interjected, her voice sharp as she delivered a firm slap to Nina's back, making the scientist stumble forward with a yelp. "Boy over there would never think of such a stupid idea," she sighed, casting a sidelong glance at Luka that was more exasperated than angry. "Still, he went along with it."

"That means they need a punishment, right?" Succubus-chan grinned at Luka's trapped form, flicking a finger at his forehead. "And I have juuust the right idea for that!"

"W-What?" Luka blinked, his voice cracking as he felt the collective predatory gaze of the succubi shift onto him and Nina.

"W-Wait wait wait! Can't we talk about this?" Luka pleaded with all his might, his voice tinged with desperation as he tried to wriggle free from his bindings, the ropes biting into his wrists as he squirmed.

"Noo~pe!" Succubus-chan chuckled, her fanged grin widening as she bounced on her heels, clearly delighted by his panic.

"This will be a good opportunity to learn," Vinum remarked coolly, pulling out a notebook and pen she'd apparently brought just for the occasion. She adjusted her stance, her expression one of clinical curiosity as she prepared to take notes. "It's rare to see this kind of thing."

"Just relax, Luka," Alma Elma cooed, ruffling his hair gently with a hand that felt far too warm, her hungry gaze piercing through him like a predator sizing up its prey. "It will feel good."

"Nononono! Wait wait wait wait! I object! Objection, your honor! This isn't how you punish someone!" Luka's voice cracked as he thrashed harder against the ropes, his protests growing more frantic by the second.

"Just shut up and enjoy it…" Nina's dreamy voice came from below him, her tone almost euphoric as she gazed up at the succubi with a dazed expression. "It'll feel amazing, I bet…" She practically drooled at the idea, her earlier indignation replaced by an unsettling eagerness that made Luka's stomach twist even more.

"NO! THIS ISN'T—!" Luka's shout was cut off as Succubus-chan clapped her hands together with a gleeful squeal.

"The double human-wich!" she beamed, raising a fist into the air like she'd just invented the greatest culinary masterpiece. "A meal rich in protein for a hungry succubus, isn't that right, head-chef Vinum?"

"That's right," Vinum nodded approvingly, ignoring Luka's protests entirely as she scribbled something in her notebook. "Alma Elma, you told me you wanted to gain strength? Then you at least need a good meal to recover from your wounds."

"Ufufu…♪" Alma Elma giggled, her tongue sticking out as she looked at the delightful sight before her.

On the kitchen table, Luka and Nina were tied up to each other in a ridiculous, compromising position—his arms bound tightly to her legs, their naked bodies pressed awkwardly together as the ropes held them in place. The table creaked slightly under their combined weight, and Luka could feel the heat of Nina's skin against his, her dreamy muttering only adding to his mounting horror.

Luka's face burned with a mix of embarrassment and dread as he caught Alma Elma's hungry stare, her tail swishing lazily behind her like a cat about to pounce. Vinum stood nearby, her pen poised over her notebook as if she were about to document every second of their ordeal, while Succubus-chan circled the table with a gleeful skip in her step, clearly thrilled by her own creativity.

"A human-wich? What the hell Succubus-chan?" he growled.

"What? You don't like the name?" she tilted her head, her grin downright diabolical. 

"I think this is a good name for a duo of delicious panty thieves," Vinum chuckled darkly. 

"Don't be so mean to them…♪" Alma Elma giggled, tracing the naked spine of Luka with a finger. 

"Also why the hell are you here?" Luka continued ot thrash around but Alma Elma kept him pinned down with one hand. "I thought you were at the beach!"

"I couldn't run or do any physical activities since Nina told me not to," Alma Elma sighed. "So I decided to come back to laze around in the house."

"And the beach is boring," Vinum added, her tone flat as she crossed her arms, her notebook tucked under one elbow. "What's the point if you aren't there, boy?"

"Okay, you two, I get it!" Luka stammered, his face flushing even deeper at Vinum's bluntness, though he couldn't tell if she was teasing or genuinely annoyed. "But you! Succubus-chan? You like the beach, don't you?"

"What?" Succubus-chan blinked, her mischievous grin faltering for a moment as she scratched the back of her head, her tail flicking behind her. "Not really… I even got hit on by another group of shady guys, and I just wanted to laze around with Alma Elma too…"

Luka groaned, his head knocking on Nina's forehead below. "Ow!" she winced, and he pulled back slightly. 

"I feel like we are two plucked chickens tied to each other…" he whimpered, tears prickling his eyes in embarrassment.

"Well…" Alma Elma chuckled, slapping his ass with a gentle flick. "That is what you are, in a way."

The words sent a fresh wave of dread through Luka, his mind racing for any possible escape as the succubi's laughter filled the kitchen. Nina's dreamy muttering continued beneath him, her earlier protests long forgotten as she seemed to resign herself to their fate.

"Please…" he cried. "I'm scaaaared…"

"Awww…" Alma Elma cooed, stroking his head gently with a tenderness that felt far too predatory to be comforting, her crimson eyes glinting with amusement. "Don't be so sad, Luka. I'll make sure to make you feel real good inside my tail…♪" She punctuated her words with a slow, deliberate lick of her lips, the gesture sending a shiver through both Luka and Nina—though not for the same reason.

"Yeah… I can't wait…" Nina giggled below him.

"STOP IT! THIS ISN'T FUNNY! SHE IS REALLY GOING TO EAT US!"

Succubus-chan tilted her head, her fanged smile widening as she leaned in closer, resting her chin on her hands like she was savoring the sight of his distress. "Oh, come on, Luka-kun," she teased, her tail flicking playfully behind her. "Ever since I knew she could do it, I wanted to see it happen. I'm so curious! I can't wait to massage her tail while you're inside!"

"And the digestion process invades your nerves with pleasure signals," Vinum added with a smirk, her tone almost clinical as she glanced up from her notebook, her pen tapping idly against the page. "Didn't you say you wanted to help her yesterday in getting stronger?"

"I was thinking of sex, not thiiiis…" Luka sobbed, his voice breaking as the tears finally spilled over, trailing down his flushed cheeks as he tugged helplessly at the ropes.

"Oh, come on…" Alma Elma leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, her voice a sultry purr that sent a conflicting wave of heat and dread through him. "Are you afraid because you're afraid you might like it?"

"I thought you were one of the nicer ones, Almaaa…" he added, looking at her with a sobby face.

"I'm hurt. You think I'm not nice anymore after you stole our panties and threatened to replace us?" she smirked. 

"Alright, I was a jerk… Happy?" he grumbled, hoping it might change their minds.

"More like a pervert," Succubus-chan giggled, tapping her sharp nail against his forehead with a teasing flick that made him flinch. "Anyway, let's prepare the both of you."

"P-Prepare?!" Luka's voice turned into a yelp as he watched Succubus-chan pull on a frilly apron with an unsettlingly cheerful pattern of strawberries and hearts. "H-Hey! Don't joke around with this! Nina! Do something!"

"Ehehe… I'll get eaten by Alma… Can't wait…" Nina murmured dreamily from below him, her voice tinged with an unsettling eagerness as her eyes glazed over with anticipation.

"You damn pervert!" Luka growled, his frustration boiling over as he shot her a glare, though the ropes kept him from doing much more than squirming uselessly against her. Nina's complete surrender to the situation only made him feel more isolated in his panic.

Succubus-chan tied the apron around her waist with a dramatic flourish, her grin widening as she clapped her hands together. "Alright Alma Elma. What do you want in your sandwich?"

"This is getting out of hand…" Alma Elma giggled, her voice a melodic tease as she leaned back slightly, resting a hand on her hip. "But if one of them is eager, how can I refuse?"

"I'm still here, Alma! Don't eat me! I'm scared of your tail!" Luka pleaded, his voice rising into a desperate wail as he thrashed against the ropes, the table creaking beneath their combined weight.

"I'll go with some salad and tomatoes," Alma Elma replied, completely ignoring Luka's pleas as she tapped a finger against her chin, her tone casual as if she were ordering at a café. "You need a balanced meal, after all."

Succubus-chan nodded enthusiastically, skipping over to the counter to grab a head of lettuce and a couple of ripe tomatoes from a basket, her apron swaying with every step. "Good choice! A little crunch, a little sweetness—perfect for a human-wich!" she chirped, pulling a knife from a drawer with a flourish that made Luka's heart skip a beat.

Vinum, still scribbling in her notebook, glanced up with a faint smirk. "Nutritionally sound," she noted, her voice dry as she jotted down Alma's "order." "Though I doubt the protein will appreciate the garnish."

"Stop calling me protein!" Luka snapped, his voice cracking as he shot a frantic glance between the succubi. He could feel Nina's flushed body beneath him, getting hotter by the second despite the situation. 

Succubus-chan finished slicing the tomatoes with a practiced flick of the knife, then began setting the thin, juicy rounds down on Luka's back while humming a cheerful tune. The cold, wet sensation made him flinch, the tomato juice dripping slightly along his spine as she arranged them with exaggerated care, like a chef plating a gourmet dish.

"I hate you all…" Luka sniffled, his voice trembling with a mix of humiliation and despair as tears streaked down his face. "This is humiliating…"

"I mean, pervert boy, perverted punishment," Succubus-chan giggled, her tone light and teasing as she patted a tomato slice into place, the sound of it squishing faintly against his skin making him cringe. "Besides, like I said, I'm looking forward to it."

"I'm nooot..."

Alma Elma leaned in closer, her crimson eyes glinting with amusement as she watched Succubus-chan's handiwork. "Oh, don't be so dramatic, Luka," she purred, her tail swishing lazily as she reached out to brush a stray tear from his cheek with a mocking tenderness. "You're starting to look delicious already~"

Vinum snorted softly, her pen scratching against the notebook as she added another observation. "Presentation is key," she muttered, her smirk widening as she glanced at the tomato-topped Luka. "Though I'd suggest a bit more seasoning."

"Oooh! Pouring salt in the wounds!" Succubus-chan giggled as she picked up the salt shaker.

But Alma Elma stopped her with a raised hand, her smirk softening into something almost thoughtful. "No salt. They're already salty enough," she said, her tone teasing as she flicked her gaze toward Luka's tear-streaked face.

The chef nodded with a pout, setting the salt shaker aside before grabbing the pepper mill instead. With a gleeful twist, she began grinding a light dusting of pepper over Luka's back, the faint spice tickling his nose as it settled atop the tomatoes.

"Almaaa… You're mean…"

"Sorry, Luka…♪" Alma Elma chuckled, leaning against the table with her cheek resting on her hand, her posture relaxed as she watched Succubus-chan prepare them with a lazy grin. "But you know, you won't be the first one I've eaten like that. So you're right to say I'm a bad succubus."

He looked at her with a frown. "You mean…?"

"A few times," she said airily. "It's a rare treat, but it always hits the spot."

Vinum glanced up from her notebook. "This is mainly why I'm here," she said, her voice calm and analytical. "We talked about your kind of succubi, and it's rare to see some of these… alternative methods of feeding in action." Her smirk returned as she glanced at Luka and Nina, her gaze lingering on the tomatoes and pepper dusting Luka's back. "Consider this a field study."

"Besides…" Succubus-chan blinked ruffling his hair slightly. "Maybe you'll enjoy it and ask for more later!" 

"And me…?" Nina asked with a smile.

"Hush!" Succubus-chan tapped Nina's nose with a sharp nail, her grin widening as she wagged a finger at her. "Willing food doesn't talk."

"Uhehehe…" Nina giggled, her laughter muffled but unmistakably giddy, her flushed face pressing against Luka's chest as she seemed to revel in the absurdity of it all.

"Nina… I swear I will kill you one day," Luka said blankly, his voice flat and resigned as he gave up struggling and pressed himself against her to rest. The position was far from comfortable—his back ached from the awkward angle, and being this close to Nina's overheated body only made it worse. Still, with no other option, he let his head slump into the crook of her neck, the faint scent of her sweat mingling with the pepper and tomato juice on his back.

After carefully placing a few crisp lettuce leaves atop the tomatoes and pepper on Luka's back, Succubus-chan dusted her hands off with a satisfied clap, stepping back to admire her masterpiece with a bright smile. "Now, we just need to find two big bread slices."

Luka groaned into Nina's neck, the sound muffled but heavy with exhaustion and despair. "Bread slices…?" he muttered weakly, his voice barely audible as the absurdity of the situation pushed him past the point of protest.

Alma Elma tilted her head, her grin widening as she leaned against the table, her tail swishing lazily. "Oh, I don't know if we need bread," she chuckled as she adjusted a lettuce leaf on Luka's back. "They're already a perfect little sandwich as is…♪"

"Human-wich," Succubus-chan corrected with a playful huff, emphasizing the word as she shot Alma Elma a mock glare.

Vinum raised an eyebrow, her pen pausing mid-scratch as she glanced at Succubus-chan. "Bread might be overkill," she agreed, her tone dry as she jotted down a quick note. "The visual is striking enough without it. Though I suppose it depends on how literal you want the 'sandwich' metaphor to be."

Succubus-chan pouted, crossing her arms as she considered their input. "Fine, no bread then," she huffed, though her grin quickly returned as she clapped her hands together. "But it's still the perfect human-wich! Ready for the main event, Alma Elma?"

Luka's head lifted slightly from Nina's neck, his tear-streaked face pale with dread as he shot Alma Elma a pleading look. "Please… no main event…" he whimpered, though the resigned slump of his shoulders suggested he'd already accepted that his pleas were falling on deaf ears.

"Oh shut up and stop being scared," Nina sighed. "If you're so scared, just kiss me to pass the time."

"I would rather die eaten by wild rabbits than kiss you even once, you degenerate," he growled.

Nina huffed, her flushed face pressing harder against Luka's chest as she muttered, "Your loss, jerk…" Her tone was petulant, but the faint giggle that followed suggested she wasn't entirely offended

Luka groaned, dropping his head back into the crook of Nina's neck with a defeated thud, the lettuce and tomatoes on his back shifting slightly with the movement. "Just get it over with…" he mumbled.

"Alright…♪ I was getting hungry looking at you two like that," Alma Elma chuckled, her voice a melodic tease as she leaned in closer. She pressed a soft, lingering kiss on Nina's forehead, then another on Luka's, her lips warm and deceptively gentle against his sweat-dampened skin. Clutching the flower-like tip of her tail in her hand, she flashed them a wicked grin. "Hope you two are ready. I'll take my time to give you a lot of love throughout the day with it."

"T-Throughout the day?" Luka shot back, his voice spiking with renewed panic as his head jerked up, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Yes…♪" she giggled. Then, she turned to Vinum. "Is the statuette linked to Nina too now?"

"It's already linked to everyone in the house," Nina replied with a smug smile, her voice brimming with pride as she shifted slightly beneath Luka. "So don't worry about me—I already tried it with multiple test subjects back in my lab."

"Wait! Why did no one tell me this sooner?" Luka exclaimed, his head snapping up again as he stared between them, his panic giving way to incredulous frustration. "You mean that no one can die in this house?"

"Exactly," Vinum nodded, her tone matter-of-fact as she glanced up from her notebook, her pen pausing mid-scratch. "Now get on with it. I have a lot of research to do." Her smirk returned as she adjusted her grip on the notebook, clearly eager to document whatever was about to unfold.

Luka's jaw dropped, his mind reeling as the implications sank in. "So… All this time… I could've gotten even…?"

Succubus-chan's smirk dropped. "Luka… You can't be thinking…"

"It seems our Luka over there needs to learn his place," Alma Elma chuckled. "Are you threatening us?"

"N-No…" Luka stammered, his bravado crumbling as quickly as it had flared, his face paling under her stare.

Succubus-chan's grin returned, though it carried a hint of menace now as she ruffled Luka's hair with a bit more force than necessary. "Good boy," she cooed, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. "Let's keep this fun, okay? No need to hold a grudge~"

Luka swallowed hard, his head dropping back into Nina's neck with a resigned whimper as Nina giggled beneath him, unbothered by the exchange.

Alma Elma leaned closer to the table, her thick tail snaking toward them as she scooped up Luka's cheeks. "Don't be scared, okay?" she whispered, her face softening into an almost tender expression as her crimson eyes locked onto his. "I'm not going to lie—ever since I heard you willingly let Lilith pamper you, even if you might die, I got a bit jealous…"

"E-Eh…?" Luka blinked, his breath hitching as he felt the flower-like tip of her tail scratch against the sole of his foot, sending an involuntary shiver up his spine.

"My tail is very sensitive," she continued, her voice dropping to a sultry murmur as her tail brushed lightly against him again, teasingly slow. "So please squirm a lot for me, okay?" Her lips curled into a mischievous smile, the softness in her expression giving way to that familiar predatory side.

"W-Wait, jealous? What does that even—?!" His protest cut off into a yelp as the tip of her tail opened, its petals unfurling into a maw-like opening. A warm, glistening liquid dripped from it onto his feet, the sensation both sticky and tingling as it seeped into his skin, sending a strange warmth spreading up his legs.

Alma Elma licked her lips sultrily, her gaze flickering between Luka and Nina as she whispered, "Goodbye, my delicious sandwich…♪" The warm, sticky interior of her tail began to swallow their feet slowly, creeping up along their calves with a deliberate, almost sensual pace. The slick heat enveloped them, the tingling intensifying as it pulled them in deeper, the petals flexing slightly with each inch it claimed.

Luka's yelp turned into a frantic squirm, his body jerking against the ropes as the sensation overwhelmed him—equal parts alarming and disturbingly pleasant. "W-Wait! Alma! Stop—!" he gasped, his voice cracking as he tried to pull his legs free, only to feel the tail tighten its grip, the warm liquid making his skin prickle with sensitivity.

Nina, meanwhile, let out a dreamy sigh beneath him, her body relaxing into the sensation as if it were a warm bath. "Mmm… so nice…" she murmured, her giggles muffled against his chest as she seemed to melt into the experience. "If only you could shut up…"

Succubus-chan clapped her hands together, her eyes wide with delight as she leaned in close. "Oh, look at that! It's working already!" she chirped, her tail flicking excitedly as she reached out to poke at Alma Elma's tail, earning a playful swat from the older succubus. "I can't wait to rub it later~"

"The secretion appears to heighten nerve sensitivity… possibly a paralytic effect as well…" Vinum muttered while scratching on her notebook. 

Alma Elma's chuckle was soft but laced with satisfaction as she watched them, her tail continuing its slow ascent, now reaching their knees. "Squirm all you like, Luka. It makes it better for me…♪" She ruffled his hair gently, savoring the taste of his skin through her tail.

"Do you have tastebuds in there?" Vinum asked with a curious glance, her body leaning against the 'sandwich' to see the fleshy interior of the tail.

"Yes…♪" Alma Elma replied with a slow lick of her lips, her crimson eyes gleaming with delight as she tilted her head. "It's one of my favorite parts—tasting every little shiver and twitch. They're so… flavorful~" Her voice dripped with a mix of mischief and hunger, her tail tightening slightly around their legs as if to emphasize her point.

Luka's squirming intensified, his breaths coming in short, panicked bursts as the tingling warmth crept higher, now lapping at his thighs. "T-Tastebuds?! You're actually tasting us?!" he yelped, his voice frantic as he twisted against the ropes, the lettuce and tomatoes on his back slipping slightly with his movements.

Nina giggled again, her body practically limp beneath him as she murmured, "It's like a spa… so warm and tingly…"

Succubus-chan leaned in even closer, her grin widening as she poked at the tail again, dodging another swat from Alma Elma. "Ooh, I bet they taste spicy with all that pepper!"

Alma Elma's tail pulsed again, the warm, sticky interior sliding higher as she leaned down to meet Luka's wide-eyed gaze. "Hey, relax Luka," she chuckled. "Be like Nina for a bit, hm? Otherwise, it will be very long for you since I intend to keep you inside for a long while."

Luka's eyes dropped further, his squirming faltering as her words sank in. "A long while…?" he squeaked, his voice cracking as the sticky heat of her tail crept past his thighs, the tingling sensation intensifying with every inch. "Alma… please can we just…?"

"Shhh," Alma Elma hushed him, her tone almost gentle as she pressed a finger to his lips, her crimson eyes glinting with amusement. "You're making me feel hot with all that fussing. Just let it happen." 

Nina let out another contented hum, her head lolling slightly as she murmured, "See, Luka? It's not so bad…" Her voice was soft and dazed, her body fully surrendered to the sensation as the tail continued its slow, relentless climb.

Luka groaned, his head dropping back against Nina's shoulder as his struggles weakened, exhaustion and resignation setting in. "I hate this…" he muttered, though the faint tremor in his voice suggested he wasn't entirely sure what he was feeling anymore. The tingly sensation began to spread at the base of his scrotum, tickling his balls slightly with a warm sensation.

Succubus-chan took Alma Elma's place and began chuckling at him with her nail tapping his forehead. "You two look absolutely adorable in there. All squirmy and helpless… I would love to be able to do that."

Luka flinched at the tap, his face flushing deeper as he shot her a weary glare, though the effect was diminished by the sticky warmth now creeping up his hips. "This is your fault…" he grumbled, his voice hoarse and strained, the words barely audible over the faint squelching sounds of the tail as it pulsed around them.

"Well, sorry, but I was just too curious," Succubus-chan giggled, her tone light and unapologetic as she propped her chin on her hands, her gaze darting between Luka and the fleshy interior of the tail with unabashed fascination. "Besides, I need a new pastime since you smashed the computer in the study."

"Anyway," Alma Elma sighed, stepping in front of Succubus-chan."It's about time we wrap this up. While I love teasing the both of you, I've got a new book waiting for me, and I'd rather enjoy it while digesting my meal." Her tail flexed slightly around Luka and Nina, the slick interior tightening briefly as if to emphasize her words, and she cast them a wicked smile that sent a shiver down Luka's spine.

"Alma…" Luka's voice came out weak and trembling, his body betraying him as the warm, sticky flesh of her tail pressed against his groin. His penis twitched involuntarily against the sticky interior and Nina's thighs beneath him.

"Yes?" Alma Elma replied with a knowing smirk. She reached out to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing lightly against his flushed skin as her tail pulsed rhythmically around them, teasing his senses further.

"Why it feels sho goood…" Luka whimpered, his voice cracking as his body shuddered violently. Before he could stop himself, a wave of pleasure crashed through him, and he came hard inside her tail, his release mingling with the warm, sticky liquid.

Alma Elma's smirk turned soft as her tail flexed slightly to taste his seed. "Because that's the tail of the heavenly knight of the wind!" she chuckled as her tail began to wrap around them faster, reaching their shoulders. "I'll make you shoot a lot so that you feel good, okay…?"

Nina let out a sultry moan as she pressed herself harder against Luka. "You came on me… you idiot…"

Luka groaned weakly, his head lolling slightly as the aftershocks of his release left him dizzy. "S-Sorry…" he mumbled. 

Finally, the tail wrapped around their necks, the slick, pulsating flesh creeping up with a deliberate slowness that sent one last shiver through Luka before it swallowed them whole, encasing them entirely in its warm, sticky prison. The sensation was overwhelming—suffocatingly tight yet strangely comforting, the rhythmic pulsing of the tail lulling their senses as the outside world faded away. Alma Elma let out a satisfied sigh, her crimson eyes half-lidded with contentment as she lifted her now-bulging tail with a soft grunt, the weight of her captives making it sway slightly as she turned toward the living room.

"Time to get comfortable," she murmured to herself, her voice a soft purr as she strolled out of the kitchen, her tail resting on her arms. The faint sounds of Luka and Nina's muffled gasps and shifting movements echoed faintly from within, but Alma Elma paid them no mind, her focus now on the plush armchair waiting for her in the next room. She settled into it with a graceful ease, propping her tail up on an ottoman as she reached for the book on the side table—a thick novel with a worn leather cover that she'd been eager to dive into all day.

Succubus-chan followed her into the living room, her crimson eyes wide with curiosity as she plopped onto the couch nearby, her tail flicking excitedly behind her. "So… how long are you keeping them in there?" she asked, her tone playful as she propped her chin on her hands, her gaze fixed on the bulging tail

Alma Elma flipped open her book with a casual flick of her wrist, her lips curling into a faint smirk as she glanced at Succubus-chan. "Oh, a few hours at least," she replied, her voice a melodic tease as she settled deeper into the chair, the faint squirming within her tail sending a pleasant tingle through her. "I don't think I can slow the process further."

"Can I massage it?" Succubus-chan asked, leaning closer with an eager look.

"If you want," Alma Elma sighed, "but don't overdo it. I want them intact after an hour."

"Thanks!" Succubus-chan giggled, kneeling beside the ottoman and placing her hands on the bulging tail. Her fingers brushed its smooth, warm surface, feeling the slight movements of Luka and Nina inside. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she groped Nina's ass through the tail's thick flesh, pressing just enough to draw a muffled yelp from inside.

Alma Elma glanced over her book, raising an eyebrow. "Careful," she warned lightly, her voice still teasing. "I said massage, not play." Her tail twitched slightly, tightening around Luka and Nina for a moment, and she returned to her book with a soft hum. Succubus-chan pouted but kept her touch gentle after that, her giggles filling the quiet room as she continued.

Inside, Luka was pressed against the slick, undulating body of Nina, his mind lost in a haze of overwhelming pleasure. Unconsciously, they both began to grind against each other, their muffled moans and whimpers echoing within the confines of the tail's pulsating, sizzling sounds. The tight, velvety prison seemed to constrict and massage their bodies in all the right places, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through their nerves. Luka's hard cock rubbed insistently against Nina's ass, while her dripping pussy ground back into him, their combined fluids mixing and slicking the way.

Outside, Vinum slumped back on the couch, her eyes glancing at the tail. "This is going to transform the kid again…" she sighed, crossing her arms. "Don't turn him further into a submissive man, Alma Elma."

"I think it might be too late for that," the succubus queen chuckled, her voice a melodic tease as she felt the pair climax again inside her tail, the subtle vibrations drawing a soft moan from her lips. "Hmm… It's hard to concentrate with these two going at it…" She shifted slightly in her chair, her crimson eyes flicking back to her book.

Succubus-chan looked up with a grin, her hands still kneading the tail gently. "Sounds like they're having fun in there."

"They are," Alma Elma sighed softly, another shiver coursing through her spine. "It's a good idea you had there, Succubus-chan."

"Yeah…" Succubus-chan chuckled, pressing herself closer to the tail to hear the muffled sounds of Luka and Nina better. "I don't think Luka will steal our stuff again."

"I was angrier about them wanting to replace us…" Alma Elma exhaled. "What were they even thinking?"

"Not much, clearly," Vinum muttered, hopping off the couch. "I'm heading to my room."

"Bye Vinum-chan…♪" Alma Elma chuckled, giving her a playful wave as the smaller succubus disappeared from view. She then turned her attention to Succubus-chan, who was still resting against her tail, her hands tracing lazy patterns on its surface. "Are you going to stay here all the time or are you going to give me some intimacy with them?"

Succubus-chan pouted for a moment, her hands pausing on the tail as she tilted her head. "Aww, but it's so fun listening to them!" she whined, though her grin quickly returned as she leaned back, her tail flicking behind her. "Fine, fine. I'll give you some space… for now." She stood up with a dramatic stretch. "Could I at least feel it one more time before they respawn?"

"You're an odd one…" she sighed, picking up her book again. "I'll try, but no promises."

"Cool, bye then! I'll mess with his computer while he's gone." Succubus-chan waved and darted off, leaving Alma Elma alone with her captives.

Alma Elma settled deeper into her armchair, the faint hum of pleasure from her tail blending with the soft rustle of pages as she tried to focus on her novel. The living room was quiet now, save for the occasional muffled sound from Luka and Nina, their squirming sending little jolts of warmth through her. She smirked to herself, enjoying the odd companionship, even if it made reading a bit tricky.

Inside, Luka and Nina were too tired to even move anymore, their muscles and nerves occupied in frying their brain with pleasure. Luka's dick was now just a faucet dripping seminal fluid with each spasm of his muscles.

I'm getting eaten… Literally… his mind wandered, the soft flesh pressing against his cheek. It was unbearably hot inside, his body literally melting bit by bit. The glooping sounds around him grew louder, the sticky fluid surrounding them thickening, clinging to their skin as the tail's pulsing intensified.

Alma Elma shifted slightly in her chair, feeling the subtle changes within her tail. She let out a soft hum, her crimson eyes flicking down to the bulging appendage for a moment before returning to her book. "Getting a bit intense in there, huh?" she murmured with a faint chuckle, turning a page. 

"Luka…" Nina's voice cut through his haze for a fleeting moment. The binds holding them had melted enough to free them, though the crushing flesh kept them pinned together. In the dark, sticky confines, Luka forced his eyes open slowly, the thick fluid making his eyelids heavy and hard to lift. He blinked, barely making out Nina's outline in the dim, pulsing prison, her breath ragged against his chest as the heat pressed in tighter.

"Luka… you okay?" Nina mumbled, her voice slurred, barely audible over the tail's wet, rhythmic churn. Her hand twitched, brushing his sides as she tried to shift, but the tight space and thick fluid made every move sluggish. 

Luka groaned, his throat dry, the heat and pleasure muddling his thoughts. "I… don't know…"

"Sorry…" Nina whispered between spasms of pleasure, a soft moan escaping her. Her body quivered against his, the flesh kneading her skin while the digestive fluid, laced with aphrodisiacs, heightened every touch, making her nerves sing with sensitivity.

"Fuck you…" Luka muttered, pushing weakly against the flesh. His useless resistance only sent a ripple of pleasure through Alma Elma, her tail flexing slightly in response outside. "At least… you're enjoying this…"

"Eh… you too," Nina chuckled weakly. The texture of the fluids was different between her thighs, where he had been cumming repeatedly. 

Outside, the clouds began to gather in the sky, few droplets of rain tapping the window bay of the living room that was barely audible throughout the squelching sounds of the succubus' tail. 

Alma Elma's gaze drifted from her book to the window, a faint frown creasing her brow. "That means they'll likely head back from the beach…" she muttered, exhaling a deep sigh. She had hoped to savor her novel longer, but if the others caught on to what she was doing with Luka, she'd never hear the end of it

With a snap, she closed her novel, a faint cold wetness between her thighs reminding her of how much she enjoyed having these two inside her tail. 

"Change of plans," she sighed, rising from the armchair. "I'll take you to my room." She carefully scooped her tail from beneath, securing it firmly in her arms before heading upstairs, the faint squirming within sending a small thrill through her as she moved.

Alma Elma ascended the stairs with a slow steps, the faint creak of the wood beneath her. The air grew cooler as she reached the upper hallway, the distant patter of rain against the windows fading into a soft hum. She nudged open her bedroom door with a shoulder, the familiar scent of her perfume and crimson silk sheets greeting her as she stepped inside.

Inside the tail, the two were pressed uncomfortably against each other. Luka tried to move, but it only made Nina moan faintly, his body sliding against her.

"Stop… moving…" she muttered. 

"Not like I've got a choice," he rasped. 

At last, Alma Elma gently placed her tail on the edge of her bed, the mattress dipping slightly under its weight. She stepped back, stretching her arms with a quiet sigh before slipping off her boots, the cool floor soothing her bare feet. "Much better," she murmured, casting a sly smirk at the bulging appendage. The faint outlines of their forms were still visible, though a thick fluid had begun to seep slowly from the tail's tip.

She sat on the bed and grabbed a glass before pouring herself some wine in it. She took a slow sip and swirled it idly while watching them, her hand caressing them. 

"Are you comfy in here?" she teased as she took another slow sip. She pushed her tail muscles slightly, making Luka's head poke from the entrance. "Hello…♪"

Luka blinked rapidly, his breath ragged as the cooler air hit his skin, though the sticky warmth still clung to him. "A-Alma…"

Nina's muffled voice came from within, a faint moan escaping. "Luka, don't say anything stupid... we're screwed anyway." 

Alma Elma's eyes sparkled with amusement, a soft purr rumbling through her chest as she took another sip of wine. "Oh, but I do hope you'll be saying something. I'm feeling quite chatty right now." Her fingers traced lazy circles on the surface of her glass, the wet sounds from the tail intensifying slightly at the motion. 

Luka swallowed hard, his heart pounding as Alma's attention focused intently on him. "C-can we talk about this… I can't feel much of my body anymore…"

Alma Elma sighed. "Have you reflected on your poor decisions?"

"Of course…" he rasped. "I won't do it again…"

"Good," Alma Elma chuckled before sucking him up back inside. "Now be a good boy and melt, okay?"She downed the rest of her wine in one smooth gulp, setting the glass aside before climbing fully onto the bed. Her fingers trailed down her body, lingering briefly at her crotch.

The tail pulsed softly around Luka and Nina, the slick interior tightening briefly as if in response to her touch. She leaned back against the pillows, her crimson eyes half-lidded with contentment, the faint squirming within her tail adding to the quiet atmosphere as the rain outside continued its regular cadence against the window.

Shit… Everything is squeezing me…! Luka gritted his teeth as her tail pressed them harder, Nina moaning harder and harder in his ears. 

Alma Elma's fingers began tracing slow, deliberate patterns around her clitoris, a soft hum escaping her lips as her other hand teased her breast, kneading gently. She shifted her weight, pressing her foot lightly onto her tail, adding just enough pressure to make the appendage tighten further around her meal.

"I'm going to start digesting you properly now…♪" she breathed out, her cheeks glowing with delight. Their flavor was irresistible, and though she had briefly played the merciless predator downstairs, she couldn't deny how exquisite they tasted any longer.

The tail's movements grew more intentional, a subtle heat spreading through its slick interior as Alma Elma's actions turned more lavish. A soft moan slipped from her, her body responding to the sensations within, her fingers pressing more firmly against herself as the muffled sounds of Luka and Nina blended with the rain's steady patter outside.

Luka felt his body numb swiftly, the thick liquid clinging to him like a second layer. Even with nothing left to release, his penis quivered with lingering pleasure. Beneath him, Nina fared no better; her hand slipped under Luka, reaching her slit, and she began touching herself, two fingers sliding in. She curled them to hit the perfect spot, quickening her pace with each motion.

"Ah…♪" Alma Elma let out a warm, misty breath, her eyes gleaming as she watched them writhe inside her tail. "They're so delectable, I could savor this forever…♪" she giggled, matching their intensity as she slipped one finger inside herself.

The tail pulsed in sync with her rising excitement, its slick walls squeezing them rhythmically. Luka's mind blurred further, the heat and pressure overwhelming his senses, while Nina's gasps grew sharper, her fingers moving faster in desperate need of more orgasm.

"You must be feeling really good by now…♪" the succubus queen huffed, her nipples growing rigid. "Ufufu…♪ I'll turn you both into Luka and Nina syrup…♪"

The moans inside the tail shifted into cries of pleasure, Alma Elma's breathing growing heavier as she felt their bodies soften progressively, creating a symphony of ecstasy in the room. Her digestive fluids surged, working harder, the tip of her tail leaking more as the bulge softened, the outlines of their forms fading into a smoother, indistinct shape.

Alma Elma's fingers moved with renewed intensity, her other hand teasing her breast as she let out a shuddering sigh, the sensations from her tail amplifying her own pleasure.

Inside, Luka's awareness had frayed to a thread, his body little more than a vessel for the overwhelming sensations. The numbness had spread entirely, leaving only the echo of pleasure as his form began to lose its cohesion. Nina's gasps had quieted into shuddering whimpers. The tail's pulsing felt like a heartbeat, each squeeze absorbing more and more of their bodies.

"Almost there…♪" Alma Elma murmured with a sultry smile. She pressed her foot down harder on the tail, coaxing another surge from her fluids, the squelching sound growing louder alongside the quickening movements of her fingers.

Her body arched slightly, a moan escaping her as the tail's movements intensified, working faster to break them down into nutrients. The bulge had nearly smoothed out entirely, the faint leaking at the tip pooling onto the sheets below as Alma Elma's pleasure crested, her crimson eyes fluttering shut for a moment. 

"Hmmmm!" She clenched her mouth to release a loud moan, her body shuddering as she squirted slightly in the process.

The tail quivered in response, its slick interior settling into a slower, more languid pulse as the last traces of Luka and Nina's forms melted away. Alma Elma exhaled deeply, her chest rising and falling as she basked in the afterglow, her fingers slowing to a gentle caress.

"Ah… Ah…" she panted heavily, feeling her prey's remains glide up her tail toward her stomach in one large, smooth bulge.

Alma Elma's stomach bulged noticeably as the digested mass of her prey made its way up her tail. It then settled with a soft gurgle, the warm, syrupy mass of her prey now fully settling in, sloshing inside. She lay sprawled across the crimson silk sheets, her chest rising and falling slowly as the last echoes of her orgasm pulsed through her. Her tail, now limp and glistening with residual fluids, coiled lazily around her leg, leaving faint trails on the bed. 

A deep, contented sigh escaped her lips as she reached down to massage her slightly distended belly, her fingers tracing the subtle curve with a tender touch. 

"Phew… I'm stuffed," she murmured, a faint drool glistening at the corner of her mouth as her crimson eyes fluttered half-closed in satisfaction.

Yet, as the rush of her meal faded, Alma Elma felt a small twinge of guilt. She thought of Luka—his scared eyes and shaky voice begging her to stop as her tail swallowed him. She frowned, her hand stilling on her belly as regret crept in. "Maybe I was too hard on him," she muttered softly. The thrill had been exciting, but now, in the calm that followed, she couldn't forget his tearful face. "Still… he did taste amazing," she admitted with a conflicted smile, her tongue brushing her lips as the memory lingered. "Nina, too—definitely a naughty flavor but... I should probably say sorry…"

With a soft sigh, she pushed herself up the bed and stepped into the hallway. Succubus-chan was right outside her room, her face sheepish. "Oh… Is it over already?"

"You naughty girl…" Alma Elma chuckled. "Yes, it's already finished. What of it?"

"Oh, nothing," she chuckled. "Well then, I suppose you will go check on Luka?"

"Exactly," Alma Elma said, her grin softening into a thoughtful smile as she turned toward his room. She padded down the hall, the faint creak of the floorboards blending with the rain's steady rhythm, and gently turned the knob to his door. Inside, Luka lay curled beneath the sheets, fast asleep beside Nina, their breathing soft and synchronized.

The warm glow of a bedside lamp cast a golden light over their peaceful faces, and Alma Elma's expression melted into one of quiet fondness. "Aww… they look so cute like this," she murmured, leaning against the doorframe as a tender warmth bloomed in her chest.

Then, unable to resist, she hopped onto the bed with a playful bounce and pulled Luka into a tight hug, startling him awake.

"Ah—Uh… what?" he stammered, blinking rapidly as Alma Elma's embrace squeezed the air from his lungs. Her tail coiled snugly around his legs, and he felt the flick of her tongue against his neck, warm and teasing.

"So…?" she whispered in his ear, her voice a sultry murmur. "How was it?"

Luka's face flushed a deep red, his mind still groggy from sleep as he tried to process the sudden ambush. "H-How was what?" he sputtered, squirming slightly in her grip, though her tail kept him firmly in place.

Alma Elma loosened her hold just enough to let him breathe, her crimson eyes glinting with mischief as she propped herself up on one elbow, gazing down at him. "You know," she purred, her tail giving his leg a playful squeeze. "Your little adventure in my tail. Don't play dumb with me, Luka."

Luka's face flushed an even deeper red and he tried to break free from her. "T-Terrifying… Don't do that ever again."

"I figured," her smirk faded as she began ruffling his hair, her tone carrying a hint of regret. "I might've gone a bit overboard. Sorry if I scared you too much."

"It's… fine," he muttered, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "I mean, I'm still here, right? Just… maybe… Next time, be gentler before turning me into a snack."

"Hm?" she blinked, tightening her hug around his chest further. "Was that admitting you liked it?"

"N-No!" Luka stammered, his hands fumbling to push her arms away. He could feel the slight sloshing bulge of her belly against him, his face turning even redder. "Shit… What's wrong with me…" he groaned, slapping a hand over his face in embarrassment.

Alma Elma's laughter bubbled up, soft and teasing, as she watched Luka try to hide his flushed face behind his hand. "Oh, come on now," she cooed, her tail giving his legs another gentle squeeze before loosening its grip. "No need to be so shy about it. I can tell when someone's enjoyed themselves, even just a little."

"Stop it," Luka grumbled, his voice muffled behind his hand as he peeked out at her through his fingers. "You're the worst. You are me… In the literal sense."

"And?" she grinned. "I'm full now. It's better than to be drained dry ten times in a row, no?"

"Not even close…" he sighed.

"I loved it, personally…" Nina mumbled beside them, her voice sleepy but smug. "You could hug me instead of this ungrateful guy."

"Nah…" Alma Elma giggled, pulling Luka closer. "He's my cute little Luka, and I love him. Sorry, Nina."

Nina let out a dramatic huff, rolling onto her side with a pout as she tugged the sheets up to her chin. "Fine."

"Y-You love me?" Luka stammered.

"As a friend, yes," she grinned. 

"Oh…" Luka let out a small, awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to process her words. "Right… friends. Cool."

"Don't look so disappointed," Alma Elma sighed. "I'm saying this because Saki is waiting for you. Otherwise, it might have been different."

"That's why you ate me so ruthlessly?" he grumbled.

"Hmmm… Not really…♪" she chuckled, pressing soft kisses on his neck. "It's because I've been wanting to eat you for a while, Luka-boy…♪"

"I feel like you're projecting on someone else…" he sighed. 

"Next time I will eat you another way, okay?" 

"Can't you just like... not eat me?"

"No, Because I know you like it."

Luka's face turned an even deeper shade of red, his hand dropping from his face as he stared at her, half-exasperated, half-flustered. "I-I don't like it!" he sputtered, though the slight crack in his voice betrayed his uncertainty. "You can't just… keep saying stuff like that!"

"The way you moaned while being digested says something else…♪" she exhaled a warm breath on him, her tongue sticking out. She pressed a hand on her slightly distended belly, "You're all inside me now, Luka…"

"Whyyyy…" he cried. "Why am I getting a boner at that… You're all turning me into something I don't want…"

"Hehehe… How about we check if you really like it?" she raised her tail above his head and opened it, revealing its fleshy interior. 

"Stop it!" he groaned, burying his face in his hands again, as if that could hide the obvious bulge beneath the sheets. "This isn't funny! You're messing with my head!"

Nina, who had been pretending to sulk, couldn't hold back a snicker as she rolled back to face them, propping her head up on one hand. "Told you you're into it," she teased, her tone smug as she raised an eyebrow at him. "You're not exactly subtle, you know."

"Not helping, Nina!" Luka snapped, his voice cracking as he shot her a glare, though the heat in his cheeks only deepened. He turned his pleading gaze back to Alma Elma, who was still grinning like a cat that caught the canary. "Can you just… not? For like, five minutes? I need to… figure this out without you making it worse."

"You know where to find me if you want to confirm your deepest desires…♪," Alma Elma smirked, lowering her tail on the bed. 

Luka let out a long, shaky breath, his hands still pressed over his face as if they could block out the entire situation. The faint, warm scent of Alma Elma's tail lingered in the air, and despite himself, he couldn't stop his mind from wandering back to the tight, and sticky interior of her tail. "You're evil," he muttered through his fingers.

"Maybe a little," she teased. "But perhaps it's because I enjoy teasing you."

"Urgh… Also Succubus-chan with her ideas… I swear…"

"I think she is a bit jealous that you haven't had much time with her yet," Alma Elma sighed. "Perhaps you should do something with her?"

"Alright…" he sighed. "I'll see what I can do."

"Perhaps give her your penis wrapped in a sandwich?"

"STOP IT WITH SANDWICHES!"