10x Rewards: Conquering Women and Taming Beauties-Chapter 32: The Succubus: Vale... A New Bonded Target(18+ Chapter)
A few moments later, I finished my bath.
My eyes were filled with resolve. The weight of my situation was heavy, but my mind was clear as I decided on my next move.
Stepping out, I noticed a crisp shirt and trousers laid out on the bed. It seemed Vale had left them behind for me—a silent reminder of her reach. Without hesitation, I dressed in the forest-green shirt and black trousers, tying my hair back into a sharp ponytail before stepping out with practiced ease.
At the door stood two striking women in professional suits, their expressions carved from stone as they stared blankly into the void.
’Is every woman in this place a masterpiece?’ I wondered, quickening my pace.
Along the way, I encountered more of them. It was as I suspected: among succubi, beauty wasn’t a trait—it was a biological requirement. There were beauties of every conceivable specification. Some possessed staggering curves that defied gravity; others had slender, delicate frames and faces so devastatingly charming they felt like a physical invitation.
Before long, I found the dining hall.
Vale was already seated. She was staring into the distance, her fingers drumming a rhythmic, restless beat against the wood. She looked troubled, her mind miles away. When she sensed my presence, her brow furrowed for a split second before smoothing into a sharp, predatory smile.
"I wondered what took you so long. You look handsome in those," she commented smoothly, her eyes tracking the way the pale skin of my neck contrasted with the dark green fabric.
"It’s thanks to your taste," I replied, closing the distance between us.
Reaching the table, I didn’t wait for a greeting. I leaned down, caught her chin, and pressed a firm, lingering kiss against her lips. Vale’s eyes widened, a flicker of genuine shock breaking through her composure.
"You’ve grown bolder," she breathed, searching my face. "Is it because you’ve accepted that you belong to me?"
"Something like that," I replied calmly, pulling out a chair and sitting down.
"Interesting..." Vale’s eyes narrowed. She was suspicious, but she didn’t linger on it. Her enslavement art had never failed her, and she clearly didn’t expect a human to be the first to break the streak.
"The food is losing its heat. Let’s eat," she stated, her movements returning to their usual elegance as she speared a piece of meat and began to eat.
I joined her, the silence between us heavy but focused.
Halfway through the meal, I broke the quiet. "Are you the Queen in the North?"
"No." Her fork didn’t even stutter. "But I know where she hides."
She paused, chewing slowly before continuing. "Soon enough, we’ll go and kill her. It seems to be a priority for you. A clan mission, or something equally tedious?"
"Exactly that," I lied smoothly.
"Fine." Vale nodded. "Tomorrow, we hunt. But for tonight, I’m not finished with you."
"Planning on a repeat of yesterday?" I asked, meeting her gaze with a challenge.
"Of course. A succubus’s hunger is rarely satisfied, even after hours."
I felt her leg brush against mine under the table. Her slender foot trailed up my trousers, tracing the line of my thigh until it found my hardening cock. Her toes brushed the tip with agonizing precision.
"Besides... I don’t think I could ever tire of you."
I didn’t let her finish. I reached out and seized her by the throat, shoving her back against the chair until it groaned.
"Do you have any idea how hard you’ve made me just by opening your mouth?"
I’d always had a weakness for confidence—for a woman who demanded what she wanted without the veil of shyness. Most women were tethered by an innate reserve, but this queen was built differently. Even with my hand around her neck, there was no fear in her eyes. Only fire.
"Did you think I would flinch?" she whispered, her voice strained but mocking. "If you’re so hard, why are you wasting time talking? It makes me think you aren’t nearly hard enough."
That was the limit. Without a word, I ripped her shirt open, the buttons scattering like hail. Her creamy chest was bared, her nipples already flushed pink and peaking.
"Stand up," I commanded.
Vale complied instantly, a low, breathless whisper escaping her.
"Between us, I wonder... who is really the slave?" She grinned, her body already trembling in expectation of the destruction I’d promised her.
I ignored her, pulling down her skirt and tearing her panties away to reveal her lightly trimmed heat. I pushed her roughly onto the table, cleared the dishes with a sweep of my arm, and buried my entire length into her in one violent surge.
She was molten. Her pussy wrapped around me like a vice, drawing me in with a rhythmic, pulsing heat that threatened to shatter my control. Vale collapsed onto her stomach, her back arching as she pushed her ass back against me, demanding more.
Pa!
"You’re a bitch in heat," I groaned, my palm striking her cheek with a sharp crack.
Vale let out a jagged moan, the skin of her ass turning a delicious crimson.
"Fuck me harder, Aristarkh!" she screamed, the sound echoing off the high ceilings. I knew the maids were outside. I didn’t care.
I gripped her waist, my thrusts turning into a brutal, rhythmic assault.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
I slammed into her, aiming for the very back of her womb, trying to break her as much as I was trying to satisfy her. The table was slick with her juices, a testament to just how far gone she was.
Pa!
I kept up the pace, my balls slapping against her with every strike.
"Fuck..." Vale gasped, her body suddenly stiffening before a violent stream of liquid sprayed from her, soaking the floor.
"A few minutes and you’re already cumming? Pathetic," I taunted. I flipped her over, pinning her back against the wood and diving back in. My hands kneaded her breasts roughly, molding the soft flesh as I drove myself into her.
"Ah... fuck!" Vale’s head snapped back, her eyes rolling as the pleasure flooded her. Her pussy was stretched to its absolute limit, the friction turning into a searing heat.
"Aristarkh... I’m coming again... harder!" She screamed, her body bucking as another jet of liquid sprayed across my chest.
"We’re only getting started," I growled, dragging my cock out slowly, letting the air hit the twitching muscles of her entrance.
"What are you doing? Don’t stop!" she groaned, her eyes hungry and desperate.
I answered by slamming back into her with everything I had, the impact rocking the heavy table.
"Ah!" She gasped, her breath stolen.
I began to pull out slow—the wet squelch echoing in the room—before driving back in with violent force.
’This... it’s too much...’ Vale thought, her mind finally fracturing under the weight of it.
