Chapter 39: The Finalé [R18]

A moan escaped Lancelot's throat at the sensation, feeling his member slide in and out of her tight passage, her inner walls squeezing and undulating around his pole with each thrust, his shaft moving smoothly in and out of her slick hole, her juices flowing freely over them both.

"You two... are amazing... it's sucking my cock deeper inside. Is that your womb? Ah... it's so hot..."

His hands found hers, grasping her fingers, gripping them tightly as he drove deeper, the bed shaking from the force of his thrusts, the wooden frame creaking under their weight.

With slow strokes, his hips pounded into her wet, willing channel, her thighs slapping together as her hot nectar of sinful desire coated his crotch.

Their eyes locked, his face full of lust as their hands squeezed the other's sweaty hand.

"So... tight, so wet... I want you so much, Morgana... Ikumi!"

As Lancelot spoke, her pussy spasmed, a powerful surge of pleasure shooting upwards inside of her loins, making her groan in rapture.

She gasped as the cock filled her, his heavy balls brushing against her soft ass, slapping against her damp skin, the succubus writhing above him, her pussy stretched to the limits from his pulsing girth.

"Lancelot~ it's so deep inside me... it doesn't hurt... my purity... is gone Mmmmmm! I wanted this so bad~ to taste you for so many years... Haa...."

She moaned, eyes widening with pleasure, her hands digging into Lancelot's back as she arched her lower back.

The tip of his member touched the spot where her pussy joined with her stomach, the roof of her pussy just above her cervix, causing her hips to bounce erratically,

Morgana moaned as her ass clenched, crushing his hard cock between her wet, slippery folds as her warm honey oozed from her depths.

Pleasure rippled through his veins, each powerful jerk sending electric shocks from the end of his shaft up the underside of his dick and spine. The demoness had taken over his mind completely.

"Y-Your body feels... so strong inside my hot pussy, Lancelot! You can feel what happens when I cum~."

The succubus said as she bucked her hips against the knight, her tight hole quivering as its juices trickled out, gliding over his skin and coating his cock, hot nectar burning her insides as they seared deep inside her.

She felt her clit twitching with pleasure, throbbing against the rough texture of his pelvis as it ground deep against the sensitive nub.

Lancelot grunted at his orgasm, beginning to build a strange feeling of something entering his blood, body and spirit as he did, her cunt milking him, squeezing him with her slimy wet channel, wrapping around him and wringing tight, before loosening and soaking him in her hot honey.

He moaned as she tightened as another climax washed over her, feeling her slick heat surrounding his member like a silken sheath, squeezing it, milking it, forcing each pump with urgency as his member jerked inside her wet twat with each twitch, each thrust.

Her lips puffed out in pleasure, and her mouth opened in a silent soundless shriek as she tensed above the male, leaning forward her soft pink lips kissed him passionately,

"I love you more than anything... My lord Lancelot... My love~."

With every squeeze, she could feel her pussy tightening more. It was growing hotter. And then she felt the hot liquid inside her burning up towards her womb like a volcano's fiery eruption!

She knew what was about to happen, for there had never been anyone who took such good care of her...

Morgana's body heat suddenly became searing, her tongue sliding around his mouth like a thirsty woman, sucking on his saliva, before her body pulled up with a wet pop.

With a sluty movement, her hips moved faster and faster, galloping like a horse, her glazed eye looking at him before whispering in a gentle voice like a maiden whisper, a wife's serenade, a queen's plea.

"Nol'thuk aldrin, v'zorneth'kai v'drae'moru. Mor'kai zanaheldur. V'roth'eldur."

(On the next climax, I will become yours, and you mine. for Eternity)

With an orgasmic wail, Morgana exploded in pleasure, feeling his huge cock expand inside her hot flesh as the rush overtook her entire being, his thick meat buried deeply within her wet walls.

Lancelot felt his orgasm rip up his hips, his shaft erupting with hot cum, spraying jets of sperm into her cunt before she screamed his name loud enough to echo throughout Camelot,

"LUANTHU, LAITHOR LALAK'THAHV'SAR'VORAH!!" Morgana screamed out, her body erupting with a powerful pink blast sending all four succubi shooting against the white marble with blood oozing from their mouths and noses. The pink light all began to pour into Lancelot's body... filling him with her existence.

In a flash, he snapped, releasing everything inside, a powerful burst of semen, flooding her interiors again and sending Lancelot wriggling, dazed from the sudden burst of ecstasy.

The succubus let out an animal cry as her cunt spasmed around his cock, his climax hitting her hard with a thunderous roar before she was forced over onto his chest, gasping as her knees were unable to handle her intense multiple orgasms in quick repetition.

They stayed that way for long seconds, both caught in the thrall of the other.

Their breathing grew slow, but the warmth continued flowing, searing hot now, not just his orgasm but hers and their shared bliss, sweat and lust pouring between them like a flood through some narrow pipe.

Morgana's body was now her own, and Ikumi both lay on his chest, her fingers stroking his muscles while Ikumi slept with a content face...

As she slid her finger down, Morgana's lips kissed him chanting soft words with a strange, twisted smile.

"Nal'drae! Nal'drae!! Nal'drae!!! Nal'drae!!!! Nal'drae!!!!! Nal'drae!!!!!"

(I love you! I love you!! I love you!!! I Love you!!!! I Love You!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!)

Lancelot could only hold both of their heads, stroking their soft hair.

Something was happening to his body, different from the ritual she described... he could feel himself transforming... evolving... and the touch of Morgana no longer seemed to make him feel so tired...

There was warmth around his lower body as Morgana moved her hips slowly, swaying with a sticky sound before she began to move faster, her ass moving with a gallop, the wet sound of flesh slapping, causing his dazed mind to jolt away.

His eyes opened to see the Succubus Queen Morgana riding him like a cowgirl, her eyes filled with a twisted, obsessive affection...

Yet he didn't stop her.

Lancelot's hands wrapped around her large ass, the soft flesh letting his fingers sink into it, pulling her down harder when she dropped, helping her speed up, as his hips began to match her gallop in reverse once again, hearing the wonderful sound of the Succubus Queen panting in pleasure and reaching another climax.

When her eyes matched him, somehow he whispered the words she obsessively spoke at the end as he entered her.

"Nal'drae Morgana!"

"!!!"

The next moment, his vision went black.

His body began to convulse while his cock throbbed, spurting jet upon jet of semen into her womb as her soft, sticky tunnel began to tighten around him rapidly—the words he said made her eyes turn pink, brightly shining as her wings once again unfurled, helping her pound against him even harder.

It seemed she lost control and began to suck him dry, her insides now wringing him worse than a restaurant dishcloth~

Yet it seemed she felt just as much pleasure as her pleasure seemed linked to his, causing her to scream and beg for mercy.

"Please... Lancelot... I will die... Haa.....someone..... pull us apart.....Haaan.....it's too addictive!"

She seemed to lose control, her pussy clenching at his throbbing prick as if it wanted to get even bigger and deeper.

A few last bursts spattered deep inside her womb before she let out a shuddering gurgle, her wings unfurling. She fell limp atop him, but her hand found his arm and squeezed. Morgana whispered into his ear:

"N'luthu aldrin nol'tho nal'draa' nek'thorv zarneth... kar nonlethal aly'gha'a... kon nul'thak nal'drasar..."

"...Rin'n'yath'ha!" (Now and for Eternity)

She sighed as her eyes returned to normal, kissing him passionately before collapsing completely, her face now shiny and fresh... but her lower body a complete mess with floods of his semen and her juices flooding the bed and throne floor...

A small crest formed on his and her pelvis, matching... one with the demonic word for Queen, the other King.

Her cries of pleasure resounded through the entire Demon Kingdoms!