The World Is Mine For The Taking

I stepped into the room.

The moment I did, I was hit with the scent—candles, sweet and intoxicating, their fragrance wrapping around me like invisible hands tugging me deeper inside.

My brain felt like it was melting into a puddle of heat and desire.

I closed the door behind me.

"Lord Leon," she whispered, approaching me slowly, every step deliberate, like she was putting me under a spell. She reached out and began undressing me with graceful movements. "As I thought… such an incredible physique. And that energy… it's like it's overflowing out of you. Maybe it's because you haven't even reached the cusp of your life yet, and that's why your vitality feels endless."

She slid off my suit, her fingers never fumbling, then folded it neatly. She moved quickly, but with this elegance that made it look almost effortless, efficient yet beautiful.

"Are you sure you want to do it with an old lady like me? I might look like this, but I'm actually five hundred and five years old," she said, her smirk sharp and mocking, as if daring me to flinch. "And I've birthed a child as well. I'm practically used goods."

"Well, I don't think not being a virgin makes someone used goods," I said firmly. "I don't believe that at all. More than that—if you are what you call used goods, then I don't mind using it again."

"Fufufufu… you're smooth. Very smooth," she said, her voice rich with amusement.

Then, with steady hands, she pulled down my pants and underwear in one swift move.

"Oh my…" Her voice was laced with awe as her eyes landed on my cock. "Amon wasn't joking about your proficiency. With this size, you could make any woman squeal."

My dick was already rock hard, throbbing, standing tall like it was glaring back at her with its single eye, daring her to take it.

"This is probably the largest appendage I've ever seen in my life," she whispered.

That carried weight, considering she had just admitted to living for five centuries.

"Thanks for the compliment," I said, a grin tugging at my lips.

She stood back up with a graceful ease, still smiling, and neatly folded the pants like she had done with my suit. Quick, efficient, and precise—like every movement of hers had meaning.

"Now then, Lord Leon… would you please go to the bed first?" she asked, her tone soft but commanding.

I did as she asked and lay down on the bed.

Meanwhile, she went over to a cabinet, her movements fluid, and pulled something out.

I couldn't tell what it was until I heard it—a glass bottle being uncorked with a faint pop, the sound of liquid shifting inside.

She lifted it to her lips and drank.

Then she looked at me, her eyes playful.

"Do you want… some succubus's urine as well?"

Succubus's urine? What the hell was that?

"Fufufufu. Don't worry. It's diluted enough that it isn't really urine anymore," she explained. "Think of it more like an aphrodisiac. Completely harmless."

"I see…"

So it was an aphrodisiac, huh? Actually, that made sense. If my semen held enough life force to wake someone from eternal sleep, then succubus urine being turned into an aphrodisiac wasn't far-fetched at all.

"Well, do you want some?" she asked, tilting the bottle.

She was definitely preparing herself if she was drinking that. But I wasn't about to complain—this was just her way of spicing things up. And honestly? I was more than ready to play along.

"Alright," I told her.

She handed me the bottle, and I drank it down.

The moment the liquid hit my stomach, it was unlike anything I'd ever consumed before.

It was potent—so strong I instantly felt like my blood was boiling in my veins. It was even stronger than mermaid's blood.

It was so intense that I honestly felt like if I entered her right now, I'd cum on the spot.

"Fufufufu… it's good, isn't it? Your body feels like it's burning alive, doesn't it?"

She was right. That was exactly what it felt like—like fire was raging inside me.

"Now then…" she whispered. "Would you caress me?"

She leaned against me, offering her body completely.

My hands immediately roamed her curves, fingers memorizing every inch, while my lips went straight to her shoulder, kissing and licking her smooth skin.

One of my hands moved up to her breast, squeezing and kneading it gently, while the other slid down to her thighs, massaging her soft skin in slow circles.

"You're pretty good…" she moaned softly, her breath hot against my ear. "As expected of the man Amon chose."

She tilted her head, her lips brushing mine, before closing the distance.

Our mouths locked together, tongues tangling, swirling, fighting for control as we kissed deeply.

My mind felt light, almost spinning, and my cock pressed hard against her back, throbbing violently, precum leaking from the tip.

The heat rushing through me was unbearable.

"Now then, it's my turn to service you," she said huskily.

She guided me onto my back, straddling me, her body shifting until she was facing the opposite direction.

Her eyes locked on my twitching cock, veins bulging, precum dripping as her hot breath ghosted over it.

Meanwhile, my eyes were on her pussy—her panties already soaked through, juices leaking so much they dripped down her thighs and landed on my face.

Then, with a slow, teasing motion, she leaned down, dragged her tongue along my shaft, and wrapped her lips around my cock, taking it into her mouth.

She sucked my dick—slow, steady, deliberate—and goddamn, I felt like my whole body was about to melt into her mouth.

What the hell was this tongue movement? Even the most seasoned prostitutes I'd ever heard about couldn't possibly compare to this level of skill. It was insane.

She wasn't doing much—barely any big movements—but that was the thing. That minimal motion, those subtle, calculated strokes of her tongue, made every nerve on my cock stand on edge. It was like she knew exactly where the sensitivity piled up, and she pressed on it with just enough pressure to make it unbearable in the best way. The roughness of her tongue traced against my skin, and it made me twitch harder with every pass.

And the suction… fuck. The way she sucked was something else entirely.

Her lips locked around my cock, sealing me in with that warm, wet heaven, and at the same time she gave those gentle, rhythmical sucks—slow pulls, like she was drawing every bit of strength out of me—while sliding her tongue underneath and around the head. It was the kind of perfect blowjob that made you think: yeah, this is what perfection feels like.

From where I was, my eyes wandered down her body, and fuck, the sight was even filthier than the feeling. Her pussy was dripping wet—so wet her panties looked weighed down, heavy with her juices. The darkened fabric clung to her skin, and I could see the way her slickness had already soaked through. It was spilling out, completely uncontained, and the liquid was running down in slow trails, dripping toward my face.

I couldn't resist. I pushed aside the crotch part of her panties, and her soaked slit glistened right in front of me. Without hesitation, I leaned in and pressed my tongue flat against her pussy, licking long and deep. Her taste immediately filled my mouth—sweet, musky, intoxicating.

"Mmm…~ fuaahhh, y-you have such a good tongue, Lord Leon…" she moaned, her voice breaking with each lick. "It feels like… my own tongue movements are inadequate compared to yours."

"You're incredible already," I told her between licks. "You don't need to worry about that."

And I meant it. I had no idea if she was being genuinely humble or just teasing, but one thing was for sure—her tongue movements were far beyond just "good." They were dangerously addictive.

"I see… that makes me happy," she whispered breathlessly. "Even an old lady like me can still make you feel good."

"Old lady"… she called herself that, but fuck, her body said otherwise. For someone who had lived for five hundred and five years, her figure was smoking hot. Tight curves, supple skin, and the kind of experience that made every touch, every motion, feel intentional and perfect. She was a walking contradiction—timeless age paired with a body that could easily put any younger woman to shame.

"Fuaahhh… mnnn… mmghhh…"

Her muffled moans vibrated around my cock as she kept sucking me deeper, and at the same time, I buried my face into her dripping cunt, lapping at her like I was starving. The sounds of our tongues and mouths filled the room—slurps, moans, wet smacks echoing with every movement.

We were locked together in that sixty-nine position, devouring each other without restraint, every lick and suck sending waves of heat crawling up our spines. Our bodies trembled, our breathing grew ragged, and the pleasure mounted higher and higher, drowning out everything else. It was raw, messy, and perfect.