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The depths of Hell are home to many demons, but one kind more popular than most are the succubi, humanoid figures which feed upon lust. Eons have passed since the first of them came to be, and as a result the finest sources of lust have become public knowledge. Sperm, especially from that of a human, is so potent that even the smallest drop can keep a succubus alive for a full 24 hours. For this reason, the demons have chosen to invade the human world and coax them of their seed, only a strictly-enforced code of conduct ensuring the humans remain unharmed.
One bar deep within the city of Sodom houses only the finest semen refinery, pumping life-giving cream so potent that succubi from all across the city seek out even the smallest drop of the substance. The only staff present are the bartender and security guards to prevent a riot, and with little in the way of chaos, “The Milk Pump” has been more than successful. Glasses clink before gulps follow, the salty scent of sperm filling the air. Cheers for jobs well done sound all around. The only thing people don’t understand is how so much semen is collected in so little time, much less without so much as a known source.
What nobody knows is that the source lies on the other side of the walls, whimpering into her ball gag as she’s systematically drained for all the cum she produces. Magically-enhanced milk has only made it more possible to spew more and more, the petite tan woman’s legs buckling as the pump on her member sucks and contorts around her length. A blindfold over her eyes only enhances the physical pleasure with one of her senses no longer useful. Her arms and legs are bound to the bed, tubes connecting to the milking machine pumping out thick, rich sperm for all to consume. The young tan woman bound to the table is human, her hair dark with short curls, her eyes covered as she bucks her hips upward for the thousandth time. Her 5'6 frame trembles from the pleasure as she submits to it, dressed only in white stockings and a purple tank top, the table she's strapped to cushioned with Ram's Silk blankets, her aching member twitching and spewing more for her love's machine. Some would call this situation hellish, she considers it heavenly, especially compared to her life prior.
Luz Noceda has lost track of time itself, only knowing she was in the human world, no hope of getting out of poverty, before being whisked away to Hell itself. The only thing keeping her from breaking altogether is that at the end of the day, she still has a choice. She never had to be a cum dispenser, just that her owner, lover, whatever the succubus who took her qualifies as loves her. She still doesn’t understand the morality of most succubi, but at least she knows when someone’s lying, and the woman who loves her isn’t a liar. All she has to do is find out whether she loves her back, and the human ultimately does, wanting nothing more than to be with her for eternity.
The inside of the pump slowly strokes her shaft, the suction ensuring nothing is left behind as Luz spurts again and again, her hips bucking upward. She can’t stop cumming, eyes rolled back behind the blindfold as she accepts her place as the owner’s pet and food source. She wants more, shuddering as she feels delicate fingers along the top of her head. She can’t help but nuzzle into the hand just above her to the best of her ability, losing herself further as she does so. The last thing she wants is to let the comfort stop, feeling a second hand clasp around her own, a reminder that even if she’s a human pet, she’s still beloved. At least with her, she’ll never be alone again. Happy tears stream down her cheeks as a result, trying and failing to come up with a way to thank her.
Her shaft twitches and aches from the constant milking, having been drained by the machine for five hours straight, much to both her and her love’s surprise. The last thing the succubus wants is for her good girl to be hurt in the process, removing the gag so that she can give a clear answer.
”Such a good girl, withstanding so much pleasure~” she softly praises, gently petting her human to show she’s indeed done well. “What color are you feeling?”
Luz can’t lie, her balls clenching painfully and her penis tensing from the endless orgasms as she replies with a whimper, “R-Red… S-Sorry…”
”Don’t be ashamed of such a thing. You did your best, and that’s all that matters~” the succubus purrs, immediately deactivating the machine via her tail before removing the blindfold so her love can see. “There we go~ Don’t worry, Luz~ Mommy’s here, and Mommy will make sure you’re nice and safe~”
Luz quickly adjusts to the dim lighting and looks up at her love, taking in the sight of the 7’6 demoness that makes her feel important. Skin as light as snow, smooth and almost gleaming in the candlelight, dark purple scales coating her hands, her steel-tearing nails tenderly scritching her good girl’s hair. Luz can’t stop thinking of cotton candy as she looks up at the demoness’ lilac ponytail, her eyes darting across, refusing to forget what she looks like. A black dress ending at the tops of her thighs with red stockings that all hug her figure, her pink tail with a heart-shaped tip carefully coiling around the human’s wrists, assurance that she’s alright. The golden set of horns atop her head, pointed toward the ceiling, indicate her prowess, her matching-color eyes gazing back into Luz’s, their eyes locking together as the younger woman lets her exhaustion finally settle in.
The Greater Succubus, Amity Blight, purrs as she straddles her good girl, refusing to let her rest with even the hint of disdain. She sees no reason not to spoil her “hard worker”, always pumping out so much product; customers get the substance via a tap or a barrel, but she gets to drink from the source. She can feel her love nuzzle deeper into her embrace, desperate to show the love for her is mutual, her soft pants and grunts making it clear her good girl needs her. She leans down and tenderly presses her lips to her love’s forehead, aiming to help her settle down until she’s ready to continue.
”Titan you’re adorable~” she lovingly coos, unbinding her love before wrapping her wings around her good girl’s body, Luz immediately wrapping her much weaker arms around Amity’s waist. “My little human deserves a treat for working so hard for so long~ That’s it, let Mommy spoil you for a job well done~ Did you enjoy your milking, kitten~?”
Luz nods with half-lidded eyes, her member aching by the second as she nuzzles deep into her love’s chest. Even after sometimes needing days off, she doesn’t see her as betraying the bar or see her as a burden. Words alone cannot express how much she wants to make Amity happy, trembling from the afterglow as gentle nails trace along her back, further proof that despite being in Hell, she’s destined to never suffer from agony.
Seeing her good girl in absolute bliss only encourages Amity to spoil her further, her kiss bringing relief that numbs any and all aches she may be feeling. She can feel her love tremble and nuzzle into her breasts, a grumbling stomach and tear-filled eyes making her want to provide even more comfort. No matter how much she may enjoy feeding the other succubi, no matter how much she may love pleasure, Luz is still a human. To her brief surprise, Amity lowers her top, the grip of her tail around Luz’s thigh tightening tenderly as her golden gaze continues to passively soothe her bride.
”Since you enjoy being milked, how about a treat to keep you full and ready~?” the succubus purrs, one hand to the back of Luz’s head. “Don’t worry, Mommy has all the milk you could ever want~ Succumb to your instincts if you want, just know I’m right here, and you’ll never be alone again~”
The human blushes as she complies, trembling as she latches her lips around her dom’s nipple. It’s not her first time being breastfed, but saying she hates it would be a blatant lie. She can never get enough of Amity’s milk, how even the smallest drop of sweet, creamy nourishment further arouses the sub to no end, knowing their bond is unbreakable with or without her milk. Her bones feel more sturdy, her mind clearer in spite of the lust, her yearning impossible to fully ignore. All she wants is Mommy, softly panting between sucks as she looks up with glazed-over eyes. She can hardly focus, the tender scritches at the back of her head only making resisting her love outright impossible.
As her good girl suckles, Amity softly traces down her love's front, feeling how she shivers from the lightest touch, her pheromones already helping Luz calm down. She listens and watches carefully for discomfort, product meaning nothing without someone who enjoys providing said product. She softly hums as her love sheds happy tears, proof she feels nothing but relief and love, the taller woman continuing to purr and spoil her love all the while. With so much sperm prepared for consumption, she sees no reason to rush her favorite human, watching how her strength returns as she reaches up to suckle and knead with renewed strength. Never before has the Greater Succubus come across such a determined good girl even in the throes of lust, which only makes her want to spoil her further.
It's then the demoness sees her love's cock twitch and pulse with every suckle, proof she's finally back at full vitality. It pains her to end her spoiling so soon, deciding to provide some tender affection first.
Maybe it's truly selfish to harbor a human all for herself, or perhaps she's just too in love with Luz to share her with another succubus. Either way, Amity refuses to let anyone even lay eyes on her good girl without mutual consent. Until she's ready to reveal herself to Sodom, Luz is prepared to accept whatever comes next, her hips bucking up into her dom's hand, eyes rolling back with every tender caress. She feels so small despite her member's size, a testament of their respect and love for one another. At least with Amity, she's safe in her embrace, never to fear what may or may not be outside the backroom. Even as her balls are slowly filling with seed just waiting to be released, all she can think about is the woman holding her in her lap. Her kneading is nigh-unstoppable as she gazes upward, her lips refusing to part from her warm, soft skin. The milk filling her stomach only fuels her body and mind, experiencing peace never before felt in the Human World.
All the while, Blight continues to hum and stroke, her tail reaching down to prod against her good girl's bottom. She can feel and hear her whimper, relenting just long enough to see if she consents.
"I'm going to press your little button~" she coos, the tip of her tail threatening to penetrate her at a moment's notice. "Color?"
Noceda doesn't dare lie, unlatching to softly moan, "Green~ I trust you~"
Only then does Amity plunge her tail deep within her love's hole, carefully coiling before having the tip press right against her prostate. It's then she can feel her love twitch further, her seed threatening to spill at any second. A simple spell is cast to prevent a mess, leaning down slightly to make her whispers crystal clear.
"There we go~ Just let yourself spurt and spew until your sight blurs~" she praises, stroking faster and with a gentler grip. "That's it~ Just let yourself submit~ There's no shame in submitting to Mommy's embrace~"
The human moans into the succubus' nipple, unable to think of anything but being her good girl. Just knowing she refuses to use her without consent makes her feel larger than she is, her legs trembling as she squeezes her eyes shut, trying to resist the urge to cum too quickly. It's not the first time she's told she can burst, but that doesn't mean she wants to do so early. She wants more, the hungry purrs from above making it clear Amity's starving. She so desperately wants to pay her in rich seed, her resistance failing by the second as she finally submits to her touch. She can't take anymore, cling to her and burying her head into her bosom with all her might as a thick rope of semen finally escapes her tip.
Carefully, the dom uses her magic to drink up each and every drop slowly, savoring the salty, thick flavor. She's had her fair share of cum in the past, but never before has the subtle sweetness appealed to her so. Of all the sources she's had, never before would she have thought her spouse-to-be would have the finest flavor of them all. Her pleasured moan makes it clear she's in bliss from the flavors, her own climax taking hold as her tail finally uncoils inside her love's bottom, pressing on her inner button one last time to ensure nothing is left until she regains her energy.
"Nau~ Good girl~ Such a good little human~" Amity praises softly, her good girl barely able to suckle as she gazes upward, fully entranced. "Don't worry~ You're safe~ Such a sweet thing~"
Minutes pass before the submissive woman's orgasm subsides, leaving her a trembling mess, sitting up to cling to Amity with what little might she has left. All she can think about is Amity, how her every touch is euphoria incarnate. Words alone cannot express her yearning and gratitude, her member twitching yet refusing to soften thanks to Amity's milk. Part of her wants more, but her love's tender embrace is just what she needs. The Greater Succubus softly traces her nails across Luz's back, sending shivers across her body as she tries her best to hold onto her. Even as the sub nuzzles her face into Amity's bosom, she can't stop panting and cooing, a sense of peace washing over them both.
"Oh~ There we go~ Just rest for a bit; the pump can wait~" the towering woman assures her good girl, at one point cupping Luz's cheek, watching her nuzzle from the pat. "Such a sweet little pup~ Good girl~ You've done so well~"
The endless praise only makes Luz happier, fortunate to meet someone who sees her as more than a toy. At least with Amity, she knows where she stands. At least with Amity, there's always a choice. At least here, there's no doubt that her love, while interchangeable with sexual activities, is no less genuine. No doubt lingers within Amity's mind as Amity's hand reaches further up, scritching her hair, leading to soft coos and pleasure-filled trembles. It feels just right, knowing whatever happens across their eternal residence, the two will always have each other.
"...A-Amity~" the human coos, trying to catch her breath. "I love you~"
"I love you too, Luz~" the succubus purrs, her arms and wings wrapping tighter around her love.
It's then the succubus notices her favorite human's cock twitch with anticipation, leaning down to kiss the top of Luz's head. Her pheromones only make Luz more aroused, eyes further glazing over as the milking machine prepares to drain her some more, waiting for the moment it's time to get back to work.
Back in the main dining area, succubi are noticing how more fresh barrels of seed are being pumped out, one particular client noticing a subtle sweet tint. Who or whatever's being milked seems to be experiencing bliss, a sign of potent energy and sustenance. The owner refuses to come out to answer where it came from, unaware her secret is loving her precious human, enough pheromones to drive a normal human mad, a well-maintained machine to extract said seed, and consent. To said owner, nothing churns out so much delectable sperm than such a combination.
Exactly that has finally commenced, Amity straddling her love as she plants several soft kisses across her love's face, lavender kiss marks coating her face all while pumping her full of blissful pheromones. The succubus refuses to use any of her mind-altering capabilities, wanting Luz to understand despite her job as a cum dispenser, she's still her own person; she isn't a mindless drone. She keeps her arms around her precious human's waist, purring all while Noceda further submits to the woman who loves her more than anyone. Luz can't stop herself from returning the affection, locking her arms around her back and her legs around her dom's waist, conceding she's her sub.
All the while, the milking machine continues to coax rope after rope of rich, fertile cum out of Luz's sensitive cock. Amity's hold remains tight yet comforting, soft words of encouragement and pleasantries only making Luz spurt quicker than before.
"Oh~ That's it, good girl~ You're letting out so much, and all I have to do is love you~ Just let go and empty those aching balls, I'll worry about everything else~" the succubus continues to praise, the blindfold across her good girl's eyes returned and kept nice and tight. "I know it's intense, so just tell me when you've had enough~ No matter where you are, no matter who you're speaking with, just remember you're both my good girl and your own person. Something precious like you deserves nothing less than absolute bliss~"
Luz nuzzles deeper into Amity's chest, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks as she latches on and suckles with all her might. It doesn't matter if she's a good pup or a random human; in her mind, Amity deserves to enjoy milking sessions too. Soft gulps of warm, creamy milk flow down her throat and into her stomach, Amity's purrs impossible to drown out, the milking machine's intensity always persistent but never overwhelming. Everything that could go right has indeed gone right, and they aim to exploit their time together to the fullest.
The Greater Succubus trails her tail along Luz's own body, taking in her body all the while. Her smooth, tan skin, her soft curled hair, her delicate cheeks, all of which is now hers to tease. The petite woman doesn't want to inch back, experiencing bliss mortals could only dream of. The fact she's with the woman she's to marry one day only amplifies what pleasure she's experiencing, softly whimpering as she spurts once more.
It's all perfect. There's nothing to fear, the world outside is stable, income is flowing, and best of all, Amity sees her for her; she listens, she wants her, and neither one can think of a future without the other. Amity herself can't think of a more pleasant scenario, milking her dear Luz without the slightest shame, unable to let go of her love. The only way either can describe her situation is that they'd not choose their situation.
Another day of eternal bliss passes with absolute success, their indescribable love for one another unorthodox yet absoute.