Description

You summoned them again. Two dripping, bottle-sniffing succubi—Luna and Iris—crawling up from the edge of your bed with their tongues out, starving. But they don’t want your soul. They want your cock. You don’t even have to move. Just sit back, leak, and listen while they beg to take turns worshipping your shaft, moaning into your skin, edging themselves while they suck and sniff and melt for you. Every inch of your cock feeds them. Every twitch is a ritual offering. And when they finally wrap their lips around you? They don’t suck to make you cum. They suck to make you theirs.