Succubus Prison

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“Next time something like this happens, can you please not abandon your sister and try to be a hero by yourself! If you’re looking to die, then I’ll die with you.” Satella said, her emotions getting a little out of control, and she bit his shoulder.

El stood still, letting his sister vent her anger, and gently comforted her, "What's with all this talk about dying, sister? We should all live well and become 'old immortals' like our teacher."

Mentioning Meniver, Satella asked, "Hmm, why bring her up all of a sudden? Did you go see that old woman?"

El briefly recounted the events of the past few days to his sister, focusing on his new love affair. As expected, Satella was furious. However, the obvious benefit of doing so was that she became stronger.

In addition, he learned from his sister that Freya and the others had returned safely and were now back at work. His sister had instructed them not to go out for the time being, and especially not to show themselves in front of the Greedy Merchant Guild.

Jealousy had become commonplace for Satella. Suppressing her dissatisfaction, she got down to business, "Do you know how big of a mess you've made this time? You've destroyed almost a fifth of the core area of ​​the Golden Palace. It's currently closed for business, and the Empire is conducting a security assessment. Moreover, the Golden Palace's reputation among the nobles is ruined, and whether it can reopen is still unknown. The losses in terms of greed are probably incalculable. Just the subsequent compensation issues and lawsuits will likely give her a headache. Most importantly, there hasn't been a slave revolt in decades, and this time the entire upper echelons of the Empire are furious!"

These news were not what El had expected. He was thinking about something else now. Of course, the Golden Palace had to close down because the model she used to obtain the power of greed was obviously flawed. People influenced by the power of greed might not necessarily gamble or spend money obediently. It was fine normally, but once an accident happened, it could easily escalate into looting and vandalism. It could no longer continue to be used.

Although I dealt her a heavy blow, I also helped her find the loopholes in her own system. If I cannot use this period of silence to repeat the same trick, find the weaknesses of other major sins, and create an advantage, then this victory against greed cannot be called a victory. This is the principle of "avoiding a bigger crisis in advance because of a failure".

Then, following his sister's lead, he said, "Sister, actually, I didn't intend to start a riot at first, but I just raised the banner of resistance against greed, and people spontaneously followed me."

"Yes, you're amazing, aren't you? Your move really hit Greed where it hurts." Satella took a deep breath and changed the subject. "But it also almost exposed you. If it weren't for Greed covering for you, going against the investigators sent by the Empire, blocking the news, and only claiming to the outside world that it was her inadequate supervision that allowed that dragon to attract most of your attention."

"She covered for me?" El was slightly taken aback and asked, "Maddy shouldn't be out of her mind, what was she thinking?"

"Who knows? Maybe she's fallen in love with you." Satella let out a cold laugh, staring into El's eyes, and said sourly, "You've even started calling me by my name. You're not picky at all, you'd even take a lich."

Joking aside, Satella still seriously reminded him to be careful of retaliation. She said solemnly, "El, remember this: no matter what she's thinking, Maddie is greedy. She's suffered such a big loss this time, she will never let it go. Otherwise, she wouldn't deserve to be the host of greed."

“I understand now, sister. She’s not simply helping me.” El nodded, and in just a few dozen seconds, she had already come to her senses. “She’s simply trying to save face. Greed being defeated by lust on her own turf is a disgrace. If this gets out, she might as well quit being the lord. Besides, this incident will only add to my legend. She wouldn’t do something that would harm herself for the benefit of others.”

“That’s true, but you’ve gone too far this time. Joining forces with those slaves to create chaos is practically challenging the bottom line of the entire upper echelons.” Satella’s tone became extremely serious. “Even if everyone is fighting fiercely internally, there is a clear consensus on maintaining the foundation of the empire’s rule. You haven’t even officially returned to your position yet, and you’ve already been designated as a ‘rioter.’ The warrant for your arrest for the serious crime of lust is already in the open. The imperial warrant, which was proposed by the council, jointly requested by the council of elders, and officially signed by Her Highness the princess, has been issued to all provinces. You and your Lust Cult are now criminals in the open of the empire, and you can say that you are truly public enemies.”

Al remained completely unfazed, a smile playing on his lips: "So what? Desire never ends, lust is eternal. They can issue warrants for 'lust,' but can they forbid people from masturbating or having sex at home?"

The idea of ​​using laws and administrative orders to deal with 'lust' is a joke in itself.

As long as desires exist in the hearts of living beings, the wellspring of power for great sins will never run dry.

Therefore, the best approach is still to deal with the host.

Satella, somewhat disapproving of her brother's arrogance, suddenly said with a cold face, "I say, you lecherous 'Fogan,' you're about to die, so surrender now."

El feigned surprise, "Ah, are you going to put aside your own family and arrest me, my dear Warden sister?"

"Who's your sister? Our family has been a prestigious lineage for generations, and we've never had a criminal like you!" Satella tried to keep a straight face, grabbed his shoulders, and used a grappling technique to forcefully press him onto the bed. "To punish you for the series of crimes you've committed, tonight I'm going to bring the biggest dildo and fuck your ass hard!"

Upon hearing this, El was utterly astonished, losing his composure for the first time and abandoning his role-playing. "Sis, you're not serious, are you?"

Satella suppressed a laugh. "Hmph, this is what happens when you mess around! You'll have to learn a lesson you'll never forget." Of course, this was just to scare him; this was her brother's biggest fear, something she'd unintentionally discovered during their unrestrained lewd chatter in bed.

Besides, this is the younger brother's room; there's no way such a thing could be there.

"Give me a chance, sir."

"So, seven times a night?"

El turned around and looked at the burning passion in her sister's beautiful eyes. She knew her mind was made up and there was no point in trying to persuade her further. She could only sigh deeply and say, "Deal."

Once the tone was set, he began to try to bargain, "Sister, could you leave me a little bit? After all, there are still many hungry succubi in this world."

Satella narrowed her beautiful eyes and snorted, "What's it to me? They're your mistresses, not mine."

Tonight is destined to be another fierce battle against a legendary powerhouse.

Chapter 154 An Unprecedented Punishment

“Then let’s begin.” Satella’s voice was sweet as she turned El over, gracefully raised her leg, and straddled El’s waist, looking down at him. Her fingers deftly untied the ribbons of her gorgeous dress, but instead of getting straight to the point, she extended a slender finger and lightly touched the air. Instantly, a smooth mirror appeared on the bedroom ceiling, reflecting their image on the bed.

Then she leaned down, her full breasts pressing against El's chest, her cool fingertips tracing his Adam's apple and collarbone, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, and she said in a seductive tone unique to pure-blooded succubi, "Watch closely how you are punished."

Having said that, she took El's earlobe into her mouth, her pearly teeth gently rubbing against it. At the same time, her phantom made the exact same move to El's phantom.

At this moment, El felt as if he were being caressed and licked by his two older sisters at the same time. Could it be that his sisters' jealous power was beginning to evolve into a clone?

"Sister, your authority has evolved? How many phantoms can you control at the same time now?"

Satella was pleased with her brother's keen insight, but she was annoyed that he didn't know how to choose his timing. What kind of time was this to ask such a question? "Hmph, you should worry about yourself first."

She straightened up, cupped her proud breasts in her hands, and kneaded the sensitive tips with her fingertips. Under El's gaze, she slowly squeezed out a few drops of milky white fluid. Ever since she tried the fake pregnancy game, she had become somewhat addicted and couldn't stop. She kept letting her younger brother use his lust to modify her body, and at the same time, she was also letting him study in advance the great sins he would face in the future.

This is why Al was able to beat Maddie so badly that her lotion was gushing out. His success at that time was actually inseparable from his sister's silent support behind the scenes.

Incidentally, succubi originally do not produce milk; they feed their young with the essence they plunder. However, thanks to their exceptional environmental adaptability, they eventually develop the ability to secrete mimicking secretions similar to urine, menstrual blood, and breast milk. El's move exploited this, essentially a process of "open source → initial setup → milk → activation of lactation, and presentation of a lactation state."

Getting back to the point, this time, Satella didn't feed him her milk. Instead, she used ice magic to instantly freeze it into milky white ice beads.

“Try your sister’s torture techniques, you little rascal.” With that, she picked up a milk ice bead and, under El’s excited gaze, pressed it against the tip of his already erect and burning desire, which was pressed against his buttocks. The cold touch made El shudder and gasp. Then, Satella forcefully pushed it in, one after another. She then enveloped the head, which was even more sensitive and swollen, with her warm and moist cavity. The extreme experience of being hot on the outside and cold on the inside made El’s scalp tingle. His waist couldn’t help but thrust upwards, wanting to enter that soul-stirring passage deeper. But Satella mischievously lifted her buttocks and stimulated his member with the newly formed milk ice bead. Under this kind of play, the pleasure accumulated extremely rapidly. When the first scalding essence gushed out uncontrollably, it hadn’t even been a few minutes.

“Once,” Satella announced with a charming smile, then put all the remaining milk ice beads in her palm into the intoxicated cup. She leaned down, her nimble tongue swirling around the ice beads, frantically turning them in the crevice, controlling the rhythm. She swallowed all the essence perfectly, not wasting a single drop.

Satella licked the milk stains from the corner of her mouth, seemingly still wanting more. She didn't give El a chance to catch his breath. She took the games that the siblings had already tried in bed and added new twists. A green aura spread from her body and seeped into El's body like a living thing. Then, several green chains made of pure jealousy flexibly wrapped around El's wrists, ankles, and even his neck, fixing him firmly to the bed in a "spread-eagle" position with his legs spread apart.

"Sister, I'm not going to resist, you don't have to do this." El twisted her body and struggled symbolically.

"Won't resist? Hard to say." She gently but firmly stroked him with her skilled hands, while lying on his chest, kissing his chest, and then moving down to his crotch, gazing at the part he feared and was ashamed of being explored. Her beautiful face pressed against it without any hesitation, and her nimble tongue broke through his sphincter, entering his body in another way. Elton arched his back and let out a high-pitched groan. But Satella didn't intend to let him off easily. Instead of stopping, she stimulated him even more vigorously, causing the second release to be even more turbulent than the first. His semen even splashed onto the mirror on the ceiling. The phantom Satella inside was stunned for a moment, then covered her mouth and smiled knowingly.

"twice."

Satella raised her head, a satisfied smile of complete control on her pretty face. She snapped her fingers, and the chains tightened, lifting her younger brother up and suspending him half a meter above the bed.

"Sister's going to swing, El." Her voice seemed to have a magical power. El was panting, still feeling the afterglow of the previous two ejaculations. His sister didn't hold back and started to exploit him again. Satella gracefully straddled his waist, reached out her hands, cupped El's cheeks, and kissed him deeply. The kiss was domineering yet lingering. Actually, she was at most a bit of a queen, not a sadist. But her little brother was a rascal who wouldn't listen to reason, beatings, or scolding. She could only teach him a lesson this way so that he wouldn't fight with someone again. Anyway, he often used this method to force her to compromise. This was the so-called tit-for-tat.

Satella wrapped her long legs around his waist, guiding his renewed desire towards the entrance of her already muddy garden. Then she began to move her hips, each descent engulfing him to the root, each lift bringing forth a gush of love juice. They swayed in mid-air, the instability from the suspension amplifying the force and depth of each thrust, bringing her to her first orgasm of the night.

Because her body lost its footing while suspended in mid-air, El could only respond passively, completely controlled by her sister's rhythm. Each entry brought a strange sense of weightlessness, as if she had fallen into the void. Apart from the chains of jealousy binding her limbs, the only support was the place where she was closely connected to her sister. El could only feel it with her heart. A white light filled her vision, as if her soul had left her body, and even her consciousness seemed to be drifting away.

Chapter 155 An Unfinished Great Cause

As the third time ended, the chains slowly dissipated, and the siblings lay back on the soft bed. Al hugged his sister, almost exhausted, but the flames of desire in Satella's eyes still burned brightly. She ordered him to get up, kneel down with his buttocks sticking up high, because she was going to spank his bottom.

"It's not over yet, only three times, you little pervert." Her hand slapped El's bottom with a "smack," it didn't hurt at all, but it was shameful enough. "This slap is punishment for your recklessness and foolishness!"

"This slap is punishment for lying! You clearly said it was just a vacation."

"This slap is punishment for always making your sister worry about you!"

However, in El's heart, the slap wasn't the punishment; it was his sister's crying. Putting himself in her shoes, if his sister had suddenly decided to completely sever ties with greed, he would probably be frantic with worry in the castle. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh, then wiggled his bottom and leaned back to meet his sister's soft hand, apologizing for the first time from the bottom of his heart, "Sister, I was wrong. I was wrong to forget that we are one. I always thought of taking on all your difficulties. This isn't love; it's self-satisfaction. I've been indulging in self-satisfaction, unable to extricate myself from my devotion to you."

But this is not what the older sister actually needs.

"You know that's good! This way, your sister didn't punish you for nothing." With that, Satie stretched out a slender hand and grasped his tormented yet still erect desire, quickly stroking it while her other hand caught it below. Like a skilled milkmaid, El had no will to resist, and his fourth ejaculation quickly gushed out, shooting onto his sister's delicate hand, and his body went limp.

Satella looked at her panting brother, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes, but more so a desire to continue. She turned El over, making him lie on his back, and then, with her hands on either side of El's head, she slowly turned her body around as if doing a push-up. In this way, that mysterious and alluring garden was now facing El's face, so close that she could feel the moist and fragrant breath. The white, hairless mound was only slightly open, with pink petals constantly flowing with honey.

She slightly twisted her waist, fully exposing her most private organs to El's eyes, and even lowered herself a little, the petals almost touching the tip of his nose.

Looking at the beautiful scenery hanging overhead, so close yet so far, and smelling the intensely strong mating scent emanating from the female succubus, El immediately understood. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick with almost reverence, parting the petals with his fingers and probing the tight, hot passage with the tip of his tongue, licking the folds of the inner walls, sucking the sweet nectar that flowed out, and occasionally taking the sensitive, swollen pearl at the tip into his mouth and quickly teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

One advantage of the "Men's Gang Succubus Oral Sex" is that you will never taste your own flavor.

"Ah!" Satella's body trembled violently. She couldn't help but start rubbing back and forth. El could only use both hands to hold his sister's plump buttocks and knead them hard to help her ride on his face better. The chaotic sounds of water and Satella's high-pitched moans echoed in the room.

Finally, Satella let out a lewd cry, her flower core convulsing violently, and a large amount of love fluid gushed out as if she had lost control of her bladder, pouring onto El's face and mouth. She then lay on top of him and began to serve him with all her might in the 69 position. Under this extreme draining of semen, El ejaculated his fifth stream of essence.

Afterwards, Satella was panting heavily, her face showing the languor and satisfaction of her orgasm. Her eyes were hazy as she looked at her brother, who was also exhausted after several battles and whose face and body were covered in her bodily fluids. To be honest, she was already thinking of just letting him go.

But Al, ever the one to rub salt in the wound, said breathlessly, "Sis, you're so sexy tonight, so beautiful, I want to fuck you to death."

So she forced herself to get up and walked to the large chair in the center of the room that El had loved since he was a child—he called it his "throne" when he was little, but he was willing to share it with her, his older sister. She sat down gracefully, naked, with her legs crossed. The little bit of fluid on her body did not make her look lewd or damage her queenly dignity. She beckoned to El, who was lying on the bed.

"Climb over here, my knight."

El struggled, actually crawling on his hands and feet off the bed toward his "master" sister. Satella raised one of her jade feet and gently lifted El's chin with her toe, which was stained with the mixture of their bodily fluids, forcing him to look up at her. There was no longer any anger in her eyes, and even the desire to lose control was much less. All that remained was an undisguised love and an absolute possessiveness.

"Two more times left." She parted her red lips slightly. "Now, climb up and move yourself. I'm tired. Give me all your last bit of energy."

Her toes slid down his chin, gently stepping on his stubborn desire to look up again.

Looking at his sister, who stood high above him, at her beautiful face contorted with love for him, at the unwavering affection in her eyes, he took a deep breath, gripped the armrest of the chair, and supported his nearly exhausted body. He buried himself once more in that warm, moist garden, which he had just vigorously cultivated and devoutly served. Holding his sister's legs, he used all his strength to begin his final thrust. Satella leaned back in the chair, closed her eyes, and let out a satisfied sigh, her jade feet unconsciously tensing.

"Oh, sister..."

"Get moving, my good little brother." Satella was no longer actively trying to please, but simply enjoying herself. "Give the rest to your sister, not a single drop is allowed, and not a single bad woman outside."

"Here you go, all of it. I've cummed, I've cummed. Turn around, this is the last time, I'm going to do it to you from behind."

Upon hearing this, Satella immediately adjusted her posture, obediently kneeling on the thick, soft cushion of the wide chair, leaning her upper body forward, and lazily resting her white arms on the top of the chair back, raising her round, full, snowy buttocks high, presenting them to El without reservation.

El placed his hands on her slender waist and once again plunged himself deep into that intoxicatingly tender land, the tomb of heroes.

Satella's head was pressed against the back of the chair by him, her full breasts swaying with the impact of his body, completely immersed in it. "Ah, El is so good, yes, just like that, a little harder... it's your turn to punish your sister. Your sister has been your plaything since she was little, and you're just taking over your sister like this."

To be honest, due to diminishing returns, El could no longer feel the intense pleasure he had at the beginning. He was only holding on by his love and commitment to his sister, as well as his deep-seated lust and desire for her body. It could be said that he had surrendered himself to his most primal instincts.

"Sis, I can't take it anymore, my back is so sore, you're really going to drain me dry this time."

"Almost there, El, almost there." Satella wasn't much better off, also nearing her deadline, and carrying a hint of frenzied excitement about reaching her climax. "Shoot it into me, all of it, shoot it deep inside me, make me pregnant, ah!"

At the same time, an unprecedented spasm erupted from the depths of her flower, beginning a violent sucking and squeezing. This deadly strangulation seemed to be trying to extract every last drop of marrow from El's body. He groaned and lay on his sister's still slightly twitching back. Satella was also pressed down by him and slumped against the back of the chair. She turned her head and whispered, "Good girl, you did very well. You've learned your lesson this time, haven't you? If you dare to take any more risks next time, the punishment will only be more severe..."

As she spoke, her voice gradually faded. Exhausted, she held her sleeping brother in her arms and fell into a deep sleep on the large chair, like twins on a throne. Only their intertwined breaths and the scent of lust remained in the room.

Seven times in total, the promise was fulfilled, and the punishment ended.

The power of lust witnessed all of this and felt immense satisfaction. She exclaimed in admiration: "Brilliant, my master! Who says there are no heroes in the bedroom? Here, there is clearly conquest and being conquered that rivals the battlefield. You have accomplished a great feat—melting gold in the fires of desire and taming serpents in ultimate pleasure. From now on, greed is no longer greed, and jealousy is no longer jealousy."

By combining the power of the three deadly sins, you will achieve transcendence.

Chapter 156 Crisis

Before dawn, the deep darkness of night slowly fades away, and the sun's rays appear on the horizon, awakening the sleeping world.

Satella slowly woke up, gently moving her arm, which had been numb from being pressed down. She looked tenderly at her younger brother nestled in her arms, his sleeping posture completely unguarded. Yesterday's sex had been quite intense, as if they had returned to the time when they first tasted the forbidden fruit, full of passion and vitality.

She reached out her fingers and gently stroked the contours of her brother's handsome face. A happy smile spread across her red lips. El seemed to sense this in his sleep and unconsciously tightened his arms, pulling her closer into his embrace. He murmured, "Sister, don't be angry."

Satella's heart melted instantly, but remembering what he had done before, she sighed helplessly and sweetly, pressed her soft cheek against his, and whispered, "Don't be angry, I will never really be angry with you, but sometimes, can you think about me too?"

She was never a plaything who needed his protection, but a lifelong partner who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him, support him, and protect him.

……

The same ray of morning light shone through the inn window onto the bed. El knocked on the door, then opened it, carrying several oil paper bags. Inside were freshly baked bread from Gwen, the maid in the castle, and oysters and sea urchins that the teacher had mentioned wanting to eat yesterday. Because they had been refrigerated for a long time, they weren't very fresh, so Gwen made them into oyster and sea urchin soup.

Meniver had already woken up, but hadn't gotten out of bed; she was sitting on the bed in a daze.

Al placed the breakfast on the table. "Teacher, get up and eat breakfast."

She looked up, saw El, and smiled slightly. "You're back already? I thought you'd stay a little longer."

"We can't just leave you standing there, can we?" El chuckled, sitting down on a chair nearby and rubbing his temples. Although his energy was almost fully restored, the mental fatigue and physical exhaustion still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Meneville keenly noticed her disciple's unusual behavior. Upon closer inspection, the smile on her face faded slightly. Satella, that child, is ruthless enough, somewhat resembling Salome in her prime.

She slowly got up, sat down in the chair opposite El, picked up a crisp and soft bread, took a bite, and casually asked, "Didn't you sleep at all last night?"

"No, I did take a nap." Elton paused, seemingly considering his words. In front of his teacher, there was really nothing to hide. "Well, teacher, you know, well, that's how it is with love or marriage."

Menneville picked up a spoon, stirred the seafood soup in the bowl, and raised an eyebrow: "I don't know. I've never been in love or married. Tell me, what insights do you have about marriage at such a young age?"

"Well, to put it simply, teacher, if you grow a rose, you must water it regularly. Because after watering it for a long time, you will naturally love it more. In addition to the initial liking and love, all the energy you put into this rose makes it unique in your heart."

Meniver paused for a moment, put down the spoon, and began to water... to give... to be unique...

She understood the metaphor, and looked up at the young and handsome disciple in front of her. If that was the case, then she did indeed feel deeply about it.

After breakfast, Menivel stretched, revealing her beautiful curves. She said, "Alright, you rascal, since you say you're free, then come with me for a walk around and see what's fun. I'll also find you some good food to replenish your energy."

El smiled upon hearing this, "It's my honor, teacher. But I'll pass on replenishing my energy; I'm young, and young people have limitless energy."

“Oh, right, teacher,” El said softly, “thank you.”

Menneville feigned ignorance: "Thank me for what?"

El refused to say anything, saying, "It's nothing."

"Silly boy."

Afterwards, the master and apprentice walked out of the inn side by side, and after a little disguise, they blended into the newly awakened seaside town.

The town is built against the mountains and by the sea, with narrow, winding streets paved with smooth cobblestones worn smooth by the footsteps of passersby. The air is filled with a strong smell of the sea. The market is usually located near the dock, which is the norm in towns like this. Here, fishermen loudly hawk their fresh catch. However, it seems that the return of Melona and the effect of her dragon roar have stirred up a sense of unease. The fishermen have received a notice from the local mayor and dare not go out to sea to fish. The morning market is no longer as lively as it used to be, with only a few stalls open.

El casually remarked, "Teacher, it seems we've come at the wrong time. I don't see much to see at this market. How about we go explore further afield?"

Menneville, however, paid no heed to the desolation and bleakness. She walked with Al through the streets, observing the expressions on people's faces, and finally said softly, "The fear brought by rumors is sometimes more destructive than the danger itself. The return of a dragon is enough to plunge the fishermen who rely on the sea for their livelihood into a state of panic. This is something I overlooked."