"What do you mea-"
Alex didn't have the time to finish his thought. He lost control.
It was like being shoved out of the driver's seat of his own body. His hands were no longer his. His legs were no longer his. He was a passenger, a ghost watching as Lily took the wheel.
'Lily, what are you doing?! Stop!' he screamed inside their shared mind.
[I'm saving our lives,] she replied, her thoughts a cool, steady stream of control. [Now be a good boy and watch. You might learn something.]
He blinked and found himself staring at 'himself,' and for the first time, Alex saw what he looked like through her.
He was... beautiful.
The same dark blue hair as his mother and sister, but shorter, messier. His eyes were the same deep, captivating sapphire that Eleonora had gotten lost in. His features were sharp, aristocratic, but softened by a new, almost ethereal vulnerability. He looked like a fallen angel, and even Alex, who was currently trapped inside him, felt a pull.
'If my hair were longer and my eyes were emerald green, I'd look just like Sera,' Alex thought, the realization hitting him with the force of a physical blow.
[That's because you're twins,] Lily replied, a flicker of surprise in her mental voice, trying not to comment on who Alex compared himself to- his twin sister, and not the other way around. [Now pay attention.]
Alex's body—now controlled by Lily—moved with a grace that felt utterly alien to him. He slid off the bed and knelt between Dr. Linda's parted legs.
'Wait! Don't! You can't!' Alex screamed, but his words were silent, unheard.
Lily ignored him. She reached out with slender, elegant fingers and wrapped them around the base of Dr. Linda's cock.
[Alex, I want you to feel this,] Lily said, her mental voice a seductive whisper. [Feel the heat. Feel the life.]
And he did. Through the nerve endings in their shared palm, he felt it. A jolt of pure, raw energy. It was different from the trickles he'd gotten from Eleonora's kiss or the nurse's touch. This was potent, masculine, and overwhelmingly alive.
He could 'see' and 'feel' even though Lily was the one controlling his body.
Truly, they are one being.
'Lily, please...' he begged, but it was half-hearted. The energy was intoxicating.
His head dipped lower, and Alex felt a surge of pure, unadulterated terror as he realized what was about to happen.
'I don't want to die a cocksucker!' he screamed in the confines of their shared mind.
[Then don't die,] Lily replied, a cruel amusement in her tone. [You want to live? Then you have to eat. And right now... this is on the menu.]
His lips parted.
'I'll remember this, Lily.'
[Good.]
Lily ignored the frantic, wordless screaming inside their shared skull.
She settled lower between Dr. Linda's parted thighs, the crisp white coat and black skirt pushed up out of the way. The doctor's cock stood thick and heavy, flushed a deep rose at the head, a clear bead of precum already welling at the slit. The scent of clean skin, faint hospital soap, and raw arousal rose between them.
Alex's body—no longer his to command—leaned in. Soft lips brushed the swollen crown in a deliberate, almost reverent kiss. The sensation was electric. Through Lily's control, Alex felt the velvet-soft skin, the slight give, the faint, salty taste of the doctor's arousal. A wave of something hot and potent washed through him.
'Lily... stop... please—'
[Feel the weight of it on your tongue,] she continued, calm and instructional, as though teaching him how to hold a pen. [Not the tip. Not yet. Start at the base.]
She tilted their head and dragged the flat of their tongue slowly upward along the underside, from the heavy root all the way to the flared ridge. Dr. Linda's cock twitched hard against their lips. A soft, helpless moan slipped from the unconscious woman on the bed.
Alex felt everything.
The smooth, hot skin. The thick vein pulsing against their tongue. The way the doctor's hips shifted, her body reacting instinctively to the pleasure even in her drugged state.
He couldn't escape it. He couldn't shut down. The Succubus physiology Lily had gifted him was designed to receive, to absorb sensation, and it was working far too well.
[Good. Now the head.] Lily's control was absolute, elegant. She parted their lips and took the broad, glistening crown into their mouth with practiced ease. Wet heat closed around it. She sealed their lips just beneath the ridge and sucked—slow, deep, rhythmic.
Alex's borrowed body shuddered. A current of pleasure, not from Lily but from the flesh he was trapped in, shot straight down his spine.
'OH GOD!' Alex panicked as his throat tightened instinctively. 'I'm choking! I'm going to throw up!'
[Don't be a pussy, Alex,] Lily chided, her mental eye-roll almost palpable. [Our body has no gag reflex. It's a feature. Not a bug.]
"..." He had no response to that.
[Now in this position, the angle is key,] Lily narrated, her thoughts cool and detached even as their tongue swirled around the sensitive head, dipping into the slit. [Relax the back of your throat. Flatten your tongue to create a bed for her. Like this.]
She demonstrated.
Their 'mouth' sank lower in one smooth, controlled motion. The thick crown pressed past the soft palate and into the yielding heat of their throat. Alex felt the stretch—impossible, intimate, complete—as Lily took the doctor to the root without hesitation. Their nose brushed the soft thatch of trimmed hair at the base. The heavy balls rested against their chin.
Dr. Linda's hips bucked, a sharp, involuntary thrust into the welcoming heat. A gasp, then a soft, breathy whimper escaped her sleeping lips.
'Fuck... fuck... fuck...' Alex's thoughts fractured into static. The sensation of being so full, of that thick length occupying every inch of their mouth and throat, was overwhelming. Yet their body did not choke. Did not gag. The muscles simply accepted, flexed, and began to work around the intrusion exactly as Lily commanded.
[Feel that?] Lily pressed. [The back of the throat is where the densest nerve endings meet the most sensitive part of him… her. When you take someone this deep, you're not just pleasuring them. You're tapping directly into their core. Like threading a needle into a vein.]
The withdrawal was as slow and deliberate as the entry. She slid back until only the head remained, their lips suckling gently, tongue swirling.
Dr. Linda's hips jerked. A soft, broken moan slipped from the unconscious woman. More precum spilled across their tongue, thick and salty, and Lily swallowed it without ceremony.
[Good. Again.]
Down they went. Sliding until the coarse hairs tickled their nose. The doctor's cock throbbed in their throat, a heavy, living thing. Alex felt every inch of the stretch—hot, heavy, complete. Their nose pressed once more into the soft, trimmed hair at the base. The doctor's heavy balls rested against their chin.
[Your hand,] Lily continued, her instruction relentless. [While you do this, your hand is not idle.]
Their right hand, which had been resting on Dr. Linda's thigh, slid inward. Long fingers—his fingers—cupped the heavy, warm sack, rolling the delicate orbs within with a gentle, insistent pressure.
Dr. Linda was drowning. Her hips had begun a slow, rolling motion against their mouth, entirely involuntary, chasing something she couldn't name. Her head had tilted back against the pillow, the sharp professional line of her jaw gone slack, her glasses slightly askew. The crisp white coat had fallen open around her shoulders like a crumpled flag.
[Rhythm,] Lily said. [This is the part most people get wrong. They rush. They treat it like a race. It isn't. It's a conversation.]
Lily began to move.
She set a pace, a deliberate rhythm: rising until only the flushed head remained between their lips, tongue swirling the sensitive underside of the crown, dipping into the slit to gather the fresh bead of precum, then sinking back down in one long, wet stroke until their lips kissed the base. Again. And again. The soft, wet schlick… schlick… schlick of their mouth working the thick cock filled the quiet hospital room.
'A conversation,' Alex repeated internally, despite himself.
[She tells you what she needs through her body,] Lily confirmed. [The way her hips angle. The pitch of her breathing. Listen to all of it. A Succubus who only takes is a parasite. A Succubus who listens is something far more dangerous. She becomes the best thing anyone has ever felt. And they will burn their entire lives down trying to find it again.]
It wasn't a boast. It was a statement of fact, delivered with the flat certainty of someone describing gravity.
[Stroke in time with your mouth,] she instructed, demonstrating. Her grip on the doctor's shaft tightened slightly, and the twist she added as her hand slid up from the base to meet their descending lips made Dr. Linda's entire body arch off the bed.
[Not too tight. Just enough pressure to feel every vein. Let her feel the difference between the heat of your throat and the cool air when you pull off.]
Alex felt everything.
The way Dr. Linda's cock twitched hard every time Lily adjusted the angle. The soft, helpless whimpers that slipped from the doctor's throat. The way her thighs trembled on either side of their head.
'I hate this,' he whispered inside their mind, but the protest sounded weaker than before. The essence was intoxicating. Every swallow made the timer climb. Every wet glide of their lips sent another ripple of unwanted heat through their shared body.
[You're learning,] Lily whispered, almost fond. [Even while you hate it, your body is memorizing every movement. Every pressure. Every place that makes her drip. Next time you'll do this yourself. And you'll do it better.]
She doubled down—deeper, wetter, more relentless. The wet sounds grew louder, more shameless. Their throat flexed and milked the thick cock with every stroke. Dr. Linda's breathing turned ragged. Her hips began to move in short, desperate thrusts, chasing the heat of their mouth even in sleep.
[She's close,] Lily said, voice low with dark satisfaction. [Feel the way the head flares against the back of your throat? That's the signal. Don't stop. Never stop when they're this close. Keep the rhythm. Keep the pressure. Make her give us everything.]
Their mouth and hand worked in perfect, ruthless sync—deep, wet strokes of throat and fist, tongue pressing hard against the sensitive underside on every withdrawal. It was too much.
Dr. Linda's back arched.
"AHHH~..."
A broken cry tore from her throat.
Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded their mouth—pulse after pulse of it, heavy and salty and rich with life essence. Lily held them down through every spurt, swallowing greedily, milking the doctor through the climax with slow, deliberate pulls of their throat and gentle squeezes of the hand around the base.
She didn't allow a single drop to escape.
Only when the last weak twitch left Dr. Linda's cock did Lily finally pull off with a soft, wet pop. A thin string of saliva and cum still connected their lower lip to the slowly softening head. She licked their lips clean with slow, deliberate satisfaction, then leaned down to press a soft, almost chaste kiss to the spent shaft.
[That,] she murmured inside their mind, [is how a Succubus survives. And thrives.]
Then she released control.
Ding!
[First Quest: Complete.]
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