Ren lay on the ground, his ass still stinging with a fiery pain. The red imprint of Lyra's palm was clearly visible on his buttocks. He gritted his teeth, vowing inwardly: *These bitches... one day, I'm going to make them all my slaves—licking my feet, begging me to fuck them!* But for now, he had to endure. A man's dignity? To hell with it—survival came first.
Lyra's toes brushed against his lips, carrying the scent of earth and forest. Ren reluctantly parted his mouth, extending his tongue to begin sucking. "Mmm... lick them clean, you slave." Lyra's voice was cold and devoid of emotion. She cast a glance at Sylpha, who had also removed her wooden sandals and brought her feet close to Ren's face.
Ren's tongue shifted from Lyra's toes to the soles of Sylpha's feet, lapping at the pale, soft skin. Suddenly, Sylpha shoved her entire foot deep into his mouth. "Mmph..." Ren's mouth was stuffed to capacity; his hypersensitive constitution flared up again, and he groaned as his cock grew as rigid as an iron bar. Sylpha withdrew her foot with a satisfied smile, then squatted down and rubbed her pussy as a sudden urge to urinate washed over her.
Bruna's voice drifted in from the side; she was buried face-first, sucking on Akari's nipples until the D-cup breasts were slick and wet in her mouth. Akari leaned back against Bruna's legs, letting out a moan of pure pleasure: "Ah... Master, that feels so good..." Bruna lifted her head, her fingers sliding into Akari's vagina and stirring within. "Piss right on his face. A slave's honor lies in drinking their Master's holy water."
Ren's eyes instantly turned crimson as a tidal wave of humiliation washed over him; yet, he dared not offer a single word of protest, keeping his head bowed low. Sylpha smiled, parting her labia. "Come here. Drink up, you little slut."
Ren rose unsteadily to his feet. Sylpha seized him by the hair and violently shoved his head down toward her crotch. Ren's mouth sprang open instinctively; the Succubus's curse rendered him utterly powerless to resist. A stream of scalding urine jetted forth, pouring directly into his mouth. The salty, acrid taste made him want to retch, yet—thanks to his hyper-sensitive constitution—swallowing it sent a faint, shuddering thrill of pleasure coursing through him. *Gulp... gulp...* He was forced to swallow it all down, his face left dripping with the liquid.
Nearby, Lyra lifted her leg, clamping her foot around his cock; she peeled back his foreskin and began to toy with his glans. "Look at this pathetic cock—rock hard like that, and it still has the audacity to talk shit?" She stroked him vigorously, and Ren's muffled groans drifted out from beneath Sylpha's crotch.
Once she had finished pissing, Sylpha released his head. "Now—go lick the feet of the Leader and your 'friend' over there. Do whatever they command." Lyra, too, released her leg, allowing his cock to spring back into place.
Ren staggered to his feet, his face still dripping wet, his expression unreadable. He walked over to Bruna, who still had her fingers buried deep inside Akari's vagina. Akari moaned, "Oh... Master... deeper... fuck me..." Ren bent down and began to lick Bruna's feet—feet that were thick with calluses and reeked of earth and dirt.
Bruna grabbed him by the hair, her voice thundering like a storm. "Weren't you acting pretty high and mighty just now, you pathetic bitch? Cursing at me? Where's all that swagger of yours now?"
Only then did Akari truly notice him; the intensity of her recent pleasure had made her oblivious to her surroundings. A fresh wave of rage surged within her—that single word, "faggot," felt like a thorn still piercing deep into her heart. "Mistress, I want to punish him personally! I'm not done venting my anger yet—he didn't just insult me, he insulted *you* too!" She rose from Bruna's lap, her pear-shaped hips swaying as she strode forward on her long legs.
Lyra's eyes widened in surprise; was this girl really so ruthless? Sylpha, too, raised a delicate eyebrow, though she remained silent.
Catching the look of pure hatred in Akari's eyes, Bruna released her grip on Ren's hair and nodded. "Go ahead. He is your slave, after all. Fuck him, play with him—do whatever you please
Akari's eyes blazed with a raging fury; those sharp, crimson irises were like two keen daggers, piercing straight into Ren, who knelt upon the ground. Her long silver hair now floated in disarray—a tangled mass of shimmering strands—framing a face as pale and ethereal as that of a vampire princess. Her figure was seductively curvaceous: long, shapely legs; a voluptuous, pear-shaped posterior that begged to be firmly grasped; and D-cup breasts that still quivered slightly from their recent passion, exuding a wild, untamed allure. The passage of years seemed to have left no trace upon her; she remained the very same girl whose childhood Ren had shattered—yet now, she intended to use this very body to utterly crush him.
"No matter how many years have passed, that face of yours hasn't changed one bit. You know, I'll never forget the things you said to me—not for the rest of my life. So... congratulations. You've pissed me off all over again!" Akari's voice was sharp and seething with hatred. She abruptly raised her hand and delivered a resounding slap across Ren's face. That single blow carried with it the venom of years of pent-up resentment, the crisp *crack* of the impact echoing through the forest.
Ren's body instantly slumped sideways, collapsing onto the ground. A red welt rapidly rose on his cheek, yet the accursed Succubus's Curse caused his hyper-sensitive constitution to flare up in that very instant. He couldn't suppress a low moan—a soft, drawn-out "Ah..."—his voice a strange blend of agony and perverse pleasure. His cock began to twitch uncontrollably, and once again, he ejaculated a thick, viscous load of semen that splattered onto the ground, leaving behind a milky, opaque stain. His skin was pale and gleaming, his long eyelashes fluttering rapidly; his handsome features were twisted in a grimace of pain and humiliation, yet they retained a certain morbid, captivating allure.
Akari sneered as she stepped forward, seizing his swollen, reddened buttocks in a firm grip. She squeezed with all her might, watching as the imprint of her palm bloomed across his flesh, and felt a surge of deeply satisfying pleasure welling up within her. "Hmph, just look at that slutty ass—red as a ripe piece of fruit." She turned her head toward Bruna, the tribal chieftain who was now leaning languidly against a tree trunk, her whiskey-colored eyes holding a gaze that was both scrutinizing and warm. Bruna's body was a monument forged of river clay and iron; her towering frame—six feet four inches tall—exuded the combined majesty of a mother and a warrior. Her E-cup breasts hung heavy and low, like ripe teardrops; thick, silver-grey braids swayed against her shoulders, while a lightning-bolt scar across her face made her appear simultaneously divine and terrifying.