A Succubus Forced to Fall to Earth to Provide Orgasmic Services to Fat Human Pigs

Chapter 1: The Contract of Degradation

My name is Lilith, a succubus from the Abyss, with crimson eyes, black wings, and a scorching body—F-cup breasts, a slender waist, round hips, and a tail that can ensnare souls. In Hell, I reveled in seducing spirits, draining human desire for my pleasure, living free and proud. But everything changed a month ago. A fat human sorcerer named Adolf, using forbidden magic, summoned and enslaved me, trapping me on Earth to serve him and his “clients” sexually.Adolf, 50, over 150 kilos, with greasy hair plastered to his scalp and lecherous eyes, ran an underground club called “Black Rose,” catering to wealthy “fat pigs” seeking extreme sex. A magical collar bound me, forcing obedience; defying him triggered agonizing shocks. On my first day, he locked me in a red velvet room, ordering me to service Okamoto, a 40-year-old obese merchant reeking of sweat, his belly like a ten-month pregnancy. I resisted, but the collar’s shocks forced me to my knees. Okamoto leered, ripping my black lace dress, kneading my breasts, pinching my nipples, saying, “Succubus, as good as they say… suck my cock!” Gritting my teeth, my tail involuntarily wrapped around his shaft, my tongue licking his foul tip. He pinned me to the bed, his cock thrusting into my pussy, his bulk suffocating me. He fucked me for half an hour, cumming inside, my juices mixing with his as I climaxed, trembling with humiliation.Adolf stood at the door, sneering, “Lilith, get used to it. You’re my sex slave, and these pigs are your masters.” I wanted to tear him apart, but the collar’s magic left me powerless, swallowing my shame.

Chapter 2: A Routine of Degradation

At Black Rose, I became a toy for fat humans. Daily, different clients—obese politicians, merchants, thugs, all dripping with sweat and lust—used me. They loved toys: whips lashing my ass, shock wands zapping my clit, anal plugs stuffed in my rear. My succubus nature forced me to orgasm endlessly, juices spraying, but each wave of pleasure came with humiliation.One day, Yamada, a 60-year-old fat boss with yellowed teeth, demanded I fuck his ass with my tail. Forced to comply, my tail plunged into his rear as he groaned, “Succubus… so good… deeper…” He licked my pussy while a vibrator buzzed inside me, the dual stimulation making me scream and squirt, soaking the sheets. He came on my breasts, laughing, “You whore, born to please us!”I tried rebelling, sneaking Adolf’s collar key while he slept, but he caught me, the shocks knocking me out. He sneered, “Lilith, you’re my property. Run? Maybe next life!” He carved a magical tattoo on me, amplifying my lust, making every fuck doubly intense yet fueling my self-loathing.Amid this hell, I met someone different—Yuma Sato, 25, a skinny club janitor. Unlike the clients, his eyes were gentle, never joining the sex, just cleaning quietly, blushing when he glanced at me. Once, he picked up a broken collar piece, whispering, “You… should be free…” I froze, my heart feeling warmth for the first time.

Chapter 3: A Spark of Pure Love

Yuma’s presence was a light in my darkness. After clients ravaged me, he’d slip me a towel, wiping away sweat and cum, murmuring, “I’m sorry I can’t help…” I began craving his visits, his kindness easing my shame, if only briefly.One day, Okamoto returned, forcing me to service him with my tail and mouth, cumming on my face. I collapsed, tears mixing with semen. Yuma, cleaning, saw me, quietly draping his jacket over me, saying, “Lilith, you shouldn’t be like this… you should soar like an angel.” I cried, the first time a man saw me as more than a sex slave.That night, after the club closed, Yuma snuck into my room, vowing to free me from the collar. He didn’t know magic, only prying with a knife, but failed. Adolf’s magical alarm triggered, and Yuma was caught, beaten bloody. I screamed, “Let him go!” Adolf sneered, forcing me to service him in front of Yuma. He dropped his pants, his bulk crushing me, cock thrusting into my pussy, making me scream. Yuma, bound, watched in agony. I squirted at climax, but my heart broke, crying, “Yuma… I’m sorry…”

Chapter 4: Seeds of Rebellion

Yuma’s suffering steeled my resolve to fight. I secretly studied Adolf’s spellbook, learning the collar’s magic stemmed from an “Abyssal Core” gem hidden in his vault. Yuma, recovering, gathered intel, saying, “Lilith, I’m not afraid to die. I’ll save you.” His words stirred me; I realized I loved him—a feeling a succubus shouldn’t have.Our bond deepened in secret. One clientless night, Yuma slipped into my room, kissing my lips, saying, “Lilith, I love you… succubus or not.” I stripped him, licked his chest, my tail stroking his cock. He entered me, thrusting gently, unlike the clients’ brutality, full of love. I moaned, “Yuma… I love you…” Our climax, his cum inside me, felt warm, not degrading.But Adolf grew suspicious, installing cameras and catching our secret. He bound Yuma, forcing me to service three fat clients in lewd poses, saying, “Love him? I’ll make you watch him die!” My tail and mouth worked them, juices and cum spraying, but my eyes locked on Yuma’s pain.

Chapter 5: Reclaiming Freedom

I went all in. While Adolf was drunk, I snuck into his vault, found the Abyssal Core, and burned it with my succubus power. The collar’s magic died, my wings unfurled, strength surging. I stormed the club, ripping chains, freeing Yuma. Adolf tried new spells, but my tail pierced his arm, and he collapsed, wailing. I didn’t kill him, just torched the club, leaving him with nothing.Yuma and I fled to a rural abandoned farmhouse. Society’s pressure followed—townsfolk heard “succubus” rumors, calling us “monster and fool.” Yuma didn’t care, saying, “Lilith, you’re my angel.” Our sex softened; he tied my wrists with silk, licked my breasts, thrust slowly. I moaned, “Yuma… I’m yours…” He teased my clit with a feather wand, my squirting climax crying, “Yuma… I love you…”But Adolf’s trackers found us, leading a mob decrying me as a “demon seductress.” Yuma shielded me, shouting, “She’s my love, you can’t touch her!” I repelled them with succubus power, not to harm but to protect Yuma.

Chapter 6: Eternal Pure Love

For safety, we moved to a remote mountain village, living in a small wooden cabin. Yuma worked as a carpenter, I used succubus illusions to pass as human, sewing for villagers. Our life was simple, filled with joy. I got pregnant, my belly swelling, Yuma kissing it, saying, “Lilith, our future’s here.”Our sex was tender yet erotic. One starry night, I shed my nightgown, my breasts and pregnant belly glowing. Yuma kissed my breasts, licked my pussy, entered me gently, mindful of the baby. I moaned, “Yuma… I love you…” He dripped low-temp wax on my thighs, my squirting climax crying, “Yuma… forever…” Our cum and juices sealed our vow.Our daughter, Sena, was born, inheriting my crimson eyes and Yuma’s kindness. Our love, born in taboo slavery, overcame humiliation and pressure, finding eternity in purity. Sena’s laughter, my breasts, and Yuma’s resolve formed an unshakable family. Village legends spoke of a succubus and human in love, guarding the mountain stars.