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"What the hell did they do," I mumble to myself. I was pretty sure that, at most, the gods created this world from some of the anime worlds from my watch list, and that was it. If that is the case, why am I looking at a turquoise-haired, golden-horned, absolutely stacked succubus with a purple spade-tipped tail strapped to Saint Andrew's cross buck fucking naked?

I know her, and she's not from an anime. She's from hentai that I watched years ago. This could be really bad. Maybe it's just the supernatural ones. That I can roll with at least a little, I mean, I've used energy tentacles myself, but I'll need to expand the girls' protections if this shit is as typical as it is in some hentai.

Oh, but worse... If integrated into this world, there are some hentai that may lead me to wipe out all human male life on the planet. The post nut clarity from watching some of those hentai left me hating humans a little more with each one I watched. If those horrible bastards exist, I may have to purge the world.

If it's just love triangles and harems, maybe some taboo relationships, that's fine, but the rest make me nauseous. The useless friends and boyfriends and the shattered and twisted girls digging themselves deeper and deeper into the depravity that destroys the person they were and leaves behind little more than a soulless anatomically correct doll.

Looking through the window at the rest of the prisoners, I see more girls I recognize, some more than others. One girl is from a fantasy hentai I've seen once or twice, with pink hair, curved horns, and wings. She's tied draped over a solid wedge face down, ass up, hands and ankles chained to the floor. Once again stripped naked, though this time, it is more noticeable that there is a glistening fluid dripping down her legs from her perpetual arousal.

Two more girls are near her, both partially clothed in what looks like schoolgirl uniforms, both locked in some sort of pillory. One girl with pale cyan hair, bent at the waist with her sweater vest and shirt pulled up, exposing her voluptuous breasts and her underwear pulled down around her ankles, her plaid skirt just barely covering her nethers, just waiting to be flipped up and reveal her secrets.

The other girl is in a modified version of the pillory where her hands and feet are bound in line with her legs which are pulled farther apart and prevented from closing. She's locked in a face-down, ass-up position, much like the other pink-haired woman, the tattered remains of her panties clinging to one leg. She has light pale pink hair and dark pink eyes. The remnants of a school uniform she is wearing have the top intact, but the skirt is torn away to expose her ass and pussy to the world. I can see that this one has been crying as the shine of dried tears can be seen on her cheeks. She seems much more innocent than the others in the room.

Opposite them is a woman with whom I'm very familiar. Her arms are bound together, elbows straight above her head. She wears a tattered and torn white dress with hair and wings of midnight black. You might think she was a fallen angel if not for the pair of horns on her head that sweep forward like a crown upon her brow.

Chains attached to her arms and legs keep her in place. The leg chains are attached to pulleys that end in weights to pull her down, while the arm chains run through a different pulley system connected to a sawhorse that she's astride. It looks more like torture than the bondage of the other implements.

The final girl in the room is a pretty redhead that's strapped to a unique chair. Her school uniform is torn right down the middle exposing her pink nipples, and her legs are forced apart by the stirrups of the chair to which they're bound. Her head is held in place by a band across her forehead, and a metal o-ring gag forces her mouth open, revealing two pointy fangs. She's another one from a hentai that I recognize.

I recognize the other two schoolgirls but not well enough to know them off the top of my head. They're probably from an anime I didn't watch enough of or were minor characters. Hell, for all I know, they could be completely different from where I remember them. Claudia would win first place in a Meiko Shiraki look-alike contest, but she is an entirely separate entity. We'll have to rescue the girls to find out.

"Zest, what the hell is this?" I ask.

"When we failed to obtain the succubus queen Sheila, Zolgear instructed us to gather other succubi so that we could eventually lure one of the members of the royal family into a trap. Zolgear planned to leave these succubi starving so that it would be easier for him to break their spirits and control them," she says.

"What a douchebag. Alright, let's get them out of there," I say.

"No, wait. You can't," Maria says. "They're starving. If you let them go, they'll attack anyone with whom they come in contact and drain them dry. We have to give them enough sexual energy to calm them down first."

I look back through the window and focus on their eyes. She's right; they're in a state somewhere between catatonic and rabid.

"The worst part is that they're too far gone to absorb it passively," Maria says. I'm of two minds about where this is going. "We'll have to interact with them sexually so they can feed directly."

"When you say 'interact with them-" I start.

"You have to fuck them, Issei. You're the only one that can do it. I might survive one or two of them, but they're in such a bad state that I doubt I could protect myself if they start firing glamours and baptisms at me."

"Maria, you know what will happen to them if I do that, right? They'll be bound to me, permanently," I say, sticking with the same story. "This isn't like before when we could undo it on the full moon."

"I know," she says. "I can feel the difference in the bond. It's much stronger than before. It's evolved into something that the original creators never intended. Regardless, as a member of the royal family, I take full responsibility for whatever happens."

That's the second time someone has mentioned the succubus royal family. I don't remember anything about this from the anime, so maybe it's something specific to this world?

"What's with the royal family thing? I don't remember anything about succubi having a royalty," I say.

"It's kind of the same as the devils and their rankings, but sexier. At the bottom of the power structure is the lust beasts. Whether incubus or succubus, those are the shared link. Much like other demon beasts, they are animalistic and brutal, all instinct and no sentience. Above them and the actual base of the succubi are the lesser succubi. They can most often be found in brothels and on college campuses or anywhere they are guaranteed to be able to consume enough sexual energy to survive.

Above them are the greater succubi. There you'll find those that can channel that sexual energy into more than a food source. These are primarily warriors but don't underestimate their magical abilities because some are serious powerhouses with spells or techniques. Greater succubi and above can also absorb sexual energy passively from those around them.

After the greater succubi are the noble succubi, these have advanced enough to have developed the ability to Dreamwalk and absorb sexual energy through that medium. Most nobles are masters of the magical arts but don't underestimate them because some families train their martial arts.

Finally, there are the royal succubi, my family. My mother was essentially the queen of our species, and because she had me, she had to step down, and one of her sisters had to ascend to the throne. It's one of the reasons I had such a hard time growing up. Unfortunately, my aunt is not as well respected or magically powerful as my mother was, so the succubi have been suffering somewhat since mom and Mio's mother stepped down."

"Okay, and what am I looking at here?" I ask, indicating the women through the door.

"I'd have to say three greater succubi and two nobles. The last one- the redhead, seems to be a hybrid, so it's hard to determine where she'd fall, but if I had to guess, her mother is probably a noble as well. Be extra careful with that one; she looks to be part vampire."

"Yeah, the fangs kind of gave it away. Are you sure about this?" I ask.

"Absolutely. Just be careful of their baptism and any glamours they throw at you, but I figure with your mental abilities, you should be fine."

I take a deep breath. 'Any suggestions/ Ddraig? Sasami?'

'Don't die,' Ddraig says,

'Gee, thanks. So nice to know you care.'

I feel her mentally shrug. 'You have three overpowered bloodlines. If you can't survive a couple of undersexed succubi, you should turn in your Harem Protagonist card.'

'Shit. You're right. I'm overthinking this. Let's do it.'

"Issei," Maria says. "Be careful."

I smile. "I got this."

[Issei.]

'Yeah?'

[I have a suggestion.]

'Okay.'

[If we create an ability that increases power and stamina during sex, it may give you the edge you need. Eventually, we may be able to roll it into the Harem King's Blessing to assist in its evolution, but the benefits could be helpful in this situation. I would also suggest that we create another ability to help heal their wounds, fatigue, and even trauma.]

'Okay, do it.'

[Gained: Sexual Empowerment: This ability increases the user's stamina, recovery, and other physical abilities in areas of higher sexual energy concentrations.]

[Gained: Sexual Healing: This ability uses ambient sexual energy produced during sexual acts to improve recovery of physical, mental, and spiritual damage for all parties engaged in the act. The more intimate the act, the greater the effect.]

'Nice.'

[Good luck, Issei.]

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Opening the cell door, I feel the moment the succubi notice me. Some freeze, knowing that they are not the hunter in this situation, but some watch me with a deep hunger. The petite redhead looks like she might pop a blood vessel straining against her restraints. She's going to have to wait, though.

The other two schoolgirls look scared, the pinkette over the wedge seems hungry, and the pale, dark-haired beauty looks borderline enraged. I didn't notice before, but she's got a ball-gag in her mouth. The only one that appears to have her wits about her is the busty turquoise-haired woman strapped to the Saint Andrew's cross. Looks like she's first.

I approach the woman, and she starts to frown. "Before you get the wrong idea," I say. "I am not with the person responsible for you being in this situation. In fact, I'm mostly here to steal all his good stuff, blow up the rest, and kill his fugly ass."

"However, I have a little problem," I say before looking around at the other women. "Well, six problems. My first instinct was to get you all out of here and get you help, but one of my people is a succubus, and she says you're all starving and that if we cut you loose, you'd assault and drain the first person you see."

"The issue is that I like the people I brought with me, and I'm the only one of the bunch that is guaranteed to survive a night with six starving succubi. There's a catch, though," I say, getting close enough to feel her breath on my skin. My voice drops an octave, and I continue softly. "If I... help you. If I penetrate very deep inside you. If I fuck you and fill you with my cum and my life-saving energy. You. Are. Mine."

Her eyes widen. I step back and say, "I have an ability very similar to a Master-Servant Testament, only it's a stronger bond. And it's automatic if I fuck someone. You will gain strength and much, much more from our bond, but the union formed is permanent. You will not be able to escape it. You will not be able to be with any other men or anyone not within the bond, for that matter. If you understand I have to ask you one question. Do you want me to save you?"

This is such a hollow gesture. It's the equivalent of asking a drug addict in withdrawal if they want the best drugs they've ever had, but the catch is they can only get more of these really great drugs, or any drugs at all, from me in the future. Only this is worse because they need the drugs I'm offering them to live.

She stares at me hard and occasionally licks her lips. Not in a sexy way, though with her appearance and bearing it was anyway, she meant it in a 'hungry' way. I smirk.

"I promise it will be the best meal you've ever had. My energy is pretty top tier, and I've heard my semen is as well," I say.

She strains against the bonds and leans forward as far as she can. Her eyes are getting a little wild. "Fuck. Me. Now."

"Well, if you insist," I say and pull my shirt up over my head. I look around once more at the now keenly focused women in the room. Even those that were before scared are staring at me like I'm the last piece of pie at a desert-lovers convention.

"Hey, Maria," I yell out. "I think we need a room like this only more comfortable at the house. Something for the girls like Akeno who enjoy a little bondage and S&M."

"Hurry. Up," the succubus in front of me says through pained breaths.

I smile my devil's smile. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm a big fan of foreplay," I say and drop to my knees between her legs. I drop a kiss on each of her legs before sliding my hands up and around her thighs. My hands climb higher, running over her hips to her waist and then circling back down to her thighs.

On my third pass, I rise onto my knees, trailing kisses up her inner thigh while my hands climb higher to brush the underside of her breasts. I kiss my way all the way up her inner thigh and over her vulva, feeling her shudder when my breath caresses the delicate skin. Her moan is low and resonant like a beast ready to devour its prey, but she's the prey this time.

I end up brushing against the small tuft of hair above her slit with the tip of my nose when I bring my lips to that sensitive little nub. The hair is surprisingly silky, almost closer to a soft rabbit or cat fur, instead of the more course human hair I'm familiar with. Although, barely only a few of the girls I've been with will maintain any sort of pubic hair.

I flick my tongue across the beautiful woman's love button before extending the motion and running the length of my tongue along the clit and down her slit, dipping into that honey-drenched trench and working it around the rim. Sucking on the treat, sliding my tongue over around, and driving it up inside to the keening ragged song of the horny succubus over and over until her gasps finally burst into half intelligible groans and moans.

"Oh! Dja-Ugh-Jus-Plea- Oh! Fuck! Just fuck me, please! " she shouts as her sweet succubus juice gushes over my mouth and her muscles spasm.

I work my way up her body dropping kisses every few inches along her stomach, punctuating each word I speak with a kiss. "But... I... haven't... really... warmed... up yet..." I say.

"Please!" she moans out, her head rocking like she's at the end of her strength. "You can do anything you want with my body later, but I need it, now! I need you inside me. Fuck me, please! Fill me up. Feed me!"

I coast past her beautifully suckable breasts regretting the lack of attention I've paid to them. Something I'll have to rectify in the future. Sliding a hand over one and up her chest to her neck and then to fist in the rabbit fur soft hair at the back of her head, I pull her head straight to look me in the eye as I line myself up with her cunt.

Leaning in close to her face, I run the tip of my tongue across her lower lip before whispering, "As you wish," and stand straight, driving my cock deep into her pussy, reaching the end of her love tunnel and feeling it stretch to accept more.

One hand guiding her hip, the other kneading a breast, I struggle to keep our lips in contact and roll my hips in a circular pistoning motion. She has no strength in her body right now, and if not for the restraints, I'd be tossing her around like a ragdoll.

Definitely not the best sex I've ever had, but this sort of passive submissiveness does tickle an evil little part of my hindbrain. If not for the genuine horrible nature of this forced submissiveness, i.e., starvation and threat of defilement and abuse, I could see this sort of game as erotic play. The princess is at the mercy of the evil dragon, but this dragon has no mercy.

My current princess, though, is entering the fourth body-wracking orgasm, and this time, I think I'll join her. I drop my other hand down to her other hip and start a fierce attack. I hope her body can take it because I have supernatural strength and speed, and I'm using them.

Her eyes shoot open, and the shuddering orgasm evolves into something more akin to a seizure, complete with a keening banshee-like wail. I slam mercilessly into her soaking-wet slippery sloshing cunt before finally releasing a groan when a wave of electric pleasure runs through my system and shoots burst after burst of cum deep within the steaming hot cave.

Once it's past, I take a step back to evaluate my patient's condition. She leans forward against the restraints panting, breasts heaving as a slow sensual smile manifests on her cherry lips and in her lust-filled eyes. "That," she pants. "Was amazing. What are you?"

"I'm Issei, the Red Dragon Emperor. It's nice to meet you. What's your name?"