Torment? Or Pleasure?

Oliver

"So, tell me little birdie, what do you know of a succubus?" I asked, a toxic smile dashing my face as my violet-pink eyes glared down with rapt mockery.

The only thing I got back in return was a harsh glare as his forest-green eyes shone with open defiance and anger.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, my cute little bird boy; what's with that look?" I spoke, my tone leaking with discontent.

His heated gaze soon fell away as I tightened my grip on his jaw, the fragile bone audibly groaning through his pale skin.

I didn't relinquish it until I saw what I wanted flash in his eyes: submission.

Unfortunately, it didn't stick around as it was quickly smothered again, rage overtaking, burying it back in the deep depths of his soul.

I didn't mind, however, as I was sure I could dig it out again with enough breaking.

Moving back to my original question, I continued. "So, by that naughty glare of yours, I'm going to assume you know nothing about my kind, or DNA benefactor if you want to get specific."

His harsh glare only continued.

Snickering, my lines went on. "Basically, my cute little submissive bird boy, a succubus is a creature of folklore, a myth once conjured up but people desperately seeking sexual companions. However, with the merging of worlds, that myth became truth, and creatures of insatiable lust were born, but not without a cost, as the creatures were born from a very dark version of the succubus folklore, one where they don't just lust, but hunger."

Despite his anger, I could tell Engel was paying attention, with his pupils giving away his curiosity every time they widened even a fraction.

Yet, even with his curiosity and anger, I could clearly see a burning and maybe dismissive question stonewalled behind my palm.

'Why should I care about that?' Or, in more fitting words, 'Why should I care about you, sociopath?!'

I could just hear him spouting those words with venom, rage tainting every syllable.

Drawing closer, my violet-pink orbs stared into his heated green ones before I repeated my thoughts. "How does this have anything to do with you? You might ask. Or, why should I care? You could say. Am I right?"

My queries were dead on as his eyes widened in surprise, before falling into demand.

Drawing myself closer, I took a nibble at his ear, chewing on it like it was a toy before I whispered into it.

"Well, you'd be right to think that it wasn't your problem or business; no, I'm the problem. You see, my parents were very well-off people, add that to the fact that they were in a cult, and you get a very loving pair of parents who like to experiment with sacrifices. They loved to please whoever they were worshipping, so much so that they'd turn their own child into a sacrifice if it meant pleasing them. And that they did; on a very dark night, they dragged their child out of bed and tried to inject them with an ancient and illegal gene-seed, one that would irreversibly change them into a monster."

It was odd, but I found the slight softening of Engels' gaze somewhat comfortable, however, I ignored it while continuing the story.

"Unfortunately for them, they didn't grab the right one from cold storage, and they turned the child into a lust-driven psychopath, said child then went on a rampage and ravaged them; ripping them apart piece by piece as a pink glow drained them of energy, leaving them nothing but dried out husks."

I contemplated stopping the story there, but Engels continued curiosity and the fact he didn't have a choice drove me forward; it wasn't every day you'd get someone to willing listen to your fucked up past after all.

"When that child woke, he was left scared, hurt, and alone. But he... no, 'it' was never one to rely on others, and so, with almost professional handling, he took over everything the cultist parents had, except for their worship, of course. The thing took over his parents' lives, there was not a single thing that was theirs that wasn't his. However, he could still feel something lacking even after things settled and the shallow wounds healed. What that was, he wouldn't come to know until... yesterday."

 Engels' confusion grew as I spoke, his stunning emeralds, almost completely losing the glare, as he found himself ensnared in the details.

 I let his ear be as I drew back, my own violet-pink eyes dancing and mixing with my original crimson as my own thoughts were in a jumble, their form running amok, trying to figure out how to tell him how he was involved.

 But, after a few seconds of stewing in indecision, I just gave up and decided to give him a demonstration; those always seemed to work well for me anyway.

 He didn't get time to react as the palm keeping him quiet left, making way for my lips to take its place.

 Almost immediately, his gaze darkened, and I could tell from his growing disgust that he was not a fan of Ya0i and did not seem to be a practitioner, even with all the signs pointing at him.

 The kiss was as deep as I could make it, but I couldn't use tongue, as his teeth would nash at it every time it approached.

 Unfortunately for him, this... confession, of mine, wasn't negotiable, as my left hand grasped his jaw before forcefully prying it apart; I didn't mean to dislocate it, but accidents like that couldn't be avoided when you were training your new pet.

 His angry yet pained eyes widened in vast discomfort as the accident happened, and I couldn't help but notice his dissociated reaction to something that would be very painful for most ordinary people.

 'Past experience, maybe?' were my thoughts as my tongue slipped past his gnashing defenses, its long form taking advantage of the newly formed gap the dislocation caused.

 I ignored how he gaged and just enjoyed myself, letting it explore an area of him that I'd most likely frequent from here onward.

 After a moment of it, I pulled away, my tongue staying behind just a bit longer to enjoy the warmth the oral provided before it too pulled out, leaving only a large strand of spit to leave us connected.

 I merely breathed, if a bit deeply, while Engel gasped for air, showing that his lung capacity could most definitely use some work before I could get to the more pleasurable uses his mouth could provide.

 However, my mind was almost shocked to a standstill when he ripped his jaw from my grasp before slamming it into the tone floor he was lying on, a satisfying pop following almost immediately after as he set his jaw again.

 Now, I could have just palmed his mouth again to keep him from using his voice, but I wouldn't; no, I refused. That level of dedication and will requires appropriate compensation, after all. It also helped that my more reasonable side was suppressing my lust for him and, in turn, my insatiable hunger for control, as the crimson flickering in the violet-pink turned solid for a few seconds before a more controlled fog filled my gaze.

 My thoughts and gaze were interrupted as Engel spoke, his anger palpable in every word.

 "You disgusting deplorable fuck! What the fuck is wrong with you!? Did you think just because you shared your oh-so-tragic backstory that I'd suddenly be sympathetic!? NEVER! Not for scum like you!"

 He was going to continue, but his compensation was up, as was my patience, and with both gone, my palm returned, buckling down on the remaining words he was trying to shout to the moon and back.

 My crimson eyes had fallen away again, leaving the metaphorical wheel to my lust and need for control as I leaned in, my voice dripping with lust.

 "Oh, how cute, my little bird has a mouth on him," I giggled, "But that mouth won't get you far with me, little one," I bit his ear again as I grunted the rest of the sentence through my teeth, "Because, I'm going to break you so thoroughly that you'd be hard pressed to recognize yourself in the mirror."

 I took no end of pleasure from the fearful chill that ran up Engels' body, its existence drawing a slutty chuckle from my vocals as I pushed him to his back before setting my naked form on his pelves, my ass using one of his thighs to grind.

  "Stay still," I said, looking down at him with controlled lust.

 My command drew anger, but most of all confusion as he looked at his body in betrayal, where it was once fighting to get free, almost fanatically, now it lay stock still as if bewitched by some invisible force; he wouldn't be far off if that was his thoughts.

 Without hesitation, I released the pink energy restraining before issuing him another command.

 "Lose the clothes," I commanded while backing off a bit.

 He could only look on with horror and rage as his own body began undressing him, slowly but surely revealing the slender and pale form that rested underneath them.

 "Stop," I said, my gaze locked onto the underwear he was wearing, its tight form leaving very little to the imagination as a notable bulge drew my lustful gaze. That was something I wanted to unveil myself.

 However, the stare was cut short, as Engel's voice, now accidentally freed from my grasp, roared to life.

 "You fucking perverted bastard! What did you do to me!? Why can't I move my body!?"

 I ignored his queries as I went back to grinding on his thigh, the acting making my already hard dick groan and twitch in anticipation.

 He didn't get to whine or complain about the act either, as my voided tail snuck around and gagged him, its heart-shaped tip shoved into his mouth as faint signs of it rocking back and forth scarcely showed.

 The feeling of its action sent a pleasant shiver up my back, making my already aching dick almost whine in pain, however, it wouldn't whine for long as I hopped off his thigh and made space in between his thighs, before ripping off his underwear and forcing both to spread apart as my pale hands greedily gripped them.

 It was when I was about to do the same to his ass cheeks that I got a very spicy idea, though maybe it would be considered humiliating to others.

 My eyes glinted with dangerous glee as I spoke up.

 "Spread them."

 Confusion filled his glaring green eyes before it shifted to burning disgust and fear as he watched his own hands spread his pale ass apart, revealing the tight anus it hid.

 The sight of its succulent pink flesh had me growing impatient, but not enough to forgo some foreplay as my digits danced and glided around the entrance, saliva from my mouth slicking them enough that it was like watching skaters glide on the court.

 It wasn't long after that one slipped in, its form soon followed by the others, each stretching it wider, with each one inside making Engels' muffled screams louder as he tried to force something through the gag, and I'd bet it was a plea for me to pull out, something I wouldn't be doing under any circumstances, as I quite enjoyed his anguish.

 Matter of fact, the cries only spurred me on, as my fingers folded inward, forming a fist that I then forced inside while I used Engel's newfound agony as motivation for the continued action.

 The fist began to pick up speed as it rocked back and forth, its form drawing out a disgusting sound every time it buried itself into his gut.

 It was when my forearm was about to enter with my fist that I halted, stopping my sexual torture as I felt it was enough for play for the moment.

 "Lift your hips," I said while kneeling in between his legs, my throbbing dick twitching as it grew closer to the entrance.

 The look of sheer terror on Engels' face as the gravity of what I was about to do to him was like candy for my eyes.

 I moaned as the tip of my dick met his heated swelling entrance, but that moan turned to full-blown growls as the tip entered, the tightness of his anal walls desperately trying to force the foreign appendage out amplifying the feeling of pleasure tenfold.

 It wasn't long before I was wholly thrusting into him, the length of my shaft being entirely consumed by the warm mass of his anal cavity.

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Engel

 'PLEASE! STOP!' I tried to beg, to scream out as my everything felt like it was burning, each thrust of his hips ramming into my ass sending hot waves of fire up my spine as salty tears flowed.

 However, my pleas were never heeded, only eaten as they were spoken directly into the pit of agony and misery swirling about at the forefront of my mind, the rapid currents drowning out the words with more of its main contents.

 But even those brief thoughts were soon tuned out, as the dick assaulting me grew faster, more violent, and far more painful.

 Each thrust felt like it was trying to rip me apart, as I could feel the walls of my anus split and tear, the new additions leaking deep red blood that coated the dick with each thrust and further proved the reality of what I was still trying to smother. I was being raped.

 The notion was absurd, ludicrous even, but, as I watched his dick thrust back and forth over and over and over again, it sunk in, leaving me a quivering mess as my eyes squinted in pain and sorrow, trying and failing to force myself to look away while a force unseen kept them locked onto the assault.

 I could feel myself start to hiccup as my sorrow grew, but even those were a luxury as the tail gagging me was making me gag, its pitch form dipping into my throat, making my already challenged breaths even more so.

 This was nothing short of torture.

 My everything halted as my back involuntarily arched, the feeling of Oliver's dick twitching inside me giving me an early sign of what was about to transpire.

 With a final, searing thrust, he dug the head of his cock as deep as it would go inside of me before I could feel something hot spilling out inside, its vast quantities filling my gut as tears of pure disgust and understanding flowed down my pale face.

 My disgust was forced to pure humiliation as the same liquid expelled from my dick, the white mirky stands landing on my stomach and chest as their existence felt like lava, but only in name, as it was my humiliation that fueled the burn.

 I snared my eyes shut before finally being able to force myself to look away, the unknown force keeping my gaze locked with the atrocity finally letting up.

 It wasn't long after that my mouth was given back to me, as the tail receded.

 The vocals were immediately put to use as my once-silent cries came to life, with their forms filling the empty and echoing room around us.

 My hands were freed next, as they immediately came to my aid, attempting to wipe away the near-endless stream of tears that seemed to come from thin air.

 Not long after, my legs were let free, however, they couldn't aid me, as they were trying to curl up, their now-bent forms quivering to match what I felt.

 Hiccups left my throat in plenty as my chest jumped and stopped with each one, it was so bad that I felt I was starting to suffocate, something that I was starting to think would've been preferred.

 My sorrow was interrupted as Oliver spoke over my despair.

 "I'm not going to lie, this has got to be the hottest thing I've ever seen; though, that isn't really saying much as this is my first time doing something like this, shocker, I know, the boy with the succubus genes was still a virgin, who could've guessed."

 I couldn't even feel angry as my lips tugged downward, marking a frown on my pale visage as I just looked away.

 Unfortunately, I wouldn't get a chance for respite as a tiny thrust from his dick reminded me that he was still buried inside me, its length still as hard as it was the first time.

 When I turned back to face him, I was met with the most malicious and predatory smile I'd ever seen, his violet-pink eyes slightly slit as he looked down at my stomach with hunger.

 "Wai-"

 My words were cut off as a violent thrust was rammed into me again.

 I was able to cry out in pain this time, as my voice pitched itself full of it, with that cry soon followed by another, and then a few more; there was no end to them.

 He'd started again, thrusting into me with just as much hunger and raw force as he did the first time, if only just a bit more gently, but that could just be a false belief.

 "Oliver, please..." was all I got to say before my voice was overtaken by agony.

 However, the half-plea only made it worse, as the smile of satisfaction that spread on his face when I said his name was telling of the damage I had just done to myself, even if it was indirectly.

 The thrusts became wild, uncontrollable, and hungry, with his piercing gaze now locking with my own pained one.

 I bit my lip in dismay as the process happened again; there was no point in trying to resist: his strength was triple mine, and he had that odd ability to take away my own body. If I was going to be raped again, then I'd rather have it happen under the illusion of control my body gave me.

 My crying had never ceased as my attempts at muffling my pained moans of pleasure fell through.

 I hated it, hated the fact my body was enjoying his dick, that it was starting to derive pleasure from being raped by him, combing through the humiliating pleasure it brought with vigor as it seemed to choose the parts and spots he hit that made it feel the best.

 But most of all, I hated how that pleasure was numbing my pain.

 With each thrust, slowly but surely shifting the burning and searing to something more pleasurable, something that drove my mind up the walls and my cumfilled gut up to my throat.

 It was leaving me hollow as I didn't know what to feel anymore; should I feel angry? Afraid? Happy? Disgusted? Or, Content?

 The mix was just too much, so I decided not to feel anything, to let my mind go numb, blank of thoughts, a bare slate, something that couldn't react to what he was doing to me. However, he didn't seem to care too much, with his eyes only shining with brief bits of disappointment before hunger consumed it.

 My notion fell through almost immediately, as a few seconds later his thrusts stopped, and with it the hunger, his now crimson eyes looking down at me with a bit more than disappointment, no, it was borderline sadness.

 His face leaned closer, but I made no move to retreat. He stopped inches away from mine before letting his lips playfully peck at mine, seemingly trying to test the waters that were my mind; he'd be getting nothing.

 After realizing he wasn't going to get a physical response, he spoke.

 "What's wrong?"

 'What's wrong?' he asks; there were a lot of things wrong, especially about the situation I was in now, and I had no reason not to tell him, so I answered.

 "Everything's wrong."

 His head tilted just a bit before repeating, "Everything?"

 I sighed. "Everything."

 It was an odd sight watching the previously psychopathic idiot bite his cheek in contemplation while his dick was still resting inside me, but it was made even weirder when he pulled it out, a satisfyingly loud pop signifying the action as took up rest next to me, just laying on his side as the crimson never flickered or wavered while locking eyes with me.

 "Wanna talk about it?" He asked like he wasn't just committing a crime, not even thirty seconds ago.

 'The gall...'

 "Why... why are you doing this to me? Why did you do this to me? Please, tell me, Oliver."

 He seemed a little surprised that I actually spoke, but he quickly brushed it off in favor of speaking an answer with a question.

 "Do you want the full rundown or the short version?"

I thought of it for a second before responding in a monotone voice, "Details, please."

 My forest eyes watched as his crimson flickered for the briefest of seconds before solidifying again, his tone now firm and less playful as he started regaling me with a story, or the rest of the picture, the version of him with pink eyes started earlier.

 "When I told you about how the parents accidentally injected the child with the wrong gene-seed, I wasn't lying; the gene-seed that they injected them with came from a particularly violent and controlling succubus, one that used to be known as Susano-o."

 My eyes widened as I recognized the name. "Isn't Susano-o a god? Are you trying to tell me your genes came from a god?"

 He chuckled before shaking his head. 

 "No, the succubus merely stole the name for itself not long after it came to reality. But, moving on, the gene-seed carried the same violent need for control, and so when the child found that out, they sought to control it, to make sure that lust for it wouldn't be the end of them like it was for the one they got it from."

 His grin dimmed as he continued.

 "Unfortunately, that route did not come without consequences, as it ended up creating a pseudo personality, something that wasn't exactly a separate personality but just another side of his own, a side filled with all his lust, hunger, and need for control. It was, in a sense, the gene-seed personified."

 With my own emotions settling, I questioned with curiosity, "So, when your eyes turn pink, that's when you are under the influence of those locked-away traits?"

 His tail slapped the concrete floor with content as he continued with a smile.

 "Ding, ding, ding, that's one point to my cute fleshlight!"

 I ignored the disgust welling up along with the fleshlight part as I continued, "So, what does that have to do with me?"

 He sighed, "Honestly, I don't know. So far, I've come to conclude that it has something to do with the fact that I wanted you."

 My confusion mounted. "Wanted me?"

 His smile merely grew as he continued. "Right, since the moment I laid eyes on you, I've wanted you, yearned even, but at the time, I refused to acknowledge that want, instead pushing it into the other side of me, with me even going as far to pursue another in an attempt to convince myself that I wasn't crushing on you; however, over time the crush grew and festered in the pot of stew that was the locked up traits, until it turned into an obsession, with that obsession breaking free just the other day, and with it, the newly forged traits all made in the image of you."

 The explanation was complicated and made my head hurt, so I only said one word in response, "Simplify."

 He giggled. "Right, so we can both agree that emotions like joy are mostly universal, with almost everything in the world, if put in the right frame, being able to make you feel it."

 I nodded as he continued.

 "Ok, now compress that feeling of joy down into a little compact ball and shove it in a cage with a single memory, item, event, or action, and let it simmer, what do you think happens after so long being stuck together?" 

 My eyes widened in clarity as I whispered, "They'd integrate into one another."

 He nodded, "Indeed, now take my crush on you and throw it into an inescapable pit full of the traits I locked away; what do you get?"

 I frowned in defeat as I realized the answer to my own questions.

 "You get an Oliver that is utterly overwhelmed by the desire to have and dominate me; to consume everything that I am until I'm nothing left but his: a psychopath."

 His smile didn't drop as he shifted onto my stomach, his bare ass rubbing itself against it as it used my cum as a lubricant.

 Looking up, I was not happy to find that his eyes had shifted again, swirling into the manic gaze it had been when he was rapeing me as opposed to the gaze of clarity and somewhat sympathetic it was when they were crimson.

 "So, little birdie, now that I'm done with the little lore drop, why don't we get back to the fun part?" He spoke with a schoolgirl giggle.

 I dread the words he spoke, as I didn't want to face the reality that I was starting to enjoy being fucked, raped by the sociopath on top of me as he sat on my dic-

 My thoughts halted as pure bliss overrode everything.

 Everything was blurry with pleasure as my length was buried into his ass, the cavity of which felt like it was burning me with the sheer heat it was producing.

 I didn't even get time to comprehend what was happening before he started bouncing on it, the smack of his ass against my pelves sending echoing plaps throughout the empty space around us.

 My moans weren't even impaired this time as they rang out freely, something I'd be mortified about after, as right now the pleasure was just too much to humanly endure, with it growing so bad that I didn't even realize when I swapped potions with him, his form now back down being fucked in the ass as I willingly thrusted into him.

 His moans drove my thoughtless mind to drive harder and even faster; so much so that I could feel my fragile hip bones start to ache in dismay, but my lust was blinding, so they were subsequently ignored.

 However, there was a difference between us, with that being the fact that he could keep his mind in check enough to form coherent words while the deed was in the process.

"My," he grunted, "You're a feisty little thing," another grunt and moan, "Aren't you."

 His fingers and legs had wrapped around me, with his fingers digging into my soft back as he continued to moan and yelp in pleasure.

 His fingers were deep, almost reaching the back of my ribs, but the pain was used to fuel the lust burning in me, causing my already solid thrusts to double in force and yield, as his words were starting to slur, with his gaze fogging not long after.

 The final straw for me was when his mouth met mine, its soft and tender flesh pulling the final string of pleasure as my hips buckled into him, with a few extra thrusts to drown my dick as deep inside as I could before a flood of seamen was released inside.

 Olivers breathes stuttered as he moaned into my mouth, his own dick throbbing and climaxing as I continued to fill him with my thick cum, the quantity of which was starting to seep out the seal around my dick, painting my bare pelves with a little of the same warm liquid pooling inside of him.

 Our bodies twitched and writhed in ecstasy as our kiss deepened, with his tongue sliding in and wrapping around mine as they played together, but not for long, as he eventually pulled it out, letting us have time to breathe and regroup, something I immediately wished he didn't do, as clarity over the situation returned to me.

 Looking down at the dick I still had buried in him, I couldn't help the groan of dismay that left my vocals, its noise drawing his attention as he realized that I finally realized what I just did; it brought nothing but a playful mile to his face as if he was asking me to continue.

 I did no such thing as I just laid my head on his chest and let consciousness leave me; this day and its problems could go fuck themselves as I was too done to deal with them.

 I did not enjoy how my head was stroked, I didn't, I swear.

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Narration

 As Oliver and Engel finished up their, rape? Reverse rape? Situation, we look back at the three monsters on a plane, their passengers having since been mutilated because Alice found every single one of them annoying, and downright stupid.

 Nyx did indeed have to learn to fly a plane in the middle of the flight, as even the pilot wasn't spared, and in the middle of all this chaos was Claire, her Wendigo-like form happily munching away on one of the passengers as she contentedly watched Alice devour the rest.

 Moving over to our favorite student-teacher relationship, we find that Abbie is in absolute panic as he tries to press a barbed mantis blade back into his forearm, the appendage having popped up during a self-study session with Ms. Circle, though, suppose that isn't self-study anymore.

 On her part, Ms. Circle stood to the side, watching with a tired gaze as something else popped into their lives with unexpected vigor.

 She took solace in the fact that Abbie looked cute when he was panicking.