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"Nnnggghhh... Wh-what do you want... You bitch..." He groaned out.

"An answer," she replied, her voice soft and sultry despite the sadistic words she spoke, "I want to know what you value more... Your pleasure... Or your spine?"

"Wh-what do you mean?" He asked.

She answered with a cruel smile and drove her mouth back down on his cock, swallowing it up to the base and drooling against his balls. A normal woman wouldn't be able to speak, but he had learned by now there was nothing normal about her, and it could hardly surprise him when he heard an answer in his head despite no apparent way for the words to come.

"You'll see soon enough."

He didn't know what she meant by that, but she didn't give him much of a chance to wonder, as she wrapped her tongue around his shaft and began to lick and twist her tongue as if she was worshipping it. He couldn't muster a response, either, he could barely muster the strength to remember his name and what they were meant to be doing here. She was so good at this, so skilled and confident, that it almost made the pain he'd gone through so far worth it. He was losing, of course, and in agony, but in truth, if everything stopped here, he wouldn't mind the experience so much.

"But it won't," replied her voice in his head, "It doesn't stop here. It stops when your heart does."

He tried to answer her, but he couldn't, and she sucked harder. He felt her saliva pool around his thighs and crotch, soaking him, and turning his comeback into a moan of arousal. She was so hot, muscular yet feminine, the perfect sexfighter, and yet... Yet so dangerous and frightening as well. As awful as it was to consider, the woman on his cock seemed more monster than seductress right now, she was beautiful yes, but beneath that beauty was a sadist who took as much pleasure in demeaning, dominating, and destroying him as... As, well, as he had planned on taking in doing the same to her. Right now, though, all thoughts of defeating her seemed to be fading. Even thoughts of responding to her were fading, as she seemingly absorbed his power with her mouth.

She chuckled as she held him down, hands on his thighs and tongue slurping and surrounding his cock.

"Do you like it?" She asked.

He tried not to answer, but he couldn't help himself, it was like her blowjob had somehow wormed its way into his mind, not just his cock and body. Without even wanting to, without the words even passing through the filter of his mind, he groaned out "Ohhh, fuck yes."

She laughed again, the sound vibrating around his cock, and making him whimper for her. She had shown already her utter mastery of his body, to hold him down and milk his balls dry, but she was showing him the complete control she had over his mind now too. She drove her mouth down, took him deep in her throat, then pulled back to the tip and let it out with a low pop. She dragged her tongue around the tip, revelling in his struggles and weakness against her.

"Do you want to cum?" she asked, and he simply closed his eyes, shaking his head and doing his best to not just give in and answer the question the way they both knew he wanted to.

"It's okay, little hyena, I know the answer," she murmurred, the voice coming even as her mouth kept up its full attack on his shaft, "I know you want to cum. I'm just interested in how bad. Do you want to cum more than you want to be able to walk?"

The question was not exactly a comforting one, nor, at the moment, one he quite understood. Unfortunately, one of those things would soon change. As she pulled his hips closer to her mouth, increasing the intensity of her suckling along his cock, she began to stand, lifting his hips and entire lower body off the ground. At first, he thought it was just another bit of dominance, showing off her might both physical and sexual by stacking him up on her shoulders, but he soon found out that it was much more than that. Without missing a beat, she pulled on his lower body, and lifted him straight up into the air, until he was practically in a handstand position, his head hanging down between her legs.

"Up you go now~" She taunted, and jerked him up harder. It was a rapid pull, and he felt himself raised higher, until he was sitting on her shoulders in an old-fashioned powerbomb position. If he had been seduced into forgetting about her might by her erotic talents for a moment, he was quickly reminded of just how physically powerful the muscled maneater was as she worked his cock like a toy with her skilled mouth. It was hard for him to even conceive of how she could be so powerful. On the other hand, that was only partially because of the overwhelming might she was showing. With the skill her mouth was showing working him over like a bitch, it would be hard to conceive of even the simplest of ideas, he just couldn't focus.

He didn't know why she had brought him up here, but he knew that he had to get down, and fast. He reached down and grabbed her head, trying to force it away from his cock. It did nothing to slow his relentless progress to orgasm, it did little more than give him a slight feeling like he was fighting back. Even that, though, felt like it was little more than an illusion he was clinging onto as desperately as he was her ears. The mighty woman's mouth seemed to completely absorb and overwhelm his manhood, and he was as much trying to grab onto anything to divert his attention from the pleasure he was feeling in the moment.

He was gritting his teeth so hard he could swear they were beginning to crack, and drool began to fall from his lips as well as hers as he battled helplessly against the pleasure she forced into his body. He was sure that whatever her reason for lifting him was, he wouldn't enjoy the trip back to the ground, and he shook his head as he pumped into her mouth and tried to force her to overbalance. Of course, she was too powerful for that, too stable, and way too good at what she did.

Not only did she manage it, continuing the erotic assault mouth-to-cock and keeping him on her shoulders, but she did even more than that. While he was twitching and trying to force her to back off, looking even more weak and beaten than he was feeling, she began to easily start her stride away from his front hall, towards the door to the kitchen.

"Wh-what... Aaghhhh... Wh-what aaahhhh... Ahhhhhhhhhre... Ngggf, ahhhh... Are y-Oh fuck! FUCK! Aghhh! Oh fuck, what are... NNNGGGGG!"

Her assault on his shaft prevented him from actually choking out the question, but whether by reasonable guess or the same mystic power that let her talk to him with her mouth stuffed with cock, she was able to respond to it anyway.

"I told you. I'm finding out what you value," she answered, the ability to keep at his cock meaning that she didn't have to pull her lips back for even a moment, didn't even have to breathe to answer him. His shaft was already swelling to the point it practically filled his mouth when she stopped by the stove, and turned to face it, with him perched helplessly on her shoulders with his back to it, "Your mobility, or your need to cum... It's simple, hyena... Hold onto your cum... When your seed hits my throat... Your back hits the stove."

He groaned out, trying harder to clutch onto the muscles in his cock that let him hold the flood back, but her tongue easily twirled and danced around his trapped shaft. He tried to pump his hips a little, flex out the cock and push back at her tongue, maybe find some sort of control here, but he certainly wasn't going to be able to take control of a woman like this as long as his cock was in her mouth. His only chance was to try outlast the blowjob, hold back his cum as long as he could, until he found some chance of escape.

He couldn't see one, though, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to take the opportunity if he did. She was attacking his cock, and every effort he made to hold back was being bashed away as easily as if he was a mere rookie. It was only the fear of what she would put him through if he came - And even worse, what she would do after the slam - That was letting him hold on to mount some level of defense, however pitiful, against her assault.

He began to pump his lips however much her hold would allow, simultaneously clutching tighter on her ears and driving her back and forth on his shaft as well, trying to at least gain some control of the rhythm and make it harder for her to bring her tongue against his weak points and slash away his stamina.

Not that it was making too much of a difference. His best efforts, most overwhelming thrusts or hardest tugs to force himself down her throat or back in her mouth might as well have been light gusts of breeze. Her tongue had no trouble shooting down the moving target his cock presented, and soon his eyes were rolling back, and he was simply tensing his muscles, feeling drool dripping onto his chest now and matte it down as he fought for a few more seconds against the untouchable stamina-killing machine of her mouth.

"Poor little hyena," she laughed, and while she didn't make a word the laughter nevertheless vibrated along and over his shaft, making things that much worse. While he tried to back off of the razor's edge of orgasm, her twisting tongue and suckling mouth seemed to toy with him. All his best efforts and he might as well not have tried, and not only was she forcing him to the edge, her laughter was teasing him, not enough to send him over but more than enough to torture the shaft, making instincts buried too deep to understand the danger scream at him to give up and give her his seed.

"Mmm, you're fighting so hard, it's cute... But you're not man enough to stand up to me. Your cock is my plaything, little pup."

He whimpered as she continued the assault, feeling his cock eagerly flexing and twitching, desperately trying to stop the cum from flowing out of the tip.

"Nneed.... To... H-hold back..." He wasn't even sure he actually got the words out or just thought he did, what he heard from himself was as much a whimpering gurgle as a sentence. He felt like his orgasm had already started as her attack continued.

"You can try praying," she answered, and if she had been planning on saying anything else, he interrupted her with his helpless orgasmic cry, as his cock exploded and filled the vixen's mouth with seed. He didn't get to enjoy the orgasm, though, as she quickly drove him down, slamming his back against the metallic corner of the stove.

He felt the bones of his back shatter on impact, his spine smashing against the metallic stove corner. The pain was too great even for him to be able to scream, and mixing it with the pleasure of an orgasm sucked from his balls by one of the hottest mouths he'd ever experienced, one of the hottested he'd ever even thought of experiencing? The combined sensations were too great for him to even properly process.

He fell to the ground, twitching and shaking as she stepped over him. He tried to raise his arms or legs to stop her but he couldn't, he couldn't do anything now, his vertabrae were little more than loose shards, some poking through the skin. He could only watch in horror as she positioned her pussy above his shaft, and slowly started to lower it. He didn't know what exactly she would be capable of doing with it, but seeing as this seemed to be the way she intended to end this battle... He feared that tiny wet hole between her legs more than a thousand powerfull warriors.

"It won't help," she continued as she swallowed his shaft, pressing her hands to his pectoral muscles and pushing him into the ground, "I just prefer religious men," she murmurred and he felt the muscles that lined that gorgeous hole seem to twist around his shaft as she laughed at his predicament, "It's so fun to break a man's faith along with his cock."

There was no question how that could happen, with the tightness he felt inside her. He'd been in plenty of women, he was an exhibition sexfighter, after all, that wasn't a job often held by virgins. He'd never been in one like this, though. It was a tiny blessing, at least for his dignity, that he didn't manage to raise his arms. It saved him trying to decide whether he wanted to force her off or pull her down harder.

She could see the conflict of feelings in his eyes, though, and she pulsed down on his cock with her pussy muscles, squeezing and massaging perfectly. Of course, those muscles were still muscles, and he could feel their power as well as their pleasure... It was like kisses from a giant friendly dog, you could feel the power, even when it wasn't trying to hurt you, and you knew it wouldn't take much of a change in tact to go from pleasant to a painful horrorshow.

"Now please, weak little man, try to hold back. I'm hoping to destroy the world's most powerful cocks, I would hate to think that I've waited for so long, let the men of the world grow stronger again, only to have something like this as the representative of what manhood has come to. I waited so long for this harvesting, too long to discover a blighted crop."

When she was done, she began to assault his cock with her inner muscles, showing him just how right his assumptions about what she was capable of had been. He tried to clench down with his own kegels to hold back and stop the flow of cum, but she just tossed her head back and squeezed harder. Her cunt went from a hot wet pit, to a high-powered pump, to a chamber which kept his shaft squeezed tight and yet assaulted it like a helpless featherweight fighter trying to challenge a heavyweight. He had the strength of years of sexfighting to resist her, and yet he might as well have not bothered. Only his pride compelled him to try to stand up to her pussy - And as many men learned when they were brought inside her, pride could be broken.

He gave it all he had, but he was helpless against her. His orgasming was rushing on him like an inevitable tidal wave, and his cum was about to flood her pussy like the streets of a coastal city. The veins and muscles on his neck stood out against his skin, as he tried to last just a few milliseconds more, but even that proved futile.

"Poor little man," the vixen laughed, "Never had a chance. Cum in me, hyena, cum and die!"

His cock obeyed her command, at least the first part, blasting into her. Never in his life had he been forced to orgasm so many times in a row, never had he lost a contest in anything close to that manner, and yet despite that he came as if it was his first orgasm in years. His whole body seized and shook beneath her, his shaft eagerly feeding her hungry pussy every drop it had, then giving more that he didn't even realize was in him. All the while, her abs rippled and her cunt muscles pulsed, powering pleasure into his cock harder and faster than he had ever imagined. He heard his heart beating in his chest rapidly, as if it was an excited drumroll, while her pussy sucked more cum out with ease.

The longer the orgasm continued, the harder his heart beat, filling her up faster, more, more, giving practical gallons of cum to the maneating bitch on top of him. He could scarcely believe that much seed even existed in his cock, but the feeling of it dripping out of her pussy and back down his shaft, soaking his balls, told him all he needed to know.

The orgasm stopped, or at least the shooting of cum, but somehow the pleasure never ceased. He was seeing stars in his eyes, being overloaded by pleasure, and even smelling the distinct scent of something burning. It wasn't his body, though, and she had done nothing else. Somehow, it was something in his brain, as if it was shorting out from trying to process too much sensation.

Y-you... B-bitch... AGhhhh!" He cried out, barely able to form the words, "H-how?! Agghhhh!" Tears streamed down his cheeks as she continued the assault. She was doing more than outfucking him, more than overwhelming him... This bitch was murdering him with her pussy!"

"How?" She asked, "I'm a succubus, boy. You're fucking a succubus. You poor dear, you never had a chance."

He whimpered, his eyes rolling back, and the drool coming from his mouth began to froth and turn to a copper taste as she destroyed his body. At least he had a comfort that it was magic, a small comfort but a comfort nonetheless, knowledge that at least he hadn't been truly defeated, this was some cheap trick, if he died it still would be as a man who'd not been outfucked, just overpowered by some demon, not sex.

At least he held that comfort for a moment, until he heard her voice in his mind again, somehow reaching him through the unending flashes of light he saw that blinded him to all else.

"I'm sure you can't hear me speak by now, so I'll tell you like this. You're wrong. We have greater strength than you mortals, are of course a little stretchier, but I can't simply drain you with a spell. This isn't a trick. Succubi feed off the pleasure and the suffering, not some abstract energy. Your cum is just cum, and this pussy is incredible, but it's just a pussy. A pussy that is greater than all you are. And a pussy that's about to kill you. I see your eyes have started bleeding now. Die in it!"

He couldn't tell for sure that his eyes were bleeding, but he believed her. She hadn't lied so far, at least not about what she was doing to him, and he didn't expect she was starting now. Aside from the mystic sound of her voice being pumped directly into his mind, he could hear nothing now, nothing but a loud ringing. The flashes of light he had seen had become an unending, blinding light show. Something in him told him he was struggling for breath, gagging and drowning in his own saliva. As horrific as the images most had of succubus death might be, the truth, as he was learning, was far worse. There was no slurping and weakening, just overwhelming pleasure, pleasure that grew and grew until the body broke down in a helpless attempt to keep up. Succubi didn't mystically drain you like in cheap pornos, they simply - Literally - Fucked you to death.

The sensations were even more amazing than the stories said as well, not that he could have hoped to put them into words. Even if his body didn't break, he would never have been able to function again after feeling pleasure like this. It was indescribable, her pussy's assault on his cock finding all the best ways to destroy it and him. The closest description would be something like a post-orgasmic overstimulation, but even that wasn't quite right. That could be almost painful, there was no pain here. This was all pleasure. All pleasure, and only pleasure. Pleasure that seeped through the body like a poison, shut off nerves and brain cells, and left a man a seizing, broken corpse beneath her. He didn't get to think for his last moments, he just felt too much... And then was gone, not even able to feel the relief of too much becoming nothing.

For her part, she just looked down at him. He had been a proud, strong sexfighter when they started, but now he was nothing. She had snapped his spine and choked him, but it looked like she had done far worse. Her primary assault had been pleasure, but you wouldn't know that to look at him. His eyes had rolled back and blood poured down his cheeks like tears, and from his mouth as well. Purple bruised splotches covered his body. They were bruises, but not from her physical assault. His body had, in its destroyed, overstimulated state, done this to itself. His muscles had spasmed so hard they ripped, snapped, or bashed blood vessels. He had only cum, and seized beneath her, but he looked like he had been beaten to death.

She pulled off his shaft, and let the seed pour over him, an ocean as if a hundred men had been milked in her and not just one. The nature of his death would be hard to understand, which was good for her. He wouldn't be the last she killed, and it did spoil the fun when they saw it coming.