I'm Stuck Managing The Hidden Village of Femboy Succubi 7

Our barns and stables saw a lot more human use than the uses they were originally intended to have, and this was no less ill fitting of an use for it.

My hand cracked down with the anger of a god of lightning, and the clap resounded just like thunder, followed by the screeching cry of sheer, undiluted pleasure and mind bogging ecstasy of a feminine and extraordinarily slutty succubus, the most slutty of them all in fact, their very ruler, Malon.

Possessing the ability to manipulate his looks, the Succubus Prince had given himself a rainbow mane of long hair, tied together in a multitude of tails, and had exchanged his usual leotard for a series of black leather straps all over his body.

His wrists were bound behind the small of his back, tied together with leather cuffs. Big metal rings stuck out from the cuffs and some of the straps on his torso, and to each of those rings was attached a leash that itself was tied to the ceiling of the room.

I raised my hand, and while conscious of everyone around me, I made it come down with just as much strength as before, impacting against the softest pillow of an ass, somehow managing to feel good to hit despite the strength and firmness of his cheeks.

His back arched, his head raised, his eyes widened and he screeched, "CUMMINGGGGHHH!!!" as he ejaculated with the strength of a tidal wave, his cum shooting out from a penis roughly the size of my ring finger, almost like a whitish-purple beam, glowing slightly, that hit the bottom of the milk bucket that had been carefully put under his crotch exactly where his dick was aimed.

"And that," I said, grabbing Malon's ass and squeezing it, "Is how you milk a bitch. Any questions?"

A woman raised her arm. "Are we allowed to, uhm, use our mouths?" she asked.

I looked at her. She seemed to be not just nobility, but high ranked at that. She had a masquerade ball mask that covered her features and makeup as well as hair dye, of course, nobles tended to at least try to hide their identity when they engaged in some of the more obscure services we offered.

"Certainly," I responded, squeezing Malon's butt as he panted.

The succubus responded with a slightly nervous giggle. "That felt way too good boss, you've been practicing?"

I have been playing a lot of that ball game that the idiot three invented, which has involved a lot of slapping a hard and heavy ball, so I guess my slapping power has increased noticeably.

Whatever, I turned back to the people, especially as a more humble looking man raised his hand.

"Should we use lube or is it okay to go in dry?" he asked.

I hummed, then stepped back. "I recommend lube, but in a pinch, just some spit will do," I explained, "some," I moved my hand so that I could push my fingers into Malon's tight butthole as he hissed in pleasure, rotating my wrist and curling my fingers, his dick twitched and another spurt of cock milk launched from it, his body trembling as I teased his prostate, "prefer it dry, but they all get wet really easily, so just stimulate them a little, and you can slide right in."

I really don't like being stuck here having to cover for the actual person who's supposed to be handling this, but Roderick had to go and come down with some sort of sickness that we can't even identify. It appears to just be a mild fever but I can't have him transmitting it.

The Succubi are basically immune to everything and can't even carry diseases as far as we know, at least no human ones, but it's still my responsibility to look after their health, especially knowing they're liable to forget to take care of themselves.

Buncha oversexed idiots, all of them.

"There's so much..." someone gasped.

I blinked. Oh, right, I was still teasing Malon's asshole, and his sexy, effeminate moans reached my ears as I kept playing with his bitch button. I began pumping my hand back and forth, and then I moved behind him.

"Succubi are multiorgasmic, they don't need to wait between shots, and they can never be truly satisfied or exhausted," I explained. "Feel free to get your money's worth, but remember, if your partner asks you to stop, you are obligated to stop immediately."

Adjusting my position, I undid my belt and let my pants drop, revealing my own length.

"Holy shit... That's bigger than my husband!" the noble lady gasped.

Well, I might not be super impressive, but I guess I'm not lacking at least. While still toying with Malon's asshole, I used my other hand to pump myself, making sure I was stiff and ready to go, before pulling my fingers out.

"Of course, their favorite is still getting fucked," I said, turning towards them, "but each stall will have the toys that each of the succubi enjoys, so try using all of them if you're curious," I explained, as I put the tip of my dick against the entrance to Malon's anus.

"Eheh, boss, you're so big and thick and hot," Malon moaned, any thoughts of presenting a dignified princely presence forgotten, "ahhn, you're definitely my favorite~♥!"

I snorted.

I bet he told every man that, the slut.

"Ohhh, shit, he looks like he's enjoying that so much... his ass is so nice and rounded!" one man exclaimed.

Biting his lower lip and sucking some air in through his teeth, another man was beginning to become impatient. "T-they won't get pregnant, right?"

"Zero chance," I said.

Succubi reproduction didn't work like that after all.

"Coincidentally, legally speaking, this is not considered adultery in any of the countries belonging to the Grand Alliance," I added, looking at the noblemen and woman in the room one by one, even as I sheathed myself fully in Malon's behind.

The man who was clearly about to take off gulped. "A-And, the, the milk, can we, after-"

"It's yours, that's part of the milking service," I said.

A... rather strange service, that was surprisingly popular. Milk a succubus.

The building it took place in was an old barn and stables combination building that was repurposed, the box stalls that the horses were once in had become cubicles for those with a perverted taste and more money than sense to pay to be given the privilege of milking a succubus... and well, their milk came out by sexually stimulating them to orgasm.

It was in line with most of the rest of our services, but I suppose that me being part of this village makes me care a whole lot less about this sort of thing.

I've known men and women both to go crazy for succubus semen. I mean, I know it tastes as good as it smells but the way you hear people talk about it, it was the very ambrosia of the gods or some dumb shit like that.

Personally?

I'm all about butts instead.

"So now that you are ready, feel free to choose a stall, and start milking the cow."

They all dispersed into the barn and each of them indeed went about choosing a stall. They were all open currently, so they could see each individual succubus and choose based on that preference, and they had full view of the toys, implements and any such things that they could use.

I pushed until I was fully within Malon again.

"Eheheh, did you miss me that much Will?" Malon asked, as I reached for the cuffs on his hands and undid them, the stall door closing as the last person left. I let him loose of the restraints, and then once he was free, put him against the wall, still sheathed inside him, his back against the stone wall of the stable as I captured his lips with mine, sticking my tongue in his mouth.

His hands grabbed onto my back and I could feel his fingernails digging in.

I had to use some creativity to raise his legs in such a way that I had good access to his butthole, and he complied by bending his back and putting his weight more against his shoulders so I had a good angle to start fucking his ass from below, pumping into him as we kissed, as I swallowed his saliva and fed him mine.

We parted, and I looked into his eyes, as he changed his coloration, from the rainbow to an aquamarine hue for his eyes and a darker blue for his hair. I slowed down a bit so that I didn't blow my load too early, unlike him, I actually have limits to how much I can fuck after all.

"What if I did? Would that make you happy?" I asked, my voice huskier, hungrier, than I intended it to be.

"Loads," Malon admitted freely. "Come on now, I need it so badly," he moaned in my ear, clinging to my body, resting his chin on my shoulder. I could feel the metal rings of his cuffs on my back as well. "I've missed you too, it's been so long since we fucked..."

Too long. I hate having to admit it, but having access to Malon's body whenever I want to is a far better perk of this job than I'm willing to admit.

My foot almost knocked over the cum bucket, and I chuckled.

So much for that.

"I'm going to make up for all of that right now," I said, as I moved like a two man saw team, pushing in and out with strength and purpose, rhythmically, but by no means slowly, gouging out his butthole and reshaping it to the shape of my dick.

"MHmm... yeahh, this is what it's all about," Malon moaned. "Keep going, like that, no, harder," he cried out, his hands almost clawing into my back as he bit down on my neck and shoulder muscles, giving me hickeys all over, sucking and licking the skin and muscle he was biting as if to soothe them.

I could barely feel the pain which faded quickly, it only made me fuck him even harder.

"I'm going to cum, I'll give you even more than what you put in the bucket," I groaned into his ear, pulling him off the wall and hugging him tightly, holding him in place as I increased my pace even more. My body moved automatically.

He clung to me and I to him and we met our bodies together, him thrusting his hips into my own as best as he could with the limited range of motion, until I finally burst, my cock exploding and filling his tight ass with heaping loads of thick babymaking cream.

More and more semen gushed into his cock as my body twitched, my balls almost hurt from how hard they were squeezing to force the cum out, and I could just about feel the sheer desire coursing through me for even more.

He pulled back enough that he could face me again, tilted his head and closed his eyes, and then we were kissing, roughly making out, as I realized that with my orgasm I had triggered his and he had cum all over my stomach, getting us both soaked in his lightly glowing semen.

Our kiss broke and I found myself panting for breath.

"Hehe, you think that those people would lick my cum off my stomach? I'm having a nice idea right now~ hmm, we've already had people eat food off of us, maybe we could offer up some special sauces too?" Malon said, wagging his eyebrows at me.

"You can't just put every single idea that comes across your head into practice," I chastised him, glaring at the slutty succubus prince.

"Of course I can't, that's why we have you guys," he said cheekily. "And besides, you know how much I love giving you more work, how else would I be able to bother you so you can't finish it?♥"

Based on some of the complaining I've overheard from nobles, I'm starting to think that rather than people, I'm actually the housekeeper for a bunch of slutty cats.

I think at this point I'd rather take the animals, at least those are fluffy and their fur feels nice to pet.

I looked down at Malon.

"You look intense, Will... what's on your mind?" Malon asked.

"Do you think you could pull off cat ears?" I asked, stroking my chin as I thought about it.

"... maybe?" Malon hummed.

I think I might just have an idea that could possibly make us a lot of money, considering how obsessed the nobility can be with their pets...