Release That Succubus

Raising one of her legs into the air again while holding her thigh, he adjusted the tip of his fully erect spear to the entrance to her cave again. 

Luna did not have the time to grasp what was happening to her or was about to happen to her as she was still reeling in the sensations from before.

She then felt it go inside of her and go deeper without much resistance as her leg was raised high into the air. All the resistance her pussy walls had to offer in the beginning were juiced down by the lewd fluids gushing out of her cave endlessly like a never-ending spring.

Luna's half-closed eyes opened wide at the insertion as she screamed with pleasure every time his spear stabbed deeper and deeper into her. 

Every fiber of her being was soaking in carnal bliss, every nerve in her body was travelling carrying small jolts of electricity representing pleasure leading to her muddled state of mind and confused expression.

At the same time, Zach spilled his second load inside her warm pussy that embraced him so affectionately, wrapping around his dick softly as if begging it to spray her insides with its creamy milk and paint the folds of her moist pussy with white color.

Zach grunted like an animal as he finished spraying his dick cheese inside her. There was satisfaction on his face and his chest was heaving up and down as if he had just finished fighting a physical battle of the highest caliber.

On the other hand, Luna was in no position to do anything at all. She was frozen on top of his chest, her heavy mounds pressed against his chest as her legs twitched from time to time. 

Her lower half seemed to be the only portion of her body that was still capable of some kind of movement even if it was involuntary as well.

Luna's eyes rolled upwards behind her eyelids. Water was leaking out of her eyes, and drool was dripping down from the tip of her tongue that was sticking out a bit out of her slightly opened mouth. 

But the expression on her face was far from being hideous. It was radiating pure and unadulterated joy. It was an expression that indicated fulfillment of the highest order, a fulfillment that a woman could only dream of but never achieve in her lifetime.

Luna urged her still sensitive body to absorb as much energy as it needed from the well of energy that Zach had drilled deep inside of her. She could probably use that amount to sustain herself for a long time. After all, before meeting Zach, she had been surviving on the most limited amount of sustenance.

Even though she was a succubus, there was a limit to how much energy she could absorb at a time. She could be full too. Therefore, any excess energy in her body was bound to go to waste. 

As such, Luna wanted to try her best to not waste Zach's tasty treats for her and devoured everything she could.

The effort left her brimming with energy and a little hot in the body due to the accumulation of all that energy that she could barely withstand. She burped loudly in an unladylike manner. It was far too drastic a change from her usual personality. 

Despite her usual lack of restraint and a complete lack of shame regarding her race or charm techniques, Luna maintained a graceful and ladylike demeanor. Even with her succubus nature and abilities, she carried herself with a certain elegance and poise, displaying a refined and dignified presence that transcended the stereotypical expectations associated with succubi.

The only reason she had forgotten her manner was because she was too full and because she had been unable to control herself. 

While she was bursting with energy, Zach was the exact opposite. His chest was heaving heavily as if there was a heavy weight placed in the exact center of his chest that was making it difficult for him to breathe. He looked like he would pass out the next moment but was too unwilling to stop right there.

With cum leaking out of her pussy she rolled off his chest and laid down beside him with her face staring up at the polished wooden ceiling that was screaming luxury with its every fiber. Obviously, a place that one of the top families of the city built was not going to have third class materials used in its construction.

Zach's chest rose and fell violently as he panted for breath while Luna was busy locking up her thighs so as to keep Zach's precious cheese from leaking out too much. She wanted to keep it inside her for the longest time possible.

After a few minutes, she was done digesting the greater part of the energy that was threatening to tear her body apart and brought her condition under control. By then, Zach had also gotten a hold of his runaway breath and had managed to sustain a steady breathing rhythm like that of an athlete.

Luna rested her head on her hand and raised herself up on her elbow as she laid on her side to look at Zach who was saving her seductive image in his eyes as he assumed a position very similar to her.

"It must have been hard." muttered Luna sympathetically as she tried to understand what Zach might have gone through as he tried to establish himself in an unknown place while taking care of the entire Luther family and her comatose self. She couldn't imagine how much self-reproach he might have undergone for not being able to save her in the first place. 

Even though he hadn't said it out loud, she knew the kind of person he was, and she could somewhat guess his mental state accurately.

"It wasn't hard at all..." answered Zach in a straightforward manner but before he could say anything else to reassure her further, Luna burped involuntarily. The burp was loud enough and long enough to startle Zach.

As Luna blushed, the warmth of embarrassment crept across her cheeks, caught off guard by the unexpected release of her burp. Her momentary lapse in composure left her feeling exposed and self-conscious, the realization of being caught in the act weighing on her.

Contrastingly, Zach's laughter filled the air, a stark departure from the serious tone that had dominated just moments ago. Luna's embarrassment, juxtaposed against Zach's amusement, created a scene where vulnerability met lightheartedness, highlighting the unpredictability of the moment and the humor found in the unexpected.

Luna, with a face still tinged with redness from embarrassment, lifted her gaze in response to Zach's laughter. 

However, instead of joining in the shared merriment, her expression shifted to one of mild indignation. The laughter of the person she loved, though good-natured, stung her pride a bit. 

The vulnerability of being laughed at in that moment, even by someone so dear to her, stirred a hint of frustration and a touch of playful protest in her eyes.

As Luna's gaze bore down on him with a hint of indignation, Zach felt a peculiar mix of vulnerability and recognition. 

There's a universal truth that men, especially in the presence of the women they love, could find themselves instinctively cowering under such stares. 

It was as if a switch had been flipped, and the atmosphere shifted from laughter to a nuanced dance of unspoken dynamics.

In these moments, women held an undeniable power, a gaze that spoke volumes without uttering a word. 

Men, even those with the best intentions, could suddenly feel like they had committed a transgression. The weight of a woman's disapproval, especially when intertwined with affection, carried a unique intensity that made men pause, reflect, and often retreat into a stance of humility. 

Zach, caught in the crossfire of Luna's gaze, recognized this age-old truth, his laughter silenced and replaced by a subtle acknowledgment of her authority in that brief, charged moment.

Zach, in this scenario, proved no different from countless other men who found themselves navigating the delicate dynamics of love and relationships. 

Despite Luna still addressing him as Master, the unspoken evolution of their connection had propelled them far beyond the boundaries of their initial roles.

The transformation of their relationship had shifted the power dynamics, making Zach susceptible to the nuances of Luna's emotions. 

The title of "Master" still lingered between them, a vestige of their past interactions, but the emotional landscape had grown more intricate. It reflected the subtle dance of affection, understanding, and the uncharted territory that came with deepening feelings.

In those moments, even Zach, with all his experiences and knowledge, found himself navigating the uncharted waters of love, where emotions held the reins and titles faded away into the background.

Their eyes locked in a silent exchange for a few heartbeats, a connection that transcended words. 

A shared understanding passed between them, an unspoken acknowledgment of the intricate dance their relationship had become. 

As if trying to contain the laughter bubbling within, both Luna and Zach pursed their lips, a visible effort to stifle the impending eruption of mirth.

However, the allure of shared joy proved irresistible. Their attempts to restrain themselves gave way, and the laughter they had been holding back burst forth simultaneously. 

The air was filled with the harmonious sound of their laughter, a shared moment of levity that washed away any lingering tension and deepened the connection between them.

Zach's laughter, unbridled and infectious, reached a point where it transformed into fits of coughing, each spasm interrupting the merriment.