NOVPUBThe condom rolled in her mouth like a dare.
Dia gripped it between her lips, eyes locked on Leonhardt's cock—twitching now, fully hard, glistening, a vein bulging near the base like it wanted to break free of its sheath.
Too big...
She wanted it to hurt.
She wanted it to split the rubber open so she could feel the swollen, bulbous tip grind raw against her throat. She liked the heat, the taste, the risk. Her fingers dug into her own thighs as she lowered her head, the condom dragging across her tongue.
Please break… she thought, barely breathing.
It didn't.
It stretched.
The rubber strained and tightened as she eased it down with her mouth, inch by inch. It clung to the shaft, coating each vein, hugging the girth so snugly she could see the way his cock curved slightly upward beneath it. The material turned almost translucent under the pressure.
It was obscene.
Worse than anything she'd imagined.
And she couldn't stop.
Behind her, Asuka let out a low laugh. "Don't choke, little shadow. He's got more than just size."
Dia tried to ignore her, but her body betrayed her again. Her pussy clenched, a slippery thread of arousal trailing down her thigh and dripping to the floor with an audible pat. Her knees slid apart instinctively, her posture low, submissive. Her breath fogged hot around the base of Leonhardt's cock.
Then she pushed deeper.
Her lips parted wider, jaw aching, and the rubber-coated crown forced its way past her tongue. Her throat tightened—but she didn't stop. Not when her gag reflex kicked. Not when her eyes began to sting.
Gck—hhkk…!
A choking sound spilt from her throat, wet and messy. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, mixing with the thin sheen of lube and musk on his shaft.
She swallowed and tried again.
Gckkk… hrrk—nnph!
Her nose pressed against his skin, breath sputtering through her nostrils as the condom stretched taut under the strain. Her gagging grew louder, desperate, uncontrollable—echoing faintly in the quiet chamber.
It wasn't elegant.
It was lewd.
Humiliating.
Raw.
And her nipples were so hard they ached.
Dia pulled back with a loud, sucking gasp—slrrrp!—then shoved herself down again, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes, spit clinging to her chin.
Behind her, Asuka snorted. "You sound like a dog in heat."
Dia whimpered—but didn't stop. Couldn't stop.
Her throat clenched around the thick head, her tongue trapped beneath the condom's hot, slimy pressure. Every pulse of Leonhardt's cock made her flinch—he throbbed so hard she thought it might split open and pour down her throat anyway.
Please… let it break… let it split and fill me…
But it didn't.
Leonhardt remained silent.
Untouched.
Unmoved.
And Dia kept choking on the shape of her failure.
Dia didn't climb onto him.She turned her back instead—slowly, deliberately—and bent forward with trembling knees.
Her hands found his thighs first, then the base of the bed. She squatted carefully between his spread legs, her plump, heart-shaped ass rising into the air like an offering.
The air behind her grew hot. Heavy.
Leonhardt didn't help her.He didn't move.
But his cock stood waiting—glossed with spit, twitching, the condom still taut and glistening.
Dia reached between her legs with one hand, parting herself. Her fingertips trembled as she aligned the swollen tip with her dripping entrance.
"Ahh…"
The moment it pressed against her folds, she gasped. Her entire body jolted.
It was big. Thicker than she remembered. Angled upward. Alive.
And different.So different.
She exhaled shakily and began to lower herself.
One inch.
Two.
Her walls stretched—tight, unwilling, yet impossibly smooth.
"Haah… haaa… mmn—"
Her knees wobbled, but she kept going.
Until something coiled around her ankle.
Her eyes widened. "Wha—?"
Yank.
Asuka's tail gripped Dia's leg and tugged sharply.
Dia's balance broke—and she dropped.
SLAP.
Her ass slammed down against Leonhardt's thighs, cock plunging deep—too deep—penetrating her cervix in a single, brutal thrust that crushed into her womb.
Dia's mouth opened in a scream, but no sound came. Her lungs couldn't move.
The stretch was brutal. Instant. Her insides were torn open around him, a sudden bloom of impossible pressure flaring up through her pelvis and punching into her stomach like a weapon.
"Hhhn—AAHHH—AaaAHHHH!!"
Her eyes rolled. Her back arched.
She could feel him inside her.
Not just the shape—the pulse.
His cock twitched, and the sensation spread through the condom like a shockwave. Every vein pressed tight to her inner walls, pulsing with slow, monstrous thuds that made her muscles flutter helplessly.
The pressure hit her cervix, then beyond it.
It wasn't just deep. It was violating.Like something that wasn't meant for human women.
Maybe if Leon weren't an incubus, this might have been agonising.
But the scent of his body, his touch... even through the rubber, his pheremones seeped directly into Dia through her cunt.
Was this a saving grace for the young woman?
Pain became pleasure.
Pleassure became greater pleasure.
Her lower belly distended slightly, a visible curve rising just beneath her navel. Her body tried to reject it—and failed. It could only convulse around the sheer, merciless shape.
And then she broke.
Her orgasm crashed through her like a shattering spell—violent, messy, honest. Her pussy clenched in rhythmic spasms, juices squirting down his length, coating the base of the condom and soaking his thighs.
"I—I can't—ahh—haaAAHH—!"
She convulsed again, hands gripping the sheets, eyes wide in disbelief. Her head dropped back, her body twitching in place—locked on the cock that had just redefined her limits.
It didn't feel like pleasure.
It felt like she'd been claimed by a god and split by a weapon.
And still, Leonhardt hadn't touched her.
She was just there—stuffed, soaking, stretched to her absolute limit.
And the clock was still ticking.
Dia's hands slipped on the sheets.
Her arms were weak, her thighs trembling, her stomach still tight with aftershocks. The pressure in her womb hadn't eased. If anything, the shape inside her felt even bigger now, hotter, twitching again, a slow pump like it knew what it was doing to her.
Her pussy pulsed.
She whimpered.
'I should move… he said twenty minutes… I have to please him… I have to—'
She braced her palms, lifted her hips—just an inch—and dragged herself back down.
Schlk.
Her cunt made a filthy, wet sound as she slid over him again, stuffed to the edge of pain and still hungering for more. Her back arched, and she moaned—long, low, and helpless.
'Gods, I can feel every inch. Every fucking ridge. Every throb. It's… it's reshaping me.'
She bounced once. Then again.
And then rhythm took over.
Her hips began to grind, dragging the full length of his cock against her walls with a thick, squelching sound. She couldn't hold in her voice anymore. Every moan, every gasp, echoed with raw need—desperate, obscene, honest.
"Ah—haa—hah! It's too big—I can't—f-fuck—"
But she didn't stop.
She couldn't.
'Even with the condom… I want it. I want to feel it pulse inside me. I want to tear it open and milk him dry. I want it in my stomach—my womb—my heart—'
Asuka let out a lazy laugh. "She's riding you like a bitch... I am a little jealous..."
Dia didn't respond.
She didn't even hear her.
Dia's mind was full of Leonhardt.
His veiny shaft, the subtle throbbing, and his thick scent still filled her nose. She rocked her hips in frantic, violent bounces, letting her ass slap against his thighs. She rubbed her clit with two fingers aggressively, as her sticky juices coated his shaft, bouncing on him again and again until the bed beneath them was damp with her shame.
'Make me a hole. Make me your toy. Your servant. Just don't stop. Please, don't stop—'
But Leonhardt still didn't move.
He sat there, calm, eyes half-lidded, stroking Asuka's hair and groping Sylvie's breast with idle possessiveness.
And Dia… Dia was riding his cock like it was her last chance at salvation.
Dia's rhythm broke.
Her moans pitched higher, shaky and uneven as her soaked thighs slapped against Leonhardt's lap. Her walls were fluttering again, close to another orgasm, but it wasn't her climax she cared about now.
She felt it.
The twitch.
The thick, monstrous throb deep inside her.
Then—
"Hnn—!"
Leonhardt's cock pulsed, once… twice… then a flood.
"A-Ahh—!!"
Dia cried out as the heat surged into her.
The condom ballooned instantly, stretching inside her with obscene pressure. The rubber bulged out from her pussy, swelling like a knot of fluid, distorting her folds as though something alien had planted a seed too large for her womb.
She could feel it.All of it.Every pump.Every spill.The heat, the volume, the unholy amount pouring out of him.
The base tightened like a seal, trapping every drop inside her.
Dia trembled violently, twitching through a second orgasm that ripped through her with wet, broken sobs.
And still… he hadn't moved.
When she finally collapsed forward, panting against his thighs, the pressure inside her was unbearable. She twitched as the condom slipped halfway out, half hanging, bloated and messy with thick white fluid.
Leonhardt's voice came then. Calm. Cold.
"Take it out."
Dia turned her head, hair stuck to her cheek with sweat and drool. "M-Master…?"
His eyes were on her now. Finally, but they held no warmth.
"I said—take it out," he repeated. "And drink it."
Dia swallowed hard. Her legs refused to work. Her arms trembled as she reached down between her thighs and gently tugged.
The bloated condom dragged out with a thick, squelching plop, leaving her gaping, soaked, and twitching. It swung from her hand like a sack of seed, too full to be real.
'So much… it's hot… it's heavy… gods, it's still warm…'
She brought it to her mouth.
Bit the tip.
And drank.
The taste hit her tongue like fire and salt—rich, musky, addictive. She sucked the condom dry in full view of the women Leonhardt actually kept.
And when it was empty, she licked the rim.
"Thank you… Master…" she whispered.
She didn't realise she was crying.
But her smile didn't stop.
And the name Enzo had long since vanished from her mind... only that hanging weapon in her eyes remained.
This was the terror of the incubus race, once wiped out for their unique talent.
