From Goblin Slave To Giga-Daddy: A Goblin's Guide to Getting a Harem Chapter 111: Rewarding a Succubi!

Rae shut his eyes for a mont, letting out a shaky breath as her hot, wet tongue barely grazed the swollen tip of his cock.

No matter how many tis Alice had been on her knees for him, this feeling, this exact spark of heat and pleasure, always made his brain lt into bliss.

’But not yet. Not yet.’

She needed to be teased, denied, wound up so tight that she’d break the mont he finally gave in.

With a swift shift of his hips, he leaned back just enough to pull his cock away, making it hover just above her lips, so close she could feel the heat radiating off it.

Lyra had leaned up again, eager for another taste, her mouth parted, tongue already glistening, but he didn’t let her have it.

Not yet.

Instead, his hands slid down, warm and firm as they cupped her breasts, fingers sinking into the softness, lifting and kneading like he was sculpting sothing divine.

Her eyes, however, were glued to the thick shaft just inches from her face, hypnotized by its movent.

Then—pinch.

He caught her nipples between his fingers, pulling them up before giving them a slow, twisting tug.

"Aah~"

The sound left her lips without thought, without restraint, just raw, needy instinct.

Her mind wasn’t thinking anymore. Just that image. That cock. Those hands.

"I need to work every inch of you, Lyra, or else... you’ll have performance issues."

His fingers trailed down, brushing over her lower belly, teasing just above her folds.

"I need to make sure every last impurity gushes out of your sweet little pussy..."

Rae spoke to her now like a man, not like so dumb little goblin.

No broken words, no act. Just him. Calm. Confident. In control.

Why should he pretend anymore?

Lyra wasn’t the sa woman she used to be. No longer the uptight, righteous magic-knight or whatever fake title she clung to.

No, she was a full-blown succubus now. A gorgeous, starving, repressed succubus who had no idea how badly she needed what was right in front of her.

And what did succubi really crave? Not romance. Not long walks under the moonlight.

Just a damn good fuck. A cock worthy of worship.

Lucky for her, Rae had exactly that. The kind that made her eyes glaze over and her body betray her—bit by bit, drip by drip.

’I need to make her more edged... string her up tighter... make her beg.’

He leaned in and laid the full length of his cock across her face, warm and heavy.

His thick sack settled on her forehead like a crown of sin, his personal throne right on her face.

She twitched under him, breathing in his scent, lips parting instinctively as her tongue tried to sneak out for another taste.

But he wasn’t done teasing.

He reached down and peeled away the towel from her hips, revealing her completely—bare, flushed, and soaked.

Just like he’d imagined... no, even better.

Her pussy was leaking. Literally dripping with need.

The soft outer lips were puffed up, flushed pink, trembling like they were aching to be touched.

He paused, swallowing thickly.

’Damn, that’s beautiful.’

It wasn’t like Alice’s. No, this was sothing else entirely. Tighter, juicier, hungrier. But that wasn’t surprising.

Every kitty was different. And this one?

This one was begging to be tad.

He poured another slick stream of warm oil straight onto her soaked, needy pussy.

The mont it touched, her folds quivered, like it was inviting him in with open arms.

A soft pulse, a twitch, a welcoming kiss of heat. He smirked.

Then, with both hands, he began to massage her down there.

Above him, Lyra was lost in her own daze, inhaling the thick, musky scent of his cock. It coated her senses like fog.

She couldn’t take him fully into her mouth from that angle, his shaft angled too far up, but her tongue made do, tracing the swollen crown over and over, lapping up his taste like honey off a blade.

And below, the mont Rae’s fingers worked deeper between her slick lips, her body jolted.

She squird and whimpered, soft moans bubbling out of her mouth between licks.

He used both hands like a sculptor, gliding his fingers over the soft outer lips, then giving her a light slap that made her hips jump.

Then back again, stroking the inner folds, rolling his knuckles like he was tenderizing a juicy, sensitive piece of at that was already dripping wet and ready to be devoured.

Her thighs trembled. Her toes curled. Her body didn’t know whether to cry out or just lt.

And then—ding.

[Quest Complete!]

[Rewards: 60% Resistance to Life Drain]

Rae chuckled, glancing at the floating ssage with an amused snort.

’Sixty percent? Not bad at all.’

His eyes flicked to his health bar—sowhere in the sixties now. Considering where he’d started, this was solid.

’Getting stronger... and damn, this grind is fun.’

’When the hell am I getting the next quest?’

Rae’s eyes drifted downward, and what he saw made him grin like a devil.

Lyra was completely transford.

Her eyes looked like she had just stepped out of a damn hentai panel. Pure lust. Zero thoughts. Just cock and craving.

’Fuck... even if it’s just the tip, she’s milking like a pro.’

Her tongue moved in lazy, sensual circles around the swollen crown of his cock, bathing it in slick, warm saliva.

Every swirl made his shaft twitch, every slurp pulled another bead of precum from the tip, and she licked it up greedily, savoring it like it was nectar from the gods.

He bit his lip.

’Won before tasting lust—modest, careful, calculating.’

’But once they’ve had a taste? They turn into full-on sex-hungry animals... and Lyra’s a damn fine example.’

Alice, at least, had so idea what was going on.

She had guilt.

A little voice in her head whispering it was wrong, that she was cheating on Alex.

But even that didn’t stop her from spreading her legs and letting Rae ruin her on the spot.

But Lyra had no guilt. No hesitation. Not even a flicker of awareness.

She didn’t rember she was married.

Hell, she probably didn’t even rember her na at this point. Or where she was. Or what she’d co here for.

All she knew was cock, and that she needed more of it.

Completely lost to the pleasure. Drunk on lust.

"Succubi really are sothing else, man..."

Rae grinned to himself, watching Lyra swirl her tongue like a woman possessed.

The old Rae, back in the goblin village, had only heard whispers about succubi.

He hadn’t seen any race beyond humans, but the legends?

Oh, those were everywhere. Hell, there was even a running joke parents used to scare goblin kids:

"Get ho before sunset, or the succubi will find you and suck your life force dry!"

And little Rae used to shiver at that idea, sprinting ho with piss in his pants and terror in his heart.

"Heh. If that Rae knew what real succubi were like, he’d have built a fucking tent and camped outside every night. He’d have let them drain him dry with a smile."

He chuckled to himself, shifting his hips a little as Lyra kept working the tip with wet devotion.

And if the succubi were tanned, thick-thighed, muscle mommies?

Shit, everyone would be camping out after dark.

Even the Goblin King himself would bring snacks.

Rae ran a hand through her soft hair, cock twitching from the attention.

"Well... you’ve been a good girl, Lyra. Obedient. Eager."

He gave her cheek a gentle tap with his shaft.

"Ti for your reward. And mine."

He didn’t even need to say it twice.

She opened her mouth wide, like he was her master, her god, her only fucking purpose, and waited, eyes glazed over, tongue out, ready to receive him.

He leaned in, face-first into her slick, dripping kitty, while shifting his hips forward, slowly feeding his thick shaft past her parted lips.

Her mouth welcod him like it had been waiting forever.

No hesitation. No gag.

Just that warm, wet heat, and a tongue perfectly placed beneath him like she instinctively knew how to be used.

Despite never doing this before, she took him like a pro—throat opening up as he slid deeper.

And while her mouth worked him, Rae buried his own face between her thighs, tongue diving into her folds, slurping her juices like he was dying of thirst.

Her pussy tasted like victory.

’This... this was the life.

He grinned between licks, mind spinning with disbelief and pride.

’Two. Fucking two.’

In just a short ti, his body count would hit two. Two real, living, breathing won.

’Unbelievable.’

Back on Earth, he was just a pathetic voyeur—sneaking peeks through windows, hiding in shadows, jerking off to silhouettes behind curtains.

Now he was a goblin who could seduce anyone.

And not just any won, heroes.

The kind of won entire kingdoms thirsted for. Won people would kill just to get a glance at.

And he was balls-deep in one, while tonguing out the other end.

’Freakin’ unreal.’

But, of course, bliss never lasts forever.

Ding.

A system notification flashed into his vision.

[New Quest Received]

"Huh?"

His rhythm paused, just for a second, confused by the timing.

But the mont he read it, his brows furrowed.

’This... this isn’t what I was expecting.’

He stared at the screen, still buried in warmth, cock twitching in Lyra’s throat.

"What the hell does this an...?"