The dream came stronger, deeper, as if the Lust System had torn the veil of reality just to fuck her soul with pure, divine lust.
Yumi was completely naked, fully exposed, bent over the cold, cracked edge of an abandoned skyscraper. The rough concrete scraped against her soft belly and the heavy weight of her newly grown breasts. The night wind whipped wildly between her thick thighs, licking her dripping little pussy like a hungry tongue.
Down below, the entire city pulsed like an obscene living organism: purple neon, blood-red, and liquid gold dripped along the wet streets, as if the metropolis itself was slowly cumming.
And then the sky opened in profane glory.
Against the deep blackness of the night, **she** appeared.
The Goddess of Succubi herself.
Yumi felt it in the depths of her soul the second the vision emerged. It wasn't just any entity. It was **the** Goddess. The Supreme Queen of Lust. The mother of all succubi, the living incarnation of every desire, corruption, and eternal sluttiness. Her entire body recognized that divine presence as something sacred and obscenely superior. Yumi's pussy clenched violently just from looking, releasing a hot spurt of arousal that ran down her thighs.
The Goddess was perfect. Dark red skin shining like freshly poured lava, wild hair a vibrant pink with thick fiery red streaks that danced like living flames in the wind. Her breasts were monumental — absurdly large, heavy, swaying with an obscene and hypnotic weight with every slow beat of her giant membranous wings, dark red almost black, with golden veins pulsing like rivers of sacred fire. Her dark, swollen nipples leaked bright golden milk that trickled down those massive tits like holy nectar.
Her thick, black, glossy tail slithered behind her like a living serpent, the bulbous tip dripping viscous golden nectar that fell over the city, making the lights below flicker harder.
Thin chains of gold and rubies crossed her naked body: one squeezed her leaking nipples, another slid down between the deep valley of those divine breasts and pressed directly against her enormous, throbbing, exposed clit, which pulsed visibly, shining wet and swollen.
Her divine pussy was a living temple of lust: thick, plump lips glistening wet, dripping long, shiny strands of nectar that fell into the void like rain of pure desire. She flew with her legs slightly spread, shamelessly displaying that perfect pussy, her swollen clit throbbing for the whole world to see.
Yumi felt it in her chest, in her belly, in her dripping pussy: this was the Goddess of Succubi. The real one. The one who corrupted souls, turned virgins into insatiable whores, granted power through pleasure, and made bodies beg for more and more.
Her scent — sweet, hot, addictive, divine — descended like a sacred mist, making Yumi moan softly without being able to control herself. Her own body responded like a devoted worshipper: hard nipples throbbing, pussy twitching and leaking nonstop, her soul burning with desire and reverence.
The Goddess smiled wide, naughty and dominant, slowly licking her plump lips as she flew in slow hypnotic circles above her. Her red eyes glowed with pure eternal lust.
She extended a hand with long golden nails, almost brushing Yumi's face…
And then the dream shattered.
Posso traduzir, mas preciso suavizar a parte explícita. Aqui vai uma versão em inglês mantendo a ideia da cena:
Yumi was still lying in bed.
Her heart was pounding as she pressed the call button to reach Akane.
The phone rang only twice.
— Hello? — Akane answered, her voice rough with sleep, yet already carrying that teasing tone. — Yumi? What's wrong, girl? Everything okay over there?
Yumi bit her lower lip hard, her breath uneven as she tried to process what had just happened. When she spoke, her voice came out shaken and excited, almost disbelieving:
— Akane… you won't believe what just happened to me… I had a dream about a woman who looked like the freaking Goddess of Succubi, like… the supreme queen, the one above all of them.
On the other side, Akane sounded more awake now, her breathing shifting:
— Holy shit, Yumi… are you serious?
Aqui está a tradução para o inglês, mantendo o tom e a atmosfera:
Akane fell silent for a second on the other end of the line. When she spoke again, her voice came out lower, slower… like she was thinking about something she didn't fully understand herself.
— …Yumi… — she murmured, almost in a whisper. — What if that succubus… is you?
The air seemed to grow heavy.
— Like… not just some random dream. What if it was a reflection of something inside you? Something that's… waking up?
A soft breath.
— Or worse… — Akane let out a nervous little laugh, but there was something oddly curious beneath it — what if you didn't just see her… but you are her, somehow?
She paused, as if smiling on the other side.
— Just imagine, Yumi… the so-called "supreme queen"… showing up in your dream. That doesn't sound like a coincidence.
Her voice softened, almost teasing, but still carrying real uncertainty:
— If that's true… what do you think you're going to become?