The Lotion and the Laughter
The ritual was complete. In an instant, the air shimmered and ten breathtaking succubi materialized around Arji's small room. Their collective gaze was a physical weight, a hungry appraisal that made his smooth skin prickle with goosebumps. They teased him with soft, knowing laughs, their hands already reaching—stripping his clothes, binding him spread-eagle on the bed. Vonny cradled his head in her silken lap, her touch on his neck a deceptive promise of gentleness, while the others claimed their territories: Angel and Lifa at his ribs, Tika at his waist, Nadya and Myka on his thighs, Raisya captivated by his other leg, Acha and Chika on his soles, and Elina's claiming fingers resting on his stomach. They took the bottles, the cool lotion poured in rivulets over his trembling body, and ten pairs of soft fingertips began their merciless, teasing work.