Ding!
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Na: Azariel
Race: Nephalem (Succubus)
Gender: Nephalem
Class: –
Level: 20
Experience: 20999/21000
Health: 853/853
Mana: 546/546
Stamina: 467 /467
Lust: 200/500
Strength: 32
Agility: 23
Endurance: 21
Intelligence: 25
Charisma: 50
Attribute points: 67
Soul skills: [Devour (Lv 6)] [Hell Chain (Lv 2)] [Nephalem Form]
Passive Skills: [Insatiable Hunger] [Aphrodisiac Aura] [Ghoul's Resilience (Lv 5)]
Active Skills: [Succubus' Feast (Lv 10)] [Cinder of Souls]
...
"Nice~"
Looking at my status window, I couldn't help but crack a smile.
Thanks to the five Cinder wraiths I ordered to cover our retreat from the horde of the infected humans, plus the intense sex session that lasted for—oh, I dunno—five? Ten? Twenty hours, I had enough experience points to reach level 20.
However, there was sothing strange.
My experience was "20999/21000," so sothing wasn't right. I was missing one point? Really?
"Are you fucking kidding ! One point?" I hissed at the status window like it had just personally insulted my mother. "You're telling I defeated a mini-army of infected lust-zombies, got my ass fucked, licked, stuffed, and did all sorts of other nasty things for ten hours with two fuck buddies, and I'm still one point short?"
I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. One. One single experience point. That was all that stood between and a new level. The universe, or whatever sadistic bastard ran this particular slice of hell, was having a laugh at my expense.
The system—the one I completely forgot about—gave an explanation in the form of a new window, informing that...
[You have reached the limit of your current form; to advance, you must fulfill a certain condition.]
"What the actual fuck is this shit?"
"What's wrong, royal sister?" Eva—who was lying on the fleshy floor with a smile on her stupid face—asked.
"..." I ignored her, but that didn't stop her from crawling toward with that familiar, feral grin.
Her body slithered like liquid temptation, hips swaying lazily, wings twitching just enough to tease. Her violet eyes glowed softly in the hive's perverse light, and her tongue flicked across her lips like she was preparing for a feast—and I was the main course.
"Eva—don't." I held up a hand, already knowing what was coming.
She didn't listen. Of course she didn't. She started at my ankle.
Warm.
Wet.
Her tongue traced a slow, deliberate path up the inside of my leg, sending shivers rocketing straight through my spine. Inch by inch, she licked—not with hunger, but with worship. Like I was so sacred relic and she was a very horny pilgrim.
"Eva…"
She made a low hum against my thigh, the kind that vibrated more than it should. Her tongue didn't stop—curling up over my hip, then dipping into my navel like it belonged there. A spark raced through my belly. My breath hitched. And from the soft smile teasing her lips, I knew she felt every twitch and shudder.
"Ahh!~ ah!"
This succubus girl—I was starting to realize—had been born to be a problem.
And then—
Slurp!.
She licked up my spine. From the small of my back all the way to the base of my neck. Slowly. Warmly. Obscenely.
I was about to rip her off and throw her across the cavern when she suddenly stopped and wrapped her arms around my torso, her body pressing against my back in a tight, surprisingly gentle hug.
"Is sothing bothering you, Aza?"
'The absolute audacity!' I groaned again—mostly because Eva had slid her cock between my thighs, pressing it against the slit of my pussy—and it felt too good for to walk away. I didn't speak, though—partially because it was pointless, mostly because her tongue began exploring my ear in ways I was afraid to examine.
"I...I have a problem, in fact," I said with hesitation, biting my lips. "To evolve further, I need to fulfill a certain condition."
The reason I told her was the fact that Evangeline was a succubus like , so she must have gone through a similar evolution. Or at least she has so information about the succubus anatomy and magic.
"Hmm?" Her brows arched a little. "Condition? What kind?"
'System, what is the condition?' I ntally asked my system, and in an instant, an interface materialized before my eyes.
[To pass to the next stage of evolution, one needs to inscribe 'The Womb Crest' upon themselves.]
'The womb crest?' I questioned myself, just from the na I could already guess what kind of thing that was, and I couldn't help but glance down at my vagina.
Eva pressed herself to harder, nudging her cock deeper between my legs. Her tongue had left my ear to trail a warm, wet path down my jawline, her arms still wrapped around like a lover—no, like a predator playing with her prey.
"Aza?" she purred again, her voice a low, teasing vibration. "Did you lose your tongue? Or did I lick it out?"
"Ugh!" I groaned, a sound that was half frustration and half pure, unadulterated pleasure. "Shut up, Eva. I... I think I figured out the condition. I just don't know what it ans."
"Well, spit it out," she said, her hands dropping to my hips, pulling into her. Her lips brushed my shoulder, teasing. "We're succubi, aren't we? Our entire existence is a condition."
"Fine," I took a shaky breath. "I need to get 'The Womb Crest'."
"Oh!... Is that it?" Evangeline let out a giggle and buried her face into my hair; the gesture seed a little strange, considering it wasn't sexual but rather childish.
"Huh?"
"Wait. Don't tell ... I forgot sothing important?" I quickly asked, focusing on my mory loss play.
"I an, it's a simple thing. No big deal," her words didn't match what was on her expression. "You're in luck, Aza, I'm seeking the womb crest myself."
"Really?"
"Yes," she nodded. "In fact, that was the reason I was trapped in the prison when we t. I was trying to slay so monsters and gather their coreS so I could sell and buy a temporary summoning contract."
"Hmm..." I nodded, half understanding her explanation. "Is this how we get the Womb Crest then?"
"Yes and no," Eva chuckled softly and began rocking her hips. "We demons operate with contracts or bargains; for us, the Womb Crest is our reward for successfully completing the first contract."
"First Contract?"
"I see you like repeating my words, that's cute." Eva kissed my cheek. "The summoning contracts enable us demons to be summoned to different realms where we sign a contract with the summoner to give him what he wants and take part of him as paynt, usually his lifespan or his soul."
"I see," I kept nodding like a fool. But this information was essential for ; I had a lot of questions. But I'll save them for later.
"The temporary summoning contract was designed for training and awakening, lower risk, simple demand." She paused briefly and moved her hips a bit faster now. "We succubi usually get sex contracts, summoned by horny mortals or pathetic lust-servants to fuck, and usually we get to collect our paynt directly from their life force or soul during the act of sex itself."
"So yeah, most succubi get the Womb Crest from a successful, high-intensity sex contract. It's pretty much the rite of passage for our kind."
Her hips were rocking faster now, her cock a hot, rhythmic pressure between my thighs. My mind, however, was reeling. The puzzle pieces were falling into place, and the picture they ford was deeply, profoundly obscene.
"So," I said, my voice tight. "You're saying... to get this Womb Crest, a succubus has to... fuck so horny mortal and take his soul?"
"Or his lifespan," Eva corrected, her breath warm against my neck. "But yeah, that's the gist. The stronger the contract, the purer the soul, the more potent the crest. It's like a forge, Aza. The womb is the anvil, the mortal's essence is the fire, and the contract is the hamr."
'Fuck!' I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. 'So to evolve I need to get fucked by soone... again!'
I swear this is my punishnt for deflowering a goddess; it's like the whole universe is against .
"You said you know how to get this temporary contract?" I said, my voice a little wobbly from the erotic sensations.
"Exactly!" Eva giggled, her hips rocking faster still, her movents growing more urgent. She was close to release, damn it!!
"That's why I said you're in luck, royal sister. I'm seeking the crest myself, so I've been doing my howork."
"Howork? What howork?" I demanded, my own hips involuntarily rocking in sync with hers. The rhythm was hypnotic, maddening. "Eva, stop that for a second and just tell —"
"Mm~ I can't," she moaned, a sound that was less a word and more a wave of pure, concentrated lust. Her head tilted back, her eyes fluttering shut as her body arched against mine. "The howork is… a little distracting."
Her hips gave one final, powerful thrust, and a hot, wet gush of cum splattered against my inner thigh, but the little purple-haired devil didn't stop there. No, she tilted my head and forced into a hot, wet kiss, while her tail collected all of that cum.
And then, she poured it down between our lips.
'EVA, I'LL KILL YOU!'
It tastes like spiky sausage dipped in pussy. How do I know that? No fucking idea. Her kiss was deep, invasive, and utterly filthy. But so... good~!
My lips parted reflexively, and Eva's tail—slick with her own seed—poured that hot, thick ss straight into my mouth as her tongue danced with mine in a depraved waltz of dominance.
She kissed until I drank it all.
Until it was leaking out of the corners of my mouth. But she collected it back and shared it in another kiss, like it was her honor to fuck my face.
"Don't worry, Aza," Eva panted, her lips were glossy with her own seed. "I will make sure we both get nice, horny contracts."
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