The wind whipped past my face, a brief, exhilarating rush before I hit the ground with a jarring thud. My knees buckled, but I held my ground, the impact sending a dull ache up my legs that was quickly lost to the surge of adrenaline flooding my veins.
I didn't hesitate. My legs, still shaky from the earlier hours of relentless fucking, found new strength as I sprinted toward the dark alley where Rina had been dragged. The red-orange mist of the hellish sky swirled above, casting eerie shadows on the jagged stone ground beneath my feet. My heart pounded, not from exhaustion, but from a raw, unexplainable need to protect the shy little succubus.
The mont I breached the alleyway, the scene crystallized.
Two figures, males, one was a werewolf demon with mangy fur covering his bulky arms and chest, the other was a satyr, with curling horns and lecherous, yellow eyes.
The werewolf had Rina pinned against the grimy brick wall, one thick forearm pressed against her throat, his other hand trying to place sothing on her forehead.
Rina, on the other hand, simply stood there motionless with a blank look on her face; not even her tail was moving. It was like sothing, or soone, was controlling her body and mind.
"Let her go," I growled, my voice echoing off the stone walls. It was deeper than I expected, laced with a power that made both of them flinch for a mont. "NOW!"
"Or what, bitch?" The werewolf turned, sneering, revealing a set of yellowed fangs, not releasing Rina. "You gonna fuck us to death?"
"Hehehe~" He and the satyr shared a cruel laugh.
"No," I said, my body coiling like a spring. "I'm gonna tear you limb from limb."
I didn't wait for their response. I moved, a blur of motion fueled by rage and the residual energy from Akane's "sisterly love."
Unfortunately for .
Just as I was about to get near them, the satyr snapped its fingers. The air around thickened, turning pink, and a sweet scent filled the alleyway that had a certain effect on .
Ding!
[Lust: 500/500]
My lust ter spiked instantly, hitting its maximum limit.
Imdiately!
"UGH!..." I stumbled. My knees went weak as a wave of raw, unfiltered desire for sex crashed over , so powerful it was damn painful.
"Ngh… f-fuck…!"
Heat flooded through so fast it was like soone poured molten lava straight into my veins. My thighs clenched involuntarily. My nipples hardened instantly. My tail twitched like it had a mind of its own.
"Ahh, there it is." The satyr smirked, taking a step back to admire his work. He looked at like I was a sculpture of pure sin he'd just commissioned. "So much lust. It's… always fun to watch it happen."
Shit... I forgot that satyrs were good-for-nothing, little mischief-makers with cheap tricks. They're the pranksters of the demonic race, and their favorite joke was weaponized lust, causing everyone, regardless of race and gender, to have sex with each other while they masturbate to the show.
I was about to summon my hell chains and rip the shit out of them, but I froze the mont I saw the werewolf approaching with the unconscious Rina.
"Nice move." He grunted, not even looking at as he tossed Rina's limp form over one of his broad shoulders, then turned to his companion. "Should we capture this one, too, and take her with us?"
"Nah, she's too much trouble," the satyr shook his head. "Plus, we got paid to capture a single succubus, not a whole orgy."
"Fine by ." He shrugged. "Let's go."
'Umbra!' I scread in my mind, forcing my will through the haze. 'rge with their shadows and watch them for .'
As much as I wanted to rip them apart, Rina was more important. The thing that the werewolf placed on her forehead was extrely dangerous.
A hexagon-shaped black crystal that functioned like a slave collar, only that it's ten tis worse. It shut down the brain, and if soone tried to remove it... boom.
A magical explosion would erupt inside the wearer's head.
So to save Rina, I must find the key holder of this magical device, and based on the way they talked, it's a contract. Soone hired them to kidnap a succubus.
The werewolf and the satyr turned and started to walk deeper into the dark alley, away from . But my big black panther did as I commanded, lting into the darkness and tailing them, a silent, invisible shadow.
I, on the other hand, was left to deal with the aftermath of that lust bomb.
My body was a ss.
My pussy was throbbing, so wet and swollen I was sure I was dripping onto the ground below. My breasts felt heavy, aching, my nipples so sensitive that even the faint brush of air against them sent sparks racing down my spine.
I needed relief. Now.
But Rina needed more.
"Fuck… fuck… co on…" I whispered, forcing my legs to move. Each step sent jolts of unwanted pleasure through , my thighs rubbing together, the friction almost unbearable. I bit down on my lower lip hard enough to taste copper.
The werewolf and satyr disappeared around a corner. I stumbled after them, one hand pressed against the wall for support, the other clutching my stomach as another wave of heat rolled through .
'Umbra, status?' I pushed through our ntal link.
'Grrr' was all the panther responded. But I understood what he was trying to say.
"Good. At least one of us can function properly."
I forced myself forward, each breath coming in ragged gasps. My vision swam, every shadow seed to pulse with erotic possibility. Even the rough texture of the brick wall beneath my palm felt obscenely good.
This was torture.
The kind of torture designed specifically for succubi. The satyr knew exactly what he'd done—overloaded my system until I was nothing but raw need, incapable of fighting, incapable of anything except wanting.
But he'd underestimated one thing.
I'd spent years as a hero resisting demonic influence. This body might be new and demonic in nature, but my will wasn't.
"UGH!"
Swiftly, I summoned a hell chain, morphed the end to a blade, and stabbed myself in the thigh.
"FUUUCK!!!"
It hurt like a bitch, and the pain ripped straight through the haze in my skull, shredding the overwhelming heat just enough for to breathe again.
My hell chain can nullify any magic; however, it's too risky to use it to 'remove' the lust magic from my succubus body. If I did, then my condition would be the opposite.
Instead of a full-blown high-lust orgasm, I would fall into a dry starvation with 0 lust. And for a succubus who feeds on lust, it would be the sa as denying a human the right to breathe.
So I had to endure this.
Fight through it.
Survive it.
Like every other damn thing that was thrown at .
Ding!
[Lust: 400/500]
My lust ter dropped slightly, hovering at a still-dangerous but manageable level.
"At least I can think properly again."
I exhaled sharply, the breath trembling out of as the lingering heat still coiled low in my stomach. Manageable didn't an comfortable. Not even close. Every heartbeat still sent a warm pulse between my legs, and my tail flicked like it was irritated with for not giving in.
"Four hundred is still too damn high…" I muttered, wiping the blood from my thigh as the wound slowly closed. "But it'll do."
Damn!... I'll make sure to skin that goat-fucker alive and eat him for dinner when I find him.
I straightened, forcing one foot in front of the other, each step still sending unwanted friction through my oversensitive body. The alley stretched ahead, dark and narrow, lit only by the crimson sky beyond.
'Umbra, how far?'
A low rumble echoed through our bond, followed by an image—two figures descending a flight of crumbling stone stairs, disappearing into what looked like an old underground tavern.
Oh yeah, I forgot to ntion it. My bond with Umbra deepened, and it allowed to see things he sees through his eyes.
'Umbra's eyes,' I thought, grinning slightly.
I picked up my pace, ignoring the way my thighs trembled with each movent. These two fuckers sure move fast. In a few minutes, they had reached the other side of the town.
The shitty side.
Where the rundown houses and lowlifes were.
Ding!
[Lust: 350/500]
"Phew... much better." I took a deep breath, pulling the hell chain blade out of my thigh before using a health potion to heal my wound.
Crack!
I cracked my neck, feeling a satisfying pop as the last of the debilitating haze receded. I could still feel the heat, a low, persistent thrum beneath my skin, but this ti it wasn't a need for sex.
But a need for blood.
Woosh!
My massive wings burst out from my back, flapping once to lift into the murky red sky.
"Ahh~... It's been a long ti since I devoured soone."
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