Ding!
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Name: Azariel
Race: Nephalem (Succubus)
Gender: Nephalem
Class: –
Level: 19
Experience: 4100/17100
Health: 623/623
Mana: 410/410
Stamina: 345 /345
Lust: 450/500
Strength: 25
Agility: 19
Endurance: 18
Intelligence: 21
Charisma: 40
Attribute points! 65
Soul skills: [Devour (Lv 5)] [Hell Chain (Lv 2)] [Nephalem Form]
Passive Skills: [Insatiable Hunger] [Aphrodisiac Aura] [Ghoul's Resilience (Lv 4)]
Active Skills: [Succubus' Feast (Lv 6)] [Cinder of Souls]
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"Ahh~ it's always good to see big numbers" I grinned, my status window glowing with the spoils of my blood, fire, and boom massacre.
Level 19. One step closer to 20 and I can't wait to see what reward I would get, of course, we can't forget about the delicious 65 attribute points to play with. But the real prize was my skills.
Devour to level 5 giving me more chances to extract stat points and skills from devoured monsters. Ghoul's Resilience to level 4 is a nice resistance bonus especially to bleed and poison. As for Succubus' Feast, well I'm surprised that it didn't reach level 10 from all that hot mating with Umbra.
'I guess I need a diet like the system advised me,' I mused, a shiver of longing already tracing down my spine.
My Lust meter hovered at a dangerous 450, teetering on the edge of 500, and to keep it down I needed to cum but I don't have time right now, every nerve in my body screaming for more—more power, more flesh, more everything. My bat wings twitched, my tail swaying as I patted my deliciously distended belly, the weight of consumed ghouls making me feel like a goddamn goddess. But I wasn't done. Not by a long shot. The Varul Queen was waiting, and my greedy holes were ravenous for her essence.
The pit was now nothing but a crater of scorched earth, thick with the scent of burning flesh and acrid smoke, but it was a perfume of victory to me.
But it wasn't just the thrill of the hunt that had me buzzing. It was the feeling of those bodies, those broken, rotting husks, becoming a part of me, fueling my power, bloating my pussies with their very essence. My primary slit and tail-pussy both throbbed in harmony, aching with a deliciously painful fullness.
"Time for a little snack, just to keep things… fresh," I purred, my fingers dancing over my inventory. Ten new ghoul corpses, pristine and waiting, materialized with a faint shimmer. I didn't even drop them this time; I simply positioned them, one after another, at the entrance to my greedy, welcoming maw.
"Mmmph! Ahhh!" The sensation was exquisite. Each cold, stiff body, shoved down my primary slit, was a fresh wave of pleasure. My internal muscles, still sore and deliciously bruised from the last session, tightened and milked every inch of their decaying flesh. The clit between my lips swelled, engorged, and hyper-sensitive, each swallowed ghoul sending a jolt of pure, raw electricity through my core.
My eyes rolled back, a guttural moan escaping my throat as the familiar, mind-numbing ecstasy took hold. It was a ritual, a depraved addiction I now fully embraced. The warmth spread from my core, mingling with the last vestiges of the consumed ghouls, making my belly swell even further, and to add more to this glorious, filthy feast I used my tail-pussy to devour as well.
"Ahhh~ fuck, this never gets old," I groaned, my hips bucking as the tendrils tore into the ghouls, ripping them apart and feeding them to my ravenous core. The system chimed with each one, [+ HP], [+ Mana], and [+STM] the numbers stacking as my body absorbed their essence. I came hard, from both pussies, a raw, guttural growl ripped through my chest, mingling with the wet sounds of meat and skin being devoured.
"Azariel, you sick fuck," I muttered, a wicked grin spreading across my lips. "Sol, you made me into a whore, but damn, I love it."
With my inventory restocked, souls waiting to be summoned and my belly blissfully full, I turned my attention fully to the ominous, twisted black tree.
"Alright, Umbra, let's find that bitch," I commanded, my voice husky with lingering arousal. My bat wings flapped, propelling me towards the ancient, gnarled trunk. Its crimson leaves rustling like whispered secrets.
I circled the massive trunk, my senses sharpened, seeking any subtle shift, any hidden passage. The roots, thick as monstrous pythons, writhed and intertwined, creating dark, cavernous gaps. And there it was, almost perfectly concealed behind a particularly thick, pulsating root, a dark, vertical slit in the side of the tree. It wasn't a natural fissure; it was too regular, too deliberate. The edges seemed to flex with an unnerving organic rhythm.
As I drew closer, the air grew thick with a musky, sweet scent, overlaid with something metallic and vaguely primal, like wet earth and fresh blood. The slit wasn't just dark; it was a deep, moist crimson, the edges appearing soft and swollen, glistening slightly. It wasn't wood, not anymore. This was living tissue.
"Well, well, well," I breathed, a wicked smile spreading across my face. "Someone certainly likes things… tight."
Maybe because of my depraved nature but my eyes couldn't help but to see that this hole was resembling an anus and the deeper I stared the more I thought that I was going to penetrate a big red butthole.
'Shouldn't it be the other way around?!' my messed up brain protested.
I pushed aside the absurd thoughts and focused on the task at hand. The hole was inviting, pulsating slightly as if beckoning me to enter. I reached out a tentative hand, my fingers brushing against the soft, warm flesh. It was slick and yielding, the texture reminiscent of the most intimate parts of a body.
"Mmm, yes," I moaned, my voice low and husky. "This is definitely the way in."
I pushed my arm up to the elbow, the flesh parting easily, accommodating my intrusion with a wet, sucking sound. The moment I entered, the opening sealed behind me with a soft, wet squelch. I was enveloped in a suffocating warmth, the air grew thick, heavy with the musky scent of decay and something alive—something fuckable. My pussies twitched, already aching for what lay within.
The interior of the tunnel was unlike anything I had ever seen. It was less a cave and more a living, breathing organ. The walls were not rock, but a vibrant, glistening reddish-pink flesh, slick with a transparent, viscous fluid. It pulsed with a slow, rhythmic throb, like a giant, quivering anus. Thick, ropy veins, dark purple and blue, bulged beneath the translucent surface, some actually twitching and contracting.
"I never thought I would be inside a giant butthole," I chuckled, my voice muffled by the surrounding tissue. "This is an interesting turn of events."
The floor was soft and yielding, spongy under my feet, slightly concave, and coated in the same slick moisture. It seemed to beckon me forward, pulling me deeper into the warm, inviting darkness. The ceiling above was low, a dome of rippling, glistening tissue, studded with small, almost imperceptible nodules that oozed droplets of the same fluid, occasionally splashing onto my face. I licked my lips, tasting it. It was sweet, like concentrated ichor.
And the shape… oh, the shape. The passage narrowed slightly, then widened, then narrowed again, each section a perfectly rounded, tight canal. It was undeniable. I was deep inside some grotesque, living orifice, a massive, fleshy tunnel that felt disturbingly, deliciously intimate.
Every inhale brought in the scent of musky heat and primordial fluids, stirring a deep, primal yearning in my own hungry depths. My pussies clenched in response, mirroring the pulsing walls around me. This was the Varul Queen's nest, her very womb, and I was sliding right into her.
"Looks like we found the right hole, Umbra," I whispered, barely able to hold myself from calling my big panther from my shadow for a round of hot mating.
As I was exploring this fleshy cave I came across something that immediately caught my eye. A shiny silver thing was lying there in the dark and when I took a closer look then my eyes widened.
A corpse of a knight in silver armor
"Interesting" I knelt down, my eyes locked onto the silver armor, the sight of it both intriguing and out of place in this fleshy, organic tunnel. The armor was tarnished and dented, signs of a fierce battle long past. The helmet was still intact, but the visor was open, revealing the skeletal remains of the knight within. The bones were yellowed and brittle, and I guessed that the knight was a human.
"Who were you?" I murmured, reaching out to touch the cold metal. "And how did you end up in this… place?"
As my fingers brushed against the armor, I thought about devouring the knight, or at the very least the skeleton, however, I stopped mid-thought. Not because I didn't want to, but it wasn't the time or the place. So I stored the remains in my inventory.
Clink!
"Ouch!"
The moment the corpse disappeared something hard hit my foot and when I gazed down, a wide smile crept up my face.
"The knight knew how to choose" I chuckled as I picked up his weapon. A flail, a brutal one covered in sharp blades and skulls, ending in a skull at its handle. The shaft was short but decent for one-handed use. Perfect for me since I didn't plan to use the weapon I received from the beginner box, I was trained in all weapons but I'm not good with whips—I hit myself more than I hit anyone or anything.
"A hammer would be better but this is not bad"