"DEVOUR!"
The word ripped from my throat like a command to the abyss itself, raw and unrestrained. The dark tendrils, slick and pulsating, surged from between my thighs with a wet, squelching sound. They latched tighter onto the pigman's mangled corpse.
"HMM!!" The satyr's eyes didn't just bulge; they nearly vibrated out of his skull as he let out a panicked, muffled squeal through the chains. He wasn't just watching death; he was watching something that defied the laws of this realm, something profane and hungry.
"Azariel…?" Rina stiffened in my arms. I could feel her small, rapid heartbeat against my chest. I held her a little tighter.
"Shh," I murmured into her hair, my lips brushing against the crown of her head. "It's okay. Just... watch. This part's important."
The tendrils dragged the body toward me, slowly, as if they understood my desire to want the satyr to see, to comprehend the sheer abyss of what was happening. The corpse scraped across the floor, leaving a smear of blood, brain matter, and congealed fat. The iron scent of death mixed with something sweeter, more cloying, like overripe fruit left in the sun. The smell of raw essence.
"Disgusting, isn't he?" I said, my voice low and taunting as I leaned forward slightly, my bare skin brushing against Rina's trembling frame. "But don't worry. He's about to be… useful."
I spread my legs even wider, a deliberate, primal display. The tendrils pulsed with dark energy, the veins within them glowing with a faint violet light. They wrapped around the pigman's head like a crown of thorns made of shadow.
Then, they began to feed.
It wasn't a clean process. It wasn't like eating a meal. It was... unmaking.
Well, fuck it, I have no idea what I should call shoving a corpse up my vagina, but I'll go with 'unmaking'.
I leaned back, my spine arching as the tendrils began their gruesome work. The pigman's corpse twitched, then convulsed as the shadows seeped into him, tearing apart his very essence. His skin turned translucent, revealing the pulsing, dark veins beneath. I could feel it all, every sensation, every shred of his being as it was ripped apart and drawn into me.
"Ahhh~" It was a rush, unlike any other. The power surged through me, raw and primal, filling me with a dark ecstasy. I could feel his strength, his vitality, his very life force pouring into me, becoming a part of me. It was intoxicating, addictive.
"I need to devour more creatures."
"Wow," Rina whispered, her eyes wide with a mixture of horror and a strange, dawning awe. "Is... is that normal for succubi?"
"Don't think so," I said, my voice a husky purr as more of the pigman's essence flowed into me.
"HMMM!" The satyr's muffled screams went thin and high, a whistling sound of pure psychological collapse, as he witnessed something that shouldn't be possible.
SLURP. SQUELCH.
The sound was... let's just say it was disgusting and stimulating at the same time, a wet, sucking noise that echoed in the now-quiet room.
"Azariel..." Rina's voice was a soft whisper, laced with both fear and fascination. "What are you doing?"
I opened my eyes, meeting her gaze. Her pupils were dilated, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants. She was afraid, but there was something else there too—a spark of curiosity, a hunger to understand.
"Feeding," I said, my voice thick with desire. "This is how I survive, Rina. By taking the essence of others and making it my own."
I reached out, cupping her cheek. Her skin was soft, warm, and I could feel the rapid beat of her pulse beneath my fingertips. I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers in a gentle, teasing kiss.
"Want to try?" I murmured, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. "It's... intense. But it's also liberating."
Rina hesitated, her gaze flickering between me and the dissipating remains of the pigman. I could see the struggle in her eyes, the battle between her instincts and her curiosity. Finally, she nodded, a small, tentative movement.
"Good girl." I smiled, a slow, predatory curve of my lips.
Ding!.
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[You have successfully devoured: Pigman demon]
[+69 HP]
[+157 STM]
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"Tsk... no skill?" I scoffed. "He was a fatty; I was expecting something more... useful."
But the raw energy was good.
"I hope you are a better meal." I turned my attention to the satyr, who was now a blubbering mess, his body trembling uncontrollably. He'd soiled himself multiple times, the acrid smell mixing with the coppery tang of blood in the room. Pathetic.
"Azariel... what are you going to do to him?" Rina asked, her voice a small, hesitant whisper.
"Just watch." I waved my hand, commanding my chains to bring him closer to us. "A little payback is in order. A very... 'special' payback."
The satyr was dragged forward, his bound body scraping across the floor. His wide, terrified eyes were fixed on me, on the dark energy that still hummed around my body.
"Rina, I'm going to use one of my skills on you. Don't fight it."
I flashed a smile, watching her nod before I cast my skill, 'Share', on her.
This skill will allow me to share one skill with a selected target for 30 minutes, with a 24-hour cooldown per target.
A very useful skill.
"Azariel!... I feel... strange?" Rina gasped, her hands flying to her chest as a wave of unfamiliar energy washed over her. Her body glowed with a faint violet light, her eyes widening as she felt the power of my skill coursing through her veins.
"What is this?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder.
"A gift." I leaned closer to Rina, my breath hot against her ear as I whispered, "You're feeling a piece of me now, babe. My skill, 'Share,' lets you tap into what I can do. For the next thirty minutes, you've got a sliver of my hunger. Let's see if you can handle it."
Rina's small frame shuddered under my touch, her tails twitching erratically as the violet glow pulsed through her. Her hands clenched into fists, then loosened, as if she was trying to grasp the raw energy surging inside her.
"It's… It's so much," she stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and exhilaration. "I feel… like I could tear something apart."
"That's the idea," I purred, brushing my fingers down her arm, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. "Look at him, Rina. That pathetic little goat thinks he's got a chance to walk away from this. What do you say we show him just how wrong he is?"
The satyr's muffled whimpers turned into full-on shrieks as the chains dragged him closer, his hooves scraping uselessly against the blood-slicked floor. His eyes darted between us, pure terror etched into every line of his furry face. I could almost see the gears grinding in his head, piecing together that this wasn't just death—it was obliteration.
But I like to call it... recycling.
"W-what do I do?" Rina asked, her voice still shaky but carrying a new edge, a curiosity that made my grin widen.
"Feel it," I said, guiding her trembling hand to rest on my thigh, right where the tendrils had retreated. My skin was still buzzing with residual energy, and I knew she could feel it too. "Let that hunger guide you. It's instinct. Don't think. Just… take."
I waved a hand, and the chains loosened just enough to let the satyr flop forward onto his knees, his gag slipping slightly as he gasped for air. Snot and tears streamed down his face, mixing with the dirt and blood caked into his fur.
"P-please…" he managed to croak, his voice raw and broken. "I'll do anything! I—I'll serve you! I—"
"Shut it," I snapped, a tendril whipping out to slap across his snout, leaving a searing welt of dark energy. He yelped, collapsing onto his side, and I turned to Rina with a smirk. "He's all yours, sweetheart. What's your gut telling you to do?"
Rina swallowed hard, her glowing eyes fixed on the satyr. Her fingers twitched, and I could see the battle raging inside her—fear clashing with the dark, hungry impulse I'd gifted her. Then, slowly, she reached out a hand, her movements jerky and uncertain. A faint shimmer of violet energy sparked at her fingertips, and her breath hitched.
"It's… It's like I can feel him," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Like… I could pull him apart. Piece by piece."
"Exactly," I said, sliding my hand to her lower back, urging her forward. "Do it, Rina. Rip into him. Take what's yours. He doesn't deserve to exist after what he's done. Make him nothing."
Her hand hovered over the satyr, who was now sobbing openly, his body shaking so hard I thought he might fall apart on his own. Rina's fingers twitched again, then curled into a claw-like shape. A thin, dark tendril, a much smaller version of my own, slithered from the opening of her succubus tail. It wavered for a second, then shot forward, wrapping around the satyr's throat with surprising speed.
The satyr's eyes widened, and he gagged as the tendril tightened. He struggled, kicking his hooves, but it was no use. Rina's tendril held him fast, her grip tightening as she felt the surge of power, the thrill of control.
"Oh… oh fuck," she breathed, her body trembling harder now, not from fear but from the rush. "It's… It's like fire. Like… I'm burning, but I don't want it to stop."
"Keep going," I urged, my voice a low growl as I pressed myself closer to her, letting her feel my own hunger radiating through me. "Don't stop until there's nothing left. Take it all."
I used my mana to guide her through the whole devouring process.
Little by little, the satyr began to disappear inside Rina's tail pussy, as if he was being pulled into a black hole, her body shaking with the force of it.
Her back arched, her head thrown back as she let out a scream of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. It wasn't a scream of pleasure, not in the traditional sense. It was the sound of a dam breaking, of a lifetime of suppressed rage and terror finally finding an outlet, of a soul being reborn in blood.
For me, it was a sight to behold. A masterpiece.
"I wonder if I could create a devouring cult?"