"So, when are we going to make our move?" Veal questioned the Thorn Vixen, who stood in the right corner of the cave.
"As soon as you reach the middle of the Vital Rank, we can commence our attack," answered the Vixen as she gazed at him, her eyes stirring with slight wonder.
She was impressed by the rate of his growth. In just two weeks, he'd clawed his way to the edge of a breakthrough, fueling his rise through ritualistic unions alone. Again and again, he indulged in that sacred vice, carving power into his flesh with each climax.
There was also the fact that his mate became stronger after each session. She was now at the middle stage of the Crimson Bone rank.
'An innate ability of his species,' she supposed, eyes narrowing. 'But what is his species exactly… what branch of Lust Demons does he belong to? He is not a Lust Fiend, an Incubus, a Crimson Wonder, or a Desire Spawn… maybe a mutation. No, he doesn't have the chaotic scent of one.'
There was no knowledge of his species in her inherited memory.
She began to look at him in an even brighter light and started reconsidering the plans she had devised for him after their contract was finalized.
"Very well then… Tomorrow, we shall set forth on a crusade that will end in the fall of two lower Sovereigns," Veal mused, his crimson eyes shining as he turned his focus inward, toward his heart.
A large section of it shimmered purple with vital blood, nearly half. Once all of it became composed of vital blood, he would reach the end of the Vital Rank.
"Why don't you join our lustful dance? With your help, I will reach the middle stage by the end of today… and that's just an understatement. With that noble blood flowing through you, I might even reach the late stage…" he whispered seductively, tilting his head toward her. "And who knows, at the end of our dance, even you might gain something."
As he spoke, his mist of lust secretly concentrated around her, but she stood motionless. Her demonic aura blazed brighter, shielding her from its invasion and keeping her pure from its depravity.
"Tempting," she said flatly. "But I won't offer myself to you… not until our pact is fulfilled.
"Oh well," muttered Veal calmly. After which, he refocused on the demoness who rode his rod. He viciously ripped off one of her tentacles, splat! and held it high, letting its blood spill on them, staining their bodies beautifully, anointing them like celebrants at a forbidden altar.
The demoness's face twisted in a sadistic expression as she moaned loudly and came.
~yesss~
The Thorn Vixen watched. Her gaze was unreadable.
The idea was seductive. Strength earned through pleasure alone. A shortcut. A cheat code. But then her eyes drifted to the others, those sprawled across the stone floor, trembling, smiling, empty.
Her eyes drifted to the demonesses on the ground… then back to the one clinging to him.
Their eyes shone with something that garnered her caution.
Lust-bound.
Addicted.
Their minds consumed by his burning pleasure.
Would she become like that if he fucked her? A mindless bitch with nothing but thoughts of his cock? That… she could not allow.
Until she was certain she would not end up like that, she would not fuck him. Until the end of the contract, when she had to.
Veal pumped his seed into the demoness, who moaned one final time before passing out. He placed her among the others on the ground, then flipped Alexandra from behind him.
His member instantly penetrated her folds.
~oh, God~
At that moment, outside,
A bird-like demoness standing closest to the cave entrance, her ears twitched at the sound of the octopus demoness dropping to the ground. Without hesitation, she walked inside with a lustful expression and stood behind him, taking Alexandra's place.
~Aahhh~
…
As the crimson sun veiled itself, its maiden, the moon, unveiled herself and illuminated the Abyss.
Veal stood at the center of his cave, his demonic aura blazing brighter than before. Around him lay tens of demonesses, along with Alexandra. Inside him, his heart now shimmered half-purple.
He was now in the middle of the Vital Rank.
The Vixen glanced at him and said,
"We will meet at the appointed spot at dawn."
Then she vanished in a blur, exiting the cave.
Veal watched her figure disappear into the distance, eyes narrowing with contemplation. He then whispered,
"Let's see which of us will be victorious at the end."
He raised his right hand to his eyes, and it shimmered, colorful, lustful. just like his twin tails,
"And those demons… two males. If only they were female, things would've been much easier," he snarled, clenching his right hand into a fist as many ideas flashed through his mind.
Suddenly, his eyes flickered. He stepped outside the cave and glanced at a branch on a crimson tree that stood some meters from the entrance.
"Still no sight of her?" He asked.
"No, my lord," a voice rang from atop the branch.
'Could she have died in the world she ventured to?' he wondered about the Matron. he found it odd that there was no sign of her since he returned from the saint world.
He hoped that she wouldn't appear unannounced during tomorrow's battle and joined sides with the other two demons.
"What of the two Vital Rank demons?" he asked.
"They still haven't moved from that position, Master," the voice replied.
"Go. Continue observing from afar. If they move, let me know immediately."
He then took a deep breath, sucking his mist back into himself.
After his mist vanished, the demonesses on the ground began to regain consciousness. They stood weakly and gazed at his figure, awaiting his command. Their holes oozing his semen.
He looked at them and said,
"Prepare yourselves. For once, the sun rises, we go to war."
As he spoke, his tails swayed behind him like bloodthirsty vipers, lusting for the throats of their enemies.