"Polluted."
Yes, the entirety of Veal's cradle and beyond had been polluted by the presence of the Enforcer.
Veal raised his hands to his face, inspecting every detail. Then he lowered them, scanning the rest of his body. Two seconds later, he sighed in relief.
"Thankfully, there is no mutation."
His memories spoke of horrors born from exposure to entities like the Enforcer
Twisted Corruption. Mutation. Assimilation.
Fortunately, he was deep enough to escape the actual descent of that monster, or else…
As for the increase in filth that encompassed the environment, he waved his right hand, feeling the air bouncing on his skin, and took a deep breath. This was just the byproduct of that monster's actual presence, he deduced. He could tell there was no extra filth added to the environment; it was the same abyssal viruses and diseases, only they had been amplified many times.
These viruses weren't a problem for someone like him, for he was born in it. his egg had incubated in a literal endless cesspool of rot and plague, plus he was at the Vital rank.
But what of someone who had only recently adapted to it?
He turned around
Just as he feared. Alexandra stood, barely. Her face pale as a corpse. Black blood ran from her eyes and ears. She trembled, legs folding beneath her. As she collapsed, she reached out to him and whispered,
"Ve-Veal… I don't feel so good."
Then her eyes went dark.
Veal's tail flashed, catching her before she could collide with the ground. He pulled her to his arms and peered into her eyes.
"Her body cannot withstand this quality of abyssal filth," said Velra as she stepped beside him.
And she was right.
In Veal's eyes, Alexandra's body was being eaten alive inside out at a fast rate. He was sure that if it wasn't for the unholy flame blazing within her, fighting against the filth, she would have already turned into nothing but bones.
But even with it, she was dying.
He gently pushed aside the hair that was covering her face. Gazed deeply at her glacieric beauty in all its entirety. His purple eyes rippled. He had to admit that the thought and sight of her dying was very unsettling.
Ideas raced through his mind, one after another. One stood out.
"We must get her to the Vital Blood Rank," he said.
Velra's eyes lit up. "Yes. If she reaches Vital, she'll endure the filth. But…"
"How?" she asked. "How without a ritual?"
"She doesn't need a ritual," he said, laying Alexandra down on the sand. "All she needs… is lust energy. Enough to overload her body. Force it to break its limits."
He then drove in the moist folds of Alexandra. As he did, his tails coiled around Velra, pulling her into their lust. The crest on Alexandra shimmered as it devoured all the lust the three produced.
His mist exploded outward, enveloping them.
Some of the lust energy helped fight against the filth that ravaged Alexandra's body, and the rest went towards strengthening her body, but there was nothing to strengthen, for she was already at the end of the Crimson Bone rank. So, she was no different from a tank being overfilled.
Their bodies intertwined for five hours before Alexandra woke up. Her purple eyes snapped open. Her chest rose as she took in a deep breath.
"*Wha~what~is~ahhh~?" she moaned in confusion, but later her confusion vanished as she realized what was happening.
Their eyes locked. She gazed into his depths, wrapped her hands around his neck, and started matching his thrusts.
~aaaahh~
Velra crawled behind her, held both her cheeks, gazed in her eyes, then proceeded to kiss her.
A day later.
Her body was filled to the brim with lust energy; she couldn't hold any more. Web-like cracks began appearing on her skin. She was shattering. But she had sunk so deep into pleasure she didn't realize it. She didn't notice her destruction… But Veal noticed it and struck. His hand penetrated her chest with the precision of a ten-thousand-year-old surgeon.
He gently grasped her beating heart.
She felt it; she snapped out of her euphoric daze, gazed down at his arm that penetrated her chest, and for some reason, some nonsensical reason, she wanted him to take it. She felt it was only right that he safeguards the embodiment of her love for him. Her heart.
She rested her head on the sand, spread her arms, and smiled beautifully. Giving him the go-ahead.
Veal didn't pay much attention to her position. He ignited his heart and channeled his vital energy to his right palm, thus creating a forge around her heart.
Her heart boiled, and a pain like which she had never felt before struck her like a thunderbolt. Her eyes widened, teeth clenched, back arched, and she unconsciously gripped his right hand.
"AH!" she wailed.
Veal sped up his strokes, lessening her pain with pleasure. Alexandra massaged her breasts while whispering in her ear.
"Bear it. Bear it."
Veal slowly increased the heat of his vital energy. In turn, increasing the heat of his forge.
"Bear it… bear it so I may reforge the vessel containing my love in lustful vitality." He muse, while his hand started shimmering colorfully, adding his pleasure to his forge. The pleasure and the vital heat intertwined into something villainously blissful, something that her heart couldn't withstand.
It stopped beating.
Her eyes lost focus, and she felt the cold embrace of death creeping up on her. But right before she could be wrapped in its arm, he ignited her in a flame that burned away death's coldness.
Veal squeezed her heart and commanded in an irrefutable tone.
"Ignite!"
And her heart was so in love with him that it listened and obeyed.
BA-DUMP!
Her heart bloomed a clump of unholy blood within its depths. This blood shimmered and blazed purple like a star.
The unholy vital energy shockwaved throughout her body, reforging it into a vessel worthy of housing her love for him.