"The first time… perhaps… it might be allowing you to taste… the nectar of my breasts once more? In your favourite manner…"
"The second time… maybe… permitting you to choose a sacred mark upon Mummy's body… to leave your unique imprint upon it in your own way? Or… to explore those curiously sensitive spots with your tongue?"
"Hmmph~ My little demon… are you thinking of piercing Mummy's membrane with your tongue…?"
"The third time… hmm… might just… grant you brief access… to the outer sanctum… to feel its warmth and tightness… crafted for you… though only the 'outer sanctum', mind you~"
"Further rewards… await your unlocking… each time… deeper… more… special…"
"As for how to claim me…" The script grew solemn and elegant once more.
"When you gather the five proofs of those female beasts' complete corruption and bring them before me with evidence of their utter downfall…"
"…Then… Mummy shall… personally… strip away… this false holy robe for you… and open… my sanctuary… my… everything… to you. Let you utterly defile this source of holy light with your most scalding dark seed!"
"Or…"
"…employ a wiser, more brutal method, one so utterly unexpected by your Mother to directly… overthrow me! Shred me! Prove that you alone are… the true… Demon Lord who commands all! Should you succeed… the ultimate reward… shall be all the more… unforgettable…"
"I await it… my son… my master… I await being conquered by you… I await each moment… and I await even more… that instant when you utterly possess me…"
Your eternally yearning, conquered and pleased… Mother/Bitch… Celia
The signature bore a vulva imprint, bearing Mother Celia's maidenly sacred scent. Even the delicate membrane lining the Holy Mother's vagina had been pressed onto the scroll though invisible to the naked eye, it was crystal clear to the goblin's gaze.
To subvert Celia's mother in ways she never imagined? To conquer her?!
BOOM!
The scroll's text, Celia's mother's intoxicated sacrifice in the chamber, her frenzied craving for defloration, the flash of fury and… hunger… in her eyes when interrupted are all connected in an instant!
A bolt of lightning split the darkness in my mind! Like mist cleaved and illuminated.
I clenched the scroll fiercely, a cold, ecstatic clarity washing over me!
A trap!
Mother Celia… she never expected me to follow the script!
She was constructing a grand stage for her own enjoyment of being conquered!
What she craved was for me to challenge her, defy her, even…
Attempt to tear apart her saintly facade right now!
Deep down, she was a bitch of the highest order a bitch who craved to be crushed by the very demon son she'd nurtured, her dignity trampled underfoot by the most brutal means!
That so-called 'Proof of Fallen' is merely her excuse to prolong this 'game of conquest'!
"Hah… hehehe…"
A low chuckle spilled from my throat, gradually morphing into a wicked grin brimming with aggression and possessive desire.
After an unknown span of time, Lila awoke from her slumber, appearing almost transformed into a pale yet unnaturally serene little face.
Wheels ground over muddy roads with a dull thud, leaving the towering Holy Light Cathedral and the royal city far behind. The damp, cold air, thick with the stench of rotting vegetation and the pungent reek of animals, seeped through the carriage's cracks.
The carriage halted at a dilapidated post station on the marsh's edge. The old coachman took silver coins far exceeding the fare, shot Lila and me a peculiar glance, then drove off without a backward glance, as if pursued by demons.
"We're here."
I leapt down and lifted Lila from the carriage.
The path deeper into the marsh proved exceptionally arduous. Mud reached our ankles, reeking of foul stench.
Slippery moss coated every stone. Lila stumbled along, her delicate, beautiful feet soon cut and bleeding, the blood mingling with the filthy mud.
"Ah!" Her foot slipped, sending her tumbling forward.
My reflexes kicked in and I grabbed her waist, pulling her upright.
My goblin instincts found this troublesome, but a fleeting human impulse or perhaps the strange sensation stirred by Celia's mother's "Magic Mother Sister" remarks kept me from abandoning her.
"Troublesome," I muttered under my breath, deciding to carry her horizontally instead.
Lila's body stiffened momentarily before relaxing. She murmured softly,
"Thank… Thank you, Master."
Her cheek pressed against my chest, seemingly able to hear the steady, powerful beat of my heart. That sound seemed to grant her some strength, easing the tension in her nerves.
Suddenly, a sharp, threatening growl erupted from the dense forest ahead! It was swiftly followed by a cacophony of chaotic, overlapping roars!
"Roar !"
"Gobble-gobble! Gobble-gobble!"
"*%#%#…"
A horde of grey-green, diminutive yet stocky goblin imps emerged from the undergrowth and muddy swamps!
Armed with crude stone axes and bone clubs, their fangs bared, they fixed us with a gaze brimming with greed, hunger and primal hostility.
They had clearly caught the sweet scent of a 'superior female' on Lila, along with the mixed-blood aroma on me that instinctively threatened them yet stirred their hunger to devour.
"It's… it's goblins! So many!" Lila trembled in my arms, her small hands clutching my robes tightly. Then she froze, realising her master was also a goblin.
The leader was exceptionally robust, his face scarred by a hideous gash. Wielding a wooden club studded with sharp beast fangs, he glared at Lila in my arms as if fire might burst from his eyes. Pointing the club at her, he emitted a shrill, piercing shriek, seemingly commanding an attack.
The goblin blood within me boiled, unleashing an uncontrollable surge of savage pressure! It was the innate dominance of a top predator over a lesser species!
"Silence!"
My growl was low, yet thunderous as a muffled clap of thunder rolling across the marsh! A savage aura, born of the bloodline and belonging to the 'King', erupted like a tangible shockwave!
"Woo… Waaah…"
The foremost goblins were struck as if by an invisible sledgehammer, screaming as they flew backwards, crashing into tree trunks, blood trickling from their noses and mouths.
The rest froze instantly, their raised weapons suspended mid-air, their cloudy yellow eyes filled with utter terror!
They sensed it!
It was not merely a disparity in strength, but an absolute crushing superiority in the very essence of life!
This towering, verdant entity before them possessed a bloodline beyond their comprehension, one that commanded nothing but groveling submission!
Thud!
The scar-faced goblin leader was the first to buckle. His knees gave way and he crashed heavily to his knees in the mud, forehead pressed hard against the ground as he whimpered in terror.
Like toppled dominoes, dozens of goblins knelt in unison, their bodies shaking like sieves, not daring to lift their heads.
The swamp fell instantly silent, broken only by the hissing flow of miasma and the goblins' terrified gasps.
Lila clung to me, eyes wide with disbelief at the scene unfolding before us.
These goblin monsters, nightmares that could make any human maiden weep, now knelt before their master like the lowliest of insects!
Holding Lila, I strode towards the scar-faced goblin kneeling before me.
My heavy footsteps crushed the mud beneath my feet, producing a squelching sound that reverberated through the air, striking fear into every goblin present.
I halted before it, towering overhead.
"Lead the way."
My voice held not a shred of emotion, spoken in Goblin tongue harsh and commanding.
"To your lair. Now, I am your king.