Level up now. Deal with Henri later.

The cuck wasn't going to try anything with both of his women within arms reach of me. His wife would die to protect me, and the daughter was as good as a hostage. I placed my clawed hand on Lyla's head as she returned to the task of cleaning my huge cock, stroking her like a pet.

Henri got up and left the room in a huff, taking his axe with him. The outer door slammed. After a few seconds, the sounds of angry wood-chopping could be heard from outside.

I laughed and turned to his wife. "Is he going to be a problem?"

The older woman turned to look at me from her cooking. Tears gleamed on her face and she sniffed before answering. "I don't know. I've never seen him like this. Are... are you going to kill him?"

The question amused me. She didn't doubt that I could if I wanted to. The way she asked it made it seem like it was a likely option for me, and if I chose to exercise it, she'd have to accept.

It was such an honest, matter-of-fact inquiry that it caught me off guard. My tentacle in Lyla's pussy pushed deep enough to hurt her a little and she groaned a complaint into my cock.

I returned the mother's gaze. "Very likely."

She nodded thoughtfully and turned away from me again. I heard her crying softly as she pulled plates down from a cupboard.

I put her out of my mind and brushed Lyla away. She crawled away a short distance away but remained on her knees, lowering her upper body to the floor to enjoy my still-roiling tentacle, fucking her for pleasure.

I closed my eyes, letting the girl enjoy my appendage. It took no effort or even thought to keep it moving, and she had proven submissive. I saw no harm in spoiling her a bit while I reflected on my recent experience gains.

I had grown enough to gain power in both Monster and Class levels. **** and breeding seemed pretty monstrous to me, so I supposed that had something to do with it. The first choice was easy enough.

-Priest Level 2-
Health 43/43
Mana 13/75

Can create and destroy level 2 undead.

Lyla shuddered with an orgasm as the ripple of power flowed through me indicating I'd leveled up. Had she felt it? That was interesting. I withdrew my tentacle from her and guided her to lie down before me like a lapdog. She obeyed wordlessly.

Three points of power in my core again. I was really starting to enjoy this whole form of existence. A ****- and ****-beast could really feel at home here.

-Therionic Level 2-
Health 53/53
Mana 29/75
Physical Attack and Defense Bonus +20%
Magic Resist Bonus +5%

I decided to pump up my more bestial side. Devil already packed a real punch with the Dark magic and having seen my own magic in action, I wanted that nominal increase to magical resistance. By leveling a Monster race, I gained another two points of power in my core, but these were clearly Dark.

Five points of power. Three Light, two Dark. It was a good day to be me.

To start, I wanted to not have to worry about mana. I pressed one Class upgrade point into my mana pool.

I followed that up with an investment in my Dark Magic ability, curious to see what would happen.

Mana 44/90

New Priest Skill: Dark Magic - Mark
Brand a follower with a holy symbol, marking them the property of your god.
New Priest Skill: Dark Magic - Desecrate
Claim a location for your god, strengthening their influence there. Dispels Light-based effects in location.

Ah, so that was it. As a priest of Melanoche and the patriarch of a new line of devil blood, the literal children of the goddess herself, these new spells would strengthen her influence in the world. So be it. I remained committed to the goddess whose favor imbued me with this power. I felt no kinship towards my cousins, the other devils in this world. Carnachias had told me they had become lost. Useless. In need of correction. I would not forget my purpose, nor would I forget the goddesses who'd granted me this life.

I held my hand out over Lyla's body and used my new Mark spell, directing its effect toward her shoulder.

Priest Skill: Dark Magic - Mark

Mana 41/90

She stiffened, grunting with discomfort. Her grunts became a surprised cry of pain as the brand took hold, burning her flesh with black flames. I held her down as the spell worked its course just because I wanted to see it happen. The spell ended, leaving Lyla whimpering softly. She didn't understand what I'd done to her, and didn't need to. She belonged to Melanoche, now.

As a Priest, favored of Melanoche, I could sense the Mark on the girl's body. I could sense her. I wasn't sure exactly what the benefit was, but the reality of the Mark was beyond question. It put a claim on her in a way that pleased my goddess. I took a closer look: it was an elegant sort of thing, a triangle with a line across it, the whole thing seeming to drip or bleed slightly, circumscribed with a circle made of what appeared to be two horns. I committed the symbol to memory. Melanoche. The Black Night.

Feeling experimental, I held out both arms and spread them wide, reaching for the other new spell I'd gained.

Priest Skill: Dark Magic - Desecrate
Mana 21/90

Dark magic flowed from me and settled into everything around me. It burrowed into the grain of wood, it stained the glass and stone of the walls, and permeated the air. It was all invisible, but I could feel it. The area was large, claiming the entire house and most of the yard. I took a breath. Nothing seemed truly different, but to my senses everything was. I couldn't quite explain it.

Both women shivered slightly as the spell was cast. Lyla actually moaned softly as if she could feel the difference. Perhaps she could, Marked as she was.

Alright, enough sentiment. I wanted some more teeth. I turned my attention back to my Assassin self. Fixing the desire for more aggressive potential in my mind, I surrendered the point to my core. But I couldn't keep all thoughts of Melanoche from my mind as the new power took form.

New Assassin Skill: Blood of the Martyr
Inflict wound that will not stop bleeding without magical intervention. This skill recovers mana on use and grants 100% bonus Class XP if the victim dies from blood loss.
Cooldown: 3 hours.

Well now, that was interesting. I flexed my claw, itching to try it out. But not on poor Lyla. She was a mother, and marked, at that. Perhaps Henri would entertain with a slow ****.

That was all I had for Class growth. There were still those two points of Monster power to consider. I was a little unclear on what to do with them, but I was pulled from my concentration by the older woman standing awkwardly near me, trying to get my attention without disturbing me. She seemed to have been trying to figure out how to do that for a while by the time I'd noticed her.