Chapter 9

Their journey continued according to Karl's original plan. This land was not peaceful, especially in the wilderness and forests far from the main roads.

The first encounter occurred half a day after leaving the den. Three dire wolves, drooling and smelling the scent of humans, pounced out of the bushes, their target the seemingly delicate and helpless Lilith.

A fleeting, cold glint of a hunter's intent flashed in Lilith's purple eyes, but she remained rooted to the spot, merely turning her head slightly to look at Karl, as if awaiting instructions. This was the deeply ingrained influence of the contract—without her master's command, she would not voluntarily perform any form of "work," including killing.

Karl stood with his arms crossed, watching with amusement, wanting to see how capable his newly acquired **** was in combat. "Take care of them," he said calmly.

At the command, Lilith's figure suddenly blurred!

She didn't even need to use the bat wings on her back, relying solely on the succubus's innate agility and strength. Her slender figure moved like a ghost among the dire wolves, and her seemingly delicate, boneless hands instantly revealed sharp, knife-like purple nails at the fingertips.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

With barely a glimpse of the action, three streaks of purplish-black blood spurted out. The dire wolves' howls ceased abruptly; their heads or hearts had been pierced with pinpoint accuracy, and their corpses fell heavily to the ground, twitching twice before becoming still.

Lilith's figure became clear again. She gracefully flicked her hand, brushing away the blood and bits of flesh from her fingertips, restoring her nails to their original shape. She didn't even pant slightly; she simply turned to face Karl, curtsying slightly: "Master, all done." It was as if she hadn't just carried out a massacre, but merely swatted a few flies. Not a single drop of blood stained her sexy maid outfit.

Karl nodded in satisfaction. With such a powerful and absolutely obedient bodyguard and maid, the adventure ahead would undoubtedly be much easier. "Well done." He stepped forward and reached out to pinch her smooth chin as a reward. The delicate touch of his fingertips and her slightly tilted head, accepting the gesture, sent another surge of heat through Karl's lower abdomen.

A barely perceptible flicker crossed Lilith's purple eyes. Her master's touch and praise stirred a twisted sense of satisfaction within her, even softening the coldness that followed the killing. She subconsciously rubbed her cheek against Karl's fingers, like a cat trying to please its master.

As the sun set, Carl chose a spot to camp under a sheltered mountain wall.

Lilith immediately sprang into action. She efficiently gathered firewood and started a roaring campfire. Those claws, capable of easily tearing apart dire wolves, were now carefully placed rations near the fire to heat, her movements still somewhat clumsy, but with exceptional focus and concentration. The firelight illuminated her stunning profile and her erotic maid outfit, outlining breathtaking curves and creating an extremely eerie yet sensual scene.

Karl sat on the spread-out rug, watching his succubus maid prepare a simple dinner for him. The satisfaction of having such a powerful being at his service far surpassed any king's enjoyment.

After finishing their simple meal, the chill of the night gradually crept in. But a different kind of heat surged within Karl. His gaze, almost tangible, fell upon Lilith, who was kneeling by the fire, carefully cleaning up the mess. In the firelight, her breasts, beneath the sheer fabric, rose and fell slightly with her breath. The short skirt offered no concealment whatsoever; with the slightest movement, one could glimpse the plump flesh of her thighs accentuated by the top of her black stockings and the mysterious shadows deeper within.

"Come here." Karl's voice was hoarse with desire.

Lilith's body trembled slightly, and she immediately stopped what she was doing. She raised her head, her purple eyes meeting Karl's possessive gaze, and instantly understood his intention. A blush crept onto her cheeks, but without any hesitation, she obediently stood up, walked with somewhat stiff steps to Karl, and then slowly knelt down, looking up at him with moist and submissive eyes.

"Master..." Her voice was soft and melodious, naturally possessing a captivating charm.

Karl reached out, his rough fingers tracing the silky smoothness of her thigh, feeling the soft, supple skin beneath. His fingers slowly slid upwards, past the lace edge of the stockings, directly probing the absolute territory beneath her short skirt, touching an astonishingly slippery and moist area.

"Mmm..." Lilith let out a suppressed moan, her body trembling slightly. The mere touch of her master had quickly prepared her sensitive body. A familiar emptiness and throbbing came from the depths of her flower path, a longing to be filled.

Karl chuckled softly, no longer able to restrain himself. He roughly pulled her into his arms, flipped her over, and pressed her down onto the blanket that had been laid out. The cold air instantly touched her exposed skin, raising small goosebumps, but then Karl's burning body covered her.

Without any foreplay, he directly tore open the already practically useless sheer bra, opened his mouth and took one of the already erect, cherry-purple nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting it forcefully, while his other hand roughly kneaded the other full breast.

"Ah! Master... be gentle..." Lilith tilted her head back, letting out a moan that was both painful and pleasurable, her hands helplessly clutching the clothes on Karl's back.

Karl ignored her, his actions filled with the intent of conquest and possession. He swiftly unleashed his already raging desire, parted her long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings, and with a thrust of his hips, penetrated her deeply!

"Pfft—!"

"Aaaaaaahh ...

A familiar, overwhelming feeling of being completely filled and stretched, mixed with a slight tearing pain, washed over Lilith, causing her to let out a high-pitched scream. But soon, the pain was overwhelmed by the surging pleasure. The succubus's body responded honestly, its inner walls writhing and contracting wildly as if alive, tightly wrapping around and adhering to that thick, hard object, greedily absorbing its heat and power.

Karl began his ferocious conquest. Each thrust was heavy and deep, as if to utterly crush the beauty beneath him. The sounds of flesh colliding, the sticky splashes, the woman's wanton moans, and the man's heavy breathing echoed in the silent wilderness, mingling with the crackling of the campfire.

Lilith was completely lost. Her long legs wrapped tightly around Karl's waist, her slender waist instinctively rising to meet each powerful thrust, trying to let that weapon penetrate deeper. Her fingernails unconsciously scratched red marks on Karl's back, and the moans that escaped her mouth became increasingly sweet and wanton.

"Master...it's so deep...ah...it's hitting the spot...Lilith...Lilith is going to break...ahhh..."

Her consciousness floated in waves of pleasure, the afterimage of Raine long since vanished, leaving only the succubus's instincts and the absolute obedience and desire brought by the contract. She frantically demanded more, each thrust bringing an ultimate, soul-stirring pleasure.

Karl reveled in the tightness, warmth, and eagerness of the perfect body beneath him, savoring the powerful feeling of complete control. His indomitable spirit seemed to work in this "movement" as well, giving him boundless energy and astonishing stamina.

After an unknown amount of time, as Lilith was brought to orgasm for what felt like the umpteenth time, her body convulsing violently and her vulva opening and closing wildly, Karl let out a low growl and forcefully poured his scalding life essence into the deepest part of her womb.

"Ughhhhhh—! Give it to me!!!" Lilith let out a sharp cry, her body tensing as if electrocuted, greedily enduring the scorching pour, her inner walls spasming and squeezing, trying to extract the last drop.

After ejaculating, Karl lay panting on top of her. Lilith, on the other hand, slumped on the blanket like a pool of spring water, her eyes unfocused, her body covered in the marks of lovemaking, her lower abdomen slightly swollen, bearing her master's reward. The rich masculine scent and the smell of semen enveloped her, giving her a morbid sense of satisfaction and security.

Karl withdrew from her body, and a white, cloudy mixture immediately gushed from her swollen opening, soaking the blanket. He casually patted her plump buttocks. "Clean it up."

“Yes…Master…” Lilith responded hoarsely, struggling to her feet. She didn't even bother to wipe her disheveled lower body, first carefully cleaning Karl's still semi-erect penis with her mouth, then kneeling beside him. With **** shame yet earnestness, she cleaned away the traces her master had left inside her, swallowing them. With each swallow, she felt a faint but pure energy flow into her limbs, rapidly restoring her body, exhausted from the orgasm, and even making her stronger. This pleasure of becoming stronger intertwined with the humiliation of serving her master, making her addicted and unable to extricate herself.

This scene repeated itself throughout the rest of the journey.

They encountered several groups of insolent bandits, the outcome of which was predictable. Under Karl's orders, Lilith transformed into the most beautiful reaper, her purple figure flashing through the air, her claws and tail her deadliest weapons, leaving behind a trail of severed limbs. Her killing efficiency was astonishing, and her methods were sometimes cruel, seemingly venting some emotion, or perhaps simply enjoying the thrill of this power. After each massacre, when she returned to Karl's side, the purple light in her eyes intensified, and her alluring aura grew stronger, requiring Karl to "soothe" her restless desires with even more brutal sexual intercourse.

While camping, her service became increasingly adept. She started a fire, cooked, tidied the tent, and then used her body to satisfy all of her master's needs. She became more and more familiar with Karl's body and more and more adept at pleasing him. Sometimes she would even proactively serve him with her mouth, or while he rested, rub her full breasts against his arms and back, hinting at her desire. Her body seemed to exist solely to bear Karl's desires; each act of intercourse brought her unprecedented, intense pleasure, drawing her deeper and deeper into the abyss of depravity and attachment.

Karl increasingly enjoyed the process. Having such a powerful, beautiful ****, whose desires he could satisfy at any time, gave him an unprecedented sense of power and satisfaction. He would often deliberately tease her sensitive areas under her skirt during daytime marches, listening to her suppressed panting and watching her legs go weak and she stagger; or he would order her to sit in his lap, rubbing her sensitive buttocks and the base of her tail through her clothes until her face flushed and her eyes moist as she pleaded softly.

Occasionally, they need to enter human towns or villages to replenish supplies.

Only then would Karl command her: "Tuck in your horns and tail, and change the color of your eyes."

Lilith obediently channeled her magic. The small, curved horn on her forehead and the heart-shaped tail behind her hips slowly faded, and her amethyst eyes turned into a normal dark brown. Although her appearance was still breathtakingly beautiful, and her figure was even more alluring and voluptuous under the shameful maid outfit, she at least no longer looked like an obvious alien—although anyone could tell that this attire was definitely not that of a respectable woman.

Karl led her into town, basking in the various gazes cast upon them—the men's admiring, greedy, and lustful stares, the women's disdainful, jealous, and blushing sidelong glances. Lilith followed half a step behind Karl, her head bowed, trying to ignore the gazes that seemed to strip her naked, but her body felt a slight heat from the exposure and shame, and her inner thighs even felt involuntarily damp. She could only cling to Karl more closely, as if he were her only support.

This high-profile behavior inevitably attracted trouble.

In a tavern in a border town, several drunken mercenaries blocked their way. The leader, a one-eyed giant, had his eyes fixed on Lilith's snow-white cleavage, accentuated by a sheer bra, and her long, beautiful legs clad in black stockings beneath her skirt; he was practically drooling.

"Hey kid!" the one-eyed giant, reeking of ****, yelled at Karl, "How much for your maid... for a night? How about letting the brothers have some fun with her?" His companions behind him let out lewd laughter.

Karl's eyes turned cold. Before he could speak, a chilling killing intent flashed deep within Lilith's purple eyes behind him. Someone actually dared to covet their master's possessions?

But Karl pressed down on her shoulder, signaling her to calm down. He looked at the mercenaries, a cruel smile playing on his lips: "My maid isn't for sale. However, if you want to die, she can send you on your way for free."

The mercenaries were stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage. "Damn it! You're asking for it!" the one-eyed giant roared, reaching out to grab Lilith's chest.

Just as his hand was about to touch the thin gauze, a purple afterimage flashed by!

"Aaaaah—!" The one-eyed giant let out a bloodcurdling scream! His outstretched hand had been neatly severed at the wrist! The severed hand lay on the ground, its fingers still twitching.

Lilith had subtly turned to the side, one hand raised to her chest, blood dripping from the sharp nails protruding from her fingers. Her eyes were as cold as ice, a far cry from her previous submissive demeanor.

The tavern fell silent instantly, everyone stunned by the sudden bloodshed.

"You...you..." The one-eyed giant clutched his severed wrist, his face pale with pain, and looked at Lilith in terror.

The other mercenaries reacted, roaring as they drew their weapons and charged forward.

Lilith didn't even glance at Karl, awaiting his orders.

"Don't kill them all, it'll be a hassle," Carl said casually, walking over to a table and sitting down as if nothing was happening to him.

"Yes, Master."

Lilith moved again. She danced among the mercenaries, her claws and tail becoming deadly weapons. Screams, the cracking of bones, and the thud of weapons hitting the ground filled the air.

The battle ended in just a few breaths.