Chapter Five

Lust tutted and tossed her inky curtain of hair, unbothered. Her tongue traced her lips like a lioness post-feast. “What a fascinating specimen you are, darling.” She patted a subtle swell in her otherwise taut belly. The brand on her pelvis still shimmered. “Toward the end, I swear… it felt as if I were feeding off myself. That flavor—impossible to counterfeit or replicate.”

Void straightened, still dazed, the hum of her aura crawling once more across his skin. Diminished now, yes—but not harmless. He could feel the itch of it, subtle and seductive.

“Then we’re done?” he asked, coolly. “No obligations, no reprisals?”

“Done?” Lust laughed, a throaty, delighted sound. “Oh, sweetling. I did promise you a reward for passing my trial. And a boon you shall have—a princely prize, indeed. But freedom?” Her gaze narrowed. “Freedom was never part of the arrangement. You’ve piqued my curiosity too deeply for that.”

Void met her gaze with a stern glare. Lust only smiled wider.

“Such fire,” she purred. “I do love the defiant ones. Normally, I take great pleasure in breaking men like you—but to ruin something so extraordinary would be… criminal. Listen, at least. Weigh your options. Patience begets wisdom, no?”

“Master…” Eleanor’s voice was soft. Pleading. “Please. Hear her out. She can be reasonable.”

Void didn’t answer, but crossed his arms with deliberate calm.

Lust stretched languidly onto her side, sinking into the opulent nest of furs and cushions, tail flicking with lazy satisfaction. “You won’t wear my brand—more’s the pity—but what happened between us… has altered things. Permanently.”

Her amethyst eyes held his. “You did something during our communion. You drew on that strange space inside you and took a part of me. Wove it into yourself. Whether you wanted to or not, we’re bound now. Not in the manner I’d hoped… but bound, nonetheless.”

Void frowned, instinctively probing his altered self. Stronger. Sharper. He could feel the difference—more durable in mind and flesh alike. And his cock…

Gods above. That cock. It dangled to his knees. Still thick in a semi-flaccid state.

Both women stared hungrily.

“I think you already know,” Lust murmured, lifting a knee to feather delicate fingers across her dewy cleft. “What we could have.”

She lingered in the moment, then exhaled and reined herself back in. “But I digress. I offer you a proposition. Gharath-Dur grows dull. I wish to travel. To spread my creed to new lands, gather fresh disciples, and drown the world in glorious sin. For that, I need a champion—someone who can withstand me, match me, survive me. One who won’t succumb to my appetites.”

Her tail curled suggestively.

“The journey will be perilous. My enemies are many. But should you rise to the challenge…” She grinned like a true predator. Pointed incisors gleaming. “…the rewards will be world-changing.”

“You keep talking about rewards,” Void noted dryly, his meaty member twitching with renewed interest. “But none seem forthcoming.”

“Must I spell it out? I am your reward, darling. You will have the earthly embodiment of Lust, willing to perform the lewdest, most depraved acts of carnality gracing your bed nightly.” The short-stack succubus rolled onto her tummy, shaking her plump, heart-shaped tushie at him. Those toned cheeks clapped and rippled deliciously. “In any hole you wish. At any time you wish. With any partner, playmate, or passing beauty that catches your fancy. I’m not particular. Collect a harem, if that is your desire. I shan’t object, but neither will I stop feeding on you. Should you perish… well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

Lust’s tiny pink g-string flossed her cushiony crack as she stared wantonly over her shoulder at him. Void’s gargantuan girth hardened instantly.

“There’s one final thing you should know about me, darling.” She crooned, twisting to sit facing him, spreading her glistening thighs. “More than any other succubus, I am insatiable. Care to seal the deal?”

Void glanced at Eleanor, who was still disheveled after her voyeuristic episode. She gave an almost imperceptible nod.

“Don’t suppose a handshake will suffice?” He asked sardonically.

“Guess again, lover.”

Void squared his shoulders, bracing for another magical tug-of-war. The thrill was undeniable—equal parts arousal and challenge. The idea of bedding this impossibly alluring demoness again, so soon, made his blood surge. Lust writhed in place as he approached, anticipation etched into every twitch of her taut frame.

And she had said any hole…

“On your back. Legs up.” He commanded, shaking his stentorious shaft in a blatant show of intent.

“My, my. How assertive.” Lust giggled, flipping onto her back and lifting her feet skyward with theatrical flair. “Is my new champion trying to dominate me? How ambitious. Fair warning—I’m a power bottom.”

“We’ll see.”

Without wasting another second, Void hooked her ankles over his shoulders, hoisted her hips, and yanked aside the sliver of fabric posing as underwear. Then, without hesitation, he sank deep into her slick, yielding rear entrance.

“Hrrnnngh~!”

The strangled cry she let out was more invitation than protest. If anything, it was the starter pistol for round two. Even as he buried more of his unfeasible phallus into her clenching bowels, the short-statured succubus countered with feral precision.

“A bold move,” she gasped, voice hitching as she parted globular cheeks wider for him. “Catching me off guard like that. Though I pegged you for an ass man the moment we met. Succubi don’t eat mortal food, you know—our assholes are entirely recreational. Now get deeper. All the way. I want to feel every inch of that champion cock.”

“Seven hells…” Void snarled.

Her smaller frame was bent double, knees mashed against her plush tits, yet she rolled her hips up to meet his every thrust—somehow boneless, yet defiant, ravenous. He loomed over her, pinning her in place with sheer size and ****, but she met his pace stroke for stroke, clenching down with obscene pressure.

Even in the prone position, folded in half beneath his muscular form, Lust held the sexual high ground.

Her sensational booty gripped and dragged along his length, milking every beefy inch like it had a mind of its own. Wet, rhythmic smacks echoed off the chamber walls as he slammed into her with relentless rapidity, while her aura flared and sucked—draining his altered essence with every rectum reaming plunge.

Two fronts. One war.

Void struggled to match the infernal Avatar’s ceaseless hunger. Unleashing his null-space, he dredged two fingers into her dripping pussy. Drinking in Lust’s pervasive power, he circled her budding clit, coaxing more feminine juices from her sodden slit.

That unique mana flooded his core, rich and fortifying. A bulwark in the defense against her attack. Made from the unholy Avatar’s being, to stave off her fatal appetite.

“Ah-ha, there it is!” She gasped, long lashes fluttering like batwings. “That taste, a scrumptious blend of mortal and infernal… with a hint of something else. Something sacred? Mm-hmmm~! I could dine on you for days, darling. Gobble you up while speared on this divine cock!”

The drag on his reserves intensified, scraping him hollow. Doubling down in retaliation, he wrenched on hers in return, pistoning into her inhumanly tight insides. He chased the mana loop with reckless abandon, praying it would ignite again—his only chance at surviving her embrace.

Lust didn’t relent, draining him faster as she moaned and bucked whorishly in his grasp. Her hell-born figure was pure temptation, her sordid sounds a siren’s song, her scorching bowels constricted and tugged on him with soul-stealing insistence.

Void floundered, his balls rumbling like angry thunder gods ready to release their wrath on the unrighteous. Somewhere in the horny chaos, he realized—he needed more. A stronger bond. A deeper channel.

“D-damn you!” He spat, hands flying to her throat in fury. “This is your idea of a reward?”

“Yes, lover!” She cried, leaning into his **** hold, alight with wicked glee. “I am damnation made flesh! Punish me! Ruin me! Rage against this wretched body. And if you dare…” Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “Kiss me.”

Her face tipped upward, moist lips parted invitingly. Despite being trapped beneath him, fucked raw and throttled, she blushed like a virgin bride. The flush turned her sapphire skin an interesting shade of puce.

“Fuck it.”

Void mashed his mouth against hers, devouring her in a ****, furious kiss. And for the first time, he bared his core—completely, without restraint.

The emptiness inside him, the cursed nothingness which was his namesake, burst free. It might have swallowed the entire chamber, consumed the forsaken Chantry, erased whole city blocks of Gharath-Dur in a single blink of oblivion.

But it didn’t.

Instead, as their tongues tangled and power collided, his void latched onto the heart of Lust’s essence—ancient and forbidden—then tore it from her.

Like a starving beast claiming its kill.

Void’s entire body lit up, flooded with the Avatar’s hedonistic mana. Glutting himself on the magic, he smashed into her, nailing the no longer smirking demoness to the floor. Her supernatural insides spasmed around the hung healer as he slammed the stolen power and his butt-plugging ginormity back into her.

“Hnnyaaaa~!”

She wailed into their kiss, cumming messily on his thrusting fingers and sawing shaft when Void exploded inside her.

No heady cycle of magical exchange this time. Simply animal instinct—an ecstatic union forged in carnal compulsion.

“Fuuuuuck!!” Void howled, mana and seed gushing from him like a ruptured aqueduct, almost carrying him away. “Take it and be done!”

Lust didn’t answer–couldn’t answer. The succubus thrashed in convulsive paroxysms, locked in a silent scream as violet light flared from her flawless flesh, gaping lips, dilated eyes, and the shifting brand emblazoned across her pelvis.

Void stared, mesmerized, as the luminous mark warped and reformed. A love heart now beat at the center of the three lashing tentacles, pulsing in rhythm with the last staggering eruptions from his tormented balls until, after a head-spinning eternity, he was finally spent.

And still alive.

“Wh—what was that?” he panted, blinking dazedly.

“You did it, Master!” Eleanor appeared at his side, throwing her arms around him with palpable relief. “When I felt your auras clash, I feared the chamber would collapse before you were done!”

“I dare say it nearly did,” Lust said in a contented coo. The hellborn hottie positively basked in a literal afterglow. Utterly relaxed. Utterly at ease. Still skewered on Void’s unyielding immensity. “Such strength. Such promise! In all my centuries, I’ve never encountered your like. Our compact is sealed by sex and soul essence.”

“What marvelous adventures we shall have, touring the nine queendoms!” She cackled giddily. “My champion, my faithful acolyte, and me. I believe it is high time I visited my dear sisters. A family reunion is long overdue.”

Void exchanged a wary look with Eleanor, who pensively gnawed her bottom lip.

What in the seven hells had he just signed up for?

End of Part One

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