Chapter Four

Void walked a tightrope between anger and caution.

He recognized the danger the entity presented as she lounged in her richly appointed nest. The horned hellspawn was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. A venomous spider crouched in the center of an infinitely complex web of politics, magic, and intrigue.

Everything he hated about his old life and more besides.

The healer glanced at Eleanor, kneeling silently on the rugs before her Mistress, reading the tension in the stately maid’s posture. She had warned him repeatedly of her mistress’s changeable temperament, base cunning, and irresistible allure.

She hadn’t been exaggerating. If anything, Void reckoned, the white-haired matron may have undersold the threat.

At first glance, the seemingly young succubus appeared to be an unremarkable example of her kind. She was gorgeous, as all succubi were, possessing that supernatural seductive quality inherent to her ilk.

His eyes couldn't help but rake her supple contours, a nubile slenderness that transitioned into full endowments on her chest, hips, and rear. Not the obscenely mana-inflated tissue characteristic of a female spellcaster, but somehow more… perfect.

More irresistible.

Lust’s raw charisma and animal magnetism dragged at Void like a rip tide.

Every part of the demoness broadcasted sex. The strappy leather harness belted at her throat lifted and presented those immaculate blue breasts with their suckable pink nipples for his parched lips to suckle. Her sleek, muscular thighs churned as her whip-like tail worked between them. The aphrodisiac scent of her girl juices fogged the chamber, solidifying his restless cock.

“No mage, you say.” Lust crooned, adjusting the waistband of her tiny pink G-string. It dug into the firm flesh of her grabbable hips. “But you are something special. Something unique. Do not deny it, darling. There are no secrets between my acolyte and me. Our bond precludes deception.”

Eleanor shifted uneasily in place but didn’t voice an objection. Void fought a scowl and his growing arousal, resenting the Avatar’s cat-and-mouse orcshit.

Loosening the restraints on his null-space, he absorbed a modicum of her ambient aura. Testing the waters.

“If you know so much, let’s cut to the chase.” Void felt the inexorable pull lessen slightly. “What do you want with a human healer and his servant? Surely, you don’t suffer from mortal illness or injury.”

Lust grinned as though he’d stepped into a well-laid trap.

“But I am suffering… can’t you sense it? My body burns for a man's touch. Not any man, mind. Only one who is heroically endowed can quell the inferno consuming me, darling.” She squirmed prettily, cupping her tantalizing tits. “I felt you inside Eleanor. Felt that mighty weapon stretching her to her limits. What rapture! What ecstasy! I would have you visit such wonders upon me and cure my endless cravings.”

Her irises flashed pink, and the smell of damp demoness cunt grew stronger. Void’s colossal cock raged within his trousers, on the verge of tearing free from the confining garment. His clothing suddenly seemed an annoying hindrance, as though wearing anything was an insult in the presence of this mesmerizing creature.

Trying to calm his racing heart, Void let his null-space devour more of her pervasive energy. Discreetly. Carefully, lest she feel the transfer. It helped, if only a little. He attempted to speak through gritted teeth.

“Eleanor… Eleanor is…”

“Eleanor is a gifted student of the carnal arts. Few better. I, however, am a master. The master.” Lust rolled to her feet in a single elegant motion. Gods, she barely came up to his chest, and the quick movement made her softer parts wobble distractingly. “Taught her everything she knows. And I’ve forgotten more about indulgent pleasure than a hundred devoted whores could learn in a thousand lifetimes.”

The succubus’s tail retracted from between her toned thighs with a sucking shlorp, the spaded tip shining wetly in the diffuse light. She advanced on Void with predatory grace, waving the prehensile appendage.

Her fragrant arousal landed like a cannonball.

He groaned when she smeared it across his upper lip. Dainty blue hands swiftly unbuttoned the hunky healer’s vest and shirt, whipping the clothing away, exposing his chiseled torso.

Lust emanated a satisfied purr, mapping his solid pecks and washboard abs with the end of her tail, leaving glistening trails.

“Throughout my many centuries of existence, I have never encountered a male who personifies the true masculine ideal… until now.” She melted against Void’s front, gripping his prominent bulge possessively and stroking it through his pants. “I want you, darling. No, I need you! Swear yourself to my service. Promise yourself to me. Accept my spiritual brand, and I will make you my beloved consort. None would dare raise a finger against you, so long as you bear my mark.”

“Consort… brand?” Void’s thoughts were hazy, testosterone-laden slugs. Her hand pumped him lazily, and even through the coarse fabric, her skilled touch was exquisite.

He siphoned away more of her intoxicating mana. Attempting to temper the storm of bone-aching desire. His nullifying core spasmed, but it accepted the raw influx, clearing his mind somewhat.

Bearing a brand was the last thing he wanted!

Void had abandoned his noble house and title to escape such obligations and entanglements. He lived free, traveling where he wished, doing as he willed. The horizon beckoned, and he answered, tasting and experiencing the nine queendoms and all the marvels they held.

“Yes, become my lover and wear my spiritual brand with all the blessings it imparts.” Lust crooned, oblivious to his inner turmoil. “Persistent life. Prolonged youth and vigor. Tireless stamina. And…” She sank to her knees, unhitching his belt. “The fortitude to couple with me without expiring. My passions run deep, darling. Mere mortals risk everything when they worship at my altar. Though they never regret it.”

Unmoving beside them, Eleanor let out a quiet groan, nearly a sob.

It struck Void like a bucket of ice water.

“Nooo… No!” He gasped, grabbing the succubus’s horns to push her away. “I will not be bound.”

Despite his size advantage, she didn’t budge. Her short stature belied hidden reserves of strength. The blue-skinned seductress moaned instead, as though his rough handling excited her.

“Mmmmff~! Are you quite certain, darling? I know you want this.” Lust tore down Void’s trousers, untethering his turgid tool. The preposterous length shot up, impacted her chin with a meaty thwack. “Seven hells! It’s bigger than I dared imagine. Longer than my forearm and thicker around.” She latched on like a drowning sailor, jacking him aggressively towards her beguiling face. “Surely we can reach an accord. A wager, perhaps?”

He almost buckled then and there. Only the slow leeching of her prevalent aura kept Void’s head above the proverbial water, if barely. Kept her sheer salaciousness from engulfing him entirely.

Could he rely on that?

Bank on it to save his soul?

What other choice did he have in this high-stakes game with everything on the line?

“State your terms.” He grunted, fighting the urge to paint the Avatar’s stunning visage in gooey white spunk. “Quickly. No tricks. Or I leave and never return to this festering cesspit of a city.”

The demoness’s eyes blazed pink, drilling into him. Her voice reverberated with authority.

“Surpass my last champion and consort by outlasting the clock.” She flicked a manicured finger towards the tall hourglass mounted on the wall behind her. Brass gears clicked and whirled, upending the timepiece. Crimson grains trickled into the empty base. “Satisfy me. Slake my infernal desires. Survive them. Achieve that without the protection of my brand, and I will reward you like no one else. Failure to do so, however, carries a dire price. Your life.”

All or nothing. That was her deal.

Void’s girthy shaft lurched as she nuzzled the tip, her flaring gaze locked on him expectantly, ruby lips parted breathily. His heart thundered, and mind raced, not finding any other way out of their perilous circumstances.

Snubbing an Avatar of Deadly Sin in her seat of power would certainly carry deadly consequences, as might fornicating with the vaunted vixen. Her unholy presence was almost overwhelming while she played with him. Incurring her wrath would surely crush both him and Eleanor like insects.

Yet, the young healer still had a few cards up his non-existent sleeve…

“Your terms are accepted.” He rasped, then used his grip on her pink horns to stuff those smug grinning lips full of his stupendous stiffness.

“Glommmph!”

Lust didn’t object or struggle against Void’s sudden assertiveness. If anything, she smirked around his corpulent jaw-cracking cock. Her throat welcomed him. Her soft palate guided him into the strict confines of her ecstatic esophagus.

The outline of his beefy prick distended her slender neck as she eagerly gurgled and gulped him down.

Alarm bells rang in Void’s brain moments after he began ruthlessly face-fucking the dazzling demoness. A connection snapped into place between them. An ethereal link. A conduit through which Lust could drain his soul dry, even as she deep-throated his monstrous member.

The sensation was insidious. Electric. Immediately addictive.

An irresistible temptation that promised supreme gratification at the ultimate price. A decadent compulsion, offering transcendent pleasure laced with damnation. He couldn’t have stopped thrusting into her greedy mouth for all the treasures of heaven and hell.

But he could answer it in kind.

“Faaark!” Void bellowed, releasing his null-space to counter the succubus’s merciless draw. Her plump lips, clever tongue, and tight throat milked him expertly. “You’ll not… finish me… so easily.”

Treating her horns like handles, he twisted them, spinning Lust around until she sat facing away, craning back with her head tilted up so he could cram more of his titanic tool straight down her suctioning throat.

The twinkle in the inky-haired demoness’s glowing eyes conveyed her approval, the tip of her tail coiling around Void’s swinging sack as he piledrived her tonsils from above.

“Mluurrrp~!” She burbled, swallowing three-quarters of his gullet-stuffing fuckpole.

Her ability to take so much was utterly supernatural, as were the maddening sensations of her scorching insides. Coaxing and pulling at him, effortlessly delivering searing sparks of carnal delight. She was undeniably created for sex. Every facet of the Avatar’s being, sinisterly sculpted to lure men to their doom.

Void could feel her unique mana pouring into his nullifying core, collecting there as she slowly drained away his life essence. Taking her time and enjoying herself.

Too preoccupied or simply unbothered by his magical subterfuge.

He hunched over to maul her supple tits. The boyant blue melons capped in rubbery pink nipples yielded to his clawing fingers. Slightly too big for his hands, but the perfect teardrop shape.

Master artists would have wept, failing to capture their perfection on canvas.

Void used them as handholds for more hip-thrusting leverage as he fucked her enchanting face.

Sweat beaded his skin and he glanced towards Eleanor, who had pulled up her robe to finger herself with a dazed expression, then the hourglass, which still showed over more than half the time remained.

The muscular healer groaned when essence-infused precum jetted from him. Lust’s cock-sealed lips quirked in what had to be a grin, drinking greedily.

A complex brand shone above her hairless mound—a swirling, branching design with three tentacle-like arms extending from a hole at the center, blazing in violet light.

She was preparing to consume his soul like a tasty morsel, condemning him to damnation.

It was now or never.

In a **** gambit, Void gathered the Avatar’s stolen mana in his null-space and slammed it through their connection in the only way he knew how.

Her hedonistic aura blasted through his gut-gouging prong, exploding into Lust’s middle.

The gorgeous succubus’s muffled scream vibrated up his steely length as the magical transfer commenced. She’d caught the end of it while inhabiting Eleanor earlier that day, but hadn’t experienced the entire effect.

Orgasmic arcs of power shot between them, and the toe-curling loop spun to life, the energy swapping back and forth in bone-shaking waves.

Her mana coursed through his vital channels, replacing the leeched life essence with the Avatar’s primal mojo, mingling and mixing before rocketing from Void on a torrent of sticky seed.

“Unholy shiiiiit!!” He roared.

Lust’s whole body arched, hips leaving the carpets, pussy gushing as he bucked and came down her throat. Mind reeling at the foreign power permeating his muscles and sinews. Hardening them, invigorating them. Lending him strength like he’d never felt before.

When the energy cycled back to Void, he drew it into his core. Focusing and refining it in the null-space, stripping away any ambient elements. Then he returned the distilled mana in a shot of pure animalistic desire.

His vision dimmed as it left, his monster cock ensconced balls deep in the startled demoness’s esophagus. She gagged and spluttered on the eruption of creamy spunk, her slim neck warped by his enlarged erection.

“Gluuuurk!”

And so it went. Lust sucked life, mana and seed from Void, only for him to drag out a healthy helping of the Avatar’s distinctly singular magic to replenish and reinforce himself before feeding it back to her again.

Round and round they spiraled, until time unraveled and the world narrowed to the pursuit of carnal ecstasy. Void’s null core refined Lust’s mana like an oyster polishing a pearl—slowly, insistently, with aching precision. His inner channels expanded in crystalline lattices, adapting to the fearsome currents of energy passing between them.

“Enough!” Eleanor’s panicked voice cut through the fugue. “Mistress, Master—the trial has ended. Please, you must stop!”

Reality snapped back into place. Void staggered, breath ragged. Lust withdrew from him with theatrical finesse, her throat releasing him with the practiced grace of a sword swallower. His swollen cock, gleaming and elongated, hung well past his knees, sparkling with her saliva.

They turned to the hourglass. The crimson sand had long since pooled at the bottom.

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