Seriously?! Who the fuck needs an AOE charm against a creature that feeds off lust?
"Sigh..." Eva had the audacity to shrug. "Hey, you never know when you'll need to make an entire room of enemies wet for you. Could be useful."
"This is a hive full of fuck-crazed meat puppets!" I jabbed a clawed finger at the writhing walls around us. "What the hell are you gonna do—make them hornier?!"
"Yes?" She said it like it was obvious. "That's what the skill does, are you stupid, Aza?"
'This... Little shit!'
I just stared at her, weighing the possibility of killing her now versus letting her be bait for the Varul Queen. The latter had a certain appeal.
Umbra made a low, rumbling growl, the kind that vibrated through my bones, like he was telling us both to stop being idiots and get to the killing part. His fur bristled, black shadows curling around him like smoke ready to ignite. The Cinder Wraiths hissed softly, their whispering voices bleeding into the stale air.
The Varul Queen shifted. Not a single, simple movement—more like an entire landmass adjusting. Folds of slick, pale-pink flesh rippled along her length, tentacles curling, uncurling, tasting the air. The vampire on her back twitched—just a flicker of movement, enough for its eyes to slit open fully. Crimson light bled across the room like a pulse.
And I felt it.
A pull. A deep, clawing call in the marrow of my bones. Hunger answering hunger.
"Ohh!" Eva must've felt it too—her pupils went wide, her breathing quickened. She licked her lips like a starving wolf. "I take it back. I like her."
"You would," I muttered, dragging my weapon into a ready stance. My hell chain whispered over the slick floor, dripping blood from its last victim.
The Queen's mouth—or what passed for it—peeled open, revealing a wet cavern lined with ring after ring of gnashing, serrated teeth. She didn't roar. She didn't scream. She moaned.
A deep, wet, shuddering sound that sent a fresh wave of infected humans stumbling in from the tunnels.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," I snarled, stepping forward. "Umbra—tear through them. Wraiths freeze and burn whatever you touch."
"And me?" Eva pointed at herself, her tail lashing with anticipation, clearly itching for the fight.
"Don't distract me."
"Heee!..." She was silent for a moment, mouth open as she blinked rapidly at me. Then she giggled like a true fucking bitch.
"HAHAHA." And just because she was that kind of asshole, she added, "Maybe I'll fuck some of them while you work."
"Just go and get me that vampire. Alive. Intact." I narrowed my eyes, meeting her gaze. "I need to devour him."
"Mmm~, kinky." Her eyes lit up, feral. Dangerous. And, damn her, hotter than hell.
She leaned into a low bow.
"I live to serve my hot wife, Aza."
"I'm not your damn WIFE!" I screamed in fury. I'm a man... well, I was a man in my past life. And now I have tits, a big ass, and even pussy, no offense. But... But....! I have dick!! Yes, IT EXISTS!!!! I may look like a female succubus, but I was a man so.... so.... SO!!! I'm not fucking gay! NO!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Hehehe," the purple-haired succubus didn't seem to care.
She just kept enjoying my internal crisis, and before I could punch her for that, the Varul Queen struck. A tentacle lashed out, the hooked barbs along its underside tearing a furrow through the flesh-wall before it even reached us. Eva darted aside, claws flashing, while I brought my flail up in a brutal arc, smashing into the meaty length. It gave a sound like splitting fruit, spraying thick, warm ichor across my chest.
The smell hit instantly—sour-sweet, intoxicating in the worst way. My mouth watered despite myself. Every instinct demanded I open, lap it up. Lose myself.
Eva grinned at me as she slid between the tentacles, graceful as a dancer, her tail whipping a gleaming trail behind her. I grit my teeth and forced myself to ignore the sensation, turning my attention toward the nearest tentacle. My chains wove in a looping motion before wrapping around the flesh like rope.
"Tempting, isn't it?" Eva's voice purred, not a whisper but a low hum that somehow cut through the Queen's throbbing moan. Her eyes were fixed on me, a dangerous, knowing glint in their depths. "Imagine what that could do to you."
"Shut up, Eva!" I swung my flail with more force than strictly necessary, not caring if I hit her, the bitch needs some lessons in women's matters... Like the fuck I know about women's matters.
'Fuck... I'm losing my mind around this bitch.'
Anyway, my hell chain hissed as it tightened, digging into the slick, pulsating meat. The Varul Queen thrashed, her many eyes snapping toward me in scattered focus. I planted my feet, keeping hold of the chains even as the pressure intensified. There was the sharp sound of cracking bone and a horrible wet sucking as my hell chains forced the limb up, exposing a second set of pulsing mouths hidden by the slime on her belly. The Queen hissed, flailing and shuddering violently as she tried to tear herself free from my hell chains.
"Hold still, you oversized cum-slug," I snarled, yanking hard. The flail's head spun, tearing through the tentacle with a wet shhhhk-rip.
The severed piece writhed on the ground like it still thought it could fight, spasming until the Wraiths descended upon it. Their touch froze the flesh in seconds, frost racing along its length before shattering it into steaming chunks.
Umbra slammed into the incoming thralls or infected humans, his jaws clamping down on a screaming, half-naked male whose chest split open under the force. Blood sprayed across the corrupted floor as my shadow panther dragged the body away, tearing it to ribbons before leaping onto the next.
"Whee~!" Eva's voice rang out from above—because of course she was leaping from tentacle to tentacle like a deranged acrobat. Her claws dug deep into the Queen's flesh, leaving glittering violet burns in their wake. Every lash of her tail sliced open another patch of slime-covered hide.
"Eva! Stop playing and get the damn vampire!"
I wanted to devour that vampire for the chance to receive one of its skills. However, the chance for that to happen was extremely low. I'm pretty sure that the Varul Queen infected the vampire, changing its race to an 'Infected', giving me only stat points, like what happened with the infected humans. But hey, at least I'll receive something from devouring.
"Stop acting like you're not enjoying yourself, Aza!" Eva called back, breathless, crouching low before springing toward the Queen's upper carapace. A tentacle snapped at her mid-air—she twisted like a cat, slicing through the meat with a vicious strike, then grabbed onto the undulating, pulsing mass.
"Got you." She was about to catch the vampire when suddenly the Varul Queen sucked him into her snail-like body, protecting it.
"Dammit!" Eva cursed out loud, and in that moment, she failed to notice that two pink tentacles were attacking from behind.
"Shit—!"
Fortunately for the little, horny succubus, my hell chains were faster, wrapping around her tail and pulling her toward me. Eva landed beside me just in time for my Cinder Wraiths to appear out of thin air, cutting one of the tentacles while I tore through the other one with my hell chain.
"Thanks, Aza~" she purred, leaning just a little too close for comfort, her breath hot against my ear. "You saved my ass."
"Move," I growled, shoving her away before she decided to make the 'thank you' physical.
The Varul Queen didn't waste time. The whole chamber shook as her massive body surged forward, slime-slick folds undulating like a tidal wave of flesh. Tentacles hammered down in erratic patterns, some slamming the ground hard enough to send chunks of meat-wall flying, others snapping sideways in whipping arcs that could tear a person in half.
The Cinder Wraiths swirled around me like a burning storm, their blue flames freezing anything that brushed against them before shattering it into grotesque crystal dust. Umbra darted in and out of the chaos, his shadow-blur form ripping thralls apart before they even realized he was there.
"She's guarding the vampire now," Eva noted, her claws flexing, eyes locked on the part of the Queen's body where the blood-sucking parasite had been sucked inside.
"Obviously, it's her food source," I snarled, snapping my fingers, summoning all of my six hell chains, then I modified the end of the chains to razor-sharp blades.
The six blades burst into existence, their edges glowing with the heat of the Abyss, dripping embers that hissed and spat when they touched the wet, fleshy floor. My chains were crafted to trap gods; a mere hivemind parasite queen would stand no chance to keep me from devouring my prey.
The Vampire and herself.
"Now we carve our way in… Let the feast begin."