The Varul Queen's body convulsed, a tidal quake of flesh that nearly shook me off my feet. Her moans deepened, the kind that rattled bones and made the air itself throb like a giant's heartbeat. Pink worm slimes sluiced down the walls, dripping into pools that hissed when my burning black-flamed chains sparked against them.
"HAHAHAHA," Eva laughed. Of course, she laughed—perched on a tentacle like some hell-born gymnast, fangs flashing in a grin that belonged on a predator high on blood.
"Carve our way in, huh? Sounds like a plan to me. You think you can reach it first, or should I race ya again, Aza? Gonna put your pussy on the line this time?"
I wasn't going to ask why her tone went so dirty so fast. With Eva, there were times it was better just not to know.
"It's not a fucking contest, you sadistic piece of shit." I snarled, yanking my chains taut. Six blades bit deep, embedding into folds of slick meat. Steam rose where Abyssal flame clashed with a corrupted, slime-like body. The Queen shrieked—or moaned harder, hell if I could tell—and the walls pulsed like they had veins.
The vampire inside her twitched again. Its eyes flared, glowing like coals inside translucent flesh. My hunger sharpened to a knife's edge. I needed it. The power. The skills. Whatever it had before infection—mine. All of it. Every last fucking drop.
Umbra roared, his demonic growl filling the chamber. He launched into a mass of infected humans using shadows to his advantage, tearing them apart like a meat blender. The Cinder Wraiths spiraled tighter around me, their frostfire hissing as they froze slabs of dripping meat before bursting them apart in showers of steaming shards.
Eva dove low, slashing and twisting through a frenzy of tentacles like she was swimming. Every pass, flesh tore like wet paper, smoking violet char cut into glistening lines as her claws melted her way forward.
She landed with a splash, drenched in pink slime, grinning like she'd just been baptized in sin.
"Mmmm. I could get used to this," she purred.
"Try not to orgasm until after we kill it!" I snapped, commanding my hell chains to pierce even further into her disgusting skin. The Varul Queen screeched again and then... then.
SHE THREW UP!
Not just slime. Not just filth.
A whole tidal wave of pink, wriggling sludge erupted out, spraying across the chamber like a flood of corrupted semen. Worm-slimes with needle maws flopped and splattered over us, hissing as they writhed into motion. The stench hit like a hammer—sweet, rotting fruit mixed with blood and old sex. My eyes watered instantly.
"OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" I bellowed as the slime coated me from tits to ass, dripping off my horns, sizzling on my burning chains. "SHE ACTUALLY PUKED ON US!"
Eva? She was laughing her ass off.
"Pfft—HAHAHAHA! Oh gods—Aza, you look like you just came out of an orgy with a thousand tentacles. Wait. That's kinda hot. Pose for me, baby~!"
"I'LL KILL YOU!" I roared, whipping my chains in a fury. The black flames shrieked as they cut through the worm-slimes, burning them into exploding chunks of smoking goo. Every swing ignited the chamber in flashes of abyssal fire, each worm squealing like a stuck pig as it burned to death.
Then I refocused my attacks on the Varul Queen.
As I predicted, and based on my past experience. Most, if not all, hive-mind queens are weaker than their soldiers; their purpose is always to only lay eggs and spread more of their infection, not to fight on the frontlines. And apparently, this Varul Queen was unlucky.
Her nest was located in a barren wasteland with only ghouls and humans at her disposal. Even her vampire servant was of low rank and not a threat at all. She didn't have the resources to grow stronger soldiers because there were no strong beings to infect and feed on.
SLOP!
Her pink puke slopped off my shoulders in wet ropes, sizzling as it met the floor. Worm-slimes still wriggled around my ankles, snapping with needle maws until my chains flayed them apart into twitching hunks.
"Pathetic," I spat, yanking my chains free with a wet rip that made slime spray in ropes. The abyssal fire crawled deeper, carving smoking trenches across her bloated surface. "All that noise, all that slime, and you're still nothing but a brood-cow squatting in your own filth."
Eva landed beside me, slime dripping down her curves like obscene body paint. She didn't even bother wiping it away—she licked it from her claws, eyes glowing with manic hunger.
"Mmmm. Sour. But not bad. She's got a fight left in her, Aza. Think we can make her scream harder?"
"You're seriously the most revolting bitch I've ever met," I growled, bracing myself for another round of slimy explosions. However, that didn't happen, instead.
ROAAAARR!!!
The Vampire that was inside the Varul Queen let out a horrible roar from within its master's body, and immediately the entire fleshy chamber began to shake.
GROWL!
Then came the ghouls. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe. They dug tunnels from outside the nest and burst into the chamber all at once, answering the vampire's call. Their mangled bodies were drenched with dry blood. They crawled over the fleshy ground, snarling, screaming, moaning, drooling. Their eyes—pale, empty, hungry—locked onto me and only me.
"Oh shit..." Eva cursed behind me, and the moment her voice reached my ear.
There was a horrific scream of ripping flesh. One I saw before in my old world when a ghoul horde wiped out an entire kingdom in a single night, leaving nothing behind.
Few ghouls are weak and easy to kill when you know how, but a horde is an entirely different beast.
But before I could react.
"Leave it to me," Eva leaped into the air, her entire body glowing pinkish-purple.
"ABSOLUTE CHARM!"
The moment Eva roared her skill, the air itself seemed to throb.
Her aura detonated outward in a pinkish-purple blast, rippling through the chamber like a shockwave of perfume, lust, and raw hunger. Every ghoul froze mid-lunge, claws extended, mouths dripping gore—but their eyes… their eyes rolled white, then bled over with glowing violet.
The sound of the horde changed. No longer snarls and shrieks—it was moaning. Wet, broken moans that echoed like a choir of the damned discovering pleasure for the first time.
"Ohhh yesss~," Eva purred, her body glowing brighter, her wings flaring wide, dripping with slime and violet fire. "The ugliest army in existence—moaning for me like dogs in heat. Aza, are you jealous yet?"
"Jealous?" I spat, slicing a ghoul in half with a single burning chain. It hit the floor in two steaming pieces. "I'm fucking disgusted!"
And, the absolute worst part?
It fucking worked.
Because of course it worked!!. This was Evangeline, the slut succubus. The very embodiment of sex, lust, depravity, and whatever the hell she wanted to be. She ate shame and feasted on humiliation. If something could be sexy, she would seduce it.
But damn it—her AOE charm was amazing.
"Ohhh, look at them, Aza~," she crooned, dragging her tongue slowly over one claw still slick with gore. "They're begging for me. They'd crawl into my pussy if I let them. Mmmm… I think it's better to let them crawl into your pussy, what do you think?"
"SHUT UP! Go make your goddamn minions useful and help us kill the damn thing. We got more important things to do."
"HAHAHA Fine fine," Eva threw her head back and laughed before jumping back into the action.
"Alright, boys and girls~" she purred, voice dripping with sinful command. "Tear. Her. Apart."
And like obedient dogs, the charmed ghouls turned—not toward me, not toward her—but toward their own worm-snail queen.
The wave shifted, hundreds of bodies hurling themselves at the Varul Queen, clawing into her flesh, ripping chunks free in frenzied devotion. The Queen shrieked, tentacles lashing in blind fury, but even her colossal mass quaked under the sudden betrayal. Her own minions gnawed on her swollen hide, ripping glowing egg-sacs from her body, spraying ichor like broken bladders.
"Wow," I stood there, drenched in slime, absolutely dumbfounded. "…You turned a fucking horde of ghouls into your fan club."
"Heheh," Eva, of course, only giggled louder, licking a ribbon of slime from her wrist.
"What can I say? They know quality when they see it." Her glowing eyes cut to me, sharp and hungry. "Don't be shy, Aza. I'll let you play with them too~."
"Pass," I growled, whipping my chains back toward the Queen. Black flame screeched through flesh, carving deep furrows in her body as she convulsed under the betrayal. "Just make sure that they leave the final strike to me. I want to hear her screams when I devour her."
"Sure, anything for you, my dear," Eva promised with a wide smile, and before I knew it, she hugged me tightly from behind, her soft boobs pressing against my back.
"Don't worry, Aza," she said, her right hand gently tapping on my belly. "I'll make sure this tummy will be packed."