The forest ambush site reeked of blood, charred flesh, and the metallic tang of spilled demonic essence. Twenty-one neutral-path cultivators stood in a loose circle among the slaughtered convoy, the ground slick with gore and the sticky nectar of dead succubi.
Captain Lian Wuxin sat alone on a fallen log, the golden core aura around him flickering coldly. His expression was completely blank as he stared at the glowing screen of his communication device — a wedding photo of his step-mother. She looked radiant in crimson silk, massive tits barely contained, smiling up at the towering demon who now owned her completely.
One of his subordinates, a nervous Foundation-level kid, crept closer. "Boss… what are you doing? Is that… your step-mother?"
Lian didn't even blink. In the flattest, most emotionless tone imaginable, he answered:
"Yes. She married a demon."
The subordinate swallowed hard. "Then… why the hell are we taking this mission? It's obviously going to piss off the entire demonic path…"
Lian stared at the photo a second longer, then spoke like he was reading a grocery list:
"Ever since I was a kid… I loved my step-mother. Especially her pink, dripping wet pussy. We had an affair for years. Fucked constantly. Morning, noon, night. I'd sneak into her room while my father was away and bury my face between her thighs until she soaked the sheets. But then… that fucking demon seduced her. Won her over with his thick cock and endless stamina. She submitted completely. Became his personal succubus. Now she only moans for him."
Absolute silence fell over the twenty-one men.
Not a single breath. Not a single fart. Twenty pairs of eyes blinked in perfect, innocent synchronization, like children who had just been asked a question far too complicated for their tiny brains. They stared at each other, then at their captain, then back at each other — blink… blink… blink — completely lost for words.
Meanwhile, miles away on the moonlit road to Obsidian Heartwood…
The luxurious obsidian carriage rocked violently on its suspension. Inside, the air was thick, humid, and drenched in the filthy symphony of raw sex.
Ace had the violet-skinned succubus folded in deep missionary, pounding her mercilessly. His heavy balls slapped wetly against her soaked ass — *clap-clap-clap-clap* — while her dripping cunt made loud, creamy *schlick-schlick-schlick* sounds around his thick cock. He sucked hard on one bouncing crimson tit, teeth grazing the stiff nipple as she screamed in ecstasy.
Kai was destroying the crimson-skinned beauty right beside him, kissing her sloppy and deep, tongues sliding wetly while his hips snapped forward, balls smacking her ass with every brutal thrust.
Riven had the silver-haired succubus pinned beneath him, one hand around her throat as he railed her in the same hungry rhythm, the wet sounds of three thick cocks destroying three greedy demonic pussies filling the entire carriage.
Loud, broken moans and wet slaps echoed endlessly.
Far across the continent, inside the roaring volcano, Azrath Kain Veyl sprinted like a mad god. Each step shattered the ground beneath him, lava exploding in geysers as his killing intent turned the entire mountain range black with terror. His muscles bulged, veins glowing molten, massive cock swinging heavily between his thighs with every thunderous stride.
Back in the House of Lust, Patriarch Asmodeus Kain Veyl sat slumped on his throne, the weight of the day pressing down on him like lead. After a long, exhausted sigh, he picked up his private crystal and called the one person who could still make him feel something.
His step-mother answered on the first ring, her voice dripping with lust.
"Mmm… yes, my sweet boy?"
"Mommy… I don't want to do this anymore," he muttered, voice tired and vulnerable.
She didn't miss a beat. Her tone turned silky, wicked, and dripping with hunger.
"Come home, honey. Your step-father is gone for an entire week at the auction… The mansion is empty. My bed is cold. Come home and fuck Mommy senseless like you used to."
Asmodeus dropped everything.
The Patriarch of the House of Lust — one of the most feared demons in existence — stood up, cock already hardening visibly beneath his robes, and vanished in a swirl of black flames, heading straight to the only woman who could still make him forget the weight of his empire.
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The grand bedroom pulsed with raw, intoxicating heat. Seraphine and Tamamo Lyris Veyl were lost in each other on the massive silk-covered bed, bodies glistening with sweat under the golden glow of floating orbs. Tamamo's nine luxurious white tails coiled possessively around Seraphine's waist and thighs, the soft, fluffy fur brushing teasingly over pale skin as the two women devoured one another.
They kissed like they were starving — deep, messy, saliva-swapping kisses filled with love and filthy hunger. Tongues slid wetly together, strings of spit connecting their lips every time they gasped for air. Tamamo's massive, heavy breasts squished against Seraphine's perky tits, stiff nipples dragging and rubbing while their hips rolled in perfect rhythm. Two fingers from each woman were buried deep in the other's dripping pussy — plunging, curling, *schlick-schlick-schlick* — drawing out thick, creamy nectar that ran down their thighs and soaked the sheets beneath them.
Seraphine moaned brokenly into Tamamo's mouth, "Sister… fuck… I love you so much…" while Tamamo's golden eyes burned with possessive lust, tails tightening as she fingered her ice-cold lover harder.
Suddenly, the crystal on the bedside table flared to life with an urgent call.
Tamamo didn't stop. She reached over with one hand, answered the call, and kept slowly pumping her fingers in and out of Seraphine's fluttering cunt while Valthorne Greysoul's voice came through.
"Young Miss… bad news. Your two thousand demons and Lilith have been assassinated. Lilith barely escaped with her life. She is currently receiving emergency treatment."
Tamamo's expression remained perfectly calm, golden eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she curled her fingers deeper inside Seraphine, drawing out a soft, wet moan. Her own pussy clenched greedily around Seraphine's fingers while she answered in a completely flat, almost bored tone:
"What now?"
The butler's reply was single and cold.
"Your step-father."
He hung up.
Tamamo didn't even pause. Still finger-fucking Seraphine with slow, deliberate strokes, she dialed her step-father with her free hand. The moment he picked up, she spoke in that same calm, silky voice while her thumb circled her own swollen clit.
"What's up, baby girl?"
"Step-father… I need two thousand new demon servants. One thousand hell demons… and one thousand succubi."
On the other end, Patriarch Asmodeus answered in a flat, amused tone, though the hunger beneath it was unmistakable.
"Fine. I'm heading to the Abyss Auction House right now. Come with me — we can fuck all day and shop until you're satisfied."
Tamamo's hips rolled greedily against Seraphine's hand, a fresh gush of her warm cream coating the other woman's fingers as she replied without missing a beat:
"Perfect. I'll bring Seraphine too… we can have a proper threesome."
"Good."
Both lines went dead.
Tamamo finally pulled her soaked fingers free, brought them to her lips, and licked them clean with a slow, sensual swipe of her tongue. She looked down at Seraphine — flushed, panting, pussy visibly twitching and leaking onto the sheets — and smiled with wicked affection.
"Let's go, Seraphine. Step-father is taking us to the Abyss Auction House."
Seraphine blinked through the haze of pleasure, voice husky. "What… what happened?"
Tamamo leaned down, kissed her deeply once more — tongues sliding wetly — before pulling back with a playful smirk.
"I'll tell you along the way."
(The reason Valthorne never mentioned Ace, Kai, or Riven was simple: Azrath Kain Veyl, the firstborn son, was already racing toward them like a storm of hellfire. No one needed to say a word.)