The rocks were as weathered as clay, chipping and molding away as the man's arms shuffled left and right for the first time in god knows how long.
A golden pensive light streamed from the emerging cracks, allowing a cold breeze and the sound of a faint giggle enter inside the cocoon of the Demon Lord.
All he had in his mind the moment he felt warmth touch him was how long has it been since he was encased in this cocoon of rock? He couldn't tell because all he heard were the sounds of birds. A sound he couldn't recognize.
Before he could move his head, the man heard a deep fruity voice sounding out from outside the cocoon.
"Oh, is that a man? My… he looks so handsome. I call dibs!"
A voice having a higher-pitch entered and interrupted as fragments of rocks continued to crumble away from its shape.
"No! He's MINE! Didn't you have intercourse with five other men last month? You're so gluttonous."
"Come on, I was hungry! And besides, I haven't eaten in days and I feel weak. I want to be the one to steal this man's virginity."
The sun blinded his eyes, revealing the sight of emerald treetops glistening under a blue sky. He couldn't understand a word they were saying, let alone see who it was they were speaking. All he ever thought of, was that he absolutely hated seeing trees and the sky. It's a sign of defeat, reminding him that he doesn't own this world anymore.
But that was the first thing that struck his toe.
As the inner and outer shell of the cocoon crumpled and torn from the strangers' brute force, the same voices sounded out among the breeze.
"God, you are so greedy. Let me have him! I haven't eaten in weeks!"
The man raised an eyebrow.
"What the–?
His eyes blurred to the sight of a slender woman with long midnight hair glistening under the golden rays of the blinding light. Her pale yet smooth skin shone underneath his hands, almost begging to grasp his attention.
Her soft surface coupled with the blossoming scent was enough to reinvigorate the man, but not enough to wash his wrath away.
After the birds trilled, the woman leaned over to him and mumbled.
"My my, look who have awakened."
An untamable hatred flared within the man's crimson eyes, staring at the wingless succubus.
Not a single hint of tension sparked in him as he remembered that horrible vision of seeing his world get completely engulfed in the race of the succubae.
The charcoal black fog that flooded and washed away his kingdom like a massive tsunami, his red devilish gargoyles being slaughtered by the fangs and sharp wings of those monsters, and the spire of lava that collapsed in front of his eyes; all of it was enough to shun him to the bone.
(They stole EVERYTHING from me!)
As he slowly got up, the dark-haired man quickly socked a punch at the woman's face, forcing her to collapse on the ground and bleed a large pool of crimson blood.
"Ahh!"
The other girl, having light platinum hair hurriedly raced over to the woman and knelt down, gritting her teeth and opening her sharp black wings, screaming as her face boiled with anger.
"What the hell was that for?"
But before she could even unleash an attack, the man hurriedly tightened his fists and snarled, jolting over and opening his palms, swinging a kick straight to her shin.She collapsed and tumbled on the rock-solid floor, rolling over and crying.
"OWW!"
The man struck a pose and stomped on the girl's hand, baring his teeth and clenching his fists.
"You bloody worthless creatures are the wretched bottom feeders that senselessly ruined my homeland. Each one of you shall repay every sin, by bowing down and getting slaughtered by the frivolous hands of the almighty. Cyril!"
A silence flooded the forest.
The chilling breeze blew over his bare back, waiting for the brightening amber flames he once had to erupt from thin air.
Yet even after all the seconds that had passed by, not a single one emitted.
His face paled in horror, seeing a devious smile crack over from the dark-haired woman's face. Lashes swept up and she blinked, leveling a glowering look on Cyril's bulky body with a smile of beaming pleasurable anticipation. She taunted the man as her fingers slowly crept up the man's leg.
"What's the matter? Aren't you too big to pretend to play pretend?"
A wide, bitterness fluctuated inside Cyril's withered heart, trying to back away. The dazzling completeness of beauty shimmering from this voluptuous, lustful dark-haired woman sparked a curious uneasiness within him. His lips trembled as the woman neared closer.
"What… the…? I can't. I can't move!"
Cyril felt almost entranced by her hypnotic movements. Not from out of sheer will, but force. As if an outside energy was manipulating him with his movements.
"Why… do I feel such a connection, all of a sudden?"
But within the woman's perspective, a deliciously tantalizing sense came from the man's whimpers. Cyril jerked his head in the direction of the forest, seeing strange desert-like hills towering the trees in the distance. A chill flew up his back as he felt his chest rise and fell with rapid breaths.
" No, back off! I don't want to surrender my fate to a merely weak monster who only wants to touch and fiddle with my special organs. BACK OFF, I said!"
"Oh my.~"
She hung her head and breathed heavily, smiling and throwing back her head, laughing lightly as her slender hand neared closer to Cyril's organ.
"Such a throbbing sensation over there.~ A contour and shape so thick and lengthy, that not even I can think others in this world could compete with it. Just who do you think you are declining me with such a girthy, thick, and… massive package."
Drool started falling down her glossy lips like a waterfall, her eyes flooded with pink as she slowly wrapped her fingers over and wagged her devilish tail. Cyril raised his eyebrows, feeling the succubus' soft skin pressing against his sharp legs like a squishy ball. His face flushed red, not out of embarrassment, but out of genuine shock.
With just a fragment of his strength left, Cyril's eyes focused directly at the silver-haired girl staring at him, flapping her wings with excitement.
"What in the blazes of all beings is she doing? I never have witnessed such behavior with a useless organ near there. In fact, I have ignored it throughout my life because I think it's nothing but a tumor and an obstacle for the movements in my body."
The dark-haired woman dropped her jaw and slapped her thighs, unable to believe what Cyril had said.
"What? You didn't know you had this?" She nibbled her bottom lip, slowly stripping her dark robe away from her body. "That just makes it even better."
She gasped, and her eyes flickered and blazed with excitement and tension as she swiftly approached Cyril's body.
Who once was a demon lord that now lost his world to these careless, lustful creatures; our almighty and potent king of the underworld was now about to experience his first "drainage" after several millennia of long, and intrusive slumber.
The woman's head lunged forward toward his lips, forming a long strand of saliva in-between, and glaring vividly at Cyril's crimson eyes. Her luscious lips spanked and ravaged the man's mouth, pushing him down the ground and spreading her legs wide.
Each time that beautiful woman looked down at the man, the lustful craving in her heart increased. Her long silky black hair wrapped and caressed Cyril's thick thighs, tightening and entrancing him with her beauty.
The man's eyes palpitate as the woman gnashed her teeth and shoved his face on her chest.
"Stay… back. It feels, so weird all of a sudden."
Cyril pressed against the succubus' chest. His intention was to push her away, but all that did was make her mouth curve into a smile.
"Oh, feisty… are we?"
"Get the hell back, bitch!"
A snagging look fumed the woman's face. She forced Cyril still and wrapped her arms around him, leaning her neck to the man, whispering with such a seductive voice it trembled him.
"Just call me Kishu, honey.~"
Cyril's face scrunched in disgust, feeling this strange interconnection fluming and blooming inside him. He felt a power dawn up on him the more that he and Kishu became closer. Was this truly the new laws of this succubus-ruled world? Would he have to submit and surrender to the deviant and dirty actions of lust? Well, there's only one way to find out.
"Strangely, I feel powerful the closer I get to this woman. I… remember having some experience, however it has been so long that I forgot what it was like. Perhaps… Grr, this feeling is inescapable. These fiends are hypnotizing me–
Just as his sight could catch on, the soft, smooth, and squishy surface of Kishu's small breasts were cupped together from the man's fingers. Her blossom, sweet scent lingering around her gorgeous and clean body stimulated Cyril to the point where he couldn't resist.
He swiftly raced over to her lips and ravaged her mouth, squirming his long tongue and dropping his body over Kishu. She let out a moan and grumbled, pushed down to the grassy ground, with her arms forced down.
It was now that he realized that Cyril was now casted by a devious spell.