Veal reappeared in the middle of a twisted forest of blood and death.
The moment he appeared, he breathed in air for the first time, a stinking and rotten air, but air nonetheless. Because of the dizziness stemming from the teleportation and his missing leg, he wobbled as he touched the bloody ground, but before he could tumble over, his twin tail acted as a crutch, balancing him.
He narrowed his eyes and observed his surroundings with alertness, huge, hideous trees laced with the aura of predators. They towered above the ground that was littered with remnants of his siblings. His eyes flickered as information about what this place was surfaced in his mind:
'The demon cradle is a region of the Abyss that nurtures lower demons.'
"!"
Before he could digest any more information, a critical change bloomed in his body, pulling in all of his attention.
Boom!
A sound akin to an explosion rang out in him as it shot out all the essence it had refined from the lion demon, mixed with his blood, through his body at extreme speed.
This essence mostly targeted his bones; it seeped within them, cracking, then reforming into them something grander.
Cra-crack!
He gritted his teeth as he felt pain beyond anything before; his veins bulged, his little body shivered uncontrollably, and he had the urge to pass out.
'No!'
He shouted in his mind, for he knew that this was a process he must stay conscious for, the process of a Blooding advancing to the CRIMSON BONE rank.
Except for his tail, his body was completely immobile, but fortunately, there were no demons around him, or else he might die… but just to be safe, he hardened his will, gazed at the tree that was three meters before him, calculated his tails then contracted akin to springs, then,
Whoosh!
He launched himself towards a branch that hung ten meters above the tree. In but a moment, he reached it, his tails moved like vipers, coiling themselves around it; they stiffened, stopping him from swinging.
He hung upside down like a bat, his figure concealed within the giant leaves of the tree.
That maneuver increased his pain, but he endured it.
A few minutes into his transformation, the bones of his missing limbs started regrowing bit by bit, but these bones were different from the ones before; they were crimson, a stark contrast to the previous white ones.
And they were much harder, too.
Thirty minutes passed, and his bones finally finished regrowing. Another thirty minutes passed, his flesh and skin completely regrew; he was basically whole. Then it happened: a melodic and seductive voice rang out from his blood like an ancient bell,
"Lust!"
which made his blood, along with his tail, start vibrating with so much force that the branch he was hanging on shattered, and he fell to the ground,
Bap!
Creating a small dent on the ground. He grabbed his head as the voice rang over and over again.
A second passed, and he felt a force wash over him; this force hijacked his mind, sending him into a lustful spiral. He stood on all fours, his eyes blurred with primal urge, his fangs bared, his nose twitched as he sniffed the air, and his tails flicked around as if they were searching for something.
A second later, he turned towards a certain direction on all fours, whoosh! Moving at a speed beyond anything before, 150 meters per second.
Bap! Bap! Bap!
He weaved through the forest, and in no time to encounter an ant-like, bleeding-rank demon. He arrived before it like a ghost; it froze from the aura that his body was radiating. He instinctively sniffed it.
A second later, he scowled as he sensed it was a male; his tail whipped, after which he shot into the distance. The next moment,
splat!
The ant demon's entire body exploded into bloody bits, guts, and limbs, staining the already crimson ground even more crimson.
He traveled and traveled for ten km before he came upon a demon that his blood craved.
Standing frozen a meter before him, a naked female demon. Humanoid, with purple skin, three purple eyes, obsidian wild hair that flowed down her back, with medium-sized perky breasts and a supple behind.
She was at the Blooding rank.
Veal's body subconsciously started releasing a pheromone that pulled her into heat. Mindless, her eyes blurred, her nipples became hard, her breathing became unsteady, and the spot between her legs started leaking fluid.
Mate!
His blood urged. He closed the distance between them, stretched his tongue, which was longer than average, and slowly licked her neck all the way to her face, leaving a trace of slime. Her body trembled with pleasure from his touch.
A low whimper of pleasure escaped from her mouth. At the same time, his tail began to wrap around her, starting from her feet, it slowly coiled all the way up like a serpent, stopping right at her entrance, resting on the edge of her dripping folds. The moment it made contact, it pulsated and vibrated, sending a euphoric pleasure throughout her body.
zzzzz!
She trembled more, and her eyes rolled back as she experienced her first orgasm. fluid gushed from her like a river, wetting his tail and the ground,
~rrrrraaa~
She moaned loudly. Her voice alerted a few demons that were nearby, but because of the higher-rank demon aura that Veal was subconsciously radiating, they subconsciously stayed away.
At the same time, his other tail coiled around her chest, squeezing her breasts together while simultaneously rubbing her nipples.
It then continued its way upwards and slid into her mouth, which was already open from moaning. Its arrow-like tip entered her throat, pulled back out, then entered again repeatedly,
~glup~glup~
He attacked most of her sensitive spots. Her body spasmed as she sank into her best orgasm yet…. Veal was in a somewhat unconscious state at this moment; every action he carried out was instinctively guided by the lust that roiled within the depths of his blood.
~gulp~
He continued teasing and exploring the tunnel wall of his mouth for a few minutes. She had climaxed numerous times. He, too, was experiencing pleasure, for the tip of his tail had developed pleasure sensors during the advancement.
He instinctively decided it's time to go further. His tail, which was vibrating on her folds, began to slowly slide into her moist, warm, tight, and untouched folds. That action caused her to scream out in extreme,
~gurrrrrahhhhhh!~
He, too, was enveloped by pleasure. His body shivered slightly, and his colossal member, already stiff, swelled further. Veins bulged along its shaft, and black nectar dripped from its tip like cursed dew.
His tail moved in and out in slow, sacred rhythm. His breath turned jagged huff! Huff! And before the chant was complete, they climaxed together. Their howls echoed like forgotten hymns.
~Glu~rrrrrrrraaaaa~
~
Their dark fluids burst forth, baptizing the soil. Her body wilted, trembling with bliss, and if not for his tail bracing her, she would've collapsed on the ground. But even then, they were not appeased.
They craved more.
Veal laid her upon the ground like an offering. He withdrew his tail from her abyss. She moaned high, reverent, and instinctively spread her legs as if invoking an ancient vow. Her trembling gates fluttered open, slick and pulsing.
He knelt between them, eyes blurred, breath uneven. He grasped his throbbing demon hood and rubbed it along her dripping folds, not in haste, but in reverence. Unbecoming of a demon. As he traced her slit, she wept wetness, and her lips still around his other tail emitted muffled prayers. She neared climax, but he stopped. Confused, mindless, she trembled… until he leaned forward, sinking into her warmth, inch by inch.
Her flesh twisted, contorted, and widened to receive his sacred length. He passed through her seal and kissed the altar of her womb.
A surge of divine obscenity pulsed through them. She writhed beneath him, flooding the ground with sacred waters. His tail coiled tighter around her chest. His shaft swelled again and poured a thick flood within her. Splash! For a full minute, he filled her chalice, until their fluids formed a dark pool beneath.
Still, he wasn't tired. Still, he was unsatisfied. Bloodlust urged him on. He pulled back, leaving only the tip, then rammed in, slamming into her womb's gate. Her back arched. Her eyes widened with sacred terror. He repeated.
~Pah~pah~pah~
Their flesh struck like drums of war. They loved with no thoughts, no awareness of predators or the Abyss's dangers. But the ritual was protected. This was the outer ring, where newborn demons roamed.
Minutes passed like hours. As they mated, the female's form thinned. Her body withered, hollowed. Her essence was drained into the rite.
Soon she was a husk, dry, starving, yet still wailing in ecstasy. At her final breath, she released one last, sacred cry… and shattered like bark beneath winter frost. No blood. No organs. Just brittle flesh and cracked bone.
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