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Chapter 1428 Little Ruin~
Quinlan surveyed the transformed space with a calculating gaze. He took in the crimson velvet and the way the golden censers trailed thick, intoxicating smoke into the air. The transition from a barren field to a high-end den of vice was seamless and showed a level of mastery over environmental manipulation that made him blink a few times. "Your magic is surprisingly versatile, succubus," he muttered, his voice carrying a dry edge of amusement.
Nyxara smiled as he spoke while her pink-tinted eyes glowed with a hunger that surpassed mere physical desire. She stepped even closer before she tilted her head to the side. "Little Ruin, you seem to believe this is a leisurely exercise where you can get by without desperately fighting for your life with every scrap of your being~" she purred with her voice dropping into a dangerous, velvety tune. Her fingers reached up and trailed the muscles of his chest softly. Her already rosy cheeks deepened in color as her breath came in a sensual, steamy haze.
Her next words came out with an extreme, sultry hunger. "I can imagine that in the world of Thalorind, you feel like the uncontested main character, the one who is destined to stand above the mortals… But Little Ruin…"
Both hands reached up to his chest now to trail his skin in slow, teasing motions, and the succubus leaned in to lick his neck. She whispered the next words straight into his ears in a low, sultry tone. "Here, you're nothing but a tasty meal I'll gobble up in no time❤️"
Before Quinlan could shift his weight into a defensive stance, Nyxara blurred into motion, pushing him back toward the heart-shaped bed. The motion sent Quinlan reeling backward until his legs hit the edge of the mattress. He fell onto the heap of pink pillows.
"How hasty. I won't give in so easily, succubus," Quinlan decreed. In that split second, he forced his mind into a state of absolute stillness, refusing to get hard.
He'd simply made the decision that he'd remain limp until he decided otherwise.
He relied on his Primordial Breeding Physique, a biological fortress designed for peak endurance and physical sovereignty in bed. He commanded his blood to remain in his core, tightening his internal focus to ensure his body would not betray him to the predator looming over him. He would not give her the satisfaction of a physical reaction until he dictated the terms of the engagement.
Nyxara crawled onto the bed with a fluid, elegant grace that made the mattress dip slightly beneath her weight, telling all senses of Quinlan that she was approaching. She hovered over him with her hair cascading down like a curtain of shadow that smelled of roses. She watched his face, noting the way his jaw remained set in iron-clad defiance. "Up," she commanded. The word was not a request; it was a vocalized surge of her primordial essence.
Every vein in Quinlan's lower body ignited with a violent, agonizing heat. His internal resolve shattered instantly as his manhood became rock hard, straining against the air with a desperation that felt like a total betrayal of his own mind. "What?!" He gasped as his body ignored every mental barrier he had spent perfecting. The physical response was a tidal wave that swept away his logic, leaving him exposed and vulnerable beneath her gaze.
"What an adorable reaction, Little Ruin~" Nyxara purred, releasing a low, vibrating sound that traveled through the mattress and into his spine. "Was it your pink steam?!" Quinlan gasped, feeling his mind race for an explanation.
Nyxara only smiled slyly and did not answer his question. "Who knows~?"
She shifted her position, moving with a deliberate, agonizing slowness that forced him to watch every curve of her form. She crawled toward the space between his legs with her curvy butt arched high and her spine bent sensually, her face low on the mattress. It was a display of utmost sexiness, something that made Quinlan's breath hitch. 'This bitch is a true pro…' he grunted inwardly. Nyxara was far too great at seduction.
The succubus' attention now shifted toward the prize between his thighs. "Let the feast begin❤️"
Quinlan grit his teeth so hard he tasted copper, his fingers digging into the velvet furs beneath him. He tried to summon his will to purge whatever was injected into his system, if anything at all, but his senses were overwhelmed by her proximity. Nyxara reached out a single finger, letting him feel her long nail on his skin. "I refuse!" Quinlan decreed through clenched teeth, summoning all his willpower to ensure his balls remained obedient.
Nyxara only kept purring in response. "So cute~ But I already told you… Resistance is futile, Little Ruin~" The demoness grazed the very base of his length with a feather-light, upward pull with just her fingernail that went toward the tip of his head.
The sensation was a tactical strike on his nervous system. Quinlan's entire body seized, his muscles locking in a state of high-voltage shock. His vision whirled into a storm of white light as he erupted in a brutal, uncontrolled climax. It was a violent release that left him gasping for air, his body twitching with the impact of a pleasure that felt more like a physical assault than an act of intimacy. The result of Quinlan's release tore through the air, shooting toward the high, velvet-draped ceiling of the dome with the raw force of his primordial vitality. Nyxara's pink eyes brightened with a sudden, blinding intensity as she tracked the arc. Before the fluid could begin speeding on a downward velocity, she blinked, and the air around the falling seed thickened into a near-solid state. The white streaks slowed, almost hovering in the air like suspended pearls of light.
Nyxara didn't change her position, keeping her juicy backside arched high and her tail lashing in a rhythmic, expectant whip. She tilted her head back at an impossible angle and made her long, drenched tongue snap out of her mouth. With the precision of a practiced predator, she caught every drop of the descending harvest on the wet surface of her tongue. Quinlan watched from the pillows and felt his breath hitching as he witnessed the sheer depravity of the display.
She pulled her tongue back into her mouth, which saw her cheeks bulging slightly as she swirled the thick, hot fluid around her palate. She then let out a loud, heavy gulp that echoed through the silent chamber, her throat working visibly as she swallowed the entirety of his essence down. The act sent a violent jolt through Quinlan's nervous system, causing his rock-hard erection to throb with a painful, renewed vigor that strained against the open air.
Nyxara finally shifted, sitting up on her knees atop the satin sheets. She brought her hands to her flushed cheeks, her fingers digging into her skin as she devolved into an extreme state of ecstasy. Her face was painted with a brutal, rosy fever, and her pink eyes began to swirl with chaotic, swirling patterns of unhinged lust. "Delish❤️❤️❤️!!!" she decreed, the word vibrating with a high-pitched, psycho-sensual energy that made the very air in the room feel heavy.
As she sat upright, her outfit, a daring arrangement of dark, translucent silks that left almost nothing to the imagination, became the focus point in Quinlan's eyes as the fabric clung to her damp skin. Her belly was completely exposed, a smooth landscape of tantalizing, delicate skin that was starting to hum with the energy she had just consumed. Suddenly, a glowing crimson tattoo began to emerge from beneath the surface of her skin, burning brightly right above her womb. The intricate, swirling mark pulsed in time with her frantic heartbeat, signaling her body's total acceptance of his seed.
Nyxara, with those swirling, pink eyes of hers, parted her lips wide to show him her empty, wet mouth as proof of her gluttony while she began to stroke her belly with both hands. She moved her palms in slow, loving circles over the glowing womb tattoo. "So filling... I can feel your primal essence inside me already, Little Ruin~"
Then, the manic warmth in her gaze receded, replaced by a cold, predatory hunger. Her swirling eyes dropped to his throbbing, rock-hard length, and her expression twisted into a mask of pure greed. "But it's not enough," she decreed with her voice dropping into a guttural, demanding growl. "Not one bit~"