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Chapter 1429 Concerned Onlookers
She began to crawl forward on all fours with her long tongue out, her movements blurring with lethal, hungry intent as she closed the distance between them like a predator cornering a helpless prey.
Quinlan's fingers gripped the crimson sheets as he ignored the lingering tremors in his legs and forced his gaze upward to meet those frantic, swirling pink eyes. The predatory hunger in Nyxara's expression would have triggered a flight response in a lesser being, but his blood burned with a different kind of fire. He bared his teeth in a snarl that was full of defiance and challenge.
"This is just the beginning, succubus," he rasped, his voice regaining its gravelly authority as he braced his elbows against the mattress. "I will never accept defeat against you."
Nyxara's reaction was immediate and visceral. Her head tilted further to the side, and the woman leaned into his defiance. Her breath came in heavy, ragged gasps that felt like scalding steam against his face, while her throbbing, brightly flaring womb tattoo rested against his large erection, pushing against it and smothering his length in her supernatural body heat.
Each exhale of hers was thick with her cloying, rose-scented pheromones. The swirling patterns in her pink eyes spun with a chaotic, unhinged frequency, mirroring the absolute delight she felt at his refusal to submit. She found his iron-clad determination to defeat her far too appetizing.
"Perfect… You're perfect…" she breathed into his ears before leaving a long, steamy lick on his skin, her long tongue darting out to taste the salt of the sweat on his forehead. "Resist me… Defy me… Never accept defeat until you've been drained of all that makes you who you are and you are forced to make the realization: it's inevitable… So inevitable…"
Quinlan did not look away. He steeled his heart, centering his mind on the grueling path he had to walk. He acknowledged the staggering gap in their experience and sheer existence, as a newborn primordial and an ancient sex demon, but he refused to let her presence overwhelm his identity. He gathered his internal strength, preparing himself for the sensory assault he knew was coming next.
"Such an inevitability will never become reality, demon."
Nyxara's mesmerizing eyes and womb tattoo throbbed in response to his declaration as she kissed his cheeks, leaving a bright red lip mark on his skin.
"Okay❤️ Show me❤️"
…
As Quinlan began to fight for his life, sanity, and pride, the onlookers could see everything.
Beyond the shimmering translucent boundary of the dome, the atmosphere was thick with a different kind of tension. Mearie and Luminara stood side by side, their eyes glued to the horrible display of the wench they knew for far too long, who was outright devouring their innocent little boy. The two mothers were radiating a palpable aura of hostility.
Miri's hands were clenched into trembling fists, her fingernails biting deep into her palms as she watched the sight of her son and the succubus begin their battle. The sight of Nyxara's overpowering movements made her blood boil with a maternal fury that threatened to overflow. Lumi's long ears were pressed tight against her head. Her eyes were fixed on the glowing womb tattoo that had appeared on the succubus, and the sight made her stomach turn with terror. "She's been activated… There's no stopping it now… The Limitless Lust Physique has been activated."
She hated the smug, victorious expression Nyxara had worn when she sent her a glance before jumping her Quinnie, and she hated even more that she was powerless to intervene.
"She's defiling him…" Lumi whispered with a voice that was trembling with suppressed rage. "That vile woman is treating our precious Quinnie like a delicious prize!"
But while Miri and Lumi stood paralyzed by maternal outrage, watching the pink-tinted dome pulsate again with a rhythmic, hypnotic light, the rest of the group reacted with a volatile mix of emotions.
Blossom tightened her fists until her knuckles turned white, her tail twitching with a frantic energy. "Blossom believes in Master! Blossom knows he will show that horrible woman how to behave properly!"
Nearby, Vex gnashed her teeth, her eyes narrowing as she watched Nyxara climb all over her beloved man, acting like he was hopeless at resistance. "This might've been a catastrophic mistake," she muttered, though she didn't look away for a second. "That vile bitch is treating my hubby like a five-course meal to be devoured! We were so concerned with our own emotions that we forgot to consider how brutal the challenge was actually going to be…"
Then the Hexwtich, sporting a big heart full of love and adoration, put both feet down firmly on the ground and straightened her spine. She looked resolute. "You better not lose to her, Quin! If you let her break you, I'll never let you hear the end of it!"
"Go, Quin, go!" Lucille and Kitsara shouted in unison, their hands cupped around their mouths like cheerleaders at a high-stakes tournament. "We love you!"
Their faces were flushed, but they kept their spirits high, projecting a wall of positivity against the overwhelming sexual pressure radiating from the dome, hoping that Quinlan could hear their cheering.
"We might've sent Quin on a suicide mission due to our ignorance…" Serika and Aurora muttered together, realizing how impossible the challenge suddenly looked now that it had begun.
They, too, realized that the primordial succubus's might in the art of bedroom warfare was likely severely underestimated when they made the decision to advise their lover to accept the challenge.
How could they not?
After all, they were talking about their primordial breeding stud of a man who could satisfy all their needs in a giant, all-night-long orgy, going for as long as needed.
Quinlan was like a man possessed, refusing to back down until he ensured that all his girls' needs were met, and then some. Never had it occurred to the women that he'd met his match…
But alas, the evidence of their hubris was right before their eyes.
Further back, the two elves presented a sharp contrast to the cheerleading Lucille and Kitsara, or the worried Serika and Aurora.
Kaelira was blushing from her hairline down to her collarbone, her long, pointed ears glowing a deep crimson. She looked utterly scandalized by the raw, primal display of the succubus. Seraphiel reached out, playfully poking Kaelira's burning cheek.
"Are you ready for these 'adult activities' now?" Seraphiel giggled, her eyes dancing with mischief.
"No! Never!" Kaelira yelped, jumping at the sudden touch. "I... I could never do that! Look at her!" She gestured toward the dome, her voice sinking into a whimper of inadequacy. She ran a hand through her shorter hair that only went until her shoulders, and then touched her own stomach, tracing the hard, defined lines of her firm abs. "I have nothing like that... that soft, sensual belly, those extreme feminine curves, that confidence... I'm... I'm just muscle and grit…"
"It's going to be okay," Seraphiel whispered, pulling her hand back but keeping her smile warm. "Quinlan will never be disappointed in you. The secret isn't trying to outdo a primordial succubus with technique. It hurts my pride a bit to admit, but we'd all lose that battle before it started. The secret is to outdo her with your heart. Just charm Quinnie with your own unique charms."
"Daughter, have you no shame? Behave yourself!" Sylvaris hissed, sending a worried glance toward Luminara. Her daughter was showing a truly promiscuous sight before the First Elf!
The moon elf was ignored by her cheeky daughter.
"What charms...?" Kaelira whispered, looking down at herself.