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Chapter 1431 Drained
The sounds of heavy masonry and the rhythmic clanging of hammers echoed across the ridge as Björn, Mearie, and Luminara began the construction of the temporary training grounds. Stone rose from the earth in sturdy tiers, forming a defensive and instructional perimeter that circled the shimmering dome. Others, who did not need much setup, were already starting the training of their students, such as the drow female, Kiryssa, and the ladies who wanted to master the art of murder. As for her primordial counterpart, Vaelor, he was sent away because she and the two mothers feared he might retaliate due to them using him as a punching bag to vent their frustrations…
They didn't fear his attempt at revenge toward them, but more so the chance of him snapping at one of the mortals.
Inside, Quinlan was oblivious to the camp being built in his vicinity. His world had shrunk to the size of the heart-shaped bed and the woman currently occupying every inch of his vision. He lay on his back, his chest heaving as the cloying, strong scent of the succubus's pheromones filled his lungs with every ragged breath. Nyxara was a searing presence between his legs because her body was arched in a way that pressed her brightly flaring womb tattoo directly against his throbbing length. The heat radiating from the mark was supernatural, a pulsing throb of energy that threatened to melt his remaining resolve.
Nyxara's face was full of unhinged, needy desire. Her long tongue darted out, tracing the line of his jaw and leaving a glistening trail of moisture across his skin before she buried her face in the crook of his neck. She was whimpering, a high-pitched, desperate sound that spoke of a hunger that had been suppressed for millions of years. Her hands, soft and feminine, raked down his chest with her nails, leaving shallow, red marks that stung with a pleasant, addictive heat.
"Give me more... Give all of yourself to me... I need you… I want you…" she moaned against his skin, her breath coming in hot, humid bursts. Her swirling pink eyes were wide and unfocused, fixed on the sheer physical proximity of the male she had finally cornered. She shifted her hips, grinding her heated womb tattoo against the base of his erection in a rhythmic, frantic motion.
Quinlan gritted his teeth with all his might to mount his resistance. He realized that if he remained passive, he would be drained dry before he could ever establish his own pace. The challenge wasn't just to survive; it was to conquer the primordial personification of lust itself. He waited for a moment when her weight shifted, then he lunged.
Quinlan reached up, clamping onto her shoulders. He felt the silkiness of her skin and the frantic thudding of her heart through her frame. With a surge of immense strength, he shoved her backward.
His effort saw Nyxara tumbling back onto her perky butt, which hit the satin sheets with a soft thud. She looked up at him with her large, pink eyes glistening, her bottom lip trembling as she adopted the look of a sad, abandoned puppy. "So cruel... I'm kissing and pleasing you, giving all of myself to you, and this is how you thank me?" she whimpered.
Even the mere sound of her voice, the look of her face, the way she suddenly looked smaller and fragile, with her hands clasped together at her heart… All of it was designed to pierce through a man's resolve and trigger a guilty, protective instinct. She let her shoulders slump, her long hair draping over her chest as she watched him with a look of heartbreak.
Quinlan didn't hesitate. He ignored her whimpers, knowing that every sound she made was a calculated weapon in her arsenal of seduction. He climbed onto his knees, and his eyes began burning with a fierce intensity as he prepared to go on the offensive. He wasn't here to be a spectator or a plaything; he was here to dominate. To conquer the primordial succubus.
Thus, he moved with his top speed, reaching out to pin her wrists and force her down into the mattress. He intended to establish a physical pace that she couldn't manipulate, reclaiming the agency she had stolen from him.
Nyxara's begging puppy eyes disappeared as the illusion that they were, letting her previous, ecstatic expression return as she released a sudden, dense burst of pink steam from her pores. The vapor was cloying and hot, momentarily obscuring his vision. As Quinlan's fingers made contact with her shoulders, he found no purchase. Her perfect, tantalizing skin had become unnaturally slippery, coated in a fine, shimmering layer of nectar that made his hands slide uselessly off her frame. She moved under his guard, blurring into a streak until her arms wound around his waist with the strength of a python. "Got you~ I won't let go now~"
Before he could reorient his grip, she pulled herself low. Her face hovered just inches from his groin as she looked up at him with the eyes of a ravenous, starved woman. "A meal that fights back... I like it," she purred, her voice vibrating through his thighs. "Now, prepare yourself to be consumed, Little Ruin ❤️"
Without another word, she took him into her mouth.
The sensation was a total sensory overload. Her mouth was a moist, searing landscape of velvet heat that instantly enveloped his whole length in their drenched depths.
"Ghh!"
Quinlan let out a guttural grunt as the air was punched out of his lungs. The tactical strike on his nervous system was even more potent than the last. He tried to summon his will to pull back, but the pleasure was a tidal wave that crashed over his internal defenses. Within a single second of being in her mouth, his body seized again, and he erupted in a massive, violent climax.
As he exploded into Nyxara, the womb tattoo on her belly flared with a blinding pink light. It pulsed with a violent intensity, echoing the frantic thudding of her heart. Nyxara didn't stop, swallowing every drop of his primordial essence with a loud, rhythmic gulp.
Quinlan suddenly made a terrifying realization.
Nyxara's aura was expanding. Her skin began to glow with an iridescent sheen, and the air around her hummed with a renewed vigor. Every drop she consumed was fueling her own power, turning his vitality into the chains that would bind him.
Knowing he had to do something, Quinlan's hands reached down to lock onto the base of Nyxara's curved, obsidian horns. The texture was cold and marble-hard, a sharp contrast to the scorching heat radiating from her skin. "Get off!" He roared with a mix of frustration and overstimulated agony, bracing his feet against the mattress to provide leverage as he tried to heave her away from his shaft. He needed air; he needed the suffocating weight of her lust to lift so he could think.
Nyxara did not budge. Instead, she leaned into the resistance, her neck muscles corded with a desperate, animalistic strength. She refused to break the seal of her lips, her cheeks hollowing as she increased the vacuum pressure on his sensitive head. When she felt him trying to tear her away, her long, muscular tongue snaked out, wrapping around the shaft of his cock like a wet ribbon.