Warmth. That was the first thing Malrik noticed as he began to stir awake.
It wrapped around him like a lover's breath—damp, sticky, and pulsing with heat. His body twitched in response, instinct waking before memory. His fingers clenched lazily in the folds of cloth wrapped around him, the silver ring pressing faintly against his own skin.
Then came the sound.
Soft, wet, broken gasps—muffled by gritted teeth, choked down through practiced endurance. The sound of someone trying not to wake him.
His tail twitched.
It wasn't like a limb.
Well—not quite.
It moved with a will of his hidden desire, slithering slowly, greedily—already buried deep inside the broken woman's lips beneath him. The spasms in her legs betrayed the truth she wouldn't voice.
Malrik's breath left him in a soft exhale, his eyelids fluttering.
The cave ceiling swam into view, blurred by sleep and torchlight. He didn't move his body—not yet. It was heavy, too small, and too weak to assert anything—he was working on fixing that.
But his awareness seeped back in, sharp and slow, like ink into water.
The woman whimpered again, her thighs trembling around him. Her belly shifted with every breath, heavy with the unborn. Her wrists, still chained above her head, jerked lightly as she tried to adjust—but she didn't dare wake him.
She couldn't.
The bruises on her face were a reminder of what would happen.
Malrik's dark eyes slid upwards—not in pity, but with dull curiosity. The woman's chest rose and fell rapidly, her sweat-slicked skin glowing faintly in the torchlight, her milk-heavy breasts swollen and leaking from earlier feeding.
She was beautiful, even in ruin.
He admired her bright blue eyes.
His tail flicking delved deeper, causing a moan to slip out of her mouth as her body arched away from his touch. But she couldn't get away from him, hips twitching as she fought back tears of shame.
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His eyes moved to the small pop-up; he felt his body strengthen ever so slightly. Malrik began licking her stomach, not to sexually satisfy himself, but to stimulate her some more into releasing her life force.
The maid, Velmaria, remained silent in the corner.
Her gaze lingered on the scene unmoved, arms crossed beneath her ample bust. The blood on her gloves had dried, flaking off in patches. She said nothing about the tail. At times, she even encouraged the behavior—to help grow his interest in the opposite sex.
To her, this was normal.
A means to survive.
Malrik slowly shifted his head, cheek brushing against the woman's stomach. Her body reacted before her mind did, thighs clenching as the tail curled, wriggled, and pressed deeper.
Another whimper came out of her mouth, "O Selviane, please lead someone to my aid…" She whispered the name of the goddess of crossroads and choices, patron of wanderers and oath-breakers.
The only goddess known to answer prayers from the least devoted, as long as she heard them.
She bit her lip so hard it bled.
"...nnnh..."
The sound was soft. A stifled plea, half-swallowed by shame and instinct.
His body understood her in ways his mind could not yet grasp. It was in his blood, in his name, and in the godhead manifested into the silver rings he and she both wore.
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I'm really going to grow into a scumbag, aren't I? Malrik thought as he took control of his mischievous tail, rubbing it teasingly against the entrance of her womb.
He hadn't expected he'd gotten that far in his sleep. With a faint smirk, he pulled it free and guided it toward his mouth. I guess that's a good thing—since I'm a demon now, right?
He brought his spade tail to his lips, tongue flicking out with lazy curiosity. The taste was faintly metallic—salt, sweat, and something sweeter beneath it, like ripe fruit left too long in the sun. His tongue curled around the tip, savoring it, Saelira's juices greedily consumed.
Guess I really am changing, he mused, licking the last of her from his tail before letting it coil lazily behind him.
His dark eyes flickered, settling on Saelira's chest as his stomach began to rumble.
He didn't know how long he'd slept, but the silence behind him—the absence of breathless moans and stifled cries—paired with the hollow ache in his belly, told him it had been a while.
Malrik lifted his head sleepily, his mouth cupping against her breasts.
His lips parted, and his tongue traced a lazy circle around her nipple before drawing it in with a soft suck.
He licked the fresh droplets of her milk before he truly began his meal.
Maybe he was just hungry, but her milk had grown on him. It was still bland to his taste, but perhaps that was why he liked it—it was comforting, motherly, in a way that wasn't overwhelming. "I wonder if her child would like it," he mused.
Unlike the other women in this cave, Saelira would hopefully give birth to a human child. Velmaria had brought her in already pregnant. So, unlike the guaranteed goblin spawn from last night's orgy, her child should be normal.
"Good morning, my lord~" Velmaria, his personal maid, said after waiting for him to fully wake. Her voice was smooth, almost melodic, like the hum of a blade drawn across silk.
She stepped forward, fingers brushing away the strands of hair clinging to his forehead.
"Did you sleep well, or did this thing wake you up?" Her voice took on a deadly edge at the end, causing Saelira's body to visibly flinch.
Malrik didn't know how to react; everything was grey for him. In his definition, Velmaria should be irredeemable and disgust him, but... she didn't; she did everything with his growth in mind in a way.
He sighed internally and pulled away from Saelira's breast; he looked at Velmaria, whose cleavage hung directly over his head. Then he shook his head, "No..." Malrik mumbled as he rested his head on her belly.
Though neither of the two spoke in demon tongue, they were currently speaking a native language belonging to the human territory. Yet unlike Velmaria, Malrik hadn't known how to speak this language until recently—
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Name: Malrik Thorneveil Tenebris
Race: Incubus Scion (Demon Lord)
Class: None
Level: 6 {+1} ([158,492,830,127] - Locked)
EXP: 340 / 800
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Affiliation: ???
Title(s):
● Piece of Abyzrakul Tenebris
● Son of Thorneveil Abyzrakul Tenebris
● Thamor, the Lord of Consorts
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HP: 420 / 420 (3,220,000,000,000) {+70}
MP: 190 / 220 (1,910,000,000,000) {+40}
Stamina: 310 / 350 (1,350,000,000,000) {+65}
Strength: 18 (59,000,000,000) {+6}
Dexterity: 22 (46,000,000,000) {+7}
Vitality: 16 (54,000,000,000) {+10}
Intelligence: 14 (94,000,000,000) {+9}
Charisma: 25 (115,000,000,000) {+13}
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ABILITIES
Spade Tail (Passive):
Functions as both a sensory organ and reproductive appendage. Can shift shape to mimic a vaginal canal, allowing the user to store male or female bodily fluids for later use. Enhances charisma-based effects during intimate or persuasive interactions.
Incubus's Hunger (Active):
Consume bodily fluids to restore HP and MP.
Lust Sense (Passive):
Detect nearby targets' desire or fear, gaining advantage in manipulation and social influence.
Lust Trap Magic (Active/Passive):
Drain a target's lifespan through lust magic, strengthening yourself while weakening them over time.
Mana (Passive):
Stores and regenerates magical energy, determining endurance and potency of spells.
Gifted (Passive):
Innate allure and latent magical potential. Grants faster skill growth, increased charm, and above-average aptitude in both magic and physical ability.
Additional Incubus Skills
● Charmweave (Active): Infuse words or touch with subtle magic, lowering resistance to mental effects.
● Dream Invader (Active): Enter a target's dreams, influence emotions, plant suggestions, or feed on essence without physical contact.
● Euphoria Drain (Active): Drain stamina and willpower while gaining vitality during close contact.
Basic Magic (Starter):
● Lower-tier Fire Magic
● Lower-tier Water Magic
● Lower-tier Earth Magic
Elite Magic (Starter):
● Lower-tier Growth Magic (Incomplete)
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AUTHORITIES
Malrik Thorneveil Tenebris (Authority):
Grants the user a silver ring that splits into a pair—one bearing the name Malrik Thorneveil Tenebris, the other engraved with the name of a chosen woman. When she wears the ring, the user gains her current level, stacking it onto their own, along with access to her racial traits and learned skills.
Oath of Devotion (Authority):
When the user's wife swears an oath of eternal love and protection, the divine bond forged between them grants a portion of her lifespan, adding it to your own. This extension of life remains as long as their bond endures, and as long as she lives, so too will the user's existence continue.
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Divine Traits ([Locked])
● Sovereign of Enchantment: All creatures with lower willpower have their emotional state subtly altered in your presence, making resistance to persuasion nearly impossible.
● Aura of Serenity: Radiate a calming divine presence that quells aggression and promotes openness.
● Charm Absolute: Charisma-based skills always count as critical successes unless the target's willpower exceeds yours.
● Magic Wellspring: MP regeneration is tripled; spells cost 50% less mana.
● Noncombatant's Grace: Incoming damage from physical sources is reduced by 90%, but offensive melee abilities are unavailable.