"It's fine," he whispered urgently into her cat ear, his breath warm against the sensitive appendage, feeling her body which he had already felt and would still want to experience again and again. "You don't have to push yourself.
Rest, my little kitten."
Nyra's amber eyes went wide with shock. "Sir? What are you saying?!"
He gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile and a gentle nudge of his head against hers, rubbing before separating as her knees buckled and she fell—given he had used aphrodisiac on her, easily overpowering her since she was not stronger than him. "Just trust me."
Gently pushing Nyra behind him, Raven turned to face the succubus directly. She was watching this display with obvious amusement, like someone observing an entertaining play.
Her complete lack of concern for any of them was perhaps the most terrifying thing about her—they weren't even threats worth acknowledging.
"So," Raven said, forcing his voice to remain steady as he slipped his hands into his pockets. "How was I able to kill you in the last loop?"
The succubus's expression shifted slightly, a flicker of genuine irritation crossing her perfect features. "You know, I was wondering how you'd figure that out.
The answer is... you didn't, directly."
"Then why don't you kill me the same way I killed you?" Raven pressed, his tactical mind working furiously. "You obviously have the power."
She blinked, clearly not expecting this line of reasoning—especially since she had not even told him how he killed her. Naturally he didn't know.
But still it was entertaining to see what his mind that had been so unpredictable for her even thought. "And how would that be?"
Raven's lips curved into a sardonic smile—the same expression that had gotten him into so much trouble with the other heroes. "Just suck me dry like a good succubus."
"Oh... fufufu~!!" The demon's eyes widened slightly, then she threw back her head and laughed—a sound like silver bells mixed with breaking glass. "Have you fallen for me, little strategist?"
Before he could answer, a groan from the crater drew their attention. Astasia was stirring, trying to push herself upright despite her obvious injuries.
"Stop..." she managed to whisper, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. "Don't... touch him..."
Raven felt something twist in his chest at the sight. Even beaten and broken, she was still trying to protect others.
Though the blood had covered her face, that he was never able to see. Though through her stats he knew she was the most beautiful woman he would ever see.
Given both of their charm stats, if he had to say, Astasia was like love, and this succubus was like lust. Though both are interconnected, but for him who was an incubus, if he had to choose, then it would be lust naturally while mixing love in it.
"Do you really think I could kill you?" he asked the succubus again, looking at her as to change the direction of this whole conversation. Knowing everything was just moments away from vanishing.
So better take his time.
She shook her head, her expression growing more serious. "No.
Actually, after your clever little rebellion, I got frustrated and ended up in a fight with another demon general. Couldn't do much against him." She paused, a bitter edge creeping into her voice. "Died."
'She's not the strongest demon general?' Raven couldn't even break into a chuckle. The most he could do was feel how this was a joke, a big one where humans surrounded by demon realm, planning for years even summoning the heroes, awakening latent bloodlines, were still in their daydream to cut off the head of demon king, when even this demon general in front of him was strong enough to go against the whole empire.
And there he realized the biggest truth of this world. The demon army was not pushing humans to extinction simply because they saw it as a game.
They were enjoying seeing humans struggle, have hope.
Damn, he could literally imagine them sitting in their castles while laughing seeing humans fight with having blind hopes.
'It seems I can use this habit.' Thinking about how he was just a harmless puppet, like anyone here for demons, he decided to take the chance and moved forward before grasping the succubus's hand.
The moment their skin made contact, his world exploded into sensation. Her hand was impossibly soft, like clouds made flesh, but it was more than that.
Power radiated from her touch—raw, sexual energy that made his incubus bloodline react violently.
Pre-cum immediately began leaking from his cock like cum as his body betrayed him completely. He was wetting himself like a woman does for him.
'She's not only good in power levels,' he thought through the haze of unwanted arousal. If not for his mind far stronger than presently, he might have fallen in heat, knowing one thing clearly.
'So, this is what actually happened with Incubus race.'
He couldn't help but realize what happened in the cataclysm war in this world, where races fought each other to extinction. Succubus attacked Incubus, Foxkin attacked Catkin, clearly annihilation of races.
It was clear that succubus who can give birth to other succubus would naturally be in larger proportion and population than incubus who doesn't have the ability to get a woman even able to bear the pleasure let alone give birth to a child, leading for an unbalanced gap between power, strength and purity of the bloodline.
At least there was the official documentation. But in reality, while touching her hand he realized the difference between a man and a woman.
Fundamentally playing its role as he who was leaking would be first one to have his life force dried, while she as a woman can keep leaking for days.
The demon looked down at their joined hands with genuine surprise. "Oh my... holding hands with another woman in front of your wives?" she asked, glancing meaningfully toward Nyra and the injured Astasia.
"Isn't that wrong?"
Both women were staring at him with wide eyes—Nyra's amber gaze filled with confusion and something that might have been hurt, while Astasia's golden orbs held a flicker of what looked suspiciously like tears.
'I can at least finally see her face but... what a pity,' Raven realized with a start. Without her helmet, Astasia's beauty was finally revealed but through the haze of blood hiding the true depth—sharp, aristocratic features framed by platinum blonde hair, skin like porcelain, and those incredible yellow eyes that seemed to hold the light of the sun itself.
She was breathtaking. And that was something that made him even more determined to try his luck, given he regretted being dense enough not to see these two.
He kept looking around the garden for flowers rather than committing to a few cherished ones.
"They are nothing to me," he said clearly, his voice carrying across the battlefield. "Except for someone I care about."
The words hit both women like physical blows. He could see the exact moment Astasia's heart broke—her eyes going wide before filling with unshed tears, realizing that indeed she had always had a wall between them, seeing her face turned down.
Nyra's ears flattened against her head as she was battling with her own body, coiled to suppress the lust oozing in a fight where the tragedy was about to unfold.