Extinct Race

Alistair followed Regina, keeping his thoughts neutral, arriving at the teleportation array, which pulsated with a purple glow. Two women wearing all black attire, tied up hair and silver mask covering their eyes, reminding him lady fire keeper from that one game with souls.

"They look more like soldiers than witches..." Alistair thought.

"Heh. how do my girls look? Cool right? I designed the attire myself!"

Regina was happy to see he appreciated her designs through his shining eyes, leading him further towards the pair.

"Leader!"

"Captain!"

Both girls greeted Regina with a salute, their left arm crossing their chest whilst their right arm holding their hilt. Alistair found slightly familiar, having spent two years within the army before being discharged because of mental health problems. These customs weren't used often, witches mostly using runes.

"Relax.~ You girls are always too serious. We're using the portal set the co-ordinates for our headquarters."

Only now did both girls notice Alistair stood behind Regina. Their eyes shone seeing such a high-class male 'Is our leader finally interested in males!?' the pair thought with their eyes meeting.

Thud*

The two idiots were slapped on the head by Regina and pushed away. Both girls then proceeded setting the destination on the panels either side of the gateway.

The portal exploded with purple light before reconstructing, revealing a small blurry image of a castle and what seemed like a barracks. Alistair found it strange. The sky was dark red with three moons.

'Why does this look like a demon's world?"

Bam*

"Ahhhh!"

Alistair was kicked from behind, falling into the portal. His desire to complain stopped within an instant, feeling his vision spinning, gripping onto the closest thing to keep stable. The things within his grip were very soft and larger than his entire hand could grip.

"Mmmmn"

Regina moaned lightly, looking towards Alistair with her gaze fierce, noticing his strange actions, realising he'd never teleported before. Regina's face became amused. His first open display of weakness was in front of her. At last, he seemed normal. Regina ignoring his groping hands, honestly enjoying the feeling of his touch.

"It'll be over soon, relax. Close your eyes, it's just vertigo, take deep breaths counting to ten." Regina said, her voice gentle, like coaxing a child.

Alistair followed her soft voice, closed his eyes, feeling his intense vertigo fading. Now Alistair's body filled with the sense of floating, feeling a large arm wrap around his back, easing him further. Her body smelling like soap and cigarettes, reminding him of his past, her face blurry yet being a little older than him, acting like his elder sister during his childhood.

"Sister..." Alistair said.

Regina felt lightning travel down her spine, hearing his words. She felt thankful to those nobles for the first time, allowing her to spend time with this strange boy. Regina holding Alistair closer to her body, crushing her chest against his.

"Good brother…"

Regina's hand slide across his back, feeling Alistair's various muscles, whilst her breasts felt how solid his chest and abs were.

"He's very muscular... Hope he can survive the training." Regina thought.

Alistair felt the vertigo dissipate, hearing several women gasp. His eyes opened, noticing Regina was holding his body, her mouth twitching, being seen like this by her troops.

"What're you gawking at!? It's not break time yet you're all here lazing off!" Regina said with a loud, scolding voice.

The girls fled with great haste, returning to their tasks and training. From what Alistair saw, there were over one hundred at least. One woman remained, with silvery grey hair, masculine beauty, one of her golden eyes covered with an eyepatch.

"Isilda? You've done well in my absence!"

"Welcome home Leader" Isilda said. Her vision trailing towards Alistair.

"He's the one we're to train?"

"Ah, train him like regular rookies... No, train him with twice the intensity."

Regina patted Alistair's shoulder roughly, before she walked towards the castle, several women in the same black attire following from behind.

"Hello, my name is Isilda. I will be your instructor from today. Nice to meet you, Alistair. I'll answer questions later. First, we need to get your outfit ready. Ah wait."

Isilda's face approached Alistair, feeling locked in place, only able to see her plump red lips approaching.

The moment they touched his body felt divine pleasure beyond anything he'd experienced, Alistair felt her tongue pry open his lips with ease, filling his mouth with a sweet taste similar to honey as she entangled Alistair's tongue with hers his mouth filled with sweet tasting saliva.

"Mmmhhmnnph~"

Alistair placed a hand upon her face, stroking along her cheek. He could tell this wasn't just out of lust and likely some test as he gradually took damage to his health. The reason would probably be told later, as he continued enjoying her taste.

[Succubus's kiss -1 HP]

"Mmmph~"

[Succubus's kiss -1 HP]

Isilda began enjoying the kiss, now sucking Alistair's tongue, feeling his addictive taste filling her mouth. She felt the envious stares from several girls from the training ground, her tongue now coiling around Alistair's, pulling it inside her mouth, swallowing his saliva.

Shhlurrp~"

[Succubus's kiss -1 HP]

After several minutes of kissing, Alistair felt difficulty in breathing. Isilda, sensing this, slowly ended the kiss, her long snake-like tongue uncoiling, leaving a dense bridge of saliva between their mouths. Trying to avoid losing any saliva, she sucked up the silver bridge of saliva connecting them, swallowing their mixed taste.

"Chhhuppaa~"

[Succubus's kiss -1 HP]

"Sorry, you might not have been told, however all the girls living here are from the 'extinct' and despised Succubus bloodline." Isilda said, with a neutral face.

"Ah..."

Alistair was completely shocked. He'd never felt helpless against pleasure before. Listening to her words believed the kiss must have had some kind of reason to it, other than just kissing. What led him to be shocked was, after entering this realm, he learnt Regina's status was almost completely forged.

Regina wasn't a half demon, but a full demon and just like Isilda of the Succubus bloodline, thinking back to his old world, the succubus would be extremely happy and well fed. But here, it seems life it thought as only one hundred of them remained.

Even more amazing was that even the lowest level succubus had double his charm value. The special mask they wore seemed to limit their charm below ten.

Behind Isilda a woman with long brown curly hair approached, wearing the same attire as Isilda with a golden insignia rather than the girls who wore silver, carrying a black orb and mask.

This seemed to be the lowest level, donning a black insignia of a bewitching female with goat horns.

"Put this on." The brown-haired woman said.

"Miriam, at least try some enthusiasm! Sorry Alistair, this girl is Miriam Regina's commander and the third in command here."

Alistair took the uniform from the sensual woman, who gave a slight nod before leaving. His eyes were almost locked onto her behind, watching it sway. This action seemed to be a positive for Isilda and the watching girls.

"Hey, hey! Looks like he's into our asses"

"I've never seen a male actively lust without medicine before!"

The chirping of exciting young succubi filled their small barracks before their leaders began scolding them, whilst they too chirped to each other, raising the originally dull and gloomy mood to a more active and cheerful one.

"Now wear these whilst training. Nobody is excluded."

Alistair took the gem from her before removing his clothes completely. Which caused Isilda to facepalm, forgetting she'd never told him to just press the gem against his chest and he didn't need to expose his body openly. Not that she's truly complaining after seeing his masterpiece. Even the most seasons succubi became more excited, training harder than before.

The black light flashed, enveloping him in tight black rubber, upon opening his eyes, now wearing a tightly fit leather outfit feeling flexible without hindering his movements, a black insignia upon his left chest, his abs were clearly visible looking even more perfect within this combat suit.

"It feels like I'm naked... highlighting my crotch to the extreme..."

Isilda looking at Alistair, her eyes filled with greed and desire, which disappeared after his second look. For normal men, this suit's pressure would leave their lower bodies as flat as females, however Alistair's weapon was far beyond standards, leaving a large bulge within his suit causing rejoice inside the bored thirty succubi, giving them something to imagine at night.

"Ahem! From now on, you are considered a cadet in Regina's troops. I'll be setting the suit's weight to double normal cadet. All your training will also be doubled. Please be prepared for hell."

Alistair finally felt training was to begin. With a renewed desire to improve himself by giving a confident nod, Alistair felt much more relaxed now. He didn't have to manage his thoughts for the worry someone would read them. Although his physical body had changed drastically, his mind was only a normal guy less than a few days ago.

His mind became far less complicated when now distanced from Mera and Celia, To be honest Celia's actions hurt not only his mind but his trust for her, but made him have second thoughts about the link, he couldn't complain or be angry as extreme emotions would be transmitted without his control.

"I'll have to deal with her accordingly. I'm not some fuck toy or object." Alistair thought, before focusing on Isilda, who announced his daily schedule.

"Your day will be split into three activities; Vigor training, basic exercise, and sparring. Starting from 5:00AM. You will spend the morning undergoing a four hour long-distance run, followed by basic training for three hours. Dinner will be from 12:00PM, lasting exactly one hour, no more. After dinner will be another set of basic exercise for two hours, followed by five hours sparring with other succubi and trainers."

Alistair felt this wasn't so bad, quite lenient, in fact, before she continued.

"Because the hours in a day are limited, you will be under double the constant weight from the training armour and your status will be limited significantly more when wearing the visor. Regina and I will also train you additionally for one hour each night after dinner until 10:00PM. After that, the camp turns off all lights. Do you follow?"

"Yeah, I understand." Alistair replied with vigor.

Isilda nodded, satisfied with his response, before calling over one of the team leaders whispering inside her ear.

"Alistair, this is Ren. She will be your team leader, so follow her words. She's here to guide you to your sleeping quarters."

"Let's go recruit."

Ren had short blue hair and a silver insignia. Her height was more than a head shorter than Alistair. He gave her a polite nod before following her as she departed whilst hiding her excitement by playing a cool beauty like team leader.

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Regina popped up behind Isilda, patting her shoulder with an enormous grin.

"So, what do ya think, Sil?"

Isilda took a moment to think before placing a finger to her lips and replied.

"He certainly knows how to kiss, nor seeming to discriminate towards us. Much the opposite. When hearing our race, I could detect excitement and lust from his emotions. How could that be a normal man?"

Regina looked proud of herself, slamming her own chest with large slaps.

"Haha, that's why I decided stealing him from those nobles was the best path, as soon as possible!"

Isilda, looking rather irritated by her nonchalant attitude. Watching the man leave, seeing several other succubi longingly watching him.

"It feels like you've brought a wolf here to devour us all... Body and soul!"