Demon Lord
Alistair and Ar slept almost an entire day. Their bodies were placed beside each other inside the infirmary. Regina hadn't shown herself since the accident. All affairs were handled by Miriam.
All Alistair could see was darkness. Taking deep breaths, he could hear the faint breathing from somebody lay beside him. Her scent was now familiar. Alistair's eyes flickered before opening, closing once again. An intense light blinding his vision.
"Ugh!"
His arm raised up, blocking most of the sunlight looking towards the right, illuminated by the red sun. Ar lay naked, a thin cloth covering her seductive hips and alluring breasts, moving with her faint breaths.
"Mmmmn"
Ar began moving in her sleep, turning towards Alistair as the cloth fell to her side, revealing her beautiful mountain peaks, with large light pink cherries which seemed inverted. Alistair gulped. His hoarse throat feeling cracked inside, reaching his hand towards the pitcher filled with water to take a sip.
Gulp*
Alistair finished taking a large mouthful, trying to place the pitcher down. Began feeling an intense stabbing pain in his arms. Dropping the pitcher with a loud smash, followed by the sound of water flowing.
"Mmmh?"
Ar awoken by the noise, sat up now, showing the crimson forest between her thighs. She noticed Alistair, however, felt nothing negative, giving her the brightest smile hopping from her bed, slipping on the water, with Alistair catching her soft body within his rough, muscular arms.
She felt her insides tingle, causing her body to quiver. Goosebumps filling her arms, she reached out, stroking Alistair's face like a precious treasure, her long fingernails scraping across his face with affection.
Alistair felt different from the usual link, with no system pop-up dictated this was his pure feelings and nothing to do with that bitch goddess. His arms wrapping around her waist. There was nothing obscene. They just wrapped around each other, stroking and staring into each other eyes.
"Ar... My name is Ar"
Ar's beautiful red eyes glistened with the rays of light, sucking his vision towards her. Alistair's mind felt at ease. Similar to the feeling Mera gave him, however, even greater if compared. His face pressed into her neck, taking a deep breath, savouring her scent.
"Call me Crowley."
Alistair took her hair, twirling it around his fingers, his face travelling upwards as their cheeks rubbed against each other, both faces painted with a light red hue. Ar's hands were now locked behind his neck, pulling her nose toward him, copying his acts of taking in her scent, filling her senses with a strong smell of vanilla and coffee, she drove her nose into his neck rubbing against him, whilst sniffing like obsessed without stopping.
"Crowley..."
Drip*
The dripping sound of water onto the ground echoed around the walls. Still, the pair remained secluded in their own world. No longer speaking, their minds were silent. Even thoughts seemed to have stopped as they just appreciated each other. Their lips just brushing past each other less than a millimeter apart.
Ar felt her nerves standing on edge, the feel of his lips giving her a sense of rapture. Every cell in her body screamed in celebration. Ar began seeking that feeling. Her body leant towards Alistair, her erect nipples slid across his muscular chest, forming another burst of pleasure.
"C-Crowley!"
Alistair pressed his finger against her smooth lips, glistening with pink lip gloss, feeling soft like marshmallows. Alistair traced them, constant shocks flashing through her body.
"Shhh."
For several moments, there was nothing but serenity, interrupted by the gradually increased panting from Ar and Alistair's deep breathing blowing hot air upon her neck. Both moved their heads in complete sync, as if in slow motion, their lips pressed against each other as both their eyes widened upon contact.
"Mmmmmph!~"
The pair felt their bodies connecting, not only their bodies, but mind and souls too. Although he couldn't hear all her thoughts, his everything felt connected to her on all levels, however unlike the witch's link, he was in complete control and could dominate her entire will if needed.
"Mmmmn~"
Ar's tongue greedily devoured Alistair's, her small mouth gulping down his sweet tasting saliva acting like she was addicted, foamy drool began dribbling from their connected mouths. Alistair gripped onto her back with greater strength.
Deep down, his entire being wanting this confirmation. This control, so he'd never be left alone again. This deep urge to have his own family seemed to manifest as the system panel changed, almost looking glitched.
[Detected Emotional Pinnacle]
[Awakening Demon Lord Factor]
[Removing Camoflauge]
[Ar Magna conquered as your first 'Demon knight.']
Alistair had heard tidbits from Regina along the way to camp, about how the nobles were getting ready for skirmishes with the demon empire as their next lord hard arisen within the Federation. Deep down, feeling something akin to excitement.
[Succubus's kiss -1 HP]
"It seems Lupia Rexas, that bitch goddess, kept something fucking important from me..." Alistair thought.
[Succubus's kiss +1 HP]
His thoughts found an answer: The system wasn't omnipotent. Alistair Needed to stop relying on it, using it only as a guide.
"Chhuppa~"
[Succubus's kiss -1 HP]
Ar's tongue bringing his attention back towards reality after their kiss became extremely heated. Her lips smothered in drool pressing against his plump red lips, her tongue curling around his, a seductive sucking force bringing his tongue into her mouth filled with drool and warmth, Ar's brilliant ruby eyes seeming to pester him for more.
"Mmhhchuu~"
[Succubus's kiss +1 HP]
"Shhlurp~"
They separated naturally, a thick silvery strand of saliva joined between them as Ar swallowed it, still silent, staring into each other's eyes, both feeling the changes in themselves, Ar had grown red wings from her back, the rims covered in blood red blade like appendages. Also, her tail's spade was covered in the same blades, the tip becoming far more elongated.
Ar suddenly fell to one knee, bowing towards Alistair with deep respect and longing, her claws now even sharper and tinged ruby like her hair, forming an extremely long princess cut flowing through the air like silk falling down to her ass.
"Lord Crowley!"
Alistair used his vision to view her current status.
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[Ar Magna]
[Grade 8]
[Race: Succubus]
[Job: Demon knight]
[Level 10]
[HP: 250/250] / [MP: 100/100]
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[Unique Talents]
[Charm]: Able to use natural charm to subdue targets weaker than yourself, stronger targets are significantly harder.
[Succubus Armour]: The natural succubus armour evolved to improve their weak physical combat abilities.
[Knight Form]: Switches normal succubus traits into knight for, suited more for melee combat, passively allows the use of mana.
[Succubus Bond]: Normally draining a male of vigor, a bonded succubus will share her own vitality, causing a complete loop removing the chance of draining the male completely. (Lord Alistair Crowley)
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[Skills]
[Advanced Lancet Technique] / [Intermediate Mana Manipulation] / [Master Troop Organisation]
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Ar felt Alistair's stern look, since she lost to him in combat. Her mind felt obsessed with the rush of defeat at his hands, different from her sisters. When his hands clawed her face and looked at her like garbage, feeling even her soul shudder in fear, then dominated by excitement.
His body took a step closer, feeling his hand gripping her chin, moving her from side to side, like she was being examined. Her body screamed with excitement as an image began forming upon her pelvis a demon's head with large curved horns pointing toward the sky in defiance, becoming bolder the more she felt his will dominate her everything.
"L-lord"
"You've done well to accept everything. From today, you will be Ar Magna, my first and most loyal guard."
Alistair's hand stroked her head, ruffling her neat hair. Whilst he thought about this may be why, witches hated the demon lord. He; could form his own compete loyal army of superior demons with strength greater than an average witch.
"So, is the witch's devotion link a copy of the demon lord's ability?" Alistair thought.
Ar kept kneeling, her bladed armour and wings slowly contracting within her body. Her eyes still glowing red with obedience and affection.
"Remember, only to act this way in private, Ar. If you find any trustworthy women to serve me by your side, tempt them and help me conquer them. My dear Knight."
Ar rose to her feet, still acting subservient towards Alistair, with her head bowed, looking toward the mark he'd left on her womb, trying to hide her joy. His quiet whisper reaching her ears.
"If you perform well, I'll make sure you're rewarded well. Ar"
"Yes, Lord Crowley!"
Knock Knock*
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Outside the door, Isilda stood, feeling slightly guilty. She wasn't supposed to be the one attacking, which caused the extreme situation that almost cost the lives of several succubi and Alistair. Isilda regained her composure, knocking on the infirmary door before entering. She was glad to see both of them were fine and standing without injury.
"Good afternoon, you pair of slackers. Are you feeling okay today?" Isilda said.
Isilda moved closer to them, not detecting anything wrong. She found it a little strange that the pair who tried to kill themselves were now rather close. However, no succubus would be against close contact with a male.
"After yesterday, the training endurance was called off for two days for recovery. Instead, combat training would be doubled."
Alistair felt this was fair. Although it was called combat training, it was relatively tame compared to the endurance challenge where each day they succeeded, a new group of silver succubi would be added to the assault team.
"Understood. What time does the training begin?" Alistair said.
Ar remained quiet, watching their conversation. She'd covered her womb tattoo with her black succubus attire, using the visor to hide where she was looking , her hands stroking the tattoo through the fabric, seeming to be quite obsessive.
"Training begins in roughly 3 hours. Leader produced a meal for you both upon waking up this once."
"Ar, are you feeling alright?" Isilda said.
Isilda turned toward the flushed Ar with an apologetic smile, having learned of Alistair's berserk mode prior, but not paying attention regretted almost ruining Ar's beautiful face. Luckily, using one of the remaining high potions, removing the severe wounds.
"I'm fine Sub-Leader! Let's go eat quickly." Ar said. She gave Alistair a sly look before leaving his scent still fresh on her body.
Alistair watched the two leave, deciding to not follow them, wanting to avoid his link with Ar being revealed soon. Since he couldn't even trust the goddess that brought him here, how could he trust any other female?
His body falling onto a comfortable black chair, leaning back, crossing his legs with a deep sigh.
"Have I been tricked all this time, by the system and even by me being a supposed wolf?"
"So, demon lord factor? What was that bullshit she said about divine will, demonic spirit and the human soul... Wasn't she just fucking with me to hide the fact she made me the enemy of this world!?" Alistair thought to himself..
"Women... Cannot be trusted no matter which world. At least not unless I conquer them completely."
With a clenched fist and a fierce look, Alistair was rather annoyed. "Is this camp another one of her plots? Would he always have to surrender to the gods' whims? NEVER!" Slamming his fist down, raising to his feet moving towards the exit.
Crackle!
Shatter!
Alistair left the room, his face now normal and completely relaxed. After he was several feet away, a loud shattering sound occurred. The entire infirmary had been completely frozen and shattered when Alistair's mana had ceased to be fed, causing the ice to shatter.