Aria's eyelids fluttered open, heavy as lead weights.
The world was a hazy blur of dim blue light and damp stone, her head throbbing like she'd been hit by a goblin's club.
She groaned softly, one hand instinctively reaching up to clutch her forehead, fingers tangling in her short, choppy crimson hair.
Her sharp face felt hot, flushed, and her athletic body ached all over—muscles sore from the fight, but something else... a deeper, unfamiliar warmth pooling low in her belly. "What... the hell happened?" she muttered, her voice raspy and weak.
She was lying on the cold, uneven floor of what looked like a cave chamber, the air thick with that same sweet, musky fragrance from before, only stronger now, cloying and invasive.
It wrapped around her like a fog, making her breath come in short, uneven gasps. Blinking away the grogginess, Aria pushed herself up on one elbow, her small B-cup breasts shifting under the tight constraints of her leather-and-steel armor.
Her toned midriff, exposed and glistening with sweat, tightened as she tried to sit fully. But her limbs felt like jelly—weak, unresponsive. "Mana... low," she realized with a curse.
The dungeon's drain had hit her hard; she could barely muster the strength to prop herself up against the wall.
Her green eyes scanned the room, sharpening into focus.
The chamber was larger than the corridor they'd been in, walls lined with glowing moss that cast an eerie, ethereal light over everything. In the center floated a pulsing blue crystal—the dungeon core, she guessed—humming with faint magical energy.
But that wasn't what caught her breath. Off to her side, Mira sat huddled on the floor, her petite frame curled in on itself.
The healer's oversized starry blue hat had slipped slightly, revealing more of her round face, her orange curls disheveled and trembling.
Mira's big amber eyes were wide, fixed on something ahead, her cheeks a deep, burning red.
She wasn't moving, just staring, her tiny A-cup breasts rising and falling rapidly under her blue-white robes, which were rumpled and slightly hiked up, exposing her narrow hips and the faint outline of her small, perky ass pressed against the stone.
"Mira?" Aria called hoarsely, her voice echoing softly in the chamber. "Mira, snap out of it! What are you looking at?"
Mira didn't respond. Didn't even blink. Her lips parted slightly, a soft, shocked whimper escaping as her gaze remained locked forward.
Aria's heart pounded harder, a mix of fear and confusion twisting in her gut. She followed Mira's stare, her own eyes widening in horror as the scene came into sharp, explicit focus.
There, in the center of the chamber near the glowing core, was Lilia—the succubus bitch they'd fought.
But now, she was on all fours, completely naked.
Her massive J-cup breasts dangled heavily beneath her, swaying with every brutal thrust, the wide, puffy pink areolas spread taut and glistening with sweat.
Her long red hair spilled messily over her shoulders, horns curving sharply from her forehead, and her spade-tipped tail thrashed wildly in the air.
Glowing cum from earlier sessions still leaked from her stretched pussy, mixing with fresh juices that squirted out with each impact.
Behind her, railing her mercilessly, was a muscular man—tall, ripped, with silver hair flowing down his back like a cascade of moonlight.
His perfect, chiseled body gleamed with sweat, abs flexing as he gripped Lilia's wide hips, slamming his enormous 12-inch cock into her with savage force.
The veiny shaft, thicker than Aria's wrist, plunged deep into the succubus's dripping slit, stretching her folds obscenely wide.
Heavy balls slapped against her clit with wet, rhythmic smacks, and each thrust elicited a guttural moan from Lilia, her body arching in ecstasy.
"Ahhhn~ Master! Yes! Pound your filthy succubus slut harder!" Lilia cried out, her voice a velvet moan laced with raw need.
Her massive tits slapped against the stone floor, nipples scraping roughly, sending jolts of pleasure through her. "Fill me again! Your cock... it's destroying my womb! Mmmph~ Deeper, Master! Breed me like the cum-dump I am!"
Aria's eyes bulged in shock, her face draining of color before flushing a deep crimson.
This was... this was her first time seeing anything like this. Sex. Raw, animalistic fucking.
In her adventurer life, she'd heard stories, seen crude drawings in taverns, but never... never this.
The sight burned into her brain—the way Lilia's pussy clenched around that monster cock, juices squirting out in arcs, the succubus's ass rippling with each impact.
Aria's own body betrayed her, a fresh wave of heat flooding her core, her shorts now thoroughly soaked, her pussy throbbing with an unwelcome ache.
She tried to stand, to fight, but her legs wobbled, mana depletion leaving her weak and dizzy.
Sitting was all she could manage, her toned thighs pressing together instinctively, rubbing against her slickness.
"Where... where are we?" Aria shouted, her voice cracking with a mix of rage and fear. "Let us go, you bastard!"
Lilia's head lolled back, her sharp eyes glazing over in pleasure as Leo's cock hit a deep spot inside her. "Ahhh~ Master... your toys... they're all awake," she moaned breathlessly, her tail coiling around Leo's waist to pull him deeper. "Mmmph~ Look at them... so fresh... so ready..."
Leo laughed darkly, his silver hair falling into his eyes as he gripped a fistful of Lilia's red locks, yanking her head back roughly.
Her neck arched, massive breasts thrusting forward, puffy nipples hardening further in the cool air.
He slammed into her even harder, the wet slaps echoing like thunder.
"Bitch, don't think you're getting a break just because they got up," he growled, his voice deep and commanding, rippling with dominance.
His ripped muscles flexed, veins bulging on his arms as he pounded her relentlessly, his 12-inch shaft burying to the hilt, stretching her walls to their limit.
"Yes! Master... I would never!" Lilia screamed in ecstasy, her body convulsing as an orgasm ripped through her. "Ahhhn~ Fuck me raw! Use your succubus whore! Fill my pussy until it overflows! Mmmph~ Harder! Deeper! I'm cumming... again... on your perfect cock!"
Aria watched in wide-eyed horror, her heart pounding like a war drum.
The succubus's moans were obscene, filling the chamber with filthy echoes, Lilia's massive tits bouncing wildly, milk-like droplets of arousal squirting from her swollen nipples as Leo's thrusts shook her entire frame.
Aria's own arousal spiked against her will, her small breasts aching under her armor, nipples stiff and sensitive.
She felt exposed, vulnerable—traumatized by the raw display, yet her body responded with a shameful throb. "This... this is sick," she whispered, then shouted louder. "Where's Elara? What did you do to her?"
Leo's dark grin widened, his silver eyes gleaming with predatory hunger as he pointed with one hand while continuing to rail Lilia. "There," he growled, voice rough with exertion. "Already lost in the heat."
Aria's gaze snapped to the side, and her stomach dropped.
Elara was slumped against the wall, her elegant green robes open down the front, exposing her voluptuous body in all its glory.
The mage's long brown hair, braided with golden vines, was disheveled, strands sticking to her sweat-slicked skin.
Her heavy G-cup breasts spilled free, heaving with each ragged breath, the thick nipples angry red and pinched between her own fingers.
Her wide, childbearing hips were spread, robes hiked up to reveal her dripping pussy—slick folds glistening, juices pooling on the stone beneath her plush ass.
Elara's hazel eyes were half-lidded, lost in lust, one hand furiously rubbing her swollen clit while the other mauled her massive tits, twisting and pulling at the stiff peaks.
"E-Elara!" Aria cried, her voice breaking. "Don't give in to these monsters! Fight it!"
Elara moaned softly, her fingers plunging into her soaked slit with wet squelches, her thick thighs quivering.
"S-sorry... Aria... Mira... I can't," she whimpered, breathing heavily, her voluptuous body arching as another wave of pleasure hit her. "The smell... the drain... it's too much. My body... it needs... ahh~ It needs to be filled..."
Mira, still sitting nearby, let out a traumatized sob, her tiny frame shaking.
Her amber eyes were glued to the scene, wide with shock and horror, tears streaming down her freckled cheeks.
"N-no... this can't be real," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Elara... you're... touching yourself? And that... that man... he's... he's doing that to her? It's so big... so scary..."
Mira's narrow hips shifted uncomfortably, her robes damp at the crotch, the fragrance amplifying her innocent arousal.
She hugged her knees to her chest, trying to hide, but her gaze kept flicking back to Leo's pounding cock, stretching Lilia's pussy wide.
Leo thrust deeper into Lilia, pulling her hair harder, her back arching until her massive tits pointed skyward. "Hear that, slut?" he growled at the succubus. "Your moans are breaking them already. Keep screaming for me."
Lilia obeyed, her voice a symphony of ecstasy. "Yes, Master! Ahhhn~ Your cock is ruining me! Stretch my succubus cunt! Fill it with your hot seed! Mmmph~ I'm your breeding bitch! Cum inside! Make me evolve again! Oh god, yes—harder! Pound me until I break!"
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END OF CHAPTER : 9 : AWAKENING TO CORRUPTION : THE MASTER'S GAZE!
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