His eyes narrowed, his senses pulsed as he attempted to penetrate what lay within. He saw nothing; the storm was impenetrable to his eyes.
He sensed a lot of depraved, lustful energy stirring within, but there was also the weight of a slumbering threat, a somewhat fatal one at that.
'What to do?... what to do?'
He licked his lip as he contemplated.
A second later, he decided he would avoid it until he became stronger. Then he would devour that energy, he licked his lips one last time, tasting the lust in the air, before turning in another direction and blurred into the distance.
…
Above the blood-soaked sand where Veal had butchered the bull demon, the bee demon descended. It dipped low, lapped the fresh stain with its forked tongue, and stared in the direction where veal went for a second. Its eyes gleamed. Then, without a sound, it vanished back into the clouds, in the direction from which it came.
....
At the same moment, at the center of the storm stood an abominable crimson hive-womb of pulsating sacs of flesh. Its walls were made of pulsating meat sacs and blood-veined spires.
Inside, a horde of parasites squirmed.
Tens of thousands.
At the center of them sat their mother, a monstrous, six-meter-tall she-demon.
Her flesh was violet and wet, her body bloated with unspeakable life.
Her stomach translucent, and inside, eggs and embryos squirmed around. Her legs were insectile, her tails ended in ovipositors.
She was Matron of the Plague Womb, a member of the Fleshbound Succubus demon race, and was also one of the four pinnacle vital rank demon rulers of this section of the Demon Cradle.
Suddenly, her mouth split open like a blooming flower of fangs.
Sniff~haaah!
"The lovely scent of a newly advanced crimson bone rank male… ~oh, and he is strong… ooooh." She whispered, her voice thick with saliva and hunger. "His blood will satisfy my hunger, and his seed will bless my eggs."
As she licked the air, dozens of worm-like children slid from her womb hole.
~ooooohhh~
She shuddered and moaned loudly as the pleasure of them exiting her garden, washed over her body. Then She whipped her tongue out and slurped most of her young ones from mid-air.
Splat!
The rest? They slithered toward her birthing chamber, a slick, pulsating tunnel. One by one, they entered her again, and abyssal water of pleasure gushed as they slid in.
Inside, they twisted and twirled around, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body,
~OOOH~OOOH~
A few moments later, they all exploded, Splat! into a black goo that flowed toward deformed eggs inside her stomach and fused with them.
Fertilization.
She then stood up.
Boom!
The hive doors peeled open, revealing the storm outside. Her gaze penetrated the storm and locked onto the direction Veal had gone.
"There is no escape, little demon," she hissed.
Then,
Boom!
The ground beneath her sank as she sped off at high speeds, unnatural for her size. Her body completely blurred, leaving faint afterimages that lingered behind her like a ghost.
With each step she took, the storm parted, and the area around her trembled. Behind her, she a trail of disgusting parasites.
In but a few seconds, she exited the storm, but before she could travel any further, thunder rolled across the entire Demon Cradle.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With those thunders came huge columns of light that stood like pillars supporting the sky, and with those pillars came a compelling force that urged every demon to enter the pillar that was closest to them.
The hive queen twitched, hissed, as she gazed at the pillar nearest to her, one in the opposite direction of Veal.
A second later, she blurred in the direction of Veal.
…
{Veal}
Veal, who had reached about one and a half kilometers from the storm, stopped, turned around, and gazed at the storm with trepidation. 'What is this?' He felt the gaze of something lustful, something disgusting, something he couldn't outrun lock onto him.
And he would be lying if he said he wasn't tempted to satisfy whatever was starving for his seed.
A moment later, he saw what it was, a figure appeared at the edge of the storm like a ghost. A huge, bloated demoness.
'Fleshbound Succubus.'
Information about this demon race clicked in his mind, and he was even more tempted.
This was a race of lust similar to his; he started salivating at the amount of lust energy their union could produce.
Mate! Mate!
His blood screamed.
Her disgusting appearance didn't matter to him. He had the urge to run into her embrace, but there was something that made him hesitant. 'Fleshbound Succubus, they devoured their mates after milking them dry… and her aura is that of a peak vital rank, I don't think I could resist her.' His mind pulsed, then clicked,
'After they deem their mate useless… but when it comes to the art of lust, Lustborns are supreme.' His cock throbbed.
He took a single step toward her, but before he could take another,
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Thunderous sounds echoed out along with thousands of pillars of light that pierced the sky, each shimmering with different colors ranging from bronze, silver, and gold.
Their materialization caused the ground to tremble.
"Otherworldly summoning portals."
He muttered out loud, his voice somewhat chaotic, as he tried his best to resist the compulsion to enter the lights.
Even though the idea of traveling to another world was alluring, he had to be careful.
His memories told tales of unlucky demons who ventured into a world beyond their reach and died gruesomely.
'Yet I still can not let this opportunity pass me… But first, I must increase my strength.' He thought as he gazed upwards.
At the screeching of flying demons who blocked out the sun and dove into the light.
There were also the sounds of tens of thousands of land demons echoing out.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Next, his body instinctively tensed up, on guard, as the bloated Matron appeared a few meters before him.
Without a single word, she moved at extreme speed, grabbing him so fast he could barely process it.
Yet he didn't resist, for he knew she wasn't going to kill, no, she was going to do the opposite: bless him with lustful bliss.
She then blurred toward the storm. 'So fast,' his vision distorted, as the surroundings smeared.
Whoosh!