Succubus Prison

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Nara's face turned deathly pale as she sobbed and muttered to herself, "How could I betray the Crimson Mother? How could I betray the Order? There must be some mistake! I'm not a damned traitor. Right, you forced me to do this! You forced me into all of this!"

"Yes, I forced you to kill, I forced you to drain the girl's blood," he sneered.

"...It's all your fault anyway!" Nara had completely broken down and was incoherent. "If I don't kill them, they'll kill me, and you'll kill me too? I'll die, I don't want to die..."

At this moment, El no longer felt the usual reluctance, but instead felt an indescribable sense of exhilaration. The evil act of arbitrarily taking another's life would eventually be punished, and now he was the one chosen by fate to punish.

"Do you want to live?"

Chapter 61 Impersonating a Chosen One

Nara sensed something unusual and realized that things might not be so simple. She was filled with doubt and even began to wonder if this was his real purpose.

However, from the very beginning, the initiative was firmly in El's hands, and she was unwilling to face destruction, so she had no other choice.

She knelt before El, no longer willing to put up a futile resistance. She agreed to the slave contract, selling her soul and body to be enslaved by him, just to survive.

From that moment on, Nara, the Crimson Dancer, died, and was replaced by the first Bloodhound.

After making the decision, her face no longer showed fear and painful struggle, but rather a long-lost sense of ease.

Leaving her where she was, El slowly walked out, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to Gloria, who was leaning against the wall outside the door, and said, "It's done. I thought she would rather die than submit, or at least that it would take several more times, but I didn't expect to get it done in one go."

Gloria stood with her arms crossed, her expression slightly strange, and said half-jokingly, "Seriously, you scared me a little."

I almost believed it myself.

"That only proves my acting skills are superb," ​​El said with a smile, shrugging.

She then asked, "So, what's next?"

"Let's talk as we walk."

So Gloria swayed her ample hips and moved a little closer to him, and El took the opportunity to put his arm around her and place his hand on her waist.

Gloria raised an eyebrow, bluntly pointing out his thoughts, "So you really want to try it with me?"

A sly glint flashed in El's dark eyes as he deliberately said, "Since you're asking me that, I'll have to think about it too."

"What are you thinking about?" she asked curiously.

He honestly said, "I'll think about where we'll be, what clothes I'll wear, whether I should prepare flowers and gifts for you, and most importantly, what position we'll use when we go to bed."

This subtle, ambiguous interaction made Gloria curl her lips into a smile, and she said, "Flirting with me?"

She is an adult succubus, not a young girl. She doesn't value flowers and gifts, and her sexual desire is not high. She won't easily have physical contact or anything more intimate with the opposite sex. But if he really wants to sleep with her and treats her like a young girl, she doesn't resist much. She even vaguely likes it and feels like her youth has been rekindled.

There's a saying that goes, "Making love with a handsome young man makes an old lady feel young again."

“Actually, I feel that you are lazy and unwilling to move every day, and you have no energy at all. It’s a sign of insufficient vitality.” He said generously, “You can absorb some of mine.”

"Hmph, there's no benefit to my boundless energy here." Gloria had a look on her face that said, "That's how it is for an old lady to go to work."

A monotonous and repetitive daily life and a harsh working environment can indeed easily make people feel bored.

They went together into Gloria's office, which was the most luxurious room in the damp and dark basement.

She reached for the bottle, poured herself a full glass, and continued drinking with a contented expression.

Are you just going to drink it straight? Or at least have some ham or cheese with it?

El glanced at the [Shop] and [Backpack], and picked out a purple-quality gift: [Salmon Sushi - Super Fresh].

[Item Description: Fresh salmon that melts in your mouth, paired with pearl rice from Inazuma Castle, made by a sushi master, served with wasabi and a secret sauce. This gift might be surprisingly effective for a girl with discerning tastes in food.]

Actually, El never understood what the word "sushi" meant. He only knew that it was a kind of food, and it shouldn't be anything special. It seemed like it could be eaten as a snack or a main meal.

He placed the plastic tray on his desk, intending it as a snack to accompany her drinks.

"Come, senior, have a taste."

"What is this? Oh, salmon. Is it fresh? Thank you, thoughtful boy."

Gloria picked up a piece and took a big bite, chewing as she gestured to him that it was delicious.

It's important to know that Beijing is located deep inland, and people usually eat a lot of frozen fish, canned fish, smoked fish, and salted fish. Fresh fish is very rare, and the supply is mainly concentrated in specific seasons.

She fondly recalled the taste: "Back in my hometown of the Loire, I used to catch salmon. I remember it was during the Portuguese season, a great time for harvesting grapes and making wine. The sockeye salmon started their migration, and they were everywhere in the valley. They didn't hide; they just kept charging around. Even the most clumsy fisherman could catch a full catch just by sticking his hand into the river."

Just by listening to her description, I could almost picture the idyllic scenery near the winery.

El laughed and said, "If it weren't for the sake of procreation, I wouldn't have risked my life."

The more I think about it, the more sacred it seems. Reproduction is a primal instinct of living beings, and it is also the nature of humans and succubi. In order to ensure the survival of the species, it is necessary to reproduce offspring, not to mention that it is an extremely pleasurable thing in itself.

The pleasure experienced during sexual intercourse is a gift secretly bestowed by the goddess of creation, ensuring the sacred mission of species reproduction and allowing love to be born between the two in trembling joy.

El extended an invitation to her, and Gloria hesitated for a moment before finally sitting on his lap. She was very tall and slender, arguably the tallest succubus El knew. Therefore, unlike her previous composure, Gloria felt awkward and out of place sitting on him, thinking that she should be the one holding him instead.

However, El didn't care about any of that. The larger-sized beauty had an indescribable attraction for him. And senior, look at that figure! Those breasts are so big and round, high and perky, and her legs are extremely beautiful. While stroking her thighs, he discussed his "conquest" plan with her.

"My next step is to target the priestess. Once I've captured her, I think the other succubi will follow suit."

Gloria drank the wine with a delighted expression, then tasted the sushi, feeding him as she went. She felt that the combination of red wine and raw salmon was even more delicious.

After hearing El's words, he thought for a moment and immediately shook his head decisively, feeling that El might have some misunderstanding about the word "priest".

It's important to understand that the priestess is the messenger who communicates with the gods, the true leader of the order. In other words, she was the most resilient and least likely to submit among that group of scarlet succubi.

"That's impossible. Even if you drain all her life force, it won't work."

The power of faith can only be overcome through faith itself.

El said matter-of-factly, "Of course we have to outsmart her. It's like playing a game of Animal Chess. Besides the deity herself, the priests can be commanded by the chosen ones and the high priest. I can't impersonate the high priest, but I can impersonate the chosen ones. As long as I can fool her, that's fine."

As they were chatting, he unbuckled her belt and slipped his right hand directly into her uniform trousers, caressing her smooth inner thigh. It just wasn't quite right through the clothes.

Gloria rolled her eyes at him, but didn't pay much attention. To cover it up, she took another sip of wine. But then he started touching her inner thighs, making her feel itchy. So she simply squeezed her legs together, firmly trapping his mischievous hand inside.

She still felt that this plan was too simplistic.

"How can you just impersonate someone chosen by the gods? You don't even know blood magic."

"Didn't I say I'd invite you to watch my performance? If the mystery is revealed too quickly, how can I show off in front of you?" El nuzzled her breasts with the tip of his nose. Her unique body fragrance mixed with a faint scent of alcohol smelled wonderful. "But this time, you'll have to cooperate with me and perform on stage together."

Gloria readily asked, "What role do you need me to play?"

He said in a serious tone, "Let me think, I'll play... a fallen female prison guard who has unfortunately become a sex slave. Let's rehearse first."

Before he could finish speaking, El took action, not only spreading her legs apart but also increasing the intensity of his manipulation. He slipped his fingers inside her panties, caressing the crevice between her legs and slowly beginning to tease her.

Gloria blushed instantly, swirled her wine glass, sighed, and pressed the glass to El's lips, feeding him with the wine she had drunk from.

Chapter 62 The Beginning of Training

In the dead of night, darkness came into view of the gradually awakening Blood Priestess Eliza.

Where am I...?

Her mind was in disarray due to the mind magic, and she couldn't remember what had happened for a moment. Her last memory was of a man's fingers being inserted into her anus and being stretched open with something, and then she detonated the Crimson Egg inside her body—which was originally intended to spread the blood plague after death.

She squinted, surveying her surroundings; it appeared to be a cell built of stone.

At the same time, she felt her original priest's robe disappear, replaced by a sleeveless vest and shorts. Just as she was about to move her body, she found that her hands were cuffed behind her back, and her legs were restricted by shackles at the top of her thighs. The chains were also unusually short. She tried to lift her legs, but she couldn't take a step at all. Even her neck was fastened with a heavy collar.

Eliza couldn't help but sneer. She had already seen the variety of torture instruments in the Empire when she was nailed to the cross and suffered physical torture. What were a few shackles compared to this?

But what exactly happened? Why was the secret hideout discovered?

To this day, Eliza remains baffled by her failure. She calms herself and, as she has done countless times before, prays in her heart to the Scarlet Mother.

But as the waiting time grew longer, her mood gradually sank.

Did the Mother Goddess really abandon me?

It was because she was forbidden from using magic and could not use it, which made her too weak to be noticed by the Mother Goddess.

"Don't waste your energy, Eliza." A voice suddenly came, "Here, the Mother Goddess's favor will not extend to us in the slightest."

Eliza looked in the direction of the sound and, through the darkness, saw a high-ranking member of the cult in the opposite cell, who was also her former subordinate—Nara.

It looks like she's not wearing any clothes.

"You're still alive?" Eliza was slightly surprised. The other party had killed the count's daughter, and when they sent her there, they didn't intend for her to come back alive.

Before Nara could answer, she muttered to herself, "Yes, living is more painful than dying. They won't let you off so easily."

“What about the other sisters?” Eliza asked.

Nara said, "I don't know. Maybe they were all well-behaved and didn't cause any trouble, so they weren't sent to this dungeon."

"Really? You're the first one of us to be caught, but it seems you're doing pretty well."

As she spoke, Eliza narrowed her eyes dangerously. "There's a traitor among us. Aren't you going to explain?"

“Explanation? I have nothing to explain.” Nara shook her head. “You’ll soon find out that things aren’t what you think at all.”

Eliza was about to say something more when she suddenly heard footsteps nearby. She turned her head and saw a familiar face – the prison guard who had put his hand inside her anus, accompanied by a tall succubus.

El immediately looked at Nara and began his performance according to plan. He walked to the edge of the cell, reached out and cupped Nara's chin, "Has the bitch been behaving well lately?"

Nara gritted her teeth inwardly, but under El's tyrannical power, she did as he said, squatting on the ground, shamelessly spreading her legs, and doing everything in her power to please him.

As he unzipped his pants, he straightened her head and began to thrust deeply into her mouth.

"Huh?" Eliza looked at all of this in surprise, and the more she looked, the more bizarre it seemed.

Perhaps he's just a lecherous brat, she thought to herself.

Nara groaned uncontrollably as his penis moved in and out of her throat.

Seeing the boy's movements getting faster and faster, Eliza knew he was about to lose his temper. The opportunity was fleeting, so she suddenly shouted, "Nara, bite him! Quick!"

Little did she know that of the four succubi present, three were in cahoots.

Hearing this, El pulled the object out of Nara's mouth and turned to look at Eliza. "You've got some nerve, haven't you? Aren't you scared?"

Eliza sneered and didn't answer. Perhaps next, he could try to ejaculate in her mouth as well. She promised she would never bite that thing off!

El continued unhurriedly, "Actually, I'm glad you've fallen into my hands. At least we're somewhat on our own, Priestess Eliza. I will do everything in my power to treat you well. I hope you can still be as brave and strong as you were under the watchful eye of the Mother Goddess, because that will bring me even more joy."

Eliza frowned immediately. What on earth was this guy babbling on and on about?

Even though his appearance could be considered quite handsome by succubus standards, at this moment, she still found him utterly repulsive.

"Hehe, since you've spoiled my mood, let's end the patrol here for tonight."

El walked towards Eliza and stopped in front of her. "But before I leave, I have to give you a little punishment, or a gift?"

He then opened the cell door. Eliza stared at him coldly, then suddenly roared and prepared to pounce on him and bite him. At this critical moment, Golia, who was standing to the side, revealed a cold smile, kicked Eliza to the ground, and then viciously kicked her in the stomach and stomped on her head with her boot.

"Alright, we're all compatriots."

Gloria said stiffly, "Master...Master, I do not acknowledge that I am a fellow countryman with the murderer."

But with a little force, El pulled her down in front of him, wrapping his arms around her shapely waist. "Tonight, let your master pamper you properly."

"After all, my greatest hobby is training women."

He turned and looked down at Eliza, "You should have died a miserable death. I saved you, so you should have the honor of being the next one."

As he spoke, El bit his wrist and, repeating his previous trick, dripped blood into Eliza's mouth to her astonishment. The legendary aphrodisiac that he had deliberately saved from his sister came in handy now. "Stick out your tongue."

Eliza stood there stunned, instinctively sticking out her tongue. Before she could react, her taste buds were overwhelmed by the taste of blood in her mouth.

This is truly overwhelmingly sweet! It tastes like the exquisite blood wine concocted by the Mother Goddess herself.

But she quickly realized something was wrong. Could it be that his bloodline was more noble than hers? But he was clearly just a mixed-race bastard... There was no time to think. She curled up, intermittent moans escaping her throat. She felt her body begin to heat up, her honey pot seeping out lustful fluid, her wings trembling, and the tip of her tail twitching uncontrollably.

When her remaining rationality made her realize that she was in heat, in her confused and infatuated state, she felt utterly horrified. Why? How did she do this?

Did he use aphrodisiacs? But why isn't he affected?

"Enjoy the moment, live for the moment." With that, El turned and left with Gloria without looking back.

Chapter 63 No succubus understands the Crimson Doctrine better than me

Congratulations on defeating the boss, High Priestess Eliza!

[Task completed]

[Gained 1 gold coins; 2 experience points]