Recap of Chapter 32
The War of Lustfire reached its boiling point as Losty and his women pushed back the Overlords. Mistress Eros pledged herself fully, gifting Losty her throne and amplifying his flames into Lustfire Ascension. The Prime Overlord faltered under his might—but in a devastating twist, the chains that bound the Prime weren't holding others. They were holding himself. Now unshackled, the Prime reveals his true form: pure hunger, endless and black. His abyss looms, and his voice whispers like death itself: "Will you feed me with your women first, or will you burn while they scream?"
The Fall of the Tower
The Tower of Crimson Desire crumbled. Lustfire and shadows collided, tearing chunks of obsidian into the storm below. The Prime's presence swelled, blotting out the stars above, his form no longer just a body, but a writhing storm of abyssal chains and molten scars.
Losty braced his stance, his flames flickering against the tide. His women clung to him, their faces pale, their breaths ragged.
Clara's eyes shone with terror and devotion. "Losty… he's not like the others. He's not just lust. He's everything."
Eros gripped his arm. "He is hunger given shape. My father was never meant to be free. Those chains weren't weapons—they were prisons."
The Prime's laughter boomed, chains snapping outward, cracking the void. "Yes. And now I am free."
The world trembled. The storm screamed. The abyss opened.
The Abyss Beckons
Chains shot outward like serpents, lashing toward the women. Aurora barely had time to weave radiant threads into shields before one slammed through, knocking her into the rubble. Selene dove, claws slashing, but was caught mid-air and hurled aside. Clara screamed as a tendril of hunger coiled around her leg, dragging her toward the Prime's void.
"Losty!" she shrieked, her nails tearing at the stone.
Losty surged forward, Lustfire blazing, his body crackling with molten aura. He slashed through the chain, catching Clara in his arms. But the Prime's hunger seeped into him through the contact—a gnawing, hollow pain, as if something was devouring his very essence from the inside out.
System Warning!The Abyssal Hunger is attempting to consume Lustfire energy.Integrity falling… 98% → 93% → 87%.
Losty spat blood, dropping to one knee.
Aurora stumbled back to his side, weaving protective threads around him. "Stay with us! Don't let it eat you!"
The Prime's voice purred. "You cannot fight hunger, boy. You can only feed it."
A Dangerous Idea
Losty roared, forcing his flames higher. "I don't feed. I burn."
But even as he stood tall, his body trembled. His Lustfire flickered against the Prime's abyss, a candle before a storm.
Mistress Eros pressed herself to him, her aura flaring crimson. "Listen to me, Losty. His hunger isn't endless—it's cyclical. Hunger feeds. Hunger grows. But hunger can also be sated."
Selene hissed. "You want him to devour us? Are you insane?"
Eros shook her head. "Not devour us. Overwhelm him. Desire is stronger than hunger. If we flood him with everything—our moans, our flames, our bodies—he will choke on us."
Aurora's eyes widened in horror. "You mean… turn ourselves into bait."
Eros smiled wickedly. "Into a feast too rich for him to swallow."
The Ritual of Moans
The System chimed:
Ding!Secret Path Unlocked: Feast of Lustfire.Condition: Overwhelm the Prime Overlord's hunger with infinite desire.Warning: High risk of total collapse.
Losty's chest heaved, his flames dimming. He looked at his women—scarred, trembling, loyal.
"Are you with me?" he asked.
Clara pressed her lips to his hand, moaning softly. "Always."
Aurora smiled through her tears. "Even if it kills me."
Selene licked her lips, feral. "I'd rather moan in battle than die crawling."
Eros cupped his face. "Then let's feed the Father until he drowns in us."
They pressed against him, their bodies glowing with Lustfire resonance. Their moans rose, raw and unrestrained, echoing into the abyss. Each sound pulsed through Losty, into the flames, until his aura burned brighter.
The Prime paused. For the first time… he recoiled.
The Battle of Hunger and Desire
Losty roared, his Lustfire surging. The moans of his women fueled him, each one like a bell tolling against the storm.
The Prime's chains lashed again, wrapping around Losty's body. But this time, instead of weakening, his flames blazed brighter, fueled by the resonance. The chains burned, shrieking as they melted away.
The abyss rippled. The Prime's voice cracked. "No… impossible. You feed me—yet you do not fade?"
Losty smirked, fire dripping from his teeth. "Because you don't understand desire. Hunger takes. Desire gives."
With a roar, he unleashed a torrent of Lustfire, carrying the chorus of his women's screams and moans. The inferno collided with the abyss, clashing like storm against flame.
The Tower shattered. The sky cracked. Reality screamed.
The Turning Point
For a moment, the Prime staggered, his abyss boiling, his chains faltering. The hunger inside him wavered, destabilized by the flood of Lustfire.
But then—he laughed again. Dark. Cruel. Endless.
"You think this is enough? You think moans can drown me? Foolish boy. Hunger is infinite."
The abyss expanded, swallowing the battlefield whole. Losty's women were ripped from his side, dragged toward the storm. Clara screamed his name. Aurora's threads snapped. Selene clawed the void but vanished inside.
Only Eros clung to him, tears streaming down her face. "He's taking them! Losty, he's taking them!"
Losty's flames flared, but for the first time, his hands shook.
The Prime's voice whispered in his ear, cold and mocking.
"Now, boy… will you watch them scream as they vanish into me? Or will you come inside and be devoured with them?"
Cliffhanger
The abyss towered before him, chains snapping, moans and screams echoing from within. His women's voices cried out, begging, pleading.
Losty stood alone, Lustfire blazing, his heart tearing apart.
Should he throw himself into the abyss to save them, risking total annihilation?Or stay outside and burn the Prime's hunger from afar, even if it means losing the women inside forever?