Chapter 61: The Rise of Nyxara
Far beneath the surface, in the crimson-lit heart of the Abyss Dominion, Nyxara opened her eyes for the first time. Though she had been born mere minutes earlier, her body was already that of a sixteen-year-old—tall, lithe, crimson-skinned perfection, horns curling elegantly from her forehead, wings of black leather unfurling behind her. Her eyes glowed with inherited malice, lips curving into a smile that promised ruin. Lilitha's final curse-child had arrived fully formed, mind sharp with centuries of demonic knowledge, body ripe with seductive power. She stretched, wings beating once, sending a gust through the throne chamber.
The succubi knelt before her—dozens, their bodies glistening, tails lashing in anticipation. Nyxara's voice was silk over steel.
"The surface awaits. The Breeder thinks his seed is restored. Let us remind him what true dominion looks like."
She launched upward, wings carrying her through twisting tunnels toward the surface. Behind her flew an army of succubi—hundreds strong, eighteen and older, bodies voluptuous and lethal, some already sprouting thick futa cocks from their demonic arousal.
They emerged under moonlight near a quiet coastal village—simple huts of wood and thatch, lanterns flickering in windows, women asleep or tending late-night hearths. Nyxara rose high above the rooftops, wings beating powerfully. Crimson energy pulsed from her body in waves, washing over the village like a tide. Every woman—young and old—froze, eyes glazing, minds bending under her command.
"The Breeder does not belong here," Nyxara's voice echoed in every skull. "Attack the Breeder on sight. Kill him if you can. Serve only darkness."
The command took root. Women rose from beds, eyes blank, hands trembling with new purpose. Nyxara smiled, then turned north toward the next village.
"Change them," she ordered the succubi. "Ravish every woman eighteen and older. Make them cum until they break. Transform them. Then meet me at the next settlement."
She flew on, leaving the succubi to their work.
The succubi descended like a storm. Doors were kicked open, clothes ripped away in frenzy. A young fisherwoman screamed as two succubi pinned her to the floor—one kissing her like an animal, tongue invading her mouth, the other tearing her nightdress to shreds.
"Look at these tits," one hissed, squeezing roughly. "So full... perfect for sucking."
They forced her legs apart. A succubus buried her face between the woman's thighs, tongue lapping her pussy with demonic hunger. "Mmm... taste her fear... lick this cunt until she begs."
The woman struggled, then moaned—pleasure overriding resistance. "No... stop... oh gods... lick me deeper..."
Another succubus straddled her face. "Lick my pussy, mortal. Taste demon nectar. Make me cum on your tongue."
The fisherwoman's tongue darted out, lapping obediently. "So sweet... I can't stop..."
Some succubi grew futa cocks—thick, ridged, throbbing. One thrust into the fisherwoman's pussy while another fucked her mouth.
"So you like dick, do you?" the futa succubus sneered, pounding deep. "Take it all... cum on my cock."
The woman came violently—body convulsing, pussy clenching, squirting around the shaft. As maximum pleasure hit, her skin flushed crimson, horns sprouted, wings unfurled. She rose, eyes glowing, joining the succubi with a wicked smile.
The village fell in minutes—every woman over eighteen transformed, clothes shredded, bodies dripping with cum and nectar, minds corrupted. The new succubi flew north to join Nyxara, leaving the village silent and empty.
Meanwhile, back in Eldoria, Ethan lay on the massive bed in the private chamber, Thundra's enormous body beneath him. The giant empress had delayed her departure, insisting on one last night. Ethan pounded her ass relentlessly—her cheeks clapping with every thrust, her massive hole gripping him like a vice despite its size.
"Fuck my giant ass harder," Thundra growled, voice rumbling through the room. "Stretch me... make me feel every inch."
Ethan gripped her hips—his hands barely spanning her curves—slamming deep. "Take it... feel me own this ass... cum for me again."
Vaeloria watched from the side, legs spread, fingers rubbing her smooth pussy in slow circles. "Look at her take you... pound my mother's ass... show her how you make me cum every night."
Thundra's body shook, massive breasts bouncing. "Deeper... fill my ass... make me roar!"
Ethan thrust brutally, feeling her clench. "Cum on my cock... squeeze me tight."
She came like thunder—ass spasming, roar shaking the walls. "Cumming... gods—yes!"
Ethan erupted—hot ropes flooding her depths, cum leaking out around his shaft.
Thundra sighed, spreading her massive cheeks. "Mmmmmh... I can't have babies anymore, but I love having this cum inside my pussy... it drips out slowly, warm and thick."
Her guards—Elara and Kora—entered, kneeling between her legs. Long tongues lapped the leaking cum, cleaning her ass and pussy thoroughly.
"Splendid," Thundra purred. "I will miss this."
She rose, kissing Ethan passionately—her tongue filling his mouth, tasting herself on him. "Come visit soon, Breeder."
She turned to Vaeloria, giving her a lighter, lingering kiss. "Mmmh... I can taste his cum on your lips. I love you, daughter."
With that, she departed—guards following, massive footsteps fading into the night.
Moments later, Liraya and Valyndra returned from their scouting mission. Their faces were grim.
"Bad news," Liraya said. "The succubi have made their move. Villages along the coast are empty—women transformed, turned against us."
Valyndra nodded. "They were sent to investigate, not fight. We couldn't risk open battle."
Vaeloria's hand tightened on her spear. "I wanted to go... but seven feet isn't discreet."
Ethan pulled them close. "We've missed you both so much."
The four retreated to the bed—clothes falling away, bodies pressing together.
Ethan took Liraya first—thrusting into her pussy while Valyndra sucked her nipples. "Fuck me deep... fill my fire cunt."
He pounded hard. "Cum for me... squeeze my cock."
She came—flames sparking. "Yes... cumming... breed me!"
He pulled out, still hard, turning to Valyndra. She bent over, ass up. "Fuck my elven pussy... then my ass... fill both."
He slammed into her pussy, then switched to her ass—long strokes stretching her. "So tight... take my cum."
She moaned. "Deeper... pound me... yes—cumming!"
He filled her ass.
Vaeloria joined—straddling his face while he fucked Liraya again. "Lick me while you breed her... make us both cum."
The night stretched—positions shifting endlessly: Ethan in Vaeloria missionary while Liraya rode his face; Valyndra riding his cock while Vaeloria scissored with Liraya; all four tangled in a sweaty, moaning pile.
"Fuck my pussy... then my ass... fill every hole!"
"Cum inside... breed us all night!"
They fucked until dawn—only a few hours of sleep snatched between climaxes.
Meanwhile, Nyxara and her growing army of succubi swept northward. Village after village fell—women ravished, transformed, joining the horde. The daughter of darkness built her forces, eyes set on Eldoria.
Trouble was coming.
Pregnancies confirmed this cycle: 0