With a slow, deliberate thrust, Mina entered Fown, her newly manifested shaft—massive and pulsing—filling her completely. Fown cried in pleasure, her body arching as Mina moved, each thrust deeper and more intense. The forest echoed with their moans, the wet rhythm of their bodies.
Mina's instincts took over, her thrusts growing wilder, more hard. Fown clung to her, lost in ecstasy, her cries of "Harder!" spurring Mina on. The succubus within her reveled in the power, feeding on Fown's pleasure, her essence. Mina flipped Fown onto her stomach, taking her from behind, her fingers digging into Fown's hips as she drove deeper.
"Yes! Yes!" Fown screamed, her voice raw. "Fuck me, my master!"
Mina grinned, a thrill coursing through her at Fown's words. She pulled Fown up, their lips crashing together in a possessive kiss as she continued to thrust, each movement pushing Fown closer to climax. Fown's body shuddered, her nails raking Mina's skin as her orgasm hit, her juices coating Mina's thighs. She collapsed, trembling, in Mina's arms.
But the moment of bliss shattered. A surge of energy rushed through Mina, and she watched in horror as Fown's body began to wither. White light streamed from Fown into Mina, her life force draining away. Panicked, Mina shoved Fown back, staring as the woman's flesh decayed, leaving only a skeletal husk.
Mina's shaft vanished, her body trembling with shock. "What… what?" she whispered, collapsing to the ground.
Her mind reeled. Was I in a trance? Did I… consume her? The power coursing through her felt intoxicating, but the cost was unbearable. Tears streamed down her face as she wore Gowns clothes in her bag, gathered her belongings and fled, her enhanced speed carrying her down the main road. I'm faster now, she thought bitterly. But was it worth it?
Unbeknownst to Mina, behind her, Fown's flesh began to reform around her bones. A faint breath escaped her lips as her body stirred awake and she blinked.
After days of walking through the dense forest, Mina's heart pounded with fear at the thought of what lurked in the shadows. The rustling leaves and snapping twigs beneath her feet were her only companions on this perilous journey. A sudden sense of foreboding gripped her, and she looked up to see a creature of unimaginable terror.
Before her loomed a colossal centipede, it was massive. With twenty sinewy legs, each as thick as a man's thigh, and a body stretching over 9 feet, it was a grotesque sight. Its eyes glowed a menacing red, and its mouth bristled with razor-sharp fangs capable of piercing steel. Jagged spikes covered its body, each one a needle poised to strike.
Mina stood frozen, her eyes locked on the monster. The centipede crept closer, its mandibles clacking in a menacing rhythm.
"I don't know if I can defeat it," Mina whispered, her trembling voice betraying her fear.
As the centipede lunged, Mina's instincts kicked in. She leapt back with lightning speed, watching in horror as the creature crashed into a nearby tree. The trunk splintered under its weight, and the ground shook as the tree fell with a deafening crash, sending dust and debris billowing into the air.
"Well, that's my cue to run," Mina muttered, darting away from the rampaging beast. The centipede pursued with unbridled ferocity, smashing through trees and underbrush. Her heart raced as she struggled to stay one step ahead, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she dodged and weaved through the forest. The thought of being devoured alive fueled her to run faster.
Just as hope began to fade, Mina spotted a group of figures ahead. Relief surged through her, and she cried out, "Somebody, anybody, please help me!" Her voice echoed through the trees.
But as she drew closer, her relief turned to horror. Her true appearance was still exposed—horns, wings, and tail on full display. Panic seized her.
"Oh no, this is bad. Really, really bad," she muttered. "Come on, horns, wings, tail—disappear, disappear!"
Like magic, her appendages vanished, leaving her looking human. She glanced back, feeling lighter, and cheered softly as her wings were gone. But her moment of triumph was short-lived. Her foot caught on a hidden root, and she stumbled, slamming headfirst into a tree. Pain exploded in her skull, and a warm trickle of blood ran down her face.
The centipede was upon her, its razor-sharp legs slicing through the surrounding trees. To its surprise, its attacks clanged uselessly against her skin, leaving her unharmed. As she lay there, head spinning, a figure emerged from the shadows—a young man with a sword in hand and a determined look in his eyes.
Mina's eyes glowed as she noticed his green attire, and a style that hinted at a cultivator's lineage. For a moment, her vulnerability surfaced, and she clutched his sleeve. "Please help me," she pleaded.
The young man's fair cheeks reddened at her beauty, but he quickly composed himself. "I will protect you," he vowed, his voice steady as he drew his sword. "No need to worry—I'll handle this monster quickly."
Mina watched in awe as his sword swung, striking the centipede. His movements were flashy but his attacks, some landed on the monster. Suddenly, a tingly sensation coursed through her fingers. Thin threads of magic floated from them, shooting toward the centipede and ensnaring it in a paralyzing web. The creature writhed and screamed, trapped.
The young man seized the opportunity, his sword cutting through the creature's tough shell. Blood oozed from the wound, slowing its movements. Mina didn't hesitate. With fierce determination, she unleashed a flurry of thread attacks, slicing the centipede's abdomen. The young man continued his onslaught, their combined efforts wearing the beast down.
As the centipede burrowed underground, Mina's fear spiked. She scanned the ground nervously, trying to anticipate its next move. The young man stepped in front of her, gripping his sword. "I'll keep dodging and hitting it when it surfaces," he muttered.
Mina rolled her eyes. 'I thought you were a cultivator, dipshit,' she thought, her frustration evident. But when he glanced at her, she softened her expression into a teary one.
"Don't worry, I'll keep you safe," he declared, his blue eyes locking onto hers, his peach-colored hair dancing in the wind.
Mina's stoic facade returned. "Better watch out for the monster," she retorted, sarcasm dripping from her words.
The young man closed his eyes, focusing. His senses sharpened, catching the scrape of metal on stone and the rustle of leaves. With a burst of energy, he opened his eyes, and a white light enveloped his sword. He leapt toward a spot on the ground, stabbing with force. The earth shattered, and the centipede erupted, convulsing in agony.
As it lunged again, the man hurled a black vial from his pouch. It exploded on impact, and the liquid seeped into the centipede's wounds, causing it to scream and thrash, destroying trees in its path. The battle was brutal, leaving both Mina and the young man battered. But with one final blow, the centipede let out a pitiful cry and collapsed, lifeless.
The young man grinned, his blue eyes glinting with triumph. Mina rolled her eyes. "It's dead. We're safe now," he said, flashing a captivating smile.
"Well, thanks for the help. I'll be on my way," Mina replied, turning to leave.
"Please wait, miss!" he called, stepping forward