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- What if I refuse? – He asked looking around.

- You have no choice, after all it's sex or tomorrow the whole world will find out about Suzaku 's secret identity .

– Even though you won't be free anyway. - Said.

“Whether you like it or not, I will put you on that altar and in the ceremony. - He said with a smile snapping his fingers and several monsters came through the window.

In which there were several creatures long and slender bodied scaly wings like Suzakus scaly and hair and scaly and snarls and claws and several armed men entered through the door and thus positioned, when he was drugged again and carried away carried in the lap of a naked and soft, thus being amidst the subterranean caverns, and he was taken to an altar, on which Jashar trades .

- But our plans for the full blood moon remain the same? – asked Jashar 's voice with its sonorous and throaty voice...

- Yes, in three days the ceremony can take its place in the ritual of the king of all incubi. - Said. –

In which Delphos will be able to give way to life and offer his body to the offspring of Cain and Lilit .

"And it will be used as the greatest of all pleasures and born of the last thousand years..."

He woke up tied naked on top of an altar and with his arms and legs wide open and stretched out, when he didn't need to hear anymore, in which he would be used in a ritual, what he needed now was information how to avoid, or how to circumvent the place, right then nothing would help him out.

In which at best if the legends were true they would all be killed, because the demon was stronger and smarter than them, in which even if a virgin hole was offered nothing would stop their deaths, with his gaze roamed the hall his thoughts they flew as I walked, realizing that in a huge mansion there is always a library and there are answers...

Going through his peripheral vision and seeing the place going down a staircase at the bottom in rock and several doors later, in which he was looking at a dark iron door, in which still closed looking around the creatures still slowly continued watching from afar without getting too close looking and disappearing like dark smoke...

It was a long, narrow corridor of dark velvet and gloomy paintings by Gothic artists and pale countenances, with the penultimate doorway of a wide opening door giving the place an immense stone corridor, in which that place covered from floor to ceiling with inscriptions and around there were countless scrolls looking around him he saw everything he could see and wondered where to start.

There were some hooded followers who appeared with some parchments and some books and thought directly of the tapestry that covered the place, in which his gaze began to roam the place and seeing various inscriptions, dialects and paradigms and so he went until he found what he was looking for, in which they were preparing for hours.

They were so focused that he didn't notice, he didn't see anyone enter, look around him and the less he expected a hand came out of nowhere taking the book from the hands of a follower and placing it on a nearby table, where he was apprehensive and there was what he found succubi.

Even though he walked away, alarmed with apprehension, he looked at it was a beautiful curvy woman of tall stature, her eyes were red incandescent and an incendiary fire ran like flames through her hair, in which there was a small dress that did not hide anything from her hot and burned body as if were on fire looking.

As if she wanted to devour the man, with her almond-shaped eyes and sculptural body hot as hell sculpted in her elongated curved form she looked as if igniting flames, in which around her her long hair fluttering around her full lips and so on. carried a cart with trays and which had his meal and behind his body.

When he saw wings as flaming as his body and a pointed tail that circled his body from side to side and said seductively in his direction closer and closer, in which until the moment a guard fell into an armchair awkwardly looking at his back were being watched by the black gargoyles.

In which they were no more than carved in dark stones, but they walked freely as if they were human, in which they looked around flying over the ceiling and others at the door preventing the exit and so one flew out of the portal and she said pushing back the armchair with a clawed finger to look around.

A few minutes later Otohime Miki waited for her mate to find him before he was transformed into a pleasure dome for an incubus, and her neck ached her body just as much...

few hours had passed and Otohime Miki Delphos looked around him with a grimace, raised his eyes and looked formulating a plan in his naked mind being observed by some guards and followers who from time to time looked over his body.

His thoughts wandered to the question that he didn't want to, but should earn their trust and find out what they're going to do with him later, even if that's if he survives, at which point at that very moment if he had contacted the Warriors, they should already be formulating a plan. so, which was not the case here, he went alone without informing anyone .

So, even so, although he couldn't act alone waiting for rescue without any knowledge of his surroundings, his life and that of his companions were in danger, so he should keep informed of his situation...

He began to evaluate his frame and test the domes and the long, inscribed ceiling, which were somehow magically guarded and attached, then as for the door, he thought, it opened without complication, walking in and some people running their fingers over his body. and sometimes lingering on his cock, at which he looked back.

In which he saw stares of hunger and then followed back down the hallway each of the gargoyles and scaly monsters scattered around the place watched him, but didn't take more than a few steps towards him, in which the demon woman cautiously walked through the hallways looked at her back and saw doors some were locked these.

When he couldn't open it even with a push, in which later she turned her gaze in his direction and he looked back and apparently seeing if anyone was coming to the gloomy and gothic place with little light, in which in addition to torches scattered where snakes crawled around him he walked along the corridor and found a door not locked, but voices were heard, pausing on the threshold he began to listen with increasing happiness.

It was a discussion of principles or rather not done...

Several hours passed and he did not always meet with Lilith , but sometimes she was opened in the ancient inscriptions the compendium of demons, in which it was opened revealing everything little by little by the words of the first demon and he remembered the stories, in which everything it depended on willpower and he shouldn't reject the advances of the demon that would come at him and eat him.

Even though most read that possible death would occur from rejection not everyone who rejected the transformation would live to tell the story, in which he was fed every three hours and they put probes on him to keep him from getting up and running away and he was drugged. to stay docile, even not everyone was adored and was there something he should know to satisfy an encubus?

Gradually everyone could be demons, it was possible to turn a human into a demon and this one was rarer.

Just with fluid exchange and the pleasure of sex, even if the demon liked and wanted him beyond taking his virginity he would come and mark him and make him his mate, in which they were the rarest of those who walked among the world of men. men.

It was with a woman could be the child of a human and a demon and few stories told about someone who survived the rejection of the sexual act and the claim, he could not like it and kill the sacrifice, in which it was a struggle of will an internal battle. and not everyone survived the first year or the few stories told their plan was not to reject the devil in the sexual act that could cause his death.

It was the promised day the blood ceremony of the vampire prophecy an underground altar between bloodletting and the void in a cave covered in blood and an underground stream whose passages flowed into an altar, in which close to an oasis and a small closed forest at the entrance abandoned from a dilapidated Canaanite cemetery, even the gothic-looking cursed one was peeling marble and crumbling ruined mausoleums.

In addition to the fallen, the gargoyles scattered and who were mistaken for monsters and the monsters themselves roamed the dark twisted dead trees of rotting lands and reanimated bodies and with many parts lifeless and mutilated.

The altar of blackened stone alchemical circles and spiky circular bloodlines and symbols scattered everywhere, in which there were dark and twisted trees and whose mist and dark roots a long shadow projected around them, in which they were rooted and smoky. , looking all around a dark and sad song was cantata.

When all the drums were heard in time ceremonial garments were seen, in which they were all black and red whose moon and clouds of blood were drawn and carved all around the cave looking as it rose all around their guttural and spectral voices like ominous spirits in compass.

In which Otohime Miki Delphos looked around her with circular symbols of snakes intertwining painted on arms legs and chest down her abdomen a white and transparent sweater, in which these that covered her body there was no space for imagination her strong and muscular body and a white powder covered his scars.