A man with a regal attire - like a prince of a wealthy martine country - but with a distinct feeling of warrior despite the cape draped over his shoulders. Long red hair tied into a low hung pony-tail while ten bloody red fox tails danced behind him while fox tails of the same colour appeared from his bloody hair.
Him sat upon a demonic throne with charcoal black bones making everything but the crimson cushions with a similarly styled hall.
But over him was a long, straight, violet haired cutie let out soft gasps as she draped her arms around his shoulders. Her legs draped over the armrests with his own right arm wrapped around her slender waist.
The deep wet sloshing of her insides as well as the frenzied humping clued in anyone what this girl was doing. The lewd sound echoed through the large hall.
The rumbling from her actions also clued one in that far more power was behind those hips than a mortal could handle - not just anyone can shake a realm with a somewhat calm ride compared to her usual routine.
However, behind the shrunken dragon’s skull he wore on his face as a mask he had an obvious look of worry that seemed to carry more than just love one felt for a concubine towards the girl who was burying him deep inside herself. In fact, it held a sense of revance one can only have for their superior.
Through a grunt of pleasure he couldn’t help but ask the girl a question he’d already asked before. Several times in fact.
“Are you sure you wish to do this…” <Bloodleaf>
“Mmm.” <Violet>
“If I know anything about that girl it’s that she never changes her mind so I’d just give up and get milked like a good mule~♥” <Cheshire>
The Oni girl with long horns that began flesh coloured but ended crimson red simply made a grunt and nodded.
She wasn’t particularly tall at 5’2 as she didn’t appear very frightening as she wore an outfit one wouldn’t expect from the leader of the demon realm and it certainly might not help get across this impression considering she had a man balls deep in her ass…
Or maybe what one would expect from the woman who aided in the literal birth of the vampires and devils - two of the strongest demons and her very own children. The male who helped with such being used as a dildo for herself right at that moment.
Black crosses made from two band-aids sticking on the very tip of her breasts to hide her cherry pink nubs.
Crimson sword belt underwear - set of belts strapped to her body - clung and supported those breasts from top to bottom that looked soft and just large enough to fill one's palm nicely. A black iron ring just below her breasts to act as a core to her ‘bra’ that aided in controlling the bouncing of her soft mounds she abruptly used to smother Bloodleaf’s face as she pulled herself closer to him.
The belts curving around her breasts from the ring before seemingly curving back around into a thicker leather strap that ran from the bottom ring, between her breasts and then a black ring that encased her neck with seemingly no way to remove. On it was simply ‘私のチョーカーをスナップします’ written in the same crimson leather.
The ‘bra’ also had another section come off connected to another piece of leather that was just under her shoulder blades.
Another black iron ring rested between her shoulder blades (connected to her collar) and one significantly more stretchy ring between her almost intimidatingly large rear cushions to encircle another ring; impossible to actually make out though and not just because she was sitting down.
Rather it felt like even if she let you look you’d get lost in that massive ass as it seemed Bloodleaf’s penis currently was.
In truth, despite her lack of full Oni children, her rear looked far more ready to please the large statured males of her species. With wide child birthing hips that may make a certain scaleless ‘lizard’ envious of how large they were in contrast to her slender waist.
Her front had another black band-aid that covertly hid her pink folds that were nestled between her plump white lower lips.
It was obvious to her that her partner was about to burst as she felt his girth throb inside.
This was her second favourite part except entry to her always tight holes. She felt it a shame she couldn’t keep his thick liquid love inside her this time however, making her pout and tighten her grip around his neck.
Her ass only pounding harder & harder against the poor man causing his grunts to become a mixture between pain and pleasure at the force passing through his cock, balls & thighs intensified.
Even though he was more than used to this kind of realm shaking power… One could swear the sound of cracking played through the hall.
Suddenly her thrusts stopped as she rested on his head - her muscles tightening on the already sensitive head was the last step as he let out a long groan. Feeling that satisfying heat shot inside her; stretching out her previously flat little tummy; she joined him as she felt her muscles spasm.
For most this was just an osgasm but for the denasigns of the {Demon Realm} this was a natural disaster due to the sheer level of power the muscles in her slender body represented.
The stages of this realm level natural diaster called ‘sex’ was split into three.
The ‘Violent Quakes’ that was a constant rumbling that only got more intense as time went on before abruptly going to stage two. The second stage is the ‘Violent Climax’ which was shorter but often was more intense. Lastly there was the ‘Violent Aftershock’ which was often rare due to her preference for keeping the ‘Violent Climax’ inside herself but she wasn’t a professional.
That’s what it meant to be {True Wrath - Violent}!
Not just anyone can punch a primordial god of war to death after all. But, you won’t find one to ask about that though!
Though, the black cat-kin didn’t seem to mind much as she simply walked up behind the destructive being in front of her. Already between her fingers she held a tied up condom that was bulging with thick white mixture of male and female love but didn’t seem content as she stretched out a second and caught the momentum Violet pulled off to hold it up to her gently gaping anus as proof of their love making came pouring out causing her another shiver. This is what the demons call a ‘Violent Aftershock’.
As previously mentioned, usually she disliked being ‘wasteful’ but this was the deal they agreed to. Two batches of rare ‘alchemic ingredients’ in return for a favour that went against the world itself.
As such, she didn’t react to the girl who placed the condom to her sensitive asshole but rather looked curiously at the girl's appearance. Eyes wandering all over her which would make one feel awkward due to the intense and ‘rude’ stare but as the cat was already well are of Violet’s unique chara
As mentioned, this ‘Cheshire’ was a cat of some type with messy black hair that went beyond merely ‘bed head’.
Her vantablack hair was tangled and split ends were common but she didn’t care.
In fact, it was hard to find an area of her body which didn’t have a scar on it so hair was the least of her womanly worries.
Her left ear had a full bite out of itself while a bloodied gause was wrapped around her face to cover her eyes. The centre on the bridge of her nose it would be dyed to have an simply designed eye with three black triangles surrounding the oval shaped eye from above and below - pointing away from the eye.
Nonetheless on her dry, crackling lips was a constant grin that she was synonymous with.
A cheek to cheek grin that could instil fear in a dragon - the Cheshire grin.
It didn’t take long for Violet to ‘empty herself’ into the plastic as with expert grace Cheshire concluded the shadiest but weirdest deal in the history of {The Three Realms} as she tied up the condom. Looking on as Violet lowered herself to rest her face on Bloodleaf’s shoulder as she continued to study Cheshire without much blinking.
The other two didn’t seem to mind though as they continued to speak to her, Bloodleaf moving his left hand to gently rub Violet’s hair.
“I know I can at least trust the bitch-” <Bloodleaf>
“Actually I’m considered a ‘Molly’ or since I’ve given birth perhaps a ‘Dam’?” <Cheshire>
“But humans and those surrounding them are just unreliable, Violet…” <Bloodleaf>
Bloodleaf ignored Cheshire with similar experience but Violet obviously didn’t like hearing he didn’t agree with her plan as she began to grind her teeth. Her usual way of peacefully showing displeasure but many just found confusing if they weren’t experienced as this pair.
Bloodleaf merely sighed dotingly.
“At the end I’m your sword - I won’t disagree if you really want to go through with this. While you have your fun in the {Mortal Realm} as a normal Oni once more I’ll acquiesce - just be careful about the trickiness of the Mortal Races. They know no respect for others…” <Bloodleaf>
Cheshire just chuckled as she threw the two outrageously ‘about to pop’ condoms up into the air only for them to vanish into a crack in space that suddenly appeared then vanished.
“Well then, shall we get to it? This is sure to annoy Jeeves with major digestive pains~♥” <Cheshire>
Violent heard this and gave a little grunt while lowering her head in worry only for the other two to have… Quite the opposite reaction - seemingly curing all Bloodleaf’s doubts in this plan.
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Somewhere on the ‘eastern side’ of the world in the {Land Abandoned by The True God} was a large village hidden deep in the dark woods often referred to as the {Forest of Mortality}.
It was a strange term for a place located near the {Central Continent} which are where powerful cultivators all coalesce - a place where powerful cultivators aren’t exactly common but not impossible to see in a few Mortal Generations (about 70-100 years). This was due to the high Qi of Heaven & Earth as expected. Otherwise it wasn’t all that special
Of course, truly powerful cultivators were rare regardless.
It was a common act on a continent this close to the ‘centre’ to measure time in terms of ‘Mortal Generation’ which is the length of one mortal's life at 100 years. A bit morbid for some but for cultivators of immortality that hardly mattered - what were the mortals going to do, fight back?
In these lands, cultivators were beyond mortal comprehension and were terrifying even at the early level.
No matter which race one was, their cultivation level was measured as their ‘existence rank’ and split into 9 tiers of ‘existence’. This ranking refers to their ability to manipulate ‘Qi’ and the phenomnom around it.
Afterall, it was to cultivate some form of qi whether to refine your body or dantain/core or face the alternative of being weak thus below those who can.
But, this forest was different from the continent and the village was different.
The forest itself had thin amounts of qi due to the huge, thick, crimson tree that absorbed the qi into their leaves and passed it between themselves in a net underground. This led in turn to the herbivores absorbing a lot from the plants to cultivate quickly with large amounts of qi stores to counter the lack of qi in the surroundings while being able to defend themselves. In return, the predators grew strong bodies resistant to all regular forms of qi to counter the herbivores they ate…
This all came back to create an area with minimal qi in the air for cultivators (who required qi to extend their lives as well as defend) to recharge while losing battle of attrition easily to the least dangerous but very vigilant herbivores. This makes even them even harder to kill than normal Magic-Beasts (who already have natural advantages over ‘Mortal Races’). Then, you have the predators who have to hunt those beasts and have already grown very good at it as well!
This makes it basically inhabitable to just about every other race due to simply not being able to contend…
But in this forest was a village of people who were different from all others.
A race who couldn’t cultivate Qi in any form - unable to really ‘sense’ it in any fashion with no qi meridians which makes them unable to be poisoned by them but also unable to use any techniques. Though they can use some pills they find them not very useful as in return they’ve mastered something else.
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