Chapter 25 Devil (NSFW) Vol 2
Little by little, Iryoku's consciousness returned. He opened his eyes, his body battered and broken. A cough rattled his chest, and the pain reminded him of his dire situation. As his surroundings ca into focus, panic set in. He quickly looked around, lying still on the ground, searching for the beast.
Then he saw it—the wolf lying motionless beside him.
"Ahhhhh!" Iryoku yelled in alarm but cald quickly when he realized the creature was dead. Its lifeless body lay with a massive gash where its heart should have been.
Who killed it?
Still gasping for breath, Iryoku looked around, his senses reeling. He wasn’t in the sa place anymore. Instead, he found himself in a massive cavern, its expanse illuminated by the soft glow of small, luminescent stones embedded in the ceiling like stars in a twilight sky.
Not far from him, a serene lake shimred in the faint light, its surface rippling gently. A waterfall cascaded from a hidden source high above, its soothing sound filling the cavern with a sense of tranquility. Surrounding the lake, a cluster of trees with dark, twisted trunks and delicate leaves.
Struggling, Iryoku stood on shaky legs, his body aching in protest. Sothing fell from his back—it looked like a rag with leaves. Soone must have brought here and tried to tend to my wounds, he thought.
A noise behind him snapped him out of his thoughts. Whirling around as best he could, he froze, his gaze locking onto a pair of glowing silver slit eyes peering out from the shadows behind the trees. The figure shifted from side to side, its movents deliberate, like a predator sizing up its prey.
Iryoku’s body trembled—he had no stamina left and was riddled with wounds. As the figure stepped into the dim light, his breath caught.
A towering humanoid figure erged, covered in mud and wearing filthy rags. Long, tangled hair draped down to its legs, and its hands and feet were clawed and covered in black scales. Two sharp horns jutted from its head, adding to its imposing presence.
The first word that ca to Iryoku’s mind was demon. His eyes widened in disbelief.
The creature dropped to all fours and let out a low growl, the sound rough but distinctly feminine. A woman? He hesitated, his mind racing to make sense of the situation. Maybe she’s just a demi-human, he thought.
“Uh… hello?” he called out, raising his hand in what he hoped was a non-threatening gesture.
The creature recoiled slightly, moving back like a wary, feral beast. But then she crept closer, sniffing the air around him with a keen animal-like curiosity.
Iryoku didn’t move, unsure of what to do. Every instinct told him this woman could end his life with ease.
Then, he rembered sothing—the dried at he had stashed for food. Moving slowly so as not to startle her, he searched his pocket. His fingers found it. Thank goodness, he thought.
“This... this is Yumi’s favorite,” he said, pulling out the small piece of dried at. He extended it toward the creature cautiously, trying to keep his tone soft.
The woman’s nose twitched, and she leaned closer, sniffing the offering. Then, with startling speed, she snatched the at from his hand and retreated a few steps, chewing eagerly.
Her eyes lit up with surprise as she tasted the food. For the first ti, her expression softened. She seed... happy.
Standing upright, she approached him again, her posture more relaxed. Her tall fra cast a shadow over him, and Iryoku’s heart pounded in his chest, unsure if this was progress—or his last mont. As the woman walked, her large horns gradually shrank, becoming little more than two small bumps on her head. Her claws retracted as well, their sharp edges softening until her hands looked almost entirely human.
The woman leaned in closer, bending slightly at the waist as she sniffed him, clearly searching for more food. Swallowing hard, Iryoku cautiously pulled out another piece of dried at. “This is the last one. Please don’t hurt ,” he said nervously, holding the morsel near her face, his eyes catching the glint of her shimring silver eyes.
This ti, she opened her mouth and took the piece directly from his hand. She chewed with visible enthusiasm, her sharp teeth glinting briefly in the dim light, before turning her attention to the lifeless wolf nearby.
With shocking ease, she grabbed one of the beast’s arms and tore it clean off.
Iryoku’s jaw dropped in disbelief, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing. The woman turned back toward him, walking with an air of casual confidence, and extended the severed arm in his direction as though presenting it as a gift.
“Uh... thanks,” he said instinctively, too stunned to do anything else.
She seed friendly, he thought, cautiously relaxing a little. The woman returned to the wolf’s corpse and tore into its raw flesh, biting down and chewing with primal hunger.
Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Iryoku quickly scanned their surroundings, spotting so dead branches from trees nearby. “I have an idea,” he said, his voice uncertain.
The woman, still chewing, looked at him with a curious expression, her cheeks stuffed like a squirrel’s.
It didn’t take long for a small bonfire to appear, the flas crackling warmly in the cavern. The woman squatted beside Iryoku, watching the fire with intense curiosity. She reached out and touched the flas, her hand lingering in the heat.
“Don’t! You’re gonna get burned!” Iryoku exclaid, pulling her hand back. But to his surprise, the fire seed to completely harmless to her.
With her help, Iryoku managed to skin and prepare the werewolf at. Using makeshift skewers, they cooked the at over the fire. The delicious aroma filled the cavern, making the woman’s silver slit eyes widen in excitent. Her mouth watered as she leaned closer to the fire.
When the at was ready, they both ate.
“Ahh, that’s good,” Iryoku said, feeling strength return to his body as his stomach filled.
The woman, however, devoured the entire werewolf with shocking speed, leaving only the bare skeleton behind. She sat back with a happy, satisfied expression, her face glowing with contentnt.
Suddenly, she leaned toward Iryoku, rubbing her cheek against his face like a cat showing affection, leaving a sar of mud on his skin. Before he could react, she stood up and walked toward the lake at the far side of the cavern.
To his astonishnt, she began removing her muddy rags, and his eyes nearly popped out of his skull.
Her glossy, pale white skin shimred under the dim light, but it was her impressive curves that left him speechless. She had a gigantic chest with Pink small nipples, a toned narrow waist, wide, shapely hips, powerful thick thighs, and a round, perfectly sculpted bubble butt.
Iryoku’s face turned red as he found himself staring at the woman’s alluring figure. Damn, I’ve never seen anyone with bigger jugs than Yumi, he thought.
The woman stepped into the water and dove in gracefully, her long, jet-black hair floating behind her. When she erged, the mud and gri were gone, revealing a new, breathtaking form.
She looked entirely different now—like a divine being. Her face was stunning, with sharp yet delicate features, full lips, silver eyes that seed to glow, and her silky jet black hair cascading past her waist. Her skin glistened like polished porcelain.
A goddess, Iryoku thought, dumbfounded by her powerful beauty.
His body betrayed him, and he felt a noticeable reaction stirring below his waist. He tried to compose himself, shifting uncomfortably, but the woman’s silver eyes locked onto him. She let out a soft, feminine growl—a sound both alluring and primal—that sent a shiver down his spine.
She gestured toward him with her eyes, as though inviting him to join her in the lake.
Iryoku didn’t think twice. Forgetting about his pain, he quickly stripped off his clothes and stepped into the water, moving toward her as though in a trance.
He stepped forward, completely naked, his body sore but standing tall. The woman was splashing in the water, playing like a carefree child. She turned to look at him as he approached.
With his hands confidently resting on his hips, Iryoku smirked and asked, “Do you like what you see?”
To emphasize his question, he made his cock move up and down as he rocked his pelvis and flexed his abs, showcasing his manliness.
The woman stared at his cock, tilting her head with a curious, questioning expression, then looked back up at his face. Without a word, she returned to playing in the water, seemingly unfazed.
“Damn it,” Iryoku muttered under his breath, his confidence deflating as he dropped to his knees. “This isn’t the reaction I expected. If it were Yumi, Reika, or Alessandra, they’d be red-faced and freaking out by now!”
Grumbling to himself, he waded deeper into the lake, the lukewarm water soothing his battered body. “Ahh, this is great,” he sighed, sitting into the water until it reached his chest. The warmth seeped into his muscles, easing his pain and exhaustion.
As he relaxed, the woman suddenly erged from the water, her tall figure lood over him. Iryoku looked up, and his jaw dropped. Standing right in front of him, her beautiful pussy was re inches from his face.
A small slit appeared before him, perfectly frad by her toned thighs and wide hips. His mouth opened instinctively, and he licked his lips, savoring the thought of the delicious sight in front of him. His heart raced as his imagination ran wild.
Oblivious to his reaction, the woman stepped out of the lake and walked toward her discarded rags.
Iryoku snapped out of his trance, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. “What the hell am I doing?” he muttered, feeling both flustered and frustrated.
He followed her out of the water, deciding to focus on sothing productive. Gathering his clothes and armor, he began washing them in the lake.
“Well, this thing is unwearable,” he muttered, examining his leather armor, which was tattered with cuts and scorched patches. His clothes weren’t much better.
“At least I still have sothing to wear,” he sighed.
The woman stood nearby, watching him curiously as he worked. As he cleaned his clothes and her's, he couldn’t help but steal a few glances at her naked body. Her giant tits, narrow waist, and perfect curves made it impossible for him not to stare.
Once he finished, he set both their clothes and armor near the bonfire to dry. The woman crouched by the fire, her silver eyes locked on the flickering flas. She seed fascinated by the warmth and the dancing light, occasionally glancing at Iryoku with quiet curiosity.
To Iryoku’s surprise, the ragged garnts the woman had been wearing transford into a stunning silver cloak after being washed. The fabric Sparkled faintly , taking on an ethereal beauty that seed to match her perfectly.
When she put it on, the cloak only amplified her allure. “Damn,” Iryoku muttered, unable to look away. The garnt stopped just above her pussy, leaving her flower and ass in full view whenever she moved. His throat tightened, and he swallowed hard, making a faint “Mmh” sound without realizing it.
The woman turned toward him, letting out soft, feminine growls, as though trying to get his attention. She began walking toward the waterfall on the other side of the lake, glancing back to make sure he followed.
"What? You want to co with you?" he asked, shrugging. "Alright, alright. I'm coming." He chuckled, unable to help himself, even though he knew the woman wouldn't get it.
They walked along the edge of the lake, her light footsteps splashing softly on the wet stone. She seed happy, almost playful, occasionally glancing at him as if to make sure he was watching. Iryoku couldn’t help but steal glances at her body, his gaze lingering on her every curve.
When they reached the waterfall, she stepped behind the cascading water into a hidden space. Iryoku hesitated briefly, then followed her in.
He stopped in his tracks as his eyes adjusted to the dim, small cave room. The space was simple but surprisingly organized, with rustic furniture and a handmade bed. However, what caught his attention the most was the human-sized, shiny skeleton lying on the bed, its bony hand resting on its chest. It wore a cloak identical to the one the woman was now wearing.
The woman approached the bed carefully, as if trying not to disturb the remains. She climbed onto the bed and lay down beside the skeleton, rubbing her face gently against its ribcage. The sight pulled at Iryoku’s heartstrings.
“Was that her parent?” he wondered aloud, his voice soft. The thought hit him harder than he expected, and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for her.
His gaze shifted to the walls of the cave, where crude drawings adorned the surface. The images appeared to be made by a child’s hand and showed a small figure holding hands with a taller one. He stared at them for a mont, piecing together what little he could from the simple lines.
Looking back at the woman, he saw her lying still beside the skeleton, her silver eyes closed as though she had already fallen asleep.
“Just how long have you been here all alone?” Iryoku asked softly, though he didn’t expect an answer.
The room was quiet, except for the faint sound of the waterfall in the distance. Iryoku sighed, sitting down on a nearby rock, unsure of how to feel about the mysterious woman’s life and her tragic solitude.
His thoughts rumbled slightly as his mind drifted to the whereabouts of the girls, their faces flickering in his mory. I hope they’re okay… Rhogan, buddy… I’m sorry.
The weight of his failures pressed heavily on him. Covering his eyes with his hands, he sat there in silent lant, lost in regret.
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