Zaine naturally would not let this observation pass her by. She called over Hoover and pointed to Natasha, asking him. "Why is she the only one who is not pregnant?"
The goatman wore a difficult expression and shook his head. "I don’t really know the-"
Zaine cut him off as she picked the emotions from his mind directly, piecing together the truth. "I see, so Draco saved her for last, didn’t he?"
Hoover’s expression changed greatly, which made Zaine chuckle. As the butler sputtered to explain, Zaine patted one of his horns gently.
"Don’t worry about it. As you will soon co to understand, our Morningstar Clan doesn’t bother with these types of conflict or marital politics. Such a thing only ans that this birdwoman is more to his taste, and we hardly get sisters like that anymore."
Hoover went silent as he digested the information Zaine had revealed to him, realizing that there was a lot left unsaid. She turned to Natasha and walked over to the birdwoman while the others were busy chatting and getting to know each other.
Once she reached the reticent birdwoman who was watching the group absentmindedly, Zaine began to survey her slowly. Natasha then realized that soone was observing her, and her expression changed once she saw it was one of Draco’s four main wives.
She quickly bowed in greeting. "Natasha greets Lady Zaine!"
Zaine simply rubbed Natasha’s chin softly, then caressed her face. The birdwoman remained still, allowing the succubus to do as she liked, her heart beginning to pound for reasons she couldn’t understand.
Zaine humd to herself. She then groped Natasha’s b.r.e.a.s.ts, pushing them up and down while rounding her n.i.p.p.l.es slowly. Natasha cried out softly at the stimulation, her torso trembling from the feeling.
Zaine’s eyes curled into slits as she continued to play with the poor woman. This ti, she sent her hand trailing down Natasha’s body as it cupped her thick butt. While it was only - at best - 1/3rd of Zaine’s in terms of thickness, sensuality, and shape, it was still above many others the succubus had seen.
Why, it was reaching the level of Hikari, who was the closest in quality to Zaine. If the succubus were to be blunt, it slightly surpassed Eva and Roma’s, which was likely the reason Draco had left her as his ’dessert’.
Zaine’s hands didn’t stop enjoying Natasha’s body, making sure to feel every single part of her without holding back. She wanted to assess the birdwoman and see for herself whether she qualified for Draco to treat her this way.
Even though what she was feeling was pretty good, Zaine knew that this wasn’t enough. After all, in terms of looks alone, Natasha was about equal to Keira the Killer Queen.
While that was also a type and height of beauty, it wasn’t really to Draco’s preference. It would be easier to ask Draco, but Zaine liked to make deductions for herself and present them before bothering to ask.
Her verdict? Passable!
Zaine withdrew her hands and rubbed her chin with a curious smile. "What is it about you that made our Draco feel you were worth this effort? If it’s not physical, could it be ntal?"
Zaine connected her mind with Natasha’s in order to feel out her emotions. The birdwoman t the succubus’ eyes, confused by her seemingly random question, but when she heard Draco’s na, her mind wandered.
At this mont, the smiling Zaine suddenly changed expressions. She tried to transform into her full succubus form, but was blown away whole screeching in pain, colliding with a wall loudly before sliding down into a heap.
The whole room went silent as everyone gazed at the bleeding Zaine with shock and fear. What had happened just now? Mistress Zaine had been talking to Natasha one mont and was blown away the next.
Did soone attack her while everyone else was looking away? That couldn’t be possible! After all, Zaine was a Rank 3 powerhouse and all the concubines here were far weaker than her in terms of combat.
Even Natasha herself was pale as a sheet, looking as if she had seen a ghost. However, before anyone could move, Zaine used her Psi-Restoration skill on herself and sighed as she rose to her feet.
Eva and Roma had not changed expression when they watched Zaine get blasted away for they knew firsthand that the succubus could not be hurt that easily. Hikari naturally displayed so worry, but even she did not move as she understood that Sister Zaine was likely experiencing sothing unique.
Zaine walked over to Natasha once more, this ti wearing a solemn expression. She placed her hands on the shoulders of the still pale and confused birdwoman and looked her in the eyes.
With utter seriousness in her voice, Zaine asked: "You... how the f.u.c.k are you still sane? How aren’t you a slobbering ss of l.u.s.t and beastly desire? How...? Just how...?"
Natasha shook her head. "I’m not really sure what you’re talking about...? I feel fine."
Zaine was left speechless. "How can you be fine? You don’t feel anything when you think of Draco?"
Natasha blushed but continued to stare Zaine in the eyes. "I do. At first, I tried to avoid him, but it’s hard not to give in to his charm, but isn’t that true for everyone here?"
Zaine looked confused for a second before her mind clicked. She suddenly made an expression of understanding, and she hurriedly asked. "When exactly did you start feeling like you really wanted Draco?"
It was quite a weird question to ask, but Natasha didn’t want to offend Zaine, so she answered truthfully. "It was when he left the manor to check the core area a few months ago."
Zaine nodded but pressed forward. "What exactly triggered those feelings? Was it sothing he said, or sothing you saw, slled, or felt?"
Natasha looked enlightened. "Well, it occurred when I saw him show his wings. He had the most beautiful black wings I have ever seen, and I felt my blood and body burn like never before at that mont..."
Zaine let go of Natasha’s shoulders as she finally understood why Natasha possessed so much l.u.s.t, yet didn’t seem to feel or recognize it. It was because she wasn’t the one l.u.s.ting over Draco, it was her bloodline!
While Natasha also craved him for the various stimulations he had given her during the Unique Quest, those were her conscious feelings. This burning l.u.s.t that had damaged Zaine - and likely Draco, Zaine guessed - were in her subconscious, which is where the Psychotry of both Zaine and Draco had delved into to sense emotions.
Doing so, they had co face to face with the beast itself, yet Natasha was spared by her subconscious. This was an interesting situation that happened rarely among sapient species, but as a succubus, Zaine had heard of such things before which was how she was able to put two and two together.
She felt it made sense. At the mont Natasha, a asly birdwoman, had seen Draco’s Dark Angel wings, there was no way her bloodline wouldn’t erupt in craving.
After all, birdpeople judged beauty by one’s wings. Whether Natasha was pretty or had a nice butt or not ant little to her own kind, as they prioritized the shape and l.u.s.ter of one’s wings to determine s.e.x.u.a.l attraction.
This was why Natasha, despite being sought after, did not respond in kind. How was she to find interest in these wingless beings? This was also why she had largely remained resistant to Draco’s seduction despite Ophie and Doris falling with relative ease.
However, the mont this young birdwoman had seen Draco’s wings, everything had changed. Her perception of him had no longer been that of a talented but normal human, but the most beautiful angel who had descended before them.
It might seem like there was so relation, but there was none between Dark Angels and birdpeople. Even if we were to be really kind and generous, birdpeople were like apes compared to humans when considering Dark Angels.
The hierarchy gap was so wide that it was usually hopeless. As such, Natasha’s bloodline craved to copulate with Draco and birth an offspring. There was a slight chance her own bloodline would be purified in the exchange of nutrients with the child in the w.o.m.b, but more importantly, her future generations would possess a superior bloodline within their tree and have a brighter future.
This was naturally sothing her bloodline would want, but it was an instinctive thing, not sothing conscious. This was why Natasha did not have to suffer her bloodline burning craze for Dark Angel genetics.
Realizing this, Zaine revealed an ambiguous smile. "Hehe, no use waiting anymore then. Today, this Ancestral Great Grandma is going to be the one granting your wish!"
"Follow !" With that, Zaine grabbed Natasha by the hand and pulled the birdwoman away. She only left a quick ssage for Eva, making the Celestial Beauty nod her head slightly as she presided over the gathering silently.
Roma and Hikari noticed that Zaine was leaving. Hikari seed confused and curious while Roma wore an ambiguous smile no different from Zaine’s when she left.
........
Draco himself was currently in the Rank 4 Guild Hall of Umbra that was located within Vita City-State. Since his won were eting up and getting to know each other, he had decided to leave it to Eva to preside over it as they were her underlings in the clan.
Right now, Draco was wearing what looked like gym clothes as he stood before the 19 core mbers of Umbra. They all looked back at their Guildmaster with a myriad of different expressions, mostly trepidation.
Draco smiled playfully as he looked at them. "Well, well. You fellows have really shaped up in the ti I was away. Just look at the Five Generals, eh? All you fellows now have Legendary classes. And you, Rina, even managed to gain a Divine Class! Astounding!"
The core mbers did not show any happiness from being praised, but rather seed more and more worried by Draco’s strange tone. Draco too did not keep them in suspense, he manifested a single sword which was Dragorugio, and held it to the side casually.
"While I have heard about your exploits, I, your Guildmaster, want to see for myself just how far you’ve co. You all have 10 minutes to use any and all skills you have at your disposal to make take one step away from this spot. Alternatively, if you can reduce my HP by 10%, we shall consider this your win."
Draco raised a hand to stop all incoming complaints and questions. "Don’t worry, I won’t make you try so hard without giving sothing back. The person with the highest contribution will receive a random Divine Item from . Those in the top 10 will receive a top-tier Legendary item custom made by my hands."
Draco smiled gently. "That is, of course, if you do manage to win. If not, you get nothing."
The core mbers had their expressions change many tis as they considered this almost impossible challenge. Especially the Five Generals wore faces of despair.
They had known Draco the longest, and knew that defeating him was but a pipe dream even if they were all in the sa Rank. Even if his current conditions were limited, it was still impossible.
Hell, he had managed to beat them in real life when he had still been sickly, much less now that he was perfected! How could they manage to damage him in a re 10 minutes?
Even those Rank 3 Void Devourers might lose their will to live upon being given the sa task. However, they couldn’t afford to back out as Draco raised a finger.
"The challenge begins now. Start the tir."
With that, a giant tir manifested above Draco’s head. It detailed his current HP percentage which was at 100% and the ti limit which was starting to tick down.
Seeing this, the core mbers could no longer delay. All of them began using their strongest skills and techniques right off the bat, sending a horrifyingly powerful salvo over to Draco, who simply smiled and flourished the Dragorugio sword calmly.
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