A terrified scream pierces through the scorching air of São Vicente, Cape Verde.
A young woman—no older than twenty—stands frozen.
Her ebony skin glistens in the sun, her dark hair styled with exquisite care.
Her elegant clothes shimr with delicate fabrics and embedded gemstones, a clear sign of noble status.
The fruit basket she was carrying crashes to the ground as she stares in horror at a corpse.
A creature that barely resembles a human.
Feathered fuchsia wings burst from its shoulders.
A massive hole gapes through its torso, from back to chest.
Black, sticky liquid pools beneath it.
Four more bodies lie nearby—one demonic, the others human won.
But the girl is too far from the village.
No one can hear her.
The bustling marketplace drowns out her cries.
She wants to run.
She wants to scream again.
But her body refuses to move, paralyzed by a vision her mind simply cannot comprehend.
Her terror multiplies a hundredfold when, from the large gash opened on the corpse’s back, a faint, trembling, erald-colored fla erges. It has the shape of a small serpent and floats in midair.
The flaming snake imdiately points at her.
It shoots toward the girl at lightning speed.
It slips into her wide-open mouth.
A faint green glow spreads from her body.
For a few seconds, she convulses and screams in pain.
These screams also go unnoticed, just like before, because of the overwhelming distance and the market noise.
Then, the tremors suddenly stop.
The girl falls forward, on her knees, barely holding herself up with her arms.
Her breath is long, heavy, and strained—like soone who has just endured unimaginable effort.
«That was close... my spirit almost completely dissolved...» Velshekar murmurs, now fully possessing the young girl’s body.
«Raelos, that bastard... he used his magic to paralyze and stop from escaping the body of the dark emissary. But luckily, my endurance outlasted the duration of his spell. I swear... I swear I’ll kill him! Him and that whore of a daughter!»
With weak and trembling legs, Velshekar stands up again.
«This body... humans without Sacred Fla are even weaker and more useless than I thought...» she comnts with irritation, staring at her reflection in the water of a nearby oasis.
Her gaze shifts toward the distant village.
«First of all, I just need to contact one of my most trusted henchn and have him co pick up in this forgotten corner of the world.»
With slow and weary steps, she starts walking toward the center of the village, carefully planning her next moves.
«Good day, Miss Amina.»
The greeting cos from two won in simple clothes.
They bow deeply as they speak.
Velshekar greets them back only to avoid suspicion.
~Amina... sounds like a refined na. And this hair, these elegant clothes... could this be the body of a noble? The daughter or wife of so rich man in the village? If that’s the case, it’ll be much easier to reconnect with civilized society. Looks like luck is finally turning in my favor!~
But when Velshekar, still in Amina’s body, reaches the market—the busiest part of the village—a fat man in his sixties suddenly grabs her by the arm and pulls hard.
«Amina, what took you so long?! You know I can’t be without fruit at the stand! It’s what brings in the most custors!» the man barks.
«Wait... where’s the fruit I told you to pick?! What the hell have you been doing all this ti?!»
Velshekar looks him up and down.
She has no clue who he is. Maybe he’s soone useful. Maybe not.
For now, she plays along.
«S-Sorry... I’m sorry, Dad. I was attacked by so bandits... They stole everything. I barely got away...» Velshekar says, trying to sound as shaken and sorry as she can.
Amina’s soft, sweet voice helps sell the lie.
But the man narrows his eyes.
«Dad? Did you hit your head or sothing? Sounds like those bandits stole your mory too,» he grumbles.
«I’m Kofi, your future husband. Don’t tell you got amnesia a week before our wedding. If you did, your father better give back every damn escudo I paid for you!»
Velshekar smirks—just barely.
~Perfect... a rchant rich enough to buy a pretty girl like ... Wait. Did I really just call myself a pretty girl? How humiliating... Whatever. All I need to do is get him alone and take over his body~
Amina’s expression suddenly softens. She gives him a sweet, teasing smile.
«Of course, my beloved Kofi... You know, I called you ’Dad’ because I’ve got... certain fantasies I’ve been dying to try with you...»
She moves closer, hands resting on his chest, gently stroking him.
Kofi gulps.
«Fantasies where I’m your naughty little girl, and you’re my daddy who has to punish ... Just talking about it makes my body burn... Please, let’s go sowhere private, my dear Kofi...»
Despite her seductive act, Velshekar is dying inside from embarrassnt and sha.
«M-My sweet Amina... I thought... I thought you wanted to wait until the wedding to do this...» Kofi mumbles, embarrassed by her bold behavior—especially in the middle of a crowded market.
But at the sa ti, he’s over the moon.
Up until an hour ago, the girl—sold by her father against her will—always ca up with excuses to avoid any physical contact.
Now, she seems like a completely different person.
And in fact, she is.
Turned on by Amina’s words and her seductive attitude, Kofi breaks down his stall in record ti, throws it over his shoulder like a sack of cent, and marches toward his house.
It’s one of the few in the village that isn’t made of wood.
Velshekar’s eyes light up when she realizes the place is way more luxurious than she expected.
Electricity. A proper roof.
And most importantly—a landline.
She couldn’t have asked for anything better.
Overwheld with excitent, Kofi throws Amina onto the large bed and starts clumsily undressing.
[Perfect... now’s the mont!]
Velshekar opens her mouth wide.
The green fla serpent is ready to co out and take over his body.
But...
...nothing happens.
Her eyes go wide too—but from shock.
~Shit... my spirit is still too weak to jump into another body... It doesn’t matter. I’ll just kill him quietly. My goal is to contact my n. The body doesn’t matter~
Amina silently stretches out her arm toward Kofi.
He’s struggling to pull off his shirt. His fat neck makes it hard, and the cloth gets stuck, covering his eyes.
Velshekar focuses her energy in her palm, ready to unleash a burst of green fla.
But again—nothing.
Only a tiny erald spark appears, then vanishes.
Velshekar’s shock turns into real fear.
~This body... is completely useless! It’s so weak I can’t even control my own energy! I have to wait until my spirit recovers enough to move again. But...~
At that mont, Kofi finally manages to pull off his shirt.
His fat, hairy belly fills Velshekar’s terrified eyes.
~...and now... what the hell do I do? My spirit is weak. My magic is completely useless. And this body’s physical strength is pathetic... Am I seriously... am I seriously about to get fucked by this horny fatass...? No. No way. I’m Velshekar—the feared and respected marquis. And now I’m reduced to the helpless bride of so rich rchant in a goddamn forgotten island in Africa... And it’s all Raelos’s fault! That bastard will suffer more than his pathetic incubus mind can even imagine!~
Amina, lying on the bed, slowly crawls backward, pressing her back against the headboard.
«What’s wrong, my sweet Amina? Why are you pulling away instead of getting undressed and ready to please your future husband...?» Kofi mumbles, caught between confusion and irritation as he starts pulling down his pants.
«Well, it’s just... you were right... the shock from being robbed, and then... yeah, I got beaten too—really badly, actually. And not just that... they did even worse things! My whole body hurts! I changed my mind, maybe we should wait until the wedding...» Velshekar mutters with a trembling voice, pulling her knees up and clutching her hands to her chest.
But Kofi flares up.
«Those damn thugs hurt you?! Don’t tell ... they took the precious virginity you were saving just for ?!»
~Maybe... I just found a way out of this!~
«Oh yes... it was horrible, horrible I tell you!» Amina cries out dramatically, doing her best to sound as desperate as possible.
«They took from the front, from the back, nonstop, one after the other... All ten of them! And at least twice each! It’s a miracle my asshole and my pussy didn’t stretch so much they turned into one big hole! And then... then the cals joined in! Each one had two! And after that, so travelers who happened to pass by...»
But she cuts herself off when she sees Kofi’s puzzled expression.
«All that... in thirty minutes?» Kofi asks, not convinced.
«Well, you of all people should know how beautiful and irresistible I am... No man—or cal—can last more than a few seconds with ...» Velshekar mutters.
Kofi shrugs.
«A rhino could’ve run through your legs and I still wouldn’t change my mind. Now co here, my beloved Amina!»
~This guy’s seriously desperate... What else can I co up with? Think, Velshekar! Think!~
But not even the brilliant mind of a ruthless demon marquis, cri boss of New York, and mber of the Cult of the Primordial Shadow... can stop the willpower of a horny middle-aged man.
~I hate you, Raaaaeelooooos...!!!~
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