Chapter 49: The Miasma of Lust Activates!?
Luka suddenly froze, his mind clearing.
He lowered his gaze from his hands to the woman panting on the floor. Luvia rolled onto her back, gasping for air with a thin trail of saliva trickling from the corner of her mouth, as she glanced up at him with a strangely enticing look.
That look only lasted for a mont as her eyes suddenly widened.
"Y-You... that mark?!"
"Huh?" Luka tilted his head before following her gaze.
There was a strange tattoo just above his pelvis, the image throbbed and glowed with a dark magenta light as if alive. The image drawn was a heart wrapped in thorns, with a sharp pair of bat wings, in a tribalistic style.
’W-What the hell is this?!’
He’d never seen this mark before today.
Luka traced along the edge with his fingertips when it suddenly crackled.
Bzzzt!
A sudden jolt of pure Miasma leaked from the tattoo burning his fingertips.
"Don’t!" Luvia’s voice suddenly echoed as she gathered herself, but failed to stand and stumbled.
Luka’s mind montarily blanked until he saw the naked dark elf falling towards him. He quickly caught her in his arms but slipped to the ground due to the loose mud.
"Ngh!"
"Ah..."
He could sll the thick musk of Luvia’s body, her sweat, the slightly sour remnants of her climax, and a faintly floral scent that most elven won he’d t carried. His hands settled under her armpits, letting her rest against his thigh, enjoying the softness of her breasts against his chest while she squished his manhood between her buttocks.
So close, he only needed to speak with a gentle tone. "Are you alright, Luvia?"
"It’s n-nothing, my legs are just a little weak right now."
[You have Absorbed Luvia’s Lust]
[Desire:
10]
Luka chose to ignore the fact that she was getting hornier, even in their current state.
He wrapped one arm around her back, while the other pressed into the mud beside him, keeping them balanced. Although he expected her to rage or push him away, Luvia remained seated in place and gently trailed her finger close to the marking.
"You ntioned sothing about this mark. Do you know what it is?"
She suddenly lifted her gaze from his stomach and t his.
Her piercing golden eyes gave the impression she could peer into his very soul.
"You’re not human... are you?"
Luka struggled to control his expression, his heart pounding faster at her question, as countless situations rushed through his mind.
’W-What, how did she find out!?"
He continued staring into her eyes for a mont before quickly breaking away, before she saw through his facade and secrets.
"W-What are you talking about? You know I am human. I’m the Lord of Babylon...!"
Luvia’s eyes lowered, still shifting to peek at him from the corners ever so often before finally nodding and then lowering her shoulders and relaxing her tense muscles.
"I see, if you’re one of them... then we’re not so different."
"One of them?"
Though he should understand, Luka could not grasp her aning.
She smiled, the strange sense of sharpness and rejection almost completely llowed out as her fingertips circled his chest, "You’re not human but a Forsaken... soone like ."
"Ah!?" Luka gasped the instant he realised.
’No wonder!’
Luka rembered the dawn of all races, even the unfortunate ones.
Those who walk in a land of corruption, despite remaining trapped in a purgatory of neither pure nor putrid.
The Dark Elves.
A once honoured mber of the dignified High Elves, but during a catastrophic battle against the orcs, they lost dozens of their most prized generals taken by the orcs, and suffered a tornt and torture no elf could endure.
That battle in the northern lands just beyond Babylon’s protective borders beca a stain upon the high elves, an unsightly loss even now they refuse to accept.
Thus, they abandoned the captured elves.
Which led to the birth of the mutated high-elf race, the dark elves, said to be shunned by the forests, but in reality, who knew the truth?
"It’s strange, it didn’t appear until just now." Luka tried to skip over the subject, knowing he wasn’t a Forsaken and she’d misunderstood him.
That’s when her fingers stopped, just above his pelvis.
"You’ve overused your Miasma..."
"Huh?" He didn’t understand her aning, because he thought Miasma was unlimited, sothing driven by emotion and with Oblivion, how could he run out?!
However, she had no reason to lie to him.
So he lowered his guard slightly and asked. "What do you an?"
Her eyes trembled, pupils slowly dilating, as she spoke in a slightly shaky voice and avoided his gaze. "I-Is this the first ti for you?!"
"Y-Yeah... what does it an?"
"How horrible was your upbringing, no... since you lived amongst humans who could have taught you about these things."
She then closed her eyes and placed both hands on her pelvis, wrapping her silver pubic hairs around her thumb and finger before clenching her muscles. Her abdon tightened into a clear set of six well-defined abs, then, a few seconds later, a softer tattoo ford, this ti with a green outline.
The image was similar to his, but with a softer finish.
A rounded heart with softer wings and a long, black spade-tipped tail curling around the heart instead of horns.
"Do you see?" She tapped her abdon, and a puff of green Miasma erged from the tattoo, much weaker than Luka’s had been.
"Y-Yeah." He analysed her stomach, trying to avoid the glistening threads just past her fingertips and struggling with the heat smothering his manhood.
"Ngh... what the hell!?"
Suddenly, a painful ache exploded in his loins, as if it caught fire, his pelvis tattoo glowed a deeper magenta while throbbing with a pain akin to dragging a knife through his flesh.
Luvia’s fingertips paused as she watched his stomach, her shoulders trembling before she quickly slapped herself on the cheeks. "He saved
earlier, I have to do it!"
Luka crumbled to the ground as the cold mud soothed the intense heat that spread through every cell in his body like a disease. Despite trying to move his arms, they just flopped around as if filled with liquid steel.
"D-Don’t think we’re even because of this, you damn idiot..."
His eyes lifted to see Luvia standing above him, her alluring figure kneeling over his waist, with a single, cooling hand placed on his abdon.
The mont she touched him, everything changed.
No more raging heat that swallowed his thoughts and ravaged his body, while the dryness in his throat slowly waned.
"Luvia... what’s going on?"
"I told you! You’ve overused your Miasma, and... you need to replenish the thing you lost."
Her golden eyes watched his face, then lowered, her hand stroking along his muscles, and she sighed.
"You can use ; this ti, I will allow it."
"Don’t you hate ?" He joked despite knowing the insinuation in her words.
That’s when her face lifted, and he felt no disgust or hatred in her golden eyes for the very first ti as she shook her head slowly.
"Let’s be serious, would I really follow you like this if I did?! Even if I don’t like the idea, we really have no choice. If you don’t quench the hunger... then you’ll transform into a beast and rape
anyway!"
She paused for a mont before taking a deep breath.
"At least doing it this way, I can... save myself..." Her voice trailed off, becoming a minute whisper.
Luka’s heart pounded, the hunger lingering in the depths of his organs, seeking a mont of weakness to take control once again. He knew she wasn’t lying, but he felt little guilt and made a choice.
He would accept every change, without caring.
His heart strengthened, he hopped to his feet and steadied himself, knocking Luvia on her bottom as she slipped from his thigh.
’Thank you, Luvia.’
Then he placed the sole of his foot on her chest, softly squishing her plump breasts, forcing her onto the mud with a thud. Her eyes shone the mont she sank, watching him every second of the way down.
[You have absorbed overflowing Luvia’s Lust]
[Desire:
15]
’I knew it.’
From the way her breath beca faster when she saw his marking and the subtle movent of her hips rubbing against his manhood.
Luvia was a pervert.
His lips slowly curled into a smirk.
After all, Dark Elves were nothing like normal won.
Or maybe, Luvia was just special.
He lacked the leeway to care, as a bright pink mist leaked from his lips, nose, and body, wrapping around him like the thorns on his pelvis.
His Miasma stopped attacking him and beca calm, like an obedient dog, the mont he accepted his desire for her.
Thus, he understood.
He was no longer a human, but a monster in human shape.
A fallen.
So as the dark elf stared up at him while blushing, he narrowed his eyes further into a crescent shape and barked an order.
An order she would love.
"Lie back and spread your legs so I can enjoy that lewd body of yours."
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