Renn dropped his dagger onto the altar with a sharp thud, the metal ringing with a high-pitched echo that bounced off the stone walls. He rubbed his face with a rough hand, exhaustion tugging at his eyelids like an invisible weight. "Another crazy day," he growled, his raspy voice cutting through the air as he trudged toward the cabin, his tattered cloak brushing the dusty ground. His boots thumped down the narrow hallway, a heavy drumbeat accompanying the distant hum of the amber crystal, and he collapsed onto the bed, the mattress creaking under his weight with a dry groan. "I'm resting before this blows up."
Lilith followed, her light steps barely a whisper against the floor, and shut the door with a firm click that silenced the roar of the wind outside. The amber lamplight flickered, bathing her figure in a warm glow: black hair streaked with silver strands falling like threads of moonlight, red eyes glinting with golden flecks, and black wings edged in gold brushing the wooden frame with a faint murmur. She sat beside him, the mattress dipping slightly under her light weight, and the air filled with the subtle scent of dark jasmine wafting from her skin. "You're exhausted, my lord," she said, her voice trembling with a vulnerable edge as her fingers toyed with the hem of her robe, golden threads glinting in the light.
He raised an eyebrow, sitting up straighter, the mattress protesting with a faint creak. "What's wrong, Lilith? If it's another wild idea, I swear…" His tone was sarcastic, a stifled laugh rumbling in his throat, but his eyes locked onto hers, caught by the fire blazing in her gaze.
She took a deep breath, the air hissing between her lips, and clutched her robe with nervous fingers, wrinkling the soft fabric. "It's not just sleep this time," she whispered, her voice low and heavy with a longing that thickened the air. "I want you to make me yours… to take my virginity, now." Her wings lifted slightly, black feathers flashing with a golden sheen that sliced through the dimness like silent lightning.
Renn blinked, shock widening his eyes. "What? Lilith, we…" He swallowed hard, the sound audible in the silence, though a warm glint betrayed his pupils. "Where's this coming from?" His hand froze halfway to scratching his neck, hovering in the air.
She leaned toward him, her hand sliding to his chest, warm fingers pressing against his worn shirt. "Nyra says she'll offer herself if I don't," she murmured, tightening her grip until he felt the heat seep through the fabric. "I've wanted you since you summoned me, since you gave me purpose. Do it, please." Her breath brushed his face, a trembling sigh that smelled of devotion.
He laughed nervously, running a hand through his dark, disheveled hair, damp strands sticking to his fingers. "Hell, Lilith, are you sure?" His hands found her waist, fumbling as they grazed her fitted robe, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric. "You're a succubus. I could screw this up and end up fried."
She laughed, a light sound that filled the air like a crystalline echo, and kissed him, her warm, firm lips pressing against his with a gentle urgency. "I'm sure, my lord," she whispered against his mouth, guiding him back with a delicate push, the mattress yielding beneath them with a sigh of old wood. "It's my offering."
A voice rang in Renn's mind, clear and sharp as an invisible blade:
[System: The Holy Order System detects a transcendental milestone. Your first troop, Lilith, offers her pure essence, an act that transcends her infernal nature and sacred devotion. Accepting her offering will forge an eternal pact, elevating her rank and strengthening your dominion. Reward: 'Banner of Faith' (allows summoning a sacred banner that increases troop energy regeneration by 50% within a 100-meter radius) and Lilith's ascension to 'Seraph Succubus' with the ability 'Light of Expurgation' (an area-of-effect magical attack that purifies corruption and deals massive damage to unholy enemies, recharges every 24 hours). Decision required: accept or reject.]
Renn froze, his hands still on Lilith's waist. "Did you hear that?" he muttered, his voice wavering between surprise and awe.
Lilith tilted her head, her wings humming faintly. "What, my lord? I only hear the wind… and your heart." Her fingers traced soft circles on his chest, her red eyes gleaming with curiosity.
"The damn System," Renn growled, sitting up again, the mattress creaking beneath him. "It says if I accept, you become a 'Seraph Succubus.' Gives me a banner and you a strong ability." He scratched the back of his neck, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. "What's next, a halo?"
Lilith smiled, a seductive glint on her lips. "A Seraph Succubus? The System elevates me for you?" She leaned closer, her wings brushing the sheets with a whisper. "Accept, my lord. Make me yours and let faith transform us."
Renn looked at her, doubt still gnawing at him. "This is big, Lilith. You're my first troop. If I do this, there's no going back." His hands tightened on her robe, reluctant to let go.
She cupped his face in her hands, her warm fingers against his skin. "You summoned me when everyone saw you as a joke. You gave me an altar. You're my light." She kissed him again, deep, her warm breath grazing his mouth, her wings rising above them, casting soft shadows.
Renn groaned against her lips, pulling her closer, his hands sliding down her back. "Damn it, Lilith. If the System says yes and you do too…" He mentally accepted, and a golden flash filled the air, followed by a warmth that surged through his body.
[System: Eternal pact forged. 'Banner of Faith' granted: summon a sacred banner that regenerates troop energy by 50% within a 100-meter radius. Lilith ascends to 'Seraph Succubus.' Ability unlocked: 'Light of Expurgation' (area-of-effect magical attack that purifies corruption and deals massive damage to unholy enemies, recharges every 24 hours). The Sanctuary of Faith is consecrated as 'Bastion of the First Flame.' New mission available: 'Expansion of Faith.']
Lilith trembled, a golden glow enveloping her. Her wings lengthened, black feathers turning translucent with white veins. Her silver hair shimmered, and her red eyes flared with white light. Her robe transformed, golden threads weaving flame patterns, her skin marked with white runes that pulsed. The amber crystal hummed louder, resonating through the walls.
She laughed, a sound of joy and reverence, and raised a hand, a sphere of white light dancing in her palm before fading. "Do you feel it, my lord? I'm your Seraph now," she whispered, untying her robe with swift fingers. The fabric fell to the floor, revealing her pale skin glowing under the amber light.
Renn smirked crookedly, his hands sliding along her sides, feeling her warmth. "Yeah, I feel it. Let Nyra bring a miracle if she wants to compete." He kissed her hard, pulling her against his chest, the mattress groaning. His hands traced the white runes on her back, and she sighed, her wings spreading above them.
"My lord," Lilith gasped, her hands sliding down his chest to fumble with his pants, trembling fingers undoing them. The fabric fell, and she rose above him, her naked body glowing, white runes flashing. "Take me… consecrate me."
Renn growled, flipping her quickly and pressing her into the mattress. The sheets crumpled, and her wings arched, brushing the walls with a faint hum. He laced his fingers with hers, his breath ragged. But before sinking into her, his lips sought her skin, tracing a slow path from her neck. He kissed the curve of her shoulders, where the white runes pulsed like soft embers, and moved lower, pausing at her nipples: two pink pearls hardened under his breath, gleaming like dawn drops on dark petals. He brushed them with his tongue, a moan escaping Lilith as her wings quivered, and sucked gently, tasting the heat of her succubus flesh, a forbidden nectar that set his blood ablaze.
His hands explored lower, sliding over the softness of her belly to her thighs. He parted them carefully, and there, between shadows and amber light, he found her folds: wet petals like a lily after rain, dewdrops sliding down her vaginal lips, warm and slick under his fingers. Renn caressed them, tracing their outline with a hungry reverence, and she arched, a broken sigh spilling from her throat. "My lord…" she gasped, her nails digging into his hands as he played with that sacred wetness, feeling the pulse of her desire, an infernal pleasure that enveloped him like a living current. Each touch was a whispered verse on her skin, each tremor from Lilith a stanza drawing him closer to the edge.
"If this is a pact, let it be unforgettable," he murmured finally, his voice hoarse as he positioned himself above her and thrust into her with a wild surge, a primal roar escaping his throat. Lilith's wings flared, and she cried out, a sharp sound echoing in the room. His hands released hers to grip her breasts, fingers sinking into her soft flesh, brushing those pink pearls that bounced with each thrust. He pinched them eagerly, drawing ragged gasps from her as he lifted one of her legs, draping it over his shoulder. Her folds parted wider, trembling petals yielding to him, and the penetration deepened, her moans rising in a broken song.
She arched her back, her nails scoring his arms, a white glow bursting from her runes. "My lord… oh, my lord," she whispered, moving with him, her wings trembling. The heat between them grew, and as her arousal peaked, Renn felt her tighten around him, a warm, pulsing suction that gripped him like a living velvet glove, each thrust more intense than the last. His savagery gave way to that exquisite pressure, and his rhythm slowed, almost reverent, lost in the pleasure of her succubus flesh.
Lilith looked at him, her eyes a whirlwind of red and white, and with a fluid motion, she pushed him back, mounting him with fierce grace. Her wings spread wide, and her breasts danced before him, rising and falling with each motion, the pink pearls gleaming like jewels under the amber light. Renn growled, his hands rising to catch them, pinching them between his fingers as she quickened, the mattress groaning under her pace. "Damn it, Lilith, you're… too much," he grunted between gasps, guiding her with intensity, the amber crystal humming in time with their bodies.
"Don't stop," she whispered, her hands sliding up his arms to his shoulders, leaving faint marks. "I want to feel all of you." Her wings rose higher, and she wrapped her legs around him, her gasps echoing in the room.
Renn kissed her lips in a hungry clash, their tongues meeting as he sped up, the mattress creaking loudly. "You're mine, Lilith… mine," he murmured, his voice rough. She moaned sharply, her wings flashing with each touch.
The air thickened with jasmine and something holy, Lilith's runes glowing brighter. "Yes… I'm yours," she gasped, tangling her fingers in his hair. "Consecrate me, my lord." Her body arched against him, trembling with each thrust.
Renn lifted her hips, shifting the angle, and she screamed, the sound filling the room. "You'll kill me with this," he chuckled, speeding up to the brink. She smiled, fangs glinting, and pulled him closer, her lips brushing his neck.
"I'm not killing you… I'm elevating you," she whispered, her wings curving around them. The amber crystal hummed in sync with their hearts, and Renn growled, their climax hitting them together. A white flash erupted from her runes, illuminating everything, their bodies shuddering on the mattress.
Lilith laughed softly, pushing him back and straddling him, her wings spread. "We're not done, my lord," she murmured, her hands on his chest, runes glowing faintly. "I want this to last." Her movements started slow, and Renn groaned, guiding her by the hips.
"Damn it, Lilith, you're insatiable," he laughed, the pleasure renewing. She quickened, the mattress protesting, and kissed him, her lips warm and urgent. "Only for you, my lord," she whispered, their climax hitting again, softer but intense.
When the light faded, Renn collapsed beside her, panting, pulling her against his chest. "Damn it, Lilith… that was…" He laughed tiredly, brushing her silver hair aside.
She curled against him, her breath grazing his neck, runes fading slowly. "It was ours, my lord," she whispered, her voice soft and reverent. "I'm your Seraph… and you're my everything." Her wings draped over the sheets, and silence enveloped them, broken only by the crystal's hum.