Devil Slave (Satan system)



Domani had gotten Cuban's attention.

Slowly, he released his grip from her tongue.

However, his eyes were still locked with hers.

"And why should I believe you? After all I just killed your son. Shouldn't you still be in mourning?"

"That is that, and this is this! Don't get me wrong I still hate you. But if you continue like this, the other Arena Masters will see you as weak and before long, someone will step up to challenge you. If you fall, as it is tradition, this House falls. I am not willing to be passed around conquerors like a play thing. I have already suffered my terrible share of pain. I have mourned a husband and now a son. Regardless of your..."

She paused a little, "Impressive 'DISPLAY,' of Killing my son, the Slave Demons still think you are weak. Don't get me wrong, it is not your strength as Deep Demon, it is your heart as a leader."

As she talked, he slowly backed away from her, and his erection settled.

She was spitting facts that even Cuban did not want to admit, but knew was true.

He was currently on the wrong path.

Instead of him to find a way to solve the problems that had faulted him, he was busy spending his time on sexual intimacy.

It had been three days already since the loss, and Cuban had used that time to screw succubus mother and daughter, day and night.

It was truly no wonder that they had passed out.

She stood up to her feet, her movement, elegant and more defining of the position of a woman with power.

Cuban was huge and quite Tall. However, her height managed to almost make it to his.

"I have heard stories about you. The useless abandoned son of the Great Asmodeus Royal Family. Thrown out for a sin bestowed on him by the nature of his own birth."

As she talked, her sharp fingers danced on his skin. It was as if she was trying to understand the curves of his chest and stoned abs.

"Discarded as a teenage boy in a new world that had freshly met with it's apocalypse. Surely, those were very difficult times for you. But in just under fifty years, you climbed so high and so far, acquiring fame, wealth and even power you can call your very own. After all the accolades to your name, it is quite surprising that you will rather FUCK than correct mistakes of your own doing."

Cuban frowned and groaned a little, "Watch your tone WOMAN! I might still desire eating your tongue."

Domani suddenly took several steps back, "Your only true fault is your lack of friends. You do not have support and had to do everything on your own. Then again," she rolled her eyes, "I can barely blame you for this!

"As a abandoned son, you share the terrible reputation of your royal family, but never any of it's benefits. No one wants to partner with..."

Her words were specific as she looked in his eyes mentioning the next word with attention to detail, "'BAD!' reputation. However, that is where I come in."

Cuban raised a brow at this, "Are you tell me that YOU, a near BREEDING demon has influence. Influence that is useful to me?" 

Even though he said those words as he did, he was obviously still interested in what she had to say.I think you should take a look at

Domani on the other hand frowned a bit at the word tag he had given her.

Breeding demon was the tag normally given to the Succubus race, as that was all they were seen as.

It was a term that also defined how useless they were in battle as well as their low ranks with the highest of them only ever stopping at the peak of the Lower demon realm.

She was a proud woman. A feeling that came with the knowledge of her strength and how far she had come.

Hundreds of years cultivating to become a Deep level demon was not an easy matter at all.

Cuban calling her a Breeding Demon was a clean insult. One that she knew he said in other to provoke her.

However, she would let it go. She had to. Her many years had taught her when to swallow her pride, and for her to have sustained her life this far, her throat had by now adapted to it's fat size.

She stepped forward once more, "yes I have influence. My many years have made him quite acquainted with some very interesting people. How do you think my Late husband got the Devil Pills?"

"You mean, the same Devil pills that tagged him... 'Late!?'"

"We both know that there was more to the matter than what meets the eye," she retorted firmly.

"Either ways, you have to pick one. It's either you accept my help, and help you hunt down your biggest disagrace or you can just get on with the FUCKING," she turned about and lifted her tail again, showing him her rear in invitation.

There was a short pause, and it seemed to her like Cuban was weighing his options.

He took some steps forward, and then he fiercely grabbed her tail.

With this, she was such he was about to ram inside her.

However, he pulled it down to cover her nether region.

"Tell me, how do you intend to do it?" He asked. This time around, his tone was more relaxed and much of his anger and irritation had mostly lessened.

She turned to him and gave a charming smile. 

"That's actually quite easy. We send someone after him."

"I already tried that. But no demon wants to go near that Forest. Even the Governor respectful refused. And am sure you know why. That's a Witch's Forest, and not just any Witch. It is an Elder Witch."

"I am aware. That is why we will not be sending in a demon, we will be sending in a Witch..."

(Author's note: I think you guys have noticed. Rate of release has increased. It's now a minimum of five daily. I plan on increasing privilege. So please get on Privilege to truly enjoy this benefit)