Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic

Chapter 450 Chapter 450

Mary Kay continued to pour rich scorn into her words;

"The girls are on edge? Look around you, the whole town's on edge! Customers are scared for their lives! There's a vampire on the streets, whose dick can get hard at the thought of that?!"

Mary Kay pursed her lips. She knew a few sickos might find it hot. But those were mostly women. Men were the target customers.

"I considered sending some of you out for home bookings. . ." she paused; ". . .but honestly, if the jealous wives don't slit your throats before the vampire catches you. . ."

On the horizon, just as the glowering sun fell dropped, twilight's shadow began to gradually creep in. With her back straight and her eyes forward, Mary Kay stared longingly over the city.

Disappointment lurked at the corner of her eyes;

"Look, it's barely dusk- and no one is even out on the streets. By this time, lonely travelers, sex starved husbands, fat grubby nobles, and eager eyed boys would be milling down this path. . ."

Quickly, her jaws clenched and her eyes flared- shifting her face into a mask of rage;

"So, tell me, how am I supposed to manufacture customers?!"

The girl behind her bowed her head;

"Madam Kay," she began; "With all due respect. . .this isn't about business. . .for me, for the rest of us, it's merely about survival. . .we haven't eaten in days. . .the semen isn't enough. . ."

She coughed nervously;

". . .the men who come by day are only a handful. . .they cum fast, and cum too little. . .it's not enough. . .not nearly by half. . ."

Slowly, with her gorgeous curls sitting on her head like a crown, the beautiful forty year old matriarch spun around. Her jade green eyes were aflame with cunning- unblinking. The puffs of her shoulder pads rose up- and thick fabric of her dark green dress flapped in the southern wind.

"I see. . ." she mouthed; "The girls- they're really that hungry?"

The prostitute nodded. She was a slim one. With quiet eyes. And a quiet demeanor. And silky blonde hair that flowed to her waist. However, every time she switched off the lights- every time she mounted a customer, men testified she fucked with the surprising energy of a stallion.

But that was because she was a succubi.

They all were. Mary Kay, Angel- the whole lot of them.

Using the establishment as a cover, the green-eyed matriarch had gathered every single succubi in the region, and took them under her wing. By day and night, the prostitutes doubled as sex-crazed demons- stealing cum from the rich and powerful.

And Mary Kay was the boss bitch in charge.

But she wasn't just that.

Across the continent, in the corridors of power, in the shadows of taverns, and on the high seas, tales of a legendary succubus were abound. Men spoke of a succubus with a thousand different faces. A succubus so powerful, only a god could satisfy her.

Mary Kay was that succubus.

However, like all legends, the stories were only half truths.

She had the power to alter the appearance of not just herself, but others as well. It was an ability that required a lot of power to sustain. And consequently, she needed a fuck ton of semen.

So, she fucked only men half her age- rippling young boys with engorged penises.

Expertly, Mary Kay would mount them- coil her fingers around their throats, make their eyes pop out, and ride them till she squeezed out every bit of cum. She herself hadn't eaten in days. But she hadn't felt it, because her current lover had been consistent- but only during the day.

In a throaty scowl, she dismissed;

"Leave me be. . ."

The prostitute bowed slowly- and retreated with her back to the door.

The doors clapped together with a soft thud, and Mary Kay's sigh rasped out of her nostrils.

'Well then,' she thought to herself; 'It looks like I'm gonna have to come out of retirement and handle this one myself. . .I'm coming for you vampire. . .I'm coming for you. . '

16 DECEMBER

Just one look at the horizon, and Mary Kay knew she had to move quickly. Late evening was creeping in. Soon, it would be dark. So, she spun around on her heels- and dashed towards the exit.

With her narrow jade eyes glittering their sockets, she stepped into the hallway in a bundle of green. To her left, she spotted a couple of girls. Immediately, they backed out of the way- backing up against the wall;

"Good evening Madam," they chorused.

Mary Kay ignored the hell out of them.

With her hands clasped before her, and with her long gown flowing like a train behind her, she waltzed through the colorful corridors, gliding in quiet rage, scuttling down the ivory staircase.

Angel's room came around the bend.

The mahogany door stood proudly at the end of the hallway- mysterious and inviting. The entire hallway glowed under the bluish beam of the magic stones. Mary Kay grunted, pushing her feet forward in clattering thuds.

She wasn't impressed.

But, the hundreds of customers who had stood at this point, were always in awe.

As soon as her right hand landed on the door's bronze handle, suddenly, the door pulled away from her! Surprise streaked across her face as it flung open- revealing Angel's half-naked form standing on the other side.

Instinctively, Madam Kay's eyebrows draped together in surprise;

"How did you kno–"

"Your footsteps. You are the only one who walks like that." she inclined her head, then side stepped and added; "Ma'am."

"I see." she mused as she glided into the room; "It's so quiet, you could actually hear me coming. I must be rusty."

Angel smiled- shutting the silent door; "You're a long way from your early days of creeping around at night."

"Indeed," she scanned the pink colored room; "If business keeps dipping, we might all return to those days."

Angel tensed. And Mary Kay pretended she didn't see it. The younger prostitute had grown too fond of the good life. Her skin glowed. Her long wavy hair shone. And her voluptuous flesh bubbled.

Mary Kay wasted no time. Still standing, she simply shook her head;

"Relax child, that's not gonna happen. But I need to take back control of the city. And I you're coming with me."

Angel's right eye twitched slightly;

"You're going to hunt it." she said.

"No," the older woman corrected her; "I'm going to hunt it, and then kill it. It's the only way."

"We may end up exposing ourselves," Angel whispered hurriedly; "Humans have never been kind to our race. If they find out we've been hiding under their noses, all this time-"

She gasped, not daring to complete her own sentence.

Suddenly, the air in the room grew cold.

Lengthy shadows bled in.

"COME." Mary Kay said- quietly and yet, not so quietly.

Angel felt a tingle in her mind first, then in her fingertips and toes. Suddenly, her whole body surged forward- gliding towards the raven haired woman on its own accord. Barely two feet away from her, Angel stopped- head spinning.

"You're afraid– of them?" Mary Kay's voice carried the heaviness of a violin at midnight.