Succubus Prison

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[Receiving Prayer - Blood Offering Ritual]

A series of prompts jolted El invigorated him, and he then began to examine his newly acquired skills.

[Blood Offering Ritual: Pray to the Crimson Mother, consuming 20% ​​of your health to spread cursed blood, cursing nearby enemies or blessing all friendly units.]

[Note: The hair and pupils of the person receiving the blood will turn scarlet.]

Judging from the skill description, it seems to be a skill that combines offense and defense.

But El knew all too well that no skill was as simple as it seemed.

First of all, this blood-giving ceremony is itself a ritual used to pray to the Crimson Mother, and its religious significance has long surpassed the skill itself.

This would give him a better chance.

Just then, Gloria took his wrist, looking down at the wound that was beginning to heal. "Was this really necessary?"

“This is nothing,” El said. “In the culture of the Crimson Succubi, it is extremely rare for them to become aroused by a single person’s blood. I intend to use this to break through her psychological defenses.”

After a brief exchange to reassure his partner, Al continued to carry out the plan step by step.

Anyway, he was just testing the power of lust, so even if he failed, he wouldn't feel any burden.

The sanctuary of lust unfolds here.

It can make people increasingly depraved, and their sexual desire can suddenly surge at any time and in any place.

In the days that followed, Eliza dreamt of lewd scenes almost every night. When she woke up, the lingering tingling sensation would still linger in her veins. She bit her fingertips, as if she could hear the deity in charge of lust whispering in her ear, wrestling with her original faith.

After several days of preparation, the foreplay has been basically completed.

Eliza's originally fair skin now often had a charming blush, her brows were furrowed, and she was panting heavily.

When Nara asked her with feigned concern, Eliza didn't respond but instead snapped back at her in a very irritable tone, telling her to get lost.

She didn't know what was wrong with her body, but the frequent flare-ups often left her feeling weak and powerless.

And El's plan has finally officially begun.

One day, he suddenly tore off the last of her clothes, exposing her beautiful body to the cold air. Her well-proportioned figure, perfect breasts, long legs, and pink vulva were all incredibly alluring and tempting, yet they did not arouse any of El's primal desires.

In his mind, she could no longer be called a succubus, but just a beast.

Al only wanted to enslave Eliza and make her a proper head dog.

Three minutes later, Eliza lay on the cold ground, writhing wildly. She was drenched in sweat and convulsing uncontrollably. Looking at the man standing in front of her, who, though silent, had eyes full of pleasure, she struggled and weakly asked, "What did you do to me?"

Al honestly replied, "I gave you my blood to drink."

Eliza refused to believe it. Blood is blood, how could it turn someone into this? Even if someone suffers from blood thirst, the symptoms of blood addiction are merely a bloodlust.

She now feels an unbearable itch in her vagina and cervix, and her breasts are abnormally swollen. No matter how many times she scratches herself, she can't get rid of the feeling.

“I think you were pathetic before, without any desire of your own. Now you’re much better, like a happy prostitute.”

He continued, "Don't worry, I mean no harm. I just want to tell you that there is another way of life."

"Heh, do you think I'm a fool?" she sneered. "Why don't you just tell me when you plan to rape me?"

Al watched Eliza suffer with amusement. After a while, he reached out a hand, grabbed her blood-red hair from the back of her head, and lifted her up. Eliza glared at him hatefully.

He began, “Desire is the source of our power. I hope you can understand my good intentions and carefully consider them, instead of making some futile resistance.”

“I hope you will remember what I am about to say. In any time you are with me, you must have reverence for me, because I am stronger than you and more favored by the Mother Goddess.”

Eliza was taken aback at first, then became furious. She opened her mouth to say something, but what came out was a groan, "Ah, you heretic! How dare you claim that the Mother Goddess favors you, ah~"

El released his grip and said calmly, "I will now unlock the chains on your back. You are welcome to try it yourself."

The magic-suppressing shackles on her body consist of a set of three: a neck ring, handcuffs, and leg chains. Even if only one of them is removed, it will still suppress her strength to one-third of its original level, roughly equivalent to the third tier.

He took out a key and unlocked the magic-suppressing shackles on her back. The mana in the air vibrated slightly, and the previously stagnant flow of magic became smooth again. Eliza quickly tried to activate Blood Flame, but failed. However, she soon discovered something even more surprising—she couldn't feel his blood flowing at all, as if he were a dead man.

Eliza, undeterred, tried to activate the Blood Law again, but unsurprisingly failed.

Seeing her distraught expression, El silently thought to himself, "It's done."

To prove that he is a chosen one of God, there must be a “miracle” that no one else can do, such as the miracle of the holy blood he previously demonstrated, and the miracle of his bloodline’s inherent resistance to the law of blood that he is demonstrating now.

Eliza was already in a state of confusion. If a fourth-tier hybrid succubus could control him with her blood, making her go into heat anytime and anywhere, and could also resist the laws of bloodline suppression, then it could only mean one thing: he was indeed more noble than her. Crimson power was infused in his blood. How was that possible?

After a long silence, she suddenly asked, "So from whom did you receive your enlightenment to meet the scarlet Mother of All Things?"

"No, you are wrong. I did not pay homage to the Mother Goddess. Instead, she descended into my dream on her own initiative. Because your direction has been completely wrong from the beginning. The power of blood comes from the beating of the heart, in other words, it bursts forth from the movement of the body."

"The Scarlet Way is the Way of the Crimson Flesh, and the Way of the Crimson Flesh is the Scarlet Way. Pain is pleasure, and pleasure is pain. Truth is indulgence, and indulgence is truth."

"My beliefs and my power have been recognized by the Mother Goddess, so she has blessed me and allowed me to spread the doctrine of bloodlust. No other scarlet succubus can win her the most favor. I am her most beloved child."

Eliza was deeply shocked and murmured, "This is impossible!"

Chapter 64 Would You Be My Dog?

Eliza was skeptical, but she quickly noticed something amiss. It was a simple truth: for her, the Crimson Succubus walking among people was like a wolf among sheep. What bloodlust doctrine? How could a predator possibly crave its prey?

El noticed that her eyes seemed to have changed, and thought to himself, "It's not that simple after all. You think she'll give in after just a few words? That kind of thing only exists in fantasy."

He slowly began, "Next, I will let you experience it for yourself."

Eliza thought she was prepared for any beating that was about to happen, but when the time came, she still felt uncomfortable. Her wrists were hanging from the ceiling, her long, beautiful legs were straightened, and her toes were forced to stand on tiptoe, slightly apart, exposing her vulva. To make matters worse, he took a steel hook with a ball the size of a doorknob at the top, forcefully spread her buttocks apart, and inserted it into her anus without any lubrication to assist in the suspension.

She felt as if a fist had been shoved into her from behind, the excruciating pain contorting her face. El was holding a whip that had been pre-soaked with her sister's aphrodisiac, constantly driving her into heat, in order to bring her body to a "developmental state." After reaching this state, she would experience a period of psychological vulnerability.

During this period, whoever leaves the deepest impression on her will become her master.

He held the whip in his hand behind his back and gently poked her chest with the handle, provoking her to glare at him angrily. "You... is this how you treat a priestess?"

El lashed her tender vulva with a "crack," and with a high groan, she felt both pain and shame. The spot where she had been whipped began to burn, and soon an itching sensation spread from the inside out. Her red lips parted as she gasped for breath, and the muscles in her lower abdomen rose and fell.

At this moment, El calmly said, "The suffering of our people is all thanks to you priests, no, clowns. You have conveyed the will of the past. Times have changed, but you still refuse to adapt."

Then, before she could answer, another lash of the whip struck her.

“Ah! Ugh…”

This whipping made her whole body tremble violently, swaying back and forth, her legs suddenly pressed tightly together.

While observing her, and allowing her to catch her breath for a dozen seconds, El calmly spoke again: "Spread your legs, expose them."

Eliza naturally wouldn't listen and turned her head slightly, but soon she felt that her body seemed incredibly lewd. After the pain, it started to itch again, and eventually the itching became unbearable, as if she had been bitten by blood flies.

When the time was up, El stopped insisting and went next door. He performed for her right in front of her, caressing Nara's body, placing his palm on her exposed inner thigh, parting her petals with two fingers, rubbing her tender flesh and sensitive areas. Nara had already learned to cooperate actively, squinting her eyes and humming softly under his caresses, like a docile cat.

Eliza was certain she saw mockery on the other woman's face, mocking her ungratefulness. Nara's feigned wanton moans sounded a thousand times louder to her, more like a provocation, or rather, a boast.

Eliza's reaction was as if she was suppressing certain emotions and desires. In the end, under her gaze, El took Nara away from the cell. In the time that followed, she had to endure the torment and agony of unbearable lust alone.

"Will this really work?" Nara asked. "Eliza is not like a succubus like me who is afraid of death."

Gloria also silently turned her gaze over, feeling that what he had been doing recently was similar to those dominatrixes who specialized in training female slaves. Applying these methods to managing prisoners was something no succubus had ever thought of. Even if there were results, it would be difficult to promote them on a large scale.

El didn't want to elaborate, but that's what the Desire Sutra says:

When you hurt someone or a succubus deeply, if you can make them understand your motives and then let them feel a touch of tenderness at the right time, then under the psychological self-protection mechanism, the past hurt will slowly transform into deep love.

……

After being whipped several times, Eliza had learned to open her legs to receive the punishment without being taught. She gradually developed a conditioned reflex that being tortured was equivalent to relieving itching and pleasure.

Al said, "It seems you have learned that pain and pleasure are closely linked, and only by experiencing pleasure can one understand what pain and torment are."

"This guy is really annoying!" Eliza thought to herself. But he had a point. In the past, when succubi first hunted, they would use their bodies as bait and let their prey die in pleasure.

Then El gave her a new task: "From now on, every time I whip you, you must count. If you don't count or count it wrong, then today's lesson ends here."

Eliza thought to herself, "Does this mean I have the upper hand? I can stop whenever I want?"

"Snapped!"

"one."

"Snapped!"

"Hiss... two."

"Snapped!"

"Three~"

In the time that followed, she began to use this privilege to whip herself to orgasm step by step, leaving a large puddle of liquid running down her thighs on the ground.

In the extreme release, I gradually let go of the uncomfortable feeling I had when I was first disciplined, as if I had been taken to a completely new realm, where I realized that there are still joyful and wonderful things in the world.

After achieving her satisfaction, she quickly began to look forward to the next climax of being whipped, and also hoped that he would walk into her cell with the whip.

However, when she saw El again the next time, she was filled with disappointment.

El, carrying a bucket of water, said as soon as he saw us, "Let's rest for the night."

Then, he took a towel and carefully washed her body. Eliza looked at him quietly. This tranquil beauty made her feel very awkward. El gently wiped her naked, whip-bruised genitals clean, and then casually teased, "Your cunt is all bruised and battered."

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of healing potion, dipped some on his finger, and carefully massaged it onto her lower body.

The feeling was strange. Even though he had seen her naked and whipped her countless times, Eliza suddenly blushed and silently straightened her back to cooperate with him, which made it easier for him to apply the medicine to her.

"Why are you treating me like this, or rather, treating us like this?" she muttered softly.

Al didn't answer directly, but instead asked her a question, "Do you like dogs?" Then she continued, "I really like dogs because they are such loyal animals. When I was little, my mother bought me a three-headed dog, and I named it Kroos. Kroos became my best friend, and I still like it very much now that I'm older..."

What does this have to do with me? Eliza suddenly realized that he was actually talking about herself.

After nearly a week of training in the dungeon, during which she was whipped, played with, and suffered the pain of her desires, she experienced more than a dozen orgasms, reaching several climaxes. He had left an indelible mark on her heart, and she had even become accustomed to his dominant position.

In short, succubi are creatures that always admire strength, are adaptable, and thrive on changing environments.

So when he asks, "Would you like to be my dog?" there's only one answer.

Finally, Eliza slowly said, "If you swear in the name of the Mother Goddess, I am willing to join your Bloodlust Cult and be your bitch."

Chapter 65: Surrender to the True Meaning of the Bloodlust Cult

Al thought to himself, "The real test of my acting skills has arrived."

"I hereby swear to Mother Goddess that I will never let down my compatriots."

The invisible threads of fate were thus stirred, and several beings cast their gaze upon them. Among them were crimson, desire, threat, and concern, but all were ultimately blocked by the supreme being, the god above gods.

Gods are not allowed to directly interfere with the mortal realm; this is an ironclad rule set by the Creator.

Unaware of all this, El continued, "We share the same blood and a common aspiration. From this moment on, let us put aside our disputes, unite as one, and dedicate everything for the Crimson World."

El immediately initiated the Blood Offering Ritual on her, turning her hair from black to red, and her crimson eyes flashed red in the dim environment, like the gaze of a ferocious beast.

What an interesting little guy.

The Crimson Mother instantly cooperated by bestowing the Blessing of Blood, and then, nothing more.

Eliza was shocked, her heart pounding.

She no longer doubted that if she weren't hanging, she would almost want to kneel down.

“I will pledge my allegiance to you,” Eliza said without hesitation, her devout expression revealing her true feelings.

El stared at her expressionlessly. "That's not enough. I want you to be willing to give up everything, offer your body, and sacrifice your soul. Are you willing?"

Eliza paused slightly, knowing that surrendering one's soul meant not only absolute obedience while alive, but also uncertain peace after death, as he had absolute control over her soul.

But before she could think about it, the familiar feeling kept coming, and she involuntarily squeezed her legs together and rubbed them together. However, the chains between her legs prevented her from rubbing her legs to her heart's content. The shackles pinched out a fleshy curve, and the area around them was a faint pink color caused by the restraints.

Eliza realized that she was obviously in heat again, and he hadn't done anything but apply the medicine to her. This gave her a shameful thought that she might be a natural slut who not only enjoyed being humiliated and punished, but couldn't even bear being treated with a little gentleness.

In fact, the healing medicine that El used on her was also laced with drugs; the aphrodisiac ingredients would affect her rationality and judgment.

Under the influence of the legendary aphrodisiac, generously provided by Satella, Eliza's body grew increasingly hot, as if on fire. Finally, unable to contain herself any longer, she suddenly felt a strange affection for her former tormentor, and her feelings for him began to rise steadily.

Unconsciously, she swayed her hips and pleaded, "I'm willing, take my body, please, just like you did with Nara, penetrate me hard."

"Where to insert it?"

"Waaah... Please, I beg you."

El stepped forward and gently pinched her with his fingers, causing her to moan sweetly.

“How lewd,” he said. “But remember, you have no right to demand anything from me.”