75 Chapter 75

"Peh! Fuck… That stung!"

Elena said with her growling voice. Her soft tail slapping against the crushed cement repeatedly. Her eyes narrowed, losing her sense of reason. She stomped out with her right leg, spinning her hips to drive her heel into his face.

A sneer covered his lips until her body vanished. Elena's soft tail grasped a pillar. She swung around and smashed into his jaw with a heel from behind his head, causing him to stagger.

Suddenly, filled with a fierce momentum, she dived onto his dazed back, biting deeply into his black flesh, sharp teeth tearing away at the scales as purple blood sprayed out, oozing into her mouth. Delight filled her grey cheeks with a slight purple blush. Elena's former red hair became a light blonde in this form as it moved and entangled his throat.

This woman gained the upper hand as he slipped to one knee, her teeth buried deep in his shoulder.

"Mmmph! What sweet, tasty blood. Give me more, I will take care of you! I promise Haha!"

Elena said in a whisper, his purple blood dripping from her thick, lustrous lips.

Vincent felt little pain, he hated to admit. But the sensation of another Daemon female touching his body filled him with pleasure. He was no masochist, but every cell in his body screamed out to dominate, domesticate, and breed with her.

This was likely caused by the small number of his kind and the deep inborn fear of the true gods that tried to sterilise them when they discovered their powers to create Anima.

A fear any man can understand.

—|Vincent: 'Her scent is pleasant, she is fresh and untainted. A shock considering her profession. Although she has lost reason and is emitting a horny and depraved scent right now… Let's teach this naughty bitch a lesson.'

Her face edged closer to his feathered ear, probably going to bite it for a taste. Her sharp teeth revealed as she opened wide.

Suddenly, his left arm pushed forward, then snapped back with his elbow smashing into her mouth. Countless teeth became crushed into powder and embedded into his black scaled gauntlet. The spike on his elbow pierced her tongue, slicing it in half as her body tumbled backwards, flipping constantly, her face and body filled with dark bruises and wounds.

—|Vincent: 'Seems her dental health is okay! Time to move onto her child bearing hips!'

Elena tried to steady herself, now face deep in broken wood, damaged red carpet and stone. Her ass stuck in the air on her hand and knees. The moment she tried to lift herself, a massive forced pressed her face even deeper into the ground, cement and wood filling her mouth with their horrid taste.

Vincent copied her actions, his sexy red lips pressed against her grey pointed ears, and whispered.

"Mmm! What a lovely, unused taste. Your blood is tasty. Give me more, I will treat you well! I promise Haha!"

She felt his sharp teeth sink into her neck. A sensation of desire and euphoria filled her. Her body tingled with jolts of pleasure. Each of her cells sought this male's abuse. His sucking on her neck caused all resistance to fade momentarily as she turned her head on its side and raised her hips.

—|Elena Scarlet: 'No… What is this, please don't… I feel strange!'

Elena tried to muster resistance, only causing her plump ass to sway in the air. His power seemed much higher than hers as she fluttered below his powerful grasp.

"Be good, don't fight. I will be kind!"

Vincent lifted his free hand into the air. A purple flame surrounded his hand before it slammed down on her fat ass. His hand caused a loud smack to ring out. Her fleshy ass cheeks wobbled, clapping together with a slightly erotic sound and visual for his enjoyment.

—|Elena Scarlet: 'NO! NO! This feels good, but I won't submit this way!'

Her body filled with a fierce will to fight, resist this one sided infringement.

Briefly, a vibrant, earthy smell filled her body, followed by a sudden change. Sharp spikes extended rapidly from her grey flesh, made from powerful piercing rocks. Beautiful purple blood surged into the sky like wonderful flowers that were scattered in the wind.

Over twelve sharp spears of rock pierced through Vincent's body as his blood oozed from his lips and muscular body, cracking through the black scale like armour.

Despite the damage, his hand continued holding her head to the ground.

A fierce glint filled his eyes as he ground her face against the concrete. Her silver blood and flesh peeled and pool below her face. He ignored the pain from her spikes and balled his other hand into a fist and pummelled her spine and arms. Loud cracks and the smacking of flesh sounded.

Elena was helpless, no matter how hard she fought. He was superior as she continued to will her spikes to pierce him. They only stopped his movement for a second at most. Her face healed onto to have her blonde hair grabbed fiercely, pulling her off the floor then smashing her down and repeating the process.

—|Elena Scarlet: 'He's going to kill me… Help!'

Suddenly, after one last punch to her spine, a loud crack sounded as she went limp. Vincent swung his arm down, snapping all the earthen spikes as they vanished into dust.

Elena lay half dead, her lips trembled, body quivered as she urinated herself in fear. Now her transformation was slowly returning to her human self, dark red hair, emerald eyes. She was quite the beauty apart from the scar across her nose.

Vincent's black scaled tail wrapped around her neck several times, causing her air to become extremely thin. And lifted her into the air, naked and filled with her own urine that dribbled down her thighs.

"Do you admit defeat, woman?"

Her body trembled, a quiet voice escaped her lips.

"N….never….."

His eyes widened as his black palm slapped her peachy human ass. The blow caused her organs to rattle around inside her. Now red blood dripped from his deep handprint that filled her massive ass. He leaned forward, over 7 feet tall to her short human height barely above 5 feet.

"Now?"

"N….no!"

Pah!

After one hour of this repeated, her ass now blood red, with countless slaps and a small pool on the floor. He couldn't ease until the system said he succeeded. Vincent wasn't some woman hater, if she didn't submit soon.

He would end her misery, giving her eternal rest.

Elena felt a deep fear etched into her flesh from this man. Not only fear but a hidden delight from each time he hit her and tightened his tail to block her airway. She lost focus and her consciousness and hung in the air. Her life fading quickly.

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—|Elena: 'Will he take care of the girls if I submit? Mother said to be careful with men. They are wolves and get bored easily!'

Although she wished to submit, her body healed from the powerful daemon blood she inherited. Her eyes glazed over with pale, cracked lips that finally trembled once more than they opened.

"If…I….Submit…Will…You…Help…Those….Girls?"

"Oh?"

[Mandatory Choice Triggered!]

[Become a cold-hearted Daemon Prince! Rule with fear, brute power! Kill them all and replace them with your loyal troops!]

[Become a lustful and intense Daemon Prince! Corrupt the fools! Seduce the desperate! Oh, you romantic and lovely Daemon Prince!]

[Become a smart and intelligent Daemon Prince! Kill the strong, absorb the weak and mindless as your minions! Oh, my lovely, greedy Heir!]

While thinking of his choice, his tail released her neck. The moment she fell, she grasped a piece of the sharp earthen spike and drove it into his neck.

Sadly, now human, her power and force only allowed the rock to crumble in contact with his neck.

Vincent stared at her pretty, green, trembling eyes as she flopped to her knees, now the same height as his crotch.

—|Vincent: 'I choose 2! The others are great! But for me, women are important, especially women like this, even in the cusp of death she tried to kill her enemy! What a wonderful specimen! System, keep my aura from effecting her, until she bends to my will, accepts me as her master and reaches the minimum loyalty and affection!'

Like a hawk, his eyes watched her charming peach body, filled with bruises and wounds. Her eyes looked up into his, a sense of defeat, but her pride lingered, waiting to strike back.