Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 100: Episode : Special AU Part 2
A/N: This time, we see Roxy as a favorite demon she loved to read about when she was still back on earth, so this Chapter is going to be hot and rated 19+. If you can’t handle it, well, soak in a bath or something, muahahhaha!
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In the shadowed underbelly of a fog-shrouded city, where neon lights flickered like dying stars against the eternal night, Roxy prowled the alleyways, her stomach rumbling with hunger that she pouted.
It’s been days, and she has not eaten a single bite.
As a succubus, her cravings weren’t for mere flesh or blood; no, she fed on the raw, pulsating essence of desire, the life force that men spilled in their most primal moments.
But tonight, the pickings were slim. The humans she encountered were wilted souls, their energies thin and tasteless, like watered-down whiskey.
"Fucking hell," she snarled under her breath, her tail flicking irritably behind her as she perched on a tree. "Where are all the real men? These limp-dicked losers wouldn’t satisfy a nymph on a diet. I need something thick, something potent, or I’m gonna starve out here like a goddamn virgin at prom."
Her crimson eyes scanned the streets below, wings tucked close to her curvaceous form, hidden beneath a glamour that made her look like just another sultry vixen in a too-tight dress.
Frustration boiled over as she leaped from rooftop to rooftop, her high heels clicking against the gravel. "Come on, universe, throw me a bone, or better yet, a boner worth sucking dry!" She cursed louder, her voice echoing off the brick walls, drawing no attention in this forsaken part of town where screams were just background noise.
Little did she know, fate had already set the stage. Below, in an abandoned warehouse that reeked of rust and dust, four human hunters waited. Syris, the brooding leader with muscles carved from years of relentless training, gripped his enchanted chains tightly.
Beside him, Torian, the sharp-witted strategist, adjusted his glasses, his lean frame humming with anticipation. Kaelen, the hot-headed brawler, cracked his knuckles, his tattooed arms flexing. And Zarek, the silent observer, scanned the shadows with his eyes. He was the deadliest among them all.
Even if he was the quietest one.
They’d been tracking the string of murders, men found drained, lifeless husks with blissful smiles frozen on their faces. "This bitch has been picking off our kind like candy," Syris growled, his voice low and gravelly. "Tonight, we will end it. Trap’s set; her aura’s been lighting up our sensors like a goddamn fireworks show; she is dead."
Unsuspecting, Roxy descended, drawn by a faint pulse of energy that teased her senses. It was thicker than anything she’d felt in weeks, rich, virile, almost intoxicating.
Her mouth watered as she slipped through a shattered window, landing gracefully in the dim light of the warehouse. But the moment her feet touched the cold concrete, runes etched into the floor ignited, chains bursting from hidden compartments to wrap around her wrists and ankles.
She was yanked spread-eagled, suspended in the air, her glamour flickering as the magic suppressed her powers.
"What the—?" Roxy hissed, struggling against the bindings that burned her skin like holy fire. The four men emerged from the shadows, weapons drawn, faces set in grim determination.
"Got you, demon whore," Torian sneered, circling her with a predatory gaze. "You’re the one who’s been killing our brothers. Time to pay." He spat.
Syris stepped closer, his broad chest heaving. "Confess, succubus. How many have you drained?"
Roxy’s lips curled into a wicked smile, even as her heart raced. She smelled their energies, potent, thick, swirling with untapped lust and raw power. These weren’t ordinary humans; they were warriors, their life forces brimming with vitality that made her core ache with need.
But she played it cool, batting her lashes. "Oh, boys, you think I’m the murderer? How cute. I’m just a girl looking for a snack. Let me go, and maybe I’ll show you a good time instead of ripping your throats out."
Kaelen laughed, a rough, guttural sound. "She’s feisty. But we’ve got her trapped. No escaping this."
Zarek remained silent, but his eyes lingered on her curves, a flicker of something darker in his gaze.
They lowered their guards just a fraction, stepping in to tighten the chains. That was their mistake. Roxy summoned what little power she could, exhaling a shimmering mist that filled the air, an aphrodisiac pheromone so potent it could turn saints into sinners. It wafted through the warehouse, invisible and irresistible, seeping into their pores, igniting fires in their veins.
At first, they froze, eyes widening as the drug took hold. Syris shook his head, trying to clear it. "What... what is this?"
But then their pupils dilated, breath coming in heavy pants. Roxy smirked, expecting them to fall under her thrall, puppets to her whims. "Come to mama, boys. Feed me nice and slow."
But something was wrong. Their energies were too strong, too wild. The aphrodisiac amplified their desires, yes, but it didn’t bend them to her will.
Torian was the first to move, his hands trembling with raw hunger as he grabbed her black skimpy dress, tearing it open with a savage rip.
"Fuck... I need this," he muttered, his voice hoarse.
Roxy’s eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, what? No, you’re supposed to—"
Syris lunged next, his massive hands cupping her breasts roughly, thumbs flicking over her hardening nipples. "I thought you wanted this?" He pressed his body against hers, his erection straining against his pants, grinding into her thigh with insistent pressure.
Panic mingled with arousal in Roxy’s core. She could handle one, maybe two, but all four? Their potent essences pulsed around her, overwhelming. "Hey, easy! I can’t take you all at—oh gods!"
Kaelen cut her off, dropping to his knees and shoving her thighs apart despite the chains. His mouth descended on her exposed sex, tongue delving deep without preamble, lapping at her folds like a man starved.
The chains slackened just enough from their fumbling hands, allowing her to writhe, but not escape. Zarek, ever the silent one, joined in, his fingers tracing her tail before wrapping around it, stroking it in rhythm with Kaelen’s assault.
"No! Wait, my tail..." Zarek gripped it hard, pressing his thumb against a ridge and her eyes rolled back as she moaned in pure undiluted pleasure.
The warehouse echoed with wet sounds and guttural moans. Roxy’s body betrayed her, slick heat building as Torian captured her lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue invading her mouth while his free hand pinched her nipple hard enough to draw a gasp.
Despite all the onslaught, she fed on their energies instinctively, siphoning the lust pouring off them in waves, thick, delicious, filling her like a feast after famine.
But they weren’t stopping. Syris freed his cock, thick and veined, slapping it against her ass before positioning himself. "Let’s see how you dry this," he growled, thrusting into her from behind in one brutal stroke.
Roxy cried out, the stretch burning sweetly as he filled her, his hips slamming forward with relentless force.
Torian followed suit, unzipping and guiding her hand to his shaft, forcing her to stroke him while he mauled her breasts. "That’s it, succubus. Milk us dry if you can handle it."
Kaelen stood, shedding his clothes in a frenzy, his erection bobbing as he took her front, sliding into her soaked pussy alongside Syris’s rhythm, no, wait, they were alternating, one in, one out, stretching her to her limits.
Double penetration? Roxy’s mind reeled. "Fuck, too much—your energies are too potent!"
Zarek, not to be outdone, climbed onto a crate, presenting his cock to her mouth. She hesitated, but the aphrodisiac had her own desires raging. She swallowed him down, gagging on his length as he fucked her throat with controlled thrusts, his hands tangling in her hair.
Syris pounded her ass, grunting with each deep plunge, his balls slapping against her. Kaelen matched him in her pussy, their cocks rubbing together through her thin walls, creating friction that sent sparks through her nerves. Torian jerked himself now, cum splattering across her tits as he watched, only to harden again impossibly fast under the drug’s influence.
Zarek pulled out to paint her face, but dove back in, insatiable.
Roxy fed voraciously, her eyes white, her mind blank, their essences flooding her, Syris’s raw power, Torian’s cunning heat, Kaelen’s fiery passion, Zarek’s dark intensity. It was too much; she overfed, her body convulsing in orgasm after orgasm, pleasure bordering on pain.
"Stop— I can’t—fuck, you’re killing me with these cocks!" she screamed around Zarek’s shaft, her swishing back and forth uncontrollably, until Syris caught it, irritated by the movement. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
It caused Roxy to shiver as she came again; they would not listen whenever she told them it was her sensitive spot.
Lost in their own drugged haze, taking turns, rotating positions. Kaelen in her ass, Syris in her mouth, Torian and Zarek tag-teaming her pussy with fingers and tongues when not thrusting. The air thickened with the scent of sex, bodies slick and heaving. Roxy’s skin glowed with absorbed energy, her belly distended slightly from the overload, every nerve screaming for mercy.
Finally, as another wave crashed over her, she mustered her strength. With a desperate twist, she broke free of the weakened chains, shoving them back in a burst of demonic power.
Stumbling, cum dripping from every orifice, she bolted for the window, wings unfurling.
The men lunged after her, cocks still hard, their eyes wild. "Come back, you slut!" Now that they have tasted her, they wanted to continue ravaging her till she couldn’t live anymore.
But at last.
Roxy leaped onto the sill, snapping her fingers to summon a portal haze. She turned, flashing a devilish grin through her exhausted haze. "Merry Christmas, you filthy humans! Thanks for the cock!"
And with that, she vanished into the night, leaving them panting and spent, but they made a promise to find her and make her their sex slave.
A/N: Merry Christmas to everyone, the mothers, the fathers, the siblings, the couples. I am glad to have you guys as my readers! Now we will return to the plot, ahem.
