Rearing Demons
Chapter 49: Wasting Time

Chapter 49: Wasting Time

(R-18 Scene)

Within a large cave, two bodies were entangled in an aggressive stance.

"Harder!" Sounds of spanks reverberated throughout the cave, mingling with the huffs and puffs of two tireless individuals. "Harder! Harder!"

"Shut up!" the man growled as his hands slapped the round buttocks in front of him. His gaze was wild.

His hips thrust back and forth aggressively, the woman moaning in pleasure.

"Use your mouth!" she pleaded.

"Fine!" Pulling out his swollen penis, Fyr dropped to his knees, grabbing both of her thighs and inserting his tongue into the wet hole before him.

"Ah!" Nia’s toes lifted her off the ground as she pushed her buttocks deeper into Fyr’s face, liquid spilling faster from her slippery hole. "Lick harder!"

"How hard? Do you want me to bite you?!" Taken aback by her need for more aggression, Fyr raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Yes, yes!" she responded quickly, her voice sweet and intoxicated. "Bite my pussy! Tear it up!"

Although surprised, her moans and groans riled him further, and he obeyed.

With two fingers spreading her hole, he used his teeth to latch onto the pink folds of her pussy, nibbling them slowly.

"Ah!" As soon as he did this, a white cream slipped out, falling onto his lips.

With a smirk, he used his tongue to lap up the thick cream without swallowing. "Come here!" He grabbed her hair, pulling her head toward him and pressing his mouth onto hers.

"Mmmm!" Closing her eyes, they played with the thick cream on their tongues, kissing passionately.

Leaving her mouth, Fyr kissed her cheek, then traced his lips down her neck. Turning her body around, she wrapped around his waist, eyes shut, while he grazed her neck with tongue and lips.

Her hand slid down, grabbing his pulsating penis and guiding it inside her leaking hole. Soon, her body was bouncing, her large breasts swinging in Fyr’s lustful face.

An hour passed before the passion finally ebbed.

On the cold, hard ground, Fyr lay first with Nia draped on top of him, both still bare.

With his right hand holding her buttocks, Fyr smirked at the tired girl. "It’s good you’re a creamer and not a squirter," he said, his voice laced with lingering lust.

"You act like you’ve done it with anyone besides me." Her hands traced his chest, her tone somewhat sour.

"You’re my only, but it’s not like I don’t know things." He lightly slapped her buttocks as he spoke, his hand entranced by the feel. "Anyway, we’ve wasted enough time. Let’s move on before things get worse."

"Yeah, yeah." Pushing herself off him, she stood and reached for her clothes.

From the side, Fyr watched her sexy figure before getting up himself and dressing.

"Where to next?" he asked, sliding his arms through his sleeves.

"Let’s just hunt a few more Gralith and Kyrrath," she said with a nod. "We can use the time to break through to the Essence Forge realm."

"And how exactly do you think we’ll do that?" He rolled his eyes. "If it was so easy, everyone would be there already."

Seeing him try to mansplain breakthroughs, she pinched his lips with her pretty fingers. "Just listen." Letting go of his face, she pulled a small journal from her spatial ring. "Look at this."

A smile appeared on her rosy face as she handed him the journal.

"What is this?" Though he asked, he still flipped it open. "Dual cultivation?" He snapped his gaze to Nia, shocked. "Are you dumb? This is demonic cultivation! We could get in huge trouble!"

"Be a man," she chided, shaking her head. "If you don’t tell anyone, I won’t either." Moving onto her tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling seductively. "Just imagine... you and me... naked and entangled... all day... all night..." Despite her sultry tone, Fyr seemed unmoved.

"Yeah, and we’d both lose our heads by morning—ouch!" He glared at her after she kicked his shin.

"Fine, I’ll just practice this with someone else." Snatching the journal back, she spun around, hips swaying as she walked away.

This seductress... He sighed, then caught her shoulders. "Fine, let’s do it."

Hearing that, she smiled and patted his cheek. "That’s a good boy." She abruptly began stripping again.

"You want to do it now?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, so?" She glanced down at his crotch. "Can it not lift?"

"Shut up!" he snapped. Removing his clothes once more, he pulled her back to their earlier spot.

Just a little more, Celis. Once I’m done here, I’ll find someone for you.

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Jisvruul flew through the air, holding onto Velmira.

For now, she needed time—and some demons—to regain her strength.

Fortunately, she hadn’t lost any power or sustained injuries; she’d merely run low on energy.

Land down there. I can kill and eat a few of the demons, she instructed, pointing toward one of the Antic towers.

Since she was the creator of these demons and towers, she knew exactly where each was located and how many Antics and Weeping Lords inhabited them.

Jisvruul received confirmation from Yur, then descended.

Gra Gra! (I’ll quickly gather some demons for you. How many do you need?)

Just a dozen Antics should help me recover, Velmira answered after a brief calculation.

With a nod, Jisvruul hurried into the tower, beginning his purge.

Velmira remained outside, lost in thought.

"So, now I’m going to serve the heir—the same one we were supposed to kill?"

The idea still felt surreal.

Only a few days earlier, the demon Prince Aglazeth had ordered everyone to hunt down and kill the heir. Even though she usually kept to herself, Velmira had received that directive as well.

How would Aglazeth react, knowing I’m now serving the very heir he’s after?

She imagined his frustration, nearly laughing at the thought.

While she stood there, Jisvruul emerged from the tower spotless.

Done? she asked, noting he carried nothing.

Without speaking, he opened his mouth wide, spilling dozens of Antics onto the ground.

Gra! (Here!)

Why would you stuff them in your mouth?!

She scowled in disgust.

Jisvruul offered no explanation, merely waiting for her to feed.

Turn around.

Gra? (Why?)

Just do it!

Irritated, Jisvruul turned his back.

At once, the sounds of squelching and bone-crunching echoed behind him, noises anyone but a demon would find utterly horrifying.

All right, you can turn back now.

When Jisvruul faced her again, Velmira had one hand over her lips, bits of flesh and red stains marking her mouth.

Gra! (How much have you recovered?)

I should be able to kill Zoraths on my own, she replied.

Gra! (That’s fine then.)

With that settled, Jisvruul roused Yur, who had been dozing off, trusting them not to harm him.

Master, what next?

We need to find Ris. The more people on our side, the faster I can gather what I need.

Understood.

Jisvruul relayed the plan to Velmira.

Ris? Velmira recalled the girl who’d tried fighting her but fled, leaving Karo behind. That wench?

Gra! (Yes, we must find her!)

Why? She’s useless.

Gra Gra! (Master says so. No questions!)

Ugh, fine.

Velmira remembered the direction in which Ris had run and launched herself into the air, heading that way.

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