Lycius rose from his cross-legged position, stepping off the bed with effortless grace. His movements were unhurried, deliberate, like a predator in no rush to claim its prey.
His next destination was clear—wherever Xylara was.
It was finally time to complete her transformation.
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Midnight struck.
Kiara appeared at Lycius's side, her obsidian eyes calm despite the bruises and scars marring her body. The wounds had already begun knitting themselves back together, flesh mending with eerie precision, but the evidence of battle remained.
Lycius's gaze lingered on her injuries, his expression unreadable.
He wasn't sure whether to be furious that something of his had been damaged—or satisfied that his mother was still as strong as ever.
His voice was neutral, but to Kiara—a being forged from his very will—his emotions were as clear as day.
"Looks like Mother had her fun. So, tell me... how was her strength?"
Kiara lowered her head slightly, the faintest hint of amusement flickering in her eyes.
"She was formidable, Master. But rest assured, after using Death Cultivation... your strength will far surpass hers."
Lycius let out a low, amused chuckle.
"Oh, Kiara, that's not what concerns me." His voice was smooth, yet laced with a dangerous edge.
He took a step closer, tilting her chin up with a single finger, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"I'm caught between two thoughts—
Should I be angry that one of my possessions was damaged..."
He traced a faint scar on her arm before watching it vanish completely.
"Or should I be pleased that my mother still has what it takes?"
His smirk widened, a glint of something dark and possessive flickering in his golden eyes.
That was a decision for later.
Right now, Lycius had only one priority—completing Xylara's transformation.
Without a word, he and Kiara vanished.
They didn't walk. They didn't take a single step. They simply ceased to exist in one place and reappeared in another.
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Before them, Vynessa and Xylara sat together, lost in conversation. Their voices held a lightness, a familiarity that had been missing before—a sign that their reconnection was moving in the right direction.
But the moment Lycius arrived, their chatter faded.
There was no need for words. They both knew.
It was time.
Vynessa turned to Xylara, her violet eyes holding something unspoken—reassurance, understanding, perhaps even the smallest hint of sorrow.
Xylara, once hesitant, no longer felt the weight of fear pressing down on her chest. Somehow, Vynessa had steadied her. Had helped her gather the scattered pieces of what remained of her heart.
Her transformation was inevitable.
But this time—she was ready.
Lycius shifted, like a coin flipped to reveal its other side. The dominance, the arrogance—still present—but now wrapped in gentle allure, a sweetness reserved only for manipulation.
He extended his hand, inviting her into his grasp.
To his right, Kiara walked with silent obedience.
To his left, Xylara placed her delicate hand in his, accepting his lead.
As they crossed the threshold into their royal bedchamber, a subtle change filled the air—the release of his Ultimate Incubus Skill: Irresistible Presence.
The effect was slow, like the steady trickle of honey. It wouldn't seize her instantly—no, that was never the intention.
It would build. Linger. Devour her.
And as their sensual ritual unfolded, it would ensnare Xylara in ways even she, a succubus, had never imagined.
A smirk curled Lycius's lips at a sudden thought. He parted them, his voice smooth, intoxicating—
"Kiara, while I'm busy with Xylara… there's a little rat that wandered into your domain. I want you to discipline it."
At his command, Kiara's obsidian-black eyes gleamed—a dark, burning fascination. Excitement.
She understood what her Master truly meant.
This rat could be hers, if she tamed it well.
With a flick of his fingers, Kiara vanished, sinking into his shadow.
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Kiara's Arrival in the Abyss of Shadows
The moment her feet touched down, she saw her prey.
A succubus—beautiful, but not Xylara's equal. Still, she was a vision in her own right.
Her curves were temptation incarnate. Her face, sculpted to seduce and ruin men.
But none of that mattered.
Because right now, she was nothing more than prey.
Kiara wasted no time. She lunged.
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Lycius paid no mind to the chaos unfolding in his shadow.
His focus was now solely on Xylara.
She needed no command, no instruction.
She already knew her role.
Her robe pooled at her feet, discarded without hesitation—leaving her bare, unveiled in all her sinful beauty.
Her body, sculpted to tempt the gods themselves.
Her breasts—full, round, perfect.
Her soft, smooth skin—flushed with anticipation.
And lower… her delicate lips, framed by a precise, teasing trim—an invitation.
Lycius's golden eyes gleamed darkly. His desire ignited.
With only a thought, his own garments incinerated into nothingness.
Before Xylara could react, he pulled her in.
His lips crashed against hers.
Soft, yet demanding.
Teasing, yet utterly in control.
His tongue swept across her lips—a silent plea, a command in disguise.
Xylara hesitated—only for a moment.
Then, she yielded.
Her lips parted.
And Lycius took what was his.
Their tongues tangled, clashed, danced—a battle and a surrender all at once.
The heat between them intensified, rising like a storm.
Xylara's instincts took over. Her succubus nature, wild, unrestrained, insatiable.
With a soft moan, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
A silent demand.
Lycius smirked against her lips, effortlessly lifting her—powerful, unshaken.
He carried her with ease, her soft body pressed against his firm, sculpted form.
And then, with slow, deliberate steps, he took her to the luxurious, king-sized bed—where she would truly become his.
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