There were two ways to trigger the most powerful Intrinsic Skill of a Fighter. It made them renowned.
Many had upgraded their Job Class to Berserkers specifically to improve this useful ability of theirs.
'Riot Hysteria'.
Triggered by anger and grace injuries, it could act as life support by exponentially increasing defence and strength for a duration. The side effect of a manic drive for destruction can be overcome mentally. It all came down to individual willpower.
There was a saying in Faustus City: "Don't fuck with a Berserker unless you're planning on dying."
Because those who cross them never survive.
The places they worked well in were battlefields and anywhere that was dangerous in general.
Which was a lot of places in the place once called Earth and was now known as Earthland Domain.
However, Asmo's wonderland was a little different.
Because it was the place with the 'most life' and daily routine that promoted endless corruption.
It was easy to grow demonic fruit trees that provided enough nutrients of all kinds to them.
When the man who formerly knew himself as 'Pal' are food, he wasn't influenced by any drugs.
Aphrodisiacs weren't a drug. They were simply nice food that stimulated the desire to want sex.
And that desire was an innate trait for humanity.
They could only reproduce when having sex.
Primal instincts and fullness of the physicality without deficiencies. That's what pushed people.
When eating demonic fruits, 'Pal' became healthy enough that his lower body producing reproductive fluids well inside his sack. It was to the point his health was the best it ever was after a few days.
With that kind of condition, he couldn't help being more aware of the sexual partner sticking onto him.
At first, he tried to resist her… but was gradually falling into Edith's pace the more he sensed her.
The gentle soft touch of the silk that wrapped her body at times. A tame scent simply drew him close.
His imagination going wild.
However, the thing that started to destroy his mind bit by bit was the high frequency of hormones being funnelled into him through saliva… and other erotic places. He started to understand her body whether he wanted to or not. It wasn't his choice.
Pal- No, Edith's pleasure doll was forced to lick her private parts. Whether they be her front or back.
It was through this he realised she wasn't human.
There was no disgusting taste of urine or bodily impurities. Apparently, Demons didn't digest food.
The fruits from the demonic trees weren't meant to nourish Demons. They were meant to preserve.
By feeding these fruits to their hosts, Demons could have an endless supply of 'food' in energy.
It wasn't purely a physical thing to them.
If what he heard about only Lust Demons having physical reproductive abilities was true, then it meant that they were the only ones that could nourish themselves using semen as a medium.
When he licked deep into her walls, his tongue was also touching things that didn't exist in a 'woman'.
Within her vagina after entering her opening were countless little teeth that were almost like hairs.
They didn't cause any discomfort, but their stabs robbed victims of the ability to pull out easily.
Almost like locking something in your mouth with your teeth. Stopping victims from pulling out.
When his tongue went in, he couldn't get out.
Forced to choke on her ejaculation and fluids unless he wanted his tongue ripped off his mouth.
His life became one a high schooler would envy.
What young man wouldn't think heaven was being able to have sex everyday with a beautiful woman?
Even if she was a little bit forceful, a physical relationship like this could also be called 'love'.
Though it was only for the pursuit of pleasure.
"Out of everyone I met, I'd never thought we'd be so compatible." Edith spoke while riding him.
Bouncing on his hips like a rabbit, and using her lower mouth to suck as much vitality as possible.
She looked down on her handsome companion wearing the blindfold she had picked out for him.
He didn't seem conscious.
But that didn't matter. Edith was raised to believe that this was the right way to treat a companion.
Because what more was there to love than this?
Unless she had him inside her all day, Asmo might take the chance to take him back into her grasp.
And she knew what Asmo did to her 'dolls'.
All of them died horribly.
Compared to such vileness, all Edith was doing was giving her partner endless warmth and comfort.
He might not appreciate it at first, but he'd gradually get used to this reality on his own.
"Aahhh~" Edith let out a gasp when his white fluids filled her up again. Her womb a semen stomach.
She digested his essence gratefully.
Wearing nothing but white string underwear to complement her dark chocolate skin tone.
She wondered if he'd like the fabrics she chose.
Deliberately making them soft and easier to rip apart if he wanted to. They were like tissue paper.
Ready to fall apart at the slightest touch.
She flapped her wings and moved around her tail to wrap his leg. Making sure they were connected.
So they wouldn't stray apart.
Life felt like bliss to Edith now that she had him.
Food felt more pleasurable, and most of all, her deep fetish and obsession as a Lust Demon was fulfilled. Her drive to preserve beauty and make it her own made it impossible not to like him.
The scars on his eyes were ugly, but the blindfold made him look like a handsome bald young man.
His muscles being sculpted perfectly.
His shaft and rod so hard that she felt like he really was a Greek statue at times. Completely artistic.
Truly a man of beauty.
It was too bad his mind was so weak that he couldn't talk while they were fucking endlessly.
She herself felt lonely.
After having who knew how many rounds with him already, she moved again after he hardened up.
Making sure they would always love each other.
Giving and taking that love.
"Wake up." Edith slapped his ass, and he groggily came to his senses to see what she was doing.
His eyes became hollow.
"I want to see my brother. Let's go." Edith didn't expect her doll to reply, and he didn't do so.
She gradually turned her body from cowgirl to reverse cowgirl position. Facing away from him.
She leaned her body toward, and held herself up as his body continued to try impregnating her womb.
Ramming away like a machine.
To cold hands coming to grab her waist made the girl shiver. She suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
"So thoughtful…" Edith nodded at his intuitive understanding of her. He held her waist close.
Ramming away as she locked him with her legs.
It was called standing wheelbarrow sex position.
One where the woman would hold her body up as the man would piston from above himself.
It was a type of sexual position that was hard to find gratifying, but one Edith saw as a necessity.
Like how even lazy people had to stand to walk.
She crawled out of the room in this position with a red face. It was embarrassing how knowing he was.
Usually, sex toys like him weren't so attentive.
They'd usually become so lost that their partners would be the ones doing all the heavy lifting.
'Does this mean we are more intimate?' Edith thought while keeping strength in her arms.
Moving towards another person's room.
They walked down the corridors like this. Like her sex toy was pushing a wheelbarrow down the halls.
It was a silly scene.
Edith started to sweat. She was getting tired of crawling while fucking her uselessly strong slave.
As if sending this, he pushed in deeper and made her body writhe. Moving his hands up her waist.
When she came to, her slave was holding her from behind and spooning her while they were standing.
It was such a romantic position to make.
'How cute~' She felt his compliance and servitude from the way he hugged her as if to never let go.
Not groping her breasts, but putting pressure on her chest after wrapping his arms around it.
Squeezing her boobs unintentionally.
Edith used her flexibility as a Lust Demon to continue to guide him forward as they fucked.
The pleasure and agony he felt overwhelming.
Edith finally made it to a certain person's room while holding the back of her partner's head.
Letting him have her way with her.
She used her free hand to open the door. When looking inside it, she saw a familiar scene within.
An incubus was spooning the elf while laying on a bed. One hand groping and the other raising her neck. Giving it support as he was trying his best to move his hips. Her arms still tied in her restraints.
When the man noticed Edith, he noticed her slave.
"Are you supposed to unlock his restraint?" At the man's words, Edith remembered that she'd forgot.
She looked at him, and her sex slave complied while bending his legs to kneel on the ground.
He stopped moving while she was still penetrated by him. The two belts with chains wrapped him.
Making him unable to stand.
The end of the chain connected to a harness on his waist, which turned him into a chair on the ground.
It made Edith's mobility lower.
She couldn't properly fuck him like this. Only trying to grind her soft hips on his waist while he knelt.
"Gareth." She called out to the black haired and eyed man. Trying to make her brother look at her.
However, the incubus seemed enamoured with his new toy. Even though her eyes had become empty.
Becoming a husk that only knew pleasure.
"So good… So good…" The unending torment to her lower body had already made her delirious.
"Edith, what do you want?" Gareth felt a bit annoyed about being walked in on like this.
"We have to prepare ourselves. I've heard that the other Sin Demons will be mingling more with us these days. You know it too. We've been briefed on it." She brought up a topic he had forgotten.
"And?" Gareth still didn't understand.
"What I mean is that we should stock up on resources, right? Don't you want to protect your partner?" When Edith brought that up, he lifted his body and did her doggystyle to focus better.
"We won't be fighting."
"Gareth…"
"You heard me right. Just get your sister and War Aligned Lust Demons to do that sort of stuff."
"We can't avoid conflict." (Edith)
"That's what you think, but don't entirely know about for certain. Do you believe it?" (Gareth)
"Stop complaining and man up." The both of them stopped fucking their partners at the same time.
They got up on their feet and looked at their sex addict partners. Knowing what needed doing.
A man and a woman together were good essence production machines. All they needed was space.
Some place they could continue their addiction.
It didn't take long for them to put these two sex toys together in a love nest of their own design.
Using it to make condoms of male essence.
After they had done that and went about their days, they looked out the window of the palace.
It was a sea of depravity. Goblin Demons with no sexual organs served those who did have them.
Succubi and Incubi roamed the streets naked.
Falling into their fetishes and voyeuristic pleasures deep down. They were the true citizens right here.
The rest were considered commoners.
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When the sky froze, many Demons and Demon Lords had considered breaking though the sky.
However, one piece of information got to them.
The energy within that sky barrier was so familiar that they realised that 'he' was still alive.
Simon Rainglow, the Calamity Crusher, still lived.
"I think we shouldn't rush."
"I'm not descending there myself."
"Get someone to kill him."
"Who the fuck would descend into HIS world?"
Many Archdemons cursed at their subordinates who knew nothing of the fear caused by Simon.
The deeply ingrained fears caused by being beaten the hell out of all those years ago. It was still fresh.
They remembered two techniques used on them in particular: 'Inch Impulse' and 'Kaiser Blitz'.
One was a armour-piercing palm strike that damaged organs. The other was a barrage.
Multi-strike barrage that hit indefinitely.
These were his two signature moves that were his calling card. They signalled him more than a name.
Still, they hadn't given up.
Many felt the tug of a higher influence tugging at their thoughts. The Archdemons felt this deeply.
Regardless if they could die, they couldn't simply ignore it. They HAD TO destroy the Earthland Domain and every city that's there. This didn't matter if it was Faustus City or whatever it was.
A destructive impulse moved them.
Asmo specifically felt this too, so she forgot about Pal Weldone and decided to protect herself.
She knew what'd happen next.
"Will we really be attacked?" Gareth asked with an innocent look in his eyes. Not seeing battle before.
Her eyes softened with warmth.
Looking at her child knowingly.
"The enemies we have to watch out for won't be humans, but Archdemons. They will come here."
"Why? Aren't we their allies?" (Gareth)
"No one is their ally. To become strong enough to fulfil our role, we have to gather strength." (Asmo)
"Will it really work?"
"Each 'Curse' brings imperfect immortality. One person collects them all, then they will be able to stand toe to toe with the 'Calamity of the End'. I need your strength." Asmo revealed her intent.
She wanted her children to protect her.
Even if they were no match for them, they would at least serve as meat shields for her to escape.
Suddenly, someone barged right in.
Slamming open the door to the throne room.
"What are you rushing for?" Asmo looked annoyed at what Edith did. She was acting too immature.
"Queen Mother, my slave has escaped me!"