Still caressing Dona's hair, a bit curious, Mark looked at her stats. Had eating these soulless snakes or being rested changed anything for her?
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[Rank: Demonling]
[Physique: 3.0/3.0]
[Mind: 3.0/3.0]
[Resistances (Tier 0): Physical Resistance (Low), Mental Resistance (Low), Fire Resistance (Medium).]
[Bloodline: Fire Bloodline]
[Demonic Tricks: Soul Devourer, Fireball (Low), Fire Shield (Low), Delayed Explosion (Low).]
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Mark's eyes shined.
"How did your stat rise?" he wondered as he patted her head.
Was it that the earlier snake she ate (which had a soul) just got digested?
Or did the snakes she just ate (soulless ones) give her (0.1) more points for both soul and body?
How did that happen if there was no soul inside it?
It was a mystery.
But one thing made Mark squint. She had gained Resistance. Both physical and mental.
"Hmm. So is gaining resistance a part of growing stronger in the mind and the body?"
The Demonic Yak he had seen the morning had (7) points on both the Mind and Physique stats. So, was that the reason it had a Medium Mind and Physical Resistance?
So, was '3' the criteria for Tier 0 Low-Level Resistance?
Then how much made it enter the Medium level?
Curious, Mark touched Dona's head and tried to perform a Heart Input on her—it was a harmless ability anyway. But he grimaced as his Mind power began to plummet down, but some kind of thick force protected Dona's mind, and he had no entry into it.
His demonic trick lost as much energy as it would if he succeeded, and at the same time, he failed. He lost as much Mind power as her total Mental stats. As for her, she was unharmed.
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[Mark]
[Mind: 1.4/4.4]
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Face a bit pale, he nodded inwardly. So, indeed, Low-class demonic tricks didn't work against low-class Mental Resistance.
Pondering, he realized many a thing.
The same kill that had given him 2 points—killing one Red Flower Demonic Snake—had barely given her 0.2 in total, and she couldn't even choose which attribute to use that energy on. Both her Physique and Mind evolved hand in hand instead.
Moreover, he didn't even really know if that was the reason for her growing stronger, either. Or the meat that she ate—but whatever it was, all that combined couldn't come close to what he got per kill.
Mark killing a snake maximized the benefits, and he could even choose what attribute of his to develop—Mind, Physique. It was up to him.
Pondering over it, he took a deep breath and began to spread the snakeskin onto the side. He didn't have any knowledge of this stuff, but who knows?
He had heard they could be good clothing. Maybe it really might become a good option after it dried.
When everything was over, Mark scuttled towards their sleeping area above the tree, and Dona, who had cleaned her mouth using a fireball inside her mouth like a furnace, came closer to him and laid down, hugging him.
Mark smiled.
After a second, though, Dona began licking his cheeks.
She seemed to expect something from him, and her light red eyes looked at him expectantly. Confused, Mark licked her cheeks in return.
Immediately, her eyes brightened, and she turned and licked his cheek again. For a while, both of them reciprocated this action to each other, and then, Dona began to purr.
Mark's hand instinctively moved and fondled her breasts while his legs moved into the center of her thighs and gently locked them in place. She, as if knowing she couldn't hurt her mate, laid in place and let him take control.
But Dona didn't stop licking his face and cheek. It was as if she was addicted and kept going at it nonstop.
Dona was an incredibly adorable creature—bare her dust and grime in certain parts of her body—and it was an amazing sensation to be cared for by her like this. Mark almost couldn't resist the temptation to pin her down already.
"Urr…" she released that cute sound again, and Mark gave her cheek another lick.
That was it. He moved aside, rotated her, and made her red ass face him.
With a gulp, he spread her buttocks and looked at the pink butthole hidden between them before he spat on it and made it moist. Then, as she growled in anticipation, he slowly penetrated into her.
Dona kept scratching at the wooden ground in frustration as he moved in from her back, but he didn't stop and made the frustrating feeling within her rise higher and higher until, slowly, his cock reached as deep as he could.
Dona breathed ruggedly, and he began to move. At the same time, his hand sneakily went down her vagina and began arousing it. She panted and pushed her ass onto him with nearly all the strength she could conjure, and he pushed in too.
Her insides were so warm. It was tight and uncomfortable at the start, but it soon became an incredibly good feeling.
When a weak moan was released from her mouth, followed by trickling liquid down his hand, Mark finally felt his own limit.
"Coming!"
Dona could feel something leaving her body and then thrusting deep back in before an explosion of her mate's essence filled her insides. Mark felt sweat bead down his temples and smiled as he saw the incredibly aroused woman stuck on his cock.
"Want more, Dona?" he asked.
"Urr…"
Today, too, she didn't allow him to take her virginity—the poor thing was too afraid, and he didn't particularly mind. It was a beautiful sight to see this demoness cowering in fear in front of his dragon when it came to her vagina.
She was so calm about her backside and was even so hungry, but of her front side, she really was scared. Might as well make her move into it on her own in due time.
But even though he couldn't get to open Dona's front legs, her back wasn't any less divine—a demon as she might be.
Tonight was a memorable night, and by the way that she cuddled up to him after he plowed her backside and everything ended, he knew she was way more attached to him now than ever. And honestly, man, he loved this creature.