The stench of blood hung thick in the air as dust, still unsettled, floated ominously around the battlefield. Voldrak moved with purpose, his dark robes billowing slightly with the movement as he walked just far enough to find a place untouched by rubble, his boots crunching over debris. The sun was sinking, casting a reddish hue over the destruction, but Voldrak's eyes were not focused on the sunset. Instead, his gaze was locked on Adrani.
She knelt before him, her head bowed, neck exposed in submission. Voldrak's cold eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Her posture, one of defeat, offered her life to him without question. He could end her right now, cut her down like all the others who had stood in his way, but he had other plans. The system's insidious offers tempted him—both options too valuable to ignore.
"Kneel," he commanded, his voice like ice.
Without hesitation, Adrani obeyed, her once proud posture now reduced to nothing more than an offering at his feet. She had once led armies, but now, she was nothing more than a tool in his hand.
"Closer!" His voice was sharp, brooking no defiance.
Adrani shifted, crawling forward on her knees until she was right at his feet, her head tilted back to meet his unyielding gaze. When he pointed toward his crotch, a flicker of confusion crossed her face. For a fleeting second, it seemed as though she hadn't understood the command, but when realization dawned, her expression hardened.
The battlefield was littered with the bodies of her comrades, some crushed beneath the rubble, others still groaning in their final moments of agony. In the midst of it all, Voldrak had ordered her to do this, here, now. She hesitated for only a moment, knowing that defiance would lead to her swift end.
With trembling hands, Adrani reached for the strap holding his pants, undoing it with trembling fingers. She pulled out his shaft, the enormity of the situation hitting her harder than the physical act itself. A part of her recoiled in disgust, but she buried it deep. She knew better than to falter in front of him. With a deep breath, she took him into her mouth, doing her best to replicate what she'd seen others do in similar circumstances.
She licked, sucked on the reddened tip feeling it harden as she took it deeper into her mouth, careful to avoid scrapping her teeth against it trying to elicit some response. If it would get her back in Voldrak's good graces then she was prepared to swallow it whole if that was what it took.
"You're terrible at this," Voldrak muttered under his breath, frustration lacing his voice. His eyes drifted to the scattered corpses and the few soldiers who were still breathing but too injured to move.
A spark of irritation flared in him. There was too much noise—too many distractions. Voldrak gritted his teeth, his patience wearing thin. Without warning, he grabbed a fistful of Adrani's dulled silver hair and thrust into her mouth with more force. She gagged but didn't resist, her eyes watering as he pushed deeper, hitting the back of her throat. His thrusts grew faster, more aggressive as his mind tried to shut out everything else around him.
His own pleasure slowly built up as he felt his member pulse with pleasure against her tongue as she drove himself deeper thrusting his hips faster with a new sense of urgency.
Footsteps crunched behind him, drawing nearer. He didn't need to turn to know who it was. The rhythm of his movements never faltered, though the pleasure began to finally build within him. His eyes flickered over to the approaching figure, confirming his guess.
It was Flonda.
Her presence barely fazed him. He met her gaze, his eyes dark and focused. Flonda stood beside him, unflinching as she watched. Adrani continued to choke and gag, her hands clutching at Voldrak's thighs, but his focus was no longer on her. His eyes were locked onto Flonda, the silent understanding between them palpable. It was her unwavering loyalty, the kind he had known only in the immortal realms, that caught him more than the physical pleasure he currently experienced.
A familiar notification flashed in his vision.
{You choose Tier one?}
Requirements:
"There's nothing like a quick blow job on the battlefield, amidst the slain."
"It can be a man, a woman, a tree??? The more perverse, the better the results!"
Rewards: Energy refilled 100%.
Failure if chosen: Permanent Loss of Dark Energy 30%.
Voldrak barely managed a "Yes" in his mind, his breath catching as the pleasure heightened. Adrani's mouth was tight around his pulsing shaft as he pushed harder. The wave of release hit him hard, and he groaned softly, spilling into her mouth. Adrani, wide-eyed and terrified, immediately opened her mouth, letting his essence fall to the blood-soaked earth below.
{Rewards: Energy refilled (100%)}
The system notification faded, and Voldrak, satisfied, stepped back from Adrani. His gaze didn't leave Flonda, who spoke with a calm, unwavering voice.
"Would you need a bed?" she asked, her voice carrying a faint tone of amusement, though her face remained neutral.
"No," Voldrak replied, shaking his head. His attention turned back to Adrani, who lay still before him, a mix of fear and resignation etched on her face.
With a flick of his wrist, a net of darkness formed beneath Adrani, and he gestured for her to lie down. She obeyed instantly, her body trembling as she did so.
Adrani's resolve cracked. "You're not going to drain me, are you?" she asked, fear lacing her words as she recalled the sight of her disciple's drained body, an empty husk.
Voldrak's gaze darkened further, his expression menacing. "Who are you?" he asked coldly.
The question hit her like a slap, the simplicity of it drawing out her shame and anger. Tears welled in her eyes, but she swallowed them down.
"I'll give you your revenge," Voldrak promised, "but I won't ask you again. Who are you?"
Adrani clenched her fists, her voice shaking as she finally answered. "Your slave. To do as you please."
He would take her essence but it wouldn't kill her as long as he didn't touch her internal energy. As long as she had that she would live but she wouldn't be able to gather more if she dared to use it, which would mean death.
The words were bitter, but there was no hesitation. She parted her legs, allowing him access, the tattered remains of her clothing offering little resistance.
A new notification appeared in Voldrak's vision.
{You choose Tier two.}
Requirements:
"Find the female clan leader: Take her as a slave and drain her essence in the middle of her clan."
Rewards: Dark Energy increase by 100%. Mind Control Ability – 5%.
"Yes," Voldrak growled, positioning himself at her entrance. He pushed into her, her body responding with warmth and tightness. The sensation sent a surge of pleasure through his entire being, one that warred with the disgust he felt at his own indulgence. Pleasure was supposed to be beneath him, something for mortals—but here he was, being slowly consumed by it.
The system had its hooks in him, and Voldrak, despite his power, was falling much deeper than he wanted.