Marmonux's Final Challenge

“And this time…” The succubus stroked her body in a sultry motion and joined her palms together between her legs. “...I'm going to watch.” Marmonux looked once more at the moist, venomous body of the ancient Abyss dweller, who had feasted on the remains of demons long before incubus own incredibly long life had begun. It was going to be painful. But not as painful as it would be to his dear sister after he put the collar around her neck. This creature had no eyes, so there was no point in seducing it with its appetizing appearance. But it had a mouth with a green tongue that snaked out, and tentacles to drag its prey into its mouth. And thorns, lots of thorns. "Watch, Orzuna," Marmonux grinned and stepped forward. “Maybe you'll learn something.” The task was actually much easier than it seemed. Even the weakest demon, barely out of the damp shell of a larva, knew the pleasure of the Qlippoths - devouring demons. The only difficulty was in not dying during the process..... but not for someone who really knew all about pain. The mountain of muscle rolling beneath the transparent skin drew nearer, spikes out and tentacles extending; the Qlippoth smelled prey and the incessant whispering pounded into Marmonux's mind with renewed vigour. Marmonux gripped the whip tighter and put his right arm behind his back; he would need it. The Qlippoth did not crawl as a pitiful reptile does, he swam like a huge fish, and his single, lightning-fast throw knocked the incubus down. But he didn't fall, just hung in the air on tentacles, unresisting. A greenish slurry flowed from the Qlippoth's mouth, its hunger awakened and demanded satisfaction. With a sharp exhalation, Marmonux lowered his hand to the Qlippoth's tongue and ran it from top to bottom, gritting his teeth and leaving shreds of his own sizzling skin on the vile flesh. One touch of this creature dissolves demons' flesh, and judging by the voluptuous moans from somewhere on the casemate's edge, Orzuna knew it very well. The Qlippoth lunged forward, and Marmonux’s arm disappeared elbow-deep into its mouth, followed by a crunch and a disgusting gurgle. Marmonux wriggled his whole body in savage pain, but restrained himself from shouting. It would be rude to make the lady finish her entertainment so early. The arm was burning, the flesh was smoking and melting, and the Qlippoth was greedily rising higher and higher to the torso. Oh no, sweet lover, not so fast! Marmonux arched around and pushed with his foot what was supposed to replace the monster's head, so that a stump of his arm, bleeding, slipped out of the mouth. The Qlippoth took his leg at the knee with one bite, and then Marmonux screamed. “Yes!" he caught the sound by the edge of his throbbing consciousness. "Yes, baby! Do it again!” Bitch! When he would become her master, she would have an ocean of such entertainment! Every fucking day! The incubus tried to kick the monster again, but failed; its jaws closed on his thigh with a grunt, and the venom leaked into his groin, burning away everything that Marmonux was so proud of. The pain was unbearable. Not even the shock diminished it. A second leg crunched under the powerful jaws, and his shin hit the floor. For a moment the incubus lost control - death was too close not to fear it - but with a last effort of will, he got himself under control again and clenched the whip he still held behind his back. The first swing was too weak - without legs, his center of gravity shifted. Marmonux saw the jaws of the Qlippoth pull away from him, slowly tearing the melting skin. The second blow came right on the muzzle, and with a howl, the Qlippoth released him. But the whip didn't release the Qlippoth. As he fell to the ground a step away from the monster, Marmonux watched the lash lengthen and lengthen again and again, wrapping around, crushing the soft, oily body of the creature. That was a perfect spell of inevitable strangulation that he had devised himself. It always worked, no matter who the victim was. Or what it was. The shock wore off. Blood poured from his wounds onto the stone floor. His breathing became shallow. This was bad. He must have been conscious. He had to look into that whore's eyes and say... “I... won,” he breathed out as the face of the most beautiful succubi bent over him. “That's right," the scarlet stain on her lips widened. "It looks like that creature died satisfied.” Through the savage pain, Marmonux felt Orzuna grab him by the hair and drag him away, back to where the Qlippoth's dwelling used to be. “Now I'll watch how you're going to come for your prize without both legs, and arm, and oooh!” She giggled shamelessly. “Your precious loins.” Lightly, as if he were the weakest of mortals, she tossed him behind the bars and the lock clicked. “I'll be waiting for you with much impatience, my dearest brother.”