Chapter 322: Chapter 322- Silence of Storm

The ritual was forming in his mind. A corruption ceremony. A summoning that would require the perfect mixture of sacred and profane.

But first…

His hand moved from Elara’s ass to her chest, groping roughly until he found her breast through the fabric of her dress. He squeezed hard, using it like a handle.

“Up,” he commanded.

He pulled.

Elara’s back arched violently as Viktor hauled her upright by her breast, her body bending backward until her spine formed a perfect curve. Her hips remained pressed against his, impaled on his cock, but now her upper body was pulled against his chest.

“Ahhhn!” The moan escaped her lips freely now, loud and desperate.

The new angle changed everything. Viktor’s cock drove even deeper, the tip kissing her cervix with each thrust. Her pussy had no choice but to accommodate him, stretching to its absolute limit.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

His free hand wrapped around her throat—not squeezing, just holding, controlling. Her head lolled back against his shoulder, pink eyes glazed and unfocused, mouth hanging open in continuous moans.

“Haah! Viktor! Too deep! You’re—nngh!—hitting my womb!”

“Good.” Viktor’s lips found her ear. “That’s exactly where I want to be.”

His gaze shifted to the dark opening in the earth—the gap where Olivia had crawled through minutes ago. She’d be in the clearing by now, probably preparing her purification ritual, completely unaware of what was happening just meters away.

’Time to set the stage,’ Viktor thought.

“Elara,” he said firmly, his voice cutting through her pleasure-drunk haze. “Let the succubus control you. I need her help.”

Elara’s body went rigid. “W-What? But I—”

“Now.”

The command in his voice left no room for argument.

Elara’s pink eyes widened, then began to change. The pupils dilated, then shifted shape—morphing into perfect hearts. Pink light glowed from within, bright enough to illuminate Viktor’s face in the dim forest.

“Aaahhh~!”

Her voice changed mid-moan, becoming deeper, more sultry. The succubus was taking control.

And her body reacted immediately.

“YESSS!” The succubus screamed, no longer caring about noise. “FUCK ME! USE ME! FILL ME!”

Her pussy clamped down on Viktor’s cock like a vice, then released—

SPLRRRT.

A fountain of clear fluid erupted from where they were joined. Not a trickle or a leak—a genuine gush that sprayed outward with force.

The stream arced through the air and shot directly into the dark gap where Olivia had disappeared.

Splash. Splash. Splash.

“Oh fuck!” The succubus threw her head back, eyes rolling in ecstasy. “Yes! Mark her path! Claim it!”

But something else happened.

From the succubus’s body, pink mist began to pour out. It emanated from her skin, thick and heavy, rolling off her in waves. The demonic energy was concentrated, potent—far stronger than the corrupted mist already present in the forest.

The pink fog flowed toward the gap like it had intelligence, like it was seeking something.

Or someone.

It poured into the opening, following the path Olivia had taken, filling the narrow tunnel with supernatural corruption.

Viktor watched with dark satisfaction. “Perfect.”

He leaned down and kissed the succubus—deep, claiming, his tongue invading her mouth. She moaned into the kiss, her body still twitching with aftershocks from the massive squirt.

Then, suddenly, the succubus’s body went limp.

The pink glow faded from her eyes. The heart-shaped pupils returned to normal. Her consciousness—both human and demonic—seemed to simply… shut off.

Elara’s body began to collapse.

Viktor caught her easily, his arms wrapping around her waist. He kissed her gently this time—on her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. Tender gestures completely at odds with how roughly he’d just used her.

“You did so well,” he murmured, even though she couldn’t hear him.

Slowly, he withdrew from her pussy.

Schlorp.

His cock emerged, absolutely drenched in her fluids, still rock-hard and throbbing. Not a drop of his seed had been released yet—he had perfect control, saving his load for what came next.

Viktor carefully lowered Elara to the ground, positioning her in a sitting position against the tree she’d been pressed against. Her head lolled forward, pink hair falling like a curtain around her face.

Her pussy gaped slightly, pink and swollen, twitching as it slowly tried to close. Clear fluid leaked out, running down to pool beneath her.

But Viktor wasn’t done with her yet.

He knelt in front of her unconscious form, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and lifted her head.

“One more thing,” he said softly.

He guided his soaked cock to her lips and pressed forward.

Even unconscious, her mouth opened automatically—trained by days of use to accept him.

Schlck.

His cock slid into her mouth, her tongue laying flat beneath it. Viktor moved her head gently, using her mouth to clean his shaft of her own juices. The taste would be on her tongue when she woke—a reminder of what she’d done.

“Good girl,” Viktor praised, pulling out once his cock was clean.

He released her hair, letting her head fall forward again. She sat there, breathing deeply, lost in whatever dreams the succubus had left her in.

Viktor stood, looking down at his completely used wife.

Then he began to undress.

His shirt came off first, revealing the sculpted muscle beneath. His chest was broad, abs defined in sharp ridges that led down to that V-shape at his hips. His skin was pale but marked with faint scars—evidence of battles fought and survived.

His arms were corded with lean muscle, the kind built from actual combat rather than vanity training. Every movement showcased the predatory grace he’d developed.

He kicked off his boots. Removed his trousers.

Now completely naked, Viktor stood at the edge of the gap, his cock jutting out proudly, still slick and hard.

The pink mist the succubus had released was still flowing into the tunnel, but thinner now, just wisps.

Inside that tunnel was Olivia. Innocent. Pure. Holy.

Surrounded by corruption. Breathing in demonic energy. Her body being prepared, softened, made vulnerable.

Viktor’s smile was absolutely predatory.

“Time to hunt,” he murmured.

He dropped to his hands and knees and entered the gap.

His muscular body moved with fluid grace despite the confined space. His abs tightened with each crawling motion. His shoulders rolled. His cock dragged against the dirt below him, leaving a trail.

The tunnel was narrow, dark, filled with that pink mist.

’Wait… Am I being too trash?’

Crawl. Pause. Crawl.

Viktor’s muscular body moved through the narrow tunnel with practiced silence. His abs contracted and released with each motion, his shoulders rolling fluidly. Dirt and small pebbles pressed into his palms and knees, but he barely noticed.

His cock—still hard, still throbbing—dragged against the ground beneath him, leaving a wet trail in the earth.

The pink mist swirled around him, remnants of what the succubus had released. It clung to his skin like a second layer, making his pale flesh look flushed in the dim light.

’Am I being too trash?’ Viktor thought suddenly, pausing mid-crawl.

The question hung in his mind for a moment.

He was about to corrupt a priestess. A woman who’d done nothing wrong. Who’d come here in good faith to help cleanse demonic corruption. Who trusted him.

And he was planning to… what? Fuck her while she was weakened? Use her exhaustion against her? Manipulate her holy energy for a demon summoning ritual?

Viktor’s jaw clenched.

Then he shook his head sharply, dismissing the thought.

’No,’ he decided firmly. ’I’m not being trash. I’m being strategic.’

The mental justification formed easily, practiced from countless similar decisions.

’I need to become a saint to counter accusations of being a demon. To become a saint, I need to be blessed by holy energy.’

Fucking a priestess will give him 100x abilities.

It was logical. Practical.

’Besides,’ Viktor continued his internal rationalization, ’in two or three days, I’ll have to make my move against Count Hartfield using the Ducal family. The timing needs to be perfect. And after that, when those bull-headed Ktorian knights arrive and see my methods, they might declare me a heretic. A demon.’

His hands clenched into fists against the dirt.

’So I need insurance. I need to be recognized as holy Messiah.’

And the fastest way to establish that? Earn the devotion of a priestess and become a saint himself.

’It’s not trash,’ Viktor told himself. ’It’s survival. It’s planning ahead.’

The fact that it also satisfied his insatiable lust? Well. That was just a convenient bonus.

Viktor resumed crawling, his mind shifting to other concerns.

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