Chapter 15
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: The Dark Priestess Serving the Demon King
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“Aah, Demon King…”
Amy, gazing at me lovingly with her red-and-black eyes, parted her lips.
She stuck out her tongue, craving a kiss.
“Pour your love… upon your young creation.”
Was this really the same woman who’d been screaming to escape me just moments ago?
“Do you want to? Isn’t intertwining our bodies like this enough?”
“Yes. It’s not enough. I want more of your grace, Demon King.”
She gently stroked my body with her fingers. Every single movement revealed the greed burning inside her.
Her fingers were telling me just how badly she craved my body—how deeply she loved me.
Her devout faith had twisted into something new, conveying itself to me in this fresh, fervent way.
“Hnnng…”
Amy’s face flushed deeper as she rocked her hips.
I surrendered to her rhythm, gazing down at her quietly.
Lying on the floor, she strained to take me even deeper, like a little puppy wagging its tail for affection.
“Do you want my grace that badly?”
“Yes, Demon King.”
“Come here.”
I beckoned with a flick of my fingers, and Amy’s face lit up as she threw herself into my arms.
Her parted lips drew closer.
Drenched in aphrodisiac magic, her sweet breath washed over me.
I pressed my lips to hers.
“Hnnnngh!!!”
Her whole body an erogenous zone now, she rolled her eyes back from that single kiss and climaxed once more.
True love.
Direct love, unlike anything from her old god.
Not some vague promise like “I love you”—but him stroking her, touching her, kissing her. Willingly offering his body. This was her god.
The true god for me.
The faint light lingering on her lower belly winked out completely.
In its place settled the erotic tattoo Yulia had carved.
A succubus’s mark, etched like black ink below her navel.
It meant her beliefs and sanity had flipped entirely—proof of her fall from priestess to dark priestess.
“Demon King, smack, I love you. Slurp, embrace your little lamb… slurp.”
So hot.
The Demon King’s love burned so hot.
Under his gaze, she had no idea what to do with herself.
But even more than that…
“Demon King, I’m gonna cum. I’m… gonna go…”
The pleasure surging through her body was overwhelming.
“Cum as much as you like. You belong to me now. I’ll permit it anytime.”
“Th-thank youuu! Hnngh! Cumming! Cum! Uuugh!!”
Permission granted, Amy convulsed wildly, riding wave after wave of ecstasy.
The pleasure rippling from her lower belly swelled, devouring her whole.
“Haaaang!!!”
Amy threw her head back, tongue lolling out.
Thick drool trailed from it—drip, drip.
Eyes rolled back, she beheld it.
God’s grace.
This vivid blessing, crashing over her again and again—she was awestruck, moved to tears.
As Amy hit her fifth peak…
“Take it all. Don’t spill a drop.”
“Aaaah, yes.”
She felt his cock throb, flooding her depths with essence.
Her body quivered anew at this sacred grace.
“Aaaaa…”
Deep in her womb, as he unleashed it all, she could only gasp in at receiving his grace—and moan, drowned in pleasure too thick for her mind to handle.
“Fuu.”
I pulled out and looked down at her.
She twitched and panted on the floor.
“You can handle more.”
My cock hardened again.
I filled her three more times. She came endlessly.
“Demon King, I’m cumming agaaaain!!!”
I gazed down at Amy. Semen gushed from her pussy.
She clenched desperately to hold it in, but her stretched hole would need time to seal it away.
“I’ll give you a gift.”
I’d had Yulia craft it before embracing Amy.
A collar.
More precisely, a black choker.
Half the order’s symbol gleamed white upon the black leather.
“Wear this around your neck from now on. It’ll tell the world you’re mine. My grace will always reach you.”
The order’s symbol she’d clung to—now split in two.
No different from a devil’s mark.
Yet she gazed at that vile emblem with joy.
“Aah, Demon King, such grace.”
Tears of gratitude in her eyes, Amy fastened the choker herself.
Her final faith shattered.
Black light seeped from her completed erotic tattoo.
Demonic energy, swollen with my seed, cloaked her body.
It crept upward, taking shape.
Amy’s skin paled to porcelain.
The energy warped her covered flesh into garments.
Black priestess robes.
But exposing deep cleavage, barely hiding her breasts and hips.
Nothing like the modest full-body robes she once wore.
This was her style.
Chosen to win my love as Demon King.
C-Rank Adventurer - Priestess Amy submits to the Demon King.
Priestess Amy (C) degenerates into Dark Priestess Amy (A).
C-grade priestess to A-grade dark priestess. Evolution.
Jackpot.
Dressed fully now, Amy knelt before me.
“Omnipotent god of mine, bestow your commands always. I offer my life for you.”
Her voice rang clearer than any other.
Seductive, too.
I stroked her head gently.
Lately, weird rumors swirled through the Adventurer’s Guild.
“You hear?”
“What?”
“Some bizarre dungeon popped up on the continent’s edge.”
“Bizarre how?”
In the guild tavern, two adventurers lowered their voices over drinks and food, swapping secrets.
The burly fat one’s tip made the blonde across from him perk up.
“What kinda dungeon?”
“They say you can’t leave unless you fuck.”
“What?”
Ridiculous!
“No way a dungeon like that exists. You mocking me as some hick?”
The blonde clicked his tongue.
Lies had limits. Where’s a sex dungeon in this world?
“Never heard of it either!”
“Swear, solid source. Haven’t been myself.”
“Source without going yourself?”
“The one who brought it… well.”
The fat guy paused for effect, smacking his lips.
“Ariana. Y’know, that B-rank.”
“Dungeon Meister? Her?”
“Yup. Straight from her.”
“Credibility just shot up.”
If Ariana sourced it, it checked out.
No one topped her dungeon intel.
Not S-rank, but a B-rank conquering A-grades, charting shortest paths? Unheard of otherwise.
“So where’s this fuck-or-trap dungeon?”
The blonde waved it off as BS earlier, but lust shadowed his face now.
“Take someone you fancy… ‘sides, looks normal dungeon…”
“One room, hit the trigger—they say the trigger’s…”
Ariana’s rumor spread slow through the guild.
From quiet rural outposts, it crept onward.
“Hnnng…”
Hooded in her robe, Ariana watched the adventurers wordlessly.
Faithfully executing his command.
—Spread rumors of a dungeon you can’t escape without sex.
Her rep made it child’s play.
She’d spread it as ordered, but her face twisted.
Not enough.
Needed more spread.
To please the Demon King.
He wanted bigger buzz.
Lure the moths in delusion. Her heavy duty.
Having bedded the Demon King, submitted fully, she’d lost her bold, sunny confidence.
That brightness long gone.
Now lurking shadowy, hood up, goggles forgotten—her signature gear—gnawing meat in the corner.
Since embracing him, her appetite surged oddly.
Like her body craved extra fuel.
She wolfed double her usual.
Money? No issue.
She’d hoarded plenty.
Besides…
Back with Demon King, human cash is worthless anyway.
Irrelevant now.
“Hey, Ariana?”
“…”
She turned toward the voice.
Who?
Face blurry, memory fuzzy.
Demon King’s fault?
Other men’s features all hazed now.
“Who…?”
“Forgot already? Mark! Mark!”
Muscular guy.
Ah, Mark.
Old B-rank party mate.
“What… brings you?”
No time for this lame guy.
Needed energy. Rumors.
“Nah, just… you alone looks weird. Where’s Fabre?”
“Fa… bre?”
Fabre who?
Forgotten face, name.
Fuzzy image.
In her head, Fabre was long dead.
“Dead.”
“Oh… sorry.”
Mark sat beside, offering comfort.
“Good guy, that one. Gutsy. This seat free?”
Ariana silently tore into another chunk of meat.
Energy rising.
Still, laughably short.
“Died adventuring—probably what he wanted. Loved the life. ‘Course, loved you more… whoops, slip.”
Lower belly throbbed.
Can’t take it.
Aah, going insane.
Demon King…
Demon King’s cock.
But absent now.
Craved it filling her, but couldn’t.
Yearned to offer her body, bring him pleasure.
To do that, spread rumors. Lure more adventurers.
Men die. Women fuel his energy.
Lucky ones get grace like her.
Become his happy limbs.
Gather energy.
Mana, power for him.
Meat insufficient.
Ariana eyed Mark beside her.
This guy who liked her.
Subtle touches, chatty.
Make him nourishment.
Prime cut.
She gripped his wrist.
“Sleep… together?”
“Uh, huh?”
His flustered flinch? Kinda cute.
“Sleep together. Hate sluts like me?”
She tapped his hand.
“G-good. Obviously…”
Dopey grin.
Human men, all the same.
Needed a real one like Demon King.