Ghoul King's Harem

The crowd was going wild; Mabelon's huge body dashed forward, the chaotic wind surrounding his body a burst of power flung from his chest, empowered by his rushing body, there was no going easy in a Vamuran's dictionary as his two antennae began to sway violently and buzz with a strange light gathering manna around them, His fist shot forward filled with power lashing out towards Stella. The vigour was so strong; it was like he tried to crush her into submission with a single blow. But she had other plans for him…

"Pah!" She swung back on instinct, but not before feeling an intense heat over her left shoulder. A glance at where that strike landed revealed some minor scorching upon her skin and fur, though she knew better than anyone how quickly something could go wrong when dealing with fire-breathing creatures such as these. Her eyes flicked up again just in time to see Mabelon's foot coming down right beside hers. "I'll take this one…." And then her figure began to fade, like morning mist in a summer afternoon breeze.

Stella watched the beast come after her through half-lidded eyes while maintaining her position, the flickering shadow caressing her flesh as Mabelon's boar-like charge smashed into the stone wall, creating a crater.

This arena was quite an interesting creation which would scale towards the power of both individuals fighting; if one were ranked 10, it would be able to withstand the maximum blow from a pinnacle rank 10 inside the ring, but if the pair were ranked 1, then even the rank 10's breath could shatter the walls like foam.

The crowd's voices were like the roaring sound of firing cannons, like festival fireworks shooting through the sky, bringing more adrenaline, excitement and uproar.

Stella's body was half crouched, like a primed lioness ready to pounce, her right hand outstretched and circling as if beckoning the very shadows to come to her air; lethal spikes began to form, no longer causing her head to ache, or nose to bleed. Her narrowed eyes were watching Meblon, seeking an opening every moment.

Her sneaky magic was invisible to the naked eyes or those who weren't her allies.

Things might have gone differently if she hadn't been forced onto the defensive. Still, she had managed to land a few blows here and there; A colossal mace swung across her body, the sheer force and violent storm that followed sending her light body into the air like a broken kite, slight gaps in her shadow mantle formed, revealing her bruised skin, dark blue just from the air pressure.

'Fuck...'

Stella took several steps backwards after rolling to her feet, now more than 10 yards from the hulking male, his face filled with confidence as he looked to the crowd with a confident smile. He seemed to think they'd lost their minds cheering him on against someone much weaker than himself. It didn't matter what he thought – Stella wasn't about to give him any openings. If anything happened tonight, she wanted to ensure he went home,  having many serious wounds.

Swish! Stella's body moved like a bolt of lightning; she used her Basic Flight skill, fluttering her wings, not for height but speed, as her body flashed past Mebelon, using Distort View to leave him still seeing her crouching in front of him.

Watching his focus on her former figure, her body rolled in the air, with both feet tapping on the stone wall, crouching against it as countless thick spikes of shadow spears grew from the wall, like countless spikes growing from the walls, larger and denser than before; Stella's face filled with an excited look as her blue eyes flashed inside the shadows.

"Mind Spike!"

Bang! Bang! Countless explosions of sound burst from around her body, like miniature hurricanes, as the huge spikes began to shoot towards Mebelon's body, which slowly turned around like a barrage of the Justice Kingdoms' fierce tomahawk missiles.

Mebalon's eyes widened, feeling a strange pressure coming towards him; using his huge weapon to block his face and key points, he stood his ground, anger and fury building deep inside his chest.

"…you…"

His voice cracked slightly, lips curling upwards in distaste. "You're nothing."

And then suddenly, all hell broke loose.

A powerful blast of mana exploded from Mabellon, crushing the air like a huge tsunami of brute magical power, the air crackling and almost torn apart as the ground beneath him cracked and shattered, sending earth blasting into the crowd before crashing into the arena barrier.

'Insecure boy.' Stella thought, enjoying his anger.

The shadows began to tremble with her building excitement, and the huge power began to approach, almost tearing most of her Spikes into magical dust, treating these intricate shadow creations like mere child's play.

A smirk identical to Alex's when he was fighting that monster with his fists earlier, cracking her wrists as she rotated them, Stella stepped down off the wall, her feet graceful, stepping forward like a deer approaching a river, like pushing through an ocean of pressure, her right hand lifted and pointed towards the hulking moron.

Her hand slowly, as if crushing a piece of metal in her hand, tensing as she felt the huge resistance to her grasp before finally, it clenched together as if his body was captured like a marionette; Mabellon stopped moving, and his aura vanished, The arena became silent; even a rat's footsteps could be heard.

"It's time..."

Stella's voice was like a silent scream, an alluring chant, forcing the crowd to become silent as they watched her movements fully enamoured.

A beautiful figure wrapped in black mist, her soft pink flesh slowly exposed, only hiding her huge breasts and plump ass, those were not for these people to see, as the swirling mantle began to form countless lances from the swipe of her arm rapidly, graceful and swift as her other hand still clutched tightly, trembling as Mabellon began to try to resist her Mind Manipulation skill desperately.

Suddenly, her eyes glowed with pink light, causing his resistance to lower drastically, the Amorous gaze of succubi too powerful for a mere beast as his body began to heat up as if in heat, surrendering to her completely.

With a flick of her wrist, a beam of pink light shot forth like a spear, striking directly at Mabelon's chest, exploding and shattering the stone floor underfoot.

He let out a long groan as the energy within her struck him like a hammer; this wasn't an attack but a mere illusion to trick his body and mind, slipping further into her combination of a spell and skill, the Illusory and Amorous Gazes.

Step!

Stella's barefoot stepped forward, the soft flesh touching the smooth stone with a soft sound, approaching the hulking man, now swaying on the spot.

Step!

Her feet began to move faster, accelerating towards him with a gradual increase in speed before she was dashing at full speed. The wind blew past her body as the shadow mantle deformed, now like a long black cape of misty shadows, constantly forming countless shadowy spears and lances that hovered around her body, tracing the air behind her back.

Boom!! Boom!!!

Like thunder, a series of explosive sounds blasted through the air as Mabelon's giant frame shook, each boom louder than the last, the stones around him shaking and vibrating with the vibrations.

A violent rain of earth fell onto the area with a booming sound, and blood splashed everywhere as the Vamura's fresh blood filled the air. Stella was assaulting the man from all directions, her spears forming in the darkness and shooting towards him.

Mabelon was barely hanging on, his body filled with bloody holes and deep wounds.

This was no longer a battle but a massacre.

Stella didn't relent; the moment she found the opening, her black spears began to barrage him, more relentless, more violent as they began to dig deeply into his flesh, the powerful exterior too strong for one to pierce him fully, so she shot five!

"W-wait...!"

Mabellon tried to speak, his mouth pooling with blood after recovering from the damage and mental attack; Vamura were physically strong, with explosive magical power, but was weak against mental attacks and psychic damage. They couldn't heal themselves well either; even if he could endure her onslaught, the pain would drive him insane sooner rather than later.

She needed to end things fast.

But first, a taste of revenge:

A burst of 12 shadow spikes penetrated his limbs, first his arms, then his legs, then his body, pinning him to the ground as blood and flesh began to ooze from his body; Mabellon's eyes were now dazed and blurry, no longer able to think straight as once again his mind was overwritten by her captivating gaze, that broke his mind.

Stella raised both hands high above her head, letting out a roar of pleasure as she threw herself forwards, leaping up in midair towards Mabelon, landing atop him, pinning him down.

Blood dripped from her fingers as she leaned closer, pressing down on top of him as she pulled out a pair of daggers, "So, you're more than a male than him? Are you delusional?" She asked, her voice low and seductive as her teeth bared ever so slightly, her hair falling over her shoulders, concealing her pale white neck. "Do I need to show you what happens to those who insult him…?"

The glint of her daggers shone before her blade sunk into his cheek, pulling his muscular face apart, slicing the flesh as she began to slash at his face in an almost crazed assault manically.

She ripped and tore as his blood bubbled and sprayed onto her face and body.  Stella's blades continued to slice through his muscles and flesh.

Mabelon's eyes began to tear up and water as he screamed in agony. His screams grew louder until he could not hold back anymore, his entire being filling with pure hatred, his rage boiling like molten lava.

"FUCK YOU!"

The veins bulged on his forehead as he roared, unleashing an explosion of raw magic like a volcano erupting. Still, the moment he was about to release, her delicate hands stroked along his neck, her red nails shimmering in the light, an amused look in her mocking eyes glowing in the darkness surrounding her.

"I will only fuck one man."

Slosh!

With the sound of flesh tearing apart, Stella's red nails pierced through his throat. The huge man began to gargle, choking on his blood as it filled his throat.

Stella's eyes no longer looked at the dying Mabellon.

They looked toward where she felt Alex was standing, her face twisted with an insane pleasure and distorted smile as her fingers clutched his voicebox and oesophagus and yanked it from the bastard's throat before holding it in the air.

"And that man can never be anyone but him."

Blood pouring down her arm, she continued to dismember and tear apart the corpse as she looked into the emerald eyes of Alex, ignoring the woman that sat behind him; all Stella wanted was to show she could fight, that she wouldn't drag him down, even she didn't understand these feelings fully.

But killing this man...

She took a moment before opening her mouth wide, sharp teeth unbefitting of her charming self; her face was more grotesque, like a true monster than a seductive succubus, as she began to chew and devour Mabellons flesh, her lips and face covered in dark red blood, as she felt power surging inside her entire body.

"It felt amazing..."

Alex leaned back in his seat, smiling as the fierce woman behind him looked down to the stage with a dismayed face, but that was only for a moment.

Then it changed; a happy face formed as she smiled, leaning against his back, her pretty face rubbing against his cheek.

"Oh, ~ does this mean that one day you might dominate me this way? Should I look forward to it? Or maybe I can kidnap you now and fuck you to death? Fufu, you smell so good... why not become my pet anyway?"

"Hell no!" Alex snorted, pulling out of her grasp; if she were serious, that would be impossible. However, she was playing, currently happy about being wrong.

Her body leaned back as she began to fake cry and act sad.

"Oh no... I just wanted a cute lover.... -sniff-"

Alex didn't stick around and just left, his steps rushing towards the place Stella would leave the arena, wanting to congratulate her.

Behind him, the face of Valulaela became flat as she leaned on her palms, dull eyes watching his every move, not a sense of emotion on her face.

"You can't escape me, little Alexander Faust; you are my prey... Don't grow careless. Otherwise, I might just be unable to stop myself and ravage you in the middle of town~."