Release That Succubus



After a few turns, Nelson finally laid eyes on the heavenly view of Christina's tied up body.  Even some guards behind him had the urge to pounce on Christina. She was already a beautiful seductress, but her current tied up and helpless condition was nothing less than an aphrodisiac for any normal human male. She was the perfect damsel in distress for whom any man would be willing to lay down his life in a second.

Christina was tied to a tree with a huge trunk. She appeared to be completely helpless. Her clothes were stuck to her body due to the sweat as she had probably been in this position for quite a while. 

Her body was growing numb from being in the same position for a long time. The rope was tight enough to stop her blood circulation. This rendered her completely unable to move despite how strong she usually was. She looked like she wouldn't be able to resist a thing even if a monster was unleashed on her in that very instant.

Nelson was overjoyed that Jack had delivered. The woman who was giving him wet dreams for so long was finally in front of him for the taking, like a fish on a silver platter, so he could enjoy it like the true connoisseur of fine delights.

"As I promised you earlier, she is right here. So as long as you hold up your end of the bargain, I won't relay this information to the Smith family. Believe when I say that I wouldn't have to lift a finger to destroy the Hunter family when that happened; the dark mage would see to it."

Jack finally bared his teeth after acting like a docile little canine pet this whole time.

The guards immediately went on alert, but Jack was only flexing. Nelson knew that too and immediately reassured the murderous criminal of the completion of the agreement.

On the inside he couldn't help but sneer at Jack for being dumb enough to bring him here. Now that he had Christina in his hands, there was no way he would fulfill the agreement with Jack. The latter could tell whosoever he wanted to snitch about this because he wasn't afraid.

The Hunter family was already holding Zach's wife hostage. Nelson believed that Zach wouldn't dare to jump up and down as long as she was in their custody. Therefore, he was free to play around with this new hostage before taking her home.

"Don't worry, you will get what we discussed. Now hurry up and get out of my way. I have greater things to do than to stand here listening to you whine." Nelson was incredibly turned on at the sight of Christina and almost yelled out his frustration at Jack.

After dismissing Jack with a flick of his wrist, Nelson turned back towards his guards and said, "Don't disturb me until I call you. Before that I don't want any of you to appear in my sight or disturb my fun by interrupting me. No matter what happens, solve it yourself. Now, skip away." before signaling them all to shoo away from the place so he could proceed with his favorite activity with the seductive Christina, who was busy glaring at him with blood in her eyes.

The guards tried to resist the order as they were afraid for his safety in such a remote place. Just when the leading guard was about to utter a few words of resistance, Nelson jerked his head towards him and bellowed, "Do you want me to fuck this woman in your presence then? Or do you just want to watch the fun...HUH?"

The guard cowered in front of the raging Nelson as he took a few steps back in order to show his obeisance. 

"Do what you are ordered to do. Don't try to use your shitty brains again in front of me." Nelson threw out a few more words before turning away from the guards knowing that they didn't have it in them to go against his orders.

As expected, the guards did what he wanted and retreated from the scene. Although they were all out of sight of their young master, they were vigilant and well trained enough to be able to respond to the slightest thing out of the ordinary. 

With all the annoying restrictive elements out of the way, Nelson felt like he could release the beast waiting to unleash its desire on Christina. He hurriedly moved in her direction as she stared back at him with fury burning in her eyes.

Instead of feeling even a tinge of guilt, Nelson felt extremely aroused to see the defiant look on Christina's face. He loved to break the spirit of such strong women in bed the most. Therefore, he was looking forward to what she would look like underneath him as he had his way with her.

Despite his arousal, he didn't dare to free Christina from her bounds considering the fact that she was far stronger than him or his guards. Instead, lunged towards her as he fumbled with his clothing and removed any extra layers, he was wearing so he could launch straight into action.

Just as he was about to shed the last item of clothing that kept his soldier from coming into the view of the damsel in distress, something shook his vision drastically. When the ceaseless tremors at last relinquished their grip, his surroundings were plunged into an abyss of darkness, akin to being ensnared within the confines of an exceptionally dense shroud. 

This obscure veil, impervious to any ray of light, seemed to have settled over his vision like a curtain drawn upon a stage, leaving him stranded in an enigmatic void. 

The aftermath of the seismic upheaval seemed to have ushered in a realm where time momentarily stood still, leaving him suspended within the enigma of the shadowy unknown.

A wave of searing pain surged through his entire being, much like an electric current racing through a circuit, as he slowly emerged from the numbing stupor triggered by the sudden shift. As his senses began to regain their footing, he found himself grounded, almost as if a giant's invisible hand had pressed him into the earth. 

Yet, before he could unravel the enigma of the external force that had forcefully planted him onto the ground, an even fiercer agony, akin to the bite of a relentless serpent, lanced through his wrist. The sensation was like a jagged blade relentlessly probing his nerve endings. 

The searing pain, the torturous throbs and the unknown attacker made his legs grow weak with fear and trepidation.

He raised his head, a thin layer of dirt coating its surface like a whispered secret. With a mixture of curiosity and caution, he endeavored to steal a fleeting glance at the elusive figure responsible for his sudden predicament. 

The aftermath of the mysterious event left his senses heightened, his pulse racing like his heart had forgotten its limits due to fright. 

The anticipation hung in the air, thick as the tension before a storm, as he sought to unravel the identity of the enigmatic force that had propelled him to his pathetic current state. 

The assailant didn't bother stopping him as they were too busy crushing his wrist with their foot, trampling on it like it was a worm that should not have been allowed to come into existence in the first place.

Caught in this perplexing situation, his choices seemed as scarce as a single coin in an empty wallet. Driven by a mix of urgency and fear, he exerted all his energy to cry out for help, aiming his voice towards his guards with the utmost force he could muster considering the precarious situation he found himself in. 

His trembling state didn't aid matters; the grip of fear was so strong that it threatened to send him into a state of panic. 

As a result, the voice that escaped his throat was barely discernible. It emerged as a feeble whisper, akin to the fragile plea of a timid soul, surrendering to a harsh and unyielding destiny. It sounded extremely meek and weak like the voice of a timid woman surrendering herself to cruel fate.

Regrettably, he found himself utterly incapacitated to ascertain the identity of his aggressor. The searing pain coursing through his body denied him even the faintest chance of investigating, regardless of any desire he might have had to do so.