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    Jonathan reclined against the plush pillows of his bed within the Dread Tower, his gaze drifting over the opulent furnishings of his quarters. The room was a testament to Gothic grandeur, high arched ceilings, dark stone walls, tapestries depicting scenes of debauchery, Fade''s tower really had a certain cartoonish hentai villain vibe. A oval window overlooked the moonlit landscape of Adearath, he could see the top of canopies of the forests, and the large swaths of desolate wasteland that immediately around the tower.

    Despite the luxurious surroundings, Jonathan''s mind was preoccupied. He had been captured, rescued, and now found himself in an uneasy alliance, although it is likely he was still not truly free, did he just swap one jailor for another? He reflected on his time with Yianna and the daring escape from the Resistance''s compound. The queen had proven to be an unexpected ally, and her guidance had been instrumental in his survival. He hoped she was alright, he had yet to see her since they had arrived. Even if her husband wanted to turn Jonathan into a weaponised-cum-factory, Yianna had been nothing but helpful.

    Jonathan had been informed of his companions locations. According to Fade''s flying spies, Saikhi, Talitha, Alistar, and the Sentinels were actually heading right towards the Dread Tower. That was good. Even though Saikhi had been a captive, she had somehow escaped. Maybe the Tracker had kept his promise.

    Another piece of information made Jonathan feel mixed emotions, apparently Zigarete was dead. As much as she had been a constant thorn in Jonathan''s side, and as much as Zigarete had wanted to kill Jonathan, Jonathan did not have the same malice toward her. She did remind her of his ex-girlfriend Margery after all. At least he wouldn''t have to worry about being impaled by her anymore.

    Yianna entered Jonathan''s room, a soft knock heralding her arrival. Her once regal posture seemed to sag with an uncharacteristic weariness, and there was a certain dishevelment to her hair that hadn''t been there before. Jonathan noticed the subtle changes in her demeanour; the slight limp in her gait, the way she winced as she lowered herself onto the edge of his bed. Although despite her sluggish motion, a smile adorned her face.

    "Jonn," she began, her voice carrying the weight of gratitude. "I wanted to thank you. I know it was your request to Marra that ensured my safety."

    Jonathan regarded her with a curious intensity. There was something about Yianna that seemed off, a certain something that didn''t quite add up. Her legs appeared sore, the hem of her dress hitched just enough to reveal a hint of chafing around her thighs. Her hair, usually neatly braided, was now a tangled mess, as though she had been in a frenzied fight.

    "Are you okay, Yianna?" Jonathan asked, concern lacing his words. "You seem... different."

    Yianna offered him a reassuring nod. "It''s nothing you need to worry about, Jonn" she replied, her tone gentle yet firm. "Just some... lingering effects from our escape."

    Jonathan wasn''t entirely convinced. The aura of recent sexual activity was hard to ignore, especially in a world where such encounters were as common as the air they breathed. But he chose not to press the issue. Instead, he shifted the conversation back to their shared circumstances.

    "I''m just glad you''re safe," he said, meaning every word. "We''re in this together, after all." Jonathan awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

    Yianna nodded, her expression softening. "Yes, we are," she agreed. "And I intend to repay your kindness, Jonn. You''ve given me a second chance at life, and I won''t squander it."

    As she spoke, Jonathan couldn''t help but feel a strange sense of kinship with Yianna. Their shared escape had made the two feel closer than the time they had spent together would suggest.

    Jonathan, feeling the weight of recent events, decided to broach a topic that had been nagging at him. With a sincere tone, he asked, "Yianna, how are you coping… with the loss of your husband."

    Yianna''s eyes, once alight with a fiery determination, now flickered with a melancholic hue. A sigh escaped her lips, a sound that seemed to carry the burden of her grief. "It''s... difficult," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hokk and I had our differences, but he was still my husband, the father of my children. And my daughters... who knows what happened to them."

    Jonathan, sensing the depth of her sorrow, reached out to gently squeeze her hand in a gesture of shared mourning but pulled his hand back after realising that a simple touch would turn the melancholy to desire.

    "I''m sorry for your loss, Yianna." Jonathan didn''t know what more to say.

    "Thank you, Jonn, your kindness means a lot to me."

    The two sat in silence for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts. Jonathan, couldn''t help but wonder about the future of the Resistance. With their leader Hokk gone, what would become of them? Would they continue to fight against the Empire?

    "I must go, I promised to help with… cooking, as a condition of my stay here." Yianna stood up. Her words seemed to be hiding something deeper going on but Jonathan didn''t press further.

    "Talk soon, get some rest." Jonathan said as he escorted Yianna out of the room.

    "Yeah. Rest." Yianna gave Jonathan another soft smiled as she left the room.

    Sometime later, Marra sauntered into Jonathan''s chamber, her hips swaying with a predatory grace that was both mesmerizing and unnerving. The succubus queen wore a mischievous smile as she closed the door behind her, her eyes locked onto Jonathan with an intensity that left no doubt about her intentions.

    "Jonn Nightmare," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to fill the room. "I''ve come for what I desire."

    Jonathan, reclining on the bed, raised an eyebrow at her straightforwardness. He had been expecting a visit from Marra at some point, but this was sooner than expected. He sat up, as he regarded the demoness with a wary gaze.

    "What can I do for you?" Jonathan knew what she wanted but it didn''t hurt to ask.

    Marra approached the bed, her every movement exuding confidence and raw sexuality. She climbed onto the mattress, her gaze never leaving Jonathan''s as she straddled his lap. Her hands rested on his chest, her fingers tracing the contours beneath the fabric of his shirt. He was caught off-guard, fortunately he was yet touch Marra''s skin, so he might be able to get out of this.

    "I want you to fuck me, Jonn," she said bluntly, her eyes gleaming with unabashed desire. "I want to feel the power of your sorcery firsthand."

    Jonathan''s cock stiffened from Marra''s words and pressed against his pant''s fabric, his body responding instinctively to her proximity. Yet, he hesitated.

    "I''m not so sure about that," he admitted, as he shifted awkwardly underneath her. "I''ve heard... things about succubi. About how they feed on the life force of others during sex."

    A chuckle escaped Marra''s lips, a sound that held both amusement and a hint of exasperation. "Oh, Jonn," she said, shaking her head slightly. "You''ve been listening to too many old wives'' tales. I assure you, I am more than capable of enjoying a good fuck without you coming to any harm."

    Jonathan studied her for a long moment, searching for any sign of deception. When he found none, he let out a sigh of resignation.

    "Alright," he conceded, a hint of reluctance still present in his voice, if he didn''t get this over with then Marra would just continue hounding him. "But I have one condition."

    "Oh? Don''t worry, I always swallow." Marra lips curving into a knowing smile.

    "Not that. I mean, that would be good but I am more talking about afterwards," Jonathan continued, "I get to rest. No interruptions. Just... sleep."

    Marra''s smile widened, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "Agreed," she said, leaning forward to capture his lips in a searing kiss.

    Jonathan''s heart pounded in his chest as Marra''s lips moved against his. Her hands roamed his body, pulling at his clothes with an urgency that was both exciting and a little terrifying. Her eyes glowed when she touched him, as if the desire she felt was powering her.

    As their clothes fell away, Marra''s gaze darkened with lust. Her fingers danced over his skin, tracing the lines of his chest, his abdomen, and lower, until she wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock. Jonathan groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as she began to stroke him with a practiced ease.

    "You''re quite impressive, Jonn Nightmare," Marra murmured, her voice husky with desire. "Your power is intoxicating. I''m not sure if I am going to be able let you go."

    Marra''s eyes locked onto Jonathan''s as she descended upon him with grace. Her lips parted, revealing the wet, warm sanctuary of her mouth that was eager to envelop his manhood. With a sultry moan that vibrated along his shaft, she took him in, her head bobbing in a rhythm that was both maddening and mesmerizing. Her hands, deft and demanding, worked in tandem with her lips, stroking and squeezing. Jonathan''s body tensed, a groan escaped him as Marra worshipped his cock. Her desire was a palpable force, and he wasn''t even sure if she had been affected by his ability.

    Marra, with the fluid motion of a succubus well-versed in the art of carnal pleasures, mounted Jonathan''s eager manhood, her hips bounced as she impaled herself upon his thick length. Jonathan was straddled. Marra''s hands splayed across his chest, not merely to balance herself but to exert a dominating pressure, a silent declaration of her control over the rhythm. Each downward plunge sending shivers up her spine. Jonathan''s hands gripped the sheets beneath him as he held on for dear life.

    "Tell me," Marra inquired, her voice punctuated by the rhythm of her hips, "have you been deliberately guiding your comrades into compromising situations?"

    Jonathan''s eyes snapped open, a flicker of surprise—and a hint of guilt—crossing his features.

    "I... I don''t know," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe... subconsciously."

    Marra''s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "Tell me the truth, Jonn," she whispered, her power compelling him to obey. "Why do you seek out these naughty situations for your women?"

    Jonathan''s breath caught in his throat as the truth spilled from his lips, a confession that he had already known. "I... I love watching them," he admitted, his cheeks flushing with a mixture of shame and arousal. "Seeing them give in to their lust, watching them surrender to the desires that they''ve tried so hard to suppress... it''s so fucking hot so see them act like sluts and take cock after cock." Why did he just admit that?

    Marra chuckled, her hand still moving rhythmically over his length. "Oh, Jonn," she said, her voice filled with dark amusement. "You''re more depraved than I thought. But I must admit, it''s refreshing to see someone embrace their baser instincts so wholeheartedly." Marra giggled, her fingers trailing along Jonathan''s chest as she rode him with an expert''s ease. "Oh, Jonn," she said, her voice dripping with amusement and satisfaction, "you truly have no idea, do you?"

    Jonathan''s eyes narrowed, a sense of unease creeping into his mind. He was about to ask what she meant when Marra leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered a revelation that sent a jolt of surprise through his body.

    "Yianna," she purred, her words a sultry caress that seemed to echo in the room, "has already given in. She''s fucked Fade, as she needed to deal with the lust you gave her."

    "Oh fuck." Jonathan almost came right there and then. The thought of Yianna succumbing to her desires was almost too much for him to handle. He remembered Yianna''s sore legs, her tangled hair, and the subtle signs of recent sexual activity. It all made sense now.

    Marra, sensing Jonathan''s inner turmoil, grinned wickedly, her eyes gleaming with dark delight. "Didn''t you notice?" she asked, her tone teasing as she ground her hips against his, her walls clenching around his shaft. "The way she walked, the flush on her cheeks... Yianna has been thoroughly fucked, and she loved every moment of it."

    Marra''s laughter filled the room, a sound that was both beautiful and cruel. "Don''t look so shocked, Jonn," she said, her hips still moving in that maddening rhythm. "You''ve been turning all the women around you into insatiable cock-sluts. Yianna was just quicker than expected."

    Jonathan''s breath hitched as Marra''s words sank in. He had always known that his power could have profound effects on those around him, but he had never stopped to consider the full extent of its influence. And now, Yianna—a woman who had risked everything to help him—had fallen prey to the same lustful cravings that he had unwittingly unleashed upon Saikhi, Talitha, and even Zigarete. "You may not want to admit it, Jonn Nightmare, but deep down, you''re just as depraved as I am." Sёar?h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    As Jonathan surrendered to the relentless onslaught of pleasure, his mind filled with images of Yianna, of Saikhi, of all the women whose lives he had irrevocably altered with his touch, he couldn''t help but wonder if Marra was right. Was he truly no better than a sex-demon. Using his power to manipulate and control those around him for his own twisted desires? And as he reached his climax, spilling his seed deep within Marra''s welcoming depths. The answer, he feared, was yes.