Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 788 Will And Desire 7

Coco's frustration grew as he witnessed Victor's ensnarement in the baroness's illusion. Despite his weakened state, Coco's mind raced for a solution, understanding the critical nature of the situation.

The baroness's seduction ability wasn't just powerful; it was precise, tapping directly into the deepest desires and vulnerabilities of its target.

Victor, caught in the depths of his yearning for Allison, was particularly susceptible.

Coco, despite his vast knowledge and experience with dark and chaotic magic, found himself at a rare loss.

Each attempt he made to break the spell, to disrupt the illusion with bursts of chaotic energy, proved futile.

The Baroness, with a mere flick of her wrist or a disdainful glance, dismissed his efforts effortlessly.

It was like trying to breach a fortress with pebbles; his attacks, though potent in their own right, were simply inadequate against the baroness's refined control and power.

The desperation in Coco's actions was palpable. He knew that if the baroness succeeded in fully captivating Victor, the consequences would be dire. Not only would it mean losing a valuable ally in this crucial moment, but it would also signify a deeper, more personal defeat.

Coco's attacks, chaotic and wild as they were, carried with them a sense of urgency, a silent plea for Victor to awaken from his trance.

Yet, as each attack was swatted away, Coco's hope began to dim. The baroness's power was not just in her magic but in her ability to weave illusions so convincing, so tailored to the heart's vulnerabilities, that breaking free seemed almost a Herculean task.

And then it happened:

Victor!" "Yes, my love!" he answered.

"Do you still love me?" She asked, her tone doubting his affection for her. Immediately, Victor nodded like a pecking chicken, "Yes, I do! I love you with all my heart. And I have loved you for every day since I can remember."

Allison nodded shyly, "are you sure?"

Victor nodded again.

"Then show me..." *RIP* She ripped off his shirt.

Pushing him to the ground, she ripped off the rest of his clothes.

Victor was bare naked before her.

Even as an old man, he was still well-ripped with muscles, and the fine lines on his body were evidence that for even a day, he had not stopped working out.

Her seductive fingers traced lines down his chest. They were long and sharp.

The baroness licked the side of her lips. Her tiny tongue was evidence of her desire.

Suddenly, she mounted Victor, and with a little trace of her darkline magic around his member, he had become as erect as a sword pointing to the heavens.

Without wasting time, she placed his hardness against the hole in between her legs and took him inside her.

This action saw that both of them moaned loudly to the pleasure of penetration.

And then she began slowly, moving her waist and grinding against him.

Lenny was facing Cuban in the sky, both of them, about to battle harshly with blood.

It was at this time that he noticed what was happening below.

When Lenny was checking out Cuban and the Baroness, He had seen seduction as part of her abilities. contemporary romance

But as a title, he remembered seeing Assaulter.

And here it was.

She was literally assaulting Victor.

But more than that, he could see what was happening down there because of Appraiser.

The thing with assaulting Victor was that she was steadily taking his life essence.

Victor himself did not know this, but she was draining his Cosmic energy.

She was essentially killing him.

Slowly, he began to age even more as life left his body.

Meanwhile. The baroness rode even more as she gained both life and magic, his essence of living from their intimate connection.

All the while, Victor believed that he was having intercourse with his beloved wife.

Every moan for pleasure was music to his ears, and he raised his hands, cupping the two molds of flesh on her chest.

They were like marshmallows to the feel as his fingers sank into her breasts.

"FUCK!" Lennh cursed harshly.

This was supposed to be a battlefield and not a 'battlefield'.

He knew that Victor needed his help.

He needed to help his friend if not it would be the end of him.

Lenny could see it. Victor's face had sunken badly.

He was slowly becoming a dried flesh and bones.

Even his white hair fell.

With a roar for power and might, Lenny tried to interfere, but it was no use.

Besides, the vast difference in strength between him and Cuban was starting to show.

After all, Cuban was a Rank 5, and he was a rank 3 Great Demon.

Also, he did not know how to battle with blood and simply control them using the existing authority of the plane.

Meanwhile, Cuban could turn the blood around him into all kinds of weapons and shoot them at Lenny.

Lennh fired blasts of white flames from time to time and attacked using his weapons, but it was of no use.

Cuban was essentially made of blood. He did not even need to move in other to dodge an attack.

His blood parts ways like the Red sea, giving way for Lenny's attacks to never reach.

This was slowly becoming a very frustrating battle.

Lenny had heard of home advantage during a game or battle, but this was the very first time that he was experiencing it.

Because of the subplane, he was at a great disadvantage in the battle.

Whether it was his white flames, weapons, or just brutal attacks, the rule of the subplane negated it.

And when he incorporated the blood in the attack, Cuban would simply just avoid it. Running around the battlefield as if his goal had never been to battle Lenny but to exhaust him.

Lenny suddenly had an idea. It would take a significant Stamina from him.

But if he did it, it might work.

Instantly, he activated it... *WILL!*

The moment he did, even Cuban sensed the change in his opponent.