Content warning: this chapter contains visual scenes of adult content.

Jerome woke up to a cold wet sensation on his body. He realized with a jolt that he was entirely naked, his body coated in a slippery layer of moisture. As he took in his surroundings, he realized he was in another chamber, with walls of stone, and darkness embraced the walls around him.

His hands were bound tightly by a rope, leaving him hanging in the air. He suddenly felt a wet tongue lapping at his skin from behind. With quick reflexes, Jerome lashed out with a foot, aiming a kick at the succubus behind him.

The succubus sprang back just in time, laughing at his futile attempt. With a smug look on her face, she turned him around to face her.

Jerome seethed with anger and embarrassment. He had never felt so exposed and vulnerable before, and the succubus' mocking laughter only added to his humiliation.

“How the hell did you take off my armor?!” He demanded.

The succubus just smirked.

“You’re a very powerful male specimen,” she purred in that sweet voice of hers as she gave him a thorough baptism with her eyes. She stopped to stare for long moments at the large member between his thighs, licking her lips sensually.

She could tell that Jerome was no ordinary Sprout. The vitality she tasted as she licked his skin was so abundant and pure, she’d never tasted the likes of it before. He also had very tough muscles even though he hadn’t completely filled them out, which showed evidence of his strength and vigor.

She also knew she had to be careful around this kid. Everyone she had ever kissed would fall head over heels for her—as long as they were Sprouts, but then only Sprouts visited Terra Praeta from their world. This one, however, didn’t react the same way as others.

The succubus walked around Jerome slowly, trailing his muscles with her index finger with a smile on her face.

“I’m going to enjoy you human,” she giggled and Jerome gulped loudly, his mind cooking up dirty scenes and his body responding generously to them.

“Well,” she stopped in front of him and bent down bringing her face a few inches away from his hardened member, “it seems you’ll enjoy me too.”

She blew warm air at him and Jerome groaned in near ecstasy. He shivered slightly and goosebumps rose on his skin.

“Get…away…from me,” he managed to croak out. His head was already swirling with erotic images and his resolve to keep away from her was on the verge of shattering.

“We’ll see how long you can resist me. Hahaha,” she laughed and walked away.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Jerome said. His voice was still heavy with lust.

The succubus stopped and glided back to him, her wide hips swaying with tantalizing slowness. Jerome swallowed hard and forced his eyes away from her curves. She stopped close to him. Very close that his member pressed against her body.

Jerome looked down and found he was pressed between her huge goods—which seemed to have been uncovered completely. The pleasure he felt at that moment was so intense that he couldn’t stop himself from rocking forward.

Jerome groaned as he fought to move away from her. His body, however, didn’t get the memo. The succubus ground herself against him. She held her bust in both hands, squeezing his member as she moved up and down to increase the pleasure. Jerome pulled back only to push his hips forward again.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” the succubus said. Her voice was barely a whisper. “Just let go.”

Jerome rocked against her again and again, unable to stop himself. The pressure in his lower parts continued to build up, though he was already lost in ecstasy. He barely noticed the build-up of pressure until it was to the extent, he thought he was going to burst…

And moments later he did, jerking uncontrollably from the pleasure. The succubus moaned as his seed decorated her chest. Hearing her moans roused Jerome’s blood and he tried to free himself from his bonds.

The succubus noticed that his huge member between her bust didn’t relax one bit, as if it could go on forever. She smiled brightly at that and looked up at Jerome.

“Calm down, love,” she called out to him, and Jerome felt his head clear up. The succubus smiled.

“What did you do to me?” Jerome asked, unsure of how to feel. He felt really good…mellowed, but he also felt bad that he had let the succubus seduce him. Jerome couldn’t help but think that he should hate her. He did hate her, but where did all the hate go?

This must be part of her charm, he thought. To make members of the opposite sex ‘want’ her.

“That’s two questions, love. I’ll only answer the first one for now,” she said as stroked Jerome’s muscle-toned body. “That’s a very powerful metal you have inside you, many have tried to use it to kill me before now, but all have failed…visha stirh’aun, is it not?” she said not even looking up at him as she spoke.

Jerome’s breath stopped for a moment as he tried to wrap his head around how she knew the name of the metal.

“My psychic energy is a lot more powerful than yours, however, so pushing it back into your body—which I find quite fascinating—was no problem at all,” the succubus said.

Jerome’s member jerked between her bust and she looked up, giving him a bright smile. Jerome frowned and looked away, his face heating up in embarrassment.

“If you want to know something you can always just ask, however, you’ll have to do something for me as well,” she said with a knowing smile.

She pushed off Jerome and licked her lips—her gown already covering half her bust, her gaze never leaving his lower body. Her gaze caused him to grow another shade of red as he tried to look anywhere else but at her, yet his eyes kept betraying him. His hardened member also strained to reach her, refusing to comprehend that the storm had passed.

Jerome’s eyes flitted briefly to the evidence of their activity on her chest, his eyes betrayed him and lingered. Jerome gulped.

“What’s your name?” he asked. “I’m Jerome.”

The succubus smiled brightly at him again, “You may call me Csala, love. No one has ever asked my name before.”

“Ahem. It felt right to ask,” he said, wanting to turn away from her, but his eyes kept drinking in her form.

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She brought her hand to her chest and touched the sticky liquid on her and with a slight gesture, it folded in on itself into her palm. Jerome gulped once more at that, doing his best to look away.

He had no idea how she did that. There was no essence or mental energy.

“I’ll be right back, love. Don’t go anywhere,” she said and walked toward the wall behind him.

He didn’t want her to go. Jerome almost blurted out his desire for her to stay but he held himself back and bit his tongue a little harder than he wanted.

Good. The pain would keep my mind sharp. “As if I can,” he said. The rope she used to bind him was unbelievably sturdy—far more than he expected.

Jerome spied on her with his perception as she left. She didn’t touch anything but a part of the wall she stood before, crumbled to the floor. As soon as she passed through, the wall repaired itself.

Jerome cursed in his heart. She probably used her ‘psychic’ powers to open and close the door, he concluded. But he couldn’t sense it because she was more powerful than him and was quite adept at wielding ‘psychic’ energy.

“Psychic energy,” Jerome muttered. It was surprising hearing the term in Terra Praeta. But he’d still go with mental energy. Psychic energy felt broader. Maybe sacred artists developed abilities that could be considered psychic as they grew older. Jerome made up his mind to ask Rihal or Kilian when he got back.

He waited for Csala to walk far away before he acted. She walked a short distance, but the rhythm of her footsteps changed. The change was very minute. If he didn’t have incredible hearing, he would have missed it. Jerome raised his eyebrows in surprise as the footsteps receded into the distance, but he knew she was still there, yet he couldn’t sense her.

“I know you’re there, Csala. You can’t fool me,” he called out. “Those aren’t your steps receding into the distance.”

Right then, Csala giggled softly. Her voice carried into the chamber from just behind the door.

Jerome scrunched his brows unhappily at that. She knew he’d try to escape again so she feigned leaving. Thanks to his powerful senses, he would have been fooled and would probably have revealed other hidden cards he had yet to play.

“What?” Csala asked, “Can’t I have a little fun with you?” She giggled again.

The sound of her voice assaulted his senses rousing his member once more. He had finally got it calm down, but a few words from her undid all his hard work.

“Don’t you find me beautiful?” she began talking to him in whispers with her alluring voice. “I’m sure your damsel isn’t as beautiful as I am. Just say the word and I’ll give you another unforgettable experience…”

Jerome gritted his teeth and shut his eyes to meditate. Those words were too tempting, and he was beginning to see reasons why he should accept. He forcefully shut her out as he began cycling to calm his nerves. He meditated for a long time, absorbing the sparse essence in the air and needing more. It took a long time before his nerves calmed down. When he opened his eyes she was gone…for real this time.

Does she not deem me an actual threat that she left my core unsealed? Jerome mused.

~~~

Csala walked back to her chambers with a skip in her steps. She was so happy about her new catch she almost began singing. Humans come in different shapes and sizes, with different strengths and vigor. This one was among the biggest and strongest she had ever found. She smiled to herself as she remembered the size of him, the bliss he felt when he came, and the concentration of vitality in his seed was beyond what a normal Sprout from their world should have.

Maybe he belongs to one of those big clans I saw in the memories of my previous meals. Her mood soured at that. If the kid belonged to one of those big clans she’d be hard-pressed to milk him dry. Some of those big clans had ways of knowing the reason behind the deaths of their children. And it'll be unwise to raise their ire against her.

“Fucking essence-wielding humans,” she cursed.

Csala walked into her chambers which were deep down in the mountain, farther down than anyone else had ventured in centuries. The mist that was the door reformed as she walked into an opulent room with a king-sized four-poster bed at the center.

The room was draped in red curtains, giving it a sensual atmosphere. There was a walk-in closet to her left and a reading table and chair to her right, giving the room a little homey feeling. Csala walked up to the table and sat down on her chair, tossing Jerome’s spatial ring on top of the pile already there. She had a worried look on her face as she thought about how to satisfy herself with the kid without taking his life.

I’ll go see the old crone later. It’s time she paid back a debt or two she owes me, she thought and walked up to her bed to take a nap.

~~~

Jerome opened his eyes after a long while of silence. The succubus had gotten bored and walked away when he didn’t respond to her. He studied the rope he was dangling from and tried once again to pull his hands out. He tried burning it and cutting it, but the knot held true.

Jerome looked at the hook which held the rope he was tied to.

Perfect, he thought. Though there was no light in the chamber, he could see that the hook he was dangling from was rusting. With a thought, Suzzie shot out of his hand like thin threads and lashed onto the hook.

It visibly devoured the hook until nothing but rust remained. Jerome dropped to the floor with the rope in tow. He landed silently on the floor and quickly rushed over to his leather armor.

With fire attribute essence, he dried his body and quickly put on his armor. He searched everywhere for his spatial ring but didn’t find it.

Fucking succubus! he thought.

Now he’d have to confront her before leaving this place.

Jerome pocketed the strange rope and walked up to the wall she left through to try and figure out how to open the entrance. After trying for about half an hour he gave up. He’d just have to break out the old-fashioned way. Walking up to the left wall adjacent to the entrance, he placed his hand on the wall and started cycling while muttering his mantra.

The earth aura in the room shot up almost immediately which surprised Jerome. He focused on the task at hand and pushed with the power of the earth. Since the focus was a small portion of a wall, huge chunks of rock and soil came tumbling down revealing another wall. Jerome was infuriated. But looking at the second wall, he gasped in surprise.

The wall looked nothing like a cave wall. It looked like it was built and designed by an intelligent being. There were runes that seemed similar to Jerome on it.

Where have I seen those before? Rihal’s eyes! And Elder Duten’s eyes! Jerome was a little baffled.

What’s going on?

He decided not to dwell on this new discovery right now. He quickly touched the wall to get a feel for it. The wall didn’t feel like any material he had touched before. It was neither metal nor wood…not even concrete. He summoned Suzzie to burrow into the wall but after so many trials and no change to the wall he gave up.

“What the hell are you made of?” he asked out loud, frustrated. He decided to expose every part of the wall to find a weak point.

~~~

Csala rifled through the human’s spatial ring with a simple scan to see if there would be anything that suited her. She had discovered a lot of useful things from many of the humans that came to Terra Praeta. Most of her provocative dresses came from female humans who she captured from time to time. She couldn’t feed on them as only a man’s passion and vitality could sate her. Her male counterparts, the incubi, would have a swell time with them—if they haven’t all died off.

Csala only found lots of spears and dark robes, there were a few roasted magic beasts, some high-grade crystal stones and coins, and a few pouches. She pushed her perception into the pouches but found nothing that was of any significance to her. Throwing his ring atop the small pile of spatial rings on her table, she got ready to go visit the old crone.

Maybe I should see my new meal…perhaps have a little snack before heading out, she smiled to herself as she left her chambers.

Csala took her time strolling toward the human’s cell, humming lightly to herself and fantasizing about how she would eat him up. She was sure he couldn’t escape even though he could set himself free from the rope hanging him from the ceiling. She stopped herself from scanning the room, wanting to see his face wreathed in frustration when she opened the chamber.

That room was a fortress, and nothing could break through the walls. The whole mountain itself was far more than meets the eye. Csala couldn’t help but imagine the look of helplessness on his face when he realized he was running a fool’s errand.

She got to the chamber where she left the human and unsealed the entrance with a big smile on her face ready to mock him. That smile turned to surprise…and then dread. The human had escaped his imprisonment.