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

Jerome was taken to another chamber this time around and was bound, hands and feet in more of the strange knot on a table in the center of the chamber. The chamber was the same as the one before—dark and bare of furniture, except for the table.

Csala didn’t dare leave him alone this time around. She stripped him naked, ready to do the deed.

Jerome looked at her with dread. He fancied beautiful women, but not beautiful women who wanted to enslave his soul.

“Don’t touch me!” he shouted through gritted teeth, “I’m warning you!”

He was still in a lot of pain from having his limbs broken. Csala hadn’t been gentle when she dragged him through the tunnels to this chamber as well. The journey through the tunnels up until now was a surprising one. The succubus only had a strip of her previous provocative gown on her. Her apparent sensuous body was put on display as she dragged Jerome through the tunnels of the mountain.

Jerome found it hard to look away from her body. What surprised him the most was the succubus: anytime their eyes met, she would turn red with embarrassment and look away. It was a quiet and uncomfortable journey. Making Jerome question her expression and emotions.

He could sense her anger and frustration, and also her embarrassment. How could someone who had had so many men for centuries act like she was? She did her best to cover up her embarrassment with her rage but Jerome still saw through it.

Jerome still had other cards to play but he needed the perfect moment to play them. He wasn’t even sure if his plan was a solid one. If it worked he could free himself from her clutches for good. If not…

~~~

Csala climbed on top of him slowly and angrily. The human had made her work for her meal. She had also been burned by his strange blue flames, her beautiful red hair got damaged as a result. Thankfully she was already fully healed but her favorite dress had been destroyed. Now she had no other choice but to behold her naked body to this fool who didn’t know what was good for him!

No man had ever seen her completely naked and no man had ever done to her what this little devil beneath her had done. She would make sure to wring him dry until he begged her for mercy! And even then she wouldn’t stop.

Csala tried probing his mind but to her surprise, she couldn’t. She couldn’t help but curse out in frustration at the kind of trouble she had picked up. She couldn’t let her race’s most guarded secret be exposed to a man.

If the human found out that succubi didn’t need to have sex with men before absorbing vitality, it could cause problems in the future if he manages to escape. The best option will be to kill him after she was done, but whose child will she be killing?

She remembered the many powerful humans in the human realm she had glimpsed from one of her prey, and she wouldn’t want to raise their ire. Fortunately, she’d read the mind of one of her captives long ago and found out that his family had ways to find out who killed him—even across worlds! It would be wonderful if she could leave him here to go see the old crone but that was a lost hope now.

It was best to never let him escape. Csala quickly calmed her heart and breathed an intoxicating scent on Jerome. Succubi had many weapons in their arsenal, one of which was their breath—a biological aphrodisiac.

It could put a man in a sexual frenzy, making them lose all thoughts of resistance.

Jerome’s blood began to boil all of a sudden. He wanted to take the succubus on top of him now more than ever. He became more aware of the suppleness of her body and the wetness pouring out between her legs. He knew this was her doing but, try as he may to resist her, he couldn’t.

Her huge bosom called to him and the dark beady nipples on them made him salivate. Jerome tried to reach up with his head, all thoughts of resisting her were blowing away on a nonexistent wind.

She bent down and used those succulent lips to kiss him once again. This time he did not pass out, but the intoxication increased. His control slipped away, and he started struggling to free himself from his shackles. Even with his broken limbs, he struggled. His eyes glazed over and his breathing became erratic.

Csala smiled to herself as she saw him struggling to free himself like a wounded beast. She could smell his arousal and found it intoxicating.

She used her fingertips to trace the edges of his muscular chest. Jerome didn’t have a lot of muscle on him, but he was still ripped and had an athletic body. Csala couldn’t help but sigh.

Such a strong and beautiful man, yet you’ll end up like the rest of them. “What a shame,” she said out loud.

Jerome’s member was already hard and ready to shoot, piercing her at the small of her back. She slowly reached behind her and positioned the tip of her index finger at the base of his large member, between the balls and the shaft.

Csala slid her finger upwards very slowly before grabbing him softly at the head, she slid her hand down and up again slowly. Letting the pressure build. Jerome writhed beneath her pushing his lower body upward every now and then.

Csala sped up with her hand and after a long while Jerome let loose a big load of seed. He splattered her back with so much, she was elated to the point of becoming light-headed.

“Mhm,” she moaned as she soaked up the vitality in his seed.

Jerome groaned for a few breaths—his lower body jerking back and forth as he spasmed in ecstasy—before his mind went blank. Peace. He wanted to go again. As soon as he opened his eyes, Csala’s mouth closed over his.

~~~

Csala kept stimulating Jerome for a very long time, wanting to tire him out so she could go see the old crone. There might not be enough time between leaving and coming back before the kid would regain himself. Her charm on him was wearing off quicker each time she used it on him. Soon the kid would become immune. Before then though, she planned to tire him out so he couldn’t move a muscle. However, the kid was like a dragon with never-ending stamina.

He kept up with her which she found intriguing but at the same time frustrating. Csala was just about done with another session and kissed him for the umpteenth time when she felt a strong pull on her mind. She was unable to resist the pull as she felt like she was going to pass out.

Csala struggled, grappling psychically with the unknown force that wanted to take her mind. But all her struggles were in vain. Her mind was forcefully pulled out of her body and she found herself waking up somewhere strange.

~~~

It worked!

It had finally worked. He had succeeded in pulling the succubus into his mental plane. Jerome remembered the Sovereign telling him that in here, he was god.

He watched as Csala’s eyes fluttered open, her beautiful face filled with shock. The air was cold and fresh and red-brown leaves were everywhere. She turned around slowly to take in the new environment. When her eyes met Jerome’s, she glared at him and shot forward.

Jerome didn’t move. He willed the world to hold her down with invisible hands and she hit the floor with a loud bang.

“What the hell!” she screamed.

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Jerome walked up to her. He was surprised to see that she was fully clothed in the red dress that got destroyed.

Perhaps that’s how she sees herself subconsciously, he thought and looked down at himself as well, he was also putting on black robe-like armor and his favorite royalty-issued boots.

“Welcome to Autumn, your new home,” Jerome said.

He wanted to express hatred for her but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to. Jerome sighed. He’d be lying to himself if he said he hated her. Instead, he wanted her. Far more than he was willing to admit. Jerome pulled himself up and took a deep breath of the autumn air.

A confused Csala stood up slowly beside him looking at him strangely with her mouth wide open.

“What are you?” she finally asked. “Where are we?”

Jerome searched her eyes for a moment but decided not to tell her anything. The mystery would make her rethink doing anything against him.

“Like I said before,” he spread his arms out. “This is your new home.”

Jerome turned around and vanished into thin air.

~~~

Csala didn’t know what was going on. One moment the human peaked out in her hand and the next something pulled her mind out of her body and they were both standing in a glade surrounded by trees. The air was chilled with signs of the coming winter and red-brown leaves fell from the trees. It was a beautiful forest, but it felt like a prison.

“What sort of trouble have I got myself in?” she muttered out loud.

Csala remembered attacking the kid just now. He was normal one moment but the next his presence grew to encompass everything around her suppressing her with a strength of will she never thought possible. That made her rethink attacking the kid again.

She looked around and tried to figure out where she was but she had never been to a place like this in Terra Praeta. Csala caught sight of the red dress on her body and gasped.

This was destroyed in the flame. How come…? The thought trailed off. The dress looked and felt real but she somehow knew it was not. Csala extended her perception and gasped at what she felt. Everything around her was different from what they should feel like. The whole world was like one big illusion.

She screamed in fear and ran forward, hoping to find a way out of this place. She had to get out of here. Succubi were known to be masters of illusion and dreams, yet someone had put her inside an illusion. One that she didn’t figure out quickly. If he wanted to kill her, he would have done so effortlessly.

~~~

Jerome sat up on the table as Suzie shredded its legs to pieces. He hit the ground with a thud, sandwiched between the tabletop and the beautiful succubus. The ropes binding him were set aside beside his armor. His broken limbs had more or less been healed by now. He picked up the soulless shell of the succubus and placed her on the tabletop next to him on the ground, his hands lingering for longer than necessary. She wasn’t dead yet, there was just no soul inside her, hence she was an empty vessel.

If she spent a few more days in this state, her body would begin to waste away. But that might also take months since she had probably lived for centuries. Her body would be able to endure.

Jerome felt the urge to ravage her where she lay as her naked body was laid bare before him. He restrained himself, forcing his eyes away before standing up to clean himself up. His bones creaked as he stood up and his muscles complained. He stretched for a while and took deep meditative breaths to center himself.

Jerome took his time to put on his armor. He searched through the many spatial rings he took out of Csala’s chambers until he found his. There were a lot of good things in the other rings, but many of them weren’t that useful to him though. He gathered the strange ropes Csala used to tie him up and sucked them into his spatial ring, including the spatial rings of the other Sprouts she had taken.

Jerome turned to her once again. He wondered why throughout their time she never had sex with him no matter how aroused she was. She only stimulated him to climax every single time not bordering on helping herself out.

That was some willpower you have, he thought. Or maybe there’s something more to it…

He gazed longingly at her once again. He could try to find out for himself. He took a step toward her with his heart racing in anticipation.

Wrong. It felt wrong. He shouldn’t be having thoughts of bedding an unconscious woman. He turned around and walked out of the chamber on rickety legs, slumping against the door as it reformed itself.

Jerome waited a while to calm his beating heart. He stood up after a while to go search for Csala’s other captives.

~~~

Jerome followed the direction in his memory to try locating the first chamber he was locked in, which was moot because he had passed out after Csala caught him trying to escape. He got lost after searching for a very long time so he decided to ask Csala for directions.

The succubus was a walking zombie when he re-entered the mind plane.

“What have you been up to?” Jerome asked.

Csala looked up at him and for the first time, Jerome saw fear in her eyes. She took a step back and shook slightly.

“Nothing. I’ve been doing nothing,” she said.

“Nothing but trying to escape, you mean.”

She shook her head vigorously trying not to use words because her voice had become shaky.

“How do I find my way around the tunnels? I need to get to the first chamber you locked me in. I also need to know about this mountain and Terra Praeta.”

“Ah,” she muttered, knowing what he wanted to do. She couldn’t stop him even if she wanted to, but she could bargain with him.

Jerome watched as the hopelessness in her eyes disappeared and was replaced by determination. She stood up straight and matched up to him, crunching leaves underneath her feet until she stood toe to toe with him. The cold wind blew both their hair into their faces as she looked up into his dark black eyes and he into her red ones.

“Free me and I’ll tell you what you want to know,” she said looking up at him.

Jerome looked down at her for a long moment before answering, “I could force the information out of you, you know?”

Csala gulped, her determination wavering for a split moment.

“You can try,” she said, “but you’ll never be able to read my mind.”

Time seemed to pause as they both stared at each other—Csala, waiting to see what he was going to try and him, waiting to see if she was going to back down.

“You’re gonna regret this,” Jerome said at last.

Csala folded her arms beneath her bosom, drawing Jerome’s gaze there for a moment before he looked up to see her smirking at him.

“Very well,” Jerome said and kissed her.

Csala felt the same force pull on her once more, but this time she was ready. She compressed her psychic energy and attacked blasting Jerome across the forest and into a tree in his trajectory. Jerome stood up after a moment and smiled at her as he walked up to her.

“You can’t take me by surprise now…what was your name again?” Csala asked.

Jerome was incensed at that. How could she forget his name when he remembered hers? He walked up to her with long, quick steps and kissed her again. This time he was a lot more meticulous, suppressing her will first and slowing down her advancing psychic energy. He could sense it as she gathered it around her like a fluid weapon pouring out of her.

Csala’s energy slowed down considerably and weakened in the process. It still blasted him away from her but not as far away and not as strong as it was the first time.

“Stay away from me,” she said, as Jerome stood up and walked toward her.

She started moving backward as Jerome stalked her like a predator.

“I only lack practice,” he said with a devilish smile, “but with you, I can get all the practice I need. And then…” he left the rest of the words unsaid but she got his meaning. He was going to get inside her head whether she liked it or not.

Csala ran. She ran and ran wanting to keep as much distance in between them. When did things become like this? Just a day ago she was the one stalking him and now the wheels of fate had turned around.

She broke into a clearing only to see the kid at the center of the clearing waiting for her. She tried to stop instantly like she always did but she couldn’t. Her body didn’t obey her like before. Was this even her body?

Csala dug her foot into the ground to stop herself before she got close to the devilish kid. She turned around and started running in the other direction but the air seemed to pick her up and dumped her in the kid’s waiting arms. His presence had grown as the air picked her up as if he was controlling it.

“You can’t run away from me, Csala. In here, I’m god,” Jerome whispered close to her ear.

His voice sent shivers down her spine which was strangely arousing. Csala shivered slightly—as much from excitement as from fear. She struggled in his arms but she couldn’t get her body to respond with the strength she once possessed.

Jerome turned her around to face him and tilted her head up with her chin.

“Now will you tell me what I want to know or should I continue?” he asked.

Csala gulped, “I’ll tell y-you…I’ll tell you all you want to know,” she said, her voice shivering from fear. If Jerome continued, he would sooner overcome her psychic powers and get what he wanted.

“Very well then,” he said with a smile, “let’s sit like civilized people.” A divan appeared out of thin air behind him and he sat down with Csala still in his arms.

Csala looked at him expecting him to put her down but Jerome appeared not to notice.

“So tell me what I want to know,” he said.

“You’ll have to put me down so I can draw a layout of the part of the mountain I visit,”

Jerome raised an eyebrow, “Can’t you just psychically pass the information to me?”

Csala looked away from him, “I don’t want stray thoughts and intentions clinging to whatever would be passed to you.”

Jerome nodded and set her down beside him. He waved his hand and the wind picked up, blowing away the dead leaves on the ground to reveal soil beneath. Csala’s hand was holding a stick in the next moment which startled her. She looked over at Jerome and he shrugged with a smile, gesturing for her to go on.

Csala took a deep breath and started drawing, explaining how she discovered the mountain a few hundred years ago.