Succubus Master
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Chapter 10: Chasing the Murderer on the Island (I)
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 10: Chasing the Murderer on the Island (I) - A cowardly adventurer named Roger is reborn by the God of Chaos, Hades. Offered forbidden power, he must choose whether to serve, betray, or rise against the god—and in doing so, may change the fate of the world.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mind Control Slavery Fiction GameLit High Fantasy Magic Were animal Demons BDSM Torture Polygamy/Polyamory Transformation
The moonlight was dim and the temperature was particularly low on winter nights. Roger was shivering in the cold wind even though he was wrapped in a thick cotton coat. But Matar, who was lying next to him, was only wearing a short coat over her usual clothes and seemed to be completely unaffected by the temperature. This made Roger admire him very much.
According to Matar, the winters in her hometown of Samir are ten times colder than here, and she only wears this when she goes out hunting, not to mention the winter here.
Since they learned Jerry’s residence from Lena that day, they split into two teams, Roger and Matar monitored Jerry, and Randy and Elfa watched Tom. They were sure that this matter had something to do with those charlatans from the Gathering Religion, so they had been waiting for them to show up.
But they waited for four days. Since they arrived in Klin, the Nords had not shown up, and there were no more missing people on the island. This made them more certain that the missing people were abducted by the Gathering Religion.
Because waiting was boring, Roger started chatting with Matar in a low voice. Both of them are adventurers with rich experience. Once they start talking, they can’t stop. They chat about everything from Samir to Lyon, and from Lyon to the freeland, the starry land, epic magic, weapons and arms.
After lying in wait patiently for four nights, they finally waited for the person who was supposed to come. Several dark shadows took advantage of the night and sneaked towards Jerry’s cottage in the rice field. Although they tried to move as gently as possible to minimize the noise, they also crouched very low. But none of this could escape the Matar’s sharp eyes.
Matar was about to chase after them, but was stopped by Roger.
“Wait a minute, let’s see where they’re taking Jerry. If we follow them, we might be able to find their lair.”
After a while, those men came out of Jerry’s house. Judging from the sacks they carried on their shoulders, it looked like they were Jerry and his family. Roger and Matar hurriedly followed, and relying on Matar’s sharp eyes, the two followed them slowly.
They followed them all the way to a cave near the shore, and Roger and Matar watched several people carry the sacks into the cave.
The two waited for those guys to go in for a long time before they sneaked in quietly. From time to time, the wet cave with a slight smell of earth could be heard whistling wind and the intermittent voices of those guys. The two of them pricked up their ears and it sounded like some ancient and obscure spells.
As they got closer, they were now separated from the group by a large rock. In the empty cave, the candlelight flickered, and the shadows of several figures cast on the rocks were distorted like demons. As soon as their spells stopped, one of them was heard saying something in Nordic.
Roger and Matar were both well-traveled people who knew a little about Nordic. Judging from the man’s voice, he should be a young man. He was asking another person in confusion: “Uru, when will our magic take effect? This is the fifth person.”
The other voice sounded a little more vicissitudes of life. He said in a deep voice: “The blood sacrifice of the Gathering God is a six-pointed star formation. One person must be sacrificed in each corner. We have sacrificed five people now, and we are still short of one person. It just so happens that the leading farmer has not been brought here yet. Once Kajie and the others capture the farmer, we can summon the servants of the Gathering God.”
“Aren’t there these women and children? Do we have to wait so long?” the young man asked anxiously.
“No! Women and children’s bodies are not as strong as those of adult men. They are lowly bodies. How can they be qualified to withstand the magic power of the servants of God. These are foods to fill the hunger of the servants of God after they come. Don’t mess around.” The man named Uru scolded.
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