Ferrek Hill wakes up in her tent, which is said to be a tent, but in fact, the tent is large enough to accommodate Ferek Hill and her six more adored lovers today. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoLike most succubi, they use the male skin they have bewitched to make blankets under their feet, and then use the hair of their wives or daughters to weave sheets, drapery, and chair cushions, and as they walk in their rooms, the male spirits who are obsessed with them will emerge on their skin, rubbing the hooves of the succubi with the tip of their tongues that are no longer there, and while they lie on the bed, the women who are full of jealousy and hatred have to sing seductive songs for them, and in every corner of the room, almost ostentatiously, sprinkled with solid stones and precious stones, they glowThe more precious jewels are placed in an ebony dressing table decorated with blood-stained nails, and a Mithril-painted mirror with dark runes, on which each succubus will make some small spell of his choice, or a gift from a lover, in short, each mirror has a different purpose.

But if there is anything that the succubus has the most favored and boastful ornaments, it is probably the men who succumb to their charms, humans, demons, devils, giants, orcs...... They are all the best of the said group, lured by succubi, willing to come to the abyss of danger, their lives are often extremely short, after all, succubi are also one of the demons, their mood and preferences are always unpredictable - and if these males, or males, for some reason become weak or cowardly (especially humans), the succubi will not hesitate to withdraw their protection and care for him - When these confused main material plane hillbillies walked around alone on the streets of the devil, no one knew how many pairs of greedy eyes would peep at him.

But there are also some lovers, if he does impress the succubus, then the succubus may keep a part of him as a memory, sometimes a finger, sometimes an eye, or maybe the most important part of the male, Ferrek Hill occasionally thinks about whether he should leave some of Cremar's flesh and blood in advance, after all, in the bloody battle, a dragonborn may not be able to escape the end of the bones, but he has disappointed and excited the succubus again and again, if there is anything that this man does not like so much in the main material plane, then in the bottomless abyssHe was transformed into a new being in the blood of others and himself like those demons who had been fortunate enough to be promoted, and he even made Ferek Hill feel a little infatuated, which could be described as dangerous for a succubus, but the daughter of Grazt had almost been conquered by this thrilling feeling of walking on the edge of a knife's edge, which she hadn't felt in a long time- The earliest time she could think of it was when she was summoned by her father, the Edark Lord Grazt, to the place where the god of wealth was imprisoned, Wojin, and watched as the abyssal monster sucked the radiant divine power from her body, and then injected it into her body...... It was a strange feeling, and each time, she felt like she was going to die, purified or torn apart by the divine power of the goddess, but she knew with certainty that she would be reborn, new and powerful.

She stretched, and a male Tafulin, a young man with some orc blood, woke up immediately, but Ferrek Hill or everyone in the tent knew he might not have slept at all, but no one would be stupid enough to touch him, because everyone was- Silky silk robes fell from Ferrekhill's shoulders, and a male succubus tied her with a delicate phalanx belt, which had been given to her by one of Ferrekhill's lovers, with the fingers of the most dexterous weavers, and they struck each other as they swayed, grasping each other, and weaving patterns - they could weave no less than a hundred and twenty patterns in a row, at least so the succubus's lover said, and in each joint was set with a sparkling gem.

"What about Cremar?" asked Ferrekhill, "is he gone again?" while I was asleep. She saw the jealousy on the face of the male Taylin, but so what, he could be a great king or a mage in the mortal world, but in the bloody battle, it was already good that he could not let himself be swallowed by the whirlpool of demons and demons, and he couldn't become a powerful combat force that Ferek Hill would also applaud and praise like the black-haired dragonborn, and the demon lord had already offered to exchange him with Ferek Hill, and promised that once he became his subordinate, he would immediately transform him into a high-level demon, In this way, Ferrek Hill can still have her lover to a certain extent - it would be a mistake to say that Ferekhill has not been tempted by those rich rewards, but she can certainly possess Cremar, but can she transform the black-haired dragonborn into demons and other ...... Some parts that she didn't know about still belonged to the six-fingered prince, her father, His Highness Grazt, she had to find all kinds of ways to perfunctory those colleagues, yes, she loved him very much, especially his current form, maybe in thirty years, or fifty years, a hundred years later, she would be willing to give up, anyway, the reincarnation of demons will never end, right?

But perhaps, as the devils say, there is a trace of truth in all lies, and Ferrek Hill is sure that deep down, he doesn't want this black-haired dragonborn to be transformed into a demon, and every transformed demon, the devil is only allowed to leave the most incomplete and vague memories, they have been a new existence since the beginning of the transformation, and they are no longer the original fragile human beings. And in Cremar's body, what attracts her and the dark lord Grazt the most is perhaps the vague sense of contradiction that is not known to everyone.

She left the bed and walked under the shadow of the tent, looking at the bloody battlefield, the number of demons can always exceed the devil many times, they are like the purple-black clouds at dusk constantly encroaching on the devil's red waves, but the devils also have their own way of coping, they have an exclusive legion, they can throw flames at the demons all the time, the blazing flames are completely ineffective for the devils, but they have a certain amount of damage to the demons, so if someone can look down like Ferrick Hill, he must see the demon army being ignited like a thorn in the wildernessThe demons grow out of the scorched earth like the farmer's crops, but as time passes, the weedy demons come back - a very boring and cruel scene to watch, but it is almost the same on every bloody battlefield.

So, if there is a front that is not like this, then it will be particularly eye-catching, Ferek Hill put a lens in front of his eyes, of course, before that, the lens had written Kremard's name, the magic made her find Cremar's figure at once, he tied his hands, with a tired and uninterested look at the devil's camp, when the devil's army once again pushed the wall of fire towards the demons, he stretched out his hands, broke a wand, and after the wand broke, burst out with a white light that seemed to engulf the entire vision, lightning passed through the flames, and surprisingly, it destroyed no less than twenty devils, and for no reason to make the flames thin and gentle, they can no longer do harm to demons. And, to Ferrekhill's secret approval, he was not as eager to prove his might as the other Darkbringers (a hypocritical title used by demons and devils to praise mages and warriors who had been tricked into bloody battles). Ferrekhill didn't quite know how he moved, but as soon as she set her eyes on the devil's side, observing the final result of the spell, and turned back, he disappeared into the demons' massive bodies, between the bristles and the wings, and the membranous wings, his white robe was not so conspicuous, maybe the devil was following him, but he just threw a spell, and they found themselves in a hand-to-hand fight with a group of filthy and irascible berserkers.

Ferek Hill looked at him, the black-haired dragonborn's white robe was not corroded by demons and devil blood, but his long hair and face were inevitably dotted with some dirty marks, but it was like a deliberate mark on a flawless creation, which made the succubus feel hot all over, "Let him come back," she ordered, and the male succubus hesitated for a moment: "But ......" anyone with eyes could see that the battle was now in a white-hot phase, "Let him come," Ferek Hill said impatiently, " Are you going to tell me you can't even replace him for a few days?"

The male succubus shuddered, he couldn't say that he wasn't sure, you know, no matter how much the black-haired dragonborn was favored by Ferrek Hill, he was still a dragonborn with human blood, and he was a demon, if he admitted that he couldn't compare to a non-abyssal creature, I believe there would be many demons willing to throw him to the bottom of the abyss and let him start as a maggot again, "No doubt," he said, bowing deeply, "I will show you the loyalty I dedicate to you, my mistress." ”

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The otherworldly soul sighed softly.

"Are you a little upset?" said Ferrek Hill, stroking his black hair with his fingers, which was darker than the Abyss, and on the bed, his black hair was scattered all around, looking like a deep black whirlpool, and he was the bait in the whirlpool, tempting his prey to throw himself into the net - Ferrek Hill sometimes couldn't tell which of them was the conqueror, and she pressed her cheek against the chest of the dark-haired Dragonborn, "Love," She called sweetly, with tenderness that she herself was not aware of: "Your power is uncontrollable for me - I am so eager to see you at once, to touch you, to hug you, to feel you, to hope that you will not blame me, and let you hurry away from the battle - the bloody battle never ends, but our love, my dear, is always so short-lived. ”

"You don't need to worry about that," said the otherworldly soul, "I am yours, and I will do whatever you need me to do." ”

"Well, forgive me for my little mistake," said Ferrek Hill, "and why don't you hold me tight." ”

"I haven't been able to get your permission," the otherworldly soul said unashamedly, "though it's something I've always longed for. He reached out and took the succubus in his arms, his arms as hard and powerful as steel shackles, and if Ferek Hill was not a demon, but just a human woman, he would have broken most of his ribs and perhaps his spine would not have been able to be saved.

Ferrek Hill laughed out loud, "I love your clumsiness that comes and goes. She said, and then there was a sudden pause, and the spirit of the other world looked a little annoyed when she saw her, "Wait......" she said, "Maybe we'll have to wait a little longer...... Go on, wait here, okay? Love, I'm going to take care of a very important matter. But I'll try to get back soon. ”

She gently broke free from the other's seemingly inseparable shackles, not even adding a wrinkle to her silk robe, and Ferrek Hill laughed dumbly when she heard Cremar let out a slight snort, she wasn't sure if it was intentional or not, but either way, she had to admit that she was being pleased.

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Ferrek Hill stepped into the tent, where as Legion Leader, only she and those she allowed allowed to enter, and now, even her favorite dark-haired Dragonborn had to wait outside the tent.

The mirror of her dressing table undulated strangely, breathing slowly like a hidden being, and together with a bow, Ferrek Hill put two wands behind his waist and put on the amulet necklace before chanting a spell and making a gesture to connect to the other side of the mirror- She felt a little relieved that it was no one else, or a devil, but the Eommy Lord, her father, who did not sit on his throne, but stayed in a room that could be thirty-three ivory towers, the room was cold and silent, without much decoration, and Ferek Hill guessed that it was the Tower of Swans, where all Grazt's lovers once lived, from humans to demons, from men to women, but because something happened later, every single one of them was killed by Grazt, and so far, not a single demon dared to approach that tower, because it was said that those former beauties still lingered in the tower as a ghost, looking forward to being pampered by Grazt again.