Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 859

Chapter 859: Doggy

The Kaiju wasn’t just bleeding. Every second his gauntlet stayed buried in the wound, the creature’s stolen reserves ran out of it and into Kaiden’s own pool, the points it would have spent on armies and terrain becoming his to spend instead, and the counter kept climbing. He was robbing the hoard while its owner was still lying on it.

The greatsword he condensed from the harvest came out the size of a cathedral spire, dark crimson shot through with flickering silver shapes, and he brought it down on the foreleg joint with Wrath riding the blade. The detonation buckled the limb at last.

After that, the beating found its rhythm.

Scarlet planted herself before the crown, wreathed in fire, and finally got to finish a fight.

"THIS is for the cage!" A column of red-gold fire hammered into the crack its own crash landing had split across the crown’s carapace. "THIS is for deleting my last fight mid-swing!" A second column, wider than the first.

Calypso walked up the creature’s ribs with her axe dragging a molten trench behind her, Carnage Feast stacked higher than anything she’d ever carried, and her laughter rolled across the battlefield with every chop.

"Darling!" she called down, radiant, silver-grey liquid running off both arms. "I’ve decided! This is the best date you’ve ever taken me on!"

"... Glad you’re having fun." Kaiden drove the cathedral-spire greatsword through a knuckle joint, Wrath detonating along the blade, and made a mental note to never let her plan their actual dates.

Lower down, Nyx knelt at a seam in the pinned foreleg with both palms flat against the carapace, drinking the creature’s mana out in long coral threads, and her expression turned thoughtful in a way that boded poorly for someone.

"Kai, this will sound strange, but it tastes like twenty different dungeons in here." She pulled another thread loose. "I think I can taste which one it ate first."

"Don’t get drunk on it, Fatty!"

"No promises."

Above them, Aria and Alice poured twin beams into the same fracture from opposite angles, silver and violet-gold crossing inside the wound.

"Move your crescents. This fracture is mine."

"Let’s share, little sis," Aria answered, serene.

"...Fine."

Someone decided to be a good girl for once.

Kaiden was cycling stances on a heartbeat rhythm by now, Lust to pour shaped warmth down five bonds, Gluttony whenever the gauntlet found a seam worth drinking from, Wrath for every blow that needed to land, and the cost of running the rotation had climbed past anything the Gambit had asked of him. He kept it spinning anyway, because the end felt close enough to touch.

The Kaiju disagreed.

Its whole body convulsed in one titanic heave that flung everyone clinging to it off in every direction, his women catching themselves mid-fall while monsters rained down around them, and across the plain, the spilled hoard answered its owner.

The silver-grey rivers reversed course.

Coral forests melted back into liquid, sandstone columns slumped and flowed, and every drop of it ran home into the creature’s wounds, which began to seal.

Seams the army had spent the whole battle carving closed in seconds, and the hairline crack that had cost Luna everything vanished as if it had never been there.

"The terrain! It’s drinking it all back!" Alexandra called from her pocket at Nyx’s back, her healer’s eyes reading the pattern before anyone else. "It’s healing itself!"

Kaiden rammed the gauntlet in up to the elbow and drank harder, Gluttony thrown wide open, and the duel narrowed for a breath to a tug of war over twenty dungeons’ worth of stolen mass.

His pool climbed with every heartbeat, but the trade was ugly, because the creature owned far more hoard than he had arm.

A foreleg found leverage.

The half-pinned mountain rose a meter, then another, dragging Vespera’s cables taut and shoving Bastet’s weight back a step, and the plain tilted toward the possibility of having to do all of this again.

Vespera decided otherwise.

"Kaiden. Attacking the exterior is a losing battle. Keep the pressure on its weak spots anyway, keep it pinned. I will handle the rest."

Her shadows released the creature’s knees all at once, because she had found a better road in.

The fissure-mouth was cracking open to draw breath for another howl, and an open mouth was an open road.

Her tendrils wrapped Scarlet’s waist mid-barrage and yanked.

"Hey?!"

Vespera’s shadow road poured across the plain, up the creature’s lip, and down its throat with the Flame Monarch in tow. "You can go all out here."

Scarlet’s protest died the moment her boots landed throat-deep in an enemy with no armor on the inside, and her grin arrived at full width.

"...Vespera, I take back every complaint I’ve ever made. Best employer in the world."

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