Primordial Lust System

"Tight… very tight," Azrael breathed, feeling her ass clamp down around his dick, waves of pleasure flooding through him.

Still, it wasn't enough. Inhaling sharply, he gripped Tara's ass tighter, pulling back before ramming into her with brutal force, drawing a sharp cry from her lips.

"D-Deep… too deep!" Tara gasped, her voice strained as his length filled her completely.

Bent beneath him, her ass raised high, she writhed under his mercy. Each thrust forced her eyes to twitch, her face contorting as pain and pleasure mingled into something overwhelming. The more he pounded into her, the more that intoxicating sensation spread, threatening to shatter her mind.

Azrael remained cold throughout, his thin hands smacking her ass again and again until it turned red, all while his relentless thrusts molded her body to take his full length.

He stretched his arms upward, fingers tangling in her short black hair before yanking her head back with brutal force, anchoring each thrust.

Tara's back arched violently. The savage pull only made her ass clench harder, her pussy leaking fluids that drenched the stone floor. Her sanity slipped away with each thrust, only to be dragged back by the sharp reminder of his relentless rhythm tearing into her walls.

"Almost there…" Azrael whispered, feeling her clench around him with every push, every shuddering gasp fueling his frenzy. He couldn't hold it any longer.

Gripping her hair tighter, he plunged into her depths, ramming as far as he could before spilling himself, thick ropes of seed painting her insides.

He held her firmly until the last drop left him, then slowly withdrew. Tara collapsed, sprawled on the ground with her ass still raised, her ass trembling lightly, giving occasional glimpses of her glistening pussy.

Azrael's gaze darkened. He frowned, searching for any change within himself. A grimace lined his lips. *Don't tell me this doesn't count for anything…*

The words barely left him before streams of energy rushed into his body, wrapping him in an ethereal glow. It all channeled into his talent orb.

"It can't be…" Azrael gasped, excitement laced with disbelief as the shift struck him. His stolen talent had evolved—from D-rank to C-rank instantly.

A slow smile spread across his face. Every step since his reincarnation only validated his choice to shatter his foundation and start anew. If this continued, it wouldn't be long before he reclaimed his seat as Supreme Master of the Nine Eternal Realms.

But for now, he had to adapt. His eyes drifted back to Tara's trembling body, his lust flaring again as faint streaks of his seed seeped from her ass.

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[D-rank Talent: Flash Step]

Imbue the body with dark mana, temporarily becoming undetectable, increasing stealth, and boosting speed-related skills by 20%.

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[C-rank Talent: Mirage]

Imbue the body with dark mana fused with wind mana to vastly increase speed, while becoming undetectable to foes up to 10 levels higher. Boosts speed-related skills by 40%.

The flood of knowledge hit him hard, surreal for only a moment before his attention snapped back to Tara. His eyes, cold and emotionless, locked onto her as he crouched to meet her gaze.

"Tsk, tsk… Tara Thorne. You're turning out far more useful than I expected." His fingers brushed his chin, deliberately pulling her attention toward him.

Before she could respond, he snapped his fingers. The crimson chains vanished instantly.

"Huh?" Tara gasped, stunned.

"What? Still want to kill me?" Azrael mocked, leaning close to her ear. "Go on. Try again. See what happens."

Her wide blue eyes flickered, and then the truth struck her. She froze, horrified. Her talent was gone, her orb erased as if it never existed.

Fear layered her voice as she demanded, "Who are you… what did you do to me?"

"Nothing much. Just a little punishment," Azrael said with a cruel smirk.

"But… my talent. I can't feel it anymore!"

"Oh, that? I fancied it for myself and took it."

Her eyes widened further, panic breaking across her face.

"As for who I am…" His smirk deepened. "Think of me as your master from now on."

The words slammed into her like a hammer. Her composure cracked, hysteria rising as she screamed, "No… no! This isn't real. It's an illusion! If I kill you...!"

Agonizing pain ripped through her soul, dropping her to the ground, frozen in place.

"Hmph. Not a fast learner are you?" Azrael said coldly. "Let me make this clear. My essence flows through you now. Your soul core is bound to mine. You may resist for a while, but eventually, that resistance will fade until your will breaks and all that remains is obedience. Resist too long, and you'll degrade into a puppet. Submit… and you'll keep your free will."

His pale-black eyes gleamed dangerously as he added, "Defy me, and I'll discard you."

Silence stretched. Tara trembled, her mind reeling before she slowly nodded, terrified.

Azrael's lips curled into a devilish smile. "Good. Now… tell me. Who sent you to kill me?"

He could've torn the memories straight from her while fucking her again, but this was easier. At least for now.

.Tara's lips quivered. She wanted to resist, to spit in his face, but her body betrayed her. The crimson sigil etched onto her soul flared, forcing her into submission.

"I… I don't know her true name," she stammered, her voice shaking. "But she is a noble from the Moonflower House, in Maelstrom City."

"I only heard her say something about you sullying the presence of nobles… with your filthy self."

Azrael's eyes widened, surprise flashing across his face before an evil smirk spread across his lips.

"Hmmm, sully the air with my presence?" He turned his gaze back to Tara.

"Y-Yes… M-Master," she nodded quickly.

"And you said she was a girl, right?" His voice lowered.

Tara continued nodding, still unable to grasp how the noble being a woman tied into any of this.

But the words that followed made her eyes widen in shock, realization slamming into her like a warhammer.

"Good… good… let's see how she likes it when I really sully her!" Azrael's grin sharpened.

"Prepare yourself, Tara. Our next course has just appeared. We head to Maelstrom City in the morning."

But before all that, the lecherous smile on his face deepened. It was about time he repaid some old debts to his good old family.