Goddess in distress

"My dearest Ophelia, how does it feel to fall into the hands of your former enemies?"

"Bah! You despicable demons! The Holy Light will not let you get away with this!"

"As expected of the Temple Goddess, even in your captivity, you still dare to be so sarcastic."

Ophelia glared hatefully at the demon before her. Her plain white robes bore the marks of a devastating battle.
She never imagined that the demons, who had been steadily retreating, had secretly deployed a small squad in the western part of the Temple, launching
a surprise attack while she was alone. The Temple Goddess's undeniable strength allowed her to hold out, but ultimately,
she couldn't withstand the demons' relentless attrition.

"Isis, is it? I should have annihilated you into dust on the battlefield long ago."

Ophelia still remembered the demon before her. Originally just an ant-like soldier in the surprise attack force,
he had launched a crucial attack on her when she was about to collapse. At this moment, the dark red light screen surrounding the room emitted
an irresistible suppressive force. The demon domain was as normal as air to Isis, who was a demon, but it was like a destined nemesis to Ophelia, who
was a temple goddess. Although the vast divine power within her body could
destroy the demon before her with a wave of her hand, under the suppression of the demon domain, the fallen goddess could only move
her body , slowly retreating towards the corner of the wall.

"Indeed, in a direct confrontation, I would certainly be no match for Lady Ophelia," Isis said, her eyes burning
as she stared intently at Ophelia's body beneath her white robes. The faint white light gave the goddess's exquisite figure an air of
inviolability , but this very quality only fueled the demon's desire for conquest. "However,
the Demon King has his reasons for leaving me in the raiding party. Lady Ophelia, do you know
what my ideal woman is like?"

Isis's blatant lewdness infuriated Ophelia, but following Isis's words, she
shifted her shameful gaze to another part of the room.

In the dark red light, the silhouette of a woman first appeared: delicate shoulders, slender arms,
two full breasts hanging like balls from her chest, plump buttocks swaying from side to side, and voluptuous thighs moving back and forth.
Even just her back view exuded boundless allure.

Her silhouette gradually became clear: black hair and black eyes adorned with alluring dark blue makeup, devil horns, a revealing red
bikini top, black fishnet stockings, and a pair of small devil wings fluttering behind her, proclaiming the woman
's identity.

"Succubi are magical creatures. Unlike the cumbersome holy light emanating from the goddess, succubi can mate with
demons and have a high compatibility with the bodies of gods. Unfortunately, as succubi, they are destined to lose their fighting
abilities. Their ranks are determined by their alluring powers."

"Hmph, pathetic slave, the lowest of the demons."

"How can you say that, Ophelia? This is my ideal, your final form!" "

You!" Ophelia blushed deeply. As the goddess of the temple, even within the temple, she was
an object of worship for all. Radiating boundless holy light, she was sacred and inviolable.
No one would harbor any blasphemous thoughts, yet now, she was being compared to a lowly succubus by the demon before her.

"What, Lady Ophelia, don't you believe me?"

Suddenly, vine-like objects emerged from the void, binding Ophelia's limbs and lifting her up. The weakened
temple goddess struggled symbolically a few times before giving up. The holy light surrounding her instinctively
resisted, and wisps of white smoke rose from where the vines touched Ophelia, but the burned parts quickly
regenerated , thus firmly fixing Ophelia in a suspended position.

A foul stench reached her nose, and she felt a slimy sensation on her body. Ophelia frowned and turned her head.
What was wrapped around her body were not vines at all, but tentacles covered in slime.

"Ahhh..."

Although she had lived as the temple goddess for many years, Ophelia was, after all, a woman.
The goddess, who had never had physical intimacy with a human, was instantly terrified by the sudden appearance of the tentacles and reverted to her feminine nature, screaming
loudly .

"Excellent reaction. I think you need this."

Isis reacted swiftly, stepping forward to grasp Ophelia's snow-white chin. The moment their skin touched,
a burning sensation shot through her fingertips. Isis took a deep breath, pulled out a test tube filled with a clear liquid, and poured it into
Ophelia's mouth.

The cool, viscous liquid had a strange sweetness upon entry, carrying an exotic fragrance,
sliding down the goddess's esophagus.

"Cough, cough... What did you give me?"

"Succubus saliva has a natural aphrodisiac effect. The conservative goddess must have never tasted it before. I wonder
if it suits your taste?"

"How dare you... Ah!"

Before she could finish her sentence, Ophelia was interrupted by intense pleasure. A blush appeared on her snow-white
skin .

"It's your turn."

"Yes, my lady."

The scantily clad succubus, clad in red high heels, strode alluringly towards Ophelia. Her small, bright red-
nailed hand touched Ophelia's cheek, her eyes, painted with dark blue eyeshadow, looked down at
Ophelia. The goddess, preoccupied with her own feelings, had flushed cheeks, her red lips slightly parted, and soft breaths accompanied by barely audible
gasps. A layer of mist gradually rose in her struggling eyes, making her appear delicate and dreamy.

"You, don't..."

Ophelia was completely unaware that her tone had become more seductive than ever before. She had only
uttered half a sentence when a pair of luscious red lips silenced her. Vibrant red lips pressed tightly against elegant
pearl-colored lips, and a triangular red tongue probed into the goddess's slightly parted lips, gently stirring.

Ophelia could feel the succubus's warm breath, and the foreign object in her mouth was as soft as a gentle
lover, its faint sweetness identical to the liquid she had just drunk. She felt as if she were beside a campfire
, a gentle warmth seeping into her skin through every pore, flowing through her veins and throughout her body. Her tense
muscles gradually relaxed, and she lost the last shred of strength to resist.

The one-sided, wet kiss lasted for over a minute. Ophelia's brain seemed to be filled with the succubus's breath.
Dazed and confused, she seemed to forget her own situation, forget her noble goddess status.
The lowly, gradually grew taller in the goddess's eyes. Ophelia gazed at her with hazy eyes...
The woman with small demon horns on her forehead, her tongue, motionless like that of an innocent maiden, tentatively extended
before actively hooking onto the foreign object that had been bothering her for so long.

Angel and demon, goddess and succubus, two bodies of completely different appearances, pressed
tightly The intercourse proceeded slowly. Isis, watching Ophelia's dazed eyes respond
to the succubus's passionate kiss, knew that the once inviolable goddess had had all her defenses breached.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Ophelia let out a soft, dazed gasp. It turned out that one of the succubi's hands had already slipped through
Ophelia 's white robe and reached into the most private part of her body.

A sudden, inexplicable panic gripped Ophelia's heart, and her waist recoiled. But then, the burning heat coursing through her body
made her crave the feeling of being touched. A voluptuous curve of her buttocks, revealed beneath her white robe, trembled as it pressed
forward .

"Ahhh..."

The soft moans that followed were even longer than before. The moment
Ophelia's , a gush of vaginal fluid spurted from her lower body. The temple goddess, untouchable in the eyes of outsiders, experienced
her first climax as a goddess in the enemy's lair, simultaneously stepping into the abyss of depravity.

As the moans subsided, a
crack and a dazzling white light faintly shone from the crack.

Isis watched this white light with satisfaction, knowing that what he had added to the succubus's saliva had worked its purpose
.

My dear Ophelia, your fate is sealed from this moment on!

Within the dark red light, the intercourse grew increasingly intense. The goddess in her white robes had experienced
countless climaxes. Her clothes disheveled, she embraced the scantily clad woman before her, oblivious to her surroundings.
The high and mighty temple goddess now resembled a thirsty female beast, shamelessly
craving the lowly succubus before her. Her once smooth skin was now covered in spiderweb-like cracks, from which dazzling light shone,
as if might explode at any moment.

"Ugh..."

Once again, the goddess reached her climax, and the succubus pressed against her, radiating a faint red glow,
actually fused into Ophelia's body along the cracks that covered her entire body.

The female body's climaxes were endless, one wave stronger than the next. Soon, Ophelia reached another climax, and the succubus
once again merged into her body.

In the end, only Ophelia remained of the intertwined women; what had been a passive violation had now become her solitary
masturbation.

The holy goddess writhed shamelessly on the ground, her small hands reaching into her tattered white robes. Her face contorted
with unfulfilled desire as she frantically demanded more, reaching a final climax in her self-pleasure
. The red light that had emanated from the succubus now enveloped Ophelia, seeping into the cracks in her body and
disappearing. The white light that had previously emanated from these cracks was now replaced by a bewitching red. Outwardly,
Ophelia remained the same, but inwardly, the red representing the succubus had
perfectly merged into her divinity, her soul, and every cell of her body, becoming an inseparable part of her being, flowing along the cracks in her
body .

The cracks gradually disappeared, and the disheveled goddess, lying on the ground, gradually returned to peace.

A strange sensation emanated from her body; the dark red light that enveloped her felt like the air of her home,
bringing Ophelia a familiar tranquility.

"I..."

The goddess, her small hands pressing against the ground, sat up in a seductive pose she herself hadn't even realized. The
feeling was incredibly strange. The suppression from the demonic realm was no longer felt; immense power once again
filled her body, yet there was always an inexplicable sense of disharmony.

"Lady Ophelia's performance just now was truly spectacular. It wasn't a waste of such excellent material,"
Isis clapped her hands beside her, her expression a mixture of genuine ecstasy and mockery.

"You!"

Isis's words suddenly reminded Ophelia of everything that had just happened. Shame, anger—all her emotions
erupted in an instant. Her immense power moved in unison, and with a single wave of her hand, she unleashed a blade of light.

The once devastatingly white blade of light had now turned a strange pink.

"Hmm, not bad reaction." Ophelia's movement of firing the light blade, in her own eyes, was no different from her usual
imposing fighting stance. But to Isis, the goddess of yesteryear, with her alluring flick of
her sleeve, the sway of her waist, and the upward curve of her eyes, seemed less like a battle and more like a seductive
wink .

The pink light blade, lacking its usual swiftness, landed lightly on Isis, then, under
Ophelia's stunned gaze, dissipated like a pink cloud with a single tap.

Feeling the pink fragrance surrounding her and seeing Ophelia's captivating figure, Isis
was very satisfied with her creation. Even fallen, the holy goddess was still a succubus of the highest caliber.

"Like all other succubi, Lady Ophelia is unable to participate in battle."

"What did you say, ah…"

Although she had already suspected something, hearing Isis's judgmental words still caused
Ophelia unbearable pain.

Isis took a step forward.

Ophelia suddenly knelt on the ground in agony. She had originally intended to rush forward and
fight , but suddenly an irresistible aura of majesty assailed her like a mountain. Although Isis wasn't a top-tier demon,
being able to stand on the front lines of the Temple's raiding party
meant she was a high-ranking demon, a rank far superior to the lowest succubus.

"Lady Ophelia, do you still consider yourself a high and mighty goddess? Say goodbye to your identity as a temple goddess."

"You...can't...I...am...the Holy Light..."

Ophelia struggled to raise her head, trying to resist, but the aura of the demon superior overwhelmed her wave after wave.
Her former fearless aura vanished, replaced by an instinctive urge to fear and submit,
as if she were an ant that could be annihilated at any moment.

Her chin was grabbed, and her body was lifted up like a weak animal. Isis touched
Isis's body again, and Ophelia's skin no longer emitted a scorching white light; instead, it glowed with a faint rosy
pink.

"Ugh, ugh."

His tongue roughly forced open Ophelia's lips, and Ophelia felt all her strength drain away, surrendering to
the demon 's assault.

"Such sweet saliva, its aphrodisiac power is no less than that of a succubus who has cultivated for a thousand years.
Lady , do you still consider yourself a holy temple goddess?"

"Do you know why succubi are the lowest race among demons? Indeed, they cannot fight, but
with training, their alluring abilities can cause headaches for even the strongest. What truly determines their status
is a mineral abundant in the demon realm—the Demon Stone. Succubi are a race destined to be slaves, and coincidentally,
I happen to possess one."

Isis looked maliciously at the frail goddess succubus, pulling a crystal-clear
diamond .

"No, no, I..."

The moment the diamond appeared, Ophelia instinctively felt a sense of crisis.

"The Enchanting Stone is the nemesis of succubi. It can break succubi's magic and bind their souls. Once a soul is
bound by the Enchanting Stone, the succubus will become the pet of its owner, unable to resist any command from her master. At this time,
they will gain a new identity—a contracted succubus. Lady Ophelia,
how be afraid of such a lowly succubus's nemesis? Where is the Enchanting Stone?"

"No, take it away, take it away

now." Ophelia had no time to listen to Isis's teasing. The diamond emitted waves of energy that she feared.
Ophelia felt a pain from the depths of her soul and retreated step by step in the face of the small diamond.

"Oh, I almost forgot, the former temple goddess is now a lowly succubus. So, Miss
Ophelia, why don't you reveal your true form as a succubus before your future master?"

The Enchanting Stone shot out a strong wave, and Ophelia knelt on the ground, her face full of struggle, as if
resisting some change in her body.

"Ah..."

Finally, Ophelia let out a captivating long howl. The color of her flowing white hair gradually deepened from the roots, and
in just a few seconds, her white hair transformed into a vivid red, swaying in the air like flowing flames. At the same
time , Ophelia's eyebrows, pupils, and lips, like her hair, were also dyed a vivid red. Dark red
alluring eyeshadow appeared at the corners of her eyes, and a pair of bright red devil horns gradually emerged from the top of her head, which was covered with strands of hair.
The most significant change was to Ophelia's clothing. The disheveled, plain white robe gradually melted away like snow,
revealing what lay beneath. Her skin was so delicate it seemed to break at a touch. The clothing on her chest grew thinner and thinner, constantly changing shape and color, eventually
transforming into a tight-fitting strapless corset. Her breasts, which had grown several cup sizes after she became a succubus, were mostly exposed to
the air. The remaining half was shaped into a provocative form by the corset, with delicate lace
trim that made one want to tear the thin corset apart. Above the corset were the goddess's bare shoulders, delicate collarbones, and large expanses of snow-white
skin exposed to the air. Below the corset, a diamond was embedded in her bare navel, somewhat resembling the enchanted stone in
Isis's hand.

Ophelia's white robe, as the black vest solidified, transformed into a leather
skirt . The skirt seemed a size too small, making Ophelia's taut thighs appear exceptionally sexy. Beneath the skirt,
black stockings, possessing the bewitching allure unique to succubi, clung to Ophelia's voluptuous thighs,
captivating Delicate lace patterns extended along the smooth lines of her legs, adding to the already alluring
witch's charm. On her feet were eight-inch red high heels, their beautiful shape and sensual curves
identical to those of the succubus woman who had previously merged into Ophelia's body.

A pair of small bat wings, like butterflies emerging from their cocoons, unfurled from Ophelia's back.

Ophelia, her fiery hair flowing, swayed as she stood up. The exposed skin, exposed to the air,
felt like it was being gently caressed. The newly sprouted demon horns on her forehead momentarily
disoriented , her eight-inch red heels made her unsteady, and her tight leather skirt made it
difficult for her full thighs to move. The small bat wings behind her fluttered instinctively, trying to regain her balance.

Isis stared in disbelief at this unparalleled beauty before him, finding it hard to believe that this sensual
goddess was his creation. The succubus he used as material was one in a million, possessing the purest bloodline. The temple
goddess Ophelia's appearance and temperament were also exceptional, but the combination of the goddess's pure beauty and
the succubus's alluring charm created such a powerful visual impact.

The reborn Ophelia finally regained her balance. Looking at her exposed clothes, a surge of shame and anger
welled up she had died on the battlefield. Yet, the intimate connection she felt with the fabric, a connection stronger than blood, told her that
all of this was now an inseparable part of her.

Ophelia clenched her fists, her eyes blazing with murderous intent, but the red
eyeshadow . She stared at the dumbfounded Isis, but dared not make a move. A lowly
succubus was forbidden from attacking those of higher status. Ophelia had, without realizing it, accepted her
place as the lowest-ranking succubus in the demon race.

"Come, Ophelia, look at this stone."

Ophelia's transformation spurred Isis to the next step.

The dazzling light of the Demon Stone instantly captivated Ophelia's gaze. Despite knowing that
continuing would lead to her utter destruction, her body seemed to defy her control,
staring unblinkingly at the Demon Stone.

Gradually, Ophelia felt something within her body begin to loosen, slowly being
absorbed by the succubus stone.

"No, no, come back!"

Her silent cries couldn't stop the absorption. To Isis, a transparent Ophelia
floated out of her body—a transparent Ophelia in a long vest and leather skirt, with red hair, a
goddess . Now, even her soul had become that of the lowest succubus.

With a silent ripple, the last link between the transparent soul and body snapped, like a
vortex of gas being sucked into the succubus stone in Isis's hand. The moment the soul and the stone touched, they
fused seamlessly together. In that instant, Ophelia felt a spiritual connection form between herself and the stone held tightly in Isis's hand
.

The succubus stone flickered, its shape changing, finally settling into a transparent wing shape.

Seeing the wings finally take shape, even Isis couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Ophelia, you are mine now."

Ophelia, her eyes vacant, stood motionless, unresponsive.

Isis gripped the transparent wing-shaped stone in her hand.

"Tell me your new identity and name."

A seductive yet emotionless voice, emanating from the succubus's goddess-like form, spoke through her slightly parted lips.

"Yes, Lady Isis, I am Lady Isis's contracted succubus—Ophelia."

In the temple, on a white jade throne strewn with petals, the temple goddess Ophelia sat gracefully.
Light streaming through the skylight shone upon her, making her appear holy and inviolable. "Lady Ophelia, the demons,
long since , have invaded again."

"Hmph, haven't they learned their lesson from last time?"

A soft voice emanated from her pearly lips. The temple's believers, bathed in holy light, the temple
goddess , once again set out on her campaign.

At the front lines, the Temple Goddess Ophelia, clad in white robes, stood proudly. Opposite her were the menacing demons,
their lecherous eyes constantly sweeping over her, their crimson pupils seemingly spitting fire.

"The Holy Light loves peace. If you retreat now, I swear in the name of the Temple Goddess that I will not
pursue ,"

a pair of lecherous, shrewd red eyes stared at Ophelia with a half-smile.

Heh, cute little succubus, the identity of Temple Goddess is long gone. The demons' goals
are far more than just the Temple.

"Roar!"

The leader of the demons didn't reply, but roared, raising his twin axes and charging towards
Ophelia .

"Hopeless fool,"

the goddess's voice was devoid of emotion. With a wave of her hand, a beam of light shot towards the attacking demons.

"Strange, Lady Ophelia's fighting style seems different from usual."

"Don't overthink it, this is a battlefield."

"Yes, Captain."

However, even Ophelia herself felt something was amiss. Today, the demons who were usually her
sworn enemies now evoked feelings of familiarity, attachment, and fear in her. There was even an impulse,
a subtle urge, to submit to every demon before her.

The beam of light she casually unleashed, for some reason, lacked its usual power, and its once pristine white
now took on a strange, lewd pink hue.

In the blink of an eye, the beam struck the demon who "couldn't dodge in time," instantly dissipating.
The demon , crashed heavily to the ground as if struck by a powerful blow.

The pinkish aura gradually dissipated across the battlefield. Both the temple's apostles and the attacking demons
felt a blush creeping up their cheeks, and the large crater left in the ground caused everyone to gasp in
shock .

"It's the Temple Goddess!"

"Run!"

The previously aggressive demons crumbled instantly, scattering and fleeing before Ophelia.

"Hmph, I hope you'll learn a lesson this time."

That night, in the underground prison of the temple, the demon general, defeated in the daytime battle, pulled out a wing-shaped
stone.

Powerful magic flowed into the stone, making it appear completely undamaged. A bewitching red light
bloomed in the cell, and a magic circle appeared on the ground.

With a bang, a stunningly beautiful woman wearing only a half-bathrobe appeared out of thin air in the cell.

"What...what's going on..."

Ophelia looked around in confusion. One moment she was enjoying a petal bath in the goddess's palace, and
the next she was in this dimly lit cell.

"Lady Ophelia, do you still recognize me?"

"You're a demon general, oh no."

Ophelia suddenly realized that she was currently only wearing a barely functional bathrobe,
her body—a body that even no one in the temple dared to defile—exposed before this strange demon. "

Get out of the way!" Ophelia casually unleashed a pink light blade.

The blade immediately dispersed and vanished.

Ah, how could this be?!

Two more light blades shot towards the demon, but the outcome was the same as before. The successive dissipation of the light blades
caused a thin pink mist to gradually rise in the dungeon.

"Lady Ophelia, you're so eager to unleash your succubus powers on me. You
'll later."

"Succubus? What are you talking about, you shameless wretch?"

"Look at yourself!"

The winged stone glowed, then faded, revealing red hair, red eyes, red lips, a vest, leather skirt, stockings, small horns
on her head , demonic wings, and a gem embedded in her navel. The once holy and majestic temple
goddess had reverted to her succubus form.

"The temple goddess's appearance is just a fragile mimicry. This is your true form,
Lady ."

"No, this isn't me..."

"Lady Ophelia, look at this stone."

The demonic stone instantly captured Ophelia's gaze. The panicked little succubus's eyes became empty, but
this time , Ophelia's soul wasn't sucked away. A pair of large hands patted Ophelia's bewildered head,
and there was no resistance from the divine white light.

"Is this all the replica of the Demon Stone can do? Well, this makes the training easier. Lady
Isis even considered this."

Ophelia, her eyes vacant, stared intently at the stone with which she shared a spiritual connection. Her soul remained in
her body, unlike before when she had become a mindless puppet. However, the spiritual connection left
her mental world completely open; any alteration would be branded into
the depths of her soul, impossible to change.

This was Isis's plan. Ophelia, whose soul had been absorbed by the Demon Stone, was merely a mindless
puppet, only capable of obeying commands. This was not what Isis wanted. What she desired was a
fallen goddess, whose body and soul had both become succubi.

"State your identity."

"I am the Temple Goddess."

"Would a holy goddess kneel before demons like you? Would she wear such revealing clothes?
Would a goddess grow demon horns?"

"No, I..."

"Admit it, you're just a succubus, a lowly succubus."

Deep within Ophelia's soul, she knew her identity had changed, but having grown up in worship, she
could never accept her fall into the lowly realm of demons. Now, the rebellious emotions from the deepest recesses of her heart surfaced under
the demon 's guidance.

"I am a goddess, I am Ophelia, I am holy. This is not me, this is not my body."

The demon pulled down his pants, his enormous penis, like an infant's arm, slapping against Ophelia's delicate face.
Although her soul felt a deep fear, the succubus's body instinctively
felt a surge of excitement at the scent of a male.

"Do you like it?"

"No, take it away..."

"But your body clearly loves it," the demon gripped the stone in his hand, "Kiss it."

No! Ophelia's soul wanted to resist, but her body trembled as she stretched forward, opening her bright
red cherry- like mouth, taking the enormous object before her into her mouth as if it were a lover's.

Stimulated by Ophelia, the demon's penis had already secreted a viscous fluid. Ophelia's
lips, against her will, gently slid across the fluid.

"Do you like it?"

"Mmm...mmm..." Ophelia's mouth was filled, preventing her from speaking. She shook her head in pain.

"Cover your mouth with your tongue."

"Mmm..."

"Swallow it."

Ophelia trembled violently, resisting fiercely. Her throat bobbed, and suddenly her eyes widened, frozen in
place .

She had swallowed it! She had actually swallowed it! Her body, which she had meticulously maintained for years, never even touched by a male,
had actually swallowed the secretions of the demon's penis.

Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, which were covered in dark red eyeshadow. But the next moment, a warm current swept
through her body, like a thirsty traveler suddenly drinking sweet spring water. A strange sense of satisfaction overwhelmed her.
However, after the brief satisfaction, an even greater emptiness followed.

More, not enough, she wanted more…

Without orders, without control, the dazed Ophelia willingly began to manipulate the demon's penis, demanding
what she craved.

The originally white demonic stone in the demon's hand seemed to have ink suddenly dripped into clear water; a few black lines
quickly spread and then disappeared.

Night had fallen in the god's prison, a thin pink mist drifting through the cells. The guards leaned against
the wall fast asleep, but their crotches were sticking up high, as if they were having a wonderful erotic dream.

Inside the cell, a woman kneeling on the ground wore sexy clothes, her demonic horns swaying in the air. Her face, painted with
alluring makeup, was none other than the temple goddess Ophelia, who should have been resting in her palace.

Her buttocks, clad in black stockings, were sticking up high, and her small mouth tightly enveloped the demon's penis, holding it in her palm like a precious toy
, stroking it back and forth.

"Ah, again, I'm coming, I'm about to come, catch every last drop!"

"Mmm, mmm..."

A muffled sound came from her small mouth filled with the penis. The next moment, the goddess's cheeks swelled up rapidly, and
a drop of milky white, foul-smelling liquid spilled from the corner of her mouth. The newborn succubus, thirsting for semen, received the fluid of the demon race for the first time.

Her throat kept bobbing, and her triangular tongue filled the last drop of liquid from the corner of her mouth. Ophelia smacked her lips with
unsatisfied satisfaction , her empty face full of a foolish, seductive smile. After absorbing the semen, her alluring body emitted
a faint, lewd glow. The heavy makeup on her face became even more dazzling, and the size of her breasts also changed, making her already alluring
body even more enchanting.

"So this is what happens after a succubus is sucked of semen. If it weren't for Lady Isis, I might
never have been able . How does it taste, my bitch goddess?"

"Yes, it's delicious."

"Good, I want you to remember this scent and this feeling forever. This will be your lifelong
pursuit From now on, whenever you smell this scent, you will be unable to control your arousal."

"Yes, arousal..."

Ophelia sniffed the glistening penis with ecstasy, letting the scent of semen and phallus deeply
embed itself into her brain. At the same time, a golden bracelet with strange patterns appeared on her left hand.
Now , the succubus stone that belonged to Ophelia, which had been pure and flawless before, had turned light gray.

The sky was already showing the first light of dawn. Suddenly, a magic circle appeared in the temple goddess's chambers.
A demon woman, exuding endless allure, slowly emerged from the circle, licking the last drop of semen from her face. Pink
mist gradually enveloped her. A moment later, the temple goddess, radiating holy light and with a slightly flushed face,
stepped out of the mist.

"Have you noticed? Lady Ophelia seems to be getting more and more beautiful lately?"

"Our goddess has always been beautiful, but lately she seems to have become a little..."

"A little what?"

"I can't quite put my finger on it. Maybe it's because the demons have been roaming around here lately, and I've been too nervous."

"Actually, I feel the same way." "

Lady Ophelia, the demons have sent a challenge, demanding a duel tomorrow."

"Demons...?"

A blush flashed across the goddess's beautiful face.

"Understood, you may leave."

Ophelia turned and smiled, her equally holy face now
possessing an innate allure in every smile, the curve of her eyes, and her provocative gaze, leaving the messenger who had come to report somewhat mesmerized.

That night, the succubus with the face of a goddess appeared in the cell.

"Your identity."

"I am the contracted succubus, Ophelia."

"Your favorite thing."

"Sex, demonic semen."

"Your master?"

"Every high-ranking demon."

The demon general looked with satisfaction at the result of her training. Ophelia's subconscious had fully accepted
her rebirth as the lowest-ranking succubus, awaiting only the right opportunity. Tomorrow on the battlefield,
even the most insignificant demon soldier would become her supreme master.

At this moment, Ophelia's hands and feet were adorned with strangely patterned bracelets,
symbols of her contracted succubus identity, symbolizing the master's binding force on her body and mind, while Ophelia's original pure whiteness...
The enchanting stone had now turned a deep brown.

The next day, on the front lines of the battlefield, the goddess stood awkwardly before the crowd. The demons opposite her instilled
in her a primal fear, especially the leader who had met Isis. That familiar
feeling gave Ophelia a bad premonition.

"My dear Temple Goddess, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

"Who are you? Have we met before?"

"Oh, Lady Ophelia may have forgotten her identity. Let me remind you."

The deep brown, wing-shaped stone, carrying a feeling even closer than blood ties, emitted
a red light towards Ophelia.

Before everyone's eyes, the Temple Goddess, bathed in an eerie red light, stretched out her limbs and let out a
long, seductive howl that made everyone's bones go weak.

A vibrant red, like ink, stained the goddess's pristine white hair. Her elegant white robe
vanished swiftly, revealing a thin vest, a shimmering leather skirt, patterned stockings, and red high heels—like
a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.

Everyone was stunned, never imagining such an attire beneath the goddess's pristine robes.

"No, how could this be? Don't look…"

Ophelia whirled around, her naturally alluring face now adorned with striking makeup. Tiny demon horns appeared on her head, bat wings flashed behind her, and strangely patterned metal rings
gradually materialized on her hands and feet . The once holy and inviolable temple goddess, who had stood before them, had instantly transformed into the image of a succubus, the lowest of the demons. "Lady Ophelia? Is that you? Is it really you?" "No, this is impossible," Ophelia desperately tore at the horns on her head, but the alluring little horns that added to her charm not only didn't budge, but also emitted a sensitive stimulation. "It's you, what did you put on me ?" "You're wronging me, it's just the magic stone that made Lady Ophelia reveal her true form. Did you intend to use mimicry to deceive your followers all this time?" ... "Oh, so it's mimicry..." "I was wondering why Ophelia hasn't felt like a goddess lately..." "We've been deceived by this lowly succubus for so long..." "That wretched bitch, I've wanted to overthrow her for a long time, she was just a succubus who bewitches people all along..." ... The crowd behind her began to murmur. Ophelia stood there, tearing at her hair , tears welling up in her eyes. "No, that's not it, it's not..." "Lady Ophelia, didn't you long ago abandon your goddess status and become a succubus? Do ?" A dark brown, wing-shaped stone appeared in Isis's hand, a replica of the Demon General's Demon Stone , which she then crushed. A flood of memories surged through her mind: the dimly lit cell, the enormous phallus, and herself dressed like a succubus, in a succubus-like posture, kneeling before the demon, shamelessly craving the demon general's penis. No, that's not it! The burning hot penis, the delicious semen, and her own infatuated expression—one image after another from the depths of her soul floated before her eyes. Ah, penis, I want to eat it... "Lady Ophelia, look this way." Following the voice, she saw the demon army, each robust demon soldier magnified in Ophelia's eyes. So strong, I want to submit to them… Ophelia’s eyes gradually became hazy. Where the temple goddess had stood, a succubus with the goddess’s face now lay on the ground like a bitch, writhing her stockinged buttocks as she crawled towards the demon army. The familiar scent… the shameless, infatuated succubus crawled to the demon soldier’s crotch, inhaling the demon . Like a water snake, she climbed onto the demon’s thigh, her brightly made-up eyes instinctively arousing the demon ’s desire. But as a lowly succubus, she could not continue . The demon soldier suppressed his physical desires. This succubus, an incarnation of a goddess, was more tempting than any succubus he had ever seen, but he knew that if he lost control of his desires, his leader would mercilessly kill him. Finally, the goddess succubus, who had been crawling like a bitch, gave up and crawled dejectedly towards another soldier. All the gods stared in disbelief as their once holy and inviolable goddess begged like a bitch from beneath a demon, unable to utter a sound. The male gods' groins were already slightly erect, and the female gods blushed crimson. One demon after another passed by, but none responded to Ophelia's teasing. The succubus's craving for semen grew stronger until finally, she stopped before a familiar demon. "Lady Isis..." Her seductive voice was soft and alluring, almost dripping with water. Ophelia inhaled her master's scent , her flushed cheeks rubbing against his thigh through her trousers. "Take off my trousers." Ophelia, as if granted a reprieve, eagerly raised her head. "Use your mouth." Her pearly white teeth gripped the light belt, her long neck slowly tightening, pulling Isis's trousers down. Her teeth then bit down on her underwear; the familiar scent almost made Ophelia ejaculate on the spot. Finally, the goddess worshipped by the people lay prostrate beneath the enormous penis, as if swearing allegiance to her god, gazing longingly at the swaying shadow above her. "What are you thinking?" "I want to eat Master's penis..." "As a former goddess, is it alright for you to shamelessly please a demon before your followers?" "Ophelia is not a goddess, but a lowly succubus. Succubi only want to eat Master's penis." "In that case, swear allegiance to me using your true name." The enormous shadow of the penis swayed before Ophelia's eyes, a fleeting struggle in her eyes. "Yes, Master. I, the succubus Ophelia, hereby swear to be the most loyal female slave beneath the demon's crotch." The moment the voice fell, a metal collar appeared around Ophelia's smooth neck. At the same time, Isis pulled out Ophelia's Demon Stone; her transparent soul floated out of her body and merged into the Demon Stone.

The once transparent succubus stone had now turned a deep brown, and after merging with Ophelia's soul, it became a
profound , inky black, symbolizing the fall of the former temple goddess, now the contracted succubus Ophelia.

With a snap, Isis raised her hand, and the jet-black, wing-shaped succubus stone was deeply embedded
in the metal collar around Ophelia's neck. The succubus stone, like a black gemstone set in a necklace, shimmered with a deep, dark light.

Ophelia, whose eyes had been empty due to the loss of her soul, instantly regained her clarity. But now,
the goddess 's eyes were filled with the endless allure of a succubus. Overjoyed, Ophelia wept,
clinging tightly to Isis's leg like a lover reunited after a long separation.

"Lady Isis, Ophelia loves you so much, Master. Thank you for turning me into a wanton demon,
allowing me to serve you."

At this moment, Ophelia still retained the memories and personality of her time as the temple goddess, but her soul
, like all succubi, instinctively sought to please and bewitch any demon.

"Want Master's penis?"

"Yes."

"Don't you have anything to say to your devoted followers?"

Ophelia didn't hesitate for a moment, still clinging to Isis's leg, and turned to the dumbfounded humans
.

"But from this day forward, the former temple goddess, Ophelia, will become the most lewd
contracted succubus under Master Isis's crotch. As long as everyone submits to the great demon race like Ophelia, the contracted succubus Ophelia will
serve everyone else as she serves her master."

"Well said. Now I allow you to please Master."

"Ah, thank you, Master."

Ophelia hungrily extended her bright red triangular tongue, opened her mouth and took Isis's genitals into her mouth,
sucking gently like a lover.

In front of all the followers, the former temple goddess happily fluttered her succubus wings, her bright red
hair swaying back and forth, obtaining the succubus's best tonic amidst Isis's low growl.

"Ah, ah, thank you for your kindness, Master."

"Ophelia?"

"Yes, Master."

"Would you like to serve Master?"

"Ophelia is willing to do anything for Master."

"I know that as a succubus you have lost the ability to fight, but succubi are not entirely incapable of fighting,"
Isis waved her hand, and a group of figures instantly appeared on the empty battlefield.

"Ah, ah..."

"Hmm..."

Alluring moans rose and fell, and the figures gradually became clear. They were a group of
women with small horned wings, seductive makeup, and revealing clothing. Like Ophelia at this moment, they were a group of succubi. The succubi of various shades of purple
either swayed their serpentine waists, dancing a fiery erotic dance, or fiddled with their breasts and genitals, indulging in ecstatic masturbation,
turning the originally tense battlefield into a scene of debauchery.

"This is an array that can only be activated by 100 succubi with pure bloodlines. It can
concentrate to influence the mind of the enemy," Isis said, stroking Ophelia's demonic horns. The goddess
Ophelia, like a docile kitten, allowed her master to play with her. "There are 99 succubi here now.
I used the last one as material on you. Ophelia, can you take her place and
complete ?"

"Ophelia is willing to do anything for her master."

The newly born succubus slowly rose, walking seductively into the empty space in the array. She narrowed her eyes, one hand on her
chest, the other inside her skirt, and began to masturbate passionately, oblivious to her surroundings.

Pink energy surged from Ophelia's body, flowing into the array beneath her feet, merging tightly with the energy generated by the other succubi
, becoming inseparable. Then, a bright pink light shone forth.

"Demon soldiers, charge!"

Deprived of the goddess's protection, the panicked divine soldiers immediately crumbled. Desperate, they attempted
a final counterattack, but a pink light flashed, accompanied by lewd sounds and scents. The soldiers' hands
trembled as they brandished their weapons. Ophelia's cries and the voices of other succubi echoed, some divine women even
climaxing on the spot…

The battle quickly ended.

In the temple of the goddess Ophelia, Isis sat on the white jade throne belonging to the goddess.
Ophelia had maintained her true form since the great battle, appearing as a succubus alongside other succubi as she moved
through her former temple, offering delicacies to the demons within.

"Ah, ah, master,"

a succubus gasped, roughly grasped in the demon's grasp.

"Everyone, please be quiet," Isis cleared her voice. "Everyone worked incredibly hard
in this battle. The warrior who contributed the most will receive any reward they desire."

A shadowy figure emerged from the temple—the demon general who had previously disciplined Ophelia in the prison.

"Without his efforts, the unattainable goddess wouldn't have willingly offered us the fruits of victory.
Tell me, what do you want?"

"Heh heh, don't you know what I want, Lady Isis?"

"Ophelia, go."

"Yes, Master."

Ophelia swayed her hips, her bright red high heels clicking as she slowly stepped forward, exuding both
the elegance and the innate allure of a succubus.

Delicate arms wrapped around the demon general's neck: "My lord, please take Ophelia's virginity."

"I've wanted to fuck you, you slut, for a long time. Didn't you look down on demons? Weren't you a high and mighty goddess
?" The demon general roughly pushed Ophelia down, tearing her skirt and stockings. At this moment, he
had endured for so long during the days and nights of training Ophelia.

"Ophelia is a lowly demon, Ophelia is a bitch
goddess ." Ophelia's soft body pressed against the demon general's bare chest, her high-heeled legs tightly
wrapped around his waist. Her voice was passionate and unrestrained, completely from the heart, without a trace of affectation,
unlike the hollow tone she used during training.

"Humble succubus, use the womb that once belonged to the goddess to receive the demon's semen! I will make the
arrogant temple goddess, in the form of a succubus, willingly give birth to the strongest warrior for the demon race!"

...

In a corner of the temple, a statue of the goddess, in sync with Ophelia's spirit, appeared from the day the goddess fell into misfortune.
The cracks appeared. The once sacred statue, as fragments crumbled away, vanished, replaced
by a lewd scene.

The same goddess's face now emitted a seductive laugh, like that of a nymphomaniac. The demonic horns atop her head added
a touch of wickedness. She wore a sexy strapless corset and short skirt; one hand
clutched her breasts, while the other slipped inside her skirt—a stark reminder of Ophelia's masturbation on the battlefield. Centuries later, would anyone wonder why a statue of a lowly succubus

would stand in this prosperous demon city ? At the base of the statue, the words "Temple Goddess" crumbled away with a series of cracking sounds, replaced by eight large, bright red characters: Contract Succubus—Ophelia.

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