Malignant had spent her entire life satisfying her endless desires.
She was the most powerful succubus in history, and naturally closer to the essence of her soul than other succubi, for their nature had been instilled in them when the obyrith first created them.
Soran was undoubtedly an excellent means of satisfying her.
At least, across the entire Multiverse, it was almost impossible to find another being with his strength and constitution who also possessed such supreme skills.
She seemed to weigh her options for a long time.
At last, Malignant, the Succubus Queen, reached a decision and murmured, "Perhaps I could start somewhere else."
"I remember taking control of a witch just last year."
At that thought, the image of a strikingly beautiful witch surfaced in Malignant's mind. From the moment she first saw her, the Succubus Queen had decided that this witch could be transformed into an excellent succubus. That was why she had answered her prayers and bestowed her personal mark upon her, considerably increasing her power. A Demon Lord's crest was branded directly onto the soul. As far as the Succubus Queen was concerned, the witch had practically become her servant.
This witch was one of the pawns she had prepared!
Since she had no intention of leaving for now, perhaps she should consider finding a suitable time to put this pawn to use.
The Gurumba Arena, the Magma Pool.
Soran stepped naked into the scalding magma. Its searing heat could not harm him at all; instead, he absorbed the power of the lava within the volcano bit by bit.
At that moment, Soran wore a contemplative expression.
"Who exactly is she?"
Soran could not help frowning as he murmured, "She definitely can't be an ordinary high-ranking succubus! Even Renaliss couldn't withstand my thrusts. She