Chapter 736: We Need Backup!
Maria’s wings drooped. Her tail lay limp across the sheets. Her eyes, once glowing with that iridescent pink fire, had dulled to a soft, exhausted shimmer.
She couldn’t even move anymore—not her arms, not her legs, not even her fingers.
She just lay there on the ruined bed like a discarded doll, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.
Her pussy also ached. Not in a bad way—more like a pleasant, worn-out soreness, the kind that came from being used thoroughly and lovingly.
Her asshole was stretched, still twitching faintly around nothing.
Her jaw hurt from all the times she’d taken him in her mouth.
She felt like she’d run a marathon, then climbed a mountain, then fought a war.
And Cassius? Cassius looked like he’d just finished a light jog.
He was still hard. Still eager. Still watching her with those intense, hungry eyes that made her shiver even now.
But more then that—he was concerned for her.
"Maria." He said softly, brushing sweat-damp hair from her forehead.
"What are we gonna do? You’re obviously exhausted. I don’t want to break your body down even more."
She wanted to tell him to keep going. To push through the exhaustion, to take her again and again until she passed out.
But even she had to admit—she was done.
Her body was screaming for rest. Her limbs felt like they were filled with sand. She couldn’t even lift her head off the pillow.
She atleast needed a break to recuperate her energy.
But just then a mischievous little idea sparked in her hazy mind.
She looked up at him with those glowing pink eyes and gave a tired smile.
"Well...the Goddess did say one more thing, Cassius."
That caught his full attention. He raised an eyebrow, gently pulling out of her with a wet pop.
"Yeah? What is it?"
"Mother knew that I might not be able to handle it all myself."
She continued, each word an effort.
"But she said it’s alright. She said that as long as certain people help me and take your cum into their bodies in my place—it’s totally fine."
"It’s even beneficial for them. They’d gain karmic retribution. For my sake."
Cassius’s eyebrows shot up.
"Who? What sort of people would do something as lewd as that? Are there a group of succubi nearby or something?"
He looked around the room as if expecting a troupe of demonesses to materialize from the shadows.
But Maria shook her head weakly until finally saying,
"It’s...Joy’s sisters, Cassius."
He went very still.
"The nuns who always travel with us." She explained. "The ones who serve under me."
"The Goddess said that if they agree to help, if they willingly take my place—then everything will be balanced."
"They’ll gain good karma. And I’ll be able to...rest."
But then she looked away, her cheeks flushing despite her exhaustion as she added shyly,
"But they’d never agree and I also don’t want them to suffer for my mistakes. I can’t possibly ask them to do something like this."
Cassius was quiet for a long moment. Then, slowly, a grin spread across his face.
A devilish one.
"I doubt that, Maria."
She looked back at him, confused.
"Those sisters look up to you." He said, stroking her cheek. "They adore you. If they knew that their beloved Lady Maria was suffering, that she needed help..."
"...I’m pretty sure they’d be willing to make some sacrifices."
She opened her mouth to argue, but he kept going.
"And I’m also willing to make sure it doesn’t even feel like a sacrifice for them."
"I can make it a very...pleasurable experience."
Maria hesitated.
Her rational mind screamed at her to say no. To protect her sisters, to keep them innocent, to not drag them into this web of lust and sin she had woven for herself.
But she was still in her succubus form.
And the succubus inside her had other ideas.
Dark thoughts swirled through her mind. Images of her sweet, devoted sisters—the ones who always followed her, who looked at her with such pure admiration—being taken by Cassius.
Being filled by him. Being ruined in the most delicious way.
The thoughts should have horrified her.
Instead, they made her smile.
"Alright, Cassius." Her voice was soft, almost dreamy. "If they’re really willing to agree...then I’m willing to bring them along for the ride."
Cassius’s grin widened.
Then he paused, a flicker of concern crossing his face.
"What about Joy? What’s she going to say about this?"
Maria thought about her daughter. About how protective Joy was, how fiercely she guarded her mother.
The old Maria would have panicked at the thought of Joy finding out.
But the succubus Maria just smiled.
A dangerous, mischievous smile.
"I’ll keep it a secret from her. For now." She reached up and traced Cassius’s jaw. "I’ll talk to her later. After everything’s...settled."
Cassius’s eyes glittered.
"So. Just bring them over?"
Maria nodded, her succubus nature fully in control.
"Just bring them over."
He kissed her forehead, then stood up from the bed, completely naked and completely unashamed.
"Wait here." He said. "I’ll let Lucious call them over."
Maria watched him walk toward the door, admiring the flex of his muscles, the confident set of his shoulders. Even exhausted, even aching, she couldn’t help but feel a thrill of anticipation.
She whispered to herself with a little giggle,
"Forgive me, Mother...but this penance just got a lot more fun."
—
One hour later...
Right now, outside the door of the room where Cassius and Maria were, a nun with a tall, slender figure, medium-length grey hair, and sharp green eyes was standing nervously.
This was Stella. Joy’s right-hand woman. The one who took charge whenever Joy wasn’t around. The second vice leader of the Sisters of the Holy Order.
On the surface, she had an older sister-like aura.
Always smiling, always patient, always warm when she talked to the other sisters with those half-lidded eyes of her.
But in the capital, she wasn’t known as ’that nice responsible nun.’
She was known as the Holy Executioner.
Just like Joy, she wielded an axe. A massive, brutal thing that could cleave through bone like butter.
And on every mission, she left behind heaps of bodies. Piles of them. Mountains of them.
The reason they called her the Executioner was simple: whenever Joy apprehended criminals and didn’t want to do the final deed herself, Stella was always the first to volunteer.
And she would behead them—one by one with a vicious, almost ecstatic look on her face.
She enjoyed it.
Not because she was cruel. Not because she was bloodthirsty. But because of what she had seen.
—
Stella’s past was darkness wrapped in shadows wrapped in nightmares.
When she was a child, she and her mother had been kidnapped by bandits.
Right before her eyes, she had watched her own mother get violated. Brutalized. Destroyed.
Most children would have broken. Would have been traumatized for life, unable to function, unable to even speak of what they had seen.
Stella was not most children.
She took all that pain, all that horror, all that helpless rage—and she channeled it into something else. Something sharp. Something deadly.
She swore revenge.
As she grew up, she taught herself to fight. She picked up an axe, a weapon that matched her fury and went after criminals on her own.
Bandits. Murderers. Rapists. Any man who preyed on the weak.
She hunted them. Caught them. And she sliced their heads off, one after another.
She was already building a reputation by the time she was sixteen. A ghost. A nightmare.
A woman who appeared from nowhere and left nothing but corpses.
But then, years ago, she was caught.
She had been in the middle of an execution—a nobleman who had been abusing his servants for years. She had dragged him out of his mansion, made him kneel in the street, and raised her axe—
A young girl stopped her.
She was maybe fifteen. Dressed in white robes. Holding a golden axe that gleamed in the moonlight.
Joy.
The newly appointed Saintess of Judgment.
Stella had frozen, certain that this was the end. She had killed nobles—important ones. The empire would make an example of her. She would be executed, and no one would mourn.
But Joy didn’t raise her weapon.
Instead, she looked at Stella. Really looked at the blood on her hands. At the fire in her eyes. At the pain she was trying so hard to hide.
And she said, "You’re good with that axe. Join me."
Stella was baffled. "I just killed a nobleman. You should be arresting me."
Joy shrugged. "He deserved it."
That was it. That was the moment everything changed.
Stella joined hesitantly at first. She had no interest in becoming a sister. No desire to read holy scriptures or pray to a goddess who had let her mother suffer.
But Joy had given her a choice: die, or follow.
She chose to live.
And she didn’t trust Joy at all. Not at first.
But then she watched Joy work. Watched her cut through criminals like wheat before a scythe.
Watched her drench her robes in blood every single day without flinching.
It honestly scared Stella—she had thought she herself was terrifying, but Joy was something else entirely.
But Joy didn’t stop at killing.
She taught Stella. Gave her an education she had never received. Every time they traveled, Joy would pull out books and teach her how to read, how to write, how to do calculations.
She showed Stella that there was more to life than vengeance.
And slowly, that wall around Stella’s heart began to crack.
Joy wasn’t like anyone else in the world. She was genuine. Fierce. Uncompromising.
She hunted evil not for glory, not for recognition, but because it was the right thing to do.
Stella threw her wholehearted loyalty toward her.
She became Joy’s right hand. Willing to give her life without a second thought. If Joy told her to fall on her own blade, she would do it with a smile.
That was how loyal she was.
So when Joy announced they were going after Cassius Vindictus Holyfield, the man she called her greatest enemy yet—Stella braced herself.
Joy acted like he was the devil himself. She even prayed before they left, as if she expected to die in this war.
Stella didn’t hesitate. If this was the end, so be it.
But who could have predicted that, that same Cassius that she wanted to hunt down so much would become someone she would look forward to meeting everyday?