A layer of purplish smoke rose from the summoning circle and from behind it, a succubus walked out.
Her horns were curved, with a mixture of black and violet gleam.
The wings behind her stretched out and she polished it as if she was finally free after a long time of collecting dust.
Even as her skimping black armor clung to her sensual curves. Her pale skin made her look just damn perfect.
Smirking deviously, her red eyes glowed and the entire arena turned upside down.
An invisible wave of energy erupted from her body as her long tail whipped on the ground.
And everyone who could be a victim, felt it.
Dean's chest tightened. But his chest wasn't the only place that tightened.
He could feel his veins bulging even as his heart began pounding in his chest like a war drum.
Looking around. It seemed he wasn't the only one.
All the male students shifted in their seats as their eyes drifted in embarrassment.
Dean could see how they all struggled behind gasp and silent groans.
As something wrestled for freedom in their expanding pants.
'What the fuck?'. Dean thought as he felt the full brunt of the skill.
But instead of being drawn to the succubus like the others. His head tilted elsewhere.
His eyes rested on Astrea. She was merely a few metres away but the way she looked.
Her rosy lips that matched her hair.
The confidence in her posture. The chaos hidden behind her calm red eyes.
Dean's jaw tightened. As he felt his blood burning with passion.
'Stop. Get yourself together,' he tried resisting. But it was futile.
She was invading his mind at an alarming pace. Feeling hopelessly distracted as he gawked at her.
Astrea's eyes squinted as she leaned forward. Her cheeks turning red as she looked lower.
Feeling embarrassed, Dean achieved a surge of adrenaline as he managed to turn towards Ash.
And just then, he got an idea.
Using Resonance, he abused its connections and switched his vision with Ash'.
Sharing vision with his summon, he could now see what Ash was seeing and it definitely wasn't Astrea.
What Ash saw was Marcus who was already up. He definitely wasn't affected by his summon's spell but noticed the scale.
Marcus gritted his teeth. The indiscriminate range meant he needed to end this immediately. Or he would have a major problem.
But Dean was no pushover.
Taking a deep breath. Dean pushed himself and faced the succubus and its summoner.
The bitch smiled exactly like the seductress that she was.
"Interesting," she purred. Her voice, as soft as silk and arousing as an aphrodisiac.
"Most boys can't look away," she said, biting the tip of her polished nails.
"Let's end this fast…" Marcus said as he charged forward.
With the succubus behind him. They closed the distance instantly. And it was now two on two.
Even connected to the growling Ash, Dean still fought against the growing bulge as his crotch felt like an additional leg.
Pulling at his attention more than he could manage.
Clenching his fist. Dean's mind was all over the place. He couldn't pick the best course of action.
Instead, he stuck to instinct and swung his lightning coated fist forward, but Marcus dodged it easily.
With his claws flashing in the light, Marcus aimed for Dean's face.
Dean spotted it on time with Hermit's eyes but his reaction was too slow. His lack of concentration had messed up his chances.
The claws cut deeply into Dean's cheeks stretching towards his eye that closed reflexively.
Blood sprayed as Dean yelled in pain. Even as his vision blurred.
His mind suddenly drifted in the depths of the jolting pain.
Within a dark alley, he saw the tooth of a young child on the ground, even as his body lay in a puddle of water mixed with blood.
While he laid there, a shadow hovered over him.
"No…"
His vision went dark.
'No…Never again…I'm nobody's food.'
At that moment, something snapped in Dean.
The old memories flooded out as his blood lust exploded like a wave.
Dean's eyes were cold and dark like someone turned off the light behind them.
Moving purely on instinct. His lightning coated fists roared.
As he ignored resonance and simply went for Marcus.
The werewolf felt the bloodlust. Stepping back, he raised his hand in a placating gesture.
"Wait–"
But Dean wasn't having it.
He charged but not like a wild beast as expected.
His fists were flying at ten punches per second but with perfect aim.
It was all aimed at points that would incapacitate Marcus.
From his throat, to his chest, to his solar plexus.
Marcus was pushed back but he was barely able to block the onslaught.
The succubus moved to intercept but Ash got to her first.
The Slime's Dire wolf form had changed. It was larger with its fur spiking up.
Its fangs and claws had grown longer and sharper as its innocent eyes were now fully red like blood.
With the armor plates spreading to cover its whole body.
It deflected the succubus tail strike. And bit into her shoulder, ripping through the arm and wings there .
The succubus screamed as she raised her functioning arm trying to cast something.
But Ash didn't hesitate. It didn't need to.
It already knew what Dean wanted, before Dean himself, did.
Its claws tore into the succubus from both sides.
And bit through the second arm, ripping through the light and wings like a raging beast.
The succubus soon began dissolving into smoke but before she disappeared.
She whispered. "Look at me.."
And the arena tilted in her direction. Like a hive mind of horny men.
The moment she disappeared. Every male in the room felt relieved.
Except Marcus that is...
"Fuck–" he said, as he staggered back after a jab that would have snapped his neck if he wasn't a werewolf.
Not letting up. Dean, who was now cladded with the armor from Recoil core, grabbed at his throat.
Then slammed him into the ground causing a small crater. He raised his free hand as the veins behind the armor pulsed with heat.
"ENOU–" Dr Thomas was about to yell when a hand rested on his shoulder.
"Wait."
Marcus had covered one eye knowing he was fucked but in that moment, Dean froze.
But not by choice.
With his fist inches from Marcus's face, Dean's eyes grew calmer. As a pale white hand rested on his biceps, holding him back.
The blood from his face dropped as Dean felt every inch of bloodlust disappear.
Marcus was on the ground, battered and bruised. Bleeding from different places with his transformation already worn off.
Dean's breathing slowed as he snapped his hand from Astrea's hold.
He slowly moved off Marcus.
Quickly the werewolf rolled from underneath him.
He stopped on the side. Coughing blood as he grabbed his midsection between grimaces.
Dean looked at his bloody hands. Turned to see Astrea still staring at him. Her eyes unflinching.
Then he turned to Ash who was still in its enraged form..Its eyes were still bloodshot.
"What did I just do?" He bit his lower lip as his pulse relaxed.
Attached to this, is an illustration of the Succubus..