After having veered to the side and left Rita behind, he had quickly caught up to Rika while circling around her.

Once he stood two dozen steps to her left, he had activated his Shadow Lacuna Skill.

This time, however, it hadn't been activated to make Rika slip.

Shadow Lacuna and Slithering Shadow were two sides of the same coin.

Both created a sub-space in shadows.

Slithering Shadow allowed the User to slip into that shadow, while Shadow Lacuna allowed the User to wield that space differently.

With Shadow Lacuna, others could be made to slip into shadows. Additionally, things could be slipped and stored in that space.

Amon had gained a practical inventory with Shadow Lacuna, where he could store his various items and weapons.

Amon currently holds in his shadow the weapons he had taken from the Hobgoblins and Goblins, namely a couple of spears and knives, the weapons he had taken from Levia's fallen Followers, daggers and maces, all strengthened with Corruption Infusion, as well as…

Once standing two dozen steps to Rika's left, Amon had crouched slightly, preparing to leap into the air.

His right hand reached below, and the haft of a weapon rose from the ground, exiting his shadow. He grabbed it powerfully and leapt into the air.

'Let's…' The crimson blade of the Blood Moon Reaper's Arm glistened under the moonlight as it was raised up, and blazing red corrupted flames started oozing out. 'Give this a try!'

The swing of the weapon gave birth to a crescent, all-consuming slash that burned and cut everything in its path.

"What the hell was that?"

"Nothing much." Amon shrugged.

Bulging veins appeared on Rika's skin.

"You should probably stop." Rita said, stepping forward. "You know my threads better than that."

Just as those words were uttered, drops of blood started going down Rika's arms and thighs.

"You might have the strength to escape, but the bleeding left behind won't leave you able to fight."

"Ugh!" Rika's head snapped toward her, eyes full of loathing. "Why are you helping him?"

"Everyone wants a place where they belong, right?" Rita shrugged, stepping back. "In any case, it's him you should be talking to-"

Her eyes slowly widened as she felt her back press against Amon's body. She hadn't realized that he was standing behind her.

"So you just want a place where you belong, huh?" He whispered, lowering his gaze to meet hers.

Rita remained with her back against him, her head slightly turned and raised to stare at him. "Yes," She answered, ever so slightly pushing her butt into him.

"I'm sure we can make that work." Amon momentarily stared at Rika. "With that out of the way," He directed his gaze back at Rita. "Where were we?"

Rita's eyes widened with surprise for a moment.

She smiled, and her hands started moving.

With her back against him, her cuffed hands were close as well.

Rita's fingers quickly got to his pants.

"You can use your threads despite being cuffed."

"I can." Rita nodded. "One hand for the threads, one hand for your pants."

"I thought you needed to move your hands to control them."

"They're easier to control that way, but I can control and move them with my mind as well," Rita explained before puffing her cheeks. "I'm bummed."

"Why is that?"

"I'm working on getting your pants off, and all you can talk or think about is my magic?"

"Well, your magic is pretty important right now," Amon whispered, moving one hand to Rita's waist. "Wouldn't want to get interrupted again," He added, momentarily glancing at the bound Rika.

"Maybe we should deal with that first, then," Rita shrugged. "That way you'll be able to focus on me."

"Hm…" Amon thought for a moment. "We can do that." He nodded.

The two had been completely ignoring Rika's cursing and complaining.

"Let me go," Rika hissed, "Vulkan will kill all of us! If you let me go, I'll be able to barter on your behalf!"

"No," Amon said simply.

The hands he had placed on Rita's waist moved her aside, and he walked closer.

"Why did you run away?" Amon asked as he moved toward her with deliberate slowness, his boots silent on the forest floor.

"I… I didn't!" Rika shouted. "I don't recall being told to stay put! I'm still free to go for a walk, aren't I?"

"You're free to go for a walk." Amon nodded. "Seemed like you were going for a run just now."

Rika's breathing turned ragged. Even Levia had surrendered to him.

There was no way she could win against him. Right now, Vulkan was irrelevant.

Her gaze flicked to Rita, then back to Amon. For a brief moment, she considered lunging.

Amon smiled. Rita could read it on her face.

"Try," she said softly. "You'll cut the threads, and yourself.'

Rika froze in place. The muscles she had been contracting to fight against the threads' embrace relaxed.

"What do you want?" She asked, staring at Amon, who was standing right in front of her. "I can give it to you," Rika whispered, spreading her legs as much as the threads' tightness allowed. "If it's what you want."

Amon's eyebrow was left twitching. 'That's what's on her mind in this situation? Hm, I guess it shouldn't be surprising. She's a Succubus, and I'm a horny guy. It's only right.' He shrugged.

"It's why you had Rita bind me like this, isn't it?" Rika smirked.

'It is?!' Rita thought to herself.

"Honestly, I'm into it." Rika continued. "Being chased, hunted, and bound was just the foreplay I needed to get in the mood."

"Where were you going?" He asked.

"What does it matter now? You caught me already, you can use my body however you like."

Amon stared for a moment. 'I'm not going to get anything useful out of her.'

While Rika had started this as a ploy, she was now blushing and quivering, having successfully turned herself on.

"I can?" Amon asked with a smile as he got even closer. "Use your body however I want?"

Rita's eyes narrowed. 'What the hell? I thought we were going to go at it while she watched, am I going to turn out to be the one watching from the cuck chair?!'

"Yes." Rika answered with a begging voice. "Use me however you want. You'll see that my body is…"

She shivered as Amon placed a hand on her chest.

"Go on," Rika urged.

"If I can use your body however I want, then I'll get a taste." Amon said, licking his lip.

'Can't believe I'll be the cuck.' Rita sighed internally. 'Oh, well-'

"Yes, yes!" Rika moaned as her legs quivered. "Tear my clothes off! Tears my clothes off and-"

The passage of time seemed to have been paused. Each Succubus was as shocked as the other.

It wasn't her clothes that Amon had torn.

Rita felt chills all over her body as well as immense pressure pushing down on her.

"I'll use your body however I want and,"

Blood went down Rika's confused face.

"Devour you."

The hand that had been placed on Rika's chest, had just pierced through her skin.

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