Deviant: No Longer Human

The trickle of people emerging from the palace was slow, and he grew impatient, eager to uncover the secrets that lay within the ancient walls.

"Mhm," Aurora assented, her expression unreadable as she followed him up the stone steps, their footfalls echoing in the quiet of the night.

The courtyard they crossed was vast, yet it bore an air of neglect, the shadows cast by the moon turning the unkempt flora into ghostly silhouettes.

It was here a small assembly had gathered upon Elara\'s command—servants of the castle, perhaps, or other denizens of Asmodeous\'s domain.

They huddled together, casting wary glances at Wang Xiao and Aurora, their murmurs a low hum in the otherwise silent expanse.

Unfazed by the hushed tones of speculation, Wang Xiao and Aurora continued on, passing through the large wooden doors of the castle.

The doors stood open as if in invitation—or as a silent evidence the chaos that had befallen the once-secure stronghold.

As they stepped inside, the castle\'s interior loomed before them, a grand foyer that whispered of both grandeur and desolation, the very stones of the halls imbued with the echoes of a thousand secrets, until —

"Everyone, gather in the courtyard!"

Elara\'s commanding voice echoed through the castle corridors, disrupting the quiet examination of its medieval architecture by Wang Xiao.

Her announcement, cascading down from the upper stairs, heralded the onset of further tumult. Before them a scene of disarray—over a dozen women, embroiled in confusion and forming cliques, their whispers a rising storm.

"Hey, Elara, who gave you the right to marshal everyone in the absence of our Lord?" A woman\'s sultry voice sliced through the air, her long violet hair cascading around her like a waterfall, signaling her distinction from the rest. Encircled by a group of eight, she stood out as a ringleader, her mocking tone aimed squarely at Elara.

Elara\'s response was a piercing glare. "By the decree of Lord Asmodeous himself. Heed the call, or don\'t—the choice is yours. But remember, your fate is not my concern." Her proclamation sent ripples through the crowd.

!!

Jhenny, emerging as the de facto leader of the dissenting group, conceded with a heavy sigh, signaling her followers.

"Girls! The lord\'s will is clear, and there\'s no arguing with that! Let\'s head outside," she declared, her demeanor signaling resignation as she led her group out, the others following in her wake, their steps echoing a reluctant obedience to a command they dared not defy.

In the politics of this castle, survival was an art, finely honed by the necessity to navigate the treacherous waters of power and favor.

The women of the castle, understanding the high stakes of their existence, crafted their own methods of enduring in a realm where alliances could mean the difference between life and absorption.

The direst fate awaited any woman who shared Asmodeous\'s bed; to be consumed wholly by him unless deemed \'unworthy\' of such an integration—a grim lottery where luck was a fickle guardian.

To evade such a fate, the women devised a strategy not just of luck, but of calculated avoidance.

They established a network of factions, each a small bastion of mutual protection and shared secrets.

Central to their strategy was steering clear of Asmodeous\'s nocturnal summons.

The Lord of the Castle, engrossed in his own affairs, seldom selected a companion personally, delegating this task to a trusted servant.

Thus, the key to survival for these factions hinged on maintaining a favorable rapport with this servant, ensuring their members remained unnoticed and unchosen.

There were instances when the castle\'s inhabitants remained untouched, a clear evidence to their strategy\'s effectiveness.

Instead, new groups of women were brought in from beyond the castle\'s confines, unsuspecting and unprepared for the fate that awaited them.

This adaptability, this never-ending pursuit of survival within the castle\'s oppressive confines, showcased the undying survival spirit of all living beings.

It was a reminder of humanity\'s capacity to endure and find ways of survival, even in the most shadowed corners of existence, where the specter of death loomed ever-present.

"..."

Elara\'s sharp eyes narrowed at Jhenny as she swept through the crowd, her hips swaying provocatively.

Elara\'s expression remained stoic as she watched the scene.

Jhenny, the oldest surviving woman in the castle with six years under her belt, drew all eyes with her movements.

The only one who had been there longer was Elara herself, who had spent a decade in residence.

Asmodeous had never dared to touch Elara, fearing that her poisonous touch would scar his sacred form.

Elara was well aware that Asmodeous was uncertain of how her venom would affect him.

Asmodeous simply did not want to take any risks.

In that moment, Jhenny, on her way out, caught sight of Aurora and Wang Xiao standing near the entrance.

Unable to resist, she called out, "Ara, who are these new faces? Hehe, has Lord Asmodeous developed a taste for \'strong\' women?" With a quick stride, she made her way toward where Aurora and Wang Xiao stood, her ample bosom bouncing with each step.

Each movement emphasized their impressive size, capturing attention.

Boing! Boing!

Although Aurora was undeniably beautiful, it was Wang Xiao who truly captivated Jhenny.

She approached him directly, reaching out to grasp his face with a grin. "Ohho... Look at that adorable face. Did the lord personally choose you... Cutie?" she exclaimed, noting the drop in Wang Xiao\'s expression.

"..."

In the next moment, Jhenny engulfed Wang Xiao in a tight embrace, her sweet, seductive scent enveloping him, making his nose tingle as her ample bosom pressed against him.

Her slender fingers deftly opened his shirt and slipped inside, her eyes sparkling with surprise. "Oh, are you perhaps taking testosterone, girl? Your build is quite solid," she said, her words flowing effortlessly, her whisper sending a shiver down Wang Xiao\'s spine.

"Ah, baby, don\'t be angry so fast. I am merely inspecting the goods for the lord," Jhenny told him, her face inches away from his. The overpowering burst of perfume that washed over Wang Xiao made him feel nauseous. However, what happened next left him utterly stunned.

"Hmm? What\'s this thinghy—?" Jhenny plunged her hands directly inside his pants, exploring for a hidden treasure. Unintentionally, she stumbled upon something unexpected, causing her to freeze in disbelief.