Void Beetle Evolution Guide

Out of compassion for the victim, the two had no choice but to obediently sit down and keep her company. They wanted to sit away from the Wild Hunt, but Morgana had already pulled out chairs for them, right on either side of the Wild Hunt.

This seating arrangement is clearly unreasonable; everyone is crammed onto one side of the table, and for some reason, there are only three chairs.

“Don’t get your hands dirty, let me feed you.” Morgana gestured for Wild Hunt to sit down, then picked up a peeled red shrimp from her sister’s arm, dipped it in the sauce on the snow-covered top, and fed it to Wild Hunt.

Wild Hunt chewed without any apparent burden, uttering a chilling statement: "If it weren't for the fact that I don't like eating people, I would really like to try the taste of angels."

Morgana licked her fingers and smiled. She had already tasted the Wild Hunt, but she wasn't so frivolous as to make such a joke in front of the two girls... She preferred to prove it with actions.

She lifted her skirt and naturally straddled Wild Hunt's thighs, her slender arms hooking around his neck, gazing at her esteemed guest with affectionate eyes. Although the heavy skirt concealed their intimate area, it was easy to see from her posture—with her buttocks raised and her back straight—that certain parts of their bodies had already become deeply intertwined, connected to each other.

The two women's eyes widened in disbelief. They finally understood why there were only three chairs. Morgana, the revered Mother of the Veil, had brazenly disregarded the presence of others and committed such a lewd and obscene act. Had she lost all sense of shame?

They quickly buried their heads in their food, not daring to lift this last veil of modesty. Then they realized there were no forks, chopsticks, or other utensils provided, so they had to grab the food with their hands and stuff it into their mouths. They could barely taste anything, because their attention was entirely focused on senses other than taste; the flavor of the food was the last thing they needed to care about at that moment.

The angel's holy and inviolable body lay before them, while another angel witnessed her fall beside them. It was a feast of food and sex, the fusion and collision of two great desires transforming into evaporating alcohol. Feeling out of place, they tried to hold their breath, yet the lewd atmosphere still made their heads spin, their sensitive and delicate minds feeling as if they were being tossed and turned in a scalding hot pot.

Even though they tried their best to avoid touching Kyle's body while retrieving the food, the sticky rice balls still caused Kyle's body to tremble slightly as they pulled at his skin. What also terrified them was the Wild Hunt and Morgana's overly intimate behavior; they had progressed to the point of feeding each other mouth-to-mouth. Morgana would first bite a piece of food from Kyle's body, then use her tongue to push it, moistened with saliva, and feed it to the Wild Hunt.

"Eat up, you'll have energy when you're full..." In this kind of environment, no one had any appetite, let alone Morgana's sudden remark, which filled them with pessimism about the future.

Without even lifting a finger, Wild Hunt simply wrapped his arm around Morgana's waist and slipped his other hand under the slit of her long dress, wantonly kneading her trembling, large breasts.

He hadn't expected Morgana to be so thirsty; it was unusual for a dignified lady to become so ravenous with just a little stimulation.

If what she's doing now is to get revenge on Kyle, then she has plenty of opportunities to be alone with the Wild Hunt; there's no need for her to trample on her reputation in front of two juniors.

This was pure addiction. Centuries of restraint finally led to a vengeful quest. That's why Morgana felt a perfect physical connection with the Wild Hunt the first time she was coerced, and she immediately defected to the enemy, even carving her first time as a memento to give to the Wild Hunt.

From that time on, she began to show signs of something, something a normal person wouldn't do.

Chapter 658 Not even acting anymore

"What would you like to eat? I'll get it for you."

Kyle watched as Morgana took the food from her and fed it to Wild Hunt, her heart already numb.

She had experienced even more extreme things. Morgana once tied her to the throne and used her as a human cushion for the two of them, allowing her to watch her sister's ecstatic expression as she went through the orgasm.

It wasn't that she didn't want to resist; their powers originated from the same source, and Morgana's chains couldn't suppress her indefinitely. What truly made Kayle give up resistance was the worm eggs the Wild Hunt had planted within her.

Because Kyle refused to cooperate, the Wild Hunt, unable to establish a mental link with her, created a special kind of worm and placed it in her brain in order to control her.

The insect egg usually lies dormant, but once Kyle experiences a strong mental fluctuation, the egg becomes restless, releasing bioelectricity that causes involuntary convulsions.

Pain alone could not subdue Kyle; she was unafraid of death to break free of control. However, this parasite would constantly receive her brainwaves, and once it had gathered enough information, it would hatch, bypass the brain, and completely take over her body.

What's more terrifying than death is being a puppet whose life is worse than death. Therefore, Kyle must always remain rational, abandon futile struggles, and wait for an opportunity to turn the tide.

But would the Wild Hunt give her the chance? Kyle is upright and incorruptible, and she can't tolerate even the slightest imperfection. It would be too easy to anger her.

Even though she has abandoned her fallen sister and decided not to let Morgana affect her emotions anymore, the Wild Hunt still has ways to bind the two together.

The eggs also have another function: through a synesthetic link with nearby armor, Kayle can share Morgana's senses. All the stimuli Morgana receives from the Wild Hunt will ultimately be transmitted completely to Kayle.

She was like a stone tied to her feet, growing heavier the thirst she felt, dragging Kyle deeper into the sea of ​​desire. All Kyle could do was concentrate on resisting the pleasure, but her resistance was like a splash of water, utterly insignificant in the face of the surging tide.

After bravely taking that step, Morgana has forgotten what restraint is.

Beneath her skirt, a torrent of emotions surged. Morgana controlled the muscles of her vagina, causing them to writhe and undulate. The tightly closed passage, riddled with folds, clung to the aggressive heat, its pink lips opening and closing incessantly, revealing the tender flesh inside to kiss the lion's base, repeatedly coating it with sticky love juice.

If it weren't for the presence of two younger members, Morgana would have already been grinding away at the millstone with her plump buttocks. Although she didn't make any obvious physical movements, her constantly contracting vagina was continuously extracting the scorching essence. The suction force of her sitting on the ground amplified the pleasure of the wild hunt, and transparent egg white would occasionally ooze from the fountain.

His hand, hidden beneath her skirt, relentlessly tugged at her plump buttocks, his fingers hooking like barbs around her anus and pulling upwards, stimulating her sphincter muscles to contract forcefully. The heat, trapped in the dim, warm space beneath the skirt, caused her voluptuous legs to bead with fine sweat—this was the reason Morgana was often soaked.

The two girls beside him could only pretend not to see anything, burying their heads in their dinner. The delicacies, still warm from their bodies, made them feel hot and restless. As time went on, they noticed that Kyle's body at the table had also begun to tremble.

The naked angel arched her back, suspended in mid-air, her abdomen contracting and bulging violently. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she let out suppressed gasps. Her two breasts trembled, and the sauce on their peaks flowed down like melting snow, wetting her ribs and armpits, and staining her pure white wings.

Just watching her movements, one could vividly feel the pleasure erupting within them like a volcano, causing the two girls to blush deeply. Even the food on her body seemed to lose its purity, now tainted with filthy sweat, as if mixed with succubus saliva, as if consuming it would be an aphrodisiac.

Morgana casually picked up a piece of honey-glazed abalone that had rolled off Kyle and shoved it back into his mouth. Kyle didn't spit it out dismissively, but he didn't chew or swallow either, as if he had lost all feeling in his mouth. (The last two lines are unrelated and appear to be random characters.)

"Don't just keep eating with your head covered, have some wine too." Morgana said this to the two girls, raising her glass, which was already full of wine, and gesturing for them to clink glasses with her.

Lux forced a smile and raised her glass in agreement, while Sona's face didn't even have a fake smile. She was wondering why Wild Hunt and Morgana had let them see this scene, and what their purpose was.

Sona knew all too well that getting drunk could easily lead to loss of virginity, so she clinked glasses but didn't drink a drop. But whether she drank or not was actually irrelevant; in this kind of wild party, her chances of leaving untouched were extremely slim.

They were not guests, but rather desserts served at the table.

Morgana tilted her head back and drank the wine in one gulp, holding it in her mouth for a moment before feeding the imported wine to Wild Hunt. A few drops of the crystal-clear liquid spilled out, dripping down her chin onto Wild Hunt's chest. Morgana then stretched out her hands like a lovesick woman, sliding them back and forth across his firm chest.

"You might not believe it, but this person is actually the guardian behind Demacia."

Seeing the puzzled looks from the two women, Morgana explained, "Kayle abandoned the homeland that raised her after that war and has neglected Demacia for centuries. But it's better that she's not here; if she were, the situation in Demacia would only be worse. As for me, I hide in the shadows, indifferent to the world, providing shelter only to a small group of people, watching the country gradually go astray without doing anything."

Morgana sighed, "At the time, I was afraid that my interference would invite Kyle's intervention. Her ruthless judgment was something no country could withstand. Only after the God subdued her could I begin to make my plans without any scruples."

No rumor is more convincing than the truth spoken by the person involved. Sona believed that Morgana had no reason to lie to her, thinking that Galio had gained a long life right before her eyes. Demacia was turning in the direction they hoped for, but the one who started it all was someone with an extremely promiscuous private life.

"Why are you saying all that nonsense? Do you think I'm the kind of person who cares about my image?" Wild Hunt stopped pretending and slapped Morgana's big peach-shaped buttocks, the surging flesh making a crisp echo: "Give me a change of pace."

"What do you want to eat?" Morgana asked in return, not angry at all.

“I want to…eat this!” The Wild Hunt’s gaze fell on Morgana’s chest. He suddenly grabbed her collar and pulled it down sharply, revealing her incredibly voluptuous breasts, which were completely exposed to their intersecting gazes. The violent bouncing impacted the pure hearts of the two women.

Wild Hunt completely ignored the terrified look in her eyes, cupped her breasts, brought the two swollen, luscious nipples together, gently bit and sucked hard, stretching the delicate skin into an incredibly shameful shape.

"I just can't do anything with you." Watching the Wild Hunt burying his head in his drink, Morgana poured herself another full glass of wine, her eyes sparkling with a dreamy smile, as she poured it down her ample breasts, adding a unique flavor to the milky aroma.

Chapter 659 Tearing Off the Last Fig Leaf

As the Wild Hunt ripped away its last veil of pretense, the situation began to spiral out of control.

Sensitive and delicate Lux simply couldn't accept that the noble lady had become such a debauched harlot. Helpless, she burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. Her worldview was being shattered and rebuilt as she realized that the person she respected actually harbored such a despicable face in private.

In contrast, Sona was much more composed. Even in this situation, she did not give up thinking and tried to escape from this den of iniquity.

Meanwhile, Morgana and Wild Hunt were completely absorbed in their own little world, oblivious to the world around them.

They are enthusiastic about playing the role of mother and child, with a loving mother having endless patience to embrace her crying, hungry baby. In reality, there are also quite a few women who breastfeed in public without restraint.

Morgana seems to have completely immersed herself in the role, throwing all notions of morality and shame to the wind, prioritizing the well-being of her "children."

Being full is relative. While Morgana was doing everything she could to satisfy the Wild Hunt's appetite, her other mouth was also stuffed full of large sausages and cream puffs.

Her flat stomach bulged slightly from the large rod, and the pleasure of being filled surged through her tightly closed orifices with each back-and-forth movement. With each thrust, her whole body felt a tingling, electric-like sensation.

These incredibly delicious sausages were so good she could eat them for ten days or half a month straight without getting tired of them. She had to treat this distinguished guest, who had presented such a generous gift, with the best of her ability.

However, Wild Hunt was eating what was in his bowl while thinking about what was in the pot.

Sitting next to him was another stat monster. He had already confirmed it with Lux's hands when Sona was taking a bath and changing clothes earlier. Sona's stats were no weaker than Morgana's.

Even with his vast experience with women, Sona would still be among the top in his harem. Even Captain Sarah, who impressed the Wild Hunt with her ample bosom, pales in comparison to Sona.

Sarah is very open-minded; her low-cut vest makes her look large, while Sona is the type who can't hide her figure; even through her strapless top, she looks heavy.

While they may have considered it, Wild Hunt isn't so impatient as to switch gears halfway through.

He first went through the entire rocking horse ride, leaving Morgana completely mesmerized, before saying to the two girls with lingering enthusiasm, "I haven't had enough yet, which of you two will go first?"

Upon hearing this, both women knew they couldn't escape. Their instinctive gesture of raising their hands to cover their chests revealed that neither was prepared. "You're busy, you're not available, you're not in time, Lin Zai Zai isn't here..."

Even Lux, who had previously promised Morgana she would be baptized, hesitated. She had envisioned Morgana gently guiding her through the baptism, soothing her unease and fear with soft words, not the scene before her, where they were so engrossed in their lovemaking that she was forced to take her place, not to mention the presence of several unrelated eyes watching them.

She realized that she had overly romanticized the experience. The so-called baptism was just a part of Morgana's interest in the Wild Hunt, and she was just a plaything in it. It was destined that there would be no full sense of ritual throughout the process to give her a wonderful experience. Those were all innocent fantasies of a young girl, completely out of touch with the ugly reality.

Sona, at this moment, seemed to have reverted to her mute state, remaining silent and unsure of what to do. She couldn't escape, and she was no match for Morgana. Morgana was known as the Mother of Mages, and legend had it that she was the one who gave birth to Demacian magic; how could the two of them possibly be a match for each other?

“Lux, you should receive the baptism first.” Morgana, who was resting her head on Wild Hunt’s shoulder, raised her head and slowly opened her eyes, which were full of satisfaction. “This is what I promised you. As long as you bring Sona, you can receive the baptism of the gods.”

"Baptism?" Sona looked at Lux with a puzzled expression; Lux hadn't told her about it.

“Didn’t Lux tell you? You are the chosen one of the gods, and you came here to be baptized.” Morgana said in a grateful tone, “My girls, it is because of beautiful and lovely people like you that the gods are willing to help me put Demacia back on the right track, instead of running wildly down the road to destruction. Don’t be afraid, you are sacrificing yourselves for Demacia, and you should be proud of it.”

Sona could no longer listen to Morgana's ravings. She looked at Lux with eyes that seemed to be spitting fire, unable to believe that she had been betrayed, and questioned, "Is this true, Lux?"

“I’m sorry, Sona, I really wanted to save you. The lady said you were in danger, and I couldn’t watch you be captured by the Witchers—” Lux explained anxiously, but Sona interrupted her forcefully: “And then you pushed me into another abyss.”

Lux, speechless and unable to defend herself, shrank back, avoiding Sona's gaze. She could empathize with Sona's disappointment at having entrusted herself to the wrong person, for she too was utterly disappointed in herself.

She was filled with deep regret. Why hadn't she clarified everything beforehand? Once again, her good intentions had backfired. She had dared to confidently drag Sona along with things she hadn't even experienced herself, and in the end, they both fell into this den of iniquity.

What should she do now? How can she face Mrs. Lestara, who entrusted her daughter to her? How can she face her best friend, Kasina? Most importantly, how can she face Sona herself, the person directly involved?

“Abyss? How can this be an abyss? This is a gift, a blessing that only a very few people can possess.”

Morgana herself was dissolute, but she was still very caring towards those who needed her protection. Seeing the air of betrayal between the two girls, she tried to intervene. "Come closer, both of you. Some things can only be judged by experiencing them firsthand. I initially refused, just like you, but after trying it, I could no longer refuse."

Here, Morgana is the authority. No matter how much Sona disbelieves her, she won't refute her.

Seeing that Sona was unmoved, Morgana sat up from Wild Hunt, disregarding her embarrassing image of being naked and wet, and knelt down in front of Sona, taking her hand and coaxing her gently, "Listen to me, you won't go wrong. Once you take that step, you will not only get physical and mental pleasure and relaxation, but also many unimaginable benefits. It will definitely be worth more than your money's worth."

Morgana's maternal glow was melting Sona's guard, and the girl once again found herself unable to resist. Her eyes were so sincere that one couldn't help but want to follow her, even the overwhelming scent of debauchery emanating from her was insignificant.

Chapter 660 Sona's Devotion

Sona, as if bewitched, stared unfocusedly at Morgana in front of her.

She was a kind girl and couldn't bear to refuse Morgana's kindness, especially since Morgana had helped her regain her voice.

"Sona, I know you've always wanted to share your music with more people, and I can help you achieve that wish."

Morgana snapped her fingers, and a ball of purple shadow flames ignited out of thin air, hovering in mid-air like a will-o'-the-wisp.

"This is the sound transmission spell I use to contact Silas. With this spell, you can spread your music to any place you feel the need without leaving your house, without exposing yourself to the sight of the demon hunters and risking being caught."

“I’ve thought this through before having Lux bring you here. Stay here and live a peaceful life for now. We can go back after we’ve quelled the internal strife. I promise it won’t be long. Then you’ll see a different Demacia.”

"Is...it real?" Sona stared blankly at the flames, the image of her harp playing in her home flashing before her eyes, her mother able to know she was safe even from afar through the music. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

Not just at home, she wanted to spread her music to many places, such as the slums of the abandoned demons, or the heavily guarded dark prisons… there would always be a place where she was needed. In this turbulent era, there was no shortage of restless hearts. And her music, imbued with prayer and magic, would bring hope to every restless heart, letting them know that these dark days would soon be over.

“Of course, why would I lie to you? Baptism is not a bad thing. Since you have a misunderstanding, let us dispel your doubts.” Morgana lovingly stroked Sona’s cheek, gradually calming her unease.

Her thoughts began to change. She, who was originally very wary of the Wild Hunt, began to think that someone who could make Morgana so infatuated must be someone she could entrust her life to.

A faint smile played on Wild Hunt's lips. Having someone to support him made things much easier. But this was far too easy; he had originally thought that forcing his way in would be much more interesting.

That's settled then. Those who are obedient can be treated gently, while those who are disobedient will have to find a way to pay for their mistakes.

"I've changed my mind," Wild Hunt suddenly said. "Today I will only favor one of you. You two decide who will go first."

His words undoubtedly created anxiety, as every choice comes with corresponding consequences, and the two people are likely to suffer completely different treatment because of their choices.

Lux instinctively wanted to step forward; she was in the wrong for not telling the truth. She wanted to make amends, and as the one who came first, she should set an example for those who came after her.

"I'll do it." However, Sona spoke first, and Lux ​​escaped for the time being, but she felt even more guilty.

The Wild Hunt sat casually in the chair, doing nothing as he watched Morgana guide Sona through the so-called baptism.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m right behind you.” Morgana placed her hands on Sona’s shoulders and gently pushed her to the Wild Hunt’s front, then unbuttoned her elegant robe in front of him.

A pristine white robe slid down her shoulders, revealing a beautiful body to the Wild Hunt. Compared to Sarah, Sona's body lacked the marks of training, but her skin was in better condition—fair, delicate skin that seemed to glow. Her physique wasn't actually as good as Sarah's, and she didn't know how to accentuate her feminine charm, but unfortunately, her measurements were simply too extreme. Her enormous breasts stretched her skin thin, revealing faint blue veins, to the point that without the voluptuousness, she would appear bloated.

"I didn't want to grow this big either..." Seeing the Wild Hunt staring straight at her chest, Sona shyly crossed her arms to slightly block the almost tangible gaze.

“There’s nothing to be shy about. You should treat this as a coming-of-age ceremony and fully immerse yourself in it.” Morgana gently moved her hand away again.

Morgana pressed her chest against Sona's back, stretched out her arms from behind, spread Sona's legs, and straddled Wild Hunt's thighs one in front of the other, then leaned forward and pressed against him repeatedly.

Sona in front of him was like a large truck, her plump and smooth buttocks like wheels, pushing him along the tracks of the Wild Hunt's legs, slowly sliding forward until the pink fuel filler bumped against the brake lever, and a pair of headlights pressed against the Wild Hunt's chest, making him look like a compressed filling in a biscuit.

Lux, standing to the side, held her breath and watched intently. For some reason, when Sona joined the two of them, her mind abandoned derogatory words such as lewdness and filth. Instead, she felt that the scene before her had suddenly been filtered through a different lens, and the word "erotic" would be the most fitting description.

Perhaps because she was more at the same age as Sona, she put herself in Sona's shoes and just imagining it made her feel strange movements in her lower abdomen.

Perhaps due to excessive nervousness, Sona stopped speaking from this point onward. However, she was originally a mute, and this was merely her natural performance.

The aggressive heat pressed against the entrance, forcing the tightly closed vulva into a semi-open shape. As the Wild Hunt opened his legs, his buttocks, which were pressed tightly against it for support, were naturally stretched open as well, the suspended anus contracting involuntarily as it felt the stimulation of the cool air. Morgana continued to press forward from behind, and Sona took the opportunity to lie on the Wild Hunt's chest, finding support for her heavy breasts against him.

As the distance closed, their lips finally met. First, the soft touch of their four lips pressed together sent a shiver down Sona's spine. Her disordered breathing turned into a burst of hot air, and Sona's heart began to pound.

"Relax, just leave your body to us." Morgana whispered in Sona's ear, her cool little hand sliding forward to dispel the heat in Sona's lower abdomen.

As if they had planned it, the two of them each reached out and grabbed her high, firm breasts, kneading them repeatedly. It felt as if the kneading was acting on her heart through the thick layer of fat, making Sona's breathing become heavy.

She needed more oxygen, and just as she started breathing through her mouth, Wild Hunt seized the opportunity to slip his tongue into her open cherry lips and into her warm mouth.

Feeling her mouth being invaded and her tongue entwined with hers, the novel stimulation left Sona's mind blank. When she came to her senses, her mouth was already overflowing with saliva, and she instinctively began to suck and swallow.

Chapter 661 Sona's Fall

Through her thick bangs, Sona timidly peered into the Hunter's eyes. His eyes were like a deep well, projecting endless desire that easily pierced her heart. (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the preceding sentences.)

He stuck out his tongue and wreaked havoc in her warm mouth, swirling it around and swirling it around incessantly, filling her lips and teeth with a sweet taste, a completely different experience from what Sona had imagined.