The way of the fist

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"Faster!" 

High up in the sky, a single figure flew at full speed.

"Faster!" 

With her wings stretched wide, Alma Elma pushed herself to the limits of her body, embracing the rush of the wind against her skin. Her arms crossed in front of her to shield herself from the biting friction of the air as she hurtled through the sky. She trailed closely behind a Wyvern Girl she had encountered mid-flight.

She needed to be as fast as that master of the sword, to be as unpredictable as possible. The thoughts of her upcoming opponent haunted her mind. That Tiger Girl—she couldn't let herself fall short against someone like her. Her body, her strength, everything needed to be sharper, faster, more precise.

As the Wyvern Girl flew ahead, Alma Elma strained her wings, trying to match her speed. Her muscles burned, but she couldn't stop now. Each movement, each beat of her wings, was a step closer to what she needed to be.

The sky blurred around her as she pushed forward, desperate to close the distance, but she could feel her strength fading. Her breaths grew heavier, and her wings felt like they were dragging her down. It still wasn't enough. Not yet.

Finally, she pulled away, dropping to the ground below in a controlled dive. Her wings flared open as she landed, her feet barely skimming the earth before she gracefully came to a stop. She collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

It had been the first week of her training—an exhausting week—but it was only the beginning. Her body ached, her energy drained, but she couldn't afford to stop now. The tournament was coming up, and she had to be ready.

"You were flying so fast Elma!" A cheerful voice encouraged her while buzzing around her ears. "You went woosh!"

"Thanks Sylphie…♪" Alma Elma answered the small spirit of the wind with a smile. Sylph had been her training companion for the past few days. Though the little fairy was inexperienced with the wind, and unfortunately couldn't really teach Alma Elma, but the environment of the forest was more than enough for her to progress.

"Good job, Elma! I think you're getting faster each time," Sylph continued while circling around the succubus. "You're definitely ready for the tournament now!"

Alma Elma chuckled and wiped the sweat from her face. "I'm not even close yet. I still need more speed, but thank you Sylphie."

Sylphie hovered closer. "You'll get there! I know you will!" The little spirit's encouragement, though innocent and lighthearted, made Alma Elma smile.

The succubus took a deep breath and looked around the forest. She could feel the wind swirling around her, the energy of this force of nature converging here, yet she couldn't really tap into its true potential. While she freed her feet from her boots to rest, she observed the small spirit. 

Even while considering her small body, it was going relatively fast, faster than what Alma Elma could ever hope to achieve. She closely examined how she used the wind to propel herself. 

It didn't seem like Sylphie was being propelled by the wind. Instead, it was as if she was becoming one with it. The spirit wasn't merely riding the gusts; she was moving in perfect harmony with them, her motions seamless, fluid, and effortlessly swift.

Alma Elma's curiosity deepened. She could feel the wind around her, but her connection to it was far more limited compared to Sylphie's natural bond. There was something else at play here, something beyond just flying or controlling the air.

She leaned back against the trunk of a tree, resting her wings as she continued to watch the spirit. If she could learn to move as one with the wind, then perhaps she could reach the speed she needed to take on the Tiger Girl in the upcoming tournament.

"Hey, Sylphie," Alma Elma called out, breaking her thoughts. "How do you do that? How do you move with the wind like that?"

Sylphie paused mid-air, spinning around in delight. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"The way you move, it looks like you aren't even trying…"

"I'm just playing with it, why?"

Alma Elma furrowed her brow in confusion. "Playing with it? But it looks like you're one with it, moving so naturally."

Sylphie giggled, spinning again in the air. "Well, I guess it's just how I'm made. I'm a wind spirit! I don't fight against the wind. I just let it carry me, guide me, and I follow wherever it leads."

Alma Elma let the words sink in. To be one with the wind... it wasn't something she had considered before. For all her flying and speed, she had always been focused on sheer power, pushing against the wind to go faster.

She sat up straighter, a spark of understanding beginning to form. With a long steady breath, she crossed her arms and closed her eyes."So, it's all about letting go... not trying to control it?" 

Sylphie nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! You've got it! Let go of the need to control everything and just let yourself be part of it. Feel the wind, feel the rhythm, and let it carry you like you're dancing!"

She stood there for a moment, the ambient sound fading away. The forest became nothing, her only focus was her own body. The soft brush of air against her wings, the subtle push against her flowing hair, like a quiet pulse, playing its own game.

Succubi always had a strong affinity for the wind, yet, besides their playful nature, letting yourself go to its whim was harder than it looked.

However, Alma Elma had always been a natural. Her desire for freedom, her own nature as a queen, and the result of years of vagrancy led to a deeper understanding. 

She always had been like the wind. Free. Unstoppable. Unpredictable.

It wasn't just about speed or strength—it was about fluidity, grace, and finding the right moment to act. No obstacle, no barrier, no force had ever been able to contain her. She had flowed across the lands, carried by her whims, her desires, her dreams. Like the wind, she could slip between things, unseen and unstoppable.

And now, with every breath, every subtle movement of her wings, she felt herself becoming more and more one with the wind. It was as if the air itself was teaching her, guiding her.

Playing with her.

That's right, what was life but a game? One where it could end either tragically or happily, only the present mattered. She never saw past tomorrow as she only cared about the present, what she wanted to do right now.

And, without thinking, her wings twitched. There was no forceful flap, no struggle to push against gravity, she simply allowed herself to flow while following the current of the wind. 

The world around her blurred, her body becoming part of the landscape, a mirage in the forest. Then, suddenly, she soared up to the sky. In a mere second, she found herself up above. The trees below became tiny specks, and the forest faded into a patchwork of green and brown.

The world below was now distant and irrelevant. She was weightless, free, unburdened by anything. 

There were no more limits to her movements, she faced the sky, her back faced the ground and she stared at the clouds. 

Alma Elma laughed. She laughed, and she laughed, with no destination, no goal in mind—just pure, unfiltered joy of being. This was what it felt like to truly live, to truly be alive in the moment.

She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, letting the wind guide her, listening to its song.

"Fufu…♪" she giggled, her body commencing its slow descent. It felt so natural yet she felt no arrogance from it. It was simply meant to be. 

As her bare feet met the soft, damp grass, still cool from the morning dew, she opened her eyes. The familiar forest greeted her, the trees standing tall as they had before, and the soft scent of earth and foliage filled her senses. It was as if she had never left.

She stood there for a moment, still feeling the echo of the wind in her bones. Had she really soared so high? The ground felt grounding, but also so far away, like a distant memory.

But no matter. She smiled softly, her heart full. Wherever she was, whatever path lay ahead, she knew she had embraced the wind in a way that no one else could. It was not just a force to be controlled, but a companion, a guide, and she would follow it wherever it led.

"Thank you, Sylphie…♪" Alma Elma turned to the spirit, a warm smile on her face as she brushed her hair back with a gentle hand. The soft breeze tousled her locks, but she welcomed it, feeling connected to the wind in every way.

"Yay! You did it!" Sylphie cheered, her tiny voice bubbling with excitement as she spun around in the air. "Now you can play with me!"

"Of course, that's the least I can do," the succubus giggled before moving around with the wind in sync with the spirit. 

"Let's race!" Sylphie suddenly shouted, her excitement bubbling over as she zipped in the air, challenging Alma Elma to keep up.

Alma Elma grinned, her eyes glinting with a mischievous spark. "You're on!" she said, and with a flutter of her wings, she shot into the air, letting the wind guide her once more.

Together, they soared through the forest, laughing and playing as the wind carried them both. No destination. No worries.

Just a bit of fun.

"So… You're going to stay here?" Sylph asked while Alma Elma was taking a break. She had brought some bread from Grand Noah and munched on it silently while enjoying the nice weather of the forest.

"I will probably use this place as my resting ground," Alma Elma explained as she munched on a pastry. "I need to fix some of my mistakes first."

"Mistakes?" Sylph titled her head.

"There are some heroes who grew frustrated from being defeated by me," she explained, her tone playful. "It is time for me to relieve their stress…♪"

"Oh, you're going to make their pee-pee go pew pew!" Sylph chuckled.

"You got it!" Alma Elma chuckled as well. "Anyway, I will come back later. Let's play together tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay! Bye, Alma Elma!" Sylph waved as Alma Elma vanished into the wind, her form fading into the air as effortlessly as a gust.

In a few minutes, she found herself back on the Ilias Continent. There, she traveled through each city to meet every hero she had met during her two-year journey, just to defeat them again effortlessly.

However this time…

"Let's try that technique mom taught me…" She grasped the hero's head firmly, sandwiching it between her heavy, heaving breasts. The soft, warm flesh enveloped his face, causing him to gasp and arch against her. "I think it was…"

Before she could finish her thought, she lowered herself onto him, impaling herself on his throbbing member. A wet, sucking sound resonated in his house as she enveloped him completely. However, before she could even begin the technique, his body tensed, and with a low groan, he came, flooding her with his release.

"Already…?" she sighed in disappointment. She continued until the man couldn't come anymore and went on to the next one near Ilias Port.

"Argh!" the man was defeated easily, even easier than the last time she had met him. This time, she made sure not to excite him too much before starting the technique.

"Okay… Step one," she muttered thoughtfully. She began by taking his length slowly, inch by excruciating inch until the entire throbbing shaft was enveloped by her vagina. The man gave out a low groan of pleasure before she started to tighten with her muscles the head of his sensitive penis.

The man's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as her powerful muscles squeezed and released the head of his penis in a rhythmic pattern. She could feel him shuddering, his hands gripping the grass beneath tightly as he fought to maintain control.

"Fuck, that's amazing," he panted, his hips involuntarily bucking up to meet her movements. She smiled to herself, knowing she had found the perfect pace and pressure to drive him wild.

"Okay, step two…" she locked his penis in place and began massaging him in a kneading motion. 

However, he couldn't take it and ejaculated as soon as it began.

"Aww…" Alma Elma pouted, feeling the hero's strength wane under the critical ecstasy. "And here I thought I could practice more with him…"

No matter how many heroes she defeated, most of them couldn't even get past the two steps. When her day was over, she went back to the forest to sleep, only to start again the next day. 

Unlike during her journey, the fights felt like a breeze. It wasn't two or three heroes she defeated a day, but ten. And before she knew it, in a matter of four days, she had defeated all of those who kept journeying.

"They sure do taste horrible though…" Alma Elma clutched her stomach as a wave of nausea hit her. No matter how many times she ate a hero's semen, she couldn't get used to it. Their pathetic performance both left her feeling unsatisfied and horny. 

"You okay Alma Elma?" Sylph's voice came reconforting her from her nauseous sensations.

"I'm fine," she answered with a smile. "This is just a bit of nausea from all those worthless heroes. Some of them were cute but Ilias really has poor taste…" 

"I heard there was one coming here from time to time," Sylph said while pointing her finger at a nearby clearing. "He keeps bullying the fairies and asking me for a contract. But he keeps failing."

Alma Elma's face lit up with interest at Sylph's words. "Bullying the fairies? That sounds like fun! Where is he?" She stood up, her voluptuous figure swaying as she moved.

Sylph pointed to a clearing nearby, where a tall, muscular man in silver armor was shouting at a group of terrified fairies. "There he is. He's been coming here for days, trying to get a contract from me. But he's so arrogant and rude, I can't stand him."

Alma Elma's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Ooh, he smells good too," she licked her lips. "This might be just what I need to wash that taste on my tongue." She stretched languidly, her breasts straining against her outfit.

Sylph looked at her with concern. "Are you sure you're up for this, Alma Elma? You did seem pretty nauseated earlier."

"That's fine," she replied, her eyes full of lust. "Once I've eaten my fill, I'll be back in no time."

Alma Elma's lips curled into a predatory smile as she watched the silver-armored man chasing the fairies with his sword raised. "He looks strong. And he smells divine. Just what I need to clear this awful taste." She licked her lips, her body already responding to the challenge.

With a single leap, she landed right in front of him and balanced effortlessly on one curvaceous leg, the other coiled and ready to strike. Tilting her head, she winked at the fairies, gesturing for them to flee to safety.

"A succubus?" the man pointed his sword at her. "What is she doing here?"

"I am here you know," Alma Elma teased, her palm stretched out in a martial stance. "Now, be a good boy and stop bullying the fairies…"

"You dare call me a boy, demoness?" the man growled, his eyes flashing with anger. "Your kind is a blight upon this world. I shall avenge my brother Mark, Yaaahh!!" he leaped, his sword raised high, ready to strike.

"Mark? That guy?" Alma Elma raised an eyebrow before dodging easily the man's slash. Her cape fluttered in the wind before slapping his head.

"Wait, this cape…" the man muttered before his eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he recognized it. "YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE!"

"Oops," Alma Elma stepped back with her hands raised. "Listen, your brother was…"

"You're the one who murdered him!" the man roared, his face twisted with rage and grief. He lunged forward with a powerful overhead strike, aiming to cleave Alma Elma in two. "You killed him you demon! I swear on my name, Adam, that I will kill you dead!"

"Not exactly," Alma Elma backpedaled, her movements graceful and fluid. "I may have... overindulged a bit. But I swear, I never meant for things to go so far."

"That's a fucking cop-out!" the man snarled, his blade slicing through empty air as Alma Elma sidestepped the clumsy overhead strike. "You took everything from him - his life, his soul, his future! I'll make you suffer for what you did to him!"

"He killed someone close to me," Alma Elma continued as she dodged with ease each of his slashes. It was clear that he was an amateur who probably picked this sword without real training. 

Adam didn't hear her. Consumed by rage, he attacked with even more savage intensity.

So that's what that was. The reason why she didn't like killing pointlessly, it only created more anguish, more pain. Yet, she saw the truth her mother tried to tell her. If she let him continue like this, he would never stop. He would destroy himself—and anyone else who got in his way—just to feed his vengeance.

With a quick shift in her stance, Alma Elma pivoted around his next reckless strike. Her foot lashed out with practiced precision, catching his wrist and forcing the sword from his grasp. The blade clattered to the ground, and Adam stumbled forward, off balance.

"Enough," she said, her voice devoid of its usual playful tone.

Adam lay there, breathing heavily. He removed his helmet, revealing the same golden hair as his brother, his eyes piercing Alma Elma's with pure hatred. "Never," he groaned as he stood up once more. "I will kill you. And every member of your disgusting race!"

Alma Elma's expression softened slightly, though her gaze remained sharp. "You think that'll bring you peace?" she asked, her voice calm. "Slaughtering my kind, one after another—will it fill the hole you're feeling now?"

"It's justice!" Adam barked, clutching the hilt of his fallen sword and yanking it from the ground. "For my brother, for everyone who's suffered because of monsters like you!"

"Justice?" Alma Elma echoed, tilting her head, her wings twitching faintly. So that was the pretense he was going with. "I don't think you understand what that word means, pretty boy," she smirked devilishly before approaching with a step. 

"Let me give you a little lesson. This world doesn't run on justice—it runs on the rules of nature. Your brother was a threat to me and my kind, and in this world, threats don't get to survive."

Adam's eyes flared with fury, but she continued, her tone growing colder. "You humans hunt monsters without a second thought, don't you? You call it heroism, glory, your so-called 'justice.' But the moment a monster strikes back, you cry foul, as if we're supposed to just lie down and take it."

She stopped a few paces away from him, her tail coiling around his waist to lock him in place. "If humans are free to do as they please, then so are monsters. That's nature, Adam. That's balance. And if you can't accept that, then maybe you don't belong in this game."

Adam gritted his teeth, his body trembling with suppressed rage as Alma Elma's tail coiled tighter around his waist. "You think that justifies what you've done? Killing him in cold blood?"

"Killing him because he was a danger," Alma Elma corrected. "Cold blood? Certainly not, he died in bliss. Besides, he would've done the same to me without hesitation. That's the game he started."

Adam struggled against the hold of her tail. "You talk like you're some victim," he spat. "Like monsters don't attack villages, don't kill innocents."

"And humans destroy our homes, fight each other and even hunt us down for a stupid Goddess." Alma Elma sighed. "Don't act like you're better. You want a villain to blame, but all you're looking at is a mirror."

With that, she pulled him closer, and embraced him tightly.

You lost because you lack the strength to kill.

"Now," she stroked his hair gently, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Be a good little human and stop being angry or I might have to hurt you."

Adam's body stiffened, his heart pounding in his chest. "Go to hell, bitch," he spat, his voice trembling with rage and defiance. Gathering every ounce of strength left in him, he gave one final, desperate struggle, his muscles burning with the effort.

Alma Elma's smirk widened, her grip unyielding. She let him thrash against her for a moment, like a child throwing a tantrum. "Hell, hmm?" she mused, her tone playful. "Then let me ascend you to heaven."

With a sudden flick of her tail, she sent him sprawling to the ground. She stood over him and with blinding speed, she undressed him. While licking her lips in a slow, sensual manner, her eyes roamed over his body.

Something deep inside her stirred. A growing hunger she tried to stifle for a long time, and even though he was arrogant and quite annoying, he would be far cuter once she had her way with him. 

With a swift snap of her fingers, a gust of wind sent her clothes spiraling into the air. Before Adam could react, she was straddling him while pinning his arms to the ground. Adam tried to fight back, but his arms couldn't even budge.

"So, how's it feeling now?" she whispered, her lips curling into a seductive smirk. She began to grind against him, feeling his body twitch involuntarily beneath her.

As she continued to tease him, Adam's breathing grew ragged. Despite his protests, his body betrayed him, responding to her gentle touch. 

"You can't... you can't do this," he panted, but his words lacked conviction. His hips bucked slightly, seeking more contact with her, even as he tried to resist.

"You lost a fight against a monster," she explained, her tongue coming out in a teasing manner. "And this is what happens to losers." 

With one swift motion, she guided his shaft inside her. Adam's eyes flew open in shock, his body going rigid as intense pleasure coursed through him. He gritted his teeth, his hips jerking up involuntarily in a futile attempt to escape the exquisite sensation.

"Shh, relax," Alma Elma purred, pressing herself down on him. "Stop squirming, it only makes it feel better."

But Adam didn't listen, in fact, he kept resisting even more. His muscles tensed even more, his hands balling into fists as he tried desperately to resist. But Alma Elma's hips continued their sensual rhythm, driving him wild with pleasure with each thrust. 

However, even while riding him, she grew irritated by his jerking motion and his unwillingness to let go. 

"Come on, just relax already…" she sighed. "You're just making this harder on yourself…"

"Shut up you bitch!" Adam groaned, his head turning red from the strain. "Die! Die! Die!" 

A vein throbbed visibly on Alma Elma's forehead as she felt her patience wearing thin. An idea popped in her mind, one she had considered using against her opponents to blind them if needed. 

Her long tail shot out and its flower-like tip opened to reveal a fleshy maw, dripping with a viscous liquid. Adam's face paled as he stared up at the pulsing organ above his head.

"That'll shut you up for a while," Alma Elma said with a little wink before engulfing the man's head in her tail, in a wet, suffocating embrace.

"Hmmmf!" The man screams's were now muffled from her tail, and, with a content sigh, Alma Elma resumed her riding. 

"There, all better…♪" she giggled, satisfied by her idea. 

Alma Elma's tail pulsated rhythmically as it held Adam's head, the viscous fluid from its maw slowly but surely taking effect. His struggles and screams became increasingly feeble, and soon she could only hear moans coming from it. 

The forest was now filled with the wet sounds of her hips slamming on his crotch, followed by moans of ecstasy coming out of a fleshy prison. 

"My…" Alma Elma's cheeks flushed as she felt the salty taste of the man's skin through her tail. She knew how dangerous it would be to leave him for too long in there but she couldn't help but want more.

"Hmmmff…" the man finally groaned in ecstasy as his resistance fully stopped, his shaft having its long-awaited release. Alma Elma shuddered in delight, the sensation of his hot sticky seed painting her insides heightening her hunger for more. She continued to squeeze and massage him, milking out every drop of that first climax.

The man stood there, silent, right beneath her and at her complete mercy. He was delicious, to say the least, far more than any heroes she had eaten from so far.

I wonder if…

The thought flashed through her mind but before she could realize it, her tail was already sucking him with a wet, obscene sound. Her crimson eyes blazed with a predatory hunger as she savored the feeling of him throbbing inside her slick, muscular tail, his pitiful moans tinged with ecstasy music to her ears.

Tightening its grip possessively, her powerful tail lifted the man's body in the air, dangling him helplessly. Using both of her arms, she pulled him into an inescapable embrace, crushing his body against her own. Clear, sticky fluids dripped down onto the ground from where their bodies were joined, leaving a glistening trail. She shuddered with pleasure, feeling him throb and pulse inside her as she used her tail to milk him for all he was worth.

As she felt him climax inside her, over and over, his mind grew hazy from the intoxicating effects of her digestive fluids. His world was now narrowed to only the feeling of being squeezed and slowly melting, his penis throbbing and twitching continuously.

The man could only moan in helpless ecstasy as Alma Elma's tail began to vibrate and pulse around his shaft, the slick, undulating muscles massaging him from every angle. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming. He felt his body begin to tremble and shake as the orgasm built to a fever pitch.

"Hora…" Alma Elma's tongue lashed out as she began grinding on her own tail. "Ascend to heaven…"

Finally, it happened. With a final, guttural cry, the man's entire being convulsed as the most mind-shattering climax of his life crashed over him like a tidal wave. It felt as if his very soul was being ripped out through his cock, sucked out by Alma Elma's insatiable tail and energy drain.

As the man's body spasmed and twitched, his essence poured forth like a fountain, spurting into her tail while being greedily absorbed at the same time. The man's body began to dissolve, his flesh melting away like wax under Alma Elma's heated touch. She watched, entranced, as the fleshy sack slid down her tail and disappeared into her stomach, her belly growing round and full.

"Ah… Ah…" Alma Elma panted, her body shuddering from the intense sensation of having devoured a man, until she fell to her knees. She licked her lips, tasting the residual pleasure lingering inside her as she felt fully satiated. 

Alma Elma's body glistened with a sheen of sweat as she slowly regained her composure. Her tail, still twitching slightly, remained sprawled on the grass, a few droplets of sticky fluid still oozing from its tip. The surrounding forest was eerily silent, the usual sounds of wildlife conspicuously absent, as if nature itself held its breath in the wake of what had transpired. 

As she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, Alma Elma's gaze lingered on the spot where her latest victim had stood moments ago. A faint smile played across her lips as she savored the aftertaste of the man's body.

She leaned against a tree, her breath still ragged, and she roamed a hand over her now bloated belly. 

It all felt natural. She didn't know she could do that, but apparently, she did. 

She savored the feeling of being full for once, one she had forgotten for so long. 

"I killed a human…" Still, her mind understood the implications. He deserved it, and besides, he had challenged her. Remembering the words of her mother, she carefully adapted her way of life.

Alma Elma smirked faintly, brushing a lock of hair from her face. Perhaps her mother's wisdom had shaped her, or perhaps not. She couldn't be sure—her choices always felt like her own, whether guided by instinct, whim, or some deeper understanding.

But deep down, perhaps it didn't matter. Even if her mother had stayed silent, she suspected she would have walked the same path. Her life was hers to shape, and that autonomy was all she truly cared about.

Even if she hadn't been told to do it, she would have devoured him. 

With a slow stretch, her wings unfurled, catching the soft breeze. 

"Well," she said aloud, her tone light. "What's done is done. No use dwelling on it." She glanced at her hands, flexing her fingers as if testing their strength. "I need to move on, I've got a match to win."

With a lazy, deliberate step, she left the clearing, her tail swaying behind her. She didn't look back. There was no need—everything that mattered was ahead. 

Whether it was a playful encounter, a possible meal, or a challenge, Alma Elma was ready to meet it with her usual playful, fearless spirit.