Demonic Pornstar System

Chapter 427: Not Permitted

The black ash dome, which had been a suffocating shroud of passion, began to recede. The dark particles dissipated into the dry dungeon air, revealing the quiet scene within.

Kaiden, now fully human again, lay sprawled in the lap of the Infernal Matriarch. His exhausted head rested on her perfect, juicy thighs.

Calypso, meanwhile, was a study in devotion.

She ran her demonic hand through his hair, her fingers gently smoothing the damp strands. She drew a slow, deliberate breath and then exhaled, conjuring a thin, red, smoky veil of her own around them, offering privacy without the oppressive darkness.

She looked down at the man she had just been claimed by, her expression soft and intensely protective. ”I understood your possessiveness. You do not wish other men to view what is yours. It is a sign of your great ego.” She kissed the top of his head. ”I promise I will never show my skin to another man... Darling~”

A happy, breathless giggle escaped her as the demoness conjured the bravery to call him her Darling instead of lord and husband.

As soon as it left her lips, she was overcome with a rush of pure, intense feminine joy. It just felt right. It felt intimate, deeply personal, and much sweeter than the commanding titles of Lord or Husband. She knew then and there that she wanted to call him Darling in the future. It was a perfect expression of the possessive affection that now filled her heart. She just hoped he would not find trouble with it when he finally woke up.

Calypso then began playing with a lock of his hair while she repeated, ”Darling~ Darling~ Darling~” trying the word on her demonic tongue over and over again. The more she said it, the more she felt it was perfect. And just like this, her devotion mixed with the giddy joy of a happy teenager who had finally secured her first crush.

In the midst of her adoration, a cold, systematic voice rang in Calypso’s mind, accompanied by a mental flash of blue text.

[Ding!]

[You have submitted to the Paragon of Sin.]

Calypso froze with her eyes widening slightly at the term Paragon of Sin.

The system message continued:

[The bond between you and the Paragon of Sin cannot exist as it is. You submitted to him; he did not earn your loyalty through confrontation. The Demonic Pornstar System recognizes your submission but not your valid existence by the Paragon of Sin’s side. He did not earn you.]

[Having you at his side will impede his growth. Your current existence designates you as a threat to the System’s core mission.]

Calypso’s confusion lasted only a heartbeat. She looked from the text down to her sleeping darling.

Porn? She didn’t know the word, but she accepted he was indeed her demonic star. She stroked his cheek, her touch loving.

Then, her eyes darkened. She looked at the unseen system with chilling focus. ”What do you mean I can’t stay at his side? Who are you to deny me?”

[I am the legacy of the Heavenly Demon. You are stroking the hair of his successor, Kaiden Grey. My mission is to ensure he grows into his best possible version. The Demonic Pornstar System designates you as a threat to its mission.]

Calypso gritted her teeth. She understood instantly. Kaiden was too low level compared to her Level 100. Her presence would mean that any serious confrontation he faced, she would easily solve for him, stunting his need to grow powerful.

But her fierce heart ignited. ”I refuse. I will stay at his side no matter what. This Heavenly Demon will have to come and kill me if he wants me to leave.”

[Are you willing to ruin the future of Kaiden Grey so you can be at his side?]

Calypso’s beautiful face twisted in genuine anguish. The system had found the perfect leverage. The idea of leaving him caused a sharp, physical pain in her chest, yet the thought of ruining his destiny was unbearable.

[The Demonic Pornstar System recognizes the Infernal Matriarch’s, Calypso’s, devotion to the Successor. It acknowledges your immense desire to stay at the Successor’s side. It has a suggestion.]

Calypso was desperate for a solution. ”Suggestion?”

[Become weaker so you can remain at his side. Your power must not exceed his necessary growth parameters.]

The demoness didn’t need to think for a single second. The word ’weaker’ meant nothing next to the word ’stay.’

”I accept!”

A sudden, intense white light enveloped Calypso. Her massive, muscular frame began to visibly shrink. Her horns retracted slightly, becoming more delicate. The severe edges of her demonic features softened, making her appear less like a Matriarch of war and more like a tall, beautifully proportioned woman.

When the light faded, Calypso was smaller, more akin to a human in size, though her red skin and fiery eyes remained. She was no longer a tall woman.

[Ding!]

[Your level has been degraded from 100 to 45.]

Calypso looked at her hands. Lifting them felt slightly harder; the raw, effortless strength was gone.

But she did not care one bit about being nerfed. Instead, she let out an immense, high-pitched squeal of joy like a schoolgirl. She leaned down and began to shower the face and neck of her Darling with a hundred quick, needy smooch marks.

Kaiden quickly stirred from the strong sensations assaulting his mind. His eyes opened slowly. He looked up at the woman showering him in needy kisses and was confused for a second. His human consciousness, returning after the Great Demon trance, didn’t quite remember who this passionate red-skinned woman was.

But her presence, her hands on his face, her body holding him... it felt utterly right. It was as if his whole body refused to push her away. He was exhausted, and his instinct told him this woman was his.

As such, he stayed still in her hold, enjoying the caressing of the beautiful, devoted demoness. He gently placed a hand on her waist, settling deeper into the warmth of her thighs.

And just like that, Calypso’s veil began to recede.

Calypso yelped, a worried sound escaping her lips.

Her eyes darted down to her own body, expecting sudden, shameful exposure.

To her relief and confusion, her intimate areas were covered by dark armor similar to what she wore before her bodily transformation.

It was a spontaneous modesty of the Demonic Pornstar System, perhaps. She didn’t know how, but she didn’t care much. She was just happy she was covered so her Darling wouldn’t have a reason to feel jealous. She promised her skin was his eyes only! The demoness did not wish to break her word.

But her relief was instantly replaced by a feeling of extreme irritation. She looked down at Kaiden’s naked body exposed to the open air as he rested his head in her lap.

Calypso’s eyes narrowed.

’What is my problem?’ she asked herself, confused. Her internal thought process was frantic. This whole thing was far too quick for the Matriarch. She’d spent countless years with little to nothing happening in her domain, but in the past hour, everything she knew about life was being questioned.

Then the realization struck her with the force of a mighty slap: she didn’t want other women to see her Darling naked and exposed!

It was one thing if he allowed his existing lovers to share his intimacy... She wouldn’t raise hell if he wanted a new one... Maybe. But having random, unrelated women see him while he was weak and vulnerable, letting himself relax in her hold? He felt safe and comfortable resting in her arms! Could she live with herself if she allowed others to make use of this opportunity?

Absolutely not!

With a new mission burning in her eyes, Calypso lifted her head and scanned the ground. The only thing she saw was the large, demonic apparel Kaiden discarded before accepting Calypso as his woman. Such a thing would not fit his human form.

Calypso felt a spike of panic, searching desperately for something, anything, to cover his exposed form. Then her hands rushed in to cover his penis, intending to hide his most intimate part herself if there was no other option.

But something strange occurred.

On Kaiden’s right wrist, a small line of blood suddenly emerged, pooling over his skin. Calypso worried for a second.

Was he injured?!

But the blood didn’t run as gravity commanded; instead, words materialized, etched in the raw crimson fluid on his skin: ”My wielder shall not be shamed.”