The so-called "feeding" is indeed taking effect.
Not on Roy, but on it—let's call it the Devil, even if it might just be an unknown entity with devilish traits.
Roy could feel that, with each time it consumed bodily fluids, its power was growing stronger and its body more stable. Like tonight, the head it formed lingered for a long time without dissipating, and a mass of black mist hovered on the bed, with thread-like tendrils wrapped around her waist, abdomen, and thighs.
A strange chill crept up Roy's spine.
It felt as if she was being embraced by it. When she looked up, she could see its condescending visage, its dark red eyes devoid of emotion, coldly watching the coupling of human male and female.
Geoffrey was also embracing Roy. Face to face, he embed her into his arms, his shaft pressed against the entrance, slowly sinking in.
