Chapter 20 - An Eventful Escape

He had seen those beautiful pink folds before, but at the time he hadn’t given them much value at all, seeing it as just another pussy to be fucked. One of many he had, and would still come to have, fucked. It hadn’t felt special then.

But that was before the pain, before the burns, before the humiliation of losing his prey, before the fear, no, the terror, instilled by his failure, before the failure of fucking said pussy, before the mad desire and want for fucking it, before the fear of losing his opportunity of being the one to tear through that hymen, before the maddening growing anticipation of it all.

It was weird how all of that transformed something mundane into something beyond special, Zetaz reflected as he was entranced by the runny and supple pink flesh. Honkers’ clit had slid out of the hood covering it, her vaginal lips had spread open, exposing the twin holes of her urethra and vagina, the latter of which was nicely opened, allowing for a glimpse of the barrier contained inside. A barrier the Imp Lord desired to tear through most of all!

But first, he wanted to taste her.

Zetaz kneeled down in front of the eager teen, his hands grabbing her plump thighs, pulling her crotch upwards, allowing his tongue to run itself over the hot flesh. Honoka let out a lewd moan as Zetaz started sloppily licking her pussy, her new Curse Mark lighting up with its pink eldritch light due to impish stimulation. 

The old Imp found Honker’s pussy to taste divinely sweet, like a godly nectar reserved only for those of godly stature, but always denied to someone like himself. He hungrily drank if, his tongue trying to lick every drop of that sweet moisture, a battle that was fought in vain, as more juice kept coming out of her slutty slit. Milk was also oozing from her huge mammaries, a seemingly endless supply of it, failing to have run out despite the hours-long gangbang that had been forced on the pink-haired maiden. 

Honoka couldn’t contain her moans, nor did she want to. Having Zetaz-sama licking her most precious place was inflicting her maddening pleasure, so much greater than any previous time her cunt had been licked. And then the Imp Lord stuck his lips against her slit and sucked on it, and Honoka arched her back as a primal moan came out of her mouth. He was eating out her pussy, and the pleasure had grown tenfold!!

Her taste was addicting, Zetaz found out. Sweet and delightful, a nectar unlike any he had ever tasted before, so he licked and sucked those wonderful folds, trying to draw out as much of Honkers’ womanly nectar as possible. Honoka was shaking and convulsing from the, weirdly loveable, ministrations she was being a victim of. They felt so different from the brutal and animalistic fucking she had endured for hours before. There was… tenderness to it the human maiden thought, just before Zetaz laid a kiss on her clit and then sucked it fiercely.

The warrior teen let out another loud moan as her little buddle of joy was teased like that, devastating waves of pleasure spreading over her sexually-wrecked body. Zetaz smiled a self-satisfied smile, as every wild reaction he got out of Honkers was music to his ears. His hand grabbed another syringe of GrowPlus, bringing it to the erect pink numb. “I think you’ll thank me for this very, very soon.” He told his pink-haired prey just before he stabbed the needle into her clitoris and injected the GrowPlus into it.

Honoka’s legs hooked themselves under Zetaz’s armpits, her hands grabbing into his head as her clit erupted in fire, becoming hypersensitive, and making her shiver with pleasure. Her eyes were closed as she moaned, so Honoka couldn’t see how her clit more than doubled in size, its sensibility increasing too. Zetaz however was watching it with wonder gleaming in his eyes, completely adoring how he was succeeding in transforming Honkers’ body, making it become more and more as he desired it to be.

He then laid his lips over the overgrown, and oh-so sensitive, mound of flesh and sucked and licked it, laying a merciless attack on Honkers’ bitch-spot, ravelling on every crazed moan he got out of her mouth. In no time, her vagina erupted, a stream of pussy juice exploding from the hole, spraying all over the Imp Lord’s face, his mouth opening to drink the divine nectar. Honoka’s orgasm was fierce and long, her body shuddering as the torrent of nectar slowed down and eventually stopped, but the virgin fighter was denied her afterglow, for Zetaz was licking her drenched cunt, wanting to drink every droplet of her sexy dew.

Camilla was somewhat peeved at the Imp Lord, for his handling of Honkers was disturbingly too much tender for her liking, much different from the animalistic demonic gangbang she had been subjected to, but she couldn’t stop her own juices from flowing as she watched them. “C’mon Zetaz, just pop her cherry, stuff her womb and be done with it. That’s what you’ve been wanting to do since we met!” She reminded him.

The old Imp growled at her. “I’ll do it as see fit, and I won’t have some hussy Succubus telling me what to do!” He had turned his head towards her, and there was an ugly look on it, like a wild animal who had been distracted from the meal it was having.

The Ivory Succubus felt like swearing at him, but instead she just spread her wings and took flight. She flew to the tallest point of the ruins and rested there. If Zetaz was going to make a spectacle out of it, then she wouldn’t give him the joy of watching it from front row, so to say.

With the Succubus leaving Zetaz turned back to Honkers, who had adopted a fetal position, some sort of deep-rooted defence instinct the Imp gathered. He looked at her then, and saw how… filthy she looked.

No surprise there, as the human girl had been raped by a group of Demons for many hours, so her skin was smeared with dried cum, her hair stuck with it, and she stank of demonic fluids from a distance. Zetaz didn’t want to fuck her looking like that, so the Imp Lord grabbed the pinkette, threw her over his shoulder, his right hand resting on her plump asscheek, and made his way to the Oasis’ water edge.

Once there, the Imp Lord made his way into the water until it was at his knees’ height, and dropped Honkers in it, her magnificent boobs almost acting like floaters. He then proceeded to wash her skin and hair from the demon’s cum, wanting to cleanse his prey, so that he could then taint her to his liking.

Honoka had little understanding of what was happening at that moment, as ever since she’d woken up from unconsciousness she had been relentlessly sexually attacked, raped by Zetaz, his Imps and the Oasis Demons, so being given a bath was completely unexpected behaviour from the ravenous old Imp. And while her body was being cleaned, her mind gradually started to clear up too. A slow process, but one that managed to somewhat quench the fires of passion and lust that had been burning inside her. The cool water had that effect, and unknowingly to both Honoka and Zetaz, the ring she was wearing had started to emit a faint white glow.

Soon enough Zetaz was happy with Honkers’ state. She was looking much cleaner now, and the water had given her a rather shinny and glossy sheen to her skin, something he rather enjoyed. Good thing he had brought a vial of Sexy Body Lotion with him!

Zetaz again threw Honoka over his shoulder, and the clearer minded teen could now feel how the simple contact with Zetaz’s skin, the barest hint of his natural musk was arousing to her. It was a terrifying and sobering realization, one that somehow managed to fasten the mind-clearing process she was going through, rather than numb it. 

Once they were on the grass, Zetaz dumped the human maiden down, grabbed the vial from one of his pockets, coated his hands with it, and started spreading it all over Honoka’s body. She couldn’t contain the excited gasps that came out of her mouth, as her body was reacting with intensity to the massage the scarred Imp was giving her, and she could feel the heat within her womb raising up again once Zetaz had started massaging her heavy and giving tits, and the heat grew even more powerful as he massaged her crotch area, making sure to pay special attention to her bare pussy and partially spread-out anus.

Once he was finished Honoka’s skin looked like she had just been oiled, looking gleamy and glossy even under the shade. “Now that’s more like it.” Zetaz said to himself. The lotion would guarantee that the human would keep the sexy glossy look, even if she took a bath, or was cummed on all over. Even her face was shiny, her lips also looking particularly glossy and delicious looking, and that was enough for the Imp Lord to kneel down and pull the female maiden into a deep kiss. Honoka mostly gave in to the kiss, Zetaz’s domineering tongue overpowering her, and while she was enjoying the kiss, she had finally realized she had exposed her pussy, leaving it, and her maidenhead, open to be taken.

Zetaz broke the kiss, taking some time to savour Honker’s taste as he did so, before he took a look at her snatch, the pussy he had been obsessing over. The bottom part of the armour was still wrapped around the top of her left thigh, but he didn’t care about it, the important thing was that he was no longer cockblocked by the infuriating piece of armour. He was going to take Honker’s virginity now!

The Imp Lord got on top of her, getting ready to straddle her, when, much to his surprise, the pinkette tried to push him away. “What are you doing Honkers, you wanted me to fuck you raw.” He declared, even as her attempts at pushing him away continued.

“No… I-I changed my mind… pl-please let me go!” She begged, her eyes now filling with tears as she struggled against him. Angry lines filled Zetaz’s face as he heard those words. He could see that her pussy was still wet, and he could tell she was feeling horny, but it felt as her head had cleared enough for her to resist him.

“Forget it Honkers, you’re getting a dicking in your pussy, and I’m going to be the one to take your virginity!” Honoka’s eyes grew wide with terror and desperation as he talked, and that was motivation enough for the teen to let her fighting instincts kick in, and throw an open palm attack which caught Zetaz right on his chin, stunning him enough for Honoka to stand up and shakily run away from the Imp Lord.

But as she looked around, she realized she was surrounded, with over two dozen demons spread around, giving her no chance of escape. She desperately tried to find an opening to escape, but the Demons were just shouting at her, asking her if she wanted to be gangraped once again, daring her to try to escape. The desperate teen managed to locate her equipment, discarded near some rocks, the Beautiful Sword seemingly still hidden within the shield’s concealed scabbard. If she could get her hands on it…

Behind her Zetaz growled with rage, infuriated by her sudden resistance and fighting spirit, cursing a storm as he started prowling towards her. Honoka quickly made a decision and ran towards her gear, her body sill queasy from the nightlong gangbang, but still able to move with enough speed. Atop the ruins, Camilla watched the whole thing with amused interest, thinking Zetaz was getting his just desserts for not raping Honkers when he had had the chance. Still, this would only be a delay of the inevitable, for despite the fact Honkers was running towards her gear, having evaded a Demon that had, perhaps too much, playfully tried to get her, there was no chance of escaping.

The pinkette clumsily evaded the Oasis Demon that had tried to block her way, and had managed to get to her equipment. The bikini armour, chainmail skirt, her hip pouches, but more importantly, her discarded shield. Her hands quickly grabbed it, the playful and mocking voices of Demons throwing insults and threats at her, and her fingers grasped the hilt of the Beautiful Sword, swiftly pulling it out of the concealed scabbard. The Demons saw her take off a small dagger, and laughed and jeered at her, all but Zetaz who was marching towards her, the living incarnation of fury, but he stopped in his tracks as the Beautiful Sword transformed from a dagger into a sword, all the while emitting a pearly shine that reinvigorated Honoka and clenched the fires of passion within her.

The jeers stopped, Zetaz was gawking out at her, and Camilla had stood up from her perch, her skin crawling at the sight of the sword’s light. Honoka was clutching it with both hands, her tiredness and soreness disappearing quickly, and even her posture managed to recover a bit. She surveyed the stunned Demons before speaking. “I’m leaving now, I’m not staying here with you, and if you try to stop me…” She waved the sword in a semi-circle. “… I’ll fight you all if I need to.”

She could see the Oasis Demons tensing and taking steps back at her words, but the soldier Imps just pointed their spears at her, Camilla grabbed her whip, and Zetaz’s visage grew even scarier. “We could have done it the easy way Honkers, and I was even feeling sort of loveable to you.” The Imp Lord growled at her. “I might have even been gentle with you, but now… now you’re getting an old-school raping, which I’m going to enjoy thoroughly!” He spat at her, as his two-headed giant hound started moving towards him, both canine faces growling towards her.

The Imp Soldiers started approaching her, which caused her to take a few steps backwards. That in turn emboldened the Oasis Demons, which also started prowling in her direction, and suddenly Honoka was feeling scared again. She was outnumbered and surrounded, stuck in the middle of a desert, so she had no places to hide, and her bluff had been called. She had to fight, but the teenage fighter knew her chances weren’t good.

The closest Imp was at about a dozen steps away from her, his spear poised to attack, when suddenly sand started flying around them.

“What the hell?!” One of the Imps swore.

“A sandstorm?!! But there is no wind!!!” Honoka heard Zetaz speak.

“It came out of nowhere!! What the hell is happening??!!!” Camilla shouted, closing her wings around her upper torso and head, so protect herself from the furious flying sand.

Honoka had no idea of what was happening when one of the of the Oasis Demons shouted. “It’s those twin-breasted witches!!! They can control sand!!” The Sand Witches, Honoka thought! A flashback of her encounter with the blond-haired magic users flying in front of her eyes, and immediately after she saw one of the Oasis Demons being engulfed in sand, and pulled down until only his head wasn’t buried in it!

One of the Soldier Imps was thrown to the ground, a massive rock of compact sand having impacted against him, but at that point another soldier was running towards her, spear ready to penetrate her, a kind of penetration quite unlike all the ones she had endured throughout the night. With surprising deftness and sureness, Honoka deflected the spear thrust and slashed at the Imp, his armour taking a lot of the impact, but still managing to cut him on the arm, creating a wound that simmered as if it the flesh was being cooked, the demon letting out a scream of agony and dropping his weapon.

Camilla tried flying towards Honoka, but she barely managed to dodge a sand rock thrown at her. And before she could identify the origin of the rock, the sand seemed to form a vortex around her, the particles smashing against her skin, hurting her much more than she could have thought, as she was bombarded by sand.

Zetaz was shouting orders to his soldiers, but between the sand storm (with no damn wind going on!!), the sand boulders being hurled around, and sand traps grabbing his minions, it was complete chaos! Even Tim had was going mad due to the sand storm. The Imp Lord had grabbed his battle axe from Tim’s saddle, and he’d made a decision. He had to go after Honkers himself, he couldn’t trust anyone else to do so.

Honoka meanwhile had managed to tie her thong again, and as a result the sand wasn’t hurting her as much as before. She had also grabbed her shield, and had stowed the rest of her armour inside her magic pouches, which were now fasted around her thigh. The two Oasis Demonesses, the one with the scimitar and the one with the claws, were currently fighting her in tandem and unlike when she had ambushed them, the two fighting as a team was putting Honoka in a tight place. They were fast enough that the maiden warrior was left in a defensive position, just blocking their attacks the best she could, but still ending up with some scratches on her left thigh, her belly and right arm, drawing blood and the first cut had nearly left her paralysed with shock.

But then luck favoured Honoka, as the Demoness with the claws must have gotten some sand on her eyes, which stopped her halfway through an attack, allowing Honoka to parry the scimitar user, and then hit a kick and shield-smash combo to defeat the clawed Demoness. The pinkette then pressed against the scimitar user, and a lucky cut on her right forearm sizzled her flesh and caused her to drop her weapon with a pained cry. Honoka then knocked her out by way of a jumping hurricanrana that planted the Demoness on her head.

With that victory Honoka turned around to make her escape, but a roar of rage stopped her as Zetaz came from behind brandishing a wicked-looking axe, which impacted against her shield, sending shivers across her body. “You’re not escaping Slut!!! I’m gonna rape you today, and nobody’s stopping me!!” Wielding the axe with both hands, the Imp Lord was able to put a very considerable amount of force behind his blows, forcing Honoka to hide behind her shield. The blows however, were taxing her endurance, and the sheer ferocity of Zetaz’s attacks scared her.

He was relentless despite the sand storm that was growing increasingly violent around them, and Honoka was growing desperate, fearing she wouldn’t be able to escape… but right then sand exploded from under Zetaz’s feet and trapped him in place, leaving him still swinging wildly, but unable to move from his current position. “Honoka, come this way!!” She heard a voice calling.

Turning to the side Honoka saw a figure wearing long hooded robes, a female figure, and realization hit the fighter. The Sand Witches! 

“No!!! You won’t escape me; I’m not losing you again Honkers!!! I’ll have your virginity!!!” Zetaz shouted as he tried to free himself from the sand trapping him, but it was a futile battle as more and more sand came about to strengthen his restraints. For a moment Honoka considered stabbing her sword through his throat, putting an end to someone who had been hunting her since arriving in Mareth… but she found herself unable to do so for some reason (in truth, she feared she knew what the reason was…), so she turned around and followed the Sand Witch just as the storm grew ever fiercer and wilder around them.

“Give me your hand! If you get lost, we’ll lose a lot of time!!” The Sand Witch told her, and Honoka quickly holstered her shield on her back and grabbed the extended hand. As she allowed herself to be guided through the storm, the sand going absolutely mad behind them. “We have to get away from the Demons, the storm will cover us but we need to hurry!!!”

The voice was familiar to Honoka, and she quickly associated a name to it. “Mara!! How did you find me??!!” She asked the green-eyed witch.

“The Sand Mother asked us to keep an eye on you, and the big explosion you caused was a big eye-catcher!!” She answered, her voice hard to hear due to the sand storm, but still understandable. “Driana found you yesterday, but the number of Demons was too big for her alone, so she had to call help, and we only managed to gather today!!” Honoka couldn’t help but to fill a degree of resentment. If they had arrived earlier, maybe she wouldn’t have been gangraped like she had been. But the teen quickly pushed away those thoughts, they weren’t going to help her, they were toxic, and instead she just followed after Mara, hand in hand.

“Thank you for the save!!” She thanked the Sand Witch, just as the storm seemed to dim and disappear from around them. Honoka turned around to see the storm still raging over the Oasis. “That’s incredible!! I didn’t think you could make something like that!” She confessed.

Mara didn’t turn around, but she still answered her. “We needed three Witches fully focused just on keeping the storm going, it was a good thing we managed to gather a dozen of us to help you!”

Honoka’s eyes grew wide. “That was a true rescue mission then!” She spoke, amazed at the effort the Sand Witches had gone to save her.

“Yeah, we nearly got delayed too, but fortunately we managed to gather everyone we needed. From the looks of it, a delay would have been rather problematic for you!” Honoka nodded in agreement, she didn’t think she could have beaten all the Demons there, not without planning and the element of surprise, not when they had her so heavily outnumbered.

“So, what’s the plan here?” Honoka asked Mara.

“I’m taking you to a subterranean outpost we have not that far from here. There, we have an underground tunnel that takes us to another outpost, which isn’t that far off from the Forest.” She answered. “That will allow you to leave the Desert leaving minimal tracks that can be traced. Hopefully those Demons won’t have an idea of where you’re going to, and can’t track you! That is, unless you plan on going to Tel’Adre… because this leaves you quite far from it.”

Honoka thought about the people she’d met in Tel’Adre, she thought of Rubi, Urta, Arian, even Dawn and Morg. She had wanted to see them before making her way to the Lake, but… “I have no problem on missing going back to Tel’Adre, but I really need to make it to the Mountain’s foot, so this is actually really helpful.” She told Mara.

Honoka could see the relieved smile behind Mara’s veil. “Then I anticipated things well, the Sand Mother will be pleased.” She finished. Honoka took that opportunity to take her armour out of her magic pouches, fastening the chainmail miniskirt over her thong, and putting the chainmail bikini on, covering her bloated nipples, the same nipples that had been fucked and milked throughout the night. The memory brought sent a shiver across her spine… but it was a rather pleasurable shiver…

God, she had to leave Mareth before she became a completely depraved slut!

…

Camilla had tried to fly out of the sand storm, but whoever was attacking them must have noticed what she was trying to do, and had started throwing sand boulders at her. As she was dodging them, she had flown towards the ground, and the sand had just erupted, encasing her arms and legs and leaving her stuck on all fours. It was a rather humiliating position, but despite all her struggling, she had been unable to escape her sand bondage. That had left her vulnerable to all the sand flying around, and to her great annoyance, she could feel that her cunt had been bombarded with sand, much of which was sticking to the folds of her pussy. The succubus had been cursing as much as she could since then.

Eventually the storm had started to subside and that allowed her to see part of their unexpected battle field. The Succubus could see several Demons encased in sand much like she was, and other were seemingly knocked out. More importantly though, she could see, and hear, Zetaz also imprisoned by sand, and the Imp Lord was absolutely livid, practically foaming at the mouth with hate.

She knew why he was like that, of course she did, the stupid old fool had decided to play with his food, and had lost the chance of taking Honker’s virginity, and he had to be beating himself over the head because of it. She almost felt like she should insult him for his softness, but considering how mad he looked Camilla feared he might just attack her where she stands.

The Ivory Succubus continued struggling and suddenly she felt the sand’s grip weaken around her left arm. A few strong pulls had her managing to release her arm from the sand coffin, a big smile showing on her face as she started beating her wings, trying to take flight, feeling the sand restraints breaking with every swing of her wings. And then she was on the air, the sand breaking apart around her limbs, finally being freed from bondage.

She looked at the various demons, and quickly made a decision to go help Zetaz. She flew towards him until she was behind him and then wrapped her legs around his torso, her arms under his armpits. “I’ll help you, so struggle against the sand while I pull you upwards.” She told the Imp Lord, who immediately started pulling on his sand restraints, as Camilla flapped her wings. In a few moments the old Imp was freed too, and he frantically started looking around, obviously trying to find Honkers.

“Where is she??!! WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE!!!!?” He shouted to the heavens, his eyes failing to find her within his line of sight. Zetaz ran up a rock formation and looked around, looking for any silhouette in the horizon, anything that could indicate where Honkers had gone to, but failing to find anything. Camilla meanwhile, was helping other Demons released themselves from the sand, knowing Zetaz would likely want to send them all trying to track down the fugitive Honkers. 

Failing to see her at all, Zetaz looked at his men, seeing that already a handful of the Imp soldiers were moving around, as well as some of the Oasis Demons. Tim, he saw, had freed itself from the sand and was drinking from the Oasis, likely trying to cool down from the heat. His eyes were bloodshot and frantic as he looked at his troops, his mind taking in the situation, and trying to come up with a course of action to take.

“You!!” He shouted at an Imp that had removed his armour to take off the sand. “Take that imbecile and run East! The rumoured hidden Desert city is thought to be located to the eastern border, so Honkers might be going there!!” He then pointed his axe at another Imp Soldier. “You, take those two buffoons and travel Southeast, Honkers might be making a run to the Forest, so I want you to get there as quick as you can!!” He then targeted a third Imp Soldier. “You and that slobbering idiot are going South. The Plains are there, and she might use them to escape us!!” Finally, he looked at Camilla, and the madness that crisped in them was enough to cower the rebellious Succubus down. “You, I want you to circle around in an ever-expanding radius. You’re our best chance of actually finding Honkers due to your flight ability!!” Camilla found herself nodding in agreement. This wasn’t the time to challenge Zetaz.

Zetaz briefly thought about ordering the Oasis Demons around, but ultimately decided against it, it could easily lead to conflict, and he couldn’t lose focus now. The Imp Lord marched towards Tim and got on top of the hellhound, shouted more orders to the rest of his soldiers and after having Tim sniff around, trying to catch Honkers’ smell, directed the two-headed dog to the Southeast, which he believed might be the most likely direction that Honkers was taking.

A wild fervour consumed the Imp Lord, shimmering inside his soul. He had had Honkers at his mercy for a second time, and she had escaped once again!! There wouldn’t be a third time, if he could avoid it.

…

The underground tunnel was cooler than Honoka had expected it to be, and rather than torches, it was illuminated by sore sort of glowstone, casting an ethereal light within it. The still chaste adventurer followed after Mara with somewhat clumsy steps, adrenaline having worn off by now, and the previous lucidity that had cut through the horniness consuming her was evaporating, leaving her with a heated need inside her womb. Visions of Zetaz’s cock getting ready to pierce her pussy invaded her mind, which were enough to trigger her pussy to start letting out its juices.

She had almost given herself to the Imp Lord. She had been on the verge of doing it before she had somehow resisted it, and she had no clue why that had been…

That would have been my doing, Honoka.

The pink-haired beauty nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Mr. Guide’s voice. She had been startled enough that Mara turned around and asked her if everything was all right. “Y-yes, sorry, I just thought I saw something on the ground.” She excused herself. What do you mean it was your doing, Mr. Guide? She thought-asked at him.

The ring you wear not only contains my consciousness, but it has also been imbued with considerable power within. Much of it was used to rescue you when you arrived into Mareth, but there were still some remnants remaining.

The human teen recalled the bright light that had burned Zetaz in the Mountain ruins, the scars of which still adorned his face.

Those remnants were used to empower the ring’s ability to heal corruption and lessen libido, which in turn allowed you to resist your Imp foe, and helped you escape. However, by doing that the ring’s power is now spent. The ring will still purify you slowly, alongside the armlet, but do not expect a third rescue.

You are now on your own.

A sensation of dread weighted on Honoka’s soul as she heard-thought those words. That’s a cheery bit of information when I could use all the help possible. She answered-thought with an angry edge to it.

You already possess the Beautiful Sword, the greatest of all weapons to fight against Demons. That shall be all the help you need, oh Saviour of Mareth.

Honoka’s focus returned to her trek through the tunnel, her anger at the circumstances that had forced her to come to Mareth growing inside her mind, especially as she recalled how she had been raped for hours by all those Demons. The pinkette realized that was a bad train of thought as her pussy started getting moist again, her thoughts flowing back to how they had relentlessly fucked her ass, her mouth, both of her nipples, how they had motorboated her boobs and asscheeks, how she had been made to use her hands and feet to jerk off cocks, how her entire body had been used as masturbation material…

A hard double slap echoed through the tunnel, causing the green-eyed witch to turn around and look around in worry, only to see Honoka’s hands resting against her reddening cheeks. “Uhh… is anything wrong with you Honoka? Why did you slap yourself?”

“My mind was going into paths it shouldn’t, so I needed a… distraction!” She answered.

Mara raised a single eyebrow at Honoka’s answer before turning around and going back to leading them through the tunnel. “You do whatever you want, but we should hurry, try to cover as much land as we can, and get you out of the Desert fast. I doubt those Demons will just forgive and forget, they tend to be nasty, stubborn little buggers.” She did pull something out of her robes, what looked like a pouch of water. “Here, if you’re thirsty feel free to take a few swings.” She said offering it to Honoka.

“Thank you, you’re very kind.” Honoka said before she took the pouch to her lips, and drank from its contents, a sweet taste touching her tongue… and suddenly she felt her boobs getting fuller, heavier. “Mara… is this Lactaid?” She asked, filling the familiar tingling in her milk ducts.

The blonde, green-eyed Sand Witch turned her face halfway to the side and winked at her. “Should have known…” Honoka spoke to herself, knowing she’d need to milk herself soon enough.

…

They had walked what had felt like a good few hours before they started going upwards, eventually reaching a natural cave where the tunnel ended. It was a small outpost of the Sand Witches, which nonetheless had been turned into pretty cosy living quarters, where they found a trio of Sand Witches waiting for them. The human fighter decided against staying there for the upcoming night, instead deciding she needed to put as much distance as she could between herself and the Demons, so she quickly said her goodbyes to Mara, and after accepting a few supplies, left the cave now wearing one of the Witches’ sand-coloured robes covering her almost naked body. It would do well for camouflage while the sun was still up.

The Witches had decided to spread out behind her, as to deal with any Demons who might be around and try to follow Honoka, but she still travelled as quickly as her legs (and bloated breasts) allowed her, and she managed to get inside the forest just as the sun was setting down, no sight of Imp Soldiers in sight. Not wanting to waste the lead she already had, Honoka stopped just enough time to drink and eat something, and resumed travelling immediately, the robes now stashed inside her pouches, no longer useful inside the Forest.

She travelled through the night, pushing herself as much as possible, and it was only when the sun was rising up that she stopped to rest and sleep, having found a nice wide opening in the ground between the huge roots of an enormous tree. Using the cloak as cover for the opening, Honoka finally allowed exhaustion to consume her, the maiden falling deeply asleep.

She ended up getting a few nice hours of sleep, as she rose up as the sun had already passed its peak. Her boobs were begging to be milked though, so the maiden warrior proceeded to water the soil with her milk, after which she had a quick meal, and then resumed her trip. Now that she had the Beautiful Sword, Marae would tell her the next step of her mission, something she could hopefully quickly accomplish, getting her closer to going home. As she was leaving the little hovel, her eyes fell first on her arms, which glinted as if she had taken a dive on a pool, or had been oiled up, and then on the pink tattoo that now adorned her groin, the Curse Mark she had been afflicted with. Honoka ran her fingers over it, remembering how Camilla had said it made her weaker and attracted to demonic cocks…

Once she found a stream, she was going to try to wash it out. If she was lucky, it was just paint. If it wasn’t… she could only hope Marae would be able to remove it.

…

They had made camp on an old fort on the Desert, as its location positioned it at a rock outcrop on the Southeast of the Desert. Camilla drank deeply from a water skin; her wings tired from all the flying she had done the past day. Despite all the air recognition she had done, she had failed to found Honkers, or any of the Sand Witches, nor had she found any tracks for them to follow. The Sand Bitches were apparently really good at hiding amongst the dunes, or what least that was what Deatera and Mortera had told her.

The Ivory Succubus looked at the two demonesses, twin demoness sisters in fact. Their physique was human-looking and nicely muscled, with tanned skin covering their torsos for the most part, but their hands and arms were, up to their biceps, covered in reptilian scales, as well as their feet and legs up to their thighs. Their hands and toes were clawed rather than nailed, and they had lizard-like tails sprouting just from above their buttocks on their lower back, with more scales covering their backs and going into their neck, which was fully covered in scales too. Their facial features were human, but the teeth were razor shaped fangs, and they both had a crest of horns jetting from their forehead into their hairline. Their eyes were reptilian, with yellow vertical pupils, and their tongues slithered in and out of their mouths like a snake’s.

Deatera’s scales were a bright orange and she wore no clothing whatsoever, with only a necklace made of bones adorning her neck. Her claws were extra large and sharp both on her hands and toes, and she wore her long dark green hair free of any restraints.

Mortera’s scales were a light shade of brown, and unlike her sister she wore a belt around her waist, from which a couple of pouches and a curved scabbard hanged from. The scabbard was for the wicked looking curved sword she was currently sharpening with a whetstone, Mortera’s weapon of choice. She was also naked, but she had multi-coloured strips of fabric wrapped around her forearm and thighs, her dark green hair was likewise braided with coloured straps, and she wore a red headband just under her horned crown.

The Demon Sisters had decided to join Zetaz’s company in searching for Honkers, claiming they had scores to settle with the human cunt, and their knowledge of the Desert had helped them optimise the search process. Per chance they were all resting at the same time, and the two had decided to force their company onto Camilla, which annoyed the Succubus quite a bit.

“I fear the human bitch might have already made it to the hidden city.” Complained Mortera, as she meticulously ran the whetstone over her increasingly sharped scimitar.

“Perhaps you’re right sister, but the strangest thing is how we’ve been unable to find any tracks of her.” Deatera said, the frantic movements of her tail reflecting on her state of mind.

Camilla scoffed at them. “There was a thrice-damned sandstorm going on! Why do you expect to see any tracks after that?” She asked them bluntly.

Deatera hissed angrily at her, not liking her tone of voice, but Mortera grabbed her sister’s forearm. “The Sandstorm was conjured by the Sand Bitches, so it was a localized phenomenon. They aren’t powerful enough to create a Sandstorm big enough to cover a wide area of the Desert.” She said, looking at her reflection on the scimitar’s blade. “It must have only covered the Oasis, so past that, there should be tracks for us to follow.” She clearly wasn’t happy with the blade, as she resumed sharpening it.

“Yes, my sister is correct. We’ve hunted a lot in the Desert and beyond, and prey leaves tracks. Even the Witches do at times… do you remember sister, that one we cornered on the village ruins to the west?” Deatera smiled wildly at that remembrance. “We had fun with the blond whore before we killed her!”

Mortera’s glee wasn’t as immediately noticeable as her sister’s, but Camilla could see the bloodlust nonetheless. “Yes sister, the hunt was exciting, and the end result more exciting even. My headband’s colour became so vibrant!” Camilla wasn’t used to being around Demons that were that bloodthirsty, sexthirsty for sure, but these sisters?! It was probably a reptilian thing.

“Regardless, you both failed to hunt down Honkers despite claiming you’re such good hunters and all!” She pointed at them. Mortera threw her a nasty look, and Deatera’s tongue hissed wildly. The tongue of course was their main way of tracking, the two-pronged muscle allowed them to smell their prey.

“You soft weakling, you did no better than us despite having those wings of yours! Maybe I should clip them for you, seeing as they were useless!!” The demoness growled at her, standing up and curling her clawed fingers, her hair spiking and standing up like a wild animal’s. Camilla drew her Lust Dagger ready to defend herself, but again Mortera held back her sister.

“Peace sister, we all have the same objective here.” The braided demoness told her wild sibling, again managing to calm her down. However, when she turned to look at Camilla, her eyes glimmered with a dangerous light. “Still, my sister has a point, you have the greatest mobility out of us all, yet you failed to even find tracks.”

Camilla didn’t dislike the twin demonesses the way she loathed Zetaz, but she didn’t appreciate the way they looked down on her. Mortera and Deatera were built for hunting and fighting, all lean muscle and harsh scales, both lacking the usual voluptuousness that most female demons, seductresses like Camilla, sported. And though she’d never admit to it, she was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to defeat either of them on a fight. But she had other skills.

“Sometimes you have to work smarter, not harder, and due to my brilliant foresight, I have a way of knowing about Honkers whereabouts!” She boldly declared.

The sister showed surprise for an instant, before doubt replaced it. “I don’t believe you at all.” Deatera said. “Your kind’s all about opening their legs to every cock they see, there’re no smarts there!”

Fury threatened to overcome Camilla, but she cooled it down before answering. “You know how I branded Honkers with a Curse Mark on her groin? You remember that?!” They both nodded, they had seen it clearly. “Well, because I’m a skilled runesmith, before I worked on that project, one that is unfinished by a large margin, I might add, I branded her with another Mark, a rune that allows me to get inside her dreams!”

That surprised the twin demonesses, and Camilla tasted the sweet flavour of triumph. “But can you invade her dreams when she isn’t within your reach?” Mortera asked. 

“I can, but it’s not going to be easy. If she was here, I’d manage to get into her dreams without any effort, but at a distance, I’ll need to prepare myself.” And it would be a bit of a longshot, for she needed to try that scrying, so to say, while Honkers was asleep, awake it wouldn’t do any good, and she had to project her consciousness into the dream realm. The rune would act as a beacon at a short distance. Emphasis on short though.

Mortera sheathed her scimitar before asking. “And what do you mean with “prepare yourself”?”

“I’ll need to inscribe a rune circle on the floor to aid me project my consciousness on the dream realm, and then I’ll need quiet and solace to meditate. It’s not easy to travel the dream realm when you lack an anchor to support yourself.” Honkers was the anchor of course.

The sisters traded a quick glance between them, before their reptilian eyes fell on Camilla. “Very well Succubus, we’ll make sure you get peace and quiet.” Deatera told her.

“We’ll tell Zetaz about your plan when he arrives, if you’re busy meditating.” Mortera added. “But tell me, knowing where she is in the dream realm, will that let you know the corresponding location on the real world? Is it a perfect replica of it?”

It would be nice, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. “No, the dream realm has no direct connection with the real world, it’s all based on the dreamer’s dreams. But if I can reach her, when a person dreams, they are more vulnerable, unaware of what is real and what is not, so I can get her to tell me where she is, or where she’s going.” The Ivory Succubus explained. “And knowing that, we can get to her.” She finished.

Mortera and Deatera traded another exchange of looks between them, as if they were talking by way of eyesight. “Get ready then, Camilla, once night falls you should start scrying the dream realm for her.” Mortera told, nearly demanded of, her, which might have ticked the succubus off otherwise, but she could feel the drive, the need to get even that the sisters exuded.

“Make sure there’s no noise around where I scry, and double make sure Zetaz or his barking mutt don’t disturb me. I’ll find her.” The twins nodded in agreement, and for the first time since the sandstorm had started, Camilla felt like a win was within their grasp.



And a new chapter arrives!

Hopefully you'll all enjoy the developments here, and last time I ran a pool regarding if Honoka would eventually participate in beastiality. The results heavily fell on yes, so expect Honoka to have sex with animals in future chapters.

The next step of Honoka's quest in Mareth is about to start, and I don't imagine you'll have a hard time figuring it out. Hopefully the next update will come out sooner.

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