Chapter 2 - Kalidus Channel - Scaled Hole Breakers

Shanoa groaned quietly and forced stubborn footwear onto her feet, backing off the two nearly crushed fingers who suffered aiding her heel in making it into the stilettos.

Her body was mostly recovered from events of last week, although the invasive, salty taste would yet find its way onto her mouth, every now and then.


Memory of demonic ravagery upon her body still brought her hand to a fist and for a reason much unknown, her nipples to a still stand, something she despised and blamed entirely on Une's aphrodisiac


The very first days of awakening, as her mind was still in a state of broken mess, she feared that they would remain hard as stone forever, yet with time she found out the cause.


Recovery was only possible due the stroke of luck bestowed upon her by whimsical hand of fate. Not much after nightly deed was done, her violated body was found by wandering villager.


Foolish curiosity to stumble across monster infested woods became her salvation and she, however thankful, still had the man for a fool and it wouldn't change any soon.


Shanoa finally stood up, looking at her own raven, wavering reflection, staring back at her from the small pond near time bitten barn which served as her nest as of late.


Black strands coating her head, she washed them at least ten times but previous orderly beauty seemed lost. It was not something she mourned greatly, once she left her master, she knew that her return wont see the same grace, yet she did not expect for it to fade away so fast.


What she did mourn, however, were the good intentions of her host. Her clothes lied ruined, apart from the very heels, therefore he, in act of dignity, wrapped her breasts in a linen bandage.


She sighed and then cupped the grand bust, staring at her own fingers digging into puffy tits, bordering between DD and proper E. Her previous size came into trouble already and she mildly feared what new one will cause.


Nonetheless, her mission was far from over and given she was finally able to move in proper manner, dispatching further was the only option. Treacherous brat, by all means, could be already out of her reach, yet there was something in her that made Shanoa sure she would meet him soon.


An old, ragged cloak fell onto her body, only means of non-problmatic clothing she could receive there. Cold or heat were not her issues, she was trained far beyond for novelties as such to make a difference.


Raiven maiden stepped from behind the barn and turned vivid eyes onto pumpkin field nearby, watching her saviour and his wife, taking care of their heritage.


He could be a fool and so could she but regardless of anything, they were but the innocent, those who suffer the most from reign of their enemy, unable to defend themselves by any means.


Saying farewells was something unnecessary in her case and she did not have the means to pay them, leaving wordless was the only thing she found fit to do.


Any moment spent pursuing her goal brought her closer to ensuring that men will no longer fear the night. Path to the canal, as she found out soon after being able to walk again, was not as lengthy from the farmstead.


She still used the opportunity, taking a slightly longer course, putting glyphs into proper use and coming to a pleasant realization that her body haven’t lost much over past days.


Her legs could feel rusty at times but as long as her Confodere pierced through wicked flesh and cursed bone, she found it but a minor inconvenience.


As trusted rapier made its way into risen skull of necromancer's minion and as her bust erupted from beneath aged robe from the very impact of her thrust, she heard the distant song of tides meeting cliffs.


With swirl of her wrist she effortlessly slashed revenant's head wide open, allowing the blade to then perish into arcane nothingness, free of it’s conjured form.


Shanoa hid grand bust beneath her cloak, barely succeeding so and still leaving it prone to burst out within any fiercer movement. 


If the treacherous pup was within the island prison, she would have words with him. Very thought of the meeting left her blood boling and her, thirsty for even more blood.


Barlowe did specifically stress out that boy must return alive but a few teeth wouldn't make that much of a difference to him and would be just perfect for her.


With the aid of glimmering footwear, still keeping their polish and and grace unlike her body, she descended deeper towards the guiding noise of waves, to see the trees slowly shrink in numbers and density and to feel the overgrown tits jump and jiggle with every step.

The thought of choking wretched brat with her breasts appeared quite often in her mind and she seen it as fitting way of giving him a taste of what he cursed her to but in the end always ended discarded. It would be a death far too pleasant for likes of him.


With flawless balance she scaled the rocky rising, just to lay the black heel onto uneven stone and have creamy skin showered in the salt drops as yet another tide met the cliff, breaking into small droplets. 

Kalidus Channel, the only thing connecting  forgotten Minera Prison with rest of the world, infested with filth beyond one’s imagination and long lost to monstrous forces of creatures dwelling beneath the raging surface.


For reasons certain, it was not a well known reason that merely a fraction of true horrors step above the waters, had the true monstrosities of the dark emerge in their full glory, time of men would end.


She turned towards the east, thankful in her heart that not everything could breathe fresh air. Vivid gaze fell on upon ships in the distance, long stripped of life and yet everlastingly holding at bay, a grand reminder why no one sets sails near Kalidus anymore.


Cold water caressed her feet maliciously at all times but she would not step away from the cliff, knowing that if she was to make her way towards the prison, wetness would be last of her concerns.


She nearly hissed upon turning her eyes down, just to spot her nipples stiff and breaking through the cape with ease, set in this form by breath of the ocean.


Ragged breath grew heavy and prolonged as despite everything, her breasts burned with warmth nesting in long violated nipples and resonating deep below onto the shallowly coated ladyparts.


Soon taking a halt, she turned eye towards her destination, far beyond ruined bridges and wreckage of ghost ships, whose name and origin everyone long forgot.


To get to Minera, she would need to pass across everything what lied there, make her way from one wooden piece to another and through stone remainers of previous passages, avoiding the tiniest touch of water to not grant anything a reason to leave the watery bed.


For a common man it would be borderline impossible, not only to dance between the uneven, carried by waves beams and crates but more importantly, survive everything what lurked beneath had he fell.


She slid down onto the tiny bit of rocky shore and slowly knelt, just to stare into the dark waters. Usually the rule was simple, clean waters granted a clear vision what lied beyond and meant less horrors awaiting.


Rotting corpses and ground stirred by the movement near the oceanic floors contributed to bad visibility, both brought by whatever lived below the surface and what lied before her was doubtlessly the muddiest water she had seen in her life.


Confodere sang in her hand in no time and raven maiden took a short while to watch over the flawless blade, ornaments far too precise for human hand and sharpness unbound to physical paradigms of this world.

Despite being one of the simplest glyphs in existence, she always was fond of the simple edge and clean purpose, thanks to it’s arcane origins, it possessed enough will in itself to match true swords in tasks of the same nature. 

Barlowe spoke to her of past affections of hers and Shanoa’s body was the greatest proof of that, almost as if she was born for blade and even now, when her memories were long gone, she felt the same devotion in its use.

Before the very thought was over, she leaped into the air and aimed towards a lonely crate, knowing that stalling her departure brought nothing but too many unnecessary thoughts. Tall heels landed on the uneven wood and raven maiden nearly fell forward as her massive breasts bent her down with the force of their own fall.

With a soft hiss, she rose up using conjured blade to balance herself out. Yet another thing to add into consideration; she thought not daring to speak out, the less she would do to attract anything the better. 

It did not take her long to make it across the floating wood pieces and former pillars of a bridge passage, the deeper Shanoa made it into the messy waters, the less spread out aged remnants were, leading her to a certainty that ships had something to say in terms of bridge’s destruction. 

Running across a rotten plank, she leaped onto the core part of former passage and rolled near the very edge, on brink of slipping down. Maiden’s lips bent into a soft smile as she slowly stumbled onto the opposite end, just to witness that rest of the path just as richly bestowed with all kinds of spots to navigate across. 

With enough luck, she would make it to Minera not only safely but also quickly, yet with the corner of her eye she spotted that such fortune wasn’t to be granted. Sapphire eye stared upon the incoming gale, swirling clouds of thunder and blackness.

Black nails grasped tighter across the blade as she suddenly squinted in shock, covering herself and couching on the ground to withstand force of the storm that suddenly engulfed her body, nearly making her fall backwards.

With clenched teeth, she felt the assault of rain, watery drops falling with force nearly grand enough to leave cuts on her skin and wild gust of winds strong enough to send the ghost ship, next to bridge’s core, back and forth alongside startled waves.

When the initial force was gone, she inhaled sharply as previous gale made it unable to grasp even the tiniest bit of air. Breathing with precious air, she looked down onto herself and stared only at a massive, plump pair of grand jugs tightly squeezed between her own arms.

She heard that eastern storms and gales were merciless and unpredictable but what hit her was not a mere bad weather, it stood as a wild, wicked hurricane, born out of something far beyond nature’s touch.

Shanoa’s hand lowered itself to grasp the cloak and pull it onto her ravaged body, just to accidentally grab her own breast and softly squeal in response. Yet then it suddenly hit her, as she turned back and stared onto the last parts of ragged cloth slowly sinking into the muddy waters. 

Not good; the thought was boen as her front still jiggled softly, living it’s own life. Vivid gaze turned forward once more to spot prow of the ship ramming remnants of the bridge and making its way across aged stone as if it was made out of butter, sending bricks around in exposlive manner.

Her body met the dark waters as she collapsed alongside the stone, dodging the pillar that soon followed. Shanoa’s eyes spread as she saw the muddy layer above herself through nearly. 

A layer of mud, rot and plantous remnants, perfectly seen through the crystal clear water. The canal was not cluttered with dirt, merely the very surface. She looked down below and spotted shine of red scales dancing across the depths.

Grasping the drowning pillar with force, she propeled herself upwards with it’s help and before even able to grasp a breath, she began swimming towards one of the crates, just to leave the waters. 

Stumbling onto the wood, she called for Confodere yet again, thrusting it softly into the crate and rising once more, staring onto the layer of nature's filth, covering all of what lied below.


Her grand chest slowly rised up and down as she inhaled, creamy funbags wiggled softly with each of her breaths, pinched endlessly by the cold and sharp winds.


Shanoa's breath shuddered as she felt every of water drops, slowly flowing down her tits and grouping, bathing her stiff, rosy nipples in chilling water, all as they still burned from the sensation.


With raven hair sticking to her shoulders like wet goop, she stood naked, barely keeping on her point of respite, floating on angry waters.


Stormy gale howled once more and she covered her crotch with one of her hands, feeling as the very flow of wind stimulated oversensitive ladyparts,


“F-Fuck.” Sapphire eyes turned towards her own, shining thighs, she couldn't tell it if was just water form Kalidus or her own juices flowing richly down.


“Not good.” Resting but on unstable piece of wood, dancing across raging waters, she couldn't predict from where the attack would come and whatever scaly bastards lurked below, they knew exactly where she was.


Spending all of her willpower on restoring former balance, she spread her heels across the crate and brought another confodere, which soon filled other hand.


Dripping with water, chilled and naked, Shanoa calmed her breath and downturned vivid gaze onto duflation on the messy surface just next to rotten crate.


Only thanks to her reflexes, remaining despite memory, she managed to dodge the razor fins brandishing just before her face, surrounded by crimson scales.


Bending herself backwards in manner that will leave her back in pain once adrenaline is gone, she ordered Confodere to dance and agonizing scream of the beast proven that she did not miss.


“Mermen.” She hissed as the scaled dweller fell back into the water, separated from his own tail. Shanoa wiped vile blood off her face, feeling as green liquid flew down her tits.


“Of course it's mermen.” Not many things tended to swim or to live in such shallow waters, at least not many wicked things. Mermen were the most common case, although often untouched. Too weak to prove a threat to ships and unable to breathe outside water.


Onyxian nails wrapped around the hilt once more as she spotted yet another disturbance in the mud. Watery monstrosities lied covered in scales and their deadliest weapon was the razor-finned tail.


Jumping out the water, merman would brandish it with force and sharp as finest blade fin would cut through flesh and bone as if they were nothing but leaves and and even if the hit would be laid with the blunt side, force of it was sufficient to shatter bones.


Another wicked offspring sprouted from the water, sapphire gaze could met green stare of the monster, just before she crouched on one leg and felt cold kiss of wind on her exposed asshole.


With a blush on her cheeks, she put out a delayed strike, still fast enough to pierce Merman's head as he was turning. “Anywhere but here and I would turn you all into a god forgotten shashlik.” She spit out as her holes demanded attention on their own.


Snow white teeth dig into her lip, feeling as her nipples turned stone and waves of heat far too pleasurable ran across naked body, radiating from the water dripping tits and hungering ass.


With enough luck it would end on only two but knowing that relying on her luck has always been but a failure, Shanoa retrieved second blade from the crate and stared into the water.


One of pillars from the bridge, still mostly intact, was near her. If she managed to make her way onto it, she would not only have a stable ground to stand on but also a height advantage.


Only issue lied in the distance, by no means she could make it with a simple leap and swimming was by any means out of option, she would stand little chance in water.


As she stared at another incoming disturbance, Shanoa realized she might not have to. The maiden’s muscles tensed as muddy layer calmed before her, just to send her upwards as scaled tail snapped where she stood a mere moment ago.


Allowing the beast to fall back into its depths, girl watched as it disappeared and then counted to three, knowing that Merman would simply retreat a little and then turn around to renew it's attack.”One..”


Inhaling deeply, she looked onto the calming waters, seeing as wicked storm began to disappear as rushly as it appeared before her.


It took all of her willpower to not give into what her body demanded of her, to not stick the handle of her blade into her rear in order to appease demanding asshole and to not stick black nails into her burning cunt.


“T-Two..” She uttered with softly broken tone, knowing that her body slowly grew stiff in its need and mind drowned in indecent thoughts, born out of watery stimulation. 


“Three.” She leaped across the filthy surface, towards the distant pillar, vanishing her blades to reduce weight and putting everything on one card.


Black heel touched the water and softly dipped into it, just to propel her further, allowing her to seemingly dash off the very surface of water and jump into the direction of ruined pillar.


“Good boy.” Her foot separated itself from the back of scaled beast, hidden just below the mud. Shanoa landed against the stone, locking sturdy heels in the cracks and hissing as part of the structure was pressed against her swollen breast, nearly piercing over sensitive nipple.


“You fucking…” With a sharp breath, she rised her leg to climb further, just to hear a crack. Sapphire eye turned towards half of her heel falling down into the water.


A perfect cut running across the remaining half, slowly bending under her own weight, her eyes widened a little. The fin. She had to step on the fi-


Her remaining heel followed in the steps of it's twin half, breaking and stripping the girl of her balance. The girl suddenly whined as she slid down the ruined stone, feeling as her tits rubbed against rough surface, leaving cuts and grazes on their entire vastness.


Shanoa stopped in the very middle, calming her body with heavy breaths. Still helpless, she watched as one of the mermans jumped out water and snapped with its tail just below her.


“Good. Im fine.. It is fine. They can't reach this high.” She nodded to herself and then extended one of her hands to grasp an uneven stone above her, hearing as the beasts still leaped out the water below her.


She would deal with the heat and then remove her heels, irregular footing was far more dangerous than having none and once she was done, she would get to the boy and-


A heavy slam shattered her mind momentarily as thundering force of merman's tail hammered her exposed cunt, reducing her brain to an overstimulated pussy.


Wet thighs, still red from the blunt hit, clenched chaotically, covering the pounded crotch as chain of orgasms stormed her body, stripping her of any balance left in the ravaged flesh.


“N-No, no…” She whined helplessly as she began to slide down, her plump, droplet covered ass nearing the water as a meal for the mermen, fresh and juicy in all of its indecency.


A thundering echo soon carried itself across the canal as another slam met her body, spread across her cheeks, painting them pink and sending into a wild jiggle


Sapphire eye twitched and lips bent themselves into a blissful smile as she still clenched white teeth, unable to control her facial expression when exposed to orgasm bringing force.


Filled with ecstasy, she slowly slid even lower, torn by shallow, hot breaths whilst her red-turning ass slowly dipped into the water, allowing flesh in heat to calm in cold, salty tides.


Another strike sent her into the waters, a helpless and pleasure driven body, struck with fleshy bliss far beyond her imagination, by force capable of shattering feminine body alike a twig.


Her enlarged tits wiggled as she flew alongside the surface of tides, covered in minor cuts from the unforgiving stone and nipples hard as the very pillar which built the bridge.


Impact of her own crotch falling into the water forced her to throw the raven haired head back in unnamable wonder of cold kiss on the hammered, physically overwhelmed cunt.


Shanoa watched as they circled around her, predators playing with their prey. Each of them could end her a thousandfold but yet she simply kept descending down the water, staring only at her freely risen, bare chest.


With corner of her eye she spotted as one swam towards her, disappearing from her vision, all till it appeared above her face, throwing a shadow across its entire length, bathing her lips in darkness.


Thick as her fist and shaded alike a carnal medley of scarlet, crimson and ruby, it hanged just above her lips, forcing her head to skip a beat in realization of what she was to them. What she would soon be.


She spread her mouth, indifferent to the salty waters and ran tip of her tongue across its head, instinctively tasting the vivid skin of spike carpeted glans.


Row of sharp barbs caressed her tongue, brining an even brighter blush on her cheeks and well known heat within her body, all for the aroma she was unknowingly starved for. Taste of a dick.


It spread across her taste buds, bringing euphory against her will and awakening her starvation once more as she kept falling down, staring only as underwater, thick string of precum formed between tip of her tongue and his tool.


Something grasped her head with force and rised up, forcing to face to the cock, allowing her to wrap her lips around its head and revel in his juices, far too thick to separate themselves from the tool.


Her hands flew on their own, wrapping around his waist as she pushed her head against his meat, seemingly unable to take it in but far too starved to stop.


It was as if she tried to push minotaur’s fist into her mouth, far too large and too vast to even appear as possibility. She kept trying to fit an orange in a keyhole, spreading her jaw wildly in need.


Raven mouth slowly gave in, spreading beyond its natural capabilities and allowing the girl to see as angrily red cock gradually rammed its way in, pushing blushed cheeks aside and filling every spot.


Finally as if some border was broken, her lips slammed with force against his crotch, wrapped in nearly round shape, coating entirety of his enormous cock.


Black nails slowly slid down merman’s backsides as her hands fell lifelessly down whilst sapphire eyes rolled up in response to monstrous meat filling her mouth and throat alike.


She floated stuck on his cock as it molded insides of her throat in its image, shaping them after a bull worthy, spiked dick of a merman alpha, huge and fat.


Scaled hands grasped her head once more as her flesh was tightly wrapped around his meat, serving as a Eccelisan cock warmer from her own primal wish and desire.


Her head was pulled back with force, sliding backwards monumental cock, her ring forming lips stretching alongside his flesh, savouring her meal and every tiniest spike.


It wouldn't last long till her lips slammed again against his crotch one more, forced to spit out a tiny part of salty, blissful precum which glued her insides, released directly into throat or onto tongue.


Subsequent slams followed, each as if ramming the cock deeper and deeper, down her throat, repeatedly forming an enormous, dick shaped bulge across her neck.


Shanoa felt as if her brain was directly pounded by his filling cock, her mind slowly gushed down to a cum filled goop, with every thought revolving around taste of dick.


Knowing that every tiniest detail of his meat could be seen from outside through her stretched flesh, she felt her addiction growing, the very primal love of holes stretched to the extreme.


With raven, cock filled head jumping back and forth, every time faster and smoother as she was shaped in it's image, she felt the rising power of his thrusts, fed solely on his meat.


Finally, pounded for the final time, she slammed against his crotch, feeling as an avalanche of merman seed suddenly was released inside her, pouring down stretched throat.


Bucket after bucket of monstrous jizz was pumped into her, warming from the inside alike hot brew and clogging thoughts and throat alike, sticking all around slowly filling belly.


Growing heavier with every gallon of semen, she drowned in liquid and hormonal love, knowing that if her iris could, it would shape itself into bright heart.


Swollen, she began to be gradually pulled down by the weight of her own, cum bathed stomach and jizz clogged throat, slipping off his cock with stretched jaw and eyes rolled up to the extent.


And as she was about to simply drown alike a barrel of jizz, her lips suddenly spread as one of monsters from the deep grabbed her ass with force, causing her plump, fat cheeks to nearly spill from between his fingers. Remnants of the cum scented air escaped her mouth in form of white bubbles.


Held by her rear, Shanoa was pulled upwards alike a lifeless sex doll, letting out soundless, muffled underwater moans in the response to sharp claws softly digging into her flesh and leaving marks of savagery upon her skin.


There was much before her and death, they wouldn't simply let her drown while her body was still of of use, fit as a cocksleeve for the fat, arm thick cocks and their sharp, ravagery bringing spikes.


Pulled out with force, Raven's slut body fell on the crate where once she defended herself from those with whom she would mate eagerly now, regardless of the consequences.


Her massive tits slammed against the crate, slapping the wood with force and leaving a carnal echo carrying itself across the waters, accompanied by a broken moan of a former maiden with over sensitive tits trapped between a hammer and an anvil.

She groaned mindlessly, still wearing a mild, grin of stupidity over the lingering taste of dick and sensation of her bruised nipples clenched between her body and rough wood. Cum filled hand of the order breathed shallowly with remnants of thick seed spread across her chin.


Her lips remained bent pleasantly as massive hand grabbed her head and pressed into the wet wood as yet another took position behind her, taking his turn on the black haired cocksleeve.


Sapphire eyes spread widely in the response to a log sized head of his tool spreading her wet buttcheeks and laying a kiss on the entrance to her ass, which squirmed in the very response.


Her hole, despite former ravagery, managed to return to its full tightness, now having troubles once more with taking oversized tool, a state which would soon change in the wake of merman’s inhuman strength.


She muttered incomprehensible, love filled blabber as the force of fat, scaled tool grew, pressing harder and harder against the stubborn entrance of hers, bound to nothing but ramming it's way in.


Flawlessly white teeth clenched amidst her helpless whine as all of the force, capable of breaking bones like twigs, was now solely concentrated on her ass, all by a merman much vaster, larger than one who claimed her mouth.


She let out an unnamable, primal sound as the monstrosity managed to push a mere inch of its swollen head inside, just to then shatter what's left entirely witihn a second.


Sound of a thundering slap carried itself across the Kalidus as enormous, thick as a log cock suddenly broke all the way in into a tight, meat starved hole of a Eccelisan warrior maiden, spreading the flesh effortlessly.


Drool and saliva bubbles poured from her mouth, through the teeth, clenched to a point of near breaking, all as she inhaled sharply, deeply as an animal in heat which found a mate after months of starvation.


Feeling an entire tree bark inside her ass, she tried to move, yet paralyzed in a state of steel grasp around the wooden crate, as if she embraced a wildest lover in the moment of climax.


Her expression broke repeatedly, unable to withstand size of body breaking cock and jumping from one mindless, euphoric and indecent look to another, torn by the inhuman pleasure of anal ravagery.


Sapphire, love bound eyes rolled upwards as he pulled back, leaving the outstretched flesh in a state of a wide spread, just to once again shiver and jump down as he slammed again.


The beast continued to pound her rear with mountain's force, turning her ass red from slamming against the crotch and sending the cheeks into a wild jiggle with every slam, thrusting another time before they could be put to rest.


She lied there, grasping a lifeless piece wood, repeatedly hidden under waves as yet another storm began, barley caring for the weather whilst her insides were slowly reduced to a gaping cock-pleaser.


It took a timeless while before the final thrust send the scarlet, burning cheeks into dance, the sky managed to darken before yet another load was unleashed within her, leaving her body as nothing but a fragile, overstetched cumdump of Eccelisa.


The merman pulled out after ensuring that every gallon of his seed was pumped into the woman, leaving a broken, mind shattered doll with ass spread wider than the jaw itself, capable of fitting a horse’s tool with ease.


She couldn't see nearly countless fins circling around her, much unaware that it was merely the beginning of what was to meet her and mostly, her asshole.


Crate as any other, with enough motion would take her to one of she shores. Yet long before that, she would float, locked as a breeding colony for the beasts of the deep.




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