Chapter 21 - Godly Marks

Water was doing nothing against the demon tattoo, as Honoka had come to call it. The pink-haired beauty was standing knee-deep in a stream running through the Forest, naked except for her thong, her sword-concealing shield, thigh-pouches, chainmail miniskirt and armour bikini resting atop a large rock near the water edge. Even her hair tie, the last reminder of Earth she had left, was stashed inside the pouches. Honoka had decided she didn’t dare remove the thong when travelling through Mareth.

She sighed realizing it was a lost cause. Water had failed to remove it, scrubbing it using leaves also hadn’t helped, and she was out of options at that point. She had no soap, but she feared that also wouldn’t do a thing against the magic that had been put on her. The tattoo, now that she was looking at it, was very lewd looking in terms of design and location. She remembered seeing women who’d tattoo their lower back, just above their buttocks, but not above their groin.

Her Grandma would freak out if she saw it, Honoka thought… though her Grandma probably would have to be sent to the hospital if she knew her granddaughter had been gangraped for half a day… and that Honoka had liked it…

How was that even supposed to work out? Her morals, her sexual desires were being horribly warped in Mareth, where she had already been fucked, or had fucked, Minotaurs, Demons, Orcs, pig-men, Centaurs, lizard-men, anemones, cow-women, Goblins, a Succubus, a futanari woman and a futanari fox-woman… She had gone from occasionally masturbating with her hands on Earth, to having had all her holes, except her pussy, fucked by demons.

Honoka looked down at her massive boobs, greatly enlarged through various ways, cupping the enormous orbs, seeing how both her areola and nipples grown bigger thanks to Zetaz’s drugs. Mental images of demonic cocks plunging into her nipples, and fucking them harshly, came to her mind and she quickly had to wipe them from her head, lest her pussy start dripping. And her skin was still looking glossy and shiny, even a dive in the water had done nothing to remove the oily look from it.

Still, she dove into the stream again, just enjoying the feeling of… cleansing it gave her. She had been so tainted, so soiled since arriving in Mareth that the cool water was like purifying her own being. Honoka emerged from the water, her glorious body glistening from both the Sexy Body Lotion and the water, her drenched hair clinging to her head and neck. She was like a nymph of old Greek legends bathing on a water creek, just as stunningly beautiful as they were described to be.

Honoka ran her fingers through her hair, checking for any strands that might still be struck together by dried old cum, feeling happy when she found none. She had felt dirty after the gangbang, and even Zetaz’s bare attempt at a bath in the Oasis hadn’t done much to clean her up. The rushing stream of water of the river on the other hand, did a great job of washing her from the taint she’d endured. She was now at the deepest area of the river, but even there the water only reached to her wide and bubbly ass.

As she washed herself even further, Honoka considered what if someone was to meet her like this, taking a bath almost naked in the middle of a river. It being Mareth, she was certain it would end in attempted sexual assault, as Demons and tainted creatures were everywhere in Mareth. On its own, her brain started envisioning scenarios.

If it was a Goblin or an Imp alone, she could easily beat them just with her hands. A group of Goblins would be trickier though, managing multiple enemies required a different way of reading the battlefield, trying to separate them and take them down one by one. A Succubus shouldn’t be too difficult, as her first encounter with Camilla had shown, though she had been dominated on their second encounter. What about a male Succubus? Would it be similar to a Succubus? She didn’t know. An Orc on the other hand would be a challenge to deal with, if Morg was anything to go by.

Honoka was musing on that line of thought when she felt she was being observed. The maiden fighter quickly looked around, her hands instinctively moving to cover her massive bust. She couldn’t see anyone, but the unnerving feeling didn’t leave her so the plump-breasted virgin quickly moved towards her equipment, but just as she left the river there was a rustling in the bushes in front of her, and a wolf jumped out growling at her, standing between Honoka and her equipment.

“Oh no…!!” Honoka exclaimed as panic built inside her. She had never seen a wolf before, so her first instinct was to slowly take steps into the opposite direction, lowering her arms in order to appear unthreatening. “Calm down puppy, I’m not going to do anything bad to you.” She half-whispered to it, her brain wondering if she should go back to the river, or try to climb a tree, just as two other wolves made themselves known coming out of cover from her right side, one of them quickly circling around so that it was between Honoka and the river.

Honoka could feel cold sweat forming all over her body. She had just kind of accepted she was going to be preyed upon sexually on Mareth, but now she was being preyed upon in a more common sense of the word. Another wolf came out from behind a tree, so that she was now surrounded on all four sides, and finally a fifth wolf jumped on top of a rock. It was bigger than the others, its dark grey and white pelt harsher looking, and there were scars on some areas of its body, including one going across its snout. The way it carried itself made Honoka realize it had to be the leader of the pack.

Its calm yellow eyes stared into Honoka’s panicked red ones, and it jumped down from the rocks, slowly prowling towards the nearly-panicking teen. The leader wolf was about 3 inches tall to its shoulders, reaching to just slightly below Honoka’s hanging bust line, and his eyes were just about at the height of her neck. As it reached the pinkette, it started sniffing at her wet body, starting with her upper chest, then down to her bulging boobs, to her navel, with the Curse Mark actually causing it to growl at it, down finally to her thong-covered pussy… and there it remained, sniffing at it.

The other wolves had come close to her, making it even harder for her to escape, while the pack leader, the Alpha, kept sniffing at her genitals. A terrifying thought came into Honoka’s brain as she observed the Alpha’s behaviour. Surely it wouldn’t…

And then as it moved to sniff at her butt, Honoka saw a pink shaft hanging from between the Alpha’s rear legs. Unlike a human penis, it had a tampered head rather than a mushroom one, and the base was rather bulgy, giving it an odd appearance. Panic really started rising within the human maiden. Was the Alpha wolf planning to… mate with her?!

Pure disgust invaded her being at the idea of having sex with an animal. She had already been fucked by Minotaur cock, demonic cocks, Orc cocks, horse cocks, pig cocks, lizard cocks, but all of those had been sentient beings. This was a wild animal, a beast driven by instinct and lacking rational thought! But just as those thoughts invaded that brain, Honoka could feel the intense disgust transform into torrid lust, her pussy quickly heating up as her very womb seemed to rumble with excitement. 

How… how would it feel to be fucked by a wolf cock… by an animal cock?!

But before an increasingly excited Honoka could give it a legit thought, the Alpha jumped on her back, its weight causing her now unsteady legs to give in, and the pinkette fell down on the ground on all fours… the position of a bitch.

Her red-hot body became steamy as she felt the Alpha mount her, her heat reaching a boiling point as she felt the hard canine erection bump between her buttcheeks. The smell of wolf fur was strong, and as it positioned itself above her, she could smell its breath, an awful and acidic fragrance which nonetheless only made her grow hornier and more excited.

The rest of the pack (more wolves had come out from the trees, for a total of 9, including the Alpha) had come closer, serving as witnesses for their Alpha’s domineering of the female human. Their piercing unblinking gazes further fuelled the flames of lust already roasting Honoka from the inside.

The Alpha was failing to insert its cock, being blocked by the Lusty Maiden’s Armour’s thong, and he was starting to let out annoyed growling, its movements becoming more forceful. “D-Don’t worry Doggy, Honoka’s going to help you!” Honoka proclaimed, her right hand reaching behind to her thong, exposing her asspussy and then grasping the Alpha’s hot shaft and directing it towards her wanting hole. “Honoka wants your doggy cock insider her!” she told it.

Once the Alpha felt its cock rubbing against the opening, it instantly drove its shaft inside the beautiful maiden’s asshole, causing Honoka to let out a pleasure-laden shriek, her arms and legs going rigid due to the shock. She let out deep and guttural breaths, her heart beating a mile fast, tears of joy dripping across her face, and trails of drool running over her jaw. Yet, the Alpha didn’t care how Honoka was feeling, so the wolf started pumping its lower body against Honoka’s pillowy ass, driving its cock as deep as it could, forcing its bulge into her tight orifice.

Honoka felt a unique type of madness consuming her. She was now being fucked by a wolf, by an animal!! This would get her arrested on Earth, she’d face criminal charges! She had seen many dogs through her life, but never had the thought of… mating with a dog or wolf even blinked into her mind. And now she was experiencing a completely new type of pleasure, one that was driving her insane. “Aaahhhh… Yyyessshh doggy… fuck Honoka like a bitch!!!” She begged the Alpha, even though it wouldn’t be able to understand her. Yet, her passion seemed to entice even greater fervour on the Alpha, as it fully mounted her, its front and back paws grasping onto her, and increasingly loud barks came out of its mouth.

Honoka’s fingers dug into the dirt, her legs bent back, pressing against the back of her thighs, as her pussy oozed bitch juices nonstop. “Aaahhh!!! Aaahhh!!! H-Honoka is a b-bbbyyaahhh… bitch in heat!!! Honoka wan… Aaahhhh… wants to b fu-fucked like one!!!!” Sanity escaped her as all her more primordial, more primal, more animalistic instincts gave in to the domineering presence of the Alpha wolf, fully surrendering to the submissive feelings consuming her.

Their bestial copulation almost looked like some twisted ritual, especially as the pack joined their howling to the Alpha’s barking and Honoka’s lewd moaning, as if Honoka was being initiated into the pack, her fucking by the Alpha marking her as the new Omega of the pack. And Honoka, lost in her fetishist cloud of lust, fully embraced the role she was given… and the unintended consequences that would come with it.

There were many great powers in Mareth, some had been diminished by the Demonic Takeover, others had chosen to go into hiding or exile, some had outright been destroyed. One of them however, had been imprisoned in the depths of the Forest, locked for its transgressions against its peers. This predatorial power was meant to never escape its confinement, but the gradual corruption of Mareth had weakened its prison, its power being able to faintly escape if given the opportunity and right circumstances, and the ritual-like violation of Honoka by the wolf pack was one such opportunity, the predatorial display like a calling to it.

The power sensed what was happening from the depths of its prison, it could feel the sensations and thoughts that were consuming the submissive virgin young woman, and seeing an opportunity, it extended its power, reaching into the riverside and honing on Honoka. Though she had magical defences to protect her, the predatorial power swiftly broke through them, and its power tendrils grasped into Honoka’s body and soul.

Honoka pissed herself as the pleasure she was feeling was suddenly magnified tenfold, a mad euphoria threatening to consume her. “Kkkkkyyyyaaaaa!!! W-what iiisshhh wwrroonggg!!!” The pinkette asked. “I-I-I-I’m goooo-goiinggg insshhaannee!!!!” She screamed just before an orgasmic explosion went out on her pussy and asspussy, the ecstasy she was feeling in turn fuelled the power that enveloped her, allowing it to work its magic on the helpless sexual prey. 

Honoka’s anal walls squeezed on the Alpha’s cock and the wolf let out an howl just as his discharge started leaking into her anus. “Uuuuuggghhh!!! A-A dooggyyy iisshh ccuuummmiinng iinnshhidde mmee!!” She screamed as she felt the hot cum filling her anal cavity, the morally wrong and forbidden pleasure overwhelming her sanity! And then she felt the bulge at the base of its cock start… swelling?! “W-whhatshh thaattt… Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!!” The bulge quickly became a knot inside her anus, effectively plugging her asspussy, but canine cum was still oozing into her bowels as it had no other place to go.

The Alpha then twisted and turned around, knotted cock still inside the maiden’s asshole, until its ass was pressed against hers, finishing the canine ritual of sexual mating, now merely waiting for all of its sperm to be let into its Omega mate.

As Honoka’s nails dug into her palms, her toes curled tightly, and a second bestial orgasm crashed into her, she felt a desperate need to do something she had never considered doing before…

“ARFFF!!!! ARRFFF, ARRRFFF!!!! AAAARRRRFFFFFFFF!!!!!”

She barked like the bitch she was for everything in the forest to know it. A fierce announcement of her Omega status, of her surrender and absolute submission to the male Alpha, to every male Alpha beast.

And with that, the great power fully convalesced into her, taking shape, taking form, becoming a new fetish, a bestial fetish, one that would make her submit to every bestial cock that made a move to dominate her. And its sigil took form, marking her flesh for all to see, just above the middle of her plump buttcheeks: a pink heart inside which was a black paw-mark, to which a symbol was superimposed; a lower-case crimson red Omega letter.

…

It took about an hour for the Alpha to finish its ejaculation inside Honoka, and during that time she climaxed several extra times as the Omega Mark worked its magic. The pink-haired maiden’s belly swelled with all the cum being pumped into her stomach. Honoka had barked wildly for a good time before her throat gave up, and she was now caught on an orgasmic state of exhaustion, but still able to enjoy every stimulation given by the knotted cock, up until its swelling receded, and it plopped out of her now stretched asspussy, finally allowing her raised asshole to fall to the forest floor.

Honoka was left laying on a bed of fluid-drenched soil, her sweat, her drool, her tears, her piss, her pussy juice, her maternal milk all having flowed out during the past orgasmic hour. The Omega Mark shone with an ethereal right above Honoka’s butt, her own Tramp Stamp newly stamped to her skin.

The dazed teen rested completely helpless on the forest’s soil, savouring the bestial afterglow of the past activity. Her foggy eyes could barely see anything, and it was as if as ears had been plugged, for her brain couldn’t register any sound. 

She would have remained in this state of oblivion if not for the sudden flow of hot liquid that was hitting her head. Her head moved lightly to the side from which the liquid was coming, and her glazed eyes looked upon the Alpha, its right back leg raised, his now flaccid cock pointing at her as it pissed on her!

Even in her numb state, a primal part of her was able to muster a feeling of disgust for being peed on by a wolf, and that disgust quickly became a lustful ember, as the flames of passion reignited within her pussy.

The Alpha didn’t care for whatever was going on inside Honoka’s body. It simply finished the mating ritual to its fullest, marking its property with its urine and smell. Within its social structure, it instinctively marked its possession of the human female. Honoka’s entire body quivered as a few droplets of wolf piss flowed over her lips, and into her mouth. It’s taste disgustingly aphrodisiacal.

When it had finished emptying its bladder, the Alpha looked towards its pack, all of which had borne witness to its domination, to its taking, to its ownership of Honoka, and barked at them. It then moved away from the convalescent human bitch, so that the pack could surround her, raise their paws, and shower her body with their piss, marking her as not only a belonging of the Alpha, but of the whole pack!

One final guttural explosion of disgusting pleasure went out inside her, as Honoka was drenched by bestial wolf piss, fully taking in and savouring the humiliation that she was subjected to, and cementing her status as the pack’s Omega Bitch.

…

Once they were finished with their pissing contest, the pack again made its way into the Forest, for now leaving their Omega Bitch behind, but confident of their marking of it. Honoka laid there for what must have been another hour, cum slowly oozing from her butt, before her body and mind recovered enough for the piss-drenched young woman, to stand on her knees, her eyes just looking far into the distance for a bit, before the shock of the past couple of hours came crushing down on her, and sobs threatened to wreck her body. The unnatural and humiliating experience had been so pleasurable she couldn’t even reconcile the two feelings together, she could barely accept she had acted the way she remembered acting.

She had been fucked by a wolf, and she had delighted for every moment of their copulation! And then she had found it pleasurable to be peed on by a pack of wolves!

As the growing feeling of despair threatened to overflow her mental defences, an image of Marae, the Goddess Protector of Mareth filled her vision, a remembrance of the Quests he was on, a Quest that would take her home, a Quest that would remove the taint she had been subjected to since arriving! Or so she dared hope…

Panic and despair controlled, the shaky female stood up, her nose being invaded by the acidic smell of wolf piss, and before that could lead into lewd paths, she threw herself into the water, desperately needing to cleanse herself from the dirtiness. She grabbed some thicker leaves and furiously scrubbed her skin, trying to take the taint away. She would have stayed in the river for longer, but she remembered that Zetaz and his Imps might still be looking for her, so she finished bathing sooner than she’d have liked, put on the Lusty Maiden Armour, her thigh pouch belt, her shield and sword on her back, and tied her hairband on her usual small ponytail. 

Trying hard not to think about the previous pair of hours, the maiden teen decided she was pulling an all-nighter, travelling despite the darkness in order to gain as much distance as she could from possible pursuers, and to cover as much path as possible to the Lake, where she could meet Marae again.

So decided, the virgin fighter resumed travelling across the Forest, still unaware of the Omega Mark that now marked her body.

…

Zetaz took a good drink out of the waterskin as he looked into the dark horizon. Night had fallen and they hadn’t found any traces of Honkers anywhere. Some of the patrols had yet to return but the Imp Lord had already realized they couldn’t remain in the fort. To stay here any longer would be just giving Honkers more time to get further away from them, so he had to pick a direction to search for her.

Logically, there were only two places she could have gone. Either she was hiding on the mysterious hidden city in the Desert, which had evaded their efforts of locating it for decades now, or she had gone into the Forest, and from there she would go wherever she wanted to. Going to the Plains wasn’t a very good idea, as there was almost no cover there, no place to hide.

He was considering dividing his forces in two groups, one would continue searching through the Desert, and he’d even try to bargain the Oasis Demons into helping them, and the other would go into the Forest, where a trail could be more easily found. That was the best option, but a new development was delaying him making that move.

One of the Lizard Sisters, the wild one, Deatera, had approached him when he had arrived, and told him about Camilla’s convoluted way of tracking Honkers. He had been furious that the Succubus hadn’t told him earlier, but considering how frantic everything had been after they had escaped their sand bindings, he reluctantly accepted why the slutty Succubus hadn’t said anything.

But now knowing that, it made him reluctant to leave the fort while it was night, as there was always the chance the Succubus could make contact with Honkers, and discover where she was going. On one hand he wanted to get moving as soon as possible, but it would still be a wild goose chase for the most part. On the other hand, though, there was the possibility of knowing where to go.

In the end he had decided they’d stay at the fort during the night, and if Camilla couldn’t get anything, they’d split the next day. It wasn’t perfect, but the whole situation was messy as fuck, so who gave a flying fuck at that point!

One thing was bothering him though. He didn’t like the fact the lizard sisters had thrown their muscle in with Camilla. The Succubus had previously been an annoyance, a particular loud annoyance, but one that would prove helpful. But now, if the two sisters were behind her, then she could become troublesome. His Imp Soldiers were capable, but those two were very dangerous.

The Demoness Trio could become an issue in the future.

Zetaz could feel a sense of despondence building inside him. He had had Honkers at his mercy, ready and willing to get her pussy fucked once and for all, and some demon-dammed sense of… kindness had caused him to waste time, and that had given the slut time to unscramble her fucked-up brain… His cock ached for Honkers’ pussy, and now he didn’t know if he was going to get the opportunity of taking her virginity…

As he mused over this, a lot of noise came from the fort’s entrance. Zetaz looked down and saw that Mortera and her team had arrived from their scouting patrol… and she was dragging a body behind her!

Zetaz quickly made his way down. His heart was beating wildly, as he couldn’t make up who Mortera was dragging, and if the Demon Gods were willing, it could be a knocked-out Honkers! “Out of the way you maggots, let me through!!” He ordered as he went down the fort’s stairs, but disappointment filled him as he saw that the body, while being female, had two rows of breasts, and a headful of blonde hair… though a lot of that hair was now dyed crimson.

Mortera let go of the arm she had been grabbing to drag out her prey, and took a seat to clean up her bloody scimitar. A quick inspection also showed that the Sand Witch was dead, as evidenced by the gash that pierced through her upper left breast, and she had been dead for a while Zetaz realized, for no more blood flowed from that injury, or from a number of smaller ones. He turned to the Demoness. “Care to explain why you dragged a corpse here?”

Reptilian eyes looked piercingly into his own, unblinking and unflinching. “I grabbed her sense on the southern dunes, pursued her for a while. Sand Bitch tried escaping, but eventually I caught up to her, and after I maimed her left hand…” Zetaz followed Mortera’s eyes, looking at the Witch’s left hand, which was now missing part of her fingers. “… I had a talk with her.”

The lizard-woman remained quiet after saying that, instead focusing on wiping the blood from her blade. “And?! What did you talk about?” he asked her.

“We talked about your pink-haired sweetheart of course. The Sand Bitch wasn’t cooperative at first, but I know how to be… persuasive.” The wounds on the Witch’s body were proof enough of that. “She ended up spilling the beans, or at least, the beans she knew off.” She stopped talking again and looked at his eyes again. “Honkers isn’t going to Tel’Adre, and she’s leaving the Desert, but the blue-eyed bitch there, didn’t know what direction she’s going to, or at least I wasn’t persuasive enough to get her to tell me.”

“I see…” Zetaz said, looking at his soldiers for confirmation, and getting affirmative nods from both of them. “… and why is she dead?” He coldly asked.

The Demoness’s stare steeled itself. “We were going to tie her up to bring her here, so you could interrogate her, but then she started using her magic against us, throwing hard-sand projectiles. I moved to stop her, and I did so… in a very permanent manner.” Her cold-bloodedness honoured her reptilian heritage, but Zetaz couldn’t help but to wish she hadn’t gone that far. They could have extracted more info out of her. Still, they now knew Honkers wasn’t staying around the Desert, and that was something he could work with. 

He turned around to his underlings. “You, you and you, get out there and find the patrols, tell them they are to come back to the fort before dawn! If you take too long to get here, you’re to march south into the Plains! Understand?!” The Imp Soldiers nodded in agreement, and ran out of the fort in search of their fellows. They would leave at dawn, Zetaz decided, he’d take most of his troops into the Forest, while the others would go to the Plains, as he felt the Forest was the safe bet. Camilla and the twin demonesses would accompany him, so he could be aware if the Succubus managed to reach Honkers dreams. With luck, they wouldn’t even need that, as they should find her tracks much more easily outside the Desert.

He turned to Mortera, but the Demoness was nowhere to be seen.

…

“Oh, I smell the taste of blood! Sister, did you kill someone?” Deatera asked her twin as she entered the quarters the Demoness Trio had taken in the fort.

“Yes sister, a Sand Bitch, my scimitar through her heart. Died almost instantly.” Mortera said as she sat down on some stacked old boxes. “What about our friend, has she been meditating for long?”

“Since night fell. She’s been sitting on her rune circle ever since. No sound or movement.” The wild twin pulled a curtain back, exposing the meditating Succubus. She was sitting cross-legged in the centre of a runic sphere, with some candles lit around it. Apparently, they didn’t help with the circle’s magic, but the smell helped her relax during the hours of contemplation. 

Camilla’s astral form travelled swiftly across the Dream Realm, a bizarre realm of absurdist forms, littered with light forms, each of them a dreamer, each of them a potential prey for a powerful Succubus… or a user of Runes such as Camilla. Though she had searched far and wide on the Dream Realm, where distance wasn’t measured the way it was on the real world, she had yet to find the beacon that was the rune she had inscribed on Honkers’ skin. Her wings were mightier here than anywhere else, but even them couldn’t expedite the finding of Honkers, whom after all, needed to be asleep for this method to work.

The Ivory Succubus was aware she was already outside the Desert, her projection travelling towards the Mountain in the distance, but she had yet to find Honkers’ beacon. Camilla proceeded though, deciding to survey the Mountain, before going south into the Swamp. 

She would find Honkers, find her, then finish the Curse Mark, and then see her become a brainless sex slave fully cock-dependent!

…

Honoka travelled all throughout the night, only taking small breaks to rest a bit and to eat and drink, much like the previous day, the pink-haired maiden only slept for a few hours in the mid-morning, but she had a pretty wild dream, one where she alternated between being fucked by Zetaz and a pack of wolves, and woke up feeling debilitatingly horny, enough that she anally fucked herself on the Imp Cock Dildo while fingerbanging her nipple pussies, and cummed twice before feeling able to resume travelling.

Luck was on her side though, as she met no enemies while travelling, neither Goblins nor Imps made an appearance, though she did find a glade where plant life had… taken some rather lewd shapes, those of male and female genitals. Honoka could feel the horniness growing inside her, so she left the glade before the feeling could escalate, and she found herself fucking a plant. 

As the afternoon went on, she finally encountered an enemy, a small Imp who, at the sight of her massive breasts, declared he was going to fuck her… and swiftly got knocked out by a kick to his head. His erection though, was disproportionally large for his body, and Honoka found it to be too entitizing to resist, the Curse Mark on her groin shinning bright pink, and so the virgin fighter kneeled over the knocked-out Imp and took his hard cock into her mouth, loudly slurping and licking it, her hands gently grabbing the Imp’s balls, massaging them as if wanting to stimulate cum production.

It didn’t take long for the involuntary muscles to tense up and release a load of demonic cum directly into Honoka’s stomach, the human beauty keeping a vacuum-like grip on the shaft with her mouth, so that no drop could be wasted. A feeling of euphoria filled her being as the delicious cum made its way into her stomach, and once it reached there, the teen fighter felt her body being revitalized, her hunger being satiated, tiredness evaporating, and her body feeling reinvigorated. The Cursed Mark shone brightly as its magic turned the Imp cum into a revitalizing elixir.

Honoka let go of the now flaccid cock and stood up, the trance-like feeling that had enveloped her dissipating, though she caught the sight of her shinning Curse Mark, just as the light dissipated. “Wha-what was that?” The red-eyed wonderer asked herself as she took notice on how she felt rejuvenated after consuming the Impish cum. “Could that be the Curse Mark’s effect…?” She wondered. Camilla had only mentioned she would be attracted to Demonic cocks, she had said nothing about their cum.

In that moment a part of her whispered in her mind that this was actually a good thing, there were plenty of Imps around, and by drinking their jizz she could fight-off hunger and tiredness. Maybe she wouldn’t even need to sleep if she got enough Demonic Cum! She should, in fact, actively look out for them and milk their cocks as much as she could!

That last thought was enough to snap the red-eyed beauty from her ponderings, and get her to leave the unconscious Imp alone. But she couldn’t deny it had felt delicious, and her reinvigorated body was going steadier now…

Again, Honoka travelled through the night, pushing herself to make it as close as possible to the Lake, and as luck would have it, she encountered a pair of Imps resting near a small campfire. It was easy to ambush them, and it had felt good to get the drop on the small Demons for once, as well as defeating and knocking them out, allowing the voluptuous fighter to suck all their cum out of their cocks and balls. The double dose of Imp spunk did wonders for her increasingly tired body, and she went on to travel without needing to stop until past daybreak, when finally, she was hit hard by slumber, and with no Imps in sight or within hearing, was forced to find a place to sleep at night.

Her dreams again were haunted by visions of being gangbanged by Demons, fucked mercilessly by Zetaz, and surrendering herself to a pack of dogs. Honoka woke up to the sight of her nipples dribbling milk, a drenched pussy and thong, and to boot a lot less rested than she expected, despite the sun going further into its travelling arch. She ended up drinking a full bottle of her own maternal milk, which was still something really weird to be doing in her mind, as well as eating some of the food the Sand Witches had given her… and found herself lamenting for the lack of Imp cum to consume!

Her head snapped back at the sheer shock of such a thought, and she looked down at the Curse Mark on her skin. “I need to get rid of this! Marae will be able to help me, I’m sure of it!” With hope fluttering inside her heart, Honoka resumed her travelling across the Forest, again driving herself as hard as she could, knowing she’d find safety once she returned to Marae’s Island. To her hidden chagrin, she didn’t meet any Imps during that afternoon and evening’s trip, and even as night fell, none of the annoying buggers was anywhere to be seen, forcing the increasingly tired pink-haired traveller to keep pushing herself forward without a way of reinvigorating herself.

As dawn arrived, she finally reached the limits of the Forest, and still far away she could see the Mountain (more like Mountains, if she was honest), as well as the sunlight reflecting on the water of the Lake!

She could also see the Farm in the distance, and for a while she entertained the idea of visiting there, maybe spend a night resting on a nice bed, get the chance of seeing Whitney, Phineas and Henry, and Marble (and avoid Kelt, of course), but the increasing urgency she felt won over that desire, and Honoka started jogging towards the Lake.

She slowed down eventually, her endurance feeling taxed after pushing herself hard for 3 days, her legs having started to hurt, her muscles complaining from the exertion. By the time she arrived at the lakeshore, she had to sit down to rest, she couldn’t go any further without it.

Honoka pulled her shield from her back and laid it against the rock she was sitting on, and grabbed her canteen taking several mouthfuls of water from it, thanking whoever had enchanted it for making it able to contain as much water as it did. She then grabbed some sort of pie the Sand Witches had given her, and started eating. It was filled with cheese and vegetables, which didn’t really surprise Honoka. Cheese was a dairy, so that was right the Witches’ alley. One random thought made her stop eating though: was the cheese made of their own breast milk? Because she didn’t remember seeing cows in the coven.

The sudden mental debate captures the teen’s full attention, so that she failed to notice the pile of green smile that stealthily advanced towards her. Honoka had resumed eating, and was almost finished with her pie, when suddenly she was rabbit punched from behind, throwing her to the ground and causing her to see stars. The slime took advantage of his prey’s defenceless state, and moved towards her groin, wanting to find a nice warm and wet hole to move itself in. The white leather thong however, resisted its efforts of moving it to the side, and exposing Honoka’s pussy, but it afforded no such protection for her anus.

Honoka’s mind started clearing from the trauma of the punch, the numbness that had taken over dissipating, making it so that the teen released an unexpected lewd moan as she felt that her asshole was being forcibly stretched open… and that some gelatinous substance was forcing its way into her bowels! 

“Wh-what’s going on?!!” Surprise and panic were the feelings of the hour as she turned her head backwards and saw the mass of green slime pushing inside her body! She could feel her intestines getting stuffed with it, the internal canals protruding on her flat stomach as more and more slime slid inside. Pleasure started building up in her core, even as she tried to grab the slime, pull it out from inside her, but it slid from between Honoka’s hands, just as it started invading her stomach! Panicked red eyes looked as her belly started growing a bump!

The pleasure then became way too much for the pinkette to endure, falling down on all fours and surrendering to the invading substance, letting flow into her asshole, travel through her bowels, and depositing itself into Honoka’s stomach, until the teen’s tummy looked like she was nine-months pregnant! It got even bigger than that by the time the slime had fully got inside her, fully stuffing her entire digestive system, the green stuff showing up whenever her anus pulsed open, threatening to come out like a big dump.

Honoka’s body was sweating profusely at that point, internal contractions going off as her body tried to deal with the massive stuffing of goo she had got. Her whole digestive track felt like it was on fire, a fire of passion, her pussy leaking juices nonstop. “Nnnnyyyoooo!!! W-what ishh… Ooohhhh… thhiishhh!!!” She moaned in a nearly maddened state.

Through much effort, she managed to pull herself into a sitting position, exposing her massively bloated belly, now bigger than her giant breasts… and then the slime started moving inside her stomach.

Any rationality was completely lost as maniac pleasure wrecked Honoka’s body and mind, leaving her a brainless, drooling mess that could only moan wildly while she trashed on the ground, her orgasm exploding from her pussy violently as madness tried to consume her. Guttural howls and moaning broke the, until then, peaceful lakeside as the slime consumed and absorbed everything it could find inside her digestive tract, managing to increase its size, and bloat the maddened female’s gut even further.

The brutal, yet pleasurable, torture went on for what felt like hours for Honoka, though it were only minutes, before the slime realized there was nothing else to consume within its host, and the movement stopped. The ruby-eyed maiden was left breathing out harshly as she was given those moments of respite, but before she could muster the sanity required to try to do something about it, she felt the slime moving again… this time moving in the opposite way!

A sobbing, drooling and nearly maddened Honoka couldn’t even begin to process what was happening, when her sphincter was forced wide open and slime started flowing out, as if she were being reverse fucked! “Nnnoooooohhhh-aaaaahhhh!!!! I-I-I’m sshh-shitttiiinggg sslllimmmee!!!!” She screamed, before a wide lump of slime forced her sphincter open even wider, drawing another orgasmic explosion out of the poor girl, the green goo pooling between her legs.

“AAahhhhhh!!! Aaahhhhh!!! I-I-I… ggiiivvviiiggg bbbbb… bbiirrthh fffrr… rrroooahhhh!!! Frromm mmyyy assss… assshhhhh!!!!” The last tendrils of sanity broke within her mind, and Honoka was imprisoned in a state of awake orgasmic oblivion while the slime slowly excreted itself from her body.

By the time the last tendrils of goo left Honoka’s now wide-stretched anus, the teen was an orgasmic mess, drunken on anal pleasure, just barely holding up to consciousness as she finished her would-be anal birth, twitching as small bursts of pleasure kept going off inside her body.

The sky was beginning to turn scarlet when Honoka finally recovered enough to stand up on shaky legs. The female fighter could feel how her anus was still stretched out, her sphincter dilated and yet unable to close. Humiliation was crushing Honoka’s already damaged ego, and she needed time just to compose herself enough to find the motivation to keep going on her “quest”. Tears of shame flowed from her eyes as she sat back on the rock and gave herself time to calm down.

Once her breathing had evened out, and her tears had stopped flowing, Honoka holstered her shield and started following the lakeside, looking for the boat she had left tied next to Izma’s hovel.

The sun was starting to set down by the time she found the boat, and seeing that Izma wasn’t home, she pushed the boat into the water, set the oars, and started rowing towards the island. Her body was starting to give up as she went across the lake, her arms complaining due to exertion, but she managed to get the boat to the island, secure it, and step on it. She was getting dead tired by that point, but she made her way to Marae’s tree.

As she drew close to it, she drew the Beautiful Sword from the shield’s hidden scabbard, the sword taking the form most suited for Honoka to handle. Honoka could see Marae taking form on the tree trunk, and the pinkette stopped on her tracks as she saw that darkened spots had formed on the white wood, as if it had gotten tainted. “Ah! Honoka it’s so nice to see you!” Her voice sounded the same, but the dark spots worried Honoka. “You successfully obtained the Beautiful Sword, that’s wonderful Honoka! Now you’ll have a much greater chance of success!!” The Goddess Protector of Mareth sounded genuinely excited despite her tainted appearance, and Honoka approached the Goddess, extending the Sword towards her.

Yet, Marae didn’t took it, instead waving her hand. “No, thank you Honoka, I have no need of the sword, but it shall be greatly helpful to you, and you’ll need all help you can get.”

“Speaking of that, Marae, now that I have the sword, what should I do next? Do I have to fight Lethice right away?” Honoka asked.

“Gods, no!! I wouldn’t ask you to do such a thing, it would be like leading a lamb to a slaughter!” Marae looked honestly horrified at Honoka’s suggestion. “No, first we must take steps towards reducing corruption within the land, as that will allow me to regain my power, and aid you against the Demons.” That felt like a massive relieve to the red-eyed teen, but how exactly was she going to do that?

“Marae, what can I possibly do to reduce the corruption of the land? I can’t… fight it!” She said waving the Beautiful Sword around.

The Goddess smiled in a very motherly manner at her. “Yes, you’re correct but there are a number of things you can do to reduce it.” Marae looked at the Mountain range in the distance. “Somewhere on the Mountain the Demons have a Factory, within that place they somehow manufacture fluids deeply tainted by Corruption, fluids they then dump into the Lake by way of an underground pipeline.” 

“An underground pipeline?! But how did they make such a thing??” Mareth was, to Honoka’s knowledge, a deeply medieval-like realm, and underground pipelines weren’t something she associated with that period.

“That I do not know, but they use it to poison the Lake with Corruption, and by doing it they are also slowly tainting me with it.” Honoka’s eyes grasped themselves on the black stains on Marae’s tree and body. “Yes, after all this time the effects are finally manifesting.” The green-haired Goddess said, running her hand over the faint spots.

“So, you want me to find that Factory… and shut it down?!” How would she even get around to doing that? She was no engineer.

“Yes and no, you need to do more than that, unfortunately. If you shut it down, the Demons should be able to just get it back working, so you need to find a way to destroy it, to put it out of commission for good. That way the Lake’s corruption will decrease, and my power will, in turn, grow again.” Marae declared.

Again, the pink-haired maiden had no idea how she would do that, but that would be a bridge she’d cross when she got there. “I’ll see what I can do…” She told Marae. “But what else can I do?”

Marae now looked to the sky. “Do you remember me saying how it hasn’t rained in Mareth in a decade?” Honoka nodded in agreement, also looking at the sky, and at that point Marae stole a glance at Honoka’s “upgraded” body, taking a sharp look at her now giant breasts, and wide, fertile-looking hips.

“I told you the Demons had found some way of preventing rain from falling.” She continued, her eyes looking away from the voluptuous figure. “You must find how they do this, and stop them. Rain will do a lot towards cleansing the land, wash away the Corruption with its purity. That will increase my powers, my influence over the land, even further, and as I grow in power, so shall the Demons diminish too.”

Honoka nodded again. “But you have no clue of how they do it, or where they do it, right?” 

The Fertility Goddess sighed. “Yes, you must find that knowledge on your own, though I might help, if you succeed in restoring a measure of my powers. I advise you to focus on finding and destroying the Factory first though, that should be the more efficient path, and you may even find clues regarding their blocking of the rain.” It made sense the virgin warrior thought, though she still had no idea how she was going to destroy it.

“The last thing you can do is this.” Marae made a gesture with her hand, and a tangle of roots rose from the soil, unfolding their tendrils like a flower. They were holding a small bad with… acorns inside?! Honoka couldn’t understand what that was about… but next to it laid a perfectly round and crystalline pearl that shone with pure white light! It easily captured Honoka’s attention, overshadowing the acorns.

But Marae grabbed the acorn bag. “These are Divine Oak Seeds, Honoka. Seeds grown from my tree before Corruption started taking a hold of me.” They looked like perfectly normal acorns in her opinion. “If planted, a new Divine Oak Tree will be born from them, and that tree will become a part of me, an extension of my will and being.” The pinkette’s mind quickly flew to the image of computers connected together, either by wires or by the internet. 

“Like a network then.” She mused, drawing a completely perplexed look from the Fertility Goddess.

“I’m not sure of what analogy you’re doing, but I’m sure it is correct.” She grabbed an acorn. “If you manage to plant them in places that haven’t yet been touched by Corruption, then the tree will grow powerful and pure, and that purity and might can be added to my own, strengthening me, and allowing me to fight off the Corruption.” It was an interesting concept, Honoka admitted, like some sort of magical network, where one nodule would strengthen the others.

Marae’s face then grew solemn. “And… should the worst come to pass, it will also work as a safeguard, a last resort, a way of ensuring Mareth won’t lose its protector…” What did she mean with that, Honoka wondered.

“But surely that won’t happen, for I’m sure you’ll be able to achieve our objectives, Oh great Saviour.” The Goddess smiled at her, and the teen had to admit Marae had a gorgeous smile.

So, she needed to find a Factory somewhere on the Mountains, and destroy it, try to figure out how the Demons were preventing rain from falling on the realm, and stop them, and find locations in Mareth that still remained pure so she could plant acorns!

All in all, it seemed like a really reasonable quest.

“And what about the pearl?” She asked, her curiosity spiked.

Marae grabbed the crystalline pearl. “This I created long ago, when I was at the peak of my power, and within it I poured all the purity I could muster, compressing it as much as possible until I got this, the Pure Pearl.” She held it for Honoka to touch it, and though she felt hesitant, the pink-haired maiden extended her arms, and touched the Pearl. She was immediately covered in a pleasant coolness, the polar opposite of the fiery fires of Lust and Corruption.

“It’s… refreshing!” She said, lacking a better way of describing it.

“The Pure Pearl is the single most powerful purifying item in the realm.” Marae declared. “If I were to unleash its power in the Lake, it would not only purify it completely, but also a large area around it. Purge it from all corruption.”

Honoka’s mouth fell open as Marae’s statement. “Then why don’t you use it?! It would help you regain your powers!”

“I’ve thought about it, but once I use it the Pure Pearl will be lost. And with the Factory still active, it will only be a matter of time before the Lake is once again infected with corrupted fluids.” So, it was a one-use item. How very… videogamey of it, Honoka thought to herself. 

“But when would you use it then?” She asked. Such powerful purifying magic could be a gamechanger in the battle against the Demons.

“I’m not sure, to be honest. I believe the Pearl is powerful enough it could transform a Demon back into their original state, if their soul is still in existence.” The Goddess explained.

Honoka looked puzzled at that one. “What do you mean by that, Marae? Don’t they lose their souls when they become Demons?” Honoka said, remembering what she had been told about Demons.

“They lose their souls in a way, but it’s more correct to say their soul is “removed”.” The arboreal Goddess told her. “When one is turned into a Demon, their soul manifest in a crystalline form, and is expunged from their body. That crystal is what we call Lethicite, and due to harbouring a soul, it’s a powerful source of magic.” Honoka felt herself shaking when hearing that. “The Demons all crave Lethicite, and in fact many of them will eat their own Lethicite in order to increase their power, and in doing so, they condemn themselves to an everlasting demonic existence.”

“That’s… that’s horrible.” The pinkette said, as she turned around and looked towards the horizon, gazing at the early nightly sky that crowned the Mountain in the distance. In doing so, Honoka turned her back to Marae, giving the Guardian Goddess of Mareth a good look at her plump and pillowy asscheeks… as well as the Omega Mark that now crowned her posterior. Marae was barely able to hide a gasp of shock at seeing the very familiar mark. “Becoming a Demon forever feels like a horrible existence, being a slave to their desires, and always seeking to force themselves sexually on others…” The maiden warrior had way more experience with the nature of Demons than she would have liked.

“Th-That’s true Honoka.” Marae replied, forcing the dark emotions building within her down deep. “And this is way you have the greatest and most important of tasks, o Saviour of Mareth!”

…

Honoka was currently sleeping in a bed of soft moss-covering dirt, using her bedroll as a pillow, and the Sand Witches’ robe as a blanket. The human young woman had felt herself succumbing to exhaustion shortly after her conversation with the Goddess Protector of Mareth, and Marae had offered to make her a more comfortable place to sleep, creating the moss bed at the foot of her tree.

Under the blanket Honoka was sleeping completely naked, the teen feeling safe in Marae’s Island to give herself that luxury, having even used her magical canteen to wash her cum and piss stained thong before going to sleep. Being naked in front of someone would have been mortifyingly embarrassing before she came to Mareth, but at the present time she couldn’t worry enough to care.

Silence reigned over the island while Honoka slept peacefully, but unknown to the sleeping beauty, a root tendril was moving towards her. The tendril moved towards her face, and the tip unfolded on a vibrant flower tip, and once it was fully opened, it pressed itself against Honoka’s nose and mouth, forcing the sleeping traveller to inhale its fragrant scent.

The flower remained pressed against her face for several minutes before finally retreating, being replaced by much bigger and wider root tendrils, moving like tentacles, slithering under the robes, and gently wrapping themselves around Honoka’s arms and legs. Once they were secured, the sleeping woman was lifted from the moss bed, her head hanging down, still completely asleep, until her face was standing in front of Marae’s.

The Arboreal deity then gently cradled the sleeping face, taking in her glossy skin, the cute nose, and those perfect lips. Marae kissed the sleeping Honoka, savouring her lips before her tongue invaded the pinkette’s mouth, and moved itself against hers. Marae delighted as she fully took in Honoka’s mouth, her roots pressing the sleeping teen’s body against her own, Honoka’s massive boobs squeezing against Marae’s even bigger ones.

The kiss kept going for several minutes before Marae broke liplock, Honoka remaining asleep all throughout it. “I know I shouldn’t be doing this… but I’ve been craving for so long!” Another root tendril was rubbing itself against Marae’s now wet pussy. “All alone here in this island, with no one left to worship me like the Goddess I am, like I deserve to be worshipped.” She ran her fingers over Honoka’s gorgeous face. “And you’re so very much pretty, Honoka, so exquisitely seductive, and your body has changed so much in the couple of weeks since we last saw each other.” She took in the sight of Honoka’s massive bustline, how her boobs had become impressive milk producers, her ballooned ass and wide, child-birthing, hips, but more importantly how much more fertile the otherworldly beauty had become!

Marae was herself a Goddess of Fertility, and that made it a massive turn on for the Arboreal Deity. The same root that was massaging Marae’s twat had extended further, and was also stimulating Honoka’s. There was no risk of the female fighter waking up, the flower had released a powerful narcotic vapour, which would make sure Honoka would sleep soundly for many hours. “The first time we met, I felt seduced by you, but now I can no longer hold myself back. I need you!” A root tendril rose up, its shape morphing until it looked like a penis, long and wide, twitching with the same anticipation Marae felt. It slid itself between Honoka’s milk udders, more tendrils pressing against the yielding mounds of flesh until they were tightly pressed against the root cock. It then started rubbing up and down between the giant boobs, the wonderous stimulation reaching into Marae, giving her the pleasure she so much desired.

“I need you Honoka… but that insufferable bitch got to you first!!” Marae’s voice was suddenly filled with rage, as she remembered the mark tattooed on Honoka’s lower back. “Even though she’s imprisoned, she still manages to reach out of it, and tarnish my precious Honoka with her stain!” Honoka had started gasping due to the stimulation her pussy was receiving, and taking advantage of it, the cock root slithered into her mouth, forcing Marae to let out a pleasure-filled moan.

“Oh Goddess!!! It feels so good… and it’s been so long…!!!” Marae’s pussy was now dripping golden sap, which flowed down her thighs, like a golden nectar of legend. “I wish for nothing more than to ravage you Honoka, to get you to experience pleasure unlike any you’ve ever felt before!!” The fires of Lust burned fiercely within the Goddess’s being, the taint of Corruption making them even hotter. “Ohhhh… to let you make use of your newfound fertility, and impregnate you with my divine seed!! To see your belly, grow large as life grows and is nurtured inside!! To ravage and fuck you while you’re pregnant! That ultimate pleasure!!!” The root tendril was roughly facefucking Honoka, reflecting Marae’s state of mind, until it reached its peak and cummed, releasing a load of goey sap inside Honoka’s mouth. Marae moaned wildly as she orgasmed, golden juice squirting from her pussy.

The Goddess Protector of Mareth needed a minute to recover from her exhilarating climax, but the cock root never stopped fucking Honoka’s mouth, though it was moving at a much slower pace now. As she recovered Marae’s eyes focused on a delicious looking bloated nipple, and her lips closed around the nub, suckling energetically until milk flowed from within it. Marae took plenty of greedy gulps before removing her mouth. “So delicious, so wonderfully tasty…” She ran her hands over the new tattoos Honoka had now, one just above her pussy, the other above her buttocks.

The former wasn’t something she cared about, and for some reason she found the sight of Honoka’s marked flesh to be… arousing, as if the red-eyed fighter was owned by someone. But the latter was offensive at a personal level. “She marked you; she dared claim ownership of you… and I can’t stand that!” The golden-eyed Goddess growled, yet she couldn’t remove it, only that thrice-dammed hussy could do it.

But she could leave her mark too.

Marae focused her powers, magic building within the palms of her hands until they shone with ethereal light. She then pressed them against Honoka’s groin, against the skin, flesh and bone covering her womb and ovaries, and she released it, overflowing Honoka’s reproductive system. “I grant you my blessing, a Blessing of Greater Fertility, and your womb will make you Mother to Legions!” And new shapes formed around the Omega Mark, a pair of pink Angel Wings flanking the mark on both sides, and a Lotus Flower, also pink, crowning it. “And I’ve now marked you as my own, with my sigil.” She again cradled Honoka’s face, the cock root retreating from inside her mouth, and the horny Goddess passionately kissed Honoka once more, tasting the sweet taste of sap in her mouth.

“Honoka, I can’t tell you how much I wish to fill your pussy with my seed, to impregnate you with my divine offspring.” Her hand ran over the already wet and dripping pussy. “But I shall not take that from you, you’ll one day ask me allow you to carry my child, and I’ll wait until then.” She kissed Honoka again, and another cock root, this one considerably thicker than the first one, positioned itself against Honoka’s asspussy.

“That however, doesn’t mean I can’t fuck you in other ways.” The cock root impaled itself inside Honoka’s anus, making the slumbering beauty let out an unconscious moan, starting to move while Marae started licking and kissing the pinkette’s pussy.

It would be a long night, but one utterly wonderful, Marae knew.



And look at that, for the first time in two years, I manage to get out two chapters in less than a week's time between them!

Hopefully you've enjoyed this one, as not only it has some significant events happening to Honoka, but it also showed what the next steps of her quest will be. I hope you all feel excited about them.

Feel free to leave a comment, I always reply to them as discussion can be pretty satisfying.

Have a nice day.


