"So, where to now?"
Standing clean and dry, I turned, asking my horny, self-proclaimed 'wife.'
Eva spread her wings lazily, tossing back her damp black hair and shaking off water like a cat.
"Whhhaaaaat about somewhere nicer?" she whined, a finger poking her cheek. "With nice beds and nice rooms and maybe a nice, wonderful pounding. I need some good sex, Aza~!"
"STOP!" I groaned, rubbing the bridge of my nose to fend off a headache. "If you don't shut up, I'm going to devour you alive, you little bitch."
"AWESOOOME!!!" Eva's ears and tail sprang up as she clasped her hands.
"..."
There was no point. She is so fucking annoying. And I need to choose my words carefully around her from now on, because she will probably take everything literally.
"There is only one place we could head to," she said suddenly. Her tone now changed seriously as she turned, staring at the red horizon. "There is a town north of here."
"Come, we'll need about eight to ten hours of flying to get to it," she said as her wings snapped. "Let's get going, Aza~."
Sighing, I decided to play along. Spreading my wings, I launched into the sky, flapping. Umbra was safely hidden in my shadow, resting after his big feat.
A few seconds later, Eva caught up, flying close to me.
"There you are," she laughed as she stretched her hand. "And yes, your succubus flight suuuccccks ass... Oh, don't get me wrong, your ass is wonderful, one of the best."
"Eh!" I shot her a glare mid-flight, wings straining against the hot winds. "Keep talking and I'll clip your wings, bitch. See how funny you are when you drop like a rock."
She stuck her tongue out at me, giggling again.
"Mmm, I'd survive. Land on my ass and bounce. Or better yet, land on something long, thick, and bounce some more. We haven't bounced much lately, wife. Haven't you missed it? My nice succubus cock, up your cute, little pussy?"
"!!!" I nearly choked mid-air, my wings faltering for half a beat. "By the hell, Eva—do you ever shut the fuck up?"
"Nope." She grinned like a demon who'd just been handed a feast. "Especially when we are so clearly thinking about the same thing. You know you want it. Tell me what you want, Aza. Maybe if you say it loud enough, I'll bend you over and pound you harder than you can handle."
"I WILL DEVOUR YOU ALIVE!!!!" I roared at her with my best killing intention, trying to fly faster, leaving her behind. However, she had no problem catching up with me; after all, she was a natural-born succubus, unlike me.
"Ohhh, angry Aza is so sexy~. Look at that glare. Look at those fangs. All you need is my fat cock shoved down your throat, and you'd be perfect."
"Fuck," I groaned, dragging a hand down my face as I flew. "If you weren't useful, I'd have tossed you into a pit by now."
"Useful and sexy. Don't forget sexy." She winked, then twisted mid-air in a show-off spin, flying backward just to smirk at me. "Besides, you'd be lonely without me. Admit it, wife. You like me."
"I like silence."
"Liar," she sang, sticking her tongue out again.
"..." Deciding to keep my sanity, I ignored the little gremlin and focused on flying.
The horizon rumbled with distant thunder—or maybe screams carried on the wind. Either way, it promised nothing good. This is hell after all, THE HELL!
The red sky stretched on forever, bleeding into darker shades the higher I flew. The barren wasteland below was nothing but cracked earth, rivers of fire cutting through it like glowing scars, all converging on the mountains far in the distance—smoke-stained peaks rising high as if to grab for the red moon overhead.
I even wondered how I managed to find that small water pool and how the hell the water managed to survive in the first place. Everything I saw until now was dead, burning, or twisted into something that shouldn't exist. That pool had been an anomaly—a cruel joke, maybe. A single drop of purity thrown into this ocean of rot just to mock me.
Eva clearly didn't share my mood. She flew circles around me like some overexcited bat, humming and giggling as if the landscape wasn't screaming damnation with every gust of wind. Her tail flicked across my arm, and she smirked when I glared.
"Don't look so gloomy, wife. You've got me, and soon you'll have a bed. What more could you want?"
"Peace. Quiet. Silence."
"Haa!" She gasped, clutching her chest in mock horror. "Without my voice, you'd be lost. Lonely. Sad."
"I'd rather talk to the rocks than your horny ass."
"Hehehe." Eva only laughed, wings snapping as she darted ahead, then back, then upside down just to taunt me. "The rocks can't fuck you, Aza. I can."
I refused to rise to her bait this time and tried to focus on flying, sadly, that proved to be more and more difficult the more we passed.
No matter how hard I tried to ignore Eva, she simply kept tormenting my mind and tempting my body. She's really a wonderful succubus, if only her horny mind and perverted nature weren't fucking driving me nuts!
For a whole damn six hours, Eva never shut up. Not once. She hummed, moaned, teased, and even narrated fantasies out loud in graphic detail—half of which were about bending me over mid-air and the other half about making a fuck-nest for us in town. She dove under me, soared over me, brushed her tail across my legs, and even had the gall to lick the sweat off my neck before darting away laughing.
By the time the seventh hour rolled around, I was ready to gouge my own ears out just to get some silence. My wings burned, every muscle in my back screaming, and even the wind against my sweat-soaked body sent shivers through me.
All because the damn pervert kept egging my libido on.
This was definitely one of her horny plans, and I hate to say it was working.
"This way, Aza, I need to pick up a few things," she suddenly said, pointing at a large rock formation that definitely looked like a penis and balls. She began flying toward it. I followed behind her, tired and pissed.
Of course, she'd pick that rock. Out of all the twisted spires, broken cliffs, and rivers of fire, she had to drag me toward something shaped like a giant cock. Typical.
"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered, glaring at her back as she swooped down like a happy little bat.
"What?" Eva glanced over her shoulder, a grin stretching ear to ear. "Don't tell me you don't see it. Look at it, wife. It's glorious. The hellscape itself wants us to fuck. That's fate."
"Fate my ass." My claws flexed as I dove after her. "If this is your excuse to get me under you again, I'll shove that rock up your tailhole."
"Mmm, kinky~" she purred, licking her lips as she landed on the top of the formation. The heat shimmered around her as she spread her wings, arms raised dramatically like some perverted priestess. "Behold! The altar of our love!"
"Sigh." I facepalmed mid-flight. "I hate you."
"Nooo, you don't," she teased, crouching down with her tail wagging like a demon dog. "Now, come here and help me dig."
"Dig?" I narrowed my eyes, landing hard on the scorched stone beside her. "Eva, if this is another one of your horny schemes, I swear to all the hells—"
"Mmh." She shushed me with a claw pressed to my lips, smirking. "Don't ruin the surprise, wife. Just dig."
"You dig." I swatted her hand away, growling.
"Haa!" Eva pouted dramatically, ears drooping like some abused puppy. "But my claws might chip… and you know I like to keep them sharp for scratching you."
My glare must've told her I wasn't amused, because she huffed and crouched low, tearing into the cracked stone with surprising speed. Sparks flew with each swipe, chunks of obsidian shattering under her strength. She licked her lips as though the labor itself was turning her on.
"Unbelievable," I muttered, crouching to help if only to speed this nonsense along.
The air shifted the deeper we clawed. A foul stench spilled out from the cracks—brimstone, rot, and something sharper, like iron left to rust in meat. My wings twitched in unease as Eva gave a triumphant laugh, tearing away one last slab of stone.
"There!" she sang, reaching into the pit. Her claws scraped metal, and with a grunt, she dragged something out: a small wooden chest, damp and splintered, but intact.
"Sigh." She let out a sigh of relief, resting a palm on her forehead. "Good, still here."
I waited in silence, watching her as she opened the chest. Her tail began wagging excitedly when she got what was inside out.
"Hehehe, finally," she laughed with clear happiness.
Inside were hundreds of small cores, monster cores from different creatures, shining like glowing rainbow balls. I immediately understood what these cores were for.
Currency.
In my old world, demons too used monster cores as a source of currency. And here it was, the same, it seemed.
Eva swiftly began searching through them. And in the next moment, she pulled out something that truly made my heart kick in my chest—or my fist into her guts.
"Seriously?!" I shouted at her.
It was a black buttplug with a red crystal orb on top.
"Yup." Eva held it proudly, her tail wagging like she'd just found a lost kitten instead of the most humiliating object imaginable.
"Eva. I swear, if you flew me seven hours across this wasteland, made me dig through brimstone and rot, just to fish out your sex toy—"
"Correction," she interrupted, wiggling it in front of my face.
"Our sex toy. This baby is magical, and we can change the size and shape to suit our taste." She smiled, licking her lips. "And I think your cute little puckered hole would love this in you. Doesn't that make you horny, wife~?"
"Do. Not. Fucking. Test. Me."