Ariella lay flat on the table while Amelia helped Tolmyr bring out an oversized bloody telescope he claimed would be able to examine her better than 'shoddy eyes.'
"Do you carry a bloody arsenal everywhere you walk?" Amelia hoisted the thing up and increased her density so she could easily hold it in place.
"Yes," He said and peered into the sights. He started scribbling something down in a journal as he looked her over.
Amelia frowned as five minutes went by before he finally finished and sat down at his desk. "And you tried to use the holy water to try to cleanse yourself?"
"I did," Ariella responded.
"Well," he cleared his throat, "It's up to God's design, if the divine sorcery granted to us by grace can cleanse you or if He himself must deal with it. Ultimately, it's up to Him."
She sat up and rubbed her hands together, "I'm ready to work, Master Carbyne."
"Also, if it was not obvious. Do not fraternise with this creature, I do not know what would happen if she were to get pregnant and give birth to a hybrid human, demon and Nullshade." Tolmyr adjusted his glasses, "I don't want to have to cease the function of your body parts out of distrust."
"Yes, yes, I understand." Amelia said, "As for my upgrades?"
"In the works, I am going to speed up our timeline with the escalation of events. Our target is now Ephem. Hunt that trollop down and take a chunk of her flesh. Further instructions will be provided upon completion. Also, that fairy came to visit, a job well done. The King may even grace you with his presence."
She rolled her eyes, "Find me some pretty boys to stick it into, that's my payment."
Tolmyr stuffed a pipe with black herbs, lit up and shook his head, "You're asking for too much, take some time to grieve your losses, outsider."
Amelia tightened her fist around the handle of her lance, "Mister Tolmyr, I feel that if I stop now, I'll fall off a cliff."
"Coriowings throw their young out of the nest so they learn to fly, so throw your flamboyant self." He gestured for her to leave, "Take breaks during this dungeon, do not have vaginal sex with that creature. Begone, you degenerates."
Amelia turned to leave, "Why did you choose me, Mister Tolmyr?"
He waved her away, "The first Nullshade summoning dubbed Carbyne was a random selection. The spell chose you, not us. King Dace believes you were selected for a reason. Do you know why our religion is not a requirement of the Salem Confederacy?"
She shrugged, "I'm bloody grateful it isn't, but go on."
"When it was briefly mandated by the Cathedron, divinity lost its edge against demonkind, loss after loss, the village you renewed at... what was the name...?" He snapped his fingers, "Vallun, that was once a city that was lost to the mandated worship."
So it's like The Force from Star Wars? Both Jedi and Sith twist it, and it will throw an Anakin to right it? "In a sense, you can't bludgeon it into people without backfire?"
"Precisely, child," Tolmyr said proudly, "I am glad you were summoned. If you would stop thinking primarily with your genitalia, you would be a fine warrior of Nullshade."
"Can't promise you that with all the fun I'm having." She shrugged, "But I do understand..." she said sombrely, "Anything else on Esther?"
"Get to work, chop chop, demons need slaughtering." He ushered her out and handed her a smoking pipe, "Keep your mind off the sex."
The entrance to Chel Dungeon yawned like the gob of a starving monster with thin rocks towering high as buildings, like filed basal teeth poking out of the ground. Amelia imagined that on one of her lovely days, and perhaps today, it would wake up, snap its jaws and consume half the city with her inside to be digested, then respawn. She lit her pipe stuffed with this world's mockup of tobacco and thought back to Todd briefly before she remembered to keep hold of Ariella... not that the half-demon would protest or even misbehave. She enjoyed the taste of dead herbs and an odd taste that reminded her of a well-made brandy and rum Christmas cake she'd have to make herself in this place until she heard a faint hiss from the cave entrance.
Calcified growths on the roof of the thing's mouth hung like her second row of teeth that constantly regrew. Water dripped onto the ground in silence onto pale veins of crimson and blue that led inside. When they got closer, she realised it was blood that constantly flowed inside; the soldiers around were on alert as if they expected trouble, unlike with Dorcus, where they were, by and large, relaxed until the ephesh attacks.
No wind emerged from the bloody cave, but the faint hiss raked her thoughts aside to quicken her heartbeat at the task ahead. The fact is, there were still those knights who blew up the cave, if they were alive, which everyone had written them off as dead with the emergence of Baal - She could rescue them. She took another drag on the pipe with the same feel of heavy booze well-aged.
What the fuck did Tolmyr shove in this? She offered some to Ariella, but the demonness outright refused. "Well, that says a lot about me, eh?"
She shook her head.
"You can speak freely." Amelia took another long breath of the smoke.
Soldiers gave Amelia nods and sneers at Ariella, the demon accepted it with closed eyes and followed wordlessly into the yawning entrance of the dungeon's maw. The two descended into the shadows of the entrance's throat, where water and blood had mixed into a thin layer over the ground. The stench of rot, iron and the acrid scent that scraped her throat, demonic activity.
Ten paces in, the light from the entrance was snuffed out in an oppressive smog that rushed straight for their nostrils. Ariella beat her wings violently, slowing the cloud while Amelia loosed a ball of fire and cursed when she remembered Gunnar had no control outside of shooting the bloody things. About fifty metres, it hit a wall and exploded twice. She dislocated her jaw and consumed the smog. Covered her mouth when she coughed up tendrils and remnants of it. The smog itself only provided basic sustenance and set her mana regeneration to work.
Mana 85% -> 90%
"Ariella?"
"I have never seen that before." She whispered, "I'm sorry."
Amelia grunted, "Let's go further in, lead me to the first nest of demons."
"First we'll have to clear the goblins, she has been modifying them to all be..." she said, wrinkling her nose, "To smell like you with a man's musk and a woman's."
"Goblin women with penises?"
"Yes."
Amelia wanted to laugh hysterically at the ridiculousness of it. "How long has this nonsense existed?"
"Many humans are not aware, but demons do not keep strictly to sex; they modify themselves for pleasure excessively. Strangely, this knowledge is not common among you." Ariella orated, "Which is why I wanted you to..." She shrugged, "I hoped for human children to end my cursed line who could become more human with each generation."
Amelia shook her head, "Don't remind me." She shoved the icy fingers of memory in her mind away. She just had to finish the job; once she was done here, she could go see her again. So long as she shouted, ranted, screamed, hit her or something, that would be enough for her. Just please don't ignore me, Esther—
"Here." Ariella offered her forearm, "You need blood to maintain the spell and to keep your strength up."
"I can drink it from them once we kill them." Amelia placed her hand on the cuffs for them to reform back to chains and stowed them in her bag, "You're important and a final resort. I need you strong."
"There's only one way we gain strength. We should do it now while it's quiet." She sank to her knees and opened her mouth.
Amelia lit the pipe again as the realisation crystallised in Ariella's form and she dropped her armoured skirt and took out her penis, which was still in its enlarged state for dealing with those whores from... she cleared her throat, "Is it too—"
Ariella shuffled forward and took her cock down to the base with a gleeful look in her eyes. The demonness' desaturated flesh gained a hint of human colour once Amelia felt precum leak out from the bitch's efforts. Ariella placed her hand on Amelia's own and guided them to her head. She fluttered her eyes up at her. Amelia forced her down on her cock then started fucking her throat.
"We have a lot in common," Amelia said between thrusts and pulled her cock out of Ari's mouth.
"We do?" She started licking and kissing the tip.
"Yes," Amelia forced the woman to swallow all eleven veiny inches again.
No gag reflex, and she stretched her full lips around Ammy's fat cock when she went down and even had a bulge in her throat. God, the doujins I've read are real right now... She held Ari in place as she trusted deep in her throat. Dribble ran down her chin as she submissively shut her eyes and accepted the work for her reward gracefully.
"Yes," Ammy whispered, "Fuck yes." as she threw her head back and squeezed Ari's head when she felt herself getting close. The masculine thoughts again, filling this woman's belly so she wouldn't have to eat for the rest of the day. The temptation to give herself another couple of inches for this bitch to deal with— fuck it, give me three more inches.
Ari's eyes opened in shock at the growth, and Nullshade had already added the girth, which made her gag, but her hands stayed at her sides, and she leaned all the way into taking more dick.
Amelia's dick flexed and throbbed when the first thick load erupted from her dick straight down Ari's throat and into her waiting stomach. Then another and another as the woman gulped, choked and gagged but didn't pull her head back, even if she could. Ammy-Mel was enjoying herself too much in the woman's mouth and throat to give a shit. In fact, she hoped this woman could be transformed into a human. Having her in the harem would be a great way to educate some femboys on how to take dick.
She pulled out of the bitch's mouth while looking around in case anything else came to attack them in the dungeon and decided to have Nullshade refill her balls a bit so she could wank off with the tip of her massive cock on her tongue so she could watch her swallow. And a bit on the face, the satisfaction at marking her territory on a woman's face... she'd have to do it to Gunnar.
Amelia took a long breath of satisfaction while Ariella licked her dick and balls clean like a good slut and felt the clarity of what she was running away from set in like a sledgehammer to her skull.
"Hurry up," she mumbled, "We need to get moving."
"Anytime you need me, I'm here." Ariella said, "Even if it's a bit early, I want to earn my keep."
"Mhm." Amelia gave her a dick slap, which made her giggle before she started dressing up.
What kind of person fucks like this after seeing... Am I a freak? She started walking ahead with Ariella close behind. Or is this what post-nut clarity is? God, I should just fuck her already... She punched the cave wall nearby and kept moving. Ariella didn't even flinch and just followed with a small smirk across her plump lips.
"Anytime I want?" she asked quietly as they came to a fork in the cavern.
"Even if I'm not in the mood, my body will be." She said.
"Shut up." Amelia resisted the urge to punch the wall, "Never say that again."
"Sorry, mistress."