Chapter 23: Futa Demon! Naughty Submission Brings Delight

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Lade Volkov
I did not like this one bit. Narinda Fortress had been attacked. As we came closer, I could see what Kali was pointing out. The elf’s sharp vision let her see that no one stood on the battlements of the stone castle. It was a squat thing. Ugly, even. A tower thrust out of the middle of a box of walls built at the top of a hill. A ditch was dug around the base with a narrow bridge across it. Smoke billowed thick from one side.

Though it was made of stone, something was burning inside.

“Is the enemy still here?” I asked. The sun was setting fast, gleaming in my left eye. “Can you tell, Kali?”

“No,” she said. “But I don’t think it’s been long since the attack.”

“What attacked it?” Virginia asked.

Kali shook her head. “I can’t tell. Something that struck before the defenders were aware. The gate’s still open. I can see bodies in the doorway.”

“Should we just go around it?” Brígida asked. “If there’s an enemy in there...”

“But what if there are survivors that need aid,” Aria asked. “Lady Virginia, we must be a beacon of hope for this world. That is why we are here.”

“Dangerous,” I said. “I’m for going around.”

“We need the supplies in there,” Saffron said. “Aria, how much food do we got.”

“We’ll run out tomorrow,” Aria said. “With rationing, we could stretch it out a few more days. But our purpose for entering must be to render aid.”

“Of course, of course,” Saffron said. “Sounds like a scouting mission. I got it covered.”

“Really?” Virginia said. Our queen did not sound happy. “Why does it always have to be you.”

“Because Lada’s boobs make too much noise,” Saffron said with a flippant answer.

“I’m wearing armor,” I muttered. “They’re not smacking together, are they?”

“You really don’t get just how much they jiggle in the bronzewood,” Saffron said. “Right, Kali.”

The elf gave a helpless shrug. “But not as noticeable as Avice’s boobs which are swinging unencumbered. Or Willow’s.”

“I do not want to go in there,” Willow said. “It smells of death.”

“And it’s worrying that this fortress, lying on the path we take to the Ooze Spring, has been attacked,” said Ocean from the back. “Does the Demon Lord know what Virginia has to do?”

“Everyone knows,” Kali said.

“Great,” muttered Addy. The witch—she insisted on being called a futa-witch—hugged herself, her round boobs jiggling. Her glasses shifted on her nose. “Just great.”

“That’s why we have you wizardry types,” I said. “And my girls’ swords. We’re going to fight against whatever evil is after Queen Virginia. Saffron, I think you have to go scout.”

“Don’t I get a say in it?” asked Her Majesty. Virginia pulled away from Willow and marched past Avice and Addy to stand before me and Saffron. “I’m the heroine. I’m in charge. You’re all my harem.”

“You don’t get a say when it comes to keeping you safe,” I told her. I cupped her face. I did love her so much. Her beautiful, blue eyes stared at me with shock. Her lips quivered with outrage. I stroked her fair cheek, brushing back an errant strand of golden curls. “Sorry. You would put yourself in needless danger to keep us safe, but that’s our job. To take risks for you.”

“That’s not fair,” Virginia gasped. “I’m the one who has to save the world.”

“And we’re here to keep you alive to do it.” I looked around at the girls. The cute priestesses, the nerdy mages, and my sexy cheerleaders. “Your harem is here to protect you so you can save everyone else. So let us do our jobs.” I smiled at her. “Okay.”

“I just...” She glanced past me to Saffron.

“I get it,” I said, not hurt. “You love your twin more than the rest of us. It only makes sense. You two have been together since conception. But she’s good. She whooped that dark elf skank’s ass.”

“And fucked her ass,” Saffron chimed in.

“So she’s going to scout. Let us know what we’re getting ourselves into.” A big smile spread on my lips. “And you’re going to stay right here, safe and sound, with all your sexy futas around you loving you.”

“We’re not going to have sex here!” Virginia gasped.

“There’s more than one way to love you, perv,” I said, rolling my eyes. I leaned in and kissed her. A gentle kiss, tasting the sweetness of my queen’s lips. I closed my eyes for a moment, wishing I wasn’t in the bronzewood breastplate so our boobs could press tight. “You just sit tight and let Saffron work her magic.”

“Mad skillz,” Virginia muttered.

“That’s right, sis,” Saffron said. The black-haired girl sauntered past me and cupped her twin’s face. “So you just sit tight and think about all the ways you can make me cum. Be creative, too.”

“You’re such a brat,” Virginia said and grabbed her twin’s ass. “You better come back, or I’ll march in there and, after I’ve saved you, I’ll spank your ass so red, you won’t sit for a month.”

“Ooh, that sounds fun.” Saffron kissed Virginia before she could say anything.

I couldn’t help smile at the sister’s incestuous love for each other. And I wasn’t the only one. Aria looked like she would melt away with gushing delight and Brígida had a big grin. Other girls were smiling or giggling or looking on with longing. Janette smacked her lips as if she was kissing Virginia, too, her hand thrust between leather straps to stroke her cock.

“Knock that off, Janette,” I snapped. “You want a sword to polish, it’s hanging at your waist.”

She ripped her hands out and blushed. “Sorry, Captain. Just got excited. Aria’s cute rump pointed at me.”

Aria wiggled her ass, something she never would have done in the old days. Things were changing, weren’t they? I smiled in delight, so glad that they were. Then I realized that Saffron and Virginia were still kissing.

“Uh, Your Majesty, you have to let your twin sister go and scout,” I purred. “You can’t just French her all day long.”

Virginia broke the kiss and blushed as guiltily as Janette did. “Sorry, I got carried away.”

Saffron giggled as she pulled away from her sister’s embrace. The thief, her bandoleer of throwing knives shifting between her small breasts, darted towards the castle. My stomach clenched. I gripped my sword, wondering what had attacked the place.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Saffron Homewood
Boy, my dick was hard after Virginia’s kiss. My twin sister knew how to make a girl tremble with delight. My pussy was positively juicy from it. I hummed my delight as I headed down the road to the castle. I neared the ditch and crouched. There was no cover.

But no one was on the battlements. Not alive, anyway.

In the shadows of the gate, I could see guards dead in the center. Futas that had been killed. There was blood on their necks, but I wasn’t sure what the weapons were. I had to be careful about this. I had to move with caution.

I slid into the ditch. It had steep, crumbly walls, and the bottom was covered in debris made of large broken rocks that shifted beneath me. Once across, it was hard to scramble out on the other side. The bedrock was made of something brittle. But I managed.

I reached the wall. It probably had some fancy French name like ... le wall. I didn’t know what wall was in French. So sue me. I glanced up at it and blinked. The battlements thrust out over the wall, and there were holes in it that let the defenders peer down. Maybe attack at people at the base of the walls.

Could I squeeze through whatever those holes were called? Some grandiose French name that sounded fancy, but really meant something like poop hole or guard hole or something boring. Why was I thinking about the French so much?

That kiss...

Virginia knew how to use her tongue. My futa-dick throbbed in my pussy.

No, no, focus, Saffron. You have a super dangerous mission. I shifted my backpack with my bondage gear in it—I would be ready for another encounter with the dark futa-elf skank-bitch-whore-assassin. Oh, yes, I would be ready for her tight ass.

The stones were all unevenly sized and held together by mortar. It gave me enough grip for me to climb. It wasn’t an easy climb. No scampering up it like a squirrel rushing up the side of a tree. Boy, I would make a cute squirrel. With a bushy tail attached to a butt plug...

I had to stop distracting myself. I kept climbing, staring up at the hole. I had to focus my senses. Whatever attacked the fortress could still be lurking about. I had to be ready to kick ass and take names. This was a frightening prospect, but I would rise to the occasion and overcome it. I kept climbing and climbing.

I reached the hole. It was just big enough for me to fit through. I just had to take off my backpack. I don’t advise doing that if you’re clinging to a stone wall with barely anything to grip onto. For a moment, I was quite terrified.

But I was Saffron Homewood, the most amazing futa-thief who has ever lived. I had the mad skillz to slip off my pack and shove it through the hole. I followed, squirming my naked body through. Once more, having small tits paid off. Poor Lada would be stuck.

I climbed out and found a gruesome sight. The walls were scorched. Fire had burned along it, including some of the helpless defenders. I didn’t want to look at them nor breathe in deeply. A charred scent filled the air. Fire blazed below, an outbuilding separated from the main keep that was burning down to coals. More dead lay scattered about the courtyard.

I didn’t want to look at them too carefully. They were burned. The fire worried me. Had a dragon attacked the fortress? God, were there dragons in this world? I bet there were. That was terrifying. Things were definitely different now. I had to be on my toes, or I would be in big trouble.

I moved toward the stairs that led down into the courtyard. A large clatter burst from the burning building. Sparks flared as half of it collapsed. It spilled blazing debris out from it. Soot rained down around me. I shook my head, drawing my dagger.

I wanted to be ready to defend myself.

I reached the first floor and found more dead soldiers here. They were all women. Futas, I supposed, in low-cut breastplates and skits of chainmail. They had wounds to their necks. All of them. I frowned as I stared at those. My head cocked to the side. I looked at my throwing dagger and then the wounds.

They were the same size.

Worse, the bodies were clustered in threes. I darted for the corner, my eyes scanning for any sign of that dark elf bitch. She had been here. She had gotten out here ahead of us. Instead of trying to find us in the woods, she had created a place to ambush us.

My heart pounded. Cold exhilaration shot through me. I felt so alive even as the terror twisted about my guts. I just had to focus. I couldn’t let her get to me. I knew she was around here somewhere. I would have to smoke the bitch out.

Where would I be waiting to ambush me?

The top of the central tower.

No, no, a window. Peering out from the shadows. Not at the top floor, but close. I’d want to keep an eye on the main gate and the courtyard. She would have already seen me. There was no doubt about that. But if I could get to the tower from a spot she didn’t anticipate...

It was time to be a sneaky bitch.

I used all my skills of stealth and detection. My heartbeat slowed. I heard more and more of the world I sensed eyes on me. I had to break that. I moved behind another outbuilding. Line of sight broken. I felt unobserved. Safe.

I pressed into the wall and moved through the shadows. I crouched down, creeping to the edge. There was an open spot, but the night was falling. The shadows were thick and long. I had to blend in with them.

I almost wrapped myself up with the shadows. It was almost like a sort of magic. A way of cloaking myself and bringing my cover with me. I crawled out from the outbuilding, moving slow on my belly. I could feel the eyes searching for me. Moving over me.

This was working. The eyes weren’t focusing on me. Inch by inch, I worked myself to the tower. This time, that dark elf assassin-bitch-cunt-whore wouldn’t escape. I would make her crawl out to my twin and her harem with my dick in her ass.

I passed another body, almost to the tower. Just a little bit more. I reached out one hand at a time, grabbing cobblestones to help pull my body along. My nipples rasped over the flagstones. I ignored the terrible scents. I just focused on my mission. On—

A mighty, furious roar burst through the night. “WHERE ARE YOU!”

I froze. That wasn’t Surexila at all.

Brígida Vasquez
“It’s been nearly a half-hour since she went over the wall,” Virginia said. “We should go in there. Make sure she’s not hurt or captured.”

“Maybe,” Lada said, pacing. “Kali?”

“I’ve heard no screams or shouts,” Kali said. “I think your twin sister is still alive, Lady Virginia.”

“You think so?” Virginia asked, her face twisted in concern. Her blonde hair fell about her features. Golden light played along one side, catching the final rays of day.

“Yeah,” Kali said. “I have not heard—”

“WHERE ARE YOU!” roared through the night. A deep and scaly voice. “WHERE DID YOU GO, BITCH!”

Fire exploded from the top of the tower. Stones burst out and something exploded out of the rush. A creature soared through the sky on wings. More fire belched from it before it vanished out of sight behind the wall.

“No!” Virginia screamed.

”¡Mierda!” I squeaked in shock, clutching at my chest. “What was that.”

“A Mistress of the Pit,” Kali groaned. “A demon. One of the Demon Lord’s minions. This is bad. She must have been summoned here by dark priestesses.”

“That thing’s looking for Saffron,” Virginia shouted.

“How do we kill it?” Brígida asked.

“Holy damage and water magic,” Kali answered. “Weapons will be useless against her.”

“Then let’s go, mages,” I shouted.

“And witches,” Addy added, pushing up her glasses.

I shout the black-haired futa an annoyed look. “We have a pit fiend to kill. We use Tidal Wave to batter it. Addy, I want you to use Gather Water and form a pool that we can then use Flood Water to guide. Felipa and Iseul, I want you two to use Conjure Wind to knock the pit fined out of the sky. Joann, you’re on Snuff Fire duty. If she breathes at us, you put it out.”

“Roger,” Joann shouted.

“Let’s go,” I cried and ran for the keep. My black hair streamed out behind me. I locked the words to Tidal Wave in my mind. Eenaap Enaalid would be the key, but only if we could get her out of the sky.

“Save her!” screamed Virginia behind us as we charged towards the castle. Saffron would have to hold out for a few minutes. None of us were on the Track and Field team. We all spent too much time watching Anime. But it had prepared us. Readied us.

It was time for Virginia’s futa-mage cadre to kick some ass on the Demon Lord’s servant!

Saffron Homewood

Debris rained across the courtyard. I lay flat on my belly as a winged woman with ruddy skin burst from the tower. The eyes I had felt. Fire burst from her mouth as she dived on wings like a dragon. She had black hair and the air rippled with warmth.

Some sort of devil woman attacked. Fire spilled across the cobblestones. Heat rippled in the air. Stones glowed cherry red. I swallowed. She would roast me alive. She banked over and then breathed on the building I had hidden behind.

It went up like a California forest. In seconds, it was burning bright and hot. The devil woman banked around and then hovered in the air. She breathed heavily, large breasts rising and falling. She snapped her gaze around.

“It’s Saffron, isn’t it,” the devil woman hissed. “Surexila told me all about you. I get to own your soul. How does that sound?”

I didn’t answer. I was still hidden. She wasn’t able to see me.

“You’ll spend every day chained to my throne. You’ll wear a collar made of molten iron, so it will burn you and keep you in perpetual agony until—”

“Wait, if it’s made of molten iron, how does it keep its shape and not just pour over me?” I asked, unable to stop myself. It was so stupid.

Especially when she whipped her gaze in my general direction. She drew in a breath. I almost moved until I saw where she was aiming. Flames blasted the stones ten feet away. The heat washed over me. I closed my eyes against the blaze.

“You dare mock me, futa?” the pit fiend roared. “You think I am a fool. That I do not know how molten iron works?”

“You’re the idiot who thinks she can fashion a collar out of molten iron!” I shouted and popped up. My throwing dagger flew out and struck her right between the tits.

And bounced off.

I gaped as my blade hit the ground with a clatter. I swallowed as the devil lady laughed. She descended and picked it up. She stared right at me. I was no longer hiding. The fear I felt before became terror. I needed to run.

“Such an insolent futa,” the devil lady purred. She held my bronzewood throwing knife. It smoked and then burst into flames. It might be hard as metal, but it was still wood. She flung the blazing blade at me.

I dodged to the right, rolled, and came up in a crouch. She advanced on me, her black tongue licking sharp, bronze teeth. She rubbed at her belly, staring at me with such lust in her cruel eyes. She would put a collar of molten iron on me and then laugh as it ran burning over my flesh.

“Yes, yes, you are going to look magnificent chained to my throne.” Her clit sprouted into a dick. The way that Ella’s futas could control when they had their cocks. It throbbed and pulsed, growing thicker and longer. It glowed with molten heat, like it had white-hot coals inside of the flesh shaft. The air warped even more. “Your screams will be so sweet to my ears. Like an angel plucked of its feathers. How you shall howl as your pussy boils around my cock.”

“Hard pass on that,” I said. “I don’t want to catch that demonic syphilis you got. Clearly, it’s rotted your brain as much as it’s rotted that ugly, misshapen clit-dick of yours.”

A sadistic smile spread on her lips. Yeah, I might have pissed her off. Just a teeny, weeny bit.

I was moving as she inhaled, sprinting for the corner of the castle. I wanted to put a stone between me and her inhalation. My shoes smacked on the cobblestones. A great WHOOSH roared behind me. Heat licked at me.

I dove around the corner of the tower, rolling as I hit the ground. Orange light spilled around the courtyard, illuminating. I came up, the heat of her flames chapping at my ass. I grimaced and then jumped through a small window that had no glass in it. I landed in a stark room. A heavy table and bare walls. I pressed against the wall, the window right above me.

“Now where did you go, Saffron?” asked the devil woman. I heard her wings rustling. “You couldn’t have gotten far.”

She stopped before the window. “Are you in here?”

I held my breath as she thrust her head through the window. The shadows held me like before. I had broken line of sight with her. She breathed in, her nostrils twitching. A thick, scaly tongue flicked out.

“I want to fuck you with my diseased cock,” she purred. “I’m so eager to give that tight, little cunt devil syphilis while you scream in agony from the heat.”

I had to stay calm. If she sensed I was in here, she just had to exhale, and she would bathe me in fire. She could fricassee me. That would be that. I wouldn’t keep my promise to my twin sister. And I so wanted to do that. I wanted to show her I was reliable. That she could count on me for once.

“I can smell you,” she purred. “I think you’re in here. Mmm, should I fill this room in fire? If you surrender, I won’t burn you.”

Was it a bluff? It had to be a bluff. I couldn’t give in.

She inhaled. A deep, sucking intake of air. I squeezed my eyes shut, my twin sister’s face flashing through my mind. Blonde hair framing her smiling face. Blue eyes bright. I was so dead. There was no stopping the fatal exhalation. Fire would fill this enclosed space. I would cook. Roasted Saffron.

Now I would never get to fuck that dark elf assassin-bitch-cunt-whore-slut in the ass again.

The devil woman growled. Her head yanked out of the window. Wings flapped. I fought the urge to exhale my held breath. I let it out slowly, silently, my entire body shaking. I had to inhale. I needed oxygen. Why did she fly off?

A trap? What was going on?

Brígida Vasquez
“Okay, girls, get to it,” I shouted.

Joann, grabbing her knees as she gasped for breath, stood at the front, ready to Snuff Flames. Addy was already casting Gather Water. Moisture flowed to her and gathered on the ground at her feet. Only a small puddle, but she kept casting it.

“Eenaap Dakap!” she spoke with confidence.

“She’s got to be around here somewhere,” I growled, looking around. “Be ready. I want that pit fiend swatted out of the sky.”

“Looking for me?” a voice purred with malevolent evil. The pit fiend winged around the corner of the tower. Her wings flapped while fire danced from her lips. “My, my, more tasty treats to enjoy. I’ve never eaten a futa from another world. What do you taste like?”

“Spicy!” I hissed. “Felipa! Iseul! Take that bitch down!”

The two held hands and cried, “Uyaav Eeahir!”

A sudden downdraft slammed into the pit fiend as she soared at us. The current of air drove her to the ground. She hit the cobblestones with a hard impact. She hissed in pain. Fury brimmed in her eyes. She struggled to stand.

“Eenaap Enaalid!” I cried. Mio, Velvet, Sylvia, Frederica, and Opal all cried it with me.

Six tidal waves burst into existence and swept at the pit fiend just as she gained her feet. The water slammed into her and knocked her back. Steam hissed, a cloud of white vapor obscuring everything. The roar of boiling water filled the air. The tidal waves spilled out and then the water vanished, leaving only the haze behind.