Chapter 29: Futa Ambush! Witches’ Passion Erupt

Note: Thanks to my wonderful beta readers!

Aria Dennell

It was the strange flutter in my womb that gave me a warning.

I glanced over to see both Saffron and Chipmunk staring up the sky above the mundane forest, the unicorn woods at our backs. In the sky above them fell death. Burning balls of fire that hurtled for the party.

I clasped my hands together and threw out my thoughts to the Seven Harmonious Goddesses. I drew on that life inside of me, the mix of the Goddess of Life and the Goddess of Orgasms. I drew in a breath to center myself.

The fire exploded around my family.

The flames burst amid us, rolling over flesh. Futas screamed as they were flung by the power of magic that struck us. Their pain tore at my heart. The scent of burning hair and skin filled my nose. I grieved for those injured as the heat rippled around me.

The Goddesses blessed me. The fire did not touch me.

So I prayed.

“Adna, Goddess of the Egg and Mistress of Life, I beseech you to protect the lives of those I love. Jeeba, Goddess of the Seed and Mistress of Orgasms, I beg of you to protect the passions of those I love! In me, oh great and noble Goddesses, lies the mixing of your blessings. The Noble Seed of Lady Virginia has combined with the Egg quivering in my worthy womb. Use that miracle to protect those I love. Shelter their life and passions within me!”

A silver light burst from my womb.

Spreading from me swept the barrier of protection. It engulfed those writhing on the ground in pain. I kept my hands clasped, my head bowed in reverence. The words of the prayer spilled from my lips as the barrier grew and grew in size, encompassing all.

The little zygote in my womb, only days old, quivered as the spell surged through me. I could feel the mitosis taking place. The blessed division of cell life. With the Goddesses of the Egg and the Seed flowing their power through my baby, she grew.

“Blessed Goddess of the Egg and Seed, I beseech you to protect the life and passions of those I love,” tumbled from my lips over and over, the mantra that would keep us all safe.

Already, I felt my womb enlarging with my babe.

Lada Volkov

The heat slammed into me.

I slammed on my belly and rolled. I blinked in shock. My ears rang. Something crackled and popped. I smelled that terrible reek of burning hair. I sat up and felt heat burning at my neck. I slapped at it, smacking out flames burning my blonde tresses.

“What?” I groaned, shaking my head in groggy confusion.

I turned to look at the harem. My jaw dropped in horror. Girls lay half-burned and groaning. Burning dirt rained down from where the explosions had gone off. I blinked in confusion. Brígida lay nearby, screaming in agony.

“MURDER THE BITCHES!” roared from the woods.

I turned and gasped at the treeline.

Akane and her volleyball team burst out of the woods in bloodiron armor, their swords dripping with violence. They charged across the field. My stomach lurched. Most of the harem was badly injured.

I staggered to my feet and drew my sword.

From the woods, another volley of fireballs arched into the air. I swayed at the sight. How could we survive that?

Such profound despair filled me. Just for a heartbeat.

Then a voice chanted with such blessed strength it banished my terror.

Aria Dennell knelt naked and unharmed. Her beaded braids swayed about her head as she clasped her hands before her breasts. The ebony beauty looked like a Madonna. The Blessed Virgin Mary, Dickgirl Version.

Silver light burst from her stomach. It washed out like a wave of foamy brilliance. It swept over those that were hurt. They groaned as if there was momentary relief. I stared in awe as it crashed over me. Warmth of love and heat of passion kissed my body. I shuddered, my futa-cock lurching. I staggered as it spread over us like a dome.

Akane and her girls crashed into it. They hit hard and rebounded. They landed on their backsides, shaking their heads. Above, the fireballs struck the protection. Their detonations rippled across the surface.

Hope surged in me. Aria protected us. Her faith in the Seven Harmonious Goddesses was not misplaced. She had given us a chance. Many were badly burned, but a few had escaped. Saffron and Chipmunk staggered to their feet, and so did Tamera.

I darted to her. “Heal your fellow priestesses first.”

“Right,” she said and spun around. She fell to her knees beside Jie Zhu. The Chinese girl had half her body blackened. Tamera thrust her hands out and prayed.

I stared at Aria. How long could she keep that up? Silver light burst from Tamera and healed the wounds of Jie. She groaned and rolled onto her back. A second healing spell had her sitting up, her skin reddened.

“I’m good enough, Tamera,” Jie said. “Go heal someone else. I can help, too.”

“Right,” Tamera said.

“Tamera,” I gasped, grabbing her arm. “How long can Aria keep up this spell?”

Tamera turned and stared at the high priestess. Her eyes widened. “Aria’s pregnant. That’s how she’s doing this. Lady Virginia bred her as part of the spell to free Saffron from Vixen’s clutches. Now the Goddesses of the Egg and the Seed are focusing that power through the unborn baby.”

“Is it hurting the child?” I asked, my stomach clenching. “Is she killing Queen Virginia’s baby?”

“The opposite, the spell will last for as long as Aria prays and the child remains in her womb.”

Relief flooded through me. “So we got some time. Nine months or so before that’s an issue.”

Tamera shook her head, her brown hair swaying. “No, no, the child is growing. Look, you can just start to see a baby bump forming. We have maybe an hour to get ready. Now, I have to get others healed.”

I let her go, my jaw dropping. This magic stuff made my head hurt.

Saffron Homewood

“Jesus H. Fucking Christ,” I muttered, staring around at the pain. “What happened?”

The silver radiance whipped past me.

I turned and saw it protecting us from Akane and her bitches. My jaw dropped. They were on us? Fire exploded over our heads. I shuddered at the sight. My head went back and forth. This was insane. How had this happened?

“What do we do?” I asked. Then I spotted Kali lying with half her leg burned.

My stomach churned. I looked away, but there was nowhere to look. My heart clenched so tight. I spotted Tamera breaking from Lada and heading to Avice, falling to her knees. Silver light fell from her eyes. I let out a sigh of relief.

“It looks like Aria is keeping the others out,” a voice said behind me.

I turned to find Chipmunk holding her ring gag in her hand. She had taken it off? “I didn’t give you permission to—”

Her fist slammed into my face. I fell back onto the ground, stars bursting across my vision. My entire body felt numb. A fuzzy ripple that swept over me. Something fell on my breasts. The ring gag. I blinked, my vision doubling. Blurred.

I sat up to see Chipmunk pulling something from my gear. Metal gleam. Like bronze. Bronzewood. Why did she have that?

“Whyaatchoodyoonn,” I struggled to say. I blinked, my head swimming.

“Killing Aria so the others can slaughter you and your friends,” Chipmunk said as she marched past me. She gripped my dagger. That was what she held.

Why not her shadow dagger?

“Wait, what?” I gasped. Anger shot through me. I gained my feet. “You are my pet, Chipmunk. I broke you. I turned you into my cum-guzzling whore. You saved my life!”

“What does your kind call it...” asked Chipmunk, her midnight ass swaying. “Plan B. Vixen’s plan. A way to salvage my embarrassment. You think I broke?”

“Yes!” I screamed and charged at her. “And I’ll fucking prove it.”

Surexila

The smack of bare feet whirled me around. I swung my knife hard and fast. I should have taken Saffron’s throat. I should have slashed to the vertebrae and been sprayed in her crimson life. Only I didn’t swing as fast as I had.

My body was stiff from being a slave.

She ducked it and slammed her shoulder into my guts. She threw me back. I landed with a grunt. She was on top of me. Her hazel eyes shone down at me. Her cock rubbed into my pussy. I smirked at her. I still had the weapon.

“You are mine!” she cried and headbutted me.

Stars burst across my vision. I grunted, the fuzziness almost devouring my senses, but I was a dark futa-elf. I had stamina. I had strength. I was an assassin, trained to wield the blade by the Black Tongue, the lover of Raatak herself. My mistress had a tongue stained with the shadowy juices of my goddess. And I had learned. I had trained.

I had mastered the arts.

I slammed my dagger for Saffron’s side. Straight for the right hepatic artery that carried blood to the liver. A thick artery. Not the thickest, but it was there on the right side, vulnerable. I thrust so fast, she could not block it.

Only she did. She thrust her arm down and stopped my blow.

I hissed in frustration. Why wasn’t I moving as fast as I should?

I should have gotten in her side. I was better than this. My ears twitched with anger. This was the bitch who made me into her pet. Who paraded me around like a little whore. Who put that damn band around my cock and wouldn’t let me cum while they fucked me over and over and over again.

Saffron abused me. Spanked me. Denied me any chance to fight back.

I slammed my knee into her side. She gasped and rolled off me. I followed her getting on top of her petite body. Her short bob of black hair swayed about her face. She stared up at me, a collar around her neck like the one about mine. Fury shot through me. I raised her bronzewood dagger up high.

And slammed it down at her chest.

She caught my wrist with her hand, arresting the blade a few inches from her throat. I shifted on her, grinding my pussy on her cock. She was hard. By the Seven Bitches, how was she hard right now? A smile crossed her lips.

“What?” I hissed at the damned woman.

“Just wondering why you’re trying to kill me,” she said in this mocking tone.

“Isn’t that obvious?” I snarled. “You bound me, spanked me, collared me, treated me like your pet. By the Seven Bitches and their Rotten Cunts, did you think I wouldn’t drive my dagger into your side and watch you bleed out?”

“No, no, I get that,” she said, her dick throbbing against my pussy. “I totally get it. I mean, you played the good pet. Saved my life from the futa-treants. Betrayal inside of betrayal. That succubus-slut’s goddess really got us good. Lulled us with one attack when she had this other one waiting for us.”

“Yes!” I hissed. “I accomplished my mission. I will endure any humiliation for it. Go to any lengths.”

Saffron nodded. “Yep. Seeing that now. But, I’m still just wondering why you’re trying to kill me!”

I hissed in frustration. “Because you’re the bitch who degraded me. Who made me crawl behind her like a bitch! You put that damned band around my cock. Raatak’s bloody knife, I have every reason in the world to cut out your heart and drink the blood that pours out!”

“And yet, you haven’t killed me,” said Saffron.

“What?” I hissed. “What am I doing right now?” I pressed down on the knife, bringing the tip closer to her throat.

“Trying.” She winked at me. “I mean, instead of gutting me or stabbing me in the heart or cutting my throat, you sucker-punched me then ran for Aria. You were going to kill her, but me ... You haven’t even tried.”

I snarled and forced the knife another inch.

“You keep doing these slow stabs. You are telegraphing your attacks.” Saffron shook her head and tsked with her tongue like I was a bad puppy. “You gave me all the time to block. Where are those vicious slices of earlier? Last time, you put a dagger in my side the moment that I grew cocky. You didn’t even give me a chance to react.”

My cheeks warmed and ears twitched. “I’ve been bound. Limbs are sore.”

“You spent the entire day with your arms free,” Saffron said. “And don’t tell me your skills got rusty so fast. It’s been barely forty-eight hours since I grabbed you. No, no, you don’t have the heart to kill me.”

“Of course I do!” I snarled.

“Oh,” she asked and relaxed. “Why did you grab my knife?”

I frowned.

“I mean, you can make a shadowy knife out of nothing. Throw it three times before you have to wait for it to refresh.” Saffron shook her head. “You could have put two in my eyes and one in my throat. Then you could have thrown three more at Aria.”

My heart lurched. “I...” How could I have forgotten about the ultimate technique the Black Tongue had taught me? It hadn’t even crossed my mind. “That’s ... I ... I lost it when you captured me.”

“Liar.”

My cheeks burned with her smirking smile. She knew it was. Why hadn’t I summoned my blade?

Saffron relaxed her grip. The knife went lover then hit the leather of her collar. “And another thing that crossed my mind. Why are you trying to stab me through a thick belt of leather? You’d be lucky to get any penetration into my throat even if you had attacked faster.”

I stared at the knife scoring along her collar. Then she let go of my hand.

“Here, kill me,” she said, her eyes mocking. “Do it, Chipmunk.”

“Don’t call me that!” I snarled. “My name is Surexila.”

“Mmm, it’s Chipmunk. That’s why your pussy is so hot and juicy on my cock. You want to be filled by my big dick.” Saffron winked at her. “You want Mistress Saffron’s big futa-dick filling up that hot cunt. Murder is fine, but it doesn’t make you cum like my cock does.”

“Are you mad?” I hissed, staring at her in shock. “I’ll bury my dagger in your heart.”

“Oh, why haven’t you?” She flexed her cock beneath me, pressing it into the groove of my twat. My clit brushed it, sparks bursting. My dick wanted to grow. “I mean, we’re talking. You could have stabbed me about a bajillion times already. But you don’t want to kill me.”

“Of course I do!” I hissed.

She shook her head. “Nope. You found what you were. A submissive. That was no act. You discovered you liked being Chipmunk.” She held out her hand. “Now hand over the dagger, help with the wounded, and tonight, I am going to make you cum so many times. Good pets get rewarded, and your naughty pussy wants to be rewarded.”

“I...” My hand shook. I stared at the dagger. Why wasn’t it buried in her body? Why wasn’t her heart’s blood flowing out of her neck? I should be nuzzling into that warm pulse of blood. Drinking it. Bathing in it. Then I should charge at Aria and gut her. “What have you done to me?”

“Why, broken you.” Saffron cupped my face with her pale fingers. She stroked my skin. “Mmm, you’re a good pet, Chipmunk. Right?”

I swallowed. My pussy burned. I ground my cunt on her girl-cock. “I ... I ... I am a good pet, Mistress.”

Something in me snapped.

Those words broke this strength in me. It fled my body. I shuddered and felt ... free. I didn’t have to make decisions. I didn’t have to worry about failing the Demon Lord. I didn’t belong to her. Didn’t belong to the Black Tongue or the Goddess of the Knife. My heart wasn’t in assassination any longer. I had found something else.

Pleasure. Passion. Submission. The ultimate form. Not just killing for someone, but surrendering my very essence to them. I would do anything for Mistress Saffron. Her fingers stroked my cheeks as the tears poured out of them.

“I am your pet, Mistress Saffron,” I whimpered. “Chipmunk. I’m Chipmunk.”

“Wonderful,” she said and pulled my face down. I pressed my small tits into hers. Our nipples kissed then our lips. They were so sweet. My tears ran down and flavored our passion with salt. I shuddered on her, my pussy on fire. I gripped the dagger then released it.

Our tongues danced together. It was wonderful. Passionate. She owned me. I was hers. I would be her Chipmunk forever and ever. This wonderful heat shot through me. This powerful ache beat in my heart. I had never felt like this. I felt ... loved. Cared for.

I didn’t have to fear Mistress Saffron even when she spanked me. She wouldn’t hurt me. Just ... discipline me when I was a bad pet. A shiver ran through me.

She broke the kiss. “Okay, now we have to help the others. No time for sex. Okay, Chipmunk.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I moaned and rose. I tossed the dagger down beside her. I held out my hand and my shadowy dagger appeared. “Tell me where to throw this, Mistress.”

“When the time is right,” she said and grabbed her dagger. She stood up and looked around. Priestesses were moving about, healing. Over half the harem was standing. Lada barked orders. Kali shuddered as she was healed. Brígida motioned her mages over to her as they were cured.

Outside, Akane and her warriors paced like a pack of rabid lionesses. In the trees lurked the mage cadre of Ella. The teachers of her school. Vixen was out there, too. I drew in deep breaths then looked to where I could help.

Vixen

“That cunt!” I snarled. “I hope Raatak guts her with her own dagger!”

“Who?” asked Mrs. Webb. She quivered in her demonsilk robe.

“Surexila!” I should have seen it coming. Another betrayal. Oh, Ammuch would not be happy about this one. She sowed treason with her kisses. She did not appreciate being betrayed. The Three Goddesses and the Demon Lord would be wroth with Surexila. I could see her helping. “The bitch broke. That weak-willed slut!”

“But what do we do about the barrier?” Mrs. Webb whimpered.

“It won’t last forever.” I pointed. “Look, see Aria. Her belly grows rounder and rounder. She will give birth in the next half hour. Then we can kill them. Get ready. Virginia and her dryad-whore can return at any moment. She will be vulnerable. Outside the barrier. We have to be ready to take her.”

“Yes, you’re right! We have to destroy Virginia before she can wipe us out. She’s evil.” The woman trembled, her entire body shaking. “She’ll kill us all. She’ll kill Ella if we don’t stop her. I saw it in a dream. Ella with her starmetal sword shining so bright. Virginia cuts her down. The Dark One murders her with a golden blade made of her foul cum!”

I smiled. “That’s why we have to kill her now.”

“Yes!” the insane witch moaned. “Kill her!”

Virginia Homewood

Willow and I ran at full force through the woods. I chased after my futa-dryad. She guided us there. She could hear the trees. They spoke to her, let her know the right way to go. The woods shivered with fear. Something terrible had happened.

Saffron’s face flashed through my mind’s eyes, then Lada, Aria, and Brígida. Kali’s face, then a parade of others. My concubines were all here, serving me. The brave and naughty futa-cheerleaders, the wise and kinky futa-mages, and the noble and sultry futa-priestesses. I wanted them all to be safe.

Fear whipped at me. Like a slave-driver, it lashed my ass. I felt terror licking at my back with strokes of dread. My stomach churned as I raced through the beauty of this place. No time to appreciate it. Not when the women I love are in danger.

“Wait!” gasped Willow, stopping. “We’re at the edge of the tree.”

“And?” I asked.

“The trees say there’s danger.”

“The trees do?” I asked, my heart racing. “What sort. For my harem.”

Willow shook her head. “The trees say the love of motherhood protects them. That your child with the holy priestess will keep them safe. For now.”

“My child with ... Aria?” I frowned. I vaguely remembered Aria saying something about breeding or something when I was trying to save Saffron from Vixen’s bamboozling. “I’m having a baby with Aria? That’s...” I felt dizzy for a moment.

“Here,” said Willow. She waved me towards a large oak tree with golden acorns. She stroked the side of the tree. A hole appeared. It dripped with a thick, golden sap. I frowned at the hole. It wasn’t circular. It looked sort of like a sideways eye or...

A spread-open pussy?

“Fuck the oak. She will help you.” Willow smiled. “She says your cum is blessed. That it will energize her. She will fight for you, she just needs a touch of your power, Futa-Heroine.”

I hesitated. My cum was different. It was silvery and had glitter to it. “And my harem is okay?”

“For now,” she said, “but the spell won’t last forever, and they are surrounded. You can help them by empowering her.”

“And I do that by fucking her pussy,” I said, feeling almost hysterical. “The oak tree has a pussy?”

“That’s how dryads reproduce,” Willow purred. “My mother had sex with a beautiful willow tree. I bred a cute pine while waiting for you and the unicorns.”

I blinked. “I didn’t know you were getting lucky.” Her words sank in. “Uh, am I going to knock up the tree?”

“I don’t think so. You’re not a dryad.” She shrugged. “But you will empower the Golden Oak to fight for you. She’s quite eager. She says, ‘My pussy quivers in anticipation of your mighty futa-cock, noble Heroine.’”

“Really?” I said, staring at the tree.

“Basically. It’s more impressions, but I understand them like speech. Now, come on.” She smiled, fingering the tree-pussy.

God, I was going to fuck a tree-pussy. This was more than a little surreal.