Chapter 36: Futa Raid! Devils and Harpies Unleashed

Virginia Homewood

Starlight flashed around us then we were surrounded by trees.

Spooky, haunted, bent, and warped trees. The bark was so dark it was almost black. The branches twisted over our heads like skeletal hands reaching to rend our faces. The entire place held an atmosphere of pain and despair. I shuddered as I looked around.

Lada, Akane, and their cheerleaders and volleyball team were arrayed around me in a protective arc. The Demon Lord’s castle lay beyond these tortured woods. We were close. So close to where my Saffron was hidden.

I could feel her nearby. I just wanted to shout out her name. To let her know I was here. That she didn’t have to worry. But we had to wait for Ella to bring everyone in. The redheaded futa-heroine flashed me a wink. Then she slashed at the ground around her with her starmetal blade Ekana.

She plunged into the hole she made. The ground appearing whole and unblemished the second she was clear. It was a strange weapon she had, befitting my fellow futa-heroine. A nervous energy brimmed in the air as I looked around.

“We’ll get her back, Mistress Virginia,” Chipmunk said. She had lost her squirrel tail. She had an important mission. Now wasn’t the time to play games.

I cupped the dark elf’s midnight-black skin, her white hair gathered in a graceful ponytail. “We will.”

I kissed her, feeling the warmth of her lips, savoring the pleasure of this moment. I was glad to have her here. So glad all my harem and Ella’s were coming. Light flashed and the futa-teachers appeared, naked and ready to cast their magic.

I broke the kiss with Chipmunk and nodded to them as they fanned out to take their positions. Ella vanished to fetch the next group. I glanced at Kali. My futa-elf-angel held her bow in hand but had no arrows. Now that she had ascended, she didn’t need arrows. I wasn’t sure what she would be firing, but it would be spectacular.

Brígida and her mages came next, then Aria and her priestess along with Willow. My futa-dryad waved to me. Then she looked around and shook her head. These trees must be horrible if she looked like that. Would the plan still work?

“I can do it, Lady Virginia,” Willow said. “I have to be brave as everyone else in the harem. I can’t let fear hold me back.”

I nodded, smiling at her.

Last came the drama club. They were now priestesses of the Seven Harmonious Goddesses. I swallowed as Ella marched up. Chipmunk rolled her shoulders. A shadowy blade appeared in her hands. The slender dark elf looked like a gymnast.

“Just put me right where I told you to,” said Chipmunk. She had actually been in the castle.

“You sure?” Ella asked, glancing at me.

“I’m risking my life for my owner,” Chipmunk said with such conviction. “Now put me in there! I will do my duty!”

I couldn’t do it all on my own. Others had earned the right to risk their lives, too. I nodded.

The starmetal blade slashed, a blur of motion. Chipmunk dropped out of the world. My heart clenched. There was no going back now. It was time to take on the Demon Lord and end her threat to this world.

“Ella, Lada, Akane, lead them out!” I cried. “Brígida and Mrs. Webb, ready to support them. You all know the plan. Now we just have to execute it!”

My harem cheered.

I hoped this would work. I prayed that this would work. It had to. Saffron was in that terrible place. Alone. At the mercy of that horrible cunt. This had to work out. I had to hold her in my arms once more. I would save my twin sister.

Saffron Homewood

“She’s here,” Evil Me said. She crossed her legs, quivering with delight.

I smiled. “You really think you’re going to crush her with despair. But you forget, she’s a way better person than me, let alone Shitty Me: The Emo Bitch Years Edition. Trademark, of course. All rights reserved, yada, yada, yada.”

“Such flippancy,” said Aria. “Mmm, I am going to treasure watching you suffer.”

I flipped her off. “You three nut bags need to shut it. God, I know I’m pathetic, but what’s your excuse for joining the crazy train. All three of you are fucking smarter than me.”

“Oh, you know, a little torture between friends,” Shitty Me: The Emo Bitch Years Edition (trademark) said. She laughed, a cackle of mad despair.

I rolled my eyes. “Probably practice that laugh for weeks to get it just right. God, I have to make some serious life choices.”

Fear churned in my stomach. How would Virginia take to watching Shitty Me kill Awesome Me (that would be me me) before her eyes? I don’t know. Hopefully better than I did because ... I didn’t see how she could save me before Cunty Me slit my pristine and gorgeous throat.

Don’t lose yourself, I prayed. Don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault. I always knew I was the fucked up one. I suppose getting killed by myself was sort of inevitable. I just thought it would be driving a car like a maniac or climbing K2 butt naked.

I don’t know if she heard me, but I felt better. At peace. Virginia was stronger than me. She would cry, but the Non-Shitty versions of our friends would be there to help her.

Lada Volkov

I marched out of the skeletal trees, Akane and Ella to my right. Behind us, came my kick-ass cheer squad and the sexy volleyball babes. We were armed and armored. A hundred yards away, across football-field lengths of rocky ground, the black curtain walls of the castle rose before us.

The castle had a wet gleam to it. Something red had been dumped down the sides. I shuddered as the horrible reek of blood filled the air. The toothy things on the walls, the battlements or whatever, had spikes with skulls on them. Standing on them were the devils. They were red-skinned and horned bitches with fire burning in their hands. In the air, black-skinned harpies flew with leathery wings and white hair.

They had pointed ears like they were dark elves once or something.

On the ground were the lemures. They were all black, hairless cunts with sharp claws and mouths full of slathering fangs. They snarled at the sight of us. They clawed the ground. All of them wore iron chastity belts. I shook my head in disgust.

“You think we’re going to stand for that shit!” I shouted. “Those poor demon girls can’t even fuck. Look at them. They’re seeing all our big dick and tight cunts and they can’t enjoy them. So they’re going to be pissed off. They’re going to rip us apart. Are we going to let them?”

“NOOOO!” my cheer squad yelled.

“We’re the soldiers of the Queen Bee herself. Queenie Virginia loves us all, and we’re not going to let her down!”

“No, we’re not,” Ella said, her starmetal blade in hand.

“So we’re going to show these horny, frustrated demon-bitches how the schoolgirls of St. Mary of the Veil deals with losers like them!” I leveled my sword. “Let’s fuck them up. FOR OUR QUEEN!”

“QUEEN VIRGINIA!”

I charged at the lemures, Ella running at my side, Akane beyond her, graceful as ever. My legs carried me across the broken ground. The strength and vigor that Virginia had poured into my body carried me towards the enemy. I would not falter. I would not flag. I would show those fucking cunts that we mean business.

The lemures roared and charged at us. From the walls, the red-skinned devils threw their fire. Balls of flame arched out and hurtled down at us. The harpies shrieked and threw their shadow daggers. Three different ways to die rushed at us.

“FOR OUR QUEEN!”

Brígida Vasquez

“Gaa Dakap!” I cried.

“GAA DAKAP!” my futa-mages (and one futa-witch) cried, throwing out our magic to the fireballs hurtling down at Lada, Ella, Akane, and their girls.

Our magic slammed into the fire and snuffed out the flames. They winked out before they could burst amid those I loved and cause untold misery and suffering. I grinned in delight, Lada and the others running as fast as they could.

Mrs. Webb pointed her finger at the harpies on the wall. “Eenahsor Enaalid!”

A beam of light shot from her finger and struck a winged bitch in the chest.

“Uyaav Enaalid!” Ms. Hailey cried.

“Gaa Enaalid!” chanted Mrs. Bean.

“Jaag Eeahir!” bellowed Mrs. Bagley.

Blades of air, balls of fire, and lightning bolts shot into the skies and burst amid the harpies. One was cut in half. Another fell burning to the ground. Lightning crackled amid them. I itched to join them, but another volley of fire launched from the battlements.

“GAA DAKAP!” my girls and I cried.

Willow

I found the mightiest of the twisted dark oaks. The cruel impulses burning from her made me shiver, but I wouldn’t relent. I had a mission. I had to be brave. I had to overcome my fear. No more hiding. No more cowering.

Dryad, you mewling cunt, you think that timid touch will do anything for me, the dark-hearted oak growled. You want me to serve you? I will rip you apart with my branches and water my roots with your blood!

I flinched.

Her laughter boomed in my mind, mocking me. Run along, Dryad. Find a supple willow or quivering birch to stick your cock in. You thrust it into me, and I’ll rip it off!

I wanted to run away, but I couldn’t. My futa-heroine had given me this mission.

You will be lucky to have my cock fucking you, Oak! I thought. I stroked her trunk. Show me that pussy. I’ll fuck you so hard and make you quiver in delight.

You, little dryad. You quiver like a sapling in a storm.

No! You’ll be trembling like an oak tree in spring. I’ll fuck you so hard. I’ll ram my dryad-dick into your tree-cunt and make you quiver. You will feel my seed burst into you and squeal in delight. Open that pussy NOW!

The tree laughed again.

I pressed my cock right against her bark, feeling the rough texture. You open that pussy right now, or I will go and get an ax and cut you down!

Bold. The tree’s branches rustled with her glee. You would really harm a tree.

Yes, you cruel cunt! Now open that pussy and let me fuck you!”

The bark parted. I thrust into the cruel oak tree’s pussy. I would fuck her so hard. I would awaken her with my seed. I would not fail Lady Virginia. This tree would serve her and be happy about it. I hugged her tight, her bark rough on my nipples, and loved her.

Lada Volkov

I crashed into the lemures, the others right behind me.

The demonic monster girls hissed and slashed with their claws. I swung my sword, hacking into the first one, cutting her down. Her blood splattered my bronze wood armor. I didn’t care. I was fighting for Lady Virginia.

Ella’s starmetal blade slashed effortlessly through the monsters, sending parts flying. I blocked a slash of claws as I swung. Up and down the line, cheerleaders and volleyball babes fought. My girls shouted their war cry.

“QUEEN VIRGINIA!”

I thrust my sword, taking a lemure in the belly.

Shadow daggers slashed down at us. Spells burst in the sky overhead. Fireballs snuffed out. The plan was working. I just had to keep fighting. Keep hacking. I cut another down, my heart pounding with such exhilaration.

“I am Lady Virginia’s kick-ass captain!” I shouted. “Come get me, demon-bitches!”

Three black-skinned lemures hissed in answer and jumped at me. One slashed, striking my breastplate and scratching down the armor. My sword swung, cutting off the head of the second demon. It spun through the air.

The third slashed into my thigh. Pain ripped through my leg. Blood spurted. I screamed in pain and thrust my sword. I buried my blade into her throat, cutting into her spine. She gurgled as she died. The first hissed and slashed at me again.

I blocked and stepped forward to attack only for my wound leg to fold. I gasped and collapsed on my back. More blood spurted from the wound. The first lemure hissed in delight, her eyes wild with bloodlust.

“I can taste your soul!” she snarled and threw herself on me.

She slammed my sword arm down to the ground, her body on me. I threw a punch with my left arm. She blocked it with her forearm. Her mouth widened. Cruel, needle-sharp teeth gleamed. She plunged for my throat.

“I hope you choke on my soul!” I screamed.

Something flashed. The demon’s head flew off and her body fell on mine. Suzan stood there, my cheerleader smiling down at me. I groaned and heaved the corpse off, panting. I was alive. I would get to keep fighting for Queen Virginia

Only the world spun around me. A cold swept through me. Suzan gasped as she stared at the blood gushing from my leg.

Aria Dennell

I clutched at my pregnant belly as I stared out at the fight. Virginia was beside me, fretting. Kali, on the other side of my futa-wife, fired her bow. Arrows of golden light shot into the air and struck another of the harpies. She spiraled down and hit the ground hard.

I gazed out at the battlefield. I watched the ebb and flow. It was getting worse. I spotted Lada going down. Suzan stood over her, but I could tell something was wrong. The first severe injury. Before Suzan even made the signal, I acted.

“Tamera, get out there and heal Lada!” I cried.

My roommate, the first of my futa-priestess I had blessed with the power that Virginia had given me, launched into motion. She charged out into the battlefield to go and help Lada. She raced out alone, and the harpies saw her.

Fireballs burst in the sky. Daggers rained down. The futa-teachers threw their spells, but there were so many of the black-skinned, winged demons flying in the air. Tamera was all alone as she made her run. I clasped my hands together.

“Taari, Goddess of the Night and Mistress of Secrets, I beseech you to ward your priestess. Keep Tamera safe in the fight against the Demon Lord.”

Power surged through me. A shield of darkness appeared, blocking a shadowy knife from plunging into my Tamera.

I let out such a sigh of relief. She had not been killed. But that didn’t mean she was out of danger. The forces arrayed against her were powerful. I drew in a steeling breath as more of the defenders fell. Tamera reached Lada, but others needed my priestesses’ help.

And they ran out with love in their hearts to aid them.

I examined the battlefield. The attack faltered. The wounded piled up fast. The lemures were falling, too, but there were reserves. Another wave of them waited to charge in as my priestesses began casting their healing magic, vulnerable while they worked.

“Brígida, I need a barricade!” Aria cried.

Brígida Vasquez

“You heard her!” I shouted, pushing up my glasses. “Let’s make a wall, mamacitas!”

My futa-mages (and one futa-witch) all concentrated on the attackers. The second wave of Lemures charged. We had to buy the priestesses a few precious seconds to work their magic. We could not let our fellows fall to the dangers.

“IMOOHB REHPAREH!” I cried with my awesome cadre of magic users.

The power surged out in concert from us. Bursting out of the ground in a circle that reached back before the castle was a wall of stone. It erupted from the ground before the wounded defenders and those still fighting the last few lemures of the first wave. Thrusting fifteen feet in the air, dirt spilled off it as it trapped the second wave behind it.

“And back to snuffing out those fireballs!” I cried, a volley of them hurtling down at the defenders. “Gaa Dakap!”

“GAA DAKAP!”

The harpies dived at the wounded and the priestesses as the fireballs thrown by the devils unraveled. Spells fired from Mrs. Webb and her teacher cadre of futa-mages. They tinned them, but there were so many of them.

And more fireballs hurtled down that had to be unraveled.

Kalirisia

The harpies dived down at the wounded and the priestesses sheltering behind the wall.

Virginia quivered in fear beside me as I drew back my bow. A golden arrow sprang into existence. I loosed the moment the string touched my cheek. The arrow shot forward as I drew again. And again. And again.

Five of them hurtled through the air before the first one hit the lead harpy. Golden light burst from the demonic bitch. She screamed as she spun through the air, plunging for the ground below. Then a second. A third. A fourth.

I kept firing, killing them as they swooped down at them. Spells hit the harpies, too. Fireballs and lightning bolts crashed into them. A priestess was hit. Evelyn fell on the ground, but Tamera ran over to her. Lada cut down a harpy going for the priestess.

Clawed hands appeared at the top of the wall. Lemures poured over it and dropped down on the defenders still recovering from the first wave. Ella was there, her blade hacking through the enemy. Lada and Akane at her side.

Fear spilled through me. There were so many forces. In moments, a flood of lemures jumped down to attack the defenders. The wall of stone crumbled away, the magic sustaining it expended. It had done its purpose.

But had it purchased enough time for the attackers to survive?

I didn’t know. All I could do was draw back my bow and fire my arrows.

Lada Volkov

I slashed at the lemures that leaped down from the wall, cutting into them. Tamera had healed me enough. My thigh throbbed, but I could still fight for Queen Virginia. There were still girls down. The priestesses were in danger now, too.

I battled before Tamera, slashing and hacking at the lemures, killing them before they could get to the priestesses still healing behind me. I roared as I hacked and slashed. My blade buried into the enemy again and again.

“QUEEN VIRGINIA!” roared up and down the line.

I was so proud of my girls. My cheerleaders were fighting so hard to protect the priestess. The harem. We were fighting to rescue Saffron. To have that happily ever after that Virginia deserved. I loved them both.

I wanted them to be together in all their twincest glory.

Blood spurted as I killed the enemy. They died in their chastity belts, slathering for my blood. My leg hurt, but I didn’t care. It was nothing. So long as Saffron was imprisoned, then we weren’t a complete family. We had a big hole that needed filling.

And I would help fill it.

Claws scraped down my armor. I slashed with my sword, tacking off the demon bitch’s head. I blocked another set of claws. Teeth snapped for my throat. I jumped back and hacked, cutting a nasty wound through the enemy.

More of my women were back up and in the fight. Ocean and Ejiro tag-teamed one. Suzan and Mackenzie fought side by side, looking so hot as they fought. Ella’s blade flashed, carving death wherever she went.

A roar sounded from above.

I looked up to see a terrifying beast. A pit fiend on leathery wings. Not as big as the one that had almost killed Saffron. It had taken all the futa-mages last time to kill that one. But this one still looked nasty. She swooped down at us and breathed fire. The heat washed at me as the flames engulfed my girls and priestess alike.

The pit fiend soared over, laughing in delight as she left carnage in her wake. My stomach churned at the disgusting scents that filled the air. Suzan screamed as she collapsed. Burned cheerleaders and priestesses lay screaming on the ground.

My stomach boiled.

“Let’s go!” Tamera shouted. “Move! Move!”

“Come on, ladies!” cried Giuliana from the drama club as rushed over with the other healers. They fell to their knees to start praying.

“Save them!” I cried, my stomach churning in horror.

And the pit fiend banked around for another devastating pass.

Virginia Homewood

“I need something to take care of the pit fiend!” I cried.

The Golden Power rushed out of me. The sky opened up. A chorus of angels sang. Their music washed over the world as three of them burst out of the hole. Their white wings spread wide. Swords of gold in hand. I smiled at the sight of the surging down at the terrible demon.

They crashed into the pit fiend. The beast snarled as they hacked at her. They cut the monster, driving her towards the ground. They swarmed over the monster, their blades swinging and slicing. They dealt it blow after blow.

I smiled. I recognized the angels as among those who I pleasured. Their song surged with triumph as they hacked off the pit fiend’s wings. The demon plunged to the ground and they followed, burying their swords into the dying demon’s body.

I smiled. The harpies were all but dead. The lemures faltering. The battle had shifted into our favor. I drew in a deep breath. That was what I wanted. What I had hoped for. It was wonderful to see that we were making progress.

The walls still stood. More devils manned it. Their fireballs still snuffed out as Brígida and her futa-mages cried out. I hoped they didn’t go hoarse. This wasn’t over yet. This was only getting started.

“Brígida, send the signal!”

Brígida Vasquez

“Finally,” I said, eager for the next part to go.

I drew in a deep breath, focusing on the spell and where I needed to go.

“EENAHSOR DAKAP!” I cried.

Above the courtyard of the Demon Lord’s castle, a bright ball of blue light shone. I nodded at that then focused my attention on the devils on the walls. We had to start doing something about those. The last of the harpies fell, picked off by Kali’s arrows.

I pointed my fingers. “Arehdna Enaalid!”

Awash of shadows hurtled across the battlefield and struck the wall. The darkness spilled over the battlements and swept back a group of the defenders, disrupting the fireballs they threw. Other spells followed, thrown by the futa-teachers.

Chipmunk

Blue light flooded in through the gap in the doorway of storeroom I hid in. An armory that held spiked weapons and crates of rancid meat, the food of the devils guarding the gatehouse. I conjured my shadowy dagger and flowed to the door.

I opened it and sprang into action.

My first thrown dagger took a devil in the throat. The look of cow-dull surprise on her face surged a vicious streak of bloodlust. I hadn’t murdered in a while. I was good at it. My wrist already flicked, throwing out the second and third shadowy daggers, taking another in the throat and on in the eye.

“Assassin!” snarled a devil. There were ten of them still alive in the gatehouse.

They rushed at me. A rusty sword slashed down at me. I caught it between my hands. My foot lashed out, kicking her in the stomach. She flew back into two more, knocking them down. I spun the sword in the air, caught it by the hilt, and slashed.

Blood spurted from a severed throat.

My shadowy dagger appeared in my left hand. I threw three of them as I danced through the room. Their blades swung too slow to hit me. I surged through them, laughing in delight. My silvery hair flowed behind me as I left them all dead on the ground.