Chapter 91

All three balls of fire stopped short of hitting Merillia, crashing into an invisible barrier and exploding upon impact. But the residual flames flew past the Queen, as well as Beatrice and Olivia, who now appeared to be within that very barrier.

The Queen then swung her fan and blew Chris back to his starting position as well as evaporating the fire around his fists.

“I’m afraid you are mistaken,” Merillia said. “I am no demon.”

“You are!” Chris shouted, rising back to his feet. “You, your daughters, that insane, so-called king, the lot of you! Demons and monsters! Torturing, mutilating, killing for sport and laughs! You are worse than the demons!”

“‘Mutilating’?” Merillia asked and paused a moment. “Oh! You’re one of those ‘Black Masks’, aren’t you? But a bargain was struck, to which you agreed. And now you throw around grievances?”

“You call that a bargain!?” Chris’ anger grew and his flames reignited, engulfing his arms whole, growing wilder, larger, and brighter still. “As if any of us were given a choice!”

“There’s always a choice,” Merillia said. “Just like the choice you made when you broke an agreement. A bargain is sacred. And a breach is sacrilege. Noel!”

The catkin disappeared from where he stood and reappeared behind Chris, bathed in red.

“Kha—” Chris barely let out a breath, stunned, his eyes wide in shock. For his body could do nothing more. Chris’ brain instantly cut off all sensations to prevent an explosion of pain that would tear it apart. Not that it did any good to help Chris in anything more than grant him a few short seconds of pain-free existence before his organs and fluids collapsed into the gaping hole where his stomach and groin were supposed to be.

“CHRIIIIIIIIISSS!!” Beatrice cried out for her loyal eunuch as he collapsed into a gory pile.

“UWAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!” Liam and Jeremy fell to their knees and hugged each other as they screamed in terror.

“M-mercy!!” Carl begged and ran toward the queen.

Noel turned in Carl’s direction, but Carl jumped to the floor and prostrated himself before the Queen long before reaching her.

“I beg of you! I was confused!” Carl wept as he spoke, daring not to even look in Merillia’s eyes. “The succubus must have put a spell on me! My thoughts were not my own! If only I could drive her out of my head!” Carl slammed his forehead against the floor. “She corrupted my thoughts! I could only think of cock! Cock and pussy! My mind was cock and pussy! I still crave cock and pussy! Help me, My Queen! I beg forgiveness! I beg for help!”

“Fufufu,” Merillia chuckled from behind her fan. “A turncoat for life? You’re amusing. Bang your forehead against the marble some more!”

And he did.

“US TOO!!!” Liam and Jeremy ran to Carl and jumped to their knees on either side of him.

“She’s a witch!”

“A succubus!”

“Temptress!”

“Demon!”

“She used vile magics on us and our brothers!”

“Bringing death to so many!”

“We were scared!”

“Confused!”

“Bewitched!”

“Please, oh Wise, Glorious Queen Merillia!”

“Mother of our people!”

“Savior of our Kingdom!”

“Find it in your heart to forgive these poor clueless fools!”

The three men begged as they slammed their foreheads bloody.

“Fufufu, aren’t they adorable?” Merillia asked Beatrice. “So splendidly and shamelessly pathetic that they’re almost cute!”

‘Cute’ wasn’t the word that Beatrice would use, but she had bigger issues. The power that bound her and kept her in the air next to Merillia simply would not budge. Beatrice could not move her arms, nor her legs, not even her tail.

“Do not stop!” Merillia encouraged the three eunuchs. “Show me your devotion! Paint the floor red! Purge your thoughts, purge the weakness! Let them flow in a bloody river!”

“YES, YOUR MAJESTY!!!” the three men slammed their foreheads yet again, firmly on their knees before their Queen, where they belong.

“And what about you?” Merillia asked Ember, who now stood out like a sore thumb in the middle of the ruined hall, standing next to defeated Annie. The only conscious person close to Ember was Noel who stood like a statue and seemed to pay no mind to the blood and guts that slowly trickled down his face and body.

“I don’t crawl.” Ember’s reply was short.

“You just haven’t been with a proper man yet,” the Queen chuckled.

“AAAAAAAAHN!!!” Olivia let out an orgasmic cry and arched her back, putting her naked body on full display. One hand cupping her breast, the other—with three fingers deep in her pussy.

“Oh, what sweet dreams she must have,” Merillia said while admiring every jerking, twisting motion of Olivia’s youthful forms. “But dreams pale before reality. Awake and find fulfillment for your tormented soul!”

As she said that, Merillia folded her fan once more and pointed her freed-up arm at Olivia. She then slowly raised Olivia’s sweaty body into the air, controlling the ninja girl just like she did Beatrice.

However, unlike Beatrice, Olivia clearly was permitted to move much more freely. And that she did. As Olivia slowly left the world of dreams, her needs only became more severe. Three fingers were no longer even nearly enough to satisfy the ever-growing ache inside her. Olivia rammed four fingers inside her squelching pussy while assaulting her swelling clit with her other hand. Liquids flowed down Olivia’s inner thighs while she squeezed the fifth and final digit of her hand into herself.

“Of course, it won’t be enough!” Merillia said. “No matter how much you try. No matter how many times you cum. Soon, it will no longer matter even if you get your entire fist inside. No, not “if”. ‘When’. That will be the turning point. When even pounding your womb with your fist will no longer grant you the sweet release that you desire so desperately, that is when true desperation will set in.

“So, enjoy them! Those fleeting glimpses of euphoria brought upon by increasingly short and unsatisfying orgasms. We both know that they pale in comparison to the fulfillment you felt before. I can smell it! The divine favor that a demon has bestowed upon you! You exude traces of it from your every pore! Look! Even that fool’s underlings can feel it!”

Olivia was no longer the only one moaning for satisfaction. Beatrice and Ember saw Annie’s three hostages, the last priestesses from Lucarad’s “church”, squirming and writhing while looking at Olivia with hazy eyes. Even the pain in their hands no longer doused their arousal. Even with the palms of their hands still impaled with nails to the wall behind them, even as blood trickled down their arms, their thoughts became increasingly simple.

The priestesses cursed their bound position. But not because of the pain. Because they could not get closer to the aura that beckoned them. The scent that spread from the floating girl. The scent that got them high. That drove them mad with lust. And they could not even masturbate! They were left with shifting and rubbing their thighs, attempting to get some pleasure.

The priestess who was bound closest to the dark aura attempted to break free from her bondage, but the spike in pain and the wide head of the nail prevented this. For now.

“AAAAAHHH!” Victoria cried from the sharp pain in the palms of her hands and jerked, making her giant tits flop around, loosening her blue robe. But that momentary snap to reality quickly faded. Seconds later Victoria was once again rubbing her thighs while fantasizing about joining the Queen’s hostages.

“G-get a grip, you two!” Helen tried to rouse the other two priestesses. Though she sounded less than unconvincing. It was more like her words were meant for herself. For she moved her hips with just as much fervor as her bound friends.

“If ... Hnnn! If I could just—” Priscilla, the priestess with blue twin ponytails, bound between Victoria and Helen, desperately reached for a broken chair leg. Frustratingly close, just barely out of reach of her little toes, the chair leg mocked Priscilla. Making the priestess imagine all the wonderful ways she could ride the piece of wood to wonderful orgasms and fill the emptiness within her.

“Ah, what splendid reactions!” Merillia marveled at the spreading lewdness. “They lived ever on the edge under Lucarad’s watchful eye. Is it any wonder that it takes the lightest of touches to make them fall?”

“We haven’t fallen yet!!” Helen shouted, to the Queen and to herself.

“You say that as you salivate over a chair leg that your orgy partner is clawing for!” Merillia laughed.

“Hnnnnn~!” Olivia’s pleasureful moans gave way to vexation. Rather than moaning from the pleasure, Olivia became increasingly frustrated with her fingers for failing to imitate what could not be imitated.

“Finally, you see it,” Merillia said. “Just how inadequate it all is. Husbands, wives, cocks, tongues, even your fingers that are supposed to know you best—they all pale in comparison to giving yourself to a true Demon!”

“Olivia! Snap out of it!” Beatrice called to her friend. “Remember your mission! Remember your sister!”

“Si-ster?” Olivia’s eyes refocused, if only for a moment, and her fingers stopped moving.

“That’s right!” Beatrice tried to break through while thinking “Fuck, fuck, fuck! What was the damn girl’s name!? OH—”, “Remember Emily!”

“Emily...” Olivia uttered and let her fingers slip out of her pussy.

“Of you could remember this instead,” the Queen said, and something rustled under the sleeve of the arm that controlled Oliva’s levitation. A translucent thing moved swiftly, thrusting straight for Olivia’s pussy.

“HYUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!” Olivia screamed and arch her back as her abdomen bulged from the force and depth of the translucent invader that spread her pussy lips apart and provided a view into Olivia’s pussy.

A momentary pause lasted just long enough for Olivia’s brain to begin to grasp what happened before the thrusts resumed with the speed and depth unmatched by humans. In and out, in and out, in and out, Olivia’s pussy and womb were smashed relentlessly.

“AAAHN!! OOOAAAAHHH!” Olivia thrashed in the air, clawing at her own body while in the grip of an invisible entity that held her around her ribs, just below her breasts. A pounding that would quickly become unbearable for a regular woman, quickly drove Olivia to the best orgasm since she awoke.

“YEEEEEEEEEEEESSS!” Olivia moaned in ecstasy, remembering what true sex was supposed to feel like. What true orgasms were felt like. She embraced the maddening mix of pain and pleasure that she long with a smile on her face, knowing that the best was yet to come.

“STOP IT!!” Beatrice screamed at Merillia while desperately trying to break free from an invisible, crushing grip. “Let her go!!”

“Why?” Merillia asked with a tinge of annoyance. “Because you said so? Even though I gave this girl exactly what she wanted? Look at how happy she is! She finally reconnected with the true bliss that every woman has a right to experience! I ask you again: why would you deprive her of that? Of something that she can no longer live without. Something that you clearly are incapable of providing! Oh! Of course! Fufufu, jealous, are we?”