Chapter 13

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

“Yes, yes, yes,” Garnet moaned as the basilisk licked and lapped at her pussy. “Oh, just like that. Get that tongue in me! Kweh, heh, heh, you’re going to make me cum! You naughty basilisk!”

The basilisk hissed with reptilian delight. Her forked tongue fluttered around in the succubus’s cunt, making Garnet feel so good. This was how a fight should go. Cracking a whip and then enjoying the monster girl’s hungry licking.

Crimson wings fluttered. Garnet moaned, her hips wiggling to grind her snatch on the monster girl’s mouth. Her head tossed from side to side, her black pigtails swaying about her face. She groaned, her orgasm hurtling closer and closer with every lick.

She grabbed the back of the basilisk’s head, feathery hairs tickling her palms. “Just like that, slutty basilisk. Ooh, my little lizard-whore, get that tongue as deep as possible and ... and ... You’re tickling my cervix!”

The fluttering touch of that long, forked tongue on her cervix had pleasure exploding in Garnet. The succubus’s tail slashed the air behind her. Wings fluttered. Her moans echoed over the village as her pussy cream gushed out of her.

The naughty succubus bucked through her orgasm. Waves of pleasure washed through her body. She trembled from the passion of this moment. She loved every second of it. She groaned as the basilisk drank all her yummy juices.

“Yes, yes, yes, you’re such a good lizard-girl!” moaned the succubus. “Ooh, yes, yes, you made me cum so hard and—”

She saw her big brother marching up to her, his robes crimson with his blood around a hole punched through the fabric. She squeaked in shock as he drew back his spear and slammed it into the basilisk’s back. She had never seen him looking so furious in his life.

The basilisk screamed and then melted away.

“I was cumming, big bro!” she gasped. “Why did you do that? I could have had more fun with her. You could have, too! We could have fucked her together, big bro!”

“Halia’s petrified,” he growled.

Garnet’s red eyes widened. The black whip in her right hand fell from her grip and dissolved into shadows before it reached the ground. Her entire body quivered. Her red wings hugged about her torso as she rocked in place.

“No,” she groaned. “Not Halia. She ... You can fix her?”

Her big brother sagged. “I don’t know.”

She threw herself at him. She hugged him tight, holding to her big brother. His arms slowly went around her. He rocked her as she felt his pain. Halia was so amazing. Garnet loved her.

Surely my big brother can save her!

A dozen people had been petrified besides Halia.

The villagers were moving around, staring in shock. Some were hugging the statutes of their loved ones and crying. Others looked stunned. The husband to the woman and her child stared with broken horror at his petrified family.

“I’m going to restore them!” I shouted to the people, my surviving monster girls around me. I had healed my mother’s wounds. “People of Astovin, this shall be avenged. The dungeon builder who did this, Lord Ziamili and his twin, will face justice for their crimes. Your loved ones who were petrified will be restored to life!”

There had to be a way to save them. I glanced at Halia. There had to be a way.

“I will do whatever it takes!” I promised them. “I will see these lands protected from every dungeon builder. I will teach them not to come here. That Astovin and its people deserve to live in peace and prosperity.”

The villagers stared at me. Some had blank faces, unreadable, while others stewed with anger, resenting me like I had caused this. Others had hope, especially those girls I had rescued from Jindag’s foul clutches. The mayor stared at me with dead eyes.

I realized that they were used to atrocities befouling them. That the deprivations caused by dungeon builders were the reality that the simple people of this world labored under. It was terrible. My hands clenched in fury. My knuckles throbbed white.

“Let’s find a place where they can wait for their cure out of the weather,” I said. “They will be fixed. That is my promise to all of you.”

Mayor Bevlin started organizing the transportation of the poor people. I went to Halia’s statue. I would take her back to my dungeon and keep her safe until I knew how to fix her. Fury beat in my heart. This simmering rage at the twins.

I spotted Orvain, the Priest of Light who ministered to Astovin. He wore brown robes and I could see the golden chain of his amulet vanishing beneath his clothes. I marched over to him. He lifted his sad face.

“I can do nothing for them, Lord Leo,” he said, shaking his head. “It is not in the Lord or Lady of Light to restore their flesh.”

“But it is possible?” I asked, my heart clenching tight.

“You vowed to fix them without knowing how?” The priest arched an eyebrow.