The group of four just sat around a burning fire spending the rest of the day just chatting around the fire. Mostly just cuddling or in the case of the ‘adults’ feeling eachother up but also everyone was eating the plentiful amount of meat – it was only ready to quickly thanks to Eel being able to suck out all their blood. Usually so much blood would be enough for someone her size but she wasn’t as small as she seemed; even if she hadn’t achieved it her trueform should be expected to be at least a couple meters long and thicc.
There was also the question of if a half-bunny would eat this much meat but apparently she required a lot of protein for tonight. The half-goblin’s and dragon’s meat eating needn’t be mentioned.
In this regard, there was one obvious anomaly was a sleeping succubus-cow hybrid who would just be snuggled into Eel’s lap. Using Eel’s thighs as a pillow as she would be sleeping face down with her breathing long turned soft and her tail having popped out at some point – happily waving about at a constant pace except for when Eel occasionally fondled her ears at which point it would speed up. The reason for her not eating was rather simple – she didn’t eat.
Succubus’ by their nature were beings of thought not body unlike many think due to their ‘carnal’ nature – they were born between the current and past rulers of the endless plane of {The Dreamscape}. Although only half their bloodline was demons and many showed them little respect they were in fact Noble Demons; thanks to her inherited memories Eel may have known that as a whole that strength wasn’t too impressive it was still the strongest ‘base’ strength for a demon.
If a demon wanted to reach those higher evolutions they’d have to rely on themselves.
<Her succubus bloodline is at the very least as strong as my Bloodleaf bloodline according to the stats she is gifted upon each level… Perhaps just weaker than that of my High-Dragon bloodline?>
This brought a smile to the little Hero’s face as she bit into a skewered meat while patting Emily’s head. Enjoying the soft breath of the sleepy cow on her thighs while eating the well earned meat of the wolves. Her soft voice carried out – almost as if afraid to awaken the girl resting on her legs.
“If you have so much potential I needn’t worry about one day surpassing you – I’ve heard it’s lonely to be too strong so I don’t want to be the strongest but as a dragon how can I abandon my treasures?” <Eel>
A golden gleam produced a slitted pupil in her otherwise hazy grey with a gently gold gleam; a crimson rim encircling it all. In those eyes she held an unconcealed obsession that was quite common within dragons but there was something new. Before her eyes were obviously draconic as one would expect but now they held a certain craftiness that they didn’t hold before – if she knew this herself she may attribute it to why she let that wolf go away as the pride of a dragon would never consider a weak enemy possibly possessing a threat to them in the future.
A smug foxy grin appeared on her face as she softly lowered her head down to kiss the base of those floppy ears while taking in the scent of this cow.
“I’ll require enough strength to ensure nobody can endanger you but enough to still have fun while hunting – truly troublesome but I suppose I can plan-” <Eel>
She seemed to realize soon enough at the shocking statement coming out of her mouth.
<Since when do I plan? Am I possessed… No, it should be my bloodlines that affect my nature like how becoming a spirit made me more lazy and awakening dragons more made me ferocious. I suppose they were known for being crafty creatures but I didn’t plan to actually..
Well plan.
Is this a good thing? I mean – I’ve always left detailed plans up to others and always intended to do so but I suppose I have decided to meld somewhat into humans and only snake demons beat a human maliciousness. Was that offensive to my uncle Jourmengander? Perhaps… URGH! THINKING IS HARD!>
Shocking everyone at the campsite, Eel suddenly began to slam her fists against her head and growl – her fangs on full display as she grinded them against each other to show her dissatisfaction. The unusual sound of teeth grinding against each other unconsciously made Emily who was actually still awake (though daydreaming as she’s prone to do) to shiver as she recalled her own inherited memories. An action she was reminded again and again to remember as dissatisfaction was this very noise – the sound of fangs grinding.
Meanwhile the other two just looked across the fire in confusion as one second Eel was doing her usual ‘look at me, I look like a prince charming and will now proceed to make you swoon’ only to turn into a savage. But in truth this could be said to be an exact description of the conflict going on within her.
“Could it be her bloodlines are starting ta fight each other!” <Fuka>
“How know about that?” <Lyada>
Lyada was as calm as ever and just looked on in wonder at how Fuka could know something about that.
“Well light magic requires some knowledge about ta body ‘n’ I was told that a mixed blood should know about this information since it’s very important we know the signs. The stronger the bloodlines the more likely they will begin to conflict with each other. I mean, ya obviously know about this stuff as well.” <Fuka>
“…” <Lyada>
“Lyada you know about this right…” <Fuka>
“Beast-kin different.” <Lyada>
Lyada nodded her head with confidence only to receive a sharp slap across the back of her head as she was about to receive a scolding from Fuka about endangering herself in such a dumb way both were interrupted.
“Beth is fine – her bloodlines are perfectly balanced and seems to have been personally managed similarly to me… That’s to say by a greater power, otherwise there is no way she could be born as a humanoid and contain the power after her awakening…” <Emily>
Looking at how calm Emily stood up and looked at Eel made Fuka believe this little girl likely knew more than she was letting on. But she just closed her eyes and shook her eyes pretending not to see it despite Fuka being good at reading someone if nothing else. This was also the reason she didn’t question Emily – she knew the girl had almost the same level of obsession with Eel as a dragon does their treasured princess’.
The legend of a dragon kidnapping a princess wasn’t unfounded as they valued treasures more than any other race. Their greediness is only beaten by humans where their redeeming feature being they refuse to steal an owned treasure through petty tricks. Often they won’t stoop to taking someone else’s treasure at all… Of course, they were also prideful and if they truly believed that something should be theirs they would lock them up in their den with them.
Not all dragons are the same and as for Eel…
“She’s just not used to using her brain too much so has a headache…” <Emily>
Softly patting Eel’s head before sitting down and guiding her to rest her head on her thighs – Eel of course was very obedient even if she wasn’t thinking straight due to her head aching. The little cow gently caressed Eel’s forehead while the other took advantage of the situation to feel up that muscular yet slender back; a little bit of a saliva leaking from the sides of her mouth as her sleepy eyes have never looked so awake.
Meanwhile the pair of ‘adults’ just did a spit take before deciding not to worry about the strange pair.
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As the darkness reigned the pair of demon & Hero had long since passed out in their position. A good thing as well as they wouldn’t be able to get sleep regularly due to the sloppy sound of flesh on flesh from the tent. The heavy musky aroma of carnal pleasure flowed out along with the grunts and moans of a couple intertwined in those very pleasures.
Fuka was bent over with her face planted in the ground and ass pointing upwards – her hands held one asscheek each as she spread them wide open for tonight’s guest who seemed right at home. Rapidly entering and exiting her experienced asspussy with no remorse or semblence of what could be called ‘gentle’ but neither cared for it.
That hole which had experienced worse was already plentifully lubed up with the baby batter from the other times they’d already gone at it.
Lyada had one hand gripping that tail at the back to tightly reign Fuka as if it was a leash while the second was already three fingers deep into her p****. These fingers were curled up and occasionally used the grip she had on these slippery walls to pull and push Fuka on her throbbing slab.
Few words were exchanged between the pair but they were far from silent. Their mouths hang open and each others saliva adorned their lips as did Lyada’s c**. Gasps of pleasure escaped the half goblin as she had a red haze across her cheeks and even the usually calm Lyada had some crimson as she panted for breath. As if bored from the slowly diminishing pace Fuka suddenly slammed her rear back against Lyada causing her to fall back onto her own rear.
Before the Bunny could react that asshole claimed her c*** hungrily as Fuka now sat right atop her balls while giving a toothy grin.
“We’re not done till you fill every inch of my hungry asshole~!” <Fuka>
Lyada didn’t seem to mind being on the passive and merely wrapped that ponytail around her arm as Fuka took control of their pace. This pace is already far faster than the previous one but not matching up to the pace they started with at the beginning of the knight – she was a paladin not a spell-sword after all with their speedy approach to combat.
She preferred something with a bit more power~!
*Slchap!**Slchap!**Splurt!**Slchap!**Splurt!**Splurt!**Slchap!**Splurt!*
“Mmm~ let’s end there before I empty ya out before we can get ta our next batch of local milk tanks – don’t wanna waste my rations~!” <Fuka>
“*sigh*.” <Lyada>
Lyada just lazily spread out over the ground not bothering to clean up – neither was anywhere close to a shy little girl as anyone could guess. Fuka also didn’t make any move to ‘unsheath’ as c** leaked down from her asshole and down the fat c***; she did lower herself to lie her head upon Lyada’s arm though.
“Loose.” <Lyada>
Softly caressing Fuka’s perky ass while saying this causing Fuka to lightly hit her stomach in revenge.
“Maybe but ya fookin’ love it!” <Fuka>
“Mmm – easy to enter…” <Lyada>
The pair was silent for a second – just basking in the afterglow of their night exercise routine. Not moving despite literally being connected at the hips. This silence was soon broken by Fuka as she gazed up at Lyada.
“So what do ya think about the munchkin trio?” <Fuka>
“They suit each other…” <Lyada>
“How so…” <Fuka>
“All crazy obsessed with each other. Emily do anything for Elizabeth, Elizabeth same. Leaf watch from distance like stalker arranging everything.” <Lyada>
“… It may be correct but ya don’t need to put it like that.” <Fuka>
Lyada just softly shrugged and Fuka shook her head with a sigh. Lyada certainly was honest to a fault but she was the one Fuka decided on regardless of her faults. Thinking about the slightly clueless Lyada – Fuka couldn’t help but grin while snuggling up – closing her eyes and soon the pair joined the pair outside with their steady breaths as they peacefully ended their first day off their journey… Kind of.
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Some distance away from Shanta city a caramel skinned girl would be in a forest on the border of the famous mountain range. A mad grin on her face as she kept readjusting her reading glasses while holding her other hand up towards a collection of rocks – threads of dark magic slowly leaked out to intertwine around the rocks. Her gaze not focused on the rocks that occasionally jumped up now and again but instead on the book in front of her which she had placed on a podium of rock along with an ink pot she constantly dipped into with her second set of hands – one of which gently held the podium and the other a quill. The last set of hands posed on her chin and behind her back like she was thinking about something deeply – her cloth like white wings giving her the impression of some kind of researcher as they formed a cloak.
Her voice was beautiful and held an authority but it almost felt like a child playing pretend – it didn’t feel ‘real’. Soon enough the other pair of hands burst into dark clouds as her skin tone lightened to a white while a devious grin appeared on her face
“Golemancy certainly is a complex art – creating a whole new creature with a few threads of spirit and a dash of qi… To call it life would be a falsity but what am I if not a mere false? With this my army will soon reach another level of power – all that is left it exploring all the possibilities involved with this field of magic. This suits me just fine so go on my new minions of darkness, show your Demon Lord what mine legions can accomplish Mwahahaha~!” <Promicarus>
With this the rocks began to shake vigorously as they took form into what could only be called small but sharp stone insects of the millipede family. Stones merged and rocks broke apart all to form hundreds if not thousands – showing that this girl wasn’t just a pretty face losing herself in her monologue.
Though, she didn’t waste this opportunity.
“Yes, yes! My children come from your eternal slumber to heed my will! Only I would come up with the obviously simply yet genius idea of not wasting materials on making huge golems of blunt force but little stone golems – sturdy as their larger counterparts but far more light and deadly with their ability to be unassuming but lethal! Now all that is left is to test their parameters before refining and discussing what went right and what went wrong – with that, go my children! Show your master your worth Mwahahaha~!” <Promicarus>
With a wave of the hand which held her chin she launched the fierce army of insect golems of various shapes, sizes and number of legs into the wider world.
