Hopeful Sin Ch 04

Filliandari

Hours later, utterly spent but still cuddling, the pounding on the doors was becoming unignorable, and Eris sighed. "I could live in this dungeon with you forever with no regrets," he informed the panting demigoddess.

"Mmmh...." it could only be a moan of agreement from the nearly unconscious priestess, as she curled her body closer to him, grinding her wet mound against his leg. The pounding on the door was only an echo of the pounding of her heart in her ears, and for once, she didn't care about absolutely anything, finding a freedom she'd never known in surrendering to Eris.

"Should we continue, before they breach the door, or should we exit so you may return to your duties... both to your people... and for me?" He grinned as he reminded her of her scandalous shopping list.

She shivered at the sinful reminder, but more powerful was the distinct wash of

depression

that the idea of returning to life outside, where responsibility and duty would take over and... she would be all of this behind. "I want to stay," the words were quiet, with a hint of a plea behind them.

Eris rose and pulled Filli to her feet, his hot hand reaching down to idly play with her blonde curls, all sense of modesty or propriety long since vanished between them, "After the next floor boss, I am going to have you mount my face and lick my cock while I suck on your clit. But you won't be allowed to cum until I do," he informed her before reluctantly releasing her and going for his clothes.

Filli had been staring up at him, utterly lost in his red eyes, and it took a few moments for her to collect enough of her wits to follow his example and go for her own armor and clothing.

As she pulled on her panties, he was inspecting the hoard while putting on his pants. "Oh... Oh this is perfect!" He reached in and pulled up a plate bikini bottom. No doubt a themed set from this dungeon.

Its appearance pulled a reflexive sigh of exasperation as she muttered, "Demons."

Then she paused, a silly expression of conflicting confusion twisting her face as it immediately occurred to her that she was just very, very intimate with a demon spawn so... could she still really criticize?

Eris grinned and bounded over, helping to sway her judgment as he handed the plate panties to her and told her, "You should skip the robe. It just hinders your movement." He kissed her cheek as he said so, then made an over dramatic show of stretching and pulling to put on his front fastening leather armor.

Filli watched him, another shiver rippling through her, before she managed to tear her eyes away and pulled on the plate panties along with her already acquired bra, then stuffed her robe into her backpack. She'll need it once it's time to return to the surface.

Plate boots, top, and bottoms. She looked to be the striking image of slutmog, a derogatory term for a slutty outfit monger. However, Eris was staring at her with such lustful, boyish glee that maybe it was worth it. Filli blushed at the expression, ducking her head and thinking that she'd felt less naked while she was wearing nothing and she shyly asked, "Shall we...?" while waving at the door to continue.

He led the way confidently, since he knew the enemies would ignore him once she stepped onto the floor. But when they reached the bottom of the spiraling stairs there was... nothing. Silence deafened them and a long dark corridor yawned before them.

"Hmm... fourth level of a mid-tier dungeon. This area is at our own risk. So, stronger monsters, but... I don't see anything."

Even through the silence, FIlli still felt the anger and resentment of the creatures in the dungeon, but not the excited, murderous yells that would usually herald a swarm.

"There are creatures here," she assured him, though she was certainly puzzled by the lack of an immediate attack, "But they're... different. Maybe this was a mistake..."

"I defer to your wisdom. But as soon as we left the boss's room we lost the free teleport out. We'd have to fight our way back. But we could press on, clear the floor, and call this our end. After all, we can yield some of the loot hoard to secure tokens to return to the same floor."

Filli's head dipped in a small nod, "We can try," her eyes were on him and only him. She knew she could survive, but him? He was vulnerable. "Maybe I should go in front?"

Eris snorted, shaking his head, "I would not have you fall into a spike trap and lose your virginity to anyone but me! Fear not, my Filly, we go forth!" He started down the hall, his eyes roving the walls and floors with expert awareness.

Filli followed with caution, not wanting to distract him with arguing that she had more experience with dungeon delving and without his expert gaze to protect her, but... the utter lack of swarming mobs had her on edge, and she set her focus on keeping an eye on their surroundings to watch for an ambush, and it was a good thing she did.

The shadows and their demon masters attacked from the walls that Eris was so sure were not trapped. They floated ethereally into the room and fell upon the duo. They quickly discovered the same thing Eris did. Entering her space was a very bad idea as their souls were rendered into nothingness inside her aura. As she turned her holy powers on them, fiend and undead alike were utterly devastated.

Eris did not fare as well against their attacks, however. Life-leeching necrotic attacks withered him down. His fire spells dealt well with the shadows, but neither fire nor ice affected the shadow demons.

Suddenly, the voices were back in force. Screaming for her to lose everything, as they have. That was when Filli noticed the enemy were not focusing on her for a change, rather they were attacking her just enough to keep her busy. Distracted.

Suddenly infuriated and refusing to lose what she'd finally gained after such crippling loneliness, even if the form was less than ideal for her position, Filli went on the offensive, shaping her area spells to go around

her

demon spawn. The spells were far more draining on her power, but she would

not

lose him!

His offensive power overwhelmed the enemy and minutes later the hall was clear but for their disintegrating remains. The drained tiefling smiled ruefully at her, commenting, "I am so glad you enjoy me ravaging your body. That would have sucked."

"Just a small reminder that I'm not a damsel. Just a virgin." Filli smiled a little, swaying from the drain.

Eris rushed over to her, heedless of his own injuries, and held Filli close to steady her. Her lack of real clothes let her feel his warmth, almost as well as him being on top of her. Or her being on top of him. Or kneeling in front of him. Or kneeling with him behind her. Her mind drifted back to the last boss's room, something not helped as his fingers traced her plate bottoms or when his lips gently kissed her ears as he nibbled them.

Filli shivered, her eyes closing as his closeness felt almost like a drug, clouding her mind, so that it took far longer than it should have for her to remember they were still in the middle of a dungeon, not behind the safety of a boss's door, and she whispered with a tilt of uncertainty to her voice, "We should... keep moving?"

His hand forced itself into her bottoms and squeezed firmly as he answered, "We should. The sooner we are done, the sooner we can get rid of the ridiculous amount of clothes you are wearing."

With a grunt, Eris pulled away. Now he stayed in the middle of the wall, dagger at the ready, a hand raised with a small fire sparking in the palm, ready to fire at his attackers.

Filli followed behind, ready to come to his defense with the tables now turned and the focus reversed... for whatever reason. Perhaps they didn't like that he was helping her, she pondered, or these creatures were simply more resilient to the compulsion that drove every other creature to swarm her. She had never delved so deeply into a dungeon before, not when she was alone, so it was difficult to say one way or the other.

They encountered several similar ambushes while continuing through the dark corridors. Incorporeal undead and ethereal demons were apparently the theme of this floor. After several hours of fighting, though, they realized they would not be able to finish the floor before they exhausted their resources. Not an uncommon occurrence in higher level dungeons.

"I am down to cantrips, my sweet Honey Pot. You can't be faring much better. If not for my Resist Light spell for later being innate, I would have given up hope for despair long ago."

Filli closed her eyes. She'd been praying that they were close, for at least the last half hour, the drain of protecting both herself and Eris being greater than simply protecting herself. "We shouldn't have pushed forward. Going into the depths without a true group is virtually suicide for..." for mortals. For people who weren't divinely immortalized. For him.

"..lesser people, yes. But fear not, Filly, I shall protect thine divine ass. And, as fate would have it, I will need the rest of you to enjoy it, so you are safe. What we need now is a safe-er room. Just to catch our breath. Next treasure room we find, we rest for an hour."

Filli nodded a bit, not sharing his confidence, but not wanting to show it. Her hands glowed as she readied yet another spell for the inevitable combat ahead.

An hour later, the last bearded devil had fallen in the treasure room. There were a few coins and potions, but nothing impressive. Eris rolled out his bedroll and sat down, telling Filli, "When we defeat the boss...I'm... right in your...zzzzzz...." her champion nodded off where he sat, too spent to finish undoubtedly lecherous thoughts.

Filli smiled at him, and closed her own eyes, across the room from Eris and facing the door, resting her eyes, but not falling asleep.

There was a slight pop near the door and then a rapidly hissed whisper, "Shoot not the messenger!"

Her eyes snapped open, and she saw an imp hovering there, hands outstretched as it pleaded for its life. The creature could have remained invisible. It was certainly no threat to someone of her skill. So, it must have had something very important to say to Filli, and its whisper indicated it wanted to talk to her alone.

Filli's hand glowed in clear threat, but she also didn't want to wake Eris, though more for wanting to give him some time to rest. "Deliver your message and begone," she quietly commanded the fiend, with all of her divine authority in her soft voice.

"The Great Dark Master, Lord of the Abyss, God of Demons, King of Devils, Dominator of Maidens..." the titles certainly brought back memories, none of them particularly pleasant. This also looked like it could go on for some time... "Temptation of Sinners and Saints, Corruptor of Virtue..."

"I said deliver your message, not bore me to tears," Filli snapped, a little louder than she intended.

Eris grunted, shifting in his bag, but not awakening, "The Master remembers what you did. The Master stirs. Return to the surface and suffer in your solitude, so you may know his suffering. If you get to live, so does he. And he remembers you."

"Your master holds no power over me and has no authority over me. I've suffered in solitude long enough. Begone, messenger, before I decide I don't care for niceties."

The imp bowed and vanished. "I care for nice titties," Eris mumbled in his sleep.

Filli didn't get much rest over the next hour, anger boiling in her belly. As if she hadn't suffered these last centuries, same as that cursed fiend! How dare he feel justified in demanding she be alone for eternity, because he got too power hungry, and she had to be the "lucky" one to end his reign!

Eris woke up after the hour had passed, blinking and sitting up abruptly. "Shit. Was I good in bed at least?" he yawned while stretching.

"It's only been an hour." Filli answered, some residual anger still in her voice, though her face softened as she looked at him.

"I lasted an hour? No wonder my mind blanked out. So you were that good, impressive. Well then. We should be off. I have recovered some of my power. I am healed and rested. And now the fiends be damned!" He opened the door... into an empty corridor. The voices were silent once more, like they tended to be when they had cleared the minions. But they had not been so quiet when the pair entered this room.

Filli raised and grabbed Eris's arm, pulling him back in and closing the door. "Eris... Wait. You need to be serious for a moment, because I need to tell you something serious." She had considered it between bursts of anger... if the Demon Lord was really stirring and wanted to get back at her personally, he was in danger without all of the information.

Eris put a finger on her lips. "I know..." and for a moment she thought he must have been feigning sleep, before he finished, ".. and I like you a lot, but love is a little premature after two days..."

She smacked his hand away with a flare of anger, snapping, "Eris! The Demon Lord is awakening, and he doesn't like me being around you!"

He looked at her earnestly, clearly waiting for her to continue to the point.

Now Filli's brow furrowed, "He wants me to be alone, to not... be with anyone like I was with you before... you could be in incredible danger, Eris..."

A slow smirk curled his lips, and he gently said, "My sweet Filly. My life is forfeit, above and below. Surely you understand your curse a bit more, right? I can touch you by protecting myself from the Light. Imagine what we could do if I was immune? You were meant to be some celestial plaything... So, really, nothing much has changed for me," he laughed.

Filli was utterly bemused by his nonchalance, and asked, "Why? Why is it worth the risk for you? I'm not exactly good at... any of this, there must be better partners for you..."

"Because you are insanely hot and a five-hundred-year-old virgin. The surface has always hated me for what I am, much like you did. The Inquisition has always watched me, waiting for an excuse to banish me. Dungeon delving is inherently dangerous already. I mean it literally; my lot has not changed much. If I am going to be branded a heretic on the surface and threatened with banishment, can you think of a better reason than making the Champion of Light scream my name with her ankles pinned near her ears and my cock buried balls deep in her?"

Filli's expression, which had been growing increasingly incredulous through his speech, went perfectly blank at the final graphic image as desire surged through her in an overpowering sweep that had her knees weakening. She swallowed. Finally, the only defense she could think of was, "I didn't hate you."

"Nah, you call all your friends demon spawn," he kissed her on the lips, dragging a fingernail down her spine, then returned to the door, asking "Think we got them all?" as he headed out.

"I doubt it. And you weren't exactly making it easy to like you, immediately comparing me to the whores you've known," she answered after recollecting her scattered wits.

"I recognized you from the streets. Throngs of people following you to get a drink. Or a bite to eat. I swear there was a line to smell your chamber pot when you were done. At first, I thought you were eating it all up. Then I noticed how sad you looked. I figured you were tired of the adoration."

"They don't adore me. They adore their perception of me," Filli corrected, indeed sounding sad, "But I do have a duty to them. The Hope Bringer, Paragon of Purity, Vanquisher of the Darkness..." she looked at him, "If they saw us together, you'd be crucified."

"Indeed. So, we will have to be... discreet. And considering your... enthusiasm... means we should get a gag if we are going to meet in town," he grinned, continuing down the eerily quiet hall.

Filli blushed again, before the hollow sound of their footsteps dragged her back to the here and now. "Eris... if we haven't cleared all of the mobs, that could mean that they're all gathered at the boss for a massive attack."

"Well, we usually fight them all at once anyway. Makes fireball and flamestrike more effective too. Sounds good to me."

"True." she sighed and fell silent to focus on their surroundings. Maybe they'd found a way to cloak themselves from her?

Wandering through the halls they were confronted by nothing else and before they knew it, they were standing before a massive pair of obsidian doors. "You ready?"

Bracing herself, Filli's hands began to glow as she prepared a spell. "Ready."

Eris pushed open the doors before them, revealing the massive boss chamber. The room was dark and large enough for the shadows to conceal the walls, even with their darkvision. As they advanced carefully inside, the doors slammed shut behind them.

The braziers in the chamber flared to life, and a trio of Angels descended from the ceiling. If Angels had hell blacked feathery wings, black plate armor, and blazing red eyes. Each wielded a great sword that blazed with a different elemental power.

Erinyes, the Dark Lord's force commanders. While not as powerful as pit fiends or other greater Devils, they were True Devils. Tactically brilliant, and fanatically loyal to their master. One of them would have been appropriate for this floor. Three... three was too much.

Render your companion unconscious, False Hero, submit to us, and he will be dumped outside alive.

The lead Erinyes, a blonde woman with fierce violet eyes, commanded silently in Filli's mind in a tone that brooked no discussion. The threat was clear.

A sheaf of blood-stained parchment appeared before her, alone with a needle with which to prick her finger. Ahead of her, unaware, Eris swallowed and lowered himself into a combat stance in front of Filli. "I suppose a five-way is out of the question."

Filli's hackles rose at the threat and derogatory title for her, but she was not so foolish as to act on wounded pride alone. She gave no verbal answer, and kept her hands away from the parchment, though she scanned over it to see if there were any further conditions or if the vague and unacceptable "submit to us" was all she would agree to should she prick her finger.

The contract spelled out in exacting detail that the trio of devils would summon minions to take the unconscious Eris out of the dungeon via the closest exit and dump him there without rendering further harm, unless he awakened and they need to subdue him again, in which case they would in a non-lethal manner.

If

Filli would allow herself to be physically bound by the Erinyes and remain in their custody.

Eris, whose body she was intimately familiar with, was coiling, ready to pounce, and her jaw clenched, an internal debate raging, but what it came down to was, even if she saved Eris and begged him to take the knowledge of the Demon Lord's stirring to the surface to warn those in positions of power that the dungeons would be growing dangerous under his influence, no one would believe a tiefling. Worse, if he spoke even a word of her own fate, he would be blamed and either killed or worse. It was a message she must deliver on her own.

Her glowing hands rose, and she released her spell in a wave of light that left Eris untouched as it surged for the Erinyes.

They screeched like hawks and took to the air, scattering in three directions as the spell hit the speaker. The contract burst into flames and Eris followed her lead, striking out at the same target, a wind spell to blast her against the wall before leaping in with his daggers.

The other two split. One sheathed herself in dark flames that blunted the worst of her holy attacks and launched herself at Filli. The other dove, sword first, for Eris' back.

Holy guardians sprang up around Filli, as she screamed, "Behind you!" to Eris.