Deviant's Faith

Navigating the labyrinthine tunnels of the underground mountain complex was a challenge to almost everybody when they went to the areas they were not very familiar with. Especially since large sections of the network were only illuminated by glowing moss and the locals kept taking it for various purposes.

Nino felt a moment of relief when the temperature around her began to rise and the sounds of the forge rang along the corridor. The path from where she lived to her destination had been relatively straightforward. But still, she had not been able to stop thinking about how humiliating it would have been if she had needed to beg or bargain to get guided to the forge.

"What are you doing here?" were the sharp but a bit surprised words that greeted Nino. Zion and a few of the other new acolytes were standing around a large metal door. All wore their usual black robes like she did.

"Receiving my weapon," Nino voiced. She tried to walk past the group but they moved to block her. Not that she could have moved past them since the door to the forge was closed.

"That demon hurt your brain or something? We all know you did not ascend," one of the acolytes flared. Nino did not even bother dignifying him by remembering his name.

"I did, envoy of the Holy Lord even invited me to come here," Nino shrugged. There would have been no way she would have bothered to make this trip without actually being summoned.

"That makes no sense, you did not take the lord's essence, so you are still weak," Zion voiced. The veins on his face were a bit darker than before and there was a weird tint to his eyes. But when he lunged for a quick strike to grab Nino's shoulder, she easily stepped to avoid it and even slammed her fist into his chest hard enough to make him fall back.

"You were saying?" Nino asked with a sigh. Despite the anger on Zion's face, he moved to create distance between the two.

"Are you some special pet then? What are you?" Zion flared. And even if Nino did not really know the answer to that, she was not sure if she even cared anymore. She had a source of power that seemed more than strong enough to match her peers.

"The same rank as you as far as I'm aware, so I don't need to listen to you, if you can't even beat me," Nino voiced. During the encounter, the noises coming from the forge had lessened and the door was suddenly pushed open.

"What are you bickering about?" a tall bald man wearing a leather apron asked with a low tone. He had a rugged but somewhat friendly face.

"We were sent to acquire our spirit weapons," Zion nodded. The other Acolytes gathered behind him with partially lowered heads like they were not sure if they should show respect to this smith.

"Come in, we have just enough time to set things up," the smith nodded. "Just call for Malik, that being me if the others are being too unreasonable."

The group of acolytes entered the forge. It was not the biggest cave they had ever seen but it definitely was one of the most cramped and heated. All kinds of glowing metal and stone constructs filled the space. They were connected with long chimneys and pipes to the ceiling. Not that Nino had much time to look at them as she was swarmed by a group of bald men wearing leather aprons.

"Hey there, looking for a high-class weapon?" the first smith asked with a wide smile. Though he was immediately shoved a bit aside by the second.

"Not from you, his creations break to dust on their own," the second smith grinned. "One of my creations is used by a venerated master."

"And how much a weapon from you would cost me?" Nino asked. After the initial rush, several of the smiths headed to bargain with the other acolytes. Like they had decided to not compete with the others for one reason or the other.

"Just sleep with me one night," the smith nodded.

"I'm fine with one hour," the other smith offered. All of them had clear signs of different stages of the Holy Lord's blessing on their muscles and veins so Nino thought at least their seed should be decent.

"You just want to fuck me?" Nino asked with a head tilt. Even if she picked one of these guys for such a deal, she had no idea how exactly to pick the best one.

"I can do it for two hundred pearls," another smith offered. Nino had trouble even imagining that amount of pearls, she had not even seen that many in all of her life. Novices were not usually paid from any task and the ones she had seen had been someone else bragging how they had found or got one.

"Like any new acolyte had that," a smith grunted and the others laughed a bit.

"Okay, all of you scram, we don't have time for this, so let me handle this," Malik boomed and he came closer while almost pushing the other smiths away. The others dispersed without complaints so easily that Nino immediately got a bit worried about what was going on.

"So here's my offer, go fetch me these things from the warehouses, and I can make you a perfectly decent sword," Malik offered and he opened the scroll he held in his hand. On it was written barely ten things and some of them Nino had never seen before.

"This is all?" Nino asked as she took the scroll.

"Tell me it's an easy job when you come back," Malik shrugged.

"Fine, where do I go?" Nino voiced. Malik was clearly in some high position among the smiths and if she refused his offer, chances were she would only get even worse offers from there on and she might never get even a decent spirit weapon.

"That door over there," Malik waved and Nino headed for it after a nod. He did not even wish her good luck and instead headed to talk with the others. But no matter how bad of a feeling Nino got, she headed for the door and went in.

Once on the other side, it became immediately clear the warehouses were a large network of tunnels filled with boxes, cabinets, and various other containers. All of them had weird markings that reminded Nino of the ones next to the list in her scroll. So she opened the scroll and began figuring out the labeling scheme. Even though some of the marks on the containers were almost familiar, the characters were something she had never seen before, like it used some code. So she headed deeper while trying to find matching symbols from the scroll.

The warehouse tunnels created a weird interlocking maze of tilted squares. Like someone had been digging into the stone and earth with a clear purpose of making it hard to see past the next set of corners. Nino kept navigating through the maze as straight of a line as she could but when she tried to get back, she still failed to find the door she had just used.

Nino was more than willing to admit she had done a minor mistake but when she tried to correct it, she still failed to find the door. Even the crates looked different than before so she somehow had managed to take the wrong turn. But no matter how hard she tried to map the area in her mind, things just kept changing after three turns.

Even when Nino tried to dash with speed to backtrack three turns, things had changed. But when she tried to just peek behind the same corner repeatedly, no changes happened. Like the three corner turns rule was somehow absolute to change things. Though when she began seeing familiar crate placements, she began using them as a marker.

It took a while but eventually, Nino managed to find a path that seemingly led somewhere. So she kept following it until she saw a door. She did not even think twice before opening it and rushing through. But on the other side, it took her only moments to register the large forge room filled with demons.

Hundreds of red-skinned and very muscular horned imps were working all kinds of mechanical and stone constructs. Nino took a stance to defend herself but nobody in the hall seemed to pay any attention to her. And all of them kept working with an eerie silence that was only broken by the metallic sounds from the devices.

"Greetings, is your master available?" Nino asked. It did not take her long to realize every single demon she saw was bound to the devices they worked with chains. It gave her certain courage to move away from the door to see if other doors were located behind the big clacking metal devices.

Besides just guessing everything in the hall being related to forging and metals, Nino had no idea what individual constructs were doing. Some of them had more moving parts than others and some were just weird stone ovens. But one simple device kept attracting her attention.

A large donut-shaped stone was being rotated on a metal pedestal by four imps. All of them were bound with chains to the poles that were sticking out of the stone. The hole in the middle was filled with all kinds of wooden crafts, fans, and other miscellaneous objects. And the only common thing between them seemed to be that they looked very old or straight-up broken. But what fascinated Nino the most, was the oven-like hole in the pedestal that contained a bowl of glittering dust. She even crouched down to see more of the dust slowly fall from above like the objects above were literally being ground to dust.

Nino could not even explain it to herself but the dust looked a bit delicious. Like she somehow knew it would sate her. So she looked around to make sure none of the demons were paying any attention to her.

"You guys won't mind if I just taste a bit, right?" Nino asked the imps that kept walking between her and the bowl to rotate the stone. With her power, she definitely could defeat something like a demon imp despite their ridiculously muscular bodies. But if she knocked them out to get to the dust, someone might notice and blame her. So she just straightened her index finger and prepared her body to quickly stick the finger into the dust.

"Just a small taste," Nino voiced. She was definitely fast enough to poke in and withdraw between the imps and just when one walked past the bowl, her finger lunged at the target, Though her slightly gleeful grin was suddenly turned into shock when a chain wrapped around her hand. When she tried to pull out, another chain wrapped around her other hand and pulled her to the pole they were attached to. She let go of the scroll and it rolled on the ground.

"Intruder, Runk spotted intruder, came to steal treasures," a creaky voice declared from Nino's side. Her hands were forced to grip the pole by the chains and she was almost dragged by it on her knees while the other imps kept rotating the stone. So she had no choice but to correct her position into a crouch even if she did not put any effort to push the pole.

"I'm not, I have permission to come here," Nino flared and she looked to her side to see the imp whose place she had taken. He walked on her side while flapping his black bat-like wings and licking his lips.

"Intruder is female?" Runk grinned with a wide show of his sharp teeth. Nino could have sworn the red glow in his eyes intensified from that realization.

"That's right, so we can figure something out if you free me," Nino voiced without actually wanting to think about what she was offering. Though she could easily imagine that being caught like this by whoever ran the forge would be even worse.

"So you admit being an intruder," Runk exclaimed. On his way around the grinding stone, he kicked the scroll Nino had dropped and it rolled a bit away but nobody was paying any attention to it.

"No, I'm willing to bargain if you let me go," Nino voiced. She was not sure if she was getting more annoyed by the crouch-walk or by the imp.

"If intruder submits to Runk, Runk might let intruder go," the imp declared and Nino became sure she was more annoyed by the imp.

"Sure, let me go and I will submit," Nino gritted.

"First inspect the intruder, to make sure you did not steal," Runk announced and he jolted behind Nino. His hands landed on her ass and felt up how her muscles moved.

"I just have this robe, and that scroll over there, you will find nothing else," Nino voiced even as it was clear what the imp was looking for from the way his hands hitched up her robe.

"That's what an intruder would say, can't trust words," Runk nodded. His hands slid up Nino's sides until her perky ass came to view. The imp's fingers immediately latched on the rear cheeks and squeezed them.

"I can submit to you with my mouth, I bet nobody has willingly sucked your cock before," Nino promised. "Don't you want to shut me up with your cock?"

"Mouth have teeth, found a hole without teeth, will inspect for any stolen stuff," Runk said and his leathery fingers slid to Nino's vulva. They pushed in only for a moment to confirm the warm and a bit wet insides. Then his hands hugged around her waist and something that was definitely cock slid against Nino's ass.

Nino had to look behind her shoulder to confirm some new demon had not taken the imp's place as the mass that pushed between her thighs was not proportional to the short muscled male in any way. The hot pulsing rod was rubbed by her constantly moving thighs while it tried to reach her pussy.

"Stop moving, Runk can't inspect the hole," the imp complained. As both of them were forced to keep walking, even with the imp's impressive size, he was barely able to place his tip against Nino's vulva. And he was definitely not able to angle it to be pushed in due to her crouch walk she used to make the reach as impossible as possible.

"Free me and I can lay down for this inspection," Nino offered. But then strong hands grabbed her thighs and she was once again forced to make sure it was still the imp. He easily lifted her legs off from the ground and pulled them to hug his waist. So Nino hang between him and the pole she was forced to grip even harder to make sure her weight was not carried by her wrists.

"There, now can fuck well," Runk announced while he swayed his hip to aim his tip. It slid along Nino's vulva a few times until it found the right angle to lock in. Just feeling the size of the pulsing shroom made her gasp.

"So you are just fucking me?" Nino demanded. "Will you let me go after you fuck me?"

"Runk might, the more Runk fucks, the more likely Runk is to let go," he nodded before thrusting his cock in. It easily forced its way between Nino's folds and spread them open. A weird grin visited her lips for a moment while she thought that a pathetic creature like this still had a bigger cock than Zion.

Nino hugged her knees against the imp as much as possible to carry her weight and his hands were more than happy to press her closer at first. But then his fingers dug into her thighs with a hard grip like binds and spread them wider to let his cock sink all the way into her.

"Good breedable hole," Runk grunted and he began to thrust. He somehow managed to keep a weird swaying pace of his thrusts while forced to walk after Nino. Then again he clearly had a lot of practice depending on how long the immortal demon had been rotating the stone.

"If you like it, it's only right if you return the favor," Nino voiced. Not only was the cock digging deep into her with pulsing veins, but it also kept tilting and twisting as the imp was trying to adjust to the off-angle he was walking with in relation to the spin and the pole due to her height. Though it only served as a minor hindrance on his end as he had no trouble getting all of his length wet one way or the other.

"I will, Runk won't stop until female moans from pleasure," the imp promised. His hands began to adjust to his desire to have Nino's thighs hug him and his need to get deep into her, at every thrust he pushed them apart and closed them when he pulled out. The speed he did so made Nino feel like a bird fiercely flapping her wings despite losing all the feathers.

"I'm not going to do that, and why would you care, just cum and get this over with," Nino voiced with clenched teeth. Her breathing was turning harder than while she had been crouch walking.

"Then Runk never stops, Runk gets to fuck the female all of eternity," the imp exclaimed with excited glee in his tone that was matched with the increase in his hip's pace.

"Huh?" Nino gasped. The pressure in her turned into heat and tingling that began to pulse. It radiated from her clit that kept being pushed by the shifting thrust angles.

"Runk gets to fuck, fuck fuck fuck," the imp shouted. A bit of drool escaped Nino's lips and her knees began to tremble. They tried to close around the imp even harder as all her joints clenched. By now she more than knew what was going to follow, her body was about to climax and then completely surrender to this demon cock.

"Fuck no," Nino uttered. She closed her eyes and really began to hope she would not start moaning. The last thing she needed was to be pleasured by some deranged slave demon.

"Fuck yes, good hole, already submits to Runk's pleasure," he declared while his thick veins dragged out sparkles of juice on the floor. His fingers dug harder into Nino's thighs and the way he made her legs flap only added to the burning pressure building in her.

"I will not submit to be your toy, no matter how much you fuck me," Nino exclaimed with a spurt of saliva down her chin. Her fingers clutched the bar and she tried to think how to defeat the cock that was so easily dominating her body.

"Toy? You are Runk's breeding partner," the imp declared. He suddenly only pushed Nino's legs forward to form a T-shape with the rest of her body. And his hip plunged in for a shorter and deeper barrage with a faster pump.

"Like your pathetic seed... would take root in... my body," Nino almost grunted through her teeth as her jaw was clenching shut due to her incoming climax. Her hip jolted a bit from a violent jerking twitch from the demon cock that stirred her folds. But it was only the prelude for the heated blast of burning cum that blasted into her depths.

"Runk cums, Runk cums," the imp panted. Nino's eyes tilted upward while she bit into her lower lip, only small whistling escaped from her lips despite her pussy twitching and throbbing with the cock. Semen washed her walls and there was no way some of it was not pushed into her womb.

Runk showed no signs of slowing down his thrusts and neither did his penis deflated. Instead, he just kept pumping even as thick semen splatted out of Nino to stain the floor and his legs. And he even began flapping her legs again to have them hug his sides just a bit more.

"Cock... cream... sweet cream," Nino slurred while the familiar sweet smell filled her nose. She saw stains of slimy white on the floor and her tongue tried to reach for them even though it was impossible to reach them. And even though the stains were stepped over by the imp feet to leave prints, it did not stop her desire to have just a small lick.

Every muscle in Nino's body was twitching with a throb like instead of a full climax, she had been short-circuited. Though as the cock kept ramming into her and spreading her pussy with tilted thrusts, her body was mercilessly building up for another go even as she shook her head like to clear it from the lustful haze.

"Runk strong, Runk's cock can claim female," the imp declared. Nino really wanted to refute his claim but she was unable to even deny to herself that his cock had made her pussy submit. But the longer she was being hammered, the less sure she became that submission and defeat were the same thing.

"Runk came... free me and I will submit," Nino panted. "It must be tiring to do all the work."

"Runk's female can stop thinking about being free, even Runk can't free himself," the imp confessed.

"Huh? You promised to free me," Nino flared with a spurt of saliva to the floor. The sheer volume of wet stains on the ground around the grinding stone was almost forming pools by now.

"Runk promised? Runk just wants to keep fucking," the imp nodded. Like to drive in his desire, he began pumping longer and harder again.