Claire lay there, in the cold, dark closet she'd crawled into, completely naked and shivering uncontrollably.
She could still almost feel the wriggling, slippery tentacles working inside her, sliding against her clit unceasingly. She could still feel the voices inside of her, begging her to just...beg.
She had. And it had felt so good.
"I failed you, Goddess," she whispered. Her long black hair, normally shiny and lustrous, was sticky with sweat and filled with dirt and dust from the floor she'd been...lying on.
Getting her brains fucked out by one of her Masters.
She shuddered, shaking her head furiously. No. "No," she told herself. "I'm...I'm
not
going out like that!"
She'd heard stories from other girls who'd been partially Converted, who'd let it consume them. One girl had even betrayed the order just to get the tentacles back inside her to finish the job. Just so she wouldn't have to think anymore.
She would
not
be one of those girls. She was Claire, favored priestess and lieutenant of the Living Goddess, and she was more than that.
She climbed to her feet. Feeling around in the darkness, she grabbed an old coat and put it on. She found some men's trousers lying on the floor—doubtless hastily discarded right before a session with one or two of the Converted—and put those on as well.
There was no underwear. She rolled her eyes. Of course there wasn't.
There was, however, a bra. It was one of the push-up kinds—the only kind ever seen in this kingdom of misogynists and perverts—but at least it would ease some pain on her back. Claire slipped off her coat momentarily and tied the scanty object on.
She took a deep breath. She was alone, unarmed, and almost naked. But she wasn't going to go out so easily. If Fate wanted an end to her efforts, it would have a long and rough struggle on its hands.
She turned and opened the closet door.
Anne stood right outside. The red-haired succubus was completely nude, hand on her chin, an amused, thoughtful smile on her face. She opened her mouth to say something.
Claire slammed the door shut, nearly hitting the demoness in the face. "Hey!" she heard Anne cry.
Claire's heart was pounding. She turned and braced against the opposite wall, holding the door shut.
I'm dead. I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead. You win, Fate. Good game. 'S been nice.
"Ugh." Anne sounded annoyed. Claire blinked—she hadn't heard
that
emotion from the succubus since...ever. "Okay, sorry. That was a bit bitchy of me, wasn't it?"
Claire didn't say anything. She took a deep breath, realizing she hadn't been breathing.
"Okay, look." Anne knocked on the door. "Sorry. I was just—I was doing a scare thing, y'know? Like, 'boo, haha'? I guess this, uh, wasn't the best time for it."
Claire frowned. This didn't sound like the brainwashed Anne at all. Nor did it sound much like a man-devouring demon.
"So, uh..." Anne knocked again. "I don't wanna rush you, Claire, but we're kind of on a timer and you're the only one who knows the way."
"Me?" Claire's voice was barely more than a breath.
"Yes, yes, you. Look, they brought me here with a fucking bag over my head." Anne sounded bitter. "I don't like asking humans for favors—and I know, 'cause I've been doing nothing but begging for them the last few months—but I really need to get out of here before more soldiers show up. I'm...not sure I can take them, in my current state."
Claire hesitated.
Part of her wanted to open the door. And probably give Anne a coat or something, because her naked body was making Claire very uncomfortable right now. But she wanted to help.
Part of her, on the other hand, remembered the mindless obedience, the insane lust, that had shone so long in the eyes of the succubus over the last few months.
"Claire." Anne's voice got strangely quiet—almost hard to hear through the door. "I don't want to lose myself again. I...please. Please try to hurry."
Claire felt tears in her eyes.
She turned and opened the door, thrusting out a coat and pair of pants to block her view of Anne's nether regions. "Let's go."
~~~~
Ri watched as Anne rapidly got dressed. She couldn't help but watch, and she knew Anne knew it from the little smiles the demoness kept sending her way.
"So, um..." Behind her, she heard Claire cough. "Otyu."
"Yeah."
"Thanks. I guess."
Anne took her time putting on a little pair of panties. Ri hadn't the faintest idea of where she'd gotten them, but such thoughts left her head as she watched Anne slowly pull them up her slender, muscular legs. The temptress sat down, affording Ri an excellent view as she eventually brought them up to block her cunt, letting Ri see its juices start to dribble onto the pink garment and make a wet spot. Anne smiled at her, the smile one might give to a pet cat that has gotten stuck inside a paper bag.
Or to any other sort of entertaining pet, but Ri had only ever seen cats. Pets weren't too popular in the Kingdom of the Chosen. That wasn't actually related to all the misogynistic qualities, though—it was really an unrelated issue connected to an ancient ghoul plague that had forced people to purge most animal species from their homes, a practice which had since developed into a cultural custom lacking any particular logic behind it. All this wasn't really at all relevant to the current catastrophes, though, and Ri wasn't exactly sure why it had come to mind.
"Don't fuckin' thank me, bitch." Otyu paused. "Sorry. Habit. Don't fuckin' thank me. I wasn't doing it for you or your order."
"I know who you were doing it for," Claire said. "And...I guess that's good?"
Silence. Ri watched as Anne's tail snaked around her breasts, wrapping around each of them and cupping them together. She looked up at Ri, raising one eyebrow suggestively as she tied on the bra. When her tail released the breasts, they jiggled together, and Anne gave a sultry wink.
Ri sorely regretted still being stuck in her waitress uniform. The little red cloth that some liked to call a 'skirt' was not doing anything to hide what was dripping down her leg.
What has this demon done to me?
she wondered, biting her lip.
"Yeah, okay." Otyu echoed Claire's earlier cough. "Uh...okay, this is fucking awkward. Look, keep the girl safe. I promised her mother I'd...well, just follow your code with her."
"Of course I will."
"Well, then. Here y'are. Try an' make it quick."
"Got it. Good luck, Otyu."
Ri was watching Anne squeeze into a ridiculously tight pair of pants. Anne twisted and writhed, giving little soft moans of seeming discomfort as she leaned over the table for better purchase. Ri was afforded an embarrassingly personal view of the succubus's pert rear as, with a loud
snap
, Anne finished.
Ri tasted something irony on her lip and quickly stopped biting it. She stared at Anne a moment, losing herself in the woman's perfect, supple body. The succubus turned back, still leaning over the table, and winked.
Ri jolted to her senses as she heard a loud
CLANG
. She spun in time to see Otyu falling. A large bump was growing on his forehead, and Claire stood above him with a frying pan.
