Take Up the Cross – Chapter 53: Madder Red ☆

Cheering, growling, and cackling ruin the otherwise perfect experience of escape. All red fur, tanned bodies, and naked schadenfreude, one bully’s grand punishment show has roped Adris into being one of the starring attractions.


With Stalker, Kindle, and Chill surrounded, the unfortunate stragglers left out are gawking at Echo’s fate as they await their turns. Kol’s attention on Echo goes with equal focus on Adris’ body, as though the girl is deciding the show she intends to put on.


(This sexual brute won’t even allow me a single day to recover after her assault on me. Anything I had left was stolen by the selfish sisters. Now I do it with a girl who hates me?)


Even with how much she rejects the white-furred lecher groping her, Adris isn’t treated as an escape. Hatred that burns within her for him has yet to be easily explained.


(Yeah, she’s good to look at, but she’s emotionally worth the same as the sisters.)


“Boss, Kol, make ready! Good place, there!” Striding forward, Kol grabs onto polished steel manacles hanging from a post. “Nice thing, do—!”

“Scurry!? Why him!?” Echo falls to her knees to try and resist, but yelps as she’s dragged along the ground.

“Hm? Want, Kol punish? Echo, always say, ‘hate Kol, touch Echo’. Different?”


(So she’s not a lesbian? No, with Ave… then, it’s just…?)


“UGH!? … No, fine…! ‘Kol’ is fine! Just… not…! AGH!?”

Yanked up to her feet, Kol’s stern visage rejects all alterations.

“Echo hate? Good~. Punishment, work.”



As kobolds near him with interested expressions forming, a green-haired girl slips past while wringing her hands with worry for the girl being clasped by chains.


“… K-K-Kol… wait?”

“Hm!? Elf, want what?”


Forced to drop her sneer, Kol grows annoyed at the intrusion as Ave falters immediately.

Seeing someone intervene, the once completely scared Echo…


(Oh, so this is the nature of your cowardice.)


Makes a hidden smirk of victory, sighing lightly in relief.

Someone coming to her rescue is enjoyed far too much.




(Kol isn’t just a bully, she bullied people who came after you. Seeing another offer the same escape…? You’re a user of others in an annoyingly cowardly way. I bet you would constantly harass others and then run off to Kol to tattle, yes? Time for punishment.)


Deciding to abandon his own misgivings, Adris starts formulating his “lesson”.




“… no, no… I’m… just saying that, maybe you—”

“What!? ‘Let go’!? Elf, forgive!?”

“Not… necessarily!? It’s just… Adris… isn’t that kind of…!?”

“Huh!? ‘Not kind of’, what? Elf, always miss important thing! Boss, not weak! Not forgive! Only reason, not force Elf, ‘value’ Elf power!”


Blushing at this, the dark look Ave gives after furtively turning to glance at Adris goes with a low rejection.

“… Adris isn’t like that.”


Said with absolute confidence, even Adris feels moved by this declaration.


“Huh, ‘wrong’. Elf, always, Moon say… ‘naive’!”



Hit upon by a truthful assessment, Kol snorts while Ave looks around for approval, finding it only with Echo’s fiercely nodding head.




{Right, right~. She doesn’t get our glorious mystery boy’s varied interests.}

Already knowing Still was going to shortly be standing next to him as she registers easily to his senses now, Adris only sighs internally at the dig.


(You assumed that I was the primary attacker with the sisters. That’s a bit sad.)


Arriving at the end of it, Still’s lack of comment hadn’t detracted from her disappointed look. Even now, hostility grows as Still watches Kindle and Chill being locked into their pillories.




“All of you!? Kindle will burn everyone to dust! Everyone knows Kindle is strong!”

“Agreed. All of them will be frozen to the core. Defrosting only in ten seasons.”


At first cowing the ones holding them, every kobold who backs away in fright is replaced by an even more irate member of the mob, fresh with confidence and despise for the two.


“Cutter, pathetic idiot! Small dick! Ugly! Kindle will—GAAH!”




A loud slap is heard as the man named Cutter backhands the insulting woman. Immediately shutting up and paling, there’s no more comment from her as she’s turned around by the snorting Cutter and has her neck placed to the wood.


I’ll get you, Cutter.” Though Chill makes the threat, even she is visibly shaken.


With the top swinging down, arms and head are trapped as the teary-eyed Kindle looks scared for the first time, joined a moment later by her twin. Men grope their bodies, with the twins’ breathing becoming more pronounced.




{Hm, is this the sort of play you really like…? You get along well with the white monster’s cracked ambitions~?}

While acting teasing on the surface, Adris feels his esteem dropping precipitously with the girl’s knife-like questions. Though hard-boiled, Still finds active dislike in the carnival atmosphere.


(… I don’t like it this way, but I’m not going to cry about it. You should understand something, though!)


“This sort of play is far from interesting to me. I’m only invested in punishing one participant.” Choosing a careful tone, the guiding words bring attention from the girl almost ready to ignore him as a total monster.

{Ehhh? And what one participant would that be?}


(… We had signs for these things, didn’t we, Serras? Though lacking a wide variety, this Mantecado’s gestures are probably universal.)


Bringing his hand to Still’s body and causing her to flinch without much energy, her concealed anger escalates until the first gestures are made against her side.


(“She, try, FUCK, you/hold, fail.” Echo tried to have Neesiette raped. Does this get through?)


Rapidly moving, it takes only a few plus a lewd finger before the dark-favoring killer shows recognition by gripping the silenced Neesiette even more protectively.






Still cannot control her emotions fast enough to stifle them. A piercing threat that comes to her presence causes the kobolds nearby to whine as they return to the pack for safety.




{Is that so~?}




All of Still’s animosity towards Adris redirects as he sighs in relief.

“Right. This is just like Kol said, punishment. For me, it’s not… pleasure. The only way a woman like her can understand another’s suffering is if someone does it back to—”




{… Shut up, bastard.}

Still’s body twists as dangerously as her mood. He refrains from jumping away at the unearthed rage she shows.




Just as quickly as it flares up, she then hastily shakes her hand in the negative as her posture reverts. Desperately gesturing at first, she then slows down…


{Sorry, sorry~! I’m… actually, really, deeply sorry. Your sort of… comment was… just…?}

Patting him awkwardly on the shoulder while Neesiette squirms, he accepts the apology as best he can.

“I chose the wrong way to phrase my thoughts. It’s fine.”

{… It’s not fine, but it also wasn’t bad… I don’t know anymore, I’m… too tired. Let’s not argue, okay~?}


(Yeah, fine. I doubt I’d win, anyway.)


With the hostility between them melting away, Still’s smile revealed a moment later is quite sinister in its gentleness.

{Punishing a crime like hers is highly worthwhile. … Sorry, you have a good sense of justice~. It’s probably one of the few things about you that…?}

About to admit something, she just shrugs instead.


(I have no idea where you get this impression?)


Not ready to call this justice himself, that private belief of hers morphs into a small jar she produces in her hand from nowhere.


(… How do you keep doing that!? No, nevermind.)


Whimsical words flow forth after he accepts the crystal jar with a bright red gel inside and a non-permeable cloth with it.




{One dab for discomfort; two for despair; three for delirium; and…}


Producing the last gestures as she slowly walks away from the gathering, Adris feels that his angel in blue isn’t very benevolent at all.


{… four for demise~. Sensitivity of where it touches will increase beyond belief. Give each dab two ‘turns’ to absorb before touching, unless you want to experience first hand~? It’s yours to keep, so long as it’s wisely used~…}




“No! I don’t want to watch!?”

Screaming shrilly as Kol laughs at her, Ave is, of course, losing her argument.


“Huh, Elf, always watch, though? Just like… with Kol and Boss? Kakaka!”


Being reminded of a recent night, Ave’s blushing face is incompetently hidden by her hands.


“Oh!? Elf, want join, then!?” Suddenly becoming excited, Kol’s tail wags as she pulls Ave into a hug. “Coward, do mate, first time!?”

Hurriedly gripping to fight back, Ave’s fear at the sexual feelings arising is desperate.

“… WHAT!? Why would I…!?”

“Because, Boss, doing? Elf, want jo—!?”


Wrestling with Kol, Ave’s hands can’t cover Kol’s mouth effectively. Gripping the elf by the torso, Kol cackles while continuing as her face is pushed into.


“Ah, maybe, not Boss? Hmmm? Stalker…”

Looking to the man who is actively being stripped…




“Girls!? Why, like this!? Stalker doesn’t understand!”

“What is there to understand, cute Stalker~?”

As the entirety of the tribe’s females gather around the sole male, with the weakest ones pushed out of the way to fight over getting closer, the strongest candidate is mounting him. With long red hair and supple breasts as large as Echo’s, she’s already completely naked and pawing at him.

Body now strapped to a board that spreads his arms and legs wide, Stalker can only stare at the woman glistening in her rush to claim him.


“… Always ignore us!”

“… Not pay attention.”

“… Never chase us! Or try to push us over!”

“We’re just as pretty as Kindle and Chill and Echo!”

“… Huhuhu, prettier now and especially soon, right~?”


The multitude of girls seem in sync as they cackle at the twins being manhandled.




(Scary! Way too familiar…)


“Uhh, even if you girls want me to notice you… Stalker already has…!”

With Stalker’s cock freed from his destroyed pants, it’s already hard as playful hands reach in to help the winner stroke it. Despite his protestations, he’s basically fully prepared for entry when they pull away, leaving it jerking helplessly as she lines up.


“We don’t care about Scurry, Echo, or those needy sluts. Stalker, we just want you to…”


Lowering herself slowly onto his throbbing rod, the woman sighs as Stalker squirms. Letting her breasts rub against his chest, she nibbles on his neck playfully before moving.


“We want you to see us, instead of Scurry or those three~! Hmm, a boy like you can’t escape this without someone jumping in the way, you know?”

“… Ah, Stalker has… always… um, spared time…?”


“… We don’t just want to mate, stupid boy!”

Yelling pitifully at him when his response misses the point, the woman then snorts and licks his cheek.

“ … Mmm… look at us~. Stalker’s weak side, huuuu, show us. Insecure, dumb younger boys… slurp, are so vigorous, tasty…!”

Treated like a kid by the older kobold woman, the rest climb onto the table and start rubbing against his limbs while another licks his face…




“… Well, Stalker, busy. But, when no other female, be last, but okay? Take him!”

Cheering for her “friend”, Ave’s shaking face is composed of streaming tears at Kol’s “offer”.



“Hm? Stalker, used to that? Probably, he good, mating. Hear before leave. Claim prize: male!”



Waving her arms before pointing to her heart, Ave’s demonstration earns only a depressed look from Kol.


“But, Elf, never find ‘love’, always cry alone. Not take ‘mating’, when offered. Get… neither?


So… Elf just… dumb~?”





“OH!? Miss Snake! Come ba— ahh…”

Screaming uselessly, the girl slithers away at top speed, returning to the fountain area while crying as Echo tries to call her back.


“… Scurry… Echo will… lick… you…”

“No. Shut up. Accept, superior male.”


Fully clasped in manacles, the only thing still covering Echo is the cloth over her breasts and a thong sticking to her skin.


(Bitch, you’re already…!)


Far from the only one to notice, Kol is grinning as she sniffs at Echo. Whether Echo wants to or not, the smells and sights of what’s going on around them have gotten to the prisoner awaiting her own execution.




Even the man staring bemusedly at the situation from behind a black barbute’s anonymous steel seems taken in by it.


“Didn’t you want them?”

Forced to acknowledge the strange man’s presence and their deal finally, Adris gets Mantecado’s attention as the man gleefully spectates.

“… Huh? Oh, right. Hell yeah, I want ‘em!”



Giving a thumbs up, the man then nods his head quickly as if he understands the real question finally.

“Oh, don’t worry, bro.


Rule 3: don’t sweat the details.


This is the kinda party that slayers around here dream of, man! Just look at the energy cookin’! They’re whining now, but give ‘em like… ten minutes, tops, they’ll be moaning just like they were inside the mansion!”


(You’re not bothered? I’d be…)


Examining the situation…




“… Hah… haa! Shit…! Shit…! Hate! Ugly! Uhhh…! Ah!”


Slapping sounds come with fast grunts, as a rowdy male with no patience whatsoever roughly drills into a woman left with a bruise on her face. Her pillory’s brackets and lock shake with each thrust. The kobold’s juicy butt is turned red by the somewhat pathetic male slapping against it.


“Ah! SO GOOD! Finally have Kindle! Huh, always a bitch! Kindle, a useless, bragging bitch! Now? KAKAKAKA!”

“… Bitch!? You’re the useless bitch, oh! Fuck you, Cutt— HAH! HAH! Uwaaah!?”

Grabbing onto the woman’s tail, the vindictive Cutter cackles while yanking.

“Uhh! Huh, always… yell at Cutter…! Laugh, sneer, insult…! Talk about him to Echo… make him look bad! So warm inside, though~. Kindle, not lie… umm… about heat and experience~!”


Cheered on by the others, his tongue peeks out as he picks up the pace even further. Strong hands make the woman his own, even if only temporarily, as she is forced to submit to the cock of a man she utterly reviles.


“Too hot! … Ugh, Cutter can’t! Don’t want… oooh, end early!? Ahhh! AHHH! FIRSSSSTTTT!”

Grunting as he hilts into the groaning woman, he throws his head back as he roars in pleasure.

“OH, OH, OH! … Uhhh! NO! NO! Not inside! CUTTER! DIE! Ah, more inside!? … No! Kindle doesn’t want a retard kid!”


Having scooped out the previous occupant’s gift with every thrust, Cutter’s own is thrown into the mix.

Pulling out, he brutally slaps Kindle’s ass to punish her remark before walking around leisurely to the front.


“… Die… Kindle… first chance, make Cutter… lose. Lose, all the time…”

Gripping onto her head lovingly at first, Cutter strokes behind her ears, before lining up…

“… then… Kindle will—GHAK!”


A softening rod is pushed into Kindle’s mouth, silencing the vengeful woman as she chokes on the rough entry.

Slobbering sounds start as she cannot resist due to her total loss, with his spent dick rapidly serviced by her catty tongue and wet lips.


“Ummm… Cutter, sorry~. Was wrong. Kindle, useful at cleaning dicks~! KAKAKAKA!

Hm? Just like, Chill!”




Schlopf… ummgh! Pwah, fuck off, Cutter!”

With a wet dick left resting for a moment against her forehead and soaking her bangs, Chill’s beautiful, ugly face shakes as she’s slammed from behind.


Unlike Kindle, though, Chill isn’t…

“… Hah, if… hah… you’re gonna try for real, get a bigger dick. Kakaka!”

“MMMM!? Yes, sorry for my small dick! I’m sorry… but… Chill feels too good!? Please forgive me! I’ll try my best! I’ll make you feel good!”

“Oh, NNNH!? … Hah… shitty, small dick…! Show Chill how you really mean it, then!”

The two involved in furiously mating seem to be in sync as the conversation deepens, for the apology gains a smile from Chill.

“… Unn… right there, knock right there! If you… do good… Chill might forgi— Don’t reach under and touch—! NOOOO! GHAK! SCHLOPF!”


When her verbal abuse escalates, those beside her who don’t feel pleasure in it begin manhandling her all over. A throbbing erection is pushed back down Chill’s throat as someone’s furry hand rubs against her clit.

Whining at the attention Chill receives from others, the male savaging her already well-used cunt picks up speed as he nimbly holds himself up to slam rapid-fire with a death grip on her waist.

Big breasts are furiously squeezed, with pink, solid nipples poked and pinched by claws. The abuse he witnesses turns his face slightly purple with anger, but he also moans contentedly.


“Oooooooooh! SECOND! AHHH! … Chill…! Ohhh… like…!”

Dumping a load while calling out the total count, the cheers escalate as the blushing kobold worthlessly gives his affection to the witch he’s basting inside.

Quickly pulled off by rough hands, another kobold replaces him as semen leaks out of the well-used, gaping hole.


The sight is a strong enough mind shock to witness during mid-day, but it’s the smells of fresh semen, sweat, and the unique musk of kobold that forces Adris to turn away, lest he wander over and join in.




(I’d already be killing them if that was any of…)


Controlling his expression as best he can, Adris sends that feeling and false experience from a nightmare far down into his stomach.


“Haha, best show around! First time for Mantecado seeing this! I can hardly wait my turn!”

“… You still want them after? With all of that in…?”

With the fires called his eyes winking out momentarily, the man then shrugs while laughing again.

“Hose ‘em out, make ‘em do some crunches, it’ll be just like new. I’m gonna ream ‘em out even bigger in the future, anyway, bro. … Hmm, having ‘em on my flight, can’t see others not pounding them when we’re out fightin’, ya know? Mantecado ain’t in all places at once.”

Clapping the boy on the shoulder, Mantecado starts wandering over to the crowd while flexing his muscles to get the kobolds to clear away.


“Slayers gotta be used to this shit, man! Nobody goes easy on me! Why them?”


(What a fucked up relationship. But I… understand the logic. Zennia’s battles can be sexual in nature and lust is impossible to refuse. It makes sense that any teammates would be expendable relationships?

But, I won’t…!)




Distracted by these thoughts, moaning from the other side of the entrance way brings his immediate attention.


“Scurry! Stop!”

“Kol, thought, Kol fine~?”


Leaning over, the wild, white kobold’s hands are to Echo’s thighs, pulling her crossed legs apart.

“Echo, never hide, how feel. Not now, before, ever. Can always tell…!”

“Ugh!? Stop touching!”




But, before Kol can continue, Adris’ hand to her shoulder brings her smiling focus.

“Kaka, Boss, big energy? Good look!” Pulling him closer, the grabby girl reaches back toward Echo to show him…




“Why are you touching my prize?”


Throwing her off with his accusative question, Kol grows briefly threatening before calming.

“Boss, why, Kol touching bad?” Turning her head, the girl she’s readied for use remains a source of potential interaction in her mind.


(I’m not sharing…! … Not sharing.)




Breathing deeply before he lets the orgy around him drive him nuts, he clicks his tongue.

“You request for me to punish her, yet you’re the one attempting to take over my responsibility? If I were to tell someone else to do their job, then step in and do it for them, what would be the impression, Kol?”

“Uh? … Umu, Kol, understand. Very… ‘annoying’.”


Looking dissatisfied, Kol then smiles again.

“Kol, help then!?”

“… No! Both, fuck off!” Incensed, Echo screams in their faces with what remains of her resistance added to the spit traveling.


(… That’s not bad? But, let’s play it by ear.)


Differently from the assaults happening behind them, Adris has a much colder kind of torment in mind.




“Hm? Do you perhaps deny the need for contrition, Echo?”

Smirking as he sets up her funeral, Echo’s dark blue, inflamed eyes go wide as she gives one of her patented, childish outbursts.


“Shitty human! ‘Contrition’? You’re the one who should apologize! To Echo and the tribe, for ruining everything! Hmph, a human just hides behind Scurry and other females. If that doll hadn’t saved you, you’d be giving up seed for Kindle and Chill while crying and begging!

Kakaka! Pathetic human…! End yourself~.”


As Kol raises a clenched fist, Echo shrieks and flinches at the oncoming abuse.

“… Oh, Echo, think insult Boss; then, need strong hand…”

Softly grabbing onto Kol’s arm, Adris’ calmness subdues her rage.




“While your argument might make sense to you, Echo, you lack certain information about my… traits and power.” Stepping behind Kol, he puts his arms around her as she jumps at the embrace. “… Umu, Boss, touch Echo, not Kol… Not bad, but…”

Ignoring the tomboy as she mutters, Adris sneers at Echo with the fullest force of his bravado and disregard for her existence, prompting an embarrassed outrage.


(Right, what you think is yours is actually mine now. You wanted to bring her back in? Too bad.)


“While it’s true that you have useful qualities, to me your existence is a little fleeting. To best explain… oh, let’s use your example.” Snapping his fingers, he then runs his hand through Kol’s hair as the warrioress shifts uncomfortably. “… Umu, if touch head… behind ears, instead…”


(Later!? … Your ears, is it?)


Leaving off at that, but still producing a useful, hateful stare from Echo, Adris understands a bit more how to break her.


(You worship Kol, but also dislike her; therefore, Kol’s mood is your weakness and how we lead in to you slobbering all over yourself in surrender.)


Producing a condescending, dismissive smile that sends Echo gulping, Adris lets the words flow off his tongue with eager relish.




“A doll named Neesiette, what does she mean to you, Kol?”

“Hm!? Weird question. Moon? Moon… strongest.

Kol, respect, yeah?”


Snorting shortly, the words don’t convey certain feelings held back, but Kol is still quite energetic.

Blinking rapidly, Echo’s face pales with understanding as she watches Adris’ own become like an executioner’s.




“Right. If an enemy brought harm to Neesiette, what would you do in response, Kol?”




Standing straight up at full attention, Kol’s ears turn forward too as she growls.

“Oh!? Hurt… Moon? Say… easy. Kol… hurt back. BREAK THE— Ugh, Boss, touch too much.”

Growing furious, she then relaxes when Adris hugs her and rubs the scales on her neck.

“Hm? Why, Echo, shake?”

“Oh, are you interested, Kol…?”


Watching Adris control Kol with only words and touches, Echo’s quivering body is completely without energy now as his trap springs.


“As it is, Echo happened to order—”


“ECHO IS SORRY! Sorry… for… opposing… human…”

Rushing the words out, Adris lifts his head and looks down on her as she sinks sadly into her chains.




“‘Human’? Have you not yet understood how you should refer to my existence?”

A false god’s practiced composure, especially within view of nearing kobolds interested in their contest, requires absolute submission.


“AH!? … No… Echo… ugh… ah…”

Choking on the words at first, Adris’ hand that absentmindedly rubs Kol’s thinly covered boob, and earns the beauty’s tilting head and curious expression at the groping, sends Echo over the edge.

Tears form in her dark blue eyes as she whimpers, before she blinks them away and regains composure.




“… Echo is sorry… Boss.”

“HM!? Echo! Good girl!”


Ruffling her twintails, Kol congratulates the success as the number of spectators increases with Echo’s first admission of loss.


“WHAT!? Echo, surrender!?”



(The plan is too simple, after all. Leaving her emotionally cornered, let’s bring her body to ruin so that a coward’s pride crumbles, too.)




Moving past his subordinate and bringing his hand to the sacrifice’s body, the flesh presented to him becomes his sole concern. Plucking at the silken cords of her clothing while rubbing over her shifting tummy, she growls momentarily before his sharp gaze subdues her once more.


(Fine skin, even for a somewhat figurehead?)


Leaner than Kol, she’s also slightly plump in the spots that the wealthy normally are. Squeezing her thighs, then round butt, and finally firmly gripping the tail which slaps against him, she whimpers while he takes in the pleasant scent of her arousal and the spice taste clinging to her.


(While nice, I feel like I’m judging a roast if you use spices from the kitchen to give your musk character.)


Smiling at the thought, he then shares it with her.


“Bound like this before me, don’t you seem more like an animal prepped for slaughter than a person?”

“… Shitty… stupid… human…! Echo will…!”

“Do what? Find someone to punish me for you?”


Grabbing around her from behind, one hand moves under the constraining cloth holding her boobs as the other slips down to stroke her inner thigh. While Echo resists, Kol’s vibrant joy turns to sudden curiosity.


“Hmm? Boss, what—?”

“Quiet, Kol. Don’t ruin the experience with questions.”

“Hah!? Hu…”

Echo growls while he touches, but then barks in surprise.

“… Wet…!?”


Fully examining her breasts and tweaking both nipples, the methodical testing of her body as he runs his hands over it accomplishes the task of taking her attention off of the reason for this wetness.

Stealthily spreading a bit of the medicine already put onto the cloth wrapped around one of his fingers, he withdraws his hand after coating both hidden nubs.


(Let’s see what happens?)




“Echo, I think that you’re not quite as frigid as you make yourself out to be.”

Receiving another tail slap, the girl still stays quiet.

Rubbing the crevice between her butt cheeks, he waits for the time to pass by.


“… Why is it… itching?”




(Ah, thank you, Still. Let’s begin with your “help”.)




“… You know, Kol? She might be bigger than you?”

“Hah!? How!? Kol, want see! Not believe!”


Lightly cupping her breasts from behind, Adris motions with his head for Kol to check as Echo yelps with a change of mood. As the belligerent frontliner brings her own hands up to join his, planting them over her nipples causes Echo to arch back.


“EH!? Stop! Scurry! Off!?” A medicine that heightens sensitivity accomplishes a shocking experience with only one dose.


(Amazing. Perhaps Still made this herself?)


Shaking her head as Kol continues while muttering “… Why, bigger?”, Echo breathes rapidly as the two massage her, coveting every curving detail. With Kol and Echo distracted, Adris takes his hands off of her and retrieves the cloth and jar. Quickly applying more, he reaches down to her soaked thong.


(I don’t want to spend all day on this… So let’s bypass technique and go straight to result.)


Pulling the thong aside, a flushed flower is rapidly slicked against as she jumps and dances in surprise.


“AH, stop!? No, don’t touch there! Scurry! Stop, it’s… wrong.” Shivering as Kol continues, the admission produces the opposite result.

“Hm!? … Echo, never say about here, before? Not where Echo like…”


(Kol knows Echo’s erogenous spots!?)


Licking her lips, Kol pulls the thin cloth, exposing pale flesh and pink areolae. When the cloth rubs over her points…


“AHHH!?” Kicking out, Echo yanks on the chains as her head lifts back. Eyes shaking, when Kol then licks at her nipples, which are rock hard and primed, Echo is rendered breathless momentarily.

“Why does it… feel…?”


Letting her thong seat back over her juicy slit, Adris hums to himself before stopping.


(No, that’s not “false god-like” at all. I happen to like the body I’m offered, though, Kol.)


Finding a spot Echo likes by noticing her hissing breath, her inner thighs are soft and a bit pudgy. Very fine fur is far softer than Kol’s, and rubbing over it leaves him appreciating the bestial affectation.


“Perhaps Echo is less a wolf and more a dog…?”

“… Boss.”

Whipping to face Kol, the look she gives is incredibly unamused.

“Echo, deserve, be punished… but, still, proud kobold.”


(What is so fucking proud about your race!? You ambush and run away… Nevermind.)


“Correct. In manner, though, Echo is… very much like a pet.”

“… You asshole…”


Managing words despite her rapid breathing, Echo’s rejection only leads to Kol laughing.

“HMM! Pet? True. Echo, like pet…!”

“… I’m not your pe—TTTEEEEH!?”


Slipping his hand under her thong, Echo’s bitching is silenced by dipping his fingers into her soaked hole. Coming in from behind, her warm butt and tail rub against his arm as she involuntarily spreads her legs. Making sloshing sounds with each quick thrust, she can only yelp as her head jerks in time.


“WHY!? Feels… strong! It itches and is warm!? Uuuuhhh! Stop!”

“Kaka! Echo big boobs, how… taste, now…? Nom.

“EEEH!?!? AHHH!?”


Assaulted by lips that suckle at her, Kol’s mindless lust is spiking along with Adris’ own interest. Smiling to himself, a honeypot he’s dipping into feels quick inviting to the touch. A slick, velvety tunnel awaits a new owner.


“Echo is amazingly warm, Kol. Just like you.”

“… NAH!? No, Echo… less. But good to lick.”


Putting her face between Echo’s moderately sized fruits, Kol’s cheeks are occupied by the pillows that should technically belong to the man in charge.


Sighing, he’s already moving on to his next test.

With Echo yelping and calling out for mercy from Kol’s attack, she then shies away from the two spots Adris dabs with the medicine.


“What!? Cold, again!? Human, what are you doing!? NYAH!?”


Yanking on her tail, Adris grits his teeth and hisses into her ear.



“… AH!? … Um… Boss…”


Almost mewling at first, she then clicks her tongue and growls. But that resistance fades as her ear starts involuntarily twitching and she shies away from her own neck.


“… You… you… you didn’t… do…?”

Catching on far too late, Echo realizes what’s going on just as another dab is applied to her dripping cunt.


“STOP! Scurry! He’s… ACK!?”


Thrusting his fingers into her mouth, she’s forced to suck on them. Unable to bite down due to the energetic bondage gripping her from her loss, Adris begins licking her neck as he continues to bully her tongue.



“Echo, stop move. Can’t lick well.”


Sucking on her left tit with great force, the shaking Echo’s eyes go wide as she squirms and mashes her thighs together. Shuddering and slobbering as Adris grinds his hardening dick against her butt, Echo achieves something very quickly.


“HAK… Nuuh… No… no… not… Scu…”

“Echo? Hm? Did Echo…?”

“… Fu-fuck off, Scurry! … Why is it getting so… hot!?”


Recovering quickly, Echo’s face blushes a deep tomato red as she hisses.


(That’s one. Albeit small.)


Keeping her legs wide apart, Echo can no longer close them even a bit without flinching. Dripping juices down her thighs and even small droplets as she stands on tiptoes, Kol reaches down to her thong after noticing her predicament.


“Echo, get tired fast if—”



When Kol’s clawed hand rubs over Echo’s mons, the chained victim jumps into the air from the shock that courses through her. Lifting her butt and tail straight into the air, Echo hides from Kol’s hand by leaning forward.


“N-n-n-noooo, hu-hu-b-b-boss… what did you do to Echo!? It’s so tender!? Ahh! I can’t stop!” Struggling to stay upright and not fall, Adris doesn’t respond to her. Instead, her ears twitch as she hears movement behind her.

Turning her head, she pales and stutters in terror.


“N-n-n-n-no! No, Echo, doesn’t need! Please! HIII!”

Quivering as he painstakingly disconnects the silken cords holding up her thong, he smiles kindly as he lowers it.

Pulling it off of her slick slit and leaving strands of fluids connected, she is almost hyperventilating with how hard she breathes in anticipation.


“OH!? Echo, get something nice!” Putting her head over Echo’s shoulder and watching Adris work, Kol rubs against the spot that Adris applied the poisonous ointment to.


“AHHHH! OFF! NO! No, no, please. Echo will… do it right! Don’t~!”


Not quite begging and still maintaining what’s left of her pride, Echo laughs nervously as Adris’ face closes on her butt. Spreading them wide as Kol pulls her forward to allow easy access, the kneeling boy can’t help himself.

Chains from the post magically lengthen and release tension by need, proving that Kol picked an interesting place to torment her.


(Fascinating device. It adjusts to need. That gives me my next plan. But… I have a theory. Let’s see how she tastes in comparison…?)


The moment his tongue flicks against her lips, Kol has to hold her down to stop her from flailing.


!!!!!! AAAAHHHHH! BOSHE… b-b-oss…! Stop, no… HAAAAH! GOOD, NO TOO GOOD!?”


Sucking on her lips, his tongue doesn’t need to move much, as her quivering accomplishes a lot by mashing her against his face. Forced to grip onto her thighs to hold her still, her tail swishes madly as she’s reduced to moaning by a dexterous tongue. Just as hairless as Kol down here, the quantity of juices she coats his cheeks and chin with is the same.


(… No way.)


Abandoning this test, he takes his mind off of the question by enjoying the experience. Flicking quickly, her excited clit is an easy target.


“Nonononono, no, feels… feels good… but… Echo doesn’t want…! Too hot, tingly, spikey, stop!”

Still’s sensitivity increasing ointment accomplishes a drastic change at two applications. Rather than simply driving Echo wild, even her skin has inflamed with a deep redness. A puffy pussy is far too easy to bully, requiring none of Adris’ talents. Simply applying his tongue and lapping up the juices is going to kill this girl.




As Echo chokingly moans and twitches once again, her energy lessens as she goes slack.

But despite falling, the chains just gain tension and hold her up. Ensorcelled as they appear to be, Echo’s entire body is somehow supported as she lingers between consciousness and oblivion.


Licking his lips, the sound of something hitting the ground brings him from his focus. Looking between her legs, what’s left of Kol’s pants have struck the paved stones.


“… Echo.” More a growl than a voice, the nearly devastated girl manages to look up.


Kol is drunkenly grinning as she flashes a hot pussy at the once belligerent girl. Spreading her lips, Kol demonstrates the effect Adris’ work is having.




Uncertain at first, Adris notices Kol looking at him as she grips the whining girl’s head. Pink eyes are demanding…


“… We’re punishing her. So punish her.” Quiet at first, Adris then finishes aggressively.

“AH!? Boss, the best!”


Throwing a leg up onto Echo’s back, Kol leans back as she presents her own soaked honeypot to the girl. Refusing to lick at first, the girl mashes her face into Kol’s pussy when Adris sticks two fingers into Echo’s soaked hole.


“HNNNGH, AH, AH, nuuuooo! Uhhh…!”

“MMmm! Echo, still good~!”


Confirming some things to Adris, Echo’s rapid and practiced licks bring a goofy smile to Kol’s face. Lapping at her slit, Echo’s entire demeanor becomes servile. Taking his eyes away, Adris returns to licking Echo as the two of them continue to break down this pathetic girl.


(… It’s fine for now.)


Too tired to start an argument, something unknown is scraping at him, but he shrugs it off. Knowing that it’s far more dramatic for the two of them to do it together, he fights back the urge to throw Kol down and bury himself inside of her. Though outside of the Castillo’s halls, these gardens are still just as debilitating in the long run on his mind.

Especially since the sounds of their sex are just one addition to the choir.




“Stalker! Inside! Be mine…!”

With a younger looking girl hugging herself as she grinds against the young man, he can hardly respond with a thick woman’s muff over his mouth. Cycling through ranks, the girls claim what they can of the enveloped man’s semen. With his skin shining all over from wet juices as they service him with their long glides over his arms and legs, the laughing and chattering is bizarrely like the imps that once attacked a bearded man.


“OH…! Stalker… tired… please…!”

“No! You can’t finish until you finish with meeee!”




(Let’s get going, before any spectators ask to join in.)


Growing tired of simply collecting her juices, Adris’ own desires are peaked. Ripping off the piece of cloth borrowed from Ave, he lets it fall as he exposes his rock-hard dick.


“OH!? Starting!?”

Nearby kobolds who are rubbing themselves openly blush at the sight of the somewhat disproportionate member. They’re all caught up in the same mad vibe that Adris feels.


“Echo, not best, but still good~! Ah, Echo… hmm, maybe… lick Kindle, Chill, more practice? Kakaka!”

Grinding against the girl’s face harder as Echo coughs in annoyance at the question, Kol is too caught up to care about the answer.




(In the end, it doesn’t matter how she got the practice. All that matters is who sees its results now.)


Smirking at her as they watch, the kobolds are clearly impressed by the demonstration of Adris and Kol’s authority.


(… It’s still not as impressive as over there, though.)




“Only twenty-two times!? Not enough! All, line up! Second go, mandatory!”


Listening to the roaring man, all the males fall into order next to Cutter.


Two brave souls are pummeling the twins currently, trying not to step into the white puddles beneath them as their tongues hang out with their determination. With no attention given to their mouths, the twins are free to speak, finally.


“… AH, AH, AH… NO… Stop… pleashe, no more… Kindle… shorry… she’s sho shorry…! Too mucsh…! Feelsh too good…! AH!! CUMMINGGG!”

When the male behind her lightly gnaws on her abused tail, the once petulant fire witch’s eyes roll back as she screams in yet another release.

Even without sensitivity medicine, the effect of a dozen and more horny, desperate males is not to be underestimated. So caked in semen that her face is a glazed pastry, bite bruises all over her show how thoroughly she’s been marked.



Watching her sister beg before being painted white inside yet another time, Chill’s “o” face of release matches with this private obsession’s fulfillment. When the male behind her starts slapping her fat ass repeatedly in frustration, Chill just keeps cumming.



Chill’s pussy must have a vicelike grip if the male’s face is any indication, for he struggles to speak while twitching in satisfaction. Milked thoroughly by the evil woman, he collapses onto his butt with a popping sound from his dick pulling out.


“… Damn, this is… hot as fuck ~AS POSSIBLE~.”


Sensing an opportunity, Mantecado hilts himself into Chill’s exposed throat, vanishing her face from view but leaving her choking screaming continuing.






Licking his lips, Adris cleans off his face after with what’s left of his shredded cloak.


Lining up behind Echo quietly, he puts his hand on her waist as she continues to weakly slurp the huffing Kol.


“Oh, Echo… good… more… Show Kol, miss Kol…!”

“… Schut… uhp… slurp. Echo… hate… Sc—




“AH!? Echo, strong!? Ugh, move, too much! Can’t stay on!”


Causing Echo to suck on Kol’s pussy with the force of impact before pulling free, Adris is hammering into the chained slut’s dripping hole with fury. Reaching forward, he grabs onto her furred hands and pulls on them. With the chains and his grip holding her in place, he slams up to her womb without waiting for any acclimation to his size.


(… It’s actually kind of fun.)


Showing the same disregard for Echo as the kobolds show to Kindle and Chill, the girl who is used as a tool for pleasure is freed of Kol’s wet pussy.


“Ugh! Boss, Kol, was getting good!”


(You’ll live.)


Now grabbing onto her head to keep her from bouncing around, Kol’s act of rubbing Echo’s ear causes her to blubber and moan.


“NUUUhhhh! Not ahgain…!? AAAAHHHHHhhhh…!”

Spasming violently, Echo’s pussy clamps onto him as he forcefully resists being trapped. Continuing his piston only slightly slower, she rocks with every thrust as she cums her brains out.


(I thought two was only supposed to be good!? She’s losing her mind, already! Still, what is your scale based on?)


When the girl ceases to be as responsive to his piston, he clicks his tongue. Pulling out with a schlopping sound, he tests the limit of these magical restraints.


Pulling her around as Kol watches enviously, he stands her back up and lifts the small girl onto her back in mid air. Imagining the position he wants, the chains change tension all at once, clanking as they pull her into a reclined-in-mid-air missionary pose.


Blank eyes return to consciousness at the sudden movement. Already teary, the heavy mascara must sting her eyes, leaving her amusing as she absentmindedly blinks in discomfort. Drooling a bit too, she’s not nearly as imposing now that she’s succumbing.




“… Hate… you… shitty… human…”

Getting a word out per breath, her eyes stop rolling around as she focuses on him. Full of pure malice, the man she considers beneath her is now the one completely in charge.


“Oh? Is that why you’re cumming so hard that you can’t think? From a hateful human’s dick?”

Grinning at her hard face after, she then chuckles.


“… Echo… have many partners. Huh, one… human, no big deal.”


(Right, you’re not like Kol in that regard.)


A thoroughly liberated Echo has likely taken part in many rapes or abuses of her authority in her time. More than that, though, her wandering eyes discover an event in the distance still transpiring.

Not focusing on the twins, this one causes her to scrunch her face in despair, if only for a moment, before she sighs.


“… If you want him so much, then why not just pursue him, hmm?”



“Guh… NYAH!?”


Supporting Echo’s bouncing boobs with furred hands, the annoyed Kol seeks any form of pleasure or conquest she can. Comically wobbling Echo’s twins while growling, the earlier comparison to Kol seems to have been a brutal wound to the mad girl’s ego.


“Who, Echo, pursue? Naked slayer?”

“… AH!? … Nnnh!?”

Stuck at the question, Adris answers for Echo.

“Of course. Just look at him, Kol. Like with Chill, you never know what secrets people might hold.”

“Oh, Echo, like big dick? Kakaka! Then, like Boss!? Hm, hm, can’t have, though~.”



Silent at the save as Kol refuses to elaborate further, Echo is furious, but also confused.


“Secrets are meant to be guarded, Kol. They give people… power over you.”

“… Ugh…!”


Calming down, even as she still twitches sometimes from the lingering pleasure, Echo struggles one last time to reassert herself.


“… You… boss… the worst.”

Scoffing, Adris simply smiles.

“Of course I am. Do you think anyone as powerful as I am would be generous to you?”

“… Ah…”

“There’s much left for you to answer for, Echo, but let’s just overcome your misunderstanding:


I don’t hate you.”

“… don’t… care…!”


Not sparing enough energy to hate Echo, the act of defeating her will be more than enough catharsis for a boy used to reaching such a state.


(Kobolds have interesting ideas on sex and showing affection. A lick is one thing, but…? I’m sure every hole on you has been used before, but there’s one act I can steal.)


Coming closer to the girl, he thumps his shining cock against her mons, sending her head back into Kol as Echo shakes. Rubbing against this brutalized slit, the girl whose folds are much looser than Kol’s own has only one weak spot, other than losing her mind to pleasure.


“Though you may hate me, haven’t you already passed up the chance to exact revenge?”

Blinking in confusion, she tries to speak, but can’t find the words.

“Even if you somehow, beyond conceivable reality, manged to beat me and send me away… I will…”


(Every time you think of disobeying me, you’ll remember who could do this…)


Gently pushing back into her, he watches her lips quiver with the advance, as her eyes water with how scared she is at the inescapable pleasure returning. Finally pushing past the initial resistance, he slides in as she exhales laboriously.


Starting slowly, he works her into a frenzy as he increases in speed.


Plopping against her thick flesh, the girl who almost floats in mid-air can hardly watch him as her irises keep flitting upward with each push. Controlling her breathing as well as she can, lungs are too empty to maintain her strength.

With her head cushioned on Kol’s breasts now, the overactive teammate he’s grown to respect and loathe is staring at Echo with eyes he’s never seen. Almost serene, Kol seems happy for her friend.


“Hmmm… Echo, look familiar, now~. Always need Kol, come save. Kol, not know, Echo need Kol, find man, show Echo real mating~.”

“… Scurry… AH… AH…. Oh… Ec— OH, hate… you…”

“… Hm? But… Kol, like Echo~. Echo, always be who Kol, take care of~.”




At the statement, tears come to the twitching girl.

Softly crying, Echo’s deep shame at being used and happiness felt toward a kind truth boil her alive when they meet.

Big, soggy tears are shed for a bit.


“Echo… not… haah, wrong… Echo… still, sorry…”




Adris keeps slapping into her as she moans in time with it, leaving the girl muttering nonsense unable to resist ever again.


(Right. After all, you’re not just her pet. But saving your relationship isn’t my vengeance!)


Cutting into their soft moment, Adris breathes faster as he picks up his pace to record levels. Concentrating on his own orgasm, he releases all tension and resistance to it as he works his inner-body training to coax it forward.


(A liftetime of working with that unreliable, selfish Serras has served me well!)


Drilling her into the supporting Kol, Echo is smiling crazily as she cackles a bit, drooling the whole time.


“Echo… really not… weak…?”


“Hah! No… Echo isn’t that weak…!” Getting into the spirit of it, the sweating Adris leans in to let the girl smell his scent. Twisting at the closer taste of the man technically raping her, he adds in a choice compliment.

“Echo is… strong enough… huh, to know what all… most of the… little things mean.” Biting on her neck as he pulls the girl against him, he grinds into her with his weight pressing.


“HAH!? … EC-ho… is smart… smart enough… to… hate you, forever, shitty human. You… ohhh, can’t… take… Scurry! … Mine! ♥”

Whispering this to him, she lays bare her own heart and the reason for this permanent feud between them.


“Huh… huh…”

Halting his movements, he smiles the worst way he can, letting out all the evil thoughts he feels.


“She’s already mine, girl.


My power is with her.

My wisdom she’s heard.

My scent clings to her…”


Licking her neck again, she shakes in anger until he starts fucking her again.


“… outside and in. Smell it…! It’s not… that… I can’t take her, mmm, it’s more that…


I already have.”


“… Shitty… fucking… shit… hu—OH OH OH OH OH! AHHH! STAHP! STAHP!”




Fucking the girl without mercy, she’s worked into a frenzy as Kol frowns at Adris.

“… Kol, not agree. Kol scent, on Boss, not other way…!”


(Can you not even distinguish our scents anymore!? Oooh, fuck it. She’s tight! Fuck, Echo is almost as hot as Kol!)


Though not the same level of perfection, Echo’s trained pussy is quite memorable. Slick walls cling to him after abandoning their feud to find her own satisfaction.


(Shit, I’m not sure… I… No, I actually, really want to…!)


At first balking, he grins boyishly as he considers the insult it will be. Slamming into her to the hilt each time, she’s already cumming again as the medicine’s effects only intensify with time.



“Stupid… girl! You can’t… stop… me! I’ll take… everything left! When you think… of mating, the only… oh, one you’ll see is… my face! I’m going to leave a stain inside of you that you’ll never be able to remove!”

“AH!? Not… want! NOT WANT, CUB!?”

“Foolish girl! You should have thought of that, oh, before you did what you did! Take it… ALL! Ahhh!”


Leaning in, he sticks his tongue into her mouth while he moans.

Floating in ecstasy by support of both chains and burning sensations, Echo’s first kiss is stolen without her even being truly aware of the exchange. Wrapping up his tongue with her own inexperienced one, she shudders with her deepest orgasm yet as he gives up himself.


(AH, good! GOOD! I love… how you… look!)


With just a little consciousness left in her, she squints her eyes when she feels his dick jerking deep inside, sending shots of his almighty sperm to pool into her. Hugged by the boy and forced to surrender everything, she just sighs as all thoughts but accepting this inevitability drain out of her. Despite how much she hates it, pleasure is all she’s allowed to feel.


(… Fuck… that’s… actually pretty hot! Give in to me!)


Touching on a dangerous place, he claws her back as he continues to feel his internal muscles firing pressure to force everything out. Making her accept his seed is a cruel, but enlivening, sort of victory.

The thought of forever binding them together is even more viciously…




“OH!? Kol, know this! Echo! Good! Echo, win ‘once’! Boss, lost one!?


… Wait… Echo, not let win!?”

At first impressed, Kol’s slowly turning brain realizes the implications of Echo making him cum.


(… Kol… please…)


“… Scurry… shut… fuck… ahhh… uuupp… uuuuuuuuhh!”

Softly crying with the continuing sensation of her and Adris’ release, totally unable to relax with his dick still inside her, the girl resigns herself completely to the end. Receiving a head patting as Kol cackles, Echo is quiet after.

“… Right. ‘Safe’. Echo, only get… ‘one’… kakaka!”




“… Sexy… Echo, sexy…”

“Um, sort of want… to hug…?”

Conflicted feelings come from the kobolds on the edge of their seats. With the whole observing crowd breathing heavily, Adris blinks as he realizes there are more kobolds around them than participating with Stalker or the twins.




The execution is over.




“… Echo…”

“… w-we… l-l-lost…?”

The defeated sisters are weak kneed as they watch beyond the crowd.

With Cutter still plowing into Kindle while muttering “… Never stop…!” and the kobold who enjoyed being tormented by Chill licks her skin while he gently fucks her, the twins realize their defeat, too.


(Everybody lost…! … Including me…)


Collapsing onto Echo, Adris realizes how utterly exhausted he is. Though not nearly as supple as the monster priestess Cethran, he could almost go to sleep right now with how pleasant she is while still subdued.


“Oh, wrong! BEST PART, NOW!”


Pulling Adris up off of Echo, Kol pats him awake.




Dizzy for a moment, he shakes his head while watching the half-naked Kol kneel in front of him.






Without difficulty, Kol devours his softening dick.


“Ah!? Kol! Stop, it’s… tender!?”

Clamping onto her head, Adris is unable to physically stop her as she tightens her lips while withdrawing his cock from her mouth.


Slurping the mixed juices off, Kol sighs pleasurably while cleaning her lips, flicking her tongue across the tip of his head once to clean the last lingering bit.


“MMMMMM!? Taste good~!”


Staring in shock, Adris receives a gleeful smile from the ambushing, white-furred pervert. Almost breaking character with how much he wants to cringe back, on some level he also feels deceptively proud of both himself and her.


(… This is a good feeling.)


Though just cumming, the effect of Kol’s slurping renews his sense of passion for her.

Feeling respected by his teammate calms him down.


“Hm? Kol, not doing right? Hey, right? Wrong?”

Tilting her head, her ponytail dances as she pats his leg for confirmation either way.

“… Ah, good job. Perfect.”

“Kakaka! Right! Just like, Boss show Kol how, in room~.”


(When did I show you to do that!? I admit the night is… a blur, but I don’t recall…!?)




Kobolds watch in silence, with some looking like they might pass out, as the girl now on her knees services Adris.

More than even Echo’s screaming surrender, the sight of Kol obeying anyone apparently isn’t believable until witnessed.




“… Oh, we’re done for now, Kol.”

Stumbling a bit, he corrects his walk instantly with his acting talent.


But she doesn’t respond, simply turning toward Echo while wagging her tail.


“Hmmm? Best part… maybe here, too~?”


Jumping to Echo, the girl opens her eyes with a hazy expression to watch Kol near her messy pussy.



As Kol hungrily mashes her face against Echo’s gushing cunt and grinds into it while slurping up Adris’ leaking semen, Echo howls like a mad wolf while violently cumming once more.




Cleaning the girl, Echo is massacred by the satisfied person who owns her.

“Mmmm, tasty~! Echo, always tasty~. Never like, though? Boss! Come here!”


(What now!?)


Called front and center by his once assistant, Adris’ mind is buzzing as he thinks of how to escape from a perpetual orgy.


Releasing the beaten, shaky girl from her manacles, Kol grins.

“Echo, last job. Like Kol.”



Slumped against Kol as she twitches, only now does some of the sensitivity seem to be releasing.


(Or she’s simply acclimating to it?)


Adris crosses his arms as he stands in front of Echo.

“Kol, she looks… beaten. She’s been punished enough, ri—?”

“Ah, Boss! Not punishment! Submit! Echo, show spirit!”


Making the motion of accepting Adris’ dick inside, the blank-faced Echo just nods obediently and opens her mouth. Kneeling at the right height before him, Adris feels a bit sad for the girl as he remains still.


(It’s just… a cleaning, right… oh… oh!?)


Entering her mouth, the unenergetic girl begins to mechanically suck on his dick. Feeling the skill she puts into it, Adris blinks in surprise as he feels himself…


(That’s good.)


Though not nearly at Lycia’s level, Echo’s blowjob, no matter how perfunctory, is…


“… Ah, you’re actually good. Better than Kol by far.”


“Umu, good… NAH!? HUH!? WHA!?”

“… hmm!?”


With Kol yelling at the top of her lungs and light coming back to Echo’s eyes as she goes still, only now does Adris realize the insanity of his admission.


(I’m just too tired.)


Damage already done, he raises his hands to fight the fire.




But as Kol growls loudly, Echo grips Adris’ legs and begins sucking as fast and expertly as she can.

Bobbing her head, rolling her tongue over the tip like a champ, and finally forcing him down her throat all the way to the hilt, Adris sighs due to the amazing over stimulation of his dick.


“Ahh! That’s good…!”

“HAH!? WHAT!? No, not… good. Echo! Stop!”


Pulling off with a meaty pop, Echo licks her lips while her head droops.


“… ‘Kol’… scared…? Hmph.”

“… Echo, wanna go?”


As Kol’s fur hackles, Echo sneers at the display.

A desperate madness burns in her eyes.


“Huh, Echo, better… than Kol, Boss?”

Smirking at man who had once been in charge, she opens her mouth wide, flicks her tongue at Adris while extending it, and gently moans while subtly swaying.


(Ugh! I can’t… back out… AH!)


Not even waiting for a reply, the smug kobold beauty forces Adris to grab her by her twintails as she goes back to work. Compelled to obey by her tongue, she starts deepthroating him again.

Suffering from this pleasure as he melts into it, he finally just…


“BOSS!? WHY!?”


(Shut up! It feels too good!)


Pulling on her red twintails as he thrusts down her throat, Adris feels like the dynamic is changing; but, Red Tide, the entirety of it, only cheers as he goes.




With Kol growling, rampaging, and demanding a chance to try herself, Adris lasts only two minutes before dumping another load down the once submissive girl’s throat.






Name: Adris fehl Dain, “Boss”
Titles: Lycia’s Little Brother, True False God
Race: Xin’El, Emperor’s Child (Human)
Sex: Male
Age: ?? – Young


Occupation: Crossbearer; “Star of Ruin, Cast Down from the Sky Upon a Dying World”
Discipline: [Rule in Dark]



[Tool Savant] – “Adris is a tool-collecting-and-utilizing fanatic. Most men would consider him disgusting for loving tools more than his own partner. Has so many tools that it can be said to be his true power. What does he do when he has no tools left? He seeks to acquire more, obviously!”


[Rule in Dark – Wave of Darkness] – “Making victory possible? No, no, no. That thing isn’t that kind! There’s more than that!”


[Brainfry] – “You’re still with me, right buddy? Yeah, you’re still there.”


[Refuse to Kneel] – “Ah, even the Alchemaster can’t make me submit! This is the one that’s saved me all those times!?”


[Tongue of Air and Darkness] – “What’s the difference between this and the old one? Why ‘air’?”


[Conceptual Refusal] – “How the fuck does dominating people’s minds turn into a weird statement like this!?”


[Obscuring Sonjil] – “Man, this thing has gotten pretty strong on Zennia. At first only creating an area of fog, it can now cover a direction? Is something wrong…?”


[Marital Arts – Self-taught] – “Hoh, even if it’s dangerous to use, it feels good to prove to myself that the body is still as willing as the mind! Even if I can’t call it aura, something is inside me now!”



Disposition: Resilient / Adaptable / Sinner
Alignment: Chaotic

Eyes: Black
Hair: Black, with strands of White
Skin: Tanned



Rantil Value – “Even after all of that, Master is still an idiot!”


Attributes by Grade:

Strength – E

Vitality – E

Dexterity – D

Agility – C

Intelligence – D

Mentality – C

Luck – F

Charisma – D


“If you want more, stop being mean to Rantil!”



Cethran Value – “Much the same as before, but isn’t the way you look at others a bit more dashing, now? Forced to open yourself to the world, perhaps the gentleman may grow? That is likely impossible, isn’t it, Adris?”

“Is this perhaps the first time a woman has tried to give you what she thinks you want? Or the first time you’ve noticed?”


“How does it feel to finally just let go, fellow seeker of rare truths?”



“A boy who is a bit out of place as far as features, he descended from the top of the Castillo to the bottom by pluck, luck, and outrageous lying. Reborn into the world of Zennia, what can be said other than ‘he’s still exactly the same, but different’?”

“Being elevated means accepting responsibility for those who venerate you.”


“Taking control is not the same as keeping control.”



“Might be enjoying the domination aspect a bit too much.”



Name: “Kol” fehl Dain
Titles: Idiot, “Tyrant Knight”
Race: Kobold
Sex: Female
Age: ???


Occupation: Delver, Frontliner
Discipline: ???




[Invisible Edge] – “Axe goes through everything?”


[Full Contact] – “Wanna go!? Kol, let fists talk!”


[Unknown Aura of Dread] – “Huge blade, not dangerous?”


[Bulwark] – “Nobody get by Kol… ever. All belong, Kol!”


[Fire Resistance?] – “Huh, after big dark, Kol get fire, right? ‘Big deal’, flames!”


Disposition: Straightforward / Confrontational / Respectful
Alignment: Neutral

Eyes: Pink
Hair: White
Skin: Tanned



Rantil Value –

Attributes by Grade:

Strength – C

Vitality – C

Dexterity – E

Agility – F

Intelligence – F

Mentality – C




Cethran Value – “Are you attracted to rampaging metal? Though in your case, you appreciate the voice, don’t you? Do you long to see more? If she reminds you of a certain someone, then…?”

“Oh, a lover of dominating others? How shocking this is, isn’t it? Isn’t this matching with your tastes in general?”


“How does it feel to know doubt again, Adris?”



“Brash and forthright, a warrior wielding an axe with two hands forsakes protection to deliver only harm. Contrary to this impression, she also seems interested in a straight up fight. If her words are any indication, she offers little thought to her actions.”

“Seeking power so that she might force others to act, she also seeks the authority to defend them. The most paradoxical people are the ones who do dubious and mean-spirited things in the belief that they are doing the right thing.”


“Possessing a sexuality that is not easily defined, the act of taking measures highly for her.”



“I like breaking strong girls.”



Name: Still
Titles: Puddle
Race: Human?
Sex: Female
Age: Young Lady


Occupation: Delver, Trickster/Outfighter
Discipline: ???




[“Reprisal Strike”] – {You had it coming, deciding you could oppose me and walk away from it.}


[“Surprising Agility”] – {Is it honestly surprising by now? Walls are just another surface~!}


[Nectar] – {How does my suffering taste, spawn ofcursed blood”!?}


Disposition: Playful / Sadistic / Skulking
Alignment: Chaotic

Eyes: ???
Hair: ???
Skin: ???



Rantil Value –

Attributes by Grade:

Strength – E

Vitality – E

Dexterity – C

Agility – C

Intelligence – C




Cethran Value – “Do you really think it’s not obvious? What she possesses is what you’ve missed all your life, yes? Breasts and curves… are these not a new fruit for you to taste?”

“If she says that they have plans for you, then isn’t it simply fair that you should answer to them? Is this not your definition of beauty: endless plans?”


“If she speaks of justice, does that not ring true?”



“A mute girl who says much with gestures, she also has more going on than she seems to. Though not outwardly aggressive, there’s an atmosphere of danger about her. Opposite of Kol, hers is subtle… Yet, she also can protect others. Given to acrobatics, it matches with her dark, but flamboyant, colors.”

“Whether or not she would truly wish Kol to leave is up to debate, but she can play her quite easily when Kol doesn’t bother to gauge her mannerisms.”


“A master of potions, perhaps. It’s hard to know what delvers and slayers will have access to.”



“I hope people aren’t put off by her.”



Name: Neesiette vera Luna
Titles: “Moon”
Race: Lunamata
Sex: Female
Age: ???

Occupation: Delver, Mystic
Discipline: ???



[Rod of Force] – “In what way would it be changed? As designed, so shall it function, correct?”


[Rod of Respelling] – “A lady be every ready to instruct regarding what be in error.”


[“Brings An End” – Ponderous] – “[Ponderous was the end, for the unfair passage of time finally brought even earth to its conclusion]…”


Disposition: Impassive / Calculating / Curious
Alignment: Ordered

Eyes: Pale Violet
Hair: Amber
Skin: Pale White



Rantil Value –

Strength – F

Vitality – F

Dexterity – D

Agility – E

Intelligence – B

Mentality – C

Luck – F




Cethran Value – “First imps, and now short girls? This is certainly becoming a pattern, isn’t it? Though you might not fare badly with a girl as beautiful as this, yes? Though she’s a little perfect, doesn’t she seem oddly demure?”

“Isn’t it doubtful that you would get along with her if she was like this all the time?”


“How differently would this have turned out had she been aware of it?”



“An otherworldly existence, she wears clothing that doesn’t fit with the Castillo. With mannerisms quite distinct from all others, even the girls she travels with seem incomparable to her uniqueness. Yet, she definitely seems to be in charge…?”

“Driven wild by what she called forth, she’s hellbent on pointing out the flaws of Zennia.”


“Perhaps not all spells are meant to be cast.”



“A little nap.”




Name: Avenalliah Aurmaris
Titles: Lustful Lizard, Elf
Race: Elf
Sex: Female
Age: Young

Occupation: Delver, Scared Girl
Discipline: ???



[“Sylvan Calling”] – “The spirits play when they want to! … They really do! Why are you looking at me like that!?”


[Preternatural Strikes] – “Um, I’ve always been pretty good with a whip? Elves use a lot of weapons! I just like… my whip…?”


[Monstrous Strength] – “EH!? Why is it monstrous!? Elves aren’t monsters!]


[“Unknown Angel”] – “Ave doesn’t feel especially blessed…”


Disposition: Joyful / Impressionable / Cowardly
Alignment: Neutral

Eyes: Crystal Green
Hair: Moss Green
Skin: White



Rantil Value –

Strength – C

Vitality – D

Dexterity – C

Intelligence – C

Mentality – F

Luck – A

Charisma – C




Cethran Value – “While not possessing your newly favorite curves, isn’t a girl with a naive charm also fine? Because she covers so little, you are also left without having to imagine what you could possess, yes?”

“Perhaps she doesn’t wear all her emotions on her sleeve?”


“It might be up to a man to show her how life works, yes?”



“As cheerful as she is skittish, Avenalliah fits an unknown position within the four delvers’ group. Though she carries a large sack, that would hardly count as a position… right?”

“Rather than trying to push a tiresome presence out, she caves and invites her back in. Such is the nature of an elf named Avenalliah: she can’t quit her friends.”


“Cannot find love, nor love to accept sex.”



“Brave Sir Ave ran away!”



Name: “Echo”
Titles: “Pet”
Race: Kobold
Sex: Female
Age: Young

Occupation: Leader (Former/Current), Figurehead
Discipline: ???





Disposition: Triangulating / Longing / Cowardly
Alignment: Neutral

Eyes: Dark Blue
Hair: Red
Skin: Light Tan



Rantil Value –

Intelligence – D

Charisma – D




Cethran Value – “Do you feel that perhaps you’ve solved the issue of their relationship or set yourself between it for the worse? If not for them, then perhaps for you?”



“Once the leader of Red Tide, she has now become the leader of Red Tide once more. Originally the tag-along of Kol, in her absence Echo found power and control of others through an interesting form of triangulation.”



“Perhaps Echo is a sign of what Kol once was.”






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