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The Descent (Teen Squad Adventures no. 9)

by Sigma

I

“I can’t thank you enough for this, Hexanna,” Got Chic said with a smile as she and Hexanna walked through a massive library in the busty Brazilian sorceress’ manor.

Hexanna looked at the teen heroine, smiled, and put a hand on her shoulder. “It’s only right that you learn as much as you can about the Got Gem. I’m certain I have something here in my archives that will help you.”

Got Chic looked around. “I just need to figure out where to begin. I tried asking Tanya, but she admitted she didn’t really know about about the gem’s nature or history.”

Hexanna nodded. “Don’t fault her for it, child. Objects of power like the Got Gems have long and often murky histories. So much of it gets lost to time. Take all the time you need. I would suggest the section of magical jewels and accessories, just down that aisle,”  she pointed.

“Thanks!” Anita said.

“I’ll put on some tea and join you shortly,” Hexanna said with a smile. She turned to leave and then froze. “Anita…”

Got Chic stopped and turned to face Hexanna. “What’s wrong?”

Before Hexanna could answer, a fiery portal opened before the two. From it emerged a tall, muscular demonic figure clad in armor that was fused with its gray skin. It had four horns and glowing red eyes and carried an axe with demonic runes carved into the blades.

“Who is that?” Got Chic asked. She ran to Hexanna’s side, but Hexanna pushed her back.

“Skull sorceress,” the demon spoke in a deep, gravelly voice. “I have come to collect.”

Hexanna gritted her teeth and held her staff. She started to chant a spell when the demon moved with a burst of speed and hit her, throwing her into a bookshelf. Hexanna slumped to the floor, stunned.

“Hexanna!” Got Chic yelled. She turned to the demon and flew at him, throwing a punch that the demon caught with his bare hand. He looked the busty teen in the eye, chuckled, and headbutted her before throwing her into the ceiling. She hit the ground and the demon walked over to Hexanna. When the sorceress tried to get up, the demon seized her by the neck and lifted her. He then grabbed her staff too. Another portal opened and the demon dragged a gagging and kicking Hexanna behind him.

Got Chic reached out, unable to stop the demon as both he and Hexanna vanished and the portal closed.

***

“I have a daughter about your age,” the middle-aged Japanese man said, a slight slur in his words as he took a sip of his beer. “Midori. She’s the light of my life, but that girl is going to drive me into an early grave. She’s off in Europe right now, ‘finding herself’. She quit her studies to take a year off.”

“Well, sometimes time away does the soul good. I’m sure Midori’s fine,” Selene Grim said before  eating some of her ramen. The two of them sat at a food stall on a sidewalk somewhere in Tokyotown, the only two patrons present as the chef labored over the grill.

“You’re probably right,” The man said. “I just...I worry. Her mother and I worry.”

“Is she you’re only one?” Selene asked.

“No,” the man said. “I have a son too, Ryoma. He’s older.”

“Do they get along?”

“Ha! The Americans will find Bigfoot before those two make peace.”

Selene laughed and ate. “Yeah, I get that. I have a brother. Total pain in my perfect ass, but family’s family, you know?”

The man nodded and they toasted, he with his beer and Selene with a peach-flavored soda she had. She then paused when her phone vibrated on the counter. She picked it up.

“Sorry,” she said to her dining companion. “One second.” She put the phone to her ear.

“Selene!” Got Chic said. “It’s an emergency!”

“What’s wrong?”

“A big ugly demon dude just snatched Hexanna!”

“Okay, calm down. Where are you?” Selene got up and looked out onto the busy Tokyotown street.

“I’m in downtown Delta, in front of Hexanna’s manor. Where are you?”

“I’m in Tokyotown.”

“Okay, I’ll fly to you. It shouldn’t…”

Selene lifted her finger and drew a large circle in the air.

The man sitting next to her choked on his beer when a portal opened and Got Chic was on the other side.

Got Chic paused, looked at Selene and waved before ending the call and stepping through. “Wow...that’s convenient…”

Selene shrugged and pointed a thumb at the ramen stand. “You want anything?”

Got Chic looked behind her. “There’s no time for ramen! We gotta go!”

Selene held her bowl up. “You haven’t even tried it…”

“Selene!”

“Fiiiine. Jeez.” She slurped down the last of her meal and grabbed her soda. She then handed some money to the cook, bowed and thanked him in Japanese before turning to her companion. <“Good evening sir, and good luck with your children.”> She then looked at Got Chic. “All right, let’s go find your demon.” She opened another portal.

“You speak Japanese?” Got Chic asked.

“Uh huh, come on.” Selene then walked through the portal and Got Chic followed her. The portal closed and the man at the counter sat there, staring blankly while the chef continued working.

II

The two teen heroines stood in the foyer of a large manor and Got Chic looked around. She noticed oil paintings on the walls. An older black man, and an older black woman. She then noticed another painting of a young black man, around her age and a fourth of Selene. A fifth painting showed all four of them together.

“Is this your house?” Got Chic asked.

“Yup,” Selene said.

“Why do you magic-types all live in manors?”

“Gotta keep the books somewhere,” Selene said with a shrug. She then turned and looked up when someone began walking down the large staircase that led to the home’s second level. It was the woman in the oil painting. She was beautiful, tall, athletically built, and curvy with dark, braided hair and she smiled when she saw the girls.

“Selene, darling, welcome home!”

“Hey ma,” Selene said, hugging her mother when she reached them. “Ma, this is Anita...or Got Chic.”

“Helena Grim,” Selene’s mother said, extending her hand.

“A pleasure, miss,” Got Chic said. She immediately recognized Helena as an Aphrodite.

“We need help,” Selene said. “Anita saw a demon earlier. She said it got Hexanna.”

“Oh dear,” Helena gasped. “Come, we’ll search the archives. Describe him, please,” she said as she lead them through the manor’s halls.

“He was big, gray, had body armor that fused into his skin. Horns on his head.”

“How many?”

“Four,” Got Chic answered. “Two straight up and two on the sides that curved like a ram’s. And he had and axe, too.”

“I see…” Helena said as she pushed through the door to the archives. The space was just as expansive as the one in Hexanna’s home, with seemingly endless rows of books and scrolls. She led them down one aisle and stopped at a large red tome. She pulled it and flipped through the pages before presenting it to Got Chic. “Is this who you saw?”

Got Chic recognized the demon instantly and nodded. “Who is he?”

“He’s called The Huntsman,” a man’s voice said. Everyone turned and saw the man from oil painting. He was bald, with a lean, muscular figure a mustache on his face. “Very dangerous being, that one.”

Selene smiled and hugged her father before turning to Got Chic. “This is my dad, Jonah Grim.”

Jonah smiled and nodded. “If this is who attacked Hexanna, someone else is after her.”

“What do you mean?” Got Chic asked.

“The Huntsman is a bounty hunter. Someone hired him to pursue Hexanna, someone very dangerous. He only works for the upper echelons of the infernal realm,” Helena explained.

“In...fernal realm?” Got Chic went pale.

Jonah smiled and put a hand on each girl’s shoulder. “I guess you girls are going on a road trip!”

“Saddle up, Anita,” Selene said with a grin. “It’s not often I get to take a normie to the Big Burn with me.” She then looked at her parents. “We’re gonna have to go the Phoenix Feather. Mari should know where to find the Huntsman, right?”

“Yeah, she would,” Helena said.

“Cool. See you you guys in a bit. Love ya!” Selene said to her parents before taking Got Chic’s hand to leave.

“Selene…” Jonah said, making her stop.

“Don’t say it, don’t say it…” Selene uttered.

“Take your brother with you.”

“Fuck!”

“Language, young lady. He goes too, or Helena and I will handle this ourselves.”

“...Yes, sir…” Selene sighed. “Come on…” she said to Got Chic before opening and vanishing through another portal.

“Hmm…Anita seems nice,” Helena said. “It’s good Selene is making new friends.”

“Indeed,” Jonah said to his wife. “Hopefully Selene manages to keep this friend alive…”

***

The sounds of heavy breathing and cries of ecstasy filled the apartment. Clothes were strewn about the floor and on the bed, a young black man was on his knees, ramming his cock into the thick ass of a curvy blonde as she clutched the sheets and cried out.

The man smacked her ass, licking his lips as he pushed deeper. He pulled her hair, making her lift her head, and cupped a tit with his other hand as the woman came ever closer to orgasm.

Before she could get there, a portal opened and Selene and Got Chic walked through.

“Oh my god!” The blonde screamed, jumped up and covered herself.

“Shit! Sorry!” Got Chic turned away in embarrassment.

Selene looked around the room and found a pair of dark pants and threw them to the man. “Get dressed. We gotta go.”

He caught the pants and glared at Selene. “Seriously?!”

The blonde looked at Selene and then at the man. A furious expression crossed her face as she slapped him hard. Got Chic winced and Selene smirked. “You didn’t say you had a girlfriend!”

“That’s my sister!” the guy said, holding his face. “Christ...that hurt.”

The blonde huffed and stormed off into the bathroom, slamming the door.

He put his pants on and began gathering the rest of his clothes while glaring at Selene. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“Not my fault you can’t keep it in your pants.”

He huffed and then looked at Got Chic. “Who’s this?”

“Anita, or Got Chic, whatever you prefer,” Selene said. “Anita, this is my idiot brother, Lucas. Or Luke. Or asshole, or dickbag, or just dumbass...whatever your prefer.”

“H...hi…” Anita said, smiling despite herself. She found herself staring at Lucas’ chiseled, half naked body and Lucas looked back at her with a smile on his face.

Selene looked at each of them. “Oh for fuck’s sake!” She pushed Got Chic through the portal and turned to her brother. “Come on. We gotta go punch some demons and rescue a sorceress,” she said before walking through the portal.

***

The bell chimed as the door to the Phoenix Feather, a hidden magic shop in Delta City, opened. The three walked through and Marigold, the faerie who owned the shop, looked up. A smile crossed her face as she fluttered her translucent wings and came around the counter.

“Well I’ll be...what brings the infamous Grim Twins to my little shop?”

“You guys are twins?” Got Chic asked.

“I’m 90 seconds older,” Selene said. She then turned to Marigold. “Hey, Aunt Mari,” she said as the two hugged. Lucas hugged her too and then she looked at the siblings.

“I have got to figure out how to get you two to stop growing,” Marigold said. She then looked past them. “Who’s this?”

“Oh, this is Got Chic,” Selene said.

“Oooh, yes,” Marigold said, walking up to the busty teen. “One of the wielders of the Got Gem.” She put on her glasses and moved her face just inches from Anita’s tits. “I haven’t seen one of these in centuries. Funny thing...I was at orgy with the goddess who made these once, and…”

“Aunt Mari,” Selene said. “We’re kind of in a rush…”

“Hold on, I wanna hear this…” Lucas said, and winced when Selene elbowed him.

“Yes, yes, of course,” Marigold said. “What’s going on?”

“We need to find the Huntsman,” Got Chic said. “Someone hired him to kidnap Hexanna.”

“Hexanna’s in trouble?!” Marigold gasped. “Oh dear…and whoever wants her hired that brute The Huntsman?” She considered their words. “Well, if you want to find the Huntsman, he hangs out at a gambling house called The Serpent’s Den.”

“That’s where we’re going, then,” Selene said.

Marigold nodded and went to her counter and removed a key from a drawer. She went to the door at the back of her shop and put the key in and turned it. The teens gathered behind her to head through when the door opened. On the other side was a realm with a pinkish-red sky. Penis-like appendages writhed and twisted, with people impaled on their ends, their bodies convulsing in ecstasy as holes were stuffed and bodies contorted with pleasure.

One of the appendages turned in their direction and lashed like a serpent, grabbing Got Chic by her arm. She screamed as it started dragging her through the door.

“Stop it!” Marigold shouted, slapping the penis and making it let go. It shrunk back through the door and she slammed it shut. “Sorry…” she laughed nervously. “Those were Nix’s Pleasure Pits...Let’s try that again.” She put the key in the hole, turned and opened, and the sounds of loud conversation drifted out. On the other side were various demons, monsters, and other creatures at card tables, surrounding fighting pits, and engaged in other games. “There we go!”

“Thanks, Aunt Mari,” Lucas said as he went through. Selene and Got Chic followed him through.

“You kids be careful!” Marigold said before closing the door behind them.

Once the door closed, the three looking around the bustling environment of the Serpent’s Den. Few of the occupants paid them any mind and Selene took a drink from a demon serving girl when she passed by with the tray.

“All right, this place is huge,” Selene said. “Let’s spread out and find the Huntsman. Don’t fight him, he’s tough, just try to make him talk. I’ll head upstairs to see if I can find him. Luke, you…” she turned to find her brother chatting with the serving girl who had just walked past. They shared a laugh, she put her tray down, and they walked off, with Lucas’ hand on the demon’s shapely ass.

“Oh, come on!” Selene groaned.

“I have a question,” Got Chic said.

“Hmm? What’s up?”

“So...are you guys like, part faerie too…?” Got Chic asked.

“What?” Selene looked at her.

“You called that nice lady Aunt Mari.”

“Oh! No, she’s an old family friend. We’ve known her our whole lives,” Selene explained. “Faeries can’t breed with humans.”

“Oh, well all right,” Got Chic said. “I’ll go check those tables over there…” she pointed before walking off.

Selene turned and went upstairs, walking past several demons counting stacks of money and several more looking dejected after big losses. She reached the second level and walked around, trying to pick out the Huntsman among the crowd. It wasn’t long before something hard slammed into her knee, knocking her down.

“Ow! What the fuck?!” She looked up to see a pair of glowing yellow eyes and grinning, furry face. “...Phillip?!”

Phillip the goat grinned and backed away. “Well if ain’t the snarky goth girl. What are you doing here?”

“Working,” Selene said, getting up. “What the hell did you ram me for?”

“That was for stranding me on Earth, toots!”

“Hey, I should be kicking your ass for eating my favorite boots, you jerk!”

“Try me, sister!” Phillip said to her.

Selene growled and cracked her knuckles. Just then, on either side of Phillip, a pair of hulking blue demons approached and got in front of him.

“Oh yeah, these are my bodyguards,” Phillip said. “The ones you stole me from under for your stupid little prank. What’d you boys say you were gonna do if you ever caught her?”

“Make soup outta her bones, boss…” one of them answered as they both approached the teen heroine.

“Oh, fuck…” Selene sighed.

***

Got Chic walked around in awe at the sights and sounds of the gambling house. She watched demons and other monsters play cards and table games. She watched crowds gather around a large fighting pit where two demonic looking dog-like creatures went at it.  On a distant stage, an angelic looking woman with large, feathery wings crooned a soothing jazz number with a whole band behind her. At a nearby table, a large muscular woman with green skin was engaged in a card game and apparently winning. Next to her was a petite human in robes with light brown hair, the only other human Got Chic had seen since she’d been there.

“...Is that an Orc? Got Chic asked herself before moving on. She walked past a bar and did a double take, seeing the Huntsman slamming shots with a skeleton in simple, drab robes.

“How does a skeleton drink…?” Got Chic asked herself while walking up to the bar. She sat down on the other side of the demon and tapped him on his broad shoulder.

The Huntsman turned to her and narrowed his eyes before recognizing her. “Ah! The superhero girl! What are you doing here?”

Got Chic blinked, not expecting that response. “Uh...hi.”

“Welcome, welcome.” The Huntsman signaled the bartender, a creature with a single large eyeball for a head, and ordered more shots. He then gave one to Got Chic.

She looked at the drink. “Is this safe for humans?”

“Probably,” The Huntsman said. “Drink.”

“Okay...but I have some questions for you.”

“Not until we drink.”

She sighed and they downed their shots. Got Chic sat back. “Wow...that was pretty good…”

The Huntsman ordered two more. “Now, what did you want to ask?”

“Oh, well...who hired you to kidnap my friend earlier?”

“Oh, the sorceress, right,” The Huntsman said. “That’s privileged info and I am, above all else, a professional.”

“I need to rescue her.”

“Oh, she’s definitely in danger,” The Huntsman laughed. “Tell you what, I’ll talk for a blowjob.”

“What?!” Got Chic reeled.

“Come oooon. I’ve never had one from a human, believe it or not. I was gonna get one from the sorceress during transport but, like I said, I’m a professional.”

Got Chic looked at him in disgust and then noticed some of the other patrons were looking at them. She sighed, downed her drink, and slammed her glass down. “You owe me, Hexanna…” she sighed.

The Hunstman laughed and clapped before lowering his pants, revealing a large, gray, throbbing member. Got Chic got off her seat and got to her knees. She moved her hair back, wrapped her hands around the shaft and took his length in. She began bobbing her head on his cock, wrapping her tongue around its rock-hard length and slurping up its taste. She felt his armored hand on her head, running through her dark hair as he groaned and his cock seemed to get even stiffer.

Her own nipples were growing hard in her bikini top and she used her tongue and mouth to work his cock while using her fingertips to play with his balls. She sucked on his shaft to the cheers of the onlookers,  and as she continued, she slid her hand down and began fingering herself. She pushed two fingers in, applying pressure to the ceiling and playing with her clit. She gasped around Huntsman’s dick, her pussy throbbing and her body shuddering. She could feel herself coming closer to the edge. At the same time, she felt the Huntsman stiffen and groan.

He then shuddered and held the sides of her head, unloading his cum. Its warmth filled her mouth and went down her throat and she plunged her fingers deeper into herself, gagging as she too came. She soaked her bikini bottoms, spilling onto the floor of the building as the onlookers cheered. Huntsman then pulled out, coating her chin with his cum and sighing.

She sat back on her knees and looked up at him while lapping up what was on her chin. The Huntsman presented her with a third drink and took one himself. After they finished, he nodded.

“You’re looking for Farrak, the Blasphemer. His Black Basilica is just past the Swamp of Despair. Can’t miss it.”

Got Chic nodded, wiped her chin and got up to find the Grim Twins.

***

“You son of a bitch, I will END you!”

Got Chic climbed the stairs to the second level and found Selene on the floor with a goat in a tight headlock. They were surrounded by the corpses of two large, blue demons. One had several blades impaled in its body, the other’s head was several feet away from the rest of it. The goat thrashed and bleated in Selene’s grip.

“Say you’re sorry for eating my boots!” Selene demanded.

“Not a chance! You’ll have to kill me!” Phillip vowed.

“Gladly!” Selene said, squeezing harder.

Phillip gagged and kicked and tried to force Selene off of him, but she just squeezed harder. They both stopped when Got Chic walked up and stood over them.

“What is going on here?” She asked with her hands on her shapely hips.

“I’m a bit busy,” Selene said. “Did you find the Huntsman?”

“Yeah, he said we’re looking for someone named Farrak the Blasphemer.”

Selene stared at her. “Well, shit…” She let Phillip go and got up.

“Is that bad?” Got Chic asked.

“Very,” Phillip said, gagging as he got up. “You two are screwed if you’re looking to start trouble with that lunatic.”

Got Chic knelt down. “How so?”

“Because he runs an entire death cult, and he’s got this succubus chick working as his muscle. I don’t go near that church of his. No one sane does.”

“Basically that,” Selene confirmed. “Ooooh Hexanna owes us big. All right, let’s get going? Where’s my dumbass brother?”

Got Chic shrugged.

“All right, let’s go find him.” Selene started to walked away when Phillip rammed her again and she fell. She growled and lunged at him, but Got Chic ran and grabbed her, dragging her away as Selene and Phillip exchanged heated curses.

The two went down the stairs and began walking the floor, looking for Lucas when a distant commotion caught there attention. They went to see what it was, trying to push through a crowd of onlookers when Lucas came barreling through, bare chested with his shirt in hand.

“We gotta go!” he said, grabbing Selene’s arm and practically dragging her.

“What did you do?!” Selene demanded, pulling her arm away. Before he could answer, a towering figure pushed through the crowd and Selene and Got Chic backed up when they saw it was the demon serving girl. Only this time she was well over 7 feet tall with four muscular arms, and a large, flaccid dick swung between her legs. She fondled her own tits and licked her lips.

“Where are you running to, lover boy? Come here and give me some sugar!” She said in a voice that was both masculine and feminine.

Selene choked down a laugh and grabbed her brother by his arm to keep him from running. “Go on, lover boy!”

“Selene, stop fucking around!” Lucas said, trying to pull away. His sister grabbed his other arm and shoved him forward.

“Come on, dude. It’s rude to run on a lady,” Selene teased.

The demon stopped and looked down at the siblings. “Ooooh, what’s this? There’s another one? A girl. You look just as delicious, dear. I could just eat both of you up, couldn’t I?”

Before either sibling could get away, the demon grabbed them both by their necks and lifted them. A long, sinuous tongue snaked out of its mouth as it licked its lips and eyed them hungrily.

Selene gagged. “I...that’s not how this was supposed to play out…”

The demon’s body then jerked with a powerful blow and Selene and Lucas fell and landed on their feet. Before anyone could do anything, Got Chic grabbed them both and flew through the room and out the front door.

“I can’t take you two anywhere,” the teen heroine teased as she flew away from the Serpent’s Den.

***

Sometime later the three stood on the peak of a cliff. The landscape stretched out in front of them was a bleak, desolate stretch under a burning sky. There were red lakes, rotted forests, and in the distance, a black building with a dome-shaped structure at the center of its construction.

“That’s Farrak’s stronghold,” Selene pointed.

“Who is this guy?” Got Chic asked.

“He’s a priest who founded a cult that worships a pantheon of ancient, dark gods. He regularly makes deals with demons to further his agenda. That must be why he wanted Hexanna, as a sacrifice,” Lucas said.

“So, when we get there, we have to watch out for him and his dark magic, the cultists under his sway, and then Sarana, his number-two,” Selene said.

“Who’s that?” Got Chic asked.

“She’s the succubus Phillip mentioned. An especially dangerous one,” Selene sighed. “I did not want to have to deal with a fucking succubus today…”

“Well, the fastest way is to fly,” Got Chic said. “I can carry you guys if you don’t have spells for…”

“No need,” Lucas said. He whistled and lightning flashed and thunder cracked the sky. The fiery clouds parted and a massive bird descended. It was black and red, and about the size of a small plane. It landed near the three and settled into place.

“Hey, Talon,” Selene said with a grin as she hugged the bird on his beak.

Got Chic stared in awe at the creature. “Where the hell do they find these things…?” she muttered to herself.

Lucas walked over to his sister. “Stop molesting my bird, you weirdo.”

Selene narrowed her eyes flicked him in the forehead. Got Chic swore she saw a small tinge of electricity when she did.

Lucas climbed on Talon’s back and helped Selene up. “You coming?” Lucas asked Got Chic, who levitated into the air.

“I’m good,” she said.

Lucas shrugged and with his word, Talon took to the sky and three of them headed for Farrak’s stronghold.

They soared through the air, and Got Chic was easily able to keep up with Talon’s speed as the Basilica grew closer. When Lucas made Talon drop his altitude as they approached, Got Chic did the same. It was then that she saw a single dark shape rising and flying toward them. It moved on the wings of a bat, and approached rapidly. When it got closer, Got Chic could only see a lithe, womanly shape between the wings before it moved toward Talon.

Selene yelled something as the winged figure hit her and knocked her off Talon. Got Chic quickly corrected and flew down to catch Selene, but the minute she got close, the young sorceress corrected in mid-air and uttered a spell that made her light as a feather. Selene landed on her feet and looked up just as Got Chic landed next to her.

“Selene! Are you all right?!”

Selene had a single, long, bleeding scratch on the side of her face. She wiped the wound and looked up. “I’m fine. Get ready.”

Before Got Chic could answer, Talon slammed into the ground, causing it to shake. Banishment symbols appeared in the air as he recovered and flared, he was then consumed by blue flame and disappeared from sight. When the flames subsided, a tall, shapely woman, naked with blood red skin stood with her hand outstretched and a smile on her black lips. Her wings stretched out from her back and she held Lucas by his throat with her other hand.

“Shit…” Got Chic cursed.

Sarana licked her lips and looked at the two teen heroines. “My, my, but you children are exquisite…” she purred. She then looked at Lucas and squeezed his throat. “Still...he should sustain me for the time being. I will let Farrak deal with you two and come back to play later.” She then blew the girls a kiss, took to the sky with Lucas in her grip, and flew away.

“Luke!” Got Chic cried. She started to fly after Sarana but hit a barrier that suddenly appeared in front of her. She turned to see Selene holding her hand out. “What are you doing?!”

“We need to go get Hexanna. Our fight is in there,” Selene said, pointing to the Basilica.

“But she’s got your brother!” Got Chic said.

“I can see that.”

Got Chic landed next to her. “So he needs our help!”

“Does he?”

Got Chic’s jaw dropped. “Selene, look, I know you hate your brother, but…”

“What?!” Selene looked confused. “Hate him? What are you talking about? I love that bonehead to death. He’s my best friend.”

“I…” Got Chic stammered. “...What the hell is happening right now?”

“Look, Lucas will be fine. Trust me. Come on, we gotta go get Hexanna before it’s too late.” Selene then turned and ran into the building and a very confused Got Chic was right behind her.

 ***

The cavernous main chamber of the Black Basilica echoed with ritualistic chanting. Light from the fiery sky poured in through stain glass windows covered in profane artwork. As Got Chic and Selene walked through, they were among a crowd of robed worshipers on their knees with the foreheads pressed to the stone ground. Statues of demons and other dark entities lined the walls and at the far end, Hexanna was stripped naked and strapped to a giant metal wheel with spikes on its circumference. Three small, child-sized demons clung to her supple, naked body, pleasuring it and themselves. One stood on her shoulders with its cock in her mouth. One clung to her ample tits, biting and licking at the nipples, and the third one clung to her waist, fucking her as she bucked in her bonds.

A tall, thin figure stood at an altar in front of the captive heroine, and Selene and Got Chic could see Hexanna’s skull staff on its stained surface. Just then, the chanting stopped and Got Chic stopped when Selene held her hand out. Every last robed cultist in the chamber stood and eyed the pair.

“Ladies,” Farrak spoke. A wild smile crossed his leathery face. “Welcome.”

Selene looked around. She then whistled and blue flame erupted as Shadow and Omen appeared and took up position around her. She summoned her sword and eyed the cultists. “You take Farrak,” she told Got Chic. “We’ve got this.”

Got Chic nodded and flew at the cult leader. At the same time, the cultists brandished weapons and charged. Selene and her Devil Dogs went on the attack.

***

“Ugh...shit….” Lucas groaned and pulled against his shackles. He was in a chamber far from Farrak’s Basilica, his arms held by chains and his shirt stripped from his back. Sarana sat on a throne of skulls, one shapely leg crossed over the other and her head propped up with her fist. She drank wine from a chalice and watched as another succubus, this one curvy with a slight belly, and light purple skin, crept up behind Lucas and began running her hands over his chiseled body.

“I guess I’m too much man for you, eh Sarana?” Lucas grinned.

Sarana smiled at him. “You’re in good hands with Agra here. But I believe Agra brought friends as well. Didn’t you, dear?”

Agra leaned in, licking Lucas’s neck and face, savoring his taste. “We so rarely get humans here,” she said. “And even rarer still, human men who are so young and well built…”

“I like to give the ladies what they want,” Lucas said, looking at Agra. All around him, a few more succubi emerged from the shadows. They were all shades and sizes, but each of them had healthy, womanly shapes, with perky breasts, thick thighs, and shapely butts. Each of them had hungry, lustful eyes for Lucas and stayed at the edges of the room while Agra continued teasing him with her touch. Her impressive, DD tits pressed against his body as she leaned in and took in his scent. She reached down and grabbed his cock while kissing him, and she gave him a squeeze when he stiffened at her touch. With a flick of her wrist, she ripped his pants off and cast them aside.

As she did, Sarana uncrossed her legs and slid her fingers down her toned stomach. She began toying with her pussy lips, gasping as she watched the scene in front of her. Agra danced around Lucas, making him shiver with every touch. His cock stood stiff, and Agra got back in front of him and bent over, spreading her plump ass cheeks for him. He slid his cock in, his hands still restrained, and Agra gasped as Lucas began fucking her. Her tits swayed, and the curvy demoness put her hands on the cold floor, and cried out as Lucas had his way with her asshole.

Sarana continued watching, and she began fingering herself while taking in the show. A light gasp escaped her own lips, but she smiled to herself as she watched Lucas’ face twist in pleasure. She knew that, though this may feel good for him now, the end goal would be his total enslavement. Her own nipples stood rock hard and she pushed her fingers in deep, toying with her clit and spreading her legs just a little more as she went in up to her knuckles. She nodded to the other succubi and they smiled and nodded back before proceeding.

As Lucas continued ramming Agra’s ass, one of the other succubi, this one short with small tits and a big ass, jumped up on Lucas’s shoulders and wrapped her thick thighs around his face. She smothered him with her pussy, gasping as he ate her out while still fucking Agra.

A third succubus, this one tall and thin, pulled Agra’s hair and shoved her face in her pussy, creating an orgy with three demons and one human. Lucas’ chains rattled, moans of pleasure filled the chamber, and the sound of Lucas’ pelvis slamming into the thick meat of Agra’s ass while he slurped up the other demon’s pussy caused Sarana to grow wet, hot.

She slid in her chair, picking up the pace of her fingering. Her toes curled and her pussy throbbed as she pushed her fingers in deeper. She looked ahead, fixated on the lean muscles of Lucas’ body, on the curves of her fellow succubi, on the twisted look of pleasure on Agra’s face as she came up for air. She fixated on Agra’s tits swinging back and forth and how the plump demoness’ knees nearly buckled as Lucas continued fucking her. A smile crossed Sarana’s face as she heard Lucas breathing heavily, his human body barely keeping up.

Lucas was lost in wave after wave of pleasure. His cock was buried in one demon’s ass, his face in another’s snatch. He felt a hand from another snake under his legs and toy with his balls. His brain long gave up trying to make sense of it and he just let it all wash over him. He had forgotten everything except what was happening in the moment. He could feel his balls tighten as the slender hand gripped and gave a firm, but gentle squeeze. He drank the sweet taste of the demoness on his face and sighed as another hand ran through the hair on his nearly shaved scalp. A fog had come over his brain, and the pleasure cutting through was the only thing he experienced. His body shuddered as he felt himself about to burst.

“Lucas!” a voice suddenly called out.

He blinked and found himself in the dark. He looked around for the voice, a woman’s, and turned to see his mother emerge from the shadows.

“Boy, what are you doing?!” Helena chastised.

“M...ma? What’s going on?”

“You let the demons get their claws in you, son,” Jonah said, emerging behind his wife and putting his hand on her shoulder. “We’re in the business of killing demons, son. Not fucking them.”

“I’ve told you time and again to be careful, Luke. You know you and your sister get your libidos from me,” Helena said.

“W...what’s happening?” Lucas blinked, suddenly experiencing a headache.

“What’s happening is that you should be helping Selene and Got Chic,” Helena said. “Instead, these succubi are going to break your mind and trap you here as their plaything.”

“Se...Selene? Right...Selene…”

“Yeah, you know, your sister,” Helena said. “Our daughter, who’s smarter, and stronger, and a better sorcerer than you.”

Lucas stared at his parents and then blinked. A smirk then crossed his face and he shook his head. “Fucking Selene...she spiked me with a clarity spell, didn’t she?” He thought back to when his sister flicked him in the forehead.

Jonah smiled. “She knew you’d probably end up in Sarana’s grip and put a spell in to break her hold when you reached climax.”

“At least she didn’t cockblock me this time…” Lucas sighed.

“Stop dicking around and go help your sister,” Helena said.

The fog in Lucas’ mind lifted as his body shuddered and he ejaculated into Agra’s ass. At the same time, the demoness riding his face made him gag when she came. Agra pulled away, her ass dripping and Lucas’ cock draining on the floor in splatters. The demon on his face climbed down and grinned at him as she stepped back. The others all pulled away at the same time and Lucas’ head slumped forward, his cock dangling between his legs.

Sarana let out a cry as she came all over her throne. She moaned slightly and slid out of her seat before approaching her captive.

Lucas looked up to see her grin, and she grabbed his jaw and and flashed razor-sharp teeth as she licked his cum-covered face.

“That was the pleasure, love. Now it’s time for the pain.”

The other succubi closed in, baring their teeth and Lucas looked at them all and smirked before laughing. Sarana stepped back, growling.

“What’s so funny?” Agra asked.

“Nothing,” Lucas said. His eyes flashed and, in a burst of light, the shackles around his wrists vanished. In his hands he held a pair of silver swords. “Just that, if you bitches weren’t so damn evil, we could have had some legit fun.”

Sarana snarled at him. “Kill h-!”

Before Sarana could finish, there was a flash of silver and her head flew from her shoulders and hit the ground. Her body fell and Agra and the other succubi stepped back, looking at each other. Lucas held them back at the point of his swords and eyed each of them.

Agra swallowed a lump in her throat and looked at Sarana’s body and then Lucas. “Hey, man, we don’t even like that bitch. She’s always bullying us into this stuff. And we definitely don’t like that creepy old man she works for.”

The others shook their heads and backed away when Lucas looked at them.

Lucas looked, seeing the fear in the eyes of the ones who looked at him and the relief in the eyes of the ones who looked at Sarana’s body. He shrugged and motioned. “All right, get out of here.”

They all scrambled for the exit, and the short one jumped up and hugged Lucas. “Thank you for not killing us,” she said, giving him a peck on the cheek before running off. Lucas couldn’t help but watch her ass jiggle as she ran.

Agra stayed, her hands still held up as she eyed the human in front of her.

“What?” Lucas asked her.

“Ummm….” She looked him up and down and bit her lip. “Any chance you could hit me up for some of that legitimate fun after you’re finished whatever it is you came here for?”

Lucas smirked and looked Agra over. His cock stiffened. “Can I find you at the Serpent’s Den?”

Agra grinned and nodded. “At the poker tables, usually!” She then turned and ran out.

Lucas shook his head and made his swords vanished. He then snapped and, with a quick spell was dressed again. He whistled and thunder crashed just before he walked out the door. When he was outside, Talon stood on the ground, waiting for him. He climbed on his great companion’s back. “All right, buddy. Let’s go rescue the sister and that fine-ass superhero.”

Talon flapped his wings and took off, back toward the Basilica.

***

Got Chic gagged, her throat in Farrak’s icy grip as he dragged the beaten heroine across the chamber floor, lifted her, and slammed her down on the altar. Before she could get up, Spectral chains shot up and wrapped around her curvy body, pinning her to the surface. Farrak smirked and ran his cold, withered hands across her supple curves. He went up her thighs, up her stomach, played with her tits, and then came to the Got Gem.

“Ah yes, child, you carry an object of power. I will make it mine along with your soul,” Farrak promised.

“Why are you doing this?” Got Chic asked. 

Farrak raised the skull staff. “I have been after this witch’s staff for some time. The souls of those trapped inside are now using the bodies of my loyal followers as vessels, and with this empowered army, my influence will grow.” He then looked at Hexanna before turning back to Selene. “As for you, and the young sorcerer over there, you three will be imbued with souls as well. They will erase your souls from existence and these supple, healthy young bodies will be mine to do with as I see fit,” Farrak taunted. He squeezed her tits again and waved the staff over her body. The eyes glowed and Anita immediately felt a presence inside her body, a creeping evil taking root and spreading. She screamed and writhed in her chains as Farrak laughed.

“Shit!” Selene gasped when she heard Got Chic gasped. She continued fighting, using sword and magic to keep the cultists away. She looked past the crowd and saw Omen and Shadow surrounded. Several cultists were chanting and weaving spells, and the Devil Dogs growled as unbreakable spectral chains held them in place.

“Mama’s coming, babies!” Selene promised as she used a spell that pushed a path through the crowd in front of her. She ran toward her Devil Dogs but was soon in chains herself and brought to her knees. Hands grabbed her sword and pulled it free. Others began to strip her naked, exposing her body to the horde before they began playing with her flesh. She screamed in defiance, demanding to be let go, but the crowd only parted when Farrak approached, carrying the staff.

Got Chic’s screams continued echoing and Farrak smirked. He touched the side of Selene’s face.

“Such a defiant glare. That will go away once I have replaced your soul.” He pressed the skull staff to Selene’s forehead and she screamed as the evil soul trapped in the staff began infiltrating her body.

Farrak smirked, reveling in her pained screams when he noticed a great shadow cast through the windows. A moment later, the skylight on the ceiling shattered and Talon descended, throwing the cultists into disarray. Farrak growled and broke his spell on Selene just as Lucas leapt from Talon’s back with sword raised. Farrak blocked the blow with the staff, but was thrown back when Lucas hit him with a barrier spell.

Talon began tearing through the cultists and freed Shadow and Omen. The Devil Dogs nuzzled against the great bird in appreciation before going back on the attack.

Selene fell to her hands and knees and stood up when Lucas took her arm and helped her up. “Babies! Go free Anita!” she ordered.

Shadow and Omen looked at her and ran for the altar while Talon attacked the cultists. The Dogs bit through the chains and Got Chic rolled off the altar. Shadow slipped under her and got her onto his back and the two Dogs ran back to Selene. Once they regrouped, Got Chic stood up and tried to catch her breath.

“Thanks,” she said, looking at both the twins.

“Thank me later,” Selene said. “Let’s deal with Farrak.”

“Hey, we’re gonna talk about that little spell you spiked me with,” Lucas said.

“It saved your ass, did it not?” Selene asked.

“You HAD to make it mom and dad! It couldn’t have been anyone else?!” Lucas fumed. “And what’s all that bullshit about you being stronger and smarter than me?”

Selene simply grinned.

“Can you two do this later…?” Got Chic asked, raising her fists.

“Fools!” Farrak bellowed. “I will have all your heads for this!”

Selene retrieved her sword. “All right, we’re all gonna hit Farrak at once. Don’t hold back.”

Lucas and Got Chic nodded in agreement and the two sides charged at each other. Selene blocked and deflected magic that Farrak threw at them while Lucas kept him busy with sword strikes. While he did that, Got Chic flew in a wide arc and slammed into the dark priest, knocking him across the room. He skipped across the ground like a stone and Got Chic kept flying to keep up with him. When he got up, he blasted her with an energy bolt from the staff. Got Chic’s image dissipated in a cloud of smoke and Selene stood several feet away holding up her hand as the illusion she cast vanished.

Farrak grunted as the real Got Chic flew at him from the side and gripped his robes. She spun around, launching him skyward. Lucas descended from the sky at the same time, sword raised, and removed Farrak’s head from his body.

Got Chic caught the staff as Farrak’s body landed. The Grim Twins joined her and looked around the room. Talon routed most of the cultists, with many laying dead under his claws and most of the others fleeing in terror after having seen Farrak fall. 

“Yeesh…” Got Chic muttered at the sight of the carnage. “Well, let’s go get Hexanna…” She then flew toward the wheel the the busty Brazilian was held prisoner and paused at the sight in front of her.

Shadow and Omen looked up at her, stopping their feast made up of the three impish demons that were fucking Hexanna. They licked their lips and then went back to eating. Got Chic gingerly stepped around them and began untying Hexanna. Selene walked up and began helping her.

“Hey,” Got Chic said. “Your dogs, they don’t attack people, right? I mean, like humans...”

“Not unless I tell them to,” Selene shrugged. “Lady Midnight asked me the same question. They’re big softies. Honestly. You don’t need to be afraid of them. Just a week ago, Omen wanted to play with Yumi and she screamed and jumped on top of the refrigerator at HQ. Why is everyone so scared of them? ”

Got Chic looked at them again, and saw the two of them fighting over a severed arm. “No reason…”

“Seriously. They’re good boys, and they’re just puppies.”

Got Chic blinked. “They’re puppies?!”

Selene nodded. “Oh yeah, they’re gonna get much bigger before they’re mature. Same with Talon, he’s barely more than a hatchling.”

“I hate magic…” Got Chic uttered as she continued untying Hexanna.

III

Several days later.

The clashing of swords rung through the training room in the Grim family home. Selene and Helena went through weapons training while Hexanna and Jonah sat off to the side, enjoying tea.

“It was quite the ordeal, Lord Grim,” Hexanna explained. “I’m just grateful Anita and your children showed up or I would not be here today.”

Helena walked over and smiled. “It’s good to know they were able to help you, Lady Hexanna. Our small community needs to stick together.”

Hexanna nodded. “You’ve raised wonderful children, Lord and Lady Grim. You should be proud.”

Selene did a little celebratory dance until her mother nudged her with her elbow.

“Where is your brother, Selene?” Jonah asked.

“I dunno, up in his room, probably.”

“Well go find him,” Helena said. “We’re having dinner soon. Lady Hexanna, you’re welcome to stay, of course. We’re having roast duck.”

“Wonderful. It’d be my honor,” Hexanna smiled.

***

Selene walked down the hall and toward Lucas’ room. She paused when she heard panting and heavy breathing coming from inside. “I swear to God, he better not be jacking off in there.” She then kicked the door and barged in, pausing when she saw a pair of shapely brown legs in the air, and her brother’s face between them. She then looked up and saw a chubby, curvy succubus with light purple skin riding the woman’s face while massaging her own naked tit.

“What the fuck?!” Selene gasped.

Agra jumped and looked in her direction. “Oh...hi there. You must be Luke’s sister…I’m Agra...”

Lucas lifted his head and looked up, cum dripping from his chin. “Hey sis…”

Selene walked in and Agra got up.

Anita breathed, her tits heaving, her body sweaty, and her hair a mess. She sat up and shrunk back as Selene charged over and glared at her brother.

“You brought a demon in the house? Seriously?!”

“Agra?” Lucas looked at her. “Nah, it’s fine. She’s cool.”

“All right, you, get lost,” Selene said to Agra.

Agra nodded and climbed off the bed. “I’ll uh...I’ll see you later, babes.” She kissed both Lucas and Anita and then vanished in a burst of flame.

Selene sighed. “Dinner’s almost ready. Go downstairs. Anita, you can join us too, if you want.”

Anita sat up. “What are you having?”

“Roast duck.”

“Ooooh, yay!” Anita said cheerily before getting up. “I’ll go freshen up.” She then stood up, stark naked and picked up her clothes, stained and wrinkled. “Uhh…” She laughed nervously. “Selene...you wouldn’t happen to have some clothes I can borrow, would you?”

Selene sighed and motioned. “Go raid my closet. I’m right across the hall.”

Anita gave her a hug and ran across the hall to Selene’s room.

Lucas began getting dressed. “I’ll be surprised if she finds anything that isn’t black in there.”

Selene glared at her brother. “Put some fucking pants on before I stab you. Dick.”

The End