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Unworthy (Halloween Havoc no. 30)

by Sigma

I

“Oh fuck…” Superia said. “Are we dead?”

“Ugh,” Thorn groaned, sitting up. “If we are, and I’m stuck here with your ass, then this is hell.”

“Fuck off, pipsqueak,” Superia retorted, standing up. She and Thorn were in a beach, with only the ocean and the horizon in front of them. Behind them was a treeline leading into thick jungle, so dense that they couldn’t see much beyond the first few yards. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Thorn grunted as she took Superia’s outstretched hand and stood. She wiped the dirt off of her and then looked up at the cloudless, sunless sky. “Did we fall out of the sky?”

“Yup,” Superia said. “Who the hell knows where that portal sent us?”

“Well…” Thorn said. “...About that. I’ve got some bad news and I’ve got some really bad news.”

Superia turned and looked at her.

“The bad news is the others are still fighting that weirdo tentacle monster without us, and I used up all my seeds in the fight. The really bad news is Thera’s portal, the one meant for the monster, sent us somewhere far, far away from Earth.”

“How the fuck do you know that?”

Thorn turned and looked at the trees and pointed. “I don’t understand a thing the trees are saying,” she answered. “Plus, look at the water.”

Superia turned. “What about it?”

“It’s completely still, bonehead! No waves, no ripples. It looks like glass.”

Superia walked to the water’s edge and looked down, realizing Thorn was right. The water didn’t crash against the sand. It didn’t move at all. She knelt down and dipped her fingers in it, and even that didn’t disturb the surface beyond her fingers submerging. “...Fuck. I’m gonna kick Thera in her ass when we get back…Her and these goddamn portals.”

“Yeah…” Thorn said, plopping down on the sand. “We might as well wait here for someone to come.”

Superia sat down next to her and looked down at the shredded silver spandex of her costume’s bikini-like top. The nipple on her right tit was visible through the tear and the strap on the left shoulder hung, broken. Her shorts were still fully intact, however.

“Why do you wear such a skimpy costume? It’s always getting torn up,” Thorn asked, sitting cross-legged with her head propped up in her hand. She wore her standard costume of a green dress made to look like leaves sown together.

“Because,” Superia said. “I work hard as fuck for this body,” she said, showing her arms of lean muscle, flat stomach with visible abs, and strong, thick thighs. “I’m gonna show off as much as I can without getting arrested.”

“Huh,” Thorn shrugged, satisfied with the answer.

Superia leaned back and spread her legs in the sand. “Why the fuck is it that every time Thera gets us into trouble, we end up fighting something with fucking tentacles?”

“Right?!” Thorn said to her. “Thera joined not long after I did, and first thing, I’m getting fucked by some ugly squid thing. It’s ridiculous! We should...” Thorn then paused and looked back.

“We should what?” Superia asked.

Thorn raised a hand for her to be quiet. She focused on something in the treeline, which made Superia look back.

“You see something?”

“No…” Thorn answered. “But the trees...I think they’re trying to warn us…” She watched for a few more seconds and then stood, and Superia followed suit. The tops of the trees rustled, as if a strong wind moved through them, but the two heroines felt nothing on their skin.

The rustling grew more frantic, and Superia glanced over at Thorn, noticing a look of worry on her face. She then caught movement out the corner of her eye and looked back. “FUCK!” She shoved Thorn forward, toward the forest.

“What are you...AH!” she screamed when she saw them.

Emerging from below the water came a small horde of strange, bipedal fish men. They were roughly six feet tall, with bluish-gray scales, and bulging eyes. They paused and stood there, watching the heroines, and Superia shoved Thorn behind her. The two sides stood still, watching each other for several moments before one of the fishmen pointed a scaly, webbed finger at them and let out a horrifying screech. The others then, silently, began running toward the heroines.

Thorn ran for the forest while Superia slowed them down, hitting the first one that reached them with a punch that sent it flying back into the others. She then turned and ran behind Thorn, with the two of them reaching the treeline before long. Superia glanced back and stopped, grabbing the back of Thorn’s dress and nearly yanking the five-foot heroine off of her feet.

“Hey!” Thorn said. “Why’d you stop?!”

“Why did they?” Superia asked, pointing at the fish men, who stood at the edge of the jungle but did not cross into it.

Thorn stared at the fishmen for several moments, and they stood still as statues, their bulbous, black eyes fixed on the pair. She looked to Superia for an explanation, but the taller heroine simply shook her head and shrugged.

“Where the fuck are we, Shorty?”

Thorn grabbed her arm. “Let’s...see if we can find some civilization. The trees are quiet now, so I think we’re safe.” She then forced herself to walk away and made Superia follow.

The two of them continued on for a while, with Thorn looking up through the thick canopy overhead at the slivers of sunlight. “The sun’s been in the same place in the sky the entire time…”

“How long have we been walking?” Superia asked.

“I don’t know…” Thorn then paused. “But...there’s something else bothering me.”

“What?”

“Do you hear anything?”

Superia paused, listened, and shook her head.

“That’s just it,” Thorn said. “No bugs or animals. We haven’t seen a single sign of life since we’ve been here except those fishmen.”

“Shit…” Superia said. “And it feels like we’re walking in circles in this damn forest.” She looked up. “I’m gonna climb up top and see if I see anything.”

Thorn looked up. “I dunno...I don’t like it…”

“Well, if you have a better idea, let’s hear it.”

Thorn sighed. “All right, fine, go. Just be careful.”

Superia grinned. “I didn’t know you cared.”

Thorn folded her arms and scoffed. “If you die here, everyone’s gonna think I killed you.”

“That would never happen,” Superia said. “I’ll smother you with my tits first.”

Before Thorn could react, Superia grabbed the sides of her head and pressed her face into her very ample bust. Thorn let out a surprised, muffled yelled as her face was buried in Superia’s soft, warm flesh, and she gasped for air and looked at the towering, busty brunette when she finally let her go.

“I fucking hate you…”

Superia laughed. “Just hang back here. It won’t take me long.” She began climbing the tree and Thorn watched her, astonished at how quickly she managed it. She then forced herself to look away when she realized her gaze was fixed on the curves of Superia’s ass, perfectly toned by long hours in the gym and a lifetime of athletics.

After a few more minutes, Superia reached the top-most branch of the tree and looked into the distance. “Hey! Becky!” she shouted. “There’s a building that way!” she pointed.

Thorn looked in the direction she pointed and only saw more trees. She looked up the tree. “What kind of a building?!”

“Can’t tell! It’s like, a tower or something. I doesn’t go too much higher than the trees, though!”

“Well, I guess that’s where we’re going. Now get down here before you break your neck!”

Superia started to make her way down the tree, jumping from branch to branch in a series that acrobatic moves that put Thorn’s nerves on edge. About halfway down, Superia landed on one branch and wobbled after landing. Thorn felt her heart skip a beat and Superia corrected before she fell. Thorn watched her closely when she noticed a long, sinuous shaped sliding down from above and behind Superia.

“Shit…” Thorn whispered. “Behind you!”

“What?!” Superia yelled down. “What’d you say?!”

“BEHIND YOU!” Thorn yelled again and pointed.

Superia turned around and saw a thick, hanging vine, seemingly moving under its own power. “What the fuck…?” She then saw the bark of the tree shift, until a twisted and agonized face formed on its surface. “Oh shit!” She stepped back out of reflex and one foot slipped, but before she fell, the vine lashed out and wrapped around her slim waist, yanking her into the air.

“Hey!” She screamed, gripping the vine and planting her feet against the tree. “Let go!” At the same time, more vines came down and grabbed her arms and legs, wrapping around the iron muscles tight and immobilizing them. The eerie face in the tree shifted into a twisted smile as the vines coiled around Superia’s body.

“Shit!” Thorn said, looking up. All around her, she could hear the trees making a commotion in their alien language. She didn’t understand a word of it, but the intent was becoming clear. There was malice...bloodlust in their tone, as the tree in front of her took Superia in its clutches. She turned and looked at the trees and focused, trying to impose her command over nature on them, but unsure if her powers even worked on whatever world this was. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the tumult the trees were making, and forcing herself to ignore Superia’s angry screams and curses as she fought back against the tree holding her.

“Come on…” Thorn said.

“Get the fuck off of me!” Superia demanded as the tree pulled her legs apart. She strained her muscles against her captor to no effect, and she watched as the face in the tree eyed her with a vicious grin. She then felt vines slithering up the smooth, bare skin of her thighs before it began probing at the edge of her shorts, tugging at them and attempting to pull them down.

“No! Don’t you even fucking try it!” Before she could admonish her captor any more, another vine slithered up her back and wrapped around her head and mouth, gagging her, and she let out angry cries as the rough surface of the vine slipped into her shorts and began toying with her sex. It slid in slowly, playing with the captive heroine’s insides. More vines appeared from the canopy, wrapping around Superia’s healthy tits and squeezing them as her womanhood was taken by the tree.

The face contorted into what looked like an expression of laughter, though no sound came out, and Superia stared back with naked, white-hot fury, even as she felt the pleasure mounting. The vines continued pumping her, continued toying with the soft, delicate skin of her thighs and breasts, and Superia flipped between moaning in ecstasy and cursing in muffled anger at her situation. She felt herself growing wet, felt her body beginning to betray her as it always did in these situations.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as her body bucked with the pumping motions of the vines. The tree continued watching her with a mocking expression on that hideous face, and Superia felt a haze settling over her mind as the pleasure began winning the battle. She drooled against the gag covering her mouth, her muscles tightened and contracted, and with time, she stopped resisting as the sentient plant took her. It slid itself in her womanhood as deep as it could go, and she let out a sigh as it stretched her out, taking long, deliberate strokes that brought waves of pleasure with every movement. She was fast reaching a moment she was all too familiar with every time she found herself on the losing end of a fight with a monster, alien, demon, or enemy – the part where they break her.

“...Fuck…” she groaned into her gag as the moment neared.

Down on the ground, Thorn focused her powers, trying to control the alien plant life. “Come on, come oooon….”

“You are focusing on control, not cooperation,” a voice boomed in her head. Thorn opened her eyes and looked around, seeing she was alone. It took her a moment before she recognized the voice as that of The Lurker Beneath the Mire, the strange, eldritch entity that granted her powers to her.

“Lurker? You’re here?!”

“I am everywhere greenery exists, chosen…”

“...Okay, okay. So I can work with these alien plants?”

“They are more advanced than those on your world. They will not be subjugated. But they can be bargained with.”

“Okay…” Thorn said to herself, shifting her focus. Instead of trying to dominate and command the plants, she projected an aura of calm outward toward the plants. Their tumult, the noise they made, shifted to something more soothing. When Thorn opened her eyes, she looked up and saw faces growing on the trees all around her. Twisted visages with neutral expressions all fixed on her. She looked around and then up and saw Superia, entangled and penetrated, and she turned back to the trees.

“Do you think you could release my idiot friend?”

Up top, Superia’s thighs quivered and her juices spilled out, soaking her meaty legs and drenching her shorts. Her limbs went limp and she looked listlessly at the the face in the tree, whose expression softened as it removed the gag from her mouth..

“What’s the matter with you…?” Superia said weakly. “You go limp on me?” She asked, her legs still twitching from orgasm. She then looked when she realized its hold was loosening. “Wait...waaaaaaiiiitt!!” she screamed as she plummeted.

“AH!” Thorn screamed as Superia fell, hitting several branches on the way down before she landed on the floor of the jungle. Thorn stood there, stunned, for several seconds, watching Superia. “...Bonehead...Naomi…? Are you dead?”

“Why didn’t you tell that fucker to put me down gently, you little weed?” Superia groaned. She pushed herself up, bruised but fine otherwise. “Oooow…”

Thorn let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god.” She then helped Superia stand up.

“I’m gonna kick Thera’s ass…” Superia said, stretching her back. She then pat Thorn on the shoulder. “Thanks for the save, pipsqueak.”

“Yeah, sure…” Thorn said. “Maybe we should go find that building now.”

“After we deal with them,” Superia said, nodding.

Thorn turned and looked, seeing several misshapen forms shambling out of the brush toward them. They were best described as bipedal insects, their bodies sporting the various forms of creatures like roaches, moths with torn wings, centipedes, and other things that crawled, but everyone had the face of a human, bloated and twisted in pain.

Thorn gasped and stepped back. “What the hell are they?!”

Superia rolled her shoulders and stretched. “Something to punch.”

“They are the unworthy,” a voice spoke, calling the attention of the heroines to a tree branch above the shambling horde. This being was another humanoid-insect hybrid, but the opposite of the others. He had the body of a human male, hidden under dark yellow, flowing robes, and his head was that of an insect, with multiple, bulging eyes and pincers around a small mouth. He leapt from his perch and landed between the two sides, light as a feather. “Welcome, outsiders.”

“You run this place?” Superia said.

“This is the domain of the gods. I, Hamra, and merely their servant.”

“Uh huh…” Superia said. “Well, Hamra, my pint-sized buddy and I are stranded here until our friends arrive. So you and the rest of your hive can fuck off and leave us alone. We won’t bother you.”

“I am not interested in you, wild woman,” Hamra said before turning to Thorn. “It is that one who has drawn the gaze of my masters.”

Thorn stepped back and Superia glanced at her and then at Hamra. “Oh, you’re into petite girls, eh? I’m too much for you?” she asked with a grin, squeezing her tits together.

Hamra didn’t say anything else. Instead, he moved with a sudden burst of speed.

“What the fu-” Superia said before she heard Thorn grunt. She turned to her side and saw Thorn pitch forward, but Hamra grabbed the back of her dress and tucked the unconscious heroine under his arm.

“Do with this one what you will,” Hamra said to his minions before leaping into the trees. “You will join the unworthy,” he told Superia.

“Like fuck, I will!” she yelled back, barging past the insect-men and running up Hamra’s tree before leaping to his branch. Hamra watched her and timed her descent before spinning and landing a hard kick to her stomach. Superia grunted under the force of the blow and plummeted back to the jungle floor, screaming as the insect horde fell upon her with grasping legs, antennae, and feelers.

Hamra watched her vanish under the tide before looking at his prize. He then moved through the trees, deeper into the jungle.

II

Thorn stirred awake, and sat up, finding herself alone, drifting in endless dark. “Naomi?!” she called out. Her voice echoed in the dark. She stood up, and gasped when she felt cold, strong hands, slide up her stomach and grasp her bare A-cups, and it was only then that she realized she was naked.

She felt a body press against her, a man’s body, its weight and coldness sending a chill through her own body as it fought her mental commands to get away.

“You’ve been blessed, outsider,” the familiar voice spoke. “Your life force is unique, robust, touched by power that rivals that of my masters.”

Thorn looked back and screamed when she realized Hamra was the one holding her. He massaged the delicate green skin of her breasts with one hand and slid the other down her flat stomach. His fingers began to toy with the folds of her labia.

“L...let go of me!” She screamed, still unable to move. “What did you do with Naomi?!”

“Your companion was left to the Unworthy. She will become as one of them as so many before her have, if they do not devour her flesh first,” Hamra said. “Worry not...you are meant for more important things.”

She whimpered and gasped as the bug-faced Hamra continued toying with her flesh. His touch was delicate, almost considerate, and she felt the feelers on his face fondling at the skin on her back, causing her to bristle at his touch.

“Why are you doing this to me…?” she breathed.

“It is as I have said, you are chosen. I wish to join our energies in congress, that ascension may be achieved.”

Thorn bit her lip, a sudden well of pleasure rising in her core. One of Hamra’s hands gently caressed her neck, while the other continued exploring her womanhood. His feelers gently brushed against her skin, and she found herself spreading her legs for him, letting him in as he explored her body.

She reached back, feeling between Hamra’s legs until she found a stiffening penis, and she wrapped her hand around it. She began stroking, and Hamra grunted at her touch. Thorn bit her lip and sighed, stroking Hamra’s length while he continued fingering her. His thumb played with her erect clit, and she squealed at the sensation, instinctively curling her toes while he played with her walls. She gasped when his fingers brushed against her G-spot, and she reflexively tightened her grip on his cock.

Hamra grunted, his breath warm on Thorn’s naked back, and he took his hand from her neck and put it on the back of her head. At Hamra’s urging, Thorn got on her knees. With his fingers still inside of her, Thorn reached back and spread her small, perky butt cheeks and guided Hamra’s cock in, gasping as he stretched her hole while gently inserting himself.

Within moments, the insect-faced being was thrusting in and out of Thorn’s rear while he continued fingering her. She gasped and cried, whimpered and begged for more, and Hamra picked up his pace, driving his member home harder and faster, while still continuing to stimulate her sex with his fingers. He squeezed her hip before grabbing her long, green hair and pulling, and Thorn cried out.

“Yes! Yes!!”

Hamra only grunted in satisfaction, the flesh of his hips slapping against the meat of Thorn’s ass. The pleasure climbed by the second, swelling and peaking until Thorn couldn’t take it any longer. She let out a shrill, sustained shriek, and felt her whole body quake with orgasm as the breath left her body and her heart raced in her naked chest.

She then felt Hamra pull out and she fell to the floor, closing her eyes and moaning contentedly.

Moments later, she opened her eyes and felt her naked skin on slick, cold stone. She sat up, still naked, her slim, green thighs stained, and found herself in a cavernous space that looked to be a temple.

Statues were spread out all over the floor, of various beings engaged in different acts of sex. Men and woman, men and men, women and woman, groups of 3, 4, 5, and more. Some of the beings looked human, perfect and sculpted ideal forms. Others were like Hamra, human bodies with the heads of insects. Over the smaller statues were much, much larger ones. Perfect humanoid figures, the men with athletic builds and the women with curvy, womanly forms.

“We will be as gods,” Hamra said.

Thorn gasped in surprised and turned to find him standing next to her with his hands behind his back. His naked body was the picture-perfect male form, slim, with chiseled abs, lean muscles, broad shoulders. He turned and looked at Thorn.

“What is this place?”

“A temple to their magnificence,” he said, motioning to the larger statues. “What you see are the lords of this island, masters of the pleasures of the flesh. Those who have ascended due to their achieving perfect balance of life energies.”

Thorn stood up, swaying on still weakened legs, and she stumbled toward a statue. One of a man and woman in a 69 position.

“Wait…” Thorn started. “I don’t understand…these beings are some kinds of gods?”

“Yes,” Hamra answered. “They were mortals who ascended through mastery of their life energies and congress with their partners, who possessed life energy in similar great amounts.”

“They became gods, by having sex…” Thorn said.

“It is not possible for just any mortal. Only those chosen...those like us. I was once the champion of a god of my world, stranded in this place during battle. I have worshiped at this temple, I have heard their wisdom. They have invited me to sit at their table, providing I could find a worthy partner, with whom I could combine life energy.”

“...And those...things in the forest and on the beach?”

“The partners I found to be lacking,” Hamra said. “Cast into the dirt and left to regress into the lesser lifeforms they have become. My masters have granted me the power to cast judgment, and so I exercise that power.”

Thorn backed away from Hamra. “I’m not interested in becoming a sex god…” She began looking for the exit.

“You misunderstand. I will ascend. You will be drained of your life force and left to whither.”

“What?! You’re just gonna fuck me and throw me away?!”

“You haven’t a choice in the matter. I heard your master whisper to you. You have the power I seek. I will take it from you and sit among my masters as their equal.”

“Look, buddy, the last time I got pumped and dumped was when I still lived in Queens. He was a smarmy little shit I met at karaoke. I’ll be damned if some asshole with a bug face is gonna do it to me!”

“I am not asking.”

Thorn braced herself as Hamra charged. He slammed into her, knocking her into a statue. Her head whipped back into the hard surface and she dropped to the ground. Hamra then grabbed her by her neck and lifted her. He inserted his middle and ring fingers on his free hand inside of her, moving them around and drawing gasps from her as she kicked and tried to get free.

“The ascension will take some time, but I will get to know this body as I take what is mine,” Hamra promised.

Thorn gagged in his grip, looking around for something she could use. She saw various vines and tree roots encroaching upon the temple and held out her hand, trying to focus on calling their aide as Hamra’s hands moved around inside of her.

Hamra opened his mouth, a may full of tiny, razor teeth, and nibbled on the soft, perky flesh of Thorn’s tits. She gasped as he sucked on her nipples and nibbled at her skin, and her concentration nearly broke as she called on the plant life to help her. Suddenly, roots in the ground shift and snaked toward them, and they coiled around Hamra’s ankles.

He looked down and grunted, dropping Thorn as they yanked him back. She fell to her knees, gasping for air, and looked as, with a slashing motion of his bare hand, Hamra cut himself free. He rolled to his feet, and Thorn was back on her knees the minute she got back up.

Hamra grabbed her hair. “Do not resist.” He then threw her onto her back, forcing her down as he grabbed her legs and forced them apart. He applied his weight on top of her, his stiff cock sliding home and making her groan.

“Asshole!” Thorn cried out, hitting him in his broad chest as he began fucking her. “Get off!” She clawed at his face, pressing her fingernails in his bulbous eyes. Hamra grunted, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the floor, and Thorn cried out, laying there as she was taken by him.

As he did, he leaned in and forced her to look him in the inky blackness of his eyes. “I will take your mind before I take your body,” Hamra said. “You will not fight me.”

His feelers then shifted, forcing themselves down’s Thorn’s throat as they gasped and her eyes rolled back in her head.

***

Hamra found himself in the middle of an expansive swamp, surrounded by dense forest and murky water. He looked around, trying to get his bearings when he suddenly found himself in a massive shadow. He turned and found himself in the presence of a titan of wood and moss with great antlers on its broad head, its eyes glowing bright green.

“What are you doing here, invader?” the thing’s voice boomed in Hamra’s head.

Hamra looked up. “...You are the woman’s patron? What are you called?”

“To her people, I am the Lurker Beneath the Mire. What are you doing here?” he repeated.

“I am taking her, that I may ascend.”

The Lurker narrowed its eyes. “You have no claim to her. She belongs to me, and I have much for her to do. Leave her be, fanatic. Now.”

“My gods protect me, nature spirit. I will claim your chosen and ascend.”

“I am older than your pathetic hedonist gods. Disobey me, and you will become nothing more than that which fertilizes my grand design.”

“An ancient thing, leveling empty threats. You are the pathetic one,” Hamra gloated. “When my ascension is complete, you will be among the first against whom I use my power.”

The Lurker narrowed his eyes at Hamra and fell silent for several chilling seconds. “You have made your choice. Begone.”

***

Back in reality, Thorn screamed as Hamra continued fucking her and brought her to orgasm. Her body convulsed, every muscle twitching as her juices spilled out on the floor of the temple. Hamra, satisfied, pulled out of the broken heroine and stroked himself, emptying the contents of his balls on her narrow chest and flat stomach as she lay there, gasping for air.

Hamra stood up, taking a deep breath as he watched the heroine laying at his feet, gasping for air. His cock still dripped and he knelt down, coating his fingers with Thorn’s juices. He licked them clean looked her over. “Rest. We do this again when you have recovered.”

Thorn mumbled incoherently as Hamra turned to walk away. He then stopped when he heard her shift and turned to see her rising to her feet, her arms hanging at her sides as though she weren’t fully in control of her body.

“You have forced my hand, fanatic…” Thorn said.

Hamra spun around and faced her, recognizing that it wasn’t the heroine speaking to him.

“You were given the opportunity to walk away and you squandered it. Now you will die. Your gods will not save you.”

Hamra froze and stepped back. Thorn looked up, her eyes glowing green, and she pointed at him.

Hamra looked around, hearing scuttling sounds that came from all around him, as well chittering and the deafening cacophony of thousands of songs at once. Then the floor of the temple became a living blanket as insect swarms flooded in from every direction, every crevasse and shadow. Hamra grunted and leapt away from the swarm, landing on top of one of the larger statues, only to be swarmed by a living cloud of winged insects that attacked him from all sides.

“No!” he yelled, punching and kicking, trying to force them off. As he desperately fought, Thorn, possessed by the Lurker, turned and looked at him.

“I told you, fanatic. Fertilizer for my designs. Do not anger your betters.”

“NOO!” Hamra screamed as they winged insects covered him completely. He lost his footing and slipped from the statue, landing on the floor, and he trashed and flailed and screamed as the bugs on the ground covered him completely, drowning him in a sea of pincers, legs, and stingers.

The light then left Thorn’s eyes and she collapsed. The insects on the ground cleared the area around her to give her space to rest.

III

Thorn woke with a start and let out a muffled cry when she felt warm, soft flesh pressed against her face and mouth. She struggled for several seconds under another person’s weight and flailed her arms, hitting whoever was laying on top of her.

After a few moments, she gasped and watched Superia sit up, lifting her bare tits off Thorn’s face. Thorn sat up, couching and sucking in air as she looked at her naked teammate, who sat across from her with a grin on her face.

“You...you woke me up with your tits?!” Thorn said in disbelief. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“I tried smacking your face,” Superia said. “You didn’t wake up.”

Thorn sighed. “You fucking jackass.” She then took a deep breath. “At least you aren’t dead…”

“Yeah, those fuckers nearly got me, but I pulled through,” Superia told her. “Where’s that creep who kidnapped you?”

Thorn looked around. “Oh...no clue…” She stood when Superia offered her hand.

“What the hell is this place?” Superia asked.

“Temple. Sex gods or something…” Thorn told her.

“Nice!” Superia said, running off to look at the statues.

Thorn watched her go and shook her head. She then jumped when an insect crawled on her shoulder and nearly squashed it.

“Stay your hand, chosen,” the Lurker’s voice echoed in her head. “I have seen that the fanatic will trouble you no more.”

Thorn stared at the insect. “You killed him? How?”

“Worry not. I will not have the servants of lesser gods take what is mine. They will know to stay in their place after this place.”

“What do you mean?” Thorn asked. But before she received and answer, the bug sprouted wings and flew away and she stood there and watched. She then noticed the ground moving and looked down to see a swarm of insects moving past her feet toward the statue. “Oh shit…Bonehead!” she yelled. “We gotta go!”

“Oh fuck!” Superia screamed from somewhere among the statues. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Moments later, she came bolting out of the statues, holding something in one hand. The insects cleared a path for her and she ran toward Thorn, scooping her up in her other arm and running for the temple’s exit.

Thorn watched as the insects climbed the statues of the hedonist gods and began devouring them.

*

Outside, sometime later, Thorn and Superia stood and watched as the strange insects covered every inch the temple, its ancient stone facade food for the seemingly millions of creatures.

“...Fuck this place…” Superia said.

“Yeah…” Thorn agreed. She then looked down at the thing Superia was holding and noticed it was a foot-long stone phallus. “What the hell is that?”

Superia raised and then shoved it in Thorn’s face with a grin. “I broke it off one of those statues. We have no idea how long we’re gonna be here, and a girl has needs.” She gently rubbed it against Thorn’s face and lips. “Unless I can use you instead.”

“Ugh!” Thorn scoffed, smacking her hand away. “You are such an asshole!” She huffed and folded her arms. “But you’re right, we might be here a while. We should probably think about shelter...and find a way to make a fire. Then we’ll need food and…”

Before she could continue, energy cracked in the air as a portal opened in front of them. Moments later, Xanthe, Blaze, and Thera walked through.

“Oh!” Blaze said, waving when she saw Superia and Thorn. “There you guys are!”

“Well that was fast,” Thorn said. “Did we win the fight?”

“The monster was subdued,” Xanthe said. “We came here the moment the battle was won.”

“Are you two okay?” Thera asked.

Superia glared at the sorceress. “Hey, Shorty, hold this…” she said, tossing the stone cock to Thorn. She then advanced on Thera.

“Naomi, what’s wrong? I...Naomi!” she yelled in surprised when Superia grabbed her hair, bent her over her knee and hiked up Thera’s robes to expose her bare, toned, tanned ass. She then struck it sharply and Thera yelled in surprise.

“No. More. Fucking. Portals!” Superia said, smacking Thera on her ass with every word.

Xanthe, Blaze, and Thorn just stood by and watched while Thera cried and begged for help. Blaze then turned and looked at the temple, swarming with insects.

“Ew!” the red headed heroine scream. “We should hurry up and leave.”

Xanthe nodded and turned to Thorn. “Why are you holding a penis made of stone?”

“Let’s just fucking go home,” Thorn said with a sigh, going back through the portal. Xanthe shrugged and followed her and Blaze ran through after them.

Superia finished spanking Thera and pulled her to her feet. She then went through the portal without another word.

Thera winced and rubbed her tender, red ass before limping behind Superia. “I was only trying to help…”

The End