Chapter 113 - Preparing to Leave the Deadlands

5 Weeks Later...

Brae’s galley wasn’t there when they’d first arrived at the meetup spot, but after camping two days the galley made a pass to see if Trey was back - lo and behold they were. Rowboats were sent out to collect the scarred summoner and his gang, and soon enough they were back on the ship.

Trey sheathed his vampiric canines with a shrug. “It doesn’t hurt. The change to my demonic features doesn’t hurt either.”

He followed up with numerous spurts of growth and retraction concerning his horns - leaving them back in their usual position after growing them out again. He’d gotten used to them, and they felt just as part of him now as his hands did. The same could be said for his tail, though he knew the new ability to hide his demonic features at a whim would be invaluable while traveling the more civilized parts of the world.

Brae looked a little shocked, but shook his head and clapped a hand on Trey’s shoulder as the masts were let loose to bring the ship to a gliding fast pace over the sea’s waves under the cool, morning sky. “So you’re part vampire too now? Your goddess certainly has a keen eye for you. Regardless, I’ll take you to Mobobe. It’s a little inland, so I’ll take you to the port city of Neirtho. Mobobe is certainly rough around the edges… but it’s nothing compared to Teretog. You should be fine.”

Trey smirked, eyes glazed over as he though about what was to come. Brae had no idea Trey was about to try and infiltrate a sanctified vampiric city, but there was no reason to make his friend worry. “Yeah. It should be fine.”

Taen clambered aboard with the phantom Coriana trailing close behind, floating amongst the breeze effortlessly and casually looking around as the young necromancer put his feet on deck. He was the last of the group to finally board, and was pulled up by Izumi and Bann who were chatting about their plans once they finally reached the western continent. Bann was particularly excited, because he hadn’t been to civilization in hundreds of years… ever since he’d been turned into an Ornthas ghoul - he’d been considered contagious and quarantined like the rest of his kind here in the Deadlands. However, with Jason’s tweaking of the plague remedy, he’d been able to completely cure himself of any signs of the plague.

Now Bann was just a simple, regular undead.

“Are you sure your goddess will procure the ring of shadows for me after this is all over?” Taen asked skeptically, huffing and brushing off his long black robes. “Maltetious will be really pissed off if I go and do this then don’t come back with what she wants.”

Trey gave a flippant wave of his hand. “Yes, yes. Eleknar clarified it after I renegotiated the terms of the reward for doing this.”

Taen’s frown softened slightly, and with an affirmatory nod of his head - the necromancer passed by Juila with a smile to follow Jason below decks.

A number of sailors were on board, as were many of the prostitutes Trey’d left behind with them. They waved or nodded submissively whenever Trey glanced their way as they stood talking to various people on the ship. 6 women and 1 man, to be exact, and according to Brae - they’d been put to good use to keep the crew entertained. Brae had informed Trey there’d been no incidents of violence or forcefulness, and that Trey’s prostitutes had actually become rather good friends with many of Brae’s men.

As strange as that was, Trey was happy to hear it.

Trey motioned to the large hole he’d blown open in the galley a lifetime ago had now been patched over with newer and slightly off-colored wood in the ship’s center. “I see you fixed the boat.”

“She’s not a boat!” Brae retorted, folding his arms and giving Trey a raised eyebrow. “Her name is Nelly now.”

“Nelly?”

“That’s right.”

“Shit name.”

“It’s a downright amazing name, you little bastard!”

Trey and Brae chuckled together - until the captain head-nodded to where Ezdeath was speaking with Rivia.

“I see you got yourself another one. And Piggy has changed too. I’m rather jealous… Is Ezdeath a succubus?”

“Pureblood succubus.”

“What’s the difference?”

“They’re far stronger and their ability to manipulate people is far more potent. That, and she also has the ability to change faces… something I don’t think regular succubi can do. Just found this out myself when I finally reviewed her status page.”

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Simplified Status Page

Name: Ezdeath

Title: Warden of Necranoc

Race: Pureblood Succubus, Greater Demon

Class: Champion

Level: 705

HP: 2700/2700

MP: 1432/1432

SP: 3744/3744

DP: 1/1

Skills: Polearms***** (lvl. 554), Blades* (lvl. 126), Heavy Armor*** (lvl. 343),

Hellfire Missiles*** (lvl. 312)(Chaos), Quickstep*** (lvl. 301)(Sacred Art),

Black Lightning** (lvl. 265)(Chaos), Black Lotus* (lvl. 124)(Sacred Art),

Chaos Ball* (lvl. 122)(Chaos), Font of Life* (lvl. 120)(Blood),

Red Cleansing* (lvl. 109)(Blood),

Champion’s Oath: Enhanced Block* (lvl. 107)(sacred art),

Champion’s Oath: Power Stroke* (lvl. 102)(sacred art),

Hand to Hand Combat^^^^^^^ (lvl. 71),

Champion’s Oath: Grasping Heart^^^^ (lvl. 40)(sacred art),

Bloody Strings^^^ (lvl. 33)(Blood), Shields^^^ (lvl. 30)

Traits: Flying, Elitist, Inspirational (Aura), Royal Blood, Potent Pheromones, Temptation’s

Voice, Paragon Warrior, Many Faces, Trey Bon’s Minion

Magical Attributes: Chaos, Blood

Opinion of you: Unsure

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“You see that ‘Many Faces’ trait?” Trey turned back to where the stunningly beautiful women were leaning against a railing. Ezdeath’s armor was nowhere to be seen, and her skimpy rags gave little to the imagination.

She was an absolute bombshell. He really needed to get the courage to make a move on her… but the way she held herself made him feel small and unworthy. Even during their training and sparring sessions, Trey was outclassed in every way. She was just… better than him. In both looks and power, and it made him feel inadequate even if she did worship him as an idol.

“That trait means she can disguise herself without magic, it’s a minor form of shapeshifting. Rivia! Ezdeath! Get over here!”

The two demoness immediately turned upon their master’s call, and with an under-her-breath comment - Rivia began to giggle while Ezdeath smiled widely.

“What does the Heir desire?” Ezdeath asked with a polite bow, tail swishing from side to side as her wings retracted back into her skin. Her golden eyes narrowed teasingly as she came up to stop right next to him, pressing her voluptuous breasts against Trey’s chest for Brae to oggle unrepentantly. “Finally me, perhaps?”

Rivia’s giggling grew louder as Trey’s face flushed bright red. She knew full well what Trey’s thoughts on the matter were because she’d flat out asked him, so it’d been her sole duty to give Ezdeath suggestions on how to tease and psycologically torture their poor master at every turn for their own amusement.

Trey avoided eye contact and turned to Brae instead, who was staring wide-eyed at the absolutely jaw-dropping, porcelain woman up close. “Ezdeath, could you show Brae what you showed me just recently with the face-changing?”

Ezdeath gave him a pouty puppy-dog look, pooching her lips and letting her eyes go wide as her hand trailed across his abdominal muscles. Then she humphed, sighed, and stepped back. “Fine.”

An instant later and her features began to morph. Her curved, black, larger horns became smaller and went from the sides of her forehead to the center of her forehead. Her snow-white hair turned into a dark black and shortened just slightly, though still remained slightly past her shoulders. Her skin went from white to purple, and her eyes from golden to red. Even the bone structure of her face changed just slightly - until he was looking at an exact replica of Rivia.

Brae guffawed and threw his hands up into the air as the sound of the sea’s waves splashed against the side of the moving galley. “By the gods! There are two of them now!”

Ezdeath rolled her eyes at the mortal man and lifted her nose up in his direction. She really didn’t like humans, or so she told Trey so often, but she put up with them for his sake as was evidenced by the way she grudgingly put up with Coctim and Claire without eating them. “I can shift forms for a couple hours at a time, but it wears on me. I also have to follow a few rules: I must stay as a humanoid female. I can pass as any type of mortal woman without anyone knowing the better, I can even disguise my status page to those who try to read it if they aren’t too skilled in identification… but eventually I revert back to my original form. It’s like flexing a muscle, and becomes tiresome.”

The succubus shifted back to her normal body, her tail unfurling out behind her as it shot from her back, and gave Trey a peck on the cheek. “Let me know if you ever get the courage to proceed further…”

Winking and turning tail, she pulled Rivia by the hand to walk back to the railing.

With that, Trey turned his attention over to the scrawny mage - Coctim, and pointed him out to Brae. “Coctim has another ship called ‘The Cold Water.’ It’s docked further down the coast of Ornthas, so we’ll need to get there first to pick up the rest of his crew before heading out west. We also need to get back to Teretog to buy and sell a few things too. So get your ass over to the helm and set a course, we have a long trip ahead of us.”

Brae gave him a quick pat on the back, a quick once-over of the two women, and then left Trey to his thoughts.

Morning dew clung to the wood of the large boat. Trey wiped a finger along the bow and rubbed the moisture into his skin as his eyelids began to droop. It felt nice. The air was fresh and a breeze blew gently against the sails as they set off into the waters of the sea, northwards, towards the Lawless Lands. His two collared pets, Piggy and Telipe, were both fast asleep next to some crates on deck after having carried the group’s supplies for so long - and far above them a bird of paradise sailed the winds.

His anxiety was building. The deadlands had been his home for quite some time now and he had grown accustomed to it, as weird as that was. Facing civilization outside of the Lawless Lands would be a hard time for him – even aside from dealing with potential bounty hunters that would likely come at them in time. The Lawless Lands were a plethora of the downtrodden, the human trash and criminals of numerous societies wanting to hide from the rest of the world. In the Lawless Lands Trey and the others were accepted for what they were… more or less.

But now that the Fost guild was gone… there was nothing left for him here. He needed to turn this page of his life over, and begin anew.

“When we get to Teretog, let’s wait before continuing on to Neirtho and Mobobe so I can finish up Bann’s armor. That ok with you, Trey?” asked Izumi with that sweet, innocent smile he could never say no to.

Izumi was such a nice person it made Trey’s brain hurt, but the top hat she now always wore and those ridiculous goggles hanging around her neck gave him cause to smile even more.

“How long will it take to complete the sets of armor? I thought it’d take a while, and we don’t have much time.” Replied Trey with a raised eyebrow.

“Not long if I hurry!” exclaimed Izumi excitedly while clapping her hands together. “I was going to buy some armor from other vendors and shape it to Bann. Shouldn’t take more than a day.”

Trey nodded his approval and hiccupped as the ghoul Izumi was talking about watched from a close distance next to where Ashe was excitedly discussing Curse theory with Napoleon. “Sure, it would probably be unwise to go on without them being protected anyways. Just be able to do it within a day because we need to get a move on.”

Izumi immediately gave him a high five, a friendly hug, and went over to chat with Ashe and Bann.

“How long until we reach the Lawless Lands? It has been a while since we left Ornthas.” Trey called out to Brae above on the upper deck.

Brae shrugged between barking orders at the sailors who began scrambling at the captain’s shouts. “Well… the ship will need further repairs before we make a long trip. We caught the underside of the ship against a reef, and it’s leaking just slightly but nothing that we haven’t been able to patch up. Still, we need to reinforce it just in case. By the way, feel free to use the captain’s quarters in the back. I know you’re likely wanting some privacy.”

Trey gave Brae a smile and a thumbs up with an appreciative nod.

“Good. I’m going to go take a nap. Hey Napoleon! Would you mind waking me up when we arrive? I’m still a bit tired, I’ll see you when we get there.”

Unfortunately, they didn’t expect the incoming tropical storm to hit them full-force on the way there.

***

The wind howled, and Brae’s shouting above the storm could only barely be heard. Trey’d been startled to waking half an hour earlier, and he hadn’t been able to get some shut eye yet.

Atharost had also used this time as an opportunity to ask Trey for a favor, as the ifrit had finally found some viscar weed. Their supplies had run out back in the Deadlands, and Juila had specifically told the ifrit that she was bound to bear the heir’s children. He’d also been wanting to take Telipe for a test run – or so he claimed. However, one more round couldn’t possibly hurt if they used birth control. And Trey would still be there, so it wouldn’t count as Atharost having his way with the women by himself. They were still Trey’s property. Right?

At least that had been Atharost’s argument on the question… and Trey couldn’t really say no to his good friend. He had to admit, his own harem was significantly higher quality than the whores he’d obtained from the slave pens. So he distributed the viscar weed, since he didn’t have anything better to do, and went at it.

The thunderstorm was in full force. Rain poured down, barraging the shutters of the room’s window and occasionally letting out cracks of thunder overhead to drown out the sounds of the orgy taking place.

Telipe’s asshole ripped slightly as Atheist's huge cock shoved into her backside, causing her to scream – or scream as best she could with Trey’s dick in her mouth.

Tears streamed down her face, her wolf ears were flattened back against her head, and she loudly gagged as the penis hit the back of her throat. Her fingers gripped more tightly into Trey’s thighs as her master’s other minion pulsed deep inside her bleeding rear.

“I’ve always wanted a dog!” Trey commented as she continued to loudly gag every time he slammed his cock into the back of her throat. He laced his fingers through her blonde hair, placing his hands along the back of her skull, and violently slammed into her throat again – quickly facefucking the wolf-girl who was on her knees and being simultaneously sodomized by Atharost as her tight little asshole stretched to its limits.

She let out another loud gagging sound while sloppily drooling as her tongue caressed Trey’s penis, and began to squeal through a full mouth when the slapping of her ass picked up in tempo against Atharost’s groin.

“She really is one fine bitch!” Trey stated while laughing as Telipe’s long tanned legs began to tremble under Atharost’s assault. “Just look at those tits! I’m going to enjoy fucking her over the years. We should do this more often you know!”

Atharost gripped her tanned jiggling hips harder, bouncing with every thrust as the trembling demihuman frantically tried to breathe whenever her airway opened up. “You speak of fucking her together, yes?”

“Yes.”

“I thought they were going to be yours exclusively?”

Trey shrugged and kept slamming into Telipe’s throat. “Overall yeah, but if I’m there and we use birth control when they sleep with other people… maybe once in a while wouldn’t hurt.”

Her asshole tore again after a particularly hard thrust, and the girl’s eyes shot open with a muffled scream as spit erupted from her mouth – but before she could come off it, Trey shoved his penis far back into her throat again and held her head there while she struggled. Her tongue was going wild as she tried to back up, and Trey slapped her across the face twice before his eyes rolled back. Ejaculating into her throat, he orgasmed hard and clenched up amidst the loud grunting and repetitive slapping directly in front of him.

Rivia’s fingers combed through Trey’s hair from behind as the demoness came up to press her firm, purple breasts against his back. He relaxed, looked back, and met Rivia’s kiss with a smile.

“Enjoying yourself?” Rivia purred, letting her fingers run down the front of his chest as she wrapped her arms around him. Her infernal halo was gone, and she wore no clothes – pushing her entire body up against his to warm herself against the night’s chilling cold. “I like watching, just be sure you save some for Piggy and I later.”

A final muffled scream from the demihuman signaled Atharost’s ejaculation as the ifrit yanked on her tail and clenched up, then eyed the culn priestess with a head-nod. “You could always join us.”

The young culn woman tore her gaze off of Trey and sneered in Atharost’s direction. “My body is only for the heir, not for you – ifrit.”

Trey chuckled, and Atharost just shrugged indifferently as he pulled out and let Telipe fall to the bed – gasping. The demon looked left, and motioned over to where Juila was chained to the bedpost. “Want to take Juila now?”

The red-skinned demoness lifted her pink eyes, glancing between the two men as they stared her down. Despite the new horns, goat hooves, and tail – she was still very feminine and was in many ways more attractive than she’d been as a human. Her defined musculature was a sight to behold; it didn’t make her bulky, but rather just gave her a very toned look.

“Definitely, just collar Telipe and put her in her kennel first. This time I get the ass though, and you get the front. Put Telipe back in her cage and give me a minute to get some alcohol from down below, I’ll be right back.”

The feel of Juila’s pussy had changed since her evolution into a demon… Or maybe it was just that her ass was bigger? Maybe it was that she had more muscle instead of fat, or maybe because her body was new - she was a born-again virgin because her new body hadn’t had sex nearly as much. Regardless of what it was, Trey was rather happy with the way it felt. It hadn’t ever been bad before, but it was pretty fucking tight now.

The lips of her bare, red pussy tightly squeezed Trey’s cock as she loudly gagged - wide and teary-eyed - amidst the violent face-fucking Atharost was giving her. The ifrit had become particularly fond of Juila ever since her transformation, and in large part that was because she was a lot sturdier. Juila’s new body reduced pain significantly, and even if he accidentally got too rough with her… she couldn’t actually die.

So being Trey’s right hand, the ifrit used and abused her pretty harshly whenever he saw fit. As she took it from the front and back simultaneously today, it was no different. Her wrists were chained together behind her back, her thick, red, muscular ass rippled violently as Trey energetically humped her - and the huge ifrit cock ramming down the back of her throat every other second was threatening to suffocate the woman.

“You would make a fine wife!” Atharost declared while repeatedly yanking on her horns to slam into her throat. Picking up the pace, he roughly open-palm slapped her across the face for no apparent reason - startling her while she gagged and tried to breath. “The master is lucky to have you!”

The ifrit’s tail abruptly came around, passing by her jiggling tits, and encircled her neck. Pulling tight to aggressively choke the now-squirming woman, he slapped her again and again - violently beating her across the face before resuming the face-fucking he was giving her.

Thunder echoed across the heavens, interrupting Rivia’s train of thought as she lay naked on the couch nearby reading Alkir’s 1st Writ again. The young priestess lowered the book and let her eyes rest on the three mating individuals a few feet away - she was getting irritated that she had to wait. True, she had sex with Trey far more than anyone else did, but she was particularly horny today and it was frustrating being put on the back burner because he wanted variety.

A quick bark caught Rivia’s attention, and she let her eyes drift over to the kennels they’d taken from below deck - each the size of a large crate. One had Piggy in it, while the other kept Telipe. The two women were collared and chained to the kennel bars, had bowls of water and slop to eat or drink from, and were both butt-naked. They were Trey’s pets now, and Telipe was quickly becoming ‘Doggy’ - just like Astala had become ‘Piggy.’ Just like Piggy had certain rules as a house pet regarding the way she acted, Telipe did too - though hers were slightly different. Telipe had to bark whenever she was getting someone’s attention and had to be addressed before she spoke an actual language, unless she was permitted to do otherwise by Trey.

So when Telipe barked again in Rivia’s direction, with the demihuman girl’s tail tucked between her legs and her wolf-ears perked up in anticipation, Rivia just sighed and rolled her eyes.

“What is it, dog? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

Laughter, groans, gagging and slapping all intensified from where Juila was getting gang-banged on the bed, causing Rivia to shift her attention briefly, but the red-skinned demoness was taking it like a champ and still going strong.

Telipe cleared her throat, now that she’d caught Rivia’s attention, and quickly nodded. “I need to pee.”

Rivia let out a long, exasperated sigh, and met the demihuman girl’s gaze straight-on. “Did you just go half an hour before you were fucked?”

Telipe looked down shamefully, her wolf-ears laying fat against her head. “I need to go again. I’m sorry Rivia…”

The culn priestess frowned, and glanced over to where the two men were now flipping Juila over and hanging her head off the bed so Atharost could get a better angle to slam into her throat. Trey was also drinking now, and had a flask of whisky he was taking swigs from while spreading Juila’s legs apart and blasting her pussy.

“Ugh… He’s going to have whisky dick…” Rivia sighed and rubbed her forehead. “He’s going to take forever to get off with her…”

Rivia really didn’t like waiting, and she didn’t like the sound of Telipe’s stupid barking even more. With a third bark from Telipe, Rivia gradually turned back to the dog and her kennel. “Alright, fine. I’ll let you out to pee so you don’t dirty your sleeping area, but first you’ve got to do something for me.”

Rivia’s long, athletic legs swung over the couch’s side. Her bare, purple feet touched the wooden floorboards, and she gracefully walked over to where the attractive, collared demihuman sat waiting.

Telipe frowned, but one look at the men and she knew they wouldn’t be paying any attention to her anytime soon. They’d already had their turns with her, and would likely not even pay her another thought until the morning. So she cautiously looked back to Rivia and asked: “What is it you want?”

Rivia’s nearly perfect features smiled dryly back, and she unlatched the lock on Telipe’s door. “Just do as I say and be a good dog. Ok?”

Five minutes later and Rivia’s purple thighs were wrapped around the back of Telipe’s head. The demihuman’s tongue was buried in Rivia’s vagina, moving back and forth rapidly along her clit as the culn priestess moaned on the couch and ran her fingers through Telipe’s long blonde hair. Telipe never did make it outside that night though, and she continued Rivia’s request while kneeling in a puddle of her own piss with the occasional yank on her ears or collar whenever she let up too much.