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It seems that the treasure Svea and I were looking for had proven to be a mite more popular than we’d anticipated, as minions clad in armour were surrounding us, clutching at their weapons and gritting their teeth angrily as they waited for some kind of order.

“Attack!”

There it was. The ensuing seconds were a clusterfuck of sorts, as masses of armed men charged towards us, numbering somewhere in the high thirties region, with weapons outstretched. I could tell that the fox girl would be a liability, but upon seeing the Jinko effortlessly swat aside four men at once with a single sweep, I knew this would be no problem for us to handle.

One man clutching a halberd rushed at me, swinging wildly only for a quick duck and a drag of a blade across his throat to take care of him, spurring one of his friends with an axe to come rushing towards me. He swung hard, but I dodged quicker, managing to get behind him as he brought the axe down to the spot where I’d been previously, receiving a slash across the legs and a deep cut into his neck as payment for his troubles. Two other men followed up their friend's assaults, only to be granted the same prize for their troubles. The fight was a mess, to be honest, as more and more untrained men stampeded into the slaughterhouse of a Jinko and a semi-trained amateur swordsman like myself, with blood splattering everywhere, limbs forming neat piles on the floor, and a hoarder’s dream of scattered weapons, flung from the hands of dying men as their head was taken off by a well-manicured Jinko claw.

The battle was in full force and going more than our way before an enormous magical blast sent all of us flying backwards, piles of bodies and weapons being flung across the streets as whatever wanted in on the fight made its presence known. There were several seconds of silence as those thrown by the blast struggled to regain their bearings, and the silence was followed by the loud sound of high-heeled boots clicking on the cold stone.

“Honestly…” the voice, a female one, sighed in disappointment. “After all of the effort and money put into finding the ‘toughest, strongest, and most well-hung warriors in all of Winter’s Maw’, you guys are nothing but pushovers.” I turned my head to look at the source of the voice and came across a semi-familiar sight:

A succubus, in full form, too.

She had the tell-tale signs of her race. Large, curved horns that reached over her head, a constantly-lashing tail, similar to that of a dragon’s, small, leathery bat wings attached to the small of her back, wide hips, thick thighs, a big ass, and huge tits. Each item of feminine attraction was almost on complete display, only being held back by a leather scrap of clothing that barely qualified as a high-hip thong, an almost non-existent corset that barely covered her nipples, and a pair of thigh-high leather boots with sharp heels.

It was the appearance of this honey that reminded me mom hadn’t ever revealed her full succubus form to me before, only going for the halfway point with the bigger tits and better features, whereas this beauty was completely shameless about her origins, and seemed to enjoy flaunting it. I pushed myself up out of the pile of corpses I’d been thrown into, sheathing my steel sword and drawing my silver one, making no attempt to hide from the succubus as I did so.

And, of course, she smelled me out immediately. Her eyes lashed over to me, a sex-driven smirk spreading onto her thick lips as she twirled a blonde bang around her finger. She inhaled again, catching the scent of both myself and my species, without a doubt pinning me down as an Incubus immediately.

“Oh… I thought I smelled huge dick somewhere in here,” she giggled, bending over with her hands behind her back and allowing her tits to jiggle. “And, from the smell of it, you’re Unclaimed, too. Seems like today’s my lucky day. Tell me, dear boy, how far on are you when it comes to your Incubus form revealing itself?”

“Gonna have to be honest with you, hun,” I shrugged. “I’m not too sure what you’re asking.”

“Oh?” she said in a surprised manner. “You haven’t been taught these things by the Wet Nurses? They’re usually so good with their explanations, especially seeing as how they’re very practical when it comes to teaching Incubi, lest they get a little desperate.”

“In English, please?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“Gosh, the youth of today,” she said, shaking her head in a disappointed manner. “I’m guessing you know about our species, Succubi and Incubi, and you know about our true forms. The difference is, whereas my true form is a gorgeous, busty whore that makes men drool like a bull dog… an Incubus’s true form is a lot less… attractive, shall we say. When you get low on sex energy, your powers boost themselves to try and find some pussy, as does a Succubus, but when we get low on energy, our true forms make us extremely seductive through pheromones and attractiveness.”

“I’m guessing I don’t get it as good?” I asked.

“Smarter than I gave you credit for,” she giggled. “I like that. But yes, the true form of an Incubus is somewhat equivalent to that of a werewolf or any beastman…. Except instead of a hunger for human flesh, you get hungry for pussy. Lots of it. And unlike in your human-esque form, you don’t have any control over yourself. When you get the horn, you give it to someone, whether they want it or not. Turns you into a big ol’ furry sexual predator, that stands at around seven feet tall, with a throbbing dick about two feet long, that’ll pump about a gallon of fuck muck into anything you can get it into.”

“That seems… really unfair in comparison,” I said with a cocked eyebrow. “Succubi turn into gorgeous sex goddesses and Incubi turn into… a hairy rape wolf?”

“More or less,” she said with a shrug, before turning her seductive gaze back on me. “If you’re interested… I’ll be your cock sock when you need one.”

“As tempted as I am to have you as my own piece of meat, Ms. Beef Jerky” I answered with a chuckle. “I’ve already got Mrs. Filet Mignon waiting for me at home.”

“Ohhh… that upsets me quite a bit,” she said with a shake of her head before quickly raising her hand. “Oh well, guess you die now.”

“We’ll see,” I shrugged, gripping my sword tightly and wondering what kind of trick she had up her slee-

In her cleavage. That’s probably the only place she’d be hiding something. Or she could be smuggling stuff in her sna-

I was dragged aside by the Jinko just before a bolt of lightning from her palm, only to then be thrown violently at her before the Jinko followed suit. I positioned myself in mid-air, slashing towards the succubus in an attempt to get her to dodge the attack, which she did, and this successfully opened her up to have her stomach almost punched through her spine by a brutal uppercut from the Jinko. The succubus launched up into the air, but used her wings to recover, raining fire from her hands that blanketed the entire floor, stitching towards us at a fast rate before the succubus was brought out of the sky by an arrow piercing through her wings, causing her to drop onto the hard ground.

Out of the darkness and down from a rooftop leapt a strangely familiar-looking woman, clad in a dark blue cloak, clutching a bow in her hands. She looked up with bright blue eyes and a shit-eating smirk on her face as she stared happily at the damage she’d done to the succubus.

“On your knees in the back alley of a city nobody goes to anymore?” she asked with a rough voice. “Is it Saturday already, Lilly?”

“Very funny, furball,” the succubus snarled, getting back to her feet. “I’ll be sure to write that quote on the plaque beneath your cat girl ass when I hang it on my wall.”

“Go right ahead, that way we’ll keep the trend of people looking at my ass more than yours.”

The succubus fired another bolt of lightning with a roar of rage, all of us scattering as we went in for our attacks. The succubus was able to throw up a shield to block a triple-notched arrow shot from the archer, but was unable to deflect another punch from the Jinko, the blow sending her skidding several feet back, opening her further for several slashes with my silver sword, the material of the blade cutting into the flesh of her arms as she brought them up to protect herself. I finished the assault by booting her in the stomach and sending her even further back, all of us coming to a stop as she did, waiting to see what she did next.

“You…” she snarled, her energy building to something as a black light began to pulse around her, the sound of her aura charging giving us all a reason to panic. “I’ve had enough of all of you!”

The black energy erupted violently, lashing and whipping all around her as her eyes glowed a vicious red, sharp claws seemingly made of shadows now covering her hands, making them almost as thick as the Jinko’s as she charged towards us. I was closest to her, so I was given the aggression first, having to duck, dodge and deflect attacks as best I could, or else risk getting torn to pieces. As I moved around and dodged the attacks, a question came into my mind:

What the fuck was going on?

Seriously; this had gone from just Svea and I hunting down some treasure, to getting keys, to mystical Mother gods, now to a troupe of animal girls fighting off a million grunts that I’m going to refer to from now on as Jeff with an assigned number, and a succubus, with one of those catgirls looking a hell of a lot like the one I railed a few days ago. I shook my head, stabbing forward with my sword and catching her in the shoulder, cutting through something important, I hoped. She responded with a straight-knuckle punch to my face, knocking me flat on my ass but also putting me some distance away to allow her and the Jinko to bump heads while I got my breath back and thought for a while longer.

Did Svea tell somebody else about this? Did somebody else piece this all together? How in the fuck did the Highmoore be believed to not exist for so long if everyone and their fucking grandad has made their way here? Did one of Svea’s informants blab to other people? Did somebody stalk her and steal her findings? All of this shit was running through my mind at a mile a minute, all the while I remained stationary with my sword clutched tightly in my hands wondering if the new catgirl’s ass was as big as Karra’s or if it was just an exception for her.

Its at times like this I wonder if I’m more boner than man.

I was roused my my arousal by the sight of the Jinko getting smacked aside by the succubus, now moving closer to the fox girl who remained frozen in terror. Two of us seemed to notice this, myself and the catgirl, and we both sprung into action. She fired two arrows at the succubus, only to have them be deflected by the darkness surrounding her, using some kind of demonic magic to deflect projectiles, it seemed. Luckily, this was a good enough distraction, allowing me to sprint up behind her, leap into the air, and knee her in the face, hitting her hard enough to break her nose before cleaving my sword down on her, slicing deep into her shoulder blade and causing black blood to spray everywhere.

She then spun around and unleashed another explosion, screaming with pain and frustration, before a dark portal opened behind her, allowing her to leap into it and escape. I remained completely still for a second, keeping my weapon at the ready just in case this was a prelude to something else, but after the others seemed to relax, I did so as well. I sheathed my sword over my shoulder, placed my hand on my hips and sighed loudly before asking a very direct question:

“Does somebody want to explain to me what the fuck is going on here?”