Corruption of Souls

Ch.103

For the most part, Gwyn was beating Alberta’s booty. Literally. He bent her over his knee and was spanking her with his oversized flaming sword like it was a paddle and she was yelping and complaining like it wasn’t unusual. How fucked up is this world that apparently it seemed even back then either ridiculous or raunchy things were the norm? The fact he was even proclaiming “Bad girls get spankings and no harem for a week!” further drove home how much of an absolute slut Gwynevere was. Well, can’t throw stones there can We?

“Wow, I’m getting flashbacks.” Commented Urta, who had come down to see what was going on in her training area. Well, it was her’s by the fact that she’s the head authority of the local military. She was wearing her armor now and winked at Runner when she came down here. “I mean, I have Gwynevere’s memories and all, but damn was Gwyn a strict father, even if he was still a pushover when it came to spoiling her.”

“And a horndog?” We asked when Alberta got away again and pulled out her bow.

“No, not really. Realize Daddy-shit. Um, realize he didn’t have options. He had to splinter fragments of his soul and grant them to the few female suitors he pined for to even be able to have my sibs and I. I mean, damn it.” Urta huffed and scratched at her cheek. “He had a raging boner for his wives, nobody else. He was stone cold otherwise. Such a fucking prude. He even revoked my harem privileges for months once! I was so fucking horny I fucked Seathe and got knocked up with Priscilla. No, wait, not me. Ugh…” Wow, Gwynevere really fused with her!

“Well, she isn’t getting anywhere with him.” Runner declared as she tapped the ‘killswitch’, as it were. Everything stopped and Alberta slowly got back up on her paws after getting paddled again. “That was stupid, I shouldn’t have let her start at this level so soon.” She sighed as the four of us approached the humiliated Undead wolfess.

“I beat him before.” Alberta whined while rubbing her butt. “And he rarely went into ‘father’ mode. He only did that a few times and kept calling me Gwynevere even though I never met her. Although I did consume his son’s soul, but seriously, that dude had parenting issues.”

“You ate my brother?!” Urta snarled furiously before reeling herself in. “I mean, you absorbed the soul of my predecessor’s sibling?”

“Um. Yeah? Sorry about that. He was a total asshat.” Alberta replied, causing Urta to sigh and nod in commiseration.

“Hold on.” We said before tapping Alberta’s head. “Well, you have traces of the Lord Souls, but they’re not actually fully absorbed. Just dwelling like Gwynevere did with us before. You’d best visit Princess Twilight Sparkle to help get your soul situation resolved.”

“Well that’s all well and good, but that can be dealt with later. Alberta, you’re starting on level one and working your way up from there. You win, you advance. You lose, back to level one and start again. Clear?” Runner demanded of the out-of-practice heroine.

“Fine.” Alberta sighed in resignation.

“You have been mostly moping and lazing about.” We noted, considering she’s spent an untold amount of time just being with her booze-boobed girlfriend.

“What’s up with that anyway?” Runner asked curiously with a tilt of her head, sending her bunny ears flopping to that side.

“Would you love reliving every death you’ve had? I wanted to drown it in beer.” Alberta admitted and then sighed wistfully. “Also, Niamh’s a great gal.” The dopey smile told everything.

“Been there, done that. Well, technically speaking, but it still counts. Besides, my mind’s a complete mess anyway.” Runner replied, as if it wasn’t anything to worry about. Then again, she’s still more sane than half the people We’ve had to deal with.

“Well don’t worry. Although I’m not breaking up with Niamh, we’re working on ways to enjoy each other without resorting to her booze.” Alberta declared as she rolled her shoulders.

“Alright then. Level 1: Hollow Dreg Mob.” Runner jogged as she led us back to the far wall and she summoned the Undead Burg, which was absolutely overflowing with pitiful Hollows. “So Hunter, any news on Berserker and Pillar in the Dragonlands?” Runner asked her brother out of the blue, reminding us that was where Pillar and Berserker went after hopping on the UAC raid for a hot minute. They were helping the dragons secure their safety.

“Hell has been pushed out of the lands and the eggs have been saved. Well, most of them.” Hunter ears lowered in sadness. “They had to destroy the ones that have been corrupted.” We whined and Urta rubbed our shoulder supportively while Runner winced at the news.

“Along with the ones smashed before.” We whined in despair. So many eggs were lost. Even with our efforts, if things like this keep happening, the Dragons will still go extinct.

“Yes.” Hunter nodded his head sadly.

“God, Berserker’s probably gonna drink until he blacks out tonight.” Runner sighed and We understood the sentiment.

“Should We talk to him?” We asked when Alberta got past this level. She even avoided killing the ‘City’ Goblins who cowered away from battle. At least she doesn’t kill indiscriminately.

“If you want to, go ahead.” Runner answered with a shrug, sending her boobs bouncing again.

“Okay.” We said before kissing both of them. “Give your worst, she’s undead and will respawn at my Bonfire, she’s already linked to it.”

“Okay.” Runner said as they both nodded their heads.

“Is there anything you want from us before We leave?” We asked our mates who all looked at each other and shook their heads. “Okay then, We’re off to the Dragonlands.” We smooched each of them on the lips before leaving the barracks and sprouting our dragon wings which made us blink. We’re still a Horned Skaven. Ugh, later. It would be a few hours flight to the Dragonlands. We’ll be there by evening.

(<3)

“Ach, need to fly more.” We groaned and rubbed our wings as they healed. Two lifetimes of flight experience or not, the other half never had wings before. Even ignoring the fact We’re still a Horned Skaven and not a dragon or pegasus. Welp, We have optional wings now. Yay.

“Who’s there?!” A voice called out before a squad of Night Sentinels rushed from around several large rocks. They must be on patrol.

“It’s Us, Wiatr.” We replied as We slowly approached with our hands held out to the sides.

“Your highness? What are you doing out here?” One of them asked us.

“We wish to comfort our mates if they would let us.” We told them as We met up with them.

We looked out at the barren land that the Dragons called home. There was almost nothing in the form of plant life here. Dragons mainly mined, grew gems and herded giant Tatzelwurms. The latter, a threat to most other races, were livestock to Dragons since they were naturally drawn to the molt of dragons and were ironically vulnerable to dragonfire.

“Ah, yes. We’ll take you to them.” The first Night Sentinel said before they proceeded to escort us with one of them radioing back to the others about our arrival.

“You didn’t lose too many did you?” We asked in concern.

“Didn’t lose too many what?” A female Night Sentinels questioned.

“Soldiers?” We asked, watching the female dragons go about their day, getting ready for dinner and that. It was interesting to see that dragons seemed to prefer boring holes into solid rock and making homes there rather than build a home outside in the open, but there were a few exceptions, all made of a solid almost adobe-style brick in those cases.

“Your highness. We’re warriors, trained for battle. Death is something we’ve come to expect. So, yes, we have lost many, within the hundreds.” The first Night Sentinel told us with a sigh.

“Oh.” We mewled unhappily. Death was always something that upset us, rather intimately too due to our Undead nature and having experienced it before. However, unlike us, these soldiers don’t come back.

“Look, our duty is to combat against Hell, to protect and save as many lives from their savage conquest. So either we die knowing we’ve done something worthwhile, or we die for doing nothing.” The Sentinel declared proudly.

“We didn’t mean to offend. We understand the philosophy of ‘The only thing necessary for the triumph of Evil is that Good men do nothing’.” We quoted, getting agreeing nods from our escorts.

“I know, but this is a harsh truth I’m telling you.” He told us before pointing towards one of the mountains. “That’s where we’ve set up the local base of operations, within a cave, considering there are so many of them.” He informed us, clearly implying We could handle the rest of the distance alone.

“Thank you.” We replied before taking to the air.

“Take care of them. Gods know they’ll be needing it.” That was his final say before he and his squad went back on patrol.

We felt even more worried now as We flew to the cave in the hope of cheering them up. Once We reached the mouth of the cave, We entered to find ourselves immediately in the operations room. Funny how they can get all of this technology to work in barren wastelands, considering We didn’t see a solar or wind generator set up. Probably an Argent-fueled generator somewhere. Anyway, when everyone saw us, they stopped for a brief second before one of the officers approached us and the rest went back to work.

“Greetings your highness. Do you wish to see them?” The officer asked us with a faint bow.

“Yes. Are they drinking?” We asked in trepidation.

“Only Lord Berserker at the moment. Lord Pillar is in prayer. Usually, Lord Berserker would lose it and go on a rampage. This time he has taken it so much harder.” He commented before leading us deeper into the caves.

“We know. His siblings explained why that might be.” We mewled while moving quickly to follow, our hiking boots making a distinctive clopping sound. Three quarters of us were slightly annoyed at that, while the remaining quarter was pleased at the familiar noise from years of adventuring.

“Hm, I see.” The Officer commented as he thankfully guided us through a series of tunnels within this cave. At least there were signs pointing out which room is where. One was the private quarters, where we’re going. “This is where they’ve been sleeping, just follow on through and you’ll see their rooms.”

“Thank you sir.” We nodded in farewell before walking through and avoiding most of the clutter from thrown items. From there, We heard snoring coming from one of the rooms along with the smell of alcohol, meaning it must be Berserker since the other room was clearly Pillar’s with the low chanting and the strong scent of aromatic candles or incense.

“Berserker? Or Pillar?” We mewled, looking back and forth. We whined before moving to check on Berserker, hoping he was okay.

“Wait.” We immediately stopped when Pillar came out from his room, looking worn out. “Don’t bother him. Wait until morning when he’s sobered up.”

“Okay. He’s not hurt right?” We asked as We approached Pillar, the massive towering hunk of a white wolf moving aside to let us enter his room.

“He is hurt; physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. He could not bear the weight of guilt and failure even as he forced himself to destroy the corrupted eggs. It was heartbreaking.” Pillar informed us as he guided us to sit on a pad in the rather sparsely furnished room.

“Oh.” We whined and looked at his door, which wasn’t much more than a cloth. “We should have been here.” Damn the UAC for making such a mess! If they hadn’t kidnapped Urta and brought Hell down on their heads with their stockpile of Argent, then more resources could’ve been diverted to defend the Dragonlands.

“It probably could’ve changed the outcome of things, but nevertheless, what’s happened has happened. We cannot change that.” Pillar told us as he sat on a pad across from us, still towering over our comparatively tiny form.

“Are you okay?” We asked while crawling over to him and climbing up into his lap, running our hands up and down his shirt-covered pecs.

“I’m doing all I can to keep myself from losing faith within myself.” Pillar admitted with sorrow.

“Oh sweetie. You did what you could.” We mewled in response as We nuzzled his chest.

“I know, but it didn’t feel like I was doing enough. That I should’ve done more.” Pillar told us with his lupine ears wilted and his face drooping sadly.

“Oh, Pillar.” We cooed comfortingly as We hugged as much of him as We could manage. He was 14 feet tall when standing. This giant of a hunk was hard to get a good hold of.

“Let me take these clothes off.” Pillar suddenly said and he used his gravity powers to shuck off his shirt and We squeaked when he picked us up by our booty to use his powers to pull off his trousers and underwear. Once he was naked, he moved us to the massive roll-out mattress against the corner where he sat back down. “Better.”

“W-would you like some sexual healing?” We questioned with a blush on our cheeks. He was usually much more reserved. If he felt the need for skin contact then he must really be hurting.

“Yes, but first.” Pillar said before laying a hand over ours against his chest. “Just, stay here with me. Keep me company. I may not even feel the need to go further than cuddling.” His request was something We were beyond willing to fulfill, so We nodded and snuggled up to him as he laid back, pulling a blanket over us as We used his broad muscular torso as a bed.

“Mm~. So firm and warm…” Ah~. There’s something so good about the rock hard musculature of an absolute beast of a male. Boobs are beautiful, but pecs are powerful~.

“Thank you. I do a whole routine of exercises every morning like a proper soldier.” Pillar declared as he wrapped his hands on our back and booty, the massive appendages unable to only touch one part of us without overlapping.

“Good boy.” We playfully purred as We got comfortable laying atop him, our breasts pressing into his lower pecs as the two hemispheres of his chest cradled our head and let us look up at his throat. Here We are. Laying on a sexy beast of a male as our bed. Mrr~.

“Honey. I can smell you. I might need sexual healing if you don’t calm down dear.” Pillar quietly rumbled, his voice thrumming through our body and only stirring our lust, but We closed our eyes to try and comply, simply relishing his presence as the soothing incense calmed our mind.