Wanderers of the Wasteland

In their seemingly directionless travels, the trio eventually came upon a building half-buried in the dirt. It appeared to be a once solidly built structure, until a storm tore it apart and tossed aside pieces. Beatrix and Trixie instantly skipped forward to explore, and with a grunt Asphy treaded behind them. “Hey, don't be careless! We don't know if that'll collapse at any moment!”

Trixie smirked over her shoulder. “Where's your sense of adventure?”

“What my mom said,” added Beatrix with a wink, before the pair of them squatted down then went to all fours in an attempt to squeeze into a hole, their thong-clad, heart-shaped asses once more raised in his direction. Side-by-side, so close their butts touched, they wiggled their butts and wedged their way inside inch-by-inch. “Ouch! Careful, mom, or we could end up stuck in here!”

“Teehee! Maybe we need a little push,” mused Trixie. “Do the honors, Asphy!”

The one-eyed man stalked forward. “What exactly do you want me to...whoa!” Their combined auras enveloped him, drew him forward so he was forced to bend over, and guided his palms onto a buttock of each with, where his fingers sank into their impossibly soft, pliable assflesh. Their skin radiated warmth when he started to push, and forced them into the tunnel a bit at a time.

With a pop, they were shoved in. A second later, he slipped in after them.

His eye adjusted quickly to the dark. Once they'd emerged from the tunnel it was surprisingly roomy inside. The floorboards were tilted, and creaked under their steps, the whistle of the winds carried through the holes. He didn't expect to find much here, and after a few clumsy steps, Trix and Bea lit their unicorn horns in unison to illuminate the spacious, dusty corridors.

A door hung off its hinges. Other doors were torn off completely. They crossed a room entirely buried under sand, and one with chunks of furniture tossed about and overturned. “Not exactly sure what you two expect to find here. Just looks like a bunch of debris to me.”

Could this place be a barriered town? It wouldn't shock him at this point anymore. Asphy thought it over, as he saw how both Trixie and Bea were bending over to look at things, their heart-shaped asses on all but full display, each soft cheek malleable.
“You never know what one will find on their travels,” replied Trixie. “Why, I had to scour all kinds of trash to keep my caravan stocked! I've restored all kinds of props to keep my shows lively!”

Bea waved her aside. “Let's not bore him with details.”

“Aww, but I love the sound of my own voice! Boohoo.” She hip-checked her daughter aside, and the trio resumed their exploration. However, none of them turned up much of any interest.

“What a waste of time,” muttered Asphy to himself. Trying his best to not stare at the two beautiful women, he couldn't help but think they were flirting with him. He wished to add them to his hoard, however now wasn't the best time. And he wanted to ask them when he was at his best, not restrained like he was now.

“Maybe not,” replied Bea with a frown. “We sensed there was some sort of magic here. I thought it could lead us to this mysterious tome, or whoever wrote it, so perhaps it's really well hidden...?”

Trixie perked up. “Could be there's a secret passage here! Why don't you try feeling up the walls?” She pressed herself closer to Asphy with half-lidded eyes. “Or you could feel us up, mmm~?” True to their intuition, Bea eventually uncovered a thin space between a wall and waved them over. Asphy was glad for that, because he almost took Trixie up on her offer.

“Aha! I knew it! But we'll have to squeeze in one at a time,” she said, and slipped in first. It wasn't a bad view, with the way Bea heart-shaped ass wiggled into the opening with exaggerated jiggling. Before she was inside, he just hoped they didn't run into trouble.

“Hope you're not claustrophobic,” added Trixie, who started to follow.

Asphy held her back. “No, you last. You can keep the path behind us lit up.” She scrunched her face at him a little, but nodded and allowed him in first before she also squeezed in.

Gradually, they made their way in, inch-by-inch, while Bea and Trix worried aloud they could end up trapped here and suffocate, while he reassured him he could transform and bring the entire house down, were it necessary. Which he hoped wouldn't be, in case he needed such power later.

He found himself sandwiched between them when Bea announced, “I'm stuck! Can't press a step further!” She waved a hand into the empty space ahead. “Huh, but I can feel a breeze ahead! I'll need a push, Asphy! Think you can handle that?” She pressed her pert backside into him.

With a roll of his eyes, Asphy placed his hands on her the best he was able in the small space, and a soft moan escaped Bea's lips when one palm cupped one of her breasts, and the other, more metallic one a buttock, as his fingers sank into her soft, warm flesh. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but wedged between the nearly-naked bodies of the mother-and-daughter team, Trix's tits and twat shoved close to his other side, he felt his trident of three cocks start to swell in response.

His members practically burst from his attire into the open air, where one caught on the thong leotard of Bea's costume, pushed the butt floss aside, and his ridged and naturally lubricated middle shaft found itself lodged in her thong, where it brushed and rubbed on Bea's now bare pussy and asshole. Immediately he felt her wetness soak him. “Ooh~,” she moaned and grinded back onto him with titter. “L-like that...”

“Hey! Don't leave me out!” Trix shoved herself closer, and the three of them would have tumbled over were there more space available, but instead he found his right cock shoved forward to also brush across Bea's slick pussylips, which winked wetly on him; like she was still an anthropomorphic unicorn and not the human woman with a horn she'd become, while his left dick also shoved aside Trix's lower half of her leotard and teased across her warm, moist snatch which also winked madly.

The pair of women squirmed and rubbed on him, while Asphy clenched his teeth to stifle a sharp moan of his own. The slick friction made his trident cocks throb. He hissed, “Stop...struggling!” Yet both of his new partners shamelessly moaned and grinded themselves on him in an attempt to be free of the tunnel, Bea unintentionally in contrast to Trix, while he continually pushed harder on Bea.

“So...close...~,” whined Trixie.

“V-very close,” admitted Beatrix, her cheeks even pinker than her mother's. He growled deeply, as he thought fuck it and gave one thrust into both of them. For now, giving up on freeing Beatrix from where she was completely stuck.

Finally, with a wet pop, two of his cocks found their way home into Beatrix's lower holes. She yelped when he accidentally spread her pussy and asshole wide open, buried balls deep by Trix's shoves in the wet witch, and with a muted howl Bea closed her eyes and came on the spot. He felt her drench his crotch, milked his shafts with each needy wink, as she continued to ride out a climax.

Not to be left out, Trixie dropped any subtlety whatsoever, seized his last member with a mystic, colorful aura cast by her unicorn horn, and telekinetically shoved his last erect cock into her cunt. He easily slid into her pink tunnel, teased her folds and mashed on the spot that undid her, too. The dragon hybrid started to thrust slowly into both of them, picking up speed over time.

With a clumsy hand wave, Bea dematerialized the rest of their leotards, their naked, mildly sweaty bodies pressed into Asphy's own. Too late to turn back now, he rolled with it, kneaded Bea's tit and asscheek in his palms, rolled his hips the best he was able to in the cramped space to hump them. He drove small, multiple climaxes from the duo, who continued to absolutely soak him.

But despite himself, he couldn't last anymore, either. “Gah...! I'm...I'm about to-!”

“W-we have potions for that,” cried Beatrix between heated moans. “In-inside~!” Indeed, the drake-hybrid knotted the pair, felt his shafts flare and throb, then started to unload into them. Blast-after-blast of heated cum impacted their slippery wombs, which soon swelled to overflow like their now rounded bellies, which made the pair of them look like they were heavily knocked up. If it wasn't for the contract, they surely would have been.

Another wet pop sounded from Bea's soaked orifices when she fell free of him, tumbled forward and tripped on her heels, with a disembodied cry when she suddenly tumbled into an unseen abyss of darkness ahead. “Beatrix!” Trixie reluctantly yanked his cock free, consumed by concern.

“I'll save her,” he promised, and without further concern wither he'd tear the entire foundation down, strained his muscles to the fullest when his arms shoved into the walls. They creaked and cracked, dust tumbled on the pair of them, and with a snap the wood splintered and caved away.

A thud sounded. The dust settled. Trix's horn lit the hole ahead. Without another word, Asphyx scooped her up bridal-style, where the still nude, belly-swollen, and cum-filled woman clung to him when he dived down into the darkness, hopeful that Beatrix was still alive. He paid little attention to how his own members were still on display, and slowly descended into the pit. All thanks to his wings. Won't be able to use that trick for another few hours, he silently complained to himself.

Time seemed to slow. Minutes passed in their descent, silent expect for Trix's sharp intakes of breath. Finally, the pair touched down. Gently, he set her down and looked around.

It was spacious. And pleasantly warm. Not at all what he'd expected. Yet he smelt something, Asphy felt like he should somehow know this smell. Still, it was lost on him what it was…?

His lone eye focused on the dimness. Spotted a number of eyes that weren't quite human in the pitch, inky dark.

Then, the familiar shape of Beatrix's well-sculpted, heart-shaped bare ass swam into view. Hypnotized by the view, the witch's back remained turned to him while she also focused on whatever mysteries awaited ahead.

His metal-plated muscles tensed once more for combat when Bea desperately called out, “Wait! B-Bellatrix...? Bellatrix Primadonna, it's me!”

Gradually, a throne carved of bones and covered in skulls came into focus, and upon it sat a crimson-skinned succubus, complete with horns, wings, and fingernails akin to claws. Golden eyes studied the new arrivals, and when she rose and stood, tall and statuesque, her silken black locks trailed down her back. Her shapely curves were well-toned, hidden under a black leather bondage-style bikini. Her pursed lips carried a deeper, husky, yet feminine voice. “And who are you?”

“Beatrix Belladonna! Your sister! Well, not by blood, but-” She continued to ramble on.

Bellatrix raised a hand to silence her. “And your friends?”

“The Great and Powerful Trixie~!” She announced it with all the dignity she could muster in her naked, cum-bloated state. “Ahem. Trixie Lulamoon, traveler and unmatched maestro of mysticism! And my handsome yet taciturn friend and sometimes lover over here likes to call himself-”

“The Dragonfather. Or Asphy for short,” finished the drake-hybrid. “What type of demon are you?”

“A succubus,” explained the she-devil flatly. “As are my sisters here.” With arms folded under her heavy breasts, she nodded at the other succubi that collected around the bone throne, all of them also impossibly beautiful and in various states of undress. “I'm afraid, 'Beatrx Belladonna', that I don't recall who you are. Here, I rule as the uncontested Queen of Hell. What I wish is to put the barrens here to heel, to provide a measure of stability to this lawless, chaotic wasteland.”

Beatrix's breasts heaved when she exhaled. “Th-then we're on the same side...?”

“Hmph...we'll see,” answered Bella, whose eyes drifted over Bea's nude flesh, then Trix's, and finally settled on Asphy now limp trident of cocks, still beaded in cum and slick with feminine nectar. “Mmm, but perhaps we can trade. Much as I loathe to admit it, succubi need...male sustenance to survive, and other than horrific monsters that prowl the wastelands, we're in short supply.”

Trixie snickered. “You want us to pimp out Asphy here?” Please let that be a joke. Asphy thought to himself carefully looking for an exit, only to see more eyes. Didn't look like there was one, oh well, he's been in worse spots before.

“Crudely put,” replied Bella. “But yes. He isn't exactly my type, but we can't exactly afford to be picky here, and I'd prefer not to be bred by any hellhounds, or worse. We're starved. Help us take care of our needs, and you're free to stay. I'm certain you'll appreciate this more than we do.”

Asphy snarled a little. “Don't I have a say in this?” Nonetheless, he relented, unable to deny he'd appreciated that accidental tryst with Beatrix and Trixie, who no doubt would want to be properly laid later, now that they weren't trapped in a cramped space. He settled into the apparent void, which was soon lit with torches to aid them, like the succubi Asphy able to see clearly in the dark. It was also an excuse for Trixie and Beatrix to hold onto his arms.

However, Beatrix and Trixie were thankful for the torches that lit the gloom, their torchlight now casting shadows across the lit up curvature of the mother-and-daughter's denuded forms. Already, he could see the bands of thirsty succubi drink him in, like a piece of meat they wanted to drain dry. By contrast, the self-proclaimed 'Queen of Hell', Bellatrix Primadonna, kept her composure. He just hoped mother didn't find out, she wouldn't have let him live this down.

The women he'd traveled with didn't bother to redress when they sat in a circle with Bellatrix and explained their situation. “...so you see, we think someone's tried to make a copy of the Necronomicon, botched it, and released this hell dimension we've found ourselves in!”

“That sounds oddly plausible,” replied Bella to Bea. “So, about that tale you told me? About how I was but little more than a mindless animal in the many labyrinthine dimensions that made up the Necronomicon's interior, until Sombra freed me, and brainwashed me to love him and become his minion? Then, you rescued me from this life of servitude, and took me in like your own sister...?”

Bea answered, “That about sums it up, yeah. I know it's hard to believe-”

Bellatrix shook her head. “After the madness and horror I've seen? I could believe almost anything. Somehow, I believe every word of what you've said. I'm not sure whether my memories have been lost, altered....or if I'm even the same Bellatrix you knew. After all, you travel between dimensions.”

“Yes,” admitted Bea. “But you were plucked out at random from possibly millions of succubi in the Necronomicon! The odds that another version of you would achieve self-awareness is almost impossible! No, someway, somehow, you have to be the same Bellatrix Primadonna I know! Hell, Sombra named you that to mock me, but you chose to keep that name after we became sisters!”

“I can confirm most of that,” said Trixie. “Albeit, I didn't witness most of it first hand!”

Asphy listened in to the conversation, which allowed him to learn a little more about the past of the three women, while a number of succubi continued to eye him up. They came in a number of different types, some closer to human women, with others more demonic in nature, yet they were all uniquely beautiful, and posed themselves in provocative manners to tempt him.

He felt his members stir a little once more, half-erect with the knowledge he could pick and choose between these lovely ladies...or perhaps lay claim to several of them at once. His curiosity settled most on the 'Queen of Hell' herself, who he knew would be much harder to win over, despite her similar needs to the the rest of her succubi sisters. Gruffly, he sat down and tried to relax.

The moment he closed his eyes, he felt the first pair of full, wet lips close around one of his trident cocks. Then another pair. Then another. Yet it wasn't Beatrix, Trixie, or Bellatrix, but a number of the succubi that had stripped themselves down and helped themselves to a potential meal. They kissed and suckled on his shafts, determined to milk them dry and fill their bellies with his seed. He let out a soft growl as he rubbed the ear of one succubi, making them moan in the middle of trying to take one of his members completely into her mouth.

“Don't drain him dry too fast,” chided Bellatrix from the distance. “Remember, you can take sustenance from the seed you drink or smear on your skin, even more so when released into your bowels, but your womb is the most potent chamber of all! Let him cum inside you to feel sated!”

“Me first,” called one of the succubi, whose lips wetly popped off his middle cock, her mouth still tethered to his dick by thick strands of saliva mixed with precum. She had cat-like eyes, her hair pulled into a pair of spiky pigtails, her body slender and perky down to her nipples. Greedily, she mounted him and sunk his cocks into her, two of which reshaped her cunt and one in her ass.

“Hey,” cried another succubus that she'd yanked his dicks away from. “No fair!”

The succubus that mounted him moaned, “Oooh~! So full~!” Her thin belly distended from the pair of cocks that impaled her pussy, his last shaft barely separated by a thin layer of flesh as she also speared her ass on him and started to take him for the ride of his life as she raked his chest she bared. Grunts rose from him, his nostrils flared, as her small but shapely buttocks clapped on his lap.

“Fuck me,” she demanded. “Fuck your seed into me!” He clasped her pert buttcheeks, squeezed and spread them, as her tiny bat-like wings fluttered and her spaded devil tail swayed. She skewered her lower holes to the hilt on his lap, drenched it in her love nectar, crushed her needy lips to his own. For the first time he showed off his own fang-like teeth, thrusting back into the succubus to meet her wild humps.

Her breasts were small but very pointed, and he tenderly took one in his maw, suckled on it while she whimpered and whined, then did the same with the other tit, traced her nipples with his tongue and felt her spread, warm, and wet orifices squeeze around him each time she speared herself deep.

He didn't even know her name, or whether most succubi even bothered with names, but he lost himself in the moment, since he knew he'd have to keep them all pleased and well-fed. He'd fuck every last succubus here into a coma, were it necessary, in order to find this damned book and escape! However, while he continued to fondle and screw her, his eye fixated on a familiar face.

Always one to spoil the moment, Grayscale Carnifex manifested by them once more with a smirk on his face. “Don't worry,” said the reaper. “No one else here can perceive me...unless I want them to! No, I came to see first hand how your adventure's preceded! My, and what a day it's been!”

“Go...away...,” muttered Asphy under his breath, while he continued to stroke his lusty rider. Growling again, lucky for him the others didn't seem to notice this, as he felt the succubi bouncing faster now like a horny, feral animal.

“Now, now, don't be like that! You've taken another vital step on your journey to find the answers and freedom you seek! These lustful creatures will no doubt make suitable allies,” reassured the bald, robed man, his muscular bulk bundled up. “Bellatrix could be the key. She came from the Necronomicon...” Aware his intent had been passed on, the reaper decided to disappear.

By that time, the succubus atop Asphy had climaxed a number of times and absolutely drenched him, until he, too, tensed up and started to fire off into her. He painted her insides white, filled her to the brim like Trix and Bea, made her look like she was heavy with his children after he finished with her.

She slumped over him, nude and perspiration-soaked. No doubt a normal man would be exhausted, but his hybrid form made him more than a match for the typical succubi. Yet he doubted the 'Queen of Hell' would prove so easy, were she convinced to receive his seed.

The demon whimpered and collapsed across his chest, slumped over and half-asleep. One of his cocks popped out of her gapes ass, running free with his seed. Already, the other succubi that had helped sucked him off pushed and crowded him for their own turns, but pouted and snarled when he shooed them away. “You'll have to wait a little while,” he said. Giving them a look that made them stop, just for a moment. Yet they seemed to settle back into trying to pleasure his lower half. But this time it was much calmer and less of a frenzy.

Instead, his attention wandered once more to Bella, Bea, and Trix, who continued to discuss the Necronomicon, a cursed tome said to cross dimensions and seek new hosts. Filled with the most potent black arts, which Sombra once coveted. A copy with even a fraction of its power could potentially prove a weapon of mass destruction. Especially were its contents to contain its own plethora of twisted demons!

“...what I don't understand is the architecture here,” huffed Trixie. “It makes no sense!”

“I've noticed the same,” confessed Bellatrix with a hushed exhale. “I'm uncertain whether its due to a dimensional collapse, or its simply the supernatural properties of this realm. We uncovered a hole in reality, explored it for a time, then after we determined it safe claimed it for our own. Not a sole demon has otherwise found its way here so far in the weeks we've been here. Unfortunately, we needed to surface and hunt to survive. Until the three of you stumbled on our home.”

“Y-yeah,” muttered the half-conscious succubus about Asphy. “Yeah, we need semen to survive, but I'd rather not let any demon have their way with me, especially those mutts topside!”

“Uh-huh,” said one of the succubi near her. “The last pack ran a train on this bitch and humped the hell out of her!” The third succubus giggled, while the first which he'd fucked senseless shot them the finger, content to cuddle atop him with one of his softened cocks still nestled deep within her.

“You'll all have your turn,” assured Bella. “For now, let them settle in and make themselves at home. This solitary void isn't the Hell I wished to rule over, but more of our succubi sisters must be out there, and should our new allies be up to it, I'd like to request their aid to help rescue them.”

“I'll always have your back,” noted Bea. “Just like you've had mine!”

“And I'm with my little hellspawn,” assured Trix, who embraced her with a sly smile.

Asphy sat up, the sleepy succubus cradled in one arm, silent for a moment. “...tch. Fine. I prefer to work alone, but this way we can cover more ground faster. Wouldn't exactly be a cinch to explore miles upon miles of wasteland by my lonesome, anyway. But I need to eat, too.”

“I'm sure we can find you suitable sustenance,” said Bella. “Meat, I assume?”

“Yeah, mostly. But thanks to this hybrid form, I'm an omnivore. Need lots of water, too. Especially after I've been drained several times today. Need to keep my equipment in tip-top shape, too.” His blade appeared clean, even after the half-assed way he'd wiped it, no doubt because it was arcane. The executioner's broadsword had already proven its worth, when it cleaved hellhounds in two. Yet he really wished to use his cutlass, lost on his trip here.

After a short discussion ended, he closed his eyes and settled in to sleep. His dreams wandered to whatever awaited ahead. Of the devils and sorcerers that would without doubt try to deter them. However he did open one eye as a number of succubi cuddled up to him, and rolled his eye before going back to sleep. He'll deal with that later.