Wanderers of the Wasteland

The moment Asphyxious awakened, rather than lay into the rest of the succubi like many of them no doubt hoped, he instead scrounged out what pack of tools he had on him. “Bah. Not much to work with,” he muttered, most of his supplies lost when he'd been ripped away from his realm and tossed into this one. He emptied his pockets, but couldn't find much more of use despite his hopes. He had managed to uncover a few useful raw materials from the local area, at least.

A shadow fell over him, cast by the aura from a unicorn horn, and when his head turned aside his eye was met with a pair of heavy, suspended, and still bare breasts topped by wide, erect nipples in the draft. The buxom witch in question named Trixie asked, “What are you up to?”

“Alchemy. I have my tool kit but not much in the way of tools,” he replied. Taking out a cylinder, he started to fill it with a mixture of dust and powders.

“Ooh, alchemy? I can help with that!” His head turned in the direction of the second, more chipper voice, met by a twin pair of bared and voluptuous breasts that swayed like pendulums when the second witch, Beatrix, tittered with an audible, “Teehee! I do have some skill in that...”

“Show me,” he practically commanded, only for Bea to turn and bend over, her shapely bare ass practically pushed into his face. No doubt to tempt and tease him as she slowly waved her bodacious buns, which quivered. He really didn't think it was necessary, but maybe she was a little mad, like himself. Then, she shot up and displayed her own tool kit. “Here we are!”

“Where did you...nevermind.” He'd already seen them summon and banish their costumes, so surmised it must be a similar trick. “Yeah, that'll do.” He reached for the kit and she pulled it back.

“Not so fast! I want in!” Beatrix and trixie sat around him.

“....bah. Fine, whatever. Just hand it over.” After a moment, Bea nodded, and handed a portion of her supplies over, which included a number of mixtures in vials. He busied himself with what looked like a casual viewer to colorful stones. Over the next hour, the three of them worked in tandem, and when he fashioned his first crude creation the smell that hit his nostrils earlier sparked his memories. “Gunpowder. That's what it was. Or at least one component to it.” He focused on the finished weapon. Grenades.

The last ingredient for them was the black crystal that was in his scale. He carefully rendered it down into dust and used a small amount for each one. What would happen once these things went off? Hopefully a flash bomb, or at worst, a chaotic fire bomb.
“Not really a fan of weapons,” confessed Bea. “I often use my alchemy for, well, fun stuff!”

“Usually sexy stuff,” teased Trix with a smirk. “That reminds me, my little hellspawn...semen is also a useful component for certain potions.” She batted her eyelashes at the drake-hybrid.

He turned aside and considered it. “...maybe after I've taken care of all the succubi.” The one he'd practically fucked into a coma slept with a blissful expression on her face, and no doubt many of her 'sisters' would be next. Bellatrix watched him cautiously, as if to feel out whether to trust him.

Instead, he felt warmth settle into his lap when Trixie sat down to face him. “How about now?” Her horn's aura directed his palms, which settled onto her well-shaped bare buttocks and sank in. Despite how sore and tired he still was, his members stirred back to life in his pants. She reminded him of his queen, oh how he missed her. Well, until he found out she was turned into a Lich Lord. He still loved her.

Her lips met his own. He deepened the kiss, rolled her asscheeks in his palms, squeezed, kneaded, and spanked them while her aura impatiently fumbled with his zipper and fished out his cocks, his lap already stained by her warm, wet cunt settled atop it, which oozed out its lube with each wink.

Bea planted hands on her hips with a frown, left out. Until Asphy lifted Trix up by the hips, spun her around, and placed her on all fours, then seized Bea and stacked her atop her mother so that their sweet fuckholes faced him. Without ceremony he all but ripped off his pants, reared up, and mounted them, two of his cocks pushed into Trix's hot twat and ass, the last in Bea's pussy.

A pleasant yelp escaped the mother-and-daughter when he started to ride them, their asses left to ripple and clap each time he drove his firm hips into them and skewered them balls deep. “Rougher...harder...,” cried Trix, as he landed a harsh spank on her buttcheek that left his hand print behind and simultaneously pulled on her hair, which made them clenched harder around him. He let out a deep, throaty growl.

Gathered succubi watched and waited for their turns. Some of them openly masturbated.

“Finally,” muttered Bea. “We'll be...huff...properly fucked!” She yelped anew when his free hand slammed onto her ass, squeezed it firmly, and sank his thumb into her puckered asshole.

“Don't waste cum,” whined one of the succubi. “I'm starved!”

Bellatrix Primadonna, too, rose from her throne, arms still crossed beneath her bust when she strolled over with a sway of her hips, her lips pursed, and her eyes narrowed. She took the three of them in while Asphy mated the witches, who squirted messes behind and all over him. When this is all over, maybe he should find some way to modify them to feed off of emotions, like the changelings?

“I take it you two do this often,” said Bella drly.

“Y-yeah,” panted Bea between moans. “I-I have this...huff...condition...makes me super horny...”

Trixie continued for her. “Because my little hellspawn was...fuck...supposed to be this 'Dark Messiah' that would...shit...huff...master the Necronomicon and raise hell! Oh, yes~!”

Grunts rose from Asphy when he answered, “All the more reason to find that copy then!” He kneaded harder, planted more firm spanks on the submissive sluts wrapped around his cocks. And burn the damned thing, he thought to himself while he fucked.

With each thrust, their titties swung and swayed, bounced and jiggled, their vocalizations a cacophony of moans. Sweat rolled down all their bodies when he railed them fast and hard like Trixie demanded, despite the ache in his muscles, and he felt his members swell and spread them further. All the while, the folds of their moist pink pussies and their assholes milked him.

Inevitably, he burst. Buried the knots at the base of his shafts in them, then let loose spray-after-spray of cum that made them swell up like before, their interiors impacted with such force they squirted all over him anew. “Fuck,” he cried back. “Take it...take my virile seed!”

He filled them to the brim. Listened to the sweet music of their continuous moans. And, once he finished, with a fresh slap on their asses at the same time with both palms, withdrew. Gaped holes popped and oozed his cum. Instantly, succubi pushed him back and beset their cum-soaked orifices, audily slurped his semen free from their cunts and assholes, Bea's also hit by a stray shot of cum when he'd withdrawn, where it settled into her puckered pink rectum that clenched and unclenched. Another succubus dived to suck up what cum she could from his three dicks.

He seized this one's curled horns. Drove her head down and humped into her face to help her clean him off. Greedily, the she-devils licked and lapped up even the stray drops of cum he'd cast. As much as he disliked this shell, at least he didn't run the risk of going into a rut. Or he would
be stuck here for weeks, a slave to his draconic instincts.

Bella shook her head. “You know how I value your freedom, sisters. But nor should we carry ourselves like wild animals. I trust he'll have far more to offer us...once he's ready.”

His eye met hers. “And what about you? I'd think the queen would want first-dibs.”

“I take care of my sisters first. Especially since more of them have only been recently awakened from their wilder states and thus made aware. Besides,” added Bella with further narrowed eyes. “I'm not like other succubi.” She hunched down to meet his face. “I only top and submit to no man.”

He chuckled and continued to use the she-demon's horns like handlebars while she sucked him off. “Be that as it may. Doesn't matter to me. But you'll need to partake eventually to survive. As much as we both want to try something else.”

“Yes...on my own terms.” Bella slowly turned with a swish of her wide hips, her leather-clad, bikini-bottom in his face, and flicked her spaded tail close to his eye when she walked away.

His attention spun back to the succubi that looked at his tool kit. “Careful with that,” he warned. “Those are explosives. You could blow your hands off! Or worse...” With a few thrusts into the she-demon's mouth and throat, he fired off a few weak cumshots into her belly, all but drained.

Thankfully, when Bellatrix returned his nostrils picked up the aroma of cooked meat. She delivered his meal on a tray carved of bone, and likewise delivered cups of water to Bea and Trix. “Don't ask where the meat came from,” she warned him for his sake. Asphy had eaten worse. “But it should be safe for you. Unfortunately, I don't think we can properly feed the rest of our new allies, not in this land.”

Beatrix, now cleaned by a female demon who'd sucked every last bit of cum from her womb, clumsily rolled over, and with a hand wave, summoned a supply of rations. “D-don't worry about us,” she huffed with heaves of her breasts. “Not the tastiest, but we came prepared!”

“Mmm,” noted Trixie, who also rolled over. “Dried fruits, and ooh, peanut butter crackers!”

“I know it's your favorite~,” said Bea with a wink and smile. She also procured her portable tea set, steamed the provided water, and sat across from her mother when they ate.

Asphyxious ate in silence, as the flavor of cooked and salted meat settled on his tongue. He wiped the juices off his chin with the back of his hand and grunted. “Not bad. But how did you cook this? Magic?” The queen nodded, made a balled up fist, and lit it with hellfire that crackled, the super-heated flames partly torched black. “Huh. With the right spells you could probably form a mini nuke with those hands.”

“That I likely could,” admitted Bella. “But I wouldn't want to risk harm to my sisters.” She snuffed out the blaze. “Each one still needs to discover who they really are. Emotionally, they're immature, and demons are amoral by nature. Most live by the unspoken code, survival of the fittest.”

He asked, “Do they have names?”

She nodded. “Each one picks her own. The first one you slept with calls herself Kismet.” The lithe, spiky-haired she-demon was still half-asleep. “The horned one whose throat you made use of is Xanadu.” The more shapely devil in question was still dizzy after he'd face-fucked her senseless.

“I'll remember it,” he said between bites, meat pulled and shredded by his teeth before he swallowed the pulverized chunks down. His belly full, he took a swig of water to wash it down. Much as he hated to admit it, Beatrix was a far more skilled alchemist, no doubt since she'd been at it since she was a child. Yet she also struggled to craft tools of death, unlike him. Soon, he helped finish over a couple dozen explosives. Gunpowder filled his nostrils once more to overpower the reek of sex.

A few hours passed while he rested in a seated position. Thankfully, Bellatrix kept her horny band of followers at bay until he was ready, much to their audible and visible disappointment.

By the time his sole eye opened, he stretched and yawned wide. Bella informed him the succubi needed to hunt, and he'd have to help replenish their reserves. Thus, he turned his attention to another pair of succubi that had helped sucked him off and cleaned him earlier.

He turned between the two. “And your names?”

“Nymphette,” said a short-haired one, also on the thin side but shapeful in the right places. Giggling, she pressed her naked body close to him and ran a nail down his chest with a smile. “Bellatrix thinks she's lived over a thousand years in the Necronomicon, but the rest of us? Could be centuries. No one knows for sure. But that doesn't really matter, does it? Do what comes natural!”

“Sanguine,” practically hissed the second demon, more physically built in contrast to her more petite partner, with a more brutish, savage countenance, but nonetheless attractive in her own wild way. “I'm a natural born warrior, unlike most soft tempresses here! Think you can handle me?”

“One way to find out,” he answered, drew Sanguine in closer too with a claw around her waist, and drove his cocks into the pair, who moaned at the penetration, one in Nymphette's pussy and two into Sanguine's cunt and asshole, determined to make the wilder demon fold. Immediately, he set to fuck them into submission, their plush, fertile bodies rocked each time he pounded them.

They writhed on him. Twisted with pleasure and screamed it without shame with each piston into their slick, moist depths. Their breasts bounced, Nymphette's small and perky ones, Sanguine's much heavier pair, but each carried an ample ass that clapped under his fierce, staccato thrusts.

Their backs arced, and they pleaded aloud to receive his seed. He was thankful they hadn't simply tried to chain him up and milk his balls for what they were worth. Sure, he could probably take most of them in dragon form, but they could overwhelm him with sheer numbers, and the self-proclaimed 'Queen of Hell' in particular could have been a problem. Even he likely couldn't tank too many direct hits from hellfire, nor was he sure what else she could prove capable of!

He rode them until they threatened to buckle. Plundered their fuckholes for all they were worth. Ran his hands across their supple, sweaty flesh, amazed by the various shades of exotic colors each succubi came in, the better to draw the eye and attract a potential male to feed upon.

They howled. Drenched him. He knotted them. Groaned and pumped their wombs full.

The pair of them went limp, dropped onto the dark floor of the void, left to ooze his cum. And like before, whatever their interiors didn't absorb into was slurped and sucked out by other succubi that rushed to feast on their well-used fuckholes. More started to suck him off and clean him.

Most men would have stayed here forever to satisfy their baser nature. But he still had a mission. Also, a debt to pay, and thankfully his followers kept the lost souls from that world. Sadly, that only paid off half of it. It was ridiculous to him.

“That should do it for now,” announced Bellatrix. “Everyone that's capable, prepare for the hunt!”

He cocked an eyebrow. “...and what about you?”

“I've kept most of my power in reserve until it's needed,” explained Bella. “...but much as I'm loath to admit it, I may eventually require a pick me up on the battlefield. Until then, you'll have to content yourself with fantasies about me. Beatrix, Trixie, are you two able to help?”

“One-hundred and ten percent,” assured Trixie, who took a cocky stance with a hand on one hip.

“Ditto,” nodded Beatrix, who copied her mother's movements, the pair still naked while they posed. Then, with waves of their hands, the duo materialized their complete costumes back over them. He wondered if they could fix his pants? He really should have thought about that more before tearing them off. Thankfully, he'd later learn the witches could summon him more.

It was decided the hunting party would consist of the four succubi he'd mated, the witches, the Queen of Hell, himself, and a sizable score of other she-demons, while the rest would remain behind to protect their lair in case any other surprises stumbled upon it. Even most of the warriors dressed in more fetish-attire than proper armor, and armed themselves for the bloodshed ahead.

By the time they flew up from the pitch blackness, Asphy thankful he'd rested enough to use that trick again, they made their way from another portion of the partially demolished house and out into the open. The scorched, barren wasteland stretched before the eyes of the hunters.

The blotted sun nonetheless baked down on them. Bellatrix directed them to quickly move into action, since she didn't want any wanderers to track their chosen lair. Within moments, they put some distance between the domicile and themselves, before they tried to choose a direction.

Trixie asked, “Which way? One direction could be the same as the next!”

“Not necessarily,” answered Bella, who nonetheless was at a loss. “Usually, we rely on instinct...” Asphy turned to Bella, maybe they could become future followers? If they can curb that insatiable lust, he thought to himself.

Beatrix heaved her shoulders. “Flip a coin?” She tittered nervously.

Asphyxious turned about. And from the corner of his eye spotted Grayscale, adorned by a smile while a robed hand pointed in one direction. “...tch. This way. Follow the cracks.” His boot kicked at the torn up earth and cast a cloud of dust. As much as he hated this, the faster they got this done, the better. After a moment, Bella nodded and they followed.

Somehow, while they traversed the dry, endless miles, he'd expected more resistance. He kept his hand positioned by his broadsword, swept his eye about for possible ambushes, certain they were watched. Bella obviously felt it too, fully aware and on alert from her tensed posture.

Aside from the occasional stones, bones, boulders, or pits, the surface proved empty.

Finally, they came upon fractured and overturned columns. Buildings carved of marble had fallen into ruin, half-buried under dust and sand. Whatever civilization had once been here, perhaps ancient, lost to the decay of time and weather. From what he'd heard, like him the succubi were effectively immortal...so was Beatrix, frozen to forever remain in her early-to-mid twenties. Being immortal was overrated, at least he can still die. Just meant sleeping for a few hundred years until nature took its course.

Trixie was the sole exception here, forced to down brewed potions to slow the onset of entropy. A painful reminder to Beatrix that, every time she hopped dimensions then returned home, her mother would slide closer to death. Yet Trixie didn't want to hold her back, either!

“This must be the place,” said Asphy, who couldn't see Grayscale anymore. So this was as far as the so-called reapers could go, he thinks, snorting smoke from his flared nostrils.

Bellatrix nodded. “Indeed. It's like we were led here for a reason. I can feel it. Girls, fan out in teams and look around, but don't stray far. There's always a chance more threats lurk here...”

Cracks spider-webbed the abandoned, sunken structures. They encountered an occasional statue of men and women, some clothed or in armor, others partially or completely denuded, also chipped, fractured, or dismembered from impact once they'd fallen and the chaotic weather. Jars were shattered, whatever water they harbored dissolved, much like the empty pool at the center.

“Wait,” called Asphy. “The cracks in this pool are pretty wide. Bet someone could easily slip into them.” He knelt to peer into them, and saw that indeed, a stairway awaited below. What truly worried him was the smell of this place, it reeked of copper. Yet there wasn't a single piece of the metal anywhere.

“Just like last time,” said Trixie with a shake of her head. “It doesn't make any sense!”

Beatrix nodded. “It's like parts of this world have been slapped together haphazardly! Like...like...” She clutched her skull, which throbbed the harder she concentrated to remember. Some other planet which was made up of chunks from other worlds, friends and foes she'd met...

Bellatrix had been there...and Trixie...and...and.... But she couldn't recall, no matter how hard she tried! So instead, frustrated, she and Trixie volunteered themselves to search the cracked pool!

Once more, they banished their capes and pointy hats which were only in the way, and the two witches attempted to squeeze into a hole at the same time. Both ended up face down, ass up, their heart-shaped derrieres pointed in his face when they waved back-and-forth as they squirmed.

Butt-floss left most of their lower holes exposed when the fabric stretched, unable to contain their ample assets, which threatened to fully burst from their confines. “Give us a push,” came an echoed, muted cry from the dark, and with an eye roll he planted his palms back on their butts. If they just wanted him to breed them raw, they could have just asked, he thought while lazily shaking his head.

His touch sank back into their supple flesh, cradled a buttock of each witch and shoved them forward. Yet no matter how much he pushed, they hardly moved. “You've really done it this time,” he mumbled, in equal parts irritation and amusement while he was free to fondle their asses.

“Ooh~!” Trixie moaned. “Don't let up~!”

“Uh-huh,” added Beatrix, as he kneaded and ran circles around their pliable buttcheeks.

Their costumes dematerialized into the ether, the drake-hybrid found himself held within their combined auras, and his pants simultaneously unzipped when they pulled him closer. This time, two of his cocks sank into Bea's holes, the last in Trix's twat, which enveloped him in warmth and wetness. “Rail us,” they called in unison. “Put your hips into it and don't hold back! Fast and hard!”

He did as commanded, skewered them relentlessly and without mercy. At the same time he brutally slapped their asses, left furious red hand prints on cheeks that rippled and quivered with each audible clap. Their sweet moans and cries met his ears, spatters of their honey lust on his lap.

He fucked into their holes. Pierced past the cervix and claimed their wombs, his cockheads battered into their slippery walls. It should have been painful, but maybe they'd taken those 'stretchy potions' he'd overheard them discuss, and he certainly received no complaints from his technique.

Violent humps met the submissive sluts. To breed them. Dominate them. Make them squeal.

“Close...so close...!” He could hear Trix's whines reverberate.

“Just...a little...more...!” Bea, too, added to the erotic chorus as they winked, squeezed, and milked him, and all the while he continually pounded the pair into submission to free them.

By the time he knotted them, and released a fresh explosive blast of cum into their fissures, the impact popped them off him and caused them to tumble into another pit. Trixie cried, “Oof!” More of his shots rained below, and she yelped, the witches slathered in more of his thick loads.

Bea called back, “You okay mom? Ouch! Think we landed on our fannies!”

“I'll kiss it and make it better,” teased Trix, which made him roll his eye some more, at least reassured they were fine since they could kid around. “Damn, all this cum is so sticky and runny! We're practically covered head-to-toe in spunk! And when do these stairs end, anyway?”

“One way to find out,” said Bea, who smacked her lips as she sampled his cum. “Huh, not bad!”

Junk tucked back into his pants, like before he strained his muscles to widen the crack. Stone crumbled and caved, until he, too, was able to see the steps that wound deeper into darkness. “Don't move too far,” he yelled from cupped hands. “I'll fetch Bellatrix and the other succubi!”

Fortunately, he didn't need to travel far to locate one of them. Soon, the word was passed around, many of the succubi able to fly and report, until Bellatrix made sure every last one was accounted for. “Leave it to Beatrix to simply stumble on the solution,” said Bella. “It does feel familiar.”

“She did say she's meant to be some 'Dark Messiah',” he recounted skeptically. "If I'm being honest, I think someone's trying to turn your sister into a goddess of lust. Not sure how I should feel about that."

Bellatrix stroked her chin. “Indeed. Maybe she truly does find herself drawn to the darkness, like she claims. That would help explain why she came upon me, in this life and the supposed last. But that could also mean what we seek is truly below. Come. The witches need us.” She flew in first, followed by her fellow she-devils, some which carried others that weren't blessed with such talents.

Once, when first awakened, many of the female demons had been at each other's throats. Jealousy, paranoia, confusion, blind fury...it had taken much effort for Bellatrix to break them of such habits. “Each of you are sisters,” she told them. “And if you choose to remain, you must behave.”

While she believed in individual freedom, Bellatrix also needed to maintain a level of order for everyone to survive. And to save more like them, scattered in the wastelands, each potential prey for the bands of abominations that roamed them and could hunt them to extinction.

They descended towards the bottom. All sense of time was lost. The scent of copper was getting stronger down here, it made Asphy reach for the hilt of the sword a number of times. They haven't seen it, yet he was sure something was lurking down here.

And once they reached the end, a shrine which hadn't been demolished loomed ahead. Gasps rose and were swallowed down by Beatrix, who'd taken the lead. “It...it's impossible...!”

Trixie furrowed her brow. “Another familiar face, my little hellspawn?”

“A few of them,” replied Bea in a hushed whisper. More concealed memories threatened to come back, aroused by familiar faces, a number of allies rooted ahead in the shrine. No, more like an altar, she realized, one made for sacrifices, her eyes cast to a raised curved knife cast in the dark...

The arm that held the blade started to fall. Someone shrilly screamed.