~~Day 46~~
~~David~~
He sat up. Caera didn’t like that. She pulled him back down, and he again disappeared in a sea of boobage.
On his right was Caera, snuggling into his side. On his left, Jeskura. Both pressed their breasts into his shoulders and chest. And behind him sat Daoka, her legs spread around him, back to the cave wall, his head on her stomach. It was Heaven, and he very much didn’t want to leave. Leaving meant going on a hike, and he hated hiking; the girls hated it even more. And if they stayed here, they could have more sex, some more sex, maybe some more sex, and after that, some more sex.
“We have to get moving,” he said. The words tasted bitter. “Twilight’s almost over. The sun’s up.”
“No sun down here in Hell,” Caera said, and she leaned in so she could run her long tongue along his neck. Daoka’s huge breasts sat on his shoulders, though, so the tiger had to half bury her face against one to reach David. From the clicking sounds, Daoka didn’t mind at all.
“I agree with Caera,” Jes said. “We’ve been walking for so damn long. My feet hurt.”
Daoka clicked some more, and Acelina chuckled.
“Hooves are indeed the best,” the spire mother said. With a rather haughty laugh, she pulled a wing in front of her and ran her claws along its fingers, looking for dirt to discard.
She sat on the other side of the small cave, eyeless gaze aimed at them. But for all her desire to be left alone, she didn’t stop the four little bundles of chaos from snuggling up against her thighs, playing with her tail, or her enormous thin wings, or with Lasca, her breasts. Bravest of the Las indeed, the little critter sat sideways on Acelina’s lap, one cheek resting between the demon’s breasts, and judging from her tail and limp wings, she was asleep. And for some strange reason, Acelina combed the sleeping little demon’s dreadlocks with her claws.
The spire mother almost looked happy. Not that David could really tell, with the lack of any facial features, but normally Acelina’s body language seemed a little stand-off-ish; not that David could really read body language, either. Still, she seemed happier, and the Las weren’t terrified of her anymore. And if last night was any indication, they were also addicted to her breast milk.
It did taste oddly amazing, so he couldn’t blame them.
“We have no idea when the world will end,” he said. “We need to get moving.”
“I know,” Caera said. “Just… five more minutes.”
“Five more minutes,” Jes said, nodding as she leaned in, copied Caera, and licked his cheek. Unlike Caera, she didn’t pull away, content to lean her cheek against Daoka’s tit and leave it there as she smiled at him. “You know, the stranger could have been lying. I vote we just give up the whole plan, go back to the temple, set up a defense there, and recruit all the imps and grems to work for us.” She walked her claws up his naked abs and chest. “I bet we could have a dozen impas and gremlas on your dick every night, and apparently you’d still have energy left over to fuck the rest of us. Think that’d be a nice arrangement.”
“Very nice!” Latia said. The tiniest of the Las joined them, sat on David’s shins facing him, and put her hooves on his stomach. “Big orgy! Impins and gremlins have big cocks, too! Not big like David, but still, big. Lots of sex for all of us. At the same time!” She flapped her wings, and David scrunched up his eyes at the impact of air. “Big pile of sex!”
“I wouldn’t mind that,” Caera said, grinning at David. “Five or six of those little guys trying to get their dicks in me all at the same time? I’d be so stuffed.”
He frowned at her, earned some laughs from her, and a kiss, but he would not be swayed. Groaning, he pushed himself back to sitting, picked Latia up, earned some laughs from her, too, and set her aside. Back on his feet, he got his leather skirt on, his heavy-ass half breastplate, and pointed at the rest of the lazy demons.
“We’re trying to save the world. Come on!”
They all groaned, but after some clicking, stretching, and hoof tapping, they got dressed in their armor, even Acelina. Caera still hadn’t mentioned that the spire mother was wearing the tregeera’s old friend’s armor, but it also didn’t seem to bother her. Demon etiquette.
Daoka got on the tiger’s back, and the group once again began the excursion. This time they’d slept in a hole not too deep in the ground, with only barely enough twist and turns they could hide in it. Not a great place to hide and sleep, but it was all they’d found.
“No hellbeasts, again,” he said. “That normal?”
“No,” Jes said, “it’s not. Something weird is going on. Remnants walking free was already weird, but now hellbeasts aren’t hunting at twilight?”
“They’re hunting,” Caera said, sniffing the air. “I can smell them. They’re just not hunting when they usually do.”
“Question,” David said, raising a finger. “If every hellbeast in an area fought every demon, what would happen?”
The Las all gasped and shared scared looks. Jes and Caera shook their heads, and Daoka clicked a few times as she gestured out at the opening mountain terrain ahead of them.
“We’d probably lose,” Caera said. “Some hellbeasts are pretty nuts. You saw that dragon creature the rider had.”
“Oh, right.” Fucking christ that thing had been huge. “You’re sure it’s still alive?”
Daoka clicked and pointed behind them, back toward the canyon, but stopped mid click. Her arm lowered, and with dropped jaw, she clicked once more.
Everyone turned, and everyone froze.
The path to the Grave Valley was some pretty rough mountain range, but behind them, back toward Death’s Grip, a break had opened in the mountains over Domicela’s valley so they could see all the way back to the spire. From here, it was just a tiny black vertical line, and beyond it, fire. The sky swirled on itself and joined a tornado of fire and lava. Too far to tell exactly how big, but it had to be almost as big as the spire itself.
“What the fuck,” Jes said. “I haven’t seen a tornado that big in ages.”
“That’s a thing?” David asked.
“Yeah, but that thing is huge.”
“Too huge,” Caera said. “No way that just happened randomly.”
David held up a hand, and everyone grew quiet. He hadn’t meant to shush them with a gesture, but apparently he had. Much as he would have turned around and apologized for it, he needed the silence.
“I can… hear it,” he said.
Daoka clicked once.
“Hear… the song.” He leaned toward the distant firestorm and aimed his ear at it. No change. It wasn’t something he heard with his ears, but his insides, like a vibration that was so deep and low, it had to be felt, not heard. “It sounds like… frustration, and rage, and… a dance?”
Caera joined him, Dao still on her back, and the satyr nudged his shoulder as she clicked at him.
“You didn’t dream about Mia, right?” the tiger asked.
“No, I didn’t.”
“If you really keep dreaming about other unmarked when they die, then Mia’s still alive.”
“Yeah, but–wait, you think she did that?”
“It’s on the other side of the canyon, and you said yourself you can hear it. I hear nothing.” Caera looked back at the others.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing,” they all said.