Maeve the Merc

By ticktickbooom

Maeve was having a bad day. A really, really, bad day. Hell, she was having a bad month. Ever since she was sent to get the local militias into some semblance of shape, in fact. A professional “military contractor,” The Darkswallow Valkyrie had been having the time of her life until peace broke out between the clans. Now, she was stuck cleaning up the backwaters of the monster tribes that had infested them while the best fighters were busy devouring each other.

The small village, Gaia's Glen, she was stationed in was on the one side of the White River, on a narrow strip of land between the river and the Granite Mountains to the east. Most of the clan holdings were on the wide plains on the other side. Their best warriors had been sent to the fighting on the great battlefields of the Kaleta Gap, in the Greypeak Mountains, hundreds of miles west. Being warriors, not soldiers, they mostly wound up brown piles in the enemy latrines when they came up against professionals.

Maeve, on the other hand, was a soldier's soldier. Her knack for taking warriors whose tactics consisted of “scream and charge” or “scream and run away,” and turning them into useful troops had brought her recognition from the leaders of the combined Ironbelly-Darkswallow army. She was “rewarded” for accomplishing extremely difficult missions with outright impossible ones. Maeve took a Firebelly fort that had chewed up regiments with a “company” of unwashed barbarians? Let's see what she can do with a bunch of Nagas.

Well, she had to admit the Nagas turned out to be a pleasure to work with. But that led to the absolute worst experience of her life: the Demongut Incident. No one was sure exactly where they came from, but somehow a group of Demonguts heard about the (latest) Kaleta War with the Firebellies and Whitethroats, and wanted a piece. A debate about what to do with them ended the only way it could.

Naturally, Maeve was the one they were dumped on. She imposed the closest Demonguts could come to discipline in her own special way. After Maeve digested the most grievous examples of Demongut stupidity, she led them on the craziest, most suicidal missions she could find just to be rid of them. She was so happy to see the last of them disappear down a Firebelly's gullet she let the enemy Amazon live.

When the war finally wound down, the areas near the fighting were almost devoid of monsters (and villagers) because they had been devoured by the various hungry armies. In the more remote areas, however, swarms of monsters ravaged the countryside. Now that the fighting had died down, professionals like Maeve were being sent out to get things under control. Basically, she had to take a bunch of newborns and turn them into a decent militia. Things had not been going well.

The problem was that while Maeve was busy training them, karis, arachnes, and harpies were busy eating them. It seemed just as a girl was starting to get the hang of combat, something would gulp her down. The worst part was that the crafters and priestesses gave no support whatsoever. Instead of providing gear and healing, they said that giving the warriors any help was a waste, since they were just going to be eaten anyway. The fact that those same warriors were all that stood between the village and digestion seemed lost on them.

So, while in a fight against a tribe of karis, it wasn't that much of a surprise when the girls she was leading broke and ran when harpies began sweeping down. Maeve had just polished off a kari when a harpy slammed into her, mouth first, from behind. It promptly took off towards the mountains. She did her best to climb back up the harpy's gullet, but it just wasn't happening.

“Okay, time for plan B,” she muttered to herself. Maeve quickly downed all her potions before they were digested. She took off her charmed bracelets and rings, cramming them up her pussy into her womb for safekeeping. Her dagger was next. She moaned as it's sheath slid into her. The harpy assumed she was just getting herself off as she was digested. It wasn't really wrong. Maeve had been swallowed so many times over the years that instead of being terrified, she found it arousing.

She had also found quite a few ways to get out alive. Most girls (and monsters and demons) wasted time trying to get out the way they got in. If she couldn't do it in the first few minutes, it wasn't going to happen. Instead, if the front door was barred, she should go out the back door. After all, that's the route she's going anyway. If she slides through fast enough, she can still be alive when she gets out instead of a pile of brown mush.

Already, Maeve's armor was beginning to corrode. Her sword would last longer, but that wasn't saying much. Squirming deeper into the harpy's stomach, she felt around for the duodenum, leading to the intestines. Using her sword, she pried it open and slithered in, her clothing melting away around her. The intestines weren't as vicious as the stomach, but it was tighter. As she squirmed through the coils in the harpy's guts, her armor and sword disintegrated.

Covered in digestive juices, Maeve did something few would think of, and fewer still could pull off. First, she chilled her own body, giving her endurance far beyond what most girls were capable of. This had served her well on dozens of battlefields. Next, she created a frozen layer on the outside of her skin, greatly slowing the actions of the digestive enzymes.

The harpy let out a confused squawk as an icicle formed in it's belly. Maeve continued her way into the depths of the harpy's digestive track. As the terrain below went from forested hills to craggy mountains, she made her way into the colon. Her cold hands slid through the mushy remains of previous meals and started to force the harpy's sphincter open. The harpy began to land, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. As the bird woman hit ground, Maeve slid out with a pop. Covered in crap, she was beyond pissed off.

“Wark?! What the FUCK is going on?!” the harpy squawked, turning around.

“Aww, poor little birdie got indigestion?” Maeve taunted, grabbing the harpy and holding it's wings against it's sides. “You shouldn't eat things that disagree with you. Of course, I'm one to talk. I always eat anyone who disagrees with me.” Her toothy grin would have done a Bone Fane demoness proud. If the harpy's bowels hadn't already been forcibly emptied by Maeve, that 'smile' would have done it.

That was the last thing the harpy ever saw. It found itself being rammed down the throat of what had so recently been it's own meal. Maeve made quick work of it. After all the exertions of the last few hours, she was starving. It only took her a few gulps to have the harpy balled up in her belly. It made the same mistake as so many others, hopelessly trying to climb back up. Like most, it failed.

Grimacing at the taste of feathers, Maeve looked around. She was high in the mountains, actually on the far side from the White River. The broken terrain made for perfect harpy country. It looked like she would be better off heading down the mountainside instead of up and over. Hopefully, the locals wouldn't prove too hostile.

But first, she wanted, needed, to clean herself up. Following the sound of rushing water, she found a small waterfall feeding a pool. It was almost freezing, but that was hardly a problem for her. The harpy's struggles finally stopped as she was floating peacefully in the middle of the pool. Pulling herself out, she crammed her hand up her snatch and pulled out the goodies she had shoved there to protect them from digestion.

Her dagger, like her lost sword, enchanted to enhance her ice magic. A Black Crescent bracelet that, when infused with mana, rendered the wearer undetectable by magic means. A ring that improved the bearer's ability to control their chakra. A bracelet that increased her already formidable strength. A ring that paralyzed an enemy on contact. Matching anklets that increased speed. Finally, she pulled out something that had been in there all along: a sealed plastic sphere.

Opening the globe, she shook out a mottled gray garment. It would help her blend into a variety of climates and terrain, although it wasn't ideal for most. On this rocky ground, it was almost perfect. Wrapped up in it, there were a few small healing and mana potions. And, maybe most important, a compass that could point north or to one of three predetermined spots. She had locked in Gaia's Glen, Port Shadowhand, at the mouth of the White River, and Fort Spinebelly, in the Kaleta Gap. Not much use on this side of the mountains, but she wasn't planning on staying.

Once she geared up, she started following the stream down the mountainside. Chances were it would lead to civilization. Hopefully, said civilization would not decide to make a meal out of her. For it's sake. She was still pissed. And hungry. That harpy was just a snack. Looking up, she figured that it was about one or two in the afternoon. There was a long way to go before dark.

Maeve made it to the foothills as nightfall approached, stopping occasionally to drink from the clear water, and once to dump the harpy's remains (well away from the stream). The mountains behind her made it arrive much earlier than she was used to. Not that she minded, she had excellent night vision. She was looking for a place to hold up for the night when she heard voices from ahead. Some girls might have assumed they were friendly and called out. Maeve was not one of those girls. As proof, she was still alive when others were pushing up daisies.

Her distrust was rewarded, as once she got closer she could tell the voices were speaking a tongue not of this world. The language of Faneglut, home of demons. Not good. On the other hand, assuming this was a slave raid, saving a few of the locals might earn some much needed good will. Plus, she felt like killing something.

Channeling mana into her bracelet to cloak her from magic, she snuck her way towards the voices. They seemed to be coming from a cave. Peering around a corner, what she saw caused her to freeze. Not in terror, just caution. There were way too many to fight. On the other hand, if what she heard from Blood Fane mercs she had dealt with was right, most of them would be leaving soon.

About two dozen demonettes and succubi were getting over thirty girls ready to be taken back to Faneglut. Their usual way to doing this was to swallow a girl or two and teleport back home. Even as she watched, the demons began to force their captives to drink something, probably succubus honey. That would help the slaves live long enough to get vomited up when they reached their destination. Some probably wouldn't make it, not that the demons cared. There were more where they came from.

Maeve couldn't do much for most of the girls, but once the demons left she could take out whoever was left and free the remaining slaves. If any were left, and if there weren't too many demons to take on singlehanded. But what was life without risk? And, if she was going to be honest, she kind of enjoyed watching the show.

One by one, the girls were gulped down. One by one, the demons disappeared. The sounds of screaming subsided until all the slaves were swallowed, but whimpering could be heard from further back in the cave. Lucky, the plan wasn't a bust... as long as another batch of demons came to collect them. Two demons remained. One, a demonette, the other a succubus, although there was less of a difference than she was used to. Most of her dealings were with Blood Fane demonettes; she had met few succubi. They were much more...demonic than the demons she had seen here. These demonettes were less flamboyantly colored, had smaller horns and tails, and didn't seem nearly as massive. The succubi were outright girlish, she had seen few horns or tails on them. Everything added up to a Flesh Fane slave raid.

The demons were having a conversation in their language. Fortunately, Maeve had picked it up during the war. The accent was a little different from the Blood Fane demons she had learned it from, but she managed. It was smoother somehow, lilting. She decided to hold back and listen. Maybe she'd learn something.

“Got enough slaves for the nagas?' the succubus asked. “The last thing we need is to piss them off. They know these caves like the backs of their hands.”

“Don't worry, Eliza,” the demonette said. “I kept more than enough to keep them happy, and to keep us happy, too. You outdid yourself this time.”

“Well, you know these bitches. Mean, strong, but so very dumb. Trying this with Velvet Flowers or Black Cresent would get me killed. Besides, their defenses are pathetic. They spend all their time attacking anything that moves, never thinking that anyone else would do the same to them. I just wait for most of the warriors to leave, let you know, and BAM, empty village.”

“Are you heading to the next village?”

“No, they might suspect something. I'll head downriver a bit. Ask the nagas if there are any good spots about three days downriver. I'll find you about a week or two from now with new targets.” The succubus's body shimmered, wings disappearing, and suddenly a gorgeous girl was standing in her place. “How do I look?”

“Delicious,” the demonette said. Maeve couldn't help but agree. “Try not to let anything eat you before I do.”

“Promises, promises, Tash.” The succubus in disguise headed towards the entrance, and Maeve. Now or never. Maeve jumped out, driving her dagger into the succubus, pouring cold into her. Her left hand grabbed the throat, hitting her enemy (victim would be more accurate; the demon never had a chance) with a paralyzation spell. Between that and being frozen stiff, she wasn't getting up anytime soon. She hadn't even had time to make a sound. Quickly, she moved to strike the demonette.

“Did you forget something...Shit!” the demonette cursed as Maeve gave her a bellyful of enchanted opal. The demonette was wearing a leather harness holding a pair of daggers and half a dozen potion bottles, probably containing succubus honey. Not that any of it would do her any good where she was going.

“Hello...and goodbye!” Maeve said as she opened wide. Yanking out her dagger, she grabbed the demonette's arms and shoved them down her throat. Her head and torso soon followed. The taste was wonderful. Maeve pulled her victim's thong aside so she could get a taste of her dewpot. She moaned at the bliss the taste gave her, but decided not to risk any side effects from demonette honey and gulped her down. The demonette's legs kicked wildly until Maeve slurped them down.

As her meal curled up inside her, she decided to do something about the succubus. Fortunately, if there was one thing a slaver's den had in plenty it was cuffs and chains. The succubus was still out of it as Maeve clicked shut the shackles and stripped her. Wrists bound behind her, ankles hobbled, the demoness was dragged into the cave by a collar, which Maeve chained to the wall. The cuffs negated magic, so she was back to her normal form. A few slaps brought her around.

“Wakey, wakey. Eliza, right? My name's Maeve. Now, you may be wondering why you're still alive. The answer is: you may prove useful to me alive. If not, you join your friend as dinner. Clear?” She said all this in the demon's tongue.

“What are you, Blood Fane?” Maeve couldn't help but laugh.

“I've been accused of being a demon before, but never by a real one. No, I'm mostly Darkswallow, with a bit of Ironbelly. I think. Enough about me. Sit back and think about what lies you want to tell me, and how much I'll enjoy punishing you for telling them. I'll be right back.”

Leaving the succubus for the moment, she made her way to the rear of the cave. Following the sounds of terror, she found a chamber down a side passage. In a series of cages, groups of naked girls were chained to the wall. She fully expected either fear, if they mistook her for a demon, or relief. She was not prepared for what she got.

“What are you waiting for, you ugly twat? Get me the fuck out of here or you're going face first into my stomach!” Most of the other girls echoed the sentiment. They continued to spew insults and profanity at the person who held their lives in her hand. Not even Firebellies were that dumb, which meant...

“Demonguts. Why'd it have to be Demonguts?” Turning her back on the slaves – slaves they were and slaves they would remain, as far a she was concerned - walked back to the captive demon.

“If only I knew that I was risking my life for a bunch of fucking Demonguts.” The succubus looked up with interest.

“What are you going to do with me?” Eliza asked.

“What I said before still stands. Prove your value. Tell me about this area.”

“Well, this area is mostly Demongut territory, as you may have guessed. There is a much smaller river than on the other side, called either the Demongut River, by them, or the Drogheda River by everyone else. It's in a very fertile valley, heading south and east from the mountains. Once you get south along it's course, it's controlled by the Velvet Flower Clan. The Black Cresent has some bases on the coast, and the Meckis have some settlements among the two. They both find the Meckis useful. Up north is Gurglemeister lands, they control the passes up there so you might know of them. I wouldn't try crossing the mountains. If I were you, I'd either head north, to the passes, or better yet, south and take a ship around the mountains. They continue many miles into the sea.”

“Hmm, what you said doesn't contradict what I already know about these lands. If you're lying about anything, I can't tell. Pity, I was hoping to blow off some steam.”

“Are you sure you're not a demon in disguise?” Maeve only chuckled. “Now that I've answered your questions, I have a proposal to make. Tash, the demonette in your belly, is my business associate. Her dying would be an...inconvenience to me.” That was demon-speak for 'she's my friend, I don't want her to die,' Maeve thought.

“Well, I think it's a little late for that. She stopped struggling a few minutes ago. What do you think you can do, jump down my gullet and force feed her your honey?”

“I don't think that will help. But are you aware that there are ways to resurrect girls and demons who have been digested?”

“Yeah, I know angels can do it.” Eliza grimaced at the mention of angels.

“Succubi can do it as well, but for me to bring someone back, they have to drink succubus honey or something similar before being eaten. Tash had a bunch of vials of my honey on her, and if she had any sense she drank them all after you swallowed her. Unless you stripped her first?” She looked at Maeve quizzically.

“No, she had them on when I downed her.” The succubus sagged slightly in relief before catching herself. Her pride wouldn't let her show weakness before a lowly mortal, let alone a powerful demon, which she suspected Maeve of being.

“It will still takes LOTS of honey to do it, more than almost any one or two, even three, succubi can make, but there's plenty lying around here. Many can't handle the magic part of it, but I can.”

“Isn't this a lot to go through just for a 'business associate'?” Maeve said. Eliza seemed to squirm a bit, but Maeve decided to cut to the chase. “So, what's in it for me?” That was a question she could answer.

“I have a sword and set of armor that I think will suit you just fine. I took it from a Bone Fane demonette I went up against. She was an ice user, like you, and her gear was forged just for her. And, I think Tash has a few trinkets you'll find useful. Who knows, if things go well we might conduct even more business in the future.” Maeve thought things over. Flesh Fane didn't bind themselves to contracts as tightly as Blood Fane, but they usually kept the letter of contracts.

“If I'm not satisfied with that gear, you WILL provide me with something that I find acceptable. That will buy...Tash, was it? That will buy Tash's life, and your freedom. Her freedom will come when she gives me something I find worth it. While she goes get it, you will take her place until she returns. If she doesn't return, you stay my slave. Try to escape or kill me, you wind up making my boobs bigger. If you don't trust her, I will keep her as a slave or eat her again if she makes trouble. Do you accept these terms, swear to Gethross and Kamaruga and Saclia?” Those names got her attention. She might just keep her word after all.

“I will provide you with weapons and armor you find satisfactory in return for Tash's life and my freedom. I will take Tash's place as your slave until Tash gives you an item you find satisfactory for her freedom. If I attack you or attempt escape, you will eat me. I swear by Gethross and Kamaruga and Saclia that I will honor this contract. I still think you're a demon. You even have a Blood Fane accent.”

“Would you quit saying that! Now, is there anything you need to get ready?”

“Well, after that stab to the gut, I could use some healing, and I'm kind of hungry.” Maeve walked over to a wall of potions.

“Will succubus honey do?”

“As long as it's not mine, but I'll need all that I can get later. That red vial should do.” Maeve sniffed at it. It smelled much like any health potion. She gave it to her captive, keeping an eye out to see if it had any weird side effects, like super strength or something. Nothing unusual seemed to happen. “I'm still starving. I don't suppose you could get me a nice girl to eat?” She didn't sound optimistic.

“No, I don't think I'll be feeding you any nice girls.” Eliza looked disappointed, but not surprised. “On the other hand, I've got no problem feeding you a total bitch or two.” She perked up at that. Maeve made her way to the slave pens. More verbal abuse greeted her. She walked over to the loudest, most obnoxious, Demongut and unchained her from the wall. She dragged the twit to the main chamber.

“What the fuck is going on here? How'd you catch that winged slut? You better let me go or I'll be squeezing you out my ass, whore!” Maeve decided to shut the bitch up by cramming her face into Eliza's crotch.

“Thank you,” Eliza said. “That's a great way to put her tongue to good use. Now, can you take off this collar? I don't think I can swallow her past it.” Maeve smirked.

“I have a better idea,” Maeve said. She crammed the Demongut slave's head completely into the succubus's pussy, causing Eliza to gasp and both to squirm. She shoved one hand up the girl's twat and started pumping it in and out. Her other hand started abusing the demon's tits. Maeve pushed harder into the girl, driving her deeper into the demon's lower lips.

“Oh, that's right, deeper,” Eliza moaned. “Let my cunny gobble her up. I haven't had this much fun since my last Bile Fane party. You can't tell me you're not a de- ahh, ahh...” She lapsed into orgasmic incoherence. The slave's tits disappeared into her pussy as Maeve kept pounding away almost elbow deep. If she wasn't careful, she might end up stuck in the girl's twat as the girl was sucked up by the demon's twat. The thought was immensely arousing, but she pushed it aside.

Bringing herself back to the task at hand, she noticed the slave was now up to her waist in succubus pussy. She pulled her hand out and shoved the girl's ass into the tunnel. The girl was now actively squirming her way deeper, all thought of escape driven from her mind by ecstasy. Maeve licked her hand and forearm clean, and stripped out of her camouflage garment. The succubus lay gasping on the floor as she sucked the slave deep into her womb, then deeper into her stomach. Many girls didn't even know they could do that.

As she watched the slave's legs get slurped up like spaghetti, Maeve started fingering herself. Then she realized there was a perfectly good tongue not being properly used right in front of her. She remedied the situation by squatting on Eliza's face. Eliza didn't seem inclined to argue, as she went to work with gusto just as the slave's feet disappeared forever. Maeve would have liked to get into a 69 position, but with both their bellies full, it just wasn't practical. Instead, she reached over and worked Eliza's clit with one hand and a nipple with the other.

Eventually, Maeve decided that Eliza should conserve her strength if she was to save her 'associate.' Getting up, she headed to the showers to clean off. She brought Eliza with her, and enjoyed soaping up the busty demon. She refused to unchain her, and instructed her slave to clean her back with her soapy tits. Eliza decided this whole sex-slave thing wasn't so bad after all. With this woman for a mistress, at least.

Maeve didn't bother getting dressed after she dried off. By now, her belly was flat as her demonette meal was mostly digested. It wouldn't be long before it was time to pitch her out. She gathered all the vials of succubus honey she could find and brought them back to the showers. She figured things might get messy, and wanted to simplify clean up as much as possible.

“Okay, Eliza. It's almost time. Anything else you need to get ready?”

“I just need you to release me. I can't do magic in these chains, and the sooner I get my chakra in order, the better.” Maeve cautiously freed her, prepared for any hint of treachery. Eliza merely knelt down next to the pile of honey, closed her eyes, and started chanting. After a while, Maeve felt a familiar pressure in her bowels and squatted down in front of her unfettered captive.

“Time's up. You're 'associate' is about to hit the floor and go 'plop'.” Eliza couldn't help but chuckle.

“All right, as soon as you finish pushing her out, help me pour honey over the pile, then stand back.” With a grunt, Maeve started to force her victim's remains out. As soon as the last log was added to the pile, she and Eliza poured bottle after bottle onto the odious mass. All the while, Eliza chanted away. As the last vial was emptied, she leaned over the pile, squeezing her tits so honey squirted on top of the mass. Just when she seemed to run dry, there was a flash, and the demonette appeared where the heap of shit had just been.

Eliza fell to her side, grasped Tash's hand, and fell asleep. Tash seemed dazed and confused, and quickly joined her in slumber. Maeve, half because better safe than sorry were words she lived by, and half because she just felt like it, chained up both demons. Then she cleaned up all three of them and carried the pair to a nearby chamber filled with thick carpets and pillows. It seemed to be the closest the place had to a bedroom.

Hearing the demons' stomachs growl, she realized she felt a little hungry herself. It had been a long day. She went to the slave pens again. Maeve grabbed the three loudest Demonguts. Already tired of their yapping, she froze her hands and goosed them, telling the slaves they'd get far worse if they didn't shut up. That, and her penetrating stare did the trick. She led them to the sleeping chamber; the demons still seemed out of it. She decided to get their attention in her own, inimitable way. She chained one girl to the wall, and shoved the other two between the legs of the demons.

“Start licking, slaves.” she ordered. They hurriedly complied. She caressed their juicy slits as slurping sounds filled the room. Her demon captives soon awakened, adding their moans. With a handful of ass cheek on either side, Maeve gave a hard shove, forcing the girls in half way in one motion. Tash and Eliza let out screams of orgasm as they were stuffed. The girl on her left's pussy was almost gushing with juices. The girl on the right was literally spurting. The third girl was rubbing her thighs together, wishing her hands were free, or that someone would bring her off.

Maeve saw that the girls were being sucked in without her pushing, so she turned her attention to the one on the wall. She slid her fingers into the girl's slit, while teasing her clit with her thumb. The slave came almost immediately, again and again until she dropped to her knees, help up only by her collar. As she regained her breath, she saw her friends feet disappear into the demons pussies. The sight caused her to cum again.

“You enjoyed watching that, didn't you?” Maeve asked, stroking the slave's tits. The slave couldn't bring herself to respond. The demons listened in interest. “Just thinking about it has you ready to gush again, doesn't it? Did you even know that was possible?” The girl shook her head. “Well, just so you're clear, that was a one-way trip. You're friends are now in stomachs, not wombs. They won't be coming out as anything other than shit. In the mean time, they are feeling themselves broken down bit by bit, parts of them adding to the demon's tits, parts adding to their hips, parts burning up for fuel. Don't you think that's a wonderful, to become part of such beautiful creatures?” Maeve placed a finger under the girl's chin, lifting her face so she could look straight into her eyes.

“Would you like to become part of me? Find out what your friends felt? Experience that ecstasy?” The girl nodded. “Then say it. Beg to be part of me.” The girl gulped, and opened her mouth.

“Please, Mistress, I beg you to make me part of you.” Maeve smiled malevolently, and unchained the girl. Then, she removed all the girl's shackles and lied down on her back, spreading her legs.

“If you please me, I will allow you to add to my beauty.” The girl trembled slightly as she knelt between Maeve's legs. Keeping her hands behind her back as if she was still bound, she dove into her mistress's muff, applying great enthusiasm and no small skill. After a series of powerful orgasms, Maeve rewarded her.

“You have pleased me. You may feed yourself to my cunt.” The girl came so hard the juices hit the wall behind her. Hands still clasped at the small of her back, she shoved her head into Maeve, then her shoulders, then wriggled the rest of her body in. Both of them orgasmed continuously as the girl wriggled deeper. As the girl filled her womb to bursting, Maeve forced her through a tight sphincter into her stomach. The girl ground her body against the walls of the stomach, hands still behind her back, and waited to be digested. Maeve lied back and enjoyed the afterglow. She soon became aware of two pairs of eyes staring at her.

“Okay,” Eliza said, “I've seen demons do that, hell, I've done that, but I've never seen a human do that. And is using pussies instead of mouths some kind of fetish with you?” Tash still seemed to be trying to figure out what the hell was going on and why she and Eliza where chained up.

“Well, I eat girls, monsters, the occasional demon the normal way all the time. I mean, I hardly ever eat what normal girls call regular food anymore, unless I'm stuck with it. So it's kind of boring. Whenever I have the opportunity, I like to get creative. And that way is one of my favorites. A Gurglemeister girlfriend of mine, Trixie, introduced me to it.”

“And what happened to this Gurglemeister girlfriend of yours?” Eliza asked. “Did you send her on a tour of your digestive tract?”

“Oh, lots of times,” Maeve replied. “You know how good they are a getting out of, and into, stomachs. I learned a lot from her. I lost count of how many times I went through her and she went through me. She even wriggled all the way to my stomach from, ahem, the back door. We both got so good at it we would tell the other to try to hold us down, even if it meant digesting the other.”

“And is that what happened to her?”

“Kinda. Even for a Gurglemeister, Trixie liked being in someone's innards, especially mine. She kept downing healing potions like water and jumping right back down my throat, and staying there until the last minute. She even brought some of her voraphile friends along. They didn't always come back out in the same condition they went in. It was like they had their own little Pervertia cult, diving down each other's throats, and anyone or anything else, too.”

“Trixie lasted longer than just about any of them. One evening, she and the last two others made their way to my stomach, each one taking a different route, and started an orgy in my stomach. They didn't even try to escape, and I was too caught up jilling off to even think about letting them out, not that I would've. They brought antacids with them just to prolong it. It was the most erotic experience of my life. Not even tonight, or that naga orgy has topped it.”

“Naga orgy- nevermind. Tash, this creature insists she's human, a Darkswallow...what was it you said?”

“Near as I can figure out, I'm a Darkswallow-Ironbelly mix. The area I was born in is right between them, and most girls I grew up with were various mixes. Physically, I'm built like an Ironbelly, but I think more like a Darkswallow, and I feel more...comfortable around them. I make Ironbellies nervous. Hell, I make everyone nervous. Most Darkswallows found me a little odd magically, too. I'm good at ice magic but...forget it, it's not important.”

“You can't cast spells at any range from your body,” Tash said, surprising the other two. She seemed surprised herself. Those were her first words since her resurrection. “You can do wonders if you can touch something, but only if you can touch your target. If you try anything at range, the spell fizzles.”

“How...how do you know that?” Maeve finally stuttered.

“When I was in you, and by Saclia was that amazing, I could feel your body, your soul, and your chakras. You have a powerful Chroma chakra, but you need physical contact to do anything with it.” Tash stopped talking and seemed to lose herself in thought again. Maeve had never seen a demon act like that before, and if Eliza's expression was anything to go by, this wasn't normal. Of course, Tash had just been through a very unusual experience. Eliza shook her head a bit, and proved her mind was still stuck in a groove.

“Tash, she keeps insisting she's not a demon. You must've been able to feel exactly what she is, so spill.” Tash thought it over for a bit. To be honest, Maeve was curious herself. She never seemed to fit in anywhere. Just as Eliza was getting impatient, Tash delivered her verdict.

“She's mostly human, but she's definitely got demonette genes. Not enough to be a true hybrid, but she's as much demon as you and I are human.” Eliza started to bristle a bit, but given that her only outright demonic features were her wings, and the Flesh Fane was notoriously interbred with humans, she couldn't really protest. “Was there a large demon presence where you were born?”

“Actually, the town I was born in was near a Blood Fane camp between Ironbelly and Darkswallow territory. They trained Ironbelly and the occasional Darkswallow mages in demonic magic. I always got along with them better than most girls, and picked up their language easily. I worked with Blood Fane mercenaries quite a bit. In the Darkswallow army, I usually was assigned to deal with mercenaries, and wound up becoming one long before the war started. I was a lousy garrison trooper. They always sent me to the hottest action, probably hoping I'd end up in a Firebelly latrine.”

“I can imagine,” Eliza said. “Wait, long before the war? Didn't that start over ten years ago?”

“Yeah.”

“The war that has seen the worst fighting on this planet?”

“Yeah.”

“And you survived it start to finish, always in the worst of it?”

“Yeah. Your point?”

Eliza looked at Tash and said, “Suddenly, I don't feel so bad about losing to a human.” Tash nodded and looked at Maeve in a new light. She knew the woman was formidable, but...

“I was still conscious when the two of you made your deal,” Tash said. “I know what Sorax's weapons and armor can do. It would make you a force to be respected even by the Bone Fane. I have a medallion that would give you the ability to teleport just as well as any demon, among other abilities.” Eliza gave Tash a sharp look.

“Are you sure?” she asked Tash. “She was your...” Eliza trailed off.

“I'm sure. I think she will like Maeve.” Maeve assumed the medallion was some kind of keepsake from a former lover, who would of approved of her. Wait, 'will like' not 'would like'? “If she can teleport, I think she can be of great use to us. We have plenty of raiders. We could use someone who's great in a stand up fight next time the Bone Fane comes calling, or a girl clan sends an army to seize a portal. Even if she's not really a demon, I think she'll fit in just fine. If anyone gives her a hard time she'll just eat them. And we pay better than any clan.”

Maeve thought this over. It was a very tempting idea. But first, she wanted to make sure that she could... not so much trust them, but be reasonably sure they would keep their word. She'd wait until they had given her the goods they promised to make a decision. In the meantime, she had had a bad month. She really needed to cut loose and relax. She decided to leave all this serious talk for tomorrow.

Maeve got up and smiled at her temporary sex slaves. Eliza was eminently fuckable, and Tash was much more to Maeve's tastes than the demonettes she was used to. She even tasted more like a Blood Fane succubus than a demonette. But Maeve wanted a taste of Eliza, now. All three of them had full, wriggling bellies, but Maeve had a solution, one she suspected the other two were more than familiar with.

She grabbed the still-bound demonesses and turned them on their sides, putting them in a kind of 69. Their bulging midsections meant they were in a kind of v. Tash wasn't able to return the favor to Eliza, but that was okay. Maeve lied down, wrapping her legs around Tash's head and diving into Eliza's sopping cunt. The three of them spent what seemed like hours licking away at each other, continuing long after the struggles in their stomachs had ceased. Eventually, they fell asleep, still in a triangle formation.

To be continued...