A/N: Remember when I said chapter four hopefully shouldn't be delayed that much after chapter three's release? Yeah, look how that turned out...

Bit more action this scene though, along with a lewding with a certain duo.

Do enjoy~

Army of the Demon King

Chapter 4: Breaking Out

Nightfall came quickly.

After washing up and getting your dick chewed on by Gura – and wasn't that a novel experience? – she'd taken you back to your hut and chained you to the wall before leaving, muttering to herself about wanting a snack.

However, either out of distraction or incompetence, Gura had done a poor job of chaining you up. You didn't correct her on that mistake nor make any indication that you knew, staying perfectly defeated until she'd left. Only then did you poke and prod at the too-loose cuffs, testing where they were weakest and loosest.

However still you waited. Even as Kiara came by, the Phoenix-woman smiling and surprisingly nice as she fed you some soup before leaving, returning only at dinner time to give you another bowl of soup then before bidding you goodnight. Whether she was taking pity on you, or was trying to lure you into a false sense of security, you didn't know. What you did know was that you weren't going to stick around to find out.

'Easy...' You told yourself, exhaling the breath from your lungs and forcing your muscles to relax – slowly, carefully straightening your fingers to a knife's edge and twisting them.

The roughened black metal of the cuffs dug into your wrists somewhat but you patiently kept twisting them, wriggling your wrists further and further down – until soon your right hand slipped free. You consciously quenched the burst of excitement that lanced through you; after all you weren't out of the woods yet. That thought remained in your mind as you removed your other hand as well, lowering both to your sides and flexing them several times; your fingers numb but regaining some feeling as you curled them about and did some basic exercises.

It was dark by now, your hut dim but not pitch-black, courtesy of the curtain-like doorway. Torchlight illuminated the camp beyond and even at this late hour you could hear activity, from the stomping footfalls of Orc patrols to the occasional merchant or late-nighter chatting between themselves; it was bizarre to think that the monsters here actually had a bar and small recreation areas set-up. Were they so overconfident in their ability that their leaders, whoever they may be, allowed it? Or did this go on without the knowledge of the Demon King himself, or his Royal Guard?

The mere utterance of their name made your skin crawl. You'd never seen them, nor even glanced at a picture of them, but you'd sensed them from across the battlefield once, back on cloudy night when you served as recon for the 3rd Legion's infamous cavalry. The clamour of battle, the roar of magical thunder – all of it so suddenly broken as a churning, surging darkness tinged with red erupted from the earth like a volcano. Again, you'd only seen it from a distance, but the sheer untold depths of power that laced it... there was no mistaking it. That was no ordinary monster. Only a member of the Royal Guard possessed such horrifying strength. So much so, despite their monstrous nature, even your allies called them goddesses.

And of them all, the Goddess of Chaos was one you hoped never to meet. For those that had, never returned.

At least not in one piece.

You shuddered, pushing the thought from your mind and instead turning your focus onto your surroundings once more, and more importantly your objective; escape. This late at night the girls would all be asleep, and from what you could garner from passing conversations outside your hut they were, presumably, the most powerful people at the camp, both in raw strength and authority. How and why was beyond you, but that wasn't important to you right now.

What was was escape. Thus with slow, methodical footsteps you crept to the edge of your hut, peeking through the blinds. Flames flickered across from you, torchlight illuminating the compacted dirt path. Perhaps you could knock that over and cause a fire? It'd be a great distraction, and could possibly cause a lot of damage... but no, they had several ice and water casters, such a blaze would be put out after no more than a minute and it'd wake up the entire camp in the process.

Using the slowly-fluttering curtains to your advantage you shifted over to the other side of the hut, the dirt cold beneath your knees as you peered out at a different angle. From here you could just-barely catch a glimpse of the two guards that stood at the far gate, the one that led out into the valley and also to the springs that got you into this predicament. That was your best escape route.

Nodding to yourself you pushed the curtains apart, movements slow as to not attract attention as you stepped out into the light. Some crates sat to your left, nailed shut, but to your right was some other unboxed crates – probably thanks to what looked like a small shop or something right next to it. Cautiously you rose up until you were hunched over, allowing you to peer down into the rectangular crate; one holding rows of bright red apples.

An idea formed in your mind, bringing a faint smile to your lips. You'd always had a thing for being sneaky; now was the time to put it to the test.

With that in mind you grasped the apple and held it firmly in your right hand, your fingers shifting across the waxy surface even as you leaned out past the walls of boxes on either side of you. The dirt path to your left stretched out before taking a left turn, shops and what looked like an armoury that way, whilst to your right laid a pathway towards what looked like elaborate tents and huts, some newer than others and presumably continually built as more resources came in.

And across from you laid a row of empty, abandoned shops. Remembering the trip to the pond Gura had taken you on just earlier that day you hurriedly dashed across the street, forcing yourself to move slower just so your feet didn't make such a loud sound. You avoided touching the huts lest you knock something over and instead focused on where your feet were; stepping over the diagonal support beams one by one until you reached the palisade wall, pushing against it. The wooden pillars stood firm as expected.

Undeterred you lowered yourself down into a crouch and slowly moved past the shops. The guards stood ahead of you, staring straight ahead; you were likely in their periphery vision. Too fast a movement, too distinct an action, and they'd glance your way and see you. So long as you kept your movements slow and didn't make much noise, you'd be invisible.

'How long until the guard change?' You pondered. Orcs were more durable and had a lot of stamina, hence their frequent use on the frontline, but even they'd need rest. And if past battles were any indications, they rotated guards as well just like your side did.

However you couldn't just sit here and wait for them to move; the risk of being caught rose by the second as the chance of one or both of the Orcs glancing your way increased, regardless if you moved or not. With that in mind you turned your focus onto the apple in your hands and slowly stood – before as subtly as you could you lobbed it over the shop before you. It careened through the air out of sight – and then hit something, causing a crash of wood collapsing into something else. A stack of crates knocked over, maybe? No, something bigger. A wooden roofing tile?

Whatever you hit it put the two guards on alert. Frowning the one closest to you slowly made his way out of sight, and after a short moment the other guard followed – presumably to make sure his buddy didn't get garrotted by an assassin. Two was always better than one. You didn't miss your chance and hurriedly stepped over the wooden pegs and support beams beneath you, rushing out of cover and to the entranceway, peeking out for any more guards... but to your astonishment there were none. The pathway beyond was empty, albeit lit by torches.

'Something isn't right.' You thought. 'Surely they wouldn't guard just the interior. Why not have two guards outside the gate either?'

Your mind provided no answers, but your time was running out – the two guards were muttering to themselves and drawing close. Gritting your teeth you ignored your better instincts and instead dashed into the long grass, crouching low and hurriedly dashing through it. The quiet weight of the forest seemed so heavy when you knew what monsters laid not far away, but you banished them from your mind; focusing instead on dashing between blades of grass – avoiding what looked like traps, judging by the suspicious raised patches of dirt every now and again. A normal foot soldier would walk right over them without a care, but you were used to recon duties. And recon meant avoiding stepping on bombs liable to rid you of your legs.

The amusing thought was banished from your mind however as you neared the secret intersection, the one that would lead to the pond. Something still wasn't right. This all felt too easy, too...simple. Surely after waging war for this long they had a better way to keep prisoners, or a better security than just two Orcs on the interior side of the gateway?

It was as that thought ran through your mind that you became acutely aware that you were being watched. Immediately you looked back to the gate but the guards weren't looking at you, chatting amongst themselves. A subtle flare of power though made you look straight up, at the hill right above you...

...and it was there, that you saw them.

Perched upon a thick branch like a cat was the grey-haired lioness from before, her grey eyes gleaming from the light of the full moon, yet you were under no delusions she was staring straight at you. The thick faded green jacket she wore was lined with a fur collar, left open and revealing the tight-fitting black top that hugged her bust closely, as did her shorts that left much of her pale thighs bare. By her side though, stood leaning up against the trunk of the tall tree with a self-assured smirk on her lips, was the fennec fox-girl; clad now in a colourful clown-like dress, the puffy skirt and tight corset emphasising her slender physique amply. Twin thigh-highs, one blue and the other pink, hugged her lethally-lithe legs, and even as you stared you could sense their lust. Both for body and blood.

Botan and Polka. Two of the girls you ran into at the pond.

'Shit!' You swore in your mind and bolted.

From the corner of your eye the two disappeared into the darkness but you knew they were closing in. Your teeth gritted together on instinct alone but you refused to just give up, your blood pounding in your ears as you ran between the hills and towards the pond. It came into sight, the tall grass thinning around you as it gave way to rock and compacted dirt, the area opening up a bit. Not much, but enough.

Just then a figure landed down before you – Polka. The blonde smirked at you and bent her knees, undoubtedly about to spring towards you. However, contrary to what these monsters might think, you weren't helpless. Far from it.

And without those magic-suppressing shackles on you, you were free to prove that.

''Fuerza!''

The spell name rolled off your tongue with familiar ease even as you raised your right hand – and from it a nigh-invisible force burst forth. Over such a distance it lost strength fast but it still took Polka by surprise, the fox-girl hit square in the abdomen and sent stumbling back with wide eyes. You didn't waste the opportunity, closing the distance between your despite your instincts screaming at you to make distance; your hand formed to a knife's edge and brimming with pale blue energy.

''Lance Froide!'' From your hand a cold feeling emerged; preluding the spear of pale blue ice that shrieked out towards Polka's unguarded abdomen.

Polka however snapped out of her shock and twisted aside, the deceptively-sharp ice missing and instead just carving a gash across her left side. She grimaced, glaring at you now, but you didn't give her a chance to get her footing and retaliate – lashing out with the five-foot-long ice spear still connected to your knife-shaped hand. You swung it through the air swiftly but Polka's agility showed itself as she ducked right under it, and when you swept it back towards her she swung to meet it; her back-hand smashing through the ice.

You used that to your advantage though; reaching out as if to grope her and channelling magic down your fingers, chilling your very bones as you used a more advanced level of magic. It had no name nor incarnation, but the fragments of ice momentarily floated in place, their movement slowing – before with a subtle wobble they suddenly all turned their sharpest points towards Polka and shot towards her like dozens of icy needles.

Faced with a multi-angled attack Polka could only leap back, though you took great satisfaction in seeing her grimace when you cut her arms and shoulder with several of the projectiles.

However Polka wasn't alone. A fact you were reminded of as you felt movement to your left-

-and the air was abruptly blown out of you as a palm struck your left side with all the force of a charging boar. It sent you airborne for a frightening second and you hurriedly reached down, a quick application of Fuerza stalling your descent momentarily and giving you the time to orient yourself; landing on your feet. Still your ankles buckled and you hissed from the suddenness of it, the recoil from such a harsh landing aching up your shins and knees, but that was the least of your problems.

The lioness ahead of you was the main problem. Still wearing that oversized coat she smiled at you, showing all her teeth; her eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. Night vision. Fantastic.

''Escaping in the middle of the night.'' Botan decided to speak, her voice carrying over the clearing easily. ''Not a very smart idea, human.''

You glared back. The way she said 'human', the deepening lilt to her voice, made it sound more like an insult than anything else. ''Better than during the day.''

Botan tilted her head slightly, conceding that point.

Then suddenly she tensed her legs, leaning forth – and then shot towards you with superhuman speed.

You reacted immediately, glancing down at the pond before reaching out towards it with your right hand – willing your magic into it. You felt it take hold, obedient, and with a clenched fist pulled upwards you made the water surge upwards like a wall. You willed it to cool, drawing the heat from the water and dropping the ambient temperature around you by several degrees. The water rapidly crystallised in the matter of seconds, forming a sheet of ice.

However Botan closed the distance far faster than you anticipated; smashing through the thin, incomplete wall of ice with ease and cocking her fist back to punch you. Hurriedly you jumped back, her fist missing your nose by mere inches, but she followed it up with another jab. Suddenly you found yourself constantly back-tracking to avoid her onslaught of fists, and without a weapon in your hand you didn't dare try and get into a battle of pure power.

Polka wasn't idle either though.

A fact you were reminded of as chains made of golden light suddenly burst from the stone under your feet and wound themselves up your torso, constricting you painfully tight and forcing a wheeze out of you. You strained against them but they held firm – long enough for Botan to get in front of you, pearly teeth on full display as she brought her fist in.

You thought fast, throwing your right hand up to meet hers. ''Fuerza!''

The spell fired, releasing a tremendous amount of physical force, and from so close it should've been enough to practically break bone. However the force behind Botan's own strike was shown when, rather than get pushed back, her fist merely slowed down until she struck your hand – hard enough that you winced, but not shattering your hands into pieces. However that only bought you a mere second or two.

Darting down you grabbed the chains of light and gripped them hard, casting a less potent Fuerza and shattering them with the blast of force. They disintegrated into motes of light immediately.

Not fast enough though. A fist struck your abdomen and punched the wind right out of you, rendering you unable to even breathe for a harrowing second – and then a roundhouse kick from behind struck your lower back, sending you off your feet and into Botan. Her fingers encircled your throat, the tip of her nails scarily sharp as they dug into your flesh. She held you for but a moment before throwing you, once more rendering your airborne.

Only for Polka to appear in your trajectory, her leg moving – and another gasp was ripped from your throat as she brought her heel down on your upper-back, moving so fast it was like her leg was a blur. Any such observations immediately fled your mind as you smashed down onto the wet rock, a gasp forced from your lungs and leaving them tingling as they tried and failed to get air into them; primal fear arising within you as you couldn't get air in, your chest aching as you only managed to suck in short, shallow wheezes.

''Hmph. Didn't expect him to have magic.'' You heard Botan remark, her voice partially muffled by your own panting.

''Yeah. Thought he was just some scout from what Aloe said?'' Polka answered from right next to you.

''Then either their scouts are getting better armed...'' Malicious amusement coloured Botan's tone. ''...or we don't have just a regular old scout on our hands.''

You tensed. You realised your mistake when Botan grinned wider, showing pearly white teeth that looked razor-sharp in the bright moonlight.

'Shit.'

The thought echoed through your mind as Botan turned you over onto your back, grinning down at you. They knew. Knew the littler details you'd managed to avoid telling Aloe not by lying, but by simple omission – details that were technically true, but without clarification they'd overlook. You were a scout of the Seventh Legion; that was true. You just weren't a regular, everyday scout.

''What should we do with him?'' Polka queried lightly, prodding your cheek with her foot. You tilted your head away from it, making her titter with amusement.

''Hm... well, since we have him to ourselves...'' A predatory gleam entered Botan's eyes. ''Why don't we have some fun?''

You connected the dots in your mind quickly as Botan lowered herself down, straddling your crotch. Polka giggled as well and flicked her wrist, summoning another golden chain that wound itself around your torso and bound your arms to your sides; the magical nature of the chains interfering with your ability to cast spells. The thought made you grimace and squirm, but even as you caught your breath you had a feeling you wouldn't be escaping the two women.

Assured of that fact Botan yanked your pants down. Your cock was exposed, limp in the cold night air, but with a finger Botan stroked the underside of your shaft – tickling your cock with her surprisingly-dainty digit. Her touch was light, feathery, and when she curled her digits around your length her hand was pleasantly warm. In the back of your mind you realised she was using some sort of magic to heat her hand up further; the pleasant warmness becoming almost hot and cosy. The sensation was made more lewd though when she drooled down onto your semi-erect dick, the mixture of saliva and warmth making it feel like you were already in her mouth, and not just being squeezed by her hand.

''Ah... stop it...'' You feebly protested, knowing they wouldn't. You were at their mercy; they had no reason to grant you a reprieve.

The prospect was reinforced as Polka swung one long leg over you; straddling your face. ''Mm... if you do a good job, I'll owe you one~''

Your opinion on the matter was irrelevant; her skirt forming a hood over your face and leaving you with a front-row seat to her creamy thighs and smooth groin; her pink-blue panties tucked to one side to expose her nether lips. Polka lowered herself down onto your face and with some reluctance you stuck your tongue out, licking along her folds – being rewarded with a low, pleased mewl from your newfound captor.

Botan wasn't idle with your dick either. You became shamefully erect as she kept stroking your cock, her hand shifting more down to the base – and a shudder rippled up your groin as warm, wet lips circled around the tip. Not a moment later the lioness throated you, dragging her lips all the way down to the base and grazing your cock with her teeth, the risk of her biting it off sending a chill up your spine. A hand in your hair though reminded you of the fennec fox-girl above you; encouraging you to lap at her slit more actively.

''Mmn~ That's it~'' Polka moaned approvingly, her grip on your hair loosening as you obeyed her.

With some effort you continued eating her out, your tongue flicking at her slit as hurriedly as you could move the appendage, but in truth your focus went back down to your dick. Botan's lips raked down your cock, her tongue hot against the underside of your shaft as it guided you into her warm wet mouth. Despite your distaste you couldn't help but moan at the pleasurable sensation; the slick warmth clinging to your cock as she sucked back up to the head.

Then she slurped back up and off of the tip, her slender fingers roughly jerking up-and-down your cock, tugging moans out of your throat. The hand-job was rough and fast, her thumb flicking the tip or her nail tracing the crown of your shaft, the dangerously-sharp edge of said nail practically edging you with fear. Again, Polka was quick to get you to focus on her, groaning as she ground her pussy against your mouth; mewling in delight when you started twisting and turning your tongue about along her sex.

''Hah... he's quite good with his tongue. Can we keep him?'' Polka moaned out.

''Obviously. We'll take him back when we're finished with him.'' Botan's voice was a low, aroused purr as she let go of your cock.

For a moment your erect cock was left throbbing with nothing to soothe the needy ache in it. That was until you heard clothes flutter and hiss down skin... and then felt warm thighs press down on either side of your hips. The bulbous head of your cock rubbed against what you guessed was her pussy; a shudder travelling up your spine as she grasped your dick and guided you close... and then molten warmth rushed down your cock as she took you inside, swallowing your cock up inch by inch.

And despite your position, it felt good. The way her inner walls clamped down on your cock, embracing your length ever so snugly just squeezed moans out of your throat. She started moving without delay as well, rising up until the tip nearly slipped out only to impale herself all the way down to the base, releasing a low growl of lust that reminded you of a wild lion. The comparison was only solidified as you felt her thighs flex against your hips as she moved; quickly picking up speed and roughly jamming herself down your dick.

All whilst Polka kept grinding on your face; her high-pitched moans splitting the night as you ate her out. You weren't particularly good at it but Polka was evidently pent-up enough that it didn't matter, her moans rolling off of her tongue as you slithered and flicked your tongue about. Honey coated your cock and stuck to your chin as she kept grinding on your mouth, your nose occasionally bumping against her clit and earning you a softer whimper of pleasure that sounded almost sweet, had she not been forcing herself upon you.

''Haah.. it's been ages since I've had the chance to ride a guy...'' Botan groaned out, her pussy swallowing your cock up to the hilt. ''He's not too bad. I see why Aloe likes him.''

''Don't wring him dry before I get a turn, heh- ah~!'' Polka teasingly called out – her voice rising into a yelp when your nose rubbed against her clit.

Shivering at their words you kept moving your tongue, lapping at Polka's wet slit like your life depended on it – and really, it did. Even as blissful warmth strangled your cock and thighs pressed against your hips you kept moving your tongue, a slight ache filling the appendage as you kept moving it so much; a similar ache swelling up within your dick as Botan kept moving. You weren't going to last much longer at this rate.

Screwing your eyes shut you tried to move your hands again; not to break free, but just so you could grab one of the girls by their hips. To touch, to feel, to do something other than lay there and be their toy. Yet that needy want only hastened your end, pulses of pleasure travelling up your cock as you entered Botan's snug tunnel, her movements becoming ragged and rough as she gave into her primal lust, her heavy breathing easily audible.

Her walls pressed around your dick, their slick warmth so very inviting, coaxing out a hint of your seed-

-and suddenly resisting was impossible, the heat flowing up your cock in a rush – before you busted your load inside Botan. A moan was forced up out of your throat, tickling Polka's pussy and making the fox-girl gasp a little, one hand grasping your hair and pulling your face up against her pussy. You lapped at her pussy desperately, your muscles drawn taut as you kept cumming in Botan's womanhood, her inner walls milking you dry.

The electric pleasure continued as the lioness grinded herself down on your cock, squeezing your load out to the final drop, and only then raising her hips. Your cock slid out of her hot tunnel and flopped against your pelvis right after; twitching and sore from the rough riding, and chilly from the cold ambient air around it. You moaned all the same when a warm wet mouth engulfed your cock to the hilt; a tongue curling and lashing around your dick as Botan cleaned your cock of cum.

Then Polka stood up. Her pussy glistened and her thighs shook, but with an excited, daresay wicked grin she stumbled off of you and laid down on the ground next to you. That apparently was the cue for Botan as the lioness stopped sucking your cock and instead grabbed you by your shoulders, flipping you over onto your front and easily hauling you on top of Polka; leaving you face-to-face with the blonde.

''Heh.'' Grasping your shoulders Polka kept you propped up above her slightly whilst Botan got on top of you, her breath hot on your nape as she reached around and grasped your cock, guiding you in-

-and you moaned shamefully as you slid into Polka. She was slippery-wet, your cock sliding into her tight pussy easily; aided by Botan who practically humped you and forced you to shove your cock inside Polka. The aforementioned blonde grinned up at you, wiggling her brows before making smooching motions at you – and after a moment you gave in, leaning down and kissing her.

''Mm~'' Polka hummed approvingly into the kiss.

It lasted for only a few seconds but by the end of it you were left out-of-breath. There was no time to pause and recovery though before Botan forced you to move again, your cock pushed deep inside Polka before Botan made you pull your hips back. Shame painted your cheeks red and you started moving by yourself just so Botan didn't have to force you; thrusting yourself into Polka's slick pussy, refusing to admit to yourself how good it felt.

Pinned between two monster – if admittedly beautiful – women did wonders for your libido as well, your cock throbbing with vigour as you pumped into Polka. The fennec fox-girl mewled and moaned, her voice oscillating between high-pitched whimpers and surprisingly deep moans, her voice filling your head and her face burning itself into your mind. Lust throbbed up your cock and you unconsciously started moving faster, hilting yourself in Polka; relishing the sensation of your pelvis firmly hitting hers.

''Ah, h-haah~ Yes~'' Polka breathed out, one hand leaving your shoulders and instead going into your hair, pulling you down into a hot kiss.

One you reciprocated without hesitation. Botan joined in on the fun too, nibbling your left ear and exhaling hot breaths right into your ear, the sensation made all the more lewd by the feeling of her tits against your upper-back. She practically humped you from behind too whenever she could, her body heat cosy against your back and her hands slithering over you, helping you move when you started to slow down for even a second.

The constant moving coupled with your prior orgasm wrecked havoc on your stamina; a familiar need surging up your cock. You gritted your teeth and tried to resist but Polka squeezed you snugly, her vaginal walls practically sucking your cock inside and only encouraging you to pound her as roughly as you could move your hips; jamming your aching cock into her velvety tunnel. Moans answered you, rising in volume as you kept up the pace, fucking the fox-girl hurriedly-

-when Polka suddenly held onto you tightly and convulsed. You wheezed from how tightly she held you, her pussy suddenly seizing around your shaft and wringing you for every last drop of cum she could squeeze out of your balls. Botan kept you balls-deep inside Polka, making sure all of your load ended up deep inside her.

''Mn...!'' A shudder rippled through you.

You stayed on cloud nine for what felt like a small eternity, only peripherally aware of the slick heat squeezing your cock – until Botan grabbed your hips and made you pull out. Not a second later Botan hauled you off of Polka entirely, holding you back against her whilst Polka sat upright with a satisfied mewl; her face flushed and her eyes lidded, but a smirk remaining on her lips all the same.

''Not bad, human~'' Polka cooed. Unlike Botan, it didn't sound like she was mocking you when she called you 'human'. ''We'll definitely have to spend more time together more often~''

''R-Right...'' You hesitantly agreed.

A snort came from behind you. ''Yeah. We should be taking you back to camp now, but...''

Her breath was hot on your nape, making you shudder.

''...why not spend a little more time together~?''

It was then that you learned that the night was long – but the lust of a lioness was longer.

[END]

A/N: One thing I find that's tricky to write for 2nd POV is fighting/fantasy things like magic. Reason being that 2nd POV, for me, has always been about easing the reader into the story so they feel as if they're actually a part of it, or at least seeing things right through the character's eyes. Thus, things that can't possibly done in reality like magic or supernatural levels of fighting feel a bit rough at times.

But am I still going to do it because I haven't written fantasy fighting for the better part of two years and am as rusty as a sheet of corrugated iron left out in the rain? Yes.

Anyways, apologies for the long delay between uploads, and I hope you enjoy this chapter~

See you all in Chapter 5: Bound~

Edit: Spells names translated below=

Fuerza = Force (Spanish)

Lance Froide = Cold Spear (French)