Secret Journey

by Dr Gonzo

Based on a hentai by ZappaGo & PoJu, being the story of a Honorable Cleric and a powerful demigod with zero impulse control and the adventure they shared

3. Chapter 3

...And when she had made all of Heaven and Earth and even the fell shadow realms including the Abyss, The Divinity looked upon all she'd created and desired to go out and walk among her creations, experiencing them first hand. Thus she left on sabbatical, leaving all of creation under the watchful eye of her 2nd in command, The Jade Warlord.

The Holy Texts

...and then The Monkey Queen was born and, as tends to happen, shit got weird ...

- addendum, blasphemously attributed to Pope Charity the 1st. aka. Suki Whoreson

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Goku and I journeyed west.

She was happy to be any place that wasn't the cave or as she referred to it, "that fucking prison".

Apparently five hundred years does a number on one's sense of decorum if not their sense of humor.

The ancient armor in the cave was indeed Goku's Dragon Armor, sitting idle these long centuries and between their long disuse and whatever shenanigans she'd been up to prior to being locked up, it kinda looked shoddy and decrepit.

"What did you do to this thing?" I asked.

"A little bit of this, a little bit of that." Goku replied evasively.

"Did you really fight an entire celestial army?"

"No, THEY started the fight. I just finished it;" she answered, "and a couple hundred thousand of them."

"A couple hundred thousand?" I sighed, "Are you making fun of me?"

"I've seen you naked," She snapped, "there's easier ways to mock you. Now can you fix my armor or NOT?"

I cast a Mending Charm upon it and before long it looked like new.

Looking at it, her armor was quite form-fitting, it did LOOK like something more suited for the bedroom than the battlefield. The only things really protective about it were the thick wrist and arm guards and the high heeled boots, how she was able to move and fight while wearing heels I'll never know. Anything past four inches and I'm reduced to awkward teetering, and no I'd rather avoid the subject of how I became familiar with wearing women's heels. Though if you've been paying my story the slightest bit of attention I imagine the explanation isn't difficult to surmise.

The corset and chest piece did more to accentuate and display her impressive cleavage than conceal it. The girdle basically showed off her hips and tight ass which; given my newly intensified appreciation for such things, was a constant source of slightly annoying temptation. Despite her powers of transformation and cloning or maybe BECAUSE I had their full extent graphically demonstrated, I was morbidly curious about where she stored her OTHER formidable endowment when not in use. It took me a day or so to work up the courage to ask. She seemed far too proud of the size of her girlhood to alter it's size for a reason as petty as fashion. I'd eventually discover the two things which never changed regardless of the many alternate forms Goku assumed was her cock and her prehensile monkey tail. Apparently her vanity regarding the first prevented full mastery of the transformation skill required to disguise the second. Indeed, she claimed the girdle had an enchantment similar to a Bag of Holding and even invited me to reach inside to see for myself the vast space inside. I decided I'd rather not try to test whether or not that was hyperbolic humour on her part.

I was happy enough to have a traveling companion through some pretty sketchy countryside. In this at least, she was good companionship...with a couple slight exceptions.

First were the dreams, vivid things like the one about Cadash. Sometimes Goku was a featured player, other times she was barely a cameo, but each time I recognized details from the many tales about the Monkey Queen's exploits except Goku, while not always a noble hero was far from the devious trickster history remembered.

Given her storied role in any number of cosmically significant events, I had way more questions than answers about my new friend. I also wondered how I was seeing these things. I had abilities beyond those of most men, but I am no seer, no clairvoyant.

I'm a Cleric, not a mage and as a cleric I am, at best, an instrument of divine purpose. I invoke the power of The Divine to heal wounds and illness, strengthen my allies or weaken my foes, amongst other feats.

I am beseeching powers "...Beyond my mortal ken," as one of my instructors stated numerous times, apparently not grasping the irony of someone whose job centers around granting understanding telling his students they will never understand what he's teaching.

I'm asking for strength and aid and they act through me at their whim.

Was it flashy? Absolutely, but it was not MY power to wield.

As a rule, the Gods are a petty and temperamental lot. It is the cosmic equivalent of asking someone for a fiver. If you knew them well they might give you a ten instead. If you barely knew them at all you might get nothing for your trouble if you were lucky, a terrible and debilitating curse if you weren't.

How could I possibly know of events that transpired centuries and even millennia before my birth?

Then there was The Monkey Queen herself.

She was a supremely powerful being with a level of impulse control that veered wildly between childlike and what could be best described as suicidal if it weren't for her basically being a functionally immortal demigod.

First Goku was an unabashed hedonist. She ate and drank a lot, especially for someone in such phenomenal physical shape. I'm not certain where she put it all but judging by some of her comments about her twenty years of studying The Tao, I suspect that a lot of it went to fuel her many magical abilities.

Thus, at any moment, and with very little warning, she'd impulsively demand meal breaks or wine breaks or a mix of the two in which she'd put away a stunning amount of food and drink. Fortunately the supplies of food I'd purchased from the tavern/whorehouse were still abundant. Something Goku remarked on periodically. Or at least she constantly claimed she did. She'd occasionally talk about our food supply as if we'd discussed it before. And to be honest, sometimes it seemed like we had but I guess for some reason the details of our conversation slipped away from me like breath fogging a cold glass which is odd because I had a particularly sharp memory, it makes remembering the various cantrips, blessings and curses used by a cleric easier.

I'd often use our meal breaks to ask her about my dreams, writing down significant details whenever they deviated from the old stories. Fortunately for me, Goku was nothing if not an absolute diva. She delighted in her noteworthy infamy and took great joy in hearing the tales of her escapades, providing a context for the more interesting deviations from established truth. To hear her tell the story she was usually trying to get laid or escape the consequences of someone getting pissed off at her BECAUSE she'd GOTTEN laid.

Which brings me to point number two, She liked sex, constantly. Goku's appetites and stamina for carnal excess was practically endless under normal circumstances. The inconvenience to me personally was I was now obligated to satiate her not inconsiderable desires MYSELF or find a way by which she COULD be satisfied.

Goku had a decidedly biased view of consent. Stepping up to fight her was pretty much asking to be ravished afterwards when you lost. As combat was basically foreplay for Goku, having stamina for a couple of rounds was guaranteed to get her lust pumping.

In her mind, my occasional morning wood was me pretty much begging for an early morning romp. Bathing around her was essentially an invitation for hot sweaty sex even if the reason I was bathing was BECAUSE we'd just finished HAVING hot and sweaty sex and while I didn't always start off as an enthusiastic participant whenever she'd take me, I'd actually be lying if I didn't admit that after a day on the road watching her sweet ass cheeks swaying back and forth or having to "help" her bathe, massaging the aches and pains of daily travel or more often than not the scars and bruises from her latest fight, I didn't try THAT hard to fight her off.

And given I now shared in her recuperative powers somewhat, that meant sex between us could easily become an all-day and even all-night long marathon, after which she demanded food to replenish her reserves. A request I was all-too willing to indulge since I was usually hungry or thirsty afterwards myself. Then assuming we didn't immediately go for another couple rounds, which, if I am honest, happened more often than not, we'd either take to the road or if time or circumstances demanded it we'd fall asleep.

As we journeyed, she'd excitedly chatter about how that tree over there had been a bush five hundred years ago and how she knew that because she bedded such-&-such there or fought whatshisname nearby and so on. Then, assuming we met no other ruffians, bandits or random demons looking for tasty manflesh - which; now that I think about it, started happening with disturbing regularity given the relative uneventfulness of my journey BEFORE meeting The Monkey Queen, Goku would insist on stopping for the evening. After meals we might have a rigorous quickie to blow off steam or aid digestion; her words-not mine, or tire ourselves out before bed.

On the rare occasions when I was able to dissuade her from ravishing me she'd descend into a moody funk complaining pointedly about being cock-blocked until I either surrendered my mouth or ass for a quickie or fate provided another distraction by way of someone or something stupid enough to challenge her.

Which brings us to the final minor inconvenience of my association with The Monkey Queen. Goku enjoyed fighting, almost as much as she liked fucking.

As I mentioned earlier, it became obvious to me my primary responsibility would be to keep her from becoming bored and I quickly learned the dangers of a bored Goku as did the luckless fools who occasionally tried to attack us.

We were less than a day's journey from her cave when the first of several bandits coming across a boyish looking cleric and a demi-human dressed in armor that made her look more like an exotic dancer than any kind of warrior, made the last of what I have to assume were a series of extremely poor life choices and tried to rob us. I am obviously no stranger to violence, still Goku's joyful sadism in dealing with anyone stupid enough to challenge her surprised me and I was raised in and around a brothel.

If she was feeling EXTREMELY charitable your smackdown would be MOSTLY verbal with the surprisingly witty Goku mocking their clothes, their appearance and on one memorable occasion someone's fighting stance; embarking on an impromptu lecture on proper combat techniques while making ME a training dummy for portions of the lesson; than insisting we stop the lesson for tea and snacks before continuing.

She successfully talked the wannabe bandit into changing his lifestyle, so if you've enjoyed Cousin Lee's Cheesecakes you'll know to thank Goku. Goku expected a more substantial expression of gratitude from me for the tasty treats Lee left us with that day though and I'll be honest here, I much prefer Goku's creamy addition to the sweet gooey recipe you've hopefully enjoyed.

Goku's wit could be easily as devastating as her martial prowess with the spiritual and karmic benefit of a significantly lower potential body count.

If she was in a bad mood, either from boredom, hunger, thirst, the occasional hangover or the curse assuming I'd failed to revoke it quickly enough, may the Heavenly Hosts above help you because nothing on THIS mortal plain could save you.

If Goku was feeling vindictive, she might JUST beat you to within an inch of your life. If she was feeling vindictive AND HORNY her abuse took on an increasingly familiar pattern. You might SURVIVE whatever she did to you in combat, but depending on how comfortable you are with your own sexuality, your fate MIGHT be worse THAN death.

Let me assure you that attacking as a group was no guarantee of any kind of mercy from her aside from the small possibility that she might be too busy fucking or beating up someone's minions giving them the hope of escape. A faint hope since she quickly learned to have one of her clones ready to grab any stragglers for THEIR, and I use this term ironically, punishment.

During fights I'd bless her efforts whenever possible and I could bust out a curse or two to leave our enemies more vulnerable, but given Goku's combat prowess, my skills while appreciated tended to make fighting, which was already child's play for her, ludicrously easy.

So she started needing to amuse herself.

In the midst of one fight, Goku casually announced her desire to relieve herself. She paralyzed her foe, making sure his mouth was hanging open then Goku opened her armoured girdle unleashing her girlhood, shooting an impressively targeted golden stream from a considerable distance.

I am no angel, but urinating in the mouth of some random idiot, even if they HAD intended to slit my throat, struck me as contrary to the whole spiritual & karmic journey thing I'm supposed to be doing. I think Goku considered it a major concession on her part that she tended to reserve indulging her terrifying lust for battle and questionable views on "consent" on BAD people. Although her definition of BAD could be disturbingly fluid when she was feeling, "in the mood,".

The only change to our daily routine was whenever the curse intermittently activated.

Careful experimentation proved I could invoke the curse or revoke it just as quickly. When it activated, Goku bore the brunt of sensations filling her with maddening pleasure she couldn't satisfy by any means without my aid. However when The Cursed Cock-Ring activated, I felt similar pleasures, though the sensations I experienced were a pale shadow of the pleasure/torture Goku endured. The greater the distance between us the stronger the sensation, which we quickly realized meant Goku could find me if we were separated. Since activation left her insanely horny, I'd need to intercede quickly if I wanted us to get back on the road with any immediacy. If Goku had to endure the curse's effects for any significant length of time she'd pretty much ravish me without regard for location or proprietary. Indeed, we quickly discovered that a little "curse-action", as Goku lewdly started calling it, added a bit of spice to our frequent quickies. Which is why I stopped using it as a means to casually discipline her if she was too rowdy or otherwise annoying.

Occasionally, the curse randomly activated without warning or permission. According to The Monkey Queen, it felt like an annoying itch, growing stronger and harder to ignore until I revoked the curse myself.

We both suspected whoever was responsible for affixing the ring to Goku and the litany which controlled the curse to my wrist, wanted her to remain mindful of her circumstances but not necessarily negatively impacted by them. Similarly they were granting me a level of power over The Monkey Queen but insuring I would remain empathetic and thus less inclined towards abusing that arrangement.

Indeed, I was loath to lecture Goku about her violent ways or hedonistic lifestyle, save when they created problems I was forced to resolve, given her apparent determination to avoid negatively commenting on my control over her cursed cockring and by extension, my ability to compel the headstrong demigod to follow my VERY mortal will; such as it was.

I thought all of these were both minor and quite manageable inconveniences. I couldn't have been more wrong.

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(A Real Man's life)

The Pet was curled up on the bed. He could feel scratches and even bite marks all over his ravaged body. He thought about rolling over onto his back, but there were scratches and welts there too, and he didn't want to risk seeing himself in the mirror on the far wall.

Kali had made great use of it during their hours together.

Besides, he couldn't move. Kali had turned that ability off before turning off his voice.

His muscles ached from the many bizarre positions the demigod had forced him to assume. That meant she'd turned his pain receptors back on. For a while things that should have left him in mind-numbing agony filled him instead with orgasmic pleasure.

He didn't want to think about what she'd made him do then, or how many times he'd joyfully done it.

He knew that the only reason he was even still awake and aware was she'd also turned off his ability to pass out.

He listened with dread as the shower stopped and soon thereafter the sound of Kali's footsteps on the floor

"Please Goddess let it be over." He thought though frankly The Divine had been noticeably unresponsive these last several days.

He'd pleaded with her often enough as Kali fucked him until he thought he was going to go mad and he begged often enough as her demonic magic held him on the brink of orgasm for what seemed like hours at a time.

His only reliable judge of time was the slow advance and retreat of the room's shadows as the hours passed.

He was peripherally aware he was suffering from dehydration. He thought there was only so many times a man could climax before physical exhaustion rendered him incapable of any further action. Kali taught him what demon magic could do to push a man past those feeble physical limitations.

He felt the bed shift as she dropped onto the mattress. Her fingers caressing his sweat soaked brow.

"It's too bad I didn't make you join me in the shower my Pet," Kali sighed, "That thing is amazing, definitely built for two."

The man knew that if they'd been in the shower together she'd have gotten excited again, maybe excited enough for some more "fun" as she referred to their sexual escapades with gleeful sadism.

She seemed to take an almost twisted pride in the confused sensations in his mind and body; pleasure, pain, self-loathing, they mixed and merged within his abused body.

The Pet grimaced.

He almost wanted to start crying but he already learned the hard way what Kali thought of his crying; that was why he couldn't make noise unless she allowed it.

She leaned down close,"I can't believe Goku cast you aside for some boring Priest." she hissed, "Your sweet ass is like candy. It's almost too good to give up."

Her fingers teased HIS most secret of holes. She'd plundered that one too. Fucking him with a cock who's size and thickness seemed to almost feed on his fear and self-loathing even as it fed him cum and other things he'd long stopped thinking about.

He whimpered.

"I want you to know what's going to happen to you because it'll be more fun that way ...for me anyway."

Kali caressed his manhood, he was ashamed how quickly his shaft rose at her touch.

She breathed her next words into his ear followed by gentle kisses like the lover she was cruelly parodying.

"I'm going to give you back your voice Sweetling, if any sounds, but the ones I like come out of you, I'll leave you a broken thing in this whorehouse. You'll spend the rest of your mortal life dreaming of our hours together and wondering every time you do just how much I forced you to do and how much was your needy ass begging me for it."

The Pet suspected he already knew the answer to THAT dreaded question. He didn't want to know the truth.

"Now, I've given you back your voice Bitch. What do you want to say?"

"I love you." The man gasped.

"Why do you love me?"

"You're better than Goku."

"I'm sexier?"

"Yes,"

"More attractive?"

"Yes."

"You wish you'd met me before you met her."

"Yes Mistress Kali"

"Ooh I like that. Call me that again?"

The Pet looked right at her and willed himself to believe that what he was saying was true.

"I love you Mistress Kali you can take me right now, tomorrow, any time you want. You call the shots; you're in control."

Kali's eyes lidded over and she moaned in ecstasy.

He heard it again that subtle shift in her voice as if it was not just her but another who spoke. He looked up at the mirror and saw himself stretched out prone on the bed. Kali lay atop him in the physical world, but the reflection from the glass showed a demonic creature whose scaly hands mimicked Kali's mocking caress.

Kali was watching his eyes and glanced at the mirror and then smiled.

"Oh dear, you've seen what I look like when I don't put on my face," Kali whispered. "I wonder which of my many body fluids you've drank gives you THAT ability? Was it my cum, my sweat, my piss? Should we test it to be sure?"

There was a shuffling sound from the hallway and Kali rose from the bed.

Kali answered a knock on the door. Opening it to reveal a matronly lady.

"I'm getting noise complaints Missy." The old woman snapped.

"Am I being too loud?"

"Not you, that thuggish brute in the room. At least he's not making trouble for my girls anymore, but the noises he makes."

The Pet knew Kali enjoyed the noises to be honest, a counterpoint to the sweet tortures he was pathetically grateful for.

"Some of the customers are asking questions," The matron whined, "and I don't know what to tell them."

"Tell them the truth." Kali held out a bag of coins jingling it loudly.

"That you're being paid A LOT for the fun he's having," She jingled the coin purse leadingly, "and if they want to have fun the same way-."

The matron snatched the bag.

The old woman moved fast, for a human anyway.

"I've tried THAT, men of a certain class, the more expensive something is, the more they want it."

"...And the ones that don't come back?"

"It's a violent neighborhood, accidents happen to the stupid all the time. The smart learn NOT to ask too many questions."

"So your actual problem is I'm creating expectations FOR your clientele that YOUR employees can't handle." Kali replied dryly.

"If you become an employee-" the woman paused leadingly.

"I'm strictly freelance BUT there's a few people I know who'd absolutely love to take you up on your offer and THEY practically work for free."

"If they need to eat and drink, then they aren't free." The matron grumbled.

"Oh the ones I'm thinking of practically live off of the cum of the sexually frustrated," Kali chuckled, "literally in a few cases."

"What?" The matron asked but the dark eyed woman continued without bothering to explain.

"I'm almost finished with him."

"Good riddance to his kind, no good for anything."

"I disagree, once they're house broken, pets can be very useful."

"It's the housebreaking part that takes time." The matron grumbled,

Kali paused, "By the way, I'll soon be needing another plaything. In a few minutes, send one of your girls up here."

"Are you sure?" The matron asked "he likes to watch you fuck others in his presence?"

"He likes whatever I tell him to like. Or at least he does now...maybe she'll pick-up a few tricks."

The matron looked into Kali's eyes before giving her a deep sigh and a resigned shrug.

"There's a one girl, kind of a troublemaker, her name is Crotis." she mumbled.

"And how has Crotis wronged you? Abused some clients, cheated you on a deal?"

"Actually, she's quite a good worker as it goes, but she's always been a pain in my ass and too picky about the clients."

"She'll fuck anyone you tell her to by the time I'm finished with her."

Kali closed the door on the old woman and sauntered back to the bed. She caressed her hand across the man's back.

The thug cringed from her touch, but otherwise didn't run. He'd already learned the hard way that he wouldn't get far and she got horny when he fought or resisted her.

Kali leaned into his ear, "Did you hear Precious, there's more men, Real Men, willing PAY to get the personal attention that you receive for free." she hissed, "they hear your crying and moaning."

"I'm sorry Miss."

Kali teased her fingers in and out of his mouth. His tongue making them slick before plunging them into her already soaked pussy.

Her thumb rubbed against her enlarged clitoris as she moaned in his ear.

He could feel her humping against his ass as she pleasured herself.

"I'm sorry to be so selfish Sweetling, your terror just excites me so much. Taste how horny you've made me."

She pulled her probing fingers from between her hot thighs and pushed her hand into his mouth. He licked the taste of her overheated sex.

"Let me help you out a little." Kali hissed.

She curled her fist around his penis and started to stroke. He started mewling, fearful yet still humping her stroking hand.

"That's it sweetling, just like a real man. Except a real man can't cum the way you do now-a-days."

It had taken her a while but yes, she'd trained his orgasm reflex.

"Real men cum whenever they want. YOU cum whenever I tell you to, ...or else."

He humped her fist harder, desperate for the orgasms she craved, desperate to avoid the punishments for failure.

"If you don't cum for me," Kali's taunted, "I'll make you fuck me again and you don't like THAT, do you?"

He shuddered hoping it was fear that made him shake and not arousal at the memory of her pussy. A pussy unlike any he'd been inside before. Had he imagined so many teeth; and the tongue, the tongue had been the worst part. He'd been unaware a man could be FORCED to orgasm repeatedly. He knew better now, the memory of it filled him with a unique mix of revulsion at what had been done to HIM and an even more shameful hope Kali would do it again.

"I know you long for Goku's return." Kali hissed, "I don't mind. You and I will know who took your ass FIRST and how I made you cum until you begged me to stop."

With the revelation that he could orgasm over and over came the knowledge that this, like every other pleasure Kali inflicted on him could at her slightest whim become a torture he both feared and longed for.

Her stroking fist fondled his aching shaft. He felt her throbbing shaft pulsating against his ass yearning to despoil him again.

"The orgasms you gave me were probably the best ever." she hissed stroking him harder. "But doesn't my Real Man want to get fucked, you loved MY cock didn't you?"

After that last time? No, he didn't want to be a real man anymore.

He stopped wanting to fuck or be fucked a long time ago. The other men hadn't helped. Random men who doubtlessly thought her just another whore and he, some weak-willed and perverted sissy.

Periodically she'd torment him by cuckolding him in front of other men. The sight of her rutting atop strangers filled what was left of his broken spirit with rage, at first.

Then she would consume them.

He'd watch as she rode them, hour after hour, until their weak fists feebly pushed at her.

He watched her cruelly laughing, taunting men made too weak by their orgasms to fight her off even as she fucked the life force out of them.

He enjoyed watching her with other men now, the shameful way he crawled onto the bed afterwards licking their cum and sweat from her well-fucked body amused her.

Every time she laughed in delight at his meek submission to his humiliation was another day he was allowed to live just a little bit longer.

"I'm not even worthy to suck the cum out of your beautiful cock Mistress." he whimpered.

"No you're NOT, but watching you debase yourself is amusing and whenever you can amuse me, you please me and pleasing me is YOUR entire reason for being, isn't it?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Your fear excites me and as long as you excite me I've got no real reason to discard you and go searching for fresh meat."

Every time he licked her well-fucked pussy or asshole clean, swallowed another man's creamy mess as she came in his mouth, that was a few moments of sadistic pleasure he was giving her.

As long as he gave pleasure, he was allowed to live. Live and think about the person who put him In this state and how much he hated HIM.

"A real man never turns down pussy, you told me that at the beginning remember," Kali teased, "What must you be if you're not a real man?"

They'd played THIS scene many times over the last several days. Had it been just a few days? It felt like weeks he'd spent cumming at her whim, describing the attack on the priest and monkey-woman over and over occasionally telling her of the fourth man, the stranger who'd helped them track the Priest. Eating and sleeping only whenever she briefly lost interest in tormenting him.

"I'm a pet." he whispered.

"Yes you are, a naughty pet humping my fist like a dog ...Does my precious puppy need to cum? Does it long to feed its Mistress?"

He was an it, a thing, an instrument of HER pleasure with no intention or desire of his own. It was easier this way, less painful.

He shamelessly humped her closed hand wanting to cum as quickly as possible. If it took him too long she got - creative in her torments.

"Who should I become when you cum THIS time. One of the men who's manhood you pretend you don't envy? Wearing your mother's face? That was a fun one ...or maybe I'll wear Goku's face again you always come so hard when I remind you of how she ravaged your mouth, humbled you, humiliated you ... how she COULD'VE taken your ass, but you weren't WORTHY of her cock."

His shameful erection filled her stroking fist, "Oh, you get so hard. A real man wouldn't have gotten this hard. A real man would put me in my place. So if you're THIS hard for me you must not be a real man, right?"

"No I'm not a man." he grunted as he felt his balls readying to explode.

"Good because if you were a real man with a real man's cock Well we both know how that would go ...don't we pet?"

The real man he had once been suffered unspeakably at this woman's hands but as a dumb animal, as a pet, he fared so much better. As a pet, all he had to do was eat and sleep and cum.

"Are you going to make cum-cums?" You know how grumpy Mistress gets WITHOUT her meals. Or what Mistress does to you WHEN she's grumpy."

He remembered alright.

Real men didn't fear an excited hungry pussy.

She had ways of changing your head about things like that. Oh yes, ways and ways again.

"Maybe I'll flip your pain centers again," Kali chuckled, "you always have such entertaining orgasms THAT way."

He concentrated on the pleasure from the handjob trying to forget the other terrible things those hands had done to him and the even more terrifying thought that some part of him now longed for the torture and missed it when it was absent.

"In a few minutes, I'll have a new friend to play with. You'll be a good little pet and watch us fuck won't you?"

His fear and terror at what she might do to him otherwise? It clearly aroused her.

"Yes Miss," he whispered.

Kali moaned. The desire to submit to shame and degradation. It all obviously felt good to her.

"We're not going to make love to you. That's what the women you occasionally think of would do. You aren't going to GIVE us pleasure, we're going to TAKE it; piece by piece and drop by drop. We are going to fuck and we're going to fuck for a long, long time; and when you think your heart is going to give out or explode we will keep on fucking until both of us are satisfied."

They came together. He gasped as he fired cream into her hand.

"You made cum-cums now go wait in your corner my pet and when Mistress has had her serious talk you and I can have fun with our new friend. I'm feeling like maybe it'll be feeding time AGAIN."

"Thank you mistress," he whispered

The Pet vowed that he'd survive. However much he needed to cum, however much he needed to humiliate and debase himself, he'd do whatever he had to to survive and revisit EVERY torture he'd endured on the author of his torment.

He'd find The Priest and make HIM pay.

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(Suki's Tale)

An unpleasant smelling man rudely interrupted an early morning romp by waving an unforgivably dull blade at us, "Good morning Sweethearts," he growled, "hope we haven't disturbed?"

Goku moaned, annoyed by the interruption of her morning blowjob.

"Too tired," Goku yawned, "need wine … go away or break something painful and difficult to treat."

"You need to drink less Missy, we snuck into your camp without you being any wiser."

"Come to think of it, didn't you say you were going to keep watch?" I yawned after spitting out her shaft.

Goku chuckled, "When I said I was going to keep watch I obviously didn't mean *I* was going to keep watch." she replied.

"So one of your clones is probably curled up sleeping in a tree somewhere." I dryly observed.

"-or jerking off," Goku snickered, "they like to watch."

"Your clones... watch us having sex… and jerk off to it?" I asked her slowly.

Goku winked, "I know how much you like it when THEY abuse your mouth and ass, but I sometimes don't like sharing." she replied.

"Not to be pushy," The thug snapped, "but me and my friends ARE trying to rob you." he indicated the four people behind him.

"Yeah, I'll warn you now," I replied politely, "that's not going to end well for you."

"I'll take my chances," he snorted, "someone has been killing OUR guys in OUR territory and my boss wants someone to pay and I'm not talking about money."

"YOUR territory," I replied, "you act like this is your land alone."

"IT IS and you owe us a tax for trying to cross without permission."

"Well," Goku whined, "Let's do this if we're going to do it; but I'm NOT getting dressed. Bunch of cock-blocking idiots, I was THIS close to my FIRST cum of the day."

Goku got up and the thug startled at her engorged erection.

He gaped at the monstrous appendage between her legs. He was paying so much attention to the thing, the deaths of his men behind him barely registered. Though to be fair, it took a few heartbeats before I noticed their sudden and brutal deaths.

She moved like a ghost, a shadowy figure in white who dropped out of the trees with double-bladed daggers in each hand. She cut down two thugs in the space of a heartbeat. She used the twin to fend off a frenzied attack from a third.

The thug grunted a curse as he stabbed his knife at her, his blade glancing harmlessly off her leather corset.

I reacted immediately, "Power of the Divine, restrain my foes." I shouted, projecting the will of The Divinity towards the group attacking her.

The guy trying to gut her suddenly found his movement slowed even as the woman spun slashing out his life with a casual flick of her blade.

The guy who'd woken us up gaped at me before thrusting his knife towards me. Or he might've if Goku had not snatched his hand, crushing it in her powerful fist. She swung him around, driving him into the dirt with a painful bone crunching thud loud enough to startle a few nesting birds and leave no doubt he wouldn't be moving any time soon even if he was still conscious.

The woman spun around looking at us, or I should say gaping at Goku's unclothed form. Which Goku apparently noticed.

"I can pose if you've got parchment and a drawing tool you know." Goku replied while smirking.

"I don't think there's enough trees in this forest to make parchment enough for THAT." she answered, sweeping her fringed bangs out of her eyes which revealed a tattooed symbol I'd seen during my clerical training.

"I doubt The Holy Inquisition would tolerate cock-worship amongst its membership." I remarked. "My name is Suki …my friend is Goku."

"I'm Gloriana, You can tell what I was. I mean, you know of the Sisters of Mercy?"

"By reputation," I replied, "Inquisitors charged with the defense of the faith and punishing the wicked."

"Clearing a bandit group seems poor sport for a zealot of the faith." Goku laughed.

"I'm NO zealot," she snapped almost sounding offended.

"Indeed," I remarked, "she's been speaking to us for a whole minute without attacking us."

"Since when do The Sisters act so openly?" Goku asked, "last I heard they were a not-so-secret order that didn't exist and striking from the shadows."

"What rock have you been hiding under," the girl snorted.

I cringed at her unfortunately chosen turn of phrase.

"A very large and VERY mystical one actually." Goku replied with a sneer, apparently she was less concerned about the comment then I.

"The Sisters have operated in the open for over a hundred years now." she boasted to Goku.

Goku looked at me and I nodded in confirmation.

"During the Third Papal Inquisition," I explained, "Pope Innocent the Second thought having elite female assassins at his beck and call was cool but needed a way to make it legitimate."

"Pope Innocent?" Goku chuckled.

"People think he chose the name ironically." I commented.

"What gave it away, the assassins?"

"That and the Bacchanals," I replied, "apparently prayer before after and sometimes during wild and drunken partying makes it a spiritual thing."

"As opposed to-?" Goku asked.

"An orgy." I dryly replied.

"I'm guessing he arranged a 'coming out party'?" Goku snorted, "for the assassin squad I mean?"

"Heretics attacked peaceful monks," Gloriana pouted, "the church simply acted to defend its interests."

"A warlord trying to annex his neighbors burned the monastery because there were rumors they were assisting his enemies by supplying them with weapons." I explained.

"They were peaceful, they made wine." Gloriana replied.

"Indeed," I replied, "though I have heard one Brother accidentally invented a mix of booze that tastes like crap BUT makes up for its lack of flavor with a nasty and volatile reaction to heat."

Goku laughed, "You know what they say, give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day. Teach him how to sell weapons to all sides in a war and he'll make enough money to feed himself for the rest of his life."

"..or until he gets caught by one of his clients." I snidely replied.

"Same thing really." Goku snickered.

"Your friend looks remarkably like The Monkey King from the tales." Gloria muttered.

"The tales missed a few significant details." Goku laughed.

"Apparently…" she replied while staring at Goku's girlhood.

"Could you put some clothes on?" I hissed.

"I could but let's not kid ourselves, you and I were having a LOT of fun before we were rudely interrupted and I doubt she just HAPPENED to find our camp in the middle of bandit country or the stumble-fucks who were obviously hunting her."

"You lead them to us?" I asked.

"No I was leading them on a wild goose chase. That you were here was an unfortunate coincidence."

"I'm betting she was checking out the goods and when the idiot brigade moved in, she stepped in and helped."

Goku took the opportunity to playfully spank my bottom in a way that left little to Inquisitor's imagination which was clearly working on filling in the sordid details of our companionship.

"What's a traveling cleric and a demihuman doing in the middle of bandit country anyway?" she asked, "And are you from what's left of the Monkey Kingdom in the mountains?"

"Kinda sorta." I replied

"What do you mean 'What's left of the Monkey's Kingdom'?" Goku carefully asked.

"Everyone knows that slavers, bandits and demons with a grudge against the Monkey King overran that place long ago."

"Everyone knows that do they?" Goku asked pointedly while glaring at me.

"I didn't know how to bring it up," I replied, "so I avoided talking about it entirely."

Goku looked at me a moment longer before seeming to accept my explanation or more likely my look of obvious remorse and contrition.

"Ok seriously, who are you that you don't already know all of THIS?" Gloriana asked, "I thought you were just another monkey warrior mercenary."

"Goku isn't just another monkey warrior," I sighed, "she's ACTUALLY The Monkey Queen."

"Don't you mean King?" Gloriana replied.

"I've fucked enough kings to reliably say not many are as well equipped as I am." Goku laughed while stroking her thickness.

"History has uh...misremembered ...a few details of her life," I explained carefully, "probably because being power-fucked into submission by the person who just walked through your army of a hundred soldiers was just adding insult to injury."

"Wait, that story was true?" Gloriana gasped.

"Which time," Goku asked, faking innocence, "I did that a couple times."

"Then you might be just what I'm looking for." the Inquisitor gushed. "I need help with a mission I'm on."

"Yeah, we're not really into the selfless acts of charity-thing." Goku snickered.

"We're not?" I asked.

Goku ignored my outburst, "I get that hanging out with the Priest gives people that impression, but…"

"Speak for yourself," I grumbled, "I'm a big fan of selfless acts."

"But you're helping an agent of the Holy Church?" Gloriana insisted.

"No I'm FUCKING an agent of the Holy Church," Goku laughed, "whose got an ass like sweet candy by the way. I'd be pounding that no matter WHO he was."

"Surely you can help me convince your friend."

"Trust me he's not in charge of me." Goku boasted.

"That's not exactly true." I growled.

"She's The Monkey Queen, her power is beyond mere mortals." Gloriana replied. "if she really, REALLY doesn't want to help how can we make her?"

"He can't," Goku replied.

"I can't restrain her power,"I answered, "but thankfully I can influence the only thing stronger THAN her power."

I invoked the cursed cockring. Goku keeled over moaning in frustrated ecstasy. Gloriana gaped at the sight of The Monkey Queen writhing on the ground clutching her iron hard cock.

"Is she in pain?"

"He's FUCKING torturing me." Goku screamed.

"It's not torture, not exactly, more like mind-numbing pleasure building to the point of orgasm; except she can't actually orgasm, ever."

"Pleasure without the possibility of relief," The Inquisitor murmured, "ingenious, how did you come across such a curse."

"He didn't," Goku moaned, "someone else did, someone who's clearly fucking with us."

"So we're going to help the Sister, right?"

"Yes fine, we'll help the Goddess damned Templar." Goku screamed, "Now turn it off."

I stripped off the rest of my clothes.

"What are you doing?"

"You'll want to go away for awhile," I assured her, "once I lift the curse Goku needs to ...scratch that itch a few times. Just head through the tree-line until you see Goku2."

"What?"

"She'll look like this one except masturbating like a teenage boy." I explained.

"I'm confused." Gloriana muttered.

"A clone made from her hair," I explained, "you'll get used to it."

Gloriana turned her back in the way people who fully intend to watch the thing they're pretending they don't care about usually do.

I revoked the curse and Goku leapt on top of me.

"Sorry I us-" I started, but Goku shoved her thick tongue into my mouth, choking off my apology.

"I don't mind any excuse to fuck you." she growled afterwards as she grasped my throat in her fist as she licked my face.

"I can taste your lusts." She hissed.

She grabbed my hand pulling it between her hot thighs.

I could feel her huge cock throbbing between my exploring fingers; her balls churning with the hot cream she'd soon shoot down my throat.

"You did that." She snarled in my ear before her tongue lashed around it. "You know what you're going to do about it, don't you?"

I nodded submissively.

"Say it." she snarled into my face, "tell me, where this cock is going."

"I'm going to suck on it like it was my last best meal." I whispered.

"And?"

"I'm going to drink every single drop you give me."

"And THEN?"

"It's going in my ass."

"You of all people should know to use proper names for things." She hissed.

Her hands gripped the meat of my bottom. Her fingers teased my asshole.

"Now what's THIS called?"

I leaned into her ear, whispering, "That's my bitch pussy."

"-And what's a Bitch-pussy for?"

"Getting fucked." I hissed, writhing against her probing fingers or maybe against her thickness, her precum staining and lubricating my twitching thighs.

She pulled my mouth towards her, kissing me deeply.

Perhaps by accident or perhaps by design, my legs closed around her girth which started sawing back-and-forth between my thighs.

"I kissed her back, my tongue fighting her enough she had to hold it down, but not so much there was any mistaking what I wanted, ...what I needed."

"You ass is tight … your throat is tight … your thighs, ...Is there any part of you that's not made to be fucked by ME?"

She kissed me, her tongue searching the inside of my mouth.

"You taste sweet, how do you taste so good?"

"I didn't answer, I didn't need to. My hungry kisses answered for me. She pulled my face to her tits.

My mouth found her nipples and I sucked hard, her groans and grunts filling my ears with her joy.

"Harder, suck my tits harder ...just like that." She gasped.

Suddenly my mouth was filled with a sweet and milky substance. Her breast was giving me milk. Her hands caressed my hair pulling my face deeper into the meat of her voluminous tits.

"Drink up, baby's going to be bigger and stronger if he drinks Momma's milk."

The pounding of my heart seemed to be heading directly to my hard cock. The part of my mind not consumed by horniness and passion filed away for future reference my apparent fetish for being treated like a horny hungry baby.

As my mouth filled with her sweet creamy milk her hard meat thrust faster and more powerfully between my thighs.

"You're so good to my cock." She sighed, her fingers lodged in my ass, teasing and taunting that secret place. The sensations made holding my legs close around her thrusting penis child's play.

Her precum lubricating and easing the tight fit. Her probing fingers in my ass keeping my own cock rock hard and grinding against her abdomen.

She pushed back-and-forth faster and faster, my eyes locked on hers I saw how turned on she was, our lusts feeding on each other like a wildfire.

"Down," she hissed and I dropped to my knees, opening my mouth and inhaling her cock even as cum erupted from it filling my mouth to capacity. She face-fucked me slowly but relentlessly.

I gasped and choked around her cock as she assaulted my mouth and throat.

"My cock *is* the best damn charity. It gives your mouth so much doesn't it Bitch?"

She withdrew from my mouth and I coughed up some of her creamy load and snot before reaching out to grab her ass pulling it towards me.

"Gimme that asshole, make me choke on it." I jammed my tongue in her hole making her groan with a force I could feel throughout MY body.

Goku moaned as I ate her ass, fondling her cock which unloaded in my stroking hand filling it with her creamy discharge. I licked it off my hand before she kissed me, her tongue invading my mouth and claiming the few drops of cum clinging to the inside.

"Ok, that was new and different." I gasped.

"No, THAT was round one." she snarled playfully as her tail yanked my feet out from under me as her strong hands bore me to the ground with surprising gentleness given I'd seen her do that exact same move on opponents with bone-crushing force.

She started grinding her cock against my chest, it's hole weeping small amounts of cum on me.

"Remind me to teach you The Art of Transforming."

"You REALLY want to tit-fuck me don't you?" I sighed.

Goku chuckled, "You'll get the hang of it in no time," she cackled, "then you'll have big soft tits for me to fuck, in the meantime …" her pause was meaningful.

I opened my mouth and her girl meat slid in.

My hands caressed her smooth ass cheeks.

"Oh, so good,"she moaned, "show me how badly you need my help."

She started to jam her meat down my throat choking me.

"Get my girl ready for your asshole."

Her cock throbbed inside my mouth. I could hear the delicious sounds it made as she plugged my facehole. I could taste her throbbing pulse thundering through her as her shaft filled my mouth.

"Watch me," she moaned, and I watched her tail sliding in and out of her mouth before wrapping around my cock squeezing it and stroking it.

We moaned in our shared joy. Finally, she pulled her cock out of my mouth, turning me over. Cradling my head, she positioned herself behind me. I knew she wanted, no …needed to see the moment when my asshole surrendered to her superior cock.

She fucked me hard and fast chasing her orgasm. I desperately clung to her riding her invading shaft.

"By the Goddess, I can FEEL YOUR pleasure," Goku snarled, "it's like I'm fucking MY own ass."

I didn't answer, concentrating on tightening my ass to closely hug her girth.

"Yess, I love your hole," Goku moaned, "it's like The Goddess made it to take MY cock."

We writhed on the forest floor. Goku's tail wrapped tightly around my penis; VERY tightly because suddenly I was desperate to cum but her tail was strangling the orgasm keeping me on the edge even as the sounds of our flesh slapping together filled my ears.

"THAT'S what it feels like when you want to cum." She hissed in my ear.

"Really? " I grunted, "The way you cry like a little kid who stubbed her little toe, I THOUGHT it was uncomfortable but I love this."

I humped against her shaft.

"Fuck that ass" I hissed,"make me your bitch."

She responded to my request, by pulling her dick about halfway out and then slamming all the way back into me. My hips slammed into my clenched thighs. My knees digging furrows into the earth while my fingers clenched into fists. I heard slightly maniacal laughing as she pulled out and repeated the same action a few more times.

Goddess above, it was me.

Then, she simply took hold of my hips and started to pummel me, fucking me senseless.

Her tail wrapped around my cock, I felt myself approaching my orgasm, and I tensed up with her weight pressing down on top of me. I gasped, my dick swelling up.

"Say it, I won't let you cum, UNTIL you say it." Goku laughed, "who's a cum slut? Come on, who's a hungry little cum slut?"

"I am," I grunted loudly, "I'm a hungry little cum slut."

My cries frightening what few birds, animals and eavesdropping voyeurs had lasted this long.

Her tail uncoiled from throttling back my cum, my member exploded all over her hand and all over the tail. I made a pained humming sound as I moaned in pleasure. It was still pretty loud, but I was long past caring if Goku's clones, the pretty Inquisitor or the Blessed Pope himself heard us.

A couple more powerful thrusts, and Goku buried herself balls deep inside of my ass, moaning in my ear as she started to cum. I felt her warm load filling me up to maximum capacity, and leaking out. It ran down the back of my legs and I groaned as I felt her thickness begin to soften inside of me. She slowly pulled out, and I fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. She lay down beside me holding me close.

This act of intimacy from her surprised me. If I haven't adequately addressed this before now, Goku wasn't exactly a pillowtalk kind of person. Unless such chatter was a prelude to the next bout, she was every much a wham-bam-i'm-finished-with-you-bitch kind of person, rolling over and starting to snore unless her girlhood stayed lodged comfortably in my boi-hole because hey, she MIGHT get a hankering for a late night quickie.

She rubbed her shaft against the canyon of my ass cheeks.

I tried to stay quiet. Experience had taught me that it didn't take much to get her excited enough for another round and in my excited state I was ALMOST as bad.

I turned over to face her and she licked my face with an inhumanly long tongue.

"I'm going to need a drink after THAT," Goku laughed, "break out the good wine."

"It's all the exact same wine," I puffed, "We should save some for our new friend."

She stood up, my legs were shaky and wobbly given our exertions but she was completely stable.

Goku looked at me, "How much food did you buy in that town you were in before we met?"

"A couple of days, a week tops. it's fortunate we've been able to stretch it out like we have."

"Suki, you're able to detect magical items right?"

"Sure, it's a basic spell."

"Cast it on the food sack."

"Why?"

"Humour me."

"Ok," I shrugged and said the prayer aloud, suddenly the sack blazed with a cascade of rainbow colours.

"What th- ...how did I miss this?" I snapped.

"I've worked up a theory about that myself," she replied, pulling the sack behind her back. "but just out of curiosity, you sense anything else from the Templar?"

Goku's non sequiturs aside, the thoughts of the Templar put the magical artifact I'd just discovered out of my head briefly.

"The Templar?" I sighed, "No she's perfectly normal I'm kinda curious to know why she isn't attacking us."

"What do you mean?" Goku asked like she was killing time for some reason.

"You're basically a demon and I'm obviously engaged in carnal pleasure with you." I mused, "She should at least be trying to sanction us...well me anyway. There's not a lot she could actually do to YOU."

"Hmm, one more thing," Goku asked, "What do you want to do about our food sack?" she held out the food sack.

I blinked at her "We pack it away of course, unless you think the Templar would want a drink?"

Goku looked at me strangely, "Good idea, by the way …"

She put the sack behind her back again.

"Have you ever heard of a perception geas?"

"No, I know a geas is a compulsion spell that can force someone to do something against their will."

"Indeed, there's a subtler version that can influence the person to not notice significant details or immediately forget them even if it's pointed out." Goku explained.

"Sort of 'Out of sight, out of mind' that kind of thing?" I asked.

"Exactly," Goku replied, "Someone could have something incredibly important shown them then immediately forget it."

"Why would someone do that?" I asked

"Powerful deities will place such spells on themselves or objects they entrust to those acting on their behalf." Goku replied, "that cave you found me in was supposed to have one though obviously you managed to find your own way through it."

"Interesting, well if we run into such a thing point it out to me. " I replied, "I like to see an object of the Gods enchanted to make one forget it's very existence."

"By the way, where's that food sack of ours?"

I shrugged, "You put it behind your back."

Goku nodded, "So you're aware of its corporeal existence but not It's magical properties."

"Are you drunk," I asked dryly, "or should I say drunker than normal?"

"I could definitely stand with some wine." She passed me the food sack.

I reached into the sack and found a bottle of wine which I passed to her.

"Good thing you bought enough food to feed you me AND the girl." Goku commented.

"The Divinity works in mysterious ways." I replied, "Her works are often seen as luck or coincidence."

"Take it from a literal demigod,"Goku snorted, "celestial beings make it up as they go all the damn time."

"I'm on a journey to the west with a powerful and horny demigod with zero impulse control," I replied, "I sleep better at night thinking there's a plan in all of THIS."

Goku looked at me strangely before nodding her head, "Don't worry about it, I'll look after you."

"Of course, I'm the only one who can turn off your curse." I snorted while storing the completely ordinary food sack.

"AND I've gotten that mouth of yours broken in."Goku chuckled.

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"So explain the plan again Templar?" Goku growled.

"Inquisitor," I supplied.

"Whatever," Goku waved a dismissive hand.

"I explained it to your clone." Gloriana hissed quietly in response.

I thought about telling her Goku's magic could've concealed our conversation if we'd been standing in front of the bandits instead of crouching on an overlook above the trail leading to their encampment, but that would've implied I could have gotten a word in edgewise between them.

"And thus *I* remember that explanation," Goku replied, "but I usually like a little bit more PLAN to my plans, especially since my partner hasn't heard it and it's HIS trusting and charitable nature you are trading on to get OUR help."

"I'm your partner now?" I asked.

"I thought introducing you as Fuck Toi would be impolite; now hush," Goku replied with a leer, "Inquisitor, if you please?"

The Inquisitor sighed, "These bandits have obtained-" she paused before continuing, "...church property."

I glanced at Goku and felt her tense grimace. Clearly I wasn't the only one who caught the hesitation in the Inquisitor's voice.

"Money?"

"There's cash, but they likely assume it to be offerings from weeping widows meant for unfortunate orphans, but in truth the gold's meant for a local shrine to aid in their rebuilding. I'm taking it back from THEM before they spend it on booze or whores."

"Money well spent as far as I'm concerned," Goku laughed.

"What else is in this package?" I asked, "I doubt you'd risk our lives for mere gold. What's so important?"

"Sorry, I'm under strict instructions to share that with as few people as possible."

"And yet you're going to anyway." Goku snickered, while gesturing at me.

"Ah yes, FuckToi," The Inquisitor grimaced, "I'll try to remember."

"See that you do." Goku sneered.

"Please don't?" I sighed.

"Fine, it's a holy relic." Gloriana snapped, "I'm not sure what it does. That particular detail is beyond my purview so it's…"

"-on a need to know basis?" I asked.

"A secret society that keeps secrets FROM their own members?" Goku chuckled, "note my look of absolute shock and awe."

She pointedly gestured to her wry smirking face.

"Ok, we get it," I sighed with annoyance, "you've been there, done that AND invented the completely fictionalized version of the story."

"I'm not lying when I say that rank amateur thieves shouldn't have access to the powerful relics The Church protects."

"I'm kinda curious about it now so I'm definitely coming along." Goku laughed.

I'll need your help distracting the guards, drawing them away so I can get to our prize."

Goku nodded, "Suki goes with YOU." She insisted.

"Are you certain?" Gloriana asked.

"His offensive and defensive buffs will make your work easier plus I'd kinda like something vaguely resembling a challenge for once."

"Could you avoid force fucking the bandits," I mocked, "...at least until after we've won."

"Sounds like a plan." Goku chuckled. Her sadistic giggle should've scared me. Instead it kinda turned me on a little bit.

"Oh yeah, this isn't going to end badly AT ALL." I groaned.

The Monkey Queen's self-satisfied smirking made me wonder if she was as tuned into my horniness as I was hers.

"Why so worried?" Goku chuckled.

"-Because I'm supposed to be on a karmic journey remember," I whined, "I've got an afterlife to think about."

Goku patted my cheek, "Ah relax, Pumpkin, Death and me have an understanding," she explained, "she leaves my friends alone and I don't fuck up either her kingdom or her suspiciously attractive minions anymore."

"So, Death is afraid of you, which because we're hanging out with each other means me," I sighed, "I'm sure THAT'S not going to bite us in the ass."

Gloriana gaped at us, "Are you idiots insane?"

"I would say no," I sighed, "but lying is definitely not great for the whole karmic and spiritual journey thing."

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Gloriana's plan went off perfectly, I of course don't mean the one she told Goku and I about. I meant her REAL plan.

I found out about THAT plan when Goku started her assault. The bandit camp's guards cried out in wails as Goku tore into them. It says something about my current circumstances that I could tell from their cries of pain that Goku was sticking to the plan and was distracting them without despoiling them.

"Let's go," I grunted, "if we take too long she'll get bored and if she gets bored it'll be bad."

"She's quite a character, you both are."

"We get the job done."

"That's what I was kinda hoping for." She replied, "you ready?"

I tented my fingers and prayed to The Divine. I felt celestial power enhancing and empowering the Inquisitor.

She pounced onpounced on two scouts got too close. I followed behind as she glided through the trees. The sounds of Goku's attack barely faded so either she was unwittingly following us or more likely she was the eye in a hurricane of battle that was growing in size and intensity.

I prayed to the Deity of Darkness and Shadow for concealment. The shadows swirled around like smoke to hide us as we ran through the trees.

"I'll need enhancement for this next bit," Gloria whispered, pointing at a wooden barrier hidden among the trees. Behind it a few bandits with bows looked past us in terror.

They were scared of Goku obviously. Unfortunately they should've been scared of us or more accurately the deadly Inquisitor who vaulted over the barrier cutting down two men in a heartbeat before pinning a third to the trunk of a tree with the heel of her boot.

"You have a box, wooden, covered in runes, fancy-ass lock, tell me where it is and maybe I won't have to cut you down."

"Boss man has it," the bandit gasped, "I wanted to pawn it, but Boss-man said we were hired to steal it."

"Hired by whom?"

"I don't know," He hissed, sounding somewhat unconvincing.

"My friend is a dark cleric, you know what they're like, talk to me or you can talk to HIM.

All appearances to the contrary, I'm kinda fond of a little roleplay.

"Dark Goddess Loith,"I hissed in prayer, "this wretched man-creature stands before me opposing your dark design."

I pulled a knife from my belt and held the point to his face. "A payment of flesh to you Dark Queen, what use has he for eyes that will never gaze upon your beautiful visage. What use has he for a tongue that does not sing of your beauty?"

The man's eyes widened in terror. "He was rich, I never caught the name but he was a rich man with money ... maybe a merchant."

I tore open his shirt and lightly scratched arcane symbols on his belly.

"I mark you as tribute. She'll mate with you and lay her eggs within your writhing body. You'll be both lover and nourishment to her and her hungry young."

I kissed his forehead in benediction and the man actually screamed, squirming out of Gloria's grasp and running into the forest.

Gloria looked at me, "That was smooth pretending to cut Loith"s symbol onto him."

"Who's pretending," I replied, "I have no desire to get the attention of a Chaos Goddess and a cleric of the light speaking her name pretty much counts as attention."

"I thought clerics had to possess an affinity to chaos or light to even get the Celestial Court to hear them whether they be light OR dark."

"I'm a rarity amongst my brethren. It seems my prayers reach anyone who's listening."

"A true polytheist? I've heard there's only a few of you in the world. Why would they send YOU on a field mission."

"I volunteered, besides the bishops don't know how many gods I'm actually capable of talking to."

"They don't?"

"Some clerics can talk only to one God. Others have affinity with the Gods of a specific alignment or temperament. I'm one of the few who can talk to almost all of them."

"Even the Chaos Gods?"

"Yep!"

"The Old Ones?"

"The ones who haven't been sleeping for millennia have been stuck in the farthest reaches of the Abyss since the dawn of ages." I answered, "they like a good conversation as much as anyone else."

"That's impossible, how?"

"I was raised a whoreson before joining the order, if I'm comfortable talking to dark Gods, that's probably why."

"Then that symbol you drew…?"

"As long as he doesn't die or kill a spider in the couple of days it'll take to heal, he'll be perfectly fine."

"A spider?"

"Loith's totem animals and she's VERY protective of them."

"You're obviously well informed for a cleric of the light."

"I'm supposed to be good at my job, can't do that and pretend that The Divine didn't create good AND evil, Chaos and Order." I answered.

We heard more screams coming from the part of the forest where Goku was. "...sometimes embodied in the same being." I muttered.

"Let's go."

Gloria and I continued running, arriving at last at a wooden building near a big clearing.

I marveled at the ramshackle collection of buildings.

"This is more organized than I would have expected from simple bandits."

"That's probably because they're not just simple bandits." Gloria whispered, "help me with this lock?"

I whispered words of benediction to the lady of shadows and Gloria gasped in surprise when the lock she was picking practically opened itself.

"You're handy to have around."

"I told you, I'm good at my job." I replied.

I felt an all too familiar tingling in my nether regions.

"Time's wasting, Inquisitor, let's grab this thing and get out of here."

"Yeah about that…" Gloriana suddenly turned and punched me hard enough for the air to be forcibly driven from my lungs. I dropped to my knees and barely felt the second smack to the back of my head that knocked me out.

Which in hindsight was fortunate, This wasn't the best time for the curse to activate. But it was because of that coincidence Goku and I survived.

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I never knew my father, few whoresons did. Indeed, it was an embarrassingly long time before I figured out my NAME was Suki while whoreson was a general job title or general insult depending on who used it.

I had my suspicions of course. The fairy tales a child will tell themselves when the gritty reality of daily life has become so burdensome that a little fantasy no matter how painful is preferable.

My favorite story was The Playwright, a man who taught me and the others reading and letters to take the edge off his substantial bills. He was the one who taught me the stories about the Monkey King, though in his mind they were complex allegories for mankind's struggle with HIS own lustful nature, hence why The Monkey King could defeat whole armies single handedly but fell before a wise Guru who'd mastered himself to become one with the world around him. I once got a look at his actual bill and I can reliably say that of the two of us, I benefited the most from his admittedly pedestrian kinks and fetishes. I suspect his greatest fetish was a desire to see enlightenment and comprehension in young eyes. I thought it was being ruthlessly pegged by a sturdy female or his taste for dressing in women's clothing but upon attending one of his plays and seeing the vast array of pretty dresses, some even more exquisite than the ones he wore while romping with my mother or her friends, I'm certain that he liked teaching more than he ever would've admitted to himself never mind anyone else.

There was The Shadow Man as we children called him. A grim menacing figure who paid silver and occasionally gold sovereigns for intelligence about our customers. My friend Dotty and I excelled at this game. Indeed our most profitable win was ten sovereigns split between us. My five was for information about the upcoming birthday of a nobleman's wife, a birthday he was notorious for forgetting. Dotty found out about his severe allergy to kalaberries. Our childlike minds made no connection with our game and said nobleman's death weeks later apparently from an allergic reaction to the kalaberry infused make-up his wife was wearing when they made love after she got a particularly beautiful gift of jewelry. Dotty spent more time with The Shadow Man as we grew up eventually leaving the brothel to apprentice with him. The last time I saw her was at the ceremony when I took my final vows upon becoming ordained as a Cleric. She was a face in the crowd but I recognized her. I tell myself it was to see an old friend that she was there and the death of a high ranking bishop who was also in attendance mere happenstance.

The one I hope wasn't my father was a member of the church himself. He saw my mother once or twice a week and every so often looked in on me. We spoke only a handful of times, he asked me what books I was reading and about my life. He seemed to take an amused interest in my taste for banned or forbidden literature. To this day I still own a well thumbed children's book he gave me who's rhymes and limericks hid apocryphal tirades against the church establishment. Days after one of my birthdays, men came and every possession I had was packed up and my training to become a Cleric began. I saw the man a few more times and to judge by the treatment I received each time from instructors or church officials, my progress as a Cleric impressed him. He was also in the audience on the day I was ordained. He sent a note promising answers to all my questions.

But the answers never came.

He died of an assassin's blade. He was quite important within the church or so I'm told. Thus he rarely came out in public. His only deviations from that were his supposedly secret trips to a local brothel and my ordination.

I didn't know him well enough to be angry with my childhood friend for possibly killing my father, if that's who he was, but you can see why I'd still prefer to assume that he wasn't my father. The night the bishop died I found five gold sovereigns wrapped up in an old but familiar handkerchief in my private rooms. I'm not sure how she found me or why she gave back the money she won. I tell myself she gave me the money as thanks or repayment of some long forgotten debt. The alternative is one I'd obviously like to avoid considering.

It was my mother's request I "minister" to the brothels whenever possible and wherever I happen to be. It's a popular duty amongst the male clergy for obvious reasons so I'm often obliged to prove I've no ulterior motive for working with the women. Fortunately my mother wrote a letter of introduction. It's in the secret code of the brothel worker's guild so I'm not entirely sure what it says but it does open doors for me that are usually closed. Once I've done my thing the ladies, or whatever criminal guild controls the prostitution in the city I'm passing through usually ask I be allowed to return. And while the Bishop who recruited me to the order is powerful even in death; my mother wields seemingly equal power in life at least amongst the low born and criminal classes.

I will never forget where I come from because where I come from has given me access to places I'd never see were I a nobleman's or merchant prince's child. Besides I grew up serving such men and I know for a fact I read and write better then most of them and can fuck better then the few as learned as I am.

My introduction to sex was essentially the same as my introduction to my many potential fathers. I was obviously quite young when I became aware that sex existed. I was barely into my teens when I formally lost my virginity to one of the brothel workers. She'd won a bet with my mother. If you get the impression my mother's gambling had a profound effect on my life, you'd be severely understating the matter.

One reason I was particularly well read long before my formal education started was the number of times my mother paid off a debt by lending my reading skills to someone who couldn't or preferred not to read on their own. Of course my reading skills weren't the only thing I had to improve thanks to mother's gambling I've been told I have good eye for women's clothes and make-up I'm a decent cook and once I realized why I had to do so many extra things around the brothel house, a much better cards player then my mother.

My first-ever consensual sexual encounter with a peer was after the formal loss of my virginity. Mom noticed Dotty and I were spending a lot of time together and arranged for us to have a kind of date. Yet another reason why I prefer the sweet lies of childhood to the harsh truths of maturity.

I asked my mother about it and her response was as pragmatic as she usually was. "Everyone should have a good memory of sex." She told me, "It makes the good times afterwards better and the bad times more endurable."

If my attitude towards sex seems casual it is because I was raised to see sex and indeed most thing's in life as transactional. For you sex is the culmination of an emotional journey of discovery between yourself and whoever you're with. For me, sex is a series of compromises and negotiations with a friend and ally or its a demonstration of power and control over an opponent.

In a moment of stupidity I asked my mother which my conception was, a good time to remember or a bad time she endured. She responded by telling me the story in sinfully rich and graphical detail. I've since banished from my mind the images her story invokes but her amused laughter as I ran from the room to relieve my confused erection was a memory I carry to this day with the amused laughter of the other girls when she told the story with greater embellishments each time almost as vivid.

So if you're looking for where the dark side of my personality comes from, the part which in spite of my inclination towards charity and compassion for others took obscene amounts of joy in Goku humiliating those who crossed our path even as I occasionally chided her for her brutality, I come by it honestly.

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I wouldn't have thought feelings of horniness would wake you up but apparently they do though the guy shaking me definitely helped.

"You gotta stop her, she's crazy." He screeched as he shook me which only served to make my post-unconsciousness hangover worse.

I tried to ignore the throbbing pain in my head, "Who's crazy?" I moaned, dreading I already knew the answer.

"The monkey warrior, she's tearing up the place and says if we don't release you, she'll kill everyone ... if they're lucky."

Pretending not to understand his pause, I asked for the details, Gloria had apparently left me to the mercies of the bandits, presumably as she had always intended.

Unbeknownst to her; Goku started tearing the place apart looking for me. She knew that if she was still enduring the crippling waves of maddening pleasure, I had to be in a situation where I couldn't negate the curse.

That brought her into conflict with the Bandit King.

The bandit leader, a hulking brute of a man, wanted to do unspeakable things to us. Not unspeakable because of the terrible nature of the acts however, because he wasn't much for conversation. Everything he said sounded like unintelligible grunts and snarls that were apparently a foreign language of some distant land. The only person that understood him was the bandits 2nd in command, a man named Uzzah.

Unfortunately for the leader, Goku could understand him. Apparently her previous misadventures had taken her to many distant and strange lands and I could've warned him that his threats of violence and brutality were for Goku, foreplay.

Goku is dangerous and unpredictable at the best of times, Goku, made slightly insane by the curse, became an unholy demonic force of destructive excess that tore through the bandit camp and the bandits themselves like a whirlwind.

By the time I revoked the curse and she calmed down she'd slaughtered nearly every bandit including the leader save for those she took a sudden sadistic fancy to.

The sounds coming from the bandits lodge hall would be best described as primitive and animalistic. Since Goku could clone herself at will it was no trouble to essentially create an impromptu orgy with a couple luckless bandits smart enough to surrender or too cowardly to go down swinging as the guests of honour. I had the disturbing idea that the screaming and yelling heard throughout the camp was likely an accurate reflection of what she and I sounded like.

I contented myself with helping the poor unfortunate souls the bandits had captured, kidnapped or enslaved from the surrounding villages for many days and even weeks. I busied myself binding their wounds, feeding them what food stuff I could find around the camp, fixing torn clothing and generally assuring them that contrary to the sounds they were hearing, they had NOT in fact been rescued by some sex-crazed demon straight out of Hell itself.

Eventually order was restored to the camp with the surviving bandits practically begging for a chance to help tend to the injured. I'd love to tell you it was the Divinity that opened their hearts to charity but I'm pretty sure the ever looming threat of being left to the mercy of Goku's terrifying lusts played a significant role in their change of heart.

Nothing like a clear and present threat of being serial raped by a horny and crazed futanari to awaken long denied instincts for charity and good conduct.

She set herself up in the lodge hall tearing through the booze and food stores and occasionally indulging in any of the remaining bandits she had yet to ravage. Indeed she was content to remain in the camp for several days. And I had more than enough to keep me busy. Thus a few days passed before a young boy summoned me to the thieves guild hall where Goku sat naked on the throne that belonged to the previous bandit king while sipping some kind of warm clear liquor she'd taken a fancy to, occasionally stroking herself as if eager to return to her new found amusement, despoiling and ravishing her victims. Around the room, the bodies of male and female bandits lay discarded like a child's playthings. They were all alive, some moaning in pain from whatever Goku had done to them, others moaning in eager anticipation of a repeat performance. Others in the hall clearly found it distracting whenever her hand or tail occasionally stroked her hard shaft. I, who was kind of used to her casual displays of dominance and power, barely acknowledged them.

I decided now was the time to satisfy my curiosity about her newly discovered ability to resist the debilitating effects of the curse.

She blithely dismissed my question with some vague explanation involving her two decades plus study of The Tao.

"You have the ability to resist torture and discomfort and you just decided to use it on a whim?" I asked incredulously, "why?"

"For the same reason I don't fly us to where YOU'RE going or to my magic battle staff. It's more fun this way." Goku sneered, "besides, getting there is way more than half the fun."

"Meaning?" I asked, bracing for the karmic backlash.

"There's treasure in these hills." she announced.

"Say's who?"

"The 2nd in command around here. His name's Uzzah,"

"We've met." I acknowledged the man, holding a wine skin and looking like he really REALLY didn't want to sit down.

"Uzzah, tell the priest what you told me?"

"I'm a little bitch who loves the taste of MiLady's cock cream." he replied miserably.

"Not THAT, the other thing, ...about treasure."

Apparently there was a dragon's hoard, it had rampaged a few years back destroying lands and people before vanishing on the same night a star had mysteriously fallen on-top of its mountaintop lair. A few luckless adventurers had descended into the caves that honeycombed the mountain looking for the treasure left behind but had never returned.

Some rumors said a demon haunted the place now, luring young men foolish enough to try to get inside to their end.

But dragon treasure is dragon treasure and there's always people whose greed out paces their fear or sense of survival.

My sense of charity and good conduct drove me to assist if only so these poor unfortunate souls could get relief. Goku, on the other hand, had a more base motive.

"Let me put it this way," Goku snickered, "The Goddess provides, so I don't HAVE to."

"What if we're agents of her will?" I asked.

"Then HER will was that you got jumped by a rogue Inquisitor while these bandits got FUCKED up … not that THEY'RE complaining, right Uzzah?" she used her tail as a whip to spank the man and he jumped in a way that was VERY familiar to someone who has spent a LOT of time around people who'd had entirely too much unlubricated anal sex.

"Those of us still alive." Uzzah murmured way too loudly.

"What was that Uzzah?" Goku asked, "you're ready for another couple rounds? Well I was thinking about taking it easy but if your whore mouth is ready for me again?"

I mentally reminded myself to give him some soothing ointments I knew to be quite useful for dulling the pain of frequent and energetic sex with somebody as well-equipped as Goku.

"So you wanna find this dragon?" I asked mostly to briefly distract her.

"...and this demon is gonna get fucked up too, and if he's hoarding goodies. That's something I can definitely get behind."

"I thought your first best priority is getting your battle staff back?"

Goku tested the air again pointing towards the mountaintop. "It's somewhere above us now, probably in the dragon's treasure horde." she cackled, "If I'm lucky, your Inquisitor is up there too, and they're all waiting for me to show up, collect my property and kick her ass in the bargain."

"I shrugged, "Well I guess we're going monster slaying then." I replied. "I'll get the stronger people ready for the trip.*

"Awesome."

"In the meantime, maybe come up with a plan."

"Find bad guys, kick ass, repeat as needed until swimming in treasure." Goku laughed.

"I was hoping for a little more PLAN to your plan."

"I do my best thinking at the moment but I'm feeling a little backed up so maybe a little oral action will clear my thinking."

Uzzah's face drained of colour, clearly he and his abused throat had been hoping for a little bit of relief.

"Really?" I asked, "Haven't you had a lot of fun the last day or so ...more than usual?"

"Hey it's like taking a piss," Goku addressed the bandit without looking at him, "What is it I'm always saying Uzzah?"

"When you gotta go, you gotta go." he replied miserably.

"You'd know you piss-hungry slut." Goku snarled, "what does it taste like?"

"Heavenly ambrosia." Uzzah whined.

The whoreson in me wanted to mock his obvious discomfort at something as ordinary as drinking piss. Fortunately the cleric in me was a bit more sympathetic.

I sighed reaching for Goku's erection but she slapped my hand away, "You're doing The Divine's Good Work, it would be selfish of me to take you away from helping the less fortunate."

I was immediately suspicious, while Goku is not without charity it's usually for the same reasons she fucked, fought or did anything else, ...the potential for personal amusement.

"Besides-" She paused glaring at Uzzah while leisurely stroking her hard on.

"-The empty mouth of a bottom bitch is a terrible thing to waste." I sighed while looking at Uzzah.

The man looked terrified. I might have felt some pity for him if I wasn't treating several of his victims outside. One advantage of my misspent youth, you learn much earlier than most that bullies absolutely hate getting bullied.

"Okay, you want me to hit him with some cure minor wounds," I asked.

"Don't you dare," Goku waved a dismissing hand,"you've got unwashed masses to care for. Besides, as much as I love fucking virgin throat, there's something to be said for pounding one that's been broken in, ain't that right Uzzah?"

Uzzah was whimpering at this point but didn't try to run. Obviously Goku had demonstrated how futile THAT would be.

"Okay I'll try to get us ready to leave as quickly as possible." I said as I left the man to his fate.

"Don't hurry on our account," Goku replied,"he's actually starting to get good."

The door closed, followed by a sound I easily recognized. The sound of a throat choking on a cock almost too large for it.

"Please, you like money don't you?" Uzzah sputtered when Goku finally let him breathe.

"You have a secret stash and you'd rather give me every penny you've stolen then take my cock. I'm a little bit offended that you think my cock is that cheap."

"I'm sorry, I'll give you anything you want, I'll give you food, wine, more … more money I mean."

"You say THAT like you have a choice." Goku laughed, "I tell you what, I'll GIVE you a choice."

Through the door, I could hear movement.

"You can choke on my girl until I unload a creamy treat down your throat or..." I then heard the sound of clothing being torn. " I tie you up while I fuck everyone else here after which you can suck that tasty creampie out of the asshole or well-fucked pussy of every one here instead."

"We can't do anything now!" Uzzah whined, obviously panicked, "your friend will hear."

"Mmm... why shouldn't we?" Goku replied. "When I want it so bad?"

"I don't do that kind of stuff." Uzzah pleaded.

"Oh Honey, it's not about what YOU want to do," Goku purred. "It's about what I can MAKE you do because swallowing my cum or my piss is better then the less PLEASANT alternative."

I heard him whimper.

"Tell you what? If you really don't WANT my cock just say the word and we can have a whole other kind of fun. You know what I mean, don't you Uzzah?"

"You'll...you'll make ME beg for death?" Uzzah whimpered.

"You hear threats like 'You'll beg for death…' but I can tell you torturing someone until they cry and plead for death takes a VERY specific skill set

I could hear his cringing terror.

Goku snickered cruelly, "I don't like to brag about it," she lied, "but I have that skill set."

There was a shuffling around of bodies before I heard Goku's sighs.

"That's a good boy, ...take it in your hand. Feel how much it yearns to fuck you."

There was more soft sounds beyond the door, words too soft for me to hear,

"Hearing you whimper in fear, practically pissing yourself but still willing to take my cock because you'd rather THAT then what'll happen to you otherwise, just gets me even harder!" Goku chuckled cruelly.

"We spent the whole day doing it," Uzzah replied, "If I let you do that stuff to me you won't do that OTHER STUFF right?"

At this, Goku laughed knowingly.

"You don't get that option Little Man, you'll eat my creampies until you think you'll throw up but I promise, if you do, I'll really give your throat something to worry about."

Unintelligible gurgling followed, it's a tribute to either my questionable upbringing or current lifestyle I could almost tell what he was saying around a mouthful of throbbing shaft.

Ha, you're funny, there's only one person who chooses whether or not to take my cock and the ONLY reason you or your group of dumb asses are still breathing is because you DIDN'T hurt him, otherwise you and I would be having an entirely different conversation."

More semi intelligent grunting,

"...And I love hearing that apology," Goku answered, "and HE'S a better man than you so HE'D be forgiving. But there's another sound you make I want to hear even more."

"What's going on inside?" a villager asked me.

"Oh yeah," I heard Goku roar, "Work that shaft bitch."

"Apparently Uzzah is learning about karma." I explained.

"That's right, ALL THE WAY TO THE BALLS."

"Karma?" the young boy asked.

"Basically that what goes around occasionally cums down your throat."

Goku's loud sighs of joy let every nearby soul know how much fun she was having despoiling the man. "You know you LOVE the taste … swallow EVERY DROP that Mistress gives you."

Suddenly I heard the entirely too familiar sounds of Goku's clones berating the man. Their sighs and insults contrasted to Uzzah's moaning and grunting.

"I'll tell you when you've swallowed enough of my mess."

More panicked mumbling from Uzzah's cock-filled mouth, "Oh them? They just want to give you what cum-guzzling filth like you deserves."

This may surprise you but a cum shower does have a distinctive sound to it that years spent away from the brothel does nothing to dull.

"...when it's not raping and blowing a load all over your ass." I finished with a sigh.

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(Kali's Riddle)

Kali rose off the bed licking the cum from her hand while her new pet crawled into a chair in the corner of the room.

Her pet's cum from twisted pleasure was tasty but the fear of death and pain of a broken spirit added so much to the richness of the taste.

"A pity we have to waste any for parlour tricks like this one," she thought to herself.

The witch smeared the rest on the mirror and spoke ancient and arcane words.

The mirror clouded then resolved to reveal a face not quite beast yet not entirely human but instead an unsettling mix of the two.

"Kali, such a primitive means of communication."

"Hello Lady Sphinx, I'm amusing myself with a new toy." she replied while waving her hand at her pet, "I'm here asking after Goku."

The Sphinx, some said the Divinity had created them first, mostly the Sphinxes themselves. Questions and Riddles such a part of their makeup that they oftentimes couldn't communicate any other way. Steering any conversation so they might rattle off as many poems, haikus and riddles as possible. Kali had to know how bad this annoying development with Goku might become.

"I make you weak at the worst of all times." The Sphinx replied, "I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat, and your heart grow cold, I visit the weak, but seldom the bold."

"Fear," Kali answered, "and I'm not afraid of Goku. The Monkey Queen is loose, obviously this is a concern."

"Not to me, if she's loose she's either solved my riddle or has somehow found the key that leads to an answer."

"You left her a key?"

"0f course."

"That wasn't our arrangement."

"OUR arrangement was that Goku be locked away," Sphinx replied, "but every lock has a key, in Goku's case a literal one."

"Really?"

"A natural state sought by all, to go forth without me is to inevitably fall. Use me when you carefully spend and will destroy me if you eat without end."

"Balance ...and I don't care what nature likes or doesn't like." Kali snarled, "Goku being free creates problems."

"Yes it does so you might ask yourself, who hates me so much that unleashing The Monkey Queen was a good plan."

"Everyone loves me."

"I am never right. I am often mistaken for being true. I am deceptive and many people use me as an enemy disguised as a friend. What am I?"

"A lie."

"Who has lied or been lied to? Who may wish to see that lie punished and the liar humiliated?"

"The Jade Warlord."

"Who has made a lot of enemies recently."

"-Because The Divinity left him in charge while she went on sabbatical from creation."

"And should The Divinity return and certain unpleasant truths be made public-" The Sphinx hinted.

"Irrelevant, I need to stem the tide of chaos that inevitably follows Goku. Tell me how to do that."

"I married your friend, I married your coworker, and I married every girl that asks me to, yet I am still single. Who am I?"

"The priest? The one who seems blissfully unaware of what he's unleashed on the world?"

"If you have me, you want to share me. If you share me, you haven't got me. What am I?"

"A secret, one he is holding or one he represents."

"The priest is both but for your purposes he's a tool and tools need to be maintained do they not?"

"Put the priest in harm's way and see who intercedes to protect HIM."

"I'm without cost but I am not free, I am priceless but worth nothing if bought, no two people value me the same, and I can be gained or lost with a careless word."

"What's that one?

"The riddle I posed to Goku 500 hundred years ago the one she couldn't answer and so accepted imprisonment and restraint."

"And the answer is the key that released her."

"Yes."

"What's the answer?"

"A thing you desire but do not have and a thing you could have but clearly do not want."

"Goku's attention."

"Be careful Kali, you might find the things you think you want aren't nearly as much fun as you think they are."

"I hope I can rely on your discretion, it would complicate my hunt if the wrong people learned of Goku and the Priest."

"It's amusing you think you'll have to manipulate that hunt into existence. You aren't the only thing looking for a piece of that ass."

"Goku won't be taken down by just anyone."

"Who said I was talking about Goku?" The Sphinx chuckled.

The mirror clouded leaving Kali alone.

Where she was heading, she needed to move quickly which meant traveling light. The witch looked at her plaything, baggage, even entertaining baggage would only slow her down. Besides, there were richer games to play with more rewarding prey.

The Priest, a mortal? or something else entirely.

The Priest, her fingers toyed between her damp thighs already picturing all the delicious and delightful things she'd have fun doing to the Priest. But first she'd have to find him, ...Or someone willing to do the hard work FOR her.

Meanwhile there were many old friends with long memories who'd be interested to know Goku was free and traveling with interesting company.

"Friends with a grudge against The Monkey Queen." Kali mused, "people eager to see her and anyone with her, suffer."

There was another knock on the door, deeper than before, Crotis had arrived.

Kali opened the door.

The woman in the hallway grimaced, "Spirits woman, it smells like you've painted the walls with cum."

"The little cuckold bitch on the bed?" Kali replied, "Cumming is all he's good for at this point Mistress has been hungry for a different kind of fun. You don't mind do you?"

Crotis smiled and walked into her lair, "I've heard he's trouble but he seems pretty tame right now."

"I've been housebreaking him." Kali caressed her face. "I'm told you're a troublemaker, how'd you like to learn how to do the same to any man?"

"Me? The one in control?"

Kali's hands glided across her torso. Teasing her boobs, fingers grazing her coffee coloured nipples.

"No more two pump chumps or silly little boys. Just hot hard cock enslaved to your personal whim." Kali whispered.

Kali pulled Crotis' gaze towards the Pet in the corner.

"Pet, our new friend's pussy needs a warm mouth, attend to her."

The wretched man crawled across the floor to a spot in between Crotis thighs. He started kissing and licking her excited labia and clit, soaking his face in her creamy slime.

"MY Goddess, men don't lick pussy this good. How did you train him?"

"Fear is a very good motivator and I made him VERY afraid."

"Fear?"

"Of power, not unlike the power I'm willing to share with YOU."

"I like power."

"Look at him groveling at your feet. You could relieve yourself in his mouth and he'd swallow every drop and beg you for more."

Kali's fingers rubbed her aching mound. The orgasmic discharge she teased out of the prostitute released into the man's mouth. He continued lapping away at her pleasure zones.

"You'll feel like a new woman." Kali promised, " for all practical purposes you'll be a new woman … a powerful woman."

"I want that, I want to be that."

Kali kissed Crotis deeply, her pet blinked because it looked like something was passing out of Kali and into the prostitute. Crotis coughed and choked before looking up and revealing inhuman eyes.

The pet felt an all too familiar sensation, a chill down his back that seemed to almost make him harder even as it made his flesh crawl.

"You've called me from the pits and bound me to this carcass," the thing that used to be Crotis asked,"Why?"

"You're going to bring your sisters to this place, one by one so as not to cause trouble. In return I want you to put the word out. The Jade Warlord's gratitude for the location of The Monkey Queen."

"The Monkey Queen is here?" The succubus hissed eagerly looking around if Goku might spring from a previously empty shadow.

"No hell-slut but she does roam the world AGAIN in the company of a Priest no less who may be more than he seems."

"And you want them found?"

"Men have killed their closest friends and family for your kisses, never mind the rest of you. Make it worth their while to appease you and your sisters."

"Birthing enough succubus to infest this place will take time and much feeding"

"Then it's good I've already housebroken a pet for you," Kali hissed.

Crotis looked at The Pet with hunger.

Kali gestured to HIM, "You're going to live out every men's fantasy Pet, you're going to be a father several times over and, assuming you survive, you'll get to fuck your sons and daughters at least once before they go about their unholy business."

"Sons AND daughters?" The wretched man whimpered.

"Unfortunately succubus and incubus aren't nearly as gentle as I. So if I were you." She cupped his scrotum, rubbing them gently, "I'd keep on cumming for as long and as much as I can." Kali sighed

The thing wearing Crotis' body descended on him, "Come on Daddy, give me all your daddy cum. I've got brothers and sisters just waiting to Fuck you humans until you're withered husks. And the best part is you'll beg us to keep going."

"As a personal favor, I want him to live, you can fuck EVERY other soul into the abyss as you please but him, ...I want him to see what his weakness brings into this world."

The succubus' pussy enveloped his hard cock.

"Ohh Daddy's cock is so hard." the Demon moaned.

"Hmm, you should see how hard he cums for a cock." Kali whispered.

The succubus leaned in to his ear, "I'm having too much fun Daddy but maybe during round two, Daddy will let ME fuck his ass, yes?"

TBC