A/N: Apologies for the long, long update on this. I hadn't even realised until lately how long ago I'd first uploaded this; felt just like yesterday. Like before I can't promise a consistent upload schedule for this fic, though I'll do the best I can.

Also, out of curiosity, what draws you to this story the most? The smut, the reader non-con, the lore/story? Interested to know so I know where to direct the story more.

That aside, enjoy~

Army of the Demon King:

Chapter 3: Breaking In

The morning came slowly to you, fatigue aching at your bones.

You blinked away the spots in your vision slowly, completely out of it for several long moments. You saw the dirt floor in front of you. The red-clay walls of the hut. The curtain-like door ahead of you. It was then, as you adjusted your wrists and remembering that they were chained to the wall, your fingers totally numb, that you realised where you were. In the hut, in the middle of the monster's encampment.

Yesterday's memories came pouring in like a tidal wave. Shame flooded you next, realising grimly how much crucial info you'd spilled to Aloe – from the position of your allies to their camps to the magical traps on the main roads and forested paths, you'd practically endangered the entire front. All just so you could go back to Noel and tell her you'd learned something other than the obvious. You'd taken a risk and it not only hadn't paid off, but you'd jeopardized your friends and comrades too.

'Noel...' You thought of the loyal silver-haired knight, always there to greet you with a smile with something warm in her eyes. '...I'm sorry I can't come back like I promised...'

The thought weighed in your heart just as heavily as the guilt of endangering, and possibly indirectly killing your comrades. That guilt rested weightily in your stomach, time ticking by at an unknown rate – all you could see was the sun peeking through the singular doorway and hear the usual commotion of a base. Nobody seemed inclined to come check on you, and you were almost tempted to try and break free. Had you not been in the middle of an enemy base, of course.

You were good at sneaking about. In broad daylight surrounded by hundreds of enemies who looked nothing like you? You'd have better luck disguising yourself as a barmaid with two pillows shoved down your tunic.

Suddenly you heard a bit of commotion, some more movement happening outside. There was a slight quiet, as if people had suddenly fell in line – formal tones spoken even if you weren't able to make out the words themselves. After a moment though everything slowly went back to normal, the general hubbub returning... but you sensed someone approach. Moments later you were proven right, as footsteps became audible and the curtains parted-

-allowing a familiar face to show itself, lips curving up into a grin bearing a row of sharp shark teeth. ''Sup.''

You said nothing, a grimace settling across your visage. Gura stood before you; the shark-girl that had sucked you off just the other day. She wasn't naked anymore, for better or worse, wearing what looked like an old blue hoodie probably taken from some unfortunate victim, but aside from that didn't seem to be wearing anything else. Her blue shark tail swished behind her slowly, calmly even; telling she didn't see you as a threat. You weren't sure whether to be relieved or offended by that.

''Hm...'' Gura approached you with a thoughtful hum. ''Not talkative this mornin'?''

In response you kept your mouth shut, looking down at your lap. That didn't last long before Gura cupped your chin and forced your head up, making you look her in the eyes. Her blue eyes peered into yours, dragging the stare-out on for far longer than comfortable... until finally she turned her nose up and let you go, backing up a step.

''Bleh, you stink.'' Gura frowned down at you, nose crinkled. ''Did Aloe not rinse you off when she was done interrogatin' you?''

''...no.'' Begrudgingly you answered. Being reminded of the demon-girl made you simultaneously angry and frustrated at your own powerlessness.

Whether out of pity or simple hygiene preferences Gura sighed. ''Fine, guess it falls to me to wash the prisoner. Come on, come on – and don't think 'bout trying to escape or I'll have a trident up your butt faster than you can say 'yowch!'.''

You didn't bother answering that, your gaze glued to the dirt floor of your hut as Gura summoned a blue trident with what you presumed was spatial magic – twirling it around once before thrusting it at your right hand. You flinched, bracing... but the blade only sheared through the cuff, not your wrist. When she pulled her weapon back your hand fell limply by your side, and as the seconds passed you felt blood rush back into it, giving you some much-desired sensation in it. She repeated the process with your other hand as well, leaving your arms free, but you were so sapped of strength that you honestly couldn't begin to move.

That changed when the tri-blade of a trident touched your chin. You tensed on instinct alone, swallowing, and your chin was tilted up as Gura raised the trident, forcing you to look her in the eyes. She was grinning cheekily like this was all just a game to her, but you could see it in her eyes now. The glint of something darker in her irises, more primal, more hungry. She might pass as a cute human girl, but that didn't banish the fact that she was a predator at heart; a monster that felled and probably fed upon many humans in the past.

And you were at her complete, and utter, mercy.

''Get up.'' Gura ordered you, smug.

You obeyed, not daring to speak as you got your feet under yourself and stumbled up – narrowly avoiding impaling yourself on her trident in the process. Only when you were standing did Gura lower her hand, smirking at you and beckoning you to follow her, wasting no time in marching out through the curtain doorway. You followed hesitantly, squinting as bright sunlight spilled over you and nearly blinded you in the process. It took your eyes several precious seconds to adjust, and when they did you finally got to see the camp.

A camp teeming with monsters. Even as you stood there dozens upon dozens of monsters from various races milled about. Some green-skinned Orcs carried heavy piles of lumber to and fro, a red-skinned Demon in magician robes was currently drawing a magic circle upon the ground and directing several Imps to add magical powder at certain spots, a ripped Dragon-tailed man was overseeing the training of some Goblin troops; the whole base was a literal hive of activity. Some of which was now directed at you.

Perhaps noticing that Gura suddenly grasped your left wrist, pulling you. Swallowing the anxiety in your throat you let her, not resisting as she pulled you between two shop-like buildings and over several uneven clumps of empty potion bottles and scrap wood, the shade of the palisade wall to your left cool compared to the hot noon sun overhead. That didn't last for long as you soon both got to what seemed like a checkpoint, two towering men of indeterminable race on either side, but after one look at Gura they parted and let her, and by extension you, walk past. Not that it stopped them from eyeing you cautiously.

''Where are we going?'' You finally found the strength to ask, glancing down as Gura let your wrist go. You wondered whether she trusted you wouldn't run off, or trusted in her own ability to hunt you down if you tried.

You were betting on the latter.

''Down to the pond.'' Was Gura's lackadaisical answer.

Seeing that nothing further would be forthcoming you fell silent, pushing down the aches that still twitched through your body and looking about. The path you walked was dirt and between two steep hills, forming a valley almost that led downhill. Thick grass hugged both sides of the path, so dense someone could be hiding inside it and you'd be none the wiser, the worrisome thought prompting you to look ahead instead, keeping an eye on Gura. Small mercies she was so laid-back she didn't feel the need to keep you 'motivated' with that trident of hers.

The thought was pushed from your mind as Gura slowed then, glancing back at you once before stabbing her trident out to the right – pointing you into the bush. The path however kept curving off to the left, befuddling you, and it was only when you stared where she was pointing that you noticed that the hill actually parted there. It was just that the grass was so dense and there was a low-hanging tree that obscured the narrow passageway between them.

''Oh come on, just move!'' Gura exasperatedly complained, waving her trident about impatiently. ''Don't make you stab you!''

It was spoken more like a half-hearted attempt at motivation than a true threat, but you moved all the same. Putting one foot in front of the next you stepped into the tall, chest-high grass and walked through it, pushing down any such fears of bugs or monsters in lieu of fear of the shark-girl marching straight behind you. Briefly, as you entered the narrow crevasse between the hills, you contemplated running. The grass probably offered some good concealment, and while you couldn't beat her in a fight you could certainly distract her and run.

'Then again she said I smelled... they could probably detect me that way...' You realised a second later, grimacing.

With that in mind you reluctantly gave up the idea of escape, if only for now. Instead you continued marching at Gura's unspoken insistence, the grass gradually thinning out until dirt gave way to uneven rock – and you were treated to the sight of the same gleaming blue pond where you'd first encountered the girls mere days ago. The fact it was so close, and that the path to it was so well-hidden, was a piece of information you consciously filed away for later use.

''Alright, we're here.'' Gura said, marching past you. ''Now get naked.''

You flushed lightly and glanced at the pond. Right, she'd dragged you here to get washed.

When you didn't immediately follow her command Gura shot you a flat look. ''C'mon, I already nibbled your dick the other day there, don't act like I've not seen it all already.''

The reminder was salt on the wound, but with pursed lips you complied – hauling her your tunic over your head and shoving your shorts down your legs, your underwear coming off with it. Gura looked you over and apparently liked what she saw, humming and rubbing her chin, but otherwise did nothing; instead opting to poke her trident towards the pond. You took the hint and walked into it, though the liquid only came up to your thighs at the deepest part. Tricky to wash in.

Gura apparently had already come up with a solution. Just as you started to turn towards her the shark-girl thumped the base of her trident against the rock, causing all the water in the pond to suddenly surge up. You flinched, expecting her to smash the now-floating mass of water on you, but to your surprise Gura waved a hand about a couple times, and the water started to fall on you in heavy spits, not unlike a heavy downpour. Chilling, but not dangerous to you.

''The water's got some plants in it that make it all nice-smelling.'' Gura said, totally casual even as she poured water over you like a shower. ''Now wash.''

You shifted, uncomfortable with her standing there outright staring at you, but you supposed asking her to turn around was unwise when she was holding an entire pond's worth of water above your head. Thus with a resigned sigh you started washing up as best you could with just some scented water, the flow of water continual and at least keeping you warm despite your nudity, the sun glistening off of the clear liquid.

Minutes ticked by like that. You didn't drag your feet but you weren't in a rush either; it was nice to be away from that hut they chained you in. At least out here, it felt like you were free, even if you knew consciously that the second you had any thoughts of escape you'd have a trident through your gut. The thought was banished from your mind swiftly though; your lips pursing into a fine line. You didn't want to think about that sort of thing.

The sound of cloth shifting briefly drew your attention, but it was the sound of bare feet tapping against stone that truly made you turn around – reflexively tensing as Gura approached you. Her hoodie had been discarded off on the side, leaving her completely naked as she sauntered up towards you. Littler details that you had initially overlooked became more apparent to you, such as the gills over her ribs that were like thin cuts into her flesh, shifting ever-so-slightly as she breathed. Incidentally your gaze landed on her small, near-flat chest, nothing much there yet only enhancing her petite, slender figure, your gaze falling down her front to her smooth slit and slim hips, the latter swaying slightly with every step. Not out of an attempt to look sexy or enticing though; it was a confident swagger.

The thought was purged from your mind as Gura finally reached you, stopping just a foot away and leaning forwards – before taking several long, audible sniffs.

After a second, her lips curved up into a grin. ''Heh. You don't smell so bad no, human~''

There was an undertone to her coo, darker and more hungry than you had heard before – and all at once the water looming overhead fell. You flinching, covering your head, but at the last second the water split around you and splashed against the rocks, hitting your legs with some force but otherwise not hurting you. The clear liquid licked and lapped at your ankles, swaying about in the shallow pond before gradually settling down, returning to how it had once been without losing much of its content.

Then the next thing you knew Gura had a hand on your stomach, pushing you back. Startled you put up no resistance and ended up catching your ankle on a rock, sending you flopping back onto a flat slab of stone – the air knocked out of you. You inhaled fresh, slightly-humid air, struggling to get it into your lungs. Had Gura done something to you? Was this her magic, or because the air was so humid?

In the end you just needed a couple seconds to catch your breath before your body got over the sudden jolt, your lungs finally taking in air and allowing you to calm down.

Gura, however, was not done with you.

A fact made apparent as the shark-girl got on her knees in front of you, licking her lips as she stared at your cock. ''Mm... just stay there, stinky.''

The nickname made you twitch, but any protests died on your tongue as Gura curled her fingers around your semi-erect dick. The fact you were already a little hard either spoke to some previously-unknown nudism fetish or Gura's own nakedness; but the hows and whys fled your mind as the shark-girl started stroking you off, tugging a string of soft, stilted moans from the back of your throat.

Her surprisingly-soft palm and slender fingers got you hard quickly despite your internal protests, simmering heat travelling up your erect cock. With a pleased smirk Gura uncurled her fingers and poked the head a couple times, her smugness melting into curiosity as she nudged your cock about, inspecting it almost – in the same way a person might nudge some food about on their plate. The comparison only became more acute as Gura then smirked and leaned in, lips parting-

-and like a viper she darted forth, snapping her jaws around your cock. You flinched, expecting blood, but Gura merely held your cock between those sharp, pointed teeth of hers. She clearly expected such a reaction out of you, giving you a smug look even as she applied a little more pressure, forcing a gasp out of you as she bit your dick, her teeth raking across it as she tilted her head back and moved her mouth up to the head.

Only then did she loosen her hold, no marks left on your cock despite the dangerous feeling. Gura gave you no time to relax though, swiftly sliding down your cock and pursing her lips halfway down it, swiftly sucking up to the tip. Compared to her teeth her mouth felt so much better, pleasure teasing up your cock as she started rhythmically bobbing her head, each one preluding the wet-sounding suck that accompanied it.

''Mn... ahh...'' The soft-sounding grunts forced themselves from your lips, a shudder too coursing down your spine.

Gura was only emboldened by the treacherous sounds escaping your throat, mirth in her eyes as she continued giving you head. Her tongue got in on the fun too, lashing at the bulbous tip of your cock or swirling around it, tracing the crown before slithering back up to the slit, teasing you relentlessly and leaving the head of your cock glistening with spit. She took you deeper down as well, deliberately drooling onto your shaft as she slurped two-thirds of the way down, engulfing your throbbing shaft with her warm, wet mouth.

Then her teeth got involved again. Just as you started to relax you felt them press down, forming a dangerous ring around the middle of your dick. She didn't bob her head thankfully and contended herself by assaulting the tip with her tongue, her eyes never leaving yours as she swirled her tongue about. You couldn't ignore it, so deft and slippery was her movements. Circular strokes, little wiggles, long lashes, circular licks, a ticklish flick – she spiced it up and kept to no pattern, leaving you endlessly on-edge and reluctantly moaning from the oral assault.

Mercifully Gura loosened her hold and slurped her lips up and off your cock. ''Heh. Scared?''

You refused to answer that.

Gura just smirked though, opening her mouth and licking her sharp teeth – your gaze locked onto the pink appendage as it ran over the sharpened tips. How she didn't cut her own tongue open you didn't know. ''Hm... I wonder what this little sausage would taste like~''

The teasing coo made you shiver, pursing your lips and shifting uncomfortably, daring to look about for help – but none was forthcoming, obviously. Gura snickered at your hesitation and responded by leaning down, her warm breath brushing over the bulbous tip before accepting you back into her mouth. Her tongue caressed the underside of your cock, guiding you down into her mouth... when she tilted her head slightly to the side, allowing her sharp teeth to once more sink down onto your dick.

And this time she didn't stay still. Slowly but gradually Gura continued to bob her head, her head tilted enough that the head of your cock poked against her left cheek and bulged it out, the fleshy wetness contrasting the dangerous feeling of her teeth holding your cock in place. With how she was bobbing her head it almost felt like she was giving you a hand-job, her teeth tugging your dick up then pushing back down again, pumping you. Not a moment afterwards you felt her right hand grab you by the balls, squeezing.

''Cuhm.'' Though her voice was mottled by the dick in her mouth it didn't hide her want, one that sent shivers racing up your spine.

You pursed your lips, not daring to look away lest she take the opportunity to bite your dick off. As if she could smell your fear Gura hummed against your shaft, her tongue lashing up against it and stroking more forced sounds from your throat, the heat building in your dick too intense to ignore. The fact you were getting off on this, even if unwillingly, brought a fresh sense of shame to you – and even more shamefully, arousal.

The feeling became all the more intense as Gura moved her head faster, the petite shark-girl getting you off with nothing but her warm mouth, wet tongue and sharp teeth. Heat shot up your swollen cock, the addictive warmth of her mouth overwhelming you, sending hot spasms convulsing through your pelvis and purging your mind of all thought, the air in your lungs becoming sparse-

-when Gura suddenly released your cock and leaned back. ''Haah~''

You curled your fingers into fists, inhaling a quick, ragged breath, your orgasm so dangerously close you might very well cum right then and there. Pre-cum glistened across the tip of your cock, throbs of pleasure coursing up it, and all it would take it a little squeeze or grope and you'd blow a load. However Gura didn't so much as touch you, a grin on her lips as she instead climbed onto your lap and straddled your cock, positioning herself directly above it.

''W-Wait...'' You tried to plead, stomach taut as you tensed. ''I'm about to...''

Gura grinned wider. ''I know.''

Then with little warning given she grabbed your dick, rubbed the head against her smooth, slightly-wet folds – and took you inside her.

It felt like heaven. Pure, unbridled heat lanced up your cock in an instant, her ungodly tight pussy clamping down on you – and with a soundless jerk you busted a load inside the petite shark-girl. Peripherally you were aware of her happy moan but barely heard it; mind overtaken by pleasure as you felt her inner walls tighten around your hypersensitive cock, squeezing out rope after rope of cum even as you made a total mess inside Gura's pussy, the slightest twitch of her muscles making her walls press down on you again, wringing you dry.

Slowly you came down from your orgasmic high, awareness returning to you – helped by a cold breeze that tickled your naked self, coaxing you out of your daze. You refocused on Gura, your face reddening as you soaked her in from head to toe; sat on your cock with her legs on either side of you. Gazing down at your connected parts you could see a thick ooze of white leak from her puffy folds, your seed pumped deep inside her. Whether there'd be any consequences for such a thing, or if she was just 'feeding' on you, you didn't know.

What you did know was that she wasn't done. Not yet, anyway.

''Heh.'' Putting her hands on your shoulders she gripped them. ''I'm just gettin' started.''

Then without warning Gura started to ride you. As she lifted herself up you could feel her inner walls clench around your sensitive cock, forcing a startled grunt out of you – you were so sensitive that just having her move felt downright mind-melting. Sticky squelches escaped your joined parts as well, your semen spilling out of her as she moved up-and-down your dick, using your cum as lube to get herself off with.

On instinct you grabbed her waist, trying to get her to stop moving, but Gura just dug her fingernails into your shoulders warningly – forcing you to relax your hold. Grinning at that the shark-girl continued bouncing onto your dick, her knees pressing against the stone under you as she moved and her thighs smacking down against your own; your cock ending all the way inside her with a slick-sounding squelch.

''Hah... hehe...'' Snickering mischievously Gura moved her right hand. ''Aw... what's the matter, you ain't enjoying this~?''

''No.'' You lied through pursed lips.

Even if your spirit rebelled against it... you couldn't deny that it felt good. Of being balls-deep in her tight pussy, her walls smothering your throbbing length and melting your mind with the slippery, sticky tightness, so intense it perked your cock back up to full hardness despite just cumming. You couldn't even lie and say it was because of Choco's corruptive magic or anything; this was all you.

Gura sensed that, her grin widening and showing off her shark-like teeth. She leaned in then, her breath tickling your left shoulder and grazing your neck – and then without warning she darted in, chomping down on you. This time she did draw blood, a startled sound escaping you as she bit you, sinking her teeth into your flesh and holding you tight – every little twitch from you making her teeth rake about. Your face contorted into a grimace, pain flaring as she hummed and licked up the leaking blood.

''Hah... hehe...'' Gura giggled into your shoulder between heavy, lustful breaths – still riding your cock all the while, her hips moving about in small circles and stirring you around her cum-covered insides.

The sensation was intense, and coupled with the pain searing your shoulder and climbing partway up your neck and you felt dizzy with the two opposing sensations – reflexively grabbing her waist. Only you misjudged where you put your hands and unintentionally grabbed her by the gills... and stuck a finger inside her.

To your surprise rather than shriek or snarl, Gura moaned. You froze at that as did she, and for a second you were worried she was going to get angry, but after a second she resumed bouncing onto your cock. Daringly you pushed your fingers into her slit-like gills, the flesh there wet and weird, but it made Gura moan all the same. It was a better alternative to being chomped so you did it more, fingering her gills as she impaled herself onto your sensitive shaft.

''Mmph, guh, aw man...'' Her teeth slid out of your shoulder and she dragged her tongue over the wounds, licking up the blood. ''Myn... keep doin' that...''

Hesitantly you did so, the pain in your shoulder somewhat muted by her tongue strokes and encouraging you to pump your fingers into her gills, the motion uncertain and a little disgusted, but it satisfied her all the same. She didn't leave you hanging either, continuing to bounce her hips and taking your dick deep between her folds, the tip hitting her innermost parts each time she dropped herself down onto you.

The sound of smacking flesh seemed to echo through the valley around you, so embarrassingly loud someone might overhear, but you forced yourself to forget that possibility and just focused on Gura. She leaned back from your shoulder as you did so, meeting your gaze and licking her bloodstained lips, said lips curving up into a grin. That grin lasted all of a few seconds before you fingered her gills again, wriggling your fingers about and coaxing a shaky moan out of the shark-girl, her womanhood tightening around your shaft.

You wanted to speak but couldn't; your throat closing up as waves of heat travelled down your dick. All you could feel was her sloppy tightness squeezing you; cum staining your crotch white as it oozed out around your shaft. Still Gura didn't stop moving, the shark-girl feverishly impaling herself onto your erect length and leaving you moaning for mercy, heat swelling up your cock with force and leaving you unable to resist her sloppy heat-

-until with a gasp you busted a second load inside of the shark-girl.

Gura let out a moan that would've been erotic on anyone other than a shark-toothed monster-girl, but in that moment you could hardly care – mind briefly overwhelmed with pleasure, wanted or not. The heat that throbbed up your cock, delivering bursts of cum into her depths, felt downright addictive in that moment and you unconsciously rocked your hips a little, a hiss forced up your throat as your orgasm slowly waned.

Gradually the blissful high dissipated and coherency returned to you, leaving you panting heavily. Your hands went behind you and pressed against the warm sunlit stone, every breath you drew in crisp and almost refreshing, though your gaze soon refocused on Gura – just in time to watch the shark-girl lift herself off your cock. The head slipped out with a wet-sounding pop, the way her walls clung to you to the very end sending a shiver through you. That, or it was because your cock was exposed to the chilly air sooner.

''Mm... really needed that~'' Gura mewled, more to herself than to you. ''Alright, wash your dick or whatever and then we're headin' back to camp, I'm hungry.''

Apparently considering you no threat the shark-girl turned her back to you and meandered over to where she left her hoodie, her re-summoned trident tapping against the ground with every step.

With a grimace you obeyed and set about cleaning the sweat and fluids off of your body, savouring what little time left you had away from the camp before you would have to return.

You glanced then over to the right, towards where you had first found the girls.

That was your escape route.

You were sure of it.

For now though, you just needed to bide your time.

[END]

A/N: Gill fingering sounds pretty lewd. Would probably be pretty weird to do, but if you had to do that or be stabbed by a grouchy Gura, I think the option is obvious, yes~

See you in Chapter 4: Breaking Out~