A/N: I think this chapter turned out a good bit better than the last. Do give your thoughts~

That aside, do enjoy~

The Haar

Chapter 13: Sheffield, Charybdis, Hermione

Sheffield, as her appearance might suggest, was a very diligent woman.

Be it handling Her Majesty's orders or keeping the port tidy, she excelled in diligence and that too extended to the battlefield. Though she had only a handful of Royal Maids under her, with others either remaining back at home or split up between different 'fleets' for the duration of the Island 13 operation, she still commanded them with the same cold efficiency that she normally acted with.

As such during the course of their incursion they had sustained minimal losses and just as few injuries. The moment an opportunity arose then she slipped away from the main fleet with her allies in tow under the guise of sweeping the area, a duty that New Jersey was glad to hand over to her given how capable she'd proven herself to be thus far – however, contrary to her words she had no intentions of performing a sweep of the area, not when their allies were already doing the same thing.

Rather, it was to collect samples.

Had the option been present things like monster corpses would've been preferable, but since this was a clandestine operation that high command didn't want the other nations knowing about quite yet, they had no choice but to only take small, easily-disguisable samples that, if they were caught, could be passed off as just personal curiosity or war trophies. The more discerning ships would naturally be able to see through the lie... but not if they didn't know the samples were being taken in the first place.

''Pack up.'' Sheffield intoned simply, sheathing her own vials under her skirt – the small bands sewn into the material keeping them hidden unless one were to outright lift her skirt up all the way.

Behind her Hermione and Charybdis uttered a dutiful agreement, finishing collecting the mushroom samples and packing them away. Though the fauna on the island retained some similarities to normal fauna, mutations and other anomalies could be seen easily. Such as a red toadstool mushroom that had inexplicitly grown black barbs from the white spots of flesh, or some vines that had developed hook-like growths, or flowers that had the ability to propel their pollen outwards like a shotgun blast. Not wholly alien, but abnormal enough to invite research.

Specifically as to why inhuman monsters not only existed on this island and this island alone, but why the very fauna on the island had changed from its original state – or in some cases, developed anew all by itself.

It would be easy to write it off as Mirror Sea shenanigans, or the Sirens playing their hand, but Sheffield wasn't foolish enough to believe that. Everything was rooted in fact, in logic, at its core. The Sirens weren't irrational or random, but simply operated on a set of rules unknown to them, thus making them unpredictable. The Mirror Seas weren't unfathomable and alien, just operated on principles beyond them currently. Likewise this island wasn't so much 'alien' as it was 'unknown' – the principles behind it, the operating procedures, currently veiled from them.

Thus it begged the question – what would cause a random island undergoing experiments to suddenly develop a Mirror Sea that summoned monsters and changed the fauna on the island?

'Perhaps in summoning the fog, they overlapped an existing world with ours?' Sheffield pondered as Hermione and Charybdis gathered up all their items. 'Perhaps... I suppose there's no point in speculation. I'll present my theories to Her Majesty when this operation is over. Best to focus on the mission right now.'

Nodding to herself Sheffield waited another moment for the two maids to gather themselves before she turned and set off back towards the fleet.

Or she would've, had the hairs on her neck not prickled – a sudden sense of danger halting her footing.

And then without warning a Crocodilian burst out of the swamp water in front of her. Sheffield leapt back in time to evade its grab and summoned her rigging without missing a beat, eyes narrowed as she pulled both pistols in front of herself and opened fire – a rapid salvo of shells pummelling the armoured beast and chipping its exterior armour, before ultimately breaking through it with a sustained barrage.

But it wasn't the only one. All around them other Crocodilians burst out of the murky swamp water and climbed ashore, snapping their jaws and hissing in delight as they stomped towards them. Sheffield held her ground, scowling as she pointed at one and fired, blasting it back before swapping to another, two pops engulfing it in smoke until a salvo from Hermione cut through the veil, blasting the creature to pieces.

'Durable enough to tank a salvo or so, but not enough to endure sustained fire.' Sheffield meticulously noted. 'Perhaps heavier guns would have an easier time.'

Such thoughts were put on-hold as a Crocodilian burst through the horde and rushed straight for her. With golden eyes narrowed Sheffield opened fire, one shell after the next leaving her two pistols and pummelling the incoming monster but failing to stop it, its claw reaching for her – and prompting her to deftly side-step it at the last possible moment, popping it twice in its knee and succeeding in breaking the bone within, sending it staggering and allowing her to finish a salvo to its head.

But the horde was still coming and even with the three of them working in sync, they could only put so many shells down range – and the island didn't give them the breathing room needed to hold their ground well. The result was obvious.

''Fall back to the fleet!'' Sheffield called out, rushing left towards the islands leading back to their allies.

Hermione and Charybdis called out agreements, their hurried footfalls not far behind her. The Crocodilians gave chase but they didn't slow down to fight them any longer, conserving their ammo and shooting only when needed to knock them back and clear a path, allowing the trio to leap over onto the adjacent island and towards the next-

-but before they could numerous green tentacles burst out of the water, narrowly missing a grab at Sheffield. The maid stumbled just short and shot two tentacles that tried to grab her wrists, grimacing as she hurriedly kept firing – beating back the tentacles with precise shots, blowing them apart with each one. However what the tendrils lacked in durability they made up for it with sheer numbers, more and more rising to replace those lost like an undersea hydra. Making things worse was the fact the Crocodilians were rapidly catching up with them, landing on the island and held back only by Hermione's guns, but only just.

Sheffield glanced left, towards another path. It'd lead them parallel to the fleet rather than towards them, but right now it was their best bet. ''This way!''

Without missing a beat Hermione and Charybdis obeyed her orders, the maid trio leaping over onto the narrow island next to them and running along it. Tentacles arose from behind but Charybdis turned her turrets as best she could and fired back at them, keeping them at bay as they made their escape – when one tentacle went for her ankle.

It never reached her as Sheffield fired a shell back, blasting the tentacle apart. ''Keep moving!''

''Y-Yes!'' Charybdis called back.

Sheffield turned her gaze ahead, the islands becoming smaller and forcing them to leap between them more and more – until they reached a dense section of forest amidst the swamp. Thick, twisted trunks curled up into the thick canopy that left the surrounding waters dark and the interior of the grove barely lit; sunlight struggling to pierce through the leaves outside of thin streams of light. However with no other option the three maids kept running, their heels splashing in shallow water was the boggy ground turned into six-inch-deep water, the ground unseen under the brownish muck.

The dense grove created almost something like an enclave; thick trunks forming a ring with the only exit being the one they came through. The thought prompted her to point her guns at the entrance, prepared to turn it into a choke point...

...but no monsters came.

The thought made Sheffield lower her guns, if only slightly. In the distance she could see the Crocodilians still on the islands, one or two of them snapping and slashing at the tentacles in a rage, but others just... looked at them. Angry, snapping, but not approaching.

'Why?' Sheffield was puzzled as she watched the humanoid crocodiles slip back into the water, their forms causing ripples on the surface as they swam away. 'Surely they don't understand what a chokepoint is?'

Suddenly the hairs on her neck prickled once more and she looked around, wary. The dark grove was still and too small to hide anything; maybe a dozen or two feet in diameter, if that. Yet when she looked down she spied ripples spreading across the water, not caused by any of their movements.

Rustling in the canopy above made her head snap up, but there was nothing.

''...something isn't righ- hn?!''

Suddenly her rigging de-manifested. It wasn't like she dismissed it, but like it was forcibly switched off – and more worryingly when she tried to bring it back it simply refused, like there was now a mental wall between her and her rigging, preventing her from summoning it. Hermione and Charybdis suffered the same fate, their own riggings forcibly de-summoned, leaving them defenceless.

Leaving them easy prey.

Abruptly the mud under Sheffield's feet shifted – and a pair of hands burst out and grabbed her ankles. The cruiser gasped in shock and tried to stumble away but their hold was unyielding, the humanoid hands squeezing her ankles as their owner emerged up from the shallow water. From the bog came a hairless head of grey, deathly-pale skin, the humanoid head joined by an equally-humanoid figure. That was where the similarities to a person ended though, Sheffield realised with dawning dread, noting its skeletal ribcage and sickly white eyes, along with its bony fingers and sharp nails.

A Ghoul. That was the only comparison she could make.

Not a second later even more Ghouls emerged from the mud beneath their feet, several blocking the only exit – but Sheffield's focus remained on the one holding her ankles still. Gritting her teeth she jerked her leg and managed to free it, allowing her to kick the undead creature in the face and knock it back – but then another was right behind her, wrapping its arms around her waist and cackling into her ear; a low, raspy sound that send chills down her spine.

''Unhand me.'' Sheffield coldly ordered, elbowing the creature but failing to remove it. ''Hn-!''

Though unarmed the skeletal creature revealed its strength as it squeezed her almost in a hug, but the embrace was anything but comforting – knocking the air out of her lungs as it yanked her back into it. Sheffield wheezed in surprise and stuck her fingers under its forearm, trying to pry it off so she could breathe, but the Ghoul just hugged her tighter and made her eyes bulge. It felt like it was trying to squeeze her organs into mush, her lungs unable to get any air into them as she struggled fiercely, her heels stabbing into its feet but failing to do anything but encourage it.

Then just as she began to feel faint it released her. Sheffield stumbled and nearly fell but another Ghoul was there, chittering mirthfully as it shoved her back against the trunk of a tree. Its peers were there in an instant, snatching one arm each and holding her limbs back against the wood, inspiring a rare fear inside of Sheffield – her sole visible eye widening even as her expression twisted into an angry grimace. Vengefully she kicked out with her legs but the Ghoul in front of her endured her strikes, still grinning as it pushed its naked body against her own and yanked her skirt up, exposing her bare nether regions – no panties or anything to cover her loins.

Allowing its grey, swollen cock to push along her pussy lips once, twice – and then on the third go it slammed between her petals, claiming her.

''HN!'' Sheffield bit her tongue so she didn't scream; her expression contorted into one of pain. ''B-Bast- nn!''

Another thrust quelled her imminent curse, as did the one after that – the sickly-looking Ghoul grinning madly as it grabbed the back of her thighs and sunk its fingers into her supple flesh, slamming its cock up into her. She felt her insides be speared apart by its cock, gasps forced out of her as it hilted within her. She tried to struggle but the Ghoul's grip on her thighs made it impossible, leaving her helpless as the monster's girth jammed inside of her hard and fast, no lubrication or anything to ease it into her depths.

With teeth clenched Sheffield glared into the milky eyes of the monster defiling her, her shoulders jerking as she tried valiantly to free her arms just so she could poke its eyes out as payback, but the other two Ghouls held her down with minimal effort. Their mere presence seemed to sap the strength from her, a fuzziness forced upon her mind as the one in the middle gladly buried its dick inside of her, groin practically pressing against hers as its cock-head kissed her cervix. The stabbing pain that came with losing her first had waned only slightly, but arguably worse still was the smidgen of pleasure she felt.

The thought made her sick, nauseous, angry. But there was no ignoring the uncomfortable twist of satisfaction in her loins as its cock slammed up into her, her insides becoming a little wet as her body tried to make the penetration a little easier on her – but it just encouraged the Ghoul to speed up, its swollen shaft pumping between her petals and smearing her nectar across her folds, the wet squelch of it entering her so shameful it left Sheffield's cheeks burning with humiliation.

'Damn it, I need to... I...' Sheffield struggled to think straight – the pumping organ in her pussy making it hard. Not helped by the strange fuzziness plaguing her mind. 'Dammit, think...!'

Her thoughts were interrupted, however, as the Ghoul shoved its face into her neck – snickering into her flesh as it dragged its tongue along her smooth creamy flesh or sucked on it, coming so close to biting her that it made her instinctively tense up. Which was what the Ghoul seemed to want, her pussy clenching tighter around it as she tensed and making the creature cackle in delight, its raspy breath brushing over her skin between licks.

The disgusting sensation of having its long, wet tongue slap against her skin was only made worse as she felt its cock throb inside of her – the meaning not lost on Sheffield. Yet the maid could do nothing but clench her teeth and brace herself, enduring the monster's senseless pounding, her pussy sore as she was forced to take its decently-sized dick against her will and felt its tip batter her cervix-

-and then with little warning it came, jets of seed bursting inside of her. Even though she'd prepared herself mentally for it there was no ignoring the sensation of its warm fluid pouring into her womb, a shudder of disgust trembling through Sheffield as she was forcibly impregnated the monster. Some small part of her wondered if this was the better option than the tentacles or Crocodilians, but quenched the thought quickly. She'd rather not be defiled at all.

'Your Majesty, forgive me... for your maid has been sullied by the enemy...'

As if reading her thoughts the Ghouls gladly resumed, another cock sliding into her mere moments after the first left.

X-x-X

Charybdis saw Sheffield get attacked. She saw the Ghouls emerge from the mud.

But she didn't see the one that crawled out of the mud behind her, grabbing her breasts from behind. Charybdis cried out in alarm and tried to turn around but the monster held onto her big tits with an uncomfortably-firm grip, pressing itself against her ass and forcing her to notice its rock-hard erection.

Naturally the maid began to struggle, grunting and crying out for aid – but a glance from the corner of her eye revealed her peers were in the same situation, already restrained and quickly being subdued. The thought just prompted her to struggle harder, wanting to help her comrades, but the monster squeezing her breasts wasn't so willing to relinquish her. A fact made acutely apparent to her as another Ghoul shambled in front of her, milky-white eyes staring down at her and with a broad, almost-perverted grin on its lips.

And then without warning the Ghoul restraining her shifted its bony fingers to her dress and pulled – ripping her dress open. Charybdis let out a startled shriek, redness colouring her cheeks as her breasts were shamefully exposed to the humanoid monsters, but the moment she tried to cover herself with one arm the Ghoul behind her grabbed the limb, yanking it back whilst its other reached down, yanking her skirt up. She made it difficult for it, kicking her leg out and trying in vain to throw a punch behind herself, but any blows she managed were tragically weak – the angle unfeasible, not that she was a good melee fighter anyway.

Her flowing black skirt finally came up to her waist, allowing the Ghoul behind her to reach between her legs – eliciting a yelp from Charybdis as it groped her crotch, fingers sliding along her clothed pussy. At the same time the Ghoul in front of her groped her breasts, its bony fingers sinking into her plump flesh and hefting her tits about, its gleeful grin seeming all too human on such a monstrous face.

'Human...?' The thought struck Charybdis, glancing down.

Not to the Ghoul's hanging cock, but to the key-card still dangling around its neck from a lanyard, covered in mud and gunk as it was. Doctor Eisen-something.

This man is- was human.

Charybdis was snapped harshly from her thoughts as the Ghoul behind her yanked on her panties, the fabric digging into her groin only briefly before it gave way, tearing apart and exposing her nether regions to the muggy swamp air. The bulbous tip of what was unmistakably a penis brushed against her ass and she struggled with renewed vigour, trying to speak but her words getting jumbled up in a frantic mess, coming out in stutters and stammers.

''W-Wait, don't! W-We can help turn you back to normal, we-!''

She got no further before the bulbous tip slipped between her nether lips, and Charybdis screamed as the Ghoul unceremoniously shoved its cock inside of her. It was her first time and she felt that fact acutely; a sharp stab in her groin as the monster buried itself greedily inside of her, not even taking the care of lubricate itself. The deep penetration knocked the air from her lungs and she had no time to regain it before the Ghoul pulled back, both of its hands grabbing her shoulders and pushing her forwards, forcing her to bend over at the waist.

Which just made it so much easier for it to defile her – its skeletal hips jerking forwards and slamming itself inside of her womanhood, fucking piercing cries out of Charybdis once more, her wails tearful as the monster plunged its girth in-and-out of her. The only mercy afforded was that the Ghoul's cock wasn't as large as an average monster's, nor came with barbs or any other sort of inhuman traits – but the knowledge that former humans were so eagerly defiling her, that the Ghouls around her were looking on with mad glee, just made the shame so much worse.

She'd devoted her life to protecting humans. Now those that had fallen were taking their revenge on her for not saving them too.

Suddenly a dick sprung up in her face, making Charybdis flinch back as much as possible – only for wiry, bony fingers to shove through her grey hair and yank her in. Against her will her mouth was forced onto the Ghoul's cock, the monster in front of her crooning in delight as it shoved itself in to the back of her throat, making Charybdis gag and choke on its dick. Mercifully it pulled back for a split-second but that was the extend of its kindness, as its cock soon slammed right back into her mouth and hit the back of her throat once more.

''Ghk-! Gh-! M-Mnghk!''

Wet gagging sounds escaped the kind-hearted maid as she was so roughly used from the front and back, her mouth fucked like an onahole whilst her pussy was plundered by the Ghoul behind her, its bony fingers digging into her child-bearing hips to steady her. The Ghoul in front of her, on the other hand, curled its fingers into her hair and pulled on it, causing her to cry out around its dick – only encouraging the monster to shove itself down her throat, balls smacking against her chin and its other hand reaching under herself, cupping one of her hanging breasts and squeezing it eagerly.

Its other hand soon shifted to her chest too, handling both of her breasts – something of a mercy since it wasn't pulling her hair any longer. Not that it stopped the undead creature from fucking her mouth like it was its own personal glory hole, slurring and hissing in delight as her nose was shoved into its groin again and again, her legs feeling weak as oxygen became scarce. The Ghoul behind her kept her standing though, even though every powerful thrust of its hips made her want to collapse, her loins aching as its girth throbbed against her tender, formerly-virgin insides.

''Mn... nn-nn!'' Charybdis did her best to shake her head, to show her opposition-

-but the Ghouls didn't care, didn't even acknowledge her feeble plea to stop. Instead the one fucking her mouth pulled out and instead shoved its dick between her hanging tits, pushing her boobs together and thrusting between them – the harsh handling of her tits making Charybdis wince and whimper, tears wet around her eyes as she could only stand there and take it, feeling its wet cock throb against her sore flesh.

The Ghoul behind her howled then; a weak, strangled sort of sound even as it moved its hips with more force, more vigour. Her ass was clapped to the point it felt almost numb, her cheeks sore and knocking the air out of her lungs as it relentlessly raped her – not a pause nor slow to its motions, its undead nature seeming to grant it endless stamina. The constant friction of its cock sliding between her walls made her head spin and coupled with the Ghoul playing with her tits and it was becoming hard to think straight, her head aching-

And then with a sudden, strangled groan the Ghoul behind her climaxed. Charybdis flinched as gushes of warmth filled her womanhood – pouring out in thick, sticky spurts not unlike human cum, splattering across her inner walls and pouring into her womb. Whether undead like them could get her pregnant she wasn't sure but the sensation made her cringe and sob to herself, barely even registering the other Ghoul that gleefully busted its own load between her breasts, its sticky heat spurting between her hanging boobs or staining the front of her dress, the rest spurting down onto her skirt.

''N-Nn...'' Charybdis whimpered as the Ghoul finally pulled out of her sore, abused pussy. ''A-Are you done now...? Please, we can still help yo-''

She got her answer as another Ghoul got behind her, and Charybdis wailed as she was claimed once more.

Raped by those she swore to protect.

X-x-X

Hermione was the last to be grabbed – albeit a mere few seconds after Charybdis had been.

Her wrists snatched from below she was hauled forwards, a surprise cry flung from her lips as she was dragged down onto the water – nearly submerged with only a little bit of her still above the liquid, enough to breathe freely when the water was calm. With countless Ghouls climbing out of the mud though things were far from calm, making her splutter and spit as manky swamp water got in her mouth.

The water became the least of her concerns though as one of the Ghoul got on top of her, the front of her dress grabbed – and Hermione shrieked as the humanoid monster ripped it down. The material tore easily and her breasts were laid bare, the cups of her dress falling apart and leaving nothing to cover her tits. She tried with her arms though, covering herself as she gazed up in alarm at the creature on top of her, but the Ghoul just grinned and snatched her wrists, pulling them aside.

Then its hands came in, groping her tits. Hermione blushed a deep red and tried to pry its hands away but the monster suddenly darted down – and a startled yelp escaped her as it sucked on her right nipple, taking the pink bud between its dark grey lips and sucking. Its mouth felt unpleasantly cold while its tongue was swollen and slimy, the uncomfortable sensation propelling the maid to push and shove against the Ghoul, trying to get it off.

She succeeded – partially. She got it off of her tit.

Not off of her, though.

A fact made apparent as the Ghoul reached down and pushed her legs apart. The thing netting that comprised the front of her skirt snapped with little more than a tug, her black underwear bared to the creature. With frantic squeaks Hermione tried to scramble backwards and managed to make a few feet of distance but the second she tried to stand the Ghoul pinned her back down again, leering at her as it grabbed her panties and pulled them down.

''S-Stop-!'' She squeaked and shoved its hand back, stumbling back to her feet.

But once more it caught her, like a cat playing with a mouse. The Ghoul shoved her up against a tree only to immediately grab her thighs, yanking her legs out from under her and sending Hermione splashing down into the disgusting swamp water with a cry. She scrambled to get her arms under her but the monster had its hands in her panties once more, yanking them down to her knees before just snapping them outright – pulling so hard the material came apart.

Bottomless now Hermione tried to flee, but it was still in vain. With a gleeful croon the Ghoul grabbed her right thigh and pulled it to the side, forcibly rolling her onto her back and immediately getting between her legs. It was forceful with her, its cock pressing against her bare pussy and grinding up it, its gaunt, grinning face mere inches from her own as it taunted her with her fate, its bony hands catching her wrists and holding them down, leaving her unable to do anything but lay there and let it grind on her sex.

She didn't have to endure it for long though as it reared its hips back – and Hermione cried out as it deflowered her, its girth spearing inside of her and crashing up against the gates of her womb in one go. The deep penetration sent a cold shock through her groin, her gasp turning into a strangled sort of whimper, but without remorse the Ghoul just started to thrust; gleefully burying itself into her tight virgin pussy over and over again, managing to fit its entire cock in her fairly easily with how rough it was being.

''Nn! Ah, plea- ah~!''

Their flesh audibly slapped together whilst the water around them sloshed and bubbled, the Ghoul's length forcing itself into her tight pink hole, its groin nearly colliding with her own as it so shamelessly used her for its own pleasure. Even as she tried to struggle it endure any hits she managed to land and just kept rutting into her, grinning like a fool the whole time as it battered her innermost parts and made her squeeze down tightly on it, every tensing of muscle making her clench around it.

Aided when its right hand grabbed at her chest. Hermione cried out at its rough hold, grimacing as the monster roughly manhandled her tit – squishing, hefting it about, even giving her tit a slap before going back to kneading it so carelessly. The discomfort was nothing compared to the ache in her loins though as it inserted itself into her, like forcing a key into the wrong lock – winces flashing across her face when it jammed itself inside too roughly or squeezed her breast too harshly, leaving her a pained mess.

From around the Ghoul she could spy the others also in the same situation. Charybdis bent over at the waist and getting spitroasted, her expression one of pain as one of the Ghouls manhandled her chest too. Sheffield on the other hand was pinned to a tree and ruthlessly being raped by one Ghoul in particular, its cock gleaming with her juices as it senselessly jammed it inside of her, the anger yet bitter resignation in Sheffield's eyes crushing Hermione's own hope.

If Sheffield didn't see any way to escape, was there any point in her trying too?

Hermione was snapped back to reality as the Ghoul shifted its hands down to her thighs, forcibly spreading them further as and holding her close as it continued defiling her. It leaned over her more, grunting and groaning in bliss as it stuffed its dick inside of her, barely caring when she stopped resisting and just let it have its way with her – her lack of resistance doing little to stop it from ploughing her raw.

Until abruptly it sheathed itself deep within her and came. The sudden creampie knocked the air out of her lungs, alarm in Hermione's eyes as its molten-hot seed burst into her womb and filled her to the brim. She shuddered, arching her back before flopping back into the mud, her clothes already soaked through with swamp water and her spirit crushed by the events unfolding around her.

And as she laid there, Hermione whimpered out a feeble question. ''W-Why...?

To her surprise, she got an answer.

''For our queen... born in the dark...''

And then the Ghoul shoved its cock into her mouth, face-fucking Hermione into submission as another Ghoul took its turn with her pussy.

[END]

A/N: What's this~? A hint of actual plot in a Grand smut fic~? Have the stars finally aligned~?

Whether something will become of this, we'll just have to wait and see~

See you next time in Chapter 14: Aquila, Pompeo Magno, Nicoloso da Recco~