The Longest Road, Part 23
"W-what are you going to do?" Marta says in a small voice. A silly question, with an obvious answer. You slide your arms even tighter around her, pulling her against you while running your hand up her neck to caress her face. She trembles at your touch, the strength in her legs almost giving out just from that.
Greta looks on, anxiously biting her lower lip. You meet her eyes and give the girl a quick, reassuring smile, a silent promise that you won't treat her mother badly. Then you turn back to Marta. "Right now... we're going to do something about that loneliness you're carrying around inside you," you say. "This is going to be a night that you and your daughter remember for the rest of your lives."
"No!" Marta protests, spurred by the mention of her daughter. "No, Greta... you have to get out of here! You can't let him—"
But her voice cuts off in shock as Greta ignores her, instead stepping up to wrap the older woman in an embrace from behind, sandwiching her between the two of you. "It's too late," she murmurs into her mother's ear, causing her eyes to go wide. "He already did it. Even before he joined the caravan. He tricked me into an alley with him... and then he fucked me. There was nothing I could do. There was nothing I wanted to do. Because it was the most amazing thing that ever happened to me. And now... it's going to happen to both of us."
Marta lets out a strangled gasp as Greta's hands begin to undo the simple bindings on the front of her dress, her own daughter offering her up to your demonic clutches. "No..." she moans, twisting a little in your arms. There's little force behind it, though, and you can hear the guilty desire building underneath her words. "It's not... We can't..."
You silence her with a kiss, your tongue invading her mouth and laying claim to it, her half-hearted protests becoming a needy whimper into your mouth. This gives Greta all the time she needs to finish stripping her mother, pulling her dress down to pool around her ankles. You pull away from Marta, leaving her dazed, and turn to Greta. "Good girl."
Greta gives you a smile—shy yet seductive—then slips out of her own dress, an action she's had quite a bit of practice with of late. You lean in, this time to give her a kiss. Marta is still pressed between you, her own face mere inches away as she watches her naked daughter adoringly intertwine her tongue with a demon's. Your hands are not idle either; they mercilessly molest the older woman's body while you make out with Greta.
Eventually you give them a respite, stepping back to remove your own clothes. Greta's arms snake around her mother, holding her tight to prevent her from escaping. Not that there's much desire to escape left in the woman anyway. Once you're also naked, you advance on the two of them. Marta's eyes are drawn to your exposed, erect cock, and she sucks in a shocked breath. As expected, you compare quite... favorably... to her husband. To the point that she looks a bit nervous.
Greta gives a tug on her mother's shoulders, pulling both of them to their knees. You continue to advance, until your cock is pressed against Marta's face. She shudders, inhaling your scent. The two of you lock eyes as she looks up at you, and you place your hand affectionately on her head. "Don't be afraid," you say. "Just give in. And let yourself fall."
You can see it in her eyes as her last resistance crumbles into nothing. She opens her mouth, obediently running her warm, wet tongue along your length. Greta comes in from the other side, mirroring the action. You place a hand on her head as well, guiding them both as they service your cock. Marta shivers as her tongue brushes against her daughter's with increasing frequency as their service becomes more intense.
They lick at you with increasing fervor, throwing themselves into the act the more your aphrodisiac increases their pleasure. Soon they're taking you deeper into their mouths in long, alternating stretches. You notice that—thanks to your training—it is Greta who is the most skilled at fellatio, with her mother watching her for guidance. It seems Arne truly was neglecting his wife.
On and on it goes, your own pleasure mounting, until you're ready to move to the next step. You pull their heads back, positioning them cheek-to-cheek, their bodies rubbing together as you let yourself come, releasing an inhuman torrent of cum to splatter across their faces and breasts. Greta turns hungrily to her mother, arms sliding around her as she begins to lick her clean of your delicious, lust-inflaming semen. Marta is a bit more hesitant, but she returns the favor, and soon the two are locked in a writhing embrace.
As they finish you pull Greta away, pushing her down onto the forest floor and mounting her. She moans at the feeling of your cock at her entrance, but you turn to look right into Marta's wide eyes. You want her to see this. To kneel there, watching a demon fuck her precious little girl right in front of her, while she does nothing to stop it... before it happens to her as well.
Then you thrust into Greta. She lets out a delirious cry, wrapping her arms and legs around you as you ravage her. The audience is definitely turning her on even more than usual, her hot folds clamping down on you as you plunder her defenseless young body.
Glancing up again, you see that Marta is breathing heavily, her body shaking with need, her eyes glued to the carnal display. Then—knowing full well that you're watching her—she begins to masturbate to her daughter's violation, abandoning all dignity in complete surrender to the lust you've awakened in her.
Your victory secure, you continue to fuck Greta, brining her to orgasm after orgasm as she writhes beneath you, until finally you unload deep within her, leaving her a shuddering mess. You pull out, then sit back and beckon to Marta, who immediately obeys. She crawls over to where you're now sitting, climbing into your lap and pressing herself against you without hesitation.
Your hands slide up her torso, squeezing her breasts while she positions herself on your still-hard shaft. She's trembling with anticipation, her breath coming in gasps. You give her a moment to really appreciate her fate... and then you pull her down, impaling her.
Marta lets out a cry of wanton abandon as you claim her, giving herself over to the act. She bounces against you, slamming herself down again and again, your cock filling her exquisitely each time. Her long hair hangs disheveled around her as she gives herself to you, holding nothing back.
Eventually, Greta recovers enough to join in again, circling around behind you and pressing herself against your back, kissing down your neck as she grinds her skin against yours. Her hands reach around you to aid in molesting her mother, the three of you locked in a torrid, sweat-slicked intersection of flesh that seems to stretch on forever.
Finally, when it seems Marta can bear no more, you let yourself release into the motherly woman. She gives one last plaintive cry from her as your seed fills her, making her glorious defilement complete. She slumps in your arms, leaning limply against you until you gently lower her to the forest floor and turn back to Greta.
For a while you alternate between the two of them, slaking your hunger on their bodies as they offer themselves to you. By the time you finish your strength is restored, and night has well and truly fallen. You help them clean up, playing with them a bit more as you do, and then lead them back toward the caravan.
The two of them hold hands on the way back. They don't say much, but it feels as though a weight has been lifted from Marta's shoulders, and her smile seems a bit more genuine and unforced. You don't know what the long-term effects will be, but perhaps this has given her a bit of perspective on her situation that she didn't have before. Either way, now that you've fed, the next step will be to get back and put your recovered strength to use.
Though as it turns out... it doesn't even take that long. You've almost reached the camp when you hear the whispered voices.
They're trying to be quiet; without your demonic senses, you probably wouldn't have noticed them. But hiding under the cover of night doesn't work quite so well against someone with your inhuman hearing and perfect night vision. You hush Marta and Greta, whispering urgently for them to stay where they are. Then you move forward to investigate.
As you draw closer, you realize that it's a group of about a dozen people. Most of them are rough-looking men, wearing ragged clothes and carrying a hodge-podge of weapons. A few have blades, but most have clubs and shoddy-looking bows. The figure they are clustered around, however, is much more familiar. It's the hooded assassin girl, her face once again obscured by that red scarf.
"No! We wait for the right moment!" the girl is hissing. "Just do as I say, and this will all work out. I'll tell you when to move, and I'll lure the guard into the blind spot we settled on. All you need to do is help subdue him before anyone hears."
The men glance at each other, a low muttering spreading between them. One of the more formidable-looking ones speaks up, a grizzled, muscular man with an eyepatch. "Still don't understand what the point of this is," he grumbles. "Just grabbing one lousy guard? What's that supposed to do? I don't see it."
"You don't need to see it," the young assassin shoots back. "Just do as you're told, and I'll pay you all enough that you'll be able to get out of this shithole of a forest and make it back in civilization."
The men might not understand what's going on, but you can certainly guess. Attacking Khaytala directly had failed. So had trying to swarm the caravan with shamblers. Seeing that, the assassin must have decided to go all-in on the one actual advantage she had over Khaytala. Her protectiveness over the people in her charge. That, after all, was the only approach that had given the assassin any measure of success, when she had exploited it to hit Khaytala with the poisoned crossbow bolt. Now the assassin wanted a hostage, expecting it would put Khaytala in an even worse position.
Interestingly, the thugs surrounding her don't seem to be privy to the full details of her plan. It sounds like they're mere allies of convenience, hired from camps of outlaws, poachers or other desperate outsiders stuck living in these woods.
But thanks to you taking your own nighttime excursion, you have a chance to get ahead of this murderous waif who has been dogging your footsteps and complicating your plans. She's probably waiting for Khaytala to return to her tent for the night before making her move, which means you could slip back and alert her, attacking them preemptively, unleashing the bloody chaos of battle without any delay.
Alternatively, you could let them capture the guard, then follow them back to their camp before returning to give Khaytala the location. That might allow you to attack them while they're more unprepared, though it would expose the guard to risk, both in the ambush and as a hostage.
Or, as a third option... you could "accidentally" stumble into their trap, allowing them to capture you as the hostage. Since you haven't revealed your regeneration, the assassin doesn't know what you can actually survive, giving you a unique advantage as her "hostage". But even more importantly, it would let you ply the ears of these hastily-hired thugs... none of which seem (to your eyes) to have any great undying loyalty to their employer.
The possibilities for manipulation are... intriguing, to say the least.
If you follow that path, however, you'll need to decide whether or not to let Khaytala know. You could have Marta convey a message, telling Khaytala that you've let yourself be captured. That would give her time to prepare, and you could deal with the assassin together, orchestrating your own manipulations to spring right as the assassin attempts to use you as a hostage.
It would also give her time to worry over you, which might help move along your larger mission with her seduction.
Alternatively, you could tell Marta and Greta to keep silent. While going it alone might be more risky, it also might give you more of a free hand in terms of how you deal with the assassin, since you're not entirely sure what approach Khaytala will take, or how her plans and presence will complicate your own designs.
Either way, this is your chance to make a decisive move against the foe that has been threatening you all along this journey. The question is... what approach do you want to take?