Interlude - A little fisting goes a long way (1/2)

Kora, Xera and their newly named master made their way down the road at a leisurely pace. Boxxy had already filled up its near-bottomless stomach so it was in no particular rush for once. Its familiars, however, seemed to be in the middle of a heated debate. It seems Kora still had some gripes over the way they fought at the former city of Monotal an hour ago.

“You burned me up on purpose back there, didn’t you!?” she said accusingly.

“Your big head just got in the way of my Fireball!” deflected Xera.

“As if! I know how you backstabbing whores work! You arranged it in such a way that I’d run into those Spells face-first!”

She was, in fact, correct. The succubus wouldn’t be able to aim directly at something the contract stated was an ally. However, ‘accidents’ happen in firefights. As for the reason she did something like that, well, she just felt like it. Technically speaking they had already delivered the core, so their orders were fulfilled. The humans had little to no chance of stopping it at that point. So Xera had taken that opportunity to bully Kora a little. With a well-placed Fireball to the face.

“Tch, figured it out huh?” she whispered under her breath while clicking her tongue.

“Hey! I heard that!”

“Oh yeah?! What are you going to do about it? Flex at me until I die of boredom?!”

“Why you- Oh! That’s right! Master! Requesting permission to smack-a-bitch!”

“Huh?”

The Mimic, who was doing an amazing job ignoring the conversation, suddenly got dragged into it.

“What this moron means to say is we want to fight each other to the death,” clarified Xera. They had been at each other’s throats for a while now, so she was very much looking forward to putting the uppity moron in her place.

“Ah. Okay. Just make it quick. I’m going to take a break over there.”

It didn’t particularly care about their petty issues. If they needed to beat the shit out of each other then it saw no reason to stop them. They were still technically in the forest where it had spent a few days hunting, so there were no particularly dangerous enemies around. Besides, it was feeling a bit tired from running with all its might to escape that explosion, so it went over to the side of the road and sat down to rest a bit.

The two demons were already at it by that time though. Kora had taken a swing at Xera pretty much the instant Boxxy let out that casual ‘Okay.’ Xera saw it coming a mile away and retreated high into the air well before the attack could reach her, much to her opponent’s chagrin.

“Urgh! Get down here so I can smash you!”

“Haha! As if!” taunted the succubus from above. “Get roasted, dumbass! Fireball!”

Kora dove to the side, avoiding the Spell completely.

“Fireball!”

A second one came down immediately after, which was also dodged. The third and fourth ones followed soon after.

Unlike Shadowbolt, Fireball was a more efficient Spell with a base Cost of only 20 MP. This meant that Xera, who currently had over 800 MP, could keep firing them as much as she wanted. All while flying well out of reach of hear grounded opponent.

And try as she might, Kora could not dodge forever. The fifth and sixth Spells hit her in the back and shoulder, respectively. The Devouring Flames from Xera’s Pyromancer Job clung to her, draining even more of her HP. There was no way she could keep avoiding those until Xera ran out of MP. Even if she did, she had no way of reaching her.

Or at least, that’s how things would have been before their latest summoning.

A summoned familiar’s overall strength relies entirely on how much MP was used up to forge their physical bodies. It wouldn’t be inaccurate to say that the MP spent by the Warlock was directly converted into Attributes and Levels. The species of the demon dictated which Attributes would be the strongest, as well as its Main Job. For example, all fiends would have a high degree of STR and END, with a fair amount of AGI and DEX, but in return their INT and WIS would be pathetically low. They would also predictably have the Fiend Job, which had a very strict set of Skills available. Only Pit Fiends had access to the Idiotic Strength Skill, though.

So in some ways, it was safe to assume what a demon was capable of based on its species. However, Masteries, Side Jobs and Side Job Skills were something each individual could choose for their own. It was all part of their unwritten contract, an aspect that could be changed freely any time they were summoned forth from the Beyond. This second part of a demon’s Status was known simply as its kit.

And what Kora had done during her latest summoning was add a new Skill to her kit. Of course this meant all other Skills would suffer and drop in Proficiency to compensate. The thing is, Kora had a feeling something like this bout with the succubus would happen eventually. And even she wasn’t stupid enough to think that crafty bitch would fight her at close range. Therefore, she needed a way to attack from a distance that didn’t rely on her pathetically low MP pool.

Her solution to this was simple - Projectile Mastery. It was a Skill that allowed her to turn all manner of debris around her into ammunition, and there was no shortage of debris whenever a fiend participated in battle. In this instance, she made her own by smashing up the cobblestone road to produce as many throwable rocks as she wanted.

“Let’s see how you like these apples!” she said, gripping an rock in each hand. She then sent them skywards in rapid succession.

This caught the overconfident Xera completely by surprise. She had to stop her magical barrage and fervently dodge the improvised anti-air fire. The stones that were the size of grapefruits flew past her like they were cannon fire. She avoided two, four, six of them, but her pathetically low AGI meant she could not keep it going for long. One of the projectiles caught her in the knee, which threw her off-course. Another one tore right through one of her wings, breaking it in half and rendering it useless.

The demoness screamed in pain as she fell  out of the sky, landing on the grassy plain next to the road with a painful faceplant. She was about to pick herself up when Kora’s armored boot dug into her ribs.

You have suffered major blunt force trauma. HP-120.

“Gufu!”

The force of the impact lifted the succubus off the ground and sent her flying like she was a pile of dirty laundry. She hit the ground once more, some 6 meters away, skidding and rolling along the grassy soil until she stopped with her back against the ground. The unbearable pain from her side kindly informed her she likely had a few shattered ribs. The same metal-clad foot that put her in this position then stomped down on her chest.

“Give up yet, cunt?!” said Kora triumphantly while crossing her arms.

“As if!” said Xera while coughing up some blood. “I’ll never admit defeat to a lucky shot like that! You petulant bitch!”

“Oh really?” said Kora while raising an eyebrow. “I wonder what your bones have to say about this!”

She lifted her armored boot and stomped on the same spot she kicked moments ago, aggravating her fracture. The weight she put into that step also pressed the succubus’s injured wing into the ground, causing her double the agony. With so much pain shooting through her head at once, there was no way Xera wouldn’t have a reaction.

“Hyaaaahaaaaaah!” she screamed. Her body visibly shuddered and shook for several seconds, especially the area around her nether regions.

“...”

Kora did not miss her strange response. That scream was expected, but it was still way too high-pitched. Not the kind of voice one normally lets out when they’re being tortured. No, that noise was almost like-

“Did you just… come from having your broken bones stepped on?”

“No! Hahn! There’s no such thing! Yahnn!”

There’s no way Kora would believe that extremely unconvincing response. She had always assumed succubi were just a bunch of perverts and deviants, but even then had trouble believing they would be this hopeless. Determined to find out if her words were truth, she knelt down on the ground while straddling the succubus’s knees. She pinned her arms beneath with two of her hands while a third one reached down and roughly tore off the blue-skinned slut’s bikini bottom. The exposed pussy lips glistened with moisture. No, that wasn’t quite right.

“You’re practically flooded down there! So you did have an orgasm!?”

Xera could only avert her gaze in shame. This served only to infuriate Kora.

“You SLLLUUUUT!” she yelled before half-punching half-slapping Xera across the face. She had no idea what was going on, other than she was absolutely disgusted with this creature beneath her.

“Why are you getting off on being hit?!” she continued with another ‘slap.’ “You fucking whore! We were supposed to be fighting here!”

“S-shut up!” spat back Xera. “I don’t need to listen to any of this shit! Just fucking get it over with and kill me already!”

“Yeah you’d want that, wouldn’t you?! You’d certainly enjoy it, right?!”

“Fuck you!”

“No, fuck you!”

She raised her hand to slap her again, but stopped herself. What would be the point? The damn succubus would just get horny off it! The air already smelled like a bitch in heat due to the fluids dripping out of her pussy. Her chest heaved up and down as she took unsteady breaths, causing her outrageously large and impossibly perky breasts to bob enticingly.

“Actually, know what?!” said the fiend. “I think I will!”

Kora reached down to her own hotpants and pulled on them. The normally stretchy fabric came apart in an instant to reveal her own naughty bits. It would seem that the succubus’s arousal was infectious as the fiend’s own genitals were also quite damp. However, she had a little something extra. There was a second vertical slit on the skin just above her vaginal opening. She spread it open with two fingers, causing something outrageous to flop out.

A bright red, human-like dick was suddenly poking out of Kora’s groin. She slowly stroked it while looking down at the injured succubus, coaxing it into a full erection. Xera’s eyes stared at it scornfully. She had a feeling this would happen the instant she was knocked out of the sky.

According to a fiend, the best thing in life is a violent fight complete with a certain amount of lamentation, while the second best thing is a violent fuck with a fitting amount of kicking and screaming. If a fight wasn’t satisfying, then they would move onto rape. Even the females of the species were like this. No, especially the females. They loved to force themselves on others so much that their bodies almost always came equipped with the best tool for the job - a penis. They kept it hidden inside their bodies most of the time though. Leaving an obvious weak point like that dangling about unprotected was asking for a kick to the groin.