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  Their snog got wetter; sloppier. Saliva dripped onto their breasts. It pooled between, lubricating my shaft. They used it to stroke faster.

  I did my best to make it last but it was too incredible. They had me where they wanted me. Pulsing hot pleasure flowed through my veins. I groaned and released, coating their breasts with my seed.

  The ecstasy was sweet. I reveled in the euphoria until I couldn’t give another drop. I collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air.

  They pulled away, freeing me from a prison I never asked to leave.

  “Hmm, so much,” Dessa purred.

  “It’s so warm,” Esther moaned.

  “Hey, darling,” Dessa siren-called.

  I heaved my drained body to look and thanked my muscles for listening. The gorgeous duo stood opposite each other, inches apart. Thin glistening bridges of spit connected their saliva-glossed lips. A much stickier substance hung between their stained chests. It wasn’t a liquid I’d ever call beautiful but they made it work.

  My beast throbbed, unable to ignore such a sexually stimulating sight.

  “Looks like he can still go,” Dessa said as if she didn’t know what she was doing.

  Esther nibbled her bottom lip. Her desire-filled eyes mentally claimed my bulge.

  How was I supposed to stop?

  My endurance had suffered a moment of weakness, but my recovery wasn’t to be underestimated. I snatched up the beautiful hunters and paid them back for their hard work.

  I began with the two of them on their backs, my fingers filling up their bodies. Their weak spots weren’t hard to find. Each rub made them moan, buck, and squeal. Extra so when I took turns sucking on their clits.

  The rapturous expressions they made as they orgasmed was exhilarating. Eyes rolling, cheeks burning, mouths hanging open and drooling without restraint.

  It was so good I saw it again and again and again.

  Their high-pitched cries for more turned into shrill, overwhelmed whimpers. Sweat steamed off their bodies, flooding the room with their feminine pheromones.

  My cock throbbed, enticed by the natural scent of submission.

  “Please,” Dessa said, grasping my shaft. I’d made her cum six times, if I’d counted right, but her hazy eyes still yearned. “In me. Fill me.”

  “No, me,” Esther moaned, tracing her toes up my thigh. “I want you. I need you.”

  “Idiots,” I sighed, shaking my head. “Like I can resist either of you.”

  Dessa moaned at the top of her lungs when I gave her what she craved. She wrapped her limbs around me and squealed. Her needy pussy clamped down. Even after all those orgasms, her fevered need remained unsated.

  I delivered and experienced my own share of ecstasy. Each thrust sent euphoria rushing through me.

  “Jake! Jake! Right there! Don’t you dare stop!” she slurred into my ear. I was the one who’d built up for release yet it was she who fired first. Her body spasmed under me and around my shaft.

  It was too hot; too stimulating. Dessa’s vivid climax pushed me over the line. I growled and exploded inside of her. Each throb filled her with my molten hot seed.

  By the time I pulled out, her pussy was flooded with my cum. I gasped for breath, stamina put to the test.

  I didn’t get time to recover. Esther pounced me. Her puffs were deeper than mine and her eyes burned like those of a primal beast.

  “Mine,” she said, mounting my cock.

  Her dripping pussy gobbled me up to the base. Esther threw her head back and rocked her hips, riding my member. Her big, beautiful, white breasts bounced invitingly.

  I wrapped my lips around a stiff pink nipple.

  She tightened and cried out, hips faltering.

  No matter. I grabbed her tight behind and took over, drilling my stiffness into her soaking wet mound.

  Esther cradled my head into her chest. She ruined her throat moaning my name.

  Everything about her was too sexy. Her stocking-clad body, her heavenly moans, her primal scent, even the taste of her breasts. It goes without saying that her perfect pussy was forcing me past my limits.

  Her orgasm came first. She put the soundproofing to the test while throttling my head. Both of them.

  I answered with another load; another thick dose of cum. I packed it into her fit body, marking her insides.

  Pussy flooded with warmth, Esther collapsed on top of me. I just about managed to find the strength to keep sitting.

  “That was quite the show,” Dessa giggled, voice worn.

  “Shut up,” Esther panted into my neck, voice little louder than a whisper.

  Dessa crawled her tired body to join us, resting her head on my leg. “You know, I think I’m gonna enjoy it here.”

  “Me too,” I said, giving Esther a kiss.

  Hopefully, Gall was serious about making ourselves at home. We’d only been there an hour and we’d already turned the room into our steamy sex den.

  It was once again worth remembering my luck. From a nobody, to the hunted, to a hunter surrounded by a wonderful harem of beautiful, horny women. I wouldn’t swap my life with anyone’s.

  No matter how foul the demons were, Terix would always have its charms.

  Chapter 4

  I started the following day feeling chipper. It was impossible not to after a night like that. Anything but a big smile and I was stabbing my fellow man in the back.

  Esther announced our schedule during breakfast. We were gonna take care of those rats.

  I was all for it. The sooner we cleared the demons the better. They didn’t belong in Grabadon.

  The job took us away from the bar, and the commercial area, into the city’s depths. Grabadon’s main roads were shaped like a cross, bridging the outer gates to the inner sanctuary. It created four urban pockets. Glamorous shops lined each one, congregating in the open for easy access. The residences were hidden behind, dominating most of the segments.

  We didn’t need to venture far to experience a drastic change in scenery. Once you got past the first few lines of houses, conditions nosedived. The well-maintained structures and range of flashy colors vanished. Homes shrunk in size from decent two-story properties to shabby little huts. Worn rock shacks mixed in with flimsy shanties built from wood and paper-thick metal. A strong gust of wind could cause a housing shortage.

  Swampy muck foundations glued the patchwork bungalows in place. There was no flooring to battle against the tide of damp mud that formed each narrow street. Every footstep produced a sickly squelch unless it was splashing in an off-color puddle. The accommodating stench was appropriately foul. The less known about the miasma the better.

  This was no place for people, but they were around. Stained with dirt, wearing clothing made from rags. The children were lively but you couldn’t help noticing how thin they were. The oldies were no better. If anything, they were worse. They lacked the vitality but pushed on regardless, bare feet plodding in the biting mire. Race or gender was no salvation. All we passed were in the same miserable boat.

  My energetic smile vanished. “What is this?” I asked.

  “Don’t let it concern you,” Esther said.

  “How can I not?” New Hoffen was under constant threat of destruction but didn’t descend to this. Many had lost their homes, some their loved ones, yet they persevered.

  “Say hello to the real Grabadon,” Titania scoffed.

  “This is normal?”

  “Sure is. How’s that paradise coming along?”

  I growled, scanning everything we passed. Why was there a slum in Grabadon? Civilization was supposed to prosper with the demons at bay. This was a travesty. And it didn’t get any better as we maneuvered deeper. Conditions remained repulsive; poverty levels sky-high.

  “We’re here,” Esther announced, knocking on a random hovel as rundown as the rest.

  An old, gray-haired goblin lady answered the door. “Yes?”

  “Hello,” Esther responded. “We heard you’re the person to come to about
knitting.”

  “Is that right?” the old dear chuckled, inviting us into her grubby, tattered home. “So nice to see kids interested in the old ways. Too many youngins tempted by those magic crystals. All fancy witchcraft, if you ask me. Can’t go wrong with a pair of…” She stopped as the door shut behind us. Without another word, she glided across the battered room and opened an inconspicuous wall. “In here. Down the stairs.”

  Everyone, bar me, paid no attention to the sudden personality change. We entered and arrived in a gloomy candle-lit basement. Apart from a few people and a lot of barrels, it was barren.

  The women milling around paused and stared at us.

  “Stop right there,” a redheaded woman ordered, pointing a dagger. “Who’re you? What’re you doing here?”

  “It’s us,” Esther said. “Gall sent us.”

  The woman scanned our merry group. “So it is. Been a while.” When her emerald eyes met me she strengthened her grip on the knife. “Who’s the guy?”

  “He’s Jake. He’s one of us.”

  “Cut the crap.”

  “It’s true.”

  “Bullshit. Think I’m a fool?”

  “Of course not. Why would I fool you?” Esther said.

  “Hell if I know but I’m not falling for it. A male hunter? Shit like that doesn’t happen.”

  The guys of Terix had set the bar low. It was rather shameful. I sighed. “Do I need to go through this every time?”

  “It’s what you get for being such a rarity,” Dessa giggled.

  “Hey! No colluding,” the redhead ordered.

  I rose my hands and stepped forward. “I’m a hunter. No joke.”

  “That so?” she said, spinning her dagger around. “Willing to prove it?”

  I grimaced. Why were women on Terix so crazy about fighting? I wasn’t a fan, despite my daily sparring with Esther. Hard to change a mindset built up over almost two decades, even if the caliber was completely different. You don’t find women like Troya back on Earth.

  The redhead wielded a blade but there was nothing special about her appearance. She looked human and a normal one at that. Frizzy hair, pale skin, a spattering of freckles, and an average figure. Not the kind of opponent I’d handpick.

  “If I have to,” I said, taking another step.

  “No, that’s okay,” she said, putting her blade away. “You pass.”

  “I do?”

  She shrugged. “What normal guy’s accepting? That’s good enough for me. Besides, Esther’s vouching for you.”

  “Since the start,” I reminded her.

  “You can never be too careful. Not in this line of work.”

  “What line?”

  “What’s with all the questions?” she said, drawing her dagger.

  “Sophie, calm,” Esther said. “This is just what he’s like.”

  “Yeah, it’s annoying,” Titania commented.

  “Really? I find it endearing,” Dessa said.

  Sophie huffed and sheathed her weapon. “Fine. I’ll trust you. Especially if you’re here to help.”

  “We are,” I said. “Where are the rats?”

  “Eager. I like it.” Sophie led us to a hatch which opened to reveal a ladder to deeper underground. “Been hell down there recent’. Whole place is infested. Can’t move an inch without something trying to eat you. Lost one of my girls last week. She’s not officially dead but I’m not getting my hopes up. Be nice if you could find her. Don’t want anyone getting ideas of mounting a pointless suicide… I mean, rescue mission.”

  “Leave it to us.”

  “You. You’re not so bad.”

  Once we’d finished preparing, Esther led us into the pitch-black pit.

  “You know, I think I’ll pass,” Dessa said. “This whole ‘hunting’ business really isn’t my thing.”

  “Like hell you are,” Titania said, grabbing Dessa’s wrist. “In the hole.”

  “But&emdash;”

  “In the fucking hole.”

  “Gosh, when did you become such an S?” Dessa complained, descending.

  I went last and retched before I reached the bottom. The stench contaminating the slum was a field of daisies compared to this repugnant tang. I almost puked upon touching down.

  Esther activated an illumination crystal and revealed our location. We were in Grabadon’s sewers. It was as charming as one would expect. Sludge-plastered walls, a hearty stream of filth, and a smell foul enough to make a skunk turn green.

  I clutched my nose. “It stinks.”

  “What did you expect?” Titania said.

  “Nobody told me we were sewer diving.”

  “You’ll live,” Esther said. Neither she nor Titania appeared fazed by the smell.

  “Don’t be so sure about that,” Dessa complained, posed the same way as me. “My poor, delicate nostrils.”

  Esther ignored our bellyaching and led the way.

  You know those sewers with nice concrete banks either side of a controlled stream of waste? This wasn’t one of them. It was a stone tunnel with a yellow sludge river that squelched as much as it splashed.

  “I can feel it between my toes,” Dessa whined.

  “Then don’t wear heels!” Titania snapped.

  “Quiet,” Esther said, drawing her pistols. “We’ve got company.”

  We hadn’t been there a minute and the locals were already coming to greet us. Rats emerged from the distant darkness, sploshing in the ooze. Not normal rats, of course. That’d be far too pleasant. Demon rats, as advertised.

  Each was the size of a Border Collie and six times less cuddly. Their ugliness was appropriately magnified, along with their buck gnashers. Green slobber leaked from their foaming mouths, like the foulest case of rabies you’ve ever seen. It was hard to be sure if they were supposed to be black or brown with so much gunk daubed on their fur. No mistaking those eyes. They were beady and blue, burning with evil intent. No chance of them being friendly sewer-dwelling companions.

  Titania stepped in to tank. Esther remained behind and opened fire. Her bullets pelted into the feral pests, ripping their faces apart.

  Their single-minded, bloodthirsty intent kept them moving.

  “Darling, little help,” Dessa said, looking the opposite way.

  Glowing blue eyes emerged from the pitch black, heading toward us.

  I summoned my demon fire, activating my night vision. Finally, the sewers in all its festering glory. Demonic inhabitants included. They were a green threat, bordering toward blue. Nothing I couldn’t handle. I gave them a taste of tunnel-consuming flame breath.

  My fire washed over the rats. However, they didn’t stop. Their fur burned away, their flesh melted, but they kept coming.

  “Monsters,” I growled, stepping in to put them down for good.

  Their size made them deadlier than regular vermin but also easier to hit. I slammed the head honcho with a low kick, bursting its skull apart.

  No amount of determination could save a demon from a move that brutal.

  I struck down the others, doing my best to avoid their dangerous buck teeth. One hit was enough to finish them.

  “Thank you, darling,” Dessa said, rubbing my arm like an affectionate cat. “I simply cannot abide these vermin. So disgusting, even for demons.”

  “Tell me about it,” I said, scanning the mess I’d made. “I can’t believe they’re real.”

  “Told you so,” Titania took great pride in saying. Her side was also clear.

  “What’s the shield doing?” I asked.

  “It’s a dome, darling. Not a sphere,” Dessa said. When I gave her a blank look, she continued. “A sphere is like a ball&emdash;”

  “I know what a sphere is. That’s not an explanation.”

  Esther stepped in. “What Dessa’s trying to say is the shield only protects the surface. It can’t defend underground.”

  “Seems like a design flaw.”

  “It’s still the best defense we have. Without them, we’d hav
e lost long ago.”

  “No argument there.” New Hoffen proved how vital shields were. “Still, this can’t be safe.”

  “It’s not so bad. Stay up top and you’ll never know they’re here.”

  “They never get in the city?”

  Esther hesitated. “Not very often.”

  I clenched my fists. Not the answer I wanted. Where had my safe haven gone?

  “Finally getting it?” Titania sneered.

  I didn’t satisfy Titania with an answer. We continued our mission. The rats weren’t hard to locate. There was a new mob around every corner. Anybody without hunting experience would have been toast. Not a good sign for our missing person.

  My eye marked the rats as a green threat, at most, but that was more powerful than the average civilian. For all I knew, that was stronger than I’d been when I’d arrived on Terix. It put their power into perspective. I was lucky to be blessed with demon-smiting half-breed abilities.

  What mattered most was what I had become. The rats couldn’t contend with my raging fists. Esther’s dual pistols and Titania’s electric-infused spear were just as brutal.

  After slaying over a hundred rats, we arrived at a large circular intersection. A dozen or so paths connected to the hub. The filth drained from them and accumulated in a sludge pool in the center. A battered wooden wagon teetered on the edge, half-submerged in the sickening substance.

  “This looks like our target,” Esther said, inspecting the trailer. “Our target alright. It’s not good news.”

  I sighed. “We’re really too late.”

  “You stupid? You seen these rats?” Titania said.

  “Of course, I did. Can’t a guy hope?” If this had been a movie, the missing girl would have somehow held out. Reality was far crueler than fiction. “What do they even do down here?”

  “Smuggling,” Esther replied.

  “Drugs?”

  “Food.”

  “Here?” The sewage pool gurgled, farting out another whiff of stomach-turning malodor. “Doesn’t seem very hygienic.”

  “It’s the only way. Guards don’t come here.”