512: Done Playing Nice

512: Done Playing Nice

“Hnyaaaaa~~” Remi arched her back and threw back her head in a mind-blowing orgasm as she squirted a fountain all over Captain Gamesh’s legs. The naked girl passed out before she even stopped ejaculating.

“Well?” Flavna asked, standing a distance behind Gamesh with her arms crossed.

Despite Remi passing out, the moans by no means ceased. Remi went quiet, for a while, but the dungeon cell was still filled with moans and cries of ecstasy of both men and women, if they could still be called that. Hollow vessels with hollow lives, concerned with nothing but pleasure. Craving what they cannot have.

At first, Flavna had ordered restraining the Tainted, but the poor souls broke their wrists and ankles as they struggle free out of the shackles. They could not stand even a second without a cock in them, without a pussy to plow.

Nothing the Tainted were capable of would ever compare to the skills and capabilities Demon Gods, but when face with the unquenchable thirst for pleasure these men and beastkin would sooner bash their skulls against the cold stone walls than spend another minute without getting the warmth of another.

When it became apparent that they would gnaw their own fingers, tear their limbs off to break free, even if it meant an untimely death from bleeding out as long as they got even a moment of stimulation, Flavna relented and ordered to free the Tainted and lock them all together in the largest cell they had.

The results were beyond predictable, and Flavna kept as far away from the Tainted as possible, surrounded by guards to smack back any that came crawling to her, looking for “fresh meat”.

“Apparently, out captive princess now has the ability to grow big, fat dicks,” Gamesh answered Flavna, barely believing his own words as he stepped away from unconscious Remi.

“… So, the accounts of how one of the tournament participants made the princess grow a cock…”

“Mary did not have one when our men took her armor,” Gamesh said. “And it looks like not only can she now regrow it at will, but also somehow grant it to others.”

“It’s spreading?” Flavna asked.

“That’s certainly a possibly,” Gamesh said and looked back at Remi. “Either this ‘dick virus’ spreads through sex, or that mysterious woman gave Mary the ability to grow dicks.”

“Did she also give it to Remi?”

“Can’t say,” Gamesh shook his head. “Her mind is a mess. Barely a step above the base sentience of the other Tainted. And she will most likely keep deteriorating. You want me to kill her, just in case?”

“No… Not yet,” Flavna said. “Keep her locked up here with the others. Even if she spreads this ‘dick virus’ to the other Tainted, if we don’t find a cure for them, they’re all as good as dead anyway. Let’s go, we’re done here.”

Gamesh, Flavna, and the four Purple Cape guards exited the cell and closed the thick steel door behind them, locking the Tainted inside.

The tiny, barred opening in the upped part of the door allowed for little more than a peek into the cell, but provided more than ample audible displays of the ongoings on the other side of the door. Another, closed opening at the bottom of the door allowed to slide small items into the cell, mostly used to feed the inmates, if they were allowed such generosity.

“Do not open this door without my presence,” Flavna ordered the guards. “Continue the minimal rations. If their situation continues as is the usual expectancy… I’ll come to put them out of their misery myself.”

“Yes, my captain!” the guards saluted Flavna.

“Come, Gamesh,” Flavna said to her ever-present partner. “It’s about time you had a more detailed conversation with the princess.”

“And here I thought you were against using such methods on her Royal Highness,” Gamesh said with an approving smile.

“She’s not an innocent bystander in this,” Flavna said, her patience running out. “I’m done playing nice. I’ll take full responsibility. Among our so-called ‘partners’ she’s a small fish. I need to know everything you can get on her and the royal family before we move on to that scum furball Felicia. If any of them have any knowledge about the demons and have been withholding it—”

“Captain!” Gamesh interrupted Flavna.

Flavna turned around and saw Gamesh standing still, his eyes pure white.

“The guardhouse…” Gamesh uttered before his eyes returned to normal, dark blue iris.

“What did you see?” Flavna asked.

Gamesh looked not himself. Visibly distraught, shaken, the man looked like he’d seen something he could not unsee.