Summoned!

[Pervy]

"Hoi.. haaaah.. eeep!" Were Cyra's audible, emberassed complaints as she was shifted ontop of the bed, blushing at the smith, balancing her filled-feeling body a little, best as she could, anyway. Briefly she wondered if, considering her swollen belly, the creature had done any damage to her.. hopefully not? It had hurt a little, but in a good way and now it expanding and wiggling within her just felt good.. but she had other things to focus on..

"Oh fu.. fuck yes.." She moaned out. There was no use denying her arousal now, and the smiths promise of hammering her cunt into shape, then, finally, the invasion of her soft, warm depths had her finally in the mood to submit, rocking against the smiths slow, deliberate thrusting best as she could, panting with emberassment as she saw the size of her belly plus the smith stuffing her pussy up as well.. it was so lewd.. yet she didn't .. she wasn't sure why but her climax and arousal build quickly, with the butt-plug creatures expansion wiggling along with the smiths thrusts. "Ooh if.. if you don't slow down I'm gonna cum.. .hmnn.." She admitted, teased into arousal far quicker than the smith had been, shifting and biting her lips, thinking to herself.. this.. this feels so good.. you can expand a little more, if you really like it that much.. And relaxing her backdoor.. which had the side effect of relaxing her pussy, besides the warm, tight grip it provided, allowing the smith to slide in nice and deep into Cyra's sex whilest she moaned, sensually.

"Oh fuck yes y.. you are an aaah.. amazing smith.." She purred.

 

[Aenon]

The thing inside her acted as if it really got the message...or it was safe to assume it would have done the same anyway...expanding to the limit Cyra's body could endure. Really, how was she supposed to recover from this?

Of course, Olda didn't slow down...instead she kept fucking Cyra, without mercy.

"You have to strike the iron while it is hot..."

Until she finally, made her cum. Olda herself took a bit longer to be satisfied...

~~~
Cyra found herself lying in Olda's embrace, still on the bed. They were both exhausted by the earlier activities...and Cyra's belly was still big. Her pussy on the other hand, was still opened, oozing white cum on the white bedsheets...

"Uh...I think it should have come out by now...anyway, it won't harm you. It is an experimental armor I made." she explained.

"So. Do you want me to make you a new sword, or you want to take a look at my collection? Making a new one would take a while..."

 

[Pervy]

Cyra panted.. and would have held her filled belly, if she wasn't all chained up and helplessly exposed...looking as if severly pregnant, she wondered if she'd overdone it a little in her arousal.. although that didn't stop her body from twitching, moaning and climaxing deliciously under the lewd smith strong poundings. There'd been something lewdly satisfying about herself being filled up by the smith... she glanced over to Olda, cheeks flushed with arousal still..

"Hamnn.. was.. about to ask about that it uh.. really seems to like me.. hold on an experimental armor? How's an armor supposed to work l.. like that.. you pervert.. I mean.. it hurt a little early on but it just feels.. full now.. err.." She blushed, reaching out to cup her lower tummy. "Perhaps can encourage it to come out.. uh.. You have a collection of swords? Hooh let me take a look, sure.. you know your talents really are wasted in hell. If you don't want to.. escape because of your contract, perhaps there's other ways? you mentioned a mistress?" She mused, slowly moving up into a sitting position, blushing lewdly and holding her belly, shifting.. well..t hat had been a throughout fucking, she couldn't deny..

"And uh.. how do I get.. uh.. back to normal?"

 

[Aenon]

"Eh....it is supposed to go into someone's pussy, and then get out when it is needed. My arms and legs are not just covered in armor...they are simply not made of flesh. So this one was to cover my weak area in the middle. However I don't have a pussy...and my body can't take all the expanding in my other hole...like yours can." she shrugged.

"I guess you can keep it, since it likes you. It will come out to cover you if you are in danger...however if you want it to work fully, you will have to migrate it to your pussy. I guess you could lure it there. It likes to eat metals, so I could make some baits for it, if you want to make it change holes..." she mused "Or you could find some rust monster saliva...it will scare the poor thing away for good. You should be able to buy some near the auction house..."

"Yeah, she is really strong, and smart. It won't be too long till she gets promoted, I think. I wouldn't plot against her....or even worse, strike a deal with her, if I was you."

 

[Pervy]

Cyra shifted subtly, deciding not to ask why it 'had gone' into her ass instead. She blushed a little.. not sure how her body could take all that expanding.. "H.. how does that cover any weak areas anyway it.. ah.. I feel so full.." she admitted, with a blush.
"M.. migrate it?" She blushed.. what kind of lewd armor did this smith make.. and.. huh.. her arms and legs were out of metal? .. that explained her obscene strength, at least.. Either way, considering how.. full she felt from that end.. she wondered how it'd feel in her sex...

"Baits huh.. uh.. hmnn why not make deals with her? If she's close to promotion, she propably wants a helping hand, eh? See.. I think you are a.. uniquely talented smith... and I agree, your talents are wasted.." She blushed, one hand still holding her lower belly.. "Well, perhaps I ought to see your selection of swords first." She decided.. if those swords just wanted to fuck her too, perhaps the smith was a bit too kinky for her.. plans.
Then again,.. full as she felt and lewd as the creature was, she could kind of use an armor, for the in between time. - after all she hadn't realized her new bodies resilience to attacks, and naturally assumed that, well, it was not at all that resilient.

 

[Aenon]

"Nothing good will come from trying to barter with her. Just trust me on that." she warned once again, however she would refuse to give further details about 'what could go wrong' or anything like that, if asked.

"You are in a hurry?...Well, I should be working too." she sighed, sitting up and motioning Cyra to follow her.

~~~
Cyra was led downstairs, to a small storage room. It was filled with ores blackmithing tools and supplies related to those. At the side of the room, there was a long chest, and when Olda opened it it was revealed that it contained weapons...longswords, greatswords, axes, and others.

"They aren't magical, but they are made from cold iron. They will work against demons and humans, but not so much against some devils." she shrugged "I could make a silvered weapon, but it would probably be taken as a provocation if they ever saw it..."

"In any case, pick your thing...I can also make you a new one...if you have the time to spare."

The weapons in the chest all looked new...all, except one, that looked like it had seen it's fair share of battles. It was a strange mace...its top was shaped like a bloomed rose, and the shaft was fully metal, decorated with thorns. The strange thing was that the petals of the rose were from two different metals. Half of the rose's petals were made from cold iron, while the other half gave a silvery shine.

"Oh, that one wasn't made by me. I bought it to study it. It is a strange one. Someone bothered to make something that worked on both devils and demons...and then enchanted it with magic." she chuckled "...somewhat redundant. Wait, don't touch it! It harms the devils who try to touch it!" she called, coming closer to help move it out of the way.

 

[Pervy]

"Welp.. as you say." She didn't -have- to help the Smith if the same kept refusing it of course. It was a shame, but not like she was wanting for trouble right now.
"I don't want to stay in this place forever." She shrugged. "Or even longer than a few days."

"Hmnn.. I like large, hard to hide weapons, so a silver dagger would do me no good.. I mean.. eh, if I had the outfit to hide anything anyway...." She blushed, glancing down at her belly..
"I think a well crafted cold iron greatsword is respectable enough." She decided, extending her hand towards the most promising candidate... it was still a step backwards from her prior equipment, but at least she was recovering. Then, half due to the smith drawing attention to it, she noticed the mace. "Sounds like a fiend-hunter weapon. The imagery is a bit pretentious pretty though, I can almost see a beauty-obsessed paladin type flaunting that one about.. a shame, really. Now I'm curious.." She mused, extending a hand to poke the mace.. last time she'd poked a magical thing had gone so well, after all! Well that and just casting detect magic wouldn't tell her much more than Olda did. It also wouldn't hurt learning a little more about the magic that could affect this new body of hers. She -looked- human, but figured different rules applied to her.. for starters, she hadn't felt burned by the landscape outside and.. looking at Olda's.. lewd armor variant..

 

[Aenon]

"It is too pretty for a weapon, indeed...but I am not sure if that's a bad thing?" she mused "I mean...you are going around semi-naked yourself, so I guess it could be the same reasoning?"

Cyra touched the mace weapon...and then....unexpectedly, nothing happened. Maybe it wasn't working properly?

"Don't touch....wait you are fine? Uh...maybe it only works when you really grab it?" Olda asked, somewhat confused "Wait, why would you do that?"

However, no matter how Cyra grabbed the mace, the result would be the same...nothing. It felt just like any other mace.

"This is weird...anyway, if you like it you can keep it. I wanted to get rid of it for some time now..."she coughed "...just make sure the devils won't see it. Perhaps you should get a bag or something?"

~~~

Nothing weird had happened when Cyra touched the mace...however that wasn't also the case with the greatsword she chose. When she had made her descision, something appeared on the pommel of the sword...something resembling a closed eye?

Moments after it was formed, the eye opened, and then blinked once, looking straight at Cyra.

'So we meet again.' Cyra heard the mental voice of her previous....sword?

*blink*

'I appreciate your curiosity. It will lead us to interesting places."

*blink*

'Next time you can let me do the scouting.'

Then,the eye closed...

 

[Pervy]

"Trust me, if I had a choice, I'd be all armored up.. it's more fun if there's something actually hidden, rather than everything on display always, practicality aside.." She insisted, with a bit of a blush.
"Huh, well, I guess I'm helping out your research, heh. Poking it doesn't really.. do things." She mused.. picking it up in full, then smirking.. "Guess it only works on proper devils... can't say this doesn't make me at least a little proud.. if you got a bag to spare..?" She asked, hopeful.

"W.. wait is that you watcher? Huh.. .. well then.. welcome back.." She grinned.. suddenly she liked this sword too. "Hey, you can't blame me for being predictable can you eh? First circle of hell right now, wonder where else she can go." She chuckled, then nodded to the smith.

"Thanks, now.. I just neat a sheathe for it to not cut myself, a bag.. and err.. so.. about your err.. armor.." She blushed, with the slightly more complicated.. matter. A more tactical person might have asked just what that mace did.. she was the type to try out and adapt.

"And you're sure you'll be fine in this.. place?" She added.

 

[Aenon]

"No choice to be naked? Huh..." she scratched her head questioningly.

"Yes, I do have a bag. For the armor to work you will have to lure it in your other hole...wait a moment, I'll go fetch the things."

She returned in a while holding an old backpack, a sheath for the sword, and four small metal balls.

"Here...they are baits. You place them inside...and it should move to eat them, sooner or later." she explained.

"Inside your pussy." she clarified "Then the way it is supposed to work, is that it can feel when you are alert and it comes out to cover you. Otherwise it rests inside of you."

"No, I am not sure...but nothing can be done about it. I don't know why you seem so eager to help me either, did you fall in love with me or something?" she chuckled

"In any case, running away isn't really going to work, so..." she shrugged.

 

[Pervy]

Cyra nodded gratefully to the backpack and sheath, but hesitated, with a bit of a blush, at the.. baits, twirling the metal-bits around in her hand. "Alright so.. err.. are there any ways to get it to be .. less.. lazy? Perhaps train it to just.. stay out over time? And.. admit it you just did this as a mixture of sextoy and armor." She blush-grumbled about Olda's design.. not that she wasn't grateful but...

She shifted about, gently, slowly inserting the.. baits, blushing and peeking over to Olda.. not like she hadn't seen her naked before already.. ugh, she could already hear Love's teasing.
"I like you, I don't like devils.. no.. not sure how to feel about some of your creations, but I could use a smith. Then again, I mean.. look at me.." She blushed briefly, picking up her meager excuse for clothing.
"It's not like I'm currently on top of things and as you don't seem to be miserable.. heh., guess I'll get a move on. Best of luck to you." She gave a shrug and a smile.. perhaps she should find a way to scare off the lewd armor-thing.. she didn't even know how effective it was yet, and it felt.. nice but emberassing!

 

[Aenon]

"But it works. I don't know, maybe you could train it? Good luck!" Olda smirked.

"Why are you even bothering to suggest helping me? I find it really hard to not think it is some kind of trap, no offence. But yes, lets say I believe you...still I don't believe there is a solution to my situation. So. I guess goodbye, and try to avoid troubles? Who knows, maybe we will meet again..."

~~~

After Cyra was done, she found out that she really could communicate telepathically with Love.

'Got your weapon? I got some intel too...there are a few ways to get out of here.'

'First, there is a wizard down here, as you have heard. We could ask him kindly to help us out of here. The drawback is that well, we would maybe have to seduce him, and probably we will be stuck working for him for a while. There are a lot of things that can go wrong...but, well. It is the fastest way out.'

'There is also an auction...I heard there will be an item sold there, that could allow us to go to a different dimension. Two problems with that...we have no souls to buy it with, and I don't know where it will take us. Still, it will be easier to return to the material plane for whatever it takes us. We could try to sneak in and use it. It is secured, but no one really expects it to be stolen by devils. Asking nicely would be very foolish.'

'Those are for escaping. Going deeper in hell to find your lost memories is a bit easier...I have a plan to make us some gold fast. No, I am not selling your body...well not directly...anyway, I will explain it later.'

'After we make some money, we will pay for a boat to take us down through the waters of Styx. The catch is that we need...more gold...no, more platinum than we can make, even with my scheme.'

 

[Pervy]

"Devils eh, always worried about betrayal. The atmosphere here is doing you no good." She shrugged and waved to the mistrusting smith. Ultimately, if Olda didn't really want to fight to be free, she couldn't help her, now, could she?

Wizards the fastest way out? That bodes poorly..
I like the sneak-in plan. .. Not directly my body, hrmn?

I don't know, I wouldn't say I am scared of my memories but.. ugh.. what you said sounded like a lot of hard work too and.. let's say I regain my memories, how'd that -help the hell situation?-

I didn't expect money to be my problem in hell, not gonna lie.. also there is a few other ways. For example, getting out of hell to another lower plane is easy enough. Oh I know you rescued me from the abyss, and thanks, yeah, but I.. no offense.. trust devils less than I trust demons, at least their motives are very obvious, know what I mean?

.. anyway.. I dunno, whats you think? Problem with the auction-sneaking is I am not a sneaker, I'm a warrior, I can talk my way through things to a degree.. without all the lewdities, mind you....

 

[Aenon]

'Yes, but then again he is a human, so how hard could it be to just seduce him? But yes, he is the one who needs those demon bodies too, so we shouldn't underestimate him too much.'

"For the sneaking in, I am not good at it either. I do have a plan to get in...as a bonus it includes many people seeing you naked, too. It still needs some work on the details however.'

'The good thing with hiring a boat is that we need coins, not souls. So we could make it from mercenaries who work here. I mean yes, we could whore you out, if you insist, but it will take longer...my thought was betting.'

'Recovering your memories wouldn't get us out of here...but I don't know, up to you. I had a feeling that it was something you needed back then.'

'Ah, no offense taken. I mean I used to be like that too. I don't think demons would be trustworthy...they are just too impatient to carry out their plots, but they do try. Anyway...what do you prefer?'

 

[Pervy]

I'd honestly also like the sollution to a problem not being seduction, for a change. .. or that..
To be clear, I wouldn't -mind- having my memories back. I just feel like.. well.. I'm a bit worried, perhaps, but I feel like I'm me, the way I am now.. I dunno..

She sighed, pondering.. ...I don't know anymore. What I'd prefer, is to destroy evil, not to suck its dick, for starters. But I'm under no dellusion that my sword can make much of a difference in the wars of devils and demons. I'm still quite rattled that a lifetime of virtue is undone so swiftly by a single demon. She mused, stepping upon the streets and looking around, cupping her lower belly.. training that lewd armor, hmn? She closed her eyes... Love, as the fiend called herself, still treated this like lewd fun and games, it seemed. For a moment Cyra gritted her teeth, inhaling, squeezing her hand into a fist.. then, she exhaled again.

Let's get to the auction thing. Let me guess, you want to present me as slave for the selling, right? She mused, looking about.
(Insight 8 to find places to sabotage about!)
And sighing some more. The devilish defenses were seemingly impenetrable.
You ask me what I want? What I truly want? This place, this symbol of oppression, going up in flames, ravaged by the blades of heaven. That's what I -want.- Every soul set free, every twisted scheme brought short. Every chain broken. Would it that my lifeblood had the strength to poison this cities very core, I'd die with no regrets!

Haah.. haha.... She panted, drawing her greatsword, staring at it and steadying herself, exhaling, sheating it again after a long moment. Yes! Sure! Let's go to the auction, parade me nakedly around devils bidding with innocent souls. It'll be fun! She thought, stiffling the clutches of madness upon her.

 

[Aenon]

'What, how did you guess? You are getting good at this! Yes, but I would join you too. We would be going in, and escape through the item, not with it. I am open for other suggestions, if you have...I am not good at sneaking in places, after all.'

Love paused for a moment, before replying.

'Look, you holy warriors die all the time. Sure, your actions do make a difference...but you aren't exaclty guaranteed to have special protection, or even a good death. It could be worse. Maybe, once we get out of here, we should open an inn somewhere instead?' she seriously sugggested.

'Well, there was a team of celestials, spying on how the blood war was going. The angel who led them, was convienced that the celestials could and should muster their forces and wipe out both devils and demons.'

'Pity that her superiors didn't agree with her...so she took a team to start the fight on her own. Long story short...she is now ruling this layer. Don't be fooled. The forces of good find devils useful...if you want to fight them, you should fight to keep them away from your home, instead. I think.'

'It may be little comfort, but it won't be devils who will be bidding, and probably not with souls.'

 

[Pervy]

.. if I didn't know any better, I'd presume you were playing the long-term game to make me fall. Leave it to a devil to be assured of the devils usefulness. An inn huh? Hahahaha.. let's call it the stupid whore, I'd fit right in there, wouldn't I? She smirked then, exhaling, calming herself a bit.

No. I have a greater destiny. I mean, I guess I too failed, and died in the end, don't even remember how. She shrugged. Oh what was the point in holy pathos. Evil had power, she couldn't deny that. I guess you'd know, having consumed and murdered many a holy warrior. Guess I need a better method. She mused, wandering the streets.

Alright, well, guess I have little choice.. Tell me more about this auction. Where do I go then? She questioned.

 

[Aenon]

'See, that's why you need your memories back. The holy warriors I met, all had their own memories and faith to keep them going. Where are you going? Who are you? Why do you fight? You are just leaving hell, to go outside, to help some passing caravan...out of habit from your previous life. You have no idea why, what you do, matters to you.'

'Don't get me wrong, good guys are strong too. They aren't all dumb guys who charge recklessly to their death. But they didn't wake up one day, burning with holy power. Perhaps you should reconsider? I mean, if I was alone I would be seducing the wizard already...but I think that if we leave, we will be leaving half of you behind. Maybe forever.'

'Anyway...I will come there shortly. Navigating this shitty fortress is stupid. Take the time to think what you want us to do.'

 

[Pervy]

.. perhaps you are right.. but.. Faith.. I.. I don't know.. you should do good just because of it.. fuck... Fuck fuck!

She cussed, gripping her hand into a fist, .. and punching the nearest wall. She regretted this quickly. Hells walls were sturdy. I'm.. sorry.. I was.. not honest.. I keep being unecessarily cruel to you, but the reason is.. I don't think I was a holy warrior. I wasn't a general of evil, either, no.. but..
She closed her eyes.

I want to believe I was a holy warrior, but when I was revived.. summoned, whatever, something felt wrong. The magic... It wasn't just as if I was called there as a saviour. Furthermore.. I like.. err.. some of the things I'm involved in.. some of.. your suggestions.. as emberassing as it is.. you fucking pervert.. fiend.. ah.. errr...

She brushed her hair back. There's a part of me that keeps whispering to me to ignore higher morals. To not fight fairly, because my enemies wont do it either. I think of myself as holy warrior, because that's what I wish I was.. but.. She rubbed her face. Who am I. Who was I. Why was I revived like this? I feel like I was ment to return, but not too strong. Remember, but not too much. Succeed.. but not enough. It's no certainty, but it keeps gnawing at me, like something you see, out of the corner of your eye... same for being a holy knight.. I remember no church or faith, did I fight to protect or conquer?

She exhaled, shifting, blushing and looking down at herself, cupping her curves. I guess I need a lot of money for a little travel on an evil river. Alright, explain your idea to me.. perhaps I can primp it up. Let's forget about the auction.. I.. sorry. I wish it was easier for me to trust you, heh.

 

[Aenon]

'You know, being secretly pervert doesn't make you evil...'

'Look, the witch that brough you here, she isn't anything special, as far as I could tell. There is no way she brought you, or revived you, with her powers. That book or whatever, had its own magic, I bet.'

'There is someone who arranged this for sure, with his own plans. But you don't need to follow their plans.'

'Well it is fine, even if you are a regular heroic, but perverted lady....isn't it? Who cares? This doesn't make you any worse than any other hero.'

'Just do what you feel that is right. You don't need to follow higher morals, you just need to follow your morals. We will get your memories back, and you will know then.'

'For the plan. As you may have heard before, devils aren't the only ones fighting in this war. Mercenaries are also enlisted. Some willingly, led by their greed...few others tricked, and so on. In any case, they are stuck here, with lots of gold, and nothing to spend it on. There are only so many weapons one needs to buy, and they are all well paid.'

'The problem is, that we will need thousands of platinum pieces. We don't have the capital to start betting.'

And then a familiar voice sounded from the side.

"So tell me, what would a dirty minded fiend plan to bet on?" Love smirked "Here I am...missed me?...What happened to your belly?"