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The Demon's Tower

The Tower of Mordred.

Centuries ago, the world was besieged by a sinister force. Appearing within the mountains of Krone, this malevolent power assailed the land without warning... without hesitation. They killed many, leaving the land scorched in their wake. Their mission was simple: complete and utter domination.

Daemonium is the realm of demons, where all sorts of horrid creatures exist that are beyond the knowledge and understanding of mortals. What once was nothing more than fairy tales and horror stories, became real to the people of the land as they were attacked by these demons. Those who died were luckiest of all. Those who were captured? Well... it's best not to talk about them.

And all of this – all of this – was under the leadership of a being known as Demon King Reinhardt Mordredus. The ruler of the demonic land known as Mordredus, he was a vicious dragon who was superior to any and all before him. His magic had no equal, his intelligence no rival, and his army was endless. He wanted the land of mortals for himself; to add to his empire, and increase the power of his kingdom. For he upheld Mordredus' virtues, and doggedly stuck to them.

Power. Conquest. Glory.

These are the virtues that govern Mordredus.

But invading another realm – invading another world – is difficult. While his army was large in size, he could not transport all of it at once. He needed an entryway, one he could use to send large groups of his army at a time. And this entryway became known as the Tower of Mordred.

The people of the land were horrified; how could they face this being of undeniable power and intelligence? Reinhardt was no diplomat; he wanted their land, and he would do anything in his power to take it! But their weapons were useless against him and his army. While there were some victories here and there, they were only a brief respite from his invasion. It was clear they were delaying the inevitable; if the mortals did not gain aid, they would be slaughtered by Demon King Reinhardt, and their world would be his.

So they did as mortals often do when faced with impossible odds. They prayed to their gods.

Their mortal tools were ineffective against Demon King Reinhardt and his forces. They needed a power that could face the otherworldly abilities of the demonic ruler. And after praying for so long, their gods finally answered.

To combat Reinhardt and his minions, their gods bequeathed to them holy weapons. Having been forged by the goddess of metalworking – Omelia – they were as majestic as they were mighty. A spear with a silver-white point whose handle was smooth and gilded. An armored bow crafted from the root of Yggdrasil itself, one that fired not arrows, but pure beams of light. An axe so heavy, it could only be wielded by one whose spirit was strong, not their body. A tome that summoned magic beyond that of man and demon, being the magic of the gods. And tying it all together, Omelia crafted a sword... a katana. Its hilt was smooth and black, its guard gilded, from its pommel hung two red ribbons, and then there was the blade itself. It glowed with this ethereal presence, shining like a star in the darkness. When wielded by one deemed worthy, this blade could cut through anything.

Anything...

The Spear of Gale. The Axe of Gaia. The Bow of Skadi. The Tome of Hecate. The Katana of Olympia.

With these holy weapons, the mortals of the world finally had something to fend off their demonic assailants. They were given to five individuals, ones who were found to be worthy of wielding such awesome power, whether it be the vigor of their spirit, the strength of their bodies, or the purity of their hearts. These individuals became known as the Five Crusaders, and with their prowess on the battlefield, they fought back against Demon King Reinhardt and his army.

The war was not an easy one. Many lives were lost. It seemed as if no matter how many demons they slew, more would take their place. If they were going to stop Demon King Reinhardt's invasion, they'd need to stop it at its source.

That led them to the mountains of Krone... and the Tower of Mordred.

The Five Crusaders entered inside the tower, searching to put this war to an end. There, they were challenged by Demon King Reinhardt himself, who having heard of them and their holy weapons, rose from Daemonium to face them. The fight was a long and grueling one, a battle which ended in the deaths of the Five Crusaders...

But they were victorious nonetheless. Demon King Reinhardt was repelled, and the gateway that allowed his army to invade their world was destroyed. The Tower of Mordred crumbled in on itself, becoming a derelict structure that still remains to this day.

With their victory, the people of the world could return to their lives, and put to rest the nightmare which plagued them. The holy weapons themselves were taken and placed in tombs, being laid to rest along with the Five Crusaders who once used them. And with that, peace was restored.

But there were problems. The Tower of Mordred may have crumbled to pieces, but it still acted like a gateway to Daemonium. While Reinhardt may no longer be alive, demons would still appear from the tower to hound and attack the people of the land. To deal with these threats, guilds would often stake their claims on routing demons for the money and prowess. Traveling into the Tower of Mordred, they'd attempt to reach the deepest areas possible in hopes of finding glory... and treasure.

Most end up dead for their arrogance. It seemed as if the deeper one pushes, the more dangerous the tower becomes. Only the demons at the top desire to leave and attack others. The demons at the bottom are content to remain within.

What are they doing down there? Are they preparing to attack altogether? Perhaps some new Demon King is mobilizing them into an army to invade once again? The threat of such an attack was too large to ignore, forcing the kingdoms of the world to devise a plan.

They would find five new warriors to wield the holy weapons. They would create five new crusaders.

This would not be easy. To find people worthy enough to wield these awesome weapons, they were forced through grueling competitions in order to test their skill, vigor, strength, spirit, and heart. Each holy instrument required the utmost of dedication to wield. Anything less, and its blessed boons would be rendered moot, making them no better than any common weapon.

Time and time again throughout the centuries, crusaders have been found: people worthy enough to wield these holy weapons. But there were never enough at one time to wield all five. Two yes. Three, rarely. But never once has there been four, let alone all five. It is incredibly difficult to be worthy enough of such powerful objects, so perhaps it's not surprising that a rare few could handle them. A majority of the time, only one or two crusaders are ever active at one time, while the other three weapons go by unused.

But those crusaders who are formed, the ones who can wield these awesome weapons, have their names etched in the history books. While the Tower of Mordred remains mostly docile, that doesn't stop the crusaders from eliminating the demons that continue to torment the world. And with their mighty weapons, no monster could ever hope to stop them.

Oftentimes when making trips to the Tower of Mordred, it is imperative that you locate one of the crusaders in hopes that they'll aid you. That's exactly what the Steel Snakes did. They hired the current wielder of the Katana of Olympia, and... gotta say...

They thought she'd be a smidgen more... humble.

“Tch! How remarkably lazy. Can we not move any faster!?"

In the land of Solaria, there is a famed and storied family of spiritualists by the name of Kinton. For centuries, they have protected their land from a wide variety of paranormal threats, having found the most success in battling demons, spirits, and yokai of many different kinds. Their clan range from warriors to priests, and all share the ability to gaze beyond the veil of life. So is it any surprise that the original wielder of Olympia was a member of their clan?

Perhaps that's why Kamui was as arrogant as she was...

Kamui Kinton was the pride of the Kinton family. Was she smart? Of course. Was she beautiful? Remarkably so. Was she talented? There was not one thing Kamui lacked in. Putting it lightly: Kamui was flawless.

And she made sure others knew it.

She had a body that was lithe and graceful, while at the same time strong and tense. Her upper arms were strong and pumped up, her midsection narrow and trim, and her hips shapely and elegant. If a dancer could be strong enough to mold stone with their hands, that was the body she had.

Her long, auburn hair was sharp and jagged at the front, with two, fang-like bangs hanging over her face. At the back, it was tied into a long braid which slid along her spine. It was a hairstyle that oozed a professional aura, which when combined with her uppity and serious face, created a woman who suffered no fools, no matter what.

But perhaps it was her clothing which was most unique of all. She wore a button up shirt, one with this unique ribbon tied around her neck. On her hips was a pleated skirt which came down to her knees. From afar, one would perhaps misconstrue it as being the school uniform of a student in Solaria... but then they'd get closer and see the armor placed on her attire.

On her arms were vambraces and gauntlets, ones that shined silver in color. They were sharp in some areas, smooth in others, and looked strong enough to reflect even the strongest of attacks. Matching them were greaves on her legs and boots on her feet, which also were silver and immaculate in design. Tying it all together was the armor on her chest, which was embroidered with the imprint of a cloud on its surface.

That being the Kinton family's symbol.

The color of her attire was mixed between yellows and whites, giving her this somewhat angelic appearance. This was only heightened by the color of her eyes. They were gilded like gold, shining like a light that could pierce even the deepest of shadows. And as she rode in her palanquin like some radiant diamond, she truly did look like some angel given form.

Again, if only her personality was as benevolent...

“Tch... this is taking far too long!" said Kamui as she closed her eyes and dismissively waved her hand, “You Steel Snakes claim the name of a speedy and deadly animal! Perhaps it would be better to call you all the Tarnished Turtles instead!"

“This girl is really driving me crazy..." muttered one of the mercenaries.

“Just be quiet... it won't be much longer until we arrive..." another groaned.

The Steel Snakes were an efficient band of mercenaries. Were they the most popular? No. Were they skilled at any job they took on? Their band had numbers in the thirties when not counting members meant for business. And with every member having enjoyed quite the history of won battles under their belt, they weren't just numerous, they were experienced as well.

But even with all that experience in the world, they were not dumb enough to think they could take on the Tower of Mordred by themselves. If only they were fortunate enough to hire a kinder crusader to aid them, as opposed to one as mouthy and as uppity as Kamui.

Together in a long caravan that pushed through the valleys of Krone, the Steel Snakes made way for the Tower of Mordred. In times passed, the terrible tower was so tall, one could see it standing amid the mountains. After centuries of erosion however, the once sinister sight of the structure was no longer visible until one got closer.

However, the same could not be said for its presence. Even though they were still a mile away from the tower, one could feel its evil seeping from it. Like a foreboding miasma, it penetrated the very depths of a person's soul, forcing them to give pause. Some members even stopped in their place, before letting out a deep breath.

Kamui however...

“Ahh... I can feel it..."

Her eyes opened. Looking out through the windows of her palanquin, the crusader could see a gas-like substance seep from the ground around them. To the naked, untrained eye, it was invisible. But being a spiritualist like her, she could see the malevolent energy of the land as it pushed through the ground. It was almost enough to choke a man!

But Kamui would not be deterred.

Closing her eyes once again, the haughty heroine puffed out her chest and gave an affirmative nod. Most would be terrified by this, and they had every right to be! They were pushing towards an area known for its high probability of death, with or without a crusader! But Kamui was not afraid. Quite the opposite, really; she was excited!

She was Kamui Kinton! The pride of the Kinton family! It was her ancestor who originally wielded the katana Olympia! No other holy weapon has been used by someone with the same blood as one of the Five Crusaders, making her unique! To think she had the same spirit as Satsuki, the original wielder of Olympia! That alone was enough to make her chest swell up with pride, but it wasn't enough!

Satsuki was Satsuki; Kamui is Kamui. While she does respect her ancestor, she wanted to be seen as more than just another barer of Olympia. Kamui wanted to put her own stamp on history; to be recognized as a talented heroine in her own right! And she will do this by reaching deeper into the Tower of Mordred than anyone has ever reached before!

It was her destiny.

Grrrrrgggllleeee!

And she would not let anything come between her and her destiny!

The Steel Snakes all came to a halt as the sound of shifting rocks echoed throughout the valley. Beneath their feet, the earth began to split and crack, sending stones and rocks up into the air as the earth shifted. Commands and shouts were given, telling others to put safe distance between themselves and the epicenter of these tremors. All the while, the earth shook more and more, until--

“GRRRAAAAAWWRRRRRR!!!"

A deafening roar pierced the heavens, being strong enough to rumble the eardrums of individuals over miles away! What followed was an explosion, as more earth and sediment was uprooted and sent sky-high! The ground erupted, allowing the shaded figure of a burly being to rise and stand before them.

It was monstrous in height, standing well over twelve, no, twenty feet in height. A steel-like musculature was placed upon its body, from its arms to its chest, to its legs and thighs. Quite the curious creature; it had the upper body of a human man, but the lower body of a bull, with fur and hooves. The creature's head was also like that of a bulls, with gnarled horns that extended from it.

This creature was a minotaur...

“RRRAWWWWWWWWWRRRLLL!!!"

And from the sounds of it, it was a very angry minotaur.

The beast slammed its hands down upon the ground, taking all fours as it roared at the mercenary grouped. Alerted and alarmed, they readied themselves, brandishing swords, spears, bows; weapons of all kinds. They knew the danger a demon possed, let alone one of such a towering height! This minotaur could easily raze a village on its own!

“Alright, men!" shouted one of the Steel Snakes, “This is what we've all been training for! Get ready too--"

“HIIYAAAAH!"

The doors of the palanquin suddenly snapped open, and a yellow blur came darting out. Flying high into the sky, the blur performed a series of flips before landing in front of the minotaur. It was Kamui herself, with one hand on her blade, and the other hand at her side. Her face meanwhile appeared sharp and ready as she glared at the burly beast before her.

“Such a disgusting monster," she remarked, “So big and garish..."

“GRRRAAAARRRRR!!!" it roared, causing the earth around them to shake.

“Guh... so uncouth as well," Kamui added on with a shake of her head, “But for you, this is an honor..." straightening up, a smile spread on her lips as she placed her hand upon the handle of her blade, “For you shall be one of many demons slain by the hand of Kinton Kamui! Be sure to remember this when you suffer in the flames of Hell!"

Shwing!!!

Pulling out her hand, Kamui unsheathed her blade: the Katana of Olympia. There have been many talented blacksmiths throughout the centuries, men and women who have trained tirelessly to produce some of the finest weapons known to man. And yet, even the greatest blade created by them was but a mere pittance in the presence of Olympia! The katana was forged by the goddess of metalworking, and was thus on a completely different level of prowess! It even glowed with this ethereal light, less like it was a sword, but more as if it had divinity seeped into its very being.

Baring witness towards such a blade, the minotaur paused momentarily. It could tell that this sword was special, and that it should approach its wielder with caution. However, the creature was not smart enough to realize that this was a losing battle.

“RRRRWWWWWAAARRRRRRRRRR!!!"

Slamming down on all fours, the minotaur rushed headlong towards Kamui, who took a battle ready pose with her holy katana. Such a big beast; if anything were put in its way, it would break through it with ease! Perhaps that was why it was so brave; there had been not one barrier it could break in its life. It was almost cute how stupid this minotaur was.

But Kamui was no fool. She remained focus, waiting and watching as the minotaur came closer and closer until--

“GRRRAWWRRR!!!"

It came to a stop before her, and raised up its big, burly arms. Placing its hands together in one giant fist, it slammed them down on the ground with a wicked--

KRRRAAAAAAAACCCCKKKK!!!

The ground shook beneath its feet, and splintered into a tiny ravine created by its great power. Grinning savagely, the minotaur thought it had crushed Kamui where she stood. But when it pulled its hands back, it saw nothing.

“Gaah?"

“Hiiiii-Yaaah!"

That cry...

Came from above!

The minotaur looked up, its eyes falling on Kamui. In the time it took for the beast to slam its fist down, the crusader leaped up into the sky! Now she was falling, her blade drawn and her yellow eyes locked on her target.

Slash!

And that target was the minotaur's neck.

Kamui landed safely on the ground before the beast, which locked up almost immediately. Her eyes closed, she turned her back on the demon and straightened up. Then, with her blade in hand, she sheathed her katana, sending out this soft 'Click!' sound. That sound bounced through the entirety of the valley... followed by the collapse of the minotaur behind her.

THUUUDDDD!!!

Its body fell upon the ground, making the earth shake. In one slash, the demon's head had been bisected from the rest of its body, sending it rolling to the side. Its final expression was one of confusion.

“Tch... disappointing," muttered Kamui as she began walking back to her palanquin, “Let us continue on, Tarnished Turtles..."

Getting back into her seat, she left the Steel Snakes stunned by what they had witnessed. Any doubts to Kamui's abilities were laid to rest in an instant. What would take groups hours to best, took her only a few seconds to fell, and she did so all by herself.

“Okay..." muttered one Steel Snake, “Let's uh... get back to work..."

…

The Tower of Mordred. In days best forgotten, it was a monolith of terror from which came forth a myriad of sinister and foreboding beings. Standing tall among the mountains of Krone, its obsidian walls were like a visage of death itself. Its architecture was Gothic in style, reminding one of something that was vaguely religious... that is, if the gods they were worshiping were eldritch abominations as opposed to anything pious and ethereal.

But that was in the far-flung and nightmarish past. Now, the tower was a mere corpse of its former self. Its once titanic size had been reduced to nothing more than a decrepit wall that was collapsing in on itself. Its windows were shattered, its floors had toppled in, and there were no longer any doors that barred entry into the godless bastion.

What there was a lot of however, were corpses. Lots, and lots of corpses.

It is said that – centuries ago – the mountains of Krone were a lush and vibrant local. Its mountaintops were coated in snow, yes, but it's valleys were green and abundant with life. This changed when the original demonic invasion occurred, as their assault did such damage to the landscape, that it was irreversible. What once was lively and verdant, became the desolate, rocky crags it was today.

But none of it was as inhospitable as the area immediately outside of the Tower of Mordred. Being the epicenter of the demonic invasion, it was where the land was most seeped in death and miasma. Upon passing through the valley which led into the tower's domain, one could see the faded signs of a once vicious battle. Corpses littered the land, belonging to both the mortals of their world, and the demons of Daemonium. It may have occurred centuries ago, but it seemed as if these eroded bodies were frozen in a state of time. They even continued to clutch their weapons in their final moments of life, as if still battling this war which would bring about the end of them all.

Within her palanquin, Kamui began to fidget. Being a spiritualist, she could sense not only the demonic energies which permeated the air, but also feel the souls of those who died in this war. It was a cacophony of wailing moans which pierced the air, causing the crusader to grow tense. She could only pray that destroying the Tower of Mordred would bring these souls some modicum of peace.

“Crusader!" called one of the Steel Snakes, “We have arrived!"

“Tch... I know..." said Kamui beneath her breath.

Reaching for the door of her palanquin, the haughty heroine pulled it open, revealing the area outside. Just as the mercenary said, they stood before the front gates of the Tower of Mordred. Emerging from her vessel, Kamui stared at the demonic structure whilst clutching close her holy blade. Again, the air was thick with the pungent odor of death and demonic energies, which flowed like a river of miasma. She had faced down a plethora of demonic threats and malevolent yokai, yet all of them paled in comparison to what she was feeling now.

“This land... it's vile and sinister..." muttered Kamui.

“Heh... didya spiritualist training teach ya that?" said a Steel Snake sarcastically.

She glared at him, but said nothing. Why oh why did she decide to travel around with such an unrefined bunch?

Scoffing, Kamui returned her gaze to the derelict tower before her. Despite being attacked by a minotaur on the way here, the tower itself was surprisingly quiet and calm. There were no demons or beasts of any sort, allowing her and the band of mercenaries to safely access its inner sanctum. Perhaps this was what the tower wanted. It may not be as dangerous as it once was, but it still had fangs and claws to ensnare those foolish enough to enter inside.

So that's what they did. They entered inside.

The front lobby of the Tower of Mordred was the most recognized aspect of the demonic structure. It was wide, with arched hallways that lead deeper into the tower, and the crumbling remains of a spiraling staircase that once existed. In the center of the floor was the symbol of Mordredus, being a flower with a serpent-like creature extending from its center. All of it ranged in colors from black, to silver, to red, and it was all illuminated by the sun which glowed through its now open ceiling.

Currently, no one knows how deep the Tower of Mordred goes. The farthest anyone has ever been able to push into the structure and return, was 27 floors down. But to say the survivor's of that trip 'returned' would be a misnomer. It was a band of thirty men... only six returned. Three of which were rendered insane by what they experienced, one tore out their eyes, another tore out their tongue, and the last punctured their ears. It was the one who tore out his eyes that recalled what happened.

Did that speak well of the Steel Snake's chances? Probably not. But that other group didn't have a crusader on their side!

As malevolent and sinister as the Tower of Mordred was, Kamui could not stop a sense of excitement from surging through her body. This felt like the culmination of what her entire life had been building up towards! All the training, all the fighting, had prepared her for this! They were going to push deeper than anyone has ever pushed before, and when they returned, all of history will know her name!

But why stop there? She is a crusader! And it was her ancestor who originally faced off against Demon King Reinhardt! Perhaps Kamui could even do the impossible, and seal whatever gateway is allowing the demons to continue infesting their world!

Some would say she was being arrogant. And... yeah, they'd be right to a certain degree. But her beliefs were not born from nowhere. With the Katana of Olympia in her hands, and her skills as a spiritualist, there was no paranormal force that could hope to stop her. Slow her down, maybe, but stop her outright?

Never.

“Okay, remember what we went over, everyone!" shouted the leader of the mercenaries, “The Tower of Mordred is a confusing place. Logic does not matter here, and there can be demons around every corner. We all need to remain close to one another at all times. Do not exit from the sight of someone else, no matter what. And above all, if there appears to be a force too great to overcome, well..." he gestured towards Kamui, “That's what the Crusader is for. You already saw what she did to that minotaur; her skills are no joke."

“And I do not suffer comedians..." said the haughty heroine as she tossed up her hair.

“Rrriiiiiight... well then..." he shifted his gaze towards the hallway before them, “Let's push on, men! And reach deeper than anyone has ever reached before!"

“YES SIR!"

Altogether, the mercenary group known as the Steel Snakes pushed through the tunnel before them, entering deeper into the Tower of Mordred.

There is a reason why mapping out the tower has been impossible for centuries. And, no, it's not because of random demon attacks that can – and will – kill a cartographer in a matter of seconds... though that doesn't hurt. No, the reason why no map of the Tower of Mordred has ever been made, is because it's impossible to map out the tower.

Allow me to explain…

The Tower of Mordred is not a typical structure. You do not walk through a threshold, and enter into an adjacent room. You can walk through the same threshold twice, and enter into two different rooms each time. A hallway that leads to a ballroom one moment, may lead into a library the next time! The tower was not stitched together like a typical structure, but instead appeared to be a random labyrinth, one with magic beneath its seams. Only a skilled wizard could hope to decipher the tower, and all of its many, many, many dead ends. Fortunately, the Steel Snakes had one such wizard, otherwise escaping the structure would be impossible. Unfortunately, that wouldn't make much of a difference.

Pushing into the tower, Kamui's gilded eyes traced along its walls. She had been to a wide variety of places in her life, but none were quite like this. Somehow, the Tower of Mordred was both alien yet familiar. She saw designs and flourishes that wouldn't look out of place in lands like, say, Tylis, or Alektrios, but it was all off. Close enough to be familiar, yet different enough to be wrong.

For the first time since this journey started, a sense of unease and dread befell the crusader. But she remained strong nonetheless, gripping the handle of her blade in a protective manner. Whatever would come their way, she'd slice in twain without a moment's hesitation!

She just didn't think that moment would come so soon.

“Hn?"

“What? Something wrong, Arvik?"

Everyone turned, facing their residential mage. It was him who led the group, as his magical tuning allowed them to navigate the many pathways of the tower to some degree. He had suddenly locked up however, where he raised his staff. At the tip of it was a crystal ball, one which conjured up an image he began to consult with.

“Boss..." he muttered, “We need to move... now..."

“Why's tha—"

SWHING!!!

The voice came from aside; a member confused by their wizard's request. It was the last thing he'd ever say. A silver glimmer of light flashed through the corridor, and danced gently across his face. He locked up, and everyone stared at him together. In a moment of silence that was louder than a howl of thunder, they watched as this man's eyes rolled back... and then his face fell off his head.

It was one clean cut, slicing through flesh as cleanly as a hot knife through butter. He probably didn't even feel it. One moment he was alive. The next moment...

Thud...

His body fell to his knees... and then collapsed upon the ground fully.

“Shit! SHIT!" shouted the leader of the troupe, “Everyone, get back, it's a trap!"

Obeying the command of their commander, everyone rushed back towards the entrance of the hall they came from. Everyone... save for Kamui. The crusader clutched her blade by the handle, her yellow eyes darting upon the hallway in front of her. There was this quivering in the air, one that triggered this noise she could hear. It was like someone was constantly tapping a tuning fork, and sending its high-pitch ring into her ears. Focusing in on the noise, Kamui glared towards the other end of the hall where she saw--

“Ah!?"

SHWING! SHLING! CHING!

The same blades of light which stole that man's life, were again coming howling towards them. It all moved too fast for any normal person to see! But Kamui was far from normal. Withdrawing her katana, she swung at the blades, clashing with them again and again!

CLANG! KLASH! KRASH!

Each strike was deflected, where they embedded themselves into the walls surrounding her, revealing themselves to be the blades of a sickle. They were carved and immaculate; if even one of them touched skin, Kamui would have been sliced to ribbons! But where did they come from? Gazing back down towards the opposing end of the hall, all the haughty heroine saw were shadows.

Her gaze tightened in, attempting to penetrate the darkness, only to still see nothing.

“Haah... I see..." Kamui murmured before turning around, “Is everyone okay?"

When she looked behind her however, she saw nothing. The Steel Snakes had all vanished, leaving Kamui alone with only the corpse of their fallen comrade. Alerted, the crusader quickly rushed down the hall they entered in through, where she exited out into--

“Wh-what?"

A dungeon?

Right... right! The Tower of Mordred was a maze of rooms, one with no rhyme or reason to its construction. While they entered into this corridor through a massive chamber before, that massive chamber had now been replaced with this dungeon. Without a mage to guide her, navigating this mess would be paramount to impossible. Fortunately, Kamui was a skilled spiritualist; she didn't need anyone else to guide her!

Sheathing her blade, the crusader placed her hands together, with her two index fingers standing tall. Eyes closed and her focus steeled, the spiritualist summoned a talisman from the belt around her waist. It was a sliver of paper in the form of a humanoid figure, one that hovered and glowed with an ethereal light.

“Talisman of Orienteering! Haah!"

Sending the charm out, Kamui used it as a guiding post. It would lead her down corridor after corridor, guiding her to what she hoped was a safe spot. Either it would return her to the Steel Snakes, or return her to the lobby of the Tower of Mordred. Anywhere would be better than this dungeon!

Anywhere?

Anywhere...

The talisman Kamui sent out moved with the same speed as a bird. It flew straight, never bending from its course, and when it turned, it did so deftly. It would dart around this corner, cut around that corner, all as the surroundings began blurring around the spiritualist. Farther and farther, faster and faster, until--

Snatch!

“Aahh!?"

Kamui skidded to a halt.

She stood before her. Tall... erect... like an imposing force of untouchable power. A figure of authority and godly recognition, one that no sane creature – man, beast or otherwise – would ever think about disobeying. This being before her was no mortal; that was obvious from sight alone. She may look like a human, but that's all. She was nothing close to human.

She was no dainty woman, no... she was a warrior, through and through! This mighty, earth-shaking, almighty blood pumped through her veins. It gifted her a height that loomed well over seven feet tall, being eight feet tall! And this extended to more than just her height.

Power was molded into her very being; from the tips of her pointed ears, down to the soles of her heeled feet. She had a figure of sculpted musculature that could only be described as Olympian... but, no, it went even beyond that. From her body exuded this force that was greater than mountains, more vast than oceans, and stronger than the very land that exists beneath her feet. In fact, the land itself seemed to shudder as it supported the woman before hereyes, almost as if it was honored to hold such a distinguished being.

Her figure was simply divine. No, wait... there's nothing 'simple' about her. Everything was grand, far grander than anything he had ever seen in his life. For instance, her chest. It was this large, impressive, expansive bust, one that would be impossible to carry for any normal woman.

Ah, but she's not normal, is she? Not with her body, her figure, her physique. Her waist was narrow, her hips were wide, her arms strong, and her legs thick. She had curves in all the right areas, and smooth straights in all others. Anything left? No... there was nothing left.

She was an Olympic being of sheer power, but it was more than that. This woman wasn't just physically mighty! She also had a feminine beauty that was honed to absolute perfection! Her strong arms, her powerful legs, her flat and trimmed core that showed extreme athleticism; it was a figure that was perfectly flawless, yet it did little to distract from her otherworldly grace and divine beauty. And it was all with this beautiful face that was positively angelic.

While everything else was absolutely devilish!

From her head spilled wavy purple hair as long as it was elegant. It flowed and flowed and flowed and flowed, all the way down to her waist. A luxurious and shimmering mane, her purple hair was lavender in some lights, violent in others, but no less beautiful. It was only broken by the thick, onyx horns that extended from her head.

They were slick and curved; a marvelous set of horns that wouldn't look out of place atop the head of a bull! If she were to bend over and ram forward, she'd easily penetrate any fool stupid enough to stand in her way. And if that happens? Well... there would be no armor strong enough to rebuff her. But they weren't just strong, nor were they just flawless, but they were exotic as well. Like everything on her body, it was worth gazing upon for hours on end.

This woman's clothing was just as exotic as she was. A collar was wrapped around her neck, one that was black and red with a knot holding it together. She had a black and red cloak hanging on her shoulders. A short, black and red skirt that didn't even come down to her knees. A black, purple and red top that was more like a brassier as it flaunted her glorious cleavage, and didn't even come down to cover her stomach. So her abs – her glorious, chiseled, divine, abs – were out in the open for all to see. And resting upon her head, black, gnarled, and with a red jewel in the center of it, was a crown. It wasn't the most glorious of crowns one would see, but it carried with it this sense of power and danger nonetheless.

The woman stood before Kamui in this hall, clutching in her palm the talisman she had sent out. It jerked about in an attempt to escape her grasp, but she held it tight, while this domineering smirk spread out over her lips. Then her red eyes slowly swept over, where they locked in on the stunned face of the crusader before her.

“Hello, little one!" said the woman with this playful tone in her voice, “You seem to have gotten lost."

Kamui's face turned red as her yellow eyes darted up and down the scantily-clad body of the goddess in front of her. Seriously, she was so damn tall, that the crusader's head would only come up to the bottom of her bosom!

And she was so curvy too. The way her hips rounded into the slimness of her waist, and the contours of her bosom; it was all so erotically perfect. Again, no mortal woman could hope to be anywhere near as perfect as she was.

No mortal woman... but a demonic one...

Kamui's eyes tensed up and her hand dropped to her blade. Giving this woman no moment to respond, the crusader pulled her katana from its sheath! It glistened in the light of the hallway they were in, causing the woman to cock her head in curiosity.

“Oh my?" she said... in a somewhat casual manner.

If she was frightened to see the Katana of Olympia, she certainly didn't show it! She appeared more surprised by its appearance than she was scared.

Not that it mattered in Kamui's eyes.

Brandishing her blade, the spiritualist leered at the woman in front of her, taking a battle-ready stance as she did so. She gave no warning, no command to surrender! One moment she was on the ground...

“Hiii-Yaaaah!"

The next moment, Kamui was leaping full-force at the woman before her!

With grace and precision, the crusader cut through the air towards the woman, her blade raised high. Said woman continued to appear nonchalant and casual as all of life seemed to move in slow motion. Locking her gaze on her neck, Kamui brought her blade down with a swift--

SLASH!

And missed.

The woman pulled to the side, dodging her strike with room to spar, causing Kamui to land on the ground. Her eyes were wide as she gawked at the floor, before turning to look up at the woman beside her. Said woman cocked her head, giving the crusader a mocking look of concern.

“Is something wrong?" she asked, her regal voice belittling the crusader more, “Would you like to try that again?"

“Grrrr... HII-YAAAAH!"

Kamui quickly launched up, performing a spinning kick to strike the woman's stomach. But she pulled back, causing her attack to harmlessly flail through the air. Gritting her teeth, the crusader gripped her katana with both hands, holding it firm as she leered at the woman before her. Said woman continued being casual about the whole situation, looking down upon Kamui with this indifferent expression on her face.

Before said expression morphed into this grin.

Kamui's eyes widened and she pulled back. With a mere smile of her lips, the woman exuded an aura of power, one which shifted between colors of purple and black. It billowed through the air, being invisible to those untrained, but physically felt nonetheless. For Kamui, a spiritualist, she could both see it and feel it.

And it was horrifying!

The aura traveling from the woman surrounded Kamui, and caused the walls of this hall to start shaking and quivering! Like heat rays above the surface of a furnace, the crusader watched as the corridor began ebbing... and then fading away. The sight caused a cold sweat to start oozing down her brow, but she remained strong, and quickly returned her focus on the voluptuous woman in front of her.

“I will not be cajoled by your illusions, demon!" Kamui shouted.

“Fufufufufufu... illusions...?" replied the woman as she placed her hands into her hair, tossing it up in a flaunting manner, “Nmmm...! Do you really think all of this is a mere... illusion?"

The woman's words oozed into Kamui's ears, sending trembles through her form. Glancing to the side, she saw that the corridor they once stood in had been replaced with this wide open floor that seemed to float about in a void of darkness. Around them hovered candles which burned with eerie blue flames, illuminating the two and their battlefield. Aside from that however, there was nothing.

Nothing but Kamui... and the woman she took her eyes off of.

Eyes wide, the crusader gazed forward... just in time to watch the woman zoom by her side.

Despite her towering size, the woman moved with speeds far too great to quantify. One moment she stood yards away. The next moment, she was at Kamui's side, walking past her as her lips hovered near the crusader's ear.

“You blinked..." she whispered.

Kamui was stunned for a second. The next second, she swung her katana at the purple-haired. The blade careened harmlessly through the air however, as the woman easily leaped over the strike and landed on her feet some yards away. Seriously, how was it possible for a woman of her size with her... ahem... assets, to move that fast!? Because she wasn't human; she was a demon.

“Do not think for a moment that you have bested me!" shouted Kamui as she gripped her katana tight, “You stand before Kinton Kamui! Wielder of the Katana of Olympia! This should be an honor for the likes of you!"

“Oh... so that is the Katana of Olympia," said the woman, as if Kamui confirmed something for her, “Fufufufufufu... how fortunate of me to be in the presence of such a storied weapon," and then a smirk spread out on her lips, “Which makes you a Crusader. Fufufufu... yes, yes... you certainly have the presence of one."

“Silence!" Kamui shouted as she rushed at the woman, “Prepare to meet thy doom on my blade! Hiii-Yaaaaah!"

The woman remained still, watching as Kamui cleared the distance between the two of them in a matter of seconds. This time, the crusader did not leap in the air. She may be arrogant, but she was no fool. She already knew she could not overwhelm this woman with speed as she had done that minotaur before. Instead of performing telegraphed attacks to flaunt how powerful she was, Kamui was going to be more decisive and deft.

SLASH!

Her sword was like a pen, her stroke devious. It cut through the air with such precision and skill, one could hear her blade whistling. The woman before her was so large, so big, that it would be impossible for her to move in time. Kamui knew this, and the demon had to know this as well. Her attack should be a killing blow.

“Wh-what?"

Should be...

But it wasn't.

Despite her speed and power, Kamui's strike was brought to a screeching halt by... nothing. Yes, absolutely nothing. Not another sword, not a shield, not even a piece of armor. There was nothing.

Kamui's eyes grew wide, stunned by what she was seeing. The woman had her hand raised casually, the palm of it facing towards the heroine's blade. And yet... that was all. Somehow – via some invisible force – the demon was capable of stopping the swordwoman's attack.

Gripping her blade tighter, Kamui attempted to force her attack anyway. She pushed in harder against the woman and her hand, but the demon remained as still as ever. Whatever she was doing, was repelling her attack, and it didn't even seem to cause her too much difficulty! She was even smiling.

This powerful... beautiful... domineering... sensual... smile...

“Fufufufufu," the woman giggled, her red eyes peering into Kamui's gold ones, “Care to try again, Crusader?"

“Gah!?"

Kamui pulled back, keeping her battle-ready stance while her gilded eyes sized up the demon before her. Just who – or what – was standing before her right now!? Her purple hair was vibrant and beautiful, befitting royalty! Her height and physique was unparalleled, like a titan given form! Her figure was voluptuous and sensual, as if a statue of sheer beauty had come to life! And her red eyes...

Her red eyes...

They pierced into the very depths of Kamui's soul, making her shudder. The haughty heroine could feel a cold sweat break down her brow, and she finally came to realize that the being she battled with, was no mere demon. This was something – someone – who was beyond the moniker of a mere, lowly demon.

“You seem to realize something," said the woman as she crossed her arms beneath her glorious chest, before gesturing towards herself with her curling hand, “Care to share, sweet little Crusader?"

Kamui did not respond. While she did not know the level of power this demon had, she understood that it was a strength greater than any force she had contended with before in her life. She couldn't rely on her speed and talent to win this fight and slay this monster; she needed to use all of the skills at her disposal.

“I will not fall here, demon," said Kamui as she started focusing on herself, causing this wispy aura to start flowing from her body, “I am Kinton Kamui: Wielder of the Katana of Olympia! Throughout the land of Solaria, I have slain dozens of yokai! I have prepared my whole life for this moment! HIIIII-YAAAAH!!!"

ZAAA-TAAAAAAAHH!!!

Around Kamui's body, that once wispy and subtle aura, exploded into a cackling wave of jagged lines and gilded light! It shined bright in the hall around them, illuminating it better than the arcane candles did! Electrical sparks zapped through the haughty heroine's form, and her auburn hair started rising! In certain lights, one would think her hair was getting brighter as well! All the while, her gilded eyes glowed with this iridescent sheen, and she bared her teeth towards the woman before her.

And that woman?

“Oh my!"

Her eyes turned wide, impressed by the showing of force Kamui exuded... but that didn't stop her from grinning. She wasn't scared or intimidated by the haughty heroine's power, but instead amused by it! But the crusader did not allow that to deter her. If this demon wanted to underestimate her prowess, then so be it! She still wasn't even using half of her power.

“HIII-YAAAAAH!"

Fast! Kamui was fast! One moment she was standing there, the next moment she appeared before the woman in a blur; as if she had teleported instead of leaped! Again she brought her blade down upon the woman, and again, that woman merely raised her hand. With the same invisible force as before, the demon deflected the crusader's blow, but that did not stop Kamui.

Again and again, she attacked the purple-haired woman before her, being sure to do so in a manner where her weaknesses were few. She may be arrogant and proud, but she was no fool; she knew how to fight! Her figure was flawless, her weak spots nonexistent, and she constantly pushed against the demon before her.

And that demon kept smiling.

This sensual smirk remained painted on her erotic lips, while her hand continued guiding Kamui's blade away from her body. She let the crusader dictate the pace of their battle, even moved backwards as if she was on the defense. But she certainly didn't act like it. Could anyone truly be on the defense when they were wearing such a beautiful smile? Probably not.

It frustrated Kamui. The longer this battle went on, the faster she became. There had to be some opening somewhere against this demon! She attacked her legs, but the blow was deflected. She struck at her neck, but it was guided away. She attempted to swing at her chest but...

Those breasts. Why oh why was this demon wearing these exuberant yet skimpy clothes? They seemed to flaunt and draw attention to the fact that she had the largest bust of any woman Kamui had ever met! And with the way her top clung on her body, her chest was given this generous lift! If anything, the woman didn't need to have horns, a tail, or slit eyes to prove she was a demon! Her voluptuous body and the fact that her top was capable of covering her chest, was proof enough of her unholy origins!

Kamui was finding it difficult to focus. This purple-haired woman not only confounded her with her ability to deflect her slashes with nothing but her palm, but she made it difficult to even look at her with how lewd her attire was. If even a slightly strong gust of wind billowed through the air, her erotic body would be exposed! But she didn't seem to mind!

No... NO! She needed to focus!

ZAAA-TAAAAAAAH!!!

Again Kamui's aura exploded around her body, showing a further increase in her power! Gritting her teeth, she focused her eyes on the woman before her, who continued smiling down upon her with those sensual lips. She was going to strike at her with attacks so fast and so strong, that nothing could avoid it; demon or otherwise! And if she tried using that hand trick again, she'd blow through it with all of her might!

“HIIIIII-YAAAAAAAHHH!!!"

If she was fast before, then what was she now? Light lightning? Like light itself? With a flurry of quick, deadly slashes, the crusader struck at the woman. How many strikes did she deliver in under a second? Over one hundred? And yet, the woman dodged all of them.

All. Of. Them.

Her titanic and erotic body was not only physically strong, but it was surprisingly lithe and limber. Less like she was a wall of flesh, and more like she was a pillar of steam, the purple-haired woman avoided every one of Kamui's blows. The crusader was stunned, watching it all happen in slow motion! They were moving faster than the human eye could perceive, but the demon she battled didn't even break a sweat!

But, no, she couldn't relent in her assault! She needed to find some opening in this woman, somewhere!

Pushing harder against her, Kamui kept forcing the woman back, hoping to press her against a wall, or a door, or something! But the area they were located in – this long hall – seemed to lack depth and space. It just kept going and going and going, no matter how far they moved. Was the corridor stretching? Could the Tower of Mordred distort itself in real time? Or was the woman in front of her doing this?

Leaping back, Kamui not only put distance between herself and the demon she battled, but also took the time to gaze at her surroundings. Just as she thought, the corridor they were once in was gone. Replacing it was...

Shling! Shwing! Ch-ching!

A dungeon. Wait, a dungeon? Again!? No, this dungeon was different. This dungeon had chains which hung from the ceiling, and was wide and spacious, allowing for one to easily move around in. Perhaps then it wasn't a dungeon. Perhaps it was an arena.

The ground was seeped in this sinister miasma, one that shifted between various shades of red and purple. Against them, Kamui's aura was like a golden light among the evils of this strange world. She could feel the cold embrace of this world fail to touch her due to her power, but this impression of safety was minor. None of this would matter if she could not defeat the smiling woman before her.

Kamui needed to break through!

“You, nor this world can stop me!" she shouted as she raised her katana, summoning a great power which began circulating around her blade, “I shall shatter through you and your defenses, and etch my name into history!"

ZWOOOOOOOSSSSSHHHH!!!

Before the demon's eyes, the Katana of Olympia's shimmering blade was suddenly shrouded in a gilded fire. It flowed about as if the sword itself was a conduit for a power beyond mortal and demon. Even with her aura as strong as it was, it took intense focus for Kamui to handle the katana as such divine fury flowed from it. And the demon she faced?

“Oh... fufufufufu..."

Even with her chuckles filling the air, she appeared focused. Her red eyes started to glow, and she finally let her body stiffen from its once relaxed posing. Kamui meanwhile, raised her blade again in a battle-ready manner, while her gilded eyes locked in on its target.

ZAAA-TAAAAAAAH!!!

Again her aura exploded around her, now carrying with it the gilded fire that flowed from the Katana of Olympia. This wasn't just for show; she could feel the flame's divine energy imbue her with even more power! Even the sinister miasma which wafted on the floor was repelled, sending out a force which blew along the purple-haired woman, ruffling her skirt, cloak and hair.

If there was ever a moment for her to get serious, it was now.

“Okay then," said the demon as she placed her hands behind her head, tossing up her hair a few times, “And here I was hoping I could just enjoy a nice, relaxing evening after my day. Aaaah... but I suppose, working up a sweat isn't the worst thing that can happen..." looking up at Kamui, her lips again curled into a smirk as her red eyes glowed bright, “After all, I so do love taking baths!"

Extending her hand, the purple-haired woman held it out before Kamui. For a few short moments, nothing happened. And then...

Bzzzzzzttt...

Gleeeeeaaaaaaamm!

Before Kamui's eyes and at the woman's palm, a bright beam of purple light appeared. It surged and cackled like a writhing bolt of electricity that refused to be tamed... that is, until the woman began clutching her hand around it. She forged that bright light into the shape of a pole, one which extended long.

But it did not remain a mere pole for long.

Fwwwsshh!

The light spread out, vanishing before their eyes...

Swhing!

And what replaced it was an axe.

Its handle was long, black, and elegantly carved with a mixture of both regal grace, and warrior power. At the bottom was a single spear-like point that could easily penetrate concrete, if not steel, if not titanium! At the top however, was the axe head itself. Not only was the blade long and flat and sharp to the point that it could cleave through anything, but at the bottom, the top, and at the midsection of the blade were golden spires that could penetrate with every slash! The axe blade was also embroidered with a rose upon its black surface; another touch of elegance for such a deadly weapon!

Such a vicious yet elegant weapon. It must have weighed more than Kamui could fathom! And yet, the purple-haired demon handled it with the same grace and poise as a baton. She swung it about, cleaving through the air, before extending it out from her body. Holding it out with one hand, she seemingly beckoned the heroine forward as she tipped the blade upward.

“Ah! One more thing..." said the woman, before--

ZWOOOOOOOOSSSSHHH!!!

“What?"

To match Kamui and the divine fire which flowed around her katana, a purple flame of sinister origin began flowing around the purple-haired woman's axe. Briefly, the haughty heroine considered the idea that this axe would be enough to clash with Olympia. But as quickly as that thought came to her mind, she dismissed it.

What she held in her hand was no mere katana, but the blade blessed by the goddess of the sun herself! As the legends state, when wielded by one deemed worthy, this sword could cut through anything! This axe held by a demon would not be able to stop her, and Kamui was going to teach her this.

“HIII-YAAAAAAH!"

The haughty heroine rushed towards the demoness, clutching upon her blade with both hands. Said demoness stood her ground, watching as she came closer and closer. To the eyes of mere mortals, Kamui's speed was impossible to keep up with! But to the purple-haired woman, it all happened in slow motion. She watched as the crusader swung her blade, and she swung her blade back in retaliation.

KLAAASSSHH!

“Wh-WHAT!?"

Kamui's eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped. Her blade – the Katana of Olympia – clashed against the blade of this demoness' axe! The flames which danced on their blades, began cackling and bouncing against one another; gilded fire on sinister purple! All the while, the purple-haired woman stood on the other end, this saucy smirk on her sensual lips.

“Care to try again?" she asked in a taunting manner, causing Kamui to gasp.

“What the? Hyaaah!"

Quickly she leaped back, again putting distance between herself and the woman she battled. How was this possible? Her blade can cut through anything! She's even proven this! She's split many things throughout her life, regardless of their size or their material! But this axe rebuffed her attack? No, that's impossible!

Refusing to accept this reality, Kamui again rushed towards the purple-haired woman in a speedy blur. This time, she wasn't aiming to strike her body. This time, she was aiming to strike her axe!

KLASH! SHLASH! THRASH!

In a dazzling display of speed and power, her katana met this demon's axe; again and again and again! Each blow was parried with ease as the demon matched her prowess on every level! It left Kamui stunned; how was this even possible!? She should be breaking through this!

KKLASSSHH! KRRRAASSH! KLAAAAKKSSH!

But no matter how many times she struck at the woman, her attacks were blocked and deflected as if they were nothing. And with every clash of their weapons, Kamui could feel her spirit start to wane. Her world as she knew it was being shattered by this woman and her abilities. Again, how was it possible for the Katana of Olympia to clash with anything?

No... no... no! She could not let such vile thoughts cloud her judgment! Clearly, something was amiss here. This had to be some illusion she had been placed under, one making her think she was clashing swords with someone else. It may injure her spirit, but it would not diminish it outright! Kamui was going to do to this woman – and this tower – what she had done to many great opponents in the past!

Break them!

ZAAAAAAAAAAA-TAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

Again, the crusader's aura exploded around her body. But this time, it was even stronger than before! The room quaked beneath her awesome power, as mighty gusts of wind were whipped up with her body being the center of it. Raising her katana, Kamui caused it again to explode with that gilded fire as it grew stronger and brighter than it had been before!

But the purple-haired demoness remained still. Eyeing the light show up and down, a lurid smirk appeared on her lips, and she even licked them in a devious manner. Extending her free hand, she began curling her fingers towards herself, again beckoning the crusader forward. Was she foolish? Did she not know that Kamui was planning to smite her where she stood at this very moment? Fine then! So be it!

“WITH THIS BLADE, I SHALL SPLIT THE VERY SKIES ASUNDER!" Kamui exclaimed, the ground quaking beneath her feet, “TAKE THIS!!! HEEEAAVEEEEEEN BREEEEEAAAKKEERRR!!!"

An explosion of golden fire started spraying from the Katana of Olympia, spreading out like a fountain! It peppered the air with its gilded light, and destroyed the darkness of the demonic dungeon around her. Handling this power with all her might, Kamui gripped her empowered blade with both hands, and brought it down upon the woman in front of her.

“OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!"

In retaliation, the woman rushed towards the gilded blade, swinging upon it with her axe at the ready. The two blades and their mystical auras clashed together, and--

THOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!!!

Exploded...

The dungeon rumbled as the epicenter of the explosion was a bright and dazzling light of golden and purple fire, one that would blind anyone foolish enough to gaze upon it. It traveled throughout in waves, with the air ebbing and flowing from the mixing flames. Quivering and quaking, the air continued flashing through a variety of colors… before dissipating... fading... vanishing. And when it did...

Clank! Cklack...!

Kamui's hands...

Were empty...

“Gaah!?"

Tumbling over, the crusader fell upon the ground, landing on her hands and knees. She gasped for breath, panting desperately for air, before slowly bringing her gaze up. On the ground in front of her was the Katana of Olympia. Its holy steel was protected from the demonic miasma around it, repelling it like an invisible force. Seeing it brought a smile to Kamui's lips; finally, that woman had been defeated. Now all she had to do was collect her blade and--

Step...

“Wh... what?"

A heel-clad foot fell upon her sword, pinning it to the ground. Eyes wide, Kamui looked up.

As if she needed to...

Standing tall above her was the purple-haired woman. One hand rested on her hip, the other hand rested on her axe as she kept it pinned in the ground, and this triumphant grin rested on her lips. Astonished, the crusader gasped in disbelief, before reaching out for her blade. But when she grabbed its handle and tried to pull it away, the woman wouldn't budge. She was too strong and too heavy to possibly move.

“No... h-how is this possible!?" Kamui growled, “You should have been destroyed by my attack!" looking back down, she continued pulling on her blade, “Get off! Get off and get away!" Push! “Ah!?"

The woman's tail launched forward, pushing against Kamui with enough force to knock her back. The crusader gasped as she was laid flat on the floor, before quickly launching up to sit on her butt. Eyes wide, she watched as the woman's tail slithered down to grab the Katana of Olympia by its handle, where she lifted it up into her awaiting hand. Idly, she looked it up and down, all while the crusader gazed at her in disbelief.

“How is this possible...?" she whimpered, “N-no... NO! No demon can hold a holy weapon! It should burn you!"

“Oh... fufufufu... I feel something," said the purple-haired woman as she looked down at Kamui, “But not enough..."

“What are... who are you...?" Kamui asked, to which the woman smiled.

“Oh... Crusader... you wound me," she replied, “After all this time, you don't know who I am? Fine then... allow me to explain it to you."

The woman's axe vanished in a glimmer of purple light. Raising her hands again, she placed one hand on her head and tossed up her hair, before pushing out her chest in this bombastic pose. Then she placed her other hand on her bosom, while a vivacious smirk spread out over her lips. Red eyes glowing, the woman gazed upon Kamui, trapping her beneath her domineering gaze.

“You are in the presence of Demon Queen Iris Mordredus. I recommend you start bowing now."

Demon Queen Iris Mordredus? Did Kamui just hear that? This woman was Demon Queen Iris Mordredus!?

“Wait... n-no... but... how is that...?" the crusader began scooting away, her face frantic as her eyes began darting around, “Then that means... D-Demon King Reinhardt Mordredus was your--"

“Grandfather...?" said the woman – Iris – as she cocked her head at Kamui, “Indeed. The very same Demon King that tormented your world – the one whom your holy weapons were forged to defeat – was my grandfather. And if history serves... it took all of the Five Crusaders to defeat him, did it not? So... what makes you think you could defeat me all by yourself?"

No! No no no no no no no no no! No no no! NO!

This was bad. No, this was so beyond 'bad' that a word couldn't really encapsulate how bad it was! Kamui didn't know who she was fighting! She thought she was just a mere demon! A powerful and skilled demon, but a demon nonetheless! She didn't know she was fight a Demon Queen! And not even that, but the granddaughter of the Demon King who originally attacked her world!

And now she was trapped with this woman, in this dungeon, in this tower that lacked reason.

Alone.

“I... no... I..." Kamui shook her head and gritted her teeth, defiant even in the face of such an overwhelming force, “No! I do not believe you! This is a farce! An illusion! You are not real!"

“Fufufufufufu! I truly do love self-righteous heroes like you. You're so convinced of your own superiority, you can't understand how utterly outclassed you are."

“I...!?"

Kamui gritted her teeth and looked away. All the while, this Demon Queen – Iris – slowly continued her approach. There had to be some escape from this tower! Yes, it was a magical labyrinth, but she is a spiritualist, and the strongest in her family! If she could just get her hands on the Katana of Olympia, then she could make an escape.

She was not foolish enough to think she could best the Demon Queen in single combat. Especially not the descendant of the being who took the lives of the original Five Crusaders.

Click! Clack! Click!

The sound of Iris' heels clicking against the floor snapped Kamui from her thoughts. She looked forward, watching as the Demon Queen casually walked up towards her with the Katana of Olympia resting on her shoulder. Her hips swayed left to right in these sensual strides, her red eyes glimmered in the arcane light of the dungeon, and she wore this lurid, domineering smile on her sensual lips.

Watching her approach sent shivers down Kamui's spine. Outwardly, she remained defiant with her clenched teeth and glaring eyes. But inwardly, all she could think about was how to escape this situation with her pride – and her mind – intact.

“So... what do we do now?" asked Iris in a playful manner.

“If you think I'm going to beg, then you might as well kill me now!" Kamui snapped back, “I'd sooner take death before dishonor!"

“Fufufufufu... is that so?" asked Iris as her tail slithered over, “Because I can be a very convincing woman."

“Hnnn!?"

The Demon Queen's tail was as long as it was thick, and yet, it was also so deft and dexterous. It extended out, where it began to gently stroke along Kamui's cheek and chin, causing her to stiffen up. Her body quivered and her eyes did likewise, all while the tender touch of Iris' tail continued stroking along her cheek. Smooth scales that felt like tight leather rubbed against the crusader's flesh. It was so warm as well, which sent a shiver down Kamui's spine.

What was going on?

“I was not expecting this tonight," said Iris as she placed her hand on her hips and pushed out her chest, “It is just my luck that I happened upon a crusader .Fufufufu. It has been so long since I've last met one."

“Wh-what? You've met one before?" Kamui said, astonished.

“Fufufufufu! A mortal's life is but a blink of an eye in the life of a demon," Iris replied, “You're not the first crusader I have come across, and you won't be the last. Fufufufu... so... let's make this a little special, shall we?"

“Special? What are you talking about?" Clank! “Ah!?"

Kamui looked down; Iris had dropped the Katana of Olympia. It was just out reach, but if she leaped for it, she could get it in her hands. But she had to pace herself. Unarmed as she was, if she agitated Iris in any way, the Demon Queen would kill her with ease. She needed to wait for her chance. So, for now, Kamui took in a deep breath, and leered up at the woman above her.

“What do you want...?" she asked in a more serious manner.

“Hmm... good question," Iris replied whilst tapping her finger along her cheek, “Since you've entertained me thus far, I think I can do likewise for you! So... fufufufu! Let's try to have some fun!"

“F-fun...?"

“Fufufufufu~" Iris pointed at her, sending a cold chill down Kamui's spine. “Stand up, Crusader..."

Her tone was playful, yet carried with it this unmistakable power. Gritting her teeth, the crusader looked away defiantly, annoyed that she was being ordered by the Demon Queen. Regardless, she did as she was told, and begrudgingly stood upon her shaky feet. Clutching herself, she glared up at Iris, who silently chuckled down upon her.

The red eyes of the Demon Queen mercilessly scanned every inch of the crusader's body. She had this lithe and powerful build; befitting a spiritualist of her caliber, and one who wielded a holy weapon. Iris' smile grew wider on her lips, increasing in its lurid look, and further causing Kamui to shiver in the spot.

“You... are a very beautiful young woman," the Demon Queen whispered as she raised her hand and stroked it through the crusader's hair.

“Don't you touch...!? Hrrrggh!"

Kamui glared away, baring her teeth to the distance, while Iris playfully giggled into her ear. Despite her defiance, the Demon Queen's touch remained as gentle and tender as ever. Her slender fingers stroked through the crusader's hair, marveling at its silky texture and shimmering tones.

As she did so, Kamui found Iris' big, busty, bountiful bosom being pushed up towards her face. The Demon Queen clearly cared little for personal space, as her cleavage constantly pushed up towards the crusader; again and again and again.

Kamui tried to remain indignant. Tried. But it was nothing short of impossible. Whenever her yellow eyes glanced forward, she came face to face with the Demon Queen's bosom. Its big, busty shape, its erotic curvature, and its incredible size, all made it a chest that was impossible to gaze away from.

A red blush was painted upon Kamui's face as Iris's chest kept taunting her, teasing her... and then coming closer and closer and closer until--

Plap!

“Ah-haaaah~!?"

“Fufufufufufufu!"

Oh no! This was bad! This was very, very bad!

Kamui's face... laid in Iris' chest!

The busty bosom of the Demon Queen perfectly cradled her head, allowing her to rest upon it like it was the world's biggest, most firm pair of pillows! The crusader was thankful no one could see her face, less they see the expression of shocked embarrassment she wore! Iris was embracing her, purposefully snuggling her head into her chest as she did so.

Her endless, warm chest. This was the kind of chest you'd never want to pull away from.

No! No! Sh-she needed to be stronger than this! Focus on the sword! That's what Kamui kept telling herself. If she could just get her sword, she'd be able to escape all of this! She needed to keep enduring whatever sick game Iris was playing.

Just a little while longer...

Push...

“Huh?"

Kamui stumbled back as Iris released her. Gazing up, she watched as the Demon Queen again placed her hands on her hips in this bombastic pose, while her red eyes traveled up and down her body. This time though, there was this blatant lurid gaze in her eyes, one which made the crusader tense up. But before she could say a word...

“Take off your clothes."

Her eyes widened.

“Wh-what!?"

Iris didn't repeat herself, instead chuckling. Eyes growing wide and pupils small, Kamui gawked in disbelief at the Demon Queen, who remained coy following her command. Looking down, the crusader gazed at her clothes, then lifted her hand to palm at them. Even though she was still wearing them, she could feel a swelling of humiliation following Iris' order. No, no, this had to be a joke, right?

“I... I can't...!" Kamui said as she shook her head, “I... I refuse!"

“What's wrong?" Iris asked, her tone again playful despite her order, “Are you scared? Fufufufu...! Don't worry; no one will see you. No one but me."

“Th-that's not the issue!" Kamui shouted as she clutched herself and shook her head, “I... I won't disrobe myself!" Poke! “Ah!?"

The crusader looked down. Right there, poking her between her chest, was Iris' finger. Her nail was long, purple, and sharper than any knife. All she'd have to do is push in slightly, and she'd easily penetrate Kamui's clothes and chest. This realization made her blood run cold and caused her breathing to grow tense, before she looked back up towards the Demon Queen and her smiling face.

“Either you undress yourself, or I do it for you," Iris whispered, “The choice is yours."

Such a cruel statement. This idea that the 'choice was hers' was nothing short of farcical! If she really did have a choice, she'd be allowed to remain clothed! But of course, Iris had given her an order, and the Demon Queen was going to make good on it. Either Kamui undressed herself, or she did it; there were no other options.

“I...! Hnnngghh!"

Even though she had done nothing yet, Kamui felt humiliated by Iris' command. Stepping back from the Demon Queen, she gave herself space as she again looked down upon her uniform. Her yellow and white shirt had remained free of any grime or dirt, even during her battle against Iris. It was pressed close to her, flaunting the supple figure of her upper body, and her perky chest. If she stretched a bit too far, her belly would even be exposed.

To some, these clothing may not be too fond of battle. However, this was the traditional battle uniform of the Kinton family. It was created to allow for lithe movement, while also offering protection in the form of its armor pieces. It's why Kamui was so quick and speedy; her clothing allowed easy movement.

But in Iris' eyes, there was something rather nubile of it. The uniform attire of an academy school girl. This pleated skirt which came down to her knees. The thin fabrics which draped upon her curvature. Hnmmmm~ gazing upon it had the Demon Queen licking her lips in a lurid showing of desire, while her red eyes gave a soft glow.

“Haaah...!"

Shuddering, Kamui closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. There was nothing left to do than to just get it over with! So, reaching up, she began tugging at the strands of her breastplate. Undoing them--

Clank! Clang!

She allowed them to drop down to the ground. Already Kamui could feel her heart plummet as a sense of humiliation began to overtake her. Was she really doing this? She was not blind to the enjoyment Iris showed in lording her power over her. Her lewd gaze made the crusader's skin crawl... and yet this unmistakable heat began traveling through her.

“Hnngh...!"

No, no... just keep going. This nightmare would be over soon enough.

Closing her eyes, Kamui's hand traveled up to the gauntlets on her arms. She was just about to start pulling them off, only for Iris' tail to drop upon the top of her hand.

“No, no," said the Demon Queen with a wag of her finger, “Keep your gauntlets and grieves on. Fufufufufu... I think they look perfect on you."

“I...?"

Such an odd demand. Why would she want her to keep on her armor? That thought ran through Kamui's head, but ultimately, she had no choice but to acquiesce.

Bringing her hands down to the middle of her uniform, she slowly began undoing it; button by button by button. Every moment Iris watched as more and more of the crusader's flesh was revealed to her. Kamui herself could feel the cold touch of the air around her, causing her to shiver slightly as she screwed her eyes shut. Nevertheless, she unbuttoned her shirt, and then untied her ribbon. When the garment fell loose on her chest, she gripped it by the sides... and then pulled it open.

Fwump!

“Oh my~! Fufufufufufufufu!"

Kamui's shirt fell to the ground, revealing her upper torso to the Demon Queen. She was such a graceful and athletic young woman. Her midsection was narrow, her shoulders curvy, her flesh pristine, and her chest? Well, it was nowhere near as big as Iris', but that's not a problem. Her breasts were so fit and perky, and with her light-blue bra on her chest, she had quite the lift... though she probably didn't need it.

Blushing furiously, Kamui gazed away in an attempt to save face. She wore an indignant expression however, still trying to be abrasive despite the various trembles which echoed through her body. Grinning, one could hear Iris chuckle in a teasing manner, while she placed her fingers on her chin. For several silent moments, she dragged her eyes up and down the crusader's body, marveling at her beauty and physique, before bringing her eyes down towards her skirt.

“Keep going~" Iris said.

“Nnghh!"

Damn that tone of hers! How could someone sound so casual while giving out such humiliating commands!? There was no strength in Iris' voice, no threat of punishment! She merely spoke in a seductive and charming manner with all the regal grace of a mature woman.

It was so erotic... and so damn bewitching. Truly, she was a demon in every sense of the word.

Continuing along, Kamui dropped her hands to her waist. Briefly she fiddled with the button of her skirt, undoing it, and causing the garment to fall loose on her hips. Holding it in place, the once haughty heroine closed her eyes, mentally debating with herself if she was really doing this. But when her eyes reopened and she looked up at Iris, she saw that same charming smile on her lips, and the same soft glow in her red eyes.

Right... she could not disobey. So for the second time...

Fwwuush...

Kamui pulled her hands away, allowing the skirt to fall to her feet. Clung around her hips and matching in color with her bra, was her panties. Such a frilly and dainty pair of clothing. Was this some sort of cocky gesture? Why would she wear these kinds of undergarments when she was going into the Tower of Mordred? For comfort? For style? Not like Iris is complaining.

Bringing up her arms, Kamui blocked the view of her chest and pelvis in some vain attempt to cover her modesty... or whatever was left of it. Even though she had her undergarments on, as well as her gauntlets and greaves, the crusader felt even more naked now than if she was completely nude!

“You... are a very beautiful young woman," Iris remarked, to which Kamui glared at her.

“Your flattery falls on deaf ears!" she shouted back whilst baring her fangs at the Demon Queen, “Now then... how much longer must I keep this farce going!?"

“Fufufufufu? How much longer? Well..." Iris pointed at her chest, causing Kamui to lock up, “Your bra and panties... you are still wearing them, are you not?"

“N-no..." her eyes grew wide, “You can't be serious... e-even that?"

“Fufufufufufu... yes... even that," she started curling her finger towards herself, “I told you to disrobe yourself, did I not? Your undergarments included."

“Hnnn...!"

Again Kamui clinched her teeth, while her yellow eyes gazed away. Now more than ever, she felt a sense of humiliation and shame start to rush through her body. She was already suffering such embarrassment standing before the Demon Queen in her undergarments, but now she had to remove them too? Did she even have enough courage to go that far?

“Oh... I get it," Iris suddenly said, drawing Kamui's eyes back towards her, “You are embarrassed, aren't you? Fufufufu! If I share with you my nudity, will that make you feel any better?"

What kind of response was that? How would Iris undressing help Kamui feel better in any way? The crusader even gawked at her... but that didn't stop the Demon Queen from stepping in closer.

She tipped her head down upon the haughty heroine, smiling at her with those luscious, lewd, lurid lips of hers. The soft glow from her red eyes burned like flames in the darkness, and this purple aura flowed from off her shoulders. But it did not feel malicious or vile, instead feeling... erotic?

Yes... this sensual, erotic aura flowed from off of Iris' body as she brought her hands to the center of her top. Entranced, Kamui found her gaze locked on the Demon Queen, watching as she gripped the buckle of her top, and then slowly began untying it. The brasserie grew loose on her body, draping upon her shoulders, and hanging just barely off her bosom. With their new freedom, her chest could more easily rise up and down with her breathing, a sight that Kamui was glued to.

But Iris wasn't finished yet. Bringing her hands up, she gripped the cups of her top... and then slowly pulled them open…

BOING-BOING!

“Ah-haaahahha~~?"

Kamui shuddered. There, exposed before her, was the Demon Queen's semi-nude body. It was flanked on both sides by her shimmering black cloak, but they did little to hide her erotic form. Her wide hips, her trim waist, and of course, her incredible bust; all of it was exposed with her clothing acting like an elegant frame for an erotic portrait.

And that erotic portrait was coming closer... and closer... and closer...

Kamui could see everything. The strength in Iris' figure was without equal, without rival. She had toned thighs and musculature on her arms and stomach, but it was not extreme. It was juuuuuust perfect, highlighting her feminine curves, while also blessing her with divine power.

And then there were her breasts.

So... fucking... big! Kamui thought it before, but it begs to be repeated; the Demon Queen had the largest bust of any woman she had ever seen! And now that bust was exposed to her, allowing her to gaze upon their large size, their teardrop shape, her puffy areola, and her rigid nipples.

Grinning from cheek to cheek, Iris raised her hands and began guiding her fingers through her hair. Her shimmering purple locks flickered in the arcane light of her dungeon, all of which was to flaunt her demonic glory to the stunned crusader.

“See?" said Iris casually, as if her divine and lewd body wasn't currently being exposed, “Now it's your turn! Fufufufufufu!"

“I... hnn...! I-Iris...?"

The Demon Queen's hands fell upon her shoulders, touching Kamui's flesh directly. The crusader tensed up in place, her teeth grew tense, and her eyes wide, all while Iris' sensual touch started stroking along her neck.

She so easily wielded her axe as if it were a mere baton! But now, the Demon Queen was cradling her like she was handling precious, fragile cargo. Her fingers stroked along Kamui's neck and shoulders, before coming up to her cheeks. Gripping her tenderly, she tipped the crusader's head up, guiding her so that the two could gaze into one another's eyes.

Why? Why was Iris so damn sexy? Her mature face, her red eyes, the erotic smile on her lips; it all made her impossible to gaze away from. Fidgeting in place, Kamui attempted to remain abrasive against her wiles, but she felt her strength start to wane. Iris was working down her defenses, and by the time she realized it was happening, it was too late.

Slowly, the Demon Queen's head started moving towards hers. Her mind hazy, Kamui could only watch as Iris' eyes closed shut, guiding her to do likewise. She didn't know what was happening... until it happened.

“Nmmmph~"

“Hmmm~~~!?"

Iris' lips met Kamui's.

Iris was kissing Kamui.

Pressing together, the Demon Queen's plump lips pushed against the crusader's thin ones. She was somehow both soft yet firm, both tender yet dominating. There was nothing Kamui could do but let Iris dictate the pace of their kiss. Her lips were just so marvelous to feel, and she had a flawless skill. When kissing her, the haughty heroine felt as if all of her problems just...

Didn't matter...

Kamui's lips were gently guided open by Iris', causing the crusader to shudder and breathe hard. The hot breath of the Demon Queen flowed into her maw, feeling so warm and toasty... like a furnace. Before she knew it, Iris' tongue came sliding out, where it gently brushed along Kamui's own. Such a unique tongue the Demon Queen had. It wasn't like a human's, but was instead slender and long, like a serpent's tongue.

The crusader shuddered from the lick, then groaned when Iris used her dexterous tongue to coil around her own. Like a boa constrictor around its prey, the Demon Queen squeezed upon Kamui's tongue, holding it hostage. Then she began stroking her tongue back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, sending jolts down the crusader's spine.

The lewd sounds of their kiss echoed throughout the dungeon. The smacking of lips, the slurping of spit, and the muffled moans, all sounded like a lewd symphony that was playing for a nonexistent audience. Kamui could hear it, and the erotic noises she and Iris were making caused her body to melt.

Instinctively, she clung upon the Demon Queen for support, deepening and prolonging the kiss, while her mind began ebbing and flowing. She was so dazed, she didn't realize that Iris' hands had long since left her face. Her graceful fingers traveled down towards Kamui's shoulders, then slipped around to her back, where she gripped the clips of her bra. With deft movements, she undid those clips, freeing the garment from her chest. All the while, she kept the crusader pacified with her lips, even as she peeled her bra off of her body.

Fwwmp...

The cool air of the dungeon brushed along Kamui's sweaty body, while the arcane light highlighted her curves and figure. Her chest was perky and – rather surprisingly – larger than one would suspect. Her bra actually compressed her chest, keeping it from moving around too much when in battle. Of course, she wasn't about to compete with Iris in a competition of cup sizes, but she was respectable in size nonetheless.

Smack! Chu!

Their lips broke and they pulled away, with Kamui standing there, dazed following it all. Looking up at Iris, she got lost in the Demon Queen's red eyes, while a bridge of spit hung between the two. It broke once they parted too far, where it splattered upon their chests in this thin line of glowing lust.

For a few moments, all the crusader did was breathe while her mind struggled to catch up with her. But Iris began smiling as she reached her hand up, clutching the heroine's cheek.

“I've stolen your first kiss," she said.

Hearing that instantly returned Kamui to reality.

“Wh-what have I...!?" she gasped, “And how did you know...!? And..." she looked around, before finally realizing that her chest was bare, “And my bra!? When did you...!?"

“Ohohohohohohohoho!"

Iris' laughter filled the dungeon, while Kamui pulled back. Wrapping her arms around her chest, she obscured the view of her naked bosom, again trying to recapture some of her fading modesty. She even closed her eyes and fell down on her knees, hoping that this was again some illusion. But Iris was above her still, laughing and taking such sadistic glee in tormenting the crusader.

Humiliating! She not only had her first kiss taken by this demon of all people, but she had her bra removed as well! At the very least her panties were still on, but that was little comfort compared to what was happening.

Kamui shrunk a bit, even clinched her eyes harder in some hope that when she'd reopen her eyes, she'd be back home in her family's estate. But of course, she wasn't. When her eyes reopened, Iris was still standing before her, though she stopped her bombastic laughing. Resting her hands on her hips, the Demon Queen gazed down upon the crusader, while her once lurid smirk shifted into this sadistic grin.

“What are you planning on doing to me?" Kamui growled through gritted teeth, “Have your sick fun and then just kill me!?"

“Fufufufufu... of course not," Iris said whilst shaking her head, “Oh, Kamui... if I wanted you dead, you'd be dead. No... I just want to have a little fun with you, is all. Unlike my grandfather, I have no desire to conquer your world. I'm far too focused on taking Daemonium as a whole to think about other realms."

“Tch! Th-then why are you doing this to me!? Just let me go!"

“Fufufufufufu! Didn't you just hear what I said?" Iris asked whilst tucking some hair behind her ear, “I still haven't had my fun yet. Fufufufufu. And, let's be honest..." she looked down towards Kamui's crotch, “You still haven't had your fun yet either."

“My...!? Hnnn!"

A cold sweat broke down the crusader's brow. Gazing down, she came face to face with her crotch, where she gazed at her panties... and the dark pit she had formed right in the center of it. Oh no, she was aroused! Even if she said otherwise, that would be a blatant lie! The kiss she shared with Iris had lit this fire within her body, and the Demon Queen's amazing body was impossible to gaze away from! No matter what she did or didn't do, she could not deny her own arousal.

“I don't... understand..." Kamui whimpered, before looking back up at the Demon Queen before her, “Iris... what are you?"

“Fufufufufu... you are a spiritualist, are you not? Then you should be able to tell what I am. Use those powers of yours. Gaze upon me not with your eyes, but with your soul. You'll find your answer soon enough."

Kamui was hesitant to do such a thing. With how powerful Iris was, it was clear that continued interaction with her would not be good for her health, whether it be physically or spiritually. But what else could she do? She was already trapped in the Demon Queen's dungeon with nowhere to run, and no one to help her. Besides – and as shameless as this was to admit – she really did want to know exactly what Iris was. This woman was far too powerful to simply ignore.

So Kamui did it. She let her eyes open. Her spiritual eyes. She gazed upon Iris who continued standing before her like the titan of power and sensuality she was. And, here, she saw but a mere drop of the fathomless power the Demon Queen had. It was as vast as an ocean... an ocean that had no beginning, nor an end. The being before the crusader was not a mere creature, nor a mere demon. Iris was best equated to a primordial being with how great she was.

Iris was a Gigas...

A very powerful... and erotic Gigas.

Kamui pulled back, flinching and gasping as realization fell upon her. Not only was she trapped with the Demon Queen, said Demon Queen was even stronger than Demon King Reinhardt! The fear she felt was indescribable, and her mind scrambled to figure out how – and why – she got herself stuck in this situation! Iris giggled however, while her red eyes again looked the crusader up and down.

“You understand now, don't you?" she asked, to which Kamui shook her head.

“Why are you doing this!? What do you want from me!?" the crusader shouted back.

“You truly are a thick heroine, aren't you?" Iris replied whilst raising her finger, “Pay attention, Kamui! This is all about the fun we're having. Fufufufufufu! I like the way you tremble... it excites me. By the time we're through, you too will sing praises about me. Fufufufufufufu!"

That statement sent shivers down Kamui's spine. Iris meanwhile, hooked her finger through the air. This time, it wasn't a command to the crusader. This time, it was a command to something else.

Chling! Shling!

“W-WHAT!?"

The chains around them suddenly started moving as if they were alive. Eyes wide, Kamui watched as they dropped, latching her wrists and binding them. She tried fighting them off, but even her fighting spirit felt dulled when these binds got around her! And yet, the chains did not restrain her movements. At least, they did so for now.

Her teeth gritted, Kamui looked back up at Iris, who herself gripped the sides of her skirt. Pulling it up fully, the Demon Queen revealed her long, luscious legs... and her womanhood between her thighs. Uniquely, her pubic hair was shaved in the shape of a triangle, with its center point angled towards her pussy.

Kasmui couldn't believe it. Iris had no qualms exposing her nude body – even her womanhood – in all of its divine glory. And now, it was approaching her. Again, the Demon Queen pointed at her, focusing on the crusader's crotch.

“You know what to do now~" Iris said, her tone wispy and lewd.

Kamui bit her bottom lip... and then nodded.

Gripping the sides of her panties, the once haughty heroine scrambled to pull them down her legs and thighs. While humiliation continued building within her chest, the fear of disobeying Iris was even greater. She laid there, exposed before Iris, her womanhood clean shaven and smooth. All Kamui had on her body now was the armor on her arms and legs, without an inch of anything else.

“Stand up," Iris ordered next.

Again, Kamui gritted her teeth, but she obeyed nonetheless. Getting up, she stood before Iris, who placed her fingers on her chin in a thoughtful manner. The lurid gaze of the Demon Queen was intense, and it scanned every aspect of the heroine's body.

This lithe, graceful build, yet this athletic, combatant strength; it was truly something to marvel at. Reaching out for her, Iris placed her hand on Kamui's shoulder, causing her to stiffen. Then those tender hands began traveling down, coming to her chest, where she stroked her around and around. Her breasts were nice and shapely; firm too. Now it was Iris' turn to bite into her bottom lip with barely restrained desire.

“I said it before, but it begs repeating; you are a very beautiful woman, Kamui," Iris whispered.

“I... hn... th-thank you..." Clinch! “Aah~!?"

“And you make such sweet sounds too! Fufufufufufufu!"

Iris squeezed her hand over Kamui's tit, palming it within her glorious hand. The supple and firm skin of the crusader was gently kneaded by the Demon Queen, who rocked and rolled her bosom around in gentle circles. Then she'd clinch and lift up her tit, drawing erotic grunts and groans from Kamui's defiant lips.

Why did this feel so good? Why did Iris feel so good? Was this what the pleasures of the flesh felt like? Kamui had ignored it; she was to remain a pure and virtuous maiden until the day she was eventually wedded. But now, she was having her body groped by the Demon Queen of all people! And it felt so amazing! She never knew pleasure like this could exist in this or any world!

“You can let your voice loose," Iris whispered as her lips hovered near Kamui's ear, “Go ahead; sing with that beautiful voice of yours, Crusader. Hnnm... your queen wants to hear it."

“I...! I~! Aaaaaahh ~~! Haaaah~~!"

She tried. She tried so damn hard to remain abrasive and indignant. But despite her haughty and arrogant personality, there was something about Iris that could dismantle all of it! She was like a skilled painter, one whose strokes were flawless and immaculate. When her fingers squeezed upon Kamui, the crusader felt pleasure unlike any she had ever experienced in her entire life.

Iris would squeeze, and Kamui would moan. Iris would push, and Kamui would groan. Iris would pinch upon her nipples, and Kamui would yip. The crusader had become some lewd instrument, one who was ready and willing to play any erotic song the Demon Queen wanted to hear. She could not fight against her touches, couldn't even hope to rebel against her.

The pleasure was just... too great!

“It feels good, does it not?" Iris whispered into Kamui's ear, her voice like gilded honey.

“I...!? Hnnnnn ~~~! Aaaaahh~~~!"

“You have a truly erotic voice," the Demon Queen continued on, “Fufufufu... I like hearing it!"

Flick!

“Ahh~!?"

Iris' hand pulled back, and she gazed down upon Kamui with this lurid smirk on her lips. The crusader had been left quivering following the groping of her chest, with her hard nipples standing proud from her chest. This was shocking; astonishing, even! Was she really this aroused? Kamui had never felt such burning need and desire before!

No...! She needed to stay strong! She couldn't let Iris win this battle too! But it was so hard! While her spirit was strong and defiant, her body was weak and submissive. It wanted to surrender to the Demon Queen's superior skills, and experience all she could do for her.

And Iris noticed it.

Smirking, she pulled her hands down to Kamui's wrists. The crusader gasped as her hands were guided over, where they were placed upon Iris' firm and busty chest. Looking forward, her mouth gaped slightly as she gazed upon the fullness of the bountiful breasts before her. Iris was so big, that Kamui's hand couldn't hope to possibly hold all of it!

She pushed against the Demon Queen, watching her fingers sink slightly into her firm bosom. Such flawless skin; rubbing it sent jolts down her spine. She guided her hand along the sides of Iris' bosom, bringing them down to the bottom. Then she squeezed her tits... then she lifted her tits. Ooooooh, not only were they big, they were so damn heavy! They weighed down upon her hands like Kamui was fondling soft and curvy bricks! All the while, Iris continued holding upon her wrists, keeping her in place as she smiled down upon the heroine.

Without any further guidance, Kamui approached Iris, clearing the distance between the two. Her cheeks were red, her eyes were wide, and her mouth was in this stunned little 'o', all while steam flowed from her nostrils.

“This is... unbelievable!" said Kamui, to which Iris giggled.

“Then you better start believing," she replied, “This is my perfect body~"

Iris' hands fell on the back of Kamui's head, nudging the crusader closer. She wanted her to indulge in her body, to get lost in it, to explore every inch of her monolithic figure, and learn all of it. Biting into her bottom lip, the crusader again felt that internal battle where she tried to deny Iris. But this battle was a losing one...

If she hadn't lost it already.

PLAP!

“Oh my~! Fufufufufufufufu~!"

Throwing caution to the wind and letting her desires control her, Kamui shoved her head right in between Iris' big, bountiful, busty, breasts! And it was glorious! The once haughty heroine groaned as she felt the smooth and warm flesh of the Demon Queen's chest wrap around her face. Feeling these big, heavy tits capture her, was like snuggling up against a busty blanket on a warm Sunday morning.

Kamui never wanted to be free of this feeling...

She wrapped her arms around Iris' waist, embracing the Demon Queen fully as she pressed their nude bodies up against one another. Giving a groan, the Demon Queen's heavenly voice filled the air, while her hands started stroking and palming Kamui's head. More and more she embraced the crusader, who snuggled and ground her face against her tits in this wild, primal fashion.

Pursing her lips, she began kissing Iris' chest, and then licking it. Her fingers too groped the sides of Iris' breasts, squeezing them over her head so that she could be completely enveloped in her superior body.

Her perfect superior body.

“Haaaah~ that's it~" Iris whispered, “Hnnnnggh~ just like that, Kamui. Just~ Like~ That~"

Sliding her leg forward, the Demon Queen pushed it between the crusader's thighs, causing her to grunt. Back and forth her leg began moving, slowly and steadily grinding her thigh along Kamui's glistening slit. Never – not once – had the crusader ever experienced a feeling like this. The way Iris' stimulated her pussy with her leg along, caused her body to quiver like she was suffering an earthquake all her own!

But Iris made sure to keep her quivering. At any moment, she could make the once haughty heroine climax like an erupting volcano! But she didn't. She just kept her on the edge, kept her desperately wanting to explode and experience the heights of human pleasure.

“Iris ~~! Iiiirrrriiiiissss~~~!" Kamui even groaned into her bosom, desperate to feel that explosive high.

“No, no, no~~~!" Iris cooed before smirking from cheek to cheek, “Just a little more, my sweet little Crusader~"

Suddenly, she gripped Kamui in a more firm manner, pulling her away from her tits. She looked up at the Demon Queen, eyes wide and mouth agape, being both stunned and confused. But before she could say a word, Iris gripped the side of her tit, and began nudging it towards Kamui's face. She groaned against her, moaned too as that soft flesh began rubbing against her face. But then came the real target. That plump, hard, perky, nipple.

“Nmmmphh!? Mmmmmmm~~~"

And it was delicious.

Kamui's mouth wrapped around Iris' nipple, capturing as much of it and her tit as she could. The crusader typically ate with these refined movements as befitting someone of her caliber. But now, she was slurping on the Demon Queen's bosom, sucking up as much sweat as she could off her body.

Iris' nipple was so damn elastic! Kamui would bite down as hard as she could, and pull back just as much, sucking on her like she could actually draw milk from her bosom! But no matter how tough she treated the Demon Queen's body in this moment of frenetic lust, it never hurt her, never agitated her.

“So desperate~" Iris cooed as she continued both rubbing Kamui's cunt and embracing her head, “Fufufufufu! You've wanted this for a long, long time, haven't you? Aaah~ such pure girls like you are always such carnal bitches! Ohohohohohohohohoho~!"

POP!

Again, Kamui was pulled away from Iris tit, drawing with her bridges of spit which hung from her panting mouth. Giving deep, haggard breaths, the crusader gazed up at the Demon Queen, who reached down towards her. With a firm grasp, Iris gripped her chin, and stuck her thumb straight into her mouth, pulling out her tongue and letting it hang.

“Look at you, you kinky little slut!" Iris said with this domineering tone in her voice, “Hnnnghh...! You talk so high and mighty, but now, you're panting like a bitch in heat! Maybe this is what you need: proper training! Fortunately for you..." her eyes slid into glares, “I know a thing or two about training others."

Placing her hand on Kamui's shoulder, Iris pushed her down until she was on her knees. The crusader continued looking up at the Demon Queen, her mouth still gaping wide as she panted for breath. A flurry of thoughts rushed through her head, most of which being 'What now?' Her answer came when Iris' hand fell on her head... and tipped it down.

Oh... that's what is 'now'.

Before Kamui was Iris' pussy.

No, wait, I'm sorry.

Before Kamui was Iris' amazing, perfect pussy.

Its shape was erotic, its color pink, rich honey oozed down her thighs, and of course, there was that unique patch of pubic hair. Why was it shaved into a triangle? Did it mean anything? Or was it just for style?

“Sniiffff? Snnnniiffff!!! Oh... aaaahh~"

Those thoughts were cut short by Iris' sensual odor. It flowed into Kamui's nostrils, smelling like a sweet aroma that wouldn't be out of place in a noblewoman's cologne. But there was also the musky scent of sweat mixed in with it, creating this heavier odor which pressed against the crusader's small nose. Never in her life had she experienced anything even close to this. It was again amazing.

“I... Iriiiissss..." she groaned whilst looking up at the Demon Queen with a pathetic face.

“Fufufufufu~ open your mouth, Kamui," she answered whilst gently placing her hand on the crusader's head... before gripping it in a firm manner, “You'll learn what to do next~"

“Haahahhaaaaa~~~!"

Kamui shuddered, her yellow eyes dropping down to again lock upon Iris' pussy. Her folds quivered with honey, which streaked down her thighs. Combined with the smell, it made the crusader's mouth water with a lurid desire.

If this was an hour ago, she would never even imagine placing her mouth to another woman's vagina. Wasn't it a dirty place? Why would she – or anyone – ever place their mouth on a woman's pussy? It sounded as dirty as wrapping their mouth around a man's penis? No, no... that definitely sounded worse.

But right now as she was face to face with Iris' cunt, Kamui felt a pit form in her stomach. While the idea of placing her mouth to the Demon Queen's pussy was still disgusting, it was unquestionably erotic as well. What did it taste like? What did it feel like? She'd get in her answers soon enough. So...

“Hnnaaaaaaaahh!"

Kamui opened her mouth...

“MMMPHH~~~!?"

And Iris pressed her pussy onto it.

Flavor. An explosive burst of flavor filled Kamui's mouth. It tasted like... it tasted like... it tasted like... it tasted like the world's sweetest, most finest of fine wines. The crusader had been to the land of Drakehelm, a kingdom known for its exquisite wines. She was even allowed to taste one from the king's personal stash as thanks for aiding him in a monster problem he had. At the time, she thought no drink – alcoholic or otherwise – would ever compare to that one cup of wine she had.

Now she knew she was wrong.

Iris' body tasted heavenly. When her nectar fell upon her tongue, Kamui realized nothing in this world would ever compare to it. It was heavy, it was spicy, it was hot, it was sweet, it was perfect. And the way it traveled so sinfully down her tongue and into her throat, caused the crusader to audibly groan into Iris' awaiting pussy.

“Fufufufuffu! Like the taste, Kamui?" Iris asked... though with her mouth currently full, there was no way she could answer her.

Reaching up and around, Kamui gripped upon Iris' wide hips... and even her firm ass. She clinched it tight, groaning as she felt the Demon Queen's taut flesh be squeezed between her randy fingers. Bracing herself against her, the crusader's tongue began to idly lap at her sweltering pussy.

And 'sweltering' was certainly the word for it. Iris' pussy – and her body as a whole – burned as if what was beneath her flesh was not blood, but fire! Coupled with her reptilian tail, her slit eyes, and her serpentine tongue, it left Kamui wondering if the Demon Queen was a dragon.

Not that she could think much with what she was doing at the moment.

With every passing second, Kamui began licking and lapping at Iris' cunt with an ever increasing speed and desire. The Demon Queen's pussy was toned and strong, with her labia feeling like smooth, firm stones. Stroking her tongue against it more and more, the crusader pulled more honey from Iris' pot, and let it pool on her greedy tongue.

The taste, the heat, it all had Kamui groaning and moaning into Iris' body. The sounds reverberated through the Demon Queen's, causing her body to quiver, and her lips to curl into a smile. Her laughter filled the air, but she said not a word, instead gripping on Kamui's braid and pulling on it. This in turn dragged the crusader deeper between her thighs, causing her to increase her hungry cunnilingus even more!

“Oooh~! So greedy~" Iris remarked in a playful manner, “Haaah... keep going... hnn~ stick your tongue in there. Get it nice and deep~ fufufufufufu~"

Obeying, Kamui not only gripped Iris as hard as she could, she started pushing her tongue against her folds. With the skill and precision of a nubile virgin, the crusader did her best to work open Iris' cunt with her needy tongue. Thankfully, it worked, as the deep pinks of the Demon Queen's womanhood was revealed to her. Then she started to puuuuuuuush, forcing her tongue as deep into her folds as it could go.

Iris' cunt clamped down around Kamui's tongue, holding it in deep. The crusader's eyes grew wide as her fleshy tunnel wrapped around her tongue and refused to let it go. But nothing compared to this taste. With her tongue in Iris' pussy, she got the rawest, truest taste of her pussy. All of that honey and sweat had mixed together, creating this orgasmic potion that Kamui could drink down for hours.

Clinch!

But Iris would deny her those hours.

Slrrrrrrrp!

The crusader was pulled away from Iris' cunt, her mouth hanging as sweat, spit and pussy juices all hung from her face and lips. Gasping for breath, Kamui looked up, meeting the domineering smile painted on the Demon Queen's lurid lips. But before she could say a word, Iris' hand fell on her shoulder... and then pushed her back.

“Ah!?" Thud! “Oof!?"

Resting on her back, Kamui looked up at Iris, confused by the sudden forcefulness she showed. But, again, she wasn't given the chance to speak as the Demon Queen stood above her. That powerful woman chuckled softly at the crusader's confusion, before raising her hand up. And then – like many times before – she hooked it in the air.

Shling! Chlang!

More chains fell from the ceiling, but instead of wrapping around Kamui's wrists, they instead wrapped around her ankles. She gasped as their cold, hard steel clinched around her legs, holding her hostage! And then, with another curl of her finger...

Grrrrrrnnlkkk!

The chains began moving up.

“What!? WHAT!?" Kamui babbled.

Her legs were forced upwards, while the chains on her wrists kept her pinned to the ground. Eyes wide, the crusader could do nothing but let herself be manhandled by these bonds, which forced her legs up in a 90 degree angle with the rest of her body. Her supple legs and shapely butt were exposed to the dungeon around her, presented before a set of invisible eyes in this humiliating pose. And there was nothing Kamui could do about it.

“Ohohohohohoho!" Iris laughed as she waltzed around towards Kamui's legs, where she gripped it like a pole, “Look at you! Fufufufufufu! You're like a pig at a banquet! You're just waiting to be feasted upon."

Those words made Kamui's eyes close shut as she gritted her teeth, terrified by the implications of such words. She wanted to say a word, but Iris again cut her off as she hooked her fingers through the air. The chains on her body began pulling upwards, lifting the crusader up, while keeping her body in that perfect 90 degree angle. All she could do was gaze up towards the ceiling and look around as best she could, while Iris came around to her back and--

SMACK!

“AAAHH-AAAAH~~!?"

Her powerful palm swatted at Kamui's ass. It was taut and shapely; this perfect peach that deserved, nay, demanded to be spanked, smacked, and struck until it was hot and red. And with how powerful Iris was, well, if she struck it a few more times, a nice hand print would be left. But Iris didn't strike her ass again. Instead, the Demon Queen idly stroked her sensual palm upon Kamui's butt in erotic circles, much like when she groped her tit before. And then those fingers came over towards her pussy.

It peaked between Kamui's thighs; this pink slit which oozed with honey and nectar. Chuckling, Iris poked and prodded at her cunt with her nails, sending jolts down the crusader's body.

“Look at this~" she whispered, “The prim and proper pussy of a supposed perfect princess. Fufufufu... in a way, I pity you, Kamui. You've never experienced the pleasures of your body, even by your own accord. That is until now, of course..."

“I-Iiirrrriiisss...!" she groaned, looking at her as best she could with this babbling, whimpering expression on her face, “Wh-what are you going to do...?" Sliiiddddeeee! “Aaaaah-haaaaahh~~!?"

Smiling down upon her, Iris stroked her fingers upon her moist cunt and watched her reaction. Kamui shuddered, her eyes widened, and this pathetic cry of lust left her gaping mouth. It all made Iris lick her lips in desire, while her fingers continued stroking along her pussy; back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

It was that middle finger which was most devious of all. Not only was it long, but it curled, cupping the whole of Kamui's cunt. The crusader needed to work hard to pry open Iris' pussy, and she only did so because the Demon Queen allowed her to do it. On the other hand, Iris only applied a mere fraction of her skill, and she had her pussy absolutely oozing!

Then Iris gripped the side of the crusader's cunt, causing her eyes to swell. Looking up at the Demon Queen, Kamui babbled in confusion, wondering what she was going to do. She didn't have to wait long, as the domineering demoness began prrryyyyiiing her folds apart.

“Aaaaaahhhaaaaaaaaaaaah~~~!!!"

Kamui's cry filled the dungeon as her pussy was opened up for all to see, flaunting the deep pinks of her womanhood. This sacred spot no one had ever seen, was flaunted for a set of invisible onlookers, like the crusader was some naughty masochist who got off on being exposed. It seemed to work, for despite her shame and embarrassment, her cunt began twitching and throbbing even more.

Swap!

“Aah!?"

And then Iris pulled her hand away, allowing her pussy to snap back shut.

“So tight," she remarked whilst bringing her fingers up to her mouth.

Looking up, Kamui watched as Iris stuck her middle and index finger into her mouth, tasting the honey which oozed on her fingers. It was hot and nubile; the body of a young woman who had never experienced sex, even in a self-exploratory manner. Moans were drawn from the Demon Queen from the taste, before she pulled her spit-covered fingers back, and locked her eyes on the crusader before her.

“Good, good... now then... let's get you ready," Iris whispered as her fingers hovered next to Kamui's cunt.

“Get me r-ready...?" whimpered the crusader, “R-ready for... what...?"

“Fufufufufufu... you'll see.

SMACK!

“AAAH~!?"

Kamui's taunt skin rippled upon the strike to her bottom, This time though, it wasn't by Iris' hand. This time, the Demon Queen swatted at her with her thick and long tail. It was like feeling leather crack against flesh, and it left a vibrant red mark upon the crusader's creamy flesh.

But in a surprising move, Iris palmed where she had stricken Kamui, rubbing her butt in a tender manner. Was she trying to soothe the pain? On some level it worked, as the crusader's loud cry of ecstasy, morphed into a low moan of pleasure. But, no, this wasn't it. Iris' hand slowly started working its way towards her prey's quivering slit. And once her spit-covered middle and index finger traveled to her entrance...

THRUST!

“GRRAAAH-HAAAAAAHH~~~!?"

Her fingers pushed right in!

Kamui jerked back and her limbs spasmed as Iris penetrated her with her long, slender, graceful, fingers. Every inch of her cunt was prodded by every inch of the Demon Queen's fingers, and she could feel it on a finite level. Her pussy – so damn tight and wet – clinched upon Iris, as if both trying to force her out and pull her in.

This sensation was strange! Kamui was no fool; she knew how sexual intercourse worked! But there's a difference between learning about it through some book or from her mother, and actually experiencing it! To actually feel such amazing fingers push into her sopping wet folds, caused her stomach to clinch, and sent these thunderous jolts up her body.

It was glorious!

And this was just the start.

Grinning from cheek to cheek, Iris again indulged in the sordid sight of Kamui's face as she panted for breath. She took a few moments, waiting for the crusader to finally relax from her sexual high. Once she did, the Demon Queen hovered her face right above hers, where she whispered.

“Take in a deep breath, and hold it."

“I... I... huuuuuuuffffff...!"

Kamui pushed out her chest, her cheeks too growing plump. She didn't know why Iris told her to breathe deep, but she wasn't about to disobey her. Especially once she pulled her fingers back in such an arduous and slow manner. She felt every inch of those fingers on their torturous retreat, up until they slipped out of her folds.

Then came the thrusting...

THWAP! SLAP! SLURP! PLAP! PAT! THWAP!

“GAAH ~~! AAAH~~! HAAAH ~~~! HOOOOOH~~~! AAAAHHHNNNN~~~! HAAAAH~!"

“Fufufufufu~ I told you to hold your breath..."

HOW!? How could she possibly do such a thing when Iris was not sparing her in the slightest!?

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, Iris' fingers pumped in and out of Kamui's cunt with all the speed and precision of a fencer's rapier. It was just as deadly as well, with its deep, penetrating thrusts that claimed every inch of her cunt on every impact. Iris would bury her fingers down to the knuckle, and then retreat them all the way out, all in flawless, fluid movements that happened in a matter of seconds.

And the Demon Queen did not spare her no quarter. Not only were her thrusts strong, not only were they deft, they were also precise. Iris dragged her nails along the walls of Kamui's cunt, plucking them upon every individual ridge, every individual fold within her pussy. Every thrust caused her slit to squelch with her erotic juices, which splattered all over her regal hand. She'd giggle, but never stop.

Just like before with her knee, Iris made sure Kamui hung on the edge of ecstasy. Only now, things were twice as intense! The crusader clinched her teeth as her eyes grew wide, and all she saw was stars! Spit even froth from her mouth, drizzling down her chin and along her face as that explosive high kept teasing her... but never happening.

“GAH ~~! HAAAH~~! AAAHH~~!"

“Do you see?" said Iris as she penetrated Kamui's pussy over and over again, “Your tight, crusader pussy is being molested by me, the Demon Queen... and yet you howl with pleasure. Fufufufufufu~" she looked back, gazing upon her face, “This is the true state of all you mortal beings. You are a hedonist. You care only for food, for fighting... fufufu... and for fucking. Admit it, Kamui. This body of yours which you've trained and honed to slay demons, would be far better suited as a breeding sow! Fufufufufu! Wouldn't you agree?"

“GAAHH ~~~?! HAAAAHH~~~!"

Kamui heard her. Even amid the thrusting in her pussy, even amid her own rampant cries of lust, Kamui heard her. Those terrible, belittling words, wormed their way into the crusader's head like a drill, and she could not stop it! While she wanted to fight back, Iris' erotic assault was too great to possibly overcome! She was overwhelmed, and could do nothing but gasp for more, and gasp louder.

“Admit it," Iris whispered as her grin turned sadistic, “Admit that you're better off as a breeding sow."

“AAHH ~~~! HAAH~! HA~~! AAAHHNN~~~!"

“Admit it... and I'll let you cum..."

Kamui's eyes grew wide.

“YES! I ADMIT IT!!!" she cried, “I'M NO CRUSADER! I'M A BREEDING SOW! SO PLEASE! PLEAAASEEE!!! LET! ME! CUM!"

“Fufufufufu... good girl..." THRUST! “Now cum..."

“GRRAAAAH-HAAAAAAAHHH~~~!"

SQUIRRRRRRTTTTT!!!

Cum. Thick, clear, feminine, cum. It squirted hard from Kamui's cunt, detonating like a bomb meant to destroy rubble. Thick and clear strands spread out from her folds, splintering through the air, and staining Iris' hand. All the while, she slowed her thrusting down considerably, smiling instead as she watched Kamui howl with ecstasy... and then peter out softly.

For a few blissful moments, she was feeling the heights of euphoria. Nothing could reach her; her head was in the clouds. But just as quickly as that moment befell her, it subsided and faded away. Kamui slumped back in her chains, flopping in the air as this intense feeling of shame washed over her.

She did that. She caved into the pleasure, and admitted to being a breeding sow. How low could she get? And for what? So that she could cum? In a way, Kamui was right; she was no crusader. After her shameful display, she didn't deserve to be a crusader.

Looking over, Kamui bore her fangs towards Iris in some vain attempt to come off as defiant. But the Demon Queen didn't seem to care. In fact, she was smiling as she raised her hand. Upon her fingers was the crusader's cum, which streaked down her digits in this sinfully slow slide.

Bringing her hand over, Iris's tongue slithered out, where she started licking her fingers clean of Kamui's nectar. And, oooooh, it made the Demon Queen visibly shiver. The crusader's cunt tasted positively delicious. She was like a ripe fruit that was waiting to be devoured, and her honey was the fresh juice one can squeeze out of it.

Slurrrrp!

The lewd sound of her cleaning her fingers, caused Kamui to jolt, reminding her that it was her cum she was slurping down. It wasn't long though before the Demon Queen dropped her hand, having completely swallowed it all down.

And then Iris raised her hand. And then Iris hooked her fingers through the air...

SHLING! CHLANG! CHING! SHINK!

“GUH!?"

The chains gave way, allowing the crusader to fall on the ground and lay there as a heap of flesh. Rolling over on her side, Kamui bit into her bottom lip and shook her head, still feeling the intense shame and humiliation of her ill-gotten climax. Who cares if it felt good when it required her honor to get it?

Death before dishonor? Yeah right...

“It felt good, did it not?" Iris asked, causing Kamui to screw her eyes shut.

She truly was a demon. Only a monster without a soul would ask her such a question after her shameful display.

“Have you had your fun yet?" asked Kamui, her tone this odd mixture between defiance... and defeat. Hearing it made Iris giggle, and the Demon Queen bent over, hovering above the crusader in an overbearing showing of her power.

“Oh... fufufufu~ you have been quite the enjoyable partner, Kamui... but no," she shook her head, “I've yet to have my fun."

“What are you talking about!? You've used and abused me since this has all started, and yet you've yet to have your 'fun'!?" She shook her head, “What could you possibly be speaking of!?"

“I speak... of this..."

Iris gripped her skirt and pulled it down, where she covered her crotch. For a few moments, Kamui sat before her, confused by what the Demon Queen was doing. But then... oh... no no no! Th-that's not possible, is it!? A lump – a tower – had formed on the underside of her skirt! It rubbed against her garment, as if threatening to tear through it! It wouldn't be there for long, for with a tug of her garment...

“Fwah! Ohohohohohoho!"

“Wh... what...?"

A penis. A long, thick, throbbing, penis. It hung between Iris legs, standing tall and proud on its own. Veins ran along its shaft, its helm was bright and pink, pre-cum oozed from its slit, and between Iris' legs was a heavy pair of balls.

Kamui gawked at the Demon Queen's cock, struggling to even accept that it was real. It couldn't be real, could it? Iris had a pussy! She'd know, since she ate her out not too long ago! But now, that beautiful pussy had been replaced with this throbbing, monster of a cock!

And this throbbing, monster of a cock told Kamui everything she needed to know.

“H-how... when did... wh-what!?" she babbled as Iris placed her fingers on her newly-acquired cock, where she gently stroked it.

“Quite the unsightly looking thing, is it not?" the Demon Queen bemoaned, “But works better than using a mere strap-on. It feels better too."

“No! N-no! I-Iris! You can't be serious!" the crusader cried, causing Iris to look down upon her with this lewd smirk on her lips.

“Oh... I am," she replied, “I'm going to take this cock of mine, and thrust it straight into your womb."

“M-my womb...!?" Kamui shuddered, “N-no! Iris! I-i-if you do that! Y-y-you'll break me!"

“Fufufufufu~ that's the point," Iris stated, again making the crusader quiver, “I get to have my fun, don't I? And I so truly enjoy breaking things. It may be a little unbecoming for a queen of my stature... but then again... you are in my dungeon."

“No! NO! W-wait!" Kamui pleaded as Iris knelt down before her, “A-at least give me a few minutes! I-I just came! I'm still sensitive, I--" Clutch! “Aah~?"

Iris' hand fell on Kamui's cheek, palming it gently. The crusader gritted her teeth and looked up, desperate to say something – anything – that could change her mind. But the Demon Queen wore this sensual and domineering smile on her lips. There was a faint glow in her red eyes, this purple... no... pink miasma flowed off of her body, and on her stomach – right above her womb in fact – was this glowing symbol.

It was a familiar symbol, being a flower with a serpent-like creature extending from its center. This was the symbol of Mordredus... and it was Iris' succubus crest.

Kamui's mouth gaped open and her eyes did likewise, with tears of fear streaming down her face. Iris' big, burly cock was drifting closer and closer, taunting her with the inevitable. Nonsensical babbles kept leaving her lips, saying something – anything – to hopefully deter the Demon Queen. But, of course, there was no stopping her. There was only delaying the inevitable... and Kamui was sure she wasn't even doing that.

“Just relax," Iris whispered as her thumb stroked upon her cheek and lips, “My cock will make you feel better. Promise~"

“No... Iris... I..." Touch~ “Hiiiiiinnn~~~!?"

The head of Iris cock pressed up against Kamui's slit. With one push, the crusader could already feel her defenses breaking! Her pussy was so damn wet, so damn lubricated, that it was ready and willing for anything to thrust inside of her! Kamui continued struggling against her bonds, but it was no use. She was trapped.

And Iris began puuuuuuuuuussshhiiiiinnngggg!!!

“GAAH-HAAAAAAAHHH~~~!?"

Big! Big! Too fucking big!

Iris cock slid into Kamui's cunt with nary any defiance in sight. Not that the crusader wasn't trying to stop her, she just couldn't. Iris' cock was so superior, that she casually beat down the final vestiges of her prey's defenses... and her purity.

Did it hurt? OF COURSE IT HURT! Never had Kamui experienced something inserting into her pussy! The only other thing... was Iris' own fingers! But as amazing as her fingers were, they were still skinnier and shorter than this monster of a cock! It pushed in so deep, and widened her out so well, that the crusader didn't even feel her hymen being torn! It just happened, mixing with all the pain she felt as she took her first cock.

Tears rolled down Kamui's cheeks as her virginity – and her body – were stolen by the queen of demons. Iris took her time burying her ruthless length into her cunt, enjoying the imagine of the crusader twitching and gasping for breath. The way she squeezed down around her member, clamping and gripping it, drew tantalizing giggles from her lips.

“You're trying so desperately to force me out~" said Iris, “Fufufufufu! It's rather cute~"

“HAAAH ~~! AAAAHHH~~~! HAAAAHHHHAAAA ~~~!" Touch... “Aaahhh~~!?"

With wide eyes, Kamui looked down. On her trim belly, Iris idly stroked her fingers. Down below – beneath flesh and blood – the Demon Queen's cock was buried deep into her cunt. She traced her fingers along where her cock was, sending shivers down her prey's spine.

Having this cock in her pussy... it was such an odd sensation. Far odder than Iris' fingers no less. Never in her life had Kamui felt so full. And to think, Iris wasn't even halfway done. The Demon Queen's cock still had plenty of more length to go!

Right... she was going to thrust it into her womb, right? She was going to break her.

“Irrriiiiissssss..." Kamui whimpered, trying one last time to appeal to her, “I'm sorry... I'm really, really sorry, I...!" she shook her head and gritted her teeth, “Please don't! I-I can't take it..."

“Fufufufufu... I'm really happy to hear that, Kamui. Honestly," said Iris with this beaming smile on her face, “But I'm afraid..." and then said beaming smile faded into this lurid smirk, “That it's too late for you."

“Iris... IRIS!!!" THWAP! “HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH~~~!"

One thrust. That's all it took. One final thrust, and aaallllll of Iris cock went straight into Kamui's pussy.

Her womb included.

The crusader's back arched off the ground completely, while her pelvis touched Iris' in this sordid little kiss. Not that she could pay attention to it, of course. Her eyes were wide, her mouth was too, and this howling cry of pain and ecstasy flowed from her lips.

Odd... ecstasy? It hurt, yes, it hurt a lot... but it somehow felt so good? Did she like the pain?

Somehow, it didn't seem to matter.

Iris reached down and gripped Kamui's thighs, holding them open. The crusader – panting and gasping for breath – eventually worked her head up to stare up at the Demon Queen. And, my, she made for such a beautiful picture. The sheer fear she had plastered on her face, made Iris lick her lips in a hungry, lewd, lurid desire.

But she wasn't broken yet. Iris wasn't just going to fuck her pussy. She was going to fuck her mind. So... no more sitting around!

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

“GAH~! AAH~! HAAAH ~~! HOOOH~~! OOOH ~~! OH~! AAH~! HAAAH~ AAAAHHNN~~~!!!"

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, Iris drove her cock in and out of Kamui's pussy with the same force of a horse! The impacts were so strong, that quakes were sent running through the crusader's supple form. Her tits – so perky and firm – bounced upon her chest, flopping up and down! Her hair did likewise, fluttering around her head, as she endured impact after impact after impact!

Not that she was alone. Iris was putting such great force into her thrusts, that it too made her own body bounce. All of those luscious, erotic curves, her huge, hefty tits, and her vibrant purple hair, quivered and quaked like she was enduring an earthquake!

No, she wasn't enduring the earthquake, she was the earthquake!

Every thrust carved a path out in Kamui's cunt, and she fucking felt it! The way the head of Iris' cock ground against her folds, and how it traveled in and pulled out, triggered these lewd 'Squelches!' and slick 'Pops!' from her nubile pussy. But it went beyond that, didn't it? Kamui could feel her cock push into her womb, a feeling that triggered so much pain!

And so much mind-shattering pleasure!

WHY DID IT FEEL SO GOOOOOD!?

“GAAAH!!! HAAAAH ~~~! AAAAHHHH~~~!"

Again, Kamui threw her head back, her fit and perky chest bouncing before Iris' eyes as she roared with pleasure. How many times had she climaxed? They were too innumerable to count! It seemed as if every thrust of Iris' cock, triggered an orgasm in the crusader! And each climax, each release, started making her mind ebb and flow.

Further...

Further...

Furrrrrtheeerrrr...

Kamui looked down, gazing at Iris with eyes wide and pupils small. Her teeth were clenched, tears streamed down her cheeks, and spit froth from her lips. Every impact she suffered, made it harder and harder for the crusader to even think! All she knew – all she saw – was Iris!

Her original plan no longer mattered. She was only going to endure this for as long as she could and get her hands on the Katana of Olympia, but all of that was quickly forgotten. In fact, Kamui was beginning to forget everything! The thrusting was too strong, too deep, too fast! And what replaced it was Iris.

It was all Iris!

“Your face looks so indecent," the Demon Queen whispered amid the melding of their bodies, “Hmmmmm~ oh yes... you're getting there. You're almost ready to be remodeled."

“IRIS~! HAH~! IRIS! HAAHNN~! IRRRRISSSSNNN ~~~! NO MORE~! CAN'T TAKE! AAAHH~~~! ANYMORE ~~~! AAAHHNNNN~~~~!"

“We're almost there, we're almost there~" Iris said as she leaned in closer, “Just a little more~ a little more~"

“NO~! NOOOO~! AH~ HAH~ AAH~ OH~ OH~ OOOOH-HOOOOH~~~!"

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“AH~ AH~ AH~ AH~ HAH~ HAH~ HNN~ AAH~ OOH~"

“Fufufufufufu! A little more~ A little more~~!"

“AAAAAHHH~ AAAAHH~ HAAAAAAHHH~~~!"

THWAP!

“OOOOHH~!?"

GLRRRRKK! GGRRRRRK! SPLRRRRRRKK!!!

“Grrrrrnrnnnnnnssshhhh!?"

Cum. Piping hot, steamy-white, cum. It rushed through Iris' cock, surged from her balls, and poured straight into Kamui's womb. The heavy climax immediately spurted out from around her dick, like she was planting a bomb of seed inside of the crusader's womb.

In a way she was... she was planting so much more!

A satisfied grin rested on Iris' lips as she poured her demonic seed inside of Kamui's awaiting pussy. And Kamui herself?

“HRRRRKKK!!!"

Her cunt tightened around Iris' cock, milking it off for every bit of seed she could give as she suffered the greatest climax of her life. Streaks of clear fem-cum oozed down the sides of her member, matting down her pelvis, and staining the ground beneath them, as it mixed with the Demon Queen's own cum. This lewd, orgasmic cocktail of sinful fluids, permeated the air with its overwhelming odor...

Thud...

While Kamui fell back.

Her pussy was spent, her body was spent, her mind was spent. The haughty heroine's once proud visage had transformed into something truly broken. Her mouth was agape with spit oozing from her lips, her eyes were rolled back in this dazed look, and tears traveled down her cheek. All the while, her body remained immobile, resting on the floor as the miasma in the dungeon hovered around her.

And then Iris began pulling back.

Slrrrrrrrrrrrrdddeee...! SHLOP!

Her big, burly cock slipped out of Kamui's, allowing her thick seed to ooze out of her womb and pussy. Standing tall above her, Iris placed the back of her hand to her chin, and chuckled lightly as she gazed upon her handiwork.

“Mmmm... the hardy spirit of a heroine... they always taste so good," she whispered as she grabbed her skirt.

Pulling it over her legs, she covered her crotch for a few moments, before pulling it away. When she did, her cock vanished, with her pelvis having returned to normal.

“Oh my~ I really was not expecting such a spirited evening after my bath," Iris remarked as she took a thoughtful pose, “Mmm... oh well! Looks like I'll just have to take another bath in the morning. Fufufufufu! I'm sure my servants won't mind. Especially..." she looked down upon Kamui, “My newest one. Fufufufufufu!"

Reaching down, Iris grabbed the unconscious crusader and rested her upon her shoulder. All around them, the miasma within the dungeon grew thicker and thicker, covering the two like a fog. It grew so thick, one could no longer see the two, though they could hear the shifting of chains...

“Fufufufufufufu!"

And Iris' powerful giggle.

When the fog dispersed, all that was left – resting on the ground and glowing with its holy power – was the Katana of Olympia.

…

The Tower of Mordred.

One day, one day long ago, the Steel Snakes – a mercenary group – was tasked with reaching as deep into the tower as they could go. It was the hope of many that the portal connecting their world to Daemonium could be found... and destroyed. To help with their mission, they gained the aid of the crusader Kinton Kamui, wielder of the Katana of Olympia.

What happened next is a mystery to all. The Steel Snakes were found outside of the tower a few days later. Some suffered horrible fates within the tower, others were driven mad by the experience, but a rare few were fortunate enough to survive. But among them was not the crusader they went inside with. Kinton Kamui – the pride of the Kinton family – was nowhere to be seen. All that was left of her was the Katana of Olympia, which – somehow – had returned to the main lobby of the Tower of Mordred.

To this day – decades after that fateful event – the Tower of Mordred remains in the mountains of Krone. Demons continue to appear from the tower, though their numbers are far fewer than they had been in the past. Nevertheless, adventurers, mercenaries, and even crusaders, continue adventuring into the tower. They may hope for glory, for fame, or even to simply stop the demonic menace, but they go to the tower nonetheless.

And for those brave enough to go even deeper, it is said that among the walls, a most peculiar sound may ring out. You may hear...

Pat! Pat! Pat!

The pounding of flesh...

Fufufufufufu!

The elegant laugh of a noblewoman.

HAH~ AAH~ OH~ HOOH~

And the moans of a young woman.