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"You're WHAT!?" Tilnak demanded in outrage, "The hell you are, I'm the one who gives the orders here, devil child!" He was noticeably angry when Bilen told him he was planning to leave the group and start his own operations outside Halshimron.

"I'm not a devil, and I'm sick of being treated no better than the slaves we capture because of your racism!" Bilen shot back, just as angry. He held up his palm, clearly showing off the brand that was upon it.

"You see this brand?" he asked, "It means I'm a member of the guild, same as you, or Elecia, or Edgar, or Vincent, or even Stewped. Yet just because we're not humans, I get only half pay, and Stewped doesn't get any at all!" He clenched his fists in anger as the Cubling held her sword ready, in case things got violent between them.

"Do you even remember I'm your son anymore, or does my transformation make it easier to ignore that detail?" Bilen demanded, to which he received an angry snarl from Tilnak in response.

"My son died the moment that Imp used her black magic, you are just a mockery of his image!" Tilnak responded, "My only regret is that I gave him the brand before the transformation took place, or I'd have you in chains like the devil that spawned you!" He began reaching for his hammer, a sign that things were going very bad, very quickly.

"Very well then, TILNAK!" Bilen shouted, spitting on the ground when he said his father's name, "If that's how you really feel then I'll do you the favor of leaving. Then you can pretend I never existed to begin with!"

With that, he grabbed the Cubling by the waist and flew into the air just as the maddened barbarian drew his hammer and charged. Bilen wasn't as fast as he normally was because of the added weight, but he was able to get enough air to avoid the hammer swing. He didn't bother wasting time with any more dialog, he knew that any attempt to talk things over had flown right out the window once his father went on the offensive. Instead, he focused on escaping the village as quickly as possible.

"Well that could have gone better!" The bunny exclaimed, to which Bilen flatly answered with "No it couldn't!" She tried her best not to wiggle as she hung limply in his grasp. His arms wrapped around her waist, and his crotch grinding into her rump. She was thankful that he didn't seem to be getting aroused from this, but the thought of impending death was probably a mood killer anyways.

"So what's your name?" Bilen asked, "Or should I just keep calling you bunny?" He asked once they successfully managed to fly ouside the village, leaving Tilnak and his group to handle the rest of the round up.

"It's Sila!" The Cubling answered, "You know, to be honest, I'm pretty new to the guild. That was my second hunt back there." Sila explained as Bilen soon reached the cliff his former party had attacked from, landing to rest himself and let Sila walk again.

"Yeah well, I've been raised in the guild." Bilen commented, "If you've decided independent work is too risky, maybe we could team up?" He suggested, noticing as Sila looked at him in confusion as if having no idea what he was talking about. Bilen started to explain as best he could.

"You know the guild doesn't actually have a main base of operations, right?" he asked, "We're free to work in groups or go in alone as we see fit. And we're all over Talinak. All we have to do is find the right place to set up a safe house and we can be back in business." the Imp explained. Sila listened to the information and then smiled with a nod.

"Yeah, I think you're right. My current hunting method was too slow anyways." She answered, extending a paw, which Bilen accepted with a shake to confirm their partnership. "So why don't we get the hell out of here before they finish with the village?" She asked, "We're lucky humans can't see very well in the dark."

The Imp nodded as they quickly began to make a run for it away from the village, already having a significant lead. But this time, they were heading further into the Wyld Lands, rather than heading towards Halshimron. They would receive no friendly welcomes back in Bilen's homeland, it was time to start fresh, and the chaotic Wyld Lands were the best place to start.

They continued fleeing into the night until they could no longer see the cliff in the distance, a safe enough ways that there was no chance of his Tilnak's gang catching up to them and still transporting their slaves at the same time.

"If we're going to start working on a safe house, we're going to need supplies." Bilen said, crossing his arms as he looked around the area. It seemed like a suitable location as it was a vast open field with plenty of room for construction, and it was close to the road. The only problem was getting things up and running.

"I've got an idea." Sila spoke up, "Most of the villages in this kingdom are barbarians. We should be able to make some decent coin by trading slaves in between enemy tribes. I was planning to do that with the vixen before... well you know." She explained.

"That sounds like a good idea." Bilen agreed, "And once news starts spreading the slavers are setting up shop in the region, I'm sure we'll be getting more and more customers. Heck, we might even start getting some guild members looking to help out!" he mused, rubbing his hands together.

"Well this looks like a good enough spot as any, but we'll have to wait for daybreak to properly scout the place out. For now we should set up camp for the night." Sila suggested, yawning and stretching her arms as she was tired from the excitement of tonight. But then she seemed to notice they didn't have any equipment besides their weapons.

"Oh damn, I forgot all my supplies in the village!" She exclaimed, "We've got no food, water, or even bed rolls!" She was looking around the area now, trying to find anything they could use to protect themselves throughout the night. Bilen buried his face in his palm before snapping her back into focus.

"We'll just have to tough it out. I'm sure when day time rolls around we'll be able to find a village to trade supplies with." he said, "Besides, the Wyld Lands are pretty hot, so it's not like we're going to freeze out here." He added.

"It's not the cold I'm worried about." Sila muttered, as she began to lay down on the grass. It was tall enough for them that it reached their knees while standing, so it should have been tall enough to hide their presence when laying down.

"Good night." She said, as Bilen answered with the same, also smoothing out some grass for him to lay down. As he waited and heard his new partner drift off to sleep, his thoughts began to wander, and he found himself peering over the grass to watch her.

Once again, he was reminded of the fact he was no longer human when certain urges began to awaken in him. Imps may have bodies that resembled young children, but their personalities were like those of rebellious adolescents. They pulled mean pranks, defied the rules of society, and were renowned as being perverted little monsters who seemed to have a universal fetish for leather. His mind had been distracted from such things during the ensuing chaos of the village raid, but now that things had settled down, his instincts were starting to kick in.

Here they were, completely alone on the open road, and all she had was that sword to protect her, and he had magic to take care of that. Her clothing was nothing more than a vest and loin cloth, it would have been easy to tear them off.

He found himself reaching for her sleeping form, but quickly came back to his senses and rolled over in the grass when he was startled by Sila having shifted in her sleep. He grit his teeth as he forced his mind away from such thoughts.

She was a fellow slaver, and more than that, she was his only ally right now in a kingdom he had no experience traveling any further than the border's edge. Now was not the time to ruin that by raping her.

"When things get more stabilized." he muttered to himself, "Now's not the time." He closed his eyes and began to doze off, easing his tensions with erotic dreams of conquered slave girls. But he was suddenly shocked back to the waking world when he heard Sila's right over his head.

"Thinking about raping the poor bunny in her sleep?" She asked, as Bilen's eyes snapped wide open to see her standing over him. "I know all about the stories of Imp behavior, I'm surprised you didn't try anything while we were flying!" She commented as Bilen quickly moved to a sitting position.

"You don't have to be shy about it." She said, causing Bilen to quirk a brow in confusion, "I'm a worshiper of Dalia, so I'm used to that sort of thing." She explained. Bilen was surprised to hear this.

Dalia was one of the Infernal demi gods who had been born as an Imp, but had risen to the status of godhood when she pleased Malikara, god of hedonism and debauchery. Now she was the goddess of forbidden lusts, and rape was part of her portfolio. A great number of Imps worshiped her, given that she was both one of them, and ruled over many of their urges.

"You don't mind the fact I wanted to tear your clothes off in the middle of nowhere?" Bilen asked. Sila merely giggled and ran her paws down her sides in a sensual manner, swaying her hips. The Imp grinned, clearly Sila had no intention of stopping him if he pressed his advances. And Dalia would be displeased with him if he were to deny this chance.

"I think the hero deserves a reward for saving the girl." Sila commented, letting her loin cloth pool around her ankles and moving to unfasten her vest. When she pulled it open, Bilen could see that despite her small frame, she did have a pair of a cup breasts.

"I think he does too!" Bilen agreed, feeling his leather thong hugging uncomfortably tight as his arousal grew. He pried it off, letting it fall to the ground as his arousal was allowed to grow unrestrained. Sila looked on in awe when she saw the little imp was much bigger than anticipated.

Among their many other quirky traits attributed to their monstrous forms, male Imps were particularly well endowed for their small size, and Bilen was no different. Within moments, his cock was fully hard, sporting an impressive size of 6 inches long and an inch and a half thick. It was worthy of a full grown adult, and looked out of place on his childish body.

"I've heard stories about that, too!" Sila commented absently as she was tackled to the grass by the horny Imp, the sounds of their mating now filling the night air. Bilen's grunting thrusts mixed with Sila's giggling moans was the only sign of their presence as the tall grass obscured them from view in the field.

End of Chapter 3