For Some Reason, I'm the Hero Pt. 07

Despite Being a Clumsy, Weak, Masochistic Futanari, For Some Reason, I'm the Hero of a Weirdly Kind World.

Chapter 7: I Might Have Joined a Cult

Though Zen's face looks like he's been attacked by angry wasps, we head out into town with the goal of securing me some new clothes, drawing murmuring stares from passersby; but neither Arryl nor Zen seem to care.

Visiting a tailor, a blacksmith, an armory, and a shoemaker, we put together a dirt-cheap outfit with as much protection as we can afford. It's not a lot. A set of linen tops and bottoms, some fitting underwear (they had special panties just for futanari, to my surprise), and simple leather armor and boots. The total comes out to a gold coin, apparently five times as much as the quest reward we just received. I have no sense for prices in this world, but Arryl looked satisfied, so it must have been a good deal.

The clerk at the armory, a rugged woman with messy green hair and a cute pair of fangs, whispers to me as she fits the straps of my new armor around my body. "I was surprised Zen went and got himself a new lady companion, but you're a futanari, huh? He's exploring new ground, I see.❤︎"

"Eh?" I whisper back, glancing at Zen, who's gawking at the much more expensive chainmail on display by the front of the store. Arryl stands behind him, admiring a set of pauldrons made of a glittering red metal.

"You don't know? Zen's only ever taken Arryl as a party member. It's a real shame, given what he can do to a girl.❤︎" The clerk giggles, leaning in conspiratorially. "All the women 'in the know' would kill to be in your shoes, you lucky gal~❤︎"

"Seriously?" I'll admit, I'm quite curious about Zen's nightly escapades; with how much everyone brings them up, I can't help but be intrigued. "He's that good?"

"More than good." The clerk sighs, fluttering her eyelashes dreamily. "He's got this special power, see; he can bring naughty fantasies to life.❤︎ Any woman who sleeps with him flies up to heaven, I swear... And he's so soft and gentle and teasing, I just... Nnngggh~❤︎"

"Y-you've done it with him?!"

"Of course I have!❤︎ There are girls who'd pay heaps to have that kind of experience; he doesn't take money, though, so it's entirely up to luck whether he'll approach you on any given day. I'll never forget that night; the way he held me, the way he whispered, the way his fingers just... Ohhh, fuck, I'm so jealous of you, I swear...❤︎❤︎❤︎"

I blush; though I was the one who asked, I didn't expect her to get this into it, especially with a stranger. "But then... isn't that a recipe for disaster? He's just playing around with women, isn't he? And he's got Arryl by his side, too..."

"Girl, it's not worth overthinking that~ You'll understand if you spend a night with him. Nothing else matters.❤︎"

"That... that sounds all kinds of unhealthy..."

"Maybe so.❤︎" She finishes fitting the armor, pulling away. "I do feel bad for Arryl, having to put up with his antics, but fuck, I stop caring the moment he pulls me into his arms.❤︎ I'm sure most women feel the same~"

She giggles, giving me a teasing look. "You haven't slept with him yet, have you? Why not give it a try? You'll see what I mean. And maybe having you around will finally help Arryl be more honest..."

SMAAACK!!

As if on cue, a loud punch echoes through the shop, the clerk and I lifting our gaze to see Zen lying on the ground, one hand holding up a set of tiny bikini armor while Arryl beats his face in, her cheeks steaming with a wild blush.

"... Though looking at him like that sure does make me wonder how he won me over." The clerk chuckles in exasperation.

"I'm more surprised you stock something like that," I say, staring at the flimsy, erotic armor. "That doesn't look very protective."

"It's got all sorts of magical defenses," the clerk explains. "That'll actually protect you far better than any steel you can buy. Of course, the design is just for titillation.❤︎"

Cupping her hands around her mouth, she calls out to the quarreling duo. "Dear customers, please refrain from fighting in the shop~!"

Arryl stops her beatdown, huffing as she spins around and storms out the door. Zen stumbles to his feet, staggering over to us.

"Y... you all done?" He says, trying to smile but making more of a grimace.

"Yeah," I say, holding back a giggle. "You really need to stop giving Arryl reasons to beat you up."

"I was only suggesting she try it on for a bit," he grumbled. "Just a little joke. It's way too expensive for us to buy." His gaze flicks up and down my body. "Mhm, looks like a good fit. Hey, you want to try this on while you're at it?" He holds out the bikini armor.

"Don't make me punch you, too," I tease, and he holds up his hands in mock surrender, backing away with a laugh as he returns the armor to its stand.

"Mm, you two seem close," the clerk says, puffing out her cheeks slightly.

"We only met a few hours ago," I say. "He keeps joking about it, but he hasn't done anything to me."

The clerk taps her cheek thoughtfully. "He's always like that. Being all respectful at first, luring you in, letting down your guard..."

She glances back at him as he walks back. "Don't go corrupting Sofia with your weirdness, okay?" She winks at him.

Zen winks right back, his mashed-up face not cool or handsome in the slightest. "Trust me, I won't have to. She's plenty weird already."

"Hey!" I complain, giggling.

"Ngh, you guys really are close. And here I am, lonely as ever." She leans closer to Zen, puffing out her chest, her cleavage showing through her neckline. "You're so mean, Zen.❤︎"

Zen lifts his hand, petting her head. "Maybe another day, Ilvaria. Come to think of it, your birthday's soon, isn't it?"

The clerk blushes. "You remembered?"

"I'll be sure to get you a gift. Look forward to it." Smiling, Zen drops his hand lower, thumbing Ilvaria's cheek. She shivers lightly, her eyes losing their focus as Zen lets go, walking away. I glance at Ilvaria's face, her expression slack with bliss.

I won't tell her, but she looks like an absolute fanatic.

"I'll, um, be going, then," I say, walking around her and heading for the door. Just what did Zen do to her to make her that enamored...?

Stepping outside, I find... no Zen or Arryl. From the rapid smashing and clanging noises I'm hearing in the distance, I get the feeling Zen might have got dragged away for a stern talking-to somewhere.

Really, those two...

Guess I'll wait here. Leaning against the wall, I pat my new armor; it fits as snug as the set I first had (the one the Yorg tore to shreds with ease) though it does feel slightly less sturdy. My sword is tucked into my belt, the lack of a scabbard making me nervous that it might just cut straight through and drop my leather skirt around my ankles, but thankfully nothing of the sort happens.

Casting my eyes over the street, I marvel at the lack of people. The armory is located down some winding alleys off the main road, and just that distance is enough to stem the flow of people down to only the occasional passerby. I would've assumed an armory would get a lot of visitors, but this place is about as empty as it gets. Even now, the only people around are four hooded, robed men dragging a flailing, struggling woman into an abandoned building...

Huh?

I jolt forward, blinking as I watch the door slam shut behind those men. Four big guys and a lady fighting back with all her strength... It's not hard to imagine what's about to go down.

I jerk my sword out of my belt, dashing toward the door and rattling the handle. Locked, of course. Pulling back, I slash at the door with my blade, expecting to have to hack through it; but the wood parts like butter under my swing, just two cuts sending the door crashing to the floor in neatly diced pieces. Rushing inside, I find an empty, dusty room with a magic circle on the floor. There's no sign of the men or the woman; just the faintly glowing runes etched into the dusty floorboards.

Without hesitation, I dash into the circle. If there's one thing I've learned from video games, it's that big magic circles tend to be teleport locations.

Or deadly traps. Did I just make a huge mistake?

But it's too late; the room warps around me, the brick walls flickering as thick, crumbling rock replaces them. My hunch was right; I'm somewhere entirely different, the air suffused with a strange, choking odor, a cloyingly sweet smell that reminds me of old herbal medicine. In front of me, a thick wooden post thrusts up from the ground, and tied to that post is the woman: arms and legs bound, a gag in her mouth, clothes torn to reveal her smooth, silky skin and her blushing delicates, tears filling her eyes as she wails at me.

She's beautiful, though clearly not human; her pupils are slit like a cat's, her irises a glittering gold, contrasting with her entirely black sclera. Her hair tumbles down in long, lush curls, colored a deep purple, almost black. Her skin is a warm, tanned brown, though that color smoothly morphs into jet-black scales in certain spots like her hands, feet, and ears. She has large, shapely breasts, dusky pink nipples exposed in her tattered clothing, a soft tuft of pubic hair decorating her mound. Her legs are forced to spread wide, revealing her twitching, slightly moist pussy, and when she feels my stare honing in on her maidenhood she whimpers while blushing to the tips of her ears.

I quickly tear my eyes away, feeling my cock twitch in my pants; now's not the time, you stupid monkey dick...❤︎

More importantly... Where are the men?

"An intruder."

"""Intruder, intruder."""

I let out a yelp, whirling around to see the four robed men approaching me, their footsteps scarily in sync. The one in the lead spoke first, the other three chorusing his words, their voices low and gravelly.

"It's you," the leader hisses.

"""You, you!""" The others call.

"T-that's right, it's me," I growl, holding up my sword in my best attempt at being brave; but then the four of them draw nasty-looking sickles with brutally jagged edges from within their robes, and all of the sudden I'm not feeling so bold.

Their leader slowly lifts his sickles, using them to tug down his hood. His movements feel ceremonial, the hood sliding down dramatically, revealing a shining bald head, a wide, perverse grin, and a tattoo of runes running down the right side of his face.

"Geh--?! You're those cultists!" I shout as the others also pull down their hoods, their faces all too familiar to me.

"And you're that bitch that bumped into me." The leader waggles his tongue, sliding it along the length of his blade, his eyes boring into me. "I should have dragged you to an alley and taught you a lesson then."

"""Teach her a lesson! Teach her a lesson!!"""

I gulp, locking eyes with him, feeling the others staring at my body. No, no, stop feeling horny, Sofia! Stupid slutty subby futa...❤︎ Now's not the time!

"W-well, you didn't, so... um... yeah!" I blush, clamping my mouth shut. What the fuck was that? My voice is all squeaky, my legs trembling, my cock stiffening in my pants at the thought of being manhandled by these huge, buff men; now would be a great time for that miraculous Hero power to show up, thank you very much...

The leader steps closer, smirking as his eyes lick my body. "Mmm, yes, you've got a nice, slutty body. It would be a shame to kill you. Why don't you put down that weapon and let us have some fun?! We'll make sure you enjoy it too! Ga ha ha ha ha ha!!"

"""Enjoy it too! Enjoy it too!!"""

I grit my teeth, glancing back at the woman. She's staring at me pleadingly, biting into her gag so hard her cheeks are turning white. I have to fight for her. I have to fight...

"What, scared~? You're shaking so much, it's adorable~!" The leader takes another step closer, and it takes every fiber in my being to hold my ground. "How about this? If you put your sword down and let us do whatever we want to you, we'll let that woman go! Ga ha ha ha ha!!"

"""Let her go! Let her go!"""

I blink, trembling slightly, feeling something warm and wet dribbling down my inner thigh. Something inside me is screaming, but I slowly, hesitantly lower my blade. "Y-you'll let her go? Promise?" I squeak, staring up at him with a shaky gaze.

The leader's grin freezes, his eyes widening as he blinks back at me. "Huh? Wait, you're seriously considering it?"

"Eh?" I stare at him, dumbfounded, as he catches himself, quickly clearing his throat.

"I-I mean, ga ha ha ha ha!! I see you're not as dumb as you look! But we're really, seriously going to do all sorts of things to your body, and probably not gonna keep our promise and assault the woman behind you as well, so you really should think carefully about this!! G-Ga ha ha ha...!!"

"""T-think carefully! Think carefully!!"""

An indescribable feeling is welling up from within me. Something's not right here. The leader is suddenly sweating bullets, licking his blade again as his eyes spin around in a panic. What the fuck...?

I lower my blade the rest of the way, tilting my head incredulously. The leader balks, turning pale.

"G-guys, this wasn't in the script," he whisper-hisses to the other three. "She's giving up for real!"

"Isn't she supposed to be the Hero? She's supposed to say, 'I'll never let you lay a hand on me, monsters!' or something along those lines and cut us down, right?"

"W-why's she agreeing to this? I mean, I'm not gonna complain, but like..."

"W-wait, guys, we're not supposed to break character... She's staring at us, she's staring!"

I can't help but let out an exasperated chuckle, watching these four men lose all their menacing aura in an instant as they huddle together, staring at me in utter confusion. "Okay, what the fuck is going on? Is this a prank?" I ask, dumbfounded. "And wait, you guys know I'm the Hero?"

"E-err, give us a second, Hero," the leader says, pulling a magic device from his robes. "We need to consult with the higher-ups..."

"Mmmm, that won't be necessary."

I flinch, feeling softness pressing into my back, a pair of scaled arms wrapping tenderly around my neck as a soothing female voice breathes into my ear. I shiver, the sudden close contact sending perverse signals dancing up my spine as I flinch and try to get away, though I can't escape those arms, only able to stare wildly at whoever just hugged me from behind.

"Y-you're--?!" I yelp. It's the woman who was bound up, except she's very much free and draped over me like a lazy cat, grinning impishly as she squishes her plump, sinfully soft breasts against me.

"Hello, sweetie~!" She giggles, rubbing her cheek to mine affectionately. "Mmm, thanks for being willing to sell your own body for me~ Though, that's not what a Hero should do, is it?" Her hands slide down, slipping under my leather chestplate to grope my tits, drawing a squeal from my lips. "I don't hate it, though~❤︎ A slutty, subby Hero sounds sooooo much more fun!❤︎"

"L-Lady Sarva...!" The cultist leader fumbles with his magic device, unsure whether to use it or put it away. "We've gone off-script...!"

"Pshaw, that script was only ever a suggestion, anyway. Really, how cliche is this? The Hero throwing themselves into danger for a damsel in distress... The Queen certainly enjoys her sappy romance tropes." Sarva nibbles my ear affectionately, and I moan pathetically, hunching over as my cock rears up in my pants. "And then the damsel turns out to be the final boss... Really, quite contrived. I wasn't looking forward to being slashed to bits, either; resurrection is all well and good, but it seriously messes with my skincare."

Her tongue slithers out, licking the inside of my ear, and I whine, my blade clattering to the ground. "I noticed, though~" Sarva whispers with a giggle. "I saw the wetness dripping down your legs, Hero~ And the way you looked at my body?❤︎ You naughty, naughty girl!❤︎ The thought of being pounded like a lovely little toy by these four men, all while I watched... It turned you on soooooo much, didn't it?❤︎"

"N-nyoooh!!!" I shake my head desperately in denial, but there's no denying the throbbing bulge pushing up my leather skirt. One of her hands drifts lower, circling that bulge, and I whimper as my hips jerk and buck involuntarily.

"Well, boys?" Sarva says. "She's all ready for you. You were going to do all sorts of things to her body, right?❤︎"

"Eh? B-but, that's..." the four men gulp, looking at me. I meet their hungry gazes, perverted shocks zipping through my body as I rub my thighs together like a needy little whore.

"Aww, you four are way too shy! Don't worry, Lady Pon will understand.❤︎ She told us to handle any deviations however we wanted, remember?" Sarva kisses my cheek softly. "Or are you perhaps worried about Miss Hero's consent? Such gentlemen~❤︎ Say, Miss Hero, I promise we can make you feel suuuuuuuper good.❤︎ Won't you make good on your surrender and have some fun with us? Please?❤︎"

I gasp, my logical mind telling me I should refuse, I should pick up my sword, I should fight back... But fuuuuuuck, she's so persuasive.❤︎

"O... okay..." I whimper, shame and excitement filling me to the brim as I blush to the tips of my ears. I'm so sorry, previous Hero whose body I may or may not have stolen; your successor is too much of a fucktoy to resist...❤︎

"Mfufu~ Shall I go back to playing a victim?" Sarva asks. "Would you like that? I can ask the boys to be cruel and demeaning as well. They might not be very good at it, though, the sweethearts.❤︎"

"Fweh? N-no, um... please be nice to me...❤︎" I mumble shyly. "Y-you can tease me and call me names, but no cruelty, please..."

"Aww, darling, you're sooo cute!!" Sarva hugs me tighter, laughing as she starts undoing my armor straps. "I can see why Lady Pon likes you so much! Don't worry, we'll treat you so good, you cute little horny bunny.❤︎"

"Ngh~!❤︎" I moan as she slides her hands up and down my body, her palms surprisingly smooth despite the scales covering her up to her forearms. She deftly unbuckles every piece holding my armor together, expertly working at the straps until it all falls in a clump at my feet. We're moving so fast, but my body's loving it, my skin heating up to fever pitch as I squirm in her grasp. Kicking my discarded armor aside, she yanks my top off, kissing my back as I shiver, the bulge of my cock now obvious as all nine inches strain against my linen pants.

"Woooow!! So biiiig!!" Sarva leans over my shoulder, whistling as her hands slide up my back, undoing my bra and letting it flutter off my body. My breasts spill out, heavy and hot, my nipples already stiff as rocks. "Gosh, you've got a nice, thick cock, a perfect round ass, these gorgeous tits... Girl, you're a work of art.❤︎"

"T-thank you..." I whimper, giggling between moans as she lightly circles and tickles my nipples. "Oohhhh, please, please...❤︎❤︎" I gasp when she flicks her nails over my sensitive tips, my cock spurting a string of precum into my pants, soaking into the fabric and letting off a lewd, humid smell.❤︎ The men are staring, they're staring at my exposed titties and my slutty erection, fuck, fuck...!!❤︎❤︎

"Come on, boys, just gonna keep staring?" Sarva grins at the men, leaning back slowly, tugging me down until we're both sitting on the ground. Using her legs, she pulls mine apart, showing off the shameful puddle dripping between my thighs. "She wants you sooooo bad, you know?"

I blush, hiding my face with a whimper, though I can't help subtly biting my lip as I look up at the men, my gaze horny and pleading. They gulp, exchanging glances, before the leader comes over, shifting off his robe. Underneath, he's wearing simple working clothes, the kind you'd see on construction workers; and fuck, his muscles.❤︎ Straining against his shirt, filling out his sleeves, flexing and bulging every time he moves... He's nowhere near as buff as the Yorg, but those muscles are still plenty to overwhelm and pin me.❤︎

"You're... you're really okay with this?" he asks, crouching down in front of me. I tremble at his proximity, but I give him a quick nod, blushing as I can't help but respond honestly. Yes, I'm okay with this.❤︎ I want this.❤︎ I want to be fucked stupid by big, strong men after surrendering to their naughty demands.❤︎

Slowly, he stands back up, undoing his belt. Tugging his pants down, he frees his member, and I gasp as it springs out an inch from my face, bouncing back and forth. His big, stinky, sweaty cock.❤︎

"Oya? Ahahaha, you're smaller than her!" Sarva laughs gleefully, the cultist blushing as he grips the base of his dick. It's true, he's maybe six inches, not quite the monster I have between my own legs and definitely nothing like the Yorg; but I don't care, it's such a manly cock.❤︎ My tongue lolls out as I push my face closer, panting as I breathe in his musk, gazing up at him with puppy eyes as I whine softly, opening my mouth wide for him. My tongue hovers a millimeter from his tip, ready to slurp and lick and drown him in ecstasy, my nether regions flooded with desire.

"Go on, push it in. Looks like she wants you to take charge.❤︎" Sarva reaches her hands around my waist, sliding them into my pants, finding my thick, throbbing cock. I whine and buck into her grip, my cock drenched in precum, giving her loooots of wet, slimy flesh to stroke and play with. Drool drips from my tongue, my eyes rolling up as I wait like a good little slave, feeling the cultist's hands slowly tangling in my hair as he rests his palms against my skull.

Sluuuuuuurpp~❤︎❤︎❤︎

He pushes his cock into my mouth, slowly, gently, and I explode in my pants.❤︎

"Woah!" Sarva giggles as she feels my cock swell and pulse rhythmically, the bitter, naughty scent of futa spunk spraying all over the inside of my pants, leaking through the fabric to suffuse the air with my pheromones. "She came just from sucking cock~! Aww, you adorable whore~!❤︎"

I moan, slurping at his shaft, my tongue going wild inside my mouth to lick him all over, desperate to please him. My panting breaths leak out through the seal I form around his dick, my lips stretching and my cheeks hollowing as I suck greedily. He throws his head back with a strangled moan; though he's trying to go slow, I'm sucking him so hard he has no choice but to thrust his hips forward, my wanton lips kissing his pelvis with a wet, loud smooch.❤︎

"Oh, holy fuck--!!" he gasps, his hands tangling in my hair. "Fuck, you're sucking so fucking hard...!!"

"Schlooorp~❤︎ Schlluuuurp~!!❤︎❤︎" I start bobbing my head, burying his cock deep in my throat over and over as I blow him hungrily, watching his legs grow weak as he moans. Sarva's hands tighten around my cock, squeezing and pumping, and I squeal into his shaft while my hips buck and rut, already close to spraying another round of sticky, lustful seed into my pants. Sarva leans in, kissing my ear, whispering how dirty I am, how fucking lewd, how I deserve to be a sweet little cumdump,❤︎ and every hot whisper makes me suck harder until the cultist has bowed backwards, his hands scrabbling in my hair as if he's trying to peel me off his shaft.

Not happening.❤︎

"Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck!" He starts slapping his hips against my chin, and I shriek in delight, letting him use my hair as handlebars as he pounds into my tight throat-pussy. Every time he pulls back, I suck with all my might, the slobbering, drooling noises making him thrust harder and faster.❤︎ My lips are stretching obscenely over his cock, elongating my face into such a slutty fellatio expression, my eyes never leaving his as I suck down his precum like honey.

"Oh god, cumming, cumming...!!" he moans, and Sarva starts jerking my cock harder, one hand slipping lower to play with my pussy lips, her breath hot against my ear, and oh fuck I'm cumming too, I'm cumming, I'm cumminggg~!!!!❤︎❤︎❤︎

The cultist and I erupt at the same time, his cock pulsing as he buries it deep in my esophagus, pumping sticky, delicious seed into my eagerly swallowing hole. I go cross-eyed from the pleasure, my nose buried in his pubic hair as I soil my pants with more delicious futa spunk, an ocean of grool splashing over the floor. Sarva makes sure to milk me for every last drop, one hand fapping up and down long after my balls have stopped squeezing, the other slithering and slapping my clitoris, and I'm whining into the cultist's cock and slurping with the sluttiest ahegao ever as my hips can't stay still.❤︎

"Such a good cumdump~❤︎ Did you get every last drop?❤︎" Sarva asks, finally letting go and lifting her sticky, cum-stained hands to my face. "Look at how badly you wet yourself~!❤︎ So stickyyyy~!!❤︎" Pressing those dirty hands to my cheeks, she pulls my head back, the cultist's cock sliding out with a wet, greedy slurp as I suck him right until his cockhead pops free from between my lips. Gasping for air, I let my tongue hang out, steamy drool forming long strings between my lips and his cock, my cum-drunk expression making the other cultists shiver with need.

"Fuck..." the cultist leader groans, stumbling back as his cock wilts from its intense orgasm. "To think the Hero would have such a slutty pair of lips..."

I giggle, licking my lips and tilting my head back to kiss Sarva. She flinches, surprised at my affection, but leans into the kiss, swapping spit with me eagerly. "Fuah~❤︎❤︎ Jeez, you, feeding me my own subordinate's cum... I'll have to punish you for that.❤︎"

I gulp, my cock twitching soooo needily at the word "punishment.❤︎" "Yesh, pweash...❤︎❤︎❤︎" I moan, humiliation and excitement filling me at the sound of my own stupid voice. "Punish meeee~!!❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎"