Drummer Boy - Back Into Hell Ch. 03

"Maybe," Jason said. "Or maybe she's got what we humans call 'no filter'."

"Mmm," Granny said. She glanced around at the walls of the room. "Some say that they can feel the presence of those who died here. That they are comforted, even emboldened, by them."

Granny opened up a hidden socket in one of the walls, from which she produced several cloth-wrapped bundles.

"I, however, rely on the tangible, rather than the spiritual," Granny said. "A strong attack posture, a defensible position, and a reliable source of sustenance."

She tossed one of the bundles to Jason. Unfolding the cloth, Jason found it contained four flat sheets of dried meat.

"I'm with you on that," Jason said. "Beef jerky time!"

"I must warn you," Granny said, "this is not beef."

"What is it?" Jason said.

Granny hesitated. "Perhaps it is best," she said, "that that question remains unanswered."

"Can I eat it?" Jason said. "Without dying, or getting sick, I mean."

"Aye, indeed," Granny said. "It is quite nourishing, in addition to being delicious."

Granny took a generous bite of one of the foot-long jerky strips, and began chewing enthusiastically.

"Now, this," she said with obvious gusto, "this is the food of warriors!"

Jason gave his own meat-sheet a dubious once over. Still, he was hungry, so he took a bite, albeit considerably more cautious than Granny's. He gave it a couple of test chews, and he had to admit, it certainly had the mouth feel of beef jerky.

It took a second for the flavor to hit him, and when it did, it hit hard. It was like getting punched in the taste buds by a freight train full of Indian food. It was at the same time spicy hot, cloyingly sweet, intensely sour, dangerously bitter, and saltier than the pretzels at the bottom of the bag. He felt his eyes begin to tear up.

"I hope it is to your liking?" Granny said, with a knowing smile.

"Spicy!" Jason managed to choke out. "Water?!"

Granny smiled. She lifted a stone lid off of a previously unnoticed cistern, and dipped one of the bowls within to fill it. Jason didn't wait for her to bring it to him, and rushed over for a drink.

"Whoo!" he said, after gulping down some water. "Not my usual thing, but it's got potential. Sell this to the right crowd on Earth, you'd make a killing."

"Highly doubtful," Granny said, "considering the source."

"Which is?" Jason said.

Granny paused, and then said, "Hellcows."

"I knew it!" Jason said. "Thumper was right on the money."

After a while, Jason got kind of used to the flavors, and found that he cried a little less as he ate. The water helped. But Granny was right: it was filling, and after he'd finished his second sheet, he felt himself relax.

"Well," Jason said, "I'm about ready to hit the sack. Umm, where is the sack, anyway? You got a four-poster stashed around here somewhere?"

Granny shook her head. Hopefully, Jason continued. "Air bed? Decrepit, piss-stained mattress with a couple of broken springs poking up through the top?"

Granny shook her head. "This is a place of ascetic contemplation," she said. "As such, there are no such amenities, not even the suspenders usually employed by our kind. We shall sleep upon the stone floor."

"Oh, my back is not gonna be happy about that," Jason said. "Can I at least get a blanket?"

"What for?" Granny said. "It is warm enough."

"I guess you wouldn't understand," Jason said. "It's a human thing."

Granny shrugged. "In all honesty, I would prefer the suspenders," she said. "But we shall have to make do."

With that, Granny pulled her skirt down and off. She proceeded to unlace her vest, and as her vast canyon of cleavage blossomed into view, she shot Jason a querying look.

"I suspect you shall wish to join me?" Granny said.

Jason couldn't get a read on her. It seemed like an innocent question. Maybe too innocent. Was there just a hint of pout to her lips? A come-hither twinkle in her eye?

"Um..." Jason said, "I don't think 'making do' includes 'hanky-panky'."

Granny cocked her head. "I prefer to sleep without clothes," Granny said. "Do you not do the same?"

"Well, sure, but," Jason said, and then shook his head. "I thought you were ... y'know what, never mind."

"Intercourse?" Granny said, undoing the remaining laces. She chuckled, and her exposed crimson mammaries rippled lusciously. "I most certainly was not. Not after you have declined all my other offers. Have you had a change of heart?"

"Yeah ... I mean, no," Jason sputtered, mesmerized by Granny's breastacular bounty, bouncing and swaying as she went about folding her clothes into neat little squares and setting them aside. "I don't know what question I'm even answering."

"I recognize that we have been at odds, at various times in our adventure together," Granny said. "I confess that I have been under some stress myself, which has caused me to be undeservedly short with you."

"Yeah, we've been snapping at each other since we got here," Jason agreed. "More than usual, I mean. I guess we're both under a lot of pressure."

"Mayhap you wish to relieve some of that pressure," Granny said. She cradled her arms under her boobs, and gave him a significant look. "A ... strategic ... release."

Jason gave the idea some consideration. Serious consideration. There was damn sure some built-up pressure, partly from danger, partly from frustration, and partly just out-and-out horniness.

And there was Granny, with her oversized mammoth juggs just a few feet away, more than able to give him what he wanted, and she seemed to be offering him a nice, bouncy ride in between them.

"Are you serious?" Jason said.

"Certainly," Granny said, giving her torso a mouth-watering shimmy. "Best to work out your tensions now, rather than have them come to head later. I even find your adoration flattering, after a fashion."

Granny could clearly see the extent of Jason's adoration. It was throbbing away expectantly in his jeans, and he was kinda having trouble thinking straight.

"No strings attached?" Jason said. "Just ... workin' out some tension?"

"Are you capable of that?" Granny said. "Can you keep your emotions at bay, in service of such a vital biological function?"

Jason had never thought the words "biological function" could sound sexy, but the way Granny said it made him want to bust a hot load of biological function all over her right then and there.

"Yeah, okay. I can do that. Let's go," Jason said, and rushed over to Granny to get busy with some biology.

Surprisingly, though, as soon as Jason got within arm's length, Granny swooped her wings out in front of her, knocking him away. He fell to the floor, landing on his butt.

Stung, Jason yelped, "Hey! What's your problem?"

"You were going to put your hands on me," Granny said.

"Well, yeah, for a start," Jason said. "How else was are we gonna-?"

"Did you think I was offering myself to you?" Granny said, amused. "To wantonly fulfil your salacious appetites?"

"Well, duh," Jason said, "but-"

Granny laughed. "How presumptuous!" she said. "I was merely allowing you the honor of committing my voluptuousness to memory. For your masturbatory purposes."

"Wait, you're allowing me to think about you when I jerk off?" Jason said.

"While I sleep, of course," Granny said, with a playful smirk. "I have no desire to observe the act itself. I apologize if I seemed to imply otherwise."

There was no apology in her voice, only vicious mockery of his frustration.

"You're a bad, bad woman," Jason said.

"Fine," Granny said, rolling her eyes theatrically. "I will permit you to gaze upon me directly while pleasuring yourself, loathe as I am to do so. Try not to overly befoul my plentiful bosom with your copious-"

"Knock it off, Granny," Jason said. "You had your fun."

Granny smiled then, and turned away. She walked a short distance across the room.

"Sleep now, human," she said. "I shall awaken you when it is time for us to depart."

"Oh yeah?" Jason said, still feeling spite from her teasing. "Well, I'm gonna sleep, alright. I'm gonna sleep like I've never slept before. I'm gonna sleep so hard. And I'm gonna sleep all night long. I'll teach you a thing or two about sleeping!"

"Again, I do apologize," Granny said, and then adding a muttered but still perfectly audible, "pathetic, really," before sitting down on the floor.

She spread her wings out wide behind her and then lay back. When she was fully laid out, she folded her wings about her body, forming a leathery, black cocoon. A few seconds later, and Jason heard the sounds of her light snoring emanating from within.

"No fair," Jason groused. "Instant sleep and auto-blanket? I gotta get me some of these demon powers."

Jason left the Granny-cocoon behind and wandered over to the side of the room that held the cistern. There he stripped out of his clothes, thinking about Granny's story. She'd said that the siege had lasted for three days. And although they'd been traveling for what must have been a day already, but Jason hadn't noticed any change in the sky at all. Without a sun in the sky, so how did demons measure days, anyway? Unless days here were like, crazy super-long, and this was like, dusk for months or something. He sighed. This was really a Telly question.

"Above my pay grade," Jason said. He shrugged out of his t-shirt, and wandered back to the center of the hall. He really couldn't see himself just conking out in the middle of the floor like Granny had. It just wouldn't feel right, being all exposed like that.

So instead, he lay down near one of the walls. He rolled his jeans up for a pillow, and used his t-shirt as an inadequate, but barely serviceable blankie. He tossed his underwear a few feet away by his shoes, but kept his socks on, and tried to settle in as best he could.

"It'll be fine," he said to himself. "Not ideal, but beggars and choosers and all that."

He fell asleep after a remarkably short time.

* * *

Jason's dreams were vivid and busy. Sometimes he was Pearl, having sex with Kristin. Sometimes he was Kristin, going down on Pearl. Sometimes he was doing ruthlessly sexual things with bewildered and terrified Spines. Most of the time, he was just fucking confused.

A lot of his dreaming, however, was filled by images of terrible carnage. Fiercely beautiful horned heads being sliced in half. Gorgeous, muscular bodies, torn limb from limb, and those pieces then used to bludgeon other bodies, only to be discarded afterward or, worse, eaten. Columns of magical fire and lightning, cratering the ground and pulverizing helpless Spines. Gored bodies writhing for an instant in front of his eyes, and then falling away, far, far down to splat onto the ground below. And then it would cut back to the vicious, horrific sex. Kristin and Pearl didn't even seem to be enjoying it. When he caught sight of their faces, their countenances were of grim determination, as they brought their fuck-war ever closer to Palladia.

Jason awoke, suddenly, to find that he was fucking Granny.

Or rather, Granny was fucking him. He was on his back, and Granny was straddling him, her hands on his chest for balance, while she rose and fell on his erection.

"Hey, you horn dog!" Jason said. "Knock it off. Or did you change your mind again?"

Granny didn't answer, didn't even look at him. She stared blankly forward, seemingly incognizant of the room around them, and not just Jason. That didn't stop her from riding him good and hard, though.

"Yo, Granny?" Jason said. "Snap out of it, willya?"

Still no response, except for the continued gyrations of her hips against his. Jason thought back to Pearl's lame excuse of "sleepfucking", now wondering if there might actually be some truth to it.

Jason was about to speak again, when Granny did ... something ... with her pussy that set off fireworks in his brain. Kind of a twist and grab along the entire length of his cock, that made his body tense up and sent all his blood rushing to his dick.

Holy shit! he thought, and as his vision came back into focus he caught Granny biting her lip in a sexy smile of satisfaction.

If that was an opening move, Jason might be in for some trouble. And as amazing as that trouble was bound to be, this wasn't the time or place. He had to put a stop to this, or there wouldn't be any going back.

"uhh...Garanetta?" Jason said. He tried to put some bass in his voice, and speak to her in a way she'd understand. "You are the Grand Wing Mother of the Aerie and, umm... you shan't do comporting with lowly beasts!"

Then, slowly, Granny tilted her face down to look at him. Yellow sparks outlined her black eyes, and her lips betrayed an unnerving smile. Then she giggled. A crazed giggle that sent cold shivers of terror down Jason's spine.

"Certainly not, my dear," Granny said. "But with my Defender, I shall do all the comporting I like!"

"Defender?!" Jason said, right before Granny leaned forward and kissed him, deeply and passionately, on the mouth.

Surprised, Jason couldn't help but reciprocate. With their lips locked together, and the feeling of Granny's vast bosom pressed against his chest, Jason lost track of how long they tongue-wrestled there on the floor.

With a satisfied sigh, Granny broke off the kiss. She raised herself back up, and spread her arms and wings upward above her head. Jason watched her big, naked breasts jostle into place above him, so large they cast their own dim shadows against her body. His dick responded to the sight by throbbing within the warm wetness of her pussy.

"I feel your desire, and taste your hunger," Granny said, with a playful lilt to her voice. "Are you so eager to give your report, Anali?"

Who the hell is Anali?, Jason intended to say. But what came out of his mouth was:

"Aye, my Lady! I insist upon it!"

It was his voice, but also something a little extra. More feminine, while at the same time huskier. He also noted that there was a ghostly body superimposed over his own. He couldn't see much of it, since, laid out as he was, most of his vision was occluded by the stupendous rack belonging to that body. Even though the features were mostly translucent, these juggs took up a lot of visual real estate.

He surprised himself by taking a deep breath to accentuate his ghostly bosom, while simultaneously reaching upward to clutch Granny's breasts in his hands. He gave her dark nipples a sharp tug that made Granny gasp.

After catching her breath, Granny said, "I shall receive your report then, Defender. Spare no detail."

"You shall have a ... full ... accounting..." he said.

Jason was still trying to figure out why she was calling him "Anali", when he saw a ghostly image superimpose itself over Granny. It was another winged demon. She was similar enough to Granny, but there were noticeable differences. The face just as regal, but slightly less angular in the cheekbones, leading to sharply-defined cheeks and full, plump lips. Her hair was straighter, and shot through with several more of the violet-white stripes. Her arms were more muscular, and her belly was flat and tight. This made her breasts, firm, crimson globes only a few inches less voluptuous than Granny's, jut precipitously above them both.

"One hundred and seventeen confirmed kills," Jason said. "Thirty-five by my own hand."

Granny's body trembled, and she sighed, sliding her wet cunt along his dick.

"Twenty of those," Jason added, "were cleaved by my blade." Granny moaned. "The others, I roughly grabbed their horns," and here Jason dug the fingers of both hands into Granny's enormous juggs, while his ghostly image did the same, "and ripped their heads clean off!"

So saying, Jason mauled and tugged and stretched at Granny's titanic breasts. Granny's body jerked, and her pussy convulsed as she came, an orgasm that rocked both her body and Jason's. The overabundant flesh of her breasts jostled heavily in his hands, so much that he had to tighten his grip further to avoid losing his grip.

He thrust his engorged cock even harder into her, savoring the feeling of this proud Wingmother, surrendering to pleasure. Both Granny and the ghost image around her tossed their heads back in ecstasy, and their wings beat the air in a frantic loss of control.

Granny grunted and moaned as she rode out her orgasm, and Jason reveled in her reflected satisfaction. At last she sighed, and her body relaxed. Jason was still inside her, his pulsing cock slithering slowly now against the viscous walls of her warm cunt.

Granny lifted her hips from Jason, and slid up his body to straddle his abdomen. She returned her hands back to Jason's chest.

The ghostly woman's hands followed suit. However, instead of resting on his pectorals, they clutched the enormous ghostly tits hovering above his chest, arresting their motion by pressing them together into a vast, fleshy mountain.

"I observed your fight today, my love," Granny said. "I witnessed you rain fire upon our enemies. I watched you grapple with foes twice your size, and rend their sweaty bodies into bloody meat. I noted well the way your sword split air and sinew alike."

"I felt your eyes upon me, my Lady," Jason/Anali said. "Your eyes, as well as your thoughts. Your mind is so powerful ... so beautiful."

"And what did you feel, my dear?" Granny said. "Report to me fully."

"Your heated desire, my Lady," Jason/Anali said. "Filling my loins with such fire, such anger for the distractions of battle. It inflamed my bloodlust all the more!"

"My, my..." Granny teased. "Was my Defender showing off for her Grand Wing Mother?"

"Tempting you, my dear. Teasing you," Jason/Anali said. "And you liked it."

"Aye, Anali," Granny said. "Such desire! For your strong hands. For your long, powerful legs. For your battle-frenzied face, buried deep within my holy reach. And for these!"

Ghostly hands released ghostly breasts, and then brought them together with an audible clap that echoed in real life. Jason/Anali grunted ecstatically.

"Your incredible warrior's bosom, Anali," Granny said. "To reveal your vast treasures, and sate myself upon them in every way possible!"

"The battle, and the passion of your thoughts, moistened my holiest place," Jason/Anali said. "Were you so inflamed as well, my love?"

"Dripping, dearest," Granny said. "The juices of my desire flowed shamefully. Longing to be devoured by the mouth of my dauntless Defender."

"Then show me!" Jason/Anali said. "Touch me with your mind, my divine slut, and give me the taste of your holy nectar!"

Granny abruptly slapped Jason/Anali, hard across the face.

"You forget your place, Defender!" Granny said. "You are beneath me!"

"Aye, my succulent bitch," Jason/Anali said. "My place is beneath you. My actions, yours to command. My body, to be used for your every whim. My face, oh delicious wench..."

Jason/Anali stroked her own cheek where she had been slapped, staring a challenge into Granny's eyes. "What ever shall become of my face?"

"Your lovely face," Granny said, "I shall defile, as I remind you of your station!"

Granny and her ghostly counterpart rose to their knees. Both of them moved their hips up his body, resting again before his face, presenting Jason and unimpeded view of two thick muffs, one real, and one translucent.

"You have transgressed, Defender," Granny said, "and must atone. Speak now my name, lest I shall crush your head between my regal thighs!"

"And if I do this thing?" Jason/Anali said teasingly. "Am I to be spared this awful fate?"

"Nay," Granny said wickedly.

Jason/Anali smiled, and then in a soft voice whispered, "Zuli."

Granny reached back and gave one of Jason/Anali's ghostly tits a painfully hard squeeze.

"And title!" Granny commanded.