"I think we're almost there," I said, scanning the horizon where the jungle seemed to melt into the sky. I laughed, casting a mocking glance over my shoulder. "Hurry up, we don't have all day."
"Shut up!" Hannah's voice echoed behind me, thick with resentment and fatigue.
She walked with evident difficulty, taking short, tense steps and struggling to maintain a neutral expression that wouldn't betray her situation, though every now and then she shot me looks that dripped with feigned hatred.
"Just because I let you do it back there didn't mean I wanted us to do it every single day," she complained weakly, gingerly rubbing her backside. "I can't even feel it anymore..."
"I warned you I'd leave it numb," I teased, enjoying her indignation.
"You're mean..." she murmured when she finally caught up to me. She let herself fall against my chest, feebly thumping me with her fists. "I don't want to walk anymore, or do anything. Let's rest here... please."
Seeing her pleading tone, I sighed and nodded. I had a goal in mind, but I could send a clone to handle it; after all, the campaign time was running out and at this rate, we were going nowhere. At my confirmation, Hannah's face lit up with relief. She pointed her wand at a flat rock on the ground.
"
With two simple spells, she transformed the small stone into a place to rest under the clear sky. Without hesitation, she threw herself onto it, lying face down with her rear in the air. She lifted her skirt without shame, letting her naked and punished anus receive the cool air to try and soothe the inflammation.
"I hate you..." she complained again, though she let out a sigh of pleasure as she felt the relief of inactivity. "Now put cream on me... You damn bastard who refuses to heal me."
"I just wanted you to have the most... natural experience possible," I mocked as I approached. I set a bowl of dried fruits and nuts in front of her, which she began to devour hungrily.
The truth was, it had been a relaxing yet intense week. We had traveled, explored, and fucked without rest. We didn't stay too long in any one place; we collected some rare specimens and visited villages that had returned to a primitive state after the events caused by that God, but time was pressing.
I climbed onto the rock, right behind her, admiring the fruit of my labor over these past few days. Although she protested, I was healing her with my abilities, but only enough so that her anatomy wouldn't be "shattered," as she put it. Structurally, she was perfect, beautiful; only the reddish color betrayed the constant use of her most private zone.
I pulled a small jar from her satchel—a medicinal cream she had created herself and was proud of. I coated my fingers and began to spread it. Hannah let out groans of pure relief. Hearing her and seeing her body so exposed, I couldn't help but get excited. I began to knead her buttocks while distributing the cream with an intention that was no longer medical.
"Do you like it?" I asked maliciously.
"Shhh..." she replied heavily, surrendered to the relief after the hike.
But my patience had run out, and my clothes had already vanished. Hannah grew puzzled when my hands stopped applying the cream, and before she could complain, something entered her afflicted anus all at once, splitting her wide open and reigniting all the residual pain of the week.
"AAAHHH!!" she screamed, feeling me penetrate her to the hilt in a single thrust.
"Sorry, but I can't contain myself. At least the cream will serve as the perfect lubricant," I said, beginning to thrust with a speed and force that weeks ago would have been inconceivable to her.
"NO! NO! THE CUNT! USE MY CUNT! PLEASE...!" Hannah howled, desperate to change the angle of the attack.
"When we go back, I'll use your cunt as much as you want. In these last hours, I'm going to enjoy this pretty hole, because I know you'll forbid me from it for a long time," I replied, stretching her limits more intensely than ever.
Hannah began to cry silently, knowing I was right. Enduring the pain, she grabbed a branch from the ground and bit it hard to stifle her screams. She didn't want to give me the satisfaction of hearing her moan in pain, but she was losing her composure. Between her tears and despite the branch, intense moans began to escape her mouth. Hannah no longer knew if there was pleasure mixed in that agony, but her mind was clouding; her eyes rolled back as she let herself be dragged away by the brutality of this final moment in the past.
...
While my real body devastated Hannah to the brink of unconsciousness, my clone continued its pilgrimage.
It wasn't an urgent mission, nor a particularly important mystery. It was, rather, a persistent restlessness. For a while now, my wands had been vibrating with increasing intensity, as if responding to something… or someone.
I crossed the last stretches of the Amazon, moving toward the southwest. The landscape began to change gradually into a more open biome, where giant trees gave way to mountain foothills.
The vibration increased.
It wasn't just a physical stimulus. There was something else… a sensation difficult to describe, like a distant echo, a familiarity I couldn't quite place. I picked up the pace, traveling without rest. Time was running out, and I didn't know how much distance was left. Every second that passed made it more likely I wouldn't discover the origin of that resonance.
And then, just as I was beginning to assume I wouldn't make it…
I felt it.
A powerful presence, an authority that stood out above the mortal realm.
In the final minutes remaining in this world, I reached the summit of a mount where the sunlight seemed to concentrate with divine purity. There, grazing with serene elegance, was a big llama. Its wool was a white so immaculate it hurt the eyes, and from its body emanated a sacred and powerful aura that undoubtedly placed it in the rank of a demigod.
The creature looked at me. It didn't seem perturbed by my presence; its tranquility was that of a being that has watched centuries pass without flinching. However, its ancient eyes didn't fix on me, but on my wands.
I couldn't decipher what the link was: in the legend of the Jarjachas, there was no trace of a sacred protector of this lineage, but some connection seemed undeniable.
Regrettably, the knowledge slipped through my fingers. Time ran out in that last exchange of glances, leaving the mystery suspended in the mists of history.
...
Hannah was giving me a fellatio with a look of deep resentment, while I continued to use my fingers to toy with her punished rear.
"Enjoy it now, because you won't touch that place again!" she muttered between movements, with a disgust that failed to slow her tongue.
"In that case, I must make the most of every last second," I replied, turning her onto her back again with a predatory smile.
"I didn't mean that!" she cried indignantly, though her hands were already gripping the rock, accepting her fate as she spread her cheeks for me.
But just at the instant I entered her completely, drawing a moan that promised another session of absolute devastation... the world vanished.
*POP!*
...
Dragon's cave. The air vibrated with the echoes of combat outside. A pink Occamy flailed in its nest and beside it, two figures...
"We're back? We're back?!" Hannah exclaimed with a mix of surprise and euphoria. She checked her hands, her body, and her clothes which were now tight on her; she still sported a physical development nearly identical to her state at the end of the campaign. "We're back!" she howled, celebrating the end of the odyssey.
"Yes, welcome back to the present," I replied in a dryly comic tone.
Hannah turned to look at me and froze. Before her was no longer the mature youth of the ancient jungle, but my previous version, shorter than her.
"Oh... you're... like before..." was all she could articulate at the drastic change.
"I prefer to stay consistent with what's appropriate," I explained briefly. "It would be hard to explain to my family, not to mention the complications with the other girls. It's not the first time I've finished a campaign like this."
"Wait... how many times have you done this?" Hannah asked with growing anxiety. "How old are you really?"
"Ehh... I don't know," I admitted, shrugging. "I lost count a long time ago."
"So you're... very old?" she asked, half-timidly, half-curiously. After everything they'd been through, her love for me was unshakable, but the idea was strange to her.
"Yes and no... it's an issue I have yet to solve," I replied with momentary solemnity, getting lost in my thoughts on time and existence. But I decided to deflect with my usual style. "Why do you ask? Does it bother you that an 'old man' gave it to you up the ass all week?" I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around her, pressing my fingers into the area we had punished so much.
"No!" she pushed me away, red as a tomato. "Don't even think about it! That place is officially closed!" She covered her rear, tense. "We're back, my body healed, and I intend to keep it intact. If you want something, you'll have to find another hole."
I burst out laughing and drew her back to me. She, though faking resistance, melted into my hug with a smile, even though she couldn't lean against my chest like before. Things had changed: now she was taller, and my head rested comfortably between her breasts—a tactical advantage I had no intention of wasting.
However, the moment broke when the Occamy let out a shriek of terror. The cave shook violently from a nearby explosion outside.
"Well, it looks like the job isn't done," I sighed, cracking my neck while looking toward the exit. "I'm going to cause a cultist massacre for the second time. Coming?"
Hannah looked at the Occamy, which refused to leave its nest out of pure panic.
"Of course I'm coming," she said, instinctively reaching for her belt of satchels, only to remember it had been left in the past.
"Here," I handed her an exact copy that had been purchased from the [Fief] merchant.
"Thanks," she smiled, adjusting it and regaining her warrior-witch confidence.
"Alright, let's go. I'll handle the dangerous ones."
I left a clone guarding the Occamy and launched myself through the tunnels toward the light.
...
Outside, the jungle was hell. The Amazons, cultists, and traffickers were tearing each other apart in a frantic exchange of spells. Corpses from both sides littered the ground, and even the local beasts had joined the fray: some defending their home, others enslaved by traffickers to attack their own kind.
Suddenly, a thunderous roar emerged from the depths of the cave. It wasn't a war cry; it was a sound that awakened primal fears buried in the DNA of every man present.
Both the Amazons and the cult leaders stopped, looking toward the dark entrance. Many thought the Occamy was going to make its final appearance to die fighting... but they were wrong.
—GHHAARRRRRRRRRR!!
A terrifying scream preceded the exit of an unknown horror. My monstrous figure emerged, crawling at an unnatural speed: a serpentine body with two powerful claws that tore the ground. I unfurled my wings, soaring into the sky above the invaders as a visible aura of blackness and blood enveloped me.
I fell upon the enemy territory like a beast unleashed. Claws, teeth, tentacles, and my long tail moved with blind ferocity, dismembering the unwary who had not yet emerged from the stupor of fear. The massacre had begun.