The woman's bloodied fingers twitched toward the key, her vision swimming in and out of focus. It was too fucking convenient. A golden key? Just lying there, pristine, untouched by ti or decay, while the rest of the altar crumbled into dust? She would call it a trap. She would call it false hope. Except for one thing.
As a forr thief and assassin, she had gotten good at spotting traps. Her magic may have been used up, but that keen instinct was always there.
And when her gaze fell on the gleaming key, she did not see a trap.
She saw divine grace.
WOOF! WOFF!
Her instincts scread at her to back the hell up, but what choice did she have? The hounds were closing in, their growls vibrating through the earth beneath her knees. The riders' voices cut through the fog like blades.
"Find her NOW! She can't get away."
This was it. Do or die. She stared at the gleaming gold in her palm, fingers curling slowly, but then...
Clink.
The key moved on its own. Just a fraction. Just enough to make her doubt her sanity.
"Fuck it." She snatched it up, half-expecting her hand to burst into flas or her soul to get sucked into so cursed abyss.
"..."
Nothing happened.
"Really?" She wheezed, blood dribbling down her chin. "No grand explosion? No demonic laughter? Just a fucking... cock key?"
The design of the key was... strange in a lewd way, a golden dick with balls trying to find a ho in a pair of slender female legs and a tiny clit in the middle.
"What kind of god does this key belong to?" she wondered, going through the list of gods in her mind.
The big one, Uriel the goddess of light, was out of the question. That angelic divine being had the purest appearance in the entire universe, such a key that screams 'SEX' would be forbidden to her.
The only god she could think of at the mont was a lesser god of torture and violence. She doesn't know the na of this god, but all she knows is that the entire religion—frowned upon by Uriel herself—is based around all kinds of torture acts, and sex could be torture as well.
"Eh?" The hooded woman felt like the key was sohow resonating in her grip. Sothing about the golden key was calling her, reassuring her. The golden key wasn't rejecting or accepting her.
It wanted to be used by her. And for a mont the woman diverted all her focus on the key, dropping her guard and forgetting about her entire situation. And that was a mistake.
BARK! BARK!
"!!!" She blinked, the ground rumbling beneath her. She turned right only to find a beast's jaw bigger than her entire torso flying straight toward her head.
The assassin tried to avoid the certain end by backflipping using her extraordinary agility. However—
"UGHAAAAAAAA!"
She was late in her reaction and thanks to the wounds and the blood loss, the big dog managed to catch her leg, crushing the flesh in between the enormous fangs and biting deep inside her flesh to the bones.
"!!!!" The hellhound started shaking her back and forth as it would do with its prey, tearing more of her flesh apart.
"AAAAAGHHHH!" She scread, her voice cracking as white-hot pain surged up her spine. Her body flailed, thrashing instinctively, the hellhound's massive maw locked around her leg like a vise.
Blood. So much blood.
She could feel her bones grind, splinter, snap—the muscles in her thigh torn open like wet parchnt. The beast shook her like a ragdoll, slamming her against the crumbling stone of the altar. Sothing cracked inside her chest. A rib. Maybe two.
"F-Fuck… you…" she gasped, her grip still miraculously clenched around the obscene golden key.
She quickly reached into one of her many pockets and took out a small smoke bomb—or at least it appeared to be one. The mont she shoved it in the beast's mouth, the bomb exploded, releasing sothing white that looked like marshmallow foam.
The bomb was a special thing she ca across in one of her missions. When exposed to water or saliva, the powder inside the bomb would rapidly expand into a sticky, semi-organic foam—suffocating and binding—designed to incapacitate anyone without killing them, since the more pressure you apply over the foam, the stronger and denser it becos. And magical beasts are too dumb to stay still in a fight.
"C-Co ON!" the woman shouted through the pain, trying to free her leg from the giant beast's maw. The foam gave her the opportunity to do that, but she must be quick about it or she would get stuck. The saliva will keep feeding the foam, allowing it to reach deeper inside the beast, but after a minute, two at most, the foam would lose its magical effect, turning into stone.
So every second mattered.
"AHHH!" The assassin yanked her leg back with a burst of desperate adrenaline. She hit the ground hard, her mangled leg now freed but utterly ruined. She could see the bone. She could feel the pain only through the edges of shock, which was quickly setting in like a cold, familiar lover.
She didn't have ti.
WOOF! WOOF!
Another hound was charging from the side. A rider's silhouette flickered through the fog beyond the treeline, closing in with unnatural speed.
No way out. No more tricks. One working leg. And one lewd, divine key.
"Alright, you cocky little bastard," she rasped to the key in her palm, blood dripping from her fingers. "Do your thing, get out of here."
With her life on the line, there was no choice but to trust that weird perverted gold thing.
Ignoring the searing pain, she grabbed her black latex bodysuit, right where the claw wound lay, and she ripped it apart. Her ruined suit was full of holes already anyway.
'This...is weird, but I hope it works or I'm fucked.'
This was all she could think of before shoving the key inside her pussy and turning it like she was about to unlock the door of salvation. The second the golden key's shaft entered her folds, sothing unreal happened. And it was like it was its owner's ho after being away.
"Ahhhh~" The sound of a cute moan escaped her lips. "Wait, why does this... feel soo... go...oood?"
It was pure pleasure.
A sort of warmth seeped from her groin through her entire body, burning away the searing pain from her wounded limbs in a warm wave of ecstasy. Yet other than that, nothing else happened.
No salvation ca for her. No knight in shining armor rode through the tree line, and no divine gates opened. No mysterious portal transported her into the land of milk and honey.
What she got was...
Nothing. Except the two hounds that were a few feet from her.
"Damn, why does my life suck?" She let out a long, depressed breath and was about to activate one of the items in her pockets. Another bomb—but instead of smoke or foam, this was a suicide bomb, a type of explosive she kept close to her in case things ended up worse.
FUSHHH!
"Eh?"
At that mont, sothing strange happened. Everything around her froze, like ti stopped. But before the assassin could make sense of this strange occurrence, the whole area began to shatter—one part and then the next—as if she was inside a glass bottle that was breaking, her entire surroundings and even her own body breaking like the fragile ice on a frozen lake.
'Am I about to die now?' she thought, closing her eyes and accepting her fate. 'My only regret is... well it doesn't matter now.'
A second passed, then two, and another five after. However, death never ca for her. Instead, she felt sothing soft beneath her and to her left pressing against her elbow. And when she opened her eyes to see, the woman was greeted by sothing that stole her very own breath.
"Hello, little girl."
A face greeted her. A gorgeous and beautiful face. NO! It was a divine face. In her entire life, the assassin never saw a woman as beautiful as this one. Not even the noble daughters, princesses, high priestesses, or the half-angels she saw—NONE of them held a candle against the one that was granting her such a sweet and inviting smile that for so reason seed... calming, like a warm mother's hug.
"Sorry about the delay, sweetie. It was my first ti contacting the outside world."
The divine beauty spoke, and her voice was heaven's music. Her voice was soft, elegant, with a slightly motherly tone—not condescending like the rich ladies she knew or the lusty ones. No, this was a true mother, the one you wished for. And a succubus—no, that was a lie. This being, that woman—this gorgeous entity—could never be sothing so low as a succubus. No, she's sothing else. A divine being beyond comprehension.
"As an apology for the wait, I grant you a wish," the angel-like woman spoke with her seductive voice, her srizing crimson eyes locking onto the assassin's with such gravity that the woman forgot how to breathe, blink, or think.
"Ask anything and if it's in my power, I shall do as you desire," she spoke, lips drawing upward in a stunningly beautiful smile.
As for the assassin... Well, she was literally frozen. This entire situation was too good to be true. First, she was ready to accept death, and then out of nowhere, the most beautiful silver-haired and crimson-eyed woman—she was definitely not human—saved her. And now she was granting her a wish as an apology. A fucking wish!
"Can you be my mother?" The woman asked. The words that ca out from her lips were so different from what she was thinking, she even surprised herself. That was all that her instincts told her to say.
'Fuck.... stupid!.... I'm so fucking dumb. That was the best wish I could co up with?! Really!?!'
The monkeys inside her brain were throwing chairs, because no. This wasn't right. She had hundreds and hundreds of better wishes, yet deep down, even to herself, the woman didn't know that this was her true wish.
To have a mother. Sothing she never experienced before.
"Sure, why not," the beauty said with the sa seductive voice, putting more shock on the victim in her arms. "Welco to the family... my daughter."
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