CHAPTER 347: RED FOX—SURATANÏ

"TAKE MY HANDS! Repeat after me." Inaia held up warm palms, robed in greyish mitten gloves. "...quickly, goddamn it! We have no much time."

Her rising voice shocked Kambili out of her head and she grabbed onto Inaia’s warm hands like it was both hot flame and cool, spring water. Because of the Inaia’s accent, the ’much’ in her words came out as ’mach’. "—we have no mach time." Gripping Kambili’s hands tightly in her own, Inaia told her the words for her recitation. "Okay, here we go. Don’t miss a syllable, yeah?"

"Mmhmmm." Kambili nodded.

There was such a thing as too much pressure.

Since she faced Kambili, who had her back to Eotigan, she could see him yards off, fighting off their carnivorous, insectoid foes. He was glorified in blood, splattering upon him left and right; the gelatinous black essence of the giant spiders coated much of him. She could see his rich auburn hair no more. Just a hundred snapping jaws and one brave man in the middle, swinging like a motherfucker. His clothes were drowned in [critch] blood. It slowed him down.

And worse, the blood of the weeping spiders of the isle was actually poison. So the longer the vile goo stayed on Eotigan’s body, the more aberrant toxins crept into his skin.

A mortal would be paralyzed right now. Frozen in place. Alive but stricken—the perfect meal.

Morose how the spiders would cry over their food, just before devouring the head and crunching the bones. The paralyzing blood, [Scorpus Fever] ability, worked better than any web.

"KAMBILI!" Inaia shouted.

"Yeah? Sorry! I-I’m sorry."

"REPEAT! . .THE MISTY LADY. THE LURKING DAMSEL. THE GHOSTLY GIRL."

Kambili’s sight zoomed on Eotigan’s strive to keep them all alive one final time; it is for you that I accept this devil into my soul, she thought within herself. And then she gave all her attention to the spell. "The Misty Lady. The Lurking Damsel. The Ghostly Girl." She recited.

"—REBIRTH. REINCARNATION. REANIMATION."

"Rebirth. Reincarnation. Reanimation."

"The foxy mistress. The mistress fox. Idol of wit and wonder. The creeper behind rose and rye. I, am that one. The lazy fawn you hunted. The soul in roaming. Nine lives, Ten Ashé. You stalk the shadows. You linger in secrets. You eat silence. Murmurs of the heart are yours forever. I come with the rune of APOLLYON, Septimus Filius Helo—"

Kambili couldn’t finish the [casting], because though she had gone verbatim with Inaia, at this juncture her mouth opened of its own volition, like it was hers no longer. "We need to cement the bond," Inaia was saying, a concerned woman. But Kambili clutched to the sides of her head as her lips peeled back. "AAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGHH!"

The screaming became a whistling, then a howling. Then a growling.

She had fallen forward at the start of it, her knees digging into unforgiving cold. Throughout the possession she stayed bent that way for some seconds. When she did lift up her head, the fair Kambili was changed. Inaia first noticed the eyes. Blinding yellow! Not gold like her Host’s. But yellow! Yellow like the fucking color. Two obsidian slits ran in those predator iris. Kambili’s lush complexion was gone. Gone! Her fair pigmentation was now a vibrant, sexy maroon. Her face sloped forward smoothly, wolven. She had a legit snout. Most of her warmth clothing was in tatters. Because she was bigger now. Slender, smooth. Slimfit. Like a husky. She didn’t need the clothes though—a brush of fine crimson fur ran down her curved back.

Thankfully the pieces of clothing that did stay strapped to her changed body covered the parts that mattered. In this case, her titties and vagina.

She still had her womanly curves—more prominent now; she was fuller at the hips. Bustier too. A blend exotica. And wouldn’t you know it, when Inaia stared down her back, rising up the swell of a heart-shaped butt were nine fucking red, furry fucking tails.

They weaved about one another, as if made of wind.

Kambili was possessed.

In the center of 1300 hairy spiders, Eotigan wiped a mess of sticky blood off of his face, peering out to the girls. He spotted a wonder in the rolling mists of the cold island. A creature so darkly beautiful, a woman, and a fox. She was crouched like an ancient heroine on the translucent ice. She looked like a quake in the glacier plates couldn’t shake her. She still got on them tights and strips of shirt but Eotigan could see she was very much ripe, and thick, and RED woman. He had to push down the first stupid thing that came to his head. And say the next,

"Is she in there? Heck! She looks damn fit!"

The first was, ’now that is one BITCH I’d like to fuuuuuuuuck.’

A distance away from the scourging den, Inaia leaned in closer to probe. "Kambili. . ? Are you in there? Suratanï?"

"Yeessssss." This was a slithering growl as yellow eyes danced on Inaia. "Whomever this person was, she still issssss."

"SHE’S IN THERE ALRIGHT." Inaia called back to Eotigan.

"Now tell me, white girl, are you whore of the Apollyon?" Suratanï had stood to her great height, dwarfing Inaia with buxom redness. The Subserviená could only nod. She was more than just a pussy to sink into but the Red Lingering Ninetailed Fox was not a patient idol. Suratanï hoarsed out, her fangs showing in her growling voice, "I admit I only answered the [casting] because of the rune. I have fancied the seventh son of Hel for several hundred years. And this body is good material. We bond nicely." Her coarse voice slipped under, and a softer one mixed in—one that Inaia instantly recognized. "I am Kambili. And I am Suratanï. Together, we are the Red Lingering Nine-tailed Fox.

"—now are these the bitch bugs that seek to devour my crush of seven centuries?"

Inaia did a doubletake. "Uh...yeah."

VOOM!

Kambili was gone in a blur, leaping off the ground in a super ascent. The bitch could jump. Real big jumps too.

Left alone, Inaia pondered. ’Did she just say my Lord [host] is her crush of seven hundred years? What the fuck! How many fucking bitches want to slut out for Lord Eotigan.’

Meanwhile Kambili had arced through the sky, creating a sonic noise and was coming down fast like visible thunder. Upon a hill of dismembered, unnaturally huge spiders, Eotigan looked up and saw her coming in hot. He upped his speed stats and went [Mark III] on the eight-legged, four-eyed cunts, racing out of the fight just as Kambili met again with earth.

WHHHEEEEEE. . .BOOM!

It seemed the whole island shifted a bit on her impact with it.

The force of her landing was so great it shattered the ground. Earth and silvery dust went up in the air, skewering the unsuspecting spiders in dozens. Eotigan saw icicles pop and whiz like bullets in the sleepy ambiance, catching the useless herd. Like flying knives!

The earth stopped vibrating and the dust settled, and heaps of spiders lay on the blackened snow, colonies torn to pieces.

He saw Kambili grab a cut-off hairy limb, peel back the ugly skin, and immediately clamp her white fangs on the subcutaneous tissue, munching away.

"Ooof!" Inaia made a face. "She gwan feel dat later."

Eotigan also didn’t think that Kambili would like hearing that Suratanï—using her body, and teeth, had chomped real good on spider legs. "Holy shit. She really eats them. The fables are true." He said this while he stuffed his hand down one of the fucker’s throat, releasing a stream of sunhot fire down its guts, that made the spider’s belly bloat up and explode in green flames.

Eotigan saw this and got an idea.

The man-eating spiders of Weeping Well Cove appeared to have poisonous blood that stunk like shit, but also flammable blood.

Blood like peat.

He looked down at his palms. "My hands...their flesh. BOOM!"

His smile just kept growing and growing.

The spiders, seeing Kambili happily enjoying the taste of their dead kin, screeched. They cried like never before and all began rattling back, chittering for the well’s dark mouth.

"OH, NO YOU DON’T!" Eotigan and Kambili said as one.

Instantly, Eotigan rose in the air, flying up several meters high. "FLAME ARTS! Dragon breath!" He boomed. If there was one thigh he learned from the Golden [Griffin Arc] of the Corynthian Academy for Witches it was to shoot fire like water. And as contradictory as it sounds, this he did. Eotigan opened his mouth and blew. And liquid fire, at astronomical temperatures poured out of his lips, catching the spiders in their retreat. Stopping them. Incinerating them.

It helped him that their blood was literal fuel.

"Aaaaahhhhhggghhhhhllllllaaaacccckkkkkk!!!" They railed as [Dragonbreath] destroyed them in hundreds. It was consuming fire. Fire that didn’t take minutes to burn, but obliterated any and every thing within seconds. This time it sounded like they were really weeping.

The snows were melting. Ice rivers broke and water steamed. Orange soon painted the once dusky tint of Weeping Well island. The passengers, safe on the mighty Cruiser could feel the heat of the raging fires yards away. Fire was flowing like a river, flooding the tiny isle, sweeping it all in explosions and ash. Brown smoke was the new snow. The air smelled distinctly of roast. Roasted spider. Only one superhuman person reveled in this drugging scent:

Suratanï, the Red Lingering Nine-tailed Fox.

As Eotigan snuffed out the den with his fire-breathing lips, Kambili went for the den Mother. Not sparing a second, she tore through spiders that were scrambling—on flames—searching for the largest, big-bellied one of them all. The Mother’s pouch could digest ten grown men. And when the Red Fox spotted her, dead-center of her minions, racing with them to the mouth of the Well, she yelled up at Eotigan,

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

He got it immediately and dropped a great [red comet] fireball, right into the Well’s dark, terrible mouth.

There was a loud bang and the well exploded in a blast of orange flames. Its heat alone flayed the overeager monsters at the lip. The den Mother, shocked still at the conflagration that just wiped out her home and unhatched eggs could offer no defense as Kambili raced over her, her claws fast, getting the Mother good. Kambili had made ten quick slashes in the space of two seconds.

The den Mother blinked her four scarlet eyes, knowing she was dead before she actually was.

Her body came apart a second later.

—limbs. Head. Torso. Guts.

Kambili spliced her up neatly. Weirdly, as if she was dicing her up for a feast.

She indulged ravenously, crunching on the Mother before the skewered monster was even fully out of life. Eotigan left his crimson consort to her dinner while he flew over to the mouth of the well. It spat ash and embers. He stood over the well, hovering, air-borne, chilly wind in his dark ensemble. He expected to see black-burned spider corpses when he peered in. But he rather beheld something shiny. Something like the sun. And the rainbow. Something gold.

Something. . .gold.

[DING!]

[Host has successfully obliterated a Black Scorpus Den!]

[2ND INTRA-VOLUTION COMPLETE!]

But Eotigan was not listening, nor seeing this notifications. He saw...gold. With a loud yell he hollered at the girls—and the distant, omnipotent vessel: "TREASURE!!!"