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Allis looked over the darkened tavern. The old Clydesdale seeked out the order of warriors known only as the Hellroses. Unfortunately they had no official headquarters nearby. They only frequented Taverns and inns across the country. Silently he spotted the insignia he desperately sought: A Gold rose upon a bed of thorns. Quietly he approached the warrior. "My apologies Sir, may I have a moment of your time?" Golden eyes tinted with flecks of red glanced at the old horse before speaking. "Take a seat." The Horse sat quietly. "I'm seeking aid from your guild. My son is a merchant, he and his son went missing a moon ago in the forbidden zone. I need someone to brave the area and find them. Money is no issue." The warrior quietly removed his helmet revealing a long flowing tan mane. "I'll need names, ages, the route they took, and images of each. If we bring them back alive, it's 500 gold drujera, dead, 200." The Horse produced a worn leather journal. Here's everything you need. I just want them back. I'll have the drujera as soon as you return. Silently the Lion flipped through the book. 18 and 35... Males.. One tan and white, one tan. Both with manes of black... Through the valley of Demons?" The Lion sighed. Look, I'll be honest. This will be much more than what I quoted earlier. The Valley is incredibly dangerous, even for us. You're looking at 1000 drujera each alive, 500 each dead. And believe me, there's a good chance they're alive. Especially at your species output and size. Those demons live for it... literally." Allis nodded "Done." Quietly the Lion stood. "It'll take a couple weeks at minimum. The Valley is a good 100 square miles, and that's all on foot. If we're lucky, They're in the first 10 miles. Nothing but Vine beasts and lesser demons. If they're beyond that they're drained dry 20 times over at minimum every day." Allis glanced at the Lion nervously. "What exactly do you mean drained? Drained of what?" The Lion cocked an eyebrow. "Of cum. The demons are succubi and incubi. They feed off our kind sexually. If I'm honest I can't think of a better way to go before my time. Look.. They probably aren't hurt. Actually they're likely enjoying it so much they've stopped caring about anything."

Forbidden Zone: Valley of Demons Cort moaned loudly as he experienced another powerful orgasm. Tears filled his eyes as he watched his son being violated by the tendrils that had captured them nearly a month prior. Almost as soon as the foul beast had beset them they'd been dragged off the carriage, their clothing was torn off their bodies and tendrils had forced their way into their mouths and tailholes. Young Sam had become aroused rather quickly much to his embarrassment. Cort himself had been forced to swallow some sort of fluid from the creature. It tasted sweet. So sweet he thought he was going to vomit at the taste. Instead, he'd quickly become aroused himself, and had orgasmed shortly afterward as the beast began violating his tailhole. His son followed quickly afterward. By the time he'd realized the carriage was nowhere to be seen they'd cum at least 13 times. That had been their life for the last.. Days? Weeks? Years? Cort wasn't sure. Time seemed to have no end. All he knew was cumming. Cumming until he couldn't anymore, then being forced to swallow the liquid and cumming again until he blacked out. Then waking to his son's orgasmic moans as he himself was raped to yet another orgasm. Tears dripped down his cheeks as he came again. The tendril in his mouth released the fluid again. "Mphh.." He moaned in despair as the tendril continued. Beside him Sam moaned in orgasmic bliss as he came again. Together the two groaned and bucked into the tendrils still molesting them.

Farreach The following morning Juda silently packed his horse before checking his weaponry again. He had several daggers hidden within his armor and saddle, as well as a large claymore strapped to his back. Silently he knelt and prayed to the Great Protector for guidance and strength before mounting up. He silently noted the Clydesdale who had hired him just the previous night. Quietly he steered the horse towards him. "I've sent word ahead. Several of our guild will be joining me. Come Hell or high water, we'll bring them home." The Lion stopped as he noted tears in the Clydesdale's eyes. "Thank you Lord. Please.. Take this." He said handing a small Golden amulet to the Lion. "I.. Know a few enchantments. So long as this touches your flesh, none can wound you." The Lion slipped the gold pendant around his neck. "Thank you. We'll send word as soon as we have them. No matter what happens, do NOT follow us. The demons will take you." The Clydesdale nodded as The Lion pulled away. 2 hours later he stopped at the edge of the forbidden zone. Waiting were seven other warriors, each donned in the Red Cloth and black chainmail of their guild. Some also bearing a black steel helm. Each had lined up as he inspected them. The first was a red panda by the name of Nakar. He welded a full sword, and wore a black helm covering his face.

Next was the much larger, much less armored White Rhino named Zeke. He preferred simple leather armor and a loincloth bearing their symbol. He had a large warhammer strapped to his back and red war paint adorning his face. He was to Juda, quite important to The missions success. He'd once witnessed the Rhino surrounded by demons of various sizes. The Rhino had disposed of them all before Juda could take out one. Though the number changed everytime Ezekial told the story, one thing was certain, the warrior was nearly unstoppable.

The next was a lioness named Sarah. (Pronounced Sah-Rah.. As she always mentioned to everyone.) She bore the same armor as Juda and Red and gold warpaint which covered the right side of her face. She was a master tracker, able to follow trails 6 months old. Juda personally requested her to help find the Father and son.

The next was a Buck by the name of Zarac. He wore standard armor and his horse was adorned in various bottles of different colored liquids. He was their designated healer, but was far from worthless in battle. He had over 100 demon kills under his belt.

The next was a panthress by the name of Shina. Her red and gold warpaint and armor clashed vibrantly with her pitch black fur. She too was trained as a healer, but for the most part was a capable fighter. Her weapon of choice was a pair of Golden daggers and a bow.

The sixth Warrior was Juda's brother Amlak. The younger Lion had joined shortly after his brother had, but had less experience. Still, when the two were together, they were quite the formidable team. They had once taken down a Writher together, after the beast had captured and raped them to climax after climax for 3 days straight the two had managed to reach their weapons and kill the creature. To date it had been the least amount of people from the Guild to accomplish such a feat.

The last was a rookie. A young Jackyl named Alat. At 19 the boy had just become old enough to join and had been under Zeke's tutelage for the last 5 months. Since Zeke was there, this was to be Alat's challenge. And a challenge Juda knew it would be. His father had disappeared in the Forbidden Zone nearly 8 years prior. After years of searching the Valley the search had produced no results and Cormac had been declared dead, only for his son to join now.

"Alright everyone. We're headed as I'm sure you are aware, to the Valley of Demons. The targets are Cort and his son Samuel. Two Clydesdale males. It is believed they were abducted by the Demons to be used as a food source. Remember not to touch anything. If your flesh comes into contact with the fauna or flora, don't keep silent. The entire landscape is designed to produce an arousal. The Demons lock in on your scent before you even realize you want to breed. There's a damn good chance we may run into other victims. LEAVE. THEM. Their minds will be far too corrupted and broken. They're beyond saving. Keep to the targets, keep vigilant, and stick together. Our first goal is to find the remains of their carriage. From there, we will likely be able to track them. Sarah that's where you'll come in. Once we find them, we work as a unit to extract. Zeke, we'll need your help in holding off the Demons while we extract them. Once extracted, Shina, Zarac, you move in to counteract the venom the demon has used. You'll have to be careful. They've been missing a moon. Likely they've been Force fed it since capture, so they'll probably be sex crazed. If that happens, Rook, Amlak, hold them down until the potions can be administered. Everyone clear?" "YES SIR!" Came the collective reply. Together the group entered the Forbidden Zone.

It wasn't anymore than a mile in they discovered a wagon, books, rotted produce and cloth strewn everywhere, as well as clothing which appeared to have been completely ripped from the bodies of whoever had been wearing them. Sarah took 3 sniffs before speaking. "Two males. Horses.. And.. Shit.. A Writher. They're definitely going to be sex crazed." Juda looked at Sarah "You're sure it's a Writher?" "Positive, sir." The group looked around at the scene nervously, before Alat spoke. "What uh.. What's a Writher?" Nakar glanced at the Jackyl before speaking. "A demon. No one knows what the actual beast looks like, it conceals itself in hundreds, sometimes thousands of tentacles. They act as violators, mouths, feeders, egg depositors depending on the season, and genitalia. Some are small. Others can be as big as a castle. Judging from the damage, I'd say this one was about the size of a small single room hut. But don't let size fool you, they can be faster than lightning if they're threatened or hungry. There's a very good chance at least half of us will be violated by this demon." Juda glanced at the now nervous Jackyl. "Which is why we work and stick together. Even a Writher can't take all of us. Even if some of us do wind up prey for this demon, the rest of us can move in on it. They're easily distracted while feeding. It's their weakness. Let's move out. Which way Sarah?" Sarah pointed to a forest just a quarter mile away. "That way. Must be the Groaning Forest, sir." Juda nodded. "All right keep tight. Demons can hide anywhere in there." Together the group entered the forest.

A little over an hour in they each stopped as they heard a soft moan. The voice sounded male. "Easy everyone. We knew we'd run into some. We'll check it out, but stick together." Juda said as the group moved towards the groans from the unseen victim. It didn't take long before they came across the nude Jackyl. He was bound back first to a tree his straining erection dripping in front of him. On his very thin body was what appeared to be remnants of Hellrose armor. Alat stopped and gasped as he saw the Jackyl, his fur smeared in grime and what the Younger Jackyl could smell as the male's own seed. "Father? Father!" The Jackyl glanced at him and groaned. "Ah... Alat? Son... please.. Help.." Alat felt tears as he glanced at his father. The Jackyl that had gone missing over 8 years prior in the forbidden zone looked as though he hadn't eaten in months. Each bone was visible on his body and his fur had lost its sheen under the grime. In addition, his hair seemed to be non-existent. The once flowing locks of black had all but disappeared, only a few strands of grey remained. "Please... Alat... Juda... please help.. The- they'll return soon.. Please cut me down... help me..." Alat pulled his sword and began to approach before Juda grabbed him. "Wait." Alat looked at his father before shoving Juda and running towards his father, only to be tackled by Amlak. "Stop!" "NO! LET ME GO! WE HAVE TO HELP HIM! LET ME GO!" Amlak struggled desperately to reach the Bound Jackyl. Silently Juda knelt by him. "Alat, he's dead. That isn't him. It's a Mimic." "NO! HE'S RIGHT THERE PLEASE! PLEASE HELP HIM PLEASE!" Juda placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. "Look at his eyes Alat. Look close." Alat listened and glanced at his father. "Son.. Please... please.. Help.." "You see it? Where his pupils should be? They're red. It's a mimic. I'm sorry Alat." Alat saw it, there was no black to his father's eyes, only red. "No.." Alat nearly wept as the realization sunk in.. "Son.. They.. They're lying... please.. Hel-" "SHUT UP! YOU AREN'T HIM! SHUT UP.. Shut up... shut up..shut up.. Shut.." Juda and Amlak embraced the young Jackyl as he began sobbing. Shina felt a flash of anger at the youngest member of her party being reduced to such a state mere hours after entering the Forest. Silently she approached the demon and drove a dagger deep into its skull, an unholy shriek emanating from the Mimic as it disintegrated in front of them. "I'm sorry Kid.. You're welcome to leave.." Zeke began as Alat shook his head. "No.. No.. I'll kill every fucking demon here. They took him from me.. I.. I'll take their lives from them.." Juda nodded and approached the tattered armor. Unsurprised to find bones just underneath it. "Zeke, prep a Burial bag. We'll take him home.. It's about time we lay Cormac to rest." Alat silently knelt by the remains, gripping a cloak nearby bearing the gold rose insignia. "How? He looked so.. So real.. How'd you notice something so small.." He asked, still stunned as he hugged the fabric tightly. "It's part of our job. Noticing it. Sometimes.. It's harder than others. Especially when they take the form of someone you love.. I'm.. I'm so sorry Alat. I never once thought we'd run into one that looked like him. If I'd have known..." Alat hugged the cloak tightly, desperate to feel the embrace of his father one last time. "It's not your fault, sir.. It's not... But... how? How'd it fucking know us?" Juda sighed softly. "After a.. Victim is near death.. Normally due to starvation or a demon getting bored and leaving it to die.. A mimic will attach a needle like appendage to the brainstem, it then violates the victim, drawing orgasm after Orgasm from them until they.. Pass on.. With each orgasm the Mimic steals the Victims memories, a secondary form of nutrition and something they can use to lure more victims. Family names, freind's names, a childhood memory.. Anything to get sympathy from a less educated traveler. It also uses the collected genetic material as a blueprint to mimic a victim's appearance and voice before death." Alat listened in anger as the image of the once brave and respected warrior reduced to little more than a sextoy to a demon, only to then be left to starve to death while being raped by a Mimic. Silently Juda stood and took the cloak from Alat, before wrapping it around the rookie and clasping the gold chain that held it together. "Keep it. This way, he's never far from you. His spirit will always give you strength and guidance. Always listen, always cling to it." Alat stood and hugged the Lion. "Thank you sir. I'm sorry I-" "Nuthin' to apologize for, kid. All of us wanted it to be true. If anything, I'm sorry it wasn't him." Zeke said, placing a hand on Alat's shoulder. "Ezekiel is right. I think all our hopes were raised only to be dashed. At least now we can return him home and give him a proper burial." As one the group knelt and prayed to the Great Protector near the remains for his safe entrance into the afterlife. Afterward, Amlak, Zeke, and Nakar carefully collected each piece and placed it within a red velvet sack, before loading it onto Zarroc's horse. They then mounted up and continued. They passed several more mimics, some seemed as old as 90, others as young as a teenager. Beyond that no demons were seen.