The Demon Lord Is An Angel
Chapter 342: *A Clean Break*

Chapter 342: *A Clean Break*

"Get cleaning."

Lanoch’s cock reeked of unwashed sweat as he dangled it over Ferro.

The catkin had just raised his hands to start cleansing it with magic when Lanoch grabbed him by both wrists.

"Use your mouth," the leokin ordered.

Ferro swallowed heavily. He forced himself not to gag as he took Lanoch’s barbed cock deep into his throat, hoping that the depth would keep him from noticing the smell and taste.

It helped, but not by much.

Ferro kept his eyes on the key as he worked his mouth and tongue, forcing himself with all his might not to gag. Not to give Lanoch any reason to throw him out before he could get what he needed...

But with his wrists locked in Lanoch’s hand, he needed to wait-

"Hmrph!" Ferro gagged as Lanoch roughly shoved his hips forward, choking Ferro as the spines of his cock scraped his throat.

"Mmm, I missed this... none of those women ever had a throat like you..."

Ferro forced himself to relax as much as possible, gulping at the cock as he tried to squeeze air past it, only to finally gasp for breath as Lanoch pulled out, twisting Ferro by the wrists and letting go only to put the smaller man on his stomach, before straddling Ferro’s legs.

As Ferro rasped, he felt Lanoch part his cheeks with his thumbs before spitting heavily on his hole.

"Still loose after all this time... I hope you haven’t been fucking someone behind my back," Lanoch’s growling voice was heavy with jealous lust.

"N- Aah aah!!" Ferro’s reply was cut short as the leokin plunged his cock into his hole, pressing his full weight behind the thrust as he ravaged Ferro’s insides.

The next moment, Lanoch forced Ferro’s face into the cushions, pistoning his hips as he ground his way deeper and deeper.

Even with his body doing its best to make pleasure out of the pain, the way Lanoch ignored Ferro’s spots meant that it would be a long time before Ferro would be able to climax if Lanoch kept up his performance.

Digging his claws into the pillows, he bit down and focused on breathing, on feeling the parts that did feel good, like Lanoch’s heavy balls slapping against him, or the way that the leokin shifted his grip to tug on Ferro’s short mane.

It wasn’t enough to make the pain go away completely, but it was enough for Ferro to trick his mind into bearing with it. Into coming to a place where he could give Lanoch the moans and sounds of desire that the leokin craved... no matter how fake they were.

And when Lanoch’s breathing grew deep and low, when he let go of Ferro to plant his hands on both sides of the catkin, before lifting one hand to turn Ferro on his cock, staring into the eyes of the harem-slut he expected to see...

Ferro put all of his strength into arcing forward, wrapping his arms around Lanoch’s neck as he kissed his tormentor hard and long, while at the same time, his deft little claws worked to sever the chord on Lanoch’s neck.

He could never hurt Lanoch, for he was magically bound by contract magic, but that didn’t extend to Lanoch’s things...

Before Lanoch could notice the weight leaving his neck, Ferro palmed the key and slipped it away from them both, under a pillow where hopefully he could retrieve it later.

"That’s the first time you’ve kissed me..." Lanoch said once Ferro withdrew.

"Wh-what?"

Suddenly Lanoch took Ferro by the lips, driving his tongue down the catkin’s throat, dominating his mouth as he continued to fuck his ass.

Through the pain, Ferro squeezed with everything he had, clenching his whole body around Lanoch’s cock as the leokin’s grunts began to deepen, his pitch lowered, his body clenched and-

With a sudden roar, Lanoch blew inside of Ferro, painting the catkin’s insides white and bulging his stomach with seed and the tension of his cock from the inside. A moment later he pulled out, jerking himself as he painted Ferro’s face with cum, before collapsing on top of Ferro and panting.

"You’re... crushing me..." Ferro gasped.

With a laugh, Lanoch rolled. He didn’t apologize, but that wasn’t what Ferro wanted.

What he wanted came a moment later, when Lanoch’s eyes fluttered. When his breathing slowed...

Years ago, by dungeon time, Lanoch had been a fierce and tireless lover. But as the women sometimes complained, life in the dungeon had worn on him, turning him into a man who napped as soon as he nutted... and after coming back from a battle, a half hour of waiting was all it took for Ferro to confirm that Lanoch was sleeping like the dead.

If the dead snored, that is.

Aching, bruised, and battered, leaking seed from his sore boypussy, Ferro crawled out from under Lanoch’s arm and dug for the key.

He didn’t have pockets, so he retied the string and slipped it onto his upper arm, looping it around and around until the key was held flat against his bicep and secure.

His skirt was a mess, but he had no choice but to wear it if he was going to make his escape now, while everyone was distracted preparing the camp and the feast that Lanoch no doubt wanted to make of a slain thunderhorn.

Instead of heading directly away from the camp, he chose to head back towards the barrier to the previous floor, before doubling back in a wide arc that brought him far out of sight.

In the daylight, the crystalline trees of the Forest of Blades looked far less imposing, but his progress was soon slowed as he realized he needed to watch his step for shards of their leaves and branches that lay in the soil.

Time in the Duat tended to closely mirror the outside world, according to some accounts, either matching or opposite. But Ferro couldn’t help but feel like time here was slipping faster toward the evening as he picked his way through the forest, making for the tower.

The sky was growing more purple the closer he got, and at first, he thought it might be that he was in the shadow of the Djet, before he remembered that the Djet had no shadow.

Still, he journeyed forth.

Towards the very heart of the Labyrinthine Duat. The Mother Dungeon.

Towards the place where it was said, one could receive a single wish...

He picked and leaped and sprinted when he could, hastening his stride measure by measure, ignoring his fatigue as he heard the resonant songs of the crystalbirds, known to dive into the soft flesh of their victims and roll as they pecked through organs and bones.

Past the tower were terrors less known and far more deadly, but he would not set one foot past the Djet. Because he had cast his lot.

He was betraying Lanoch. He was betraying Santina. He was taking the one chance he had to make a clean break, and as he saw the shimmer of the barrier marking the end of the floor, he knew he was almost free-

The sounds of clapping interrupted Ferro’s thoughts. He turned, spotting Santina waiting on a small outcropping... and next to him was Lawre. Santina clapped his hands slowly.

Lawre is Santina’s new accomplice... that’s why he was in the tent. That’s why he called me ’Ferry’. The realization did not sit well with Ferro. What lies had Star told the boy to convince him...

"Bravaah... I knew as soon as you let Lanoch have his way with you that you were going to get the key... Of course, I helped things along a bit; incubus magic and all. Must have been disappointing, not being able to finish yourself... Honestly, I don’t know how someone with a dick that big is so bad at sex, but here you are... sore legs and all, no doubt." He lifted a hand, pointing, and Lawre stepped forward. "Give the boy the key, and I’ll let you go."

Ferro knew from years of dealing with Lanoch what a magical compulsion would feel like. But the Oath between him and Santina had been very specific... and he felt no such compulsion at Santina’s words... which meant...

"You can’t handle the key, can you? That’s why you needed me to steal it for you... All that time it was with your old master, and you never took it for yourself."

"Clever, kitten, but I’m not here to play games. Give little Lawre the key. I’d rather not kill you if I don’t have to."

"You didn’t have to help him," Ferro raised his voice, turning to Lawre.

"I told you, I want to go to the surface... I’m tired of holding everyone back. Of everyone always being in danger because of me... Because I can’t fight..." The boy’s eyes were filled with determination and tears.

"Is that what you think? Lawre, everyone in that caravan protects you-"

"They protect me because Father will hurt them if they don’t!" the boy shouted. "Please just give us the key... I-I’ll wish for everyone to go to the surface. You too!"

"Lawre... if you do that, your father will kill me the moment he knows it was I who stole from him. He might kill everyone because what he wants, the glory he seeks, it’s deeper in this place. Deeper than anyone has ever reached before and survived. So deep that even the woman he’s trying to beat, the Demon Breaker Halie, turned back without ever seeing the end of the Duat. No one who reaches for the end ever comes back."

Ferro knew this in his heart. He knew it because he knew Lanoch, after too long in the man’s bed, catering to his desires. Listening to his drunken rants and bloodthirsty boasts. Fearing every day that one day his life would be snuffed out on a whim...

And he was damned if he was going to lose his chance now.

As Lawre turned to Star, his eyes begging the demon for some sort of alternative.

In response, Star lifted his hand and pointed at Ferro, a spell gathering at his fingertip.

"Drop the key, or I’ll kill you."

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