Coachman and the Three Bound Mares -2-
The succubus with brown skin and short silver hair couldn't hide her disappointment at the sight of the man and three women before her, who looked like a novice adventurer party.
Her superior, the Succubus Queen, had sent her and the others to investigate the bizarre incident that occurred after the failed Hero ambush plan in the Forest of Beginnings.
Normally, all monsters were born from and obeyed the Demon King, but strangely, the monsters in this Forest of Beginnings ignored orders from higher monsters and acted in unnatural, programmed ways.
Humans might not notice, but monsters knew it all too well. Plus, monsters kept respawning from somewhere over time, and altered terrain reverted to normal in just a day—it was a seriously weird place.
But that was now ancient history. The unique traits of this Forest of Beginnings had vanished abruptly a week and a few days ago.
The monsters in the forest had completely vanished, and the changed terrain stayed changed.
That's why the Succubus Queen, who had infiltrated the human world for the Demon King, and her legion of succubi dispatched a team—including her—to investigate.
It seemed like a small number, but with the Empire's surveillance tightening lately, they'd sent an elite few.
Anyway, the area had been off-limits since the Hero ambush incident, so hardly anyone came in. She was sick of the boring, fruitless searches.
So when this novice(?) adventurer party appeared, she inwardly cheered. According to info gathered from the Adventurer's Guild, small parties sometimes sneaked in despite the restrictions, so she figured they were one.
But as she approached, she sensed an extremely faint trace of death energy—definitely not human—that she might have overlooked.
That's why she was disappointed. Undead were something succubi avoided; they offered no sustenance.
'Probably an investigation team from the Immortal Legion, sent to probe the anomaly just like us.'
The Immortal Legion was the rock-bottom ranked among the legions commanded by the Demon King's Archfiends.
How strong could rotting corpses be, really?
She'd been thrilled at the thought of sucking the fresh essence from novice adventurers, but now she was let down.
'Still, for undead, they all look surprisingly refined...'
Undead from the Immortal Legion were usually just bones or decayed bodies, so that part puzzled her.
"Aaah!! Seriously!! If they're undead, they're useless dicks!! I got all excited thinking we could have some fun, and they're useless!!"
The moment she wailed that—
BOOM!!!
"Eh?"
A massive explosion-like roar hit, along with enormous gusts and shockwaves from both sides.
Realizing what happened, she immediately checked her flanks.
"???"
Her comrades, who should have been there, had vanished completely.
"Wha? What, where did everyo—"
The question answered itself quickly.
She twisted slightly to look behind—
Whoosh...
"...."
"......"
Her comrades were farther back from their original spots.
Proving they'd been blasted by colossal force, they lay crumpled. The ground where they landed was cratered like a meteor impact, steam rising from friction heat.
Twitch twitch
Crack... craaack...
Needless to say, they weren't unscathed. Extra joints had formed on arms and legs, twisted at impossible angles; necks and waists were folded in half or rotated 180 degrees.
Each postmortem rigor tremble sent ominous cracks from shattered bones and flesh echoing pitifully.
"Uh... huh?"
The silver-haired succubus couldn't process the sudden event. Her brain errored out, refusing reality.
And then—
Chiiiill!!
A bone-numbing chill surged from ahead, overriding her glitching brain with primal survival instinct.
Whoosh!!
She whipped her head forward.
And what she saw was...
Ruuuumble...
"...."
A man—the novice(?) adventurer—radiating a sinister pale aura so intense it would terrify even the bravest demons, face twisted in dread-inducing fury. He loomed right in front of her.
How had she not sensed it before? His overwhelming presence filled the world around her.
Rumble rumble!!
Groooan...
The air quaked and earth trembled, mirroring his rage—not from any technique or released energy, but mere leaked emotion from his heightened state.
"Hii, hiiik..."
Drip drip...
Despair. Overwhelming terror, like facing a mountain-sized predator. She'd pissed herself from unprecedented fear.
"Aah..."
Shiver
Her body rebelled, trembling uncontrollably from the terror. Too scared to move, she froze solid.
'Move move move move move move move move MOVE!'
Her survival instinct screamed, but it was futile wailing.
Finally—
"Aa... aaaah..."
Swoosh
A firm, massive pot-lid hand gripped her face, blocking her view—
Crunch
Darkness from the palm's shadow ended her consciousness.
A short time later—
"Auu~"
"Ueeu!!"
"Huaa~♥"
"Thanks, girls. I'm calmed down now."
The furious rage—even beyond undead's stabilizing dead-mind effect—had finally subsided thanks to Kangjang, Dena, and Mari's devoted, sticky comfort.
At the same time, he recalled the memories extracted via Memento Mori from the succubi corpses he'd just slain.
Memento Mori
'Who would've thought the demon incursion in the Forest of Beginnings was the Succubus Queen's scheme...'
He learned that the Succubus Queen—one of the Archfiends and their superior—had played a major role in the ambush that led him to the witch's tomb.
'The Succubus Queen and her kind aren't extinct; they're hiding in human nations, operating in the shadows.'
They'd even made a infamous pleasure city far south in the human lands their secret base.
Gnash!!
Thinking of how they'd called him useless made his teeth grind.
'Gather full strength and wipe them out in one go...!!'
They wouldn't die easy—or rest in peace even in death. He'd make sure of it.
'Thorough revenge demands thorough preparation.'
To that end, he needed to build power fast and rally forces.
So, time to move quickly.
"Raise Dead."
Raise Dead
He cast the spell to create an advanced undead.
Material: an ogre corpse from the corpse vault.
Goal: a rare multi-person undead mount that could also serve as a temporary base—a Phantom Carriage.
Tuning Dead
Obviously, the Phantom Carriage's default look screamed "undead," so he tuned its exterior.
It became an elegant black carriage with gold leaf and ornate decorations.
'Coachman in this form... no need for horses...'
Once set—
Craaack!!
Vrooom!!!
Fwoosh!!
The ogre's massive corpse enveloped in black tar-like goo, its rubbery skin shifting to sturdy dark wood.
Reborn as a grand, antique carriage.
Ruuuuumble...
The stately yet sinister vibe was sealed as pale death energy rose from it.
Creeeak
Clip-clop
The carriage, exuding pale aura, opened its door and extended steps like welcoming its master.
Of course. As a mid-rank undead, the Phantom Carriage had high sentience.
"Alright, carriage secured... now for horses..."
For reference, a Ghost Carriage came as a set: ghostly coachman and three ghostly horses.
When creating it, he'd tuned the coachman to this form but removed the horses entirely.
Because 'I already have 'em.'
Whiiistle!!
The three horses he'd made earlier approached at his signal.
"Eup eup eup!!♥"
"Eup eup!!♥"
"Euuup!!♥"
The horses reacted eagerly to his words.
Their true identities: the three succubi he'd killed earlier.
Their looks were fine, so he'd undead-ified them.
'Punishment for calling me useless: live as horses forever.'
They wore SM harness bondage, dog collars around necks, arms bound behind backs.
And most importantly—
Ting
Piercings through nipples, marking ownership.
Symbolizing they weren't comrades like Kangjang, Dena, or Mari—just tools.
"Eup eup♥"
"Euu eup♥"
"Eup eup eup♥"
Drip...
Gagged with horse-bit muzzles, they drooled, only able to make muffled sounds.
Exteriors mostly untouched via Tuning Dead, but wings and tails—the pride of succubi—removed.
'Might need succubus abilities someday, so I used Lesser Living Death, gained from job-changing to Necro Meister.'
Lesser Living Death
Like Living Death, it inherited original corpse abilities, but no level-up growth—a degraded version.
Their race: advanced undead Death Kaiser Horse.
Surprisingly high succubus levels allowed it.
'One of three Death Kaiser series, obtainable via special recipe paths.'
Mount-only undead horse—no coachman. Drawback: meh except speed.
Black horse form normally, but Necro Meister job allowed full redesign, preserving succubus looks unscathed.
He'd used this skill on the ogre for Phantom Carriage too, to inherit strength.
Anyway—
"Line up in front of the carriage."
"Eup eup!!♥"
"Eup eup eup!!♥"
"Euuup!!♥"
The three mares obeyed, positioning before the carriage.
Then—
Whip!!
Chains linking horses and carriage writhed like tentacles.
Clank clank clank
"Eup eup!!♥"
"Uu eup!!♥"
"Euuu eup!!♥"
The tentacle-chains precisely hooked into their harnesses.
"Now, next..."
Tuning Dead
Necro Meister skill activated to modify his body—specifically, his dick.
Sluuurp!!
Shuuuurp!!
His massive cock split into three, thickness unchanged, but elongating like tentacles.
Shuuuuurp!!
They wriggled like true tentacles, aimed at—
"Eup eup!!♥"
"Eup eup eup!!♥♥"
"Uu eup!!♥"
The mares' asses.
Squelch!!
Splurt!!
Thrust!!
The dicks plunged ferociously into three unprepared anuses, massive sizes ripping them open.
Splurt splurt!!
Thrust thrust!!
Squelch squelch!!
He pistoned wildly without mercy.
Squelch squelch!!
The tight anuses gaped impossibly. A normal person would've been ruined forever, unable to hold shit.
He was literally wrecking their asses.
'Hmm... no lube or water, so pretty dry... but not bad.'
Succubus traits intact, the tightness was intense.
But Death Kaiser Horses lacked great strength, and succubi even less—nowhere near Kangjang or Dena.
"Ho oop!!♥"
"♥♥♥"
"Oop♥"
Splurt!! Splurt!!
Squeeeelch!! Squeeeelch!!
Thrust thrust!!
Anal without fluids hurt mortals, but as pain-immune undead, it was just dry friction for him—fine otherwise. The mares climaxed wildly with each thrust, asses dangerously wrecked, squirting nonstop.
Spluuurt!!
Spurt!!
Drip...
Mass love juices from untouched pussies pooled on the ground.
Soon—
"Fuel injection!!"
Spurt spuuuurt!!!
"Huoook!!♥"
"O eup♥"
"Uuu eup!!♥"
Mass semen flooded the three anuses in a very wholesome fueling process.
His death energy cycled into them and back, ensuring they wouldn't pass out mid-run.
Pop!! Pop!! Pop!!
The tentacle cocks pulled out.
"Tune."
His dick reverted.
"Girls. Close the lids."
"Auu!!"
"Ee eh!!"
"Huhu~"
Kangjang, Dena, and Mari moved at his command, each holding a long anal plug with horse-tail ends.
They positioned behind the mares' asses.
Smack!!
They spread cheeks.
Gloop gloop
Drip drip
Inside: gaping anuses leaking thick semen, slowly closing via undead toughness; pussies drooling fluids.
"Auu~"
"Uee~"
"Huaa~"
They aimed the plugs—
Squelch!!
Thrust!!
Crunch!!
And shoved them in—
Shiver!!
"Uu eup!!♥"
"Uu euk!!♥"
"Uuu eup♥"
The hypersensitive mares climaxed again from the semen-smeared intrusion, bodies twitching.
Fuel secured.
"Good job. Get in."
"Auu!!"
"Uee~"
"Huaa~"
The three entered the carriage.
He'd follow soon, but first—
"Coachman."
At his call—
Slink
Pale ghost energy rose in the empty driver's seat, forming a figure.
"Heehee."
Blonde, pink eyes, explosive curves rivaling his Living Death wives. A seductive smile from a dangerously alluring beauty.
Her outfit was lewd: latex thigh-highs, elbow gloves, crotch and nipple-zippered latex leotard with open midsection.
Smack!!
Whip in hand, proving her role. It amplified her queenly menace.
'Mm, turned out perfect.'
His custom Phantom Carriage coachman.
Ogre material, but he'd sculpted the form himself.
Not pure invention, though—the look (sans clothes) came from one of his Living Death servants in Aurore Fantasia.
"Damn Elizabeth..."
Thinking of it pissed him off. If giving powers, why not full undead too?
Squeeze
"Hee it♥"
Frustrated, he groped her massive tits.
Squeeze rub rub
"Hee it haa...♥"
Her voice grew moist with each grope.
Sigh
The feel was off. Ghostly incarnation—more like balloons than flesh.
Not bad, but lacking.
"Anyway, safe driving."
"Heehee!!♥"
Smack
Whap whap!!
She thrust out her huge chest, smacking it with her right hand like "trust me."
With that, he headed to the carriage entrance.
'The coachman and horses look too flashy.'
He'd ask Mari for illusion magic to make them seem normal coachman and horses.
Thinking that, he boarded.