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Luka's Story 4- The problem with gods	By : Ditmag Category: +M through R > Monster Girl Quest Views: 1295 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I awakened as if it had all been a dream. I knew that it wasn’t, since Ilias had done that to me before. I found myself actually looking forward to going out with her again. So much had changed since I’d journeyed with Alice, but Ilias’ hostility and scheming had been a constant. I knew from experience that this could all just be part of another plan to destroy me, but I dared to hope that perhaps I was reaching her. After all, she wasn’t very powerful anymore. She could no longer take my power away from me. In theory, I should have little to fear. In theory.
I went to the small dining hall(yes, there was a large dining hall and a small dining hall), to get breakfast, hoping that I’d catch Alice before she started her day. I was right on time. Alice was being served her usual large breakfast, which consisted of a dozen eggs, a quarter pound of bacon, six large pancakes, a small steak, and a bowl of fruit. The server asked me what I would like. I asked for some eggs and the small steak.
“Hey, darling, did you sleep well?” Alice asked, munching happily on a piece of bacon. “You know, this food is good, but yours is still better. One good thing about my kitchen staff, they sure can produce quantity.”
“I slept well,” I reported. “I also went out with Ilias.”
“Oh, yes, Eden warned me that she’d be coming to snatch you away,” Alice said. “I guess Ilias wanted to surprise you. How did it go?”
“Pretty well, I guess. She definitely still hates me, but she seems to want to…. Maybe hate me less, I guess?”
“I don’t like it at all,” Alice said, ripping a chunk off of her steak and shoving it in her mouth. “But I recognize the necessity. If anyone can make her a not terrible person, it’s you. Just be careful, okay?”
“I will,” I promised. “You know, it just occurred to me that I’ve never seen all the Heavenly Knights in here at once for a meal. How come we never all eat together?”
“I know we can sometimes seem like a family,” Alice replied. “But we’re not a family. Besides, Granberia and Tamamo sometimes take meals with us. But Alma Elma doesn’t eat much real food. Ninety percent of her diet is semen. And Erubetie doesn’t eat the same way we do. She absorbs nutrients from her spring. Occasionally she eats fish.”
“I think we should make a date to all eat together,” I suggested. “I know it sounds silly, but just once I think I’d like to see all of us together around a table and not planning a war.”
“If you’ll be cooking, I bet you’ll have no problem getting them here. Just tell me when and I’ll ask them to come. Just don’t do any potatoes, Alma Elma’s developed a phobia.”

I went back to the office for the first time in many months. Nanabi had been ably holding down the fort, such as it was. We still weren’t ever busy, and by that point Nanabi could handle field work just fine. She was a lot smarter than I was, surpassing my tech knowledge within the first year that we worked together. If I was being honest with myself, she didn’t even need me. But since bringing modern conveniences to this world was my pet project, Nanabi probably felt that I should be involved. Besides, she liked working with me. She really had become my work spouse.
“Oh, wow, Luka, welcome back!” Nanabi said happily upon seeing me enter the room for the first time in forever. “We’re going to have a project soon. A very special one!”
“Oh really?” I asked. “You might actually need me?”
“You’ve been requested, in fact!” Nanabi answered. “Eden finally wants to bring some modernity to heaven. Personally, I think she just wants you to spend time up there with her.”
That sounded fine to me. It would also mean more time with Ilias, which was probably an additional motivation for Eden. Despite the fact that Eden had become more aware of Ilias’ true nature, she still loved her creator. I felt that I should probably spend more time getting to know the angels who lived there as well, most of whom were still hostile to me. Maybe with some technology up there, Ilias and Eden could send me emails instead of their usual methods.
“So how are you?” Nanabi asked, breaking me out of my reverie. “I mean, really? I know the last few months haven’t been easy for you. I was really happy these last ten years seeing you living so well, and then all of this happened.”
“I think I’m mending. Alice and I are making up. We’ll be fine, I hope.”
“I heard that she issued you a hall pass,” Nanabi said flirtatiously. “An anytime, anywhere, hall pass. Any chance you’d like to have some fun with me?”
“Definitely. But not during work. I want to get back into my routine.”
“Understood,” Nanabi replied. “If you’re sleeping in that room at some point in the next few days, don’t be surprised if I come up to say hello.”
“You’ll have to beat me to him!” a cheery voice said, as Tamamo entered the room. “Did you brief him on the heaven project?”
“She did,” I said. “Will you be helping?”
“A kitsune in heaven?” Tamamo laughed. “I’ve seen stranger things in the last ten years. If it’s okay with Eden and won’t cause too much trouble up there, I’ll help out. I’d love to tour the place as a guest rather than an invading enemy.”
Tamamo sat down in her chair between Nanabi and me. She showed up to check on us about twice a week, mainly just to stay abreast of the latest developments. She also seemed to enjoy watching us work together. And as I’ve mentioned before, Tamamo liked to instigate, which caused Nanabi to become naughty.
“Alice told me about last night,” Tamamo said, becoming serious. “She also mentioned the Ilias thing. I really hope that all works out. As much as I hate her, I’ve fought against her long enough. If there’s a chance that this world can know real peace, I’ll be happy. I’m as tired of adventure as you are, Luka. I just want to settle down, enjoy my tofu, and spend time with friends.”
“Amen to that,” I said. “I just want to get back to the life I’ve been enjoying. As far as I’m concerned, that starts today.”
“Good for you!” Tamamo replied. “Enjoy your life! I can’t think of anyone who deserves it more than you!”

It had been an easy day, as it often was. A lot more idle chatter and surfing the internet rather than doing actual work. As I always did after work, I sought out Granberia in case she wanted to spar. As usual, she was practicing. She looked up when she saw me, her expression brightening.
“You coming to see me after work used to be a daily occurrence!” Granberia said, greeting me. “It has been awhile. Am I to assume you are returning to your normal schedule?”
“I am,” I replied. “Would you like to spar?”
“Not yet. The last thing you need right now is combat with a monster. I believe you’ve had enough of that lately, being forced by Alice to spar with monsters against your will. As much as I love crossing swords with you, we will have to settle for other amusements. Still, you must keep in shape. You are welcome to practice with me.”
I gladly accepted that offer. I realized about thirty minutes in just how far I still had to go to get back to my old conditioning. My body still looked great, but my cardio wasn’t up to snuff. I had to take a break, my body covered in sweat. Granberia decided to take a break as well, sitting next to me on the bench.
“It is good that we didn’t spar,” she said. “You lack the endurance. Do not worry. If you come to work out with me every day, you’ll be back to your accustomed excellence in no time.”
She leaned in close and took a deep sniff of me. “Ah, I love the smell of your sweat,” she said. “I just want to lick it all off of you.”
She was barely sweating at all. As a matter of fact, the only time I ever saw her break a sweat was when I put up a good fight in our sparring sessions, which wasn’t often. The woman was a machine. I remembered the last time we’d had sex, our bodies both drenched in sweat after our most intense battle ever. I decided that I really wanted to get back to that level, for Granberia’s sake.
“Well, unless you’re actually going to lick it all off of me, I think I’ll hit the shower and go see Alma Elma,” I said. “She’s usually in the game room about this time.”
“She will be happy as well to have you back to normal,” Granberia replied. “Go on. I will join the two of you after I’ve finished practicing. Try not to get drained before I get there. That damned succubus knows that you have your hall pass once again. Being alone with her could be hazardous to your energy levels. I do not wish to find her playing video games with you naked and passed out next to her on the couch.”

I went to the game room, an addition to the castle made primarily for my benefit, even though Alma Elma seemed to spend more time in there than I did. I was glad that she had a new addiction to distract her from flitting around the world draining men. Sure enough, she was in there playing a fighting game, her favorite kind. In recent years she’d really let her love of hand to hand fighting come out. Prior to the war against Ilias, she had kept her skills a secret. I still couldn’t get my head around the idea that a succubus would have secrets. Alma Elma was the most brazen person I’d ever known.
“Luka!” she yelled enthusiastically. “Come and play with me!”
“Ummm…..”
“Video games, silly! But since you do have a hall pass, if you lose to me, then I get to have my way with you.”
“Deal,” I said, confident that I could defeat her. Despite her enthusiasm for the medium, I was still better than her at almost any game. I was so competitive that it never occurred to me that I might want to lose. “So what are the rules? Just one game? Two out of three? Three out of five?”
“Two out of three,” Alma Elma replied. “Mortal Kombat, Street Fighter, and for the third we’ll do something a little different. Hearthstone.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you liked card games.”
“Oh, I love playing cards! We should play strip poker sometime! I only just discovered these magic card games. They are so cool!”
First up was Mortal Kombat. It was Alma Elma’s favorite game, and thus her best chance of beating me and taking a quick 1-0 lead. In a gender role reversal, I chose Sonja. She chose Johnny Cage. I was pretty good at the game, but sometimes I’d hit the wrong button, intending to block when I should be punching. Other times I failed to pull off special moves correctly. To my disappointment, she defeated me easily. I was especially rusty, not having played in awhile. I started to worry that I might lose. Wait a minute. I might lose! That would be awesome! No, no, what am I thinking?! Must win! Don’t look at her breasts! Keep your eyes on the screen!
Street Fighter was next, and that was my best fighting game. I chose Ken. She chose Chun Li. Bad move. I could time her jumps perfectly and deliver Ken’s most powerful kicks while she was still in the air. Her special moves were no challenge for me to block and counter. To Alma Elma’s disappointment, I completely dominated her. 1-1.
“I guess it comes down to the card game,” Alma Elma said. “I’m not sure I can beat you. Did you play this game a lot before you were bedridden? I’m new to it. I guess I go hungry tonight. Sigh.”
She loaded up the game. I chose Paladin. Alma Elma chose Warlock. I received the first turn. While I thought about my first move, Alma Elma went to the minifridge. The minifridge had been installed as soon as we put electricity in the castle, a task completed within six months of my marriage to Alice. In the past, we’d keep fruit juices in there, but ever since I hired Promestein, we’d been keeping sodas and root beers in there as well, even ice cream. All this was thanks to Promestein’s frequent trips to my world to shop. While Promestein wasn’t a big eater, she did indulge in snack foods from time to time. She played our portal as if it was a musical instrument and she was a virtuoso. When Alice and I went through it, we could only reliably get it to take us to one place: my apartment. Promestein could do the necessary calculations to take her almost anywhere within twenty miles of my place. Most often, she used it to go to a convenience store near my apartment to stock up on snack foods.
On this occasion, Alma Elma pulled out a cherry red popsicle. Ooh, that looked good. I’d have to have one myself after the game. I chose my first play, a simple 1 cost minion, and the turn passed to Alma Elma. The queen succubus had no card to play, so immediately passed the turn back to me, while tearing the paper open to get at the frozen cherry goodness within.
I had no cards to play, so simply used my hero power to summon a silver hand recruit. Alma Elma quickly summoned a 2 cost minion and it was my turn once again. Now that I had three mana crystals, I had to decide whether to play a three cost minion, or a two cost minion and cast a secret spell. I saw Alma Elma making exaggerated movements out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look at what she was doing. What she was doing was practically fellating her popsicle. Instead of merely sucking it to soften it up enough to bite small pieces off of it, she was giving it long licks all over, then opening her mouth wide to try to take it all in. I didn’t realize I was staring until my turn expired, with me having played no cards.
“Oops!” she said, amused. “Someone got distracted!”
“You did that on purpose!” I said accusingly.
“Did not!” Alma Elma protested. “These popsicles are just so novel to me! I don’t know any other way to eat something with such a phallic shape!”
“The way normal people eat them is to suck on them a little to soften them up, then bite a piece off,” I explained.
“Bite?!” Alma Elma said in mock horror. “I couldn’t possibly bite something shaped like this! No, I think I’ll just lick and suck this thing until it melts in my mouth. I don’t mind if you watch, but you should probably take your turn.”
Oh crap! I hadn’t even noticed that Alma Elma had played a three cost minion. I didn’t like how the board looked. My one cost minion was gone, but her two still remained, facing my lone silver hand recruit. I used a consecration spell to eliminate her two minions and struck at her hero directly with my little recruit.
“Wasn’t that explosion a little premature, Luka-boy?” Alma Elma taunted, playfully licking her popsicle. “You spent four mana just to get rid of my two little weak minions.”
She cast a spell that summoned a rather formidable demon for so early in the game. How do I counter that? I thought. I might have to take a hit to set up a better play next turn. But what do I do for THIS turn? I have a card that will block her demon for a turn, but if I wait another turn it will be more powerful. Hmmm….
“Do you have to do that?!” I asked irritably as she slurped loudly on her popsicle, her tongue doing unconscionable things to the underside of the frozen treat while her cheeks were sunken from the power of her suction.
“What?!” she asked innocently. “It’s good! Am I doing something wrong? Oh, Luka, you have such a dirty mind! Do you want me to eat you the same way I’m eating this popsicle?”
“No, of course not!” I said lamely, lying through my teeth.
“Well if you don’t want me to suck you like this popsicle you might want to actually take your turn.”
I saw that I only had seconds remaining. I threw the first card I could think to use down and then cursed my poor judgment. It was a card that worked best with another card that was in my hand. If Alma Elma killed that minion, both the minion and its supporting card would be useless. Of course, she killed the minion, then returned to her popsicle. My turn.
This time I was resolved to not let her distract me. I ignored the loud slurping. She even added moans and heavy breathing. Either she was playing with me or that was the best popsicle ever. Despite her juvenile attempts to distract me, I made what I thought was a superb play with a card I was lucky enough to draw. I was confident she’d have no counter for it for at least two turns, by which time I would have reduced her hit points by half.
“Oh, good play, Luka-boy!” she said. “I’ve got a good card as well, though!”
Indeed, she put down a very formidable card, one that if killed, would shuffle three super powerful minions into her deck. As a Paladin, I had no obvious counter for it. Reluctantly I killed it. I still had the advantage, but my momentum had been blunted.
Alma Elma in quick succession dealt seven points of direct damage to my hero using spells. I knew what she would probably play next: a card that would wipe the board clean. So no point in summoning new minions. Instead, I searched my hand for the best card to enhance the minions I already had for an attack that would exact a heavy price this turn.
“Is my tongue red?” Alma Elma asked, interrupting my thoughts. I turned to look. Indeed, it was quite red from the cherry popsicle.
“Yes, it’s very red,” I answered, then turned back to the game. I enhanced one of my minions with two additional attack points.
“Have I ever shown you this trick?” I heard her say. I looked over again, as if I couldn’t help myself, to find that she was making a wave motion with her very red tongue. “Can you imagine how that would feel on you? I’ve done it to you before. It was so good that you couldn’t process it. You just squirmed and thrashed.”
I also heard my turn expire, without me having attacked. She quickly played a destroy all minions card, clearing the board. My hand had nothing good in it. I lamely played a weak minion, enhanced it with a weak spell, and summoned another silver hand recruit. I had to pray that I drew a weapon soon. At least she’d finished her popsicle. At some point it had broken down structurally from all the hard sucking, so she simply chewed the pieces, somehow not getting brain freeze from the large chunks as it had broken apart in her mouth.
The respite from her distractions didn’t help me. I had already missed my best opportunities. In one turn, she plunked down four decent minions. My draw was indeed a weapon, which I used to strike at her directly, but it wasn’t enough. The following turn she filled her side of the board. My next draw was unlucky. A weak Murloc. By the next turn it was over, my paladin destroyed.
“I win!” Alma Elma yelled exultantly. “I honestly didn’t think I had much of a chance to beat you. These popsicles must make me a better player.”
“Something like that,” I said glumly, then realized that I’d lost. That meant…. Oh my. Was she going to do to me what she had done to that popsicle? Knowing Alma Elma, she probably had something even more intense than that planned.
“To the victor go the spoils,” she said seductively, turning to grab me and push me into a more prone position on the couch. “So how do you want to feed me? My mouth is still a little cold, although that could be fun. Want me to use my feet first? Or maybe stroke you with my hand? I saw you staring at my breasts. Or how about we play a game where I pleasure you with a part of my body with your eyes closed and you have to guess what I’m using on you?”
“What do I get if I win?”
“Always so competitive! But this isn’t that kind of game. The fun is in getting pleasured by me in ways you’ve never experienced, then opening your eyes and being surprised at my inventiveness.”
Without warning, the door opened and Granberia walked in. Seeing us on the couch, with Alma Elma about to have her way with me, she paused, then shook her head and sat down in a chair next to the couch.
“You couldn’t even last this long, Luka?” Granberia asked, picking up a controller. “Well, if you’re that horny, just pretend I’m not here. Alma Elma, please leave a little bit for me. I too have not eaten in awhile.”
“Luka boy has been ignoring his responsibilities, not feeding us regularly like he should,” Alma Elma teased.
“You two fed on me constantly while I was in bed!” I objected.
“True,” Alma Elma conceded. “But your hall pass got revoked a whole month ago. We’ve been craving your delicious semen for awhile now. I mean, we could go get subpar semen in Grand Noah or Succubus Village, but once a monster has tasted you, no other semen will do.”
“Don’t act as if you haven’t eaten at least a dozen men in the last month,” Granberia said derisively. “But I have had not a drop of semen in over a month. I was beginning to fear that I might have to join you on one of your forays and indulge in whatever random man I could lure into a back alley.”
“Better than second hand semen,” Alma Elma shot back. “But yum! The gourmet dish is right here in this room with us. There’s popsicles in the fridge if you want one while you wait for me to get through with him.”
“Popsicles?!” Granberia asked, surprised. She put down her controller and eagerly rushed to the minifridge. “Oh! So many flavors! Promestein must be trying to get into our good graces! Hmmm, I think I’ll have… orange.”
Granberia pulled out an orange popsicle as Alma Elma undid my pants. Granberia sat back down, unwrapped the treat, and then proceeded to enjoy it. She chose to enjoy it almost as lasciviously as Alma Elma had, giving the popsicle long licks. My eyes bugged out as she put the entire popsicle in her mouth. I already knew from experience that she could do that, but seeing it, it seemed new and surprising every time.
Now Alma Elma was annoyed. “Do you have to eat it that way!?” she asked Granberia. “Now you’re distracting my meal!”
“What?!” Granberia asked innocently. “This is how I always eat things shaped like this. Is there another way to do it?”
Just then Tamamo walked in. “Popsicles?!” she squealed. “I love popsicles! I want grape! Please tell me there’s grape!”
“Yes, Tamamo, there’s grape,” Alma Elma answered, now quite exasperated.
Tamamo eagerly grabbed a grape popsicle and stood over Alma Elma and me.
“Don’t mind me,” Tamamo said.”I’m just going to enjoy this while you enjoy Luka. I know you don’t mind an audience.”
“I don’t mind an audience at all,” Alma Elma responded. “Except normally my audience isn’t distracting my prey. Oh my goodness, Tamamo, you too?! Doesn’t anyone eat a popsicle normally around here?!”
Indeed, Tamamo was treating the popsicle as if it was a long lost lover, pleasuring it from tip to base. Alma Elma stopped staring at Tamamo when my dick made contact with one of her breasts, having grown huge from watching Tamamo.
“What is this?!” Alma Elma said with annoyance. “Even I didn’t get that kind of reaction out of you! I’m getting jealous!”
“I didn’t know we were playing a game, but it looks like I won it!” Tamamo said triumphantly, spinning around and dancing while she sucked her grape treat.
I wasn’t sure how much of this was a setup and how much of it was spontaneous, but I’m not a total fool so I knew that the last shoe was about to drop. Sure enough, Erubetie, who was rarely at the castle, chose that moment to make an appearance.
“Tamamo informed me telepathically that there are treats here! I’ve always wanted to try a popsicle!” the queen slime said eagerly.
Tamamo reached into the fridge and handed Erubetie a yellow one that must have been banana or lemon flavored. Erubetie gave the game away when she changed into a human form just so that she could put on a show enjoying her popsicle. If Alma Elma wasn’t in on the joke, she was being a better actor than she usually was.
“Okay, now that’s just ridiculous and uncalled for!” the succubus raged. “How am I supposed to make Luka my bitch for the next ten minutes when all he can do is stare at you three? Do you realize how inadequate this makes me feel?”
“It’s turning him on!” Tamamo said. “Just do your thing and it’ll be even better than usual because he has us as a visual aid.”
“I’m the queen succubus!” Alma Elma yelled. “Do you see these tits? This ass? This face? I’m all the visual aid he needs, at least until he can’t see straight anymore!”
“May I propose a contest?” Erubetie asked. She had chosen a very enticing form, looking like a cross between Margot Robbie and Angelina Jolie. “We each take turns sucking him. Winner gets the semen.”
“Fine,” Alma Elma said. “One minute each. I go first.”
Alma Elma bent down to give me what I assumed would be a toe curling one minute quickie, but Tamamo was wise to her.
“Oh no you don’t!” Tamamo said. “Thirty seconds. And your mouth has to have a popsicle in it just before you do it. Go get another popsicle. Don’t worry, Luka, if you’ve never experienced this before it’s pretty amazing. The cold makes it feel totally different from what you’re used to. Better in some ways. But you won’t come as quickly, which will make it a fair contest. You should last at least through the first round. I’m going right after Alma Elma, by the way.”
“I have third,” Granberia announced.
“Then I shall be last,” Erubetie said. “I shall simply have to be sure to finish him after you three have taken your turns.”
Alma Elma, now quite grumpy and obviously not privy to whatever was going on here, took another popsicle and began sucking on it, this time doing so normally, making it obvious if it wasn’t already that she had been toying with me. After about thirty seconds of sucking, she moved me into a sitting position and got on her knees in front of me, placing a couch pillow under them for comfort.
“Okay, get to it!” Tamamo said cheerfully. “I’ll keep time!”
Alma Elma went down on me gently, lovingly, wisely strategizing that going at me too intensely was unlikely to get her the win, but might set me up to be finished by one of her opponents. The coldness of her mouth was a pleasant shock. It definitely changed the sensations. To my surprise, I could feel more of her movements, which made it even more exciting. It also didn’t hurt that the other three knights were standing right behind her eating popsicles in ways meant to get me excited.
Thirty seconds later, Tamamo tapped Alma Elma on the shoulder. The succubus reluctantly moved out of the way as Tamamo, still holding her grape popsicle in one hand, grasped my penis with the other and began sucking and licking it, also gently, but no less skillfully than Alma Elma had. I was loving every second of it.
Granberia took Tamamo’s place after another thirty seconds, but chose a different approach, licking and sucking pretty hard, which caused me to instinctively push into her mouth, which she encouraged by grabbing my waist and pulling me forwar. For a brief moment I thought Granberia would win right there, but the coldness of her mouth kept me from going over the edge.
Erubetie took her turn. Erubetie’s slime was always cool anyway, so it wasn’t that much of a difference from how she usually felt. Still, she could do things that no one else could, and she had sensed that Granberia had brought me fairly close, so she made an attempt to win by introducing some crazy techniques I hadn’t experienced before. Alas for her, it didn’t finish me. It probably would have had I not been trying to hold back my orgasm. I was really enjoying this and wanted more.
Alma Elma was determined to make sure I didn’t get much more as she took her second turn. She attacked my dick with vigor, tongue swirling, head twisting. In the last ten seconds, I distinctly felt the wave technique. It was nearly the finish. But once again, I had more resistance than she had time.
Tamamo was confident of victory as she knelt down and made loud slurping noises as she bobbed up and down as fast as she could, her tongue moving rapidly side to side on the underside of my penis. With the roughness of her tongue, it was a lethal finishing technique, but I held out for another thirty seconds, much to my surprise, Alma Elma’s delight, and Tamamo’s chagrin. She was positive that her own crazy technique should have finished me.
Granberia took her orange popsicle out of her mouth and inhaled my penis all the way down to the root, then for good measure buried her face into my crotch to get me in just a bit deeper still. My eyes widened in shock at an unexpected sensation: heat. Granberia was cheating! Alone among her four competitors, she had the ability to overcome the coldness of the popsicle by turning up her body heat. She had taken me completely by surprise. Overwhelmed by the sensation, I exploded into her throat within ten seconds. She pulled back so that she could taste my semen as it shot into her mouth.
The other Knights, seeing my thrashing and whimpering, stared in shock. “How…?” Alma Elma asked. “That’s impossible! Granberia couldn’t possibly beat me! Granberia never beats me where sex is involved!”
Her suspicions aroused, Alma Elma grasped my penis in her hand. “I knew it!” the succubus said triumphantly. “Granberia won because she cheated! Granberia, you never cheat! How could you?!”
“I did not cheat!” Granberia argued. “The rules were that I must have a popsicle in my mouth just before going down on him. I had a popsicle in my mouth. I simply used one of the few sexual talents I have that none of you can match. There is nothing unfair about that!”
“I agree!” Tamamo laughed. “She was within the rules!”
“Oh dammit!” Alma Elma cried. “Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Well I don’t agree with your interpretation of the rules, and so I’m getting fed tonight!”
Her tail lashed out and engulfed my penis, squeezing hard, the little feelers inside it rubbing every inch of my penis, causing sudden, indescribable pleasure. She got her wish to be fed within seconds.
“Oh yeah, that’s what I wanted!” the succubus said with satisfaction. “Absolutely delicious as always. Thank you Luka! See you tomorrow! I’m going to give you the wave technique tomorrow until you pass out. Look forward to it.”
With that, she left the room, now quite satisfied with herself. Erubetie watched her go, then without warning, changed back into her true form and poured herself onto me.
“If she is going to get a quick meal, I want one as well,” the queen slime informed me. Her slime swirled around my penis at speeds that nearly caused me to black out due to the intense sensations. As I came, the swirling never let up, as if Erubetie was determined to insure that I had the most intense orgasm of the day.
“Perhaps soon I shall return to give you more extended pleasure,” Erubetie said, removing herself from me. “It feels tawdry to do it this way, but I was unusually hungry. I promise to make it up to you later.”
That left me with Granberia and Tamamo. Tamamo finished her popsicle and went to get a bottle of room temperature water. Granberia had gone back to her seat, ready to play a game.
“Um, Granberia?” Tamamo said. “Would you mind leaving Luka and I alone for a bit?”
“Why?” Granberia asked. “You didn’t mind blowing him in front of us a minute ago.”
“While that was fun, I want to give him something that isn’t so rushed. And I really don’t like to do that with a third person in the room.”
“I understand,” Granberia said, rising from her seat. “Luka, I bid you good night. I shall savor my victory. I have waited so long to defeat Alma Elma in such a contest.”
When Granberia left, Tamamo sat down next to me. Despite having come three times, I wasn’t having trouble staying awake. The orgasms had been quite intense, but perhaps the shortness of the stimulation made the critical ecstasy less severe. Not that I could have resisted any of them had they been fighting me. Well, I could, using my power to remove the critical ecstasy, but I’d only ever made that work when extremely stressed, when I knew that I was finished if I didn’t recover somehow. I wasn’t sure I could just do it at will. Fortunately, I was with a trusted friend.
“Luka, tell me now if you don’t want to do this,” Tamamo said. “I really want to make love to you right now, but I know that this body… you have a history with my counterpart on that other world. I know that would normally not be a problem, but you’ve had a tough time lately. I don’t want to send you to bed with nightmares.”
“Tamamo, I’ve never felt safer than when I’m with you. No one is less predatory towards me than you. The fact that you didn’t just assume I wanted you tonight tells me all I need to know.”
She kissed me on the cheek, a surprisingly chaste gesture given what I knew she was about to do.
“Thank you, Luka. You make it easy to be sweet to you. You’ve only been with me once in my true form, and that was several birthdays ago. So I want to make this special.”
Two of her tails began stroking me as she put her lips to mine, kissing me passionately. As an Ancestor, she was intoxicating in a way that even Alma Elma couldn’t match. She was equivalent to Eden in that regard. Once she began touching me, all I wanted was her. It was the main reason I didn’t do this with her often. Alice had given me a hall pass, but with Tamamo there was risk of me forgetting that Alice was my wife. Alice would tolerate physical infidelity, sometimes she even encouraged it, but she would not tolerate my heart being stolen by another.
“I see that you’re good and hard again,” Tamamo purred. “I don’t want to wait any longer. I’m going to give you a taste of the pussy that conquered whole kingdoms.”
She climbed onto my lap and rubbed her crotch against my exposed penis. The fur that covered her pussy was even softer and fluffier than the fur on her tails. She could have made me come easily just from a minute of that rubbing. But she wanted me inside her. Without even needing to use her hand, she simply shifted a little and I slid right inside. But only the head was in. Tamamo wanted me to feel her slowly.
This was indeed the pussy that had conquered kingdoms. Legend had it that monarchs had been willing to do anything to get another taste once they’d experienced it. In her evil days, Tamamo would exact a very high price for the privilege of a second go. Kings would wage wars for her or give up their kingdoms. Succubus vaginas were well known as the most lethal, making almost any man orgasm as soon as he entered it. Tamamo’s pussy wasn’t that kind. She could make love to a man with it for hours without any threat of critical ecstasy until she decided she was ready to make him come. If she was hungry or wanted to reward him, she’d do it all over again. Of course, making a man come over and over was out of the question. Under kitsune law, if a fox girl made you come three times in a day, you became her husband.
As she pushed me deeper inside of her, the change of texture made me nearly forget my own name. The entrance was soft and furry. Once I got past the fur, I was tightly held by the softest labia I had ever felt. I was drowning in the pleasure, and I had only penetrated two inches.
Pushing past her labia, I entered her love tunnel, which was a whole new dimension of pleasure. Like her tongue, she was just a bit rough inside. Those rough but slick walls hugging every inch of my penis was the kind of feeling that I would have gladly given up my power, my money, my very life to experience. As she moved slowly up and down, the rough walls of her vagina rubbing me all over, I wanted the pleasure to go on forever. I had an immortality ring, and Tamamo was actually immortal. Why did this ever have to stop? Seeing my face, Tamamo looked incredibly happy. She must have wanted to give me pleasure like this for a long time. She had done it only once before, twice if you counted her counterpart raping me.
She began rotating her hips, causing her rough walls to create an entirely new motion, which meant new sensations. The base of my penis, usually not a big pleasure center for me, was nevertheless enjoying the feeling of her fur and soft labia. Her face was pressed against mine, her breath filling my nostrils. I noticed that there was an animal quality to her breath, which shouldn’t have been surprising given that she was the ancestor of all monster girls based on mammals. Her breath smelled like a mild coffee.
I had no idea how much time passed. She was in no hurry, although occasionally she would change things up with brief flurries of quick thrusts downward, or gentle squeezes with her vaginal muscles. It could have been hours. Being a powerful monster, she was never at risk of tiring. With the help of her earth power, she could lift herself up and down with ease for as long as she desired. I briefly wondered why she didn’t use that unnatural strength to squeeze me harder, like Granberia did with her naturally powerful muscles. As if sensing my thought, which was quite possible given Granberia’s revelation to me that she could read thoughts that I broadcast loudly enough, I felt her rough walls constrict around me powerfully. At the same time, Tamamo decided to move faster. She smiled happily as my seed exploded deep inside her.
“That’s one,” she whispered in my ear. “One more to go. I wish I could make you come a dozen times. We’re both going to live a very long time. Maybe someday….”
Her voice trailed off as she resumed the slow lovemaking. I completely missed the significance of what she had just said to me, so lost was I in her smells, her fur, that lovely red hair that I liked to run my fingers through ever since she regained her true form. She liked it much better than people pulling on her tails, so she had always indulged me. Sometimes she even invited me to touch her hair if she thought it would relieve my stress. I reached for her hair, wanting to feel it. She smiled as I put my hands in it, glad that I was enjoying the entirety of her.
I came a second time, after who knows how long. I bet Tamamo knew exactly how long. She was always in control. She rotated her hips while I came to give me a somewhat different orgasm from the first, her walls rubbing more softly around me. When I finished coming, she resumed her slow, thrusting pace. Her breathing quickened. She was about to orgasm. I wasn’t worried. Even though I’d already come twice, I knew she wouldn’t make me come again so quickly, thus creating an extremely awkward situation. She just wanted to finish.
I didn’t have to wait long, her walls constricting around me as the waves of pleasure shot through her. I was always happy when my partner got more pleasure from me than just the joy of consuming my semen. I knew that was often all that monsters wanted from me, even Alice, but it made me feel more desired when they sought sexual pleasure from me as well. I was very happy at that moment. We must have been screwing for hours.
Tamamo wasn’t stopping. If anything, she began to quicken her pace. “Tamamo,” I said weakly. “That was twice.”
“I know,” she whispered. “It’s okay.”
It took me at least another few minutes for my brain to fire off warning signals that things were definitely not okay, that Tamamo was about to do something that she couldn’t take back.
“Tamamo, you have to stop,” I pleaded. Without using my power, I was too weak to stop her myself.
“Shut up,” she said gently, covering my mouth with her own in a long kiss as she squeezed me with her vaginal muscles hard, trying to coax a third orgasm out of me.
“Tamamo,” I said, turning my face aside to end the kiss. “Alice won’t like this. She trusts us.”
That stopped her.The look of realization on her face as she fully grasped what she had almost done was evidence that I had shocked her back into reality. She rose, her vagina releasing me with an unexpected pop which almost surprised both of us with a third orgasm. I desperately held it back. She sat on the floor, still in shock.
“I almost…” she stammered. “Oh Luka! I’m so sorry! I almost forced you to be my husband! I just got so lost in the passion!”
“What got into you, Tamamo?” I asked. “I love and trust you so much! I would never have expected that from you!”
“Luka, I love you!” was her tearful reply, as she sat pathetically on the floor, weeping.
“I love you too, Tamamo,” I said, wishing I wasn’t so weak. I wanted to go to her and hold her, but I couldn’t even rise from the couch.
“No, you idiot!” Tamamo cried. “I love you! I’ve been in love with you for years now!”
“Tamamo… I don’t know what to say.”
“There’s nothing you can say!” she cried. “It’s my fault. I was happy to have you as a friend at first. I even thought of you as someone I could marry if you hadn’t been in love with Alice. That I could grow to love someone as sweet as you. I guess being around you so much, I fell in love with you anyway. Your immortality ring got me thinking about future possibilities. I didn’t dare speak it out loud, but I began thinking about what would happen when Alice was gone. That maybe you and I….”
I had no idea what to say. I doubted that anything could make her feel better. Someone else being in love with me wasn’t new. Granberia had professed her love before Alice had. But she insisted that she received all that she wanted from our relationship despite the fact I was married to another. Given Granberia’s unique lifestyle, I found that quite believable. But Tamamo… although we enjoyed each other’s company, we didn’t DO much together. I could think of no way that she could be satisfied.
“I just rationalized that monsters are allowed to have more than one spouse,” Tamamo sobbed. “you could be married to me and also married to Alice. I knew Alice would be livid, but I figured that maybe we’d just keep it our little secret.”
“Tamamo, you know that wouldn’t work.”
“I know!” she cried. “I know! I started thinking crazy thoughts. I think your being paralyzed sent me over the edge. Caring for you while you were so helpless intensified my feelings for you. I’m so sorry, Luka, I don’t know what I’m going to do now.”
“Do nothing,” I said gently. “Is there really a difference between loving someone and being in love with them? Nothing has to change between us.”
“I know,” she said, drying her tears. “But there is a difference. It’s hard to describe, but it feels different to me. I’ll get over it. I really do like our relationship. And I’d really love to start doing more things with you like Granberia and Alma Elma do. I only haven’t because like Alice I have so many responsibilities. I just can’t have sex with you like that anymore. I can pleasure you with my tails or my mouth, but if I make love to you like that again I might not be able to stop.”
She rose from the ground and scooped me up in her arms. “Let me take you back to your room,” she said somberly. “Otherwise you’ll sleep here and get a crick in your neck. We really should get a better couch.”
As she carried me back to my room in her slight yet powerful arms, I had to address the elephant in the room.
“Tamamo, are you going to tell Alice about this?”
“I have to,” she said. “I betrayed her trust and yours. I’m sure she’ll forgive me, but you might not see me for awhile. She’ll probably want me to get out of her sight, go back to Yamatai for a few months.”
“Then don’t leave me tonight,” I pleaded. “If I’m going to have to miss you for that long, why don’t you hold me tonight? I know you sleep long, and I’m probably going to sleep for a long time myself.”
“You really want that?” Tamamo said, as she kicked open the door to my room. She carefully deposited me onto the bed. “Did you miss the comfort of my tails that much?”
“It’s the best way to sleep,” I replied.
“Then I’ll cuddle you tonight. It’s not so late. We were only at it for an hour.”
“It’s that early?” I asked, shocked. I’d been sure she had been making love to me all night.
“Are you kidding?!” Tamamo responded playfully. “I always go to bed early! I wasn’t about to spend all night doing it with you and miss my beauty sleep!”
She climbed into the bed next to me. All nine of her tails wrapped me up securely and comfortably.
“Thank you, Luka,” she said softly as I began to drift off into dreamland. “I guess there was something that you could say after all. I feel much better now. I hope I see you again soon. But just in case, if Alice tries to serve you a suspicious-looking soup, don’t eat it!”
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