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Luka's Story 2: Ancestors	By : Ditmag Category: +M through R > Monster Girl Quest Views: 1445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I was nervous yet excited about the idea of magic lessons. At first, we’d assumed that my strange power was probably just raw force, to be held in or let out, often with great destructive force. But once I’d learned to control it a little, the power appeared to be quite versatile. Possibly limited only by my imagination. And of course the “mana”, to explain it in gaming terms. The only thing that kept me from being basically a god, aside from lack of control, was that I ran out of the “stuff” pretty quickly. It regenerated, but I was never sure how quickly. In the last year I’d barely used it at all, except to mimic monster sexual magic so that I could cover up the fact that I was a vastly inferior lover compared to Alice.
I wasn’t sure why Alice considered it so important that I keep up my combat skills and now magic skills as well. The world was a much safer place. Ilias was gone, Eden seemed to have no interest in bothering anyone, which left Alice and I as easily the two most powerful beings in this world. I had learned not to argue with Alice, though, and realized that things can happen. Promestein was still out there, hanging around my world, supposedly within the bounds of its laws, but she could change her mind and decide to make trouble again at any time. Then there were the threats you didn’t anticipate, the ones you couldn’t predict.
I must confess, I don’t like adventures. An adventure is a series of events in which you are pretty sure you’re going to die, but since you didn’t, in hindsight it can seem like a grand time. Maybe for other people. For me it was just a memory of constant fear, worry, and near death experiences, tempered only by the fact that it got me my true love and changed the world for the better. It also raised my self esteem quite a bit, since I had come to a world where I was actually somebody important.
I liked the idea of getting complacent. I wanted to get fat and happy and just enjoy spending the rest of my life with Alice, with good friends in the castle, and maybe someday doting over children. What I wanted was my old life of just playing video games, putting in an honest day’s work, spending time with great people, and doing a lot of sleeping. While still being a somebody. I had the perfect life and I didn’t want it to ever end. But nothing in this world or any other world comes for free. If I wanted to ensure that I’d get to keep that life I probably needed to not grow complacent. I needed to be ready to defend it. Learning better control of my power was probably the best way to do that.
The question to be answered was who my instructors would be. Like Tamamo, I had a pretty fair guess as to who my combat instructor would be. Those knowledgeable in the lore of this world can probably make a pretty good guess as well. It was just too easy and convenient, since the person in question was bonded to me and could be called at a moment’s notice. Although with the teleportation network the fairies had set up as a wartime measure, pretty much anyone could do the job conveniently. In that one respect, this world was far more advanced than my home world. We would never need airports or trains or even cars. As long as you were near a hub you could instantly get to another hub. One of the hubs of course was right inside the castle.
As I entered the training room I’d been instructed by Alice to go to, I thought about how huge the castle was. I still didn’t know my way around completely. This training room was one of several. Supposedly in this particular training room, there were safety devices in place to prevent things like fires or dark magic from getting out of control and damaging other parts of the castle. Alice herself had learned magic here, first from her mother and later from Tamamo, although there had been others whom she had not mentioned specifically, here and there.
One of those “others” entered the room shortly after I did. She was not at all what I expected. Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect. Many monster races had an affinity for magic to varying degrees, so it could have been any kind of monster. But the only monster of this species, or more accurately, subspecies, I’d ever seen, was my own wife.
Yes, this particular woman was an echidna. She was older, middle aged by the looks of her. Alice had told me that echidnas lived about 200 years, so this woman must be a century old or so. Age had not diminished her beauty in the slightest. If anything it enhanced it. I noticed her “tattoo” patterns. They were very similar to Alice’s. I knew that most of that pattern was natural, not ink, but a birthmark, although ink was applied in spots to make it look better. Was the similarity in patterns a sign that she was a relative of Alice’s? She also had Alice’s silver hair. I was surprised that it had never occurred to me to ever ask about Alice’s living relatives. She never asked about mine and I hadn’t volunteered. They were almost all dead, except for a few cousins. I guess I’d just assumed she was similarly alone.
I strode forward to shake the woman’s hand. She looked down at it uncomprehendingly. Ah, how foolish of me! She must not be too familiar with human traditions! Echidnas were notoriously provincial, rarely interacting with humans except to find mates. I pulled the hand back sheepishly.
“Hello,” I said.”I’m Luka. You must be my magic teacher.”
Without introduction or warning, her eyes flashed. I felt my brain go zap and lost consciousness for a split second. When I returned to consciousness, she was standing there looking at me quizzically with her head turned to the side.
“You really shouldn’t do that,” I said calmly. I wasn’t quick to anger, and I wasn’t truly angry, but that was really uncomfortable and it had been about a year since someone had done that to me.
“Alice spoke truly. You are different. No human should be able to resist eye magic,” she said matter of factly
“Good day to you, too,” I said a little sarcastically. “Are you my magic instructor?”
“I am,” she replied. “My name is Gabriella. I must apologize. I was warned that you are not like other humans. I am not like other monsters. I have rarely even seen humans, much less associated with them. However, I specialize in unusual students, which is why I was chosen by the Monster Lord. A human who is not even of this world is indeed a most unusual student.”
“So you used eye magic on me so that you could see for yourself?”
“Indeed,” she confirmed. “I had not been told it would make you uncomfortable. I’d just assumed you were immune. Again, I apologize.”
“By any chance are you related to Alice?” I asked.
“I am indeed. I am the sister of Alipheese the Fourteenth, her grandmother.”
“Oh, wow, so you’re her aunt!” I said, pleased to finally meet a family member.
“Indeed,” she said, pleased. “She had warned me you were slow, but perhaps you are not a complete idiot. That is good. Magic is not for fools to wield.”
“You must be really powerful,” I noted.
“Sadly, no,” she said. “I am cursed with what all good teachers are cursed with: I can instruct better than I can perform.”
“Those who can’t do, teach,” I said, smiling.
“Yes,” she confirmed. “I know more about magic than almost any being in this world, but there are natural limitations in power that cannot be overcome unless one is lucky enough to be gifted, as your wife is. As you are, in your own unusual way. Not that I am weak in magic. Just weak by the standards of our family. I attempted to compensate by working and studying harder than anyone else. But being a powerful magician was not my fate. Rather, teaching those with the gift to wield powerful spells has been my role.”
“Was Alice one of your students?”
“Indeed. Although that kitsune insisted on doing the bulk of her instruction after her mother died. I haven’t been entirely cut off from my niece, but Tamamo had… concerns due to my attitude towards humans.”
“Oh? You don’t like humans?”
“I have to confess I do not,” she admitted. “Although I have never been one to actively hate them. I just have no use for them other than the obvious. Even there, I have never in my life partaken of a human. I only subsist off the semen others bring to me. Tamamo desired that Alice be exposed to more pro-human teachers. Which meant mostly kitsunes. I fear my niece has become more kitsune than lamia in many ways.”
I sincerely doubted that, but as I said earlier, I’m bad at arguments so had mostly learned to refrain from them. I wonder if Gabriella had ever had the guts to say something like that directly to Alice. I imagined that would be fighting words to her.
“Enough with the introductions,” she said abruptly. “This session is meant to be short and simple. Show me what you can do.”
It wasn’t much. I made my hand glow. I changed the color of my hair. I even showed her a few experiments I’d done in my spare time, like trying to make a very ugly hologram of Superman with my hand, and trying to levitate myself. I’d actually gotten really good at holding myself a foot off the ground, but any higher and I always fell for some reason I couldn’t understand. Supposedly the magic could do whatever I wanted, and yet I just couldn’t do some things no matter how hard I tried.
“That is all quite pathetic,” she said when I was finished. “I’ve heard you wield incredible power. Show me that power.”
“Um… it’s awfully destructive,” I said cautiously. “I don’t want to damage the room.”
“This room is quite safe from your power, at least if you hold it to within the limits of what a Monster Lord could wield. I understand that you have much more power than that, but I don’t need to see world ending power. Just enough to show me that you aren’t a waste of time.”
She conjured an angry looking archangel. A hologram? A dummy? It looked solid but it wasn’t moving. Did she want me to blast it?
“Go on, hit it with a good amount of force,” she prodded. “It’s not real.”
The one good thing about using my power this way was that it was easy. Once I could feel my power, it was more a matter of releasing it than pushing it out. It required no effort on my part, no imagination. I released a little bit of it in a thin beam meant only to hit the dummy. The results were spectacular. It exploded, sand flying everywhere. A sandbag in the shape of an archangel?
Gabriella stared at the cloud of dust and sand as it settled to the floor. “Well then,” she said, putting her hands together. “That was quite something. Now, clean it up. You’ve gotten dust and dirt everywhere.”
I cast about for a broom and a dustpan, but obviously none were present. “What are you looking around for? Use your magic!” she ordered.
“I’m sorry, how would I do that?” I asked.
“What I did was a simple conjuration,” she explained. “None of that sand is truly real. If you touch it, it feels like real sand, if it gets in your eyes it will burn. But since matter can never be truly created out of nothing, it can only exist temporarily before nature corrects the violation of its most basic laws. Soon, the sand will disappear on its own. However, because it is conjured matter, there are few things easier than to dispel it. It takes only the tiniest bit of concentration even for a novice. Go on, concentrate and make the sand disappear.”
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the sand being gone while I grabbed onto a tiny strand of my power. “What are you closing your eyes for?! You can’t close your eyes in combat! What would you do if I did this?”
An arrow appeared out of thin air and shot towards me, stopping an inch in front of my face. She explained, “I’m guessing you are trying to envision something in your mind before you do it. That’s a child’s way of performing magic. The thought must be the action. I’ve heard you have tremendous reflexes. Your magic should work the same way. When you want something to happen, it should simply happen because you wanted it to.”
The arrow disappeared without even a poof. I tried looking at the sand, now fully settled on the ground, and willing it to go away. Instead I just kicked it up a little.
“I can see now why I was chosen for this task,” she sighed. “However, I am confident we can make a great wizard out of you. The raw power is there. You simply need to be educated in the science of magic. I will assign you books in the library to study. Starting with conjuration. But first, we’re going to get that dust cleaned up.”
The rest of the session was spent laboriously trying to make things disappear that she conjured. By the time the session was over, I had expended half of my power accomplishing very little. Since it was only my first lesson, I decided not to be too discouraged.

I worked only a half day the next day. I was only going to have combat lessons that day, in part because Gabriella snarkily observed that if I was as bad at combat as I was at magic I’d be in no condition to learn afterwards. I wasn’t sure if that was a reference to the combat itself or what was likely to happen afterwards if I lost. It occurred to me that Alice giving me permission to get… er.. played with by the victor might not necessarily be a good thing. Well, it was a new world. I could say no if I wanted to. I’d cross that bridge when I got to it.
Before combat training, I decided to begin the reading assignments I’d been given. As the Monster Lord’s husband, I had unlimited access to the library. I was an avid reader, so the library was familiar to me, but I’d never been particularly interested in magic theory. I was more into the history of this world. I was proud to say that after a year spent in the castle I knew a lot of things even Alice didn’t know, or that Tamamo had forgotten. One of the more fascinating subjects to me was the Great Monster Wars. Although humans had known of them, detail had been lacking. Among humans, it was just a great war in which the forces of light, led by the goddess Ilias, had defeated the forces of darkness, led by the first Monster Lord. The monsters, however, had details of great battles, of the personalities of the war, mostly on the monster side. I was pleasantly surprised at how much respect was shown towards the Seraphs in the monster histories. They were respected enemies, all three of them. Apparently they had fought with much more honor than their master. It always amazed me how Ilias had created such beings from her own essence, and yet their morals seemed to be better. Was she so lonely that she used only the best part of herself to create these beings? Is that why the ugly side of her personality stayed within her? Had doing that made her worse over time? Of course, I remembered that there had been twisted and evil angels as well. In fact, most of the archangels had been pretty awful. So maybe Ilias had been very deliberate about which parts of her she used to create her underlings.
Ah, but I was distracting myself with subjects that interested me. I loved stories. Technical manuals on the other hand…. I recognized the necessity, being a tech guy myself, but I never did enjoy reading them. The books on conjuration were even more technical than trying to learn an operating system or a programming language. I feared I would never understand any of it well. Alice had warned me a long time ago that magic was for intellectuals, and we had both thought that I wasn’t that type. It turned out that I was, however, at least a little bit. Still, these books just seemed so challenging, akin to vector calculus. Was conjuration supposed to be the simplest magic? If so, this was going to be really tough.
I left the library just before dark for combat training. This involved finding yet another training room that I was unfamiliar with. I really did need to learn how to navigate this castle, I thought. Been here a year and still can’t find my way around. As a result, I was a few minutes late. Cindy and Nanabi were already there. Given the surprise of who my magic instructor had been, I almost expected the unexpected for my combat instructor. But no, this time it was exactly who I expected.
“Still don’t know how to find your away around, eh, Luka?” Salamander greeted me, smirking. “Knowing where things are is essential to teleporting and I imagine you’re going to want to be able to do that yourself sometime.”
I hadn’t even thought of doing that, to be honest. Alice kept telling me that nothing was beyond my capabilities, and yet I had always thought that was a figurative statement, like a parent encouraging a child. If you just work hard, you can be anything you want to be! I already was what I wanted to be.
“Hi, Luka!” Cindy said brightly. “Ready to work up a sweat?”
“Hoo boy,” Salamander sighed. “Soooo… I’ve never taught a class before. I’ve generally only tutored a single pupil. Each of you are very different in your strengths and weaknesses. But one thing all three of you have in common is that you are all gifted and yet not very polished when it comes to the combat arts. I’m going to break you of your bad habits and teach you better ones. This first class is only an orientation, though. I want to see what you can do so that I can have a good laugh. I need two of you to spar. Who wants to start?”
“I want to spar with Luka!” Cindy piped up enthusiastically. And predictably. As if anyone didn’t see that coming.
“I’ve been inside Luka and witnessed his greatest battles,” Salamander replied. “I already know what he’s good at and where he could use improvement. You, on the other hand, I’ve seen only once, and frankly that fight was an embarrassment for both of you. If I see a repeat of that farce I’m quitting. Now you, kitsune, I’ve never seen you, but with seven tails you must be a pretty big deal. So how about you and the crab girl face off first? Victor faces Luka.”
If Cindy was disappointed, she didn’t show it. She really did love combat and this was a completely new opponent for her. I doubted that kitsunes got the chance to fight sea creatures much. They weren’t big fans of water, so there was little opportunity for them to meet. In theory, Nanabi was far more powerful than Cindy. A crab girl shouldn’t even be in the same league as a seven tailed fox. But she had beaten me due to particular strengths of hers that maximized my vulnerabilities. The same might be true here. In addition, one thing that made Nanabi more powerful was her command of magic. Cindy’s was very limited, possibly nonexistent, although I’d been told some crab girls knew simple eye magic. But no magic would be used in this contest.
Nanabi struck the first blow, however, a tail connecting solidly across Cindy’s face, causing her to stumble. Cindy tried to advance on Nanabi, but two more tails swung at her, attempting to keep the physically stronger crab at a distance. Cindy fended the tails off. One advantage of eight arms is that it’s very easy to cover up. Nanabi had to get through a defense almost as formidable as her own.
Cindy feinted a charge at the fox girl, which caused Nanabi to deploy four tails to hold her at bay. Cindy had suckered her. The charge was never her intent. Instead, she caught three of the four tails in her arms and began pulling Nanabi towards her. She was indeed physically stronger once anchored. Her arms themselves and upper body weren’t all that powerful, but her legs and center of gravity made her a nearly immoveable object, and Nanabi was far from an irresistible force.
Nanabi was pulled inexorably towards the crab girl, who I guessed was probably going to deploy her most fearsome weapons, her two giant claws, to restrain Nanabi and then… what? Make her submit? Wash her? Nanabi was far from defeated, however. Like most powerful foxes, she had some knowledge of how to use the earth element. She powered up a punch and delivered it to Cindy’s gut. Cindy released Nanabi’s tails and staggered back. For the benefit of the reader, using elements is not technically magic, so it was allowed.
“Bringing her close to her vulnerable body like that?” I hadn’t noticed Salamander standing next to me. “With you, she took advantage of the near invulnerability of her shell. Against the fox girl, she just invited that punch to the gut. Foolish.”
Nanabi wasn’t going to give Cindy a chance to recover, pounding her human portion again and again with her tails. Cindy had covered up with her eight arms and was preventing any of the tails from hitting her solidly, but she had lost the initiative. Or so it seemed.
“Uh oh,” Salamander said quietly. “You can see this coming a mile away.”
I wasn’t sure what she was talking about. Cindy, still covered up, bent her back legs and to my shock sprang into the air. She must have gotten about eight feet off of the ground as she sprang forward. Nanabi frantically tried to back up, flailing wildly now with all seven tails. She clearly didn’t have the ability to deploy all seven at once with any kind of coordination. All of them impacted uselessly against Cindy’s shell. Cindy landed on Nanabi and the fox girl went down in a heap, Cindy now pinning her.
As had happened with me on two occasions, Nanabi’s arms were pinned within seconds by Cindy’s huge claws. The tails continued to pound away at Cindy, but could only reach her shell, which caused Cindy to jostle a bit but the battle was all but over. Nanabi summoned as much earth power as she could muster, using her legs to try to kick Cindy off of her. Cindy’s shell bucked, but she was not dislodged. Cindy began to sing and blow bubbles. Uh oh. Should Salamander stop this?
Salamander seemed to have the same idea. “I don’t see any way you can get out of this predicament without using magic, Nanabi. You should probably give up now or else you’re going to get very wet.”
“Time for a cleaning!” Cindy said joyously.
“Wet? No! “ Nanabi shouted. “I give up! You win!”
“You have to stop now, Cindy, remember the rules,” Salamander ordered. “No more cleanings without the subject’s consent.”
“But she’s not a human, she’s a monster!” Cindy protested. “I’m the victor! It’s my right!”
“The rules apply to everyone, Cindy,” I said. “There are plenty of people who want to be washed by you. You don’t need to wash Nanabi.”
“She’s stinky, though!”
“I do not stink, you freak!” Nanabi protested. “I lick myself thoroughly clean every day! Let me go!”
Cindy reluctantly released Nanabi and backed away. “Oh well, I get to face my best friend Luka now! At least I get something as the winner!”
I had really been hoping, no, expecting, that Nanabi would be my opponent. I tried to look on the bright side. I could say no to the washing, and Cindy’s fighting style was actually less violent than Nanabi’s. I probably didn’t need a pounding from her tails while trying to learn things. Cindy just sought to pin her opponent. If she got me in that predicament, I’d just give up and she would get the satisfaction of going 3-0 against the hero who had defeated every single Heavenly Knight in one on one combat. Quite the bragging rights. I resolved that I was going to end that streak, however. I needed this. Maybe it was destiny. Maybe today I got this monkey off my back. And maybe today Charlie Brown would actually get to kick the football.
Salamander handed me a training sword. I could not hope to challenge a crab girl unarmed. There was no way to take her down and almost no way to get an effective submission hold on her. The rules would be that I had to strike her human portion only once, and if Salamander judged the hit to be critical, I would be declared the winner. Glancing blows would not count, although I imagined they’d be painful to Cindy. Training swords weren’t sharp, but they were still metal and heavy and no fun to be hit with. I’d been bludgeoned with them on an almost daily basis by Granberia, probably out of pique since I wouldn’t let her use her great sword in our sparring sessions.
I cautiously faced off with Cindy. She smiled. “Battle number three,” she said. “The undefeated, unstoppable crab girl faces off against her great nemesis, the hero Luka. Will her winning streak continue? Place your bets!”
I guess she’d been watching TV during her stays at the castle. Cute. I tried a feint myself. She grabbed at me with two of her arms and missed. I realized that I hadn’t even planned a strategy. Should I try to get around her again, as I’d attempted in our second battle? Cindy interrupted my thoughts by charging forward. She was very fast in short bursts, as Nanabi had found out to her sorrow. I barely evaded her charge, attempting a slash with my sword that grazed one of her outstretched arms. “Ouch!” she said, and shook the affected arm.
I then did something very bold and very stupid. I leaped onto her shell from the side, hoping to get my arms around her human portion and perhaps make her submit with the sword to her throat. I succeeded in getting onto her shell. She was so dumbfounded by my ridiculous gambit that she failed to react. I even got one arm around her and prepared to bring my sword arm up to her neck. That was the plan, anyway. The reality was that I ended up slammed onto the ground as she picked me up and threw me down. In a second, she was on top of me, her arms restraining me, my sword no longer even in my hand. I was comforted by the fact that I could actually get her off me if this had been a real fight. I now controlled my magic. One small blast would send her flying off me. But this was a training session. No magic was allowed. I had lost under the terms of this contest. 0-3. Sigh.
“I win!” she squealed with delight. “Time to clean!”
“Cindy!” Salamander yelled. “Are you forgetting the rules again?”
“Oh,” she said dejectedly. “Luka, may I clean you?”
I wanted to say no, but I was due for a bath and maybe I just needed to lay back and enjoy it this time. Maybe it would help me psychologically. I had actually grown to like Cindy. She was a sweetheart, if overly enthusiastic. And I guessed that I should have been grateful that she never sought to kill me or enslave me, content to clean me, feed off me a little, and let me go. Alice had given me permission, after all. I thought about it for a few moments. I could almost see the bubbles forming in her mouth, ready to go at a moment’s notice if I said yes.
“I don’t think I’m ready for that, Cindy,” I said. “Maybe next time.”
“Oh,” she said, clearly disappointed. “If you say yes, I’ll give you a bloooow job afterwards.”
“Well if you’re going to be doing all that, I want to be a part of this too,” Nanabi spoke up.
“Oooh, you can dry him with your tails!” Cindy volunteered. “I’m really good at washing and rinsing, but I’ve never been able to dry anyone. I have to let the sun do that. But we’re inside now!”
“Well, if you two really want to… What the heck!” I said.
“I’m going to go now,” Salamander said. “You three have fun. Next session won’t be so easy. You all suck. Utterly unacceptable! Rank amateurs! You have your gifts, but you have no idea how to properly use any of them.”
“But I won, twice!” Cindy protested.
“Against stupid opponents! Two days from now I’m going to show you how weak you actually are! You’ll be the first to learn some humility!”
I was used to being called pathetic, despite my accomplishments. Nanabi, however, was clearly mortified. Cindy looked like she might cry. Salamander left the room and there was an uncomfortable silence among the three of us.
Cindy’s mood recovered quickly, however. “Oh well, so that happened. Time to clean!”
Cindy began to blow bubbles at an incredible rate. Sure enough, she must have been saving them up. Meanwhile, her other hands were removing my clothes. I tensed. This had been a traumatic experience the first time, pleasant and at the same time frightening last week. I calmed myself, She meant me no harm. She even knew what I liked. This should be fun, if I just let myself relax.
If anything, she was getting more efficient at the cleaning portion. I only orgasmed one time through her special course, and then only because she insisted on doing that one special technique with four hands that I really loved. It was a spectacular one, however. I shot so high that Nanabi looked up to see exactly how high it went. A bemused smile crept across the fox’s face.She was clearly impressed.
“Okay, time to rinse!” Cindy sang. “But wait, I forgot! We don’t have water!”
Nanabi took care of that, conjuring a small cloud above us that poured light rain onto us. Cindy joyfully rinsed my body off. She really did love this, and I wasn’t sure why. She would occasionally lick some semen off her that got on her own body, but all the semen that got on me she simply washed off. Most monsters greedily licked up whatever they could get to. Were all crab girls like this or was she just obsessive about cleaning to the point where she neglected eating?
I was proud that I managed not to orgasm again during the rinsing. Every time I orgasmed she had to start over. I was always improving my control in that respect and I was quite proud of it. To the point where Alice tended to get annoyed if she was more in feeding mode than lovemaking mode. All that did was motivate Alice to get even better, as if that was possible. She could still make me give her three loads in three minutes when she really put her mind to it.
“Time to dry! Your turn, stinky!”
“My name is Nanabi, you…. You… crustacean,” the kitsune responded.
Cindy backed off of me. Nanabi ordered me to stand up. All seven of her tails proceeded to dry me off. So soft, I sighed in pleasure. Supposedly this drying was all business, although she seemed to linger on my erogenous zones, which almost caused me to ejaculate again. It was heavenly. No matter where her tails touched me it felt amazing.
“You’re all clean now!” Cindy sang. “Time for your reward!”
“I have an idea,” Nanabi said, wrapping me in her tails again and putting me in front of Cindy’s face. Cindy eagerly put my dick in her mouth and began slurping. As monsters went, she was unremarkable at this particular way of pleasuring a man. Probably few men if any had ever gotten this far with her given that most men passed out in the middle of her cleaning sessions. Nevertheless, there’s no such thing as a bad blowjob and her monster magic enhanced things nicely. I was moaning in pleasure in short order, all with Nanabi’s wonderful tails wrapped around me holding me in place.
After a couple of minutes of that, Nanabi yanked me out of Cindy’s mouth. “Hey! I wasn’t done with that!”
Nanabi grinned evilly. “We each get two minutes at a time. Winner gets the semen. My turn.”
She brought me to her own mouth and began sucking lightly. Her technique was much less enthusiastic than Cindy’s but more assured. She knew exactly what she was doing and had the physical assets to make it amazing. Her tongue was pleasantly rough and her mouth somewhat larger than Cindy’s, enabling her to love more of me and allowing her wonderful tongue more room to play.
Two minutes later I was assaulted by Cindy’s mouth again. She was determined to win this contest as well. Competitive sort, I thought. She almost succeeded. I felt an orgasm rising, Cindy eagerly going even faster to finish me off. But her time expired, and Nanabi pulled me away, much to her disappointment.
“I guess the victory is going to be mine,” Nanabi said smugly, and brought me inside her mouth for the finish, which came thirty seconds later. Cindy grumpily folded her arms as she watched me buck and make strange sounds.
“Mmmmm, so good,” Nanabi said, making sure to look at Cindy as she played with my seed in her mouth.
“I know!” Cindy countered. “Was that your first time? I’ve already had the pleasure three times!”
Nanabi put me down. “Well worth waiting for,” she said, smiling at me. “And you, you little OCD freak, you’re in for a pounding next time.”
“Promises, promises.”
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