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Luka's Story-Paradox	By : Ditmag Category: +M through R > Monster Girl Quest Views: 2709 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I headed to the kitchen to begin preparations for the night’s dinner. Since the party still consisted of meat eaters, I decided to go with fish. Lime was a big fan of fish and had always loved my tilapia(or so I'd heard). I’d seen a box of tilapia filets in the magic storage room. It contained enough filets that I could prepare the same meal three more times at our current party size.
Entering the storage room, I found that someone was already present, rummaging around, shoving things in her mouth after sniffing them. I immediately recognized the distinctive tail. A rat girl. I did not recall having picked up a rat girl on this journey, but knew that rats were sneaky, and thus she could have already been present without Alice’s knowledge. I reconsidered that opinion after getting a whiff of the rat’s aroma. Nope, I thought, making a face. Alice will know she’s been here for days after she leaves this kitchen. Heck, I might know she’s been here. Rats also had hyper senses. How did the rat girl not know I was here? Was she that engrossed in stealing food that she failed to notice my entrance?
“Excuse me,” I said as calmly as I could, not wanting to frighten her and provoke aggression
“Go ‘way!” she replied, not even looking up. Okay, so she did know I was here. She just didn’t care. She must have mistook me for a mere human, barely worth worrying about.
“Do you know where you are?” I asked.
“I know where I am,” she said gruffly, grabbing some grapes and shoving them into her mouth. “Do you know where you are, stupid?”
“I was invited. Were you? How did you get in here, anyway?”
“Found the castle on the ground. Pushed the button. Now go ‘way!”
“I’m here to cook,” I said evenly. “The people who are supposed to be in this castle need to eat dinner tonight.”
“Oh, you’re a slave,” the rat girl said, realization dawning on her. “Don’t mind me. I won’t hurt you. Just wanna eat. Then I’ll go hide. Big castle. Lots of hiding places.”
The rat girl grabbed some cheese. That was a problem. It was the only cheese of that type in the storage room. I had plans for that cheese. I reached out and grabbed it from her. She held on tightly.
“Leggo!” she ordered. “I’ll bite you!”
She showed her jagged teeth. Note to self: do NOT let this monster girl blow me! I’d seen monster girls with fearsome teeth, monster girls with no teeth, and of course the majority, who had lovely pearly whites. I’d never seen yellow, slimy, dirty teeth like those before. Still, I didn’t let go of the cheese.
“Tell you what,” I offered. “I’ll make you something special with this cheese if you stop just grabbing food.”
“Something special?” she asked, interested but suspicious. “I like special things. But no tricks! I said I wouldn’t hurt you, but if I catch you tryin’ to poison me….”
“You can watch, of course,” I said. “But stay still! No more food stealing, okay?”
“While you make me the special, no more stealing,” she agreed.
As I turned my back, I saw her reach for another grape and shove it in her mouth. I smiled. She was cute in her way. She looked like she’d clean up quite well. I hadn’t encountered many rat girls, but I’d seen enough to have at least some familiarity with them. They mainly thrived in urban areas, and as urban areas grew, their numbers grew. Later on in my life, rat girls had been partially integrated into society, although they had remained a permanent underclass, fit only for menial jobs. They also had a hard time competing for mates, since they were one of the few monster girl races who were generally unpleasant to look at(and smell), although most of that was their bad hygiene, not anything endemic to the species. This particular rat girl had quite an impressive body, lovely eyes, and hair down past her butt, along with a rat girl’s most adorable feature, her ears. For guys into ears(and yes, they exist), only fox girls rivaled rat girls in that department. Well, I guess there were bunny girls, too. What this rat girl needed to be decent were clean clothes, a good bath(preferably from a crab girl I once knew), and extensive dental work.
I cut some slices of bread and buttered them, then sliced some cheese and placed it on the bread. I then placed the sandwich on the grill, which was also magical and activated as soon as something that wasn’t currently alive was placed on it. The butter sizzled upon contact with the grill. I was making one of my personal favorites: grilled cheese.
“Why you burn good cheese!?” the rat girl asked, alarmed.
“This is called grilled cheese. I’m not burning it, I’m melting it between these slices of bread. You’ll love it. Takes only a couple of minutes. What’s your name, by the way?”
“Name’s Ratty,” she replied, still staring suspiciously, probably fearing that I was purposely destroying the cheese just so that she couldn’t have it. She reached for another grape when she thought I wasn’t looking.
“Well, Ratty,” I said, scooping the perfectly golden brown sandwich onto a plate. “Wait a moment for it to cool enough, then dig in.”
Ratty attempted to snatch it out of the plate immediately, so I yanked it back. “No,” I cautioned. “Have you never eaten hot food before? You’ll burn your fingers and then your mouth.”
“Is it ready now?” Ratty asked impatiently, not two seconds later.
“Not yet, Ratty. Just a few minutes.”
Ratty waited a few minutes, clearly agitated that I was looking at her and thus she couldn’t steal anymore grapes.
“Hurry up, ‘fore I eat you!” she threatened.
“Rat girls don’t eat humans, Ratty.”
“I’ll eat your semen then! With my mouth! Bite your dick, too!”
“It’s almost ready, Ratty. And it’s not nice to threaten to violate people.”
“Who ‘r you? Why aren’t you afraid of me? Are you someone’s lover? You must be someone’s lover. Lover protects you, huh? Guess I can’t bite your dick then.”
“My name is Luka. And here’s your grilled cheese sandwich.”
She snatched it from the plate, sniffed it quickly, then took a small bite. Being used to Alice, I’d expected her to shove the whole thing in her mouth, but I’d forgotten that rats preferred to nibble. In the wild, rats nibbled so that the small bites would allow them to detect poison before ingesting too much of it.
Ratty’s face lit up and she began taking faster and faster nibbles, chewing and swallowing quickly. She may not have taken big bites like Alice did(Alice had been known to disengage her jaw to take in larger bites of food), but she got the job done almost as quickly. Within two minutes, the sandwich was gone.
“Melted cheese is so much better than cold cheese!” Ratty said happily. “Why you so nice to me?”
“I’ve been told I’m a nice guy. Why don’t you stay for dinner? This is the Monster Lord’s castle. You’re a monster. I’m sure you’re welcome here. I’m making fish for dinner.”
“Fish? I like fish.”
“Good,” I said. “Go ahead and have a seat in the dining room. It will only take me thirty minutes to prep and cook the fish. Others will start arriving soon, so you won’t be lonely.”
“Wanna thank you!” she said, pawing me clumsily.
“It’s okay, no need. You liked the food. To a chef that’s thanks enough.”
“Wanna thank you! No one’s ever nice to me! Blow you! Won’t bite! Promise!”
Now monsters supposedly don’t carry disease, either sexually transmitted or otherwise. One of the reasons for their long lives has been that their bodies are uniquely resistant to infectious diseases. So while in theory letting her use that dirty mouth on me was safe, if a little gross, I decided not to push my luck. Not to mention those teeth!
“No thank you,” I said. “besides, you think I have a lover, right? If I’m claimed, then you can’t have sex with me.”
“She doesn’t have to know!” Ratty insisted. “I know my face ain’t so pretty, but I got a good body, right? Wanna take my ass?”
Ratty bent over and raised her tail, hiking up her skirt to show what actually was quite a tempting butt. The smell made me decide it wasn’t that tempting after all. If her mouth hadn’t been cleaned in awhile, what must that butt be like?
“Really, it’s okay, Ratty,” I insisted. “Go in the dining room. I have to make dinner.”
“Wanna thank you!!!!” she yelled. “I owe you!”
Hoo boy, I thought. This had long been a problem for me in the monster world, and one reason that Alice had needed to become more tolerant of other monsters touching me than was normal for her race. Lamias were notoriously jealous monsters, so much so that they had been known to keep their mates wrapped in their tail for their entire lives to prevent them from straying. Alice had started out that way when she had first developed feelings for me. But once I had actually married her, things changed. We went the first year with me only being with Alice. Due to her jealousy, she forbade me to ever be alone with Alma Elma, and always supervised my sparring sessions with Granberia, especially if we were wrestling. Granberia would occasionally get grabby during these sessions, which would result in Alice ordering us out of the pool, so to speak.
But over the course of that first year, Alice ran into a problem few monsters have to worry about. As the Monster Lord, she couldn’t just keep me wrapped in her tail, or lock me in a tower. We were trying to positively change the world, to promote coexistence between monsters and humans. That meant that I was sent on diplomatic missions, as well as humanitarian missions(monstertarian missions?) such as helping to clean up the slimes’ springs. Not to mention all the ways I’d already helped monsters even before marrying Alice. This built up a pretty substantial gratitude debt. Now when humans have gratitude, they say ‘thank you’, or bake you a cake, or wait until you need a favor. I received a lot of gifts from humans over the years, from free theater tickets, to generous donations of gold for further humanitarian projects, to symbolic honors, like medals and keys to the city. Monsters don’t roll that way, however. Monsters, like the Lannisters, always pay their debts. Both debts of gratitude, and debts of vengeance. I’d had some success in the past at getting monsters to forego their debts of vengeance. I’d never had much success at getting them to forego debts of gratitude. And monsters, at least when it came to humans, only desired one way to return the favor. Sex. It was understandable, of course. Monster sex is so good that almost any man would consider it fair recompense for any favor. But some men were not in a position to accept the offer, which monsters HATED, because it meant they had to come up with other ways to repay the debt. It almost seemed to cause them mental illness. Thus, Alice had reluctantly become tolerant of monsters paying back her husband with their bodies for all of the things I’d done for them. It didn’t have to be immediate, thank goodness. A simple promise from the Monster Lord that on one of my birthdays several years ahead, I would come to their town to receive gratitude, was enough to satisfy them.
“I accept your offer, Ratty,” I said graciously, my long experience paying off. “But as the only human male in this castle, I have a duty to feed the monsters here, and I’m afraid I’m booked for a few weeks. Do you want me to pencil you in for a month from now?”
It was a sincere offer. If Ratty was going to stay in the castle, I would feed her. After she got cleaned up, of course. Hopefully I encountered a crab girl by then.
“Wanna reward you now!” Ratty insisted. “Don’t know how long I’ll be here!”
“Ratty, are you even in heat?” I asked. “Do you actually need to do this now?”
“Well…. No,” she admitted. Then she began to sob. “But no one’s ever nice to me. Not monsters, definitely not humans.”
“Well if you want a friend, I’d be happy to be your friend,” I said. “Among humans, friendship means that you don’t have to pay each other back for debts. We don’t keep score. We just do nice things for each other because we’re friends.”
Ratty seemed to think that one over. Rats weren’t known to be rocket scientists, but their intelligence was highly underrated. They were very clever and had outstanding reasoning skills. It was simply complex, abstract subjects that tended to stump them, which is why they’d had trouble advancing up the social ladder.
“I like the idea of being your friend,” she said happily, then hugged me. “Best friends!”
“I’m happy to be your friend, too, Ratty. Now if you’ll wait in the dining room, I’d like to get started-“
“Wanna make you cum!”
“I thought we’d settled this,” I said, becoming exasperated.
“Not gonna make you cum because you made me a sandwich. Gonna make you cum because you’re my friend!”
Friends with benefits, was it? I surrendered.
“Okay, would you use your hand, then?” I asked.
“Handjob!” Ratty said happily, undoing my pants.
Ratty directed me to a table, which I laid on. Word of advice when letting monsters reward you. Don’t ever take it standing up. You will fall. A handjob, you can probably last until you ejaculate. A blowjob, you’re hitting the ground in the first minute. So please, for your own safety, sit or lay down.
Ratty straddled me on the table and placed both of her hands on my penis, lightly stroking. Her hands were pleasantly soft and surprisingly not filthy. I guessed that even she washed her hands before shoving food in her mouth. Now some monsters are skilled, and can take men to places of ecstasy they never even imagined in their wildest, wettest dreams. Others are not, but still get the job done because monsters have magic that makes everything feel good. Her hand technique, however, was surprisingly skilled. Good, I thought. This won’t take long.
She apparently didn’t want it to take long either, as she hocked and worked up a giant loogie which she spit directly onto my dick, using her hands to lubricate me. I decided to not think about it other than to appreciate how it felt. Her thick, slimy spit, spread all over my shaft with her skilled hands, brought me to the edge quickly. Moving both of her hands together, up and down, she gave me a magnificent orgasm, catching some of my semen in her mouth as it flew up in the air, while the rest rained down on me.
Bending forward, Ratty licked the semen off of my chest and dick. Great, I thought. Now her mouth’s been on me. Ratty remained on top of me, looking at me affectionately. Reaching back for my penis, she shoved it into her extremely wet vagina.
“Hey, we didn’t agree to that!” I objected.
“On top of you now,” Ratty replied. “You’re critical, can’t resist me. Don’t worry, not gonna hurt you. Just wanna make you feel even better. Handjob fun for me, boring for you.”
It had been anything but boring, but she was right about my inability to resist. Without using my power, I had no way of stopping her, so simply decided to surrender to the sensations. I would need a good shower after this, but Ratty felt wonderful down there. She did all the moving, lewd sounds echoing throughout the storage room as she moved her hips, thrusting me in and out. When she sensed that I was about to come, she slammed her hips down, making sure every inch of me was inside her. I clutched her fiercely as I came, marveling at how soft she felt all over. Yes, cleaned up this girl definitely had potential. I’d have to assign the imps to that job.
“You’re still hard,” Ratty said affectionately. “But if I make you come again, no dinner. You go to sleep.”
Still, she held me inside her without moving. I caressed her hair. To my surprise, it was reasonably clean. It felt nice. I complimented her on it.
“Thank you,” Ratty said. “I know I’m dirty, but I try to keep my hair nice. I’m really proud of it. You can touch it anytime. I like the way you touch it.”
She rested her head on my chest as I continued to caress her hair. I had to admit that I liked Ratty. I hoped that she would stay awhile.

I managed to stagger to the shower while Ratty waited in the dining room, which the imps and Alice had already begun to file into. Alice was surprised to find a rat girl in her dining room, and then annoyed that the rat girl had made her dinner late. A refreshing shower got me cleaned up and partially rejuvenated, at least enough to cook. Like I said, I recover from critical ecstasy a lot faster than I used to. The mandragora’s paralysis had simply made it worse. A very dangerous monster indeed, even for someone as powerful as me! I was glad that I’d made her aware of how wrong it was to assault and keep humans.
After that delay, dinner went quite well. Lime loved the fish so much that she asked for almost as many helpings as Alice. The others were all pleased as well. Alice graciously invited Ratty to stay, giving her the ‘all monsters are welcome’ speech, and instructing her not to be greedy about the castle’s lone male. Everyone else had to eat as well, and there was only so much Luka to go around. Sonya didn’t appreciate me being referred to as dinner one bit, and Ilias continued to be simply disgusted. Which may have been why Alice had decided to discuss the eating of Luka at the table.

I knocked on the door. It was late, and I was dog tired, but this conversation had to happen. After what we’d seen in that alternate universe, it could not be put off any longer.
“Come in,” Ilias’ voice said from behind the door.
I stepped into the room. Ilias was sitting on her bed, looking at me as if she was a child about to receive a scolding. Don’t you ever hatch a plan to destroy the world ever again, young lady! But as always, Ilias would remain unaccountable. As a truly immortal being without even a soul to punish in the afterlife, she was beyond judgment. Just as my reconciliation with Ilias had been on my own world, this was about prevention, not moral condemnation.
“So what brings you to my room, Luka?” she asked innocently, her halo glowing extra bright. “Did you need to gaze at my pure, wholesome loveliness so that you could have good dreams tonight? Would you like to touch my pure body?”
“You’re in a child’s body, Ilias,” I said. “You know humans aren’t supposed to do that.”
“Can’t blame a girl for trying to distract you,” the goddess shrugged. “So, what is it?”
“We need to talk about what we saw today.”
“It was horrible, wasn’t it?” Ilias said, surprisingly seeming sincere, at least to my naïve ears. “All that death. The whole place reeked of death, even before we reached the village.”
“Ilias, what was that job you said you wanted me to do?”
Ilias fell silent, unwilling to answer. Finally, after a long pause where I simply continued to stare her down, she sighed.
“I’m sure you already know, just like you know everything else,” she said with resignation.
“I don’t actually know everything,” I insisted. “While it’s true that an Ilias on one world is the same as an Ilias on any world in most ways, there are always subtle changes that make a person different. I was once on a world where you and Alipheese could interact, and as a result there was never a Great Monster War, and humans and monsters had always coexisted.”
“Really? Wow, that’s interesting. How was it possible for dark and holy magic to interact? That would normally risk chaos. Oh well, different universe, different physics, I guess.”
“Probably. I’m not a scientist, so I don’t know. I wasn’t there long anyway. My point is that I need to know how you’re different from the Ilias I know. I need to know if I should be even more wary of you than I was of her.”
“You speak of how small changes can change how people behave,” Ilias observed. “Well, my thirty year absence to find my world threatened changes everything. It’s true that I had plans that may have resulted in what you saw on that alternate world happening here. But that was Plan Z! My Plan A was far more benign!”
“Your Plan A was for me to kill Alice, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” Ilias said. “She’s the Monster Lord and the source of all the suffering humans face. Or at least, that was true thirty years ago, when her mother was in charge. Monsters freely preyed on humans. She did nothing but desire a peace that would allow monsters to prey on them even more, except that they would stop fighting back. I felt that by raising up a hero who could kill the Monster Lord when she didn’t have a successor lined up, I could end the conflict properly. The Fateburn line would have been ended.”
“So you weren’t going to take me to heaven once I killed Alice, to keep me from going around the world preaching peace?”
Ilias sighed. “I don’t know why we’re even talking about this. You already know what was going to happen.”
I wasn’t sure what else to say. Even hundreds of years later, Ilias had never truly reformed. I’d had to take her power away. She had developed a liking for me personally, which was nice, but her narcissism and sociopathic nature had never really changed. Probably the biggest factor in rendering her harmless, next to me taking most of her power away, had been using my own power to allow dark and holy energies to mix, so that Ilias and Alipheese could interact, thus easing the loneliness the two had long felt. Despite millennia of hatred for one another, it had been as if they’d discovered each other for the first time once they could do something as simple as join hands. Of course, eventually they decided to team up to do bad things to me, but I’d defeated them then as well. After that, they’d caused no further trouble.
The Ilias that sat on the bed in this room was just like every other Ilias. A selfish, capricious, vengeful being. She couldn’t be killed, at least not in any permanent sense. Taking her off world would lead to an acceleration of this world’s decay. I’d learned about that when I’d exiled the Dark God to Earth. Ilias and Alipheese were an integral part of their universes. They had to exist. The only way to keep Ilias from causing harm would be to leave her in her sealed form. But I remembered the words of the white rabbit, as well as my own experience. Her power would be needed.
“Luka?” Ilias asked softly. “If you know all this about me, why haven’t you killed me?”
“You can’t be killed, Ilias,” I answered, although we both knew that wasn’t it. Ranael I could kill because I knew nothing about her other than that she was a psychotic, genocidal murderer. Ilias I knew personally. I had seen that there was a spark of goodness in her, however dim. I’d never been able to let that go.
“I could be eliminated for your lifetime, and the lifetime of hundreds of generations of your descendants,” Ilias countered. “In my current form, you could end me as easily as wrapping your hands around my neck.”
“The world needs its goddess. I don’t want you to die. I want you to be better.”
“Was your Ilias better? It seems that you had a close relationship with her. You mentioned that you depowered her?”
“Yes, once she had lost a lot of her power, she became much more… tolerable. Eden made a point of having the two of us get together frequently, to discuss grievances, become more familiar, maybe grow to like each other. It worked fairly well, actually. As a matter of fact, the last thing I remembered before ending up here was Ilias reviving my soul to get information about something that could help save the world from a dire threat of some sort. I was dead, so I’m glad Ilias was stepping up to deal with that threat.”
“Zurith,” Ilias breathed. “I haven’t thought about her in a long time.”
“Who?”
“Don’t worry about it. She’s secure in her hell dimension. Wait, you said you were dead?”
“Yes, Ilias intercepted my soul and kept it so that she could continue to have me around.”
“That sounds like something I would do if I actually loved a human,” Ilias mused. “Now it makes sense why she showed you her true form. You were probably an honorable opponent and she chose to reconcile with you rather than keep fighting you. Despite the fact that you won’t do what I ask and kill the Monster Lord, I have to admit that I respect you.”
“So what does that mean for your plans B through Z?”
“Again, you speak of small changes that make things so different. The Great Disaster changes everything. I can’t let my universe die. It’s the only way my life ends, and I like being immortal. For better or worse, the Monster Lord and I are allies. All those plans, they are cancelled, I promise you. Promestein and Black Alice won’t like it, which will make them want to eliminate me even more, so that they can pursue their own twisted version of my vision. We may have to stop them. Do you know who those two are?”
“I do,” I confirmed. “I fought them and defeated them on my world. Promestein actually was like you, she became a much better person after her defeat.”
“I’m not surprised,” Ilias said. “She was always emotionally damaged. Someone like you, probably treating her like an actual person…. You probably ruined her.”
I laughed, until I realized Ilias was serious. Sigh.
“I want to be able to trust you, Ilias,” I said. “At some point, I promise you, we’re getting you back to your full power. I need to know that I won’t have to fight you when this is all over. I believe I can trust you until this crisis is solved. It’s afterwards that worries me.”
“Luka, I owe you a debt. A few days ago, I thought you were just a naïve young man playing the role of hero. Knowing that you have been around, and that you know who I really am…. And yet you placed yourself between me and danger anyway. I know you say the world needs me, but I sense you had other reasons for protecting me. I can’t pretend that doesn’t have an effect on me. If you had chosen to step aside when Ranael came at me…. It would have been a most horrible fate. Would I even have been revived had I been killed on that alternate universe? I give you my word, Luka, when this is all over, I’ll try to do things your way. I know you don’t approve of monsters raping and eating humans. Maybe we can.. work together to make this a better world. If the Monster Lord sees it that way as well….”
“Thank you, Ilias,” I said, reaching for her hand. “I do trust you. I knew your counterpart for a long time. I wonder if she sent me here not just to save this world, but also to maybe save you from making the same mistakes she did?”
“if she gives a shit about another Ilias from another dimension, then she’s not even close to the same person I am,” Ilias chuckled. “Don’t assume she was the one behind this, although it’s clear that she knows about it. If she did send you here, she did so because whatever is happening here doesn’t just affect this universe.”
“You mean it might be threatening mine as well? Even Earth?”
“What’s Earth? You mean like, the ground? The earth element?”
“I’ll explain later. It’s what I call another dimension I’ve lived on.”
“Well, if alternate dimensions are so close that simple doors can be created to move between them, whatever’s going on could very well span multiple universes. We might not just be fighting to save this world. We might be fighting to save all worlds.”
As tired as I was, I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to sleep after hearing that.

I knocked on Alice’s door. “Luka?” she called hopefully. I opened the door. Alice smiled at me. Yes, it was definitely nice to skip ahead to this stage.
Alice invited me into her bed. I got in and crawled under the covers. “Tired?” she asked. “Did that dirty rat take liberties with you?”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t just that. The day, the cooking, everything else…I feel like I could sleep for days.”
“The good thing about the Pocket Castle is that you can sleep in and we’ll still make progress. I’m sure there’s nothing between here and Happiness Village that can threaten us. So if you need to sleep in, do so.”
“I’m not sure I’m ready for you guys to go out without supervision,” I chuckled.
“Too tired to feed your favorite girl?” Alice asked seductively.
“Since all I have to do is lay here, I guess I’m never too tired for that.”
“The advantages of being with a monster,” she laughed. “Human women want men to make love to them. We monsters just want you to hold still so we can drain you.”
Her tail had slipped under my boxers and was toying around with my groin. I mentally restored her to her adult form.
“It seems like we repeated history in the Sutherland,” she purred. “So how did the second time go? Did I use my tail?”
“I guess you always had it all planned out. Yes, you did. Different place, though. You did it on a beach.”
“Outdoors? Interesting. Why a beach?”
“I’d been defeated by a monster, you gave me a hard time about it, so hard in fact that I started to cry.”
Her tail stopped playing with me. “Made you cry?” she asked. “I guess I can be that harsh sometimes. Plus you would have been in critical ecstasy. What sea monster beat you? Leviathan?”
“No, just a crab girl,” I said. “I was weak at the time. I thought I was hot stuff, but I’d been proven wrong that day on the beach. Fortunately, the crab girl in question was sweet.”
“I wonder if she’s here. Maybe she’ll terrorize you again.”
“I’m almost certain that she will,” I laughed. “It’s funny, I was afraid of her for years after that, even though we were friendly. If she surprised me, I’d jump. Took me forever to relax around her, even though she never meant me any harm.”
“So did my tail bring you comfort after your humiliating defeat?”
“It did. Especially the ending. The mouth on the end of your tail gives the most intense orgasms.”
“Does it now?” Alice chuckled, her tail resuming its gentle play. “It’s designed as a weapon, actually, not for pleasure. It has draining properties like a succubus’ tail. I can control how much it drains. If I used that on you, I wonder if I ever used my second mouth on you too?”
I stiffened. Alice noticed immediately and stopped again.
“I…. I guess I must have,” she said. “And I’m also guessing that you didn’t like it.”
“Someday I’ll tell you about it,” I said. “But you don’t have to stop.”
“Sounds like a story,” Alice said. “I’m guessing I won’t like it.”
“Then let’s stick to the happier one. Like how that amazing tail of yours wrapped around me and stroked, and then your tail mouth clamped down and gave me the best orgasm of my life up to that point.”
“That sounds like a request,” Alice chuckled, as her tail wound around my dick and began to stroke and squeeze gently.
I sighed as I enjoyed what she was doing. Her tail had always felt unique, a little slimy with exquisite ridges to add to the stimulation. With that tail alone she could make me come, but she found the tail a bit distasteful and avoided eating semen off of it. Her tail mouth, on the other hand, could get semen directly to her stomach. In addition, it caused her a great deal of pleasure, nearly orgasmic in itself, as the semen moved through her up to her second stomach. As unique as each of her methods of bringing me to orgasm were for me, each method of consuming my semen was different for her. The tail felt the best. Using her mouth tasted the best, and there was nothing Alice enjoyed more than tasty things, which meant that her mouth was her most common way of feeding. Using her vagina was the most pleasurable throughout the entire process for her. That in no way meant she didn’t have still other methods. She had a flower that also needed to feed, and did so once a month. She could even use her hair, although she disliked having me ejaculate into it. The hair tended to be strictly for foreplay, to give me a new stimulation. And those breasts….
Just the thought of all the ways Alice had pleasured me over the decades of our time together was enough to bring me back to the edge, even though I’d been drained twice already by Ratty. I felt Alice’s tail mouth hurriedly clamp onto the top half of my penis as I began to orgasm, the intensity off the charts, yet ultra pleasurable as it always was with monster stimulation. Even as I was finished, however, her tail mouth stayed affixed, sucking even harder, pushing down even further, trying to get more. As I came a second time into her tail mouth, I watched her face, seeing the euphoria it caused her. I hadn’t known it the first time she did it on that beach, but that would have been her first time using her tail. This time I got to witness her first time and appreciate how it made her feel. As she sighed in satisfaction and her tail withdrew from me, I passed out.
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