Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

Luka's Story-Paradox	By : Ditmag Category: +M through R > Monster Girl Quest Views: 2709 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Monster Girl Quest Paradox is the intellectual property of Tortorro Restistance. I make no money from this.

Chapter List
- 78
- 79
- 80
The town of Esta was as peaceful and creepy as I remembered it. Everyone seemed happy, but it had a Stepford quality about it, as if people were brainwashed, or actually the machines they seemed to be. I had to admit that on first impressions, Monster World definitely beat Angel World. Freedom was better than domination, even if that freedom was the freedom to be a deer in a forest full of wolves.
I didn’t get much time to gawk, as Raphael appeared before me within minutes. Villagers prostrated themselves in front of her, overwhelmed by her holiness. I talked a little in the first book about the sheer pressure that these beings seemed to generate in the air. It was something they really had to make an effort to not give off. Raphaela, like most angels, seemed to revel in that power. She was not about to turn it off. I was used to it, but the villagers probably didn’t see Archangels very often.
Angels come in many shapes and sizes and forms, but Raphaela was unusual. She had long, almost monster like ears, short hair that nevertheless completely obscured her eyes, and two small wings that hung from her elbows and looked as if they’d come right off if I so much as pulled on them a little. Like most archangels, she was beautiful, but not in the typical angelic way. Her breasts were oversized, even compared to the buxom Eden, and her beauty seemed more gothic than the classic Barbie look that most angels, especially Ilias, preferred.
“Welcome, Child of Judgment!” Raphaela said warmly. “I will be your guide. Simply tell me where you wish to go, and I shall transport you there.”
“Well, Esta is in Noah,” I said. “So how about taking me to Grand Noah? I never did see Grand Noah on Monster world.”
“If I may, Child of Judg-“
“Luka,” I corrected her. “Please call me Luka.”
“Luka, if I may,” Raphaela said. “Grand Noah is not a good place to begin your journey. It is a land of sinners.”
“Oh? I would think there were no sinners on this world.”
“Alas, not all have chosen to follow the Way. Ilias stays her wrath for the sake of the righteous, but it is our job as her Archangels to keep the sinners separate from the pious. If you truly wish to consort with the wicked, at least see how the faithful live.”
“Isn’t this how the faithful live?” I asked, gesturing around at the small village of Esta.
“The people of Esta have yet to be judged. When the time comes, each citizen of Esta will be relocated to the province where they will most be happy. The most faithful will go to San Ilia, to engage in worship of the Goddess, in joy and happiness, all the rest of their days. The righteous who are not so praise-oriented will go to Ilias Continent, which is a land of plenty. The sinners will be distributed to other regions, depending on the grieviousness of their sins.”
“So you… forcibly relocate people, separating families?” I asked.
“Sometimes, but this is rare,” Raphaela replied. “Families tend to share the same values, and we do allow them to stay together if they wish to stay with their least worthy family member. We encourage it, in fact. If they can bring that family member to the light, then all can go to a better province.”
“Uh huh,” I said dubiously. This was looking pretty totalitarian to me. “All right then, let’s start with the good news. Take me to Ilias Continent, where all the nice people live.”
“As you wish, Child of… Luka.”
With a wave of her hands, we were warped instantly to Ilias Village. I never could get over how it always seemed to be the same no matter where I went, at least outwardly. I guess small towns change reluctantly, if at all. Looking around, there did seem to be a great deal of unrestrained joy among the villagers, and it didn’t seem forced as it had in Esta. Were the people of Esta acting as they did because they feared getting sent to a bad place? That would explain how tightly wound they seemed. But the people of Ilias Village seemed happy and relaxed.
“May I talk to the villagers?” I asked.
“Of course!” Raphaela answered. “Don’t worry about me. I have made it so that only you can see me.”
She must have tamped down her overwhelming presence as well, because the villagers didn’t seem to notice that an Archangel was in their midst. Kids played as if they didn’t have a care in the world. I decided to watch for a bit.
“Nice day, isn’t it?” a woman said to me.
“Isn’t it usually a nice day in Ilias Village?” I asked in response.
“Usually, yes,” she replied. “We had some rain the past few days, but it’s been warm and sunny today and Micaela tells us it will be warm and sunny for the next week or so.”
“Micaela? Is that your weather forecaster or are you talking about the Seraph Micaela?”
“I’m talking about the Archangel Micaela, of course! She’s so down to earth for one as powerful as she is. If you haven’t met her yet, you’ll love her! If you’re here, you’re obviously one of the chosen. She likes to meet every chosen personally.”
“Are any of those your kids?” I asked.
“The dark haired girl, Makayla,” she replied.
“You named her after the Archangel?”
“Yes, but no one may have a holy name, not even the righteous. So I spelled it differently. There are quite a few Makaylas here.”
I looked around and noticed that something was missing. It was hard to put my finger on it, but something didn’t seem quite right. It wasn’t the people. Their contentment and joy seemed genuine. Everyone was relaxing or playing or just chatting. It was a far cry from Esta, where everyone was working hard. That was it! No one was farming! As a matter of fact, there were no fields at all.
“How come no one is growing food?” I asked.
“Ilias provides for all of our needs,” the woman said. “We don’t have to work. All our days are spent in worship, play, and pursuing our various hobbies. There’s going to be a soccer game tonight. Would you like to join my family? We always try to help the new residents adjust. Even for the righteous it can sometimes be difficult to grasp with the fact that their troubles and worries are over. You’ll never have to worry about where your next meal comes from, or fear the criminal element. Micaela even keeps the harsh weather away.”
“Heaven on Earth,” I mumbled.
“Yes, exactly! Heaven on Earth.”
“Is Iliasburg like this too?”
“More or less,” the woman confirmed. “It’s a big city so it’s a little less personal, but some people enjoy that kind of life. But they also are provided with everything, and don’t have to labor. Ilias gives everyone what they need. Some people in Iliasburg want a little more, so they work a little to try to make more so that they can have more. Ilias hasn’t abolished money or anything. But here in the village, we don’t use money. We only barter.”
“Interesting. Well thank you, for speaking with me, and enjoy your day.”
“Every day is enjoyable in Ilias’ light, stranger,” she said happily. “I hope you’ll settle here in Ilias Village. You seem like a nice guy.”
Wasn’t everyone nice here? I shrugged and looked around some more. It was the same story everywhere. Some people did work. The diners were filled with people enjoying conversation and free food. Angels worked in the diners, but the work wasn’t difficult. Since it wasn’t a profit making business, they could overstaff it so that no angel had to rush or be stressed. I decided to sit in a booth and order something. A few minutes later, a pretty blonde angel in a waitress outfit came to my table.
“Welcome to Heavenly Diner!” she said in an Earth southern accent. “What can I get ya?!”
“First you can tell me where that lovely accent comes from!” I asked, laughing genially.
“Oh, the way I talk? I merged with my other self from another world. Some place called Texas.”
“You’re from Earth!” I said, astonished. “How are things over there?”
“I can’t really tell ya, that was a long time ago. Last I remember, President Reagan had just been elected! I was pretty excited. Imagine, an actor in the White House! But I died soon after and then found out that my counterpart was an angel! Can you imagine! So I’ve been runnin’ and flyin’ around in this body ever since. I love it! I don’t age or nuthin’. I miss bein’ able to taste food, though. But at least these tits’ll never sag.”
“So how do I pay for food here?” I asked.
“Oh, it all comes from the grand Poobah Goddess herself, so you don’t gotta pay nuthin’!”
“But how do the humans who work here get rewarded for their labor?” I asked.
“More food,” she shrugged. “Plus they get to spend all day working with cute perty little angels!”
“I guess that’s a pretty good incentive!” I chuckled. “All right, I’ll have…. How about just some chicken breast and broccoli?”
“Comin’ right up, sweetie pie!” the angel said cheerily and sauntered off.
I turned to see Raphaela sitting across from me.
“Oh, did you want anything?” I asked.
“I do not need nor desire food,” Raphaela replied.
“Oh yeah, you have your full divinity. That was interesting. So on some worlds, counterparts can exist that are human or angel? I wonder if that means there are monster counterparts.”
“We do not know. But her humanity is why we have her working here. She is a bit…. Earthy in her humor. A diner seemed an appropriate place for her.”
“I wonder if that’s what causes Eden’s varying accents,” I mumbled to myself.
“So what do you think of Ilias Village?” Raphaela asked.
“It’s nice, I admit. People are happy here. Where does the food actually come from?”
“Ilias provides,” she said simply.
“Yeah, that’s what the people are told, but I know that you know better. So where does the food come from?”
“Those who are less worthy do all the labor. I will show you. Be patient.”
“Okay, as long as you don’t restrict where I go. The monsters were very open with me, let me see their world, warts and all. I didn’t always liked what I saw, but their openness impressed me.”
“We have nothing to hide, either. You will see whatever you want to see.”
“Well, you’re the guide, so where too next?”
“Unless you wish to go to Grand Noah first, I wish to show you my city. San Ilia.”
“Your city?” I asked. “If you’ve got a city to manage, why are you guiding me?”
“San Ilia needs no management. It is a city of the pious. Every voice is lifted in prayer to Ilias at all times.”
“That doesn’t sound very fun,” I said.
I was intentionally trying to provoke Raphaela, but she was too serene for me.
“Granted, worship is not something that every human can do, day in and day out,” she admitted. “But for those who are that devoted to Ilias, it is the highest of honors. And it is not as if they do not enjoy luxury. Ilias rewards all her faithful.”
“She must really trust you, to put you in charge of her holiest city, as well as me.”
“All of us are equally trusted,” Raphaela responded. “We simply have different strengths. I am the purest angel, so I have been assigned to watch over the purest city. I have never touched a man.”
“Ah, so a REAL angel.”
“Well, while I am proud of my purity,” Raphaela said, seeming to blush a little. “Ilias and the other angels see fit to reward and punish males for their actions. This is just and righteous. It is judgment, for sinner and faithful alike. It is simply not necessary for me to engage in such activities in San Ilia. All of the people are pure as well. They lack carnal desires.”
“And Ilias Village?”
“You see the children, do you not? How do you think they came to be?”
“This is Angel World,” I kidded. “I assumed the stork brought them.”
“A stork? What does a stork have to do with sexual intercourse?”
“Never mind. Okay, so I guess you could say that Ilias Village is where the normal faithful live. Here and Iliasburg and I assume the other towns on this continent, whereas San Ilia is where the most religious people live.”
“I wouldn’t choose to put it that way,” Raphaela replied. “But it is reasonably accurate. These people are pure of heart but not necessarily pure of body. They are pleasureseekers, but their pleasures are good clean fun, with sex only within the boundaries of holy matrimony. The people of San Ilia are celibate. If they choose to marry, they are relocated to this continent.”
“Ah, okay.”
My food came. I felt a little awkward eating in front of Raphaela when she had nothing. I guess I was used to Ilias gorging herself, chewing and slurping loudly, spitting food at me as she talked with her mouth full. I couldn’t even find it gross, given the things everyone was already doing to me in the castle. I’d exchanged far more questionable fluids with monsters than mere saliva.
Another person slid in next to us. I nearly fell out of the booth in surprise.
“Micaela! Oh wow! It’s so great to see you!”
“And good to see you as well, Child of Judgment,” Micaela said graciously. Raphaela whispered something in her ear. “Oh, I’m sorry, it is good to see you as well, Luka.”
“So you run a pretty nice place here,” I said.
“This is the land of the righteous, so it’s an easy job. Since my primary job is leading the Archangels, Ilias doesn’t want me to be too busy.”
“Micaela is the oldest Archangel,” Raphaela said. “She passes her wisdom on to the rest of us.”
“I’m not surprised,” I said. “So Micaela, I don’t know if you know this, but your counterpart is probably the person I trust the most in the world. So why don’t you make your case to me? Why should I join with you? And why am I even making this choice? All Raphaela and Saja told me was that I had to choose.”
“Make my case?” Micaela asked, anger flashing in her eyes. “I am not trying to sell you an old stove! I’m asking you to join with the good against the evil!”
“That was… not the answer I expected,” I said mildly.
“Micaela, please….” Raphaela pleaded. “He hasn’t been taught the Word of Ilias. He has consorted with monsters.”
“Which makes him suspect, to say the least!” Micaela exploded. No one in the diner paid us any mind. I wondered if they thought I was talking to myself.
“Micaela, this is Ilias’ will! Whats more, it is prophecy!” Raphaela said.
“Yes, yes, of course,” Micaela said, sighing. “Normally I would sever this man’s head from his body for his sins. But he is the Child of Judgment. He is beyond even my judgment.”
Okay then, I thought. I remembered hearing from Tamamo that Micaela used to be pretty hardcore. Maybe I couldn’t trust this version of Micaela after all.
“Perhaps we should go to San Ilia!” Raphaela said quickly, trying to salvage the situation.
“Yes, how about we go there?” I agreed. “Micaela, it’s been wonderful to meet you.”
Micaela glared at me in response. Hoo boy.

San Ilia was exactly what I expected. The same great cathedral as I’d seen in Monster World, with the Ilias statues in their proper place as opposed to the obscene sculptures Minagi had favored. There was a crowd in the main square just as on Monster World, but their intentions were much…. Purer, to say the least. Too pure for my liking, in fact. But they seemed pretty happy. There’s a lot to be said for the simple, pious life. It’s just not for me. I like to think I’m more of a balanced guy. I like doing things for others, and I like my simple pleasures. I was never one for worship, though, even when I’d lived on Earth. I’d never really believed in God, and meeting beings that called themselves deities did nothing to increase my desire to worship anyone.
But I respected those who did, so I spent a good three hours in the square with Raphaela, standing when everyone was supposed to stand, kneeling when everyone kneeled, and saying “amen” when everyone said amen.
“I, it feels so good to engage in our daily rituals!” Raphaela said happily. “I love my people! Every day, ninety percent of them turn out for the daily prayers. They take joy in thanking the Goddess for everything she has given them. Thank you for showing proper respect, Luka. I know that you have been traveling with that very strange Ilias. But if you meet ours you will be overcome with awe, I’m sure.”
I doubted that, having met a fully powered Ilias before, but I didn’t want to be rude to Raphaela. She was a very nice and pleasant guide, eager to show me the sights. Saja had been polite and formal, but it was clear she wanted to be doing other things. While I wouldn’t call Raphaela warm, she at least seemed eager to share her world with me, as well as her love of Ilias.
“So, Grand Noah?” I asked.
“Grand Noah we will do tomorrow,” Raphaela replied. “I’d like you to see the regions in descending order of faithfulness from here on. Besides, Grand Noah’s tournament is tomorrow. Would you like to participate?”
We began walking down a path through some thin forest. We weren’t going to walk to Safina, of course, but when people are just chatting, they sometimes take a stroll. Even if they can teleport or fly.
“A tournament? Um…. I don’t know. Will anyone good be In it? There’s no monsters here, so I’m not really sure who I’d fight that could compete with me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Raphaela said, actually beginning to look a little excited, a pretty smile forming on her partially obscured face. “The winner gets to take on Uriela.”
“Uriela? Who’s that?”
“Uriela is the Archangel who governs the Noah region. You see, the Noah region, as I’ve mentioned, is a land of sinners. They are not yet considered irredeemable, and the tournament is a chance for them to be redeemed.”
“Combat redeems them? How does that work?”
“It’s not the combat itself,” Raphaela explained. “But the test that the winner undergoes. You see, any warrior who can defeat Uriela will be granted any wish within her power. The wish that she would most like to grant is transfer to the Safina region to work in the fields. From there, a sinner can repent and change their ways, eventually leading them to Ilias Continent or San Ilia.”
“And has anyone ever chosen that?”
“No one has ever chosen anything,” Raphaela answered, grimacing. “No one has yet lasted five seconds against Uriela. Most choose to not even fight her. They settle for the gold that is awarded to the champion.”
“So how is that a test If no one ever gets to take it? I assume that the test is the wish, not the fight?”
“You are correct,” Raphaela confirmed. “Most men of Noah don’t seek righteousness, they seek power, or to fulfill their carnal desires. Uriela believes, as do I, that if anyone should defeat her, they would either wish to replace her as governor of Noah, or ask her to…. Do things to them.”
“And an Archangel doing things to a man is probably the greatest pleasure they’ll ever experience if it’s done as a reward,” I concluded.
“Exactly. While Uriela is not sexually proficient, her great power alone would bring any man to tears, the pleasure would be so great.”
“Would it be held against the man if he chose that?”
“Not at all,” Raphaela said. “Ilias was once a vengeful goddess, quick to anger. She has mellowed in recent centuries. She has found that men’s deeds tend to punish themselves. We only intervene to mete out punishment now if a human’s own actions aren’t likely to lead to self-punishment. A good example is excessive carnal relations. Such sin carries with it its own punishments: disease, unwanted pregnancy, jealousy that often leads to murder, heartbreak, among other things. Rather than directly punishing sexual sin, we simply keep all of the lustful people in one place, where they can punish each other. In the case of a man defeating Uriela and choosing to have her pleasure him as his reward, there would be no punishment, either direct, or in natural consequence. Angels reward worthy humans with sex routinely. His sole punishment would be his missed opportunity. He would have chosen a few minutes of incredible sexual pleasure instead of taking advantage of a chance to better his life in Safina. Let’s say that the man chose power, instead of pleasure. Uriela would willingly give up her position. She would welcome the vacation, in fact. But any man from that region who wants to rule is unfit to rule. He would be overthrown and likely killed by his own people before too long.”
“About this getting promoted to Safina thing,” I wondered. “Is the only way to go to Safina to beat Uriela?”
“No, anyone who repents of their sins and prays to Ilias for forgiveness wil be judged by the Goddess. Should she see that the sinner is sincere in his or her repentance, she will instruct Uriela to send him or her to Safina. It works that way in all regions save for Grangold. Grangold is where sinners who have committed the gravest sins short of capital crimes are punished. With very few exceptions, none will ever leave Grangold.”
That sounded grim. I recognized that there were bad people in the world, but I was determined to see Grangold and find out just how Ilias’ version of damnation on this world worked. I was also intrigued by the tournament, since the local Archangel was part of it. If Uriela was like other warriors I’d met, fighting her would actually be a great way to make friends. And since she didn’t rape or kill the loser, it should be safe enough as fights went.
“Okay, Raphaela, I guess I’m ready to go to Safina. Raphaela?”
Raphaela was gone. Now why would she pull a disappearing act? Was I about to be attacked? On Angel World? Had she been called away on urgent business while I’d been thinking? I decided to pass the time waiting for her by going back into my head even deeper.
“Luka,” I said, addressing the other resident of my body. “What did you think of all that? I know you are an Ilias worshipper.”
“I like it, I guess,” Luka answered. “It’s good to see nice people getting what they deserve. I’m afraid of what I’ll see in the other regions, though. I also wish all the monsters hadn’t been destroyed. I never wanted that.”
“I agree with you completely,” I said, smiling. “I do want to find out how it happened, even if it will be horrifying. I need to know if I’m going to consider joining with these people.”
“I don’t think they killed all the monsters,” Luka said. “There are some left, just like there were still angels on Makai.”
“Oh? I guess that’s a reasonable conclusion to draw, but we should probably wait until we have evidence.”
“The evidence is standing right in front of you,” Luka said.
What?! I must have been really deep in my own head. It’s a good thing Luka was paying attention, because I was just daydreaming again.
“Mister, can’t you hear me?” the little two tailed kitsune asked. “Are you hard of hearing? I’m afraid I don’t know sign language.”
“Oh, sorry, yes, I can hear you,” I said. “I just didn’t notice you there.”
“You were looking right at me while I was talking.”
“It’s… hard to explain,” I said. “Could you repeat whatever you were saying to me? You have my undivided attention now.”
Did she ever. She was a monster on a world full of angels and Ilias worshippers. She looked to be in terrible shape. Even though she was obviously an adult, she was the size of a child. I spotted the signs of severe semen deprivation immediately. San Ilia was the absolute worst region for a monster to be living. I reasoned that the only reason she hadn’t gone elsewhere was because the Natalia region had too many open spaces. Out in the open, any flying angel might zap her in a heartbeat. It didn’t look as if she’d been eating well otherwise. As a kitsune, she would be omnivorous, catching small animals and picking whatever fruits and vegetables she could find that were growing wildly in the region. It didn’t look as if she’d been very successful at either. It was a shame, too, because she was a pretty little lady, or at least she would be if she put some meat on her bones.
“Mister, I’m sooooo hungry,” the fox pleaded. “Could I please have some of your semen?”
Just then, Raphaela reappeared. The kitsune shrieked in terror but didn’t run. She simply quivered and cowered in place. Given Raphaela’s power, the poor monster would have had no chance of running in any case. She lived only as long as Raphaela suffered her existence.
“I apologize, Luka,” Raphaela said grimly. “I had thought this path to be safe. No monster has been seen in the Natalia region in decades. This is a holy place, foul beast! The punishment for trying to tempt a man is death.”
“NO!!!” the kitsune cried, covering her face with her arms and cowering even lower.
Raphaela pointed her finger at the terrified fox girl. Before she could do anything, I forced her arm back down.
“Hey! Don’t hurt that poor girl!” I yelled. “Can’t you see how emaciated she is? All she wants is something to eat!”
“What she wants to eat is you!” Raphaela shot back. “While I admire your impulse to mercy and charity, she is dangerous! Once she had you in critical ecstasy she would take advantage of you! She would devour you!”
“That’s going to devour me?” I asked. “Kitsunes don’t eat their prey, for starters. They aren’t capable of it. The worst she might try to do is keep me, but she doesn’t look like she could achieve that in her current state. She looks as weak as a little puppy.”
“Grrrrr….” Raphaela growled, glaring at the little fox. “Very well. You are the Child of Judgment, and you have judged her. But I will not bear witness to this obscene act. When she is finished with you and she has run along, call my name and I will take you to Safina.”
“She’s not running along,” I said firmly. “She can’t survive out here. I’m taking her to Safina, or Noah, where she can eke out a living between the sinners you condemn and the more abundant food.”
“I will not abide that!” Raphaela exploded, then calmed somewhat. “I believe we can work something out, for your sake, Luka. I do not wish to alienate you. But our world cannot abide the presence of monsters. I will tolerate her presence for as long as you are here. I would advise you to take her back with you when you depart.”
“Deal,” I replied, holding out my hand. Raphaela just looked down at it.
“Do what you feel you must,” Raphaela declared. “I will go back to San Ilia to be around purer humans.”
“You do that,” I grumbled, then turned back to the little kitsune. “So what’s your name?”
“I-Is she gone?” the kitsune said, voice quavering. “You can never tell if they’re gone or not.”
“To be honest, I can’t tell, but I believe her. In any case, I’ll protect you. I won’t let anything happen to you. Raphaela…. Needs me for something, and as she said, she doesn’t want to alienate me. So, tell me your name.”
“My name is F-Fumi,” she stuttered.
“How old are you Fumi?”
“I don’t really know,” she said sadly. “I’ve seen about twenty winters, give or take a couple.”
That sounded about right. She had the body of a small child due to her stunted growth, but the face of someone twice her age. Some of her fur had already grayed. Some of that was reversible. Monsters were a resilient lot. She might even thrive back on the Paradox world.
“I promise you, Fumi,” I said. “From this day forward, your life is going to get better.”
“How could I ever have a good life here? Do you really think going to another region will make that much of a difference?”
“I think it would, simply because you’d have more access to males and food. San Ilia is about the worst place to be. But it turns out that you’re not going to any of those places except to visit. I come from a world where monsters can live good lives. Especially cute fox girls like you.”
“That sounds like a fairy tale,” Fumi said dubiously.
“A mere man preventing an Archangel from vaporizing you would also sound like a fairy tale, wouldn’t it?”
“I guess that’s true,” Fumi said uncertainly. “If I told anyone they’d never believe me.”
“All right then,” I said, quickly undoing my pants and removing them. “I’m all yours.”
That only seemed to increase Fumi’s suspicions. She backed away like I was some weirdo exposing myself to her. Which I guess was exactly what was happening, if you watched this scene devoid of all context.
“It’s okay,” I said encouragingly. “Didn’t you just beg me for semen? Now’s your chance. Eat up.”
Fumi stared at my already erect cock and licked her lips. Her mouth was watering so badly that drool was dripping out the sides of her mouth. She still didn’t come any closer.
“Look, you don’t have to,” I said. “But you did ask. Here, I’ll lay down, since it’s safer for me that way. See?” I asked, lying in the grass under the shade of a tree.
Fumi began approaching, slowly, cautiously. Just as she got within arms reach of me, she jumped back a few feet.
“I’ll put my pants back on, then,” I said, reaching for them. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“No!” Fumi pleaded. “I’m so hungry! I’m just…..”
“Scared? Of course you are. This seems too good to be true. I don’t know that I can persuade you. You’ve lived through a hell I can’t even imagine. But I’ll tell you this. The worst thing that can happen is that your suffering will end. Raphaela wasn’t interested in torturing you. She was going to incinerate you on the spot. If I’m just messing with you, you die. But if you trust me…. Your life can change. Just tell me what you want. If you don’t want to eat my semen, that’s fine. I’m not making you pleasure me. My offer comes with no strings. I’m taking you away from here, to a better place.”
“I…. I want to be in a better place. But it can’t be true. The only life that is, is here. I have to make the best of it.”
“Fumi, there’s a world out there you can’t even imagine,” I assured her. “I’d love to show it to you. It would break my heart if you went running back into the forest to hide and not eat.”
Fumi nodded tearfully and began slowly approaching again, dropping to all fours, looking around fearfully, obviously expecting Raphaela to reappear and murder her. Part of me was worried about that as well, but she seemed to be an honest angel. And was a little kitsune worth alienating me over? If Raphaela did kill Fumi, my rage would be very costly to her and possibly others on this world. Anyone who would harm someone like Fumi was a true monster.
She reached out and grasped my dick, her hand shaking. Slowly, her face approached my penis. She extended the tip of her tongue and gave it a quick, short lick. She frantically looked around to see if a vengeful angel would smite her on the spot for so sinful an act. I tried to distract her from her fear.
“Oh, I love how rough your tongue is!” I said. “Just that little lick was amazing!”
“Really?” she asked. “I’m sorry, I thought this might be some kind of sadistic test. But she still seems to be gone. So you liked it when I did… this?”
She gave me another short lick. I made a show of really enjoying it, making her smile. She rewarded me with a much longer lick with the flat of that pleasantly rough tongue. My reaction to that was genuine.
“Your penis tastes really good,” she said.
I expected her to devour my penis like the ravenous beast she was, but she seemed too unsure of herself to do so. She had a tiny little mouth, and I knew that fox girls had sensitive gag reflexes, so she had to be careful for her own sake as well as mine. So she continued to lick it slowly, occasionally sucking on the head. She clearly had no practice at this, as her canines scraped my shaft when she tried to take in more of it. That might hurt later. But I didn’t want to give her any reason to feel apprehensive. A little pain in the morning would be worth making her feel at ease. And the more she licked and sucked, the more she enjoyed my taste, the happier she seemed to become. She patiently fellated me for ten minutes before she got a little antsy.
“I really like makng you feel good,” Fumi said. “And I don’t mean to rush you, but…. When does the food come out? Sorry, I haven’t done this much.”
“You don’t have to use your mouth,” I said. “Just do whatever gets you the fastest results.”
“I…. I haven’t done any of this much. I made a man come with my tails a few years ago. And then a year after that I used my vagina on a man. I’ve licked a few others until they came since then. But I’m not very good, I’m afraid. And you’re taking a little longer than most.”
“Sorry about that,” I said. “I’ve been pleasured by some pretty powerful monsters in my time. Let me help you. Put it in your mouth, and go down about halfway. Can you do that?”
She nodded, and put my penis in her mouth, more like a quarter of the way since her mouth was tiny. But at least she was past the head, which is what mattered for this technique.
“Now, press your tongue against the underside and move it from side to side,” I instructed. “Yes, right there. Oh my goodness, I love the texture of your tongue!”
That had been Tamamo’s killer technique, and Nanabi also used a variation of it that was a little more complicated. Every monster took advantage of their natural gifts, and kitsunes were no exception. It took less than a minute for Fumi to send me over the edge, her tongue quickly moving side to side against my frenulum. She may have wanted my semen desperately, but she hadn’t expected to get results that quickly. My semen shot into the back of her throat, causing her to gag and pull off of me, coughing and retching.
“I’m sorry!” I said, trying to sit up but failing. “I should have warned you. I’m just not used to monsters needing a warning!”
“No, it’s fibe,” Fumi said, trying to clear her throat. Finally she managed to stop coughing, and swallowed what little she’d gotten in her mouth. Her face lit up.
“That’s so good!” she exulted. “I know I’m hungry, but I know what semen tastes like and that’s the most amazing semen I’ve ever eaten! Can I have more?”
“Of course,” I said. “It’s not like I can stop you.”
Actually, I almost certainly could have, but not without extreme violence. This was also a bit of a test for her. People that seem nice when they want something from you can get vicious later once they have it and don’t need to sweet talk you anymore. I wasn’t so naïve that I didn’t understand that. I needn’t have worried. Fumi was as genuine as they came.
“Oh! But I ruined your orgasm!” Fumi exclaimed. “I’ll do it again with my mouth, but this time I’ll make sure you get to enjoy it!”
More confident now, she started sucking vigorously, stroking it with her hand. I urged her to watch her teeth, since they were scraping hard against my shaft. She apologized and opened her mouth a little, which meant that most of the stimulation was coming from her hand stroking me against her rough tongue. It was amazing and I told her so.
After a few minutes of sheer heaven, she employed her new killer technique, this time staying on my dick until I finished. Not bad at all for an inexperienced two tailed kitsune. Even Tamamo would have been impressed.
“More?” Fumi asked.
“That good, huh?” I said with a smile. “Sure, but what about the three times rule?”
“What’s the three times rule?” Fumi asked.
“If you don’t know about it, it’s not a thing for you. Just know that when I take you to my world, the other kitsunes are going to integrate you into their culture, which means you’ll have to observe that rule. But since you’re super hungry, make me come as many times as you want.”
Thanking me profusely, she turned around and plunged her waist down on me, fully engulfing my penis in her amazingly textured pussy. She began riding me cowgirl, slamming down on me again and again, her two fluffy tails playing all over my chest. She didn’t stop until I’d emptied four more loads into her.
I was close to passing out. Fumi snuggled up to me, wrapping her two small tails around me and using the crook of my arm as her own pillow.
“Have you ever felt like you had so much energy, but also so sleepy?” Fumi asked.
“I think so. After a wrestling meet I felt that way sometimes.”
“I don’t know what that is. But that’s how your semen has made me feel. It’s so potent that I feel like I could conquer the world, but I used up so much energy getting it out of you that I just want to sleep. Luka, tell me it’s safe to go to sleep.”
“You’re safe, Fumi,” I said. “I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll give my life before I left them take yours.”
“You’re a good guy, Luka,” Fumi said, and immediately began snoring. I appeared that I would be calling Raphaela in the morning.
- 78
- 79
- 80
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Luka's Story-Paradox