User blog:Jerichow/My Hellhound Wife's "Towering" Mishap - Ch 2

 So after reading a certain someone's futa story that went a step beyond my own, I decided that perhaps I should expand upon mine a bit more. And by a bit more, I mean about a 31-page word document's worth of expanding. Took me about 3 days of writing to do between zombie-TAR-grinding on Tera and helping a friend level and gear his Zerker. All in all I like how it turned out, though I do think I could have shortened it up a bit but.... eh that's just not my style.

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 There's still going to be plenty of sexy futa-hellhound'ness going on here, but I will say this is going to be a whole lot more in line with my typical writing style, which is a lot more serious rather than being all fun-sexy-time all the time. And again, I'm kinda pissed because I lost the formatting for Italics and such having no way to convert from Kingsoft Word to Wiki, but at least everything else seems in tact. Now without further adieu...

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 My Hellhound Wife's "Towering" Mishap - Chapter 2

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 　　"Oh... oh my fucking god.... You really know how to use that tongue of yours, don't you..." Serena gasped her words with a heavy exhale, her large black furry digits vigorously running their way through my long black locks of hair, pressing my head as far into that chasm between her legs as she could get me to go before I pulled my head back for a moment to speak.

 　　Wiping the mixture of juices from my mouth and swallowing the rest that I had come to know the flavor of all too well and to the extent that it no longer bothered me to take a mouthful of it at a time, I fire back, "Well, how many times have we done this now?" I ask, keeping my hands busy where my mouth and tongue had just been sending my second wife into hip-jarring spasm.

 　　“A lot..." She gasps, rocking her hips about in my hands, but suddenly a large black furry pawed hand grips the back of my head and pulls me forward with a good deal of force, "But nowhere near enough with how good you are at doing this..." Serena says with a mixed expression of both that hellish grin, and a distorted face racked from the pleasure I was subjecting her to, "Keep going, I'm so close already." She says, her voice mixed as much with pleasure and domination, as my mouth had been for the last half hour mixed with my saliva and her precum.

 　　Not having to look back down, but instead I stare blankly into that sexy as hell abdomen of hers. Lazily closing my eyes, I give her shaft a few more strokes, I well up another mouthful of spit, purse my lips, and take her cock into my mouth again. The sounds she made, the way she let her head fall back and gasp moans of sheer pleasure into the air without the faintest hint of hesitation or restraint; and even the way her hand ran its way through my hair made even me excited. And excited I was.

 　　Any man can tell you of all of his deepest, darkest fetishes. Things that get him off or turn him on the most. Sure there are a myriad of different things that get guys off or turn them on. Having lived here in the seventh layer of hell for the better part of a full century now, I've already come across my fair share of guys with 'weird' interests. But all of them have one resounding thing in common. What got us all excited the most wasn't anything more or less than the unrestrained, almost proud showing of desire our wives put on for us when we had sex. To be desired and wanted was an aphrodisiac in and of itself; and no matter what we were doing, hearing Serena or Malina gasping my name or shouting in ecstasy from them wanting me, and then getting me... It. Never. Got old.

 　　And the same was true here. With Serena sitting back on the foot of our bed, her legs spread wide open to let me go to town on her, she cradled the back of my head and helped motion my head forward and back, up and down on her blazing hot rod. Her fingers raced through my hair and clutched entire firstfuls of it at a time, "Hah... Hah... Ohmygod.... Ohmygod...." Serena gasped, feeling the tip of her fair sized cock slide around the slick insides of my mouth, my tongue swirling around and tickling the base of her cock with its tip as I stopped as deep as my mouth alone would take her.

 　　Feeling the tip of her cock against my tonsils used to bother me. Not so much anymore. We had done this so many times now I never so much as gave it a second thought when it happened.

 　　Even when a tiny dribble of cum squeezed out of the tip of her cock as she came a little in my mouth, I just gave a quick look up at her, waited for our eyes to meet, then purposely gulped it down loud enough for her to hear it. It never failed to put her right on the edge.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　"God damn it! You bastard!" She laughed, refusing to let my head go as I began motioning again, stopping with only the head of her dick still in my mouth. Sucking purposefully hard on it and swirling my tongue around the tip, I could feel her orgasm rising slowly, she was getting closer and closer.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Then I stopped. I stopped sucking, and I pulled off of her.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　"Huh!?" Her head snapped back up and she looked down at me with a bewildered expression as if she was lost, "But... I'm right there!"

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　"Aren't we supposed to practice that some more today?" I ask, and just as quickly as it had faded, her excitement came back, "That's the whole reason we're doing this isn't it?"

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　"I guess it is, isn't it?" Serena got back up to an upright sitting position, even as I remain kneeling between her wide open jet black trunks she called legs. With that same hand, she brushed my hair back and cradled my cheek. Even if she was a hellhound, she wasn't all force, all the time. There were plenty of times like now where even she couldn't resist the way her heart pulled at her to be... romantic? Perhaps not romantic... Just.... Not forceful.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　"How do you wanna do it?" I ask, reaching over and taking the glass of liquor I'd been sipping at all night since the two of us began, taking a mouthful of it in and swirling it around. There was a day and time I'd say I was doing this to get the taste out of my mouth. But that is a time long gone, and now I swirled it around my mouth to get the red hot cinnamon flavor of her cum mixed in with my alcohol before I drank it down. It had a hot, cinnamon flavor as it went down my throat, and to be honest, it tasted pretty damn good. Be it the incubus genes in me inherited from the Succubi who obviously loved the taste of cum, or perhaps my general acclamation to Serena's taste, I didn't really know when exactly, or why I came to actually enjoy the taste. It just kind of seemed to happen one day when we were going at it. Maybe I always liked it, but a part of me stubbornly refused to accept it at first. That certainly wouldn’t be the first time that I harbored that kind of behavior, that’s for sure.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　"I wanna do it standing up." Serena said, getting up to her feet and staring straight down at me from between those gorgeous, massive tits of hers I'd surely be making a meal out of later this evening. Cradling the bottom of my jaw under her finger, she had me look up at her, not as if a master was making a servant look up to her, but because she wanted to look into my eyes. She wanted to see the man she'd decided to settle down with and marry, "I wanna do it staring into your eyes looking back up at me. I can’t ever get enough of the way your eyes change color..."

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　A simple smile comes to my visage, and I put my drink down, "Alright then." I say, adjusting my positioning on the carpet so I'm now level with her monster-junk. As if by force of habit, I take it in my hand and slowly start stroking it while still holding conversation, "So, we're still up for 'it' afterword right?"

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　"Y-yeah..." Serena looks off to the side with ears turned down, "Y-You really wanna do it don't you?"

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　"I do." I say, giving the tip of her cock a quick kiss to send some lightning through her body, "What do you say? Malinka from down the street says she and her husband do it all the time and she's never gotten off harder from it."

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　"W-well I um..." She gulped and bit her bottom lip, "We can try."

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I shrug, "Good enough for me." I say before I get her attention and our eyes meet. I knew what she was looking at, she was staring into my eyes watching them as they changed colors. When I was younger, I suffered from Sectoral Heterochromia, or basically a discoloration of the eyes due to issues with the pigment in the tissue. As I got older and my grasp of my Incubus powers grew, I learned how to control this disorder and bend it to my will using healing magic, and so I was able to give my eyes any color I wanted, at any given time. I typically settled on a multi-color spectrum that changes based on the light, shifting from green to blue, but when Serena’s watching me, I give her the full show of her favorite colors. It drives her wild.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　She knew what was coming after though, and I’m not talking about my eyes. The way her body shivered, I had done this only a few times before, but she was so weak to it, I had to. Tilting her length straight up, I let my tongue stretch all the way out, all six inches and gave her a good, long lick from the bottom of her pussy all the way up past her clit, up the base of her shaft, and to the tip where I give an audible, "Aaaahh" Before swallowing her cock down my mouth again, sucking it right back to the back of my tonsils while my tongue retracted back into my mouth, grazing the entire length of her pussy and cock from clit to tip.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　"F-f-f-fuuuuck!!!" Serena hollered and pulled my head in, pressing herself farther past my tonsils and arching down my throat. I only stopped when the front of my face was scrunched up against the hot, soft, silky smooth skin of her waist and abs. I had gone all the way down, and took her straight to the base and deepthroated my wife. The first time I'd ever done it, it honestly hurt like hell, and I gagged unbelievably hard, even throwing up a couple of times until I had overcome this feeling.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　There were definitely a few reasons I let this entire situation even happen in the first place, but seeing Serena quivering at the knees and gasping like she had just run ten miles, staring down at me with so much lust, passion and desire.... I dare say that reason was good enough. And that passion, and that desire, it radiated to me, and at that moment all either of us wanted, was for her to cum.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“I’m.... I’m gonna start now, okay?” She asked through gasps of air. I merely nod and pull back long enough to get a breath of air, and let her pull herself back in. With one arm anchoring herself to one of our bed’s uprights, Serena used her other to coax my head forward and back while she thrust in tandem, sliding just far enough back to give me a moment to breathe before she pulled me back in and lowered her hips to get every last inch in that she could.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Be it my Incubus genes, or practice, my throat couldn’t give half a damn that I could practically feel the tip of her dick stretching out my throat as far down as my Adam’s Apple before it retreated.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The look on Serena’s face said she wasn’t about to complain either. Where my eyes were keen and focused on looking up at hers, her eyes were relaxed and fading every few thrusts. Mixed with her gasps and slow motions, I knew she was right on the verge of cumming and wanted to blow so badly she had to dedicate everything to fighting off the urge.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　This was practice after all.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　It continued another five minutes, but Serena could only hold on so long. She was the most sensitive at the base, right where her shaft grew out above her clit, and so I made sure to pinch my lips around it as hard as they could when she came.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Ugh... G’d... Shit.... Shit!” Serena cried, her hips thrusting a little faster, and her hand pulling harder and harder each thrust, “Shit... I’m right... Jeri Leon!” She cried out and with both arms, cradled my head as she doubled over forward and let her desire loose.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I couldn’t taste it. Her cock slid several inches past anywhere where my taste buds last grew, but I could feel it. Aside from her body heat that radiated into me from any point her skin touched me, I could feel each and every load of cum her body shot out hit my stomach. Like gulping down a large mouthful of liquor on a cold day, I felt it hit my stomach like taking a large gulp of liquor on a cold day, feeling its heat spread out once it hit rock bottom in my stomach.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　With Serena doubled over and clutching my head with all her might, I could hear her all but whimper her orgasm into me, and to be honest.... It was cute. Serena, your cut-and-dry cookie-cutter Hellhound doubled over her husband, whimpering her way through orgasm was.... It was fucking adorable.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　She didn’t cum as long as I did, and fortunately she let the last hot injection out long before my lungs started to protest for more air. Slowly she gathered her strength and stood back upright, looking down into my eyes.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I could tell when she made sense of the situation when her dick twitched.... Still in my mouth.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　She was still hilted all the way down, and we stared at each other for a few seconds until I finally closed my eyes and with a purposeful amount of sucking, slowly pulled her out, stopping at the tip to give a good, hard suck and swirl my tongue around it a couple times. Only when I let her go with a satisfactory ‘pop’ sound of my lips leaving her tip, did she finally cave in and fall back onto the bed.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　She laid there, no whitty curses or words, just gasps of air with the hint of a moan each time she exhaled, “You okay?” I ask, reaching for my drink again, and as calmly as if we’d just gotten done simply kissing each other, I take a drink while she lifts her head and looks ‘down’ at me from the bed.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“You need... To get up here.... Right now...” She commanded, and after gulping down the last of the cinnamon mixture, I oblige and climb aboard.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　No sooner than I’m within arm’s reach, a paw snatches my arm and yanks me towards my wife who catches my face and thrusts her tongue into my mouth nearly as hard as her member before. The kiss was intense, there was no doubt about that. A hellhound is a horny, forceful creature by nature, but one madly in love with a husband whose willing to do crazy, outlandish things to bring her even more pleasure? That’s a dangerous thing my friend....

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　She finally relents and allows me a short reprieve from her mouth, only to cradle my head into her left breast, and grasp at my iron-hard cock in her hand, “You. Were. Fucking. Amazing, love.” She strokes me harder and faster while she talks, “It was so hard not cumming the moment I got it all down.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Why didn’t you?” I ask, casually eyeing her polished black nipple right before I latch on and start sucking, licking, and enjoying it.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“B-Because... You said you wanna practice deepthroating....”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Yeah.” Say, taking a moment to speak, “But you’re still hard, and the potion’s going to last another two orgasms.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Yeah, but I want this time to last.” She protests, pressing my face back down on her nipple, “Shit you almost suck a cock better than a tit... Damn....” A few hefty breaths from my still-horny wife is all the break she takes before talking again, “I mean.... Last time you made me cum twice in a row before you even came up for air!”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Yeah?” I ask, tweaking at her nipple and feeling my own hips start to thrust into her hand, that paw of hers was soft as hell and damn she knew how to stroke a dick. I’d stained her black fur white more times than once thanks to her skill, “We were practicing endurance then...” I stop, twitching as my own cock starts to reach climax. Being held on the verge of cumming for half an hour does wonders to break down your resistance to orgasm once your wife starts stroking you off out of fucking nowhere...

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Gonna cum?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Yeah...” I huff, my eyes closed and focusing on the pleasure. I get up on all fours, holding myself up above her left leg and thrusting into her right hand that speeds up, welcoming my load whenever I was ready to give it.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“How do you wanna do it? Wanna blow it down my throat this time?” She teased, cradling my head in her paw and running her fingers through my hair, but I protest.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“I wanna... I want to do it like this.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Fine by me.” She gleefully says with her sinister smile, speeding up, “Come on honey, fuck my hand and blow your load all over these sexy abs you love so much.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　God damn it woman....

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I thrust at full speed, her hand always out-pacing me but never to the point of breaking an oddly perfect synchronous between our motions. She lets out a triumphant cry of surprise when the first stream of cum blasts out past her hand and splatters her abs once, twice, three times before she shifts her hand around and forces the next few shots up to her tits.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I watch, barely able to keep my eyes open as stream after stream of thick, white cum streaks across her tits up into her face. She doesn’t stop until I do, and once she is through milking my cum-faucet for all it’s worth, she gets up and helps herself to what’s left inside, sucking hard at the tip until I feel the last of my cum sucked out of me.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　We both collapse onto the bed next to each other, and it isn’t long before Serena has all of what I shot out safely lapped up and swallowed down, enjoying the warmth of my spirit energy flowing into her body.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　We lay in bed, both full and warm with each others’ essence, and with Serena quickly dozing off into her typical twenty-minute nap after I get her off that hard, I am left to my thoughts for the next half hour.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　It’s during this short time I have a little bit of privacy to myself and I often spend it reflecting on my past. I mean, why wouldn’t I? Anyone who knew me as a kid wouldn’t on their mother’s grave guess I was the same person lying in bed now after sucking his futa-wife off and taking her load down his throat. Not in a million fucking years would anyone guess. Yet here I am, a warm, almost soothing, filling heat in the core of my body keeping me warm even as I lay naked on this bed with no covers over me.

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<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Thinking back on it, I guess this might seem all too crazy and outlandish considering how any of this even began. I’m not gonna lie, I never thought it’d come to this either... But hey, things change, you know? You find something you think you hate, then after a while... You find you might not hate it as much, even though you were taught to hate it because someone else told you it was ‘wrong’ and to hate it was ‘right.’ Or if you yourself decide you hate it, someone, or something may come along one day and spark something in you that eventually leads to a realization that you might have been wrong to hate it all along.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Maybe you're thinking of the time my wife Malina decided to pay the local black-market dealer a visit and accidentally purchase herself a potion of everlasting monster-penis... But you'd be wrong. Oh man would you be so wrong... If you think the thing I hated was the idea of sucking a cock then I have news for you buddy... There was a time in my life I’d gladly sit my happy ass down and suck an army off for free before I ever laid a hand on a filthy, disgusting monster.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Believe it or not if you knew me back when I was younger, you'd swear to the Chief God himself that in almost a hundred years, the last thing you’d ever think you’d catch me doing is giving a blowjob to my futa Hellhound wife as an incubus.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　And admittedly... Regretfully... Back then I’d probably have taken your head for speaking such ‘heresy’ too...

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　No... Actually I’m referring to back when I was mortal, and before I became an Incubus. Back when I was just another mere human, doing his best to get by and make ends meet in a life dominated by the real evils of the mortal world. The Church magistrate, the political and ‘justice’ systems, and bureaucrats that paid with their souls to get the very power they now wield to legally enslave the entire mortal world. And rogue monsters.... Monsters not as aligned or effected by the Demon Lord’s power as those closer to her kingdom. You see, she is powerful, don’t misunderstand that.... She is terrifyingly powerful. But to effect the mentality of an entire species across the globe takes... Well... Let’s just say it takes an astronomical amount of power that I’m not sure even the Chief God himself has to do. So inevitably there are areas where her effects don’t make monsters as.... Peaceful as one would suspect.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I’m betting you’re thinking I was just some adventurer in one of those ‘lesser effected lands’ that stumbled upon a Hellhound one day, got pinned to the ground, and had the life fucked out of him a handful of times and managed to survive the transformation into an Incubus right? Yeah? Well you’re wrong about that one too.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I was an adventurer once, that’s true. Pretty much every incubus in existence has at some point in their life tried their hand at that career and either succeeded or failed. And no, I never took a damn arrow to the knee. I took a fucking contract to the side of the skull that landed me in a pretty cash position working with the Order of all things.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Yeah, I know, right? Shocking? Futa Hellhound fellatio extraordinaire here used to be one of the hired swords of the Chief God himself. Cliche? Maybe? Maybe not? I sure as hell didn’t grow up with one of their scriptures in my hands, that’s for sure; and I didn’t even know that the church had a military side of it until I was old enough to pass the trials of adulthood in the town I grew up in as a kid.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　But I also never grew up in a town that got friendly with monsters either. We lived about a hundred miles from the nearest Demon Realm so things were always quiet. Monsters never came around, and if they did, they were merc’s that worked for the Order or the Guilds and were on peaceful terms with the Order. They came, they did their business, they left, and none too soon either. Something about them bothered us, maybe it was just the inhuman features, or the constant looks like they were ready for sex at any time, anywhere, with anyone. Whatever it was, we were happier when they left than when they arrived, no matter the reason they came.

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<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Nah.... I came from a descent middle-class worker family. Wasn’t poor, wasn’t nobility. Dad was a blacksmith, mom stayed at home and took care of me and my two sisters and older brother. I was probably going to take after being a blacksmith after Dad when I got older, which back then I thought was the life. We had it pretty made until I was about fourteen. Then, like every other damn tragedy in this world, it started when the monsters came. Ones that didn’t work for the Order or Guilds, and ones that weren’t exactly as pro-Demon Lord as you’d hope to come across.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Damn things too, coming at night when it’s harder for humans to see. A pretty sizable pack of them too, probably two dozen in all. A mix of wolves, werecats, a few manticores, and I would later find out it was a succubus leading them. The same one that corrupted my dad, took him as her husband, and proceeded to break and corrupt my mother and little sister right out from under my nose as I stood guard outside of the house she raped them in. Over, and over, and over again.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　My older brother and youngest sister, Jared and Mina were at our Aunt’s house in the neighboring town at the time so they were spared this fate... Thank the gods. But looking back at it, I was so stupid. Just finished my trials of adulthood... I was a man! I told myself over and over as I flailed my flimsy sword around my room like a reckless idiot. The fucking thing wasn’t even that sharp yet. Dad didn’t sharpened it for me because he didn’t think I was proficient enough with it to be trusted with a fully sharpened sword yet.... He was probably right too.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　And I proved I was that idiot he thought I was too when I stood outside the house guarding it from literally nothing that came to our doorstep for over an hour before I even thought it might have been a good idea to check to see if the others were okay.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I should have thought... Monsters, they’re not going to use the fucking front door! Why would they? And by time I thought of that, it was already too late. The sound of a body hitting the ground upstairs had jarred my memory, so I rushed upstairs to see what happened.

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<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　You remember I said there are times that you see something that makes you realize you don’t really hate something? Times where you start to think it’s not too bad? Yeah? Well there are times on the polar-fucking-opposite too.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I might be the husband of a pair of sexy as hell Hellhounds now, but Succubi know to keep their dirty, disgusting fingers off of me lest they want to lose them, even now. Why? Quite simple really, if you think about it. There are things that make you want to not hate something... And then there are moments that ignite an undying hellfire of hatred in you that you take to your grave and beyond. And seeing your ten year old sister stripped naked and held up by three black tendrils of dark, demonic energy violating her body in every hole... That is one of those things.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　It broke me. In the instant I threw the door to my sister’s room open and my brain registered what it was I saw, my mind shattered into a million pieces. Mom and dad, fucking like the world was about to end on Mina’s bed, not giving a care in the world to what was going on around them, and Estelle... Oh god...

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I watched, stunned for an amount of time that, to this day I still don’t know for how long I stood there with my mouth on the floor watching. Watching that disgusting monster rape my sister with those tendrils, tweaking her nipples with her hands until my sister cried in a voice I never wanted to hear come from her lips. Even as the white fluid gushed out of her holes because her body couldn’t hold any more, she still cried out in pleasure... It was... I still cannot find the words to describe it...

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　My mind had broken, and once it had pieced itself back together enough to think, all that was left was hate. Undying, unyielding hate like a flame that could not be quelled. That hate came in the form of a flimsy, half-sharpened sword swung with the force strong enough to cut a thousand men down. The succubus didn’t see it coming, but she sure as hell felt it when I sliced one of those tendrils in two, taking the spade tip of her tail with it.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Her scream of pain still brings me the slightest reprieve from that nightmare of a memory, and I can still remember clear as day the following minutes as I desperately tried to cut her down or run her through. But the bitch was crafty and nimble. Save for the severed tail, I never managed to put another mark on her.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I’d have kept fighting too, except my parents and sister were already taken, and so there was nothing left for me to do but run. Even as father and mother finally stopped their depraved fucking and called out for me to wait, to come back and join them, to keep the family whole, I ran.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I think I ran the full five miles until the next town where my siblings stayed. I’m pretty sure I did. I remember passing out as I finally stumbled up to the guard keeping post on the ground level, and then waking up the next day in my Aunt’s house where the others were staying.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　That was probably the longest morning of my life, having to tell that story, and then accompany a full company of guards to our ransacked and disheveled town. Making it even longer were the cries of my sister, and the beating I got from my older brother who still to this day blames me for what happened... The stuck up asshole. If he was half the guard he claimed to be...

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Life changed for me that day, and with really nothing left to go home to, it came down to a couple of choices. Continue where dad left off in the shop, but do so in the new town, since our hometown had to be abandoned because of all of the demonic energy that polluted everything. That or pick up a new profession.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Thanks to the smartass that was my older brother and his haughty-as-fuck attitude of looking down on me like it was my fault, I decided to one-up him. He was training to be a guard of the town, so I would too, but just to spite him, I took it a step further. When the next caravan came through town carrying a group of Guild mercs to help clear out the remaining monsters from my home town, I tossed them all I had left in coins from the things I sold. All I asked is that they let me come with them and train to be a merc. I didn’t give a shit there were more monsters in their group than humans, I just needed something to get a foot hold, and they were it.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　They laughed when I asked them... Yeah, they laughed and handed me back my money, saying they’d let me come for free just to see me piss my pants at the first sight of a monster. The only pants that got pissed in were theirs two days later when they watched with gaping mouths and eyes as wide open as a silver coin, watching me walk back dragging the dead carcass of one of the wolves that attacked our town by the tail.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I still remember that day, and I still don’t regret a single thing I did. Even as I ran my neighbor through who was trying to defend his ‘wife’ from me, I don’t regret a thing. He was only fourteen, just like me. We grew up together most of our lives... But he came at me with his dad’s sword... So I responded in kind. I responded as a mercenary would. It wasn’t my fault he decided not to learn how to use a sword...

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　From that day on though, Leon Aeris had been discarded, and the mercenary ‘Jerichow’ had come to light. They gave me the name because that was what our town’s name was... The town of Jerichow. They said it would be a good reminder of why I made this decision, and it would help me when I had to make some of the hardest decisions in my life later on.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　They weren’t wrong.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　For the next ten years I traveled with the ‘Rusty Daggers.’ A rag-tag group of men, women, and monsters that traveled the Empire and a few of the borderlands, a neutral territory between the Empire and Demon Realms, taking up missions and collecting money doing what we did best.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Killing monsters.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　We didn’t just kill Manono though. The term ‘killing monsters’ came from the fact that we were hired swords sent to rid a town or city of an infestation of corruption, evil, or actual monsters plaguing the town’s future. It wasn’t hard to think we were the good guys either, hearing about how the town was doing much better a few months later, or hearing that the townsfolk heard it was us and invited us back for a night on the town, on them.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　It was a pretty sweet life, I have to admit, looking back at it now. I traveled the world, I met strange and interesting people, I hunted the evils people pretended didn’t exist and I banged the hottest women as payment when my wallet was already stuffed full of gold.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Heh... I’m such a fucking hypocrite too, now that I think about it. Despite the fact that monsters took my family and my home, they just couldn’t stop there. They had to take my first time too. Rita... The little smokin’ hottie. She was one of the monsters we traveled with, and she trained me how to properly use a blade. Let me tell you now, a Salamander knows her shit when it comes to using a sword. It took me into the second year of my travels with them before I finally beat her, and looking back, I’m glad I did. She was, without a doubt, the best ride I ever had before I became an incubus, and even now I get hit on by her once in a while.... And like the bastard that I am.... I oblige... As long as Malina and Serena ok it.

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<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Letting a monster take my first time, given my past with them is pretty stupid, I know. But truth be told, I think the dumbest decision of my life came when I accepted that contract to do work for the Order. Even the guild boss didn’t like the sounds of it, but the times were changing. Roaming guilds were no longer in high demand now that things were calming down, and I found myself more often than not just barely scraping enough money together to get my canteen filled versus dumping loads of cash on the hottest women or best liquor I could find.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I gotta admit, Rita and I got pretty close then, but she never liked the idea of settling down with a guy, so it was always a night or two together, then back to business until the next time we were both in the mood.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　So with a great deal of hesitation, and a little bit of regret, I laid down that trusty little sword I had saved and taken so many lives with, and picked up a lance of the Order. The pay was good, but the job sucked ass. Oh man did the job suck ass.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Stand guard here, guard this door. Nobody besides the Overseer and his guests enters, understand? UNDERSTAND?!. Good. Don’t move, keep an eye out for intruders, but don’t move! We’ll be back in six hours to relieve you. If the Overseer, his guests, or anyone of the magistrate comes down this hallway, you act as if the Chief God himself is walking down these halls. Understand? Good, and most of all, NEVER OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Damn those days were terrible, but again, the pay was good. It was around then that I started to really think about saving up to move to a nice town and settle down for a while. I made enough in my first two weeks of the month to cover everything I needed and then some, so the last two to three weeks were always pure bank.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　And then the promotions came. As others left, were transferred or... Well... Forcibly retired by hostiles, higher up positions opened up left and right... Positions that needed to get filled by people like me.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　It wasn’t but another two, three years later that I was out in the field again, traveling to towns and doing deeds ‘for the greater good of all mankind.’ Or some other horse shit PR the higher-ups claimed, even as they bled taxes from the poor while offering so little in return. It never dawned on me how badly some of these people could reek of hypocrisy, taking the money from one man with one hand, while he slaps the ass of the man’s daughter he’s fucking with the other.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　To be honest, I’d have given anything to go back to my days of being a mercenary. At least then I’d be able to show that girl a good time after I actually did something to help them. All the Order’s guards ever did was walk around the towns, collect cash and taxes, occasionally put the scare on the monsters or people in the area, and go home with their spoils.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　It was humiliating.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I’d take humiliating over degrading though.... And nothing is more degrading than being used as a scapegoat to take the punishment for a superior’s fuck-up that’d cost him his job. I was never thrown under the wagon for a promotion, so I guess I can be happy enough for that. But damn if I wasn’t thrown under it TWICE to save some stuck up, shit-eating asshole from losing his job.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Twice in less than six months I got thrown under the wagon to save a superior from getting his ass reamed by one of the Overseers. Order-appointed Mayors or Governors if you will, rulers and representatives of the Order that pretended to do the jobs of Mayors or Governors of the various regions of the Empire.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　It wasn’t long before I found myself back in that same hallway standing like a suit of armor on a rack holding a lance in one hand, and my dick in the other it felt like. But that was life in the mortal world. Pawns get sacrificed for kings, and nobody bats an eyelash at the blatant cover up done to make it all look plausible that it was my fault.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Again.... Oh well. That’s how I ended up meeting Serena. Yep, I met her first if you must know. And damn if she wasn’t the most terrifying thing I’d ever seen in my entire life as she came barreling down that hallway like a giant flaming, speeding train straight out of hell. Her feet left scorching flames on the rugs she ripped apart with each kick of her legs, and anything even remotely flammable burst into flames if it so much as came within a few feet of her.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　If you had told me then that that thing was my future wife, and that I’d be going down on her and fucking her brains out until she screamed my name every night, I’d have laughed so hard through the tears of fear I had running down my face and called you the best lair in the world about to die.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　And die you would have. The guard to my let took the blunt of her force when she shoulder-checked him through the door. I’m beyond convinced that given the denting and impact marks on his armor, that he was dead by time he hit the ground. I mean.... Seriously her shoulder put a six inch dent into his breastplate... You don’t just survive a six inch crater to the chest.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I however, was still alive, but thankfully, none of her concern.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“WHERE IS MALINA!?” The hellhound screamed at the men inside.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I peered in to see the situation. I had always been charged with the protection of this room, and told never to go in unless summoned. Of course, I was never summoned into it but that was because I was just a hired guard.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I should have suspected no less. Inside was something I swore I could see out of the deepest pits of the demon realms. Bondage tools, chains, whips, what looked like.... Like a horse-shaped chair with places to shackle arms and legs to.... I mean, I had met some pretty kinky women in my years working as a mercenary but damn, this guy wasn’t fucking around.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　And in the bed with the Overseer was what had to be three or four other men and women, and something chained down on its arms and legs on the other side. I couldn’t quite make it out, but it was pitch black and furry... Kind of. Her skin was jet black and I knew it was a her because I could see plain as day her pussy pointed right at me since she was chained down on all fours.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The other hellhound must have seen it too because she seemed to erupt into an inferno of rage, charring the carpet she stood on, “GIVE ME BACK MY SISTER YOU SICK FUCKER!!” She screamed before the Overseer pointed right at me and began barking orders at me.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The fuck was this guy thinking?! This. Was. A. Hellhound. A pissed off one at that! You don’t fuck around with these things, and you sure as hell don’t try to solo one. Shit, I’d sooner arm wrestle an Ogre or Baphomet.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Whatever the scrawny piece of shit said took some aggro off of him though, and that fury found its way to me. With the hellhound looking right at me, I had no choice but to ready my shield off of my back and hold up my lance. I wasn’t exactly a proficient lancer, but damn if I wasn’t about to try if the alternative was death.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Did you know about this?!” She hollered at me, pointing to the half-naked man scrambling towards the other side of the room.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“The hell I did! I was just told to guard a stupid ass door.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“And you never bothered to ask what was on the other side of the door?!”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“I’m a damn paid sword, I’m not paid to ask questions. I was paid to guard a door, so that’s what I was doing. What was on the other side of it is none of my business.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The hellhound didn’t seem to take too kindly to that last bit, and lowered herself, “My sister was gonna get gangraped on the other side of that fucking door, and you didn’t so much as even think to ask?!” She took off towards me like a cannon.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Sister...?” I asked, accidentally dropping my shield low enough to reveal my entire face.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Have I said I was an idiot before? Because I’m not. I’m straight up fucking retarded... Like, strap a helmet on me and put me in a straight-jacket kind of retarded because with a pissed off Hellhound charging at me, what’s the first thing I do?

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;">

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I lower my shield.

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<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Yep, good job Jerichow~!

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　It was over in the blink of an eye. There was a pissed off woman... Then there was a fist. Then there was black. Not the black of her fur that indented my face and sent me flying back, but the black of being dead for two days apparently.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I woke a handful of days later in the infirmary to find out my skull had been cracked through my helmet and that my heart had stopped for a few minutes before they managed to resuscitate me. I also woke up to find out that a few of the Overseer’s personal guards had been called in after me to deal with the Hellhound, which to my surprise, they did with only three of them.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　You really can’t underestimate the power of three Grand Templars.... Born and raised to fight. Trained by allied monsters to use magic, and damn good with just about any bladed weapon you put in their hands. I sparred against one once..... Once. Never again.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　It was another day before I was allowed out of the infirmary and put back in my post. Only now I knew what those fuckers were doing inside there. I watched as they walked up. Bureaucrats, Nobles, businessmen, government officials.... All with their gleeful shit-eating grins painted across their faggoty faces.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I knew what they were here for. The sudden appearance and capture of two Hellhounds followed by the sudden massive influx of high-ranking guests? If you told me it was coincidence I’d have shoved my lance up your ass and piked you to the ceiling with it and called you a chandelier. I knew what they were here for, I could hear the screams now every time the door was opened or the hallway was silent.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　They were relentlessly gangbanging the one that stormed in the days before. I could hear her yelling out in protest early on in the day, and as the hours passed and new guests came and went, yells of protest switched to restrained moans until finally by the final hours of the night... You could tell she wasn’t holding back her pleasure any more.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The only thing was.... Guests typically left in higher spirits than they came in. Not this time though; a few left with a bit of a limp, which was weird because they weren’t limping when they came in. Did some of them throw out their hips? It’s possible, but I did sneak a glance in one time and saw that they had her chained down on all fours with a cock-ring in her mouth. I have never once asked her what went on, and I doubt she’d have a problem telling me if I did ask, but it’s something I prefer to leave in the past where it belongs.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I paid it no mind to what was going on until about a week later when I was told I’d be getting tried for the damages the Hellhound caused. At first I thought it was a joke. I mean, she came out of practically nowhere and rocked my face in with a single punch. But after the guard handed me the scroll with the orders for me to pay back in full all of the tapestry, carpets, polished stone, and pottery that had been broken, I had almost wanted to cry.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　It was more than I had saved up the entire time. It was way more. Like... Ten times as much as I had saved up, and I’d saved up enough to buy a good sized house in a town close to a central hub city. I mean I wasn’t rich but damn if I wasn’t proud of the thousands of gold I saved up these last few years.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　But now it was all gone.... Because that piece of shit didn’t want to pay for it, and he needed another scapegoat. With the scroll in my hand, watching the guard apathetically walk away as if this was just business as usual, I had decided, today would not be business as usual.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I knew where the other hellhound was being kept. I was part of the guard that had to check up on her from time to time, so on my time off, I headed downstairs to the dungeon. With a not-so-small donation of gold to the guard, I had paid him off to make him think I was coming down here to fuck the Hellhound or one of the other monstergirls we had stored down here. It wasn’t uncommon practice, I’d actually done it a couple times before when we had a Lamia or Manticore stored down here. Let me tell you, the phrase “Tail pussy is best pussy” is no fucking joke, that thing can suck your soul out of you when you get her going.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Damn was he in for a rude ass awakening this time though. The fucker was so enthralled by the gold I handed him, he didn’t even bother to notice that he handed me all of the keys to the dungeon instead of just the few to the girls we were allowed to.... Make use of.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The walk to Malina’s cell was a quick one, she was kept shackled to a set of enchanted chains that no amount of strength could break. I would know, I had to question an Ogre chained to some one time, and no matter how hard she struggled, they never broke, even if she strained two or three muscles in the process. Fucking that tight pussy afterwords was a real treat, let me tell ya.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“You awake in there?” I ask to the two tiny flames in the corner of the room, the silhouette sitting crouched in the corner with her knees up to her chest. She doesn’t answer at first, “Hey, I know you probably hate me right now but I wanted to ask you some things... Some.... Unofficial things, off the record.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Why should I talk to you?” The meek voice asked.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　A hellhound.... Meek? No wonder she was captured.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Because right about now I have as much of a bone to pick with the Order here as you do, and I’m sick of hearing your sister get gangraped day in and day out.” I say, but a quiet whimper is all I get back in response for my cold and bitter tone given the topic at hand, “I’m... I’m sorry.” I start, removing my helmet and putting it down on the chair next to me, “My name’s Jerichow, what’s yours?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“....Malina.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Cute name.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Flattery gets you punched in the face.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“How about honesty?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“A kick to the balls...”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“I’d deserve it... Still, I’m uh...” I sigh, scratching my head, trying to think of the best way to word things, “I’m not exactly supposed to be here talking to you right now, you know.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“So why are you? Why don’t you go upstairs and go fuck my sister some more? Or are you bored with her and wanna take a girl’s first time by force? Does that get you sick fuckers off mo--”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Come on!” I shout, pounding the door, “The fuck did you get that idea from!? Huh?” I huff a breath of hot air out and do a quick circle in the hallway. This wasn’t exactly how I wanted this conversation to go considering what I had planned later.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Listen... I’m... I’m trying to think here. The Overseer... The Order... It’s about to fuck my life over worse than I think I’ve ever been...”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Oh really....” The sarcastically unenthusiastic voice asked from the darkness.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Let’s just say I’m being held responsible for the shit your sister did to the castle earlier this week, and it’s going to put me so far in debt that if I can even manage to have a kid, their grandkids are going to be debt-ridden for their entire lives.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“And this concerns me.... How?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“I have a deal for you...” I say as I shake the keys in visible light of the door for her to see. The jingling and sight of the keys sparks something in her, and I see the silhouette get up, and quickly she makes for the door but is stopped just shy by her chains.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　What I see freezes me. Standing in her full birthday suit is quite possibly the single most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes upon in my entire life. She stood only a couple inches shorter than me, her skin was a glossy, smooth, jet black and adorned on those marvelous, gargantuan tits of hers were two rosy red nipples perked up and ready to suck on.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I didn’t get a full shot of much else below her waist but damn were her abs sexy as hell too, not at all a fully defined six pack but more feminine and smooth with curvy tone that dipped down less than an inch to where I saw the faintest bit of solid black bush of her pussy.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Recovering myself after she gives a quick cough, I re-gather myself, “I’m... I’m sorry.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“So what’s this deal? You wanna fuck me and for that you’ll help my sister go?” She asked, but I decline.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Actually... To be honest, I just want you all to create a total shit-storm and cause so much chaos that you and all these other monsters can escape from here. The castle borders the north-western corner of the city, so you can escape that way and avoid all of the guards and the town. It’s also not far from a pretty thick forest that you can disappear into.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Why would you do this?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Because I want to escape too...” I say, but the sound of chuckling kind of irritates me, “What? You think it’s funny?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“No.... It’s just the whole, I wanna escape too thing sounded funny... I’m sorry.” She apologized and her tone, though I was mad, I could tell she was genuinely apologetic.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Also... Your sister coming for you... It reminded me of something I did a handful of years back for my sister.” I accidentally let my somber tone out, and Malina catches on in a heartbeat.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Did she get turned into a monster?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“No...” I start, “That was Estelle. Turned when she was no older than ten... She’s a Devil now. Outside of that I’m not sure. My other sister Mina... She was in a town that got attacked.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Did she survive?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Yeah. Only because I managed to get there in time.” I cough a few times to clear my throat, “Sorry, I know this may seem to have nothing to do with you but... When I saw your sister and heard her screaming for you... It reminded me of myself back then. When I think of that desperation I felt, looking for her.... I don’t want to be the bad-guy here causing you this kind of distress. I never did.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“So why work with the Order?” She asked plainly.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Money. This world can’t make it a single day without it. You need it to do anything.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Sucks to be you.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Why?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“You guys are ruled by your money and your political overlords... In the Demon Realms, we do what we do day in and out because we like to.” She steps back when the sound of the keys unlocking the door hits her ears, “So, why help a monster anyway? Aren’t you Order guys like, super-anti-monster or something?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Real soldiers of the Order are. I’m just a hired sword. I’ll fuck a monster the same as I’ll fuck a human woman if she’s available.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“So... Did you... You know? With my sister?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I calmly beckon her to raise her hands up so I can unlock them while I fumble with the keys looking for the same one with matching purple glyphs, “No. Like I said, I’m just a contracted sword, they wouldn’t let me watch even if I wanted to.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Sounds like they treat you about the same as us then?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Pretty much.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“So.... Wanna get the hell out of here then?” She asks as I finally get the right key and start fumbling around with getting her cuffs unlocked.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“That’s the plan.” I start, “So, do we have a deal? I’ll show you right where your sister’s at and we can break her out, then go our separate ways. Those three guards will probably not be too far off, so we have to be quick.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Deal... But if you die I’m not coming back for you.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I attempt to unlock the cuffs while I give my best, but probably still worst cool response, “I don’t expect you to.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I see her simply roll her eyes and smile while looking away as she hold her hands out for me to unlock her shackles, of which I finally succeed in doing. She is the first out of the room, mostly because I am worried she may do something now that she’s free, but aside from rubbing her wrists, she does little more than stand outside the doorway, “Any day sweetheart.” She gestures towards the other doors, “Unless by ‘all these monsters’ you mean just you an me?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Smartass...” I joke back at her, and quickly cough a couple of times and raise my voice a little, “Alright, everyone here listen up!” I start, “I’m going to be unlocking your cells, and unshackling any of you that are bound. I’m no longer with the Order, so I’d appreciate it if you don’t tear me apart the moment you get out.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I hear some voices mumbling about incoherent topics, but alas I sigh, and begin unlocking the doors. It takes all of five minutes and soon everyone is out of their cells. Manticores, Wolves, Lamia, Harpies, all manor of monsters are in attendance. I quickly go over the plan, and with a nod from everyone, I inform them of the fastest way out of the castle into the forest.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　With Malina right behind me, I head back up the stairs with just her for a moment and meet up with the guard. He is counting his money with a wide grin on his face when he looks up to see the hellhound right behind me. Naturally he goes to speak up, but with a gesture to ‘shh’ I get him to calm down.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Wanna earn some more money?” I ask, dangling another wad of gold coins in my fingers, “You stuff these in your armor. She knocks you out, and you wake up tomorrow a rich man who doesn’t remember what you saw. What do you say?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The man takes all of the time it takes to launch up to his feet and hold out his hand, “Gladly.” He states and stuffs both bags of coins into the utility pouch on his belt.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Milady...” I gesture to Malina who cracks her knuckles, and with a nod from the guard with clenched shut eyes and fists, takes a full right hook to the side of the skull. He is out by time he hits the ground. I would know, I ate one of those myself the week before.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I give a quick whistle down the cellar and call for the girls to come back up.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“You’re not gonna take the gold back?” Malina asks, but I must have given her this sort of haphazard offended look, because she just puts up her hands and apologizes, “Sorry...”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“I’m not going to be a dick. I hate the Order, not the people that are contracted to do its dirty work. Any way, James is a good guy, a little lazy but otherwise has a heart of gold.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“And a wallet full of one too.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Indeed.” I laugh and moments later, we make a break down the hallway. It’s late evening, so thankfully the majority of the guard is in their quarters or the mess hall. Any guards we come across are typically dealt with quickly by the Harpies or Manticores.

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<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The hallway to the door I had guarded for years felt so much longer now that I was charging down it rather than standing at the other end of it. Two other, poor assholes were there, Tom and Jim. I knew them well, but didn’t like either of them, so when they readied themselves for Malina and I, I hardly felt the slightest pity for them when two Manticores piked a couple of their thorns in them and flew off with their ‘meals.’

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The door exploded open with the two of us crashing through it, each of us taking a door with our respective shoulders.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Inside, I just shook my head and smiled at what I saw. There was the Overseer with Serena, just as I knew the two would be in here, but damn, if I knew what I’d be running into? I’d have just casually walked my happy ass to this room and brought a beer or two with me.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　There in the room, with a plethora of winded, seemingly paralyzed men and women sprawled across the bed, floor, and bondage machines, was Serena and the Overseer at the horse-looking one. Not hardly surprising except for the fact that the Overseer was strapped down to the horse and Serena was.... She was.... Well, I don’t know how else to put it except for that she was ruthlessly fucking him in the ass with a polished marble strap-on.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　My jaw hit the floor about as fast as Malina burst into laughter.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Oh my god sis!” She cried between her laughter, Serena finally stopping her assault of the Overseer’s ass to look over, “Why was I ever worried about you?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Malina?!” Serena ripped herself out of the Overseer, unlatching the apparatus and running over to her sister, whom she must have given a Titan’s strength hug to, “Oh my god you’re okay!”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Yeah, nobody came down to my cell this whole time.... Were they....”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Up here.” Serena mumbled through some quivering lips as she brushed Malina’s hair from her bangs, “I... I had to let them. I told them... They could have you if they tamed me...”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“And they were stupid enough to fall for it?” I ask, interjecting on the two. Malina laughs quietly while Serena gives me a death-glare that I’m sure at the time took years off of my life, “Sorry, just... Anyone who’s anyone knows you can’t tame a Hellhound. It’s impossible.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Yeah, well they were determined to try.” Serena barked at me, then turned to her sister, “Who the hell is this?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Jerichow.” Malina gave me a quick look, then back to her sister, “He set all the monsters free and brought me here so we can get out of here.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The Hellhound, a good inch or more taller than me, gives me a highly skeptical look up and down before snorting her verdict, “Whatever...”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Serena!” Malina shouts, startling her sister, “I’m serious!”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Alright, alright, I believe you, I believe you... It’s just... This little shit was the one that--”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“That you rocked the hell out of in one punch who was ‘guarding a door.’” I jokingly finish, “I remember... Thankfully. You managed to stop my heart and crack my skull by the way. I hope you’re proud.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　She nonchalantly gives me a lazy look over with her eyes, “You’re still breathing...”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“You wound me....”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Guys...” Serena states, tapping our shoulders, then pointing behind us. From the other side of the room came the reasons I wanted to get out of here quickly. From the doorway came the same three Grand Templars slowly marching into the room to see what had happened.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　It takes them all of a few seconds to recognize the situation and ready their weapons, “Shit....” I grumble, “And that’s why I wanted to leave quickly...”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Think we can run?” Malina asks, but Serena was not the slightest bit interested in that plan.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Oh hell no I ain’t runnin’...” She growled, breaking free of Malina’s grasp and walking towards the three, “You! Fuck face! Yeah you with the sword, get your haughty ass over here. I’m gonna fuck you up so bad for what you did the other day!”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“What did he do?” Her sister asked, looking between the guards, me, and her sister.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Fucker stuck me with a manticore’s barb when I came to get you. Was the only reason I failed. Damn venom threw me off balance and before I knew it I had a cock up my ass and pussy and some chains around my wrists.” She cracked her knuckles, and let me tell you, if you’ve never heard a monster crack their knuckles before? It sounds like bones are breaking. Their bone structure in their hands is almost twice as large and several times harder than a human’s so when those joints crack? They seriously fucking crack.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“The one with the sword is mine, you two can split the others.” Serena stated before taking off into full sprint, leaping over the Overseer still bound to the horse sculpture and tackling the Grand Templar into the ground behind the other two.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“You any good at fighting?” Malina asked me before charging forward herself, “I hope so anyway, come on!”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Shit.... Here we go. I mumble to myself, and from my side, I do not draw the lance the Order had issued me. No, I draw my sword. The same sword I smite the hell out of evil with a thousand times before.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Unhinging the cumbersome, frail chest plate, I let it drop to the stone floor with a loud clang, earning me the attention of the third guard with a lance and shield himself, “You and me huh?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The Grand Templar remains silent.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“That’s right, they taught you just to fight and kill didn’t they?” I unhinge the shoulder plates from both of my arms and let them fall to the ground, sliding my gauntlets off as well before unbuckling the plates of armor over my legs.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The Templar slowly walks towards me, giving me what had to be a moment to prepare before he thought he would skewer me to a wall like the traitorous heretic he thought I was. Perhaps that was his undoing, because once the two of us were ready, shit got real.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The fighting styles of a Grand Templar are predictable, but often times hard to counter because of their incredibly tight defense. However, you fight as a mercenary long enough, you learn to use nifty tricks to your advantage, such as the tried, true, and perhaps most cliche of them all... The Chandelier drop.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I didn’t cut the rope to my left, no, that would have been too obvious and he would have been able to dodge it. Any cliche or predictable attack or maneuver needs something to spice it up. A distraction. One such distraction coming in the form of a shoulder plate of armor kicked into the face of said Grand Templar.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　With the moment I had, I simply tugged at the knot to my left, releasing it from the anchor and letting the large metal and glass flaming piece drop onto his head. It came with a satisfying crash, and in his confusion, I wasted no time jumping into action.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　When I fought a Grand Templar last time, it was in an arena environment for the nobles to watch the new recruits. It was like a sports event to them, they made bets on us, how long we’d last or if we’d even survive. Here? Dirty tricks were allowed, and I made use of them right out of the gate.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　A dropkick to the right hand sent the Templar’s lance flying, and recklessly, he threw his shield down at me, but as close as I was, it wouldn’t do him any good. A shoulder to his leathered abdomen sent him lurching back a few steps, giving me a moment to ready a trust.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　But Grand Templars don’t need weapons, not to kill humans. He raised his hand and forming in the center of it was a white pentagram with ornate monster glyphs.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Fucking hell!” I shouted in my thrust, whipping my body back as hard and fast as I could before the bolt of light crashed into my face and would have certainly killed me.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　On the ground, I had no time to recover before a massive boot slammed into my chest and knocked the wind out of me. I coughed up spats of blood, it came down so hard, and before I could recover, the thick edge of a shield came down right on my throat, pinning my head down.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I swear it could have crushed my windpipe, but killing me seemed to not be his goal, at least not with the shield. He seemed more concerned with how the Hellhounds were doing, watching Malina and Serena actually successfully dispatching their opponents, he kept his shield on my neck while he raised his hand again.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I couldn’t scream or yell. The wind was knocked out of me and I had a shield that weighed a fucking ton on my throat. I watched Serena latch onto the back of the Templar and rake the claws of her feet deep into his unarmored back. If it wasn’t for the blood, the scream alone was telling enough that she did fatal damage.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Malina on the other hand, as meek as she might have been in that cellar, was no slouch herself, hoisting the large frame of the Grand Templar up in her hands before dropping him down on her knee. I could hear his back break, and his body go limp on the floor.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　That left only my opponent whom I was, needless to say, having issues with. Both women looked over as I made the best grunting shout I could to warn them. It wouldn’t be enough though, the Templar’s hand was up and the spell was lighting up, I only had a second or two.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　So I did the best I could, I grabbed my sword, and holding it upside down in my hand, I threw it as hard as I could into the Templar’s leg, piercing between his shin and thigh armor, cutting right into his leg.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　He let out a loud shout of pain, and did as I hoped he would. He turned his attention away from the two Hellhounds.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;">

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　He turned his spell on me.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;">

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Anchored to the ground, there was nothing left for me to do but take the blast of kinetic force right to my chest. Armor plate or not, magic spells ignored any armor that wasn’t specifically enchanted with its own magic to reflect these spells, and so there was nothing to stop it as the blast broke ribs, ruptured organs, and practically liquidated the tissues in my chest.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The blast didn’t knock me out at first, no. That was reserved for the second blast he put into my chest, as if the first wasn’t going to kill me anyway, he had to rub salt in the wound. Whatever, the Hellhounds were already charging across the room at us and he was turned entirely to me.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“You lose...” Is all I manage to blurt out through the blood in my mouth before I black out, watching Malina tackle the Grand Templar into the wall to my left, raking her claws across his back, Serena tackling him at the knees.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　What they did after that, I have no idea, my vision went dark and the last thing I knew of that room, was the taste of my own blood.

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<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I woke up some time later, somehow still alive but clutching to strings at best. My lungs had been cleared of blood but breathing was nearly impossible through all of the bruised tissue and broken ribs, and I could feel through the throbs of pain throughout my body, my organs were still too far gone to heal.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　What I did notice though, was we were outside in the moonlit night. It was a cool night, mid summer. We were on a trail and there were several monsters around us. Some of them I recognized, some of them seemed unfamiliar to me.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Come on, don’t give up on her now.” Serena said as she caught sight of me now conscious and awake, albeit barely.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Jerichow?!” I heard Malina ask, then her face came into view from above, “Oh my god, you’re awake!”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I tried grumbling something, but I couldn’t, my vocal cords wouldn’t make a sound. Were they damaged in the fight? It’s likely, with the size of the shield that got smashed down on my throat, I was surprised it didn’t break my neck or crush my windpipe.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Malina, I’m not sure he’s going to make it all the way there.” A woman stated, coming into view. She was a Succubus.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Of course she was. The last thing I get to see in m life is one of those fucking things...

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“He has to make it...” Malina whimpered, a few others giving her a bit of a surprised mix of expressions on their faces.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I know right? A Hellhound about to cry? Mark your calendars. I think while the Succubus kneels down next to me. We must have been on a wagon or something similar, because I could see trees moving in my peripheral, even as the Succubus took up the majority of my sight, using a tiny bead of light from the spell to shine into my eyes.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“His eyes aren’t dilating or responding very well. He doesn’t have much time.” She continued to check various other vitals on me, using spells I could only imagine were medicinal in nature to check on me, “His internal organs... They’re... I don’t even know if she can help him, Malina. You may have to--”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“I’m trying anyway, okay?!” The girl’s voice was a sad mix of despair and anger. I didn’t hear much after that. Breathing was too difficult and I could feel my mind slipping as the oxygen I was able to get into my system wasn’t enough to sustain me. That was the last memory I had of being human. Dying.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;">

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The next week or so was a bit blurry, mostly because I had just become an Incubus, but also because I had also basically been brought back from the dead too. So yeah there was that too. Apparently the body doesn’t take too kindly to being dead for a while. Who’d have thought?

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　When I woke up, apparently three days later, I was in a city... Les...Lescatie? I think that was the name they gave it. Was some big hot-shot city or something. Was a huge, important place for the demons, and I found out why.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The fourth princess, fourth daughter of the Demon Lord, Druella lived there. And apparently that’s who I was brought in to go see.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　You see, it takes an awful lot of magic to revive a human body, like... An absolute, metric, fuckton of power; and typically only a select few monsters in existence that have the power to do it. To name a few, only Lilim, Shirohebi, Ryu, and Nine-Tailed Foxes are known to have this kind of power at their disposal, and it just so happened to be, Serena knew a friend, who knew a friend who lived in Lescatie who could ask for such a thing.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　And this favor did not come at a small price either. I was spared what may be the most glorious method of repayment of sex to replenish the spirit energy used on you with the woman that revived you, but instead I was asked to reveal everything about the Order I had learned in my tenure with their ranks.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I coughed everything up. Not just because I hated the Order, but the way she smiled at me, the way she reached out and just ran a fingernail across my hand sent shivers up and down my spine in ways I never knew was possible. Something about her just made me want to give her the information, even though I knew I’d never in my life have the chance to have her, even once.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I just didn’t care.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I hated Succubi, I still do. But by the mother of hell herself, would I give anything to have Durella for just one fucking night. Oh. My god... Skin as pale as a ghost, smooth as the finest silks, hair as white as the purest, freshest fallen snow, and eyes that could burn a hole through you and you’d love every moment of it. Not to mention those thighs and tits... Unholy sweet hell, I’m pretty sure just running my tongue along her thighs or side of her tits would make me blow a load so hard I could shoot it through a shield.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　When she spoke, I shut up, even if she wasn’t talking to me. Even if I was in full blown conversation with Malina or one of the other monsters in the room. The second I heard her voice, mine came to a halt until she went silent again.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　So, sitting in her room with just Druella, Malina, myself, and two of her personal Greater Succubi guards, out came everything I knew. Troop movements, typical placements of battalions, names of several higher-ups, and which Overseers had more power than others. Locations of checkpoints and how to get around them, names of Guild leaders that could and would give her more intel on the Order than even I knew.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Druella just sat patiently, staring me down with that sweet, but seductive smile tapping her finger on her knee or the table as she took everything I said in. I never once thought she wasn’t paying attention either, which felt like reward enough. Man I felt like such a virgin again in front of her, it was almost shameful until I realized how much I enjoyed it.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　When it was all over and done, I was granted a reward. One I will never in my life forget. For all of the information, including where captured monsters were, as well as my efforts to free the ones that I could, she rewarded me not with Incubisation. That came with my revival.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　She rewarded me with a kiss.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Even now I still just sit back, smile, and let the memory play itself back through my head. Because, you see, that kiss? It was more than just a kiss, and I’ll tell you why.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Druella is a woman unlike anything or anyone you will ever meet in your life, and I’m not just saying you won’t find a more gorgeous, fuckable woman than her, that goes without saying. I’m saying she can do things no other woman can do, and in that kiss she proved that fact.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The entire time I was speaking to her, I was inundated with ideas of what she’d feel like, what her lips and tongue might taste like, or what her nipples felt like in my mouth. I couldn’t not think about it, she was a Lilim, and that’s just what their presence did to you.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I lost count of how many times I envisioned what her pussy might look like, or how sweet it had to taste, and at this point in time, looking back on it, I honestly think Druella might have some sort of mind reading telepathy.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I say that because while Malina only saw that moment when Druella kissed me, what she didn’t see was that Druella sent into me an entire night’s worth of my wildest fantasies with her. They weren’t real, sadly, but I can still recall with vivid, crystal clarity every single memory she gifted me with. I can still recall every detail down to what it felt like to push her down on her bed, grab her legs by the back of her knees, and throw my face into her pussy and suck and lick on that hot, wet, delicious taste of heaven like my life depended on it as she ran her fingers through my hair and pulled me harder into her when she came in my face.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　It was glorious.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I may not have gotten her for real, but I’m perfectly okay with that. A guy like me doesn’t deserve the kind of reward she was gracious enough to give me; but I’ll take it, and I’ll cherish it every damn day of my life, no matter how long it is now.

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<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Malina, Serena, and I were bid farewell the following day, and rather than take a caravan out of Lescatie to the nearest town, a team of Demons and Summoners, as well as Druella’s personal General, a Baphomet, opened a portal to the seventh realm of Hell.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　We cannot stay in the real world of the living, and a lot of that has to do with me. My body might have been revived, but it will not recover for a handful of centuries. I was dead, plain and simple. They brought Druella a corpse and said he could give her a plethora of information regarding the Order that would help her expand her mother’s territory and seize key locations if she could revive him. I don’t know the details, but from what I heard, it was a good bit more difficult than expected, so I’m still thanking my lucky stars that the information I provided was sufficient to repay her.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　But still, you don’t just bring someone back to life and expect there to be no consequences. I don’t generate spirit energy in the mortal world because I’m too weak. I need the naturally occurring dark and demonic energies of the realms of hell to restore me fully before I can come back; and there is no place on the planet, even the Demon Lord’s own city, that can provide that dense and rich of energy. Plus, even if it was good enough in the Demon Lord’s city, I’m not a selfish enough asshole to take away from what’s hers.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　So off to Hell I went with my new wife. Yep, Malina, my wife of exactly one night of insanely ferocious fucking. I was claimed the night before we left by her, when she still adorably thought I might go my own separate way. That night in itself really wasn’t anything too much to write home about except for the fact that Malina was a virgin, and she threw those hips of hers down and around like a seasoned veteran of cock-riding. Maybe it’s just a Hellhound thing but man did she bleed me dry.... Six rounds straight. Jeeze...

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<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Fast forward about ninety years now, and here I lie in this big ass lush bed with Serena dozing soundly on my right, one paw tucked under her body and another stretched across my chest. I don’t care how terrifying she can be at times, she is arguably the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon, seeing her sleeping like this in my arm, holding onto me.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The temptation is too much, and I brush my left hand through her hair, taking a moment to curl around the back of her right ear and run my hand the rest of the way down her luscious mane. I do this for probably the next five minutes, maybe more before she finally rouses from her sleep.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Watching her slowly open her eyes and blink the drowsiness away a few times, I greet her, “Mornin’ beautiful.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　She blinks at me a couple more times, then with a weak groan, slumps herself back down onto my chest, her cheek rolling up and giving me a clear shot of her adorable morning face. She remains like this for another five or so minutes before lurching her back end up, keeping all four paws on the bed, and stretches out. I can hear her bones pop and muscles stretch out as her ass reaches ever farther into the air until her legs are nearly at a full extension. Then she lets go and flops down back onto the bed like a rag doll, bouncing twice before landing half-gracefully back upon my chest, making herself comfortable again.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Better?” I ask, feeling her snag my right hand and place it back onto the back of her head where I slowly work my fingers around through her hair. If Hellhounds could purr... I swear she’d be a roaring v8 engine by about five minutes in.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Mmm-better...” A few more minutes passes by and I feel a paw pad its way onto my chest, a single digit swirling around my pectorals, “How long was I out?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Twenty minutes, like usual.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　She gives a quick sniff and a ‘hmm’ as a response before adjusting herself on the bed, leaning herself up closer to my face. Once she is close we both turn and our lips meet. At first it’s a few quick pecks, but a lick of the lips later and the next kiss is deeper, and the hand that was on my chest finds its way up to the side of my head where it gently grabs hold.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　My own hands do not remain idle either. Taking the back of her head in my hand, I hold her head close while our tongues swirl around and that warm, wet feeling of her tongue and saliva slowly makes its way into my mouth. With my left hand I start off on her left hip, grazing it with my palm and fingers, reaching back and taking her right ass cheek in my hand and squeezing.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Serena gives off a sensual inhaled moan through her nose, and she sucks my tongue a little harder, making my already waking member jump a little harder and grow a little more. My hand does not stay on her thigh for long, and soon finds its way down between her legs, passing by her own hard mast and sliding two fingers straight down and into the wet folds of her pussy.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Another, louder gasp from her nose tickles my senses, and soon her hand disappears from my head and latches onto my cock, stroking it again while her left hand replaces the vacancy her right hand left behind. It isn’t long before her leg is hoist high into the air, her hips rocking forward and back, and the sounds of our foreplay and making-out dance across the walls of our room.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Serena is the first to lose her patience of course. I could feel her already beginning to approach a small orgasm with just my fingers. Her body always sucked on my fingers like she was trying to milk cum out of them if they were my dick, and it wouldn’t be too long after that she’d grit her teeth and a gentle suck became an industrial vacuum.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I swear sometimes.... It was almost painful blowing a load inside a Hellhound that’s cumming. If you ever wanna know what it’s like, imagine taking an onahole, gluing it to the tip of a shop vac, and turning it on as you let loose. Now imagine it’s attached to a pair of hips that keep rocking back and forth for two minutes while she rides her climax out on you.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Ah god damn it.... Enough of this already.” She grunts as she pulls herself from my mouth, yanking my fingers out of her and hoisting her luxurious onyx body on top of me. Her weight pushes us down further, but it only excites me more, and I find my hands gliding to the tops of her thick and round thighs while she works my rod under her.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Hellhounds almost never like sex gentle, and that includes the first penetration. Serena always liked it a little rougher than usual, and as typical of her, once I was lined up, she didn’t just lower herself down onto me. No, that’d be more Malina’s style.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I simply give Serena a nod when our eyes meet, and with a single thrust as hard up as I could, and her hips down as hard as she can, we damn near rattled the windows with how loud the clap was when our flesh collided.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Ugh! Yes!” My wife hollered, immediately bucking down forward, pinning me down with her massive black furry paws over my shoulders, “Fuck me!”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　No acknowledgment, no ‘yes ma’am’ or anything of the sort, it was an order she wanted carried out now. So being the good husband I was, I waited only long enough to time my thrusts with hers, and on that first thrust, I sent her frame back up as hard as it’d come down.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Our thrusts rocked the king sized bed’s frame, and the creaking from the joints probably carried loud enough through the walls that our neighbors heard us. I kind of feel sorry for most of them; and since we live in a nicer condominium we had neighbors on nearly every end. Our neighbor to our right and his two Lamia wives certainly did have us beat stamina wise, but it was a challenge hearing when they were doing it. As well our neighbors across the hall from us, a well-endowed incubus with three wives, consisting of a Devil, a Witch, and her Familiar probably had nose-bleeds nightly since our bedroom was basically attached to the same wall as theirs. Though I had to admit, for having such a tiny body, that Devil sure can take it rough, even Malina was surprised the night they shook the picture frames on our walls, the Devil screaming for her husband to fuck her more and harder. Of course, Serena had something to say about that, and as if it was a challenge, she reciprocated the wall-shaking with a bit of my help.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　But then there were our neighbors above. Ho-ly-shit. A single incubus husband and wife that out-fucks us by orders of magnitude. The guy’s an incubus, about three hundred years old and doesn’t look a day older than the most badass, manliest fucking forty you’ll ever see in your life. And the lady that leaves even Serena questioning just how hard a couple can fuck is an Ogre by the name of Avaritia.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　We shake walls. They shake the damn building it seems like sometimes. It’s happened a couple of times that the three of us were in a pretty frisky mood, and were drowned out by what we’re guessing is Avaritia and her husband trying to kill each other and calling it sex. It’s just a theory, but they swear otherwise.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Still, I could care less how any of our neighbors go about their business, and I could care even less what they think when they hear any of the three of us going at it, especially when I have Serena taking the top and going to town like she was now.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　That tall black frame, long locks of black messy hair, the intoxicating moans and pants she gave off, and those twin black moons bouncing about with every wet clap of our hips made me want to fuck her deeper and deeper, if only to be connected with her more.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Grabbing her hips tighter, I anchor myself to her and with each clap, each repetitious thrust of our lust, I nearly risk bruising with each thrust I send her back up with. Serena doesn’t speak, she is moaning her exhales out too hard to do anything else, bellowing them straight into my face letting me feel the scorching heat of her body temperature in the air she coats me with.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I can see below her that even though her pussy is being thoroughly pounded and no doubt pleased, she is probably conflicted with having her other half untouched. Without words, I take a hand from her right hip and pull her head down, forcing her now to grind her pussy down on my cock while I suck the saliva out of her mouth, but I don’t swallow it.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I could feel and hear Serena’s confusion in her motions and breaths, but once I have enough of what I wanted in my mouth, I let her off and push her back up. Again, she doesn’t speak, but watches as I let the half mouthful of our mixed spit and cum out onto my hand, and then take that small pool of viscous lubricant and grasp a hold of her cock with it.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　She lets out such a satisfying moan when I do too, and I feel her pussy clench as her cock pulsed in my hand before I even got the chance to start stroking. But giving her a handjob while fucking wasn’t my plan. Instead, with my one other hand, I ripped my shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it to the side, exposing my own bare body.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　She watched me lather the lubricant across my abdomen, and then do the same to hers, making for a nice and slick surface before using both hands and pulling her down on me, sandwiching her cock between us.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Her ass feels so good in my hands, even while I pull them apart exposing her pussy and ass to the open air. Though, I know I’m not the only one feeling good now. Serena’s gasps keep getting harder and harder, and by now her hips were no longer able to keep still, and so I knew it was time to finish this round off.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Pulling nearly all the way out, I whip my hips back up into hers and pull her body forward after my cock kisses her cervix, slicking her cock across our bodies and making her thrust into me. A few thrusts later, and Serena is familiar with the motions, rocking her hips forward on her own and rubbing her girth across our bodies while I do the work of pounding her pussy from below.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　It wasn’t long before I felt her body winding up to cum. With both of her hands clenched around my shoulders tight, her hips thrusting hard against our bodies, and her pussy sucking on me again, I could feel the end coming like an inevitable light at the end of a tunnel.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Except this whiteness wasn’t a light, it was lightning from us cumming. With my fingers sunk deep into the flesh of her ass, I thrust up into her as hard as I could the last few seconds I had before I could feel my balls wind up and let loose that first load of cum into her pussy, gushing inhuman amounts of liquid spirit energy into her waiting depths.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I wasn’t the only one cumming either, and in hot jets pulsing out between us, I felt Serena’s release coat the few millimeters of space that managed to remain between our slicked bodies. Each moment between when her pussy squeezed and sucked me in, I whipped my hips down and back up into her again, and let it suck another load of cum out of me. And in turn, each time I released more inside of her, she released more onto me until we both finally collapsed after the last twitch and drops of cum dribbled out of us.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Shit...” I heard her moan while she rested on my chest, “That was.... Such a dirty trick...”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“You know you loved it.” I huffed back, my hands still rubbing and squeezing her ass. I was still locked and loaded to go another round, and my cock didn’t feel any less energetic or sensitive than it was before I came.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Still....” She swooned, sitting back up and taking a look at the hot mess she made out of the two of us. I could see on her face what she was about to do, with the look in those glossy black and ruby red eyes, she licked her lips once and leaned down, helping herself.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　It tickled, but it felt good feeling her tongue trace across my chest and abs, lapping up all of her own cum off of me. She enjoyed the taste, clearly more than I did, and stopped a couple of times to lick it around in her mouth before swallowing it down.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　It made me so hard inside of her, I couldn’t keep still, and slowly ground myself around inside of her, feeling my cum and her pussy juices mix together before the walls of her pussy could absorb what I’d shot into her.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I didn’t want to cum, at least not in her pussy this time.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　A finger slowly traced down the crack of her ass, and mixed around with the juices before I drew it up and traced it around the entrance of her ass. Perhaps it wasn’t the best time to do it when Serena was taking a moment to tease my right nipple between her teeth, and the moment the tip down to the first joint of my finger slid into her ass, she nipped down a little harder than normal. It sent my finger straight into her ass when my whole body recoiled, and so did hers, gasping while she nearly bit down.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I damn near came that moment, feeling half a shot of cum pulse up my urethra and feed her pussy some more when it came out, “Fuck!” I shouted, taking a hand and pulling her head off of my nipple. A dribble of red came down her lip, but she only noticed once she saw the mark she left on my chest.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Shit! I’m sorry!” She quickly blurted out, looking around for something to dampen the bleeding teeth marks around my right nipple with. I was about to apologize when she suddenly and abruptly shot up off of my lap and hopped off the bed, skirting across the room towards the master bedroom’s attached bathroom.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I waited on the bed patiently, wincing a little when I was dumb enough to poke around the wound with my fingers. Looking at it, she seriously fucking bit down hard, I could pull the skin apart and aside from the small pools of blood forming in the pockets, I could see they were probably between an eight and a quarter inch deep each.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The sound of running water and the cracking open of a new plastic bottle’s top caught my attention, and a moment later, Serena came into the room with a towel half damp on one side, dry on the other in one hand, and a bottle in her other.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Sorry.” She blurted out, kneeling down in front of me and getting to work wiping the red streams down with the cloth, “Shit... I’m sorry.” She grit her teeth and I could see in the corners of her eyes she was trying to hold back another kind of wetness her body produced.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Hellhounds might be pretty hardcore in bed, and they sure as hell don’t back down from a fight or go easy on someone, even if they like them. But it was beyond their nature to flat out hurt someone they didn’t hate, especially their husbands. They were rough, but that’s only because that’s how they showed their love and affection. Yes, some were rougher than others, and as hard as Serena may throw her hips down on me when she gets going, the moment I show any sign of pain, she lets up or stops.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Feeling her wiping me farther up, getting closer to the source of the red liquid, I could still remember the time she was going harder than normal and accidentally pulled up just a hair farther than normal and I slipped out. When she came back down I swear I felt like I was going to die again when my cock got bent all sorts of awkward ways with nearly two hundred pounds of horny Hellhound slamming down on it. It took her less than the time it would take to do a single thrust to rip the E-Brake on sex that night when I let out a genuine cry of pain. You will never see a Hellhound slingshot from their typical dominant alpha female personality to servant-like-beta faster than when one hurts you on accident during sex.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I mean, the injury was no joke. I could still walk, but there was bruising and according to the doctor, there were a few torn arteries in there that she had to tend to individually. Thankfully I was in and out of the doctor’s in only a couple of days, but I was given specific orders not to have sex for at least another week. But even with the doctor’s okay, Serena wouldn’t so much as undress around me for nearly a month, it was maddening and eventually I snapped.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　It was the first time I took her by force, without her consent. Malina was out with her girlfriends doing girl-things, and Serena had just come home from helping her friend out in the gym she ran, training monsters and Incubi on self defense. She greeted me and went to take a shower, but I’d had about enough waiting for her to be okay with sex again, so in the shower when she wasn’t looking, I stepped in and pinned her to the wall, thrusting into her before her entire body met the polished tiles. Despite her protests, her pussy was soaking wet and the way it sucked on me and pulled me in contrasted and contradicted every call she made for me to stop until I nearly drowned her pussy in cum. An incubus not cumming for a month is going to result in some pretty incredible climaxes, and it was four rounds before we even made it out of the shower. Another three before Malina came home, and another three after that before we were all said and done for the night.

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<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I wasn’t about to have to go through the same damn thing again because of another accident.

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<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Serena.” I said, grabbing her hand that was dabbing my right pectoral, the damp red side of the cloth now held to my skin, “It’s alright.” I console, but she protests.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“It’s not... I did it again.” She all but whimpered, dabbing at me again, this time with the dry end before taking a second cloth and damping it with the bottle, “I hurt you again...”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Yeah, yeah you did.” I say nonchelantly, trying to convince her with my tone that it wasn’t a big deal, “It’s not that bad, it was just surprising is all.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　She doesn’t look back up at me, “It’s bleeding a lot...”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Well yeah, veins and arteries in that are--” I stop, seeing her grit her teeth and a couple of beads of water trace down her cheeks.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Ah damn it, she’s really bothered by this. I thought, and took her hand in mine, pressing it into the wound, squeezing the medicated fluid into my wound that began to quickly heal upon itself. My being hurt wasn’t the problem, it was that she hurt me, again.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“I’m not letting you go full-servant on me again for another month...” I warn, but Serena looks down and away, her ears lowering nearly to that of an ironing board, “Serena....”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“I just--!” She tried calling out, but a hand pulling her head back by the hair gently and a set of lips forcing themselves on hers silences her. She protests, grabbing at my hand and trying to push me but her guilt robbed her of any real strength she had. Her lips were mine until I consented to releasing them, but I did not give her a moment of reprieve.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Taking her under the arms, I give a rare display of the physical strength of an Incubus and effortlessly lift her up off of her knees, spin her around and throw her down on the bed behind me, planting both hands into the bed on either side of her head before she opens her eyes.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“J-Jeri-- Leo--”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Shh...” I silence her, a finger on her lips, “We’re not doing this again.” I tell her now, taking my finger off her lips and instead, grasp her left breast. She holds back a moan by biting her bottom lip, so I pinch her nipple and knead it, forcing a moan out loud from her, “I’m not mad at you.” I again say, returning to massaging her breast, taking a moment to lap at her nipple with my tongue a couple of times, sucking on it for a second before looking back up to her, “It honestly didn’t hurt that much, I just wasn’t expecting it. You didn’t react like that the last time I shoved something up your ass.” I say with a smile, going back to down on her nipple while she took her moment to speak back.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Y-Yeah but... I shouldn’t... Ahn!!”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Shouldn’t what?” I ask, moving over to her other nipple.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“I shouldn’t... Have done it anyway....” She gasps, raising and lowering her hand a couple of times like she wanted to do something, but was holding back.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I wouldn’t have any of the shit, and took her pawn in my hand, placing it on the back of my head and making her pull my head into her breast like she wanted to do.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“You know...” I finally say, pulling off of her nipple I’d made a full seven course meal out of, “I keep telling you I don’t mind... And you keep acting like I’m just being nice...” I lean back resting her legs on my own and grazing my hands around the inner and outer thighs.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“But that bite hur--”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Yeah, it did hurt, but didn’t you notice?” I ask, fumbling around with my rod and tapping it around her pussy, swirling it around her entrance and prodding in an inch every now and then. Her body kept seizing up every time I did, like she wasn’t ready to take it inside yet.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Notice what?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I prod into her pussy a little harder, swiping my thumb around her clit to loosen her up a little before she gives way enough and I quickly thrust myself all the way into her again to the base. With her wide-eyed gaze looking straight into my eyes, I say to her with a calm smile, “I damn near blew another load the second your teeth sank into me.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“...!” She just laid there with a half-agape mouth, trying to put words together, but the sudden penetration when she wasn’t ready for it, and maybe even didn’t want it a little sent a minor orgasm through her.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“You see...” I brush her bangs to the side, slowly pulling an inch back and thrusting back into her, taking care not to pull too far out, otherwise her pussy could squeeze hard enough to squeeze me right out of her, “I kinda liked it...”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The look on her face was priceless. The confusion, the surprise, the revelation that came with me wanting her enough to take her even after she had thought I wouldn’t, it was perfect.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“I guess I never told you, did I?” I ask, sliding myself back out of her and climbing over top of her, but not sandwiching myself between her breasts, though a part of me kind of wanted to. I instead held it up for her to see, “You see... I had this run in with a chick once... Kind of a brown-skinned hottie too not too long after I came here...” I stroke it a little, holding it just above her face out of reach for her to suck or lick it, teasing her senses with its thick smell of our sex.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Was a chick that kinda helped herself to me for a while. Brown skin like milk chocolate, kind of green-ish hair and some mean ass eyes...” I described, finally swirling the tip around Serena’s lips until she couldn’t hold herself back anymore and took it in her mouth, “I was out getting some stuff to make dinner with, because, you know I’m a badass husband like that.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Ah-hah” She gasped, licking at the base and tracking up to the tip where she took it as far as she could given our position.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Well, turns out this Girtablilu had some other ideas.” My words caught Serena’s attention immediately, and her ears twitched and she stopped sucking entirely, “Yeah. One of those bitches got a hold of me for a few nights. How do you think I got this monster huh?” I ask, holding my cock up for her again, “I sure as hell wasn’t no nine plus when Malina decided to put a ring on this finger of mine.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“S-so what happened?” Serena asked, slowly getting back to pleasing my member.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Well the official report is she got carted off by guards for abduction, which isn’t surprising. Unofficially...” I pull my member back, kneeling down back between her legs, and lower myself until I’m face to face with her before telling her, “I got kinda hooked on a little bit of pain. It kind of comes with being raped by one of them for nearly three days straight without rest.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“You like it?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“If done right.” I say with a smile, “Smashing my dick down? Not cool, obviously.” I joke, laughing a little at it to lighten the tone. Luckily Serena catches on this time and chuckles a little herself too, “But some teeth every now and then? Oh I don’t think I’ll mind that too much. But if you’re determined to please me in some way...” Serena lets out a gasp and her cheeks flare up red, “I got a couple of ideas...”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　She is silent for a moment, but finally, a faint smile finds its way onto her face and she turns her head away a little, keeping eye contact, “If it pleases you... And you are not lying, and you are not mad...” She lovingly wrapped both arms around the back of my head and kissed the side of my neck before continuing, “Then my body is yours to do with as you please until you are satisfied completely. You can do all you want, as hard as you want. I will not complain or reject you.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“You know my--”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“I can feel it, darling. It is yours to take, do not worry about being gentle and do as you please.” She finally laid back entirely onto the bed and let her arms lay above her head, giving me the sexiest view of her at her most submissive. Glossy black skin and her breasts resting comfortably off to either side, her hair sprawled out around the bed under her, and those little flames flickering with her anticipation would make even an Alp question his sexuality.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I loved Serena when she was assertive and forceful, she kind of conditioned that into me. But I also got such a fucking rush out of her pulling off something like this, even with the head of my cock pressing into her asshole, a hole I’d only had the pleasure of violating once before.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I looked down at it, her pussy juices glistening in the little bit of candle light we’d put up earlier and streaming down onto my cock like she was purposely getting herself ready for me to take her. I kept pushing forward little bits at a time, watching the head of my cock squish against her hole a little before it gave way and I started to sink in. I’d go in and out a couple of times, each time it’d resist less and less until I could easily get the entire head in. Looking back up at her, I see her give me a smile and relax her hips. It was her sign to ‘go ahead.’

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Ho-ho-ho-ho....” I laugh a deep laugh slowly, an almost Hellhound-like grin forming on my face, “Oh my dear lovely, sexy wife.... I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into...”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　She moaned a little when she felt the tip of my cock slide up into her, slowly prodding up into that unfamiliar territory, “Unh... Why don’t you... Stop worrying about what I’m getting into... And start focusing on what this big, thick, hard guy is getting himself into...” Serena’s play on words made my whole cock twitch hard in her hand before I lost control of my hips, and drove every inch straight into the back of her bowels and pressed hard enough her ass lifted up a couple of inches off of the bed.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　She let out a loud moan and grasped hard at my shoulders, “Sh-sh-sh.... SHIT!” She let it out loud, and I could feel her ass pulsing and squeezing me. She wasn’t cumming but she sure as hell felt it, and her pussy squirted her juices all over my waist. I held my place in her for about a minute until her body stopped twitching, and then slowly, I slid back until only the head was left inside, then again, I thrust into her, hilting myself into her in a fraction of the time.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Again a moan, again a little more of her juices squirted out and coated where our bodies connected. Each thrust got a little easier, but never was it as easy as sliding into and out of her pussy when she was turned on. The entrance squeezed unbelievably hard for the first inch or so, and then the rest was really slick and this hole too, sucked on me.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　It was hard resisting. I wanted to fuck her as hard as I could as soon as I could. She told me to enjoy myself, and I was damn well doing just that. Pulling back so only the tip was still inside and feeling every inch that passed while I felt the fire of her insides take me in, I wanted to cum already, but I also wanted to feel her more.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I needed to change positions a little, I wanted to be closer to her when I came. I knew it was coming soon, and I couldn’t hold it back. So I took her hands from my shoulders and pinned them to the bed above her head, “I’m gonna blow so fucking hard...” I gasped before I pressed my lips into hers, forcing a kiss down on her that she reciprocated without hesitation, and locked her legs around my hips when the first small twitch of my cock signaled that I was seconds from detonation. Grinding in her, and pulling only an inch or two out before thrusting as hard as I could into her ass again, I slid my hands under her back and took hold of the back of her shoulders, using one hand to press her mouth up into my neck, “Bite me.” I ordered her between my breaths.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　She seemed confused at first, but my climax was already building up, so I grunted louder, feeling my sack swell before I shot off inside of her, “Bite my neck!” I ordered, and though she might have been hesitant, she knew what I meant. She knew not to do it gently.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Gripping her claws around my back and squeezing the entrance of her ass as hard as she could, she gripped the back of my head with one hand and sank her teeth into the side of my neck like a vampire and sucked like she was necking me.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The force I came with had to surprise even her, given how loud she gasped through her nose when that first load exploded out of me and began flooding her insides. If it wasn’t that, it could have been my fingernails raking across her back as my entire body convulsed and every fiber of muscle in my body seized. Or the fact that I tried saying something I’d planned to say as I came, but all that happened was my throat muscles locked up and my face went red, my short and hard gasps teasing her ears to let her know just how hard I was getting off.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　By time it was all said and over with, I’d felt like I had cum with the force of an entire night’s worth of sex. And perhaps I did too, because I’d never felt so drained after a climax before; it took the strength right out of me. Or maybe that was the fact that I was cumming so hard I couldn’t hardly breathe for a minute? That might be it too.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Serena had finally let me go both down by my hips as well as my neck, and cradled me in her arms for the next few minutes while I pitifully caught my breath and used her as a bed, her breasts making wonderful pillows.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“That was” She started.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“My dick hurts...” I joke, “I came so hard....”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Yes you did.” Serena cooed, still holding my waning member inside of her, “So good you’re already getting soft?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“S-Sorry....” I tried to apologize, but soon found out why sometimes it’s bad to mate with, or marry a Hellhound. From the depths of her bowels, a suction pulled my member back in, and her muscles began undulating me back to life at the same time my wife pressed one of her nipples into my mouth.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　She did not give me a chance to complain, and held my head down for me to suck on it.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Damn this woman, I swear I should have never told her I was the biggest sucker for sucking on a woman’s tits to get me fired back up. But here I was, five minutes later hard and ready to go, albeit a little less sensitive now than the last time.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“You don’t honestly think that’s going to be enough to satisfy me do you?” she teased, pushing me back up onto my knees and turning around onto all fours, “Malina’s not gonna be home for another hour or so.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　A paw reached around and drew my hand around to the front of her, making it grasp onto a familiar hard rod of flesh, “She doesn’t need to know about this thing yet, so you’d better double down and help me get rid of this thing before she gets here.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The things I do for these women.... I think to myself with a smile, using one hand to align my shaft back into her ass, getting the tip back inside, and then pulling her hips back into mine, savoring the feeling of her hole enveloping my cock again. In the other hand I get back to work, getting a comfortable grip on it for her and stroking up and down, pulling her hips back into mine in sync with my own thrusts.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　It isn’t long before she is moaning just the same getting fucked in the ass as she was taking it up her pussy, and thrusting her hips forward and back trying to please both of her erogenous zones at the same time.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I feel her right hand trace over my right hand holding her hip, and her left reaching up and cradling my head into her neck that I tease with a series of kisses, sucking from time to time and even biting down a little periodically.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Her moans are sensual, they’re erotic, and her motions say without words, thrusting her hips back into me to usher me deeper into her, that she wants more of me. But her words sent my eyes into the back of my head.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Give it to me.... Give it to me....” She pleaded, thrusting back into me to please my cock as far down as she could, only to thrust forwards into my hand that pleased her in return. She turned to look at me, a disheveled face wracked with an exhausted pleasure she didn’t want to let go of just yet met my gaze, and drew me in.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Tongue first, then lips afterword. I cradled her tight in my arm, feeling her cock start to swell in my hand. Stroking faster, I knew she was seconds away, so into her ear I whispered, “I love you, Serena.” I could feel her entire chest swell with her gasp, her ass clutched hard on me, and her cock twitched hard, her fingers grabbing tight onto my hand and head, “Any way you are, no matter what you do, I love you.... Now...” I leaned in close, gripping tighter and stroking as fast as I could while I fucked her hips forward so she had no choice but to thrust into my other hand I cupped around the tip of her shaft, “Blow your load for me. Empty everything you’ve got into my hand, I’ll take it all.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“NNNGHH!!” Serena whimpered her cry, holding both hands on the back of my head as she surrendered her last load into my hand. We could both hear it and feel it. Like a water gun shooting hot syrup into my hand I felt her release each and every time her cock swelled and waned. She released so much, I couldn’t keep it all in my palm and felt it spill over and drain onto the blankets below.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　When all was said and done, and the phallus disappeared into a cloud of black smoke, I could feel her body give way back into me, “DarlingJerichow (talk)” She moaned, looking back at me and wanting a kiss.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　But I wasn’t about to be done yet, and I still had a palmful of her release in my hand. I had long since come to enjoy the taste of her release, given how many times I’d taken it in my mouth now, but she loved it even more. So I raised my hand and poured what I had into my mouth, and then gave her the kiss she longed for.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　I could hear and feel her gulping it down, her body shivering when it reached her stomach. My tongue danced around her mouth the entire time, and with both hands free, I held her body close to mine, one hand on a breast and another across the front of her hips.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　With my cock still buried deep inside of her, I pulled my lips away to speak, “Malina’s not gonna be home for half an hour... Think we can make it till then?”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“You keep dropping the ‘I love you’s’ like you are and I don’t think I’m gonna let you stop until you get me pregnant...” Serena moaned, pulling me back in for another kiss, pushing her temping ass back harder into my hips and giving me the go-ahead to keep going.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“You think I should do it for Malina tonight?” I ask, feeling her hips smack against mine, the quiet pops not yet loud as we had gotten going slowly.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“....” My wife waited for a a minute but actually declined, “Nah... I need to train you some more before you try to take that thing on.”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“You need to? Or you want to?” I ask with a smile, kissing her on the back of her shoulder.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Ah...” She sighed a heavenly pleased tone, gently raking her fingers through my hair, “Both... Definitely both...”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Think we should tease Malina a bit then before she gets home?” I ask, and honestly it was a dumb question, of course Serena would agree.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Duh.” My wife looked over at her bag, “Go get my phone, and be quick, I want you back inside me asap...”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Starting to like it huh?” I ask, sliding out of my wife and getting off the bed.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Well your cum’s an aphrodisiac. Obviously when you flood my ass with it, I’m gonna like it.” The hellhound swiped the phone from my hand, beckoning me back onto the bed. I oblige, and slide myself back up into her, both of us stopping what we’re doing for a moment to take a second and feel the other again before continuing.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“So what have you got planned?” I ask, grinding deep in her while she tapped away at her phone some more.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　“Oh, I think you’re gonna like this idea...”

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;">

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Riding on the train, only one stop left, Malina plinked away on her phone, playing her free-to-play RPG.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Ugh... This train is taking forever tonight... She thought to herself, doing her best to keep one leg crossed over the other to hide a towering mast between her legs from showing. The last thing she wanted was for another passenger to see she was a futa, but also she didn’t want them to see just how horny she was.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Damn them for sending me that picture... She grumbled under her breath, pausing her game and pulling up her gallery again, taking a quick glance with her eyes left and right to make sure nobody was able to see the photo as well.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Malina bit her lip, her rod twitching and a tiny bit of precum oozing out of the tip when she opened the image again. The title of it was, ‘Hurry home~! I’m waiting~! XD’ sent by her sister’s phone.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　The image was what prompted her to take the last fifteen minutes off early to catch the sooner train coming home. Malina wanted so badly for this train to be at its next stop already, because what was in the photo was waiting for her at home.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　In the photo, it was a picture taken in front of a mirror of me holding her sister up, buried to the hilt in her ass. Serena had a lewd, lascivious smile on her face and had two fingers spreading her dripping pussy open like she was inviting her to come fuck her taking the picture.

<p class="p0" style="margin-bottom:0pt;margin-top:0pt;"> 　　Oh my god... A three-some... Both of us fucking Serena... Malina felt her dick twitch hard again, Damn it train... Hurry up!! Oh my god!