"Ah, Iliasburg," Luka said. "Sonya, remember when we first came here as kids?"
"At the risk of sounding like Alice," Sonya replied. "The food! It was like a completely new world of flavor! Not that Iliasville has bad food, but it's bland. The chefs in Iliasburg use spices!"
"I admit I am hungry myself," Granberia said.
"If we are condemned to second hand semen, we might as well at least enjoy the better human foods," Spider Princess said sourly.
"We're in a town full of men!" Sonya retorted. "Just… go into a back alley or something. Or wait until we get to the Sutherland and suck on one of the higher class men that stay there."
"The Sutherland?" Spider Princess asked with interest. "Don't they have the legendary Ama Ama Dangos?"
"They do," Luka replied, smiling. "You know of them?"
"All monsters know of the Ama Ama Dangos," Spider Princess answered. "The higher class men also intrigue me. If the Sutherland's clientele is so wealthy, perhaps I will find someone of nobility to suck on. I am tired of commoner semen."
"A man's semen doesn't taste better because he is wealthy," Granberia argued. "What matters is whether he is strong! A strong man usually has flavorful semen. Those wealthy dilettantes who laze about all day having servants bring them fresh fruit and imported water must have the blandest semen."
"Speaking of men, where are the men?" Sonya asked. "Where is anyone?"
The streets weren't completely deserted, but the town was very quiet even though it was the middle of the day. Luka grabbed the arm of a passing citizen.
"Excuse me, Citizen A?"
"I keep telling you travelers," Citizen A replied. "My name is Cervantes! Why do all you outsiders keep on calling me Citizen A?!"
"Oh, excuse me, Cervantes," Luka said apologetically. "Can you tell me what's going on here? Is it a religious holiday I didn't know about?"
"Religous holiday? I'm afraid not, young man. There's a very strange monster in the town square, and it's hostile. The local heroes have it surrounded, but it's tough. I think they'll overcome it, though. I just don't want to be anywhere near it myself. I'm no hero."
"Monster?" Sonya wondered. "In the town square? That's weird."
Luka was getting a strange case of déjà vu. He looked meaningfully at Granberia, who seemed intrigued.
"I say we go investigate this monster," Granberia said. "If it looks tough, I'll defeat it and thus protect this good city. The Monster Lord has instructed us Heavenly Knights to do good deeds for the humans so that they will forgive us for the recent war."
"And if it doesn't look tough?" Luka asked.
"Then it shall be time for you to be a hero for the first time by yourself," Granberia replied. "Without the other Luka controlling your body."
The group rushed to the city square to see what they were up against. It was nothing any of them expected. The woman was beautiful. That much wasn't a surprise. Beautiful monsters were a dime a dozen, and beautiful human women weren't all that uncommon either. Except it wasn't even clear that she was a monster. She looked like nothing Luka had seen before, and Luka, through the eyes of his other self, had seen a lot in the last year.
Her human portion looked completely normal except for the hair, which appeared to be made of a type of blue slime. She also carried additional slime with her, as if she was a human existing in a symbiotic relationship with a slime girl. But the slime didn't look quite right. It bubbles and undulated, although Luka couldn't tell if that was normal for her or if her slime was reacting to the threats surrounding her.
The woman was surrounded by heroes, weapons of various types drawn. When one got close, her slime would lash out in warning, and the hero would quickly back off. Luka frowned. Heroes were a timid bunch, more interested in the privileges of being a hero than the risks that came with the job. Many of them "heroically" tried to approach her from behind, but her slime seemed to see them as well as her eyes could, and always backed them off.
"Stay away from me!" she cried, obviously scared out of her wits. "I don't want to hurt any of you! I'm just looking for a little food! I'm so hungry!"
"Hungry for our semen, I bet!" a burly, bearded hero yelled, advancing on her, only to quickly retreat again as a tendril of slime reached for him. "Or maybe you prefer to dissolve human flesh!"
Ah, so that was why the men were so afraid. In a crowd, getting violated wasn't all that scary for most heroes. If one went down due to a pleasure attack, the others would cut her to pieces and he'd be taken to the local infirmary with a smile on his face. But more powerful slimes could dissolve human flesh, which made the heroes' risk tolerance rather low.
"I don't know what I want to eat!" the woman cried. "I don't even know what I am!"
"Yer a monster, is what you are!" another hero yelled, swinging his sword ineffectually at a tendril of slime aimed at his chest. He missed completely, but the woman pulled it back before it made contact.
"That's no monster," Spider Princess muttered.
"No," Sonya agreed. "it's not."
Luka looked over to Sonya, who seemed to be communing with herself, or more likely, the chaos spirit within her.
"Luka, I don't know what that is," Granberia said. "But I recognize the slime. It's not a dissolving slime."
"How can you tell?" Luka asked.
"It bubbles on the ground but doesn't damage it," Granberia pointed out, directing Luka's attention to where slime pooled at her feet. "I believe the bubbles are pleasure enhancers. Given the beauty of her human body and the addition of slime enhanced for its erotic properties, I believe this is a lab creation of some sort. I wouldn't be surprised if that angel scientist had something to do with this."
"She's an apoptosis," Sonya said, coming out of her inner dialogue.
"An apoptosis!" Granberia blurted. "But they were all destroyed!"
"Mostly," Sonya conceded. "But that's only because most of them were created to be more chaos than matter, and the parts of them that were matter, mostly mechanical, couldn't keep them functioning when Luka's power destroyed all the chaos Black Alice had introduced into the world."
"Hmmm…." Spider Princess mused. "And this woman is nearly all flesh and slime. I smell some metal parts within her. I believe her skeleton may be metallic. But clearly her flesh is what provides her with life, and that would have been unaffected by Luka's power release. Interesting. So there are still living apoptosis."
"Yeah, but this one's scared, and sentient, too!" Luka exclaimed. "We have to protect her from these idiots!"
"Indeed," Granberia agreed. "But in her fear and panic, I don't know how successful you will be reasoning with her. You may have to attack her to subdue her."
"I'm sure that's your favored strategy," Sonya retorted. "But we should at least give her a chance to see that she's among friends first. Attacking her won't persuade her of that."
"Does she appear to be among friends, now?" Granberia asked. "The way I see it, we have two choices. Attack the apoptosis, subdue her, and take her out of here where we can keep her safe, or attack these heroes to demonstrate that we are not her enemies. I will take them all out if you desire."
"Luka, the decision is yours," Spider Princess said gravely.
"What? My decision?" Luka asked. "Who made me leader? I didn't even know we had a leader."
"We didn't. Now we do. I have nominated you. I care nothing about this. She is not a monster, she is not human. Therefore, she is not my concern. I would just as soon leave, and let either her or these stupid heroes prevail. But what I like about you, Luka, is that you can never leave things like that. I confess to being curious as to what you will do."
Luka slumped as the eyes of his companions focused on him. Well, I always wanted to be a hero, Luka thought. I guess it's time to start relying on my own abilities. But that didn't mean he knew what to do. He needed time to think, before the situation escalated. He decided to try talking.
"Hey!" Luka called out to the apoptosis. "I don't want to hurt you, either! I want to help! See," Luka said, pulling some food out of his backpack. "I've got food! How about we get out of the city and have a nice, reasonable chat over lunch?"
"That's not the kinda food that monster wants, boy!" a pathetic looking skinny "hero" retorted. "She wants your prick is what she wants!"
"Luka, this is not going to work while those men are accosting her," Granberia murmered. "Either they or she has to be subdued to break this stalemate."
"Sonya?" Luka asked, his eyes pleading with his childhood friend.
"I…. I don't know," Sonya said sorrowfully. "We can't reason with her while these idiots are threatening her. We may have to take her down. After all, there's only one of her and about a dozen of these misguided heroes."
"Then I guess it's what I have to do," Luka said with determination.
Luka sized up his opponent. The slime was clearly the main threat. She was scared, which meant that she couldn't think strategically. She was just lashing out with the first and best defense she could come up with. Luka watched her hold the men off, trying to discern a pattern in her defense. She was quick, far faster than a human. Perhaps Luka should summon a couple of the spirits? While the spirits had stayed with him, he still had trouble summoning more than one. No, he thought. If I use a spirit I might injure her. As it was, he had an iron sword, not the most ideal weapon for subduing an enemy. He had some of Luka's muscle memory in regards to his grappling talents, but that didn't seem very useful against a slime.
Failing to come up with a better idea, Luka did what Luka did best. He charged. When the slime shot at him, he didn't evade, he didn't retreat, he just ran right into it. The crowd gasped as Luka went down, wrapped in bubbling, undulating slime. While the slime wasn't the kind that could dissolve flesh, it quickly penetrated his clothes. He went down, writhing and climaxing.
"Well, that was discouraging," Granberia said.
"Luka!" Sonya cried, rushing to her fallen husband.
That was too close for the apoptosis' comfort. The slime shot at Sonya as well, but never reached her. Sonya's arm changed into a plasma rifle and aimed in the direction of the apoptosis. The apoptosis' slime stopped in midair, inches from the barrel of the rifle.
"Y-you…. You're like me!" the apoptosis stammered. "Do you know who I am?"
"No, but I know what you will be if you don't stop draining my husband!" Sonya yelled. "Get your slime off of him. Now!!! Don't even think about it, assholes!"
Sonya's other arm turned into a laser rifle and she pointed it around from hero to hero, daring them to approach. The heroes now identified her as a threat as well, but were even more afraid of guns than they were of slime.
The apoptosis obeyed Sonya's command and withdrew her bubbling slime from Luka, who lay on the ground quivering, his genitals exposed and his clothes half dissolved. While only some slimes could dissolve human flesh, almost all could dissolve fabric for some reason. Probably an evolutionary adaptation. Had to get to the penis, after all, if they wanted to eat. Eating had not been her intention, however. She had left his semen covering his groin area and chest, uneaten.
"This woman's harmless!" Sonya shouted. Sonya pointed to an insignia on her shoulder. "I am a Priestess of Ilias! This is no monster!"
"If it's one o' them apopkas she's even worse than a monster!" a bystander yelled.
"It's apoptosis!" Sonya yelled back. "And the apoptosis you saw attacking your city weren't conscious beings! They were made from the parts of victims like you! But some of them were capable of continuing to live once chaos was defeated! She's not that… thing anymore! She's a human, just like you, just…. Altered. I'm taking her into my custody. Does anyone wish to challenge my authority in this matter?"
If anyone did, her laser rifle made them decide that her authority was best respected. The heroes dispersed, although the civilians in the crowd continued to look on. Sonya turned her attention back to Luka.
"Oh my goddess, Luka, you're all messed up!" she exclaimed. "You've got jizz all over you!"
"You're not mad, are you, Sonya?" Luka asked, his voice weak.
"No, it's not like you were cheating on me! That was very heroic, if ill considered. It's my fault, though. I should have showed her who I was before you felt the need to go charging in."
"Sonya…" Luka said. "What…. What are you? You're still Sonya Chaos too?"
"No, not really," she said. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you that I retained some of my apoptosis nature sooner. I was going to get to it, I swear!"
"It's okay, Sonya," Luka wheezed. "It's only been a couple of weeks since that whole adventure ended. I understand that you needed some time."
"Forgiving as always," Sonya laughed through her tears. "Now let's get you cleaned up and take care of our very scared apoptosis girl. Spider Princess, Granberia? Hungry?"
"Always," Spider Princess said. Granberia nodded eagerly.
"Well, given the unique circumstances," Sonya said. "I'll let you too lick the semen off of him. Just… don't linger on his groin area, okay? Don't try to steal an extra load by 'accidentally' licking too much down there."
"W-what?!" Luka exclaimed.
"Enjoy it, husband of mine," Sonya said. "There won't be many opportunities like this."
Sonya rose and approached the apoptosis as Granberia and Spider Princess dove in to feed. Sonya didn't like it, but she admired how well Luka was keeping quiet despite two powerful monsters licking him all over. He obviously didn't want Sonya to think he was enjoying it too much. There was a lot to lick off, too. The apoptosis' slime was indeed powerful. Luka had come four times in the two minutes the slime had been on his body.
"So," Sonya said, looking the girl up and down now that she was close. "I'd ask what your story is, but obviously you don't know."
"I don't, honest!" the apoptosis girl cried. "I woke up in a lab outside of this town! I was hungry, and I dimly remembered that cities had food! But people ran when they saw me, and by the time I reached the city center, those heroes attacked me! They said I was a monster! But I remember enough to know I'm not a monster! I'm human! Or at least… I used to be."
"A lab?" Sonya asked, alarmed. "You need to take me back to this lab, for starters. You're clearly apoptosis, and we did encounter a lab where they were being made. There might be others like you, still conscious and alive. Do you remember your name?"
"I do not," she said sorrowfully. "All I know is what the label on my chest says: Vitae."
Sonya looked at the woman's chest. Indeed, there was a small label on her chest identifying her as "Vitae", whatever that meant.
"Well, Luka wasn't lying to you when he said he would feed you," Sonya said. "Let me tell you girl, you're in for a treat. But first let's get out of town. The locals clearly aren't comfortable about your presence here."
Sex is the greatest thing in the world, Elias thought to himself. But I never really appreciated the little things in life before. Such as enjoying the sounds of the ocean, the buoyancy of the water, the smells. Ah, the smells. The southern sea was a wonderful place. The kind of place Elias decided he should visit more often, on a little boat. Maybe he'd take Eden with him, or maybe all three Seraphs. While Ilias didn't consider it wise to get them addicted to human vices, teaching them about the small non-harmful ways that humans made themselves happy would make them better at their jobs.
Elias, taking full advantage of Luka's borrowed power, had simply conjured himself a boat. It wasn't extravagant. The old Ilias would have created a megayacht with servants. But she knew that sea monsters, like most monsters, could feel the presence of powerful magic, and such an exertion, whether of holy magic or Luka's alien power, would scare off every monster for miles around. And while she enjoyed the little things, this trip was also about getting some. So she conjured herself a small rowboat.
How much "some", and what that would entail, Ilias hadn't been sure. Sometimes she went out with a firm plan to find one particular monster. But those quests had been exercises in frustration. As easy as it was to get violated or even eaten, it was a lot harder to ensure that the monster you were actually looking for did the deed. So Ilias decided to be more spontaneous. Get in a tiny, very vulnerable boat, and whatever would happen, would happen. Maybe a lovely mermaid would find Elias irresistible and climb onto the boat for some feeding and mating. Or perhaps one of the larger sea creatures would swallow her whole. That would be amazing. Or perhaps something would drag Elias down to the depths with its tentacles and eat him before he even had a chance to drown. Not that Ilias was taking any chances on such an awful death. It took negligible holy magic to alter Elias so that he didn't require oxygen. As a goddess, she breathed, at least in her human form. All angels did. In every respect, they desired to mimic human behavior. But food, sleep, and breathing were not necessary for fully divine beings, just means to ensure the authenticity of their humanoid forms. Normally, Ilias went for the full human experience on these excursions. She hated pain, but felt that feeling a little bit of pain, whether from muscular exertion, being suddenly grabbed, or roughly handled, was a useful reminder of how humans lived. Bur drowning was a bit much. So that wasn't going to happen today.
Elias had pushed the boat into the gentle waters, having chosen a beautiful, calm day to make the journey. He rowed for miles and miles, exerting his powerful muscles and enjoying the strain, despite the mild pain. Still, this wasn't supposed to be work, so when Elias felt a little tired, he stopped. The continent of Sentora was far in the distance. Since Elias had no intention of rowing back, that was no problem. This ended either with Elias exhausted or dead. Either way, a quick trip back to heaven would follow whatever encounter he had.
An encounter was almost a certainty. It was only a matter of time. Sea monsters were so ravenous that men couldn't so much as jog on the beach without getting raped or eaten. Buying a rowboat wasn't even possible since no one in their right mind would ever row, anywhere. A rowboat in this world was a glorified platter. Meal delivery service for sea or river or lake monsters. That's why Elias had found it necessary to conjure his own.
And yet, Elias' luck was consistent. No monsters attacked him for hours. Elias sighed. Do the monsters somehow know? Or perhaps if they don't know, they sense something not quite right? Was he making it too obvious? No, that couldn't be it. Men committed suicide by monster all the time. In a world where firearms were uncommon, it was just the easiest and painless way to die. Men who lived near the sea and wanted to die simply built a small raft or rowboat themselves, and kept on going until something ate them. Then what was it?
Well, it was nothing to worry about, Elias decided. While it had never been as easy as he'd hoped, his adventures had always ended the same way. Perhaps the monsters simply needed a little encouragement.
Reaching out with his holy senses, he took the quickest of peeks at the surrounding area. Only the most sensitive monsters would notice. He immediately saw that part of the problem was that this area wasn't very dense with ocean life. There were some fish and invertebrates, who were mainly food for each other and mermaids. And there were mermaids around, just none terribly close. Some of them noticed his small use of his holy power and stopped to look around. But he had been careful, and quick. None of them bolted. They had merely paused, shrugged, and then resumed whatever business they had.
There were other, less intelligent, small sea monsters around as well, but Elias hadn't had a chance to focus well enough to see precisely who they were. None of them had noticed his use of his holy power. Well, he thought. Beggars can't be choosers.
Taking out a small blade, he cut a small circular hole at the bottom of his boat. Water began to stream in, but Elias was quick. When he finished making the small hole, he plugged it with his penis to stop the water from coming in. A human probably couldn't have pulled that off. The measurements would have had to be precise to make a perfect seal. But Elias again used the tiniest amount of holy power to adjust his penis to fit the hole perfectly. Lying on his stomach, he waited. If this didn't draw them, nothing would.
Elias could have reached out with his senses to see if any nearby monsters picked up the scent of a penis in the water. But he refrained. First, enough small uses of holy power would definitely make the cautious monsters decide to lay low. Second, he wanted to be surprised. Of course, such a surprise could be a nasty one. While sea monsters wouldn't bite a penis, the local wildlife might mistake it for a one-eyed fish. Yet the risk of a painful surprise actually made it more exciting. And it wasn't as if they could do him permanent damage. The anticipation that the next thing he felt could be incredibly pleasurable or incredibly painful actually aroused him. Although he was definitely rooting for the former.
The ploy seemed to have worked. At first, he'd felt only the tiniest brush of something against his penis. Then, something tiny began to stimulate it tentatively, like a small tongue. Other small tongues joined it. Then what felt like tiny, fishy bodies. A monster, or a school of fish just passing through and taking tiny, toothless nibbles? Not knowing actually made it more exciting. If it was a monster or monsters, their magic was weak. Normally you knew you were being touched by a monster as soon as skin to skin contact was made.
The tiny tongues and bodies were definitely not fish, Elias realized several minutes later. The stimulation, random and tentative at first, became more purposeful. The little bodies began moving up and down his enormous shaft, while the little tongues focused on the frenulum and head of his penis. So monsters, Elias thought. Excellent. But they we weak monsters, obviously. They would probably not be patient enough to lick and rub against him for the hours it would take to bring him to orgasm. Elias was no ordinary, quick triggered male.
Since the monsters were weak, Elias took a chance on reaching out with his holy senses to identify them. Ah, guppy girls, Elias thought. Four of them. Cute little fish monsters, fairies of the sea. They were tiny mermaids, each only a few inches long. They were tough, though, strong enough to barely feel a human fist and too sturdy to crush in a human hand. They fed primarily by slipping into men's bathing suits, sometimes in groups, and overwhelming him with pleasure. If he resisted, it was usually futile, since they could hold on tenaciously and striking at them would do more damage to the man's precious parts than to the guppy girls.
As much as Elias was enjoying the tiny little guppies futilely trying to stimulate him enough to get his tasty semen, he couldn't make them work forever. Sea monsters had a hard enough time getting fed as it was. Since his previous use of his holy power had not been noticed by such weak monsters, he took another chance and adjusted his penis' propensity to blow to that of a normal human. It began twitching more, the guppy girls growing more excited as they realized their meal was within reach. While one of the girls grabbed his base and slid her body up and down, two of them began licking his frenulum as hard as they could. One of them grasped the head of his penis in her arms and licked around his urethra, also using her hands to rub around the giant head. Her breasts felt nice there as well.
And then there were only three guppy girls. Semen exploded out of his penis, sending the guppy girl who had been around his urethra spinning off into the distance. The other three continued to stimulate him until they were sure that he'd finished, which Elias appreciated very much, and also insured there was a little bit more for all of them to eat. And eat they did. As the wisps of semen floated in the water, the guppy girls eagerly sucked it up. It was a lot more in quantity than they were used to getting, and the higher nutritional content would ensure that they wouldn't need to feed again for a month. Elias felt good about that. While not an intense experience at all, it was nice to feed his creations.
Still, he wanted more, so he didn't rise, continuing to lay on his stomach and await something better. A guppy girl flipped onto the boat and looked at Elias, bemused.
"Thanks for the meal!" she said in a high pitched voice. "I'm not sure that what you're doing is very safe, but we're grateful for it."
"You're welcome," Elias said. "I'd get up, but….."
"Yeah, you're fishing," the guppy laughed. "I get it. I imagine you want a bigger catch."
"As a matter of fact, I'd like that very much," Elias said.
"We've got you covered," the guppy replied, winking. "Just hold that pose for a little longer. Ooh, this'll be the greatest prank ever!"
The guppy girl quickly planted a tiny kiss on Elias' lips and leaped back into the water. Ah, guppy girls, Elias thought. So like fairies.
Elias waited a few more minutes, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. And then something happened that wasn't tentative or tiny at all. He felt his entire length engulfed in what felt like a mouth. He felt teeth, not terribly sharp, but still noticeable, at the base of his penis. Panicking, he leaped up.
Exploding through the bottom of his boat, still latched onto his penis, was a mermaid. She looked at him questioningly, her lips still at the base of his penis, his huge cock as far down her throat as it could go. She blinked.
Elias quickly used Luka's power to repair the bottom of the boat so it wouldn't sink. The mermaid squeaked in alarm, but since it wasn't holy magic, decided not to let go of his dick, continuing to reflexively swallow, as if she was trying to get a fish down whole. While surprised, Elias was not complaining. It was after all, one of the talents of a mermaid. Like lamias, they could swallow fish whole, so a penis, even a large one, was no problem.
She gulped a few more times, seeming confused. Elias was also confused, but decided that she could gulp on his penis as long as she wanted. Her teeth were no longer pressing hard into him, since he was no longer trying to escape. She'd bitten down only because she thought her prey was trying to get away.
Finally, she took his penis out of her mouth and stared. She fumbled around, locating a pair of glasses, which she put on her face, and then looked at Elias again.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed. "You… You're a man!"
"You…. Didn't know that when you put a penis in your mouth?" Elias asked.
"Oh, sorry, those guppy girls like playing pranks on me because I'm nearsighted," she laughed shyly. "They told me there was this really big, delicious looking fish with one eye, but they told me it was quick, so I'd better swim up to it fast and swallow it whole before it could get away. So that's what I did. Wow, you're really handsome, mister."
"And you, my dear, are a fine catch yourself," Elias said, flashing her his best smile. The mermaid giggled and looked away.
"I guess I am your catch. It's almost as if you were fishing with that pole. Tee hee."
"Hey, I've got an idea!" Elias said. "How about you pose with me as if I've caught you, and I'll take our picture."
"You have a camera?" she asked. "You must be really rich. I hear that's a new technology. Only monarchs and kitsunes have them."
"Well, I guess I am royalty, sort of," Elias said modestly. "Come, let's pose."
Elias held out a camera he conjured using Luka's power, since the mermaid didn't seem bothered by the unknown power the way she might have been if she detected holy power. Then again, she was nearsighted, so maybe her senses were just generally fouled up.
He stood up and held the mermaid in one powerful arm. She let her tongue loll out of her mouth and closed her eyes to make her appear dead as Elias snapped the picture.
"I'll definitely be keeping this!" Elias said proudly.
"Well now that you've caught me, handsome fisherman," the nearsighted mermaid cooed. "What will you do with me?"
Elias thought about it. While getting mermaid deep throat was outstanding, he'd had enough oral pleasure for the day. And mermaid pussies were supposed to be among the best in the monster world, unbelievably soft and slick. The mermaid laid down in the boat, her eyes inviting. Elias dropped to his knees and straddled her.
"I knew that's what you'd want," the mermaid breathed. "It's what all men want. Well take it, then. I won't resist you. I want it too. I haven't eaten in weeks."
"Well, my lovely mermaid," Elias said, lowering himself onto her. "I consider it my duty to feed you."
"Then do your duty, handsome fisherman!" she urged. "I don't need any foreplay. A mermaid is always wet and ready."
The boat began to rock back and forth, making waves ripple outwards, as Elias thrust deeply into the mermaid, her soft vagina clutching him tightly, but offering no resistance whatsoever as he moved in and out of her as quickly as he could pump. She didn't object to the fast pace. She was hungry, and he was now very horny. Elias dimly heard the sounds of guppy girls giggling as he gave the mermaid everything she wanted and then some. She would never have a better meal than she did today. Elias fed her pussy for over an hour, coming again and again inside her, filling her second stomach as it had never been filled before. As well as giving her unaccustomed pleasures, as each one of his orgasms was matched by her own moans of ecstasy as she too, came again and again.
An hour or more later, Elias looked over at the prone form of the mermaid, unconscious on his little boat, utterly satisfied. He'd never even gotten her name, but Elias guessed that it didn't matter. He was happy, she was happy, and he'd know who she was as soon as he returned to heaven and his omniscience was available to him again.
He had changed his mind, choosing to row back. He didn't want to disturb his partner, who was sleeping blissfully. Dumping her back in the water would have been rude. Besides, he wanted a cleaning and knew just where to get it.
A few hours later, Elias reached the shore and kissed the mermaid goodbye, promising to return one day in his little boat. Not that she'd be able to find him even if he was right next to her, without the guppies to guide her.
This time, Elias left nothing to chance. He conjured himself a small piece of paper and wrote on it, then slapped it onto his back and began calmly walking up and down the shoreline.
Minutes later, a crab girl emerged from the water, having smelled prey. Dirty prey, she thought. He'd need a good cleaning first. She snuck up on the man walking obliviously along the shoreline. As she approached closer, she realized that he was not oblivious at all. On his back was a sign: Wash Me.
Well, Cindy thought. If it's a wash he wants, I'll give him the wash of his life!
"Granberia," Alma Elma said. "We need to talk."
Granberia was taken aback. Alma Elma never used Granberia's actual name, nor did she often speak in such a serious tone. Whatever she wanted to talk about must be serious.
"I'm listening," Granberia said. "What has you so worked up?"
"As I'm sure you know, our Monster Lord is cavorting about with a young man," Alma Elma said.
"I am aware," Granberia replied. "I encountered this boy in Iliasburg and defeated him. I was going to violate him and then perhaps bring him here to be our plaything, but the Monster Lord stopped me. He's impressive. For a human."
"Well, I can't speak to his fighting abilities, since I didn't get to fight him."
"You didn't get to?" Granberia asked, confused. "Did the Monster Lord force you to back off?"
"You bet she did. And she hasn't even claimed this boy! You know what? I think she's in love with him."
"The Monster Lord, in love?!" Granberia exclaimed. "Impossible!"
"I'm afraid it's not impossible at all," Tamamo said, entering the main hall.
"Tamamo?" Granberia said. "I thought you were in Yamatai."
"I was," Tamamo replied. "But I'm here now. The situation is serious. The Monster Lord is behaving irrationally. She must be saved from herself."
"Thank you, Tamamo!" Alma Elma said gratefully. "Wanting to play with a human is one thing. Even looking for a mate, that's fine too. But falling in love with some random guy who spins her a tale of coexistence and supposedly he can't remember anything? There's no way he can be on the up and up!"
"Hmmmm…" Granberia thought. "So you believe this Luka is playing with her, rather than the other way around? Alice is no idiot. She is too clever to be deceived that way."
"I'd normally agree," Tamamo said. "But she has had no exposure to humans. Even the most intelligent people can be fooled by matters of the heart."
"Be that as it may," Granberia said. "What can we do? She is the Monster Lord. She won't let us touch the boy."
"Even the Monster Lord is subject to our laws," Tamamo said. "She has not claimed this Luka. That means that while she can prevent us from killing the boy, she can't prevent another monster from defeating him and claiming him for herself. All you need to do is invoke that law. Then she must either claim him herself, or allow you to face Luka in battle. Of course, he could just consent to your claim and make it easier on all of us, but I doubt he will. He has designs on the throne, not on a mere Heavenly Knight."
"He can't be that ambitious!" Alma Elma protested. That was too much even for her suspicions.
"I've met him as well, Alma Elma," Tamamo countered. "He intends to conquer the Monster Lord, either by force or through her heart. He intends to rule over the monster world using Alice as his sock puppet."
"No!" Granberia shouted. "That cannot be permitted! I will go and defeat this boy again and claim him for myself!"
"Right on, Granberry!" Alma Elma cheered. "But don't underestimate this guy. Share him with us. You're more of a warrior than a lover. We need to make him a slave to us, so that he forgets about any ambitions other than being in our beds."
"Very well. I shall share Luka with my fellow Knights. I recognize my weaknesses. Even if I claim him, I may not be able to break his rebellious spirit with my body. You two are better at that."
"Correct," Tamamo said, smiling evilly. "As his conqueror, you'll get him first, but after that, let us have him. He'll be compliant and obedient just like all of our other human slaves in no time."
"Where is Luka now?" Granberia asked. "I'll face him at once!"
"I can't be sure of their precise location, but they were headed towards San Ilia," Tamamo said. "I'd suggest facing Luka there. And Granberia…. Do not fail. I fear Alice might be trying to get him to contract with the spirits."
"The spirits!" Granberia blurted. "Impossible! They would never contract with a human!"
"You might want to read up on your history, Granberry," Alma Elma said. "They've done it before. It did not go well for us monsters."
"Hmph…. Then I shall not fail. When next you see me, I will have Luka. In chains."
"Oooohhhh…." Alma Elma cooed. "Kinky."
Tamamo smiled to herself as she reentered her quarters. Once away from prying eyes, she transformed. Gone was the cute little loli Tamamo. Replacing it was the lovely form of an Ancestor.
"How did it go?" Sariela asked, revealing herself.
"It went perfectly," Tamamo replied. "Just as you said it would. You must have really studied that book thoroughly."
"My dear fox," Sariela laughed. "The way to defeat an enemy is to know your enemy. I have reservations, however. Is this really punishment? Sure, Luka loses Alice, but Granberia was his best friend, and the other Knights will pleasure him all the days of his life. Seems like a heaven, not a hell."
"It suits my purposes, and if you think about it, it suits yours," Tamamo said. "Luka may have become a pervert, but his heart is still pure. He is in love with Alice. Losing Alice would ruin him. And his life won't be all lollipops and rainbows here in this castle. He'll be a slave, spending his days in labor serving the Heavenly Knights, denied true love forever. He'll never be seen as anything more than a plaything."
"Hmmm…." Sariela thought. "It's not death or an eternity of torture, but I guess it's the next best thing. Even if he does get to enjoy incredible pleasure every night."
"I owe him revenge, and I owe him gratitude," Tamamo shrugged. "This achieves both. By day, he'll be a slave. By night, he'll be pleasured in ways few men can even dream of. And I only said we can't kill him. If you want to come sneak in here and give him your torture sex, feel free. If you think you can get away with it."
"I just might take you up on that," Sariela replied. "At the very least, I'll want to skulk around here invisibly to watch him performing hard labor against his will. And if I know my monsters, the sex won't always be great. What will matter is what THEY want to do, not what he wants to do."
"Exactly," Tamamo said with another evil smile. "Alma Elma can be…. Creative."
"So what happens now?" Sariela asked.
"Now, we go to San Ilia and see our plan come to fruition," Tamamo replied. "Luka stands no chance against Granberia. And this time, Granberia will claim him rather than let him go. There is no one to stop her!"