Chapter 5:
Mitchell's mind whirled at a hundred miles an hour as a terrified silence settled over the plaza. As Mari sat there, swinging her legs, he brainstormed for a way to turn this situation around. Could he use his crossbow? No, he hadn't loaded another arrow after firing at the Dark Matter. His revolver could work, but there were a few issues with that. He had no clue if the girl saw him execute the vampire, so it was possible that she knew his gun meant serious business. She wasn't that far away, so he was confident he could land a shot, but he had no idea what her capabilities were. She said she was the daughter of a Demon Lord, so she had to be powerful. Plus, y'know, she's the daughter of a Demon Lord. Killing her would undoubtedly bring the fury of her mother down on his ass.
As Mitchell was occupied with his thoughts, Iosef bravely stepped forward to confront the girl. "Tenth Born. Why are you here?"
Mari tore her gaze from the American, giving Iosef a slightly irritated look. "I have a name, you know. But that's fine." She smiled again and shrugged. "I was just passing by on my way to Lescatie when a little bird told me there was a town nearby being raided by my sister's forces. Naturally, I was curious, so I came to see what all the fuss was about."
The girl gave Mitchell another mischievous look. "I wasn't expecting to find someone so interesting, though, so I'm glad I did."
Mitchell felt another wave of unease wash over him at the girl's stare. He noticed Zullie step closer to him, and Velvet moved to stand in front of him. They were being awfully protective all of a sudden.
Iosef frowned grimly. "I see. You are on your way to Lescatie? Surely you know you would be attacked on sight?"
Mari nodded, somewhat patronizing. "Yeah, that's true. But it looks like I know something you don't." She smirked. "You know that Lescatie has fallen, right? My sister captured Salvarision. I was passing by to go and congratulate her."
Faces paled as horror and despair fell over the crowd. Arriet and Emilia looked grim and resigned. Mitchell frowned and discreetly tapped Zullie's arm.
"I don't like where this is going," the American whispered. "Be ready to teleport if something happens. Remember what I said about those three." The mage nodded slightly and began concentrating.
"You lie!"
Mitchell looked over to see one of the few guards stepping forward angrily. As he spoke, the hunter realized that it was Mikhail, much to his relief—the man had survived. Mikhail glared distrustfully at the Tenth Born.
"Castle City Salvarision is one of the most heavily defended Order states on the continent! It would never fall so easily as you're implying! Did you come here just to get your kicks in?!" He growled angrily. A woman hurried from the crowd to pull him back, sending very worried looks at the winged girl. Mitchell could only assume she was Mikhail's wife.
Mari looked unphased by his tirade. She hummed. "Think what you want. But do you really have the time to be debating what did or didn't happen with me? Because believe it or not, I actually don't mind if you leave right now. My business here isn't with you people anyway." She finished by staring at the American.
Arriet stepped forward, a tenseness to her shoulders as she stared Mari down. "What exactly do you mean by that?" Mitchell saw that she wasn't the only one who caught the implications of Mari's words. Velvet seemed as tense as a drawn bowstring, looking everywhere as if searching for an escape route. Zullie was standing almost shoulder to shoulder with him, gripping her staff tightly. Emilia shifted anxiously, giving him a worried look.
The Tenth Born unfurled her large wings and pushed herself off of the gate, gently and elegantly alighting to the ground. The crowd of citizens instinctively stepped back at the action. "It means that there's a catch to my generosity. I'm willing to let you all go if he—" she pointed at Mitchell, "—comes with me. He interests me. I'll even go so far as to keep the girls here in town from going after you. You have my word as a Lilim. You're on your own after that though."
Arriet appeared extremely conflicted, and she opened her mouth to speak, but to her surprise, Emilia beat her to it.
"You ask us to abandon a friend because he interests you, and you call it generosity? It seems the tales of your selfish and capricious behavior hold true, Miss Mari." The half-elf gave an angry, offended glare to the girl.
Mari's eyes narrowed. "Please don't ruin my good mood. It won't turn out well for you. If you don't like it, I could always rescind my offer and transform all of you ladies here and now if you want." She raised a hand in emphasis, purple electricity crackling around her arm. "My sister has been dying to get her hands on you, in particular, Dark Silver Tracer."
Arriet gripped Estelle tightly, a trickle of sweat running down the side of her neck. Emilia was filled with anger, and frost formed around her feet.
At that moment, Mitchell realized this all came down to him. No matter what they did, Mari was going to come out on top. Might as well choose the option to save as many people as possible.
Mitchell slowly inhaled before turning and angrily punting a discarded water bucket. It was launched down the street. He ignored his sudden strength, sitting down on a nearby bench. The sudden outburst made a few people flinch, and even Mari raised a brow at the scene.
"Fuckin' goddamn it," Mitchell sighed in defeat. He stared angrily at the Tenth Born. "You want me, lady? Fine. They get to leave now." He gestured to the crowd. "Unless the word of a Lilim ain't worth shit."
Mari gave him a look of approval and smiled. "Of course! A Lilim's word is her bond! Oh, I'm so happy you see it my way!"
Arriet and Emilia gave Mitchell alarmed looks, and even Velvet and Zullie were staring at him with concern. He shook his head.
"I don't see how this is even a debate," Mitchell said with a sigh. "Y'all need to go while she's still in her good mood." He glared at the smiling Lilim.
"But Mitchell...are you sure?" Emilia asked, worried. "You don't have to do this."
"Yeah, I kinda do. Besides, I can handle myself, and I'll have these two with me." He nodded towards Velvet and Zullie.
Arriet looked stricken. "Mitch…I…," she trailed off. The poor girl looked helpless.
The American wasn't having it. "Y'all don't worry 'bout me none. We'll see each other again soon enough, ya hear?" He winked at them and gave his devil-may-care smirk.
Arriet bit her lip, heartbroken. Without a peep, she grabbed and pulled a sorrowful Emilia towards the wagons, where people hurriedly mounted the contraptions. "Come on. Let's not waste this chance he's given us." The harpist's voice cracked.
As Mitchell watched his friends board the last wagon, he turned to the mamano on either side of him, seeking comfort, however small. "Y'all will stay with me, won't ya?"
"Yeah, I'm sticking with you. No getting rid of me," Velvet said, nudging his side.
Zullie laid a comforting hand on his arm and to his surprise, he didn't feel an urge to push it away. "Of course...my dear."
'Jesus Christ. Am I already gettin' Stockholm Syndrome'd?' he thought incredulously, shaking his head.
Mari watched his interaction with an amused, yet intrigued look. Who knows what she was thinking.
They watched as the wagons finally rolled through the gate. Once out of view, they turned to the Lilim, who was approaching with a carefree, happy smile, despite the rising tension visible on the remaining two mamanos' faces.
"Now that that's out of the way, can I have your name?" the Lilim asked, eyes roaming Mitchell's body in curiosity. She stopped directly in front of him, and Mitchell wondered if she had no regard for personal space. Or safety, considering the rigid tension and warning looks the other two were giving her.
"Mitchell Marlowe," the hunter replied curtly. "These two are Velvet Crowe and Zullie." He gestured to the girls flanking him.
Mari hummed as she glanced at them before her eyes widened at the sight of Zullie. "Ah, I know you. You were there when I took over Vamore."
"And you... don't even...have the...courtesy...of staying...to...rule it," Zullie replied, glaring daggers at the girl. Mitchell wondered where all this hostility was coming from. "You...upended my...life. Destroyed my...home...like...you have...so many...others. Yet you...wander...the land...without a...care...like a...flirtatious...vagabond."
'Oh. That's why,' Mitchell thought, frowning.
"Ruling just isn't for me," Mari said with a light shrug, seemingly unphased by the waves of anger rolling off the mage. She placed a dainty finger on her lips in a mock thoughtful manner. "Traveling from place to place, enjoying the thrill of adventure, seeing what interests me, what's not to love? I can't do all of that sitting around and playing queen. Sorry~"
"So because he interests you, that suddenly means you're entitled to him? Well, aren't you just a spoiled little princess," Velvet cut in, eyes narrowed.
Mari's eye twitched and Mitchell immediately knew Velvet pushed a button. Thankfully, before anything could happen, they heard a commotion—people rapidly approaching from the center of town.
Mitchell turned to see a massive group of mamano arrive at the plaza. Each one of them did an almost comical double-take at the sight of the Lilim. A horned horse-woman quickly trotted forward to greet them and Mitchell recognized her as the horse-woman from the side gate.
"L-Lady Marianne! We weren't expecting to see you here, your Ladyship. Should we ready anything for you?" The horse-woman asked, a bit anxiously.
Mari waved the woman's worries away. "No, there's no need. I'm only here because I heard my sister's forces were creating a new Demon Realm and was curious. Now that I have this one—," Mitchell went rigid with discomfort when she leaned on his back, her arms over his shoulders. "—we can move on to Salvarision."
The American was somewhat surprised that Velvet and Zullie weren't doing anything about her sudden proximity, at least until he realized that it was because of the newly arrived mamano. They probably couldn't afford to be seen as traitors who would attack a daughter of a Demon Lord. Curiously, Mari wasn't selling them out for siding with him.
"You smell dangerously good by the way," the Lilim whispered seductively into his ear. Her maddeningly soft assets pressed teasingly against his back. "If you're not careful, someone might eat you up~"
Uncomfortable to the extreme, Mitchell rolled his shoulders to get her off of him. Velvet looked about ready to maul her and Zullie clenched her staff tightly, the ground starting to vibrate and pieces of rock slowly levitating around her feet.
"I see," the horse-woman said, drawing the Lilim's attention. "In that case, would you like for me to arrange some transportation for you, your Ladyship?" She gave the American a curious look, but dared not show interest in a man who caught a Lilim's interest.
Mari shook her head. "I won't need any, but they will." She nodded her head towards the trio.
"Very well," the woman replied. She turned back towards the group of mamano who had kept their distance. "Odelschwanck! Front and center!"
Another horse-woman, a Bicorn, trotted up to the group out of the gathered mamano. She wore a white open-face helm that framed her cheeks and a slitted visor that covered her eyes. Her shoulders were covered by white spaulders that came across her shoulder blade to her neck. She had white elbow guards and white gauntlets. The parts of her arm that weren't covered by armor were covered by a black material, which also covered her hands. Her somewhat armored horse body was a chestnut color, and her tail was black. She held a double-sided lance in her right hand.
"Yes, captain?" The woman asked. Mitchell was not expecting what looked like a literal warhorse to have such a soft-spoken sweet and calm voice. It was quick, but the hunter also noticed that she had slightly pronounced lower canine teeth.
"Since you were so helpful during our raid, you can be even more helpful by acting as their steed," the captain ordered with a slight sneer, gesturing towards the trio. Her mocking, sarcastic tone was obvious to all who heard it.
"On your orders, captain," the woman, Odel-something, nodded. Without another word, she walked over to the trio.
Mari gave the captain an amused look. "Trouble in paradise, captain?"
The captain snorted. "Something like that."
Mitchell didn't get to hear the rest of what was said when the horse-woman drew near. Even at his fairly lofty height of six feet, he still had to look up at her.
"Uh, hello miss," Mitchell greeted with his two finger wave. "I'm Mitchell Marlowe. Sorry about...well, y'know." He shrugged in embarrassment and uncertainty. He was basically being expected to mount and ride this woman's back. He didn't know what social faux-pas' there were in this world.
The woman seemed to understand his awkward gesture, and her lips curled into a small smile. She raised her visor with her left hand to return the greeting, revealing beautiful hazel eyes. "Hello to you too. You don't have to feel awkward. Three people is no problem for me. I am Nelliel Odelschwanck. I'm pleased to meet you, Mitchell." She looked at the other two mamano curiously.
At Nelliel's questioning look, Velvet grunted. "Velvet Crowe. I've seen you a couple of times back at camp."
The Bicorn nodded, but made no comment on it as she turned to the mage. Zullie bowed her head slightly. "Greetings...miss...Odelschwanck...I'm...Zullie. We'll be...in your...care."
Nelliel opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off by Mari's sudden reappearance among the group. "Alrighty! Is everyone ready to go? Good—because I'm ready!"
The Bicorn huffed quietly at the interruption but remained silent. She stepped to the side, giving the trio permission to get on.
Mitchell stepped forward to the woman's side and hesitated. He looked at Nelliel awkwardly to see that she was watching with an amused look. Flushing, he gingerly placed his hands on her horse body's back and hauled himself up, swinging his leg over. As the wolf and mage stepped forward to mount, Nelliel spoke to the American.
"You are adorable," she teased, smirking.
"No, you're breathtaking," Mitchell replied, pointing at the woman.
The Bicorn laughed. "Why thank you!" She gave him a warm look. "But thank you for being considerate. It's sweet."
The American rubbed his neck, blushing slightly. At that moment, Zullie had sat herself behind him and Velvet sat in front of him.
"Now is everyone ready?" Mari asked with a hint of impatience. With everyone seated, Nelliel nodded.
"Of course, your Ladyship," she replied, her voice returning to her calm, measured tone.
"Well then." Mari snapped her fingers, and behind her, purple energy swirled together to form a familiar, levitating, tar-like mass. The difference between this one and the one from before was that this one looked vaguely alive. Small tar-like tentacles wriggled as Mari sat on it. To Mitchell's surprise, a small cat-girl emerged from the ball with a "Nya!"
The Lilim daintily crossed her legs and furled her wings. "Let's go."
With that, the five mamano and one pseudo hostage made their way through the town. After passing numerous lewd scenes of debauchery and degeneracy among the former townsfolk, they finally exited through the front gate, following the road.
Mitchell looked back at the fallen town with a frown. Zullie caught his look and gave him an understanding, comforting smile.
The American sighed as he looked forward down the road. 'Well. I guess it was good while it lasted.'
Mitchell wouldn't say this out loud but traveling with mamano, especially a Lilim, had its own perks. Whenever they passed a mamano on the road, she would immediately back off after noticing Mari. Bandits and highwaymen fled at the first sight of them.
Since the American despised awkward silences and boring trips, he decided to be productive and ask about the world. His companions, especially Mari, were surprisingly helpful, but he had a feeling that it was because she was so talkative. He had learned the name of one of Mari's sisters, Druella the Fourth Born, who they were traveling to meet. Lilith, Mari's mother, lived with her former Hero husband in the mamano capital of Gomorrah, deep in mamano-held territory towards the west. Mitchell was secretly intrigued when he'd heard Mari mention a black sheep in her family. A sister who didn't see eye to eye with the rest of them or something to that effect.
He learned of the Elven homeland of Sylvaria, deep in the wilderness to the northeast and the Dwarven Kingdom of Hammerdeep in the mountains to the southeast, bordering the Alaerron Desert to its west. To his surprise, he heard about the island nation of Zipangu to the far east, which sounded eerily Japanese, and the mysterious Mist Continent to the far northeast, which from what he'd heard about their culture, sounded vaguely Chinese. Mari had casually mentioned that the two far eastern nations were going through some political tension, however.
It didn't stop there, no sir. He learned about the bizarre world of Wonderland, where Mari's sister, the First Born or "Red Queen" lives. From the description, Wonderland sounded like a bad hentai parody of Alice in Wonderland. Dragonia, a nation of dragonkin, he learned was a tourist hotspot of all things and was going through its own fair share of woes. Court Alf, in the Sea of Asuramis to the south, was a nation of seven island cities that had a bloody past. These Venice-like cities were governed by certain Songstresses. Last but certainly not least, he learned about an undead kingdom in the snow to the north, much to his shock. At this point, Mitchell was expecting an underwater kingdom like Fishman Island from One Piece or a sky kingdom like Laputa from Castle in the Sky.
Mitchell was in the midst of mentally sorting out this exposition dump of information when he felt Velvet grinding her rear against his crotch.
"Velvet, please don't do this while we're on Miss Nelliel," he said with a sigh, pushing her forward.
"Y-Yes, please don't," Nelliel agreed, her calm, measured tone coming out as mildly flustered.
"Oh? So you're saying we just have to wait until we're off?" Velvet replied with lidded eyes, smirking.
"There's a time and place for these things, Vel. And now ain't it," the American shrugged.
"Vel?" The wolf woman blinked. Then she smiled in approval, looking back at Mitchell. "I like that. You have my permission to keep calling me that. It's adorable."
Uncomfortable in his current seating position, the American leaned back a bit, right into Zullie's bountiful chest. Instantly, he snapped upright, looking back apologetically. "Shit, sorry Zullie."
The mage shook her head with an amused twinkle in her warm, yellow eyes. "Don't...fret...I don't...mind."
Stuck between two beautiful women, and riding one, the hunter could only rub his neck, flushing slightly. Thankfully, Zullie respected his space and wishes at least.
"As I said, adorable," Nelliel teased him, her gentle hazel eyes shining with enjoyment as her horse tail flicked.
"I know, right? It's so cute watching you get flustered. I could watch it all day," Mari smirked in amusement. She lay on her stomach on her tar-ball, tail swinging lazily as she floated alongside them.
Mitchell quickly surrendered under the combined assault. He patted Nelliel's horse body placatingly. "Aight, I give up. Y'all win this one."
"Of course. We always win, don't you know?" Mari laughed as she petted her cat. It was clear she was enjoying this.
To Mitchell's relief, it was getting dark, so they had no choice but to settle down for the night. They could have continued since mamano had better night vision, Velvet and Nelliel especially, but Mari insisted on resting for the night.
"I need my beauty sleep!" She had said with a pout.
It wasn't long before they managed to find a decent spot to camp out. Mari magicked up a cozy, luxurious tent for herself, and since she was "considerate," she provided them their own separate, simpler tents. Except for Mitchell. And judging from the seductive, hungry look Velvet was giving him, he knew why.
As everyone got ready for bed, they all looked at the duo with blushes of various intensity before Mari spoke up.
"When you're done with him, wake one of them up for watch duty, alright? Have fun, you two~" With that, she slipped into her tent, the other girls quickly following suit.
Velvet turned to him, an eager, lustful look in her eyes. "Are you ready, Mitchell? Because I'm going to make you scream my name."
"Are you ready? 'Cause I'm not the only one who gonna be howlin', wolf girl." Mitchell returned with a smirk. He was unable to stop the eager thrill that shot up his spine.
Velvet purred in approval. "Oh I can't wait for this." With that, she pulled him towards their tent.
*Warning. Lemon Alert. Skip ahead if this isn't for you*
The moment Mitchell entered the tent, Velvet jumped him, pushing him onto his back with eager strength. Before Mitchell could even begin to protest, she straddled him and locked her lips with his, flattening her lovely breasts against his chest and breathing in his scent which drove her wild, more than she already was. Mitchell, elated by her eagerness but also worried for their privacy, patted the girl's thighs before he broke the kiss.
"Jesus, girl, lemme close the flaps first," he said, his breath noticeably heavy after Velvet's desperate attempt to suffocate him.
"Who cares? They're going to hear this anyway. Besides, I want to let them know I took you first," she breathed. Carefully, but without a hint of hesitation, she aggressively tore his shirt to shreds with a single slice, exposing his bare chest. Velvet grinned, but the ripping sound that filled the tent made Mitchell gawk—his only shirt had been eviscerated.
"Damnit, Vel, that's my only shirt," he complained, though his exasperation was mitigated by his excitement.
Evidently, Velvet could tell. "Oh, suck it up, I'll help you get another one. Just let me have this." She tossed away the tattered remains, gazing hungrily at him, a glint in her eye.
"I'll hold you to that. Just lemme get my pants off before you wreck them too," he said, hurriedly unbuttoning his pants.
When he kicked his pants off, his already rock-hard phallus sprang into view, aching for attention. For a moment, Velvet stared at it, mesmerized at the fact that she was the one making it so. Mitchell looked into her eyes, listened to her soft breathing, the small dribbles of sweat that dribbled down the side of her face, and it all spoke of the decadent depravity that was soon to ensue. She stared at him and his manhood like a predator would prey, and in this scenario, the analogy might not be far off.
With every ache, the scent of Mitchell's excitement wafted to Velvet, and she drooled. She leaned in, and her hot breath turned into a tickling, pleasurable breeze on Mitchell's crotch, but all it did was make it ache more. Seeing the effect she had on his body and eager to tend to its dire needs, Velvet pounced. She gripped his cock surprisingly gently, and Mitchell grunted at the foreign sensation of furry paw pads. Then, she began stroking, each pump a slow, eager roll of her wrist meant to induce as much pleasure as possible. As one paw felt up Mitchell's cock, the other gently massaged his thighs, sending tingling sensations up and down his spine, and around his crotch.
While it might have felt skillful, it was entirely instinctual to Velvet. Every move she made was to pleasure her man as much as she could. Mitchell was definitely feeling it—he'd had handjobs before but this was definitely a new experience. He very quickly found out that Velvet knew what she was doing. For the next minute, Velvet continued to stroke him, the lusty glaze in her eyes never leaving her, and eventually, Mitchell's manhood began leaking pre-ejaculatory fluid. Although Mitchell was just starting to grow relaxed, this new factor made Velvet hunger for him, and so she struck.
Without breaking eye contact, Velvet leaned down and gently lapped at the pre-cum on Mitchell's tip with a cute sound, the rough folds of her tongue massaging Mitchell's frenulum, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure down his spine. Mitchell jerked at the sensation, and Velvet cooed at the reaction, moaning as the hunger in her eyes intensified. The space between her thighs heated, and as her desire to have this hard, throbbing cock inside of her spiked, her want of taking Mitchell's seed skyrocketed, fluid dripping from her lower-lips, drenching her pants and eventually the floor. With hot breaths and saliva dripping from her lips, Velvet proceeded to give Mitchell's shaft long, hot, teasing licks from the base to the tip, flicking the frenulum with every motion—sometimes she paused, only to start kissing his tip, sucking out whatever pre-cum he had given her and eagerly swallowing before going back to licking. Mitchell did his best not to squirm under her skillful care, but it was difficult. He let out involuntary groans which only encouraged Velvet to drag her tongue across his cock even more.
Once Velvet covered every inch of his throbbing, swollen manhood with saliva, she pushed herself up and quickly undid her corset, exposing her bosom, which bounced wonderfully, her nipples as hard as steel from her arousal. She tossed the corset aside before hurriedly undoing her belt and yanking down her shorts, which were now drenched to the point of dripping. The smell of her hot, eager womanhood permeated throughout the tent, and one whiff was enough to send Mitchell's arousal to new heights.
Mitchell eagerly waited for her, the cold air against his crotch making him desperate for her touch, and thankfully, Velvet gladly picked up where she left off, leaning down to her prize and drowning it between her soft, wonderful mounds.
"I bet you'll like this," Velvet wagered. She stared the hunter in his eyes, then his own widened. Before he could so much as open his mouth, she began pumping his shaft between her breasts, tit-fucking him with the intent of coaxing as much of his intoxicating semen as she could from him.
Velvet giggled and cooed, staring up with loving eyes as Mitchell clenched his teeth at the overwhelming sensation. "Oh shit…!" He looked down into Velvet's piercing golden eyes and was immediately entranced, for they held a message: tonight, she was going to drain him dry.
With every pump, Velvet's breasts made lewd slapping sounds against his thighs, and soon, it was accompanied by a gentle sucking. Velvet attacked, taking the tip of Mitchell's manhood between her lips as she squeezed her assets around his cock, pleasuring it, cuddling it, suffocating it between them as she sucked, causing Mitchell's breath to hitch and shorten. With every suck, every flick of her tongue, every bob of her head, she covered more and more of his cock in her warm, slippery saliva, and soon she did away with the tit-fucking and was taking him deep into her throat, slurping and sucking relentlessly, making cute 'glug, glug, glugging,' noises every time she reached his base, her tongue flicking out to lick his balls. Every few moments she would come up for air, her lips making wet popping sounds as they left the tip of Mitchell's cock, and Mitchell grunted repeatedly as she continued her ministrations. Saliva dripped from Velvet's eager, hungry lips, running down her neck, and Mitchell quickly felt his release coming.
As he stared into her focused eyes, she never stopped her movements for a second. He reached his hands down to her, seeking permission with a shaky, questioning look. The girl nodded eagerly, and the man wasted no time placing his hand on her head, another gripping her hand, squeezing it.
"It's comin', Vel!" Mitchell warned, bracing himself under her intense assault. The girl's eyes turned mischievous, and they glinted as she sped up, practically throat fucking him. Mitchell held on as best he could, but she was just too skilled.
"Here it comes…!" Mitchell tensed as he felt his release surging, his cock throbbing, but before it came, Velvet pulled back with a teasing pop, a mischievous look in her eyes.
Left high and dry, Mitchell almost whined, aching with extreme want. "What was that for!?"
"Consider this payback for our first meeting," Velvet smirked, eyes gleaming in the dark. "As your punishment, you get to get me off first."
"Fuck! Get over here, you!" Horny as he was, Mitchell wasted no time and lunged at the smug woman, kissing her aggressively. His deft fingers ventured downwards until he found her soaked womanhood, and without hesitation, he pushed his fingers in, invading her snatch. Gooey heat surrounded his fingers, and he fingered her in the way he knew best: his digits twirled and stroked her uterus with dextrous care.
Velvet moaned into his mouth at his unexpected dexterity, and Mitchell felt the walls of her insides clench down on his fingers, attempting to pull him further in. Eager to show her more, he pulled away from her and moved his head down to her large, lovely mounds. Without skipping a beat, he caressed and squeezed her breasts alternately, enjoying their softness and squishiness, repaying them for the way they'd serviced him earlier. Velvet moaned loudly, and Mitchell took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking and teething, swirling his tongue up and down the nipple and around the areola as he continued fingering her, love-juices dripping from her pussy without relent.
Velvet's back arched and she moaned as the hunter alternated between breasts, giving each one the same tender treatment. She leaned back on her now weak arms as he worked his magic, the heat of his body and hers combining, their musk intertwining with their sweat.
Suddenly, Mitchell reluctantly pulled away from her breasts, then started planting kisses down her athletic body. Each kiss was more sensitive than the last, and sent bolts of pleasure down Velvet's spine. Soon Mitchell reached her pussy. He paused for a moment, then without any warning, he dove in, thrusting his tongue into her pussy and tasting her slutty, intoxicating juices. The smell and the taste were astonishing, arousing, and powerful, and Mitchell felt himself losing his thoughts as he devoured Velvet's snatch, making her moan like a legion of ghosts. Each pierce of his tongue was rewarded with a sharp, satisfying gasp, and he vied for more, so he flicked his tongue across her sweet spot.
Suddenly, Velvet tensed, then she wrapped her hands around the back of his head and pulled him in, pushing his face into her pussy and his nose into her pubic hair, tickling him slightly. Velvet arched her back, and with a scream, she gushed, cumming all over his face. Hard as fucking steel with arousal, Mitchell swallowed what he could before eventually pulling back, relishing the moment.
Said moment was cut short when Velvet growled, and she pushed Mitchell to the ground. Without a word, she swallowed his cock whole, going down on his manhood like a woman possessed. Mitchell groaned like he never had before as Velvet sucked and slurped and sucked and slurped from the base to the tip, swallowing with each motion, taking all of his leaking pre-cum down her throat, her tongue massaging his balls with every deep-throat. She moaned, her innate 'glug, glug, glugging' driving Mitchell wild, her hungry, lustful moans clouding his mind, filling him with pure, unadulterated pleasure. Mitchell quickly rose to the edge, and he gripped Velvet's head as she deep-throated him over and over again like a champ, her nose cutely bumping against his crotch everytime she came down. He couldn't even thrust! Under her fierce assault and his still pent-up state, he was quickly pushed over the edge. With a loud grunt, he pulled her all the way down onto his cock, pressing her head into his crotch, but at the end of the day, it wasn't him who held her down, it was her who held him in.
Mitchell's cock pulsed, then he exploded down her throat. His knees instantly became weak, and he staggered, but Velvet refused to let him fall—she wrapped her arms around his legs and pulled him deeper. Mitchell gasped, and his cock pulsed again and again, sending thick, white ropes of hot semen down Velvet's throat, but each time it came, she swallowed hard, pleasuring Mitchell to the point of overstimulation, causing more and more cum to spurt from his manhood. The folds in her mouth and the heavenly warmth of her throat caressed him, and she drained him, gulping down every bit of cum he gave her. When his cock slowed down, she didn't let it, and she began quickly bobbing her head at the very base of his cock, only rising an inch before going back down again. At that moment, Mitchell let out the biggest load he had in his entire life. He didn't know how long it lasted—it could've been thirty-seconds, it could've been a whole minute—he couldn't even speak or moan. All he knew was that he couldn't stop cumming. All he knew was pleasure.
When he finally stopped spurting his white spunk down her hungry, moaning throat, Velvet released his member with a wet pop and gave him a lascivious look. He fell on his back, gasping for air. She laughed mirthfully.
"Holy fucking shit, Vel," Mitchell said, breathing deeply. "I can say that was easily the most intense blowjob of my life."
"Good," Velvet breathed in a daze. She looked at him with eyes that shone in the dark. To Mitchell's arousal and slight concern, her pupils had turned into literal hearts. "You taste intoxicating, you know that? We are definitely doing this again."
"Hell yeah, we are," he readily agreed. Having caught his breath, he looked at her. "Is my punishment over?"
She smirked at him. "Yes it is. You were a good boy. Now come here so I can make good on my promise." She reached out to him with a seductive gleam in her eye.
The American smirked. "Yes ma'am," he drawled as he closed the distance.
"Lay back," she ordered gently. He complied without a word.
Despite having just had the hardest, most ball-draining orgasm of his life, Mitchell's attraction to Velvet, accompanied by the fact that he could see her attraction to him, kept him titanium-hard. He watched as she loomed over him, looking down at him with eyes full of both love and lust, a cheshire's grin on her lips. If Mitchell's dick wasn't already slippery from the excess amounts of Velvet's saliva, then the juices that dripped from her desperate cunt would have lubricated it all on their own.
With one hand, Velvet held one of Mitchell's, and with the other, she gently grasped his swollen cock, lining it up with her own sopping entrance. Her breathing quickened, as did Mitchell's, and for a moment, they locked eyes. Velvet gave him a sultry wink, one that made Mitchell's manhood twitch, then she lowered herself onto him. Her pussy lips easily spread open, taking in and accepting his heat, gripping it. Once she fully eased him in, she rested her taught rear on Mitchell's thighs and crotch, letting out a moan and a breath. Before she even began moving, her sensitive inner-folds rubbed and clenched down on Mitchell's member, bringing both of them pleasure. Finally, they were one.
Mitchell groaned, and Velvet gave a mix between a giggle and her own moan. Then, she began gyrating her hips, grinding on his crotch, slowly at first, then she picked up the pace. Her ministrations continued for a moment, then without warning, she lifted her tight ass from Mitchell's thighs, then plunged back down, practically impaling herself on his manhood. There was a loud, wet plap as her soft flesh met his own, causing the flesh to ripple. Then, she did it again. And again. And again.
With every rise of her hips, the walls of Velvet's pussy clenched, gripping Mitchell's cock, and it was nearly sucked up with it. When she came back down, Velvet's sexy rear slapped against Mitchell's thighs, causing fluid to spray everywhere. Compared to their oral adventures from earlier, the pleasure of fucking one another raw was immeasurable.
Velvet breathed heavily, smiling down lewdly at the man beneath her, and she placed her paws on his chest, caressing it with tender, loving care. Mitchell was transfixed by her, and as she bounced her lovely rear up and down on his pelvis, her breasts jiggling from the motions, he stared up at her and squeezed her bosom, sucking on each nipple.
Before long, Mitchell joined her wild motions, and he gripped her hips before pulling her down on his manhood, meeting her bounces with perfectly timed thrusts of his own, causing her to emit cute girlish yelps that he yearned for, her voice bouncing with each impact. Again, their eyes met, and without words, they conveyed their feelings for one another.
That night, the tent shook back and forth as Mitchell and Velvet made love.
Needless to say, they hardly got any sleep that night.
*Lemon is over. You are safe now*
The next morning, Mitchell woke up groggily to the sound of giggling. He looked over to see Velvet laying next to him, propped up on her arm and staring at him with warm eyes.
"Good morning, Mitchell," she said with a small smile. She seemed quite happy.
"Mornin'," the hunter mumbled drowsily. "Whatchu so chipper about?"
"Oh, just a few things really," the wolf woman replied, not losing her happy smile. "The fact that I just had the best sex of my life, the fact that I have a new Alpha, the fact we're going to do this again, what's not to be happy about?"
Mitchell woke up much quicker at that. "Hol' up. What was that again?"
"The fact we had sex—?"
The hunter shook his head. "Nah, not that. The Alpha part. When did that happen?"
Velvet blinked, tilting her head. "Uh, when we went at it like animals? I only followed the Fourth Born's orders because she's the cause of my becoming a mamano. That was only temporary. What we did last night?" She smiled at the memory. "That was permanent."
Mitchell's mind reeled at the implications. "So, wait, does that mean you're beholden to me? Your 'instincts' or whatever urge you to do whatever I say? I don't like the thought of that, Velvet." He frowned at the thought of anyone being bound to him in such a way.
Velvet's gaze softened. "Thanks for that. But don't worry. It's not what you think. If anything, it only makes our bond stronger. I promise it's nothing bad."
Mitchell sagged in relief. "Thank god. That's a relief to hear. I was worried you'd be a slave to your instincts or somethin'."
"Oh, the instincts are there, it's just not in the way you're thinking," the wolf woman informed, patting his arm. "You want to go wash up? We can go together~"
"Yeah, I'm feelin' pretty gross and sticky right now. Let's get the teasin' over with while we're at it," Mitchell groaned. He gave her a serious look. "Just so you know, considerin' what we did last night, I'm only okay with you bein' the one to see anything. Tell them to mind themselves, aight?"
Velvet smiled wider. "Aww, that's sweet. You don't need to worry about that. I'll make sure they mind their distance."
Mitchell had a sudden burst of boldness and he kissed her. "C'mon, let's get this over with." The wolf woman hummed, her smile widening. Mitchell wondered if all mamano were like this after sex.
As they exited the tent, the hunter braced himself for relentless teasing. He wasn't expecting the girls to halt what they were doing and stare intensely at him—Mari especially.
"Uh, good mornin'?" The American ventured uncertainly. At that moment, he remembered that he had no shirt. Whoops.
Thankfully, the girls seemed to break out of whatever trance they'd been in as Velvet growled warningly.
Mari was the first to recover, and she smirked at the duo. "Well, good morning~ How is the...new...Incubus…?" she asked, trailing off incredulously as her eyes widened. He noticed the other girls, aside from Velvet, staring at him with equally mystified looks.
"Aight, what's with the looks? Y'all are makin' me worried." Mitchell asked, looking around at them all.
"Do you feel anything different after last night? Anything at all?" Mari asked, leaning forward with an intense look in her eyes.
"Uh, no? Why you askin'?" Mitchell said. The way they were acting—as if something wasn't right with him—was starting to freak him out. His only solace was that Velvet looked just as confused as he did.
The Lilim stared at him, utterly mystified, until she blinked and slowly shrugged. "I...just thought you'd be an Incubus after what I heard last night. Normally, staying human doesn't happen after all that."
"Oh," Mitchell merely said, mind spinning at the reveal. He knew there had to be a catch for having beautiful women after you! And he was utterly clueless about it. Apparently, this turning into an Incubus thing didn't work for him? Was it a fluke? Would it happen if he kept "doing it"? He didn't know, but he sure as hell wanted to know before doing that again. He liked his humanity, thank you.
"Okay," the hunter said slowly. "I didn't know that." He reluctantly looked over at Velvet, who had also looked over at him. "I think we should hold off on doin' more since I really wanna keep my humanity. Can ya wait a bit, Vel?"
The wolf woman sighed in disappointment. "Sure. Last night will keep me going for a long while. It tasted so good though…"
At her words, Zullie and Nelliel flushed deeply. Mari rolled her eyes, a light blush on her gorgeous face. "Yes, yes, you had a good fuck. We're all proud of you. Can we go now? I'd like to get there today if possible."
"Uh, no. You're going to wait while we bathe," Velvet denied flatly. She pulled an unresisting Mitchell towards the nearby river. "If I catch any of you peeking, I'll skin you alive! Try and test me!" She called back warningly.
Fifteen minutes later, the party gathered up their things and got underway towards the fallen kingdom of Lescatie.
Four hours of non-stop travel can pass very quickly when you have good company. It occurred to the American that he very well might have actually been Stockholm Syndrome'd. Technically, Mari was his captor, after all, despite being a great conversationalist. He had caught her drawing the surrounding scenery, her group of travelers, and him in her sketchbook she carried around. Apparently, she was something of an artist. A good one too, if the drawings he saw were anything to go by.
Mitchell found himself growing quite fond of Nelliel, though. Her gentle, playful nature coupled with her warrior's countenance quickly endeared her to him. But secretly, she reminded him of Emilia and especially Arriet. He missed them greatly.
They traded idle talk, chatting away as they crested a hill to see a large walled city. The outer walls had to be at least fifteen meters high. He could see that the city was built around a small mountain as well as a small lake, another section of the city elevated above the rest. At the top of the mountain was a large elaborate castle. A large cathedral towered over the center of the city, accompanied by a very large public area. The scene honestly reminded Mitchell a bit of Toussaint from the Witcher series.
"Well, we're here!" Mari said with a grandiose gesture. "I can't wait to see what Ella's done with the place!"
"Mitchell...will...not be...in danger...here...will he?" Zullie asked with a slight glare. She had an arm wrapped loosely around his waist because there was a chance she'd "fall off." Mitchell let it slide because he didn't feel like raising a big fuss about it.
"Well, he's with me so no," Mari replied with a light shrug. "Besides, like you two would let anything happen to him anyway." She smirked knowingly.
"You're damn right," Velvet growled, glaring at the city.
Zullie glanced at the hunter and sighed. There was a blush on her beautiful face.
Mitchell gave them both grateful pats, Velvet on her arm and Zullie on her leg. While his relationships with them were undoubtedly complicated, he was relieved to have them all the same.
"Well, no use standing around! Let's get going!' Mari smiled brightly as she floated ahead. Nelliel looked back at the trio before following the Lilim.
Salvarision awaits.
A/N: My first ever Lemon y'all. Low-key awkward to write but oh-so satisfying. Thank god for Sir Yeetus Deletus. He contributed a fuckton. I'll bet y'all didn't think I'd go in this direction, did ya? Heh. Anyways, hope y'all enjoy.
OH AND BEFORE I FORGET-
Here's a list of the characters from other media I mentioned:
Arriet - Granblue Fantasy
Emilia - ReZero
Velvet - Tales of Berseria
Zullie - Goblin Slayer (Witch)
Melissa - Girls Frontline (Springfield)
Nelliel - Bleach
There ya go. Later on.
