Author's Note: Welcome back!
Didn't want this chapter mistaken for a prank, so it's slightly late on purpose this time, lol. Hope y'all enjoy! :)
Volume Two: Walls of Meat
Chapter Four: Family Bon(d)ing! (1)
Early the next day, Naruto found himself back in Dragon Tusk Village, his cheeks slightly flush from what he was about to make preparations for, but he was nothing if not a man of his word―something his darker self seemingly took no issue with.
He'd taken to calling this dark side Kurama, since it was basically the personification of his avatar.
If nothing else, though, the former blond was able to take comfort in at least retaining some of his… other self over the course of this corruption… but what a pleasurable corruption it was…
Naruto sighed, his cheeks turning a deeper red at the thought. He really was about to do this… and of course, Kurama was singing his praises, much to Naruto's chagrin. This was the demonic order of things...
The mental images of his baby girls with baby bumps and what their children might look like did not help… the female ones especially.
'Time and place damn it,' he raged internally. 'At least wait until there's someone I can stick my dick into nearby! It's really awkward walking around with a raging boner!' At least the lizardmen―and women―didn't gawk at him for that, but still… It was uncomfortable as all hell.
One of the drawbacks of being so well-endowed, even IR… uh… in his… other life.
That would still take some getting used to.
Pushing those thoughts aside for later, Naruto entered the large clearing that Cocytus was using as a training ground, figuring that Fumiko would be there. It was quite literally the first place he looked. Not only was his girl a certified combat junkie, but she was a dedicated fighter as well… So of course she'd be spending her time 'improving' herself...
He idly looked around the clearing, eyeballing several lizardmen practicing meditation while others practiced edge alignment with fairly cheap swords. Others still practiced various kata or sparring with dummy weapons that weighed twice as much as their real counterparts for muscle building. In all there were 350 of them, hand-picked by Cocytus from the Five Fang Tribe. How many will stick around remained to be seen as there had originally been 500, but they all seemed to be doing quite well from what Naruto could tell.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the clearing Mare sat off to one side, reading a book and occasionally glanced over to check on a team of skeletons as they laid down the foundations for a building Cocytus had requested. Naruto smiled at the memory of the bugman asking if he could have a dojo built. (2)
Realizing that he got distracted, Naruto set those memories aside for now and continued his search for Fumiko… and as his luck would have it, she was there… and her eyes immediately shifted to the tent he was pitching, her cheeks turning a bright red and all but confirming Tayuya-chan's claims about her.
"H-hi Papa…"
"Uh… Hi, honey."
A long, awkward silence filled the air, catching the attention of many nearby lizardmen and Cocytus.
"...Is something wrong, Milord?" Cocytus asked, snapping the father and daughter out of their stupor.
"Not at all," Naruto replied briskly, expertly hiding his embarrassment. Of course, Fumiko sensed it immediately, but didn't comment.
He then crossed his arms and pouted. If in doubt, act like a fool. "But Fumiko-chan's not giving me a hug." He said with a whine, "Is this the dreaded rebellious phase I've heard so much about?"
"Papaaa," the kijo whined before standing up and hugging him. "You're so mean…" She pouted at him.
"Sorry," he chuckled, hugging her back. "I couldn't resist."
Of course, Fumiko couldn't help but notice him poking her―despite being in full gear, no less. It caused her cheeks to burn even hotter, almost igniting.
Grinning out of Fumiko's sight, and willing to tease his baby a bit now that he knew for sure she wanted him, Naruto 'accidentally' ground his hips forward.
Poor Fumiko almost collapsed in his arms.
The youko wanted to chuckle, but the approaching ice giant's presence drew his attention.
"So, Milord," Cocytus began politely, "what brings you here? Is there anything I can do for you or are you just here to visit Princess Fumiko?"
Naruto smiled. "I wanted to inform you that I'll be borrowing Fumiko-chan for a week, actually," he said, hugging the pinkette even tighter, the limp girl's face starting to resemble all sorts of red. "Tayuya-chan insists that we head to Auraguard for a bit and take a break for some family bonding and I couldn't just leave Fumiko-chan out of it."
A light sizzling noise emanated from the pinkette in question as a cloud of steam rose from her head.
Oh, she knew damn well what he meant by "family bonding" and the poor thing didn't quite know how to feel about it... especially if it was on Tayuya's insistence… The redhead in question was as subtle as a sledgehammer regarding her opinion on papa-daughter relations…
Fumiko's cheeks were practically glowing by this point...
"Thank you for letting me know," the gelid bugman replied, giving him a respectful bow. "Will you be leaving immediately with her, then?" (3)
"Not quite," Naruto replied. "I still have some preparations to make, so I'll be back to pick her up tomorrow."
"Very well then," Cocytus replied, before bowing his head and moving back towards the practicing lizardmen.
Once the glacial NPC was out of earshot, Fumiko looked at the dirt between her feet, "P-Papa…''
"Hm? What is it, Fumiko-chan?"
She shuffled in place, before glancing up at him. Her cheeks went red and she glanced away, unable to meet his gaze, "When you say, ahh… family bonding, did you mean…"
"I mean 'we need to address the elephant in the room'," Naruto said evasively, a brittle smile on his face. "Our relationship has become a bit… awkward despite our best efforts and I wanna fix that."
Taking a deep breath, a cocktail of relief and longing washing over her like a tidal wave, Fumiko forced down her blush and nodded. "Th-that sounds nice," she admitted. And indeed it did… she didn't like feeling so uncomfortable around him; putting an end to that would be absolutely wonderful in all honesty…
Naruto smiled and hugged Fumiko tight, giving her a peck on the forehead and making her blush again.
Meanwhile, back in Arwintar, a certain red-haired loli eyeballed the small troop that Jircniv had arranged for her. Given that this was just a scouting mission for now, they didn't need much―just enough for defending against bandits and the like. Before dedicating herself to this mission, Kushina wanted to get a proper grasp on the situation, to see it for herself.
…Of course, it went without saying that Kushina was wholeheartedly faking it… or was she?
She knew that she shouldn't be acting as confidant and self-assured as she was. This was no longer a game, this was reality. They were setting out on a possibly dangerous mission, one that practically promised some form of death and violence.
She should've been a stuttering wreck… but she wasn't.
Of course, Serqet, Andraste, Mito and Mebuki were still with her, as were Jircniv and Fluder… and the redhead was still attracting all manner of attention from the locals as they still had yet to get used to her platekini. The bottom part being a thong didn't help… at all… as a well-timed breeze quite readily showed off her… assets in that department. Nor did her demeanor and how different it was from what one would expect of a girl so young-looking.
Truth be told, Kushina herself was equally surprised that the outfit didn't bother her―or her sensibilities―in the slightest… she'd been quite a sprite in real life, true, but she wouldn't ever have had the courage to go out parading like a slut out of a porno mag… even it she had sometimes daydreamed about it…
What did bother her, however, was having so many eyes upon her, though she hid it well. Weirdly enough, it didn't bother her at the same time…? It was such a… confusing sensation.
Though she definitely flaunted herself at a younger age, Kushina had grown far more self conscious in her later years.
But Boudicca was based far more on her younger self. Perhaps that was why?
Setting those thoughts aside for later, the redhead straightened up, the look in her eyes being that of a woman no less than three times her apparent age as she addressed the soldiers.
"Gentlemen," she called out, starting off with a proper introduction. "I am Boudicca, Warrior-Queen of Castle Godhaven." She then gestured to Jircniv as he watched her with interest. "Your emperor has informed me of your issues with the undead and has requested my help in… alleviating it."
The men all looked at her oddly, some seeming amused. Kishina sighed.
"It would seem that you are in need of a demonstration," she said, plastering on a grin despite her exasperation. "Very well then."
If nothing else, this was a good opportunity to learn just how well these men compared to her…
With that thought in mind, she pointed at one random knight in the front row. "You there. Come here and punch me in the face."
"...What?" He didn't quite know how to react to that.
"Go on," she urged, smirking. "As hard as you can. Right in the kisser."
The knight looked at her oddly before turning to his emperor with a questioning look.
Jircniv shrugged and waved for him to proceed.
Taking a deep breath, the knight stepped forward and hesitantly took a stance. Then, rearing his fist back, he did as he was told and…
CRACK!
"Gah!"
...broke every bone from the elbow to his knuckles. The redhead, meanwhile, didn't even flinch; hell, the damn girl didn't even blink as she just stood there like a fucking grinning statue, much to the shock of nearly everyone watching. Only the NPCS were not surprised, though she and Mebuki hid it well.
Andraste and Serqet were utterly expressionless as they kept watching.
They would've murdered the man on the spot in any other situation.
Mebuki was visibly amused more than anything, but her gaze was drawn less towards the spectacle and more towards the sole female among those soldiers, an obvious mage whom she undressed with her eyes… Even if her eyes occasionally, subconciously wandered towards some of the more brutish men…
Mito, meanwhile, seemed to pity the knight, if only a little, her knee-jerk reaction of offering to mend and aid being offset by the fact he just tried punching Mama! Granted, she told him to, but still!
It was very conflicting…
Staggering back the man clutched his arm, blood seeping through the gaps in his gauntlet.
Kushina, meanwhile, simply approached him and grabbed what was left of his wrist, causing him to grunt and recoil.
"Oh, stop it. What are you, five?" she told him, as if she were talking to a misbehaving child. "Act like a proper man while I fix your booboo." Then, her hands glowed with a golden light and the pain was gone. Then, several sickening pops later, his bones were back in place and the bleeding stopped.
He was all healed up in three heartbeats at most. (4)
"So you really are a paladin," Jircniv commented, giving her an interested look.
"Paladin, cleric, templar, slayer of evil…" Kushina listed, taking off the knight's gauntlet to inspect his arm for good measure.
The knight himself was visibly shocked by her strength as he could do nothing to resist if he tried.
His hand, meanwhile, was still covered in blood, but that was it. He truly was as good as new.
"Among other things," Kushina added, giving the emperor a sly grin over her shoulder, before letting go of the knight and straightening her back. "Now, let us see what's going on at the border, shall we?"
The next day, a rather flustered Fumiko stood before Auraguard, the wooden curtain wall having already been swapped out for a proper one made of stone with a gatehouse and everything. It even had a drawbridge and rudimentary barbican.
For some reason, she could just… sense that this was a turning point in her life and her relationship with Papa. Once she crossed the threshold of the main keep and entered the great hall beyond, there was no turning back. At the same time, though, the kijo instinctively knew that she would not regret it.
Yet still, Fumiko couldn't help but feel… nervous.
Taking a deep breath, she entered the bailey and ventured off towards the keep, having used the excuse that she needed some time to herself to trail behind as Papa entered the castle ahead of her.
She fought off the urge to jump when the skeletal guards lifted the drawbridge behind her, closing the gates and dropping the portcullis while they were at it.
'Deep breaths! Deep breaths!'
Then, she headed up the second ramp, the main keep's draw bridge raising behind her as well, the gates closing and portcullis dropping as she found herself in the entrance hall, yet another recent addition to Auraguard. (5)
Fumiko couldn't help but notice that none of the lizardmen were present, nor was anyone from Nazarick, unless one were to count the skeletons and small squad of death knights. As far as she was concerned, though, they didn't count as said creatures lacked a will of their own, let alone a sense of self.
It made her even more nervous. It really was just them…
"Hey, big sis," Tayuya called out, coming out of nowhere behind her and sauntering up to the barely-older kijo, hands on her hips as she leaned in and regarded her sibling with a leer, "whatch'a so nervous for?"
The pinkette in question nearly jumped out of her skin, her cheeks now bright red. "N-nothing!" Fumiko squeaked as she spun around to face her younger sister. "Nothing, whatsoever."
"...Bullshit."
Fumiko's cheeks only burned hotter at that response.
Tayuya, meanwhile, gave her an unladylike snort as she walked by.
It was then that Fumiko noticed the limp… and the scent. She reeked of semen and arousal! The pinkette pouted, giving her baby sister's backside a flat look. "You were having sex with him before I arrived, weren't you?"
Tayuya flipped her hair, not bothering to turn around. "Of course," she said, sounding like it was the most obvious thing in the world to her. "I like ridin' 'at dick… a lot. And he's every bit as carin' as I thought he'd be. Can't believe I didn't start sooner. Would've married him instead of that bitch."
"T-Tayuya!"
Said kijo glanced over her shoulder and gave her big sister an impish grin. "Don't worry, sis, you'll get your turn too… he's got plenty o' love ta go around~!"
Quite true; she'd been utterly unable to drain his balls no matter what she did, nor how long she did it for… and they'd been going at it since this morning! She was pretty certain that wasn't normal… and damn if it didn't rankle her pride!
The pinkette sputtered incoherently at that. Tayuya snorted again, continuing to walk away with a slight sway to her hips… and Fumiko was quick to notice the trail of white peeking out from under the dress and slowly dribbling down her thighs, contrasting starkly against her baby sister's dark skin.
...She wasn't wearing anything under that dress, was she?
Fumiko's eye twitched and her cheeks burned. On one hand, she wanted to slap the crude-ass ginger, but on the other… she wanted to slap herself!
Realizing that Tayuya had already left the entry hall by the time she pushed those thoughts aside, Fumiko ventured forth to the great hall… and literally the first thing she saw was their father on the bone throne clearly naked from the waist down, his eyes closed as he let loose a deep, guttural moan.
His hands were upon two of Tayuya's horns, using them as handlebars while he fucked her face, the redhead not putting up an ounce of resistance as their father used her like a masturbation tool.
Once again, Fumiko found herself twitching violently at the lewd display.
Tearing her gaze away from it, she looked around to take in the castle's makeover while waiting for them to finish. The floors were still made of wood, but the walls were now of stone, coated in plaster and decorated with murals depicting the 41 Supreme Beings. The furnishings were now much more lavish and even the bone throne got an upgrade, now sporting purple cushions of crushed velvet, the bones now gilded and well-polished with large gemstones in the eye sockets.
Of course, the upgrades weren't purely aesthetic. That throne was now a high-tier magical item with one enchantment in particular proving to be quite useful at the moment, though Fumiko wasn't aware of it quite yet.
Beating down her embarrassment before incinerating it with a flamethrower, Fumiko managed to give her family an unimpressed stare for all… two fucking seconds it lasted. Then, her cheeks literally ignited the air around them as she came to the realization that Papa was nearing his limit. How long had she been standing there, breathing in the raw stench of sex?
"M-must you do… that in front of everyone?" Fumiko grumbled, arms crossed and gripping her elbows as watched their lustmaking.
"Wh-hng-what everyone?" Naruto quirked an eyebrow at her before letting out another groan as Tayuya sucked at his cock harder, as if trying to inhale his cum through a straw ― her personal flesh straw at that ― her ministrations reinvigorated with her sister's presence… and made that much louder.
GLLLCK! GUUUULP! GLLLLSCHK!
Feeling Tayuya's lips pressed against the base of his cock as she took him deep into her throat, the youko grunted.
"A-as you can see, we're the… the only ones here… f-for the most part."
Of course, a pair of death knights stood guard beside the doorway, but theirs was the only other presence in the room. And they didn't really count as one to be honest.
Fumiko twitched again and then averted her gaze, that embarrassment seemingly rising from the ashes in full force. "S-sorry," she muttered. "Just… not sure how to react to this is all."
Naruto chuckled warmly at that. "It… It's fine," he croaked, struggling to keep even the slightest semblance of composure thanks to Tayuya's ministrations, which were far more potent that those of his wives.
She pretty harshly avoided the question when he asked how she got so good… especially in such a short time.
It was probably Shalltear… If he were to guess, she asked the vampire for advice and refuses to admit it. Hell, he'd bet money on it.
And it would be a bet he lost… Truth be told, she was just naturally gifted in that department. The red-haired kijo had to compensate for her lack of tits somehow, after all. Of course, she had a nice ass, but that wasn't the only way she did so; not by a long shot.
And her sister would soon discover that she had a similar talent, once she got some experience at sucking daddy's cock under her belt.
"S-so, I'm here…'' the pinkette said, her arms crossed beneath her bosom as she gathered her courage and looked up at his face. "What now?"
"J-just a… just a minute…" Naruto panted. Then, his thrusting became more erratic, his breath turning shallow and… "Guh~!" He forced Tayuya's lips against the root of his cock, and came hard.
Her eyes widened, and her body trembled, and Fumiko's loins throbbed at the crude display. "D-did you just…?"
"Y-yeaaah…'' the youko sighed, running his hand through Tayuya's hair as the younger kijo audibly gobbled down his load after pulling back enough to suckle at his bulbous tip, making an effort not to let any of it go to waste.
And it was apparently a rather big one, too… taking no less than ten gulps for her to devour, which she did with a delighted moan. Fumiko felt weak in the knees, her instincts telling her to mount the stud before her and bear his young without a second thought, but she barely resisted… for now.
Then, Tayuya withdrew turning to her sister and licking her chops before getting up and sashaying away without saying a word… which resulted in Fumiko getting an eyeful of the spit and cum-covered beast standing between their father's legs, still at full mast and curved slightly upwards, as if to assert its dominance. If the pinkette's mating instincts had been screaming before, they were now a blaring klaxon. It took everything Fumiko had not to drop to her knees and crawl up to him like the cock-starved little slut she was quickly becoming.
And apparently, Papa knew, because he smirked at her, before leaning back into his seat and spreading his legs. And that cock looked so nice and inviting...
"So, how're you feeling?" Naruto asked, figuring he should break the ice… and enjoying the reactions he drew from his creature, who's gaze was laser locked on his prick. "The lizardmen still treating you well?"
Fumiko sputtered, averting her gaze with a sudden burst of embarrassment. "Y-yeah, sure…" They literally treated her like a goddess in all honesty. It felt weird, but not in a bad way. "I'm just… not sure what to make of this situation."
Naruto couldn't help but look a bit sheepish. "Tayuya-chan told me that you've been avoiding me because you feel guilty about the… uh… dress incident."
"Th-that and the chandelier incident," the pinkette admitted. "I… didn't want our relationship to get more awkward than it already was because… well… not only did you have to kill me, but then you saw me naked… twice. No one's ever seen me naked before…"
"It's fine," Naruto assured. "That first incident was more my fault than anyone's."
Before he had the chance to elaborate, Fumiko sputtered a weak protest. "It… It's not your…"
"If I wasn't cocky enough to assume that we were the only ones with World Items, that wouldn't have played out the way it did," Naruto told her, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You and Shalltear would've just slaughtered those guys and that woulda been that. But I was."
Fumiko didn't know how to respond to that.
"As for the second… well, now you've seen me," he continued, gesturing towards his still-throbbing dick with a grin. "In a far more… compromising position on top of that. Now, we're even."
"Oh, it's compromising alright…'' she muttered under her breath.
The youko ignored her, either willingly, or not hearing her at all, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about, anymore… and you've never had anything to be ashamed of. So, please stop beating yourself up and avoiding me, eh? I wanna see you being your old self again."
The pink-haired kijo shifted uncomfortably, her cheeks burning. This situation was just so… awkward… and somehow, her father was making it far more… wholesome of all things than it had any business being! (6)
It just was so weird! She didn't know how to react… and her instincts weren't helping!
"I… I'll try," she muttered hesitantly. A long, awkward silence soon followed, but at the same time, she was somehow more… comfortable, now.
"...So, you gonna fuck 'im or what?"
"Gah!" Poor Fumiko nearly jumped out of her skin at that, giving her little sister a dirty look. How did she keep doing that?!
Tayuya rolled her eyes in amusement before handing the pinkette a little teacup. "Here,'' she said with an impish grin, "some… liquid encouragement."
Naruto's ears flattened as he gave his red-haired daughter a disapproving look. "Tayuya, is that―"
"Yup."
The youko was about to protest the plain drugging of his daughter, but his "other" self made him hesitate. Tayuya was being upfront about it, after all… surely it was fine if she willingly took said drugs.
Fumiko took a deep breath and looked down at a little gem in the center of her breast plate that hadn't been there before. Apparently, when Pandora's Actor restored Embrace of Lilitu, he applied a quickchange gem for convenience. Then, her gaze fell upon the rock-hard, mighty beast of a cock attached to her creator… her father… (7)
Her mind made up, she activated the gem and changed into the only other outfit she had on her at the moment… which just so happened to be that revealing halter dress usually sported by Shalltear's vampire brides. Thunderclap of the Demon King also moved into her inventory in the process.
Naruto's cock throbbed painfully hard at the sight.
"You still have that?" Tayuya asked, legitimately surprised.
"...F-forgot to give it back," the pinkette muttered feebly, shuffling awkwardly before strutting her chest out. To be fair, it was true… and a rather lame excuse in all honesty, but still true!
Tayuya, meanwhile, found her eyes traveling down to Fumiko's much more ample bosom before falling upon their creator with a flat look.
"...I'll keep my promise, Tayuya-chan," he assured just a little sheepishly. It didn't help that he was far more aroused than he should've been by that look. Did he mention he liked strong-willed women? Especially if they could kick his ass? It was one of his fetishes too, in fact.
The red-haired kijo huffed at that, looking for all intents and purposes like a grumpy kitten. "Fuckin' better…"
Fumiko, meanwhile, didn't know what they were talking about and wasn't sure she wanted to…
Again, Naruto honestly didn't remember giving her such a nice rack.
As it turned out, this was precisely because he kinda hadn't, having left her chest size at Yggdrasil's default… which was quite sizable as one would expect from a fantasy RPG. Embrace of Lilitu also just so happened to be altered into a classic samurai harness, for the most part, by way of some cosmetic items… which of course hid this trait of hers quite well.
As a result, Naruto simply didn't know about them tiddies until the day he first pried his still-recovering daughter from her half-melted armor, and her tits practically bounced in his face. (8)
As for the pinkette in question, Fumiko took a moment to steel herself, snatched the teacup from Tayuya's hands, and downed it in one swig before marching on up to their father.
Seeing this, Tayuya hooted. "Go girl! Ride 'at third leg like a champ!"
"Well… that's one way to get things underway." Naruto muttered, gripping the armrest of his chair tightly, his eyes devouring his spawn as she approached him with lustful intent. The youko just barely contained himself when she approached, seeing that fire in her eyes as they started glowing more vibrantly. She lifted the long skirt and mounted him, completely foregoing the foreplay as she was simply too damn horny to wait, and started grinding the bare mound beneath her dress against Papa's throbbing cock.
Naruto simply could not stop himself; he grabbed her hips and raised the pinkette up, positioning himself to penetrate her dripping folds and tore a deep, hungry moan from Fumiko as his cock slowly sank into her depths, which was already lubed up aplenty thanks to her arousal and the sex drugs she'd just ingested.
The two of them rolled their hips in perfect sync the instant they started moving, their instincts taking over from there as Fumiko buried Papa's face into her bosom and started wailing in pleasure.
Of course she was a screamer too… and ironically a featherweight; barely ten thrusts in, Naruto could tell she was close and kept it up, lapping at her bosom and enjoying her warmth as he kept fucking her good and proper. She came almost immediately, throwing her head back and screaming, "PAPAAA~!"
The sound nearly sent Naruto over the edge, but he wasn't done yet, far from it he'd just dumped a hefty lode in her sister; thus he kept going, rolling his hips in time with hers, his pace even but relentless, fucking her through her orgasm without pause or mercy.
He delighted in the feel of her inner walls clamping down, her juices coating his balls and making her babymaker more accommodating for his seed. The thought made his balls churn, the mental images of both of his daughters on his bed, pregnant with their own siblings, drove him nearly mad.
Then, when a second orgasm washed over Fumiko in the wake of her first, her inner walls continuing to milk him, Naruto put up no resistance and let loose within her, less than a minute since they started… her snatch was just that good at milking him!
Fumiko gasped, her eyes widening in shock and realization as she felt the warm heat flooding her loins, accompanied by a pleasured groan. He didn't warn her, he didn't pull out, he just blew his load right inside her, consequences be damned. She, meanwhile, mounted no resistance and delighted in the feel of this stud she called a father sowing his incestuous seed deep within her unprotected loins.
With a growl of lustful hunger, her fingers threaded through his hair… before clenching tightly and pulling, much in the same way her innards clenched around his stiff mast penetrating her most precious place. With his face looking up at her, something delightful and cruel flashed in her eyes before she lunged, sealing their lips together, ther tongues entwined in a contest of dominance.
Tayuya scoffed at the display. "Pah! An' she'd been so skittish 'bout this earlier."
The next day, Aura Bella Fiora froze as she entered the castle's bailey, her sharp hearing picking up the distinct thump of flesh on flesh accompanied by the incriminating moans of a man and woman.
Didn't Lord Kurama say that he and his daughters were the only ones who'd be here?
...
Her cheeks burned at the implication.
Of course, she wouldn't dare question him if he was doing… that with one of them; he just… didn't seem like the type is all. It caught her by complete surprise to say the least, mostly because she and Mare hadn't been in Nazarick to hear all of the lewd and lustful whispers spoken about what happened in the spa. (9)
Still… she had a report to issue about that presence in the Great Forest. Lord Kurama told her to come to him directly if she had anything to say on the matter.
Forcing down her embarrassment, the young elf ventured forth and entered the main keep, chest swelling up in pride at the construction… only for her bluster to vanish in another burst of embarrassment. For inside, it was made clear that Lord Kurama and Princess Fumiko were the ones moaning and once she entered the great hall, the elven loli got an eyeful of what they were doing.
That, of course, being each other…
There, in the center of the room, on all fours and sideways from her position, a completely naked pinkette lie before the last Supreme One, face down and ass up, while Lord Kurama railed her from behind, his hands on her hips, pulling her towards him with each and every thrust. He too was completely nude and only five thrusts after her arrival, he slammed into her one last time and let loose a guttural moan that made Aura quiver.
The elf's hearing picked up the sound of his seed spilling deep within Princess Fumiko, splashing against the very back of her womb as he mated with her like a wild beast… and judging by the puddle, it was made clear they'd been at it for a long while...
The thoughts, the image, the sounds, they conspired together and nearly made Aura's knees buckle as her loins ached with the desire to bear the young of this clear and obvious stud before her.
"Y-you need… something?" Naruto panted, giving Aura a tired, but inquisitive… and slightly hungry look.
"...You should totally change her profile to make her take after Uncle Peroroncino~!"
'No.'
"Oh? Why not? You know you want to turn her into your personal little broodmare~!"
'I felt guilty enough for changing Albedo's. We both know that was just supposed to be a last-second prank… and now that we've seen the consequences…"
The knowledge of the power he wielded over them was… head spinning…
"Y-yes, Lord Kurana," she squeaked, bowing to him and completely unaware of the youko's conversation with his dark side as she unknowingly interrupted it. "M-Mare and I have been able to narrow down that presence's location to a small area at the northern edge of the forest."
Ah... right... Naruto knew he was forgetting something. He meant to have the twins report their findings to Albedo.
Should he be glad that Mare wasn't with her?
Pushing those thoughts aside, Naruto didn't withdraw from his daughter's hungry loins as he let loose a thoughtful hum… knowing that what his alter ego said was completely true, but deciding to focus on the more important stuff first… He simply stayed there, his inaction making the young woman quiver and whimper, her lust demanding more.
Then, he started moving again, fucking the pinkette anew while addressing Aura, the rocking motions and the feeling of his prick plunging back inside places he never should've been in making Fumiko relax and mewl like a kitten.
"Evacuate… the R-Razor Tail village, just… just in case," he said, closing his eyes in pleasure and enjoying Fumiko's moans. "Have the fish transferred to… to the Green Claw farm and the… p-people take refuge in… D-Dragon Tusk."
"Y-yes, Milord," the elf muttered, shuffling uncomfortably at the lewd display. Of course, she took no issue with the Supreme One's shamelessness; a god was, after all, above such petty, mortal things. She was just… well, really fucking horny as a result of it!
The low thump of their crotches meeting filled the room and Princess Fumiko's pleasured wails drove her nearly insane. It took every ounce of self control for the elf not to just drop her drawers and present herself to the studly Supreme One. She shuddered pleasantly at the thought of mating with him, of bearing his young, but despite the little voice in her head telling her that it would be probably fine, that she was likely young enough for it to be perfectly safe, she resisted.
"Enjoyin' the show?"
Aura squawked at Princess Tayuya's comment, having been too distracted to notice her entry, and nearly having jumped a foot in the air. She turned to sputter an apology, but then, she noticed that the princess in question was completely naked and… leaking, a puddle of white now starting to form, the elven maiden's brain just… broke.
Naruto, meanwhile, chuckled at how adorable the elf looked as she tried and failed to sputter some manner of denial.
"Seriously, you coulda fucked her, but you went after the skank?" Tayuya asked, one hand on her hip, the other pointing a thumb at the elf, while she gave her creator a flat look. "The fuck were ya thinkin'?!"
Aura, meanwhile, turned red from the roots of her hair all the way down to her collarbone.
The youko couldn't help but notice Aura squirming shyly, clearly trying to keep her eyes off of him as he kept railing Fumiko. And of course, his dick did all the thinking for him as he imagined the elven loli with a baby bump, no less than one third the size of her body because of her petite stature. He kept pounding poor Fumiko while he was at it, his body acting on its own, leering at Aura hungrily, and when the pinkette wailed in orgasm, her inner walls clamping down upon him, he let loose with a pleasured roar.
Again, poor Aura's knees nearly buckled. She shuddered and wobbled incriminatingly, her cheeks bright red and breath shallow as she leered at Lord Kurama inseminating his own daughter. For a blissful eternity she watched as Princess Fumiko went limp and the last Supreme One kept pumping spurt after massive, godly spurt into her loins, clearly intent on impregnating the prone pinkette with her own sibling.
"I think ya made 'er cum," Tayuya muttered, legitimately impressed as she leered at the elven loli.
A cloud of steam started rising from Aura's head as she averted her gaze, all but confirming the accusation.
"Y-yeah," Naruto chuckled warmly. "Leave her be, though… I don't want her to feel pressured into starting a relationship."
Unfortunately… or perhaps very much so, that response did not help in the slightest… Aura legitimately had to force herself not to undo her trousers right then and there as she spared the youko a glance… and immediately turned away shyly.
"I… I've wanted to… to do… that with you for a while, actually," she admitted. "B-but I have a job to do and I didn't want to get in the way of your plans by getting pregnant."
Naruto gaped.
"That is fuckin' adorable…" Tayuya muttered. She legitimately meant it, too.
"...Agreed," Naruto replied once he managed to pick up his jaw, giving the girl a warm chuckle. Then, he groaned, pulling out of his passed out daughter and letting her fall to one side.
And of course, Aura's eyes were immediately glued to that monster cock when he did, the damn third leg springing out with a trail of white still connecting it to his probably now very pregnant daughter, its thick, vein crossed skin completely glazed in sexual fluids and goop. The elven loli's loins twitched and knees trembled. Again, her hands inched towards her trousers, but she resisted the impulse, balling her hands into fists and forcing them behind her back as she looked away.
Naruto, meanwhile, took a deep, calming breath and resisted the urge to just pin her down right then and there… his priorities were his daughters, he told himself; his cock was meant for them during this get-together, after all... "You have no such thing to worry about," he growled throatily, taking a step towards Aura, unable to completely suppress his instinct... his dick twitching hungrily when she flinched. "I wouldn't have minded if you did… hell, if anything, I want to see you waddling around like that~!"
Aura's eyes rolled back and she wobbled, nearly fainting from shock, but she forced herself not to, just barely, with a shake of her head. Her breath was shallow, her cheeks feeling like they were on fire.
"Y'know," Tayuya said, leaning over so that her face was dangerously close to the poor elf's. "Boss and Uncle Peroroncino share a lot in common, I hear" she whispered into her ear… before her tongue flicked out and gently caressed the tip.
Poor Aura sputtered incoherently, still wobbling.
Naruto took another calming breath, the display quickly eroding his restraint… he wanted so badly to breed the girl right now. "When Albedo whipped my dick out a while back," he said, "and you fainted… she was legitimately the only thing that stopped me from mounting you right there."
At that, Aura's cheeks practically invented a new shade of red.
"You have no idea how hard it's been for me to resist fucking you until now," he continued, still approaching, looming over the poor girl, his twitching cock almost directly in front of her face. "If you don't want this… leave now while you still have the chance."
Letting go of the waif elf, Tayuya crossed her arms and grinned. Then she bumped her hip against Aura's back, sending the poor thing stumbling forward.
She again squawked while toppling over, caught immediately by the Supreme One… and then, she heard his lustful growl… and what happened next was all one big blur. For the rest of her days, Aura Bella Fiora wouldn't be quite sure who started it or how and when; but in the end, her hands flew down to her trousers and the sound of them dropping was ultimately what set the Supreme One off.
Aura yelped in surprise, suddenly on her hands and knees, feeling the tight grip of two strong hands and nine powerful tails. Then, something poked at her now-bare loins, her mismatched eyes growing wide, and then, a hot, strangely delightful pain radiated from her entire lower half as she was impaled. Her jaw dropped, eyes rolling back as her scream got caught on its way out.
Mercifully, it didn't last too long; the sound of a flute just barely registered to her and the pain subsided as quickly as it came, replaced only by the sensation of being so… full.
And then, Aura felt those hands upon her waist, almost wrapping completely around, and the beastly appendage within her started to move. She went limp, her arms buckling upon the very first thrust, as Aura instinctively raised her rear to accept the pounding like a good girl. Her eyes rolled back again, little hearts forming within the pupils, as Lord Kurama mated with her like a savage beast.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
The sound of the Supreme One's hips slamming against her small rear and his guttural moans were all that filled the great hall, all that registered to her aside from the blinding pleasure. It built up at an unfathomable pace before something within her snapped.
Not even ten thrusts in, she writhed and shuddered helplessly, an orgasm like none other she'd felt before washing over the elven loli.
Naruto groaned at the incredible tightness, Aura's fluttering, writhing loins practically sucking his cock. He then suddenly doubled his pace, his thrusts deep and powerful, but even, driving the poor girl insane as Naruto pounded Aura within an inch of her life.
The instant her orgasm subsided, she came again… and again… and again, her mind reduced to a primal mush, caring only about breeding with the stud now inside her, wanting nothing more and nothing less than to bear his young. She was irreparably ruined by the third time she came, unable to even consider another man.
She couldn't even feel the floor anymore… All she could feel was him and the pleasure he caused, all she could hear was Lord Kurama and the low thump of his hips against her rear, all she could see was the white void as nirvana took her and refused to let go.
And then… she heard him groan, pulling her towards him one last time, his iron grip tightening so she couldn't escape… not that she wanted to. Her instincts demanded that she follow through; her body insisted this was the rightful course of action, that it was the natural way of life, that it was now her place, her purpose to bear his young. Her very soul sang at the thought.
The most pitiful, desperate, hungry wail was then ripped from her throat as she felt the hot torrent flooding her loins. There was so much, too… it seemingly filled her to the brim upon the very first shot, but then another came and another… and another. She felt something within her stretch, struggling to accommodate every last drop, and then, that heat started trickling down her thighs and everything faded to black. (10)
Naruto moaned in delight, feeling a burden lifted from his shoulders as he emptied his balls inside the very underaged elf, potentially knocking her up long before her time. The youko had no idea how much he needed this until he indulged himself.
He withdrew from her violated honey pot, let the girl's rear fall, and staggered back. Stumbling to his feet, he then got an eyeful of his handiwork. The elf in question was out like a light, lying flat on her face and naked from the waist down with a cocktail of blood and semen seeping from her loins and forming a puddle as a testament to her defloration.
Naruto shuddered, in satisfaction, his cock finally starting to go down, but then, he heard Tayuya playing her flute again and let out a yelp as he felt something pull him to the ground and pin him down.
Looking down, he saw that she'd cast Chains of Hell upon him and then, the only conscious female left in Auraguard loomed over him, her eyes now glowing red from lust. "You didn't think you were done for today, did you, Daddy~?" (11)
And like that, "little" Kurama was right back at full mast. Naruto couldn't have helped himself to save his life.
Then, the kinky, little kijo straddled her father and impaled herself upon his cock… and without a second of hesitation, she was fucking herself upon it like a professional whore wishing nothing more than to bloat her loins and make damn sure she was carrying his child.
Much later on and far to the southwest, a bloodcurdling scream pierced the night, the din of battle soon following. But then, as suddenly as it started it ended with a single, feminine cry.
"Mass Hold Species!"
Three men still stood out of the original ten, arms pinned to their sides by wheels of glowing runes. All three of them looked worse for wear, but they were alive… and before them stood Shalltear, flanked by two of her many Vampire Brides… both of whom having accompanied her and Fumiko while the women in question were on border duty.
And yet, they were not… dead. Uh… Wait… Or rather… They were dead. Ahem. They were undead, but not dead-dead… anymore. This was because they were among the pop monsters of Nazarick, making them effectively immortal as they were simply respawned back in Shalltear's sex dungeon free of charge upon dying. Unfortunately for them, that little feature was both a blessing and a curse as it meant that their abusive mistress could and often would literally beat them to death with impunity.
However, they were quick to notice that she was far more… civil ever since Lord Kurama stuck his dick into her at last. Of course, they were not stupid enough to mention it, but they noticed.
Another thing they couldn't help but observe with some level of curiosity was that Lady Shalltear had taken to no longer… enhancing the size of her chest. Instead, she was now much more proudly showing off the nonexistence of her bosom, her confidence thoroughly bolstered by the fascination Lord Kurama shared with Lord Peroroncino in young girls and petite women. (14)
And above her head, swirling in the air as if to mock gravity itself was a sphere of blood, spilt from the men who now lay dead upon the ground before them… all but one.
The one her brides had just sucked dry…
The man in question twitched and started to move, standing up like a marionette lifted by its strings. His form shifted and morphed, his ears growing long and pointed, his nose receding, his head lengthening to a more cone-like shape as his hair and beard fell out. His form became more gaunt and his skin turned pale, his eyes now glowed a hellish red and even his clothes changed, now forming a black cloak with a high collar under a white breastplate with a skeletal motif.
This was the form of a lesser vampire, a mindless thrall to the brides, the lowly minion of minions that only knew a thirst for blood and the will of his three mistresses.
Then, with the wave of her hand, Shalltear cast her nest spell.
"Gate!"
And like that, a swirl of familiar, unending blackness writhed and twisted into existence, forming a gateway to Nazarick, the swirling mass of crimson receding to half its size in the process; the instant that portal was opened, no less than six scantily clad women with pale skin and gleaming, red eyes lunged forth and seized the surviving men while Shalltear and the others followed their new pet without a another word.
Meanwhile, back in the Great Forest of Tob, a… more or less still alive Aura accompanied her brother to investigate that area she reported right before… things happened and she woke up naked in Lord Kurama's bed… and did things she'd never before imagined soon after.
Her cheeks burned at the memories, far too many of which were clouded in a lustful haze after downing the drink Princess Tayuya provided… Shaking her head and pushing them aside for later… usage, she looked around with an inquisitive hum.
Mare, meanwhile, spared his sister a sidelong glance on occasion. While she seemed to be okay, he noticed her wince every now and then… and she was still walking funny.
While Aura insisted that she was fine when asked and told him that she hadn't hurt herself, he couldn't help but be concerned for her.
She was his sister, after all. (12)
"A-are you sure you don't need me to heal you?" Mare asked hesitantly. "It's been three days... and... Y-you're still… limping."
Aura turned bright red at that, stopping dead in her tracks. "I… I'm fine," she insisted with a sigh, blushing harder as she averted her gaze. "L-Lord Kurama's just… a bit much to handle is all... Especially for a girl one-quarter his size… I can't help but wonder how Shalltear's not dead yet." After a moment, she ducked her head, rubbing one arm shyly and added, "he was very… eager."
And just like that, it was Mare's turn to blush as he sputtered at the clear and obvious implications. "O-oh… uh… c-congratulations!"
His sister's cheeks burned just a little hotter, her ears drooping slightly at the tips as she smiled shyly. "Th-thanks. Again, though, I'm fine… just a little sore from meeting him this morning is all."
Her brother could easily imagine why… and flushed in equal measure, "A-alright. Just… let me know if… if you change your mind, then."
"I will," she assured, smiling warmly towards him as she looked up.
The smiles they sent at each other were hesitant, but comfortable.
Shifting their attention on the task at hand, the two young elves indulged in the kind of silence that could only ever be comfortably shared by siblings, their minds gaining clarity and focus. They still had no idea what the hell this presence was, but they were determined to find out… so they set out to do just that, scanning the area for any signs of abnormality, aside from the obvious.
Their trek took a while, but eventually, they found the first visible clues.
The forest itself was withered here, the trees brown and leaves dying despite the time of year, various skeletons and decomposing animals strewn here and there, seemingly untouched by anything but the passage of time. (13)
"That's weird," Aura muttered. She was quick to notice that the fresher corpses were closer to the edge. "No sickness, no injuries… It's like they just toppled over and died."
"The trees closer to us are much healthier," Mare added, "but something seems to be sucking the life force out of them… maybe it's this thing that's been growing?"
That seemed like the most likely possibility... but they didn't have enough information yet. They needed to get closer and―
"W-what do you think you're doing?! Don't go that way!"
Both Aura and Mare nearly jumped out of their skin upon hearing that feminine cry and went on high alert, immediately assuming the speaker must be of high caliber to get the drop on them like she had.
"W-why not?" Aura squeaked out before composing herself. "What's in that direction?" She questioned, glancing around warily.
Something small and green suddenly popped out of a nearby tree trunk… and it took the elven twins a moment to realize that it was a face.
The creature wasn't human, but it looked somewhat humanoid and much younger than them, though in truth it was older than even they were.
She was immediately recognized as a dryad, her face green and bark-like in appearance with eyes of solid, dark blue and leaves for hair. The dryad bore a look of panic and concern as she spoke.
"That's the home of Zy'tl Q'ae," she said. "If you go that way, you might wake it up and kill us all!"
Not much later, perhaps an hour or so, Shalltear and her minions found themselves eyeballing a cave near the Great Forest of Tob, guarded by two poor bastards who had yet to spot them as they were a few hundred yards away.
Both were rugged-looking men in their late twenties or so, armed with spears and moderately armored.
"Is there only one entrance?" Shalltear asked.
The lesser vampire nodded, lacking the intelligence to offer a proper response.
"Good, good~!" She smiled. "That means we don't need to hide; I'm not good at that, anyway." She reached out to the vampire and he took a knee before her as she patted him on the head. "You've done well, my little minion," she cooed. "Now I need just one more thing from you: your final duty is to spearhead our attack."
The lesser vampire's only response was a curious grunt and the next thing he knew, he was careening towards the guards as Shalltear suddenly hucked him at the fucker with a cry of "now go forth~!"
The guard quite literally didn't know what hit him, his upper half liquified before he had a chance to feel the impact. The vampire didn't… unsurvive? Ahem. The undead projectile was now very dead-dead.
"Stee-rike~!" Shalltear cheered, pumping her hand into the air and quite visibly not giving a solitary shit about her rather temporary minion's gruesome fate.
Her brides applauded, praising their mistress.
The other guard, meanwhile, yelped and turned to warn his compatriots. "W-we're under attack!"
Those were his last words as he too was obliterated when Shalltear picked up a stone and threw it, hitting him dead center in the chest… and liquifying it as well.
"Alright," Shalltear said, turning to her brides. The one with shorter hair was addressed first. "You are to guard the entrance and kill anyone who tries to escape," she ordered.
The woman in question bowed and ran off neither a word nor a shred of hesitation.
Nodding in satisfaction, she addressed the longer-haired bride. "Time to go," she said. "Lead the way~!"
Like the other, this bride nodded and did as she was told, only to yelp as she… located one of the bandits' pitfall traps within her first ten steps.
"...Really?" Shalltear was not amused.
"M-my apologies," the bride blubbered, clinging onto the edge of the pit as she gave her mistress a meek, terrified look.
"Do try not to disappoint me further," Shalltear said coolly, her tone promising a world of hurt if the bride didn't comply, before dismissing her existence and plight as insignificant. (15)
Soon thereafter, the occasional cry of anguish filled the cave and several men fled to regroup deeper within the base as Shalltear and her bride wreaked havoc upon their ranks. Further back, a man with brown eyes and blue hair perked up when one of his compatriots told him that they were under attack… as though that weren't obvious.
"Two women, you say," he mused aloud.
"Powerful ones at that," the other man confirmed.
"I doubt it's Blue Rose," the blue-haired man pondered. His men would have surely recognized them if they were, after all. Pushing those thoughts aside, he turned to his comrade and waved him off. "I'll deal with them. Just go back and bolster our defenses."
"A-are you sure, Brain?"
"I am." Brain Unglaus was, after all, no ordinary man. "You don't need to come," he insisted. "Go and strengthen our defenses further back."
And with that, the blue-haired man stepped out into the corridor that served as their base's primary hallway.
Brain Unglaus, mercenary of the Death Spreading Brigade, was born to a family of farmers, but discovered at an early age that he had a peerless knack for swordsmanship, only enhanced by an actual talent.
He quickly distinguished himself as a swordsman over the course of his career, but eventually, in one of the kingdom's tournaments, he suffered his first defeat at the hands of Gazef Stronoff.
After that, he cast away his fame and refused any invitations he received to work for the nobility in favor of living as a sellsword. Eventually, he acquired a famous sword that was on-par with magical weapons as well as a magical ring and amulet, and only continued to hone his skills so that he could one day erase that defeat.
He was garbed in a chainmail doublet and linen trousers, with simple boots and little more than that. The sword in question was upon his belt in the form of a katana while the ring and amulet were ever present upon his form. He was tall and rugged, even for a member of the Brigade, and his muscles were lean, but strong, tempered by years of experience and practice.
Chugging a potion, causing his muscles to visibly bulge, he approached the sound of footsteps and was greeted with the sight of a little girl and a tall, dark-haired woman, both with skin as pale as bone.
The tall one was a busty beauty with pointed ears and garbed in a skimpy halter dress that left all of her ample cleavage on full display.
The smaller one was a little girl around the age of 12-13 or so and flat as a board, garbed in some fancy, dark, frilly, poofy attire that frankly burned his eyes. Only some manner of nobility could possibly find that look appealing. (16)
"Someone's having fun," Brain commented.
"I would beg to differ," Shalltear sighed, looking incredibly bored. "It's just business as usual. Kill some, capture the rest, not even breaking a sweat, let alone a nail. How immeasurably droll…"
"I'm not like the rest."
She rolled her eyes at his grin and replied.
"I'm sure you believe that."
His teeth gnashed. Brain absolutely hated having his skills besmirched! "O-oi! Don't look down on me!"
"My apologies, but this is legitimately the dozenth time I've heard that." Shalltear sighed, pointing at the man.
Without a single word, her bride lunged forth. And then, surprisingly, he didn't die.
The man in question leapt back, evading her claw attack and with one swift motion, he drew his sword and cut her across the chest. He didn't manage much, though, only making her recoil despite the grievous wound, one that would have killed a normal human almost instantly. He didn't even get a yelp out of her…
She staggered back clutching her chest, feigning being more wounded than she actually was.
Brain saw right through it, though, quickly noticing that her wound had already closed up. "Regeneration," he muttered. "So you're a vampire, then…?" It was the first thing that came to mind, at least, but then his musings were interrupted when she locked gazes with him. It made the man a bit lightheaded. Brain frowned thoughtfully. "Hypnotic Gaze…" That frown turned into a smirk. "Sorry, but I'm not feebleminded enough for that to work on me."
The bride smirked back and Brain leapt back once again, just in time to avoid being cut to ribbons by some kind of wind attack.
"Make sure you hit before you rejoice," he mocked.
"That's enough," Shalltear called out, causing her bride to flinch and withdraw like a scared puppy.
"A master that even a vampire would fear," Brain mused aloud. "No wonder you've been such a thorn in our ass."
"Flattery will get you nowhere," the loli told him, rolling her eyes in mild amusement. "Given that you're not dead yet, though, I'm admittedly intrigued."
The blue-haired man snorted at that. "Brain Unglaus," he said, taking a stance. "And you are?"
"Oh, is that how it is…?" Shalltear asked, cocking her head. She shrugged. Well, if nothing else, this was a polite, little worm, so it wouldn't do for her not to return the courtesy. She did so with a curtsy. "I am Shalltear Bloodfallen," she said. "Do try not to die too quickly; I am in much need of some entertainment~!"
Brain smirked again, sheathing his sword and taking a stance, clearly ready to draw it at a moment's notice. Then, a ring of light radiated from his feet like ripples in a pond, stopping just a little out of arm's reach and eliciting a look of curiosity.
Was this some manner of force field…?
"Curiouser and curiouser," she commented. Not at all fearing for her own safety, however, she approached, eager to see what he had in store.
And Brain was more than happy to show her; this was a three-layer technique that he'd developed for the sole purpose of defeating Gazef Stronoff and right now, he was in need of a test dummy. The first layer was his Perception Field, which allowed him to sense anything and everything within three meters. The second was God Flash―another Martial Art that he'd created, this one in the form of a slash so quick that blood doesn't even stick to the blade.
And finally...
Shalltear stepped into the field, nary a fuck to give and Brain drew his sword in a blinding flash of inhuman speed.
"Whistling Wind!"
His blade soared towards her neck, his mind's eye already envisioning it slicing through and returning to his scabbard quicker than the eye could see, only for it to suddenly stop moving with a clang.
Brain flinched and looked... and to his shock, she was holding his sword in place, a hair's breadth from her neck, with two fingers and a thumb, having caught it at a speed more monstrous than even his own!
"I-implossible…"
"Oh, a katana," she mused aloud. "Cocytus has several of his own, but I wasn't expecting to see one out here…" Then, with a flick of her wrist, Brain staggered back.
"Y-you monster," he whispered, still reeling.
"Indeed," Shalltear giggled, giving him another curtsey. "I am a frightening, horrible, ghastly, utterly adorable little monster~!" She then gave him an odd look. "So… are you going to start using Martial Arts?"
Brain flinched at that. "I… I was," he said absently.
The vampire only gave him a confused look. "That forcefield thing…? Oh, my apologies, I was simply unable to sense the difference. You humans are so beneath me that I have a hard time telling the strong from the weak."
That… hit a nerve and Brain took another swipe at her… and another and another, but she only batted them aside continuing to approach.
"No need to worry, though," she said, not at all caring about his failed attacks as she gave him a cheerful grin. "If you know Martial Arts, that means you're useful, so you may live~!"
Brain just kept swinging and swinging, trying desperately to do something, anything to this foul beast in the form of a little girl, his eyes starting to burn as the realization of how weak he was in comparison to her started to sink in. And then, before he could register what just happened, there was a loud pop and a hot pain radiated from his arm.
Brain roared in agony, dropping to one knee before him, something between a sob and a wail following soon after. "After all that training…" he muttered, panting as tears started to spill from his eyes, his ego shattered from being so thoroughly manhandled.
"I'm sorry," Shalltear replied with an odd look, "but that is a freign concept to me; I've never had to train a day in my life because I was quite literally born this strong."
Technically created, but all the NPCs perceived the moment they were formatted as the day of their birth.
And that was the straw that broke the camel's back; Brain wailed like a little bitch, turning to try and run, but the vampire didn't let go, only resulting in him dislocating his shoulder and crying out in pain once more.
"Now, now," Shalltear lectured, sounding as though she were talking to a child. "I didn't say you could leave." And with that, she pulled him back towards her and kicked him in the back of the knee.
There was another pop and Brain cried out once more. "GYAAAH!" (17)
Hugging her knees in the corner of one cell as she shivered, battered and bruised, her unmentionables still sore and practically aflame in irritation from the bandits' last visit, sat a blue eyed redhead with tanned skin.
Her name was Brita… just Brita.
Once she was an iron rank adventurer, now she was their plaything… and nothing more.
She was garbed in a dingy white dress, much of it dyed brown from the dirt, and nothing more.
She was once so proud of herself, an orphan girl with no surname and no special skills, traits, or abilities… an adventurer who climbed up the social ladder and made a decent living through sheer grit and determination. She wasn't some weak, little girl, but a ranger, a warrior, an adventurer with a will of tempered steel.
Even when her friends were killed before her eyes, she didn't give up; even when she was violated by every man here, she didn't give up; even when her tenth attempt to escape had failed and only resulted in her being beaten and treated like a plaything, she hadn't given up, but now… all of that will had since been drained, only to die outright when she started showing... symptoms; she had her limits like any other human. And thus, all she could do was wait until they finally got bored with her and either released or killed her… and nothing more.
But then, she perked up, hearing the anguished scream of the strongest man among her tormentors, a spark of hope reigniting in her eyes for the first time in weeks. (18)
Was… was someone there to rescue her?
The men of the Death Spreading Brigade nearly shat themselves when they heard their strongest man screaming and even crying so soon after having left to deal with these women. Then, soon after they suddenly ceased and the sound of footsteps echoed as someone approached.
"B-Brain, is that you?"
There was no answer.
"Quit fooling around already, Boss!"
Still no answer as the footsteps came closer and closer…
Some of the men started to tremble, several of them peeking out from the barricade of upturned tables and such. As the seconds passed and the footsteps grew ever louder, they readied their crossbows and the fist thing they saw when the torchlight hit her was a pale-skinned voluptuous woman, half naked with her tits out due to the straps of her halter dress having been severed.
She eyeballed them with a sparkle in her eyes, looking at them almost like a cat would its playthings.
Then, there was a crack as one of the men's trigger fingers proved too twitchy and the bolt hit her dead center in the forehead. She blinked, staring up at the bolt now buried in her skull, practically cross eyed. And then, it started slowly moving in the other direction, pushed out by her brainmatter as it mended, before falling to the ground with a clatter.
Lowering her gaze, she stared at the fool who shot that bolt… and then, she vanished; a blood curdling scream soon followed and the man who shot her was dead, followed by another… and another, the cave painted with the blood of the last few bandits left in short order.
While that was going down, Shalltear hummed to herself as she walked on by nary a care in the world, Not even breaking a stride, she ignored the flying bits of people and clutter, not even a speck of dirt sullying her dress as she did so, and she ventured to one of the rooms in the back.
And came upon something curious.
Shalltear tilted her head in mild surprise as she gazed upon the makeshift jail cells containing seven women: five humans and two elves to be specific.
"Oooh?" She raised a single brow. "What do we have here, hmm~?" The vampire loli wasn't surprised by the playthings in all honesty... but she was pleasantly surprised by how attractive they were.
She ventured in to take a closer look, her glowing eyes making the women wonder if they should rejoice cower before this new presence before them.
"Hmmm, none of you seem to match my master's… preferences," she mused. "Then again, he did marry Albedo… perhaps his taste in women is more diverse than I thought…?"
She giggled at the mental image of Lord Kurama surrounded by these new cocksleeves, a baby bump in each and every one of them, while she rode his cock, a little bub of her own growing within her womb… as soon as she got around to gathering the necessary reagents to make that happen.
"It certainly doesn't hurt to ask," she cooed. "Maybe he'll let me keep you if you're not up to his standards~!"
Upon hearing that, the women were all sweating bullets and trembling like the men her pet had just finished killing from the sound of it. They knew not what was in store for them, but one thing was for damn sure: it was not bound to be pretty!
Leaving her shoes by the door as usual, Aura smiled shyly and blushed at the lewd moans and giggles coming from the great hall. She stripped down, leaving a trail of neatly-folded clothing in her wake, and approached.
Oh, how she looked forward to her daily report...
Upon entering, Aura saw that Lord Kurama was sitting on his throne, Princesses Fumiko and Tayuya were on all fours, giving him a double-blowjob and gleefully licking his still-hard cock clean. All three were stark naked with streams of white steadily trickling out of the princess' loins, their bellies packed to the brim with the virile baby-making goop.
The dishes on a nearby table made it clear that they three started going at it immediately after lunch and the lack of clothing anywhere nearby implied that they ate naked. In fact, since she reported to Lord Kurama that first time since they started their "family bonding" break, Aura hadn't seen even a shred of cloth worn by the three.
Naruto perked up, noticing the elven loli immediately when she approached. His dick throbbed at Aura's naked form, leaving her quite flattered to be honest. She still couldn't believe he found her of all people to be sexually attractive, given the competition she had... but the "young" elf was definitely not complaining… especially after the handful of heated romps they'd shared over these past few days.
Those had been all she'd dreamed of… and more.
Of course, he'd undoubtedly stuck his dick into the princesses far more times than her, but she had a job to do and what encounters Aura had shared with him left her all the more motivated to do it to the damn best of her abilities.
A heavy dollop of cum gathered at his tip of that delightful weapon their lord sported between his legs and the two sisters were quick to seal their lips around their halves of his helmet… before engaging in a heated liplock around the tip, their tongues dancing as they exchanged it between each other, heated rivalry turning into zealous cooperation.
Aura bowed to Naruto with a shy, loving smile hiding on her face. "Preparations to relocate Ms Perlia's tree have been finished, Milord," she said. "We can have it done in ten minutes when you give the word."
"Good, good," Naruto praised, beckoning her to approach, which she eagerly did. Fumiko and Tayuya backed up a bit to give her space when she did, though not before laying a pair of loving kisses upon his cock. They were, after all, well trained by this point…
"And this Zy'tl Q'ae thing?"
"Still asleep," Aura replied, climbing into Naruto's lap when prompted to do so, her belly fluttering with a mixture of love and lust, her folds soon dripping with anticipation. "Its exact location still hasn't been pinpointed yet, but we're keeping a close eye on the area and Cocytus' forces are in position if it wakes up early."
Naruto smiled at that and pulled Aura into a warm embrace, more than happy to reward the elf for her efforts as he wrapped his arms and tails around her. His daughters weren't idle either; Tayuya guided his lower head towards the elven loli's entrance while Fumiko licked his balls, stimulating them just a little more to ensure that he blew a nice fat load into her. The younger kijo was quick to join her.
Aura groaned hungrily at the sensation of Lord Kurama entering her loins as she sank down upon his mighty cock. She shuddered pleasantly at the sensation of being so full once more, so… complete. She was his, now; she simply wouldn't be able to live without him, anymore… and Aura didn't mind in the fucking slightest.
Naruto's hands went from her hips to Aura's chest, playing with it as though she actually had one as while starting to move… and the sensations drove her insane, ripping a deep, guttural wail from the elf. In her state, she was just so… sensitive and feeling his caress upon her hardening nipples made her toes curl.
Swallowing her lovely moans with a heated kiss, Naruto made those adorable, mismatched eyes roll back as he kept at it. He was thorough and relentless in his efforts to ruin her for any other man, not that he needed to anymore, and when his pace picked up, making the room spin before Aura's very eyes, Tayuya started spurring him on just a little more by whispering into his ear, having abandoned her place between his legs in favor of her sister.
"Fuck her good, Daddy," she growled hungrily, her form pressed against his side, hugging him around the neck. "Stuff her little cooch and knock her the fuck up so I can see the look on that skank's face when she finds out~!"
Both Naruto and Aura shuddered at that, the latter's inner walls clamping down on the former's dick. Their pace doubled in perfect sync, becoming all the more heated at the thought of producing a bastard child. Though Aura would die of embarrassment before admitting it out loud, she found the notion to be incredibly arousing… especially because he was married to her overseer.
She simply couldn't help but want to see it happen… to make it happen. And Naruto was more than happy to play his part in that.
Feeling his balls churn, the youko wrapped his arms around the dark-skinned elf, one hand on her back while the other tangled itself within her golden locks and pulled her closer into the liplock they shared, and then…
The room spiraled before Aura's eyes, she went limp and felt light as a feather as a blinding, almost excruciating wave of pleasure washed over her. Naruto, meanwhile, shuddered and clung onto his newest mate for dear life, holding her firm while filling that babymaker of hers with yet another hot load.
Unbeknownst to either of them, this latest romp of theirs was entirely unnecessary for their collective goal to be achieved; as it turned out, the elven loli's very first ovum had long-since been fertilized and was well on its way to implanting itself. Not that it mattered, of course; they would only continue going at it from there, determined to make damn sure. (19)
Aura wasn't the only one, either; Tayuya was already pregnant and Fumiko was soon to follow, the older sister licking her chops and cooing delightely at the sight of Papa's nutsack clenching and churning in front of her, nuzzling her face against it and breathing in the virile musk that clung to her creator's genitals.
And she knew, thanks to the enchantments placed upon that throne, that he had plenty more to give...
DMS Notes and Trivia:
1: ...I am not sorry.
2: Seems in-character for him… Cocytus would be a weeb by technicality, after all, lol.
3: Forgot to mention this sooner, during the scene where Naruto discovered that the flavor text of Wrath of Jigoku affected how it functioned, but in the process of conceptualizing an Alela deck with a snow subtheme for Magic: the Gathering, I discovered the word gelid… and from then on, I couldn't help but slap the label of gelid bugman onto Cocytus.
For any readers who play the game in question, the deck is on TappedOut and named Winter Queen and Provocateur if you're curious.
Never underestimate where inspiration can come from, eh?
4: Not gonna lie, I"m getting some Tanya the Evil vibes from this. It's surprisingly easy to picture.
AdV: Why?
DMS: Her attitude, I guess? Oppai loli acting way older than she actually is.
AdV: I mean, that's been a thing… especially in smut stories… and Naruto stories… for a long, long time (ago~)
DMS: True, lol. Might just be the fact that I really like the manga a little too much, but my brain is just drawing parallels between the two. The fact that she's someone in her thirties who looks way younger now, the way she carries herself in this scene, her no-nonsense attitude… May have taken some slight inspiration without realizing it. XD
5: I find it easy to picture Aura going back and upgrading the castle on occasion. Not sure why, but it seems like something she'd do.
AdV: We definitely need to explore this trait more, then =3. We do want to show characters more.
6: This scene was written several months in advance, possibly close to a year… and I still have no idea how it ended up being as wholesome as it was.
I blame Naruto. XD
AdV: By this point, it's at least a year and a half in advance.
AdV: …Okay, a long time in advance.
7: That seems like something Pandora's Actor would do…
8: I'm sure this has more or less become common knowledge these days (AdV: You'd be surprised…), but in case it hasn't, plate armor doesn't rest on the chest. The breastplate has more of a bulbous shape to make blows glance off it more easily and partially disperse the kinetic force of any that don't.
This has the side-effect of making a classic medieval breastplate a lot more accommodating for women than one would think if Hollywood and fantasy games/comics are anything to go by. That's why Joan of Arc was able to get away with men's armor just fine. If it ain't broke, don't fix it, as the old saying goes.
AdV: Fucking finally! Someone gets it.
9: Oh, someone's in for a surprise. XD
10: I'm not quite sure why I like Aura as much as I do, but I was thoroughly looking forward to writing this lemon… and was very pleased with it. XD
11: Also, this mental image was hot as all hell.
12: Given his nature and relations to them, I'm surprised that Mare's not shown trying to help Shalltear and Aura all that much in canon. O.o Perhaps it was omitted from the anime? Then again, there's like five volumes that haven't been animated yet… We'll find out eventually..
13: Not sure if this is canon or not, but it makes sense to me that the evil trent would be the cause of the "withered wood" mentioned by Agu soon after his introduction. So, we're going with that.
14: Seems like what would happen, all things considered, lol. I like the idea of Naruto affecting the other characters in ways like this.
15: I simply couldn't help but want to retain this scene when I read it in the manga. It just had so much character, though Shalltear is noted to be quite a bit more chill now thanks to a certain someone, lol.
16: Not sure why, but I find it easy to picture Brain absolutely loathing the fancier attire favored by nobility.
AdV: Not that it matters much anymore… either KIA or thrall, lol.
17: Not sure how close that is to the original web novel, but I feel like Brain being unable to get away makes more sense, especially in this situation, where Shalltear's being more cautious after what happened to Fumiko…
AdV: Oh, I can see her being incensed at one group in particular… apocalyptically so =)
18: Hello Britta! Seeing how Shalltear and Fumiko were down south or back in Nazarick around the time that her team was supposed to encounter the Death-Spreading Brigade, it makes sense that this would be the outcome.
AdV: Come to Papa, he-he-he…
19: Oh, the reactions to this are going to be fucking gold. XD
Parting Notes: And done! I had a lot to say this time around… and the chapter itself was a long one, lol. Not that I'm complaining, mind you; it was fun as hell to write and edit. =3
Alas, updates will stay at one per month for the foreseeable future, but we shall see what the end of summer brings. I hope y'all enjoyed the chapter and I'll be back in May with another! Until then!