/Run Authors_Notes v5.3 update
I've been running this chapter in my had for the last month + or so. It's only gotten to the point that I'm able to write the damned thing out because I've hit a wall on my original story. I'm stuck, so here I am, back on this project, hopefully to get another 10k words done so's I can post this shit. Anywho, here we go. Once again i warn people, these chapters are being posted one after another, pre-written, so no responses in the chapters. Also that's against FF.N rules, so all responses will be in PM, unless you're anonymous, in which case I'll be responding as shortly as possible.
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Vampires, Vampira, choices choices.
Markus' camp with his 4-Pokegirl Harem was, by and large, a quiet thing when it all came down to it. He'd managed to settle Xiao down with promises to work on his Chinese with her (Hey, she was willing to tutor him on the language? Who was he to turn that down?) by talking in Chinese to her, even learning basic orders to shout in a battle.
The conversation was stilted, halting, and filled with a lot of explanations and clarifications on Xiao's part along with pointing out characters for the words she was using, or wanted him to use, but it was progress.
When night came, he had a watch rotation set up, ready to keep an eye out on things. First up was Salohiel while Markus himself took the last watch. The only exception to this was Grace, who was out at all times due to being connected to her Tripline, sleeping or not. Pain in the ass for him, since he was oddly a nocturnal man for the most part. Not his fault night time was when the world was at its best for him. Quiet, calm, and altogether much less harsh than in the searing light of day. Still, he'd been getting used to a more diurnal schedule. It helped when he could wear himself out by banging one of the Pokegirls like a drum.
It was only somewhat odd to see Grace, in her half-spider form, sleeping in a web she'd spun between two branches, and if Markus hadn't gotten over his entemophobia years ago, he'd probably have crapped himself at seeing the girl in her full spidery glory, hanging over his camp like the Sword of Damocles. But he had gotten over it. He kept telling himself that, at least.
The Pokegirl du jour for wearing him out? Xiao. She took that job seriously, as the sun had hardly set before Markus found himself being pulled into his tent by a pair of strong arms and practically ridden like a prize pony.
Irony, Xiao was the one bought as a prize… Markus' mind still had a tough time accepting that he'd fucking bought someone, but a disturbingly large part of him told the rest of him to shut the hell up and enjoy this.
Still, the first night was eerily quiet. Grace, when Markus took over the watch for the last few hours, reported that she'd felt a few touches on her webs, but nothing major. Just some game which was prepped and ready for cooking. She'd been learning from Xiao how to skin and clean the meat, and from Markus about how to prep the bones for cooking into stock.
Grace decided to stay up, it was only another 2 hours before sunrise anyway… And it wasn't like the group had a set time-table, or schedule to keep out in the wilds aside from making sure someone was on guard duty at night and who needed Taming at any given time. She watched as Markus, keeping his eyes open and ears listening, prepped for making breakfast, along with prepping the meat they'd gotten, a brace of rabbits, for stew that night.
"You know? I used to watch a bunch of 'cooking in the 17th Century' shows on Youtube. It was kind of fun to see the old recipes people used. Never thought I'd get the chance to use 'em." Markus said as he stirred the miso soup he was making. Call him kooky, but Miso soup was delicious.
"I'm sure there were a lot of things you never expected that are coming true." Grace said, a slight note of snark in her voice.
"Yep. For one? I got to meet an Arachnae. To whit, one who is seemingly genetically based on a species of spider I find absolutely pants-crappingly terrifying." Markus said, giving Grace a pointed look. "Not a bad thing. Fear is a good motivator. But there's a reason I never ask you for oral. I know way too much about how Brown Recluse venom works to be comfortable around it, or it being around certain delicate parts of my anatomy."
"You realize I don't actually have the venom of the spider species I take after, right?" She asked. "I've checked. I can produce a variety of poisons, but so can any other Poison-type. Same general range. Lust, paralysis, general cellular damage, And once it's run its course, it's gone. Not to mention a single Antidote is a wide-angle anti-toxin," she explained. She had been checking, and she had also noticed that her Tamer had never once asked her to give him 'head' which he'd done at least once with the others.
Salohiel refused to do anything when they weren't alone, or with maybe one other Pokegirl in the Harem. Pythia seemed painfully shy. And Xiao… Well, Xiao was more likely to take it as an invitation for more afterwards. But he expressly avoided Grace in terms of oral. Not that she could really blame him. The idea of sticking a sensitive piece of one's anatomy into a mouth alone seemed odd to her, let alone the thought of the teeth in that mouth being able to produce poison which could cause it to fall off or just intense, burning, throbbing, pain must be terrifying.
"Ever heard of the Bullet Ant?" He asked. "It's an ant that used to live in South America, what's now called Tyroon. I'm pretty sure they survived… but the reason they're called ''Bullet Ants' is because getting bit by one is the single most painful poison in the insect world according to the Schmidt Pain index. I'm not sure if that's entirely accurate, but I once saw a guy get bit by one, and he said it felt like he'd been shot in the arm where he'd gotten bit. His arm was paralyzed for hours due to the pain."
"At least I got a Tamer who knows how to sweet talk a girl…" Grace said, a note of sarcasm in her voice letting Markus know that, yes, she was in fact living up to the sobriquet given to her breed.
Markus shrugged and sat back from his cooking. A little bit of meat was simmering with some tomatoes in the pan. Rabbit sausage. It was something new he wanted to try. "At least I know the difference between Poison and Venom?" He offered, putting an arm over Grace's shoulders. "Poison is ingested. Venom is injected."
"So, not a moron. Got it." Grace said, laughing a little before suddenly stopping and tensing slightly. Markus saw her eyes focus on one tripline thread of silk which was, to his vision, completely still… but Grace had a foot on it, so maybe…
"Got something?" He asked.
She nodded before standing up and her body shifted. Before Markus could really describe what was going on, Grace's skirt was hanging around the beginnings of a large spindly spider-body while her upper body remained mostly the same, save for the claws, and distinctly spider-like jaw-structure, and the chitinous exoskeletal 'armor.'
With barely a whisper, she was off into the woods. Markus sat where he was, unsure of whether to interfere, or if he should just let Grace do her thing.
By the time he decided to let Grace do her own thing, however, she was already coming back with a silk-wrapped bundle dragging behind her. Said bundle was squirming slightly, but either the silk was stronger than Markus gave it credit, or Grace had paralyzed the creature within and it was trying to fight through it.
Either way? Markus wanted to be prepared.
"I caught this one." Grace said, shoving the wrapped bundle close to the fire. "She was stuck in one of my webs near the outer edges. Looked like she'd stepped on a thread, then got tangled up trying to get loose, setting off my Tripline as she struggled. Traces of others around, there was a large group of them, but once one got stuck, the others took off."
Markus nodded, looking at the bundle and wondering if it was a Vampira, a pack of which would mean a Vampire was nearby, or maybe a Zubutt? Maybe she was another bat-like species? Or maybe she wasn't bat-like at all and he was just jumping to conclusions. Either way…
"Master?" Pythia's voice, tired and drawn, sounded from the tent. She'd been kept out for the sake of monitoring her Alarm spell, among other reasons. "Do we have a visitor?"
"Yes, indeed we do Pythia." Markus grinned. "Grace here caught one. I was just about to scan it to see what it is. Grace? If you'd be so kind as to bind her up a bit tighter from the neck down?" He asked, motioning for the spider-like girl to web up the girl more.
Grace nodded and picked up the girl, letting her spinnerets cover the girl in yet more sticky, strong webbing. With an almost evil smile on her face, Grace pulled the girl up into the air and attached a thread to where the Pokegirl's feet were wrapped up, letting her dangle from the tree branch to which she attached the other end.
Markus watched with a satisfied smile. Grace was showing initiative again. Sarcasm? Yep. Will of her own? Definitely… Now he just had to get over the fact that he'd wiped out her entire personality and memory of her previous life. It'd be easy.
Sarcasm. Not limited to communication with others!
When the girl was secured and dangling, Markus went to the webbed up form and pulled at the webbing around where he hoped the girl's face would be. It took the help of a pocket knife in the end, since he didn't want to ask grace for yet more help… Call it one of the many small battles his diminished machismo wouldn't let him surrender. Asking for help opening a jar of pickles, for instance.
When he peeled away the surprisingly strong silk threads, he saw a pale female face with wild red eyes, a small nose and chin, full red lips… He could see some of that color running slightly up her face, and some spots on her chin which made him wonder if the color wasn't all natural but from a defined liquid source.
When her lips parted, Markus could see the elongated K9 teeth also smeared slightly with red amidst the saliva.
A quick scan with his Pokedex confirmed.
VAMPIRA (aka BATGIRL), the Night Flyer Pokégirl
Type: Near Human
Element: Dark/Flying
Frequency: Rare
Diet: Human style food, with occasional blood or vitamin supplements
Role: Night security guard
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Bug, Dark, Fighting, Ghost, Ground, Plant, Psychic
Weak Vs: Electric, Ice, Rock
Attacks: Slash, Dark Blade, Dark Bomb, Drain, Tenebrous Strike, Empty Daggers, Wing Attack
Weaknesses: Torpid during the day
"Yup. Grace just caught our first real lead on this… but I really don't want to leave her Feral. They're easy to deal with, but if there's really a group around here? That means we can catch a bunch of them, and if we can find the Vampire we'll be set." Markus said, elated at the thought of this plan going through with minimal hitches and actually staying on-track.
Pythia yawned and looked at the Vampira. "Give me some of her hair, and a few hours, and I can probably find out where they lair in the day." She said. "I'm still not entirely certain about your desire for a Vampire, Master…" She'd looked. The future was unclear. Too many possibilities. In the most likely future? All she saw was her Tamer walking out of the woods towards Lavenderriere Town like it was any other day. Anything before that was too turbulent and after that was too varied to make any reliable prediction.
"Simple. Vampires are cool. I like Vampires. Vampires are also powerful combatants at night, and can be incredibly useful for the psychological factor they represent. I wont lie and say that i don't want a Vampire simply so's I can say I have a Vampire, but I wont keep her around if she turns out to be useless, combative within the Harem, or just a bad fit for us. If nothing else? There are two things that'll come form this. If we find her and catch her? No feral Vampire attacks, no turning people into Vampire Pokegirls, and we can get paid a buttload of money for selling her to a ranch…"
Markus was almost disturbed by how easily he'd said he could sell off the Vampire once caught… And looking back? He hadn't really thought overmuch about selling off the Bunnygirls, Kitsune, or other various common breeds he'd caught on his trip. He had no idea what happened to them, but he had guesses and those guesses were not pretty by a 'modern' moral standard… But that part of him which told him to shut up and enjoy the world reared its ugly head once more and told him that it was that or be utterly screwed in this world.
He knew intimately that the Pokegirl world had no mercy for the weak, and while he'd always been told that compassion was a strength? In short-term survival, it was a liability. Compassion could come later, when there was stability. Out here in the wilderness? It was kill or be raped and then killed. And he was, as the male, the 'soft and squishy one' of the group, damn it!
Pythia, meanwhile, nodded and took stock of that information. It was a good thing to do, clearing out a Feral with the ability to turn others, including humans, into its own breed. "Alright, Master. Some hair, please?" She held out a hand.
Markus peeled more of the silk off of the girl's head, showing the girl was a brunette with dark, almost black, hair. The girl, now that her face was free, simply glared at Markus as he reached out and grabbed a strand of her hair, plucking it as quickly as he could. "Ow! Asshole!" She shouted.
Markus nearly jumped when the girl spoke, almost dropping the hair in the dark. Pythia quickly snatched it and stumbled back to the tent, yawning again. Her Tamer had this in hand, and she still had about 4 hours of sleep to see to… Scrying could come later.
While Pythia was answering the siren call of Morpheus, Markus looked at the glaring Vampira curiously. He was trying to get a read on the girl but being upside down, and not actually human no matter how human she looked, it was difficult at best.
"So…" he started. "You can speak English?" He asked. He remembered very little about Vampira as a whole, save for what he'd just read in the pokedex entry, so he knew she'd be 'broody' but beyond that? Nothing.
"Yeah. I can speak english, douchebag, and when the Mistress gets you? You'll be sorry you had spider-bitch there tie me up! Could have been nice and easy. We were just gonna grab you, bring you to the Mistress, and get our share of blood after she'd had her fun. But no. I had to get fucking caught." She groused.
"Well, that confirms it. Vampire in control. Feral or not is still up to debate." Markus sighed. "Look. I'll go to your Mistress right now, but you look kind of hungry…" he said, looking back at the upside-down bat-girl and pushed the pocket-knife's edge against the palm of his hand, letting it cut into the flesh just enough for some blood to leak. He'd taken pains to sharpen that damned thing, so it was relatively easy once he moved the knife to get a decent flow of blood…. Still hurt like a bitch, but he'd been playing with knives for years.
At the smell of blood the girl tensed up, and whatever paralysis she was suffering seeed to lose a lot more ground as she tried valiantly to get free of the extra-thick webbing around her whole body. Markus cupped the now bleeding hand slightly to let the blood pool in his palm as it seeped slowly out of the wound.
"Good girls get treats." He said, trying to put a 'take charge' toneto his voice. "Good girls who tell me where their Mistress is get a snack. They might even get cut down so they can drink it properly." He held the bloody hand near her face, a line of blood escaping what little seal he could make between his thumb and palm to lazily drip down the back of his hand.
"Cut me down, and I'll tell you where she is, but only if you let me lead you, like I subdued you." The girl said, her eyes not leaving the delicious, nutritious blood slowly forming a drop which would be tragically wasted on the ground below. It was still dark, but she could see perfectly fine by the firelight.
"I'll cut you down, and you'll tell me, and I'll give you a treat." He said. "Then you'll take me to your Mistress." He was counting on her not being a slave to the Vampire after she got her 'treat.' It would be a Taming. He knew it. She probably knew it, and while part of her was enslaved to a Vampire, she was still a Pokegirl… Low Feral state or no.
When Grace detached the thread from the tree and lowered the girl to the ground, Markus held his hand to the girl's lips,, very careful not to let her bite him. She might not be a vampire, able to turn him into a Vampire herself, but he had a definitely plan. While he'd certainly need to bandage his hand, he didn't want to add insult to injury by having to worry about a bite-wound. That and he knew the kinds of shit that happened when a human bit someone. He didn't know if those bacteria lived in Pokegirl mouths, but he wasn't gonna take that chance without some further research and confirmation from scientific sources, thanks.
As the girl lapped up the blood, Markus held his hand steady for her, leaning her against the tree. When she was finished, and was simply lapping at the seeping blood as it came up through the wound, Markus took his hand back and went for his first-aid kit.
When he came back, his hand wrapped carefully with antibiotic ointment, gauze, some super-glue to keep the wound closed, and medical tape to make sure everything stayed closed and clean, he looked down at the girl happily still licking her lips of the fresh blood shed gotten. In the dark, the girl looked like she'd just eaten a nice big dinner with an ice-cream dessert. He began maneuvering the girl, her wrapped form making it only slightly awkward.
He put her, stomach down, bent over a log he'd been suing as a bench. Her face was in the soft dirt while her ass was held up by the log. Her hands, nowhere to be seen beneath all of the webbing, could do nothing for her position and Markus could almost see through the webs, the girl squirming about a bit so her chest was in a less awkward place. Still, he'd told himself, and her, she'd get a 'treat' so he looked at the 'prize.'
This was his first time trying to Tame a Feral out in the middle of god's nowhere, so… It was a bit of awkwardness he shoved into the back of his mind as fast as he could. He reached for her ass, the point where her body could bend over the log, and felt the silk covering her, moving his hands over it. It'd dried so the 'sticky' part was blessedly no longer a problem, but it still stuck to her, and stuck to itself like crazy-glue.
So, he carefully took out his pocket knife again and pulled some of the material away, cutting a hole in it away from the skin so he could at least see what he was working with. When he cut the piece away, the firelight helped him see pale flesh resting above a black leathery material. Markus remembered that Vampira 'always' look like they're wearing a cloak, which is actually a pair of bat wings, so he could only assume she'd managed to get the wings out of the way for this. Given that he saw her glistening beneath the webbing, and the webbing which was actually touching her lower lips was soaked when he tried to cut it away, certainly helped him come to the conclusion that she was expecting this and was happy to have it happen.
The fact that she moaned slightly at the touch of the cool night air on her nethers helped, and that she wasn't in any way fighting against the bindings. If anything, Markus had to say the way she was shaking her ass at him was quite inviting, and the glistening trails of her arousal were lit up in the fire light like a runway telling him 'right here, jackass! This way!'
Far be it from him not to oblige.
About half an hour later, he sat back against the log with the Vampira leaning on his shoulder, the remnants of their activities slowly leaking out of her onto the ground. Grace sat nearby, watching the whole thing with an almost clinical eye, poking at the fire occasionally or putting another stick into the flames.
Grace had watched the whole thing. She knew her Tamer was either telling the truth, and thusly probably fit the description of 'idiot god,' or he was a madman with delusions of grandeur. Nothing new when it came to Tamers, from all she'd seen or heard from the others in the Harem. Still. She'd watched for the sake of seeing an actual Taming for herself from the outside perspective.
She'd watched as the Vampira's eyes cleared up slightly. The firelight hadn't done her any favors, but she could see the girl's eyes get sharper, more focused even as that focus turned inwards towards what she was feeling. She could see that the bat-like girl had wanted him to fuck her brains out. When he began thrusting into her erratically, she'd smiled and tenses, Grace assuming she was helping it along, and moaning. She knew what it felt like when her Tamer 'pounded her like a drum' in his own words. She knew that her own biology demanded it frequently. She knew because she was getting excited just by watching. He'd said that Arachnae were one of his favorite breeds…
She wondered why, even as one of her hands made its way to give her a bit of relief by going under her shirt and playing with one of her nipples, drawing circles around it and thee soft flesh of her breast. She wondered why, out of the hundreds of breeds of Pokegirls, one would like hers. Let alone any other, really. It seemed odd to have 'favorite breeds.' He'd told her he used to love Infernals, but switched to Celestials as one of his 'favorites?' Or maybe he'd just figured he liked Celestials 'more?'
She watched as her Tamer took out a cigarette and lit it, leaning back slightly with the log supporting his lower back. The Vampira's head was on his shoulder as she caught her own breath… And then the Vampira spoke.
"Thanks for that." She said, sounding as tired as she looked. "I appreciate the return to sanity."
Markus glanced at her, careful not to shuffle himself too much. "Domesticate?" He asked.
The Vampira shook her head. "Feralborn, through and through, but I've been Tamed before. Learned English from a Tamer who helped me out. He had a full harem, and mostly just wanted to 'give me a spin.'" She laughed.
"Wow. Helpful, but a douche." Markus said.
"Kind of. He let me tag along with him for a while, and his G-Pointdexter taught me how to speak English. Then, one day, I lost track of him. Figured he'd moved on during the day, ya know?" She shrugged as much as she could before continuing. "After him? A string of one-shots, one two-pump-chump, and then nothing. Then I began getting more and more broody, until I felt the 'mistress' nearby, and joined her little buffet." She spat out the word 'Mistress' as though it were poison.
"Back to your own self, then?" Markus asked, looking at the Vampira fully, now.
"Yep. Back to sanity and not going back to being a slave, thanks. Leastwise not a slave to a goddamned Vampire. Fucking whore." She groused some more.
"Well, I could put you in a Pokeball and claim you as mine if ya want?" Markus offered. ""You're cute as hell, and I've always had a thing for goth chicks… but my plan was always to find all of the Vampira in the area, then the Vampire, and catch the lot of you." He explained.
The Vampira's face scrunched up slightly, partially in disgust at the thought of the Vampire again, and partially in contemplation of the offer. "You're just gonna sell us alll off and keep her, aren't you?" She asked, somewhat dreading the answer.
"Fuck no. Much as I want a Vampire? I'm not stupid. If you get along with the rest of the Harem and she doesn't? I'll sell her ass off to someone who can deal with that shit. I've learned, through very intimate and personal experience, that much as I might want something? It might not be in my best interests. You? You could be very useful, just like any Vampira. I need someone who can keep watch at night, keep us company in the night and not worry about shit sneaking up on us when we're camping… and I won't lie? A Dark/Flying type is useful. Not on my 'most wanted' list, but you're cute. And I have a notablee weak spot for cute things." He gestured to Grace.
Grace looked utterly confused. She was anything but cute, and the look she gave her Tamer said as much.
"See what I mean?" He asked, looking at Grace with a mischievous grin. "Cute as a button, that."
Grace sighed, but went back to poking the fire with a stick.
When the sun rose, the Vampira seemed to lose all of her energy and yawned, falling asleep almost immediately. Just in time, as a spot in the tent had opened up with Pythia exiting and making herself some instant-coffee with a pot of boiling water and one of the packets they'd brought with them.
Scrying, using the hair of the now-sleeping Vampira as a trace, showed the way she and the pack she was with had taken. It was only through the woods on foot for maybe a few miles, then through the air which took the view of the scrying bowl to what Markus recognized despite the years of disuse and lack of upkeep, as a farmhouse in the middle of a clearing. Somehow it had stood up to the test of elements, uncaring Pokegirls, and lord only knows what else.
"Well." Markus blinked at the vision within the bowl. "That's not exactly what I was expecting, but I guess for now we wait. Tonight we should probably have two people on watch…"
Pythia shrugged. "Sadly, master, I can't help you much in trying to peer into the future. I already tried, and the most I could get waas you walking out of the woods near Lavenderriere. Before that everything's too turbulent, and after that everything's too varied." She sighed. She really wanted to just evolve and get it over with, maybe as a Sorceress she'd get more reliable visions.
Still, when Markus put an arm over Pythia's shoulders and led her towards a tree, sitting down with her on his lap, she relaxed into it. It was nice to just be held, some times.
Markus certainly didn't mind. He got to have a nice soft blonde who was absurdly easy to please on his lap. Soft not just of skin, but in her choice of clothing. It was nice how some of her clothing would be just the right amount of 'fluffy' to make her shoulder a perfect napping spot, or just make her extra-comfortable to have on his lap. Markus knew he was weird. He didn't care.
The day went slowly at first but after a brief nap next to the tree, with Grace keeping watch and gathering other small game which was stupid enough to get tangled up in her triplines and webs, Markus finally woke up and called out the whole of his current Harem.
Xiao immediately set to work on her exercises, dragging Pythia in as Salohiel oversaw things. The Archangel gave tips and corrections as she could, but ultimately she was doing her own thing as well. Pythia's ability to fight was laughable at best, but keeping in shape was important. As Xiao had her running through basic 'warm-up' exercises, it was actually kind of funny to watch Pythia struggle through what Markus remembered as the first 10 minutes of any given Karate class.
Not that Markus hadn't ever had problems with that routine, mind. It was just kind of fun to watch Pythia work for it. And watching a group of hot women working out was certainly far from unpleasant. Grace, with others awake, had taken her chance to sit down on Markus' lap, sans pants or underwear, and scratch a few itches that had developed… Mainly by getting herself Tamed.
There were days when Markus definitely questioned the wisdom of having two High Libido Pokegirls in the same Harem… And one Average Pokegirl who just liked getting fucked seven ways to sunday. Those days tended to die a horrible death when he was balls deep in either of the High-Libido Pokegirls.
So when, hours of training later, the Vampira looked out of the tent she'd awakened within to see an Archangel running teamwork drills with the Spider-girl who'd caught her, a girl with a big-ass sword, and a skinny little blonde with a funny hat? She was somewhat confused.
Markus, doing his own exercises, a regime developed by Salohiel to 'help keep her Tamer fit and healthy,' noted the head poking through the tent flaps and stopped in the middle of his bridge-exercise, where he was basically bent over backwards and supporting himself with his feet and his head to try and build up his core muscles.
"Hey there, bat-girl." He said, getting Salohiel's attention as well, causing her to look over at the red-eyed brunette looking out of the tent.
"Markus…" Salohiel looked back to her Tamer, a slight edge to her voice. "Who in the hell is that?"
"Right now? She's 'bat-girl' because I suck at naming things unless it involves some semi-religious symbolism, and even then I don't know what I'm doing because for all I know your name means something completely inappropriate." He said. "But what she is? She's a Vampira that grace caught. Tamed her last night so she'd either lead us to the Vampire, which she confirmed exists, or at the very least she'd be a good night-guard. She speaks english, apparently. Learned it from a transcient Tamer who didn't catch her 'cause he apparently had a full Harem and… Honestly that whole story sounded fake as hell, but I just went with it because there's no reason to get upset over that kind of shit."
Salohiel sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. Just when she thought her Tamer was taking things more seriously… "Why woud any tamer not catch a Feral, teach them English the old-fashioned way, and then just abandon them?" She asked.
"Fuck if I know." Markus said, sitting up fully to look at his Harem Alpha. "I just didn't see the need to press the issue."
"And she can explain herself, you know…" The Vampira said, loud enough for both of them to hear her. "She's got ears, and is right here…"
Salohiel rounded on the girl, now. "OK. So explain." She said, putting her hands on her hips and folding her wings up behind her.
"Fine. I was Feralborn. I was caught, Tamed, and then abandoned in goddamned Sapphron City on Sadie Poken's Day, because my idiot Tamer just didn't care enough about me to stick around once he'd gotten a full Harem of sloppy-seconds. Ass. Hole." she nearly growled out the last two words. "So, there I was, without a Tamer. Eventually I started going Feral, because being a Dark Pokegirl in a city filled with Psychics was bad mojo, and then I found myself on this route, where I found the Vampire I've been serving. Far as I'm concerned? I've been Feral all my damned life and never had a Tamer before."
Abbreviated the story might have been, but Markus was inclined to believe it. He'd kind of figured, given the nature of the world, that your average Tamer thought mainly with their dick rather than their brain… if they had a dick. He'd seen a resurgence of 'Female Tamer' stories before he found himself hoisted rather effectively by his own petard and stuck in the world he'd once written in.
Salohiel's eyes narrowed. She didn't entirely trust the story. The Vampira had already lied once. What was to stop her from doing so again? In any case, she apparently didn't scan as being owned by anyone, which meant that if she HAD a Pokeball before, it was broken, and by the laws of the Indigo League that meant she was 'fair game' for any wandering shmuck of a Tamer. Including hers.
"I don't like sloppy seconds." Markus said. "It's always given me the creeps. But meh." he shrugged, looking to Salohiel. "I think she's cute. Not only that? But she's got an ass you could bounce a coin off, and could be useful as a night-guard for the camp. A Dedicated night guard so we could get some more reliable sleep."
"And if, Gods above help us, you catch and Tame the Vampire? What then? Don't go getting attached to every Feral you think is 'cute' Markus." Salohiel said, almost snapping.
"Oi! I'm not 'getting attached.' I'm trying to go with the flow, here. Plans are good as long as they're not rigid and inflexible. We got one of the Vampira, which was part of the main goal. Now we're gonna get the rest of 'em tonight, and during the Full Moon we're going to go after the Vampire herself." When he saw Salohiel begin to speak, he cut her off. He didn't want to, but he also didn't want to get a lecture. "I know, Salohiel. She'll be strongest at night on a Full Moon. I know. But if we beat her when she's at her strongest, Tame her, and THEN try to work with her? She'll be a lot more pliable. Vampires never respect a Tamer who goes after them at their weakest. It's almost 'Neo Iczel' in nature. They'll refuse to obey someone who couldn't take them at their strongest."
Salohiel's mouth closed with an audible 'click.' She didn't like it. She thought Markus was being somewhat like his old self, going after pokegirls he thought were 'hot.' But ultimately? He was the Tamer, she was his Pokegirl. The Hierarchical part of Salohiel's mind enjoyed the thought that Markus was still making his own decisions. A weak leader easily led by his subordinates did not make for a good unit, but she still didn't like the idea that he wanted to keep the Vampira.
A small part of her simply thought that the Harem was simply expanding too fast. She'd pushed for the Arachnae, because they made for excellent trappers. She agreed with having Pythia and Xiao involved because a Fighting Type and a Magic Type were useful… But a Vampira? Yeah, they could be good Night-time guards, but… A Vampira AND a Vampire?
Salohiel was still adjusting to not having her Tamer all to herself, new personality or no. She'd had 4 years to herself, 4 years to get used to him, and 4 years to figure out her place in the scheme of things. This 'new' Markus? She felt almost like she was back to Square-one.
Markus, meanwhile, watched as the Vampira withdrew back into the tent and went back to his exercise. Salohiel followed suit, if only to keep up appearances, and began putting Xiao through her paces. The day went back to normal, with Markus spending the evening with just Salohiel and Grace outside. Pyshia, Xiao and the Vampira were situated in the tent, sleeping.
Markus spent the evening hours with an arm over Salohiel's shoulders, unhindered by wings which she'd hidden away for the moment, and the other arm over Grace's shoulders. It was nice. Quiet. He'd loved camping as a kid, because it gave him a chance to get away from everything. Here? He was literally away from everything. No debts, no bills to pay, nothing. He was free to just do whatever the fuck he wanted. With Salohiel and Grace? He could talk, joke, be inappropriate all he fucking liked and not have to worry. Sure, there were moral problems with the situation. But if he couldn't take the time to at least enjoy the view, smell the roses and appreciate the good things? He'd probably go mad.
So that's just what he did. He appreciated the sunset, a pair of sunglasses over his eyes to help for most of it. He appreciated the feeling of having two very attractive women next to him. He appreciated the green of the forest, the sounds of birds and insects… He appreciated the campfire, and the wood he'd gotten to keep it going.
He definitely appreciated when the sun went down and the Vampira finally woke up, coming outside and walked over towards him and the two Pokegirls. It actually did look like she was wearing a dark cloak. Reminded him of the old Gargoyles cartoon when Goliath would walk around with his wings like that. The fact that beneath it she was completely naked helped. When she sat down in front of him and leaned back using his legs as a rest he was disinclined to stop her. Salohiel took his sunglasses away when the sun had fully set and the four of them simply sat there, enjoying how many stars they could see in the night sky.
After a few minutes, Grace sighed and stood up. "It's time for me to monitor the triplines." she said, changing into her more arachnid form and scuttling to the center of her web in the tree branches, settling in like any normal spider waiting for prey.
The Vampira, meanwhile, took this as a chance to sit next to him, putting his arm over her shoulders and leaning into him.
"I still haven't decided if I'm going to keep you, at least not fully." Markus said, still letting his arm go over the Bat-girl's shoulders. "I mean, I know Salohiel has reservations."
Salohiel simply nodded her head. It was a little awkward since she was leaning on his shoulder, but she did it anyway.
The bat-girl tensed slightly before relaxing when Markus' hand began tracing small circles on her upper arm. "I know." she said. "I'm new. New things are either an obvious threat or a potential threat." she nuzzled her face into his chest a bit, leaning closer to him. "But you're not a cruel man. You won't just abandon me out in the middle of god's nowhere. If you were a cruel man, you'd have shoved me in a Pokeball, leaving me Feral until you could sell me, or you'd have Tamed me, gotten what you wanted from me, 'balled me, and then you'd sell me off at the earliest available opportunity. Or you'd have just killed me. There are a hundred different things you could have done, but you let me sleep through the day. You're letting me sit close to you now without a collar or a Pokeball… I think I could do much worse for a prospective Tamer."
Markus hesitated to mention that's almost exactly what he'd done with a couple dozen Pokegirls already. Caught them and sold them… but one takes the small victories where one can. He really did think she was cute as all hell. "Still. If you're sticking around? You'll need a name."
The Vampira shrugged. "Give me one after you've decided to keep me." she said. "That way you're not 'getting attached' to a Pokegirl you might not keep. Hell, for all I care? Catch the rest of the group I was with, keep us all, and you could have a whole squad of us around."
Markus was slightly put off by that, but he nodded. Salohiel didn't want him getting 'attached' to Pokegirls he wasn't going to keep, he didn't want to get attached… he'd always yelled at the Pokemon cartoon because of the stupid episode wherein Ash traded his goddamned Butterfree for a Raticate, then eventually let the Butterfree go anyway, and the stupid need the produced felt to have Ash basically restart with every new region, leaving behind his massively powerful teams of Pokemon, likely at Oak's lab causing all kinds of hell.
The night progressed, with those who hadn't taken naps (Markus and Salohiel) retiring to the tent and the others keeping guard. Markus 'caught' the Vampira in a Pokeball, then gave out a bunch to the members of his Harem who would be awake for the night keeping guard…
When Markus woke up, the sun was rising. He'd slept through the whole damned night. When he woke to find about a dozen Pokeballs lined up in his tent, Salohiel not next to him, and the Vampira sleeping like Morpheus owed her money and she needed to collect? He was slightly confused. Sleep left his brain slowly. Too slowly for him to realize what the hell was going on for at least five minutes.
So he sat there and blinked at the pokeballs for five minutes, his brain starting up and realizing what had happened. Once he got outside, his pants being the most difficult part of his ensamble to put on as usual, he found the named members of his Harem sitting around the fire, relaxing and roasting marshmallows out of a bag he'd had in his pack. It seemed like one part celebration and one part coming down off an adrenaline high.
It was then that it truly hit Markus… It struck him like a fucking lightning bolt just how little he was actually needed. He'd slept, and Salohiel had awakened to help fight off what appeared to be a small onslaught of Vampira, if the few corpses too injured to be captured were anything to go by, and… they'd handled it. They'd handled it quite well, given that with Salohiel's Aura of Healing up and working, the members of his Harem seemed to be perfectly fine. He basically existed in this dynamic solely to provide them with a means of staying sane, and legitimacy in a League that didn't think they deserved the same rights as humans.
That's about it.
Markus had a few thoughts on this. The first was that he could throw some kind of tantrum and get literally nothing done, if anything it would in fact set him back. The second was that he could accept it and move on, looking for a way to contribute to the world in which he found himself and trying to find out just what in the flying fuck had happened to him to get him there. The third was that he could try to make himself feel better by consoling himself in the need the Pokegirls in his Harem had for him specifically at that time to keep themselves sane.
Out of those, option two felt like the one that wouldn't both destroy everything he'd been trying to do in improving himself and not set him back in his more immediate material goals. The upshot was that he had about twelve Vampira safely tucked away in Pokeballs, about five more dead in the forest due to necessary complications of 'they're trying to kill me, so I killed them back first' and he had a group of Pokegirls who by and large he liked having around. Even if they didn't need him for anything more than 'a steady source of Vitamin D.'
That and Markus was getting seriously tired of contemplating the morality of his situation, the morality of the world itself, and his own uselessness in light of the omnipresent fact that no matter how much he tried he'd never actually be able to stand toe-to-toe with a Pokegirl who specialized in any given field. He now understood why the community had always gotten really intense about those arguments, then it petered off because there was literally no way of reconciling things. His modern sensibilities were a liability at best, a migraine waiting to happen at worst. His contemplations on morality took away from time he could be doing something productive with his life.
So, he simply ignored the little voice in his head telling him he was useless and walked over to the fire, sat down in between Salohiel and Xiao, and smiled at the small foursome of Pokegirls.
"Hey, ladies." he said. "How'd the fight go?"
"It went as well as could be expected." Salohiel said. She'd seen Markus' face go through various emotions. Emotions that over four years of being bound to the man she'd learned to read. Different personality or no, his tells at least remained the same. He was considering his position, and just what he was actually good for. "They attacked around 1 A.M. and we fought them off. I killed a couple, Xiao killed a couple, and Grace killed one, but we all tried to keep the killing to a minimum for the sake of capture."
"Sadly? Poison doesn't tend to care overmuch for whether you want someone to survive it. I'm still trying to measure doses properly." Grace said.
"And a Guan Dao isn't exactly a precision weapon." Xiao noted.
Pythia simply smiled at her Tamer. She'd told him what would likely happen. She was right. It felt good to be right on occasion.
Salohiel offered a roasted marshmallow to Markus, which he took before speaking. "Thanks, girls. I appreciate you guys letting me sleep, but… Why didn't you wake me up, Salohiel? I know you know I love my sleep, but I'm curious."
"Because." the Archangel said. "Three of us have been training for weeks now, and needed a proper field test against multiple opponents. One of us is new, and I needed to see how she'd fare without you feeding her orders, and the Vampira we caught yesterday needed to be given a field test as well, so I could evaluate her." She knew her Tamer relied on her a lot for things, these days. He'd been asking her to handle more and more as the Alpha, which was good since it'd free him up to do things she literally couldn't, but humans had such fragile egos. And Markus wanted to be seen as necessary. He was in many respects, but since his radical change of personality and memory? He seemed to have forgotten more than a few of those reasons.
"For someone who claims to have written stories of our world, shaping it to your every perverted desire? You don't actually seem to know a lot about it, do you?" Grace asked.
Markus laughed. "Yeah. I'm the 'Idiot God' alright. When I wrote stories? They focused on one person's perspective, almost never on the over-arching scheme of the world itself since most of that had already been done, and the bits that hadn't that i took up? Different continent. I could tell you everything about Slot League culture, design, even architecture if they followed my ideas for it, even the ones I never actually wrote down. But it seems that no matter how much one writes, there's always something new to discover."
"Some say…" Salohiel started, "That the Thousand Gods created the world in order to explore it, to find out more about themselves in the doing. Albert Einstein once asked whether the Divine had any choice in the creation of the universe. Maybe that's what's happened here, then? Or maybe you and your friends simply tapped into this world unconsciously, wrote about it, and thought you'd created it?" she offered.
"Existential bullshit aside? I kicked ass." Xiao said, grinning and leaning onto Markus' shoulder. "And I expect a reward. I'm thinking you give me the newbie for a day, a deluxe double-ended dildo with all the bells and whistles, a few nipple-clamps, and a rubber gimp-suit, and I'll have her literally eating out of the palm of my hand by the time you get her back." she said, her grin turning lascivious quickly.
"I could do with some new clothes." Grace noted.
"And I'd like to expand my spellbook collection… To actually having a spellbook collection, mostly." Pythia piped up.
Salohiel just shrugged. "I need nothing I can't summon for myself, but a date-night that doesn't involve us sitting in a Pokecenter room watching netflix and eating pizza would be nice."
Markus listened and sighed, as he almost felt his wallet growing thinner, despite not actually having a physical wallet anymore.
When the morning dragged on, all but Salohiel and Markus fell asleep in the tent. Markus sat with Salohiel doing breathing exercises for a while before going into basic fighting techniques and physical training for the both of them. Salohiel obviously outpaced him, but Markus kept it up nonetheless. He wasn't going to be a useless lump, damn it!
"You DO realize you're needed, more than just as a dick, right?" Salohiel asked while they were in the middle of going through forms for basic Tai Kwan Do. "You're the rock the Harem gathers around. You keep us Tamed, but you also keep us grounded. That's a tamer's job. To train us, help us use our power the right way…"
Markus sighed and nodded, going into a series of high-blocks as part of the form and trying to keep his footwork correct. His right knee had begun to sting a little, but Salohiel's Aura of Healing was keeping it bearable. "I know. But it doesn't help when I feel useless to know that I'm not." he said, chuckled at the paradox. "Feelings are neither rational or quantifiable, which means they can neither be controlled or rejected. As a wise person once said? 'We never defeat our demons. We merely learn to live above them.'"
"Sounds wise enough. Just doesn't give you any hint on how to go about learning." Salohiel seemingly groused. She was hoping her Tamer could come to this on his own. He just needed a bit of pushing to take the last few steps.
"Simple. You learn. Wisdom grows not from age but from experience, but only if you let it. The most experienced man can be as unwise as any other, but the experienced man who learned from those experiences gains in wisdom." Markus said. "You learn that your emotions have a place, to learn from them and to take that which will help you to grow while pruning the rest and letting it go."
Salohiel smiled. Her job was done. Now all Markus had to do was actually take the words to heart, rather than be able to quote them. Something most Celestials learn early in their lives… All the wise counsel in the world is worthless when the advisor is speaking to someone who can't accept the words.
The day passed quietly, with Salohiel correcting Markus' footwork and form as needed, both of them taking a break around noon to give Salohiel a temporary 'reward' for the last night's fight, and Markus setting up for making dinner/breakfast for the Harem. Why Salohiel didn't need to sleep so much? Markus wasn't sure. He wasn't sure Archangels HAD the 'sleepless' enhancement, but he had been meaning to revise them before he'd found himself in that world, so who knew? Maybe someone had done it already, or maybe they'd just been utterly wrong about them to begin with. Chicken, meet Egg. Which one came first?
The sun setting and the moon rising, full and bright in the sky, signaled the awakening of the Vampira who had been sleeping in the tent. She made her way out and latched sleepily onto Markus' arm as he sat, reading a book on his Pokedex.
"Good evening, Master…" She said, leaning onto him and nearly rubbing her breasts on his arm. "Were you impressed by the haul from last night?"
"Very much, so." Markus said, putting his Pokedex away and looking at the sleepy Bat-girl. She had her wings slightly parted so he could easily see she was still nude under the wing-cloak. Her breasts were, in fact, pressed up against his arm, and his hand was dangerously close to the junction between her legs. "But for tonight I think it best if we keep on our guard. I've read one too many horror stories wherein the main heroes got frisky on a full moon out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere and got killed by being inattentive." he said, using his free hand to ruffle the girl's hair a little.
"Fine, Master." she said, pulling away slightly. "I'll call in that debt after you've caught, tamed, and claimed that Vampire you're after."
"You know? I'd imagine you'd be a lot more against trying to get attached to me, knowing I plan to at least try to keep that Vampire. The Vampira entry always said ya'll hate Vampires once you're Tamed, 'cause you don't want to end up being forced to go Feral and do the whole 'slavish devotion' thing with them again…" Markus noted, looking at the Vampira in confusion.
"Well, I won't say I'm overly comfortable with it, but if it means I get a steady Tamer who won't just abandon me because they found some hot new piece of ass they want to smash? I'll take what I can get." the bat-girl said, shrugging slightly before leaning back to sit fully on her own. "I'll get to guarding stuff. She'll probably attack tonight, since I'm fairly certain we got all of the Vampira serving her. My memory's a little fuzzy though, so my count isn't exactly trustworthy."
Not twenty minutes after the Vampira had taken up a post in a tree to watch for incoming threats, Markus' attention was drawn by her pointing silently at a small pale dot in the night sky, highlighted by the moon.
Taking out a pair of binoculars, Markus looked at the 'dot' and saw exactly what he'd hoped and feared. In the full moon, he could see the girl a little more clearly. Pale skin? Yep. feral grimace showing off elongated fangs? Oh yeah. Completely buck-nude? Kinda hot, but yes. And she was flying right at them on a pair of wings seemingly made of smoke. As she got closer, Markus could make out that her nails were elongated as well. Still, she was kind of cute, in that 'I'm going to kill all of the things' way.
"She's on her way, ladies!" Markus shouted. "Grace? I want you ready for capture and binding. Pythia? Long-range pot shots with Mystic Bolts. Xiao? Stay back. She's a Ghost-type, and Fighting purely physically is probably a bad plan, but be ready to back Salohiel up. Salohiel? You're up. Celestial attacks are preferable, but try not to kill her. If you do? Oh smegging well. I'll live and collect the bounty."
With orders given, the Harem got into position. Pythia hid behind a tree while Salohiel stepped fully into the open and unfurled all of her wings. Xiao stood nearby with her Guan Dao ready, but only in so much as to take a potshot here or there if the opportunity presented itself. Grace, meanwhile, scurried in her battle-form up into the trees.
When the Vampire landed, Markus could see far more clearly the features which night had obscured, the moonlight being able to do only so much. Bright red eyes framed by filthy black hair which hung lank in thick tangled groupings. Her pale skin was almost dayglow bright up close. If she laid down on a beach in the sunlight Markus was fairly certain the only means he'd have to spot her would be her hair. Thankfully, she was unlikely to be doing so, since Vampires and Daylight tend to not get along overly well.
The moment she touched the ground, she was put on the backpedal, snarling and foaming slightly at the edges of her mouth as Salohiel swiped at her with quick slashes of a summoned golden sword sparking with Celestial energies. Markus watched and motioned for Xiao to hold back since Salohiel, it seemed, liked to get close to her opponent when she could. Markus watched as she cut and nicked the Vampire's arms, which the Feral used to keep her strikes away from her vitals. The wounds sizzled and smoked as they were made, filling the air with a slight ting of cooking flesh.
Not the best of smells, combined with her already rather pungent odor. She likely hadn't bathed in weeks.
But Salohiel? Salohiel was like a work of art in one-on-one combat. Watching her move, dodging attempts to bite her, using her Wings as shields when she had to protect herself from a swipe of bloodied claws, only to take a shot at the Vampire's legs with her sword moving through the air like a ribbon and striking like a viper… It was, in it's own violent way, beautiful. Markus almost missed the chance Grace had to capture the Vampire in webbing. The two combatants were moving far faster than Markus had ever seen someone move outside of movies with good special-effects budgets, or clever editing, so when the Vampire was nearly pinned to the tree in which grace sat by her shoulder, Salohiel's sword hissing and burning her flesh as it dug through her into the wood, Markus snapped out of it and shouted.
"Grace! Now! Paralytic Venom and webbing!"
Grace, like a monster right out of some kid's nightmare, dropped down onto the Vampire and quickly began wrapping the injured Pokegirl in webbing. She took a quick shot at biting the girl's injured shoulder, her fangs piercing the flesh just barely. It was enough, however, as despite the girl's continued struggles, Grace was able to wrap the girl in thick strands of webbing. The struggles got weaker and weaker, ending in the Vampire being wrapped up tight in a somewhat awkward position. Her uninjured arm was reaching behind her head while her injured arm was held securely against her chest. One of her legs was bent against her, while the other was extended. At least at first. Grace moved the leg up next to her other, leaving her in a very strange almost-kneeling pose.
By the end, she had to have been wrapped up in nearly half a foot of webbing, and Grace looked tired. Salohiel, meanwhile, let her sword vanish into the ether from whence it came while she watched impassively.
Her desire to just smite the girl was still there. She wanted to just end the Vampire and not waste either her own time, or her Tamer's, trying to keep the girl. If she was Feralborn? She was already more trouble than she was worth. But no matter what it looked like the bounty was theirs.
Markus watched in fascination. Sure, he'd seen spiders wrapping things in webbing-cocoons before. He'd even seen Grace do it. But it was always fascinating to see her insectile legs move her prey around while webbing was produced from her spinnerets. When she finished, he moved up to pat her on her shoulder.
"Very well done, grace. Thank you." He said, looking from her to her handiwork.
"I am VERY hungry, Markus." Grace said. "I'm going to need to either eat that webbing when you're done or I'm going to need a lot of protein soon."
Markus nodded. "I've got some meat I've been saving in my pack. Pork, mostly, but some chicken as well. I'll make up some stir-fry with noodles, eggs, and the meats."
Grace nodded, and slinked back up into the tree to her main web.
Next Markus went to Salohiel and gave the Archangel, looking for all the world like a mythical Archangel figure of old, a big hug. "Thank you, Salohiel. You were beautiful, there. Kind of made me remember how someone could make a symphony based on a battle."
Salohiel relaxed into the hug and wrapped her arms around her Tamer. "Just remember that. I'm the Alpha, I'm beautiful, and I'm awesome." She replied, grinning a little.
"An Angel with an Ego." Markus chuckled, pulling back before kissing her cheek. "How lucky I am that you're mine."
With that said, Pythia and Xiao came closer to look at the webbed-up, paralyzed, Vampire. Salohiel kissed Markus on his cheek in return before heading to the tent, her wings folding up and vanishing before she plopped herself into the sleeping bag, her blonde hair splaying out slightly as she went to sleep.
Markus chuckled and looked at the Vampire, at last. Pythia and Xiao were both poking the paralyzed Pokegirl with a couple of sticks… The Vampira Markus had, admittedly, gotten slightly attached to whom he was mentally calling 'Number 1,' had come down as well and begun poking the Vampire as well. A bit harder than the others, but Markus pretended not to notice.
"Alright, Ladies. I need to bring this poor lady back to the land of the self-aware." He said, moving next to the webbed up and nearly-prostrated Vampire. "And I'd prefer it without an audience. Xiao? Take her," he pointed to 'Vampira Number 1,' "To the bushes. You're in charge, so have fun. I'll work on the other stuff when we get to a town."
Xiao, energetic Fighting Type that she was, smiled wide, grabbed the Vampira 'round her hips, hefted the Pokegirl over her shoulder, and rushed into the bushes, giggling all the way.
"Pythia? If you could go and make sure Salohiel doesn't wake up with tangled hair? I'd appreciate it. And Grace?" He looked up into the tree where Grace sat on a branch, "... Ya know what? You just sit there. You earned it. Once this one's been Tamed, You and I can sit by the fire for a while."
Pythia smiled and nodded, moving to the tent and closing the flap after her. She'd brush the Archangel's hair while she slept and make sure it was properly put up so it wouldn't get tangled in the night… Then she'd probably just read on Markus' Pokedex for a while.
Grace nodded silently and rested. She was hungry, damn it all. But she'd wait. For now.
Markus finally looked back to the Vampire, bound and paralyzed. Not even her eyes were free from the webs encasing her, but she was in a good position for this. Grace probably knew this, which would be why she moved the Vampire's once-extended leg into it's current position. Her ass was pointed practically straight up. All it'd take is a bit of effort to uncover it. With a pocket-knife cutting away at the thick, sticky webbing, Markus made progress in getting to the pale flesh beneath.
After five minutes of work, with a few minutes taken off to clean his knife every so often, he finally had a perfect view of the Vampire's vagina and ass. Like a ripe, juicy peach staring him in the face. A part of him wanted to scream. The girl was paralyzed via poison, tied up in what could only be a bondage fetish gone horribly awry, and he was thinking of shoving his dick into her and taking her to pound-town. A larger part told him logically that she was Feral, and this was literally the only way to bring her out of it… Other than maybe Oral, and he wasn't sticking his dick in her mouth. Not with those fangs.
Nope. Not happening. Not only was it just as bad, but it had the distinct possibility of the Paralysis running out and her biting it off. Fuck. That. Noise.
So, he undid his pants, letting them drop to his ankles before stepping out of them and moving up to the girl, sitting down right behind her and pulling the cheeks apart to get a better view.
Whatever he'd been expecting, thinking she might be dry and uninterested, he was completely wrong. The girl was practically dripping the moment she felt his hands on her ass. Within a minute of looking, touching, and inspecting every inch he could see of her body, the Vampire was literally dripping, glistening drops of evident arousal making it quite clear that, even if her conscious mind was buried under the weight of her Feral mind-state, her Libido was still active, running, and ready for action.
So when he slid his dick into the warm and sopping wet hole, he was surprised to find that it was still relatively tight, despite her body still being paralyzed. Of course, the poison used only cut off conscious muscular control. Autonomic muscle reactions were still functioning properly… At least that's what he thought might be the case.
There days he hated the random trivia he knew and wished he'd focused more on specific things. Like right now? He was being drawn to focus solely on the feeling of the Vampire's pussy wrapping around his dick and unconsciously trying to wring him of everything it could.
When he got comfortable, buried balls-deep in the girl's pussy and feeling the wet warmth like she was trying to melt his dick, he established a rhythm. He withdrew until only the head of his dick was left inside her only to slowly push back inside. The cool night air on his balls, exacerbated by the dripping moisture of her arousal, certainly helped him contain the urge to just pound away and cum as fast as possible. He wanted to enjoy this as much as he could.
With that in mind he began going at her a bit harder, smacking his hips against hers before pulling back. He could see the paralysis beginning to wear off as her hand, wrapped up in webbing, began to flex beneath the silk. Her legs tenses up slightly, but only for a moment. The paralytic was still going… How long had he been at this? He pushed in slowly and pulled out a few times before he felt her pussy clamp down on him and seemingly have a seizure around him. A gush of warm liquid washed out over his balls as he heard an unintelligible groan from within the cocoon before it was just too much for his brain to control consciously. He began hammering in and out of the bound-up Vampire before burying himself as deep as he could into her and painting her insides with ropes of sticky white.
After a few more small thrusts, trying as hard as he could to get deeper into her, he was finished and he leaned over her bound form to rest for a moment, letting his arms, previously practically glued to her hips, hold him up as his hands pushed into the soft dirt.
When he recovered, he began unbinding the somewhat docile girl, leaving her arms and legs bound but removing the rest and handing it off to Grace, who made her way down when she saw he was done Taming the Vampire. As Markus passed her the webbing, she ate it. Several species of spider did that, but most of them were Orb-weavers, not the Brown Recluse on which Grace seemed to be based. The Vampire's arms were bound anew with some of the webbing before Grace seemed to get an idea and dove into the vampire's pussy, tongue-first while waving her now-human looking behind at her Tamer.
Some days? It really did pay to be a Tamer. When the Vampire began moaning and her muscle-control returned to her enough for her to get into it physically? She practically shoved herself back into Grace's face while Markus pushed Grace forward from behind… Looked like Grace was taking after Xiao… This would be hilarious.
Note the sarcasm.
/End
Final notes: I know. I go into the morality thing a lot. I'm trying to describe how this wonderful stupid self-insert vehicle could possibly end with myself, whom i consider a man of moral fortitude willing to stick by my principles, getting into the world of Pokegirls, willing to take advantage of a girl paralyzed and bound up in 6in of webbing with comparable tensile strength to steel. I'll write up what Xiao does with the Vampira ((I'm leaving the name to a vote, since this chapter will mark the time of publication for me)) in the next chapter… I know, again, that I said I try to avoid Gil/girl scenes, but I've been told (repeatedly) that I don't actually suck at them… so feel free to disagree with me and tell me I'm wasting my time.
Now, back to my other stories. I'll be posting new chapters as I write them. These 5 took me 5 damned months… granted 1-4 only took me, like, 2 months. The 5th one took me a long fucking time… gimme a break.
Review, Follow, poodles… Have fun, folks.