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Magic Users

Damon watched as Tsukune held back the Phoenix's beak. The serpent Fang-Fang had summoned had been banished as soon as Yukari cut its summoning charm, the slip of paper Fang-Fang had stuck on the end of his sword. Then, Fang-Fang had summoned the phoenix, except it had appeared as an infant, looking like a cartoonish chick. It had transformed, however, once it ate the charm that was supposed to allow Fang-Fang to control it, robbing Fang-Fang of his ability to control the bird. Then, when it attacked Tsukune, Tsukune had caught it. A moment later, Moka, still sealed, joined him, the pair struggling to hold the bird back.

"I don't want you to join the Mafia!" Moka said. "I don't think you should be involved with something like polygamy!"

Damon rolled his eyes, walking toward them. Fang-Fang had told Tsukune that the Huang Mafia family would allow him to have as many wives as he wanted, in hopes that telling Tsukune he didn't have to choose between Moka and Kurumu, or find a way to get Yukari to stop trying to convince him to share Moka with her, would tempt him into joining.

Suddenly, the phoenix began to shout about the pair annoying him and his power spiked, only for his beak to go nowhere, suddenly held in Damon's scaled hand, even as Tsukune and Moka both leapt away. Damon clenched the beak tightly and when the phoenix tried to back away, it again went nowhere.

"I like you," Damon said. "It's been a while since I've seen a fire chicken. I think I'll keep you. I'll name you Aqua. Or Rain."

"You insignificant peasant!" the phoenix seethed. "Release me! Who the hell do you think you are!?"

"No one special," Damon smirked. "Just the Fire Devil King."

The phoenix shrieked in surprise and fear, beating its wings furiously in a futile attempt to escape, apologies and pleas for mercy spewing from him rapidly. Finally, Damon released him, only to shoot forward and drill his fist into the phoenix's gut, forcing it to cough up the tag, which fell away into ash immediately. The phoenix crashed to the ground in a heap before fading, leaving behind an egg the size of Damon's head. Damon smirked, lifting it and nodding approvingly as he sensed the live phoenix inside of it. He resisted the urge to spin his trophy on his finger like a basketball, not wanting to scramble its contents.

"Apology accepted, you overgrown pheasant," Damon smiled. "Pleasure doing business with you."

"You punched it so hard it laid an egg?" Tsukune asked. "But I thought it was male."

"It was," Damon said. "Phoenixes are special in that both males and females can reproduce by laying an egg on command, though the males can only do so once. Phoenixes also happened happen to be somewhere between Fire Devils' pets and enslaved animals. Angering one of me, especially being the Fire Devil King, is tantamount to signing his own death warrant. So, he left me this egg as a peace offering."

"Hand over that egg right this instant!" Fang-Fang ordered.

"And why in the seven levels of Hell would I do that?" Damon asked.

"Pyotan was summoned by me, and therefor that egg belongs to me!" Fang-Fang snapped.

"I don't think so," Damon said. "I don't care where your overgrown pigeon came from, or who it belongs to. This egg was a peace offering to me to do with as I please. Which means, if I want to shove it up your ass like an anal bead, then pull it back out, crack it open, scramble it, shit in it, turn it into a shit omelet, and for feed it to you, I will. As things stand, I think I might actually keep it. Phoenixes are far more pleasant to be around than the ayashi trash I'm stuck dealing with every day, excluding Mizore, and once I've trained him properly, he'll make a decent battery for if I ever have to go somewhere cold enough to kill me."

"You're going to use it as a battery!?" Fang-Fang demanded.

"Yeah," Damon said. "So what?"

"So it belongs to me!" Fang-Fang snapped. "I will take it by force if I-"

Mizore stepped up behind him and raised an arm, encasing him in ice, leaving a pair of tunnels for his nostrils to breathe through. "He'll thaw by the end of the school day, and I left him holes to breathe through. He'll be fine."

"Thank you," Damon smiled. "Now, we should get back to class. Lunch is almost over."

The others all nodded and they headed back inside, leaving Fang-Fang where he was. Once the school day had ended, Damon waited outside for Mizore before the two of them headed back to the male dorm, as usual neither caring about the rule of no sharing rooms with the opposite gender, or having sex on the Academy's grounds. Of course, that rule was made a bit more glaringly broken when they reached Damon's floor and heard Ruby's voice moaning and crying out in pleasure, frustration, and desperation all the way from the far end of the hallway. Damon had honestly forgotten about the state he left her in. She was probably getting pretty damn close to her mind breaking entirely by now.

"Jeez, she sounds like a bitch in heat," Damon grumbled as they walked toward the room.

"By now she most likely is," Mizore said.

Damon grunted in concomitance and opened the door to his room, he and Mizore stepping inside as they stared at Ruby. She had literally ripped off her clothes and dropped them onto the floor at some point, and she had gotten so wet that the entire bed was soaked. Currently, she was arched off the bed on her head and feet currently, her hands currently busy roughly fingering both of her holes in a desperate, and ultimately futile, attempt to give herself the release the spell she was under denied her. Damon rolled his eyes, walking over to the fire shower and putting the egg in it, turning the flames on and closing the door.

"You're actually going to cook it?" Mizore asked.

"As if," Damon snorted. "They have to be kept warm, usually by the adult phoenix's flames, in order to keep the baby inside from freezing to death. I've been keeping it warm by heating my hands all day."

He walked over to stand beside Ruby on the bed, Ruby currently positioned with her feet toward her. Just as Mizore joined him at her side, Ruby dropped to the bed, wailing in frustration and lifting her head, her hands not slowing in either of her holes as she moaned and cried out, unable to even speak to beg him to end the spell and let her finish.

"I could just leave her like this," Damon said, Ruby wailing pitifully and collapsing back to the bed, hands still hard at work uselessly.

"If this keeps up, her mind will probably break within the next hour," Mizore said. "And you did promise to end the spell before that happened."

"True," Damon said. "Fine. A deal's a deal."

Ruby moaned loudly in appreciation as Damon quickly stripped, Mizore doing the same thing. Once done, Damon lifted Ruby with his tail, turning her around before Mizore climbed up over her, positioning her hips over Ruby's face then bending down and pulling Ruby's hand away from her sopping wet pussy, replacing Ruby's fingers with her own as her tongue went to work on Ruby's clit, making the witch wail even louder in pleasure.

"Just a heads up, but you're not finishing until both Mizore and I are satisfied," Damon said.

Ruby instantly lifted her head, her free hand pulling Mizore's hips down to where Ruby could lock her lips around Mizore's clit, working it viscously, Mizore crying out in surprise before it turned into a moan of pleasure. Damon watched for a few moments as Ruby's hands both moved to Mizore's hips, remaining there for all of two seconds before she began to finger both of Mizore's holes. Mizore moaned loudly, beginning to rock her hips.

"How's the new toy?" Damon asked after a few minutes as he watched Mizore's hips beginning to tremble.

Mizore moaned loudly, only to suddenly cry out in pleasure as she began to cum hard, shaking and bucking atop Ruby. Damon stepped forward, pulling Ruby's right hand away from Mizore's slit, pushing himself into her clenching and spasming tunnel, instantly beginning to thrust into her. Ruby continued to work Mizore's clit hungrily as Mizore returned the favor, her own hands working Ruby's holes as viscously as Damon and Ruby together were working her own. After a few more seconds, Ruby suddenly pulled her other hand back, both now working her breasts roughly, to the point that she was likely giving herself bruises. However, Damon didn't care about that. His most pressing concern was that his balls smacking into Ruby's head each time he buried himself in Mizore's needy cunt was starting to hurt bad enough that he wasn't enjoying himself. He formed his scales over his scrotum, both stopping his balls from swinging, and stopping the impacts from hurting. Or rather, stopping them from hurting him. Ruby, on the other hand, cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure each time the harder-than-steel scales smacked her in the forehead, quickly bruising her there.

Damon smirked, ignoring her, knowing full well how much she enjoyed pain, and instead gripped Mizore by the hips, yanking her back into him with every thrust, also making it so that he didn't his Ruby with his armored balls as often or as hard. And Mizore was loving the added force. Within a handful of thrusts, she was cumming again. Damon felt himself beginning to slip, his thighs beginning to tremble slightly and his balls beginning to tighten inside their armored sack. He slammed into Mizore harder and faster, Mizore wailing and moaning in ecstasy, unable to even pleasure Ruby anymore, not that that was in any way necessary.

Damon grunted, lifting Mizore off of Ruby, who his tail instantly flipped around again, then set Mizore on top of the witch, ramming himself back into Mizore and leaning forward, kissing her. Ruby reached around Mizore, kneading her breasts, making Mizore moan into the kiss. Damon felt the stinging cold sensations of her flesh against his flooding his brain and rapidly driving him over the edge and grunted, ramming himself into her over and over before trying to pull out, only to realize he'd lost control of his hips. Mizore instantly realized the problem, because even during her own orgasm, she shoved him back before dropping off of Ruby and taking Damon into her mouth, Damon's hips instantly ramming his rod into her throat over and over, face-fucking her roughly. Then, he exploded, Mizore gagging slightly before beginning to swallow over and over as his body continued to jerk and buck into her mouth. Behind them, at the same time as Damon broke, his spell ended and Ruby's shriek of euphoric release echoed through the entire dorm, and outside as well, as she bucked and shoot on the bed like she was having an orgasm, her juices squirting out of her tunnel and actually managing to reach Mizore.

Finally, both of their orgasms ended and Damon groaned, stepping back from Mizore, then stepped past her and collapsed onto the bed, groaning. Mizore lay along the side opposite Ruby and he rolled over onto his back, Mizore laying along his side instantly, both whimpering, as much as Damon hated to admit he made such a pathetic sound, at the contact.

"I'm sorry," Damon said. "I got carried away and lost control."

"It's alright," Mizore smiled. "It felt amazing. Besides, thanks to the state Ruby was in, it wasn't really a romantic, slow and gentle lovemaking kind of mood anyway. But still, from now on, let's try to not be quite that rough. My throat hurts now, and I doubt I'll be walking normally tomorrow."

Damon chuckled. "I doubt Ruby will be walking at all," Damon said, looking over at the witch, who had fainted from pleasure, but who was still twitching and spasming in the aftermath of her orgasm. "Thank you for stopping me."

Mizore nodded, kissing him on the cheek. "Ruby'll figure something out."

Damon nodded and sighed, kissing Mizore. He smiled. Even though he had finished in her mouth, she tasted as minty and perfect as ever, not even a hint of his taste on her lips, tongue, or breath. Although, he could taste Ruby on her tongue, and he was quite pleased with the taste. Although, it made him realize he hadn't done that for Mizore yet. Even the first time. He leaned down, kissing her again, and she could sensed that something was a little different about it.

"What is it?" Mizore asked, once he'd pulled away.

"Next time, it'll be all about you," Damon said. "I promise."

"Hasn't it always been all about me?" Mizore asked.

Damon smiled. "Just wait."

She nodded, smiling and giving him one last kiss before setting her head back down on his chest and sighing, quickly drifting off to sleep, only for Damon to stand, carefully and gently lifting the two women before turning and exhaling a stream of flames onto the bed, instantly drying it before laying back down, this time pulling the covers up over the three of them before following them into unconsciousness.

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