The chains clinked idly against the wall where I dangled. I had to admit, I was kind of impressed. I had no idea how they'd managed to cobble together a cell made exactly for me in so little time. Then I remembered - magic - and it suddenly became a lot less impressive.

Not that it was easy to think with the work being done to my lower head. I flinched as an elf girl rubbed me right under the tip, a shudder shooting up on my back. To make matters worse, a kitsune followed that up by swallowing my cock whole, sending me into the stutters as she went to work exciting my cock, bringing it right up to a full erection.

From the distance I could see the tell-tale shadow of another, smaller kitsune walking up to my cell. Yeah. You heard me.

Cell.

This wasn't some kind of weird fetish sex dungeon... and that thought ended the moment I spotted the assorted sex toys hanged on the wall. Like how did you use some of those? Well sure, whatever I guess this could be a sex dungeon, just right now it was being used as cell.

All for little old me.

Honestly? I'm sure I've had worst Thursdays, but you'd have to give me a bit to think them up. Kinda hard to do that when you're beaten blue, purple and orange. I could tell by the sensation around my eye that it was going to bruise badly, the taste of blood and dirt in my mouth and sloppy blowjob being done on me did not help matters at all.

Still better than the time I tried asking my boss for a raise.

I couldn't even bring myself up to produce another spell right now. Not that it would've done much given my audience. The mix of pain and pleasure only caused me to moan and wince at once.

"Gotta hand it to y'all lassies," I began, drawing out all the English blood within me. "You sure showed me that girl power really ain't a myth. Way to stick it to da man!"

That smart remark earned me a slap on my ass, and increased gargling around my cock. Funny to think that just a few months ago this would've made me cum just from the sensation; at least there's a blessing in being trapped in a world with sex freaks.

The elf's telekinetically fondled my balls as she lowered herself to kiss me, worming her tongue past mine and asserting dominance in my mouth. I could see the glistening trail of saliva as she pulled back, electing to nibble along my neck. I hissed, she wasn't being too nice about it either.

Yeah, my number was definitely up this time. Not too sure how I would climb myself out of this whole mess. Between all the chaos I'm just surprised I hadn't been dealt with sooner. Guess there were bigger things to handle, with all this magic, monster and angel business going on. Admittedly, I probably should've been paying a bit more attention to that.

But the chains digging into my wrists kinda matter a lot more to me right now. That and the weirdly erotic assplay going on. I was screwed, and not for the first time since I've ended up in this world, in more than two ways at the same time.

I was being put to work by not just one, but two monster girls. At least this breastplate stuck with me through all of this; thank the Lord for Enrikan construction! I was going to have to buy Micaela a drink or something if I somehow got out of this. Or maybe she'd appreciate the sentiment of a hand-written letter; definitely not because I was totally flat broke or anything…

But basically, the monster girls weren't needed at all. They were just double teaming me just to make my day worse in general; I'd appreciate the blowjobs in a very different scenario though. I smirked at the black eyes and bruises I'd given before my untimely takedown. That one awarded me an aggressive mix of a kiss and bite down on my lower lip

"Settle down." The voice of the newcomer was only a little above an inside voice, but it reduced the sounds of sex to nothing. Reluctantly, my cock was pulled out of the kitsune's mouth and was left throbbing in the air, begging for release. "I shall handle this… human."

Something in her voice told me she wasn't talking about finishing me off. At least not in the sexual manner. And was a little ashamed to say I was disappointed.

Which was why I had the genius idea to metaphorically stick my foot in my own mouth. "So, how's it going laddies?" It only occurred to me that she could make that happen, just with the small side effect of me not being alive.

That did it.

"Raise him up."

I flinched as the kitsune and elf duo hoisted me up by the collar, trying to balance me like a parent guiding a toddler through its first steps. My feet sagged against the ground; I could barely bend my knees, let alone stand on my own. I didn't even bother struggling, even the slightest wrong movement sent a spasm of pain up my arm.

I found myself facing an even smaller kitsune. I didn't expect her eyes to be lustful or happy in any sense, but neither was there the raw anger and wrath I expected. She glared at me with anger, yes, but it was more like the... I dunno, I guess an 'I am so so disappointed in you' kinda look. Like she was an angry parent going to scold me after staying out past curfew. Yeah, there was no way was I going to patronized by this... little monster.

Sudden terror went through me as I remembered Tamamo's past exploits, but I fought not to let it show. Give monster girls an inch and they'll take the whole length.

"Now, who are you?"

I gave it a thought, stuffing down the joke in my mind. "Mattias."

There was a pause. "...Mattias," she repeated.

"Mattias," I agreed, smiling.

"That's not the name I remember you being called by earlier..."

"Hey, it's pretty dangerous to let everyone know who you are." I would've shrugged but well, the chains.

Her expression turned cross.

"How did you get that poison?" asked Tamamo no Mae, Heavenly Knight of the Earth. From such a distance, her voice was little more than a whisper, yet I could feel the very air tremble with each breath. "I do wonder how you managed to murder the Spider Princess as well. But the poison."

Tamamo watched me, curious as to how I'd react to the question. Her eyes became a lot less maternal when she saw me spit out a bile of dirt and blood.

Each word was a thinly veiled thread, ready to slice me apart if I gave the wrong answer. A cold pit threatened to swallow up my chest.

But still…

"Well, Ms. Tamamo," I began, coughing as a dirty grin graced my beat-up face. Through a split lip, a bloody nose and an eye half swollen shut, I continued, "That would be telling, would it not?"