It served them both right.
Yuki had missed out on witnessing Ember’s death yesterday, but it seemed to be all anyone could talk about, how that gross monster thing had gobbled her up before flying off. Seo- The freak had been sobbing and wailing, and they’d nearly had to put her down to get her to shut up and go in the elevator. By the time the Paradisium forces had tracked the monster down, it had all but completely melted, with Ember’s corpse still in its belly. So much for the vaunted immortality of a Phoenix.
Yuki didn’t feel the slightest sympathy for either of them. Ember had been an upstart bitch who’d died like the pathetic little nothing she really was. And the freak was a stupid, self-righteous, naive fool who should’ve just kept her head down and stuck to being Yuki’s clit polisher. They’d both gotten what they deserved, and she couldn’t care less. Served them both right.
“Hurry up, whore,” Master Mordred demanded without turning around, tugging on the nogitsune’s leash. The vampire’s ridiculous strength meant that the collar tightened around her neck like it was going to decapitate her, and Yuki couldn’t help gagging, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, as she was pulled forward and dragged across the ground several feet by the casual tug. She quickly scrambled back onto her hands and knees and crawled at a faster pace behind her owner as he continued striding forward. Her ears almost flattened back with anger at the callous treatment, but she stopped herself. Even when he wasn’t looking, he always knew.
It felt odd to be outside after so long underground. The great main building of the Paradisium was behind them, and they were traveling along a wide paved road surrounded by grass and smaller, but still gaudy buildings. Yuki would’ve enjoyed the fresh air much more if she wasn’t so busy trying to keep up with her owner. The Paradisium was as busy as she’d ever seen it, people streaming in and out to take advantage of the final open day of the market, but everyone, human or otherwise, parted to allow Master Mordred through, letting him walk as though the crowd didn’t exist. Most of them didn’t even know what he was, or why they were giving him space, but their primal instincts drove them to keep their distance from a predator. The quick pace he was setting wouldn’t have been troublesome to match if she’d been walking, but crawling on all fours was another matter. And she was exhausted too; he’d kept her up all night long making up for lost time. The only reason people weren’t staring at the crawling nogitsune with cum running down her legs and partially-healed bruises, burns, and broken bones all over her body was because it was a fairly common look for slaves at the Paradisium.
“I said hurry up, you stupid mongrel!” Master Mordred complained, sending her face first into the pavement with another tug. “We still have business to attend to, and I want to be back at the Mists by tonight.” Yuki got back up, feeling ridiculous as she scurried down the road as fast as she could, and then nearly crashed right into the vampire when he stopped suddenly. “Were you not listening?” he asked, his voice dangerously soft. “Or do I no longer deserve a response when I speak to you?”
“No, Master Mordred,” Yuki said immediately. “Sorry, Master Mordred. Your whore doesn’t mean to be so slow, Master Mordred.” What galled her most about the obsequious words was how easily they came to her lips. She’d had a few short days of almost freedom, but now she was back in the same position she’d held for centuries: under his thumb. At least it was better than the spiders, she reminded herself, and suppressed a shudder at the memory.
The dark haired man glanced around casually. Everyone was still giving them a wide berth, flowing around them like they were stones in a river. “Before I reunite with my Children, this is as good a place as any for your punishment,” he said. “Heel.”
“Yes, Master Mordred,” she answered, crawling up to him, head down to stare at the pavement. Her stomach churned at the knowledge that some of his spawn were here too. Master Mordred almost never shared her with the customers, but he had no such compunctions about other vampires. It was a long trip back to the Mists, and Yuki had a feeling she was going to be the entertainment for everyone.
“Look at me,” he ordered, and she obediently raised her face to look up at him.
“Yes, Ma-” Her voice stopped as Mordred raised his leg to put the bottom of his left boot on her face, rubbing the dirty sole against her features. He seized one of her tails, and then to her absolute horror, began to pull on it, his foot stomping down on her face for leverage. The nogitsune screamed into his boot as he ripped the tail off of her like a child pulling legs off a bug.
“If you want that back,” he said, putting his foot down and tossing the tail to the side before unbuttoning his pants to reveal his stiff cock, “start sucking.”
Yuki had no time for hesitation or modesty. She latched onto him, swallowing his thick member all the way down her throat in seconds. Lips tight around his cock, she began to frantically fuck herself on him, slapping her face hard enough against him to make herself gag. She only had a couple minutes at most. If she didn’t make him finish very, very quickly, the injury would heal over, and it would become impossible to reattach the tail. She knew Master Mordred well enough to know that this wasn’t a bluff to intimidate her. If she couldn’t get him off in time, he really would let her permanently lose it.
Even after being fucked by it tens of thousands of times in her centuries of imprisonment, his prick still felt painfully large, and the bulbous head of it made her throat bulge as she helped it work its way up and down the narrow tunnel. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she had no time to think about them. They streamed down her cheeks as she noisily sucked, doing everything she could to stimulate her owner’s shaft. Her tongue was no less frenzied, slurping and slobbering as the pink muscle made love to every bump and vein it could reach.
His hands were on her ears, casually crushing them in his superhuman grip. He often used that same grip to pound her throat, treating it like a cheap disposable fleshlight. She wished he’d do that now, violently fuck her face like he so loved to do. But he was making her do it to herself instead. Spit and precum dribbled out of her mouth, scooped out by his pistoning cock, causing wet sounds every time his swinging balls slapped her chin.
Nobody was interfering, but that didn’t mean they weren’t watching. Yuki’s cheeks burned as she heard laughter all around her, and amused comments about what a cock hungry slut she appeared to be. If she had her witchfire, she would’ve happily burned every last person there to cinders. All she could do instead was grab hold of the vampire’s legs and rabbit fuck her own throat on him, hoping the way it convulsed around his head would be enough to set him off. Her tongue was hanging out to intercept his wrinkled nutsack, desperately licking at it every time it made contact.
It wasn’t going to be enough. Her lungs burned, demanding a breath, but she ignored them. Even a brief pause could doom her. It wasn’t going to be enough. Her eyes turned up to look at him, pleading mercy from a creature she already knew had none. He returned the look with a vicious smile before slowly and deliberately spitting on her pupils, making her flinch and blink spittle away. It wasn’t going to be enough. She gurgled as she slammed his fat prick down her throat as hard as he ever had. The head was pulsing, coating her gullet in precum that she used to fuck herself harder and faster. It wasn’t going to be enough. It wasn’t going to be enough. It wasn’t…
Master Mordred’s cock swelled, and he pushed her head back to let the first few drops spray across her face. He pumped himself with one hand as thick, sticky cum painted her features, plastering her eyes and nose and hair before petering out. He picked up her fallen tall and scrubbed himself with it, soaking the soft fur in throat slime and cock snot before tossing it to her. Yuki hurriedly pressed it against the stump, and sagged in relief when she felt the limb begin to reattach.
She whimpered when he stepped on her again, this time pinning her to the ground with his boot between her shoulder blades, and ripped off another tail. “Next.”
It never took the vampire long before he was ready to fuck her again, but this was insanity. His limp prick was still twitching from the orgasm she’d just given him, a bit of cum leaking from the tip. There was no way she’d be able to get him hard again and finish him before her tail was gone. His cruel smirk told her that he knew it too. “Your cunt this time. No one here got to see it get properly used, after all.”
Understanding dawned, accompanied by dread, but she didn’t have time for that. Her head swung from side to side, looking for prospective people. “Someone fuck my cunt!” she all but screamed. “Please! I need to get fucked right now! Anybody!” She heard snickers, and the sound of more than one zipper. She bounded towards one of the men whose cock was now out, and came up short before she closed the distance, choking herself with her leash. Behind her, Mordred laughed and called her the stupidest fucktoy he’d ever owned.
She turned around and presented her pussy to the man instead, her cheek pressed to the pavement while her fingers spread herself open. “Hurry the hell up!” she growled. “…Please!”
A cockhead pressed against her slit and she immediately pushed back on it, swallowing it into herself. Her pussy was still sore from last night’s hard use, but she couldn’t let that matter right now. She clenched the fat, fleshly lifeline as she fucked herself on it hard. She wasn’t one of Master Mordred’s selkies, trained for decades to become the perfect sex toys, but you couldn’t spend centuries assisting with that training without picking up a few pointers. From the way the stranger behind her gasped, she was giving him the best fuck of his life. Bastard.
It worked though, and less than a minute later he was defiling her insides with his cum. “Every drop,” the vampire warned, and she reluctantly obeyed, wringing the man’s pulsing cock until it had completely emptied itself within her. Only then did Master Mordred toss her back her tail. “Back over here, you lazy whore.”
“Yes, Master Mordred.” Yuki knew what was coming, but it didn’t make it any less horrific when the third tail was torn off of her.
“Suck,” he ordered again, his cock standing firm once more.
The word had barely left his mouth before hers was filled with his prick. “Eff Mshtuh Mohhedd,” the nogitsune mumbled around him, not wasting a moment. She deepthroated him as violently and shamelessly as before, demolishing her own gullet until he squirted more jizz into her stomach.
Then she had to fuck a man with her tits, lapping at his greasy head while she lovingly massaged his shaft.
Then she had to ride a man with her ass, and loudly agree that she was a furry, eager, anal loving slut before he allowed her to drain him dry.
Then she had to suck the vampire off again, a real blowjob this time with only mouth, lips, and tongue, her fingers teasing his nuts while another gently played with his anus to help stimulate him.
Then she was rendered airtight, crushed between three different men and frantically trying not to neglect any of them.
Then it was just her pussy, but she wasn’t allowed to move this time. She could only whimper and purr and beg the stranger to please feed her cunt some hot cum.
And then a final throat fuck for her owner. Another round of being reduced to a gagging, drooling fleshlight.
The nogitsune slumped to the ground when it was over, feeling utterly and completely drained by the exercise. Her throat was so sore that every breath felt like wildfire running through her, and her jaw throbbed with pain, dislocated at some point in the rough oral rape. Her other two holes felt little better. But she’d succeeded. She’d kept every single one of her nine tails. A mental image of the freak and her four tails rose unbidden in her mind. How awful it must be to… Yuki shook away the thought. Why should she care about that mutilated bitch? It wasn’t like she’d actually given a fuck about Yuki at any point. She’d just wanted to rub her moral superiority in the nogitsune’s face.
Fuck her, fuck Ember, fuck every last one of them. It had been sickening to watch so many of them play at friendship, pretending that they wouldn’t turn on each other the moment they found a weakness to capitalize on. That was why Yuki was better than them; she didn’t want anyone else, she didn’t need anyone else, and she sure as fuck didn’t care about anyone else. She’d been on her own for five centuries now, and she was perfectly. Fucking. Fine.
“How many times are you going to make repeat myself, whore?” Master Mordred growled, and she lurched forward as her leash was tugged again. The vampire had already resumed walking.
“Yes, Master Mordred. Sorry, Master Mordred.” Yuki was exhausted and out of breath, but she knew her owner didn’t care a whit about that. There was nothing to do but scramble forward, panting, while his cum slowly dried on her face.
“That was one,” he told her as he walked and she crawled. “And then you made it through two hatchings. That’s three out of the seventeen punishments you earned for being a needy slut who couldn’t even control her own libido.” Yuki’s mouth opened to tell him that she’d gone through that nightmare three times, not two, and then at the last moment remembered the lie that she’d told him about escaping during the second. That third one wasn’t going to count. Somehow that felt even worse than what she’d just been through. It wasn’t even going to count! And it was all that fucking freak’s fault. Yuki’s slip of the tongue had only been because she’d been so worked up over the bitch and her ridiculous ideas. She’d been an idiot to protect her. The cunt was probably still laughing about it.
“We’ll see how many tails you have left after another fourteen tries. But maybe I’m wrong about you. Maybe you’ve become enough of a cock sucking, cum guzzling, furry little whore to actually keep them all.” Fourteen more. He was going to make her go through that fourteen more times… “Yes, Master Mordred,” Yuki whispered, almost grateful to have his filthy jizz painting her features. It hid her tears. She hurried to keep up with him before he got angry again.
“That little… bitch!” Sindak spat, pacing back and forth angrily. The efreet’s flames were uneven, dimming and flaring at random, and his feet had burned holes in the carpet.
“I know it can always be difficult to lose a possession unexpectedly,” Karakostas said, trying to remain calm despite the damage his companion was doing to his study. “But you knew this was likely to happen. Joked about it, even. Why are you so upset about Ember’s death now?” He let one hand rest on his daughter’s head. She knelt beneath the desk and between his legs, quietly sucking as she worked to earn a new load from him. Her emerald eyes were turned up to look at him, hunting for any sign that she wasn’t performing her best.
Astaria was coming along nicely. There was still some spirit to her – she was his daughter, after all – but it grew steadily dimmer. Once he was certain that there was nothing left but an empty fuck doll, he would fill her womb with his seed and turn her into the vessel for a true heir. He wouldn’t make the same mistake he’d made with her, thinking that a single child was all he needed. Now that he’d learned firsthand what a disappointment they could be, and had a potential incubator that would be able to give birth multiple times, things would be different. He idly played with her hair as her head bobbed. As soon as she was ready, she’d spend decades pumping out children for him. He’d cull the weak and groom the strong, set them against each other to see who had true resolve.
But for now… he patted her head, and she nodded, letting him slip from her mouth. Astaria rose to her feet, as beautiful as ever in her shimmering dress, and sat herself down on him, her asshole finding his cock. She sank all the way down and began riding him, furiously bouncing up and down on his shaft. It only took a light touch to change her behavior, her movements growing slow and gentle as she focused on pleasing his shaft over persuading his balls. She was already responding excellently to nonverbal commands.
“Because this wasn’t how she was supposed to die!” Sindak snarled. “I’ve been waiting years for the day it would happen, I had everything planned out, and she…” His flames flared brightly. “She fucking blue balled me!” He looked at Karakostas. “Tell me you’re at least going to make Petrov pay for what his mutant freak of a daughter did.”
The dragon sighed. “The situation is… complicated. I have spoken with Mr. Petrov, and he’s assured me that incidents like this will not happen again.” He’d been as angry as Sindak at first. The damage that slave had done to the Paradisium could be easily fixed, but the injury to his pride still festered and burned. That deformed freak had humiliated him in front of an audience. If she’d survived that transformation of hers, he would have tortured her to death himself already.
“Of course it won’t, because she’s already fucking dead!”
“Mr. Sindak.” The dragon let just a bit of his emotion show in his tone, and it came out icy cold. “You have been a valued friend and ally of the Paradisium for many years, but that does not give you a license for rudeness. I am still in charge here, and you will treat me with respect.”
Some of the anger in the efreet faded, and he took a deep breath. “Right, right, sorry,” he said apologetically. “It’s just…gah! It was going to be so perfect, and now look at them. Everyone is talking about her like she’s some kind of legend! A decade from now, they probably won’t even remember that she was a slave!”
Karakostas slid his hands across Astaria’s lightly bouncing breasts, enjoying the heft and feel of them. He’d been teaching her how to titfuck, and he was looking forward to their next lesson tonight. She’d already learned how to use her ass superbly. Her muscles were caressing him, and even though the hot blood on his shaft told him that he was still ripping her open like usual, she wasn’t letting the agony she must be experiencing show in her performance. He really had been a fool for not doing this sooner.
“Are we even certain that she’s gone?” he suggested. “I’m only familiar with stories of phoenixes, not their genuine abilities. Is there a chance she’ll resurrect at some point?”
For some reason, Sindak seemed to find the suggestion hilarious. The efreet laughed until he cried, tears turning into wisps of smoke as they ran down his visage. “No,” he managed eventually through fits of laughter. “I think she’s well and truly gone. God, they really are going to worship her around here, aren’t they? The undefeated phoenix!”
Karakostas didn’t see the humor in it, but he had more pressing thoughts on his mind. Astaria had teased him as best as she could, but he could only last so long in that tight hole. He allowed himself a small sigh of pleasure as he began to shoot his semen into her, and gave her pelvis an almost affectionate rub. Soon it would all be going in there, and that flat stomach of hers would swell with his progeny. He imagined how she would look in time, her stomach round with child and her breasts heavy with milk. He would use this ass then, too. He would spend months between every birthing in this warm, narrow hole, watching his child grow larger inside her every day.
He realized he had already grown stiff again at the thought. Astaria had certainly noticed it too. She’d held still while he came in her, but now she’d resumed her soft rhythmic motions that slid her up and down his shaft, her muscles tenderly hugging him. He might be inside her forever at this rate.
Once his laughter had passed, Sindak seemed to have calmed down. “Sorry for the outburst,” he said apologetically. “I’m just really gonna miss that set of fuckholes. You mind if I give yours a spin?”
“By all means,” Karakostas encouraged. “Her throat should be sturdy enough to take you. And if she does get burned, well, you are a valued friend and ally of the Paradisium. If roasting my fucktoy’s throat will improve your day, please go ahead.”
The way Astaria tensed around him told him that she wasn’t nearly so cavalier about the idea, but she was smart enough not to complain. Karakostas turned his chair away from the desk and slowly stood up, hands on his cock sleeve’s hips to keep her impaled on him. Once her body was roughly horizontal, Sindak moved to her front, and the green haired girl obediently opened her mouth for him. She began gagging and clenching the second his prick touched her tongue, and the sound of sizzling flesh was plain to hear.
“Don’t thrust your hips,” he cautioned the efreet. “She has to learn to do it all herself. Fuck your throat on Mr Sindak’s cock, Astaria. I don’t expect to see you slow down until his seed is burning a hole in your stomach.” His daughter let out a quiet whimper at the idea, but she obeyed, the gagging increasing as she forced herself to deepthroat the fiery rock.
“You didn’t tell me your fucktoy daughter was such a slut,” Sindak remarked, openly grinning now. “Her tongue is going wild on me. Do you like that hot shaft, little dragon? Keep that up and I’ll have something even hotter to feed you in no time.” Astaria nodded like a good toy should and continued slurping on him.
Astaria’s legs and breasts swung weakly in the air as she was suspended between the two men by their cocks, her guts and throat stuffed with them. Her muscles clenched unsteadily, trying to find the familiar rhythm she’d learned for this. Karakostas, in a rare moment of mercy, assisted by pinching her nipples to make her body stiffen. He repeated the action at the same steady pace she should be setting, and she soon picked up on the idea, keeping to that same timing after he left her breasts alone. For a long while the green haired dragon silently massaged both of her rapists’ pricks, treating them with love and care in return for violating her.
His daughter had been getting spitroasted – almost literally in Sindak’s case – for nearly ten minutes when there was a soft knock on the door. “Enter,” Karakostas said.
The door opened a crack and his assistant Batu poked his head. The stout man’s head was still bandaged from when he’d been injured during the incident yesterday, but he seemed otherwise his usual self, and paid no mind to the sight of Astaria wriggling and moaning between the two men. “The envoy from Madam Syllana is here to see you, sir. I told her that you were busy,” he added apologetically, “but she is quite insistent, and after what happened last time-“
“Yes, yes,” said the green haired man. “You made the right choice to come to me.” The creatures that woman favored as messengers acted more like automatons than people. The one that was here last time had been told to wait for two hours. When Karakostas’ previous appointment had run long and the two hours expired, she’d blasted holes in several walls and severely injured four guards on her way to reach him, and then acted as though she had done nothing out of the ordinary. “Show her in.”
As soon as the words left his mouth the door was pushed all the way open and Syllana’s envoy walked in. She looked identical to the one who was here last time, though he couldn’t be certain she was truly the same one or her mirror: a beautiful young woman dressed in tight, form fitting black clothing that left little to the imagination, who had her short dark hair half shaved, her face decorated with nose studs, lip piercings, and a crescent burn mark on her forehead. Jet black fox ears adorned her head, and nine equally black tails trailed behind her. “Where is she?” asked the nogitsune. Her tone was as flat and emotionless as her expression.
Karakostas sighed and amused himself by playing with Astaria’s clitoris with his fingernail, making the girl twitch and buck every time he dug into the sensitive flesh. “There was a complication yesterday that resulted in losing possession of her.”
“That was not your agreement with the Goddess,” she intoned.
“My agreement with Madam Syllana was that I would hand the nogitsune you call Yuki to her at the end of the Game, if I had her. Her current owner retrieved her before the end without my notice or consent.” He had only learned hours later of what Mordred had done while they were all down in the arena. If not for that damnable incident, he would’ve been able to let the vampire believe that his slave had succumbed to the spiders. Mordred would have been upset at first, but the dragon had never known him to be the sentimental type. A complimentary slave or two, perhaps an offer to provide a fresh batch of selkies to Avalon, would have ended the entire affair peacefully.
“Madam Syllana was well aware that the transfer was contingent on the results of the Game,” he continued. “If I recall correctly, when I brought up the fact that I wouldn’t be able to give Yuki to her if the fox won the Game, her response was, and I quote, ‘As if that stupid runaway cunt could ever make it out the other end. I’ll worry about that when it happens.’ Well, it has happened. Perhaps she should have had more faith in her wayward charge. You will tell her that.”
The messenger’s expression didn’t change, but he could have sworn he something waver in it for just a moment. A slight hint of fear. “The Goddess will not be happy about this.”
“The mental wellbeing of your employer is not my concern. Unless there is something else to discuss, I believe our business is concluded.”
The waver was more pronounced this time, but the woman only bowed silently before turning around and leaving. “Have Eirene monitor her until she leaves the Paradisium grounds,” Karakostas told Batu. The servant nodded, then shut the door behind him.
“Tough being the big boss, huh?” Sindak commented casually. He’d spent the conversation seeing if he could wedge both of his balls into Astaria’s mouth. Her cheeks now bulged with them, and his cock was making an even larger bulge in her neck. Karakostas’ daughter was left throatfucking herself on the efreet with deliberate care, doing her best to pump him in and out of her without letting his ballsack slip past her lips. His fingers glowed as they hovered just below her nipples, ready to torture them the moment she erred.
“Just the everyday hassles of running an empire,” the dragon said. He’d contact Syllana later to soothe her irritation, but there was no rush. He’d give her plenty of time to take her anger out on the messenger first. Whether she was the same one who’d shown him such disrespect last time or not was irrelevant; such insults had to be answered. He rested a hand comfortably on his daughter’s ass. “Well, shall we?”
Sindak approached climax first, and Karakostas relaxed to let his happen at the same time. Their beautiful cum dump writhed between them as they filled her from both ends. Her belly was starting to swell from the amount of cum the dragon had shot into her by now, and he could feel the warmth of the efreet’s cum from where he stood. By the time their flow stopped, Astaria hung limply, hair and limbs matted with sweat from the exertion and heat. The only thing that told him she was still conscious was the continued slow clenching of her bowels around him. She’d already learned that she wasn’t to stop until he said so.
It really was a shame to lose Ember. He wasn’t as distraught about it as Sindak, but he’d been looking forward to her fall as well. There were a great many patrons who’d paid good money to participate in her defeat, and he would need to make amends with all of them. He couldn’t forget his discussion with Petrov either. That would require careful coordination that he would need to manage himself. And it was never to soon to start planning next year’s games…
There was much to do, but right now, in the warm paradise of his daughter’s insides, Karakostas felt relaxed and at peace. “Another round?” he asked Sindak, and the efreet nodded. Astaria groaned softly, but the gentle pulsing of her ass never stopped. She was going to make a first class fucktoy.
“Now then,” said Ilya. “Are you finally going to explain what exactly you’ve been up to, dear daughter of mine?”
Tanya pouted. “I coullllllld,” she said, “but I always do my best thinking with a busy tongue in my slit. Do you mind if I use her?”
“Not at all,” her father said. “What’s mine is yours, you know that.”
Most of his personal effects had already been packed up, and his bed had been stripped down, but his bedroom wasn’t completely empty. The angel Camiel was bound face up on the cot he’d brought up from the basement, arms and legs cuffed beneath it. There was still a slow trickle of cum from her slit from when she’d taken care of his morning wood. Like always, he’d used the pliers and various other instruments to ensure that she didn’t enjoy a moment of it, but it was already taking far less effort to do that than it had the first time. He would teach the wingless fucktoy to be terrified and disgusted by the very idea of sex, even as it became the sole focus of her life.
Tanya happily skipped over to the angel and plopped down on her face. Her pussy was already wet as she slid it over the girl’s lips, coating them with her juices. “I see two futures right now, little cherub,” she told the slave lightly, as her fingers traced a square over the girl’s dusky skin. “In the first, you try to act tough, so I flay this patch of skin off your belly. Thennnnnn, I shove hot needles into the raw flesh beneath” – she poked Camiel’s stomach a few times as if to demonstrate – “until you relent and start getting all cozy and intimate with my twat. In the second future, you’re smart enough to try and avoid a fate like that by nuzzling my cunt like a good girl right away. Which is it going to be?” Her sudden gasp and widening smile told Ilya what the angel’s choice had been. “Mmm hmmm,” Tanya said approvingly. “You keep that up, Cammy, and we’ll get along just fine.”
Ilya let his daughter enjoy herself for a few minutes before he spoke up. “The explanation?” he reminded her.
Tanya giggled. “Sorry, Father, got a little distracted. It was all pretty straightforward if you ask me. The qilin with the mindreading powers was never going to do anything to ol’ Kitkat, but she was going to learn some things you’d rather keep secret, and cause us a bit of trouble keeping her quiet. Eliminating her in round one so she could go play with the puppies instead was the easiest way to avoid that future. Astaria, now, she was going to go the distance and take over the entire Paradisium, clever girl. That would’ve turned into quite a mess and made it difficult to obtain the test subjects we’re going to want. Now that she’s becoming her Daddy’s babymaker, the Paradisium’s future is secured.”
“You know that’s not what I’m talking about,” he said, unable to help feeling amused by her evasion. He would never understand what it was with oracles and their habit of being so indirect. Tanya was better than most, but she still enjoyed teasing him first.
“Oh, you mean Nadia and vulpan and nearly getting you and Levi killed?” she asked innocently. “Well, you know, sometimes silly little me has trouble keeping track of these things. Maybe if Father came over here and joined me, it would help jog my memory?” She leaned down and patted Camiel’s slit. “Even when she’s dry, she’ll be soft and warm and smooth down here. And since you haven’t been feeding her anything but your yummy gooey cum for the last few days, she’s been a little malnourished and that means…” She twisted one of the angel’s nipples, making the girl yelp. “Her toughness and resistance to pain are both decreased. She hasn’t even finished healing all the burns in that twat. Ride it hard and rough, and I promise she’ll be miserable the entire time.”
Ilya was happy to comply, and the wingless angel shrieked as his thick cock began forcing its way into her cunt. If what Tanya said was true, and she was rarely wrong, he wouldn’t need the pliers, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t use them anyway. Tanya giggled again when he made the angel squeal and piss herself with a sharp twist of her clitoris. He and his daughter were now close enough for them kiss, and they did so, slowly and lovingly, while their toy squirmed beneath them.
“Now, where was I…?” Tanya mused after she broke off the kiss a few minutes later. “Oh yeah, Nadia. I knew Kitkat would be a little unhappy at first, but he didn’t complain when you talked to him, earlier, did he? He gave you a proposal instead.”
Ilya nodded as he gave his angel some strong thrusts, enjoying the way she tensed whenever he bounced off her cervix. “He is asking for werefoxes as security guards. Everyone saw the ones in Paradisium uniforms take down the spiders, and assumed they were his men. He wants to recruit as many as possible before anyone realizes their mistake.” Now he knew why she’d told him get the extra security detail in the first place, and why she’d insisted they had to blend in with the regular guards.
“Yep! Everyone got a firsthand demonstration of their power, and as far as Kitkat knows, you are his one and only connection to them. Which means that you now have a great deal of leverage over him. And speaking of test subjects, while I’m super duper sad about all those snooty rich folks dying, some of them owned some very rare and exotic slaves that are now available on the market. Someone might be able to snatch them all up himself if he had, say, a bit of leverage with Karakostas.”
Ilya laughed. He knew the dragon well enough to see that her foretelling was absolutely correct, as usual. He valued his reputation far more than his customers, and while a few deaths would hurt, self-destructive slaves weren’t that unheard of, even if they were usually on a much smaller scale. Having a seemingly invincible force of vulpan at his beck and call would not only give him prestige, it would intimidate his rivals and scare many races into giving him even greater tributes than before. Overall, this incident would be a boon for both him and Ilya, and all it had cost was a daughter.
He couldn’t deny a small degree of sadness over Nadia’s death. He had no love for the failure, but familiarity had led to a certain sort of fondness for her over the years. He’d always had the faint hope that maybe he could turn her into something useful someday, but it wasn’t to be. Honestly, she’d accomplished more with her suicide than she ever could have managed alive.
Tanya purred, and he knew Camiel had managed to lick her to orgasm. If the angel thought that would get her a reprieve though, she was going to be very mistaken. “I know you can do it faster than that, Cammy,” she said, panting a little. “Give me another in the next two minutes, or I’ll tell Father to get the cattle prod. Do you know what you’ll sound like when he shoves it up your asshole while he’s cumming in your pussy? It will be a really beautiful scream, I promise.” The girl’s slurping grew louder and noisier as she tried to please her new mistress. “And if it makes you feel better, Father, neither of you were ever in any real danger. I made sure you were both going to fall into safe areas.”
“Not perfectly safe,” he pointed out. “Or I wouldn’t have had to run from those spiders down there.”
She gave him a look of mock concern. “You’d been lying in bed all day, and I wanted to make sure you got the chance to stretch your legs a little. I promise, if I’d seen even a single future where things went poorly, I would’ve been a good girl and told you all about it. Since you were going to be fine…” She grinned. “Why spoil the surprise?”
“Save the excuses for your brother, not me,” Ilya told her. “Last I saw him, he was still talking about turning you over his knee and spanking you until you cried.”
“Mmmmmmm, did he promise?” Tanya asked. “He’s a good lover any day of the week, but god is he amazing when it comes to hate sex. He nearly tore me in half a few months ago for not warning him that he was going to get betrayed by that one guy who worked for him.” She wriggled back and forth happily on Camiel’s face as she remembered it, the angel’s tongue frantically trying to keep up with her moving pussy.
Ilya loved his son dearly, but he could be as reckless as Tanya sometimes. Like his stunt with that rich couple – burning their residence down hadn’t stopped Karakostas from identifying the perpetrator, and violence between guests of the Paradisium was strictly prohibited, so the dragon was honor-bound to punish him for the murder and kidnapping. Luckily, he and Ilya had been able to work out a deal during their earlier talk. His son’s punishment was to forfeit all of his newfound wealth, that is, what he had technically gained through his forced marriage to Jessica Wilmingshire. The Wilmingshire estate and all of its financial holdings now belonged to Karakostas, who was not honor-bound to publicly reveal the details of whatever transgressions and retributions occurred under his watch.
In other words, Ilya had paid the dragon off to keep what had happened a secret. A very, very expensive secret, given how much money the Wilmingshires had possessed. But after meeting that beautiful airheaded bitch at the dinner party a few nights ago, he couldn’t judge his son too harshly for deciding to claim her. A pampered creature like that would be an excellent fucktoy once properly trained. And as for her dead husband… filthy mixed breeds deserved whatever they got.
“Those were the only reasons, then?” Ilya asked. “To assist myself and Karakostas, and convince your brother to punish you?”
“Oh, don’t be silly, Father. Those were all just happy consequences. No, I did all that to Nadia for a much more important reason.” Her eyes glittered, and for a moment there was none of her usual cheerfulness in her face, just fierce, ugly hatred like he’d never seen before. “I did it to win.” Then her expression wavered, and Ilya could tell why. Tanya’s hips clenched Camiel’s head as the angel made her cum again, his daughter’s juices gushing down her throat. Seeing her so pleased sent himself over the edge too, and he emptied himself inside the wingless girl’s twitching cunt.
Father and daughter kissed again, intoxicated by the pleasure the angel was giving them. “Father?” Tanya asked after, a hint of shyness in her voice. She looked up at him with those huge, wet puppy dog eyes. “Now that Nadia got herself killed, does that mean I can finally get some wings of my own?”
“That’s why I bought the angel in the first place,” Ilya said dryly. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
Tanya’s eyes lit up. “Well, sure,” she admitted with a sly smile. “But it’s nice to hear you say it.”
“What do you know about that fox?” he asked. “The one your brother is so interested in? He seems to think she’s important.”
Tanya giggled. “Gingersnaps? She’s nothing special, just a freak accident. I’ve already looked at her futures, and there’s only one in a million where she ends up as anything but a broken fucktoy.”
“And what about that one in a million future?” Ilya pressed.
His daughter winked at him. “You just leave that one to me, Father. I’ll make sure it never, ever happens. In fact…” Her smile widened. “I know a way to ensure she never gets a moment’s peace, Levi gets a little reward for all his hard work, and I get some more wonderful hate fucking afterward. I’ll tell you all about it when we’re done here.”
She looked around the room. “Did the needles already get packed? I know I saw a knife around here somewhere…” Camiel made a whimpering sound beneath her, and Tanya giggled. “You silly thing, did you really think I wasn’t going to flay you and shove hot needles in your slutty fucktoy body just because you did what I wanted? You’re a slave now, Cammy; I get to make you do what I want and torture you! If you really don’t want me to hurt you, you should work on getting really, really, really good at licking my cunt, so good that I’ll sometimes get distracted and forget to torture you. It’s not in any future that I can see, but it’s always good for fucktoys to have goals, right?”
Tanya moaned as the angel’s tongue brought her to yet another orgasm. “And look… on the bright side…” she said afterward as she recovered from the high. “I promised you joy and purpose when I invited you to play in the Paradisium Game, and I wasn’t lying: you’ve found your purpose in life as our wingless paintoy, and you’re going to bring us lots and lots of joy. You’re welcome.” Camiel whimpered again.
Ilya felt himself growing hard again as he watched his daughter play with her new pet. She really was his progeny. “If I fuck her a second time,” he asked, still balls deep in the angel, “will she get wet?”
“She will if Daddy’s little angel plays with her clit while you’re doing it,” Tanya teased. “But don’t worry, we’re going to have so much fun punishing her for it.”
He knew she was right. She always was.
“So I all have to do to become part of this Board of Directors at Paragon,” Martin was saying, “is pay this Ilya fellow a bit of money. Isn’t that grand?”
“Yes, Master,” Betty said quietly, keeping her eyes to the ground as she and her sister trailed behind him on the way out of the Paradisium. Nobody was giving them much notice, and they had to fight their way through the crowd.
“I’ve got a feeling that he knows something about those little fox folk that popped up at the end there,” her master said. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about them yourself, would you?” His tone was light, but there was an edge to it that made her shiver. It wasn’t an idle question.
“I…” Betty racked her brain, trying to come up with something she could contribute. She’d never heard of such creatures before, and hadn’t even gotten a glimpse of them yesterday from her cocoon, but he wouldn’t be satisfied with an answer like that. “They are… an obscenity,” she said after a moment. “An unnatural defilement of Sacred Fire. It was never meant to be used like that.”
Martin whistled. “They are neat, that’s what they are. Well, if you don’t know, that just gives me one more topic of conversation for my new business associate.”
“Yes, Master.” She should feel relief at having avoided his wrath, but there was only exhaustion. She hadn’t felt this miserable in a long time. Her ears itched where the fake ones had been glued on, but not half as much as the stub of her tail did. It would take her years to grow it back. And she felt like there were still some of those awful spiders inside of her. She’d endured more than six cycles of egg laying and hatching before her owner had decided to retrieve her.
Martin turned his head to give her a quizzical look. “Is something wrong?”
“N-no, Master,” the cat woman said quickly, bowing her head lower. “I’m very glad that your business opportunity panned out.”
“If that were true,” the young man said lightly, “you would be smiling, wouldn’t you?” He himself wore a small, teasing grin.
So he was in one of those moods today. Betty quickly put a wide smile across her face. “I am very happy that you’ve had success this week, Master. Your slave is thrilled beyond measure that you were able to get what you wanted while watching her humiliate herself for you. It was so much fun following your special rules, and I hope that my sister was able to keep your cock pleased and your balls busy while you watched me.” She and Sally hadn’t gotten to talk yet – they were never allowed to speak to each other anymore except by his direct command – but the look of weary despair in the golden haired woman’s eyes when she and Betty had finally been reunited this morning had told her all that she needed to know. Keeping their master happy was a taxing job even when they were both present. Even the entire harem wasn’t always enough.
“Hmmmm?” Martin asked, his grin growing slightly wider. “I think my cute little kitten might be telling her owner a fib. If you had so much fun with the rules I gave you, why did you break them?”
Betty’s face went pale before she caught herself and replaced it with the smile he wanted. “I-I didn’t, I, I followed your rules the entire time, Master! On my oath!”
Martin opened his mouth, but it wasn’t his voice that came out when his lips moved. It was that kitsune Betty had tried to help. “No, it’s okay, really. I’m… mistress Snowflake is right, I’m a horny painslut and she’s…she’s just treating me the way I asked her to last night.” He cocked his head and Betty’s own voice came out. “I really don’t think…” Next was that woman who’d been killed. “Shut it.” Then back to Betty. “I really don’t think… I really don’t think… I really don’t think…”
He grinned at her, his eyes gleaming. “Yes, you really didn’t think, did you, pet?” he said in his normal voice.
“But I…” Betty swallowed down her protest. It didn’t matter that it was a single slip over four days that had only occurred because she’d been interrupted. Appealing for mercy was pointless when you were dealing with something without any. “I am sorry for my mistake, Master,” she said instead. “Your slave was too stupid to follow your special rules, and deserves whatever punishment you see fit.”
“Punishment?” he asked. “Who said anything about punishment? I’m just worried that my poor kitty wasn’t able to enjoy herself this week. Maybe when-” His voice cut off, and his eyes focused elsewhere. “Mr Mordred!” he said loudly, waving his hand and stepping forward. “Martin Glendale, Glendale Automotive! Golly, this is a real stroke of luck, isn’t it? I didn’t expect us to run into each other again.”
Betty spotted the vampire. Even though he had his back to them he was easy to find, standing in an open space the rest of the crowd avoided. Next to him were four other vampires, all of them dressed in black. One of them was having his cock sucked by Mordred’s nogitsune, who seemed to be especially desperate as she went at it. The sight of her severed tail in the vampire’s hand told the cat woman more than she wanted to know.
The vampire gave no response as Martin carelessly stepped forward, walking right up to the creature. “I just wanted to say what a pleasure it was to meet you!” he said cheerfully, moving to put his hand on Mordred’s shoulder.
Just before he made contact, Mordred’s hand shot out like a viper to grab Martin’s by the wrist, and his head swiveled to look at the man for the first time. The vampire’s eyes blazed with anger, and his voice came out like rolling thunder. “You dare try to touch me, you filthy vermin? You think having a few slaves makes you my equal? You and everyone else here are less than worms at my feet, and the only reason I… don’t… kill…” His voice trailed off and his gaze became uncertain as he stared at the young man.
“Something wrong, Mr Mordred?” Martin asked guilelessly. His expression didn’t change, but for just a moment it became something fixed and artificial, no less a mask than the ones Betty and the others had been wearing. The thing behind the “foolish young American” met the vampire’s eyes.
Mordred let go of Martin’s hand and stumbled backwards to fall on his ass, a dark wet stain spreading on his crotch. Mouth agape, he scrambled back up to his feet and fled without looking back, the crowd parting to let him through. The other vampires looked at the way he’d gone and then back to each other, confused. As they spoke in hushed tones, the nogitsune continued frantically sucking, oblivious to what had just gone on.
Martin shrugged, the mask back in place. “What an oddball. Must be shy.” He turned to Betty. “So like I was saying, maybe you, me, and your sister can put our heads together and think of some good ways to cheer you up, huh? Oh, that reminds me!”
He dug around in his pocket and produced the butt plug tail that she’d been wearing at the beginning of the game, the one she’d lost while being raped by a leviathan. “You dropped this the other day. Sally went to all that trouble donating her tail so I could make it, seemed a shame to just leave it sitting around down there, so I took a little swim. The cutie’s gotten real good at waving your old one around while she’s on her knees; show her, Sally.” Betty’s sister obediently wiggled her ass, causing Betty’s severed tail to bob from side to side.
Martin tossed her the obscene thing and Betty shoved it back into her, forcing her smile to stay on and trying to ignore the way her heart pounded. “Thank you for finding my butt plug tail, Master! You’re so good to your slave kitten. She can’t wait to have lots and lots of fun with you and her sister. She’s missed having you inside her so much.” Anxious to show how well she could play along, she wriggled her ass in time with Sally, the two sisters making the preserved tails that he’d ripped off of each other dance in sync.
“Mmm hmm,” Martin agreed happily. “That’s more like my good girl.” He slung his arm across her shoulder and she fought the urge to shudder. She’d already dropped her smile once; she didn’t need to give him yet another reason to punish her. “Come on kitty, let’s get you home. Boy, I can’t wait to talk to that Ilya again once I’m on his Board of Directors. I have so many good ideas for my new company…”
Two days after the Paradisium Game ended, Levinson woke to feel a soft tongue gently pleasuring his cock. Its owner was tenderly bathing him, softly lapping his dick from base to tip, occasionally taking a break to take his balls into her mouth and lightly suck on them “Did you spend the night thinking about what I asked, cunt?” he asked.
“Yes, Master Levinson,” Celeste said, kneeling at the other end of the bed with her head still buried in his crotch. He’d ordered her to always use that term to address him, and she managed to instill the title with both respect and loathing. “I have thought up four thousand, three hundred, and sixty three ways that I could obey the letter of your commands while defying the spirit of them.”
He stretched and rose from his bed. Most people had left yesterday when the public market closed, but he wasn’t the only person with unfinished business still renting private lodgings within. It was little more than a hotel room, and like most of the Paradisium’s residences it was filled with gaudy crap, but at least it was better than the abandoned warehouse Akemi and the others were still staying in.
As he got up, he gave the cage next to the bed an offhand kick that knocked over empty food and water bowls and made the small red fox inside it wake and begin cowering. His fae slave slid down to the floor to kneel next to him, submissively waiting for his next order. Her face was passive and serene, betraying none of the humiliation and rage he knew lurked just below the surface. “Is one of them to inundate me with so much information that I can’t keep track of it all?” he asked her.
Her expression didn’t change, but something in her eyes flashed. “Yes, Master Levinson.”
“Then consolidate them and tell me the important ones first,” he ordered. “And whenever you make a comment that isn’t worth the time and breath, you will apologize and permanently add fifteen minutes to your daily punishment time.” She was already up to seven and a half hours a day.
“Yes, Master Levinson. If the intended spirit of your commands is ambiguous, I could use that as a reason for inaction, or assume a spirit that it is likely – but not guaranteed – to run counter to your actual wishes.”
“Then when there is ambiguity, you are to decide what I want based on the most likely outcome, which you’ll base on your knowledge of myself, my goals, and the current situation.” He unlocked the cage and kicked it again. “Get the hell out here, slut. Keep me entertained.”
The small red fox shook with terror as it hesitantly crawled out the cage. Its form shifted, and a naked Jessica Wilmingshire began to lick him. She made no attempt to speak, which demonstrated that she wasn’t quite as stupid as he’d thought.
The damage her dead husband had done to her body had left the slut unfuckable, but it had been nothing a fox marble couldn’t cure. Once he was wet enough that raping her dry cunt wouldn’t hurt him, she prostrated herself face down on the floor and spread her restored cunt open with her fingers. Her ass wriggled until it found his cock, and then she pushed, burying him inside her twat. The rich bitch started fucking herself on his shaft, her eyes still fixed on the floor. Levinson had trained many girls over the years, and she was one of the weakest by far. He’d only owned her for three days, and been busy too focus on her for a good chunk of them, and she was already one of the most submissive creatures he’d ever seen. Pathetic. “Continue,” he told Celeste.
“Yes, Master Levinson. When given a command that I do not wish to follow, I could find ways to stall for time until the situation has changed and the command is no longer relevant.”
“If a command I give you could be reasonably inferred as time sensitive, you will do all that you can, within the rules, to see it done to my satisfaction in time.”
“Yes, Master Levinson.”
He enjoyed the way his upper class cum dump’s ass jiggled every time she smacked her hips against his crotch. She was so desperate to show him what a good fuck she could be for him, still hopeful that enough obedience would make him forget the way she’d tried to screw him over several times now. He recalled her attempt to free the fae from her service, and that led him to another thought. “She ordered you to obey me and only me from now on.”
“Yes, Master Levinson.”
On the surface, that seemed airtight. But there were few subhumans more devious and conniving than the Sidhe. “Is there any way for someone else to countermand that order?”
The fae tried not to show it, but he saw the slightest flicker of disappointment in her eyes. “Yes, Master Levinson. I am still sworn to obey the orders of the Bloomdyne and Wilmingshire families. There is a hierarchy by seniority, from eldest to youngest; the mistress’s mother, for example, would be able to supersede all orders her daughter had made.”
“How many people are capable of it?” he asked.
“The bonds of blood and marriage have expanded the scope of my service considerably. There are six blood relatives on the mistress’s side of the family that qualify,” said Celeste with clear reluctance. “Two aunts, a cousin, and three siblings of her grandfather. There are eight more connected through marriage.” She named them as well, and another twenty on the Wilmingshire side.
“Then I suppose I have thirty four people to murder,” he mused. “If I’m lucky, a few of them might be fuckable too. Anyone else?”
“Yes,” she said, and met his eyes. “Queen Mab could overrule any order given to me. Would you like me to setup a meeting so that you can assess for yourself how fuckable she is?” Her tone remained deferential, but the fire in her eyes dared him to show his face in front of her queen.
“Maybe someday,” he told her, “That’s enough for now.” Levinson had other questions to ask her, and he was sure that there were still plenty of loopholes he’d need to close, but he had other things on his mind right now, and only so much patience. “Would you rather crawl over here and lick my balls some more, or watch me break one of the slut’s fingers?” Jessica whimpered, but continued fucking herself hard on him.
A spark of anger appeared in the fae’s eyes, but she kept her tone even. “I would rather crawl over there and lick your balls, Master Levinson.”
He smacked Jessica’s ass, producing a yelp from the blonde fucktoy. “Then beg for it.”
Celeste hesitated for only a fraction of a second, then gave in. “Please, Master Levinson,” she said flatly, her expression passive. “Please allow me the honor of crawling over there and licking your scrotum.”
The slut knew how to beg sexier than that, but she always tried to retain as much dignity as possible unless directly ordered to debase herself. He was going to put an end to that right now. Jessica shrieked as Levinson took one of her thin, delicate fingers and snapped it like kindling. “Not good enough,” he told the ice cunt. “Try again.”
“Please, Master Levinson.” This time there was a feigned note of desperation in her tone, and her expression looked more meek than stony. “Please allow me the honor of-” The rest of her sentence was drowned out by her former mistress’s scream as a second finger was broken.
“Maybe fae can lie after all,” Levinson remarked. “Because you sure as hell seem like you’d rather see me crush this slut’s digits than convince me you want your tongue on my nuts.”
Something almost like hurt passed across Celeste’s face. Winter fae could act tough, but deep down, this one was nearly as soft as his new pet. “Please,” she said haltingly, with a genuine hint of anguish in her voice and anxiety on her face, “allow me the honor of crawling over there and licking your scr- your balls, Master Levinson.”
Levinson shook his head. “Pathetic. Do it yourself this time.” Jessica screamed as Celeste reached out and snapped her third finger.
When Jessica ran out of fingers, they moved onto toes. He had to take only a brief break in the middle, when the blonde fucktoy’s cunt had managed to do its job and wring out his cum. He’d shot the load onto Celeste’s face and ordered her not to touch it. Then his new fox slut had sucked him hard again so she could keep going with her asshole this time.
“Please, Master Levinson,” Celeste begged with just the right amount of fear and servility. Beneath the mask of drying cum, her face held an expression of cringing terror. “Please let your ice slut crawl over there and tongue bathe your big, juicy balls.” This was her sixteenth try, and it was almost perfect. Almost. Her eyes still smoldered with rage and frustration.
She made no attempt to move when Levinson poked her in the eyeball, though she blinked furiously afterward. “You still have some self-respect showing, cunt,” he told her. “Bury it down where it won’t bother anyone again. Swallow all that fae pride and choke on it.” He stamped his foot down on Jessica’s big toe, grinding it into the ground and making the woman howl. “Then try again.”
The dark haired girl closed her eyes. When she opened them again a moment later, there were no more unwanted emotions in it. She begged, but he wasn’t listening to the words anymore, just admiring the look of defeat in those inhuman green eyes. “Hold onto that feeling,” he told her when she was done. “By the time I get sick of you, it will be the only one you have left. Now come over here and get started.”
The winter fae exuded an aura of cool air, but her tongue was as warm as anyone’s as it began coating his balls with her saliva. He made her look up at him while she worked, watching her eyes for any reappearance of the sort of emotions fucktoys weren’t allowed to have. They held nothing but shame as she gently took his nutsack into her mouth, sucking on it while it sent a flood of semen out to paint the rich bitch’s guts. When he’d finished emptying himself and pulled out so he could point his soft cock in her direction, only disgust entered the picture as she began cleaning him.
A few minutes later, he pulled his freshly washed prick away from her. In the interim, Jessica had transformed just long enough to heal. “Play with each other,” he ordered. The two women obediently sat up and began kissing and fondling each other. “You can do better than that. Show me a pair of riled up lezzy sluts!” Their kisses grew sloppier and more heated, their caresses more passionate. Celeste brought her head low and began sucking on her former mistress’s tits, while Jessica’s fingers sank into her former servant’s cunt.
Both of them flinched as Levinson’s piss stream hit them. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” he warned Jessica, pointing himself to spray her directly in the face. The blonde shuddered and got back to making out with the fae, who hadn’t paused at all. “Now get those tongues in twats.” The two urine soaked girls arranged themselves, Celeste on top and Jessica on bottom, and lapped each other as ordered. He had no intention of letting either of them cum. He just wanted to remind them that he was in charge of everything now, including their pleasure.
Levinson knelt behind Celeste, and the dark haired girl stiffened as he worked his cock into her asshole. He was smaller now than as a vulpan, but she was still almost painfully tight. “Your turn to nibble my balls, slut,” he told Jessica. She scooted forward a bit to obey. “And you, ice bitch, put your head down and watch her work. Every time her tongue stops making contact, chew on her clit as hard as you can without ripping it off.” He felt the blonde begin washing his nuts with much greater fervor than before.
“Yes, Master Levinson.” Only a few seconds passed before Jessica howled and latched her mouth onto him. He began reaming the winter fae out, pounding her hard while the slut who was wealthier than a small country desperately chased after his swinging sack with her tongue.
Levinson knew that physical abuse alone wouldn’t be enough for this one. The fae bitch was centuries old at least, and tough as nails in some ways. But mental abuse, like making her hurt the woman she was supposed to be serving, that she was less resistant to. “What is this asshole for?” he asked while he continued hammering at it.
“It is a biological component for defecation, Master Levinson,” Celeste answered, sounding pained and slightly confused.
He slapped the back of her head. “Wrong! I’m not asking you what you use it for. Nobody cares what a worthless fae fucktoy does with anything. What is it for?”
“For… for giving you sexual pleasure while hurting and humiliating me at the same time, Master Levinson,” she admitted.
He could almost hear her gritting her teeth. “…And for being a receptacle for your bodily fluids, Master Levinson.”
Jessica screamed again after miscalculating and ending up with his balls flopping against her nose instead of her mouth. He glanced down and caught a glimpse of her: sweaty, red faced, and weeping as she tried to obey his order. “Receptacle for bodily fluids,” Levinson repeated. “Which ones exactly?”
“Cum and pre-cum and… urine, Master Levinson,” Celeste said reluctantly.
“We call things that people piss in toilets, ice slut. So what does that make you?”
“…It makes me a toilet, Master Levinson.”
His cock was aching for release by now, and he sped up, drilling in and out of the fae’s backdoor. Her spirit was still resisting, but her asshole had already submitted itself to him, becoming a pliant fuckhole that sucked on his shaft. He knew she could feel how much pleasure her body was giving him, and he knew that knowledge pained her far more than the physical assault did. Humiliation and despair were coming off of her in waves now, and that more than anything made his balls tighten and his dick happily spurt inside her.
When he pulled out she immediately swiveled around to begin licking him clean, and Jessica assisted. For several minutes the two fucktoys knelt side by side, lapping every trace of the fae’s asshole off of him. Neither of them looked anything like the proud pair of bitches who’d swindled him out of his money and made him look like a fool. Just a couple miserable slaves serving their owner.
Once he was satisfied that he was properly clean and they were feeling properly humiliated, he turned away from them to begin putting clothes on. “Feed her,” he ordered. Celeste nodded and retrieved the slut’s empty food and water bowls, then produced a tin of dog food from a drawer. After emptying it in the food bowl, she began gathering all the semen he’d shot. She scraped it off her face, scooped it from her asshole, licked it out of Jessica, and hunted for it on the floor. Before Levinson had finished getting dressed, every single drop that had come out of him, minus what had gone down their throats, now sat in her mouth.
Celeste leaned over the food bowl and spat the thick wad of jizz into it, then crouched over the water bowl and began to piss. When she was done preparing the slut’s meal, the fae pushed both bowls back into her cage, where Jessica already waited on all fours, then closed and locked the door. The blonde wore a look of disgust as she beheld the contents of her bowls, but not surprise. This would be her fifth meal by now. She’d raised a fuss about it the first time and refused to eat any; by the time he finished teaching her to know better, the fox marble was the only reason she hadn’t died several times over. This time the broken bitch didn’t even hesitate, lowering her head to take a mouthful of the mushy, cum soaked dog food, then lap up some her former servant’s warm urine. By the time he was ready to leave, she was carefully licking both bowls clean, aware that she’d be punished if he found any trace of her food left. Once finished, she returned to her fox form to wait until the next time he wanted her.
She whimpered as Levinson kicked the cage again. “Not bad, bitch,” he told her. “You were a perfectly well behaved pet this time. Didn’t complain, didn’t hesitate, worked hard to drain my balls.” She looked up at him as though she wanted to say something, the pleading expression on her face clear as day even in vulpine form. “What is it? You want to tell me that I don’t need to keep torturing you? That you’re going to be an obedient slave from now on?” She quickly nodded.
“Celeste,” he said without looking at the woman, “break all of her toes. Slowly.”
“Yes, Master Levinson.” The fae reached through the bars of the cage. Jessica tried to back away, but there was nowhere to run, and a moment later a sick crunching sound filled the room, accompanied by a howl of pain.
“This isn’t training,” he told Jessica as she continued screaming. “I haven’t been doing this to teach you a lesson, or break your spirit. This is just your life, slut. This is how you’re going to spend every day of it from now on, until I get bored and dump your corpse in the trash.”
The bitch let out a miserable whine that had nothing to do with her former servant practically twisting her toes off. The sound made him rock hard, and he nearly ordered her out of the cage for another go, but he didn’t have time. The real thorn in his side, Akemi, was waiting.
It was obvious something was going on from the moment Levinson entered the warehouse. Everyone was there; not just the six that had come to the Paradisium, but all one hundred plus vulpan. They lined the catwalks above as the blond man walked in, watching in silence. “What the hell is this?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“I ordered everyone here yesterday,” said Akemi, standing alone in the center of the warehouse. She’d eschewed the security guard uniform, returning to her usual army jacket over a tight t-shirt. “They needed to see this.”
That was all the warning she gave him before she attacked.
She moved faster than he’d ever seen her, shifting into her fox form in an instant as she charged towards him. Even though he’d been waiting and ready to call upon his own marble, she still caught him first, wrapping a tail around his waist and slamming him against the wall hard enough to make bones crack. Her tail withdrew, leaving him bleeding on the ground, where her claws found his back a moment later. Levinson cried out in pain as she tore the foxskin out of him and tossed the bloody thing to the side.
He still had the hidden skins, but she could kill him in a fraction of the time he needed to transform. Akemi didn’t try to go for the kill though. Instead, she gave his chest a mocking pat with one of her tails. “Relax, you big baby,” she said, “I made sure not to hurt you too much yet.” Then she turned her back on him to address the crowd above, the act even more humiliating than his quick defeat. “For months now, we’ve suspected that someone has been secretly creating fox marbles and smuggling them out. It’s not an easy thing to do, or to track. They’d have to find someone to sacrifice, bring them in without anyone noticing, get one of our kitsune that are too far gone to remember anything to marble them, dispose of the body, and then find an opportunity to sneak away so they could transfer the marble to someone else.”
Levinson considered transforming as he watched his blood pooling on the floor, but he forced himself to remain still. If she wanted him dead, it would already be over, and if she learned he still had a foxskin hidden, she’d probably flay him to find it. He had to wait for the right moment. She continued to face away from him as one of her tails wrapped itself around his waist and lifted him up in the air to press him against the wall. Then he screamed as another of her tails stabbed into the palm of his left hand, nailing it to the wall.
“These marbles are more than just weapons to be bought and sold,” Akemi continued, still not bothering to look in his direction. “They’re what make us who we are, what unite us as a pack. As a family. They are our lifeblood!” Another tail zipped towards him and nailed his right hand to the wall. “My first thought was the runt, but he didn’t know his ass from his head yet. This wasn’t an act of impulse, it was a carefully planned and executed betrayal. I’ll be honest, I thought he was too damn stupid.”
Akemi shook her head. “Then lo and fucking behold, Ilya Petrov’s very own slave, his daughter, turns out to be a vulpan! Any of you guys remember initiating her into the group? No? And then, even more unbelievable, the next day the runt goes out of his way to protect the old man, like he’s more than just the self-centered ball of rage and lust we’ve all come to know and love. Now I’m not very smart either, but even I can put two and two together.”
Two more tails impaled his legs, leaving him pinned like a butterfly and helpless. “Petrov’s a recluse, but nobody can amass that much wealth and power without exposing themselves a little. You know where to look, the right questions to ask… guys like him, you can find out all sorts of interesting things.” Akemi finally looked back at him. “Isn’t that right, Levi Petrov?”
Levi grit his teeth, trying to ignore the pain. “This is a joke,” he spat.
She barked out a laugh. “You’re going to try and deny it? Save your breath, runt. You didn’t cover your tracks as well as you thought.”
“No, that’s not the joke. This is! Hiding yourself away in the middle of nowhere, doing grunt work for the rich and pretending to be a family. It’s ridiculous.” He raised his voice to make sure everyone could hear. “The old man can be a piece of work sometimes, but he knows value. How to use it, and how to reward it. Come work for us, and I can promise money, power, and all the pussy you want.” He glared at the vulpan. “Even a worthless bitch like you could have a place at Paragon. On your knees, that is.”
Akemi laughed. “As tempting a job offer as that is, I’m gonna have to decline. I think Daddy Petrov is going to be a little too busy mourning the death of his son to be taking resumes.” One of her free tails wrapped slowly around his neck. “Oh, but don’t worry, Levi,” she cooed. “I’m not gonna kill you right away. First, I want that big fox marble you’ve been hauling around, and I’m reallllly hoping you say no. I’ve got so many fun ideas about how to make you change your mind.”
The four tails buried inside him began to slowly twist, filling him with sharp agony. “And once you’ve become a good little bitch and given me what I want, and begged for it nicely, I’ll be kind and let you die. How does that sound, runt?”
Levi’s lips pulled back to sneer at her. “Better than what you’re going to get from me. Now!”
As soon as he uttered the command, two things happened. He activated his fox marble, and the temperature in the room plummeted.
Levi caught only the fringes of the cold wave Celeste blasted at Akemi, and even that was enough to freeze the blood that matted his fur. Frost formed all over the woman, and she attempted to bound to the side and away. Levi tried to stop her by grabbing hold of the tails still embedded in him with his own, but she surprised him. Her form shifted to human and then back to fox in a single instant, her tails reforming outside of his grasp and allowing her to dash to the side before she was frozen completely. Now that they were gone, he slid down the wall and crumpled to the floor.
His injuries were healing, but not nearly quickly enough. Even after all his training, which had included accelerating his regeneration, he’d need at least couple minutes to even stand, let alone have any chance of fighting back.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are,” the golden fox snarled, ice sprinkling the floor as she shook herself, “but you picked the wrong bitch to mess with today.” She leapt directly at the fae.
Levi had always assumed that Akemi’s boasted prowess was an exaggeration. He’d seen how effective she was with a single tail, but that didn’t mean she could move all nine so skillfully and at the same time. It was much more likely that she could only manage that sort of power with a couple of them, and hid her weakness with the bravado about holding back on lesser opponents.
He’d been wrong.
Akemi’s tails came at the fae like an angry swarm. Celeste blocked the first two with her sword, but the third knocked her off her feet and the fourth smashed into her side like a bat. She was thrown violently towards one wall, but she never reached it. Akemi was already in front of her again, claws raking at her front while another tail grasped the fae’s leg.
She swept Celeste around in a circle and hurled her up towards the ceiling, a move Levi was familiar with. Unlike every time she’d used it on him, however, she didn’t wait for her opponent to fall back to her. The fox’s back legs tensed, and six of her tails hammered the ground, pushing off it to send her rocketing up in the air. The fae saw her coming and sent another burst of cold towards her, but this time Akemi was prepared for it. Her tails formed a protective wall around her, and she smashed into Celeste like a furry bullet.
Both women fell back down, but Akemi was on top as they hit the ground. Standing on Celeste’s back, four of her tails were wrapped around the woman’s limbs and a fifth was tight around her neck. “This was your big plan?” she asked scornfully. “Always knew you were a fucking idiot, runt, but I never knew you were stupid enough to think one sorry little fairy was going to be my kryptonite.”
Levi spat with frustration. He still wasn’t anywhere near ready to try and take on the bitch himself. Tanya had sworn the fae would be enough! But she’d been even more pathetic than the time he’d… His eyes narrowed. “Are you holding back, cunt?” he snapped.
“Yes, Master Levinson,” Celeste wheezed reluctantly. “If I were to fight at full strength, I might injure you, and you have made me swear not to do that.”
Akemi laughed. “Fuck me, your secret weapon was a fairy maid? Bad news, runt: only the weakest and stupidest of fae whore themselves out like that. You should’ve let her keep baking cookies or whatever.” Celeste’s body became rigid as the fox began tugging on her with all five tails. Without iron, her attacks wouldn’t do any permanent damage to the winter fae, but there were ways around that.
One of Celeste’s shoulders dislocated with a loud and ugly sound. “Sorry Mary Poppins,” Akemi mocked as she worked to rip the woman’s limbs off. “No hard feelings, right? Shit, if dying means not having to work for the runt anymore, I should probably be saying ‘you’re welcome’ instead.”
“Fight her with everything you’ve got, you stupid cunt,” Levi said. “Just don’t knowingly catch me in it directly or indirectly. You make me think for one second you’re trying to find a way to hurt me, and I’ll make both you and the rich bitch pay for it for a month!”
He saw Celeste’s lips move, her lungs too empty to voice her assent out loud. Then thick ice ran up all five of the tails binding her. The woman twisted, and the frozen tails broke off of Akemi. More ice was running up the fox’s legs, and she cursed and kicked away from the fae.
Akemi spun to face the woman again, her form once more shifting between human and vulpan, leaving her tails restored. Celeste was already rising to her feet. Her sword had been knocked away from her, but a long, viciously sharp icicle sprouted from her palm, and she gripped it with easy familiarity. “My name is not Mary Poppins,” she told the vulpan coolly. “It is Celeste, and I apologize in advance for teaching you precisely how weak I am.”
Akemi came at her again, trying to overwhelm her with her tails as she had before. The fae attempted to block again, but she had barely more success this time than the last. The first three were stopped and the fourth struck her squarely in the chest. Another tail was already arcing around to treat the woman like a pinball again, but came up short when Celeste wasn’t knocked off her feet like before. From where he laid on the ground, Levi had the perfect vantage point to see why: she’d frozen herself to the floor, the ice extending all the way up to her waist.
The golden fox snickered. “You think you’ll beat me by becoming a punching bag? Sure, let’s see how it goes!” She began pummeling the fae with her tails, striking every exposed part of her body. Celeste was still blocking many of the attacks, and those that got through produced little more than a pained grunt, but she had no opportunity to counter attack. She was put purely on the defensive, and even if she wasn’t being bounced around the warehouse like before, she was still being hit multiple times a second, each blow hard enough to bruise even her toughened body.
Akemi noticed it before anyone else did, and her frustrated growl was what clued Levi in. She kept attacking Celeste, and Celeste kept parrying like before, but the tide was shifting. An entire second passed before one of the fox’s tails managed to slip through the fae’s defenses. The next time she managed a second and a half. Two seconds. Three seconds. With every exchange, Celeste was getting better at blocking, her movements more limber. Five seconds. Six.
Her icicle blade flickered, and parted one of Akemi’s tails from her body. The vulpan cursed and put some distance between the two of them, using her transforming trick again to restore herself.
Celeste gave her a formal bow, and the ice around her legs receded. “Thank you for the warm-up,” she said calmly. “I was out of practice.”
Then she dashed forward to meet the vulpan.
Both women were moving almost too quickly for Levi to follow. There was no longer anything playful to Akemi’s attacks. She was putting everything she had into the assault: fangs, claws, and tails. It was impossible for Celeste to parry it all with her blade, but she didn’t have to. There was a world of difference between the immobile defender she’d been a minute ago and her style now. She rolled and weaved and shifted, flowing around the fox like water.
“What is wrong?” Celeste asked as they fought. “Perhaps even the weakest and stupidest of the fae is too much for you to handle without iron.”
“Oh, I’ll give you some iron,” Akemi snarled. “I’ll shove some right up your-” She stopped talking suddenly, her eyes wide. “What did you just do?”
“Nothing noteworthy in the immediate,” Celeste replied, taking advantage of her opponent’s distraction to land a kick to her stomach that sent Akemi to the ground. “I believe the action you’re thinking of originated when I froze your tails and legs earlier, and took advantage of the opportunity to implant a small seed of ice within you.”
Akemi looked up at her from a crouch. “What did you do to my marbles, you fucking bitch?!”
“The same thing I have been doing ever since: growing that seed of ice every time we make physical contact. I opted to begin with the sources of flame that you weren’t using and therefore might not notice their sabotage. Master Levinson and yourself have both demonstrated a talent for resisting the effects of Winter; I am curious to see how well that holds up without multiple marbles.”
Another sharp blast of cold came from her hands. Ice immediately formed upon the vulpan, freezing her to the ground and bringing her tails down with their weight. Akemi tried to shake it off and break free, but it grew faster than she could destroy it.
Soon it was difficult to even see her within the mountain of ice that had sprouted. “Transform!” Levi shouted at her. “Or I’ll order her to freeze your last marble!” He didn’t know what it would look like when that happened, but after witnessing the thing Nadia had become, he was confident it would be gruesome.
The vulpan must have agreed, because after a few more seconds of useless struggling, her form shifted back into the red haired woman. “Stop!” he ordered, and the cold immediately vanished, leaving Akemi as a frozen statue in a sea of ice. “Can you heal her?”
“Not directly, Master Levinson,” Celeste said. “But I can remove the ice without causing her harm.”
“Good enough,” Levi said. “Do just her back first.”
“Yes. Master Levinson.”
The ice on Akemi’s didn’t melt so much as recede into itself, like watching it spread in reverse. Once it was done, Levi tore the jacket and shirt off her back, and then pressed his hand against her bare flesh. It was clammy, but otherwise normal, and her slight shudder told him she’d felt it. Good. She shuddered even more violently when he dug his nails just below her shoulder blades and pulled, ripping the embedded fox skin off of her. He would see to it that she never transformed again. “Now… wait…”
He examined the wound on her back. It wasn’t healing as quickly as someone in fox form, but it was healing. He’d never seen vulpan do that in human form, only natural foxes, and she clearly wasn’t one of those. So how the hell was she doing that? Levi filed the question away for later. He’d have plenty of time to ask after she was broken. “Now do the rest of her.”
Akemi collapsed the ground as soon as the shrinking ice let her. There was still fire in her eyes, but her body was a shivering, frail thing, all energy sapped by her resistance. Her hands batted at him weakly as he rolled her onto her back and began tearing the rest of her clothes off of her.
“Hold up there, runt!’ said Daniels. The other vulpan had watched the fight without interfering, but now the man vaulted over the railing and landed nearby. “You don’t really think I’m going to let you do that, do you?”
Levi tensed. He could take almost anyone here in a duel, but even with Celeste he had no chance of fighting everyone. Had Tanya gotten it wrong?
Daniels’s face broke into a wide grin. “I’ve been admiring that piece of ass for decades. If anyone gets the first ride with her, it’s gonna be me.”
Levi considered that and nodded. Daniels wasn’t just one of Akemi’s Vixens, he was one of the oldest among them, and his loyalty would go a long way towards convincing the others. Levi could wait his turn with the redheaded cunt. “Fine,” he said. “But not like that. Bitch needs to earn the right to human cock.”
Akemi moaned and shook her head when a transformed Daniels pulled her legs apart with two of his tails, two more around her pelvis to put her at a better angle. “It’s nothing personal, boss,” he told her as he lined his enlarged cock up with her tight slit. “But A, I like the sound of money and women, and B…” The vulpan slut screamed as he thrust himself into her twat, driving hard and fast into her. “You said so yourself: anything goes here! After teasing us all these years, you really think any of us are going to pass up the opportunity?”
Daniels showed zero concern for the slut’s wellbeing as he raped her, making her body shake like a ragdoll with every violent thrust. “God damn you have a nice cunt, boss!” he exclaimed. “Sorry I’m probably ruining it forever!”
Daniels’s claim that no one would turn down the chance to rape her proved accurate. Some of the vulpan seemed more hesitant than others, but none of them stayed on the sidelines. Levi knew that they weren’t all on-board with his coup, but they didn’t dare challenge him over it. More evidence that the woman had been a useless fool. These people weren’t her family, they were mercenaries, and ones with a small enough conscience that they were okay with gaining power through torture and murder. No surprise that so many had jumped ship in favor of someone promising them everything they’d ever wanted. Only true family, blood family, could ever be trusted.
It was almost enough to make him feel sorry for riding Tanya so hard last night, trying like always to fuck the brattiness out of her. She’d warned him about Akemi, and the need for Celeste, and that he should make an appeal to the others before he called for the ambush. His half sister was an incorrigible tease and prankster, but her visions had probably saved his life.
Even the handful of female vulpan offered no complaint over the change in leadership. As Daniels continued hammering her cervix, a blonde woman seated herself on Akemi’s face, muffling her cries. “Do you know how many times I’ve played with myself imagining your tongue in my cunt?” she asked, running her hands over the redhead’s tits. “You’d better do your best now to live up to my imagination, or I’ll have to find ways to make up the difference!” She gave one of Akemi’s nipples a sharp twist, making her scream and the blonde shiver.
Soon lines had formed to use their fallen leader. When Daniels finally came in her and pulled out, her cunt looked like it had been impaled on a telephone pole, but that didn’t stop the next man from letting out a whoop of pleasure when he sank into her.
At this rate it was going to be hours before he got to fuck her himself. He turned to Celeste. “I have a new task for you.”
Jessica wailed as she was spitroasted on two vulpine cocks, both so huge that they almost looked like they’d meet halfway in her. The blonde was on all fours, being buffeted on both sides by her eager rapists, who grinned at each other as they used the former elite.
Nearby, Celeste bounced obediently on one fox’s prick, the thing so large and thick that she couldn’t prevent a wince each time it bottomed out. Both of her hands were wrapped around two dicks, caressing them with her soft palms, and her tongue was servicing a fourth. Her face and chest dripped with semen from the many loads she’d taken so far, and more dribbled from her lower holes.
He hadn’t noticed her in the warehouse at first, but Brie had been brought there too. Her arms were still bound like before and she was on her knees, desperately sucking on another vulpan’s cock. Without her fox skin, she was the most vulnerable there, and any of the men here could fuck her to death without even trying. Her only hope, and one was she pursuing with dogged determination, was to suck cock so well that she could persuade the others from facefucking her or trying her other holes. Levi doubted she’d last the night, but she was certainly giving her all. If she did survive, it would prove she could make a decent fucktoy. And if she didn’t… no great loss.
And placed between the three girls, Akemi was still the star of the party. She’d recovered some of her stamina after a while, but it wasn’t helping her any. She was on her back, sandwiched by two foxes. Their two cocks together were wider than she was, but they’d forced them in anyway, creating a visible bulge. Levi had confirmed that the healing ability she somehow still possessed was repairing her holes, and that knowledge had encouraged people to be even rougher with her.
Levi himself was at her front, enjoying her throat. She was such a tight fit that she couldn’t even scream. No matter how hard she tried – and all three men inside her were giving her plenty of encouragement – nothing happened but a warm buzzing around his cock. One of his tails was wrapped around her neck, and he was using it to slam her face into his crotch repeatedly, the knot of his cock smacking her mouth hard enough to give her a fat lip. She’d already passed out a few times, but he didn’t care; her gullet remained tight whether she was awake or not, and besides, it was never too early to teach a new fucktoy that oxygen was a privilege.
Her head flopped bonelessly as he ramrodded her soft throat, imagining each thrust as a payback for a different time she’d used this same mouth, the one now drooling around his cock, to insult him. The only sign he had that she was still conscious was that buzzing around him. That and the wetness of her tears running down his legs.
As his orgasm approached, he finally forced his knot past her lips, dislocating her jaw in order to cram the entire thing into her bulging mouth. Once he was fully inside her he shot his hot cum into her stomach, pressing her hard against him. Levi felt her squirming, trying to somehow avoid the warm semen he was spitting down her throat, and it nearly made him smile. Completely helpless, just like she should be.
When he was done, he pulled back and lifted her head up to get a good look at her face. There was little sign of the confident leader he’d seen earlier that day. Her mouth hung slack jawed, leaking cum and spittle onto the floor. Her features were covered by half healed bruises where he’d bashed her against himself, and her eyes were half closed and unfocused. No longer gagged by his cock, she was finally able to voice her cries, but after the pummeling he’d given her throat, they were coming out as little more than quiet, raspy sighs.
It was a good look for her, but he wasn’t quite satisfied yet. This wasn’t just another arrogant bitch who needed to be shown her place. This cunt had spent the last ten months thinking she was better than him, and taking every opportunity to humiliate him. So he leaned in close, until his lips were by her ear, and whispered so quietly that even the two foxes turning her lower holes inside out couldn’t catch it. “Everyone here is going to die,” he told her.
She stiffened and tried to speak, but he still had his tail around her neck, and he tightened it viciously, choking her while he talked. “Did you honestly think I would have any use for these idiots? When we get to Paragon, they’re going to be dissected and experimented on. If we don’t need all of them, we’ll just kill the extras. Either way, they need to die. Only a select few can be allowed to know about the fox marbles and how they work.”
The vulpan had been doomed the moment Paragon had confirmed the rumors of their existence. In the war between humanity and all the subhuman trash that littered the world, the marbles were exactly what they needed for a decisive victory within their lifetimes. Levi had already been operating independently under an alias at the time, for his own protection as much as anything else – there were plenty of monsters out there yearning for revenge against the Petrov family. It had proved the perfect cover to accomplish their goals: acquire fox marbles, learn their secrets, and ensure that no one else could do the same. Soon Karakostas and the Paradisium would be the only faction outside of Paragon with access, and that was fine; eventually it would be the dragon’s time to burn just like any other subhuman, and now that they were in charge of his stronghold’s defenses, it would be all too easy.
Levi slid another tail into Akemi’s mouth and straight down her throat, making her gag and convulse as he continued whispering to her. “Not all of them will die at Paragon or the Paradisium, though. You see that group over by the corner? Four of your Vixens and a few others? They’re going to try and rescue you tonight. Not immediately; first all of them, the only people in the entire world who care about you, are going to rape you even harder than the others so that no one suspects them. Your throat will be too busy getting stuffed with one cock or another all night long to say a proper farewell to them, so you’ll have to settle for hugging their dicks and tails goodbye while they’re ripping open your holes. Celeste already has orders to freeze the men to death the moment they try something, and the women… well, there’s going to be a few more holes for everyone afterward. They’ll die eventually too, but only after I’m done with them, and toss them to the Paradisium as meat.”
Akemi was moaning and twitching. It was the most she could do to fight back, and it was so pathetic that his cock demanded to get back inside her. “But not you, bitch. You get to live. You get to spend the rest of your life servicing the man who murdered your entire pathetic family of traitors. You’ll lick his feet, you’ll suck his cock, and you’ll spread your legs. And every time you do, every time another little piece of your soul dies, try to remember: it’s all your fault. If you’d treated me with the respect I deserved, I’d have let you die with everyone else.”
He pulled away and took a second to admire the hopeless despair on her face, then yanked his tail out of her mouth and pushed her head back down so he could fill it with cock again. He resumed using her skull as a fleshlight while fresh tears dripped onto his legs and her throat buzzed and buzzed and buzzed.
Levi returned to his lodgings alone that evening. Brie and all three of his fucktoys were still busy getting used hard by the vulpan. According to Tanya, there was roughly two hours left before the ones still loyal to Akemi tried to rescue her. By now, the faerie cunt was probably looking forward to it; keeping a hundred vulpan satisfied wasn’t easy with so few holes to go around.
There was a large square package by the door with a handwritten note pinned to it. Levi eyed it warily until realizing he recognized the handwriting.
To Mr. Matthew Levinson,
In appreciation of your courage and assistance acting as my bodyguard, I have asked our host to provide a suitable gift as commensuration. I trust you will find it to your liking.
Both curious and amused, Levi brought the package inside before opening it. When he saw the contents, he couldn’t keep from laughing out loud. “I’d wondered what had happened to you, Morris.”
His runaway captive looked up at him. Judging from the dried cum running down her legs and plastered to her chin, she’d been busy in the two days since the Game had ended. The fox slut had been hogtied with at least three times more metal cords than he’d used on her at the ball, and they’d been positioned so as to give her minimum leverage if she tried to break them. The old man must’ve believed him when he said the fox might have broken her bonds.
She wore a ballgag, and there was something in her mouth making her cheeks bulge. When he removed the gag, a pile of used condoms tumbled out onto the floor in a sticky, congealed mess. He probed her twat and ass, and found similar bundles, more than a hundred cum filled baggies in total. Make that very busy in the last two days.
A single condom was different from the others. Instead of spent cum, it contained a small metal key, and a slip of paper with tiny handwriting.
Helped the Paradisium staff show Ginger a good time while you and Dad were busy. Figured she could drown her sorrows in cum, y’know? 😉 Hope you enjoyed Akemi! Anyway, I gotta run – SOMEBODY who doesn’t appreciate his little sister nearly enough is going to corner her in the hallway in a few minutes and drag her away for some heavy spanking and rough buttfucking ❤
P.S. I told her to pass the time by sucking the cum out of the ones in her mouth. I’m sure you won’t mind punishing her for failing 🙂
P.P.S. You’re gonna want to punish me again soon, so I’ll save you the trouble of tracking me down. I’ll be in my room, handcuffed to the headboard. I’m enclosing the only key, so I’ll be COMPLETELY at your mercy until you decide I’ve suffered enough ❤ ❤ ❤
Sometimes he really didn’t understand that girl. Levi had no idea why he was going to be angry with Tanya again soon, but he knew better than to doubt her word, so he pocketed the key she’d left him.
“You’re not as smart as I thought you were, Morris,” he told the fox as he lifted her out of the crate and carried her towards the bed. “If you were, you would’ve thrown yourself to the spiders and counted your blessings. Now you’ll be coming home with me instead. You’re going to love the facilities at Paragon HQ. No improvised crap like we used out on the field, we’ve got dedicated, state of the art interrogation systems. I’m going to make your fox slut scream and scream and scream, while you think hard about how to give me the information I want.”
Between his three fucktoys, they’d managed to sate even his marble-enhanced libido, and he’d been certain he wouldn’t get it up again anytime soon. But as he put the fox down, he realized his cock was uncomfortably hard in his pants. He didn’t want to risk transforming, wary of damaging the cords without realizing it, but he didn’t need to be a fox to enjoy the slut. Whoever was responsible for the bondage, probably Tanya, had left it possible, with a bit of care, to push her legs apart and reach her lower holes.
Hundreds of fox marbles about to hand themselves over to him, the secret to an even greater power sitting right on his doorstep, and one of his favorite slaves now in his possession, with her cunt warm and tight around his cock. This had been a good day.
8 thoughts on “Lone Fox 2 – Ch 18 – Meow”
Here’s where my inability recognize names flares its head.
I’ve been thinking that Akemi was Yuki’s Sister, Akari, this whole time.
Now that she’s pretty much dead;
What exactly was/is she, anyway?
I thought she’d either be Sylanna’s agent, or just Yuki’s sister.
Kinda curious about the car salesman, but ultimately he’s not going to matter except as another faceless asshole in Paradisium.
An interesting end to this story.
Is Lone Fox 3 coming out right afterwards;
Or is the space story going to be filling that timeslot now?
I have things I can say to answer your questions but I can’t say them in an open comment. I know you don’t want to use discord and that is fine… contact me through the contact form and I’ll have stuff to say about Akemi.
As for Martin… we aren’t CLOSE to done with him 🙂
LF3 isn’t complete yet but it will be soon-ish… the next outfoxed story is Black Fur, Black Heart, which follows Yuki and Merielle as the second book in their trilogy. That will take over LFs space in about 2 weeks.
(reads through Finding Avalon)
Oh, so that’s who Mordred saw – or thought he saw. *Very* interesting.
I believe you asked about magic at some point, didn’t you?
I did wonder about magic, yes. And it takes a good and practiced actor to be that good at playing the crass idiot . . .
Either Tanya’s playing a very long game (and it’s still not clear who she’s intending to win in the end) in letting him in on the Petrov corporation board of directors, or despite her oracular skills, she simply hasn’t seen him coming. Both of which are interesting!
Thanks again to the writers for an entertaining universe.
Just a note, Tanya’s power does have limits, she just doesn’t advertise them… but perhaps the greatest (besides her more-than-a-little insanity) is that can’t can only see the future for as long as she is alive. The future, after the point of her death, is one big mystery to her.
So she could be playing a game. She could be just mad. Or she could genuinely not know because he keeps up the act for long enough that she isn’t around anymore.
Btw… since you are so good with guesses, have any about Martin’s poor slave girls?
I’ve been wondering about the poor catgirls. So far I’ve noted: feline ears/tail, ability to sing/dance and entrance listeners, and “noblesse oblige” (for want of a better term for “one doesn’t let one’s servants/lessers get eaten”). She refers to “Sacred Fire” as something which both she and Martin seem to understand. There’s also the fact that she’s part of a “harem”. (Then again, the traditional Merlin was the son of an incubus and a nun…)
There’s also the fact that neither they nor Martin knows about the vulpan or the foxfire phenomenon, which suggests they’re not from China, Japan, or Korea – so scratch all the supernatural cats from those areas. (Interesting that Martin doesn’t know, if he is Merlin – but it could be that his knowledge is more centered on magic or magical beings, or that he’s just better-informed about European supernatural stuff than further East.) Martin asks Betty if she knows anything about it, which could mean that he expects her to have a broader knowledge base than him, or could just be that he hopes she’s picked something up from discussions she’s overheard at the Paradisium.
In Arthurian myth there’s the Palug Cat (Cath Palug), but that was supposed to be one of a kind and was more of a physical killer than music/dancing.
My best guess at the moment is that they’re cait sith / cat sith / cat sidhe (there seem to be multiple different possible spellings) – that would fit the abilities, and possibly also would fit with Betty having limited knowledge about current supernatural goings-on, if she’s been in a hidden mound somewhere for a long while. (Possibly she and her sister and Merlin have both been in the Otherworld for a long time, and have only recently emerged into the modern world?)
Of course, this is pure guesswork…
I’m commenting again for the second time. I was attempting to figure out whom Betty and Sally were because I still wasn’t sure. My guesses at the moment are on Bastet and Sekhmet.
Betty and Sally both have relatively dark skin which would fit their being Egyptian Goddesses.
Bastet is known for being the Goddess of home, domesticity, women’s secrets, cats, fertility, and childbirth. This would explain where her cooking skills came from, and also why the song she played “felt like home” to Sao-Yun.
Betty mentions that her sister would’ve been far better off at defeating the giant squid, which would make sense considering Sekhmet is a Goddess of war and so would’ve been better off at fighting. Bastet and Sekhmet are also sisters.
I’m sure people have already figured this out if it is true, but I just sorta.. needed to do it myself.