SataiRolePlayingGuy

Should get the idea I mentioned in the last post announced pretty soon. But first, opportunities to join the fantasy setting of Vanoria. The biggest story there remains on hold (would require the return of AirAllie), but one of the side stories going there may pick up soon. A second one, alternate version of the slave story but with different characters may be started sooner or later, but this post is to put out a more open Vanoria idea. Taking a private RP idea I had, editing it a little for the setting and opening up to a potential group. (Actually...I see I already suggested the basic idea here a few posts back. The difference this time is mostly putting it in the Vanoria setting...) Meet Princess Ciara va Lanaran. A recently 18 year old princess who is finally preparing to take the next big step in her life. To marry the princess she was arranged to wed... Yes, two princesses are about to be married. An unheard of event, which is drawing many eyes to her realm. A realm for now still distant and safe from the mighty empire of Vanoria. A regional power of some strength. Nobody outside of Princess Ciara or a few around her have any idea the truth of the situation. Not even the princess soon to be her wife. The truth is she is a futa. An incredibly rare things in the world, at least among its humans and many other races. They will eventually rule as two women, when the day comes that Ciara's father passes. Until then they will do their duties as princesses, help the kingdom as they may. And in private get to know each other and try to give Ciara an heir or two (how the other princess' eventual pregnancy will be addressed is something still being considered by Ciara and those who know, whether or not the truth of Ciara is revealed at that point). This is a story about Ciara, her wife and those around them. People of the castle, and others. Those who know the secret would be the king (who is likely to be played my me), a few servants and a few guards. They are the core of the story. But putting it in the Vanoria setting opens up the possibility for others in the wider setting to get involved short term or long term.

“Rose Fairy.” Jumi said with a nod, returning the greeting. She at assumed those were their Magical Girl aliases, only some of them sounded likely to be real names. “Was going to say, rarely meet so many Magical Girls outside of stuff like those conventions. I actually only met most group, including Nymphia, there.” Everyone else except Kaida happening to be met there. “Hopefully you get a chance to go to the next, if you have not been to one, it is quite the experience.” Quite the experience in numerous ways, though she did not come out and say it. Though even if they had not been to one, she was sure they heard the rumors, could guess at some of it. “Though that one was definitely much more of an experience than I expected.” She began walking. She supposed she could explain the marks. Give them a sense of where and Nymphia’s head were. “We should be more or less ourselves if we don’t run into any demons. Don’t be scared though, we aren’t Broken. We aren’t mind controlled. Though if me or Nymphia see any tonight…I guess the best way to put it is we might not be as hostile towards them.” She would let Nymphia elaborate if she wanted. She felt she had made the point well enough, without saying they would still find the demons sexually attractive, now healed, they might be tempted for more fun, maybe even try to convince Nymphia’s time to try it, to use sex to avoid a fight. Hopefully it would not be tested. Jumi would try to ignore such thoughts if they came, but for the night, looking at a demon would likely turn her on, tempt her a little. “That’s just for tonight though. We should all be clear of that in the morning.” She could answer questions about it, but she changed the topic to something more pleasant. Perhaps the most stand out of these girls. Her eyes shifting to the semi-fish girl. Not the sort of thing she had seen before. There was the delicate question, which she avoided. It was not always the case, but Magical Girls knew, the less human you looked transformed, it might mean you were child of a woman and a demon. The risk of what she, Mitsuko and Kaida carried, though perhaps the goddess’ power cleansed any chance of that. She asked the more friendly question, one the girl had very likely heard before. “How much of a surprise was your form, the first time you transformed? Must have taken some getting used to, and made early training more difficult.” Of course, if she was half-demon, there was a chance she was like that, transformed or not. Like the bunny-girl Alexandrine found. But she would assume the girl was human, with an unusual transformation.

Jumi remained quiet at first as talk drifted toward seeing Shinigami’s mind to confirm what they were saying. She could understand Shinigami being uneasy about it, but apparently she agreed. Quietly listening as it was confirmed, at least one of Nymphoa’s team member’s getting a view of some of what they went through. The parts Shinigami saw or experienced at least. Hopefully not to awkward, for the others, especially Nymphia. Jumi had no idea if this team was like many, if Nymphia had already been intimate with one or more of these girls. It might or might not be the first time seeing Nymphia in a state. And seeing as Nymphia, would have seen it as Shinigami did, including taking Shinigami from Shinigami’s point of view. Whether or not the girl had also been intimate with Nymphia, it was probably a sight. She looked for any reactions from the mind reader or Nymphia’s reactions to the idea of such things being seen, but did not ask or say anything about it. As for the question to her, Jumi looked down at Mitsuko in her arms. “Have to wait for her to wake up to see what she thinks and feels. As for me, well I don’t know how you all have been doing this, what you have experienced, but it is not my first time going through a lot of that, it’s just a risk we all face. Hopefully it will be my last. I just intend to help these girls through it. It is first time for some or all of them. Thought it would be best for us all to stick together until these marks go away. But you are Nymphia’s team, she can decide whether she wants to go with all of you or us. The bigger issue is getting out of here. You all know the old Shinkawa family temple? We came from there and intended to go back the night. See how the morning goes, before splitting up.”

There was a lot Alexandrine did not know about whatever Exzel and Zorn did to make their agreement. Probably happier not to know many of the details. She could not trust him, but had to hope Exzel could keep him under control, if they found themselves in the same place. Hopefully it could be avoided for a while. A long time, preferably, an alliance to be used as a last resort, otherwise just to keep him at a distance. She had to focus on this, a new life, be optimistic. Hope the old team would have respected this choice, understood. Find out what demon society was really like. Maybe even protect humanity in a new way, taking the fight to more evil and dangerous demons. She did not expect many to be like Exzel, but maybe, deep in their realm, among the ones who did not try to fight humans there were some better ones. But there was one more thing, maybe, to resolve before they had some peace. Hopefully it was just a coincidence, if not, it was something they had to deal with soon. “I should mention one thing I heard as I was leaving the convention. I hope it is not the case, but it may have to do with you, Elie. A girl told me about a Knight she encountered, described him as having a ‘dark aura’. Said something about getting back at his brother and niece knowing true heartbreak…described as Russian, silver haired, red eyes. Mentioned your family name.” Her mostly expressionless face showing some unease. “You don’t have an uncle fitting that description, do you?” She really hoped it was a coincidence, but it felt too much like one. She just hoped it was not too late to stop whatever was hinted at.

Of course they were suspicious. Jumi could hardly blame them, she knew what it looked like. And the truth was, their minds still influenced by the marks, even if the influence was minimal in the moment. This could make it harder than it otherwise would have been. But it being Nymphia was probably the only reason they were not already fighting. These ones looked like veterans of a sort, but they might not have gone through anything like this. Specific things they might not have known. ”Look, I get what it looks like, in your place I might have thought like you. She is no demon though, not a succubus.” A succubus or incubus was the only sorts of demons who could mark more than person at a time. While she was sure they did not all look as human as Canata, it was hard to imagine one looking like Shinigami. “I don’t know if any you of have experienced anything like we did, hopefully not. But we just got away from the ones who did this to us. Our heads should be back to normal in the morning. They are mostly normal at the moment.” At least as long as they avoided demons, they were unlikely to act any differently than normal due to the marks. Or as long as the girls did not get more curious about it. Have some girl talk about what it was like. She and the others were less likely to be as negative talking about it tonight as they would be later.

Nothing from Reika to her, Jumi could not tell what was going through that girl’s head. She seemed to be acting differently, but it was hard to tell what it meant, whether it might lead to something more positive or not. She would have to wait to see what it meant for her. The biggest uncertainty being the annoyance of not knowing how long she would have to wait, but it was not surprising that she had to wait. There were more important things to worry about. She was not actually sure how far they were from the temple, just hoped it was not too much. She was alert as they began to hear voices. This was very risky, they did not sound like demons. It seemed they were satisfied for now, content to wait before causing more trouble. Of course the alternative was not the best thing to run into. What was a normally a welcome sight was more dangerous here. Shinigami would have to be explained. But the demon marks were another thing that would put veteran Magical Girls on alert. It of course did not automatically mean they were broken, they would not be the first or last Magical Girls to take such temporary marks without breaking, but it told the other girls that this bunch had been taken by demons and given in to temptation. Best case, at least some of these girls experienced the same thing and understood their circumstances. She let out a sigh. “I do not. This is dangerous, but let’s see if they give us the benefit of the doubt. Best case scenario, the temple asked them to check on us….or do either of you two know them?” She asked Nymphia and Kaida. That would make things much easier, but were they so lucky.

Nymphia at least seemed to be doing fine for now. Hopefully it would remain so in the morning. It appeared Jumi would have to wait a bit to see what Mitsuko’s current state of mind was. She prepared herself for the walk. She still just listened to Reika for now, it did not appear she was going to cause any trouble, possible but uncertain if she was going to be leaving in a moment. It just seemed better not to say anything, unless Reika said something to her. She was sure the girl would let her know, now or later, if the two of them still had to resolve things between each other. That girl had certainly caused them plenty of trouble. Done things that upset Jumi, but she seemed capable of being decent at least at times, not necessarily an enemy. If she did not doing anything unforgivable, Jumi would not push her away and was past the point of being automatically hostile towards her. She reached down, took Mitsuko into her arms and stood, holding her unconscious girlfriend. She felt she should do that. Shinigami might have been stronger but she was probably the one most capable of helping comfort Nymphia in the moment. “The sooner we get moving the better. Hopefully we can get to the temple before morning. I should be able to handle Mitsuko until she wakes up and recovers enough to walk.”

Jumi closed her eyes as the healing began. It spreading throughout the body, only the mark resisting its power. If it was as complete as the goddess suggested, it probably had an extra as well, eliminating any risk of any of them coming out of this carrying a demon’s child. That had been the biggest risk, after they avoided breaking. It felt nice, the pain Micori earlier suggested she would feel after it was all done probably. But the memories still there, and at least for now, with the marks still in place, not really unpleasant memories. She stepped over to help Mitsuko when it done and she dropped. Was the goddess already gone? They would find out in a moment. “Not a dream. We still have the evidence of it on our bodies.” Jumi answered Nymphia, referring to the marks. Kaida still had her gift from Canata as well. “Supposedly will go away in the morning. We should probably all stick together until that happens. I’ve gone through most of this before, but not that. I can only guess what it will feel like for each of us when they finally fade.” There were things to consider though. “We should probably go back to the temple until then. Let them know what happened and possibly help the bit of recovery. We should be careful how we get there though. Take the safest route possible….if we run into more demons tonight, most of might be tempted.” Other than Shinigami, and technically Reika, they were all still under the influence. Especially now healed, she could not ignore she be tempted to do more if they encountered demons again tonight and would not be surprised if the others did too. That influence of the mark remained on their minds for the night, to potentially be attracted to demons they saw. ”None of you feel any regrets or shame do you?” Regardless of how it started, as she thought about it now, the memories were almost like remembering any human she had been with. “Nothing wrong with it if you don’t. Might change in the morning, but we did not do anything wrong. The important thing is to take it as a lesson of how dangerous it can be. If you do not crave more, that is the most important thing.” She wanted to say some of this, especially for Nymphia and Mitsuko, if she was hearing it, before the shock of the mark wearing off. But that was the question, once the marks were gone, would any of them feel tempted? This was the first time at least for Nymphia and Mitsuko, she was not sure about Kaida. It was much more intense than the previous times demons had raped Jumi. So many more, and a very skilled succubus, who was almost dangerously human. Who had made sure to touch them in ways to please them best. In Kaida’s case, even offered something much serious, if she dared seek it. It was her mark they all bore. That they all willingly agreed to take. They had not gone too far. They were not broken. But had this experience changed them? It would have to be seen if they could resist the temptation for more.

Jumi was of course in no condition to fight Reika, if it came to that. But she stood her ground, did not intend to step back unless Shinigami told her to. She was not sure what would happen, if Reika would try to punish her in front on the audience or not. It appeared their previous agreement had not been done by the demons after all. Which meant it was not impossible the two of them still had to resolve things between them. When the tentacles appeared, she took a deep breath dug her feet in, waited and stood her ground. Part of her wanted it, probably not helped by the mark. But there was also her old motive. To want to share what Mitsuko and Shinigami had experienced. She knew her body would not take it in the moment. But another time, if Reika tried to use them on her, it was not impossible she would let it happen, at least once. But they stopped before they reached her, to her relief. She did not have to deal with them right now. She listened to what Reika, but said nothing. She had no intention of rubbing this victory in. Reika was not a good woman. It was not good to remain too involved with her. Not to provoke more. But she would keep her word, if Reika still wanted to go through their arranged ‘punishment’ session. She would do that once. Reika almost sounded completely defeated though, like things might finally be resolved between them. Power and love and all that? Jumi was not blind to the fact she had drawn quite the assortment of women to her over the past few days. She was not naive enough to assume Reika was one of them. Though if the girl genuinely sought redemption, Jumi would not rule out helping her. She would also respect Shinigami’s feelings. If Shinigami ever wanted to see her again, she would not stop it. It did not seem likely in the moment, but with their past and connections, Jumi was not sure if that might change later. For now, she wait to see what Reika did, before saying anything to her. Whether she left without another word or not. Instead she listened to what Mitsuko, or the goddess connected to her, said. She looked to the others, how would they react? But it sounded like in the short term, this was the best case scenario. Physically better. But the marks would remain until the morning, shield them from what their unmarked minds would feel later. She looked down at the mark still glowing on her. Marks they had all willingly taken, reminding them how easy it was to give in to the danger. Though they could be relieved they did not go too far, did not cross the uncrossable lines, they would all likely feel varying degrees of shame over it after the marks faded. They all understood what Jumi had warned them of earlier. No matter how much you resisted, or did not want it, they all would be unable to deny it felt good to have sex with demons. ”It is probably better to do so. Get some movement before the marks fade. I suspect we will all need to process things and work out what happens when they are gone.” It was probably best to stick together until then. They went through this together, it would be easier to have the support of each other when it was done. Jumi had gone through this before, other than the mark. Her biggest shame would be being unable to prevent the others from experiencing it. Kaida would probably be able to handle it too. But how would Mitsuko and Nymphia process it later? Mitsuko had gone through so much recently, and Nymphia was a pure gentle girl. She hoped she could help them through it.

It was not nearly as intense or similar sort of feeling. But Zorn felt the power fight his own, one that rivaled his own or his own lords. Certainly would have if it was at full strength, but it was faded. Easy to guess the old source. Dead as he might have been, Exzel’s old master still claimed her and intended to fight someone who intended to take her away from. Deserved respect of a sort, many demon lords would have done the same, especially for someone like Exzel. It prevented the mark the mark from properly forming. But while it was trying to form, he could feel what she felt about it. If there had not been competition, she would have accepted it. She had genuinely submitted to him. What would happen in the future was hard to say, but for tonight, and maybe a little longer, she was not his ally, he was her lord, she belonged to him. He intended to savor it, but in the long term she would decide how it happened. He had to think he achieved his claim, that at least when alone, in private, she might not think of him as her lord, but would feel submissive. It would be well suited to his plan for her. But his satisfaction over this victory was overwhelmed, he could not think much, with the pleasure that came. He had been involved with succubi before, knew how intense the best orgasms could be. This at least rivaled those, possibly surpassed it. His body gave what Exzel craved, the thrust continued at first before pausing to let out a flood that was quite intense for him. He panted a bit unsure if she wanted more after that. He was young, for a demon, in his prime anyway. Strong. He could continue as long as Exzel craved more. But for the first tonight, he was not sure if she did or not. Or if she cared what he wanted in the moment. “Good girl.” He would talk as the master he was for tonight, maybe into tomorrow. He had earned that much, and believed Exzel craved it in the moment. “I will give you more of that in the future. When you visit my home.” He decided it was worth taking a chance, see how they both wanted this to go. “You are still the lady of your realm, I make no claim to it. But I am more convinced you desire to submit to the right one, at last at times. When you are in my territory, I think we can both enjoy you showing some submission. At least when none who serve you are around. You can choose whether or not to show it, in that case.” “If your body is not exhausted, I can give you more. We can explore your submission. I also have a suggestion for what you might do on future visits.” He was also not sure how clearly she was thinking. He wanted to wait to see what she said before explaining that. For the moment not moving, but still lying over her still chained body. Looking into the eyes off the one he claimed. Curious how she would talk and act around him now. How she would treat one she submitted to. Whether she wanted more or not, and if she had eagerness for suggestion. He offered her something both similar yet different to her old master. She would not be slave she once was, but a chance to explore if/how much she wanted to submit to a male who was strong enough and deserved it.

Jumi was still quiet, more resting than anything, but also processing things. Of course the mark was still influencing her mind. She knew it was something it was better if they avoided, but under the lingering influence of the mark, she still would have been open-minded for more after physically recovering. She could look at a demon right now and find it as attractive as a human. Turned on by the idea of sex with them, though she felt no temptation to join them or anything like that. The work of a skilled succubus. Someone they had to be careful about if they ran into again. Could they avoid a repeat of this night, if they did? She was relieved by the fact the goddess did not seem to want to fight and left them in peace, but before she could think about much else, a familiar voice, one who had been on her mind a lot lately, only distracted by the chaos of what she just went through. She shifted herself up to listen, figure out what she was up to. What she would say. She had believed she would not see this girl again until the planned private meeting. To face whatever sort of punishment the girl had in mind for her. But what she heard was unexpected. This was setup by Reika, talking with Nymphia? Not an idea of that Micori. Watching Reika and Shinigami, the source of the tension between the two. What Reika wanted to punish her over. She was not sure how she would have reacted, more rested, unmarked, not having had such a wildly pleasurable experience herself. She did not approve of what she was hearing or seeing. But was not as furious as she could have been. The two of them presumably still had things to work out privately at some point. ”This wasn’t your plan all along was it?” It did not seem like this was what Reika had planned to punish her, but she could not rule out the possibility after hearing all that. She said, shifting to her feet, still unstable. Stepping forward, looking at Shinigami. The girl of Shinigami’s past, and one of the two of her present and future. Was this where things ended between the two, or was there more. Jumi hardly looked the pure Magical Girl, covered in sweat and fluid. The succubus’s mark still glowing on her. But while she was arguably corrupted to a degree, she was still herself too. “What’s your plan here? Make us watch as you please her, try to make her go back to you?” She remembered Shingami had complicated feelings about Reika, like she did, but likely much more intense. If Shinigami wanted it, she would not try to stop it. But it did not look like she did or that she was at least uncertain. She was not going to silently ignore it, if that was the case. She also needed to find out exactly what Reika was up to. If she was just here to gloat about what just happened, or if there was more to it. If she had more plans for them or not.

Dangerous. The mention of that name, the one she used to serve, made Zorn more convinced this was no act. It was possible to go too far, but her reactions urged him to go on. Deep down, one side her at least still craved that old life style. To be the concubine of a strong enough male. Craved him to be her master, at least in the moment. In honesty, it was a line he had not intended to cross. But he would give her the choice, if she wanted to more completely submit to him, he would let her. It was the one freedom, the one choice he would give her. She was his tonight, maybe longer. But she would decide if it was complete submission, if it was longer term, or just what he suggested. Something they did from time to time in private. Even her just being like this when they had private moments together was rather appealing. He did not know exactly what past those two had, how her old master found her and made her submit. Had he used the violence Zorn implied was at least on the table, if unlikely, here? Whether she was more willingly submitting to him than that one. “Speak an old master’s name…another might be offended…but maybe you don’t miss everything about your past. Let’s spend the night learning what you desire most from a man…I wonder how you will react to this.” He had intended to delay this, save this for someone else, a few candidates in mind. But he could not resist the chance to see what would happen. Exzel would feel it inside her, a feeling he was sure she knew. A heat in her body, his mark trying to form. It would be her choice if she did. A genuine submission to him. Though it was not impossible for her accept it temporarily. If she fully accepted it, it would be permanent. She would be the only one to bear his mark while they both lived. Depending on her exact state of mind, she might not go quite that far though. Accepting it but only for a short term, a trial of sorts of the full commitment. Even that though would be a statement, not something to fake. A genuine submission, whether short term or long term. Of course it was also shift the way she looked at him. Certainly not love, but she might look at him in a way she looked at few if any others. She still had spirit though, but at the same time begging to be broken. She had to know what she was encouraging in Zorn. He was going to test it, but not necessarily the way her old master would. He intended to find out just how far she wanted to go. For now he waited, to see what happened with the mark, if it appeared and how it shifted her behavior. As Exzel felt the heat of it form, she felt another of his orgasms fill her, but he did not stop, did not slow down. The chains tightened as he did claiming her harder, challenging her, asking her where she wanted this to go. There was Zorn the ally, but at the same time, one who maybe had the strength to be her lord again. It was her choice, he would prove his strength, quality as a mate, let her decide what she felt about. He would not force her to serve him, but it was a choice she had.

Canata watched with curiosity, studying each reaction. Wondering how Emiri would react as it continued. How harsh would they need to break her. Of course she was also imaging another surprise. Emiri still believed Canata was just a woman like her, to the point she even appeared as human as Emiri. But how would the Magical Girl react when she found out Canata could do what the male was doing to her? Not with some piece of plastic as two human women might, but something as real as what was inside her now. She would do it with her own technique of course, one that Emiri find very appealing. Though, especially as Zorn’s woman, Emiri might prefer the more aggressive touch this demon and later Zorn would give her. It was not like what Hikaru had previously given his wife. He was not unskilled, had made attempts to please her, but the demon was more wild, aggressive. She could feel his lust in each thrust. Whatever else thought of her, he craved her sexually and was making the most of it. He was bigger too, to the degree that mattered. He did not hold back. Any shame or disgust she felt pleased him. Punishment past defeats, but if she was pleased, even better. The taboo. A Magical Girl giving into the taboo of enjoying a demon. He was quite enjoying it himself. He found her very attractive, and this felt very good. He was sure this was not the last time they would mate. She would be taught to see things from a demon’s point of view. Biologically she would always be human, but they would teach her to think, feel and act like a demon. It was just a question of how long it would take, how gradually she would give in. Her reactions were obvious, it was obvious she was enjoying it. But this was not his first time with a human. He knew they could feel quite a bit denial. Though some would be honest in the moment and just hate it afterwards. “Going to lie to yourself? Neither of want to stop, you know it, whether or not you admit it. Don’t worry, I won’t stop till I’m done. Show you how good you make me feel.” It was mating. With all the risks that came with it. Zorn was not going to care if he came inside her. He might even do it two or three times before she was done. “Look into my eyes, don’t close them or look away.” He said aggressively, demanding. Wanting Emiri to be unable to ignore a demon was doing this. Human shaped, but clearly not. The same for the shaft plunging in and out her. She would likely see it in his eyes, a sense of superiority, dominance, but also lust for her body.

Jumi was exhausted, in theory she might have been able to keep going with proper stimulation. But now she was back, the place where they got dragged to the demon world from. Nymphia nearby. She saw the mark still glowing on her body. It mostly relaxed her in the moment, left her untroubled by what just happened. She had heard some of what the succubus said. On some level she knew the danger, she had already been exposed to it. All but Shinigami had. They might have been raped, but they agreed to take the marks. Let themselves be seduced to a degree. If it happened once it could happen again. Were any of them truly immune to being tempted by that one. Jumi knew she had to be careful, she had several risky thoughts lately. First about Reika, now about the demons. None of them had gone too far yet. It just meant they had to be careful. Jumi had a degree of experience with this. She would probably feel shame in the morning. But she hoped the others were not too traumatized by it. She would have to wait and see. Her thoughts were pulled away from the demons by a less pleasant sight. The last one they needed to see here. She was too exhausted to move much. Not certain how much she could do against such an opponent. But then she watched, Mitsuko…someone in her body? The confrontation was a bit confusing. Lenneth seemed to know who she was talking to, even backed surprisingly peacefully. Seemed to leave them alone. Mitsuko seemed to occupied by whoever it was. Something she might normally have been troubled by, but she had a guess of who was visiting. Which might or might not have been confirmed by Nall’s reaction. “…Are we being helped by the goddess who set Mitsuko on this path?” Her girlfriend being possessed by a goddess was not the worst thing in the world. She assumed if that was what was happening it would be short term. Her mind so relaxed, she could not help imaging the opposite of what just happened. It was Mitsuko she cared about, but a girl as free as her was bold enough to imagine what it might have been like to spend some private time with a goddess in Mitsuko’s body. But it was just a cute little fantasy that came in the relief of the moment. She could not imagine it actually happening, would not dare suggest it, and would have only done it if both Mitsuko and the goddess approved of it. For now she just took a moment to relax. See if their savior was going to stick around very long or not. Also if they remained here or made their way back to the temple.

She was reacting well, as usual, Zorn was not certain how much of it was an act and how much was genuine. An act, or a mix of both would not necessarily be bad/insulting, but he wanted to try to make it as genuine as possible. Though he did find it hard to believe it was an act. If it was, she was so good at it was impossible to see any hint of acting, He had an idea or two to help verify that, but he wanted to go further before trying. He grunted in satisfaction at her words. “Very well, we aren’t as close to done as I thought. I will show you my power and stamina. You belong to me, for the night.” Risky words, but perhaps what she wanted to hear. He did not desire a slave, to make her serve him long term. Just for her to sexually submit to him. Desire his domination in bed. He had to wonder, with the life she led, if she did not crave that at times. That as long as certain lines were not crossed, she might truly want him to treat her like this. See if she felt genuinely sexually submissive to him. She showed no sign yet that she did not crave it at least. Which fueled his lust for her. ”You know just what to say. I intend to explore exactly what you want, you will be free in the morning, unless you still crave more. But once I am done with you, you will feel submissive, crave my touch, whenever you happen to visit.” Could he do it? He said it with certainty, that he intended to put everything into making it true. The chained collar around her neck tightened, chocking but not enough to prevent breath, just control and power. “Careful though. I can go much further in breaking someone, like my lovely Emiri. Talk like that, might encourage me to try.” It was both a genuine warning and a genuine invitation. Zorn was willing to explore this, do what he could genuinely overpower, break Exzel. “Don’t worry though. You think this feels good? I’m just warming up with you.” He would continue to show her his ‘rabbitish’ sexual stamina, as much as he had been going so far, as hard and fast as he was going now. He could give her more. A man who could longer than most if not all of her previous partners. But he offered something more, something to put a twist on their alliance and hopefully make it more appealing to both. It just remained to be seen just how far he went, as he tested what Exzel wanted deep down. To make her desire to submit to him. In theory nothing was off the table, but more extreme were not likely to be used, unless she craved them. He intended to learn exactly how far she wanted him to dominate her.

Of course he did not deny it, just lashed out at her. Just made it worse. Just made her hate it more. Hate her reactions. As disgusted as was, as much as she wanted it to stop. It felt much better than it should have. She had never felt sex like this before. After so many years, her body encouraged what he said. Growing increasingly wet, tightening around the shaft. Body and mind disconnected, body acting reflexively. Her breath deeper. But she refused to moan. Even if the movement felt good. The body craved what she feared, the chance of having another child while she still could. It was biologically not likely A real could do it over and over. She probably only had a few years of fertility left. But if he had his way she would probably have at least one or two more children with him. She really hoped that would not be the case. But it of course required help she was unlikely to get. All she could do was glare at him, her refusal to submit. She could try to deny him that. But it was obvious to both of them, he was giving her pleasure. That was slowly growing. She could not likely deny him the satisfaction of seeing him give her an orgasm. It was slowly building. But it seemed like it was not going to stop. It was maddening, to hate something, to want something to end, that felt good. Had the potential to be her most intense sex ever from a pure physical reaction.

Ultimately it would be up to Kaida what happened after this night. If she longed to see Canata again, find out what would happen, she had the opportunity. If she chose to keep it. She would choose how far it went. The uncertainty was a little exciting to Canata. Kaida had a chance to be like one of those human partners she described. If so, there were many options. If Kaida just desired occasional company in bed, she would be happy to offer that. If she wanted something more serious, Canata could give her that too. Genuinely too. Of course it would be with a demon, Canata was proud of what she was. But a succubus had her own way of doing things. Sex, intimacy, seduction, she craved these things. There might be danger, Kaida was happy to encourage people to explore their darker sides, but, while Kaida was not likely to make her a friend of humanity, if she was strong minded enough, maybe it was possible to give into temptation towards the demon with crossing lines. Not everyone who experienced her touch might follow the path of Emiri. Of course…if any of the other girls felt a taboo desire for a demon, she would help them too. All of them had her mark, all except Jumi had felt her touch. They might not be proud of it in the morning, but if any of them had taboo desires, she would happy to indulge them. But she was also prepared for all of them to be against that. She would wait and see. She was most optimistic about Kaida. She put the most care into that, and the words she said about Kaida were honest. Kaida of course did have an option, to study the gift, if she wished, that Canata was not aware of. People at the temple would be able to evaluate it. Give her a better impression of how safe it was. “Looks like we may be done.” She gave Kaida one last deep affectionate kiss. “It will be up to you, if this is just a one night fling or more. All I hope is you think about it and do not immediately throw my gift away. I would even be up to just talking about what might happen, if we meet again.” She stood up, pulling out as she heard the aggressive Shinigami. She looked at Shinigami, neither fear or arrogance in her eyes. “Trust me as little as humans do? I promised to send them back in the morning and I keep my word.” She would have liked more time, but she would rather not fight the beast, even in this world. She was also not foolish enough to try to seduce Shinigami. “Would have liked a little time with you. You should have indulged yourself some more too.” She shrugged, looking over the crowd, including a particular demon who had hoped for more time with Shinigami. “Looks like that is not an option though. But they keep my marks until the morning. That part remains.” Honestly, it would probably help them sleep easier. Less troubled by what they just experienced, maybe still aroused by it. It left their minds for her to enter their dreams. But she would keep the beast happy. She would keep out of their dreams, unless one of wished to dream of her. “You want them to go back to that place? They look too exhausted to move much. But I suppose they could sleep there.” Not the most comfortable place, but probably did have furniture/bedding. “You are quite protective of the humans. I will not ask you to forgive the others, many demons and humans are not long term compatible. But try not to see me as an enemy. I have made many humans quite happy over my life.” It was true, not always others might have approved of, but sometimes what might have looked like a happy relationship with humans, sometimes even a family, to those who did not know what she was. In some ways she was a ‘safe’ demon. In some ways that made her even more dangerous. It all depended on how she was approached, and what desires the human had deep down. But she figured Shinigami did not want a conversation. With a flash of light, Shinigami found herself, Nall and the Magical Girls in the room where they had been pulled into the demon world from. Maybe alone, maybe not. With the help of the marks, if any of them, including Shinigami wanted to bring anyone else along, they would come as well. Canata herself, Shinigami’s mate, or anyone else. But only if Shinigami or one of the girls wanted someone to come with them. Otherwise, there would be no demons around them.

“Perhaps, perhaps not. But this is the one place I might be able to. A challenge is fun.” Zorn was not sure if he could truly confine her. But he put his power into it as much as he could, to do so if it was possible. It was part of the fun. “Maybe you would like it more if I could?” He suggested with curiosity, and teasing. It was that balancing act, he was going to try to get close to the line without crossing it. Exzel might enjoy her freedom and power, not willingly submit to truly serving him. But between her training, lifestyle, and just the nature of demons, he had to wonder if it would turn her on if he could truly capture her in the moment. While he was sure Exzel enjoyed being in command with other mates, it would be very understandable if she craved a male who was very powerful without trying to enslave her. Depending on how she reacted, and if he did have that power, he might test that as they went. He could likely be rough and dominating, if it pleased her. But shift into, if she showed hints of wanting/liking it. Her words after that were taunting. “It is what demon women want after all. Even one as powerful as you might crave it occasionally.” The lock remained on the room. He was going hard now, aggressive “You want me to treat you like the ‘sorceress’, to take control for the night? I do love a challenge. If that is what you want, I will show you power.” He might not use some of the ‘tools’ he used on Emiri. But if Exzel desired to be overpowered, he would test if he could do it. His power tried to confine her further, chains of magic binding hands, feet and her neck. Things of magic, that could be repositioned. “Just for a little while I will make you forget anything else. Want to be mine.” He would treat her not as his powerful ally, but as one of the women who served him that he chose for the night. Not the slave she used to be, but one weaker to and submissive to him. He was willing to take it pretty far, try to genuinely overpower her. Ideally make her submissive towards him. But not to make her stay with him. He would be happy enough to put a twist on the alliance. Just make her feeling sexually submissive around him in private, turned on by his power. Give in to some of her old lifestyle, without becoming his slave. It would suit the proposal he had for her later, if that worked out. For now though he continued aggressively pounding her. Binding her, prepared to show her his power in other ways. The trick was to find just how to dominate her right. How to overpower her. He was prepared to try at least.

Canata took a moment to enjoy the results, resting herself a bit. It was quite fun to please someone that much and had been very enjoyable for her. Perhaps this was the end, the woman might not want to see her again, unless to fight her. Nothing at the moment connecting them more positively, unless the very unlikely event happened of Kaida having her child. But if it was that good, and she rarely got such affection maybe there was a small chance she would have the taboo temptation for more. It was as good a time as any to give Kaida a little gift. ”That was wonderful. I will keep you company until I send you back, but looks like your body can’t take anymore tonight, fun as it might be. There is only one downside doing this with a woman. If I have sex with a man, I have a permanent link, can visit his dreams for the rest of his life. I can only enter the dreams of a woman if she has my mark though. You will see, I will keep my word, your mark, will be gone in the morning. As will the other girls’ marks. For giving me such a good time, and since you enjoyed it so much, I will give you something.” She placed her hand on Kaida’s chest, closed her eyes, concentrated. After the moment Kaida felt a thin necklace form around her. Thin gold chain, red gem at the bottom. “Thought about giving you a ring. But humans might see an implication in that. I’m not that bold. Keep it, or throw it away, your choice. But if you keep it, and ever long for my touch again, grip the gem in your hand, put your feelings into it. I will know where you are and come visit.” She knew there was a pretty good chance it would be thrown away. But if there was any desire at all in Kaida after the night was over, she had a way to reexperience it. “If you don’t do that, it is just a simple but pretty piece of jewelry. You still probably don’t trust me much, but it isn’t like I can use it to spy on you, figure out where you live. I will only know if you desire my company.” She gave Kaida one more long deep passionate kiss. “I’m not young or naive. I know I am trying to convince you to do something forbidden. That you might hate me after the mark is gone. But I am still going to try. In the end it will be your choice, I just hope you think about it before you throw that necklace away. I told you that you deserve attention, and I meant it. But you will decide what happens.” It was perhaps most dangerous that she was completely honest. While she would take Kaida completely into darkness, like she had with Emiri, if the woman was willing. She was happy to go further. The idea of Kaida having a demon lover was enough of a taboo to satisfy Canata. But she was prepared for even that to be rejected. She knew it was very possible the woman would be her enemy after tonight. Like Canata said, it was Kaida’s choice, she was prepared for either result. Listening to the surroundings, Jumi suspected there was not much time left, probably nothing else unusual happening for either of them tonight. Best to focus on the moment, get her enjoyment out of it and please Mitsuko as best she could. Something to end the night on that might make the morning just a little less difficult. A bit of happiness to make what happened before and their feelings about it later a little lighter. She enjoyed the subtle difference in how Mitsuko was doing things, that might or might not happen again. She rewarded it, her tongue just getting more eager in reaction to Mitsuko’s movements. To give her pleasure she would feel no shame about in the morning. She had been through this before, she could guess the confusion and maybe shame Mitsuko, Kaida and Nymphia might feel in the morning. That rape or not, they enjoyed sex with demons. The risk they might crave more. Canata was certainly trying to tempt Kaida into it. She was most dangerous in that area, all four of them had agreed to take the succubus’ mark. Much more human in appearance and approach. Even Jumi considered her a dangerous seductress, who even if she did not truly break any of them, might tempt one or more of them to want more of her. She intended to resist, but was not arrogant enough to think it was impossible. For now though, she focused on Mitsuko. Until her climax came, letting it happen, unbothered by the result. Once done, she sat up, let Mitsuko rest, as she observed the surroundings. The demons their distance, other than Canata still with Kaida. Micori seemingly defeated and Shinigami and Nymphia having a quiet moment. It was not certain, but looked possible it was possible things were coming to an end for the night.

Had some extra annoying weeks of work there, the current one ending in a few hours. Will see about getting replies in over the weekend.

Kaida was quite into it, at least in the moment. Made it much more enjoyable for Canata. She was as safe as she could be in such a world. The only ‘danger’ being the very small chance of having her or another demon’s child. But what was happening now did not really change the chance of that, other than maybe making it more likely to be Canata’s than one of the other demons, in the unlikely event it did happen. Maybe Kaida was saying things she never would have without the mark, but she enjoyed hearing them still. It was clear how strong Kaida’s orgasms was with how she reacted. It might even have been better than many the succubus had felt over the years, she could not have held it back longer if she wanted too. With a long deep moan she released a heave load into Kaida in several streams. She enjoyed the feel of Kaida’s in her back, more proof of how much the woman enjoyed it. She laid still a moment as it came letting them both judge the moment. They would have to see if that would be end of it or not. Though she did have one thing to offer Kaida before it was all over. A little gift she could do what she wanted with, since the mark would be gone by the morning. She looked forward to seeing what Kaida did with it, but even if no long term progress was made, this had been a very enjoyable night. Jumi kept working. No answer from Mitsuko. Maybe an answer in itself, maybe not. Mitsuko would have to decide soon, if she wanted more from this world, but it was possible she had had enough of it. It seemed likely to be the two of them, she would stick to that unless Mitsuko suggested something else. Though other than Canata all the demons were keeping their difference from all the humans, even if Shinigami’s warning was about Nymphia. Canata with Kaida was being tolerated for the moment, but the other demons seem to have decided they would only approach any of the girls, they invited demons over. In some ways they respected Shinigami’s approach. The motives and thought process may have been different. But what Shinigami did to Micori was something they felt she had the right to do, especially after what the demon did to her. It was something to watch, though their intentions were split between those two, Canata and Kaida, and Jumi and Mitsuko. Nymphia to a degree, some curiousness over what she would do, but even with an invitation, they would have been unlikely to approach her. Jumi was not paying too much attention to any of it. She could see much other than Mitsuko’s most intimate area. Though listening to Kaida and Canata was interesting. She was not sure what Kaida would think or feel in the morning. Was not certain what her own thoughts and feelings would be. Though she hoped Kaida would not feel too much shame over it. They had to find a balance, not beat themselves up over it. But hopefully not want more either. Wanting more was not unforgivable, not a sign of breaking by itself, but very dangerous and put one at much higher risk of breaking if they did act on those desires for more. Jumi had been through this before, except for the mark, did not expect a significantly different aftermath. But it was harder to guess for the others, being introduced like this. So many demons, the marks. They would have to see what happened in the morning. But for now, it was about Mitsuko. Just the two of them, unless Mitsuko wanted more. The taste of the demons was fading, her experienced tongue had gotten most of it already, but it continued to work. Just enjoying the process, happy to please Mitsuko. She had encouraged Mitsuko to take the lead. That was still an option, if she wanted. But unless something happen she just kept going.