Exploring The Undiscovered Lands With A Slave Harem, Chapter 12: Top of the Tower
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Pichi was the last of us to wake up the next morning, eventually stumbling out of the tent, looking bleary eyed and then fixing me with a smug grin that said nothing so much as, "I sucked your dick real good last night, huh?"

"Good morning, Pichi!" Jutaana said, making Pichi wince like she had a hangover. "I am hoping you were having a good time blowing Mmmy husband!" She giggled a bit at that. "Husband, husband, husba~and," she sang-song. She'd cooled down the giddiness that the tower had somehow inflicted on her the previous night - her current high mood was all Jutaana.

"Yeah. I also hope that," Azanaga said in the coldest deadpan you've ever heard.

"Well I did, so thank you, oh my wonderful co-wife. Also Azanaga," Pichi said, making Azanaga shoot her a scowl.

"Mm..." Whips said, tail idly whipping behind her. "You two should get on better! Since you are both Hob's wives, you should learn to at least tolerate one another. How long have the three of you been married together?"

I answered. "I picked up Azanaga a few days before coming south."

"A whirlwind romance! Oh my, you must have been truly great in the sack."

"Yeah," Azanaga said. "He had me begging for it pretty much right out the gate." She gave me a knowing look about the double meaning, which Whips seemed oblivious to.

"Are we going into the tower again today?" Eshenesra asks. "It was a bit of an endeavor last time, and I don't think we even got halfway up..."

"That is because you did not," Akamarina said. She idly flexed her fingers. "I hope that Hob will cease using me to purposefully trigger traps."

"Unlikely to stop," I said, making Akamarina twitch. "Unlike the rest of us, you don't die if this form is disrupted. Even if Pichi dies, you just lose your anchor and go home to Lake Nadi, no?"

"How many bee stings would you take on behalf of ants?"

"I'll ignore the fact that you compared me to an ant," I said, then turned to Pichi. "Now, girls, let's have Pichi cook us up breakfast and hit the tower," I said.

"Yes, darling," Pichi said, wearing a pleasant smile as she stretched. "Let me just get changed and wash my hands. Jutaana, can you see about finding some meat?"

"Yes, co-wife!" Jutaana said with an eager salute.

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There was no meat in the breakfast because there didn't seem to be actual meat in the forest. Jutaana had run around trying to hunt, but all she'd found was more weird 'animals' like the deer and squirrels we'd seen earlier. She'd killed a rabbit-thing to bring back to Pichi to inspect, but even a cursory inspection of the corpse led to the conclusion that it was definitely not meat, or edible, so we'd decided to bury it outside camp.

Pichi's breakfast was delicious anyway, though, and I was feeling quite comfortably full as I entered the tower alongside the girls and Voasary. Once more, Whips and Azanaga were left outside, though Azanaga seemed more comfortable with Whips by this point - annoyed by her acting like a busybody aunt, maybe, but not afraid of being killed by her any more.

The second floor once more had the leather sack goblins, though fortunately, the next several floors hadn't had any creatures recover, letting us make our way all the way up to the reading room without issue. I did wonder a bit at that - it seemed unlikely that nobody else had ever tried to scale this tower and managed to kill anything past the second floor. Anybody capable of getting past the second floor would slowly attrit the tower, and surely at least the zombie ogre-thing would have been dead? Even if it took days to recover or the like, the three-headed fire-breathing lizard seemed thoroughly decapitated. It was even starting to decay a bit.

I could only frown in confusion at the entire thing, but we continued up, and up, passing into the reading room in short order. The next story up would be the 'black sludge,' to borrow Akamarina's description. "I assume you tried drowning the thing on the next floor when you came up."

"It does not appear to be bothered by water, if that is the intent of your question," Akamarina replied.

"Right." I switched my arm into cannon mode. "Eshenesra, be at the ready with a flame spell." Eshenesra nodded, chanting under her breath, magic slowly gathering around her fingertips. When we came up into the next story, I blasted the sludge, splattering a large hole in it, some of the innards coating a wall, and Eshenesra followed up with a fireball in short order, the sludge proving quite flammable. It didn't wail or writhe like an ordinary thing might - it simply collapsed, the whole mess quietly burning, flickers of fire hitting the splatters I'd made and lighting them up.

It took several minutes to burn, and the smell was thick and acrid - bad enough we went down a floor, out of concern about the possibility of toxicity. Jutaana bounced from foot to foot with impatient energy, humming curiously as she hopped on her soles. "I am wondering about what is after the black sludge! You are being right, husbandine- husband mine!" She corrected. "Being in not knowing because nobody is knowing is fun! I am going to be learning about what is happening next and am one of only people to be doing so!"

"The only problem is the risk of getting killed," Pichi said, an annoyed note to her voice. "I didn't live to be 139 years old by taking lots of stupid risks."

"Ah, it will be being fine, Peaches!"

"Only Hob can call me Peaches," Pichi replied sullenly.

"Ah! I am being sorry, I was hearing the name and thinking it was cute and appropriate, since your most striking feature is also big and round like the peach!"

Pichi just gave her a lazy smile. "Alright. Fine. You can call me Peaches."

"Ah! I am being so happy," Jutaana said, smiling brightly. "This is being because we are good friends, yes?"

"Sure."

"Thank you!" Jutaana gave a cute little bowing motion. "Ah! I was saying that it will be being fine, and since we are friends and ~co-wives~," she singsang that word giddily, "I will be reassuring you. I am being good at fighting, and Hob is being good at fighting, and we will be killing anything that is trying to hurt you, since you are important and have big tits!"

I interrupted their conversation at that point. "Akamarina, go see how the black ooze-creature is doing." I didn't have to relay the order through Pichi that time, with Akamarina heading up the staircase. I glanced at Pichi. "I like you for reasons other than your big tits, Peaches."

"Yeah, because you're a fellatio addict," Pichi said, with a smug look on her face.

Akamarina came down. "The burning has ceased, though I can hardly say that the smell is gone."

It definitely had not. It was even thicker than before. What was left of the sludge was crusty ooze, and I pushed Akamarina up to the next story, where there was a fuck-ugly animal that looked like some twisted chimera. It had eight long, thin legs, but they were vertically arranged, and an excessively long neck. It skittered around the room quickly, but its skin was wrinkled like it had once been fat and bloated but was now starving.

We killed it, naturally. We did the same to the ghostly apparition on the next story (though that required a bit of Light magic from Eshenesra to figure out where it was being projected from), and the thing on the next floor just exploded in meaty chunks pretty much the moment Akamarina got in line of sight of it, its innards blasting apart her form and forcing Pichi to resummon her, the creatures' blood and viscera coating the walls.

At that point, though, either the witch had gotten tired of stocking her tower with monsters, or else she had decided that from there on, the tower was for personal use. There were a couple rooms that were apparently barren - and we creeped across them with great caution, while Akamarina dance-walked ahead, just in case they were trapped - and then came the woman herself's actual "lair."

The first such room was a cozy little kitchen, albeit one where all the food had long since rotted, the water seeming stagnant. It was long enough ago that the scent was more stagnant than anything like rotting - there were no surviving bugs, just chewed-to-the-base cores and the like. Jutaana leaned into me, planting her chin on my shoulder and sniffing at my neck noisily. "I will be covering bad smell with husband's good smell," she explained in a quiet whisper. Leporagi have much better senses of smell than most other races.

Once we moved on upstairs, any bad smell cleared, though Jutaana continued to snuggle into me despite that. The next room was a bathroom, with a clean toilet, shower, and bath, all arranged pleasantly in the room. A sprig of something had rotten where it had been hung on a bar above the shower, but its scent was mild - maybe a bitter mint, but nothing awful.

The next story was the bedroom, the bed here seeming much more plain and spartan. Jutaana actually jumped on it before I could stop her, and I was briefly terrified it was trapped somehow - but she just rolled around giddily. "Mmmy husband, we can be having sex on this bed! It is nice and bouncy! Oooo, we could all be having sex? Eshie, are you wanting to have sex with our husba~and? You are always watching instead of participating!"

Eshenesra turned scarlet at the question, looking around for assistance from anyone else - but my expression was just curious (I really doubted she had no interest, given she'd never tried to leave when I was fucking a girl in front of her), and Pichi's had a certain air of smug curiosity. Even Akamarina gave her a look that said nothing so much as, Well, yes, that is obvious. Eshenesra licked her lips nervously. "It would be dangerous to have sex in here... thank you for the offer, though, uhm, Jutaana."

"Ah, it is being okay. Husband mine! Let's have sex on the bed, mhm! It is much comfier than having sex on outdoors dirt!"

"Jutaana, we're still in an evil witch's house and it could be cursed somehow."

"She would not be cursing her own bed, no?" Jutaana asked, her expression utterly innocent.

Akamarina let out a huff that, in itself, almost made me fuck Jutaana just so I could make her watch. "We should explore up the rest of the tower. There might be more of interest there."

"Ah... if you are saying so."

The next story up was a library. Towering bookshelves arrayed in a circle, text after text, in what looked to be a variety of languages and scripts. Some were even scrolls instead of codices, the thin things laid on top of one another in a pyramid. One bookshelf, rather than being filled with traditional bound books, instead appeared to be just covered in notebooks. I took a couple out, gingerly and carefully removing them before opening them. Each one was filled to the brim with neat little script (which I, admittedly, could not read), and the occasional visual aid - some type of graph or drawing of a sigil or the like - or a doodle done in the margins, portraying a mixture of butterflies, stick figures, umbrellas, and swords.

I frowned as I considered the books. There were so many. They were, undoubtedly, a genuine treasure trove of information. But I couldn't read a single word, and that left me with this aching feeling. I let out a sigh and shook my head, stuffing a couple notebooks which looked promising on first glance into Pichi's pack, in the hopes that they were written in Kitran or some other living language, and I could eventually work out how to read them.

"There's still a staircase up," I said, looking at Akamarina. Akamarina gave me an annoyed huff, but started up the stairs, heading up to the next floor. There was a brief silence, then she spoke up.

"There are no apparent traps or monsters. There is, however, what appears to be a corpse," Akamarina said.

I frowned at that, but went up. It looked like an attic - boxes and chests and whatnot, a few bits and bobs of furniture that were stacked atop each other or cluttered with boxes. There was an opened chest, and what looked to be a human corpse, neck resting against the line of an opened chest, head dipped down low into it. Its clothes looked ordinary enough, but the body itself seemed mummified, skin pulled in and turned brown, peeling here and there.

"Ah! Is that being the witch?" Jutaana asked excitedly.

"Not sure," I said. "Hard to even tell the sex. Akamarina, move the body," I ordered - I wasn't touching it, for risk that it was alive, or trapped, or something else even worse. Akamarina grabbed its ankles and tugged - and the legs simply popped off at the knees, coming away from the body as a whole, which collapsed out of the chest from the force. The head had apparently come free, because the torso was left headless as it flopped down. "Check the pelvis for the sex," I told Akamarina.

"Is that truly necessary?" Akamarina asked.

"She had a fuckden and sex books," I pointed out. "According to Whips, they were heterosexual in content. So if it isn't her, it's highly likely it's one of her sex partners, and her sex partners were probably men."

"Ah! Mmmy husband is being so smart!" Jutaana said. "Can he be breeding smart babies into me, please and thank you?"

"The medicines are still on the ship, Jutaana," I pointed out. I looked at Akamarina expectantly - then at Pichi, when Akamarina didn't respond. "Unless you want to do it, make Akamarina do it."

"Akamarina, pull down the corpse's pants enough to reveal their genitals," Pichi said, sounding very much like she didn't want to say as much - but also clearly having not much choice.

The corpse's genitals were male, as it turned out. Which meant this wasn't the witch herself, but also implied that she hadn't been to this story in a very long time, given the mummified status of the corpse. The rotten food could have been from leaving it there for a month - maybe it was, even - but the mummified corpse was far beyond that level.

I contemplated the room, glancing upwards. "Akamarina, check the next floor," I ordered, and once more she let out an annoyed noise as she was used as a trap-checker once more, but it really was not my problem.

"I believe I have located the witch," Akamarina called out, which gave me some pause. I glanced at the girls, and Akamarina came back down. "She is not doing much of anything at all. Witch! Come down and strike us all down, should you be angry at us!" Jutaana drew her sword, halfway charging to the front of our little group. A few seconds later, after nothing had actually happened - not even the whisper of a spell or a few footfalls - Akamarina spoke again. "You see? There is naught to fear."

While I was hardly happy with the way Akamarina had expressed her confidence, I couldn't deny the evidence she'd presented. I headed up the stairs, both weapon arms at the ready, Jutaana in front of me, Eshenesra nervously muttering under her breath as she followed me up.

The witch herself was quite beautiful, with long, wavy raven-black hair, extremely pale skin, painted black lipstick, a corseted dress in what - to my eyes, at least - looked like a gothic style. Her features were beautiful, and her breasts were pretty big too.

She also was completely unmoving. Two fingers rubbed at one eye, stretching the lid outwards. Her hair was slightly uplifted, as if she had just twisted her head a moment prior, and gravity had not yet taken its toll on the upswing. She was seated in front of what looked like a makeup desk - mirror, various accoutrements of feminine beauty, and so forth. The specific ones weren't those I was familiar with from the north, but it was really hard to imagine it as much else.

"Akamarina, go touch her," I ordered, raising my cannon arm and pointing it at her. Jutaana similarly raised her blade, and Eshenesra just kept whispering spell incantations in preparation for a fireball.

Akamarina simply splattered against an invisible wall, the first inch or so of her body smearing out across it like a popped water balloon. The shape was consistent with something like a large rounded wall, and when she pulled back a moment later, there appeared to be no lost water. "It appears I cannot touch her," Akamarina said mildly. She pushed against it, but there was clear tension there, and when she kept pressing, it simply made her finger distend.

"Jutaana, poke it with your sword," I told her, and she nodded, stepping nervously forward and tapping it - there was a noise like the metal was striking something well beyond its ability to penetrate, but nothing identifiable from the other half of the equation. I could only frown. "What the hell is this?" I asked.

"I am not knowing, husband," Jutaana said, idly poking at it, following the shape of the invisible surface up and down. "Hm, I am thinking the curve is getting bigger as it is getting closer to the witch," she explained, tapping away. "Ah! The curve is getting smaller other way! It is being like cone!" She declared with excitement. "Pointy cone goes back to... this!"

In the bookshelf opposite the makeup desk was a small object, not even a foot long, looking like a rather elaborately decorated rod. Whatever was blocking us from touching the witch was located there... and probably it was also holding her in place.

"That explains a lot," I said, as I considered it. "Jutaana, I want you to tackle her and hold her down. Sword to her throat, don't let her get any spells off, got it?"

"Yes, Mmmy husband!" Jutaana said, moving to the part of the cone closest to the witch and planting one foot well behind her, ready to pounce. I gingerly reached for the rod, and - careful not to let it point at me - flicked it upwards so it hit the roof.

Instantly, the witch moved with a mix of surprise, confusion, and perhaps some panic, but she only had a fraction of a second, and Jutaana had her pinned to the ground, one knee on either arm, sword up against her neck. "What in the world?" She asked, bewildered, in what sounded to my ears like thickly accented Kitran.

"Ah! Husband! Are you being able to understand her?"

"Stay quiet," I barked at her in Kitran, "or Jutaana will cut your throat." She thinned her lips and nodded. "We found you under the effects of this device," I explained with a gesture, and her expression turned sour, eyes tightening. "Speak slowly. No spells."

"Given how... you don't seem to speak the language, I assume it's been quite some time..." I nodded, not letting on that we were from another continent. The witch let out a sigh. "Bastard," she half-spat. "I showed him how that thing works... didn't realize he planned to..." She trailed off. "Thank you. Welcome to my home, kind stranger. Hm. Four women to one man," she said, frowning, her nose crinkling as she looked over my group. "I haven't seen half your races before, and she is the ugliest eruvela I've ever seen, if she is one."

"I don't believe she is, no." The witch nodded. "What is your name?"

"Yaj." That was the answer I had expected, so I only quietly nodded. "And yours?"

"Hob."

"Hob. Given your group is four women to one man... I assume you wouldn't be terribly interested in making sweet, domineering love to this poor benighted witch, whose last lover trapped her in a time bubble for an untold aeon?"

"...You want to fuck first thing?" I was honestly baffled by the offer.

"Mm. Well, I would rather that I not have a knife at my throat... but I was planning to enjoy sex with my lover before he froze me for centuries," she told me. "Ha... I suppose that I simply will not get to have sex."

"What is she being saying, husband? I am not being able to understand her!"

"She's propositioning me," I admitted. Jutaana blinked, and I remembered she didn't have the best grasp of Almerese. "She's asking to fuck."

Pichi laughed at that, while Eshenesra flushed. "Right out the gate?" Pichi asked. "Guess we knew she's pretty horny already, with the fuck den and the smut books and everything."

"Yes, I am sure it is very amusing," Yaj said. "But may I please be released? I can't imagine you plan to keep me at the point of a blade for all time... unless you plan to decapitate me."

"Your tower has a lot of defense mechanisms. Why is that?"

"Home defense. I don't want to be bothered when I'm with my lovers," she explained. "Plus, all these superstitious locals who believe 'magic' is some sort of evil thing, rather than merely a natural force. Judging by your elemental companion and your own modified limbs, you do not believe such gibberish, I presume?"

"I don't," I agreed.

"There you have it, then. May I please stand up?"

I sighed. "Jutaana, let her go, but if she tries to cast any magic without my permission, kill her. Yaj, if you try casting spells, Jutaana will kill you."

"Understood," Yaj said, picking herself up off the floor, wiping herself off. Jutaana kept a close eye on her, hand rolling the sword around and around, keeping it at the ready. "Thank you for saving me," she said again, with a small inclination of her head. "I suppose I can probably find a decent present for you..." She made another jerk of her head, towards the staircase. "May we descend?"

"Go ahead. Akamarina, take the lead, keep an eye on her."

"I am but a loyal slave, sworn to do whatsoever you wish," Akamarina said, her voice dripping with contempt as she stepped down the staircase first. Jutaana followed next, then myself, then Pichi and Eshenesra.

The next story down was, of course, the one where the dead man lay - and Yaj let out a laugh at that. "Serves you right, you fuck," she said, seeing the state of his corpse. "You didn't even get to abscond with your ill-gotten gains. Thus ever to those such as yourself," she said, kicking the corpse in its exposed crotch, making the bit of flesh that was its mummified cock fly off - which only made her cackle all the more loudly. "Oh dear, looks like you lost your only good feature."

"You mentioned a reward?" I prompted her.

"Hmm? Oh, yes," she said, shaking her head. "I have a number of magical items of my own devising here." She stepped forward, idly kicking the chest open the rest of the way, smirking as she saw her dead lover's head where it had rolled in there. "I hope you enjoy getting all those wonderful items," she said, squatting down, then removing what appeared to be a simple silver coin. "This," she explained, "is a very wonderful design, created quite some time ago by an empire that predates even my day." I just frowned at it. "You see, they wanted to cut back on thieving, so if someone tries to steal it - they die. Only if you intentionally give it to another can it be taken without killing them."

"What if you drop it and somebody picks it up to try to return it to you?" I asked.

"Well... yes, it does have that problem," she admitted. She dropped it back into the chest. "Also, the ownership 'expires' with your death, so you can just kill someone before taking it. Still, it proved quite useful in my case, don't you think?"

"I guess. I come from a place very far from here," I admitted. "I wanted to see things that had never been seen. Is there anything in there that's truly rare and special?"

"Oh. Hmm." She tilted her head to one side, rubbing her chin. "I have a few toys made for sex..."

"We definitely have those, thank you."

"Oh!" She rushed towards one particular box, hefting it up and planting it down. "I don't imagine you have this!" She opened the box up, revealing... what looked to be a nine-by-nine game board, and thirty or forty little human-shaped pieces. "I'll explain the rules, and-"

"I don't want to play a board game," I said.

"No, no, you'll see, if you set up all the pieces and speak the proper word, they come to life!" She started hurriedly filling the board. She looked up at me, just the faintest trace of a pout on her painted black lips. "It'll be fun! You can play it with your girls, too?" She suggested, glancing aside as her hands placed the tenth or so piece on the board. She let out a sigh. "Oh, you just want some boring weapon, don't you?" She huffed.

"I just want something that isn't a literal toy."

"There's..." She frowned and thought about it. "Well, there's the thing that was keeping me in stasis." She huffed again, then looked at Jutaana. "He won't fuck me or play board games with me. What sort of man does that? What do you even see in him?"

"Ah? What is she saying to me, husband?" Jutaana asked, not taking her eyes off Yaj.

"Just some mild insult, don't worry about it," I said to Jutaana, then turned my attention back to Yaj. "That thing seems incredibly dangerous."

"You can turn it off," she told me. "There's a simple button on the base you click in or out. It also literally can't hurt anyone - if you're partially caught in its effect, you are frozen entirely and impossible to affect."

"Then that can be my reward."

"So boring," she huffed again.

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Exploring The Undiscovered Lands With A Slave Harem, Chapter 11: To The Reading Room
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Jutaana's bizarre high eventually settled down, but not before quite a long fuck session - long enough that even Whips got bored of watching, just wishing for the pair of us to have a "happy time of marital bliss" (which was, it turns out, enough to make Jutaana come) before moving away to chit-chat with Azanaga.

Once she was calmed down... well, first she just wound up leaning against the tree and panting, her breathing heavy as she rubbed her belly with a kind of sleepy giddiness. Eventually, though, she recovered enough to hop to her feet, bowing deeply to me. "I am being very sorry, Mmmmy husband!" She said, humming a bit as those words left her lips. "I am not knowing what was coming over me! Thank you for making love to me lots and lots even though I was being a bad woman," she said.

"It's alright, Jutaana," I told her, patting her head, and her tail twitched a bit. I would definitely have been enticed by that if it hadn't been for the fact that I'd been fucking her for the past hour or so. As it was, I was feeling rather exhausted from it. "We're going to take a break, then go back in the tower."

"Fucking really?" Azanaga asked, making me briefly jerk in surprise.

"Yes. Really," I told her. "We'll try some experiments to see what got Jutaana like that. It's not like it was dangerous."

"Yes! I was being good girl for Mmmmy husband, even when I was being, um, in different thinking way?"

"High," Azanaga offered flatly.

"It is being tower, yes, but I am meaning my thinking was being weird because of some tower-magic thing," Jutaana said.

"No, the word- whatever," Azanaga said, and I just settled down against the tower wall, resting against it. Jutaana wound up sitting down next to me and cuddling into me, her large, muscular body pressed into my own - and then Pichi came up from the other side.

"Now," Pichi said, "I'm not saying that we have to have sex right now, since you're obviously tired, dear, sweetheart, darling," she said, licking her lips. "But... you know, you fucked Jutaana a lot, and as your wife, and thus Jutaana's equal in our family, I deserve to get to blow you for at least that long. Longer, really, since all you have to do is lie back and let me take care of your fat young cock," Pichi said. She fluttered her eyelashes up at me.

"Sure, Pichi. If there's time tonight, you can suck me off for an hour."

"Mhm," Pichi said, humming and nodding. "This is the nature of the give-and-take relationship of husband and wife. You drag me down to the southern hemisphere to get killed by horrible monsters, and in return, I get to suck your cock all I want."

I idly patted her head and just leaned back against the wall - and at that point, I actually fell asleep, taking a quick little cat nap.

When I woke up, the sun hadn't moved much in the sky, but I was definitely aware that I had fallen asleep, particularly given that Jutaana had fallen asleep on top of me, head leaning against my shoulder. (Pichi had left rather than cuddle.) I tapped her on the shoulder, and she jerked awake instantly, her head spinning around to check the environment for any threats. Once she'd confirmed they weren't present, she shook her head clear. "Ah! Mmmhusband! Are we going to be going back into the tower now?" She asked, hopping to her feet as I more slowly rose to mine.

"Yes. Grab your sword. We're going to move slowly up," I told her. "Pichi, we'll need Akamarina. Eshenesra, I expect you to have our back with your spells."

Eshenesra seemed surprised by my speaking to her directly, but she nodded. "Yes, sir!" She declared with gusto, earning a faint chuckle from Whips - which made Eshenesra turn scarlet. "I mean, yes, husband," she corrected a moment later.

"It's cute," Whips said, her tail mildly slithering about behind her. "Calling your husband 'sir.' You should try it, Azanaga."

"I'm not calling him sir," Azanaga said, her voice chilly.

"Oh? Maybe something a little dirtier then, like..."

I didn't hear what Whips had to say, because at that point the rest of us were together, Pichi had summoned Akamarina, and we entered the tower. For a while, we milled about on the first floor, just to see if there was any magic affecting our minds - nope. Nothing happened other than a banal conversation between Pichi and Eshenesra about magical theory, and Voasary deciding that she'd rather rest on the first floor - away from Whips but not deeper into the mind-controlling tower - rather than follow us up.

When we got to the floor full of leather-bag goblins, Jutaana cut most of them apart again, with me and Akamarina picking up the slack - and afterwards, Jutaana was bouncing on her feet. "Ah! It is being happening again!" Jutaana declared. "Mmhm! But if I am getting fucked by mmmmy husband again to work the energy off, then Pichi will be blowing him for two hours tonight!" Eshenesra turned red at that, her eyes widening. "Mmm... husband mine," she said, turning to me. "Can... can I be calling you husband all the time?" Her ears twitched faintly through the air. "It would be very nice and fun and I am liking you lots and lots..."

"You're my wife, so of course you can call me husband," I said, not certain that Whips couldn't hear us.

"Ah, I am meaning-" Jutaana's mouth snapped shut. "Oh! Ah! I am understanding! I am going to just call you husband forever and ever!" She declared with a big smile on her lips. "Husband mine, my husband, mhm! Husbands breed their wives, you know?" She prompted Pichi.

"I have twelve kids. I know," Pichi said.

"Twelve children.. wow..." Eshenesra said to herself. "With Hob?"

"No, with my first, late, husband," Pichi said. She let out a long breath at that. "I guess I should be glad he died, before... well, all this happened."

"No!" Jutaana said, her voice full of heat. "A husband dying is always bad!"

Pichi let out a laugh. "Yeah. Maybe if I'd had him still, I wouldn't have-" She shook her head. "Right. So killing the leather bag goblins makes Jutaana start getting drunk on the magic or something?"

Eshenesra hummed momentarily, staring quietly at Jutaana, who was definitely full of excess energy at the moment. "May I inspect you more closely, sister-wife Jutaana?"

"You are being able to, yes," Jutaana said. "Ah! If we are sister-wives then you are needing to get bred too! It would be strange if you were not getting bred, yes?!" She looked at me, then back at Eshenesra, who by this point was bright red.

"It's fine if Eshenesra wants to... take our marriage slow," I said. "We only just got married before coming south, after all."

"Ah, that is true," Jutaana said. "But she is always staring at the sex whenever it is happening in front of her because she is being very horny!"

Eshenesra just closed her eyes, touching Jutaana gently on the shoulder, which required her to reach up a good bit, since Jutaana had about a foot (30cm) on her. She took in deep, slow breaths, her chest rising and falling as she took in whatever magical energies she could read, then spoke again as her eyes fluttered open. "There is something. The magic is coming up your sword arm, so it probably is related to the killing," she said.

"Mm..." Jutaana said, carefully handing the sword off from one hand to the other, not dropping it. "Is that being better?"

"Um. Maybe a little? It's coming up the other arm, now, but not as much..." Eshenesra said.

"Check Akamarina," I said.

"My mind is perfectly clear, I'm not some easily clouded-mortal," Akamarina said, but Eshenesra checked her anyway.

"She's clean."

"Now me," I said. I'd killed one of the leather-bag goblins both times, after all, even if it was with my cannon. Eshenesra approached me, placed one hand on my shoulder, hummed, and shook her head. "Nothing?"

"You're clean."

"Alright." I hummed. "It must be related to melee combat, or maybe it doesn't work through magical means. Oh, is there anything on Pichi?" Eshenesra went to check her over too, confirming there wasn't. "Either way, it seems to only affect Jutaana, and only via her sword arm. From here on up, Jutaana, stay by my side. Protect me and the others if something attacks us, but otherwise, avoid leaping into battle. Akamarina will remain on the front line."

"Mm... but I am wanting to kill things for you, husband mine!" Jutaana declared giddily. "Killing and breeding, mhm! Maybe I am being affected, hmm. Well, killing is fun though! It is the great life-and-death struggle which is being the most intense of experiences... other than getting bred by my darling husband!"

"She's definitely affected," Pichi said, with a sigh. "Here's hoping it can't influence Akamarina."

The three-headed fire-breathing lizard remained dead on the next floor, and on the one after that came the stitched-together corpse, and then we arrived on the next floor, the one a massive creature, something like the shape of a man, but covered in a thick pink shell. It didn't look fleshy and natural like a crustacean's, but instead porcelain or marble painted pink. In some placed it had even started to wear away, revealing ivory white beneath the broken-off flakes. Its eyes were large and glassy - in the sense that they literally looked like they were made of glass, the 'iris' and 'pupil' just indentations on the shape - and attached to the front of the head, which swiveled around on us.

Jutaana bounced readily on her feet, but with Akamarina attacking the creature, and Eshenesra and myself firing from a range, it didn't get the chance to close in and require Jutaana to get involved... which seemed to gravely disappoint her, her ears wilting.

"Husband, are you being sure I cannot be killing monsters?"

"Mm. Eshenesra, see if the magic on her has gotten more powerful?"

Eshenesra approached Jutaana again, and shook her head. "It is clearing, but slowly," Eshenesra explained.

"Then no," I told Jutaana. "You can't kill monsters except to protect me or the others."

She pouted at that, but nodded. "Yes, husband mine..."

The next floor up looked to be... well, to be frank, a bedroom. Except, not a bedroom meant for sleeping in. One meant for fucking in. The bed was curved along the walls, but exceptionally large, and its baby-blue blankets were silky-soft to the touch. Where many of the creatures had seemed worn by age, this one seemed pleasantly attractive. It was had a light warmth to the touch.

"Huh," Pichi said, contemplating the thing. "Guess this is where the evil witch got her fuck on. Funny that the style isn't that different. Though it's blue instead of pink like we'd have it. Not heart-shaped, either."

"The 'heart-shape' is the shape of the silphium plant's seeds. Silphium doesn't exist in the southern hemisphere as far as we know," I said. "Real hearts don't look like that, you know?"

"Huh. Guess they don't. Makes sense, then," Pichi hummed, hopping on the bed. "How about I suck your dick here rather than going any further? Bet it'd be funner."

"There's also the risk that it's cursed somehow."

"Yeah, that evil genius cursed the bed she brings all the hot studs to," Pichi said, rolling her eyes. "Check it over, Eshenesra."

"It's very difficult to distinguish curses from blessings," Eshenesra said, but she did touch it and hum. "There's a bit of magic, but not much... it's probably just enough to counteract natural wear-and-tear. Maybe a bit more. But I don't think it could have much effect on a person unless they slept on it for days or weeks..."

"And we definitely aren't gonna be sleeping on it," Pichi told me, a sly grin on her lips. I just shook my head, standing up. "I can't believe you'd rather get killed by an eight-armed robot swordsman than get your dick sucked by me."

"I've had my dick sucked by you before. When do you think the last time somebody was killed by that 'robot swordsman' was?" I asked, smiling.

"Completely insane," Pichi huffed, hopping off the bed herself, knowing it was fruitless to argue with me. For me, though, what I was really interested in was what came after the swordsman. Namely, the reading room. Akamarina had only briefly rushed through it, so it was hard to guess at its contents, but if there were any substantial number of books, written by somebody from a previous age... well, actually, I would probably be unable to read them, given they'd probably be written in a language I didn't speak. Still, there was certainly the strong possibility of finding a way to read them later.

The ebony wood swordsman himself certainly cut a striking figure, with ball-and-socket joints and eight swords, and Akamarina got cut into neat quarters the second she got within melee range of the thing. The face was a simple plain block of wood in an inverted teardrop shape very vaguely reminiscent of a human head, but it still swiveled as it turned its attention to us.

I, of course, blasted it pretty much immediately, hitting it in the shoulder and sending two of its arms flying off into the air. A quick glance showed they were inert, as I charged up another shot, Eshenesra hurriedly chanting. Jutaana was bouncing on her feet, bright blue eyes practically glowing with interest as the thing took a step towards us.

Of course, it stopped at that point, because Akamarina clambered up its back and just shoved her fingers into the thing's neck joints, water bubbling and frothing up from the holes with the obvious intent of damaging it. It spun around, neatly bisecting her - well, trisecting her, since it cut with two blades at once, and she fell down to the ground in a wet puddle for a moment before reforming, that little bit extra less large. She wrapped herself around its leg - and then Eshenesra fired, a brilliant bolt of flame bursting forth from her hand. It hit the creature in the chest, setting the whole thing almost instantly alight, and it spun and danced about, stopping, dropping, and rolling - but my cannon hit it a second time before it could do much more than that, managing to hit the waist joint, which kept it from rolling, or even really moving much beyond spastically flailing its swords about.

It fell inert soon thereafter, though not before the heat and slashes made Akamarina lose enough water to disincorporate altogether, leaving only a puddle of water. Pichi looked at it with a long sigh, then at me, then back at the puddle. "I should get three hours of dicksucking time for this," she muttered, before summoning back Akamarina, visibly sagging. I gently hefted her up, carrying her on my shoulders.

"I do appreciate your hard work, and I promise you can blow me all you want tonight and tomorrow morning."

She really was tuckered out by the summonings, it seemed like, because all the noise she made in response was a vague groan of approval. She just flopped into me, her big tits mushing into the back of my head as she rested on my shoulders.

The next floor up was, fortunately, empty of any further monsters, because I was definitely beginning to feel as if our resources were being strained. There was a single neat bookshelf with just two shelves there, and I contemplated it as I sat Pichi down on the one chair in the room.

If it was trapped like the vases were, then obviously I should have Akamarina pull the books off - but if it wasn't, then she'd probably damage them, being that she was made of water. I contemplated them for quite a while, before deciding to take a book off the shelf - the one that seemed the most likely for somebody to pick off at random, a slightly-larger red book - and laid it down atop the bookshelf. My blade arm flicked open, and I stepped back before gingerly opening the book with it. No response; I manage to flip through a few random spots, and still got no response. "Akamarina, visually inspect the book without touching it or looming over it," I told her, and she stepped forward to do so.

"It has characters on it," Akamarina said. "I can't read any of them," she added. "Nothing is happening to me."

I considered having Jutaana go first, especially given the way she was nervously bouncing from foot to foot, but despite being my slaves, I didn't consider Jutaana, Pichi, Eshenesra or Azanaga to be meat that I could put in front of myself to die. Jutaana was on the front lines because she was a melee fighter, even more than myself, not because her life wasn't worth as much.

So, I stepped forward to the book, flipping through its pages myself, looking down and waiting for some fel magic to overtake me.

Nothing happened.

I contemplated the book. If it didn't have a trap that activated when you looked at it, it would either be activated when you read it (as in, comprehended the text), or activated when you left the tower...

The levels above us were also full of probably even worse monsters. I took the book and tossed it in a bag, before handing the bag off to Akamarina to carry. "We're heading back down," I said.

"Ah! We are being done? Does that mean I can be getting bred again, husband mine?" Jutaana's voice was almost sing-songy with delight.

"If anybody gets sex when we get down, it's poor Peaches here," I said, hefting her up onto my shoulders. She let out another mumbled noise of happiness.

"Ugh... but I'm too tired... and don't offer to do the work," Pichi whined.

We made our way back down to the ground floor, without much of anything happening. Once we arrived down there - finding Voasary pacing - I put handed Pichi over to Jutaana, who carried her in a very cute bridal carry, before taking the book bag back from Akamarina and hurling it right out the front door.

It landed unceremoniously on the dirt. "What are you throwing out here?" Azanaga asked. "Husband. This is just like when you kick your boots down the stairs and leave them lying around, for me, your doting darling wife, to clean up. Except now I'm wondering if it will explode."

Whips approached the thrown object with rather less concern than Azanaga, which was perfectly fine with me. If it blew up in her face, then she'd be both the best capable of taking it, and I was pretty sure she'd be sent back to Hell (which, I gathered from Voasary, was a place demons liked), rather than killed. "Oh, a book," Whips said, opening the bag and removing the text, flipping through it. She giggled as she read it. "Oh my, Hob!" She turned around on me, smiling a catlike grin. "Do you know what this is?"

"No," I admitted. "What is it?"

"It's smut."

"It... is smut?"

"Yes. Oh, this one, I think I might actually have heard of it, I'd have thought it was long out of print... but the subject is, mm, you know. Princess gets forced into a love affair with a hot stud bandit who kidnaps her and holds her for ransom, but does she really want it or not, but she goes along with it because she totally does... pretty standard plot. Written for the ladyfolk, so it'd make a good gift for one of your wives!"

"I'm really dubious any of them can read it."

"Oh, true!" Whips smiled at that. "Then can I have it? A bit of smut from centuries ago... it really is the perfect gift for a succubus like me."

"It might have value as resale, and I don't know if you're lying about its contents."

"Mm, true," Whips admitted. She sighed. "Should I return the book to your husband, now that he has used me to test if it's safe?"

"Say yes, Azanaga," I said, before Azanaga could respond.

Azanaga sighed. "Yes."

"Aww. You just do whatever he says, hm? I don't know why you're so opposed to submissive play like that."

"I explained it to you already," Azanaga said with a huff, as Whips approached me, handing the book back. "Maybe for you ythraul it's not like that, but our relationship exists outside sex, and if I go around just doing whatever gets him off twenty-four seven, then I might as well just aaaa..." She trailed off for a moment, much the same as when Jutaana misspoke and started to say Master. "I might as well just be his fucking slave."

"But dear, he doesn't really like the raceplay that much, that's why he doesn't do it with the other wives," Whips said, which made Azanaga just shut her eyes as if to pretend that she wasn't saying that. "He does it for you, it's your special thing together, because you like it. There's no reason to hide out of some strange- hm!" She spun round on me. "Hob! Azanaga says she wants only lovey-dovey missionary sex from now on! She thinks all the race play and degradation are hurtful and she doesn't enjoy them one bit, that's why she doesn't come that much with you."

"I'm pretty sure she didn't say... any of that."

"Suppose she did. How would you respond? Would you still love her just as much? Would you still fuck her just as much?"

"Yes."

"See?" Whips said, spinning back around on Azanaga. "You have all these ideas that are ruining your marriage! You need to just enjoy yourself and enjoy doing things with your husband! It's not a sin if you're married, you know? Well, almost never a sin..." She hummed. "Certainly, if you're married and doing a sex act because both partners are reasonably into it as a loving compromise between their mutual desires. Now, if he was like, blech, it makes me puke just to think about saying things like that about Nyzhraga... maybe that would be a sin to make him say. But that's not the situation so just enjoy yourself."

"Please stop giving me your horrid sex advice," Azanaga said. "You clearly don't understand anything."

"I am a succubus. I have forgotten more about sex than you'll ever know."

"You must have forgotten so much that you don't know anything."

"Right, actually," I said, making Whips turn around to face me. "Peaches here-" Whips actually wore an expression that said cute! when I called her peaches, "-wants to give me a blowjob, but she's super fucking tired from having to resummon Akamarina multiple times. Any advice?"

"There are throatfucks-"

"She likes to be in the active position, she already said she didn't want to just lie back."

"Why do you fuck her so nicely?" Azanaga half-sneered.

"I do the thing you asked for," I snapped back at Azanaga. It was starting to get tedious. "If you did not approach me and say, please Hob, fuck my throat while verbally degrading me, then we probably wouldn't even be fucking at all!"

"My! Yikes!" Whips said, pausing. "See, I think that Hob has a bit more feminine libido than most men," she explained to Azanaga, who looked about ready to have her eyes roll back out of her skull. "Yes, yes. See, women often have a reactive libido, where their arousal climbs in response to expressions of interest, while men tend to have an active libido, where their arousal climbs in response to... well, any sexual stimulation at all! I think that our dear Hob pretty much only fucks women because they say they want to fuck him, you see. So when you act all huffy and puffy about the sex you want, just because of all these silly egoist ideas you have-"

"Whips," I interrupted, and Whips turned round to me. "Please stop lecturing Azanaga about marital advice. She just wants to fuck and not think about it in any depth, and that's fine with me."

"Ah! I'm happy my niece has such a nice husband," Whips said. "Bit strange for a man like yourself to have four wives, especially since they're of different races so it can't be political..."

"Strange circumstances," was my response. "Advice for Peaches?"

"Mm. Wait until she has more energy?" Whips suggested with a shrug. "I don't think you can go back into the tower until she does, anyway."

"You're probably right," I agreed. "Azanaga. Why don't you get started on setting us up camp?"

"Oh... yes, husband," Azanaga said, her voice cold as ice. "I'll get right on that."

Whips immediately started chatting with Azanaga about how she should be nicer to me, even if she didn't want to expand the sex play outside of the bedroom... Azanaga tolerated it, mostly because Whips helped with the setting up of the camp itself. It was easier than the last time, too, since she could cannibalize the camp of the people who had been there previously.

* * *

Pichi had mostly recovered by the time night fell, though she was quite clear about the fact that she wasn't recovered enough to go back into the tower. I couldn't say for sure if she was lying - and a slave crest couldn't really prevent lying - but I was fine with taking a brief break before returning to the tower. (I had fucked Jutaana again, since she was still unusually horny and energetic from the tower's curse.)

"It's time," Pichi declared. She sounded almost tipsy as she spoke, which did make me consider it quite likely she was being sincere about needing more rest. "Time for me to suck your cock," she continued, reaching down for my pants, fishing my dick out in short order.

She just swallowed my whole length in a single swift stroke, mashing her nose right into my pelvis. I let out a groan, one hand reaching for the back of her head, running through her hair. She hummed pleasantly around my dick in response, softly vibrating my cock in her throat, and the look she gave me managed to radiate pure smugness even as she remained latched onto the base of my cock.

For a time, she just held herself down there, softly swishing her head from side to side, her tongue dancing and sashaying on the underside of my cock. She hummed and twisted, and her tits intermittently smacked at my thighs, the obscenely large things feeling truly delectable as they rubbed me like that. Then she finally peeled up and off, a wet pop escaping her mouth as my cock left it. It was spit-slick as it loomed in front of her face, and she just casually grinned, softly running her hands over it. "Nice and hard," she said, licking her lips. "Do you want it to go back in my mouth, Hob?"

"Yes, very much so," I told her.

"Well, since we're married, I guess I have no choice," she replied, leaning forward, wrapping her lips around the very tip, sucking on it noisily. Her cheeks just hollowed as she treated my cock like a straw, and I let out a soft grunt. I resisted the urge to grab her head and start fucking her face, letting her maintain the position of control, and instead reached down for her breasts, slipping under her top to caress the huge things in either hand. She softly shivered in response to the cool feel of my hands against her bosom, but didn't resist, even shifting her body slightly, pushing her tits into my hands as she suckled on the tip of my cock.

Her tongue intermittently flicked against the very slit of my cock, either tasting precum or else trying to encourage more of it. Her eyes fluttered as she grinned up at me, twisting her head slightly from side to side, which also pleasantly rubbed her boobs against my hands. She wetly smacked her lips, and eventually started to slide down my cock once more, her tongue running side to side.

She was an experienced enough fellatrix that my cock easily slipped into her throat, just smoothly getting worked over, and I let out another groan of appreciation. "That's great, fuck," I breathed out, knowing that was exactly the sort of thing that Pichi wanted to hear. She slurped wetly around my cock as she made her way to the base, intermittently swallowing to add to my pleasure. "Ah, Peaches, your throat's so good - no, it's you that's so good," I corrected. "You really know your way around a cock."

She slid back up and off at that point, idly stroking me as I continued to caress her tits, a smile on her lips. "I think I like it when you call me 'Peaches.' Bet you like my peaches too, hm, stud?" She teased, jiggling her tits into my hands and making my cock throb. "I want to hear you beg," she said, licking her lips. "Say how much you want your cock to not just get jerked off, but to run down this sweet little throat."

"I want you to suck my cock properly," I told her. "I want to feel it slip right down your throat. I want you to bob up and down, to suck it, to lick it, to noisily moan around it because you're enjoying yourself so much. I want to lock eyes with you, you staring up at me, telling me that I should be thankful you suck cock so good and love it so much." She hummed at that, almost preening - then slurped my dick back down, beginning to bounce her head up and down my length, my cock vanishing in and out of her mouth as she bobbed away. Her tits wriggled in my grasp, the look of her cleavage all the more enticing for the frantic way she was sucking my cock.

With how active she was, some drool started to slip out of her mouth, dribbling down her chin onto her tits or the ground beneath us. "That's great, Peaches," I told her, smiling warmly down at her as she sucked me off. "You're the best cocksucker I've ever had. Part of the reason Jutaana almost never sucks my cock is that if I want a blowjob, I have you for that, and you're much better at it," I said, making Pichi hum affirmatively around my length, nodding rapidly in response to those words. "I guess it's natural, since you're so experienced at sucking cock."

Pichi popped off my dick at that point again, a hot pant escaping her throat, making it clear she was deeply aroused at the moment. "What about Azanaga? How's her cocksucking hold up?" She was obviously intensely aroused from the words, and I continued to caress her breasts at that point.

If anything had held me back from being too harsh on Jutaana's cocksucking skills - well, it didn't exist for Azanaga, given that the demon woman made it pretty clear that our sexual relationship wasn't representative of any emotional intimacy. "Azanaga is pretty much just a hole I fuck, when I get a blowjob from her." Pichi actually giggled at that, stroking me all the harder. "She just gets in position and waits for it. She doesn't know what she's doing when she's given a cock. Her, mm, previous sex partners, clearly just treated her like a jerkoff aid. Not you, though," I said - and let out a groan as Pichi slurped my whole cock up, bouncing away, tongue going crazy on the underside of my cock. "With you, it's, nn, obvious that you learned with... with trying to make your previous partners feel good... that you understand how to suck a cock, because you think about how to make the man feel good with your mouth."

From a combination of that and the soft caress of my hands on her breasts, Pichi actually came, letting out a long, lewd moan around my dick, her cheeks flush, her nipples hard, her eyelashes fluttering as she wound up just slamming herself down my cock to quietly suck and lick and jerk around my dick. Choked noises of pleasure served to intensify my own sexual arousal and delight, but I didn't come at that point, in part because I'd fucked Jutaana so much earlier in the day.

Pichi slid up and off my cock once she was done coming, panting for breath and idly wiping her chin as she looked up at me, eyes smoldering. "Did you come?" I shook my head, not wanting to lie. "Mm... maybe I'm not such a good cocksucker, if I come before the guy, and without him, too," she said, frowning.

"You are a great cocksucker. Blowjobs are about more than just getting a quick nut," I reassured her, one hand leaving her breast to pat her head. "Now get back to sucking, Peaches," I told her, and she let out a small laugh at that as I directed her back down onto my cock.

Unlike the previous fellatio, though, there was now a small amount of wounded pride in Pichi's actions - so she started to just pound her head up and down my dick, her lips smacking, her head bobbing up and down, my cock vanishing into her throat over and over again. Hot, wet slurps had my dick furiously twitching as she moved like a wild woman, twisting her head, licking, just pounding her mouth up and down. Her hands gripped my thighs as she facefucked herself on my cock, and the look up at me wasn't quite so much one of pride as raw determination, demanding I come down her throat.

Even with Jutaana having worked over my cock quite a lot, it didn't take too much longer for me to come in her mouth, and Pichi hurriedly slurped up to the tip, jacking me off furiously into her mouth, humming and making needy little noises, demanding my cum without words. When I was finished coming, she let my cock just bounce free and soften a bit, speaking up. "I'm still the best at sucking cock, aren't I?"

"Absolutely, Peaches," I said, idly petting her as my cock remained in the open air. "I definitely love your blowjobs. Those and your tits and your magic are your top three charm points."

"Hopefully not in that order," Pichi said, letting out a small giggle. She licked her lips again. "I hope you don't think I'm going to let you stop with just one blowjob," she noted, gaze going to my half-erect cock. She leaned forward, though not to suck it into her mouth, instead just rubbing it into the cleavage of her obscenely large tits. "You dragged me all the way down to some place nobody in the North's ever heard of," she said. "Forced me to climb a dangerous tower full of monsters and traps," she said, just rubbing her tits into my dick softly. Not a titfuck, just a caress of those gorgeous fuckpillows. "You owe it to me to get hard again."

I did get hard, though more because of those breasts of hers than because of her reminder of my marital duties. Once I was nice and hard, she leaned in, wrapped her lips around my cockhead, and got back to sucking me off.

I made sure not to restrain a single noise of pleasure on my part, and she got me off six more times over the next couple hours, with the longest break between blowjobs being maybe two or three minutes. She really could drag them out, and (when she hadn't come herself) really liked to.

Next Chapter

Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Bonus Chapter: Mira Works Hard To Please Roger
Previous Chapter
Mira sat on the couch, leaning back, legs crossed, and spoke aloud her thoughts. "What would be a fun thing to do with Roger, that I can only do, because I know about his thing?"

"You're not the only one who knows," Tsuru said mildly from next to her.

"Yes, well, I'm the only one who isn't a teenage girl or an obnoxious boor."

"Gah!" Tsuru said, feigning falling backwards on the couch. "You're hurting my feelings, sweetheart."

"Oh? You're not nineteen?" Tsuru snorted at that. "I'm serious, though. This whole time, I haven't been playing the sort of role he'd like, because I was unaware of these differences. I am a very caring lover, you know? I want to make my partner feel good."

"Mhm," Tsuru noted, idly flicking her hair. "You know, I'm your girlfriend, he's just a slut you fuck."

"Oh, you fuck him too, and you- nngod!" Why was she even getting involved in this stupid argument when she knew damn well Tsuru didn't actually care about it? "Stop distracting me with your senseless whining, woman!"

"Sorry, sorry," Tsuru said, leaning in and giving Mira a kiss on the neck. "Hmm. Well, what are things women love the idea of, but men hate?"

"I do recall reading a survey which said men were much, much less interested in enjoying pornography during sex than women are. I had figured it would be like anal sex, perhaps a twenty percent approval rating among men? But no, it was seven percent. Given the experience with the VR headset... I'd rate it as highly likely he'd enjoy porn during sex."

"Especially given you'd be out of the way, sucking his cock," Tsuru noted. "He does like blowjobs, in case you didn't notice." She hummed for a moment thoughtfully. "He likes big tits, too."

"Yes, well-" Mira paused. She was about to say that given her position in life, she couldn't exactly go about getting bolt-ons now. But... actually, she didn't need surgery to get bigger breasts. "That's a good idea. Hm." She squinted for a moment in thought. "How does he feel about having his cock size changed? There's a lot of big tit porn, for, you know, the ego thing... if he enjoyed having an extra-big cock for a day, I certainly wouldn't mind handling it..."

"You're cute when you're thinking," Tsuru said, obviously thirsty for some touching. Mira idly pushed at Tsuru's face, making her let out a whine. "Oh, alright. I suppose that I should help you satisfy the sluttiest man on the planet, because I'm such a great girlfriend."

"Thank you," Mira said, succinctly.

* * *

I was seated at my desk, glancing at the clock - there were just ten minutes left on the work day, and nothing really to do but look at more cat pictures - when the door to my office opened. "Alo, Roger," Mira said, a smile on her lips. She shut the door behind her, humming faintly as she met Xico's gaze - and Xico promptly turned scarlet. "I was wondering... do you ever fantasize about having a huge cock?" She asked.

"It isn't my most common fantasy by any means, but sometimes, sure," I told her.

She let out a small laugh of relief. "Whew. Was worried for a second that the question was inappropriate. Ordinarily, you ask a guy a question like that, and you're going to have something thrown at your head," she explained, a vivacious smile on her lips. "I imagine it'd be like asking a girl if she'd like to buy some bolt-ons back in your world, but I can't say for sure." I nodded in understanding - I could definitely see that getting something thrown at your head, at least with most women. "Right." She clapped her hands together. "Just checking on that. I was hoping to treat you to a very pleasant evening, to make up for lost time, and make clear the importance of honesty in any relationship, even that of sex friends. I am racking my brain for all the things a man from your world might enjoy during sex that a man from this one wouldn't. Would you care to see the end results?"

"Sure. Is it going to be a giant orgy?"

Mira let out a small laugh at that. "Considered, but rejected. It will just be you, and me. I have pride as a lover to repair, and just arranging a giant sex party hardly does that. Besides," she said, tucking her hair behind her ear, "if you were the kind of man who only cared about being swarmed by hot bodies, you'd probably have gotten married to Nora by now. Lord knows she'd pounce on that, with her sex drive being what it is. Anyway. See you after work," she said, giving a small nod of the head.

Shortly after she left, Priscilla came into the office, being rather less sure than Mira about inquiries into my cock size. Fortunately, there was Xico to mediate, and soon enough my cock became a full foot in length, at least while erect (otherwise, it would've been pretty hard to leave the office), and I set out to enjoy Mira's planned evening.

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Mira was wearing a long, knee length coat when I entered her home, and she watched me close the door behind me. "Now, women are generally ready for sex the moment the fellow drops trousers," she said, "but I also wanted to go that extra mile, so..." She undid the button on the front of the coat, and shrugged it off, revealing two things.

Firstly, she had her tits pumped way up in size, from a modest C to ones that could outdo Kate or Tsuru's by a cup or two. Secondly, that she had gotten underwear that was clearly designed by somebody whose interpretation of the concept was creative and meant to be visually appealing rather than practical. Heart-shaped holes in the bra, and a similarly shaped slit in the panties, combined with a vivid red color and lacy production that hinted at the bare skin below - well, I was no longer able to walk comfortably due to the truly absurdly-huge hard-on I was wearing, large enough to make me wonder if Priscilla had actually made it a foot or perhaps had underestimated so it was actually even longer than that.

"Yes," Mira said, with a little fist pump. "See? This is the advantage of honesty, Roger. The woman can cater to your every fantasy."

"And apparently when her name is Mira Stone, she very much wants to," I said.

She let out a soft laugh at that, reaching out to take my hand. "Come along then... lover boy," she decided, pulling me into her living room, in front of a very large television screen. "Let Mira Stone do what she so very dearly wants to," she declared, putting me down on the couch - and surprising me by sitting next to me, rather than kneeling in front of me like I'd honestly been expecting.

She popped the button on my pants, unzipping them one-handed and without even sparing a second glance, but reached over for the remote control. "Now, I wasn't entirely certain what you liked, but I do have some intuitions about this sort of thing. For one, most porn is made for a female audience," she explained, clicking open a menu on the television screen. "But there is some porn for men. I did a good bit of sleuthing to find what was simultaneously highly rated, for male consumption, and likely to appeal to you. We can watch samples of each," she said, as she successfully fished out my cock, not sparing a second glance despite her obscene outfit and the fact that she was starting to jerk me off, "or just judge by titles."

I let out a faint gasp as her thumb brushed along the ridge of my cock, stimulating me in an intensely pleasant fashion. But I managed to regain focus on the television screen, currently displaying a menu containing four different porn titles. Each title rotated between a handful of screenshots, and I just studied them for a good while, with Mira finally turning her gaze away from the TV back to me, a sly smile on her lips.

Marital Delights looked rather like something you'd see from the most vanilla sort of porn: lovey-dovey married sex. The wife gave the husband a couple blowjobs, got fucked around the house, and that sort of thing. Certainly enticing, especially considering that the gal in question was quite beautiful, but my gaze flicked to the next anyway.

Anonymous Trips to Heaven was about a man going to a club and getting fucked in the bathroom by a sequence of implausibly hot women, all of whom seemed to be fawning over him, by the screenshots they selected to advertise it. There were four actresses that I counted, but guessing by the length of the video, each one couldn't have had more than thirty minutes or so of sex dedicated to her.

Girl Gangsters had a similar many-on-one theming, but it was all at the same time. The girls wore outfits that made them look like low-class criminals, albeit implausibly attractive ones with nice fake tits. The tats common among porn performers probably worked better for that scenario than the others, and they just attacked the man, working together to suck and fuck him.

Apollo Pills: Home Sweet Home seemed to be mind control themed, and also probably incest by my best guess. Three 'targets': two older women and a younger one, probably aunt/mother/sister, all with the word 'step-' added to the front for plausible deniability, who seemed to be added to an expanding act of group sex as each one stumbled upon the previous. It was definitely mascdom, judging by some of what I saw, in contrast to the more femdom angle of Girl Gangsters.

"Fuck it," I said. "Hand me the remote," I ordered her, earning a playful laugh as she handed me the remote. She didn't wait for me to pick, instead leaning down over my cock, sucking the very tip into her mouth, licking at it, flicking her tongue along. I let out a little pant of pleasure at that, especially since she was also jacking me off at the same time. I considered the four videos... then decided to just start with Marital Delights.

I don't know, maybe Nora was rubbing off on me.

Mira responded by humming softly around my cockhead, her lips faintly smacking it, while on screen I skimmed past the 'welcome home, honey,' bit to the part where the sex actually started. On screen, the wife descended to her knees, fishing out her husband's cock and starting to suck it, pausing in between licks and sucks to tell him how much she loved him. "I love you so much, darling. I just love, love, love, your cock," she said, kissing all over it.

Mira was watching out of the corner of her eyes - but she began to slide down my length anyway, making me just groan as she moved to slowly but surely deepthroat me, my leg kicking at the air as my cock twisted around to slip into her throat, my brain briefly frying from the raw pleasure, my cock furiously pulsing and threatening to explode outright even though barely anything had happened, either on screen or in reality.

Mira hummed around my dick as it rested in her throat, even as the woman on screen kept giving doting little kisses to the cock in question. I started to skim forward at that point, shifting past the blowjob - which appeared to not involve a whole lot of actual deepthroating, just jacking off and kissing and suckling, like they wanted to show off the dick or something - to the actual babymaking marital sex, where the gal was on her back and telling her husband how happy she was, how much she loved his cock...

Mira shifted around at that point, keeping my cock in her throat as she easily slid down to kneel before me, distracting me from the video by the show she made. I did notice, at that point, that her ass was definitely improved in addition to her tits, rounder and curvier than normal, and my dick pulsed in response. She noticed, and even managed to guess what had enticed me that way, planting one hand on either of my thighs and shifting her whole body to raise her ass up, sitting in the most awkward position possible to deepthroat me while porn played behind her.

I skimmed forward, wanting something a tad more extreme to distract from the extremely sexy view Mira was giving me - curved ass cheeks pointing up at the air, tits hanging down low, lips distended to hold my cock in her throat. Sadly, however, the scene didn't even include a doggy style scene. "Do any of these have doggy style? That extra-nice ass of yours today has me wanting to look at it."

Mira slid her lips up my cock at that point, the whole thing bouncing as it escaped her throat. "Anonymous Trips' third girl gets fucked from behind, Gangsters has a scene where the guy fucks the girl doggy, fingers two others, while the fourth whispers dirty talk in his ear, and Apollo Pills has the mom get it doggy style on her marital bed."

"Which is roughest?" I asked, and Mira hummed at that, twisting her body forward to wrap her tits - still contained in that obscene, lacy bra - around my cock. It was thoroughly lubed up, but she still drooled down into it.

"Roughest meaning the most force?" Mira asked, as she started to give me a titfuck in that position. I nodded in response. Her new tits felt so nice around my cock that I suspected Priscilla might have made me extra sensitive - or maybe she made Mira's tits extra-pleasant to have wrapped around your dick somehow. "I think it's Gangsters. The fourth girl in Trips gets assfucked from behind pretty rough, but it's not doggy - she's pinned against the stall wall. But if you mean the meanest, you little sadist," she said, a playful curl to her lips, "it's definitely Apollo Pills."

"Damn," I breathed out. "You have no idea how hot it is that you watched all four of those just for me," I told her.

She let out a little laugh at that, jiggling her tits around my cock in the process. "I have a little idea. I am a genius, you know. But, I had to watch more than four. Don't worry; I used transcription software and fast forward to save on time," she told me, leaning down to kiss the tip of my cock where it popped out from between her breasts - then starting to suckle on it.

With how enormous I was at that point, it wasn't hard for her to manage as much, quietly sucking on the tip, her pursed lips wrapped taut around it. It looked incredibly enticing, and I just stared down at the show, pumping my hips up, my cock rubbing against her palate on each thrust, easily bouncing out of her large tits. I flipped back to the menu screen and took a long moment - during which Mira just about mauled her tits into my cock, sucking all the harder around the tip of my cock as she worked me over - before settling on the Gangsters video, fast-forwarding to the scene Mira had described.

It was definitely hot - and all the hotter because I was enjoying it with Mira, her lips softly smacking around the tip of my cock, which throbbed furiously in her mouth. Her nipples were hard, and quite exposed, given the lewd bra she was wearing, and it was an absolutely gorgeous sight. Her body shifted at that point, raising her ass up and up into the air, doing her best to keep her tits on my cock, until I had a pretty good angle. By the way her body wobbled in place, it was a hard position to stay in, but that just made it even sexier to see her trying so damn hard.

I decided to let her off easy, grabbing the back of her head and forcing her all the way down my cock, unceremoniously ending the titfuck and letting her use her hands for balance. On screen, the 'Gangsters' were bouncing their asses for the guy, while the one who wasn't getting fucked or fingered was whispering in his ear. "You're going to be used as a fuckdoll by the four of us, puto. You're going to get used by us as our personal fuck machine." She kept going on in that vein, while Mira's diligent tongue slid all over my cock, her head twisting faintly from side to side to get that extra little bit of my extra-long dick, her throat quietly swallowing around it.

I just leaned back in pleasure, enjoying the moment, and the show - both the porno, and the beautiful billionaire currently raising a particularly curvy ass into the air for display purposes. I released my grip on the back of Mira's head and just relaxed, going so far as to close my eyes for a few long seconds and listen to the wet sounds of Mira sucking my cock, and the woman on the television discuss in intimate detail how I was going to have to fuck her and her friends for good.

Then I opened them again, finding to my distaste that Gangsters had started to move on from that position to a new one, at which point I flicked back to the menu, hurriedly seeking out the 'fucking up against the bathroom stall wall' scene that Mira had mentioned. It was definitely a sexy scene, a gorgeous young Japanese woman with long hair with her cheeks flushing as she got raised from behind, pretty much pinned in place as she gasped and squirmed, glancing over her shoulder intermittently with a 'fuck me' look in her eyes that had my cock throbbing in Mira's mouth.

Mira slid off at that point, a wet pop accompanying the movement, shifting to kneel and titfuck me again as she caught her breath. "Enjoying yourself?" She teased, humming faintly as my cock twitched in her breasts.

"Yes, very much, thank you, Mira," I told her.

She licked her lips at that point, leaning forward to start suckling on my cockhead again, pumping her tits up and down my length all the harder. On screen, the gorgeous Asian girl moaned like crazy on the man's cock. "Oh, you're the best, oh, I don't normally even like anal, but it's so good, your cock's so good!" She came at that point, or at least pretended to, and it had my cock furiously pulsing in between Mira's breasts, watching the show as she kept titfucking me.

"Your cock is pretty good," Mira said, with a hum. "Though I suppose right now that's more a compliment to Priscilla than you," she noted, giving me a quick peck on the tip. "Should I make you come nice and fast, or do you want to drag this out, Roger? That's one that I can't imagine is quite the same in your world as in this one."

"It's not," I agreed, pushing my tongue against my cheek. "Just keep doing like you're doing," I told her, and she nodded, pumping her tits on my cock up and down, the large voluminous things squeezing all the tighter on my cock, the bra continuing to highlight her perky nipples as she worked me over. Her eyes looked up at me, a smile on her lips, as she pumped me up and down - and occasionally, my gaze would go up to the screen, as that girl just kept on fucking coming. I almost couldn't believe she was acting, because it was just so much. Maybe she was a quickshot?

Either way, the scene soon ended with the guy just nutting in the girl's ass, and it was quite tempting to come myself - especially given Mira's hard work with her tits on my spit-slick cock. Instead, though, I spoke up. "Could you give me a loving blowjob? Mm. You like watching porn?" I asked her, unsure for just a second.

She let out a small laugh at that. "I do. I think I know the position you're suggesting," she said, clambering back up onto the couch, getting on her hands and knees to my side, and leaning forward to start suckling on the tip of my cock, brushing her hair behind her ear in order to watch the screen out of the corner of her eyes. I switched videos over to Apollo Pills, and she popped off for just a second. "The scene you're looking for is the one where the gal with the biggest tits is getting doggy style fucked on the bed," she told me, before leaning down to start sucking on my cockhead again.

I let out a soft groan at the sensation, her lips currently pursed and sucking, her tongue snaking around the very tip of my slit. On screen, the 'mother' figure was speaking. "It's completely natural to cuckold my husband with my son," she said. "Please fuck me and give your stepsister a baby brother. Creampie me with your thick cock." The actor who was playing the man got up behind her, gently pumping back and forth, idly playing with her tits - which of course interested me on Mira's body, too.

I reached for her breasts, groping one in my hand, enjoying the fullness, softness, and sheer size of it. Mira gently bobbed up and down the uppermost part of my cock, her tongue swishing all along my length, her hand working over what of my dick wasn't in her mouth or throat. She was practically jerking me off into her mouth - and then she started to slide forward, having to twist both her body and my cock to allow my sheer length to find its way into her throat. I gasped at the feeling, my length twitching and threatening to erupt. Mira just hummed around my dick, and I twitched faintly in response.

Wet glugging noises escaped her throat, while on-screen the stepmother character gave all sorts of lewd comments to her son. Mira occasionally hummed or nodded in interest or recognition of this line or that, or to my physiological response to them. She was definitely taking an active interest in the film, if for no other reason than to identify exactly what about it was getting me hard, and soon enough she seemed to have reached some conclusion on that matter, because she took the remote from me, flipping back to Marital Delights and hurriedly fast-forwarding to one particular scene.

On screen, the wife character was speaking, while simultaneously giving a titfuck to her husband. "Oh, baby, I love you so much, I want to have your baby, I want you to creampie me. I want to get bred by you. Please, please, let's have a baby together, you want it too, don't you? Oh I love you." Her fingers were pretty much mashing her tits into the cock, recalling my earlier experience getting a titfuck from Mira, intensifying my pleasure. Soon enough, the dirty talk shifted in tone, though. "I love your cock in my tits, it feels so fucking good, oh I'm gonna come baby, I'm gonna come from a titfuck, I love titfucking you, I love it!"

The actress squealed in what was almost certainly a fake orgasm - but it definitely did something for me, exactly as Mira had guessed, because I erupted in her mouth at that point, just spraying hot cum all over the inside. She slid up to the tip and jacked me off furiously into her mouth, humming and slurping and sucking and swallowing noisily while I just came. When I was spent in her mouth, she popped her lips off, showing off her tongue to me, making my dick twitch.

"Right. You're a blowjob lover," she said, with a grin, even as she jerked me off. "A fellatio fan." She licked her lips at that. "Mm. I think I could probably do better on picking out the porn next time. How do you feel about next time? Same ideas? Anything not good?"

"Is this time not done?" I asked her, honestly a bit worried, and she laughed at that.

"As long as these tits are still fat, this time isn't done," she reassured me, leaning up to actually just smack them into my face. My cock twitched in her grasp, and I just shifted my lips around to start sucking on her nipple, making her hum and sigh. "But I'm a hard worker, Roger. I'm a proud woman. Making men come tells me that I'm successful, that I'm capable, that I'm sexy and men want to fuck me. Knowing that all this time, you've been having sex half as good as it could be - well, I have to make up for lost time." She pulled back from my face at that point. "So, before we continue, let me ask again: anything major I should tweak, going forward?"

"No, it's been pretty good so far. Though... how about a seated ride? We can both watch the movie better that way."

Mira let out a laugh at that, glancing back at the television screen. On screen, the woman was getting her tits quite thoroughly pounded. She had a faint look of consternation on her face, and must have noticed me noticing. "Just realized that I should have set this up in the bedroom. Was thinking I should lay my head back so we can both watch it while you titfuck me, but obviously can't do this there, and the televisions aren't all hooked up to each other. But," she said, shifting to present her back to me, moving over my lap, pointing my cock at her slick sex - which, incidentally, was still in those lewd panties - "make sure to grope my tits. Even if they're out of sight, I can tell you like them," she said, before sliding down my length, and I did exactly as directed, groping her breasts in either hand as she bounced on my cock.

We went like that for the next hour or two, with Mira coming up with all sorts of ideas for how to make the situation that little bit sexier or better, and me enjoying every last second of it.

Exploring the Undiscovered Lands with a Slave Harem, Chapter 10: Sweet Jutaana
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Azanaga grit her teeth and glared at me. "Husband," she said, emphasizing the word as hard as she could, "is it really okay to leave me alone with this... woman?" She asked, glancing at Whips, who just smiled pleasantly.

"It will be fine, Azanaga! I'm only interested in meeting my niece," Whips said, acting bright and peppy. "I killed that man for threatening to rape you, you know. I don't want to hurt you even a little bit! You can even be mean! I can see you've got some wrath in you-"

At that, Azanaga surprised seemingly everyone by just spitting on Whips's face, the woman in question cut off by the action as the saliva splattered against her cheek. My arms quickly switched to weapon mode, ready for a fight, as Whips took in what had just happened. One hand reached up for her features, idly swiping away the saliva, as she blinked quite rapidly. Jutaana had dashed forward and managed to interpose herself between Whips and Azanaga by sheer leporagi speed, sword in hand even as she gave Azanaga a shove backwards.

Once Whips had actually processed it, a smile creased her features, and she laughed, a giggling thing, before she managed to calm herself down. "Oho. Mm. You know, when you first spat on my face, Azanaga," she said, her eyes showing no hint of anger to them. "I expected a bit of sexual feeling, like what I got off of Hob... but no! What a pure girl. You spat on my face out of pure spite. Which side of your family did you get that from? Pride? Wrath? Both?"

Jutaana remained placed between Whips and Azanaga, her sword still pointed towards Whips's chest, and the ythraul herself took a step or two back. "When a person is spitting in your face, that is being considered an insult, Whips. You should probably be taking it as a sign they are not wanting to be spending time with you."

Azanaga just glared quietly at Whips. "That's it?" She asked. "I spat on your face and you just took it?"

"Why not?" Whips asked. "It's only spit. I've had worse things on my face, you know," she added, giggling softly at the idea. "Was that a test, by the way? I can hardly taste that sort of thing. Just lust."

"It wasn't a test."

"Ooo, spicy," Whips said, then huffed softly. "You know, we are related. I can smell my people's blood in you."

"You're mistaken. I know all my ancestors were proud Nyzhraga citizens going back four generations."

"Then I guess I'd smell my blood in them, too!" Whips said, a bright smile on her lips. "At least some."

"I don't like you," Azanaga said, her voice dripping with venom. "You're pretending to be related to me, when nothing like you has been north of the torrid zone in the past hundred thousand years. So fuck off, bitch."

Whips did seem somewhat hurt by those words, just pausing for a moment, her expression turning into a frown. "Mm. Mmmm..." She hummed quietly, thoughtfully, at Azanaga's words. "Could it be an ancestor a hundred thousand years removed?"

Azanaga gave her a flat look. "Any gene from a hundred thousand years ago would be completely diluted," she told her, almost sneering the words out.

"Oh, sure," Whips said. "But if you were to have, say, a founder population of a hundred humans and three or four demons or devils, and then that population were to expand over the next hundred thousand years due to physical isolation, like a mountain or a river or an island home, well, the descendants would still be three or four percentage points demon. Other than mutations, I suppose, but I'd imagine such mutations wouldn't alter the demonic component that much."

Azanaga paused at that. It was actually a surprisingly cute look on her face - mouth half-open, just dumbfounded for a moment. She shook her head, regathering her brain power. "I... that..."

"Of course, over such a long period of time, then you'd probably see the fixation of demonic traits. Ordinarily, of course, if that husband of yours were to breed me-" now it was Jutaana's turn to look angry, "-our children would have a weird mix of human and demon traits. Just random chance! But in that situation, whichever traits are most beneficial would tend to win out, and some neutral or maladaptive traits would win out by coincidence..."

Azanaga glared at Whips in silence, pursing her lips. Whips wore an innocent expression, pretending to merely be contemplating the specifics of the relationship. "Fine. Whatever. Maybe we're very, very distantly related, I guess," she said, with a huff.

Whips clapped excitedly, her wings flapping a bit at the air. "Does that mean that we can play at being relatives? Your much older auntie can offer you lots of advice on the demonic lifestyle," she said, with a playful grin.

"I am thinking that I should be staying here to make sure that Whips is not killing Azanaga," Jutaana said, calling the words out to me.

"No, we didn't bring Azanaga along so she could weigh the rest of us down. Whips is clearly trustworthy - she hasn't done anything to suggest otherwise since we met. We can either be suspicious of her forever because she has wings, or accept her sincerity. So come on, Jutaana," I said, with a jerk of my head towards the Tower of Yaj. Jutaana hesitated - then followed. I hadn't actually put the oomph of an order into the command, so she obeyed out of loyalty rather than force. "Whips, if you kill Azanaga, I'll hunt you down for killing my wife."

"Thank you, oh my loving husband," Azanaga said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I understand," Whips said. "I have no such intentions, of course," she added, with a strange faux-curtsy. "Good luck in the tower! If you don't come back," she added, looking at Azanaga, planting one hand on the demon's shoulder, "I promise, I'll take care of your widow."

"If he doesn't come back, then fucking good," Azanaga said.

"Don't bitch about me too much," I said, with the oomph of an order behind it, and Azanaga just rolled her eyes.

"Fun as watching the trouble in paradise," Pichi started, "are we going into the tower or what?"

"Yep," I said. "Jutaana, you and Akamarina will go first," I said, with a small gesture to the door, and Jutaana nodded, sparing only one quick glance back at Whips and Azanaga, wanting to reassure herself that they were alright. Then she dashed in, sword leading her, and Akamarina followed after her.

"It is being clear on first floor, husband," Jutaana called out, sounding almost ecstatic to call me 'husband'. Eshenesra and I followed her in. Pichi and Voasary stood outside.

"Pichi. You're coming with."

"Can't Akamarina handle it?" Pichi asked, fluttering her eyelashes. I just shook my head, and she sighed, shoulders slumping. "I'm not any good in a fight."

"You're small, other than your tits, and you're good with your hands. Come on." Voasary hesitated for a moment - I wasn't in charge of her, after all - and then spared a glance back at Whips before stepping inside.

The bottom floor of the tower was cold stone, arrayed in a small, circular room, a single staircase going upwards. Inside was no signs that it had ever been used for much of anything; all there was, was the staircase to the next story. "The first floor is safe," Akamarina explained, "and it is the second floor on which actual dangers exist. Namely, petite monsters, no taller than your knee, with a human form and a mouth full of shark's teeth. I killed the ones there, but they appeared to form from the walls, so it is entirely possible there will be fresh ones when we arrive. I suppose that biting me might quench a parched throat," she added.

"Right. Jutaana?" Jutaana nodded, one foot on the base of the stairs. I was behind her, both my weapons at the ready, and Akamarina placidly planted herself at her side. When Jutaana moved up, slowly but surely, Akamarina gingerly walked; and when Jutaana dashed forward, Akamarina skipped.

I had to follow them up, and, indeed, it was the case that there were small, fresh monsters there. They looked to be made from old bags, at a glance, leather stitched together in an ugly semblance of human form. Their mouths were full of teeth, each having the same sort of mien as a rusty spoon, and Jutaana cut off one of their heads as it lunged at her, the separated body spilling out fine grains of sand onto the floor. I fired a burst from my cannon at another, while Akamarina placidly stuffed her arm into one of the creature's mouths, staring it dead in the eyes as it slowly bloated up, squirming and trying to escape before it simply collapsed into a massive thick thing, legs and arms bloated beyond the point of use, the leather bursting and mud oozing out from the seams.

They weren't much more dangerous than Dungeon goblins, back in the north. Maybe less, even. It gave me some amount of reassurance, honestly - if this was the opposition, then there wasn't going to be too much difficulty making our way to the top floor. And I wanted to see what was on that top floor. To drive myself all the way up there, and see what even the people of this hemisphere hadn't seen in generations. Once they were all dead, Akamarina spoke up.

"There were no more creatures on the next floor. Just an absurd number of vases. I took no interest in them."

With that, I followed Jutaana up to the next floor, finding there a truly absurd number of simple porcelain vases, arrayed on shelf after shelf. I frowned at the sight of them - surely somebody, before now, would have found them and taken them away? There were only a half-dozen of those weird pygmy leather monsters. They weren't that hard to kill. Maybe if you'd tried stabbing them? No, it didn't make sense... I gingerly reached out for one of the vases, ready for a trap, for it to disintegrate, for something to happen. Nothing did. My fingers brushed against it, and then I shifted my grip, raising it, paying attention to the surface below for any sign of a mechanical effect that might trigger some deadly trap.

Nothing. I hefted it up and off altogether. "Akamarina, look in this vase," I told her.

"You have eyes, can you not see on your own?" Akamarina demanded.

I turned to Pichi. "Pichi, order Akamarina to look in this vase," I said, and Akamarina jerked in annoyance.

"Look in the vase, Akamarina," Pichi said, unable to do otherwise. Akamarina stepped forward, and I lowered the vase towards her - once her face was in front of it, some sort of bizarre creature, looking like a crustacean forged of ceramic rather than keratin. It flew right at her face and went right through her face, Akamarina letting out some bubbled noise of annoyance as her head got splashed around, while the ceramic crab shattered into bits on the floor.

"I guess that answers that," I said, gently returning the vase where it belonged. Akamarina couldn't heal from such harms forever, and I certainly wasn't going to risk there being another face-attacking crab. "This place is..." I took a deep breath, drinking the room in. I wondered if there were monsters in the other vases? Or, really, if they were the same monsters or different ones. "Really interesting, isn't it?"

"You are definitely crazy," Pichi said.

"Pretty much what I was gonna say, only completely instead of definitely," Voasary agreed.

"Eh... intellectual curiosity is hardly a sin..." Eshenesra said uncertainly.

"I am thinking that it is being cute and sexy how brave Mmmy husband is!" Jutaana giggled at that. "Ah, my husband! My manly husband!" She licked her lips in delight, bouncing on her toes. "Oh, I am feeling very good right now! Let us be going up another story and killing the monsters even more."

"It makes sense that she's his favorite, since she's just as crazy as him," Pichi muttered.

"I don't have a favorite, Pichi."

"Mmmy husband is being much too nice for that!" Jutaana said, grinning vivaciously. "I am being ready for next story, mmmy husband!"

"Right. I'm not checking all these vases-"

"Thanks," Akamarina interrupted.

"-so let's head to the next story."

"The next story has a large humanoid monster like an ogre. I drowned it. I cannot say if it will be made anew like the other ones."

We headed up at that point, the arrangement much the same: Akamarina and Jutaana as the vanguard, followed by myself and Eshenesra, followed by Voasary and Pichi. The creature was, in fact, lying on the floor, dead from drowning, a bit of white froth escaping its lips. It was definitely big - probably half again as tall as me, and certainly taller than Jutaana. It looked like it had been stitched together like a flesh golem, though more haphazardly, and somehow wound up bloated in the process. Muscles looked like they'd been fattened with injections, or some similar phenomenon.

"Ahhh... this would have been being very fun to fight, I am thinking, mmmy husband!" Jutaana said.

"When you say, 'mmmy husband,' that's because of the crest, right?" I asked her, wanting to confirm.

"Mhm!"

"Why do you keep making that mistake, then?" I know it didn't hurt to be forced to obey, but it was still confusing.

"Ah, I am just being in a very good mood, mmmy husband," she said, giggling a moment later. "I am being married to my husband, and also killing leather-goblin-things, and soon will be killing other monsters too!" She bounced on her feet. "Can we be going to the next story, mmmy husband?"

"What's up there, Akamarina?"

"Oh, that. That was a lizard with three long-necked heads that breathed fire," Akamarina said. "I dislike fire, so I began to flee upwards at that point - the next few monsters were, mm, some sort of giant crab-man, nothing I noticed on my way through, an eight-armed figure made of ebony wood, each arm having a sword, and then a reading room, and then some sort of... giant, black, thing."

"A giant black thing?"

"I know not how else to describe it. A massive pile of black sludge, perhaps."

"Right. Jutaana, are you ready to go up?"

"Question," Voasary said, with a hand raised, and I paused to look at her. "Akamarina is a water spirit. Doesn't water quench fire?"

Akamarina snorted. "Barbarians may think of it that way, but what happens to the water? It is boiled and evaporates as steam. The water only quenches the fire by drowning. It cannot stop the processes which cause fire breathing, leastwise not quick enough for my taste." She took a feigned breath. "I can assume you intend to lead us up to the next floor regardless?"

"Yes. Same formation as before. Don't run off."

"Don't run off!" Pichi added as an order. "I don't want to get killed by a fire-breathing dragon because you ran off because it's too absurd."

"Tch," was Akamarina's succinct response.

Jutaana moved the fastest I'd ever seen her, when we hit the next floor - she ran right into the wall, landed both feet on it, and leapt off, hitting the three headed lizard from the side, one swift movement of her arm cutting the creature's heads off with a furious movement. One head burst into flame after being decapitated, and then Jutaana landed on her feet, giggling wildly, spinning around. "Ah! Mmmy husband! Did I do good? Did you see that? That was being a very good kill, I am deserving a big breeding session now for it, please and thank you! We should leave the tower so- hm, if we leave the tower, we cannot be killing-! No, there are being those weird animal things! Yes, we can be killing those on the way from the tower to the ship, so you can get your medicines and being breeding me, please and thank you!"

Eshenesra leaned down to Pichi, whispering in the pekina woman's ear. "Is Jutaana normally like this?"

"No, she isn't," I said, a frown on my lips. "It may be something about the tower. Is anyone else feeling strange?"

"Mm? I am feeling very good, husband mine!" Jutaana said, with an incandescantly bright smile.

"I feel like normal, other than the obvious concern about, y'know," Voasary said, with a gesture in Jutaana's direction.

"Nothing here." "I am well." "I feel okay."

I took a moment to seriously contemplate the situation, and Jutaana's mood - and then decided that the fact that whatever it was, was only affecting Jutaana, wasn't really that much of a modifier. Jutaana was both the one I trusted the most, and also our front line fighter, and right now she was acting practically drunk. "We're going back down, and I'll fuck you when we get there, Jutaana," I said.

"Yes! I am happy to be getting bred!" Jutaana declared, bouncing on her feet. "I am being super duper happy, mhm! Husband is going to be fucking me," she said, with a sly lean over towards Eshenesra.

We made our way back down and out, and fortunately, nothing got worse on the way down the tower. It realistically had only been a scant few minutes since our entrance, and Whips and Azanaga both seemed surprised to see our approach. "Oh, did my husband remember how much he loves his wife and worry about her? No need to worry, apparently Whips cares about my well-being more than you do, sweetheart."

"Ah, I do have to note that you may need to reassure Azanaga how much you care about her," Whips said, with an unsure smile. "If not, I think you'll be heading for a divorce, and that's always thorny."

"Ah?!" Jutaana seemed startled out of her horny impulses for a moment at that. "But Azanaga was being very happy last time you were fucking her, which was being last night, yes, Mmmy husband?"

"Jutaana. Azanaga is a brat who can't stop acting like a brat, even though I'm pretty sure I treat her better than her previous husbands."

"None of my previous husbands left me alone with a weird monster from the southern hemisphere just because they got a blowjob from them."

"I did try to explain that I'm pretty sure you were testing me to see if I would try anything," Whips offered.

"I am out here to fuck Jutaana because she is acting funny," I said, reaching over for Jutaana's butt. "I can't have whatever argument this is right now."

"She is acting weird," Voasary offered, by way of support.

"I am getting bred, mhm, mhm! Hob's big hard human breeding cock is going to be getting put inside me!" She said, hand still holding her sword, which in turn was still slick with blood from the lizard head.

"Drop the sword, and let's find a nice spot in the forest, Jutaana." Jutaana's hand hesitated for a moment, her gaze going down to the sword - then she released it, the thing hitting the dirt unceremoniously.

"Okay!" Jutaana said, with a bright smile. "Let's be going and breeding now! You can come and be watching if you want, Azanaga! I can be saying sexy things about how Hob is having sex with me because leporagi are better lovers than demons!"

Whips laughed at that, while Azanaga actually paled, showing a rather shocking degree of shame for a woman who said the sorts of things in bed that she said. "Oh my. Well, I'm glad at least one of your co-wives is so nice to you, Azanaga."

"I think we have a good relationship..." Eshenesra said, while Jutaana just grabbed my wrist and yanked me towards the forest. It took her about two seconds to find a tree that was tall and sturdy enough for her to plant her hands on it, leaning backwards and presenting her hindquarters to me, her gorgeous muscular ass presented and ready for me.

My hands reached out for it, groping it for a moment. "Please be fucking me already, husband!" She bounced up and down a bit, jiggling her ass in place, practically bouncing it into my hands. "You are being so strong and brave and sexy, mhm!" I reached for the waistband of her loincloth, and then peeled it down and over, revealing her sopping wet sex, pink entrance contrasting lewdly with the surrounding, darker skin. My cock throbbed as I saw it, my mouth practically watering from the view, and I simply pulled out my dick, pointing it at her sex, and began to slide inside her. "Mmm! I am lucky woman, being your wife!" She declared with gusto, as I just enjoyed the way my cock slowly but surely vanished inside her.

Once I was fully buried inside her, I took a moment to enjoy the sight of her like that - back half-arched, her breathing a little shallow, her blue eyes softly unfocused as she looked back over her shoulder at me. Her lips were parted beautifully, her expression simultaneously giddy and delirious still, and it was only once she realized that I was just basking in the moment that her expression shifted, getting pouty and annoyed. "Husband mine! Please be fucking me rather than just sticking your cock in, it is being very frustrating and teasing and I am not into being treated badly like Azanaga is being, please and thank you!"

I took a firm grip on her little rabbit tall, grasping the small amount of muscle and bone in there - and then started to pound away, making her squeak excitedly. "Ahm! I am killing things for my husband and then he is fucking me! Mhm! Very romantic! Ah! The only thing that could be making it more romantic would be if my husband's cock was even bigger - ahm!" She squeaked, her cheeks coloring a bit. "No! No, it would be, ahm, if he could be breeding me properly, yes, that is what I am meaning and thinking about, my husband's cock is a fine size because it is his and he is a fine man!"

"Not satisfied with my cock?" I teased her, even as I railed at her pussy. She shook her head rapidly, hair flowing around.

"Ah! I am always being satisfied with my husband's body in every way, it is powerful and sexy!" She declared, looking back at me, even looking concerned about how I felt about her words, eyes big and apologetic. "I am sorry for saying that, I am being a little excited because my husband is fucking me and said thing I did not mean, so please continue fucking me, please and thank you!" I suddenly just hilted inside her, holding myself down, and she paused in excited expectation - and then I just kept myself held inside her, instead of continuing to fuck her. She waited several seconds, then glanced behind her. "Husband mine, did you come inside? I am being wanting to feel your cum!"

"I want you to say, You have the biggest cock I've ever seen."

"Mhm!" Jutaana agreed. "That is being true! You are having the biggest cock I've ever seen!" Her pussy clamped on my cock in anticipation and desire. "So please be getting back to fucking me!"

"If I said, your tits weren't big enough, how would you feel?" I asked her, holding myself in place.

"Very bad, I am very sorry, sorry Mmmy husband! I will be good girl and only say good things, I do not know why I was saying a bad thing like that! Please be fucking me, okay?" Her pussy quietly pulsed around my cock, the pleading note to her gaze growing more intense with every passing moment. My cock pulsed at the sight of her like that, needy and desperate. It was so, so cute and sexy, how fucking much she wanted me - so I started ramming away again. "Thank you! Thank you very much, Mmmy husband!" She squealed in pleasure as I just railed away.

The hand that wasn't gripping her tail slid along her stomach, running up to her breast, casually groping the large thing in my hand. She gasped at the touch, shivering and squirming as I started to tease her body like that, soon finding her nipple, pinching it between my index and middle fingers as I molested her. I was soon groping both her tits with both hands, admiring her sheer size - she was second only to Pichi, in that regard, her great height meaning her tits were extra-large, despite appearing much the same on her frame. "Maybe they are too small."

"Sorry, Mmmy husband!" Her response was instant. "Both sorry for small boobs, and also for making you feel bad earlier! If you are knocking me up, they will probably be going up a size or two, to feed our babies together!" Somehow, that instantly drove her over the edge, her pussy spasming wildly as her eyes peeled back, and I let go of her tits to just reach up for her ear, twisting her head around, admiring her lewd o-face, as I just continued to relentlessly fuck her in that position. I leaned forward, twisting her back, arching it - and soon enough, she managed to find my lips with hers, her moans carrying over into my mouth, my tongue invading it.

When her orgasm ended, her own licking tongue got enthusiastic, her lewd noises growing more intense. She let go of the tree to clasp my head, holding me in the kiss, her other hand reaching for one of my hands, grasping it by the wrist and planting it right on her tit, encouraging me to just <i>maul</i> it. I gripped and squeezed and molested, as we made out like that - and it took hardly any time at all for me to come. She moaned in delight as she felt my cum fill her up, just closing her eyes and relaxing against me, her pussy quietly milking at my cock.

Once she was finished coming, I pulled out, and she panted, leaning into the tree again, wiggling her butt. It wasn't a pant of exhaustion, but desire, her pussy still quite wet. "I am being sorry for saying mean thing, Mmmy husband. Please be continuing to fuck me." I took a deep breath, contemplating her waiting cunt like that. I did want to get back to the tower... but on the other hand, I didn't think that Jutaana's earlier drunkenness had entirely dissipated. She was still quite intoxicated and lusty, after all.

I heard Whips hum in interest, my head whipping around to see her watching the whole scene, one hand on her cheek. All the other girls were also present, watching the scene with some mix of nervousness and interest, either sexual or purely curious. "No, all her sexual predilections are normal, she's just very horny at the moment, and her inhibitions are down," Whips said, at last. "Or. Well, she is horny, but it is the sort of horny where you have lots of ambient energy and want to fuck, rather than the sort that is from lots of foreplay, if you understand."

"So she's just fucking normal?" Azanaga asked.

"She was definitely acting weird in the Tower," Pichi replied.

"Ah!" Jutaana said, as if suddenly aware of the girls' presence now that I'd stopped fucking her. "You can be fucking them after you are finishing with me, Mmmy husband! I am fine with it but I am still being horny and unsatisfied!"

"That's definitely weird," Pichi said. "Normally Jutaana's pretty good about taking turns."

"I am able to be being selfish sometimes! You are just thinking it is okay to say mean things and be selfish because your tits are biggest! Hmf!" Jutaana said, huffing loudly and turning her attention back to me. "Please be getting back to fucking me, husband."

"I'd recommend doing so," Whips said mildly.

I decided to follow the expert's advice. Plus, Jutaana's pussy felt great.

Next Chapter

Exploring the Undiscovered Lands with a Slave Harem, Chapter 9: A Tower
Previous Chapter
Everybody had a hard time going back to sleep, after that close encounter - Jutaana was the one who spent much of the rest of the night on watch, her ears swiveling, but I pretty much didn't fall asleep for the whole rest of the night.

Azanaga was out like a light, though. She didn't even bother asking about who the hell Whips was, before dawn broke the next morning. Once she was up and ready to ask those questions, I explained, as best I could remember, the contents of the conversation. Voasary vouched for my words even as she looked like she was about to pass out on her feet from not sleeping properly.

"So... she thinks I'm a relative of hers?" Azanaga frowned at that. "These ythraul and ynshuen, what are they, exactly?" She asked Voasary.

"When you die-"

"I didn't ask for a religious lecture," Azanaga said. "I mean what are they? The actual ones that I will actually interact with here on Kersh."

"Hell is inside Kersh," Voasary said, making Azanaga wear an annoyed-yet-arrogant look. "They're powerful, magical beings. Their impulses towards vice express themselves differently outside Hell. I've never met one, and what stories I have heard are almost universally regarding Hell."

"Wonders of a religious education..." Azanaga muttered darkly.

"I do think she understood something about you- us," I told her. "I mean, what she said about sex... it sounded right-ish."

"I guess her magical powers helped her out with that," Azanaga said.

I definitely didn't feel like it was quite that simple, but I nodded in reply. "Now it's time to get started packing up the camp," I told her, giving her ass a quick and pointed smack. She just quietly twitched at the ass-smack, more annoyed than anything else, but got to work anyway.

Pichi spoke up then. "Sometimes spirits interbreed with humans. Maybe one of Azanaga's ancestors got knocked up by an ythraul?"

"There hasn't been any contact between the northern and southern hemispheres since the torrid zone formed, two hundred sixty thousand years ago," I told her. "The airship we took in is the only thing dragging anything north south, or vice versa. If her ancestor got knocked up by an ythraul, it'd have to be before that." I paused. "Unless spirits can go north-south? Akamarina?" I prompted.

Pichi made some small movements with her hands, and Akamarina formed, a sudden dryness tangible in the air as she sucked in necessary water from the local humidity. "No spirit could go from north to south," Akamarina said. "Only by mortal assistance could cover such a great distance, and mortals cannot pass those lands."

"Ythraul and ynshuen can be summoned by a sorcerer," Voasary offered. "I've heard they'recalled from the ground, and that they can be summoned anywhere."

"There definitely aren't any rituals to summon them back north," Pichi said. She paused for a moment, looking at Eshenesra. "Are there?"

"Eh? Ahm, no... not that I am aware of, and I imagine I would be aware of such things," Eshenesra said.

"Huh." That was definitely strange. There were five known previous civilizations in the northern hemisphere, though. Each collapsed in turn, leaving the world descending back into a state of barbarism. Probably one of them figured out such a spell, and that's where Azanaga got her ythraul and/or ynshuen great-grandma. That would have been thousands of years ago - if not tens of thousands of years ago - but I guess Whips could have had a good nose for it.

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The trip through the forest transformed once more into following the long and winding road through the place, seeing weird animals that looked like they were made of plastic, and keeping an eye out for any sign of witch-cults or interesting structures. From time to time, I'd have Jutaana climb a tree to see if she could see anything of interest from on high.

Around noon, she shouted in excitement. "Ah! Master! I am seeing a building!" She declared.

"What's it look like?" I asked her.

"Hmm..." She hummed. "If I am describing it to you, can I be getting bred, please and thank you?" She asked. Her voice had a tiny teasing note to it, but at the same time, if I'd said, yes, she would have clambered down out of the tree to glom onto me and just start making out.

"Just describe the building," I ordered her, and she let out a small sigh before speaking.

"It is being a tall tower," she explained, "it is made of stone. It is cylinder shape. It is tipped with big pointy thingy. It is not having windows. Mm. Ah! Master! The tower is speaking to me! It is saying, you must be getting bred by your Master soon!"

I let out a small laugh at her antics. "Alright, come on down," I told her, smiling as she just hopped down to the ground, landing on both feet on the soft dirt without any apparent issue. "Come here," I told her, and she looked guilty for just a second - then I gently started to massage her ear, making her wear a big, happy, dopey smile. "Tell you what. I promise I'll breed you when we head back to the northern hemisphere, okay?"

"Okay! Thank you very much, Master!" She said. She was bouncing in place with excitement at those words, which certainly did some interesting (and pleasant) things to her tits. "Um. When will we being back to North?"

"I don't know. A while," I told her. She pouted, but nodded.

We started in the direction of the tower. "I am going to be getting bred," Jutaana bragged, obviously expecting the other four girls to feel jealous. Equally obviously, none of them did.

"Good for you," was Azanaga's somewhat-sarcastic reply.

"Mhm!" Jutaana declared.

"I've had a few kids, they're not as much fun as you think," Pichi added.

"Ah, that is because you are being pekina. For a leporagi, it is being very different."

"Oh, is it?" Eshenesra asked, sounding curious.

"Yes! Leporagi are meant to be having lots and lots of babies so it is easy and happy and our babies are very extra-super cute!"

"Most babies are cute, the problem is that they cry constantly," Pichi said.

"Are the babies extra dumb, too?" Azanaga asked.

"No, they are being regular dumb for babies," Jutaana said, oblivious to Azanaga's insult.

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The tower turned out to be quite a ways - Jutaana had to climb the trees to re-orient us twice - and was much taller than I had expected. I had assumed something like one of the towers in Kitran, eight stories tall and reasonably thick. This one was spindly and tall, stretching up to a height that made it look like a skyscraper. I didn't have a great estimate for its height from looking, but it was definitely more than twenty stories. Maybe more like fifty.

"Damn, that's tall," Azanaga said, just staring at the thing. "I didn't think these barbarians could build something like this. It looks to be a bit shorter than the Great Counting Tower in Nuruk." That was the tallest building in the whole Nyzhraga Empire. A few countries had managed to beat its height in the years since, just to prove they could.

"I think it's taller than that," Eshenesra said. "I've seen the Great Counting Tower. It's... not as tall as this, I don't think." Azanaga had a sour look, her pride obviously getting stepped on by Eshenesra's comment. "Ah. It's much bigger, though. This tower is so slender by comparison."

It was, indeed, slender. It was cylindrical, and probably about twenty-five feet across. Big enough for one or two rooms per story, but not the huge industrial administrative structure of the Great Counting Tower, by any means.

As we got closer, we finally saw what surrounded the building: a camp of people. A camp of people who, on seeing our approach, quickly armed themselves and pointed spears at our number. We rearranged itself as well, getting ready for a fight. "Who are you?!" One of the men shouted.

"I ha' seen him in the city," another said. "He's some Northman merchant. Them's his wives."

"Pretty rich boy. Ye got nice-lookin' wives." That one sounded like every cliche of bandits you've ever heard - lecherous, sleezy, violent, threatening with every sentence, but without an ounce of higher intelligence. I suppose the cliches have to come from somewhere.

"I've got nice-looking weapons, too," I said, the blade sliding out of one arm, my other hand transmuting into its cannon form. "Would you like to see them?"

"I can see 'em plenty good from over here," one of the men said, apparently having a bit more sense than his sleezier compatriot.

"Master, should we be killing these people?" Jutaana asked. "It is sounding like they are threatening us, and I am not liking that as I am going to be a mother soon."

"Fuckin' obsessed," Azanaga muttered.

"I can slay these fools if you so wish," Akamarina said. "They cannot harm me with mere sticks, and I can recognize their sort even if I do not know their tongue."

"I want to see what's in the tower," I told them.

"Too bad. You can't," the apparent leader said. "Now begone, before we have to kill you."

There were only about twenty or so of them - and a few were women. The women certainly didn't seem to be coerced into being there, some kidnapped brides or sex slaves, but instead willing participants in whatever crime ring the group represented.

"Mm. When you say, 'I can't,' do you mean that the door is locked?"

"No, I mean I'm not going to fuckin' let you in, and there's twenty of us, and five of you."

"Seven," I corrected.

"Oh, seven," he sneered.

And at that point, Whips landed between our two groups, idly flicking her purple-red hair as she hit the dirt. "Mm." She hummed quietly, gaze going from me, to the men, and back again.

"Whips," the man said. "These foreigners want to transgress on Yaj's tower."

"Oh my," Whips said, looking back at the group of us. "Oh dearie me. You do know what's in that tower, don't you?" She paused, her brow narrowing. "I don't believe I caught your name."

"Hob Arkwright."

"Hob Arkwright." She popped the name on her tongue, licking her lips. "Hob, this is the Tower of Yaj. It is full of all sorts of dastardly traps and magics and ancient monsters and so on and so forth. It would definitely kill you if you entered it." There was a certain eager note to her voice as she spoke. "Plus, it's sacred to this lot," she said, with a gesture behind her. "Surely you should just go home and fuck my niece silly instead?" Her tail lashed back and forth, this eager beating as her smile grew ever wider. "Ohh... mm..." She breathed in deeply through her nose. "You'd rather fight monsters than fuck my niece... poor Azanaga," she said.

"If I just wanted to fuck Azanaga, then I wouldn't have needed to come south."

"Why are you talking about me?" Azanaga demanded.

"Ah, guess it's not as fun not to get things when it's you," Pichi said with a little snigger. Azanaga made an idly kick with her leg, and Pichi just danced to one side.

"Your wives are fighting," Whips said. "Oh! Even that isn't exciting for you? Well, I suppose that could make sense... normally men like women fighting over them."

"They aren't fighting over me, just fighting," I explained. "Azanaga doesn't get on well with other people."

Whips giggled. "Aha. Well, some of us have such problems too."

"Whips," one of the men said, clearly wanting her to just attack and kill me.

"Shut up, mortal," she snapped at him, her voice sharp and angry, her diction suddenly switching to another register. "Did you not hear my words? This man has wed my niece, and is now bound by honor and oath to my blood." She paused. "Apologies! You know how mortals can be," she said, a smile curling across her lips. "Mm. I don't really see any reason that they shouldn't let you inside. Well, I don't think Azanaga should go in. It would be one thing if you died, but my first relative in so long! I'll learn whatever silly northern language she speaks if you die, I promise," she said, raising one hand in some faux-oath.

"If Azanaga doesn't go in, how can I be sure of her safety?"

"That one was suggesting raping his wives," Voasary said, pointing to one of the men. The one who'd pointed out how pretty my wives were.

"Oh, did he?" She turned round on the man in question.

"I was only sayin' they were pretty," the man said, seeming just about ready to soil himself.

"They are pretty," Whips agreed. She tilted her head to one of the other men. "Do you think he was merely paying them a compliment, or was he imagining forcing himself on them after killing Hob and the female fighters among them being rendered unable to fight back?"

The next man hesitated for a second or so, which was long enough for Whips to reach a decision. She showed off where she got her name, her tail slicing out towards the man in question, neatly cutting off his head in a single swift movement, his body collapsing to the ground a second later, the head rolling off.

The men now seemed afraid of her, twisting their spears around to face her. She just giggled. "Come now! I'm not threatening you, now am I? The man suggested raping my niece. It would have been a crime if I didn't do it." Her tail still absently swished around her, and the men backed away. "Ahh... well!" She hummed and glanced back over towards the group of us, stepping away from the bandits. "You know, dears, I am curious what you'd do in that tower! You can go in, and Azanaga can stay here with me, and perhaps we can puzzle out a few words of one another's language?" She smiled warmly as she spoke.

One of the men guarding the tower spoke up."We didn't say-"

"Did I ask?" She snapped at the man, who immediately fell back. "Now! Have I shown my good intentions, Hob? Or will you continue to distrust me?" She almost... pouted, as she spoke. "I just want to talk to my niece..."

I contemplated my options. I could try to kill her and the men. I could leave. Or I could take her offer. Those seemed to be the only three realistic possibilities, and given how swiftly she'd decapitated that guy, I really wasn't sure I could win a fight against her. Akamarina and Eshenesra and Jutaana would help, but...

"Akamarina," I said, switching to Almerese. "Go into the tower. See what's going on. You can't be killed as long as Pichi is alive, correct?"

"I can't be killed so long as Lake Nadi is still around," Akamarina said with a sniff. "But yes. If this body is destroyed, I can form a new one, using Pichi's own magical capacity." She headed into the tower alone.

Whips quirked one eyebrow, looking my way as Akamarina entered. "Oho. I see. Mhm." Whips said, nodding to herself. "I suppose I can't blame you for wanting to protect your wife, rather than leave her in my clutches. If anything, I should be glad! My niece has a caring, protective husband - how romantic!"

Basically nobody shared Whips's view of the whole situation. The people who had made camp around the tower seemed to be contemplating just running for it, now that Whips had killed one of them and seemed more aligned with us. The people in our party who didn't speak Kitran - that was most of us, by the way - didn't see any particular reason to trust her. And the only other person in our party who could speak Kitran had a religious fear of ythraul.

Whips apparently picked up on her lack of popularity. "Could you please be dears and leave?" She asked the surviving men. "You're scaring my niece."

The men didn't need more than that, hurriedly grabbing what they could carry, leaving much of their camp behind.

"Is she being our friend?" Jutaana asked me.

"I'm really not sure," I admitted back in Almerese, Whips unable to understand. "I think she wants to be, though."

"She's a demon," Voasary warned me, also in Almerese, avoiding even saying ythraul. "Her job is sin and vice."

"Yeah, but not lying." Voasary fidgeted at that. "What are your intentions, exactly?"

"Ideally, I would have coitus with you, and that sweet feeling of semen futilely filling me up would be accompanied by me becoming able to speak to my niece," she explained. "But I think you don't trust me well enough for that."

"She'll probably rip your dick off with her cunt," Voasary said, in Almerese.

I thought about it, long and hard. Everything that Whips had done, up until this point, was consistent with her being a weirdo, but also one who genuinely wanted to get to know her 'niece' - that is, Azanaga. She'd never pushed past any boundaries I had put up, unless you counted showing up when I was being threatened by twenty armed men and then killing one of them as somehow violating my request for her to leave. Still, with how... dangerous she was, I didn't feel quite able to trust her, unless...

"Ooo," Whips said, a certain shuddering note to her voice. "I thought you were a dead fish, but I do feel something, now. Tell me what it is, and I'll make it come true."

"Could I bind you, before the sex?"

"Oh my! Bondage? Is that all? Mm... do you want proper bondage? I am rather stronger than a mortal, if I'm being honest."

"You can't seriously be considering..." Voasary started, in Almerese.

"Can't be considering what?" Azanaga demanded.

"He's thinking of fucking her."

"Ah?! Master! If she is killing you, that would be being bad! Please knock me up before you fuck her, that way we can be being sure that I can have your baby!"

"Here I am, offering myself in bondage, and you still don't trust me," she said, pouting softly as her gaze fell on Voasary. "All those nasty rumors about us ythraul... we're just like you, you know? I just enjoy sex. That's all. If I was a glutton ythraul, I would like eating, it wouldn't make me a cannibal."

"Obviously you'd say something like that. Ythraul that get summoned aren't just doing their job any more."

"True, but if you'd been doing the same job for the past few thousand years, you'd probably want some time off too." Whips hummed softly. "Come on. In those packs, you have to have some nice shackles? Hogtie me if you like, wrap up my tail too, then fuck me. Don't worry about my pleasure one whit, just take it however you like," she said, her voice husky and tempting.

"I don't have shackles prepared."

"Agh." She hummed. "There's probably some in this camp, actually," she noted. "They do sometimes need to take prisoners, after all."

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Whips actually trussed herself up, locking her ankles together, then looping her tail around and around until it was tight enough that the shackle there would keep it pretty much stuck, and finally placing shackles on her wrists and manually tightening the bolt with her teeth, slowly working it into position.

It was then that Akamarina reformed, the air getting sucked dry again, Pichi sagging for a moment. "That..." Akamarina began, then saw Whips, who had the bolt in her mouth. "Well. I suppose that is one way to handle a demon." She shook her head. "That tower is full of ludicrous creatures. The walls are far stronger and more solid than they appear, as well. After one beast nearly swallowed me whole, I simply followed the staircase without stopping to fight any of them. I got to the tenth floor or so, before being destroyed."

"Oh, Ho~ob," Whips said. "This little demoness is completely and utterly at your mercy now, see?" She struggled against the shackles on her hands, hopping up and down in place. "To get free, I'd have to slowly undo the bolt here, and in that time, why, you could do anything you wanted to me." She hummed softly at that. "Oh yes. Power. You love power, don't you? Power over women? Over defenseless women? No, over strong women. That's why you married the tall, muscular rabbit-girl, the magically puissant knife-ear and short stack... why, I must wonder what the tattooed one and my niece are capable of... but right now, all I'm capable of, is yielding to whatever it is that you want. It's a show of good faith, you know? Can you show me good faith back?"

"If anything goes wrong, they'll kill you."

"Yes! I mean, yes, of course," she agreed, smiling beatifically. "Now have a bit of fun with your dear wife's aunt."

"I can't believe you're seriously doing this," Voasary said, in Almerese. "If he dies or something, blow her away with one of your fireballs, Eshie."

"Ah?! Yes, yes, okay," Eshenesra agreed, swallowing.

"This is... an unusual decision," Akamarina said.

"I want to know if I can trust her. Can't think of a much better way than this."

I got within melee range, my blade arm still out, though my cannon arm shifted back into a hand. I gingerly reached out for her face, softly stroking it, and she just smiled placidly, not seeming too concerned at all. I raised the knife up to her throat, and she just inclined her head curiously, exposing her neck to me. "I would feel very silly if you actually killed me," she admitted, a pleasant note to her voice. "Here I thought you were afraid of me. If it was all a trick, my compliments," she said.

"You're not worried about dying?"

"Mm. I'll just go back to Hell, you know?"

"This blade is part of a dead god, it might actually kill you," I pointed out to her.

"My." She swallowed, glancing at it again. "My." She tilted her head towards it, running her tongue along the blade like that. "Mm... it does taste... so fascinating," she breathed out, before turning her gaze back to me. "I am at your mercy, dear. Please, fuck me, rather than killing me. I think we will both enjoy it more."

I took a grip on her horn at that, and she let out a small breath, her eyes closing - and then I dragged her down to her knees in front of me, rubbing her face into my pelvis. She let out a soft gasp at the manhandling, rubbing her cheek into my pelvis. "Oh, yes," she breathed out, all husky and aroused. "Oh... mm... making me kneel before you, yes, quite. Pride isn't my flavor, but as an addenda to lust, it's always beautiful," she said, looking up at me with smoldering purple eyes. "Are you going to put me in my place? Make me fuck my mouth on your cock?" She kissed at my dick through my pants. "For all my power, I am utterly at your mercy. Show me how you treat my darling niece. Spiritually connect your cock with my throat."

My length throbbed inside my pants, and I had, right there, one last chance to pull back - and I actually decided to do so, stepping back. "Alright. I trust you."

"Ahm?" She gasped, as I left her staring up at me, blinking in confusion. "That... you tease! You can't work a girl up like that and just withdraw! What a terrible husband you must be!"

"You aren't my wife." Voasary let out a small laugh at that.

"I... nngod," she whined, just falling limp as she knelt there. "Oh I hate teases. I thought you were going to fuck me, Hob. I really did. I thought I was going to feel your thick, throbbing rod, forcing its way down my throat, and-"

"I said, I trust you. So, you can get yourself out of those shackles now."

"Oh, yes, quite, I'll just slowly grind my teeth along the bolt," she said. "Can't you please release me, dearie? If you're going to be such a tease, you might as well help me out," she added, offering up the shackles.

"No. I want to watch your teeth slowly work the bolt free again."

She let out the sweetest little whimper. "I can feel your sadistic glee... well, at least it's fitting for Azanaga's supposed tastes," she said, reaching down to bite into the bolt, working hard to swiftly loosen it, flicking her head back and forth across it in an exhaustingly slow movement.

Once her hands were free, I spoke. I felt satisfied - or at least, as satisfied as I could ever reasonably be - that she really had shackled herself up despite being unable to break the shackles under her own power. That she really was showing her submission and trusting me. "If you want, you can still suck my cock," I told her.

"Oh, yes, please!" She sounded positively ecstatic at that, hands reaching up to just pull down my pants, my hard cock popping free right in front of her face. She moaned softly as she saw it, rubbing and nuzzling it, smearing it all over her features. "This cock utterly dominates me... I'm a slave to it," she said, kissing at the underside as it rested across her features. "I'm so powerful, yet I'll bind myself up just to be given the chance to service it."

She moved forward, wrapping her lips around the tip of my cock, softly suckling it, purple lips pursed against it. She stared up into my eyes, twisting her head gingerly, side to side, just keeping my cock in her mouth like that. "Mmf," she hummed around it, then popped back. "It'd be better for both of us if those strong, godly hands of yours, grabbed my horns and just forced me into doing whatever you pleased. If you used me as a mere tool for your pleasure. If you established your dominance so completely and utterly even an ythraul couldn't deny you had put her in her place."

"You definitely have a way with words," I told her, one hand going to either horn, gripping them tightly, and then starting to fuck her face. She bobbed on my cock, smoothly taking my length to the base, her breasts bouncing in their confinement, her wings absently beating behind her. Saliva spilled out of her mouth, drip-dripping onto her tits and the floor, spittle occasionally flying out of her mouth as I worked her over like that. Her tongue danced around, tasting me, slithering this way and that, her eyes looking up at me, quietly drinking in my own lusts and desires.

"Ah! Master is so amazing!" Jutaana clapped rapidly. Whips let out an intoxicated moan at those words, her eyelashes fluttering.

"I wish that was me," Pichi muttered. "Why even make other girls suck his cock? It's not like I'm not good at it." Whips let out another soft whimper, shuddering around my cock as I kept fucking her face. Her eyes stared up at me, smoldering with lust, and I peeled her up and off my cock, my length throbbing in front of her face.

"Put your arms behind your back. Clasp them together," I ordered, and she promptly did exactly that. "You're right. This is much better," I told her.

"So much better. Your dominance is just the way it ought to be. I'm the one kneeling, which is right where I belong. Imagine if you summoned me. Bound me. Made me your bride, just like my niece, just like the rabbit-girl, the knife-ear, the shortstack... is the tattooed girl your wife?" I shook my head. "You should make her your wife too. Where you come from, the husband has dominion over the wives, doesn't he?"

"Something like that," I told her, before stuffing my cock right down her throat again. She was probably picking up some dynamic relating to the fact that Pichi, Jutaana, Azanaga and Eshenesra were all my slaves, and I ground her face down, holding her on my cock. I spoke up again, this time in Almerese. "Going forward, you four must always act and speak as if you were my wives," I told them.

"Yes, Mmmy husband!" Jutaana said, seeming delighted to hear those words escape her lips. "Husband, husband, ooo, my husband is so sexy," she declared. "My husband has a big cock, he's going to breed me with his bi~ig cock when we go back north."

"My husband sure does have eclectic tastes," Azanaga said, her voice a complete deadpan - and I started to fuck Whips's face roughly, just pounding away again, her whole body bouncing on my dick as I enjoyed her mouth like that. She glugged wetly, each penetration of her throat producing a delicious wet noise that seemed to echo in the air. My balls slapped against her chin, and she submitted to me without the tiniest hesitation or resistance, letting me lay claim to her body like that. When I felt myself drawing close to the edge, I simply slammed my cock balls deep down Whips's throat.

"Here comes," I told her, and she moaned in delight around my cock, closing her eyes, drinking in a deep breath through her nose. I erupted, hot spunk spraying all over the inside of her throat, and she just shuddered softly in response, her whole body jiggling pleasantly beneath me. When I was spent, I peeled back and off, sighing. "Can you speak Almerese now?" I asked her, in Almerese.

"Mm, I can!" She smiled warmly, rising to her feet. "Oh, my. Quite the horny wives you have, too! I think all four of them got a tad jealous of that. Even the local girl," she added, with a flick of her gaze over to Voasary. "Her fear was swamped out by her jealousy. Good wives!" She told me, with a brilliant smile on her lips. "Such a good collection of women you've picked out." She clapped her hands in delight. "Oh! Yes. Azanaga," she said, playing with the name for a moment, before stepping forward- and promptly falling because her ankles were still shackled together. She let out a laugh at that. "Oh, how very silly of me," she said. "I'm at your mercy, Hob," she added, with a glance up at me, daring me to fuck her - but when I didn't, she just moved to get herself out of the shackles.

I glanced back at the tower. I now felt quite a bit more confident about the possibility of leaving Azanaga alone out here.

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