Fenrir continued his interrupted walk to the courtyard, intending to help the succubi there as a means of passing the time. There was little more he could do to prepare for his trip until he knew whether he would be able to blend into the human crowds in the capital. If not, his reconnaissance would be far more difficult and dangerous, but he was resolved to gather what information he could. 'It's entirely possible I'm overreacting and the Saintesses won't give two shits about me until I'm several orders of magnitude stronger, but from the way Carnachias and Menoche were talking, not to mention that angel twink, I got the impression that I was going to be a priority target for them from the word go. Even if that's not the case, there are bound to be plenty of heroes, soldiers, mercenaries, and so forth who will be all too eager to harm me and mine.'

  He was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of a voice beside him and looking down, he saw Nelith, a concerned scowl on her face. "Do you have time to talk?"

  "Sure, what do you need?"

  Rather than answer immediately, Nelith pulled him into a nearby room and shut the door. "Look, Chief, I don't want you to think I don't appreciate what you've done for us- what you're still doing for us, but you've gotten into a fight every single day since you met us. The st two cut you up pretty badly, too. I don't... I mean, you shouldn't..." she trailed off, searching for the right words.

  "If you're trying to find a way to tell me not to fight for you, I advise you to save your breath. While I admit I could have handled the st two skirmishes better, I do not regret choosing to engage in them," Fenrir told her quietly.

  "No, that's not what I mean," Nelith replied, shaking her head. "It sounds really fucking selfish, but we're almost entirely relying on you to keep us safe from... everything out there, and if you get yourself killed we'll have to start running again. I don't want to put the girls through that. Not again. So just... be careful, okay? Don't pick a fight you can't win. Not just because we'd be without your protection either. It may have only been a couple of days, but everyone is already starting to get attached to you. Even Koreen, even if she'd rather die than admit it."

  Fenrir nodded gravely, before continuing in a more pyful tone, "What about you?"

  But Nelith didn't rise to his bait. "Yeah, even me. I don't entirely trust you yet, but I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. And I can't deny you've got this sort of pull about you. You make me feel like if I just leave everything up to you it'll all work out." She looked up at him, a startling vulnerability shining in her golden eyes, before shaking herself out of it with a slight blush dusting her cheeks. "Anyway. That's all I had to say. Just don't die on us, particurly with this trip you're pnning on taking. Clear?" The dark-haired succubus eyed him severely, possibly attempting to make up for her earlier moment of weakness.

  "I doubt there's anything I can say which would fully y your worries to rest, but let me put it this way. What you have seen of me so far has been me at my weakest. I have much room to grow, and I pn to take full advantage of that potential, starting with my combat capabilities. But if my pns come to fruition, I will eventually come to have many powers at my disposal and should not need to utilize brute force often. And yes, I took quite a few hits recently, but I'm already taking steps to ensure that that doesn't happen again." Fenrir watched as Nelith's shoulders rose and fell in a sigh.

  "If you say so," was her only response, but a weight seemed lifted from her shoulders as she turned to leave.

  Fenrir interrupted her, though. "Wait a moment. Remember that long-term project I mentioned?"

  "Yeah, what abou- wait, you want to start now?" Nelith's eyes darted towards his crotch as she licked her lips, clearly recalling their mutual oral intercourse from two days ago.

  "Yes," Fenrir nodded. "I may know the spell, but my capacity to cast is sadly cking, so this will have to be done in stages. Later my mana capacity will likely increase significantly, but quite frankly, I don't want to wait that long, and I'm willing to bet that you don't either."

  "You'd win that bet," Nelith murmured, before turning her eyes back to him. "So, what do I need to do?"

  "Just stay still." Fenrir gently took her jaw in his hands, reaching within himself for the knowledge required. Now that he was paying attention, he could feel roughly how much mana a change would take, and as he had earlier discovered to his sorrow, such an aggressive change as would be necessary to change her bone and muscle structure to allow for unhinging her jaw at will was a considerable cost. Undaunted, he began ying the groundwork, reinforcing bone and muscle as much as his limited mana pool would allow.

  The entire process took about a quarter of an hour, during which Fenrir stood as if carved from stone, only his hands moving ever so slightly, and Nelith waited patiently, though with some trepidation as she felt bone and muscle in her throat and jaw shifting and morphing. When Fenrir finally rexed, sighing in a momentary exhaustion as he took his hands from her throat, she cautiously felt of her jaw with one hand.

  "Did it hurt?" Fenrir asked, still fighting off the fatigue of exhausting his mana pool so quickly.

  "No, it didn't hurt exactly, but it felt really weird," Nelith admitted, her hand still on her throat.

  "Well, that's to be expected. I am changing the shape of your body, after all."

  "You better not be making me look weird," Nelith eyed him suspiciously.

  Fenrir ughed. "No, no, not like that. Outwardly, you look exactly the same as ever. Once I'm done, you should be able to unhinge your jaw at will, like a snake, but unless you do, no one will be able to tell that you ever had any change made unless you tell them."

  "Oh." Nelith let out a sigh of relief.

  Before she could say anything more, the door opened and Kira poked her head in. "Hey Nelith, what do you want us to do with those boxes of old linens? Oh, hey boss."

  "Just pile them in one corner for now. If the chief decides to stay here long term we'll want to check them and see if they're still fit for use, but for now they're of no use to us."

  "Okay. I'll let the others know, and stop interrupting your fun time~" With a cheeky smile, Kira withdrew her head and closed the door, leaving an amused Fenrir and an annoyed Nelith in her wake.

  "I wish," muttered the exasperated succubus.

  "Well, we do have some time before lunch," Fenrir offered, hiding a smile at Kira's antics.

  Nelith shook her head regretfully. "Much as I want to, I should get back and help the girls. Those supplies aren't going to move themselves."

  "Oh, there's no hurry on that. Besides, I think you deserve a small break. I haven't missed how hard you've been working these st few days."

  Nelith wavered, looking tempted. "I don't know..."

  "Then let me make it easy for you. Nelith, I order you to get on your knees and suck my cock," Fenrir said, his tone suddenly authoritative and commanding.

  "Oh well, if you insist," she replied, but her smile as she settled down between his legs betrayed her true feelings. So too did her enthusiasm as she ushered his cock to full mast with hands and mouth.

  Fenrir sat down on a nearby crate rather heavily as Nelith showed her full aptitude for oral, showering him in pleasure with each lick and kiss, the while her hands stroked and fondled, now reaching down to gently cup his balls, now running up and down his shaft worshipfully. But Fenrir wasn't satisfied to simply repeat his earlier tryst with her. He wanted to sample her pussy, so he pulled her off his shaft once she had him well lubricated.

  Nelith looked disappointed, but she didn't resist, particurly once Fenrir started to strip her. Slipping out of her simple but becoming dress, she looked up at his towering form in eager anticipation. "Come on then. Take me like I know you can, you magnificent beast."

  Rather than answer, Fenrir scooped her up and pced her face-down on another crate, this one rge enough to pce both their hips at roughly the same height. He thrust forward, his cock dragging roughly over her lower lips before pushing up between her ample ass-cheeks. Nelith was unable to suppress a moan as he ground against her, propping herself up on her elbows and raising her hips to meet him. She was by this point entirely ready for him, her bia glistening with a combination of her juices and his precum.

  Without further dey, Fenrir angled himself to slowly press into the lust-filled succubus beneath him, his retively narrow tip spearing into her canal before the greater girth of his shaft stretched it wide. He got about seven inches in before she became too tight to push further. Knowing from God's Eye that she enjoyed rough sex, he didn't bother to wait until she was used to him but immediately began thrusting, each push forward ending a little deeper, spreading her a little wider. Nelith did her best to reciprocate, lifting her hips to meet each thrust even as her pussy spasmed around him. Moans fell freely from her lips, interspersed with excmations of delight and exhortations to continue.

  Fenrir paused once his knot kissed her lips, enjoying the way her walls clenched around him like a silken vice. Nelith herself was holding on to the edge of the crate she was lying across so hard that her knuckles were white. Her head hung low and her breath came in gasps. "Damn, you're big. No fucking wonder Chell passed out with this thing inside her."

  Bending close to her ear, Fenrir rumbled lustfully, "Don't get comfortable. I'm not going to stop again until I've cum." Judging from the delighted shiver beneath him, she enjoyed the sound of that, and pulling partially out, he began to thrust in earnest. He didn't spare much time to care about her pleasure, knowing full well that the rougher he got, the better she would like it.

  And like it she did. Her lesser size left her mostly at his mercy, but she did what she could to meet each thrust, encouraging him to go harder and faster all the while. When he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back sharply to growl his pleasure into her ear, the sensation pushed her over the edge. But true to his word, Fenrir did not pause. He didn't even slow down, though Nelith's pussy cmped down on him so hard it almost locked him in pce. With brute force he powered through, in the process forcing his partner to new heights of pleasure. The slight downward angle of his thrusts brutalized her g-spot with each forward movement, and every withdrawal dragged the ribs of his cock against every nerve in her pussy. Under such extreme stimution she quickly came to another orgasm, gasping out her ecstasy with what little breath she could draw.

  With one hand gripping her hip, and another closed on her hair, Fenrir sped up still more, his knot swelling as his own release swiftly approached. The hard bulb of flesh smmed into Nelith's clit and bia with each thrust, sending her into new paroxysms of delight. Reaching his climax at st, Fenrir straightened, viciously grinding into the eager succubus beneath him as he pulsed, his grip on her hair almost lifting her entirely off the crate. The delicious pain coupled with the sensation of being filled pushed Nelith to yet another orgasm, one she by now had no breath left to voice.

  As he came down from the heights of pleasure, Fenrir rexed his grip, ying Nelith gently down on the crate. She was breathing hard, her walls still clenching spasmodically around his shaft, but she turned her head to meet the kiss he gently id on her lips. "I expected it'd be good, but I didn't expect it to be that good," she panted, twisting slightly to look down at her stomach, which had swelled a little from the semen Fenrir had deposited in her. "Next time though, you shouldn't hold back. I want to feel what it feels like to take your full load."

  "Even if it means you swell up like a balloon?"

  She shivered at the thought. "Especially then."

  "I will admit, I thought about it," Fenrir said. "But if I did, you would most likely be more or less incapacitated for the rest of the day, so that will have to wait for another time." He pulled out slowly, the movement sending tremors through Nelith from her overstimuted pussy. As his shaft came free, a flood of semen followed, rolling down her thighs in a thick white waterfall.

  She made no attempt to stop it, only rolling onto her back and looking up at him with a blissful expression. "I swear, sex with you is more satisfying than anyone else I've ever encountered. We've only gone one round, but I'm already more satisfied than I would be from an entire night of fucking humans."

  Fenrir smirked. "Well, so far you're the only one who's been able to go a full round with me without passing out, so I suppose I should congratute your stamina."

  Nelith waved a hand dismissively. "Eh, they're still young. As they mature further they'll get better at handling that much pleasure."

  "Young? Chellise, sure, but Kira doesn't seem that young, and Lilli seems as old or older than you," Fenrir pointed out.

  "Well, young isn't quite the right word. Inexperienced, maybe? We are all just lesser succubi, after all. By the standards of our race we're all still basically snot-nosed children. Back before the war succubi could spend all day every day having sex, so we'd grow stronger a lot quicker, but these days we have to spend all our time trying to survive. For us, how old we are time-wise really doesn't matter that much, since after maturity we don't really age at all."

  "So it's more about how strong you are, which in turn is directly affected by how much sex you've had, is that right?"

  "Exactly. Aimi is actually pretty young, but because she's had so much sex, she's a little stronger than Kira, who is actually older than her by at least a few years. 'Course, most of that sex has been with other Dark-races, so she didn't grow as quickly as she could've." Nelith pulled herself to a sitting position. "I should probably get cleaned up before lunch. Give me a hand?"

  Scooping her into his arms and earning a ugh from her at the way he chose to interpret her request, Fenrir made for the bath. As he walked, Nelith rested her head contentedly against his shoulder. "It's been a long time since I've felt this happy," she murmured, as though to herself. Fenrir made no reply, content to let her savor the moment.

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