Chellise didn't wake up until Fenrir was done washing her and had begun drying her off. "Mmh... that feels good..." she murmured, cuddling into his chest as he gently rubbed down her back.

  "Finally awake, I see," Fenrir chuckled softly. "I was beginning to wonder if I'd overdone it."

  "Oh, no, it was wonderful. I've never felt like that before, Daddy- I mean, Master," Chellise replied, blushing slightly at her slip of tongue.

  "You know, I meant it when I said you could call me Daddy if you wanted to. I don't mind either way."

  "It's sort of embarrassing... you really don't mind?"

  "No, I don't. If that's what you want, then go for it."

  "Well... okay." She gave him a shy smile.

  "Alright, put on your clothes, and let's head back. Even succubi need their sleep, and it's already well past midnight."

  "Where- oh." She began pulling on her ensemble, a much more cute-sexy look than Yumiko's erotic barely there bodysuit, or Nelith's sensually elegant dress. Simple slippers and thigh-high socks covered her legs, while a pair of bck high-legged panties tightly hugged her hips. A loose long-sleeved shirt covered her chest, its high neckline not allowing cleavage, but the half-length torso exhibiting plenty of delicious under-boob. The drawing on her stomach had washed away in the water, leaving her mint-green skin free of any blemishes.

  Once she was fully dressed, Fenrir scooped her up into a princess carry and began making his way back to the kitchen.

  "Daddy, do you have to carry me? It's a little embarrassing..."

  "Certainly I don't have to, but maybe I want to spoil my little girl a bit. I'd say she deserves it."

  Chellise said nothing, giving a half-pleased, half-embarrassed wiggle and hiding her face in Fenrir's thick fur. The journey passed in a comfortable silence, each of them buried in their own thoughts. The young succubus was trying not to be too happy. For a day which had started so badly, ending it being carried by a rge, strong, kind, and most importantly, hung man was well outside even her most optimistic expectations. The fact that less than an hour ago he had given her the best sex of her life and was even willing to humor her daddy kink, which she had always been self-conscious about, beggared belief. She kept expecting to wake up and find that it had all been a dream. But no, the slight pain still radiating from her ass proved her to be definitely awake.

  Fenrir, on the other hand, was considering the future. The soldiers he had killed in the great hall had been dressed uniformly in well-fitting chainmail and possessed matching iconography on their tunics. Clearly they were regurs in an army of some sort. One or two disappearing may not be too arming, but the entire unit failing to report back would undoubtedly draw far more attention than he could afford at this point in time. He remembered Yumiko mentioning a supply wagon, which supported the hypothesis that they were retively far afield and would not be missed for several weeks, but he knew better than to rely on such a shaky assumption.

  'Wasn't Safara with them? She may be able to shed more light on who they were and what they were doing. Best case, she'll know some way for us to keep our cover. Of course, that's assuming she's willing to help us, which is a pretty big if. I wanted to break her slowly, but I may need to step up my pns a bit.' He maneuvered around some rubble in the hallway, careful not to jostle the succubus in his arms. 'Well, first things first. Tomorrow I'll take a look at the bodies and see what they can tell me.'

  Softly opening the door to the kitchens, he saw that the succubi had settled down to sleep, forming a messy jumble of bodies as they all cuddled together on a thick bnket near the hearth. The fire had burned down, only the occasional tongue of fme leaping up from glowing coals, but it was still radiating a considerable amount of heat. Next to the coals a sleepy Yumiko slowly turned the spit upon which hung five venison steaks, no doubt the five he had reserved for himself earlier. Chellise had fallen asleep at some point on the walk back, and after gently depositing her in the succubus pile and softly soothing her sleepy protest at her interrupted nap, he turned to the fire and Yumiko.

  "I see you prepared my food for me," he said in a low tone. "I appreciate it."

  "It was the least I could do, Master," she replied, muffling a yawn.

  "Get to bed now though, before you fall asleep on your feet or topple headfirst into the fire or something."

  Yawning again, she acquiesced, lying down next to Koreen with an almost inaudible "Good night, Master."

  The steaks were good, though Fenrir would not have compined had he had some salt. Sinking his teeth into the second one, his eyes fell on Safara. She had curled up in one corner of the room, as far from the succubi as possible. Her robes, while voluminous, were not particurly thick, and as he watched he saw her shiver slightly. He shook his head in amused exasperation. 'So she'd rather freeze in her sleep than be within ten feet of a 'monster'. I should probably do something, or she'll be an elfsicle by morning.' A devious thought came to him, and his smile turned mischievous. Picking up another steak, he began eating it quickly, eager to put his pn into action.

  Before he had finished his meal however, the door opened again and Nelith, now clean, entered. She approached on quiet feet, taking care not to disturb any of the slumberers.

  "Get Chell cleaned up alright?" she murmured, stopping in front of the fire to warm herself.

  "Of course. Though I must say, I'm surprised the bath water is clean as it is, considering how rundown the rest of the pce looks."

  "Oh, that? Most likely there's an enchantment on the bath to keep the water pure," Nelith shrugged. "Mavenia tends to obsess over stuff like that."

  "Mavenia?"

  "Oh, wow, you must really not be from around here. Mavenia is the kingdom to the east. We're more or less on the country's border right now. It was Mavenia that built this castle, probably, but that would have been hundreds of years ago by now."

  "I see. That seems like a long time for an enchantment to st."

  "Oh, a passive enchantment like that can st for ages, especially if it's not used much. If a powerful mage cast it, it could easily st for a thousand years or more so long as it's maintained." They spent a few minutes in companionable silence, before Nelith spoke again. "Anyhow, good night, Chief."

  "Chief?" Fenrir asked, amused.

  "Well, I gotta call you something. Chief just feels like it fits, you know?"

  "Not Fenrir?"

  "Oh, I dunno. Using your actual name feels... disrespectful, I guess? I'm not sure how to expin it."

  Fenrir chuckled. "Well, suit yourself."

  The red-skinned succubus smirked back at him, before walking over to the tangle of succubi. A tenderness came to her eyes as she looked at them, her gaze lingering on each face. In a whisper even Fenrir's sensitive ears strained to detect, she murmured, "Hard to believe, but for some reason I actually feel like we're safe now, girls. He could just be acting so we let our guard down, but if he is, I can't tell. He feels genuine, at least. And anyway, he's strong enough to take whatever he wants from us. He doesn't actually need to pretend to be our friend." She sighed. "I really fucking hope he is what I think he is." For a long moment more she stood there before lying down next to Chellise, pulling the smaller succubus close as she gently stroked her hair. Fenrir stood like a graven image, not wanting to interrupt the moment. Not until Nelith's breathing had shifted into the even respiration of slumber did he move again.

  'I wonder how long they've been traveling together. She very clearly cares a lot for them.' He pced more wood on the fire, banking it so it would burn slowly, then turned to Safara.

  She was shivering harder now, sleeping restlessly as her body lost heat. Being extremely careful to avoid waking her, he gathered her into his arms, smirking when she rexed into his warmth, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. He stepped over to the fire, lying down several body lengths from the succubi, and holding the elf close to his chest, surrendered to the sweet embrace of sleep.

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