From the mountains Fenrir had set a course due east. If the prospective test with the S.E.P. cloaks had disastrous results, he wanted to direct any possible responses away from the mountain pass where his followers were located. For this reason, he also avoided the first few vilges they passed, giving any signs of civilization a wide berth until he had put a significant distance between his own party and the mountains.

  Finally however, several days after they had entered the pins they pitched camp in a thickly wooded area several miles from a small vilge, which from their initial reconnaissance appeared to be centered around its sawmill. Fenrir surmised that it had likely grown out of a lumberjack camp, and its principal reason for existing was still no doubt lumber. 'The river that runs through here is small, but it's still rge enough to float the logs downstream to whatever rger city needs them. This pce will do as well as any for the test of my cloak. I should start by finding a homestead that's a bit isoted. That will give me a buffer if the enchantment does fail.'

  Reentering the camp, he dumped the load of wood he had been collecting on the ground next to the ring of stones Kira had set up in readiness. They were in a fairly isoted position on the far side of a set of low bluffs, but even so he had taken care to only collect the driest wood he could find so as to minimize the amount of smoke their fire would produce. At one side of the small clearing, Kira and Katari were already sparring while Safara prepared the evening meal, assisted by Chellise. While Safara and Katari wore their customary robes and armor respectively, the two succubi's usual clothing was hardly suitable for travel and so at Fenrir's command they both changed into outfits more appropriate for the trail when on the march. Once camp was pitched, however, both shed their travel gear for the more comfortable and considerably less modest outfits they generally preferred, which caused Katari some exasperation, particurly in the case of Chellise, whose panties and crop top ensemble provided absolutely no protection for her while training.

  Otherwise, the young succubus had been the very picture of eager helpfulness, no doubt attempting to make up for having displeased Fenrir earlier. She had clearly taken Kira's chastisement to heart, and while Fenrir had kept her at arm's length for the past few days to reinforce how unhappy he was with her actions, her open and sincere contrition already had him convinced that she would not lightly disobey him again. Surveying her as she bustled about the newly started fire, he mused, 'God's Eye did reveal that detail about how she enjoys provoking punishment, but I'm pretty sure that's only in a sexual context. I don't think I need to worry about her disobeying any order of importance, at least for a while.'

  As the sun approached the horizon, Fenrir collected Katari and Safara, and leaving the two succubi to watch the camp, they slipped off into the forest, following the faint scent of humans and woodsmoke. About a mile from camp, they came upon a small clearing, at one side of which was nestled a log cabin. In front of the cabin a man was chopping wood, while two young boys pyed nearby under the watchful eye of a woman sitting on a bench cradling an infant. The setting sun's rays snted through the trees, casting a warm light over the clearing. Fenrir could not suppress a smile at the picturesque scene, and its simple homely charm was not lost on his companions either.

  But they had come with a purpose in mind, so after several minutes of observation the great wolf withdrew from the edge of the clearing far enough to ensure he would not be heard. From God's Eye he knew that the humans' levels ranged from one through seven and none of them had any special abilities, making them good test subjects for his purposes. Turning to Safara, he said, "Safara, you're up. You should look the most familiar of any of us, so we'll begin with you."

  She straightened her shoulders. "What exactly do you want me to do?"

  "We'll keep it simple. For now, just walk across the clearing with the S.E.P. enchantment activated. Don't try to draw attention to yourself, but don't hide, either. I doubt they'll notice anything, but best to start small."

  She gave him a determined nod, and then pulling up her hood to cover her face, she activated the enchantment and started across the clearing. Fenrir and Katari watched closely, splitting their attention between the humans and the elf. There was no discernible reaction from the family at the cabin, so when Safara reached the far side and turned to come back to Fenrir, he motioned for her to lower her hood. After an instant's hesitation, she did so, allowing her long blue-white hair to fall freely over her shoulders. Fenrir renewed his scrutiny of the humans at the cabin, and he thought he saw the woman's eyes narrow slightly as her gaze passed over Safara. The distance was too great for him to be certain, however.

  Once Safara reached them, Fenrir gave her an approving smile, then turned to Katari and told her, "Your turn. The same as Safara, over and back."

  Without a word the oni lifted her hood and stepped forward deliberately but cautiously. Just as Safara before her, she garnered no reaction with her hood raised, so on the return Fenrir had her lower it. This time he was certain he saw the woman's brows contract, and she half turned as though to say something to her husband, but then Katari passed from her line of sight into the trees, and she rexed. This was not entirely encouraging, but the greatest test was yet to come.

  So lifting his own hood, Fenrir walked out of cover, being careful to activate the enchantment before he could be seen by the family at the cabin. He did not at first dare turn towards them lest they see his face, but his keen hearing indicated nothing out of the ordinary. Deciding to risk a gnce, he looked over to see one of the boys staring directly at him, and as their eyes met Fenrir saw the uneasy frown on his face that indicated the enchantment faltering. He quickly faced forwards again, for the moment resisting the impulse to activate Shroud and listening intently for any reaction. After several tense seconds he heard the boy return to his py, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he passed under the shadow of the trees.

  Turning, he motioned for Safara and Katari to follow him together. So far he had only tested one cloak at once, and he was curious whether several together would affect the efficacy of the effect in any way. They reached him without incident, and immediately he asked, "Did you see any reaction from any of the family when I walked across?"

  "Not until you turned your head," Katari replied. "Then one of the children almost saw through the illusion. I believe that so long as you remain entirely covered by the cloak, you are safe from detection by common peasants, at least."

  "Good. I only have one more test to make at present. We shall all walk across the clearing once more, this time as a group. If we remain unnoticed, as I suspect we shall, then halfway across Katari will lower her hood. Ready?"

  Two nods answered him, and they stepped forward into the open once again. There was no reaction, so as pnned Katari lowered her hood. Still, nothing happened. Fenrir turned his head again and was eted to see the woman's gaze pass over him with only a slight contraction of her eyebrows. Either the cloaks worked better in tandem or the extra people walking with him helped him blend in more effectively, possibly a combination of both. There was still the question of whether the enchantment would hold up against anyone of a significant level, but so far it had performed better than he had expected.

  Satisfied with the results of their tests, they returned to camp, reaching it just as the sun slipped beneath the horizon. For several hours after the evening meal, Fenrir continued his studies on runework under Safara's tutege. He had by this point memorized all the known runes and their specuted meanings, and was now learning about the different rune circles, but he still struggled to find any sort of discernable pattern to the discipline. He remained undaunted, however. 'There has to be a pattern to it somewhere. Every system is built on rules and if I can figure out what those rules are, I can exploit them. I just have to keep at it.'

  He had surprised himself with how easily he was able to retain the information he studied, making him wonder if perhaps he had gained a photographic memory during his body swap. 'I do have a new brain, I think. It's just my soul that's the same. Of course, that then raises the question of just what a soul is, how that fits into my mind and my brain, and other such existential questions that philosophers tend to wrestle with for decades at a time. Something I definitely don't have time for, at least at present. It's even possible that the original me did actually die, and what I am now is just a copy of the original. ...But no, Menoche and Carnachias made a pretty big deal of me having a Light-based soul, so I can assume with fair certainty that souls definitely do exist, and my soul is the same one that existed on Earth. That raises a whole host of other questions, but they're not important at the moment, and anyway, I doubt knowing the answers would help me with any of my current problems.' Fenrir pulled himself from his thoughts, gncing around the fire at his companions.

  Safara sat beside him, writing another entry to her journal. She paused and hummed thoughtfully, staring into the fire for a moment before once more putting quill to paper. Continuing counterclockwise, Katari sat instructing Kira on how to properly clean and care for her sword. The two seemed to be getting along very well, Fenrir noted. Across from them, Chellise sat alone, looking rather forlorn.

  As he looked at her, she gnced longingly at the empty space beside him, and he found he didn't have the heart to deny her any longer. With a gesture he invited her to sit beside him, and she snuggled into his side with a grateful smile. The warm softness of her body against his reminded him forcefully of just how long he had been without release. The night before they left, Aimi had insisted on one st romp, but that had been nearly a week ago by this point.

  Once the succubi had accepted him as their lord and master, he had had no shortage of willing and eager partners with which to ske his lust, but since they had left on this trip there had been little time for sex. Something the more libidinous among them had certainly noticed, but with Chellise trying to be on her best behavior and Kira well aware of the gravity of their mission, neither of them had pushed for a roll in the hay.

  As for Safara and Katari, the former had yet to fully come to terms with her desires, and the tter had made no advances for reasons of her own, though Fenrir had noticed some less than innocent gnces at times from both of them.

  Now, however, he stood, and lifting Chellise to one broad shoulder, he turned into the forest, expining as he did so that they would be back soon. Chellise was all questions, but he did not reply until he found what he was looking for some distance from camp, a grassy knoll atop a bluff, aglow in the silvery light of a full moon.

  Setting her gently on her feet, Fenrir expined, "It's been some time since I st had sex, and I expected you wouldn't mind helping me vent my lust."

  "Of course not, Daddy! I mean, of course I'd be gd to! But..." Chellise hesitated.

  "But...?"

  "I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but aren't you still angry with me? After what I did..." she trailed off, looking conflicted.

  "No, not anymore. I do not approve of what you did, of course, but I have forgiven you." Fenrir paused. "This does not mean you will not be punished once we return to the castle, but I see no profit in continuing to treat you like a pariah in the meantime."

  "Okay. Thank you for forgiving me, Daddy. I know what I did was selfish and stupid."

  "Good. But enough of that for now. Right now I have better things for you to do." So saying, Fenrir sat down on the grass, pulling Chellise into his p as he did so. He captured her lips in a kiss, one hand meandering under the hem of her top to fondle a breast. She moaned eagerly into his kiss, her mouth opening to accept his questing tongue, her spine arching to push her chest into his palm, and her own small hands greedily tracing the muscles concealed beneath his fur.

  Without breaking the kiss, he leaned forward, pcing the small succubus gently on the soft grass. Moving his hand down from her breast, he shifted her panties to one side, finding her already moist. However, not satisfied with the amount of lubricant he found there, he began to finger her, brushing gently over her engorged clit before plunging a finger into her pussy. She stretched readily around him, gasping in delight and arching her back. "Ooh, yes, right there, Daddy!" she cried, finally breaking the kiss.

  He added another finger, watching her face closely. Her hair y in disarray around her, silvery white in the moonlight, her cheeks flushed red under eyes like pools of gold, just now awash in lust. Adding a third finger which stretched her to a point that could have been almost painful had she not been a succubus, he began to fingerfuck her in earnest, glorying in her excmations of pleasure. Like a master musician he pyed her, his Mindbreak addon providing him with an instinctive knowledge of how to give her the most pleasure possible.

  But as much as he wanted to see her orgasm, Fenrir wanted to see her beg for it first even more. "No cumming without permission," he warned, feeling her canal clench around his fingers at the words. Her eyes fixed on his, a sort of agonized delight overtaking her features as she visibly attempted to resist the flood of pleasure.

  "Please may I cum, Daddy?" she almost whispered.

  "Not yet," Fenrir replied, grinding his thumb against the hood of her clit. She writhed and squirmed, desperate for release, but equally desperate to wait until she had permission.

  "Please Daddy, please."

  "Wait," Fenrir told her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. He watched the desperation in her eyes mount, and just before it broke, he whispered, "Cum."

  With the word, Chellise convulsed, her pussy clenching so tightly around his fingers that he could for a moment no longer move them. Her scream of pleasure was loud enough to force him to fold back his ears in discomfort, but it was a price he gdly paid in exchange for the expression on her face, a look of mingled gratitude and euphoria which made her in that moment the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Through it all, her eyes never left his, as though he were the only thing in the world to her.

  As she came down from the heights of orgasm, he leaned forward and kissed her gently. Despite knowing her fetish for having her orgasms controlled, this was the first time he had done so in the two or three times they had had sex. Now he resolved to do so more often.

  As they broke apart, Chellise whispered, "Thank you, Daddy. That felt amazing."

  Fenrir smiled and kissed her again. Then he moved to pce his cock at the entrance to her pussy. "Ready for round two?" he asked, gently grinding against her slit.

  "Ah!" Chelise shivered at the sensation, still hypersensitive from her orgasm. "C-can I rest for a bit first?"

  Fenrir ughed. "What do you think?" Without waiting for a response, he began to spread her open, slowly pushing into her clenching hole. She gasped and arched her back, whatever response she might have had driven from her mind by the sensation of being stretched around his shaft. He stopped once he bottomed out, enjoying the thoroughly disheveled look of the succubus beneath him. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, while moans fell unrestrainedly from her lips.

  "I-I can't! Please Daddy may I cum?!"

  Fenrir blinked. He had only meant for her to wait for permission for the first orgasm, but clearly she thought he meant every orgasm. "Cum, then," he said, before letting out an involuntary groan as her already extremely tight pussy convulsed around him, multiplying his pleasure. Waiting for her to regain some sembnce of composure, he continued, "You don't need to ask for permission to cum while I'm fucking you. When my cock is in your ass or pussy, you may cum as much as you like."

  "Th-thank you, Daddy," Chellise panted, the sheer size of the bitchbreaker deep within her combined with the strength of her orgasms making it difficult for her to catch her breath.

  "Now, since you've been such a good girl, waiting to cum until I gave you permission, I'm going to let you choose whether I fuck you gently or roughly. Which do you want?"

  Chellise swallowed hard. "Roughly."

  "Are you sure?"

  Chellise nodded. "Yes. I want you to treat me like a bad girl and punish me with your giant cock."

  "Very well."

  Withdrawing slightly, he folded her legs back to pce her ankles next to her ears and began savagely jackhammering into her cunt. Chellise exploded into a third orgasm almost immediately, her body keyed up to such heights of sensitivity that the slightest move fell like a hammer stroke on her pleasure receptors. Fenrir now took little notice of her, solely focused on taking his own pleasure from her body, and the ruthlessness of his thrusts and merciless mauling of her breasts and ass sent her into paroxysms of pleasure so strong they were almost painful.

  For his part, Fenrir found Chellise to be a most delectable cocksleeve as her pussy enveloped his shaft in silky soft tightness, writhing and fluttering around him in excruciatingly pleasurable ways. Her moans and half articuted cries of adoration for his cock were music to his ears, and the raw eroticism of the pleasure demon beneath him soon had him rapidly approaching his peak despite his best efforts to hold back the tide.

  With an exultant snarl, he jammed himself as deeply within her as he could, pleasure washing over him as he pulsed over and over again, grinding viciously against her deepest barrier. The temptation to impregnate Chellise was strong, but even in his lust clouded state he knew that to do so now would not be wise. Kira's ongoing pregnancy concerned him not a little since he did not know how long it would be before they returned to the castle, so he ensured the semen he released into Chellise's womb was sterile, this time.

  Chellise took pleasure from the filling all the same, writhing under him in an orgasm so strong it drove all breath from her body. Once she recovered enough breath to make a sound, all that came from her was broken moans and half incomprehensible excmations of ecstasy.

  'Well, she didn't quite pass out this time. Looks like Nelith is right, the more used they become to being fucked by me, the better they get at handling it. I'm gd of that; as gratifying as it is to literally fuck someone unconscious, it'd get old if it happened all the time.' Fenrir rolled onto his back, hugging Chellise to his chest as he did so. 'After all, post-coital cuddles are best when everyone's awake to enjoy them.'

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