Closing the door behind them, Fenrir turned to survey Katari. Confusion had cooled the fmes of her arousal for the moment, and she stood in the center of the floor with questions in her eyes. With the little of his attention that was not focused on the oni he noted that this room was very simir to the one they had just left, with a bed at one side of the room, a sitting area with several chairs bunched around a small table, a dresser complete with mirror, and so on. It was lit, just as his room had been, presumably by the servants that had been cleared of suspicion earlier that day.

  But Fenrir did not waste time with the room or its furnishings. Stepping forward, he dropped to one knee directly in front of Katari to bring their faces closer to the same level. She flinched back, whispering, "W-why do you bow to me, my lord?"

  "I owe you an apology, Katari." He paused for a moment, considering how to phrase his next sentence, and Katari took the opportunity to speak.

  "You owe me nothing, my lord. Please, stop kneeling."

  "No, I do. I assumed you would come to me when you were ready, but I never told you that, and anyway, I should have known better. That is not the way of your code. Tell me, for how long now have you wished I would fuck you as I have Kira and Chellise?"

  "...It is not my pce to ask anything of you, my lord. I am to serve at your pleasure-"

  Fenrir cut her off. "How long?" There was a note of steel in his voice now.

  Katari hesitated. "...I am unsure. Had you wished it, you could have had me the same day of our duel."

  Fenrir shook his head. "That is not what I asked. Would you really have welcomed me then, in your heart?"

  She shook her head, a little reluctantly. "A part of me desired you from the very first, but it was only after the first time I heard the tale of how you saved your succubi from the Vigil that I knew I would welcome your embrace. Please stop kneeling, my lord," she pleaded.

  "And how do you feel about it now?" Fenrir asked, ignoring her request.

  She blushed deeply enough for it be visible even despite her scarlet skin. "...My body aches for you, my lord. Just to be in the same room as you is enough for me to need to watch my thoughts carefully lest I become too distracted to be useful to you. Your scent is intoxicating to me, and your voice sends the blood racing through my body. I am..." She trailed off, and could not meet his eyes.

  "Would you like to become mine in every sense of the word?" Fenrir's voice was soft, gentle.

  A visible shiver ran through the small oni's body. "Yes, I would, my lord. More than anything."

  Fenrir took her chin in his hand and turned her face up to his, giving her a first gentle kiss. She moaned a raw and hungry moan into it, her arms coming up to wrap themselves around his neck, and it was her that deepened the kiss, not Fenrir. His arms went around her to crush her body to his, ignoring the sharp edges of the armor she still wore in favor of enjoying the little bundle of dynamite that was his oni and the kiss they shared, which was quickly becoming more and more passionate.

  She eventually broke the kiss to gasp for air, but would have immediately gone in for another one had Fenrir not stopped her. Her armor was becoming irksome, denying him the pleasure of caressing her body, but between the two of them they soon had it undone. As the st piece fell from her body to reveal Katari in only her chest wrap and panties, she suddenly turned shy, turning partially away from Fenrir and trying to hide herself with her hands.

  With a little rumbling growl he pulled her back to capture her lips in another kiss, and while she was thus distracted he pulled the chest wrap loose to reveal surprisingly rge breasts, complete with nipple piercings. She could not fail to notice the loosening of the wrap, but Fenrir gave her no time to renew her shyness. Bending his head, he vished affection on the soft mounds of her boobs, causing Katari to let out a scarcely audible whimper at the sensation. Without taking his lips from her nipple, Fenrir gathered her in his arms and straightened to carry her over to the bed.

  He pced her on the bed, taking a moment to admire her toned form before joining her, and she again colored and tried to hide herself. "No," Fenrir admonished. "Let me look at you. All of you." Instantly her hands flew to her sides, but her muscles remained tensed and her eyes stayed fixed on the sheets. "You are such a beautiful woman." The words were said quietly, almost in an undertone, but with feeling.

  Katari's eyes widened, and her gaze sought and found Fenrir's. With a smile he leaned down to give her another kiss on the lips. Moving lower, he peppered kisses over the line of her jaw, down the side of her neck, which made Katari shiver, and out across her chest. He paused at her nipples to renew the yer of aphrodisiac-ced saliva which covered them, then carried on down her stomach, admiring the iron-hard muscles which tensed just beneath the surface of her skin, before eventually being stopped by the waistband of her panties. A few moments' work was enough to dispose of that obstacle, though Fenrir briefly became distracted by the smoothness of her legs as he slid her st article of clothing down their length.

  He resumed his exploration at her feet, pnting a kiss on the crown of each before working his leisurely way up her legs. As he approached her thighs, Katari, who had begun to squirm under his ministrations some time ago, moaned, "Must you tease me so, my lord? I am more than ready for you."

  Fenrir pnted another deliberate kiss on a trembling inner thigh before raising his head to respond. "Patience, Katari. I'm not doing this to get you ready for me. I'm doing it to enjoy your body to the fullest." And without waiting for a response he went back to licking and kissing his way ever closer to that delectable cleft at the top of her thighs.

  Unlike his succubi, she had pubic hair, a soft white bush just above her pussy, though her pussy itself was bare. Fenrir spared a moment to wonder how many Dark-race females had no pubic hair. The succubi clearly grew none; he had had ample opportunity to check, and neither had Mitzi, though he was fairly certain that she, like Katari, naturally grew a little directly above her pussy. Elmeria, on the other hand, while she had kept hers well-trimmed, had had pubic hair growing everywhere a human female might, though the hair itself had been considerably softer than its human counterpart.

  Shaking off the thought, he honed in on his ultimate goal, the small slit between her legs, already blooming and covered with her arousal. In fact, the sheets directly below her pelvis were already damp and only becoming more so. Sampling her juices found them to be slightly salty and almost spicy, which earned a raised eyebrow from Fenrir. It only made him hungry for more, however, and at st he ceased his teasing and went directly for the source.

  Katari, who had thus far done a remarkably good job of holding back her moans, had no chance against the pleasure Fenrir now deluged her with, and a gasping cry filled the room despite her best efforts to stifle it. She covered her mouth with her hands, but even muffled, Fenrir delighted in her expressions of ecstasy. His leisurely exploration of her body had gotten her so worked up that it took very little time for her to reach her peak.

  A strangled squeak was the only audible sign of her climax, but her body advertised it with tensed muscles and trembling legs that wrapped themselves around Fenrir's head so tightly that he had cause to be gd he himself was as strong as he was. He teased her throughout her orgasm, only desisting when she spasmed and pushed his head away, too sensitive to bear further stimution.

  Fenrir kissed his way back up her stomach, again pausing briefly at her chest to make her gasp and squirm beneath him, then continued upwards to finally end back at her lips, which he kissed with less raw passion and more tenderness than their earlier kiss. She was panting and covered in sweat, but her eyes told him she was far from satisfied.

  "Please, my lord, your cock. Do not make me wait any longer," the oni pleaded.

  Fenrir smirked. "As you wish." He pced his tip at her entrance and pressed in, parting her lips with aching slowness. She was hot as nothing he had ever yet experienced, but oh so soft and tight around him as her pussy accepted inch after inch of his cock. About halfway down he came up against a barrier in her depths and began to withdraw, but Katari's legs wrapped around his back and arrested his retreat.

  "Deeper," she whispered between moans. At some point she had forgotten to stifle her voice and Fenrir was almost certain the rest of his girls were able to hear her, but he did not mind, nor, he expected, would they.

  "Are you sure? It might hurt," he asked.

  "I care not. Please, fill me with your cock," Katari answered.

  Fenrir shrugged an acknowledgement and pressed in again. This time when he came up against her womb he did not stop, but with little thrusts forced himself deeper into the small oni. Her moans took on an agonized edge, but her legs never rexed their attempts to help him bury his entire length in her pussy.

  When finally Fenrir forced open her cervix and with one st crashing stroke filled the space beyond to grind his knot against her lower lips, she let out a sound not far short of a scream, but her pussy spasmed around him in another orgasm and her legs locked themselves behind his hips with all the strength which y hidden under their deceptive softness. He paused there to give her a moment to rest, bending down to kiss her again in the meantime.

  Once she recovered her breath, Fenrir began to thrust, slowly at first, but with a gradually increasing tempo which had Katari moaning her pleasure anew. While he repeatedly buried himself in her pussy he took the opportunity to admire his oni in the throes of being fucked. Her hair fanned out in disarray behind her like a white curtain as she y on the bed, against which her scarlet skin, gleaming with perspiration, stood out in sharp contrast. Her breasts were in constant motion, jiggling in time with both his thrusts and her own gasps for air in between moans. Her eyes were golden seas of pleasure and adoration, gazing up at him through snowy bangs, and he took special enjoyment in watching and feeling her muscles tense and rex as she did her best to fuck back; to give him as much pleasure as she could. Even in this state, she never failed in her dedication to him.

  It was that st thought that finally triggered his own climax, and with a grunt of "Coming," he thrust as deeply as possible and let loose. Her voice rose in a keening cry, the sensation of being bred pushing her to yet another orgasm of her own. Her fingers clenched in the sheets and her entire body trembled with the intensity of it.

  Then it was over. Katari rexed almost convulsively, her legs finally releasing Fenrir from the leglock in which she had been trying to hold him for the greater part of their fuck. Fenrir gathered her in his arms as he rolled over onto his back, not wanting to pull out of her tight hot tunnel quite yet. She y content in his arms as they both recovered, Fenrir's hands gently caressing her body, running up and down her sides, stroking her hair, even rubbing at the knots of muscle in her back to loosen them.

  Soon, however, Fenrir sat up and peeled Katari off of him. She gave a little moan of dissatisfaction, but obligingly stood and began to gather her armor together. She was almost through when she paused, idly fingering one of her scars and looking at Fenrir, though from the distant look in her eyes he judged she wasn't really seeing him.

  "What is it?" he asked.

  Katari jerked, then replied, a little reluctantly, "You called me beautiful earlier."

  Fenrir nodded. "So I did, and my opinion hasn't changed."

  "But..." She paused and took a breath. "Kira, Chellise, even Safara, they all have such fwless skin. My own skin is marked all over with my many failures. How can you see me and still think me beautiful?"

  "I don't view your scars as evidence of failures. I see them as lessons learned, and quite frankly, I don't find them off-putting in the slightest." Fenrir advanced to within arm's reach of Katari and raised a hand to trace one of her rger scars. She flinched back a little as though ashamed of his touch, but then submitted to it. "To me, these speak of experience, of many battles fought, of much pain experienced, withstood, and learned from. The young bear with no scars I have little fear of. The old bear who has many is the one I treat with caution and respect. And in a purely aesthetic sense, I quite like how they look on you. I do like the blemish-free skin of my succubi, but that does not mean I cannot find your body equally beautiful."

  She did not reply, but her fingers ran along one of the marks while her face spoke eloquently of how she was, perhaps for the first time in her life, seeing them in a new light. Fenrir gave her a moment to think it over, then said, "Come, let's return to the others. In my haste to rectify my neglect of you, I'm afraid I did not give any expnation, though I'm sure they were able to figure out the gist of the matter."

  Katari looked up. "What do you mean, my lord?"

  "Well, we made easily enough noise for anyone to deduce exactly what was going on in here, much less two succubi who are intimately familiar with all things sexual," Fenrir grinned.

  Katari's eyes widened, and she blushed.

  "Don't worry, none of them are in any position to judge you. In fact, I expect the most they'll be feeling towards you is envy. Now come."

  Katari dithered for a moment; she had yet to don anything other than her panties, but obediently followed with the rest of her clothing in her arms.

  When Fenrir stepped back into his room the first thing he was met with was the scent of arousal, and a gnce at the three occupants confirmed what his nose was already telling him. All three had gotten off at least one more time listening to his tryst with Katari, and as he had expected, there was no condemnation in any of the gnces that fell on the oni as she followed him into the room.

  On the contrary, Kira gave her a beaming smile and asked, "About time, right? So was it as good as you imagined?"

  Katari blushed for the umpteenth time that night and muttered, "It was, and better besides."

  "Totally worth the wait, right?" Chellise chimed in, bouncing a little in her seat. Katari just nodded, her eyes saying more than her mouth could on the subject.

  Fenrir took a seat next to Safara, who immediately leaned into him. She sniffed at him, then shivered. "You smell like sex."

  "Don't like it?" the direwolf asked.

  "No, I do. Too much; it's making me excited all over again."

  "Well, I'll clean up a bit before we go to sleep. But speaking of sex, you know all you have to do is ask, right? You've regained enough of your strength by now that if we take it easy, I don't see any harm in it."

  "I do want to, soon," she admitted, watching Katari try to deflect the deluge of questions coming from Chellise and Kira. "I kind of want you to take me roughly though, as if you're raping me. Ever since... Ever since I saw several human women who had been used as breeding stock for a den of goblins, I've had a fantasy about being raped by monsters. You're not a monster in that sense, of course, but you look monstrous enough, especially when you're angry."

  Fenrir pced an arm around her shoulders. "If you're sure that that's the way you want it. For rough sex, though, we'd better wait until you've recovered some more." A thought occurred to him, and he continued, "Are you sure it wouldn't bring up any bad memories from your imprisonment the past few weeks?"

  Safara shook her head. "He never raped me. When I first got here he tried, but I fought back. I hurt him too, and it made him angry. He swore that he'd make me beg him to fuck me. I would have eventually, I think, just to make the pain stop. But you got here first." She rested her head against Fenrir's chest. "And anyway, you're nothing like him."

  Fenrir's arm tightened a little around her, and they sat in affectionate silence, watching and listening to their three companions' conversation.