Officework with a succubus, and Fenrir's guests

Fenrir placed the paper he was holding on the desk in front of him, and with a little sigh, picked up another from a stack set slightly off to one side. In the short time that he had spent in the capital, the succubi had dutifully found him an office and collated a comprehensive list of everything in the castle that wasn't the stonework itself. It being the morning after he had returned, he had decided now was a good time to look over the list to gain a more precise idea of what resources were available to him. It was dry reading, especially as he was taking the time to memorize the entire list, something that -while considerably easier than before he had received his new body- was still mind-numbing work.

He hadn't been left alone to accomplish this, though he wasn't certain it wouldn't have been easier to accomplish if he had been. The direwolf suppressed a groan and leaned back slightly to glance down between his legs, where Nelith knelt with her nose firmly pressed against his stomach, her throat stretched around his cock. She had at first been sitting beside him, helping him go through the list, but before long the siren call of his cock had become too much for her and she had slipped down to pursue her new favorite activity.

Not that he was complaining. She had so far been content just to enjoy him stretching out her throat and hadn't been moving too much, which left him enough concentration to be able to continue working, just with a constant undercurrent of pleasure running throughout. This was a welcome addition as he was quickly discovering he hated paperwork more than ever. Now that he had the capability, anything active was infinitely to be preferred.

His train of thought was interrupted when the door opened and Chellise stepped in, face flushed and still walking awkwardly. She came up to the opposite side of the massive desk and set the tray she was carrying down on it. Atop the tray was placed a tall pitcher filled with water and two glasses. "Lilli sent this up, Daddy. She thought you and Nelith might be getting thirsty."

"Thank you, Chellise. I could certainly use a drink." Pulling the tray towards him, Fenrir poured himself a glass of the cool water and downed it.

"Where is Nelith, by the way?"

Pouring himself a second glass, Fenrir motioned her around the desk, and Chellise's mouth fell open as she saw the older succubus' current position. "As you can see, Nelith was feeling a bit more hungry than thirsty."

Chellise made no reply, still staring at Nelith with unrestrained envy. A thought came to Fenrir, and taking Nelith's head in his hands, he began dragging her up and down his shaft. Instantly a moan vibrated through his cock and the dark-haired succubus shifted to try to give him as much room to work with as possible. She also stepped up her own game, swallowing each time her lips reached his base, then sucking hard as he dragged her back off of him.

He had already been simmering for nearly an hour under her ministrations, so his peak came quickly. Fenrir put the first few spurts directly into her stomach, but not forgetting his plan, he then pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained in Nelith's mouth and filled her cheeks to bursting, something which with her recently increased elasticity meant a good deal more than it had before.

"Don't swallow," he cautioned as he pulled himself entirely free from her mouth. A little cum escaped the corner of her mouth to run down her chin and fall onto one of her breasts, but she successfully contained most of it. "Now," he said as Nelith looked up at him in question, "Share all of that with Chellise with a kiss."

A devious light came into her eyes, and he was fairly certain that if Nelith had been able, she would have been smirking like a cheshire cat. For her part, Chellise's eyes widened and she hungrily presented herself for the kiss, but Nelith wasn't so eager that she couldn't take the time to play with the younger succubus a bit. Standing, she sauntered over to where Chellise stood a few paces away and taking a handful of her hair, pulled her head back to look up at her. Nelith stood a head taller than her sister-succubus, and she made full use of the height difference to drool a little cum across the several inches between their mouths, being sure to turn them so Fenrir had the best possible view.

Chellise accepted the little cum her mistress deigned to bestow on her with all eagerness, swallowing it almost reverently before opening her eyes again to beg wordlessly for the rest. With a side glance to ensure Fenrir was watching, Nelith gave it to her with an extremely sloppy kiss. Thick white semen dripped down both their chins, staining their clothing and spreading itself across their breasts and stomachs as they grinded against each other, the while they swapped Fenrir's cum back and forth in complete abandon.

Fenrir watched it all spellbound, reflecting that if he hadn't already been erect, this sight would have done it and then some. As it was, he was harder than diamonds, and a thick bead of his precum was already rolling down the outside of his shaft. 'I knew they'd make a good spectacle out of it, but I think I underestimated Nelith. Relatively young for a succubus or not, she's a past master in the art of seduction.'

It took them several minutes to break the kiss, but when they finally did, Chellise immediately started cleaning up Nelith with her tongue, moaning rapturously between swallows as she did so. The older succubus allowed it, turning a smirk on Fenrir that told him she knew exactly what effect her actions had had on him. An involuntary growl rumbled in his throat, causing her eyes to widen and a small shiver to run through her.

Fenrir waited until Chellise had cleaned the majority of his cum off Nelith, then said, "That's enough. Nelith, come here. Chellise, you can head back to Lilli and give her our thanks for her thoughtfulness."

"Daddy, can't I please-"

"No."

"Please, just once-"

"No. Consider this part of your punishment."

There was no appealing this argument, so Chellise reluctantly made her way to the door, glancing back once or twice as though hoping Fenrir would change his mind. He did not, however, and she soon disappeared into the corridor, one hand dropping to give a futile tug to her chastity belt as she crossed the threshold.

Fenrir turned his attention back to Nelith, who had been watching Chellise's exit with every indication of satisfaction. "Nelith, come here," he repeated in a tone that fairly dripped with the excess of his desire.

Nelith sauntered back over to him, her face bearing her most self-satisfied smirk yet. As she came within arm's reach, Fenrir took her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap. "You little minx."

"I live to please," Nelith replied impishly, grinding her pelvis against his erection as much as his grip on her hips allowed.

"There's a name for this, and it's called malicious compliance. You knew the reason I wanted you to give my cum to Chellise was to tease her, not me."

"I did, though. Chellise is so worked up right now that I bet she'd do literally anything just to be allowed to cum once."

"Uh-huh. And none of it was for my benefit specifically."

"I didn't say that."

"That's what I thought."

Without warning Fenrir stood up, all but throwing Nelith onto the desk. Papers scattered, but he paid them no heed. She let out a little squeal, half of surprise and half of delight, and immediately opened her legs to reveal a complete and utter lack of panties beneath her dress.

"Perhaps I ought to leave you to stew in your own arousal and go satisfy my lust with someone else," Fenrir suggested as he saw just how wet she was.

Nelith pouted, raising herself on her elbows. "Now that'd just be mean. I suck your cock for hours, get you off, put on a smoking hot show for you, and now you're threatening to punish me for it? I didn't think you were that cruel, Chief."

The direwolf snorted. "Fine then, let's see how well you deal with the fruits of your labor." He stepped forward to the edge of the desk, his balls slapping gently against Nelith's pussy as his cock reared itself above her like an angry red monolith.

Even as accustomed as she was to seeing it, Nelith still caught her breath at the sight of his shaft looming over her. "Fuuuck. I still can't believe I can actually take that whole thing. It's just so fucking big."

"Well, you're about to." Withdrawing slightly, Fenrir put the tip of his cock at the entrance to Nelith's pussy and pressed in with deliberate slowness. She took the first few inches easily, but her pussy provided greater resistance as his girth grew. He ignored it, driving in inexorably, placing his hands on Nelith's hips again to hold her in place when she began to slide across the desk under the **** of the penetration.

Her head fell back under the **** and her mouth opened in a long moan, but her legs came up to wrap themselves around his hips in an attempt to pull him even deeper. Not that she need have been concerned about that; Fenrir only stopped once his knot was brushing her lower lips. In a gentler mood he might have given her several seconds to become accustomed to the tree trunk she was now impaled on, but at the moment he only cared about satisfying his own lust. Accordingly, he withdrew immediately, sending her into paroxyms of pleasure, and slammed himself home again.

Her pussy reacted by going haywire, convulsing around his cock and drenching his knot and balls with feminine arousal. Ignoring this sign of Nelith's orgasm, he repeated the action, then again, quickly building up a rhythm of long, hard, bone-jarring strokes. With each impact of flesh on flesh, his knot was forcing the entrance to her pussy slightly wider open, and this time he was determined to give Nelith the full experience of being his cocksleeve.

Even through the deluge of ecstasy brought on by such rough sex, Nelith quickly cottoned on to what he was planning, and grabbing her ankles, she spread her legs as wide as she could. This proved to have been the last little bit needed to allow Fenrir's knot to finally pass between his succubus' lower lips and bury itself inside her now well-stretched passage. Nelith let out a sound not far short of a scream at the final intrusion and her entire body locked up in an intense orgasm, which made her lose her grip on her ankles.

Unconcerned, Fenrir caught her legs and lifted them to lie against one shoulder. Bringing her legs together like this had the enjoyable side effect of making her pussy even tighter, and while he was now restricted to short thrusts, it was a small price to pay for the delight of having his knot squeezed so pleasantly.

"Wait- wait," Nelith gasped between moans.

"No waiting. You made your bed, now you get to lie in it," Fenrir responded, and proceeded to hammer her even harder than before.

"Ahhh, fuuuuuck," she breathed, dropping her head back onto the desk in resignation and grabbing the edge of it in an attempt to brace herself.

Fenrir smirked as he watched her face. The cocky self-assuredness had long been banished, mostly replaced by raw pleasure. But what wasn't consumed by ecstasy expressed a hint of trepidation as Nelith realized just how much he had been holding back the previous times they had had sex, some awe of Fenrir as he now stood in her perception, and no small amount of simple innocent happiness that her body was able to pleasure her master so completely and so well, even if it was all she could do to simply stay afloat in the tsunami of pleasure he was visiting upon her. It was rare to see such an unguarded emotion on the succubus' face, and the sight of it softened Fenrir a little, though not enough to convince him to slow down any.

Despite his recent ejaculation into Nelith's mouth, the subsequent performance put on by her and Chellise and the sensation of actually getting to knot a pussy had his arousal quickly mounting to the point of no return again. As he approached his peak, his knot swelled still more, something Nelith could not help but notice.

"You're gonna cum soon, right? Please, cum inside me. Fill me up," she gasped out. Fenrir thought he detected a hint of relief, the implications of which amused him greatly, but he had every intention of granting her request. Indeed, it would have been nearly impossible to do otherwise as his knot was now too large to allow him to pull out even had he wanted to.

Slamming himself in to the last possible inch, repeatedly grinding his pubic bone against her clit, he filled Nelith with pulse after pulse of thick hot cum, quickly stuffing her beyond her natural capacity. But his knot would allow no backwash, and this time he had chosen not to limit his output. With nowhere to go, the semen swelled her belly, visibly growing before their eyes as Fenrir spent himself deep in the womb of his cocksleeve-turned-cumdump. Well, before his eyes, at least. Nelith was in no condition to watch what was happening to her; she was far too busy experiencing it.

She came together with him, her head thrown back and her pussy clenching almost painfully tight around his shaft, the while she screamed her delight to the heavens. Fenrir would not have been surprised to learn that everyone in the castle had heard that scream, but at the moment he was occupied with watching Nelith's stomach swelling with each new pulse of cum that filled her womb, her breasts heaving as she gasped for breath between exclamations of ecstasy, and her eyes rolling back in her head under the intensity of the sensations that were setting her every nerve ending alight.

When at length Fenrir stopped spurting, Nelith's stomach appeared heavily pregnant, and despite the heroic efforts of Fenrir's knot, the pressure of his cum was such that a little had managed to **** its way past and was now gently dripping from where they were joined. Nelith was still cumming, though not quite as hard as before, and her legs jerked a little against Fenrir's chest as her overloaded nervous system misfired.

Gathering her in his arms, Fenrir sat back down on his chair, a little heavily. That had taken a little more out of him than he had thought it would. 'Not as much as it did out of Nelith, though,' he thought with a smirk, looking down at her. Her eyes were still glassy, but there was some life returning to them, even if every movement either of them made threatened to make them roll back up again.

Fenrir swiveled her on his knot to sit with her back against his chest, which had the pleasurable side effect of forcing another small orgasm out of her, her pussy clenching around him yet again and forcing a grunt of pleasure from his lips. Gathering up what few papers had survived him dumping Nelith onto the desk, he resumed memorization, now with a somewhat different though no less pleasant distraction to vary the dullness of the task.

Nelith came to herself pretty quickly once she was no longer being assaulted with obscene amounts of pleasure, but she chose not to say anything. Instead, her hands caressed her inflated stomach in awe, then she simply leaned back against Fenrir, content to enjoy the moment -and the occasional aftershock of her many orgasms- in a peaceful silence.

Outside the door, Chellise got to her feet, one hand reaching out to the wall to steady herself. She really shouldn't have stayed to watch the sex. When Nelith had fed her Fenrir's cum with him sitting right there and watching all of it, she had thought she couldn't get any more turned on, but oh how wrong she was. There was no comparison between then and now. She barely dared to take a step for fear the shifting of the plugs inside her would push her over the edge. The temptation was there to do it and enjoy the orgasm despite the inevitable lengthening of her punishment, but then a horrible thought stopped her cold.

What if Daddy meant not to allow her to even touch his cock for as long as her punishment lasted? Hot as being fed secondhand was, it wasn't the same as getting it from the source. It lost something essential when it wasn't her that had coaxed the cum out. "Fuuuck," she breathed. "If this is a less severe punishment, what was he going to do to me before?"

Myrina slammed a fist into the bale of straw that was serving her for a training dummy. Even braced as it was, the impact shoved it back a foot. She stopped and glared at the imprint of her fist in the straw, aware that the blow would have been sufficient to shatter the ribs of most enemies.

Sadly, the problem she was now wrestling with could not be solved by so simple an expedient. 'What am I even doing here?' she asked herself, glancing up at the castle that loomed high above her.

Looking at it one way, the answer was easy. Look at it the other, and it was impossible to answer. The easy answer was that she wanted to know more about Fenrir and his followers. They had accepted her so easily even with her awkward manners and the fact she was a Light-race, and even despite their **** differences, none of them seemed to have much issue getting along. This was somehow due to Fenrir, she was positive, but she wasn't sure how he had managed it. He didn't seem to be forcing any of them into anything, they all just wanted to help him. Even the high elf, which was the greatest surprise of all.

The difficult answer centered around Fenrir himself. Several days had already passed since their ...moment in the bath, but she was no closer to sorting out her feelings on the subject. He had kissed her, and in it she had felt his hunger for her. There could be no mistake of that. So why had he stopped? And why was part of her relieved that he had? Sure, he was a Dark-race, but it wasn't as if anyone back home was likely to find out if she messed around with him a bit. Obviously nothing serious could come of it. Even if he hadn't been a Dark-race, he had an entire harem of succubi eager to jump his bones at the slightest provocation. It was a bit much to think he could want anything serious while he had that, but it still rankled. Why had he stopped?

A sickening thought struck her. What if the reason he had stopped was because she had disappointed him somehow? His succubi were all so beautiful, and the high elf was practically a goddess. Then there was her, a brute warrior. There was nothing soft or feminine about her. The familiar bitterness welled up inside her.

Always the loser, always second place.

Never good enough.

She went back to whaling on the bale of straw, trying to shove the thoughts down. But it was a futile effort. Had she been that bad at kissing? Or maybe she had just misread his hunger and it hadn't been lust for her specifically. 'Why the fuck do I even care? I gave up on all that ages ago.' And she had. But then hope, painful, poisonous hope had crept back in around the defenses she had so carefully set up to keep it out.

'He called me beautiful. Was that just a lie? Flattery?' It was hard to believe when she thought back to that conversation. His words had had the ring of truth to them. But then why hesitate in the bath? And why couldn't she decide whether or not she was glad he had? Sure, she couldn't expect anything more than a casual roll in the hay from him, but that was fine. Wasn't it?

She stopped dead as the truth burst in on her.

No.

It wasn't.

She didn't want just a roll in the hay with him. She wanted a relationship. All the fight went out of her as her shoulders slumped. There was no way she was ever going to win him with all the competition she had. Sure, maybe the succubi would be fine with just getting sex every now and then (though even that was a long shot considering how he treated Kira and her baby), but there was still the elf, the catfolk, the kitsune, and even the oni. And then the goblin he had brought back recently. Myrina had to admit she was about the cutest thing she had ever seen, Dark-race or not.

Every one of the women he had around him were overtly feminine. Curves, softness, refinement. Even Katari, despite her skill as a warrior, had lovely curves once out of her armor, and her mannerisms, while a bit odd, were nonetheless becoming in their own way. If his followers were any indication, he had a type, and it wasn't her. If she couldn't find any success among the men of her own people, who were actually into warrior women, what chance did she have with Fenrir?

Tsavani rose from her crouching position on the wall above the courtyard. The amazon below her was clearly struggling with some weighty problem, and she wasn't there to interfere. She stole away along the wall, picking her way through areas where it was falling apart. It gratified her that she had been able to remain unspotted even in broad daylight, even though some of its significance was stolen by how obviously distracted Myrina had been. She came to the half-destroyed tower at one end of the compound and with sure movements began to scale the outside. Its state of disrepair made the task laughably easy, and before long she came to a little room near the top which she had discovered just yesterday.

The only way into the room was through a hole in the outer wall due to half the tower having fallen in at some point, but there was still enough of a building left above her that there was no danger of the inside getting rained on. The same hole by which she entered, however, provided an excellent view of the mountains and even offered a glimpse at the flatlands far to the east. Within the room itself there was little left except a large plush armchair and a small table, both of which she had dusted off and dragged to where she could relax and look out of the hole in the wall. It was an excellent spot to escape from everyone, somewhere she could be alone with her thoughts. She liked the succubi, she really did, but every now and then she just wanted to be alone for a while.

Pulling Tessy from her pouch, she curled up on the chair with the battered old doll held close. Her thoughts wandered to the one who had given her back to her, as they often did these days. Everything about him was unbelievable. He was obviously dangerous, even a fool could see that, but at the same time she had never felt safer than when he was close. And she wasn't the only one who went to him for comfort either. How could a Dark-race so obviously created for war be so warm and loving?

Not that she really cared all that much about that. The part that got her was that he appeared willing to add her to his family. It was a dream come true, which made her immediately suspicious. Good things weren't just handed to you on a silver platter unless there was a hook, a hidden catch somewhere. She had learned that the hard way. But all his succubi seemed thrilled with him, with the exception of Koreen, who seemed to have the same problem with trusting the offer that Tsavani had, and Violetta, who she didn't quite know what to make of. Even Katari and the high elf Safara didn't seem to have any reservations whatsoever about him. What did it mean? Could he actually be what he seemed?

He hadn't made any overt advances, unless you counted the offer he had made several days ago, but she had noticed his gaze on her a couple times. He found her attractive, there was no doubt about that. After what had happened (she was very careful not to let herself remember it in detail), she was a little hesitant to give in to the desires he stirred in her, but he had promised to do his best to make sure she enjoyed it, and she didn't want to never be able to have sex again because of... Well, she didn't want to give those horrible people such power over her. No doubt they would take pleasure in having ruined sex for her if they knew about it.

She didn't really want kids, though. She wasn't ready for anything like that yet, and she wasn't convinced she ever would be. Several of his succubi were pregnant, so most likely he'd be able to impregnate her as well. Well, it would probably be okay; she'd just have to make sure he pulled out before he finished.

Her thoughts turned towards the future. Staying here for now was fine, but what about in the future? What was she going to do then? She had come with Fenrir on the pretense of having an escort to a point closer to her home, but... Did she really want to go home? She hadn't exactly left on the best of terms. And after ...what had happened, she didn't really have any place to belong to anymore. Her ears twitched as a snatch of distant laughter floated up to her. Well, she supposed she could do worse than staying here, at least for the present. No one seemed eager to kick her out, at any rate, and despite their lewdness the succubi were genuinely friendly and welcoming.

She hugged Tessy a little closer to her. Who knew? If he was everything he seemed to be, she might even have found a real home here. Time would tell.

Taking the robe that was extended to her, Saeko began to fold it with expert movements. It had been a long time since she had done laundry for someone else, even if the task was made a trivial one by the slime that occupied the space directly beside her. A slime that -if her companions were to be believed- was the offspring of Fenrir himself. It certainly wasn't a typical slime; even a cursory examination of its behavior was enough to establish that as fact. But then, very little was typical around him. Even the succubi behaved very differently from the few succubi she had previously met.

Her journey had certainly taken an unexpected turn, she reflected wryly. But this was far more important than her previous plans. Even discounting his unique appearance and abilities, Fenrir bore the traces of having been touched by powerful spirits, far more powerful than any Barbarian should be able to commune with. It was subtle, but she knew how to see the signs. She had been probing his followers for more details regarding his past, though with the utmost caution, and nothing of what she had heard had made her any more disposed to dismiss him as someone to keep a close eye on. On the contrary, with every new hint of his past deeds, she became more certain that if anything she had underestimated the danger he posed.

She accepted another article of clothing from the slime and began to fold it as well. This one, named Jello if she was not mistaken, seemed to be the most intelligent of the three, though she was not as yet certain of the limits of that intelligence. Certainly it knew enough to only absorb the dirt on the clothing and leave the fabric itself alone, making the arduous task of scrubbing clothing as easy as letting the sky-blue blob engulf it for several minutes. And it came out without a trace of moisture on it, which demonstrated impressive control on the part of the slime.

She glanced across the kitchen to where Lilli had just started on the noon meal. It was a bit unusual for a succubus to be so good at cooking, but not unheard of. What was unheard of was a pregnant succubus, but here was not only Lilli, but also Yumiko and Kira. And, allegedly, Aimi. She still wasn't sure whether to believe that Aimi had birthed the slimes. Kira's child made sense, even if the very fact that she had been able to conceive was astounding, but who had ever heard of a vertebrate creature birthing slimes? Yes, the larger and more developed ones would occasionally try to **** females, but that was only because they wanted to feed on their sexual fluids. Saeko had never heard of a female actually becoming pregnant from it.

Saeko brought her thoughts back to the pregnant succubi. There was no doubt that Penumbra was Kira's and Fenrir's child. She had assisted in the birth, after all, and the very look of the infant proclaimed the identity of her sire. And the behavior both parents exhibited was impossible to misinterpret, even if she had not had such positive proof elsewhere.

So she had an extremely intelligent, extremely dangerous, spirit-touched unknown species of Dark-race on her hands, who had displayed knowledge of things he could not reasonably have discovered from any normal source and of whose full capabilities and reach she was certain she was still ignorant. What was she to do with him? For now, at least, her road was clear enough; continue to observe him and attempt to worm her way deeper into his confidence. The day after he had returned there had been a meeting between him and the succubi, and while some of the results of that meeting were clear enough, it had also resulted in him making a trip to the capital to meet someone there; someone important, if she was interpreting the few words she had overheard on the subject correctly. If there was another such council, she needed to be trusted enough to be allowed to attend.

He seemed to respect her abilities. This made her job easier, but she had been considering bringing her womanly charm into play as well. He was a male, after all, and by the talk of his succubi seemed to have an insatiable libido. But unlike a minotaur or an incubus, he seemed to be capable of putting his baser needs aside and working towards a higher purpose, even despite the ready invitation of so many sex demons. This was yet another marker of how dangerous he truly was. Those with the capability of satisfying so many succubi at once were exceedingly few and far between, and of those few she knew of none which were interested in anything beyond the demands of their own libido. But not so Fenrir. She hadn't yet been able to discover the exact nature of it, but everything he did seemed to be contributing to a long-term plan, one his succubi trusted in as blindly as they trusted him.

Speaking of his succubi, they weren't all utterly vapid, libido-consumed creatures, as one might expect. Saeko glanced across the kitchen again as she placed another neatly folded article of clothing to one side. Two in particular, Lilli and Nelith, had impressed her with their sophistication and shrewdness respectively. But there was no doubt that both of them loved him, that they would fight to remain in his service. And she had felt the subtle pull of his personality herself. She wasn't certain what it meant, but it did not lessen her wariness.

He had somehow brought a high elf under his spell, those who of all races were the least likely to tolerate a Dark-race of any description. She had gotten a glimpse of the strange rune on the elf's chest, and had wondered whether he might have placed it there, but had not asked lest she raise suspicion. But regardless of whether he had, and regardless of whether that was how he controlled her, the mere fact that he had a high elf in his camp who was eager to serve him in whatever capacity he desired only further heightened the danger he posed.

It was this that made her hesitate. If she did attempt to seduce him, she felt it would be playing a very dangerous game. His strength of personality was such that she might well find herself seduced in turn. Already she could feel the little doubts which seemed to ask whether that would after all be such a very bad thing. After all, he treated his followers well and seemed to take great interest in ensuring their safety and happiness. But it could not be. She had a higher mission, one far larger than herself, and not even her life, much less her happiness, was an object in the face of that great cause.

Even if the one brush she had had with his more carnal side had her convinced that he would be far and away the best lay she had ever had.

I enjoyed writing this chapter. Getting a glimpse into the perspectives of Fenrir's three guests was fun, and hopefully illuminating. Chellise's punishment continues as well, and Fenrir discovers the difficulties (and pleasures) of trying to do paperwork with a succubus for an assistant.
The slimes just keep making themselves more and more useful. Fenrir definitely needs to start up a cleaning service, with his slimes as the cleaners. He'd stand to make a killing, if he could convince the general populace not to do the same to the slimes. I know I'd definitely go for a slime pet/all-purpose cleaning maid. Throw out the vacuum, the washer, the dryer, you don't need any of that anymore. Dishwasher too while you're at it, and why bother taking a shower when you can just have them clean the dirt off of you in a couple seconds? Heck, they don't even need all that much to eat, and they can eat pretty much anything. Even your trash, though you probably shouldn't feed them TOO much plastic. Just think of the cost savings! They'd be more than happy to help you out with your more licentious needs as well, so long as they get to eat the results. And on top of all that, they're cute and cuddly. Slimes op, pls nerf.
On a (slightly) more serious note, I do admit I'm curious to hear what you think about the looks we've been given at our three guests' perspectives, particularly Myrina and Saeko. It's the first time we've seen what Saeko's thinking, though we did know from God's Eye that she wasn't quite what she seemed.
Enjoy!