Morning after

I woke up with a groan, as the alarm on the magic vision went off. It was a good thing that someone set that because I would have absolutely overslept.

It was seven thirty in the morning. My fight would be at ten and I felt like shit. Great.

Looking at the bed the scene of carnage was evident. All the girls where drenched in sweat and other liquids and mostly passed out. That is except for Femto who was still playing with a half conscious Fisti.

“Morning, Sir. Pretty rough night, eh?”, the devil asked with a perfect smile. In all honesty she didn't appear particularly weakened.

At any rate, I was more concerned with Fisti. The girl looked like she was at the brink of a mental breakdown. Femto busied herself by slowly stroking what looked like an absurdly engorged clit with her tail. Each time the tail completed one of the agonizing slow strokes Fisti responded with a soft moan.

“Shouldn’t we...”

“Don't you even dare”, Femto cut in sharply. ”She currently is the vessel for all my power. Make her cum now and you ruin everything.”

That was an interesting little tidbit. “So, that means, if she doesn't cum you wouldn't get your power back?”

Femto grinned at me. “Why, yes! That's one way of dealing with a devil. If you’re cool with her spending the rest of her life in constant unrelenting arousal, of course. Gonna call it, one more day of this and she goes cuckoo.”

I apologized to Fisti. “Please hold out a little longer. You can cum the moment my match is over.”

The girl mumbled something in response. I wasn’t sure she even understood me.

“Well...” Femto stretched herself with a pleasant moan and finally stopped tormenting Fisti for a bit. “I guess you could also just kill me and then release her.”

I could only shook my head at the notion. “I'm not that much of a scumbag.”

The devil chuckled at that. “I suppose this is why Bea likes you. Owning and corrupting something pure, I suppose you can at least see the appeal to it?”

I dismissed the nagging feeling that this might very well still all be a trap as I got up to take a quick shower. Hopefully this will get some energy back into this groggy body.

20 minutes later, I found a huge breakfast on the table and Aiju happily tearing into it. Cassandra looked much less energetic and contended herself with a cup of coffee.

“Morning, daddy.”

...

Uh, what?

Cassandra, very annoyed, rolled her eyes. “That order you gave me? Needed to call you something humiliating. Well, there you go, Daddy”, grumbled the huntress taking a sip. “Fuck, I want to curse you so bad, but I already feel like shit.”

I slowly took a seat and proceeded to get some food into me as well. “Fisti still asleep?” I glanced towards the naked moaning girl on the bed.

“I'm amazed as well”, admitted Cassandra. “No idea how the fuck she can sleep without ever getting to cum once, but whatever.”

That was probably for the best. I looked around. “Where's Femto?”

Aiju responded with a shrug while tearing into a croissant. “Don’t know. Devil girl was gone when woke up.”

Well, that wasn’t concerning at all. “I see”, I started nibbling on some bread as well. Not that I had much of an appetite.

“I'm more concerned about you, Daddy”, Cassandra stared at me. “Your fight is in less then two hours. How are you feeling?”

“Good”, I replied truthfully. “I just needed a shower. I'm ready to face her.”

“Mari won't lose”, Aiju proclaimed between bites. “Gonna beat witch girl!”

“He better. But I’m not holding my breath”, Cassandra growled, then yawned. “Ugh, might as well get some sleep in while I'm still free. Don't wake me until I’m a ****.”

“You are my ****, you know”, I pointed out.

“Don't remind me, Daddy”, she replied, while throwing herself on the bed next to Fisti, leaving me to grumble.

I know I should treat the slaver more harshly. But I certainly had other issues occupying my mind right now. And if this does all end in disaster, she deserves these last few hours of rest.

After I got dressed, it was already time to make my way over to the arena. Aiju wanted to accompany me this time and I certainly could use the moral support. After telling a very grumpy Cassandra to ensure that Fisti’s needs are taken care off, we headed out.

The catgirl whined a bit as we emerged out on the fighters way. It was raining today and quite hard at that, but I knew this wouldn't be an issue for the fight. The magic barrier above the arena would prevent any intrusions, even rain.

Well, apart from devils of course.

This time the waiting room was empty safe for security. Not too surprising, as I was to star in the very first match of the day. Despite that, the requirement was still for every combatant to show up one hour before their scheduled fight, which made the wait rather tedious. I was certainly happy that I took Aiju along. We spend the time with her sitting on my lap, while I tried my best to dry her fur. It was rather therapeutic.

Glancing out the viewing window, the bad weather did nothing to dissuade the fans. The stands where packed with spectators. A sea of umbrellas being the only difference to yesterday.

About half an hour passed before a girl and two men joined us. I remembered the girl from magic vision. Feena, the treasure hunter. She should be in the fight after me. The two burly, grizzled men at her side where clearly not participants. Bodyguards, I surmised.

The treasure hunter carried herself pretty well in these past two fights, using a clever combination of her whip and items to subdue her opponents. She reminded me a bit of Cassandra. A much nicer version of Cassandra.

If memory serves right, she is up against Sanakia, the girl knight. It should be a rather easy match up for the experienced treasure hunter, but for some reason Feena looked rather nervous.

Of course, I was hardly one to talk. Suffice to say I would much rather face Sanakia as my opponent today.

At any rate, these where all things that should not concern me. The time for the fight came, Aiju wished me luck and I stepped into the teleporter room.