An oni council, and succubus breakfasts

Sataareth approached the council hall, still trying to shake the sleep-fog from his mind. The signal gong had called him from his sleeping furs a full two hours before sunrise, and he had fought longer than most others in the battle of the previous day. The clan was losing more of their fighters with each battle, and Sataareth knew, as did many others, that it was now only a matter of time.

He banished the dark thoughts as he took his seat in the second circle. In front of him, in the first circle, the clan elders and the chief were sitting, waiting. None looked as though they had had more than an hour's sleep; the precarious situation the village now found itself in must be weighing heavily upon them as well. Sataareth glanced back over the circles behind him. Among the warrior circles there were many empty spaces, a silent reminder of those who had fallen in defense of the clan. A part of his mind wondered idly how much more time would pass before his place sat empty, and whether it would ever be filled again.

The clan-chief rose and stepped into the empty space before the fire, and the low murmuring that had pervaded the council hall died away. "Before our gates, our enemies of clan Kata have gathered to destroy us. They are not of sufficient strength to do this themselves, so they have formed an alliance with the honorless ones, clan Issala-Bas." He uttered the name as though it were a curse. "This you know already. You know also that despite the courageous defense of our warriors, we are being worn down and our defeat seems inevitable."

The clan-chief raised a hand to quiet the mutters that had arisen. "What you do not yet know, what I have gathered you here to tell you, is that late last night a sentry's attention was caught by a stone which had been tossed over the palisade. Around this stone was wrapped a message." He raised a slightly wrinkled piece of paper, and read aloud.

To the chief of clan Aqun,
My name is Fenrir. No doubt you recall that about a month ago a raiding party led by one Katari kor-Aqun returned without its original raid-chief, but instead with a small gift of weapons, food, and other supplies. This gift was returned in kind by yourself, along with an invitation to visit your village. I have now come to pay that visit.
Katari tells me that those now camped before your walls are your enemies, and that they have come to destroy you. For several reasons, I do not wish that to happen, so I shall join your fight until such time as they are **** to withdraw or are destroyed. Be of good cheer, and conserve your remaining strength as best you can. I look forward to the day we can meet face to face.
Fenrir

There was silence after the chief ceased speaking, then slowly murmurs swelled again. The chief allowed it for the count of a minute, then raised a hand for silence again. "The elders and I have been in council to decide what ought to be done about this message, if anything. As many of you have already realized, it could be a ruse of our enemies. Sataareth, you have met the one who claims to have penned this note. What are your thoughts?"

A little surprised to be addressed so suddenly by the clan-chief, Sataareth took a moment to find his feet. Even once standing, he did not immediately speak, wishing to be sure of his answer. "May I see the message?" he asked after a moment.

The chief handed it to him in silence. Sataareth read it through twice, lingering on several passages. Eventually he lifted his eyes again. "I cannot tell you for certain that this is not a ruse, nor did I speak at length with the wolf-creature that calls himself Fenrir, but there are certain things which lead me to believe the note genuine."

Murmurings again erupted, but this time quieted after several heartbeats without the need for a signal. The chief's eyes flickered towards a point in the outer circles, then back to Sataareth. "Continue."

"This passage, that speaks of lending his assistance to us. There is no mention of possible defeat; it is as though it had never occurred to him. This confidence is very like that which I saw in the warrior which met and matched the White Tigress in combat. But there is no arrogance in it, and that also is very like him. There are passages which speak of the gifts which were exchanged, and I do not see how clan Kata could have come to know of that. The message does not order any specific strategies either, so as a ruse I cannot see what it could be intended to accomplish."

The clan-chief nodded. "Do you believe this Fenrir would ally with clan Kata and Issala-Bas?"

Sataareth shook his head. "I do not. He seemed an honorable individual, and furthermore, this passage seems to indicate that he heeds the White Tigress' council. I cannot say for certain, but I do not believe he would both take council of Katari and ally with our and her enemies."

The chief nodded to him, and recognizing the dismissal, Sataareth took his seat again. There was another long moment of silence, then one of the elders stood, his movements slow but his back still strong and straight. "Whether this is a ruse or not need not be determined now. This Fenrir says he will aid us in our fight; we must simply wait and watch to see whether he keeps his word. Until then we continue as we have been doing. Whether we live or die, if we do so with honor, we may join our ancestors with heads held high."

A murmur of approval rose, and the elder took his seat again. The clan-chief raised his eyes to the warrior circles and beyond. "Is there any who has anything to add?"

There was something of a scuffle towards the back, in the Unproven circle, but no one rose. Through the shadows, Sataareth was just able to make out three half-grown boys, two holding the third back as they whispered between themselves. The chief chose to ignore them, saying, "Then this meeting is adjourned. Warriors, get what rest you can. You may be called to fight again today."

Rising, Sataareth joined the stream of oni making for the exit to the council hall. If he went back to his tent now, he might still be able to catch another hour of sleep before he was called to the defense. Just outside the hall, however, his plans were changed. Beside the main concourse stood Asaara, tall, slim, and lithe. Her straight brows were furrowed in worry, a worry which did not ease when she spotted him.

"It is early for a full council," she said when he reached her. Even with the circumstances which surrounded them, Sataareth found himself being momentarily distracted by her wonderfully low voice.

"Yes," he answered, though perhaps a little late. "You did not attend?"

She shook her head. "I had my duties to attend to."

"Ah." Of course. Asaara would have been needed in the healing tents. It was unlikely that she had gotten even as much sleep as himself. "There was a message delivered in the night, signed by the wolf-creature I told you of. In it, he promised his aid against clan Kata and clan Issala-Bas. The council was called to discuss what should be done about it."

Asaara looked up at him. "What was decided?"

"That we should wait and watch. He did not ask anything of us, other than that we should try to preserve our strength. If it is a ruse by our enemies, it is a long one, and in truth I believe it to be genuine. But the days to come should tell the tale."

"I hope your wolf-creature acts with haste. We are nearly out of feverfew, and most of our other herb stores do not fare much better. With no way to gather more, caring for the wounded is becoming difficult."

Sataareth nodded as, the path now being mostly empty, they turned onto it and started down through the village. "Our food stores are also low. I have heard we may not have enough to last out the week, even with the rationing."

Asaara was about to answer when a youth streaked up the path, shouting, "Clear the way! Message for the chief!" Sataareth leaped aside just in time to avoid a collision, wondering at the boy's speed. Clearly something of import had occurred. Glancing down at Asaara, he saw she had come to the same conclusion, and as one they hurried in the direction from which the messenger had come.

Down at the main gate there was a gathering crowd. Taking Asaara by the waist, Sataareth lifted her to the lowest platform on one of the lookout towers and swung himself to her side. She wasted no time in climbing to the second platform, and he followed close on her heels. From here they could just see over the palisade into the camp of the besiegers.

There was much activity in the enemy camp, fires blazing and shouting so loud it was audible even across the distance between them and Sataareth. He could not tell what exactly it was that was happening, but that there was dissent among the enemy was obvious enough. He was just wondering if this might be the work of the wolf Fenrir when Asaara spoke.

"It seems your wolf-creature does work with speed."

Sataareth shrugged. "He is not mine, nor do we know that it was he who caused this."

She gave him a sidelong glance that carried a hint of amusement. "Do not try to tell me you do not think this is related to the message that was received last night."

He shrugged his shoulders again, smiling in turn. "Thinking and knowing are not the same thing."

Asaara just hummed in reply, her eyes once more fixed on the commotion in the camp.

Fenrir rose with the sun despite having been up half the night before, but even so he was too late to witness the first effects of his earlier work. Immediately upon awakening he made for the lookout point, finding both Nelith and Katari already there and watching the enemy camp below.

"What have you seen so far?" he asked.

"Morning, Chief," Nelith replied. "They were almost at each other's throats when they first discovered whatever it was you did. They've mostly calmed down now, but the leaders of both clans are still in that tent." She pointed out a tent a little larger than most of the rest. "They've been in there for hours now."

"Clan Aqun stands ready to defend," Katari spoke up, "but the invaders have made no move to attack yet. They are not even preparing to do so."

Fenrir scanned over the enemy camp. It was true; while some of the warriors had taken it upon themselves to be ready for battle, there did not seem to be any concerted preparations in progress. "Good, helping clan Aqun avoid bleeding any more of their strength is a priority. If we can ensure that these other two are too busy with their own affairs to focus on the village, it'll go a long way towards keeping them in fighting shape."

They watched for a while longer, but when nothing new developed Fenrir turned back towards camp with Nelith. It being Katari's turn to keep watch, she settled in against a tree where she could keep an eye on any developments below, her copy of the mana telegraph ready in her lap.

As Fenrir slid down the faint trail into the ravine, his thoughts lingered on the magic circle. 'Shame we weren't able to improve it; even just adding a vibration function when a message is being received would have been useful. It's not as simple as just slapping an extra rune onto the circle, though, since every rune interacts with every other rune somehow. It's like a balancing act, except not only am I blind drunk, I'm also in a wind tunnel and someone's messing around with the laws of gravity at the same time.

'I really hope the Ancient Dungeon Core is able to help me, not to mention disposed to do so, because I'm starting to despair of ever figuring it out on my own.' He had continued his studies on runeworking with Safara whenever he had been able to grab a free hour or two, but progress on his true goal had remained elusive. 'I half dismissed Safara's reactions when we first made the mana telegraph, but now I think I get why she was so over the moon about it. It really was a major achievement, or maybe something a bit closer to a miracle. Was that another instance of divine meddling?'

He pulled himself from his thoughts as they approached the fire. Koreen was just stirring in her blankets, stretching and letting out a cute little squeak as she yawned.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Nelith teased as she took a seat on her own bedroll, reaching over to flick Koreen's forehead.

"Get off," Koreen mumbled, batting at the air in an attempt to fend off Nelith's attack.

Fenrir grinned as he took his own seat, pulling out some leftover meat from the previous evening's meal and readying it to be warmed over the still hot coals. The scent made Koreen wrinkle her nose and try to retreat deeper into her blankets, but Nelith was having none of that. Taking advantage of a gap near the bottom of Koreen's bedroll, she crawled inside headfirst, and while Fenrir couldn't see what she was doing down there, he wasn't left long to wonder as Koreen's eyes shot open and she jolted as though struck by lightning.

A moan fell from her lips and she squirmed under her sister-succubus' ****. Nelith had no intention of letting up, however, and Fenrir was treated to a delightful sideshow as his breakfast warmed. Almost too delightful a show, really; he nearly burned his food due to the distraction provided by Nelith's swaying ass protruding from one end of the bedroll while Koreen's upper torso extended beyond the other, her ample chest rolling with her movements and the sweet music of her moans playing throughout the clearing.

The temptation to shift Nelith's dress aside and take her then and there was strong, and Fenrir had just about made up his mind to do it when the scent of burned meat jerked his attention back to the food. Clicking his tongue at his own distraction, he hastily pulled the meat off the fire, turning it over to check the damage. Thankfully it wasn't too bad, and a few surgical slices of his claws removed the charred bits.

He returned his attention to the succubi just in time to see Koreen stiffen as an orgasm rolled through her. She let out a satisfied sigh, and then a strangled squeak as Nelith continued her ministrations. "H-hey, w-wait, I'm too sensiti-ah!" Her head fell back and her hands came down to try to push Nelith away, to no apparent success.

'Fuck it, breakfast can wait,' Fenrir decided, and he moved around the fire to place himself behind Nelith, her heart shaped ass still bobbing enticingly as the succubus ate out her sister with gusto. Flipping aside her skirt was the work of but a moment due to the slits that ran up each side almost to the top of her hips, and as he had come to expect, she was wearing nothing underneath.

Her pussy was already wet enough to allow a bead of arousal to roll partially down the inside of her thigh, and assured by this that she was more than ready enough to accept him, Fenrir placed his cock at her entrance, and pushed.

A half muffled, thoroughly surprised moan emanated from under the blankets and Fenrir had to grab Nelith by the hips to keep her from collapsing forwards. He didn't stop feeding his cock into her, however, and after a beat Nelith pushed back, shifting her knees farther apart to help get him as deep as possible. Beyond her, Koreen relaxed, panting; Fenrir adding himself to the party had for a moment managed to distract Nelith.

But only for a moment. By the time Fenrir had hilted himself in her sinfully tight pussy, Nelith was back to making Koreen writhe with pleasure. Now, however, there were two sets of moans to be heard in the ravine, though admittedly one was considerably more muffled than the other. The vibrations of Nelith's vocalizations were not going unfelt either, and Fenrir got to enjoy not only the view of Nelith's voluptuous ass jiggling under each impact of his hips but also the sight of Koreen squirming as Nelith demonstrated her oral expertise.

Fenrir sped his pace slightly, grunting as Nelith's pussy tightened around him in orgasm. He laid a slap on one jiggling cheek, forcing a moan out of Nelith that, despite being pretty well muffled due to both the blankets and Koreen's pussy, still could have put the most wanton whore to shame. Massaging the slightly reddened flesh, Fenrir's attention was drawn to the dark star just above her pussy.

'I've never fucked her ass yet,' he mused. 'Well, to be fair, I haven't fucked anyone in the ass besides Chellise.' Spanking the other asscheek and getting another whorish moan and a convulsion of her pussy for his trouble, Fenrir collected some of her juices on his thumb and pressed it into her asshole.

It was quite a bit for Nelith to take; due to his great size his thumb was larger in diameter than the average man's cock, but take it she did, and the sudden tightening of both her pussy and ass in another orgasm left no doubts as to how she felt about the sudden intrusion. Koreen's moans also jumped up another notch as Nelith's tongue redoubled its ****.

He was getting close himself, so Fenrir took it up another notch, now properly pounding Nelith's pussy. The slaps of flesh on flesh echoed around the clearing, melding with the moans of the two succubi and the occasional sharp crack whenever Fenrir could not resist giving the ass before him another slap. He was sorely tempted to knot Nelith, but then his eyes fell on Koreen, gasping and writhing in the throes of yet another orgasm. A glance at the sun assured him he still had time for another round. 'Sorry, Nelith,' he thought. 'Koreen's the one who gets to be my cockwarmer for this morning.'

Burying himself to the knot in his succubus' pussy, he let himself slip over the edge, bathing Nelith's womb in thick hot cum. She shuddered against him, her passage massaging his cock with all the fervor it could bring to bear. He had experienced it many times by this point, but the sensation of a succubus' pussy at the moment of ejaculation was still enough to leave him somewhat weak in the knees. They truly did live up to their reputations as pleasure demons.

Pulling free from Nelith, Fenrir reached down and finally lifted the blankets off of her. She blinked lazily up at him, a pleasure-drunk smile playing across her features. "You should do that more often, Chief. You just taking me without any warning like that was fucking hot."

He grinned back, smacking her ass again and rising to his feet. The entirety of her body jerked under the strike, and she let out another full-throated moan. Now with nothing to steady them, her hips tilted to gently fall into the tangle of blankets that had once been Koreen's bedroll. Fenrir left her there to enjoy her afterglow, setting his sights on the other succubus at the campfire.

Koreen shivered as his gaze fell on her and a conflicted look came into her eyes. There was an instant's pause, then, "You wanna fuck me too?" Her tone was challenging, almost biting, but the way her eyes fell and she bit her lip immediately after made Fenrir suspect that hadn't been what she had intended to say.

He raised an eyebrow. "You can do better than that."

Her gaze snapped back up to his. Or rather, it tried, but on the way she saw his cock looming over her, still hard and glistening with his and Nelith's combined fluids, and the sight thoroughly distracted her. Fenrir couldn't help but let out a smirk. It wasn't as if she was starved for cock; she had had a good fucking just the night before last, but the sight of his cock appeared to have much the same effect on his girls as a naked pair of tits had on a teenage boy, especially the younger succubi. It was an amusing sight to witness, not to mention immensely satisfying.

The lupine gave her several seconds to stare, but when it didn't seem as though she was going to snap herself out of it anytime soon, he snapped his fingers. "Hey, pay attention."

Nelith snorted from behind him. "Oh, she is. In fact, I think it's safe to say you have her undivided attention right now."

Fenrir gave an exaggerated sigh. "Getting fixated on the sight of my cock and paying attention to me aren't quite the same thing. But oh well." Reaching down, he grabbed Koreen by the back of the head and shoved her face up against his cock. She gave a full body shudder and her tongue immediately lashed out to taste the massive shaft currently dominating her personal space.

Within moments she was fellating his member as though she hadn't had cock in months, hot breath huffing out over his cock as she panted and licked in something not far from a frenzy.

Fenrir glanced back at Nelith. "Is it just me, or is she reacting a bit too strongly to be normal?"

Nelith shrugged. "Maybe you broke her brain a little back when you fucked her during the orgy? I mean, there's only so long that any succubus can pretend they don't want cock, especially one as magnificent~ as yours." She uttered the word as though it were a cock she was caressing with her tongue and Fenrir's shaft gave an involuntary twitch in response, something the red-skinned succubus was quick to note. A sly smirk came to her face, but she let it pass for the moment. "That or maybe watching you fuck me while I ate her out just really got her going."

"Hmm." Fenrir considered that for a moment, then shrugged himself. "Maybe so." Something to think about later; right now he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in that sweet pussy of hers and turn her into a living cocksleeve.

So he did. Abruptly lifting Koreen in his arms, he spun her around, passing his arms under her knees and around the back of her neck to suspend her in a full nelson. With his hands thus occupied, it was a little difficult to line himself up with her entrance, but Nelith was quick to lend a hand, holding his cock steady as he sank himself deep into Koreen's oh-so-tight and welcoming pussy.

She responded with an immediate orgasm, a drawn-out "Fuuuuck..." falling unrestrained from her lips. Fenrir groaned in turn when he felt not only the convulsions of her inner walls around him, but also a dexterous tongue bathing his knot and balls. It seemed Nelith was not content to remain a spectator.

Well, he wasn't about to complain. If Nelith wanted to worship his balls while he pounded her sister-succubus into a puddle, far be it from him to say no. He began to raise and lower Koreen almost lazily on his cock, bending his head to plunder her mouth with his tongue. She returned the kiss as best she was able, which even despite the fucking she was receiving was pretty good. Her tongue was a bit clumsier than usual, but she was still able to coordinate it well enough to fight Fenrir's for ownership of her mouth. He won, of course; that was inevitable simply due his tongue's greater strength and size, but she put up a creditable fight and as a reward Fenrir increased the pace of his hips.

Letting her mouth go, he swapped to nibbling at her pointed ears. These weren't nearly as sensitive as Lilli's, but she still shivered under the sensation and her pussy clamped down around him a little tighter.

By this point he was bludgeoning her lower lips with his knot, and he decided he had best seat it inside her before it became too large to fit past her labia. Stretchable as a succubus' pussy was, even they struggled to take something as large in diameter as that, and feeling a pussy squeeze his knot as he pumped it full to bursting of cum was an indescribable sensation, one he didn't want to chance missing out on.

Accordingly, he began to actively push Koreen down onto his cock, as opposed to simply letting gravity do the work of penetration. The extra **** made her eyes go wide and her legs flail in panic, but she was helpless. This realization made her cum again, moans and half articulated curses spilling from her lips even as her pussy clutched his cock and her juices drenched his knot, balls, and Nelith's face, who was still faithfully licking and sucking on the precious orbs.

Once Koreen came down from her latest peak, Fenrir renewed his efforts to knot her, and on the third thrust, probably due partially to the extra lubricant, he was finally able to stretch her lower lips wide and sink the hard bulb of flesh at the base of his shaft into her. Being stretched so thoroughly immediately shoved Koreen over another peak, one she was manifestly unprepared for.

Her entire body convulsed, her overloaded brain sending random disjointed signals to every corner of her nervous system as it tried to process what was happening in her cunt. But her pussy needed no direction on what to do; it squeezed, milked, and writhed around Fenrir like a thing possessed, begging him to fulfill its purpose and seed it deeply and thoroughly.

He could not have stopped himself had he tried. With a fervent groan that was half a growl his cum burst from his cock like a torrent, filling Koreen to capacity in bare moments. Nor did he stop there; forcing her ever harder down onto his cock, he swelled her stomach with his virility until she looked several months pregnant. Beneath him, through the breathless, half-choked cries of Koreen, he could hear Nelith moaning out her own orgasm as she wrapped an arm around one of his thighs for support.

It took several minutes for them all to settle. Once she got her breath back, Nelith reached up and reverently, almost chastely kissed where Koreen and Fenrir were joined. Then she immediately turned the caress into something far more salacious as she dragged her tongue along the seal, licking up what little cum had managed to **** its way through. Koreen whimpered at the overstimulation, her legs twitching uselessly.

Still breathing rather heavily, Fenrir sat back down at the campfire, finally letting Koreen's legs free from the full nelson. She was ****, something that didn't particularly surprise him considering what he had just done to her, but Nelith had no problems with filling the silence.

"Fuuuck, Chief, I'm never gonna get tired of watching you break a bitch with your cock. The only way it could've been better is if it was some uppity princess or knight, instead of Koreen," she half said, half moaned as she cuddled up beside him, being of course careful to ensure her breasts were pressed against his arm.

Fenrir grinned down at her. "Spoken like a true child of Carnachias."

To his surprise, a soft blush of genuine pleasure warmed Nelith's cheeks, and she all but hid her face against his bicep. "Y-You mean it? ...Thanks, Chief."

The lupine blinked down at her in bemusement. That had not been the reaction he had expected out of her. No further communication was forthcoming for the moment, however, so with a mental shrug he turned his attention back to his own breakfast ...and realized it had long gone cold.

'Of course.' With a small sigh, he set the meat to warm over the coals again. 'Well, at least I'm not in danger of getting bored while I wait.'

Quick chapter this time; I was inspired. Also, these fucking succubi (pun intended). I was going to have more story development in this chapter, but then Nelith gets it into her head that some cunnilingus is the best way to wake Koreen up and the next thing you know we've got a full twenty-four hundred word sex scene on our hands. Ah well, there's always next chapter.
I've also realized I've been spelling Katari's clan name wrong, so I've had to go back and correct myself. Aqun, not Akun. Gave me reason to be grateful for the find and replace function.
Also also, while writing the first half of the chapter, I did my best to make the 'voice' of the oni perspective distinct, in much the same way that I've been trying to make Katari's dialogue distinct. It's an interesting challenge; let me know how you feel I did with that. Not too much else to say about this one, so,
Enjoy!