R&R

The portal spat them out into sunlight.

Real sunlight.

Not cotton-candy skies or syrup air. Just the harsh, dry brightness of Ikos, heat shimmering over the city as the portal collapsed behind them with a low hum. The plaza around the stabilizing gate buzzed with activity. Guild clerks rushed forward, scribes already taking notes as other adventurers staggered out of the dungeon looking exhausted, burned, or covered in frosting.

Alice inhaled deeply.

“Gods,” she said, eyes half-closing. “Air that doesn’t smell like sugar.”

Nell stepped out behind her, looking pale but relieved. “I never thought I’d miss dust this much.”

A voice cut through the crowd.

“There you are.”

Jen pushed through the adventurers first, arms crossed, her expression already sour. Mako followed just behind her, looking more tired than angry, eyes scanning the group like she was counting limbs.

“You disappeared,” Jen snapped immediately, stopping a few steps away. “Again.”

Alice blinked. “Uh…hi to you too.”

Jen jabbed a finger toward the portal. “You were the one who rushed in after the clown thing. Then the dungeon split everyone up. Whole place turns into a war zone and we’re scattered across a nightmare worse then candyland because someone can’t slow down for five fucking seconds.”

Alice stared at her.

“Wow,” she said after a beat. “That’s an impressive amount of blame to assign to me.”

Jen scoffed. “You always say that.”

Alice just waved a hand dismissively, already turning away. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll add ‘personally responsible for dungeon laws to my resume, I'm sure dice will be thrilled to have one less job to do.”

Jen looked like she wanted to keep arguing.

But Alice wasn’t engaging.

She just stretched her arms overhead, joints popping after hours of combat and adrenaline. “We survived. The city survived. Phase two cleared.”

Mako stepped forward, gently placing a hand on Jen’s shoulder before the argument could escalate. “Let it go,” she said quietly. “Everyone made it back.”

Jen huffed but didn’t push further.

Nell slipped away toward a guild clerk, clearly eager to be anywhere else.

Alice turned to say something to Nia

and paused.

Nia hadn’t said a word since stepping through the portal.

She stood half a step behind Alice, posture straight, hands resting loosely at her sides. Her face was calm.

Too calm.

Alice knew that look.

It was the kind of stillness that came right before something violent happened.

“Nia?” Alice asked softly.

Nia’s eyes flicked toward Jen for the briefest moment.

Just a glance.

But there was something sharp in it. Cold. Calculating.

Then she looked back at Alice.

Her voice, when it came, was perfectly even.

“I’m fine.”

Alice didn’t believe that for a second.

The plaza outside the dungeon gate was chaos.

Adventurers stumbling out. Guild clerks shouting questions. Healers weaving through the crowd looking for the worst injuries. Vendors already trying to sell water to people who had just survived a war.

Alice scanned the crowd.

Then she froze.

“…Mom?”

Across the plaza, Maria was wrapped around someone in a crushing hug.

At first Alice couldn’t even tell who it was because Maria was crying hard enough that her shoulders shook. The person in her arms looked… confused. One arm awkwardly half-raised like they didn’t know whether to hug back or gently escape.

Jolie.

Alice blinked.

Her brain took a second to catch up.

“…Why is my mom hugging Jolie?”

She walked over slowly, still trying to piece together the scene. Nia followed a step behind, silent and watchful.

“Uh,” Alice said cautiously as she approached. “Hi.”

Maria turned.

Her eyes were red.

Before Alice could say anything else

Maria grabbed her.

Alice was yanked into a full-force bear hug that lifted her slightly off the ground.

“YOU’RE ALIVE,” Maria sobbed.

“Mom !” Alice wheezed as her ribs compressed. “Air air is good ”

Maria squeezed her harder for one more second before finally setting her down.

Jolie hovered nearby, still looking unbelievably awkward.

Alice rubbed her ribs. “Okay… what’s going on?”

Maria sniffed hard, wiping at her eyes with the back of her sleeve. Then she grabbed Jolie again and pulled her close like she was afraid she might vanish.

“It’s Jolie,” Maria said thickly.

Alice blinked. “…Yes?”

“She’s Sarah’s daughter.”

Alice opened her mouth to ask

Jolie cut in immediately. “I don’t really know my mom.”

She sounded uncomfortable, almost defensive. “She died when I was really little.”

Maria turned toward her, gripping her shoulders with trembling hands.

“Sarah was my sister,” Maria said softly.

Alice went still.

“Not just my sister,” Maria continued. “My twin.”

That landed like a stone in water.

Jolie stared at her.

Alice stared at Jolie.

“…Wait,” Alice said slowly.

Maria nodded, eyes shining again.

“She moved away years ago,” Maria said. “Different guild, different city. We kept in contact for a while but one day they stopped.” Her voice wavered. “The last thing I ever heard was that she died in a dungeon break.”

Jolie swallowed.

“I thought…” Maria continued, voice cracking, “I thought that was the end of it. I had no idea she had a kido. I had no idea you survived.”

She pulled Jolie into another tight hug.

This time Jolie awkwardly patted her back.

“I uh okay,” Jolie said, looking over Maria’s shoulder helplessly.

Her eyes locked with Alice.

Help.

Alice raised her hands in surrender.

“I’m just as confused as you are.”

Maria finally released Jolie, though she kept one hand firmly on her shoulder.

“You’re family,” Maria said, voice soft but firm. “Which means you’re staying. No arguments.”

Jolie blinked.

“I what?”

Maria pointed to a nearby table like a general issuing orders.

“Sit.”

Both girls obeyed on instinct.

Maria pulled a chair close and sat across from them, still emotional but trying to compose herself.

Alice leaned back in her chair, watching the two of them.

Her brain was still trying to catch up.

My mom has... well had a twin.

She studied Jolie more closely now that the shock had worn off a little.

And the resemblance hit her like a brick.

Oh.

Oh wow.

Jolie had the same soft, round tits as mom. Same expressive eyebrows. Same way her shoulders curved when she was sitting awkwardly. Even the way she giggled looked familiar.

And then there was the rest of it.

Alice’s eyes drifted downward for half a second before she quickly looked back up.

Okay wow.

Both Maria and Jolie had the exact same body type.

Curvy. Soft. full on bimbo.

Alice quietly crossed her arms over her chest.

Unfair.

She was happy with her evolution. Really. The Bapholilim change had done wonders for her proportions. Before that she’d been… well…

Flat.

Like, aggressively flat.

Her old A-cup chest had been the kind that made guys think she was a femboy, which wouldn't be so bad if they hadn't immediately lost interest after she explained otherwise.

Thankfully now she was a solid double D.

Which, to be fair, was a massive improvement.

But sitting across from Maria and Jolie at the same table made it painfully obvious she was still losing out on the family genetics.

Still, she thought, I’ll take it.

She tuned back into the conversation

Just in time to realize she had missed an alarming amount of it.

“… and of course you’ll stay with me for a while,” Maria was saying firmly.

Jolie blinked. “Wait what?”

“You can’t just wander off now,” Maria continued like this was the most obvious thing in the world. “Alice moved out already. I have the room.”

Alice blinked.

Wait what.

Maria continued talking.

“And if Sarah was my sister then you’re family. Which means you’re not sleeping in some guild bunkhouse or whatever nonsense you were planning.”

Jolie opened her mouth.

Closed it.

Opened it again.

“…I wasn’t planning anything,” she admitted.

“Good,” Maria said decisively.

Alice sat there for a second, realizing the conversation had somehow fast-forwarded to the point where Maria had apparently adopted Jolie.

Okay.

Sure.

She rubbed her temple.

I missed like half that discussion.

Across the table, Jolie finally seemed to recover enough to ask something.

“…Where’s Leo?” she asked.

Alice’s stomach dropped.

Oh no.

That was not a conversation she wanted to have.

(So funny story, my girlfriend murdered him and then I ate his corrupted soul.)

Yeah. No.

Alice opened her mouth, desperately trying to invent a lie that didn’t sound completely insane

A raindrop hit her nose.

Then another.

Within seconds the sky opened.

Heavy desert rain began pouring into the plaza, people scrambling for awnings and cover as the sudden downpour hammered the stone.

Nia moved instantly.

She grabbed Alice’s wrist and pulled her up.

“Rain,” Nia said quickly. “We should go.”

Alice blinked. “What ?”

“Our apartment is closer,” Nia continued, already steering her away from the table. “You’re still injured.”

Alice glanced back at Maria and Jolie.

Maria was already pulling Jolie under a canopy, still mid-conversation.

“…We’ll talk later!” Alice called.

Jolie waved awkwardly through the rain.

Maria waved back enthusiastically.

Then Nia tugged harder and Alice let herself be pulled away, hooves splashing through shallow puddles as they hurried down the street toward their apartment.

Behind them, Maria and Jolie were left under the awning together.

Alice glanced sideways at Nia as they ran.

Rain hammered the streets of Ikos in thick silver sheets.

For a city built in the desert, the sound felt almost foreign.

Nia didn’t slow.

The moment they cleared the plaza she simply bent down and scooped Alice up into her arms.

Alice yelped in surprise as the world tilted.

“Nia !”

But Nia was already moving, boots splashing through puddles as she rushed down the street with Alice held securely against her chest.

The rain hit Nia’s back instead of Alice.

Alice blinked.

Then relaxed almost immediately, curling instinctively into the warmth of Nia’s arms.

(Oh.)

(Okay this is actually really nice.)

Rain was rare in Ikos.

Most people hated it.

Alice absolutely loved it.

The smell alone made her happy. That rich dusty scent when the first drops hit warm stone and sand. The air cooling. The city breathing for a moment.

She inhaled deeply.

(Yep.)

(Best smell in the world.)

Her cheek rested against Nia’s chest as they ran.

(well second best smell.)

Alice glanced down for a moment.

(…Still a little smaller than most girls around here.)

She tried not to think about it too hard.

Double D was perfectly respectable.

Objectively good even.

But Ikos had a lot of… enthusiastic body types walking around.

Maria.

Jolie.

Alice quietly pressed her face into Nia’s chest again.

(Well.)

(These ones are my girlfriend’s boobs.)

(So technically I win.)

Her tail flicked once in quiet satisfaction.

They reached the apartment building a moment later.

Nia kicked the door open with her hip and stepped inside, rainwater dripping off her shoulders onto the stone floor.

The interior was warm and dry, lantern light glowing softly along the walls.

Behind the front desk sat the apartment building owner.

Tara Knight.

She was lounging comfortably in her chair with one boot up on the counter and a mug of coffee in her hand like she’d been watching the storm roll in for entertainment.

Her eyes drifted over as the door slammed open.

She took in the sight of Nia standing in the entryway soaking wet while carrying Alice like a princess.

One eyebrow lifted.

“Well,” Tara said casually. “That’s one way to come home.”

Alice blinked up at her.

(Oh right.)

(We live here now.)

Nia finally slowed, still holding Alice protectively as rainwater dripped from her onto the floor.

Tara took a sip from her mug, entirely unbothered.

“Dungeon run go well?” she asked.

Alice hesitated.

(Define well.)

The heat started where Nia’s arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against her chest. It spread slowly at first, then all at once, like stepping into a furnace. Steam curled off Alice’s damp hair where it brushed against Nia’s skin, thin wisps rising between them.

“…it went great,” Nia said lightly.

Her chin rested on top of Alice’s head like it belonged there. Her grip tightened just enough to be noticeable, not painful, but firm. Possessive.

Alice let out a small breath, her shoulders relaxing despite herself.

(…why does this feel so good…)

Across the table, Tara leaned back in her chair and snorted. “Jesus. You weren’t kidding.”

Alice blinked. “What?”

Tara gestured lazily at her. “You. You’re literally steaming.”

Alice paused, then glanced down at herself. Right. That. Her cheeks flushed faintly as she noticed the thin trails of rain turned steam still rising off her skin, little flickers of pink heat dancing and fading along her shoulders.

Tara grinned wider. “Damn. You really are hot.”

Alice groaned. “Please don’t say it like that.”

“I’m serious,” Tara laughed. “I’ve seen fire mages run colder than you. You could probably boil water just by standing there.”

Alice muttered under her breath, “Not helping.”

Behind her, Nia’s arm tightened again.

Tara leaned forward slightly, resting her chin in her hand, eyes glinting with amusement. “Shame, though,” she added casually. “Already taken.”

Alice frowned. “What?”

“My nephew,” Tara said with a shrug. “You’d like him. Big "personality". Strong. Bit of a menace. Real "fiery" type.”

Alice tilted her head, confused. “Okay…?”

(Why does that feel like a setup.)

Tara smirked. “Think you two would’ve gotten along great.”

Alice snorted. “Yeah, well, a bit late for that.”

“Mm,” Tara hummed. “Real shame.”

Nia’s arm locked around her, pulling her fully back against her body. Alice’s breath hitched as her spine pressed flush against Nia’s chest, completely enveloped in that overwhelming warmth.

“Mine,mine,mine,mine,mine,” Nia continuously whispered under her breath.

It wasn’t loud. No one else reacted. But Alice heard it.

Felt it.

Heard the shift in her breathing, heavier now, sharper.

Alice swallowed. “…Nia?”

No answer. Just heat.

Then Nia moved.

One second Alice was sitting. The next, the world tilted sharply as she was lifted clean off her chair.

“Nia ?!”

Her arms shifted automatically, one under her knees, the other bracing against Nia’s shoulder as she was pulled into a secure bridal carry. It was effortless. Controlled.

Alice grabbed onto her instinctively, eyes wide. “W-wait !”

“Later,” Nia said flatly.

She didn’t slow down. Didn’t look back. Just turned and started walking.

Tara burst out laughing behind them. “Ohhh Good luck girly!”

Alice’s face burned. “Nia !” she hissed under her breath. “People are watching!”

“They can watch,” Nia replied.

Her voice was calm.

Too calm.

Her grip tightened again, just slightly, enough to remind Alice exactly how little say she had in this moment.

“It was a joke,” Alice tried quietly.

“I know.”

“Then why are you ”

“You’re mine.”

Alice’s breath caught, her tail curling instinctively around Nia’s arm as they moved through the halls, faint steam still trailing off her skin.

“…okay,” she said softly.

Nia adjusted her hold, pulling her closer against her chest as they reached the stairs. “Good,” she murmured.

Then she carried her upstairs without another word.

Nia didn’t slow down.

She couldn’t.

By the time the door slammed open, she was already breathing too fast, already slipping. The wood cracked against the wall with a sharp, splintering crack, but she didn’t react. The moment the door shut behind them, something in her snapped completely.

There was no outside anymore.

No guild. No city. No people.

Just Alice.

She moved like something feral, Alice barely had time to register the motion before her back hit the couch, breath knocked from her lungs in a soft, startled gasp.

Nia followed immediately.

Her hand slammed against the back of the couch hard enough to crack the frame under the force, the other gripping Alice’s waist so tight it hurt.

“Alice ”

Then she kissed her.

Desperate. Wet. Uneven. Her lips dragged across Alice’s neck like she didn’t know where to start, like she was trying to memorize her all at once before something could take her away again. Her breath came in sharp, uneven bursts, every inhale hitching, every exhale shaking.

Nia's huge 16inch demonic ripped neon red horse cock burst out of her bikini like a rocket.

“Mine mine mine ” she whispered into her skin, the words spilling over each other, faster and faster, like if she stopped saying it, it would stop being true. “You’re mine you’re mine you’re mine ”

Her hands tightened.

Her body pressed closer.

Like she was trying to disappear into her.

Alice’s breath hitched hard, heat flaring instinctively under her skin, pink flames flickering weakly along her shoulders in response. Her body wanted her cock. Reacted to it immediately, instinctively, like it always did with Nia.

(…I want this…)

That part was real.

But the rest

Was wrong.

Her hands came up, catching Nia’s arm, fingers tightening just enough to interrupt.

“Nia.”

It wasn’t loud.

But it cut.

Through everything.

Nia stopped.

Like a switch had been flipped.

Her lips hovered just above Alice’s neck, breath still hot, still shaking, her entire body locked in place like something waiting for permission to move again.

“…what?” she asked.

The word came out wrong.

Too quick. Too thin. Like she already knew something was wrong and just didn’t know how bad yet.

Alice swallowed, her grip tightening slightly without meaning to. “I ”

She hesitated.

And Nia reacted to it immediately.

Her pupils shrank.

Her breath stuttered.

Something sharp and panicked flashed across her face before Alice had even finished speaking.

“I’m sorry.”

Nia jerked back like she’d been burned.

Actually recoiled.

Hands loosening instantly, like she’d just realized she’d been holding too tight and it might have already been too much.

“What ?” she started, too fast, words tripping over each other. “No, no, you don’t have to what did I ?”

“I don’t feel comfortable right now.”

Nia stopped again.

The heat rolling off her didn’t disappear, but it lost direction, bleeding outward instead of focusing, like everything inside her had suddenly lost its target.

“I want you,” Alice added quickly, the words rushing now, trying to fix something before it broke. “I do. I really do.”

Her tail curled tightly against the couch, tension bleeding through every inch of her. “But not like this. Not right now.”

Nia stared at her.

Processing.

Failing to process.

Trying again.

Alice forced the rest out before she could stop herself. “Not after everything. Not after Leo.”

That did it.

Nia flinched hard enough to be visible.

Like the word itself had hit her.

And then

She unraveled.

“I ” Her voice cracked again, worse now, rough and uneven like it couldn’t decide whether to come out at all. “I’m sorry.”

It came out fast.

Then faster.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I didn’t mean to I didn’t I thought you were okay I thought you wanted I thought ” She choked on it, breath catching mid-sentence as everything collapsed in on itself. “I didn’t mean to push I didn’t mean to ”

Her hands hovered in the air, twitching slightly, like she wanted to touch her again but didn’t know if she was allowed to anymore.

Like touching her might break something permanently.

“I won’t do that again,” she said quickly, almost tripping over the words. “I won’t I won’t I won’t ”

Her voice dropped suddenly.

Too quiet.

“I’ll be good.”

That one slipped out before she could stop it.

Her eyes widened slightly like she hadn’t meant to say that part out loud.

“I’ll I’ll do whatever you want,” she continued, faster now, more desperate, trying to cover it. “Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it I won’t push I won’t ”

Her voice shook.

“Just don’t ”

She swallowed hard.

“Don’t leave.”

That one hurt.

Alice felt it in her chest immediately, sharp and heavy.

Nia’s gaze snapped back up to her face, frantic now, searching, scanning every tiny movement like she was trying to read the future.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she said, quieter, almost pleading now. “Please don’t look like you’re pulling away.”

Alice blinked. “Like what?”

“Like you’re already gone.”

That hit harder than anything else she’d said.

Alice moved without thinking, pushing herself up just enough to catch Nia’s wrist, grounding her before she could spiral any further.

“I’m not,” she said firmly.

Nia froze again.

“I’m not pulling away,” Alice repeated, softer this time, steady, deliberate. “I just need a second to breathe.”

Her thumb brushed slowly over Nia’s wrist, a small, grounding motion. “I still love you. That didn’t change.”

Nia’s eyes flickered rapidly across her face, searching, searching, searching, like she didn’t trust the words unless she could see them somewhere.

“…really?” she asked.

It came out small.

Too small.

Like she was bracing for the answer to hurt.

Alice didn’t hesitate.

“Yes.”

That word landed.

And Nia latched onto it immediately.

You could see it happen.

Her shoulders dropped just slightly, breath catching as if she’d been holding it for too long.

“I just…” Alice exhaled slowly, tension finally bleeding out of her shoulders. “I need time. That’s all. Things are messy right now.”

Nia nodded.

Once.

Too fast.

Like she was afraid if she didn’t agree immediately, it would be taken back.

“Okay,” she said quickly. “Okay, I can do that. I can I can wait.”

Her voice was still shaking.

But she held there.

Barely.

Nia's body moved before her brain could catch up.

One second she was standing there, staring at Alice with that desperate, fragile need written across every inch of her face.

The next

She was stumbling backward.

Fast.

Too fast.

"I'll I'll be right back "

The words came out strangled, half-choked, like she barely had enough air to push them out. Her hands twitched at her sides, fingers curling and uncurling rapidly as heat surged violently through her entire body.

Alice blinked, confused. "Nia ?"

But she was already moving.

Practically running.

Her bare feet hit the floor hard enough to leave small cracks in the wood as she bolted toward the bathroom, shoulders hunched forward like something was physically dragging her.

The door slammed shut behind her.

Hard.

The lock clicked immediately after.

Then

Silence.

For exactly two seconds.

And then Nia collapsed against the door, breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps as her body gave up trying to pretend it was fine.

It wasn't fine.

She was burning.

Her cock throbbed so hard it hurt, the sixteen-inch length of glowing neon red demonic flesh pulsing violently with every frantic heartbeat. It jutted obscenely from her hips, too big, too thick, veins standing out starkly against the otherworldly crimson glow that shimmered across its surface like heat distortion.

Pre-cum dripped steadily from the flared tip, splattering onto the tile floor in thick, sticky strands.

She couldn't think.

Couldn't breathe properly.

All she could see was Alice.

Alice's face.

Alice's voice.

Alice saying she loved her.

(Mine mine mine mine mine )

Her hand shot down immediately, pale fingers wrapping tight around the base of her cock with a grip that bordered on painful. She didn't care.

Couldn't care.

She started stroking.

Fast.

Desperate.

Her hips jerked forward instinctively, thrusting into her own hand like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. The motion was frantic, uneven, her body moving on pure need rather than rhythm.

"Fuck "

The word slipped out broken, barely more than a gasp.

Her free hand slammed against the door behind her, claws digging into the wood hard enough to splinter it as she braced herself. Her legs shook, thighs trembling as she stroked faster, harder, her massive cock throbbing violently in her grip.

It wasn't enough.

It was never enough.

She squeezed tighter, stroking faster, her hand flying up and down the glowing length in rapid, jerking motions. Pre-cum coated her fingers, slicking the motion but doing nothing to ease the burning ache that consumed her entire body.

(Alice )

Her mind spiraled.

Images flashing too fast to control.

Alice beneath her.

Alice's voice saying her name.

Alice's body pressed against hers.

Alice saying she loved her.

(Mine )

"Mine," she whispered aloud, voice cracking. "Mine mine mine "

Her hips bucked harder, thrusting into her fist with increasing desperation. The wet, obscene sound of her stroking filled the small bathroom, mixing with her ragged breathing and the soft, broken whimpers she couldn't suppress.

She needed to cum.

Needed it so badly it hurt.

But she couldn't.

Her body was wound too tight, too frantic, too desperate for something her hand couldn't give her. The pleasure built and built, cresting toward release

And then stopped.

Stalled.

Refused to tip over.

"Fuck " she gasped again, louder this time, frustration bleeding into desperation. "Please "

She stroked faster.

Harder.

Her pale hand was a blur along her cock now, moving at speeds that would've been impossible for anyone without her inhuman strength. Her hips slammed forward with each stroke, thrusting into her grip like she was trying to fuck through it.

Sweat dripped down her face.

Her breath came in sharp, hitching gasps.

Her entire body trembled.

But she still couldn't cum.

(Why ?)

Her mind fragmented further.

Alice.

Always Alice.

Alice pulling away.

Alice saying she needed time.

Alice looking at her like she might leave.

(No no no no )

"Don't leave," she whispered frantically, eyes squeezed shut as her hand moved faster. "Don't leave don't leave don't leave "

Her voice broke on the words.

Her cock throbbed harder, pulsing violently in her grip as if responding to the sheer desperation in her voice. Pre-cum poured from the tip now, coating her hand, dripping onto the floor in thick puddles.

She was so close.

Right there.

Just needed

(Alice )

Her mind conjured the image immediately.

Alice beneath her.

Alice's body arching.

Alice moaning her name.

Alice saying she loved her.

(Mine )

Nia's entire body locked up.

Her hand squeezed painfully tight around her cock as her hips thrust forward one final time

And she came.

Hard.

Violently.

The first rope of cum erupted from her cock with enough force to splatter against the opposite wall, thick and glowing faintly pink. Her body convulsed, hips jerking erratically as orgasm finally tore through her.

But it didn't stop.

She kept cumming.

Load after load after load, each one as intense as the first, her cock pulsing in her grip as she emptied herself onto the bathroom floor. Her legs gave out halfway through, knees hitting the tile hard as she collapsed forward, still stroking desperately even as her body shook with the aftershocks.

"Alice " she gasped, voice wrecked. "Alice Alice Alice "

The name fell from her lips like a prayer.

Like an anchor.

Like the only thing keeping her from completely shattering.

Nia's hand didn't stop moving.

Couldn't stop.

Even as the orgasm tore through her, even as cum poured from her cock in thick, glowing streams, her mind was already spiraling toward the next fix.

It wasn't enough.

(Never enough )

Her free hand fumbled desperately at the small pouch tied to her hip the one she always kept close. Her fingers shook as she yanked it open, spilling its contents onto the bathroom floor with a sharp clatter.

Core Capsules.

Dozens of them.

Small, smooth, oval-shaped pills that glowed faintly in the dim light. Each one pulsed with a soft magical rhythm, containing living beings she'd captured or purchased from the guild .

Goblins.

Weak ones.

Easy prey.

But still alive.

Still aware.

Her breath hitched as she grabbed the first capsule, her cock still twitching in her other hand, half-hard despite the orgasm that had just wracked her body.

She didn't hesitate.

With trembling fingers, she pressed the capsule against the flared tip of her cock.

The slit stretched.

Wider.

Too wide.

The capsule slipped inside with a wet, obscene squelch, disappearing into her cock slit as her cock swallowed it whole.

Nia gasped.

The sensation was immediate intense a sharp, burning pleasure that shot through her entire length as the capsule traveled down her shaft, pushed deeper by the contractions of her demonic flesh.

Inside the capsule, the goblin screamed.

It felt everything.

Every pulse.

Every squeeze.

Every inch of the journey as it was forced deeper into Nia's cock, swallowed alive by the glowing red length.

Nia's hips jerked forward involuntarily, her hand resuming its frantic stroking as the capsule disappeared completely, sinking into her balls with a heavy, satisfying weight.

One down.

She grabbed another.

Then another.

Then three more at once.

Her slit stretched impossibly wide as she forced them in, one after another, her cock swallowing capsule after capsule in rapid succession. The wet, slick sounds of insertion filled the bathroom, mixing with her ragged breathing and the desperate whimpers spilling from her lips.

"More " she gasped, voice breaking. "More more more "

Her balls swelled visibly with each capsule she devoured, growing heavier, fuller, packed with squirming, living prey that would soon melt down into nothing but fuel for her next orgasm.

She didn't care about them.

Didn't think about them.

All she cared about was the sensation the way her cock throbbed harder with each one she consumed, the way her balls churned and pulsed with heat as they broke down the capsules and digested the goblins inside.

Her hand moved faster.

Stroking harder.

Her hips thrust violently into her grip as she shoved more capsules down her slit, forcing them deeper, packing herself full until her cock ached from the sheer volume.

Twenty capsules.

Thirty.

Forty.

Her balls hung obscenely heavy now, swollen as they churned with liquefied goblin remains. The magical digestion process was fast brutal reducing the creatures inside to nothing but thick, creamy cum in a matter of seconds.

And still she kept going.

Her other hand scrambled for more capsules, shoving them into her cock three or four at a time now, her slit gaping wide as she stuffed herself beyond capacity.

"Alice " she whimpered, tears streaming down her face as she stroked desperately. "Alice Alice Alice "

Her mind was gone.

Completely shattered.

All that remained was need.

Burning, frantic, all-consuming need.

Finally

She couldn't take it anymore.

Her body seized.

Her hand clamped down hard around her cock as her hips bucked forward one last time

And she erupted.

The first shot hit the opposite wall with enough force to crack the tile, a massive rope of thick, glowing pink cum that splattered across the surface in heavy streaks.

But she wasn't aiming at the wall anymore.

Nia spun, stumbling toward the bathtub, her cock still pulsing violently as she braced herself against the edge and aimed downward.

The second shot filled the bottom of the tub instantly, a literal liter of demonic cum pouring from her cock in one continuous stream. Then another. Then another.

She came and came and came, each orgasm stronger than the last, her balls contracting violently as they expelled load after massive load into the tub below.

The cum was thick.

Creamy.

Glowing faintly with residual magical energy from the digested goblins.

It piled up rapidly, filling the tub inch by inch as Nia's body convulsed with each release.

"Fuck " she gasped, barely able to stand. "Fuck fuck fuck "

Her legs gave out.

She collapsed against the edge of the tub, still cumming, her cock twitching and pulsing as it emptied the last of its contents into the rapidly filling tube.

By the time it stopped

The tub was overflowing with bunny jizz.

Thick, glowing pink cum sloshed gently against the porcelain sides, steam rising faintly from its surface.

Nia slumped forward, breathing hard, her entire body trembling with exhaustion.

Her cock finally softened, slipping free from her grip and resting limply against her thigh.

For a long moment, she just sat there.

Staring blankly at the cum-filled tub.

Her mind slowly piecing itself back together.

(Alice.)

The thought surfaced weakly.

Guilt followed immediately.

She'd just

She'd just done that while Alice was waiting in the other room.

Her hands shook.

"…fuck," she whispered.

Needed to get herself together.

Needed to go back to Alice and pretend everything was fine.

But as she looked down at the tub at the sheer volume of bunny batter she'd just produced

Nia stared at the bathtub like it wasn’t real.

For a few seconds, her brain refused to process what she was looking at. The surface shifted slowly, thick and creamy jizz, faint steam curling upward in lazy spirals that felt completely disconnected from the violence that had just created it. Her breathing came in short, uneven bursts, chest rising too fast, too shallow, like her body hadn’t gotten the message that it was supposed to calm down now.

“…no,” she whispered, but there was no conviction behind it. The word just slipped out, hollow and useless.

Her eyes moved across the surface, tracking the sheer volume, the way it clung to the porcelain, the way it sloshed slightly. Her stomach twisted. Something cold and heavy settled in her chest as her thoughts began to catch up all at once, too fast, too loud.

The capsules.

Her hand twitched instinctively toward her hip before stopping halfway. Empty. Of course it was empty. She already knew that. She didn’t need to check.

(…no no no )

Her breath hitched sharply as her mind tried to rewind, tried to count, tried to piece together something that would make this smaller, more manageable, less real.

It didn’t work.

“…how many…”

The words barely made it out. Her voice cracked around them, thin and strained. She swallowed hard, staring at the tub like it might answer her.

Twenty.

Thirty.

More.

Way more.

Her fingers curled into her palms, nails digging in hard enough to hurt, grounding herself in something physical as the realization hit harder with each passing second.

“…I lost count.”

That was the worst part.

Not that she’d done it.

Not even how many.

That she hadn’t cared enough to count.

The silence stretched for a moment, heavy and suffocating, until it was broken by a soft chime that felt completely out of place. Bright. Cheerful. Wrong.

The system panel slid into existence in front of her vision.

TITLE ACQUIRED: Goblin Slayer.

Nia didn’t react at first. She just stared at the words, her expression blank, her breathing still uneven as the rest of the message scrolled into place.

Condition met: eliminate over one hundred goblins in a single fight. All attacks against goblins are now guaranteed critical hits. Goblins will naturally fear you.

Then Dice spoke.

“Oh wow. Look at you go.”

The tone was light. Amused. Pleased.

“Triple digits in one sitting? That’s not hunting, sweetheart, that’s slaughter.”

Nia’s jaw tightened.

“Honestly, I’m impressed. Most people need a battlefield for that kind of body count. You just needed… privacy.”

Her breathing hitched again.

“Also,”

Dice continued, almost conversationally,

“they were definitely aware the whole time.”

Something inside her snapped.

“Shut up,” Nia whispered, but it came out weak, almost drowned out by the pounding of her own heartbeat.

The panel didn’t disappear.

Dice didn’t stop.

“Anyway, congratulations on the title. Very on-brand for you.”

“Shut up,” she repeated, louder this time, her voice shaking as her hand slammed into the wall beside her hard enough to sting. “Shut up!”

The panel flickered once, then vanished, leaving her alone again.

Alone with the silence.

Alone with the aftermath.

Her chest heaved as the words echoed in her head, refusing to settle, refusing to fade.

(They were aware )

Her stomach lurched violently, nausea clawing its way up her throat. She turned away from the tub so fast she nearly slipped, one hand catching the counter to steady herself as she squeezed her eyes shut.

“No no, I didn’t I wasn’t ”

But she had been.

And she knew it.

Her hands trembled harder, fingers curling and uncurling like she didn’t know what to do with them.

Alice.

The thought hit her like a physical blow.

Alice was right outside.

Waiting.

Her breath stuttered as guilt crashed down all at once, sharp and suffocating. She couldn’t go out there like this. Couldn’t look at her. Couldn’t explain. Couldn’t even begin to put words to what she’d just done.

(…I can’t )

Her body moved before the thought finished forming.

She grabbed the nearest towel without really looking at it, dragging it over herself in hurried, uneven motions before stumbling toward the door. Her steps were unsteady, her head still spinning, her thoughts refusing to settle into anything coherent.

She just needed to move.

Needed to get out.

Needed to

The door opened too fast, slamming into the wall again as she stepped out into the main room.

Alice was there.

On the couch.

Waiting.

Nia froze for half a second.

Just long enough for it to hurt.

Her chest tightened painfully, something in her twisting at the sight, at the normalcy of it, at the fact that Alice was just sitting there like nothing had happened while everything inside Nia felt like it was falling apart.

“I ”

The word came out broken.

Incomplete.

She couldn’t finish it.

Couldn’t explain.

Couldn’t even start.

So she didn’t.

She turned and ran.

The door slammed behind her hard enough to shake the frame, her footsteps echoing down the hall as she moved without direction, without a plan, just putting as much distance as possible between herself and what she’d just done.

Between herself and Alice.

The apartment fell quiet again.

Alice stared at the door for a moment, her brows knitting slightly as the silence settled in. The warmth from earlier was already fading.

“…Nia?”

No response.

Just the echo of her leaving.

Alice’s fingers curled slightly against the fabric of the couch, her chest tightening as a quiet, unwelcome thought crept in.

(…did I do something wrong?)

She looked down at her hands, then back at the door.

Alice stood there for a moment longer, staring at the closed bathroom door.

Something was wrong.

She could feel it.

The way Nia had bolted, the sharp edge of panic in her voice, the way she'd looked at her before running

It didn't sit right.

Alice pushed herself off the couch slowly, her tail swishing once behind her as she moved toward the bathroom. She hesitated at the door, hand hovering over the handle.

And then

She smelled it.

Her body reacted before her mind could catch up.

The scent hit her like a physical force, thick and heavy and impossibly sweet. It curled through the air, wrapping around her senses and pulling tight. Her pupils dilated immediately, her breathing quickening as heat surged through her body in an instant.

(What ?)

Her hand gripped the door handle.

Turned it.

Pushed.

The door swung open slowly.

And Alice froze.

The bathroom was a wreck.

Cum.

Everywhere.

Splattered across the walls in thick, creamy streaks. Pooled on the floor in heavy puddles that shimmered faintly under the dim light. And the bathtub

The bathtub was full.

Overflowing.

A literal sea of thick, creamy jizz that sloshed gently against the porcelain sides, steam rising lazily from its surface.

Alice's breath caught.

Her body moved on instinct.

One step forward.

Then another.

Her knees hit the floor before she even realized she'd dropped, her hands pressing into the tile as she leaned forward, drawn in by the scent that consumed every rational thought she had.

She couldn't stop herself.

Her tongue darted out, pressing against the cool tile, licking up a thick streak of cum that had pooled near her hand.

The taste exploded across her senses.

Sweet.

Rich.

Intoxicating.

Her eyes rolled back slightly as a soft moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she licked again, dragging her tongue across the floor like an animal, desperate for more.

(More )

She didn't care.

Didn't think.

Just moved from puddle to puddle, lapping up every drop she could reach, her breathing ragged and uneven as her body responded violently to the sheer volume of demonic essence coating the room.

Her cock throbbed painfully already leaking, but she ignored it.

All she cared about was the taste.

The overwhelming, mind-breaking sweetness that made everything else disappear.

Finally

She reached the tub.

Alice stared at it for a long moment, her chest heaving, her entire body trembling with need.

So much.

Too much.

She couldn't

(Yes.)

Her hands gripped the edge of the tub as she pulled herself up, swinging one leg over the side before lowering herself in.

The cum was warm.

Thick.

It clung to her skin immediately, coating her thighs, her waist, rising up to her chest as she sank deeper into the tub. The sensation was overwhelming slick and heavy and impossibly intimate, like being wrapped in liquid heat.

Alice gasped, her back arching as her body reacted violently to the contact.

Her hand shot down immediately, pulling aside her portal panties, fingers wrapping around her cock as she started stroking frantically, the other hand diving between her legs to rub desperately at her dripping pussy.

"Fuck " she gasped, voice breaking. "Fuck fuck fuck "

She couldn't stop.

Couldn't think.

Her hips bucked into her grip as she brought a handful of cum to her lips, swallowing it greedily before scooping up more, then more, drinking it down like she'd been starving.

Each mouthful sent another wave of pleasure crashing through her, her body shaking as she pleasured herself frantically in the tub, surrounded by Nia's jizz.

Her cock throbbed violently in her grip, pulsing as her orgasm built rapidly, too fast, too intense

She came.

Hard.

But the cum that erupted from her cock disappeared instantly into the tub, swallowed up by the sheer volume already surrounding her. She couldn't even see it. Couldn't feel it beyond the brief pulse of release.

It was nothing.

Insignificant.

Inferior.

The realization hit her like a punch to the gut, and instead of shame, it sent another jolt of arousal straight through her core.

(She's so much more )

Alice moaned loudly, her hand never stopping, stroking herself frantically even as her orgasm faded, chasing the next one immediately.

She came again.

And again.

Each time disappearing into the sea of Nia's cum, erased, consumed, made irrelevant by the sheer magnitude of what surrounded her.

And she loved it.

Loved how small it made her feel.

Loved how inferior.

Loved knowing that Nia had done this produced this much while thinking about her.

"Nia " she gasped, voice wrecked. "Fuck Nia "

Her body convulsed again, another orgasm tearing through her as she swallowed another mouthful of cum, her mind completely gone, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being surrounded, consumed, claimed by Nia's essence.

She didn't know how long she stayed there.

Didn't care.

All that mattered was the taste.

The heat.

The feeling of being utterly, completely dominated by someone who wasn't even in the room.

By the time she finally stopped

Her body was trembling.

Exhausted.

Satisfied.

Alice slumped back against the edge of the tub, breathing hard, her entire body coated in thick layers of cum that clung to her skin like a second layer.

Her mind was hazy.

Foggy.

But underneath the exhaustion, there was something else.

Hunger.

Still hungry.

Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips, tasting the jizz there. The sweetness exploded across her senses again, and her body reacted immediately another shiver running down her spine, heat pooling low in her belly despite how many times she'd already come.

(More )

The thought was instinctive.

Primal.

Her hand lifted slowly, trembling slightly as she brought it to her mouth. Her tongue traced along her palm, licking up the thick layer of cum coating her skin. The taste made her moan softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused entirely on the sensation.

She kept going.

Slowly.

Methodically.

Her tongue dragged across her wrist, then up her forearm, following every streak, every drop, cleaning herself with the same single-minded focus she'd had licking the floor.

Her other arm.

Then her shoulders.

Her neck.

She twisted slightly, bending forward as she licked down her chest, her tongue tracing the curve of her breasts, circling her nipples before moving lower. The cum was everywhere between her fingers, under her nails, coating her stomach in a thick, glistening layer.

She didn't stop.

Couldn't stop.

her elastic trait letting her bend in ways that shouldn't have been possible as she curled forward, her tongue reaching lower, tracing down her stomach, past her navel, following the trail of cum that pooled between her thighs.

Her breath hitched as she bent further, her tongue finally reaching her own pussy.

The taste was different here.

Mixed.

Nia's cum blended with her own arousal, creating something even more intoxicating.

Alice moaned against herself, her tongue working slowly, carefully, lapping up every drop that clung to her folds. Her hips twitched involuntarily, another wave of heat rolling through her as she tasted herself, tasted Nia, tasted the combination of both.

She stayed there for a long moment.

Cleaning herself thoroughly.

Until there was nothing left.

Finally, she pulled back, breathing hard again, her body trembling with renewed arousal despite the exhaustion weighing on her limbs.

But she wasn't done.

The tub was still had a lot left.

Alice looked down at the sea of cum surrounding her, her reflection distorted in the thick, creamy surface.

(Can't waste it )

The thought came unbidden.

Immediate.

She leaned forward, dipping her head down, and started drinking directly from the tub.

Mouthful after mouthful.

Her throat worked frantically, swallowing load after load as she drank deeply, desperately, like she'd been dying of thirst. The level in the tub started dropping slowly inch by inch as she consumed it.

It took time.

A long time.

But she didn't stop.

Didn't slow down.

When drinking became too slow, she started scooping it up with her hands again, bringing it to her lips in thick handfuls, licking her fingers clean before diving back in for more.

The tub emptied gradually.

The thick layer coating the sides slowly disappearing as Alice worked her way around the edges, her tongue dragging across the porcelain, cleaning every last trace.

When the tub was finally empty

She climbed out.

Unsteady.

Legs shaking.

But she wasn't finished.

The floor.

The walls.

There was still so much left.

Alice dropped back to her hands and knees, crawling across the tile, her tongue dragging across every puddle, every streak, every drop that had splattered.

She cleaned the floor first.

Methodically.

Section by section.

Her tongue pressed flat against the tile, licking up the thick pools that had collected in the grooves, following the trails that had run toward the drain.

Then the walls.

She stood slowly, using the counter for balance as she leaned in, her tongue tracing the splatter patterns that had hit the tile, following each streak from top to bottom until it was gone.

The mirror.

The sink.

The counter.

Nothing was left untouched.

By the time she finished

The bathroom was spotless.

Not a single drop remained.

Alice stood in the center of the room, breathing hard, her entire body trembling with exhaustion. Her stomach felt Swollen heavy full packed with more cum than should have been physically possible.

But she'd done it.

Cleaned everything.

She looked at her reflection in the now-clean mirror.

Her face was flushed.

Her eyes glassy.

She looked wrecked.

Satisfied.

And still thinking about Nia.

(…I need to find her.)

The thought surfaced weakly through the haze.

Nia had run.

Something was wrong.

Alice needed to

Her legs gave out.

She caught herself against the counter, barely managing to stay upright as the exhaustion finally caught up with her.

(…maybe in a minute.)

She slid down slowly, sitting on the cool tile floor, her back against the tub as she tried to catch her breath.

Just a minute.

Then she'd find Nia.

Then she'd make sure everything was okay.

Just…

A minute.

Her eyes drifted closed.