So you've got the sword, the girl and a license to adventure. Tomorrow. What happens tonight then?

As you return to Ixy's home you realise your human shaped ceiling installation has been tastefully removed and Almara is humming to herself, back turned and ass out as she cooks dinner in just that apron again. This is a sight you feel you will never tire of. The bit of sweat on her brow reminding you of something Ixy told you earlier.

Magic can be used to supplement one's day to day actions as normally as breathing so to see Almara sweat, even if so slightly means that she's cooking completely unassisted. Her happy humming as her wide hips sway from side to side, gently, it makes your heart grow as much as your dick. The way the strap of her apron falls of one shoulder as she vigorously stirs a pot with a smell that revitalizes you almost immediately. The firm muscle that gently contours her back under soft skin, red skin. You are reminded again, that you are looking at something not human, but something about the effort she puts into something as mundane as cooking in a world of magic...you feel something.

This entire time, Ixy is stripping down and raising an eyebrow at you, "Can't stop staring can you?"

You look at Ixy with a slick retort ready, but instead your thrown of by a surprised jolt from Almara.

"When did you two get here," she asks with a bout, "Sneaking in on your mother is bad luck young lady."

Ixy rolls her eyes, "Not my fault you get lost in your silly hobbies."

"Hobbies," you ask.

"Yeah, she-" Ixy starts before Almara cuts her off.

"Something's new, ahh, you got your weapon," she squeals and rushes over, the apron threatening to fail itself and Almara's limited modesty with every jiggly step.

As you are momentarily hypnotised by the motion of the mammaries the mature matron of mythical mothering eyes your hips for cleaner than expected intentions.

"So Chissy approves I take it, a sword is a classic," Almara taps her cheek, "Hopefully yours is a bit more fun than Ixy's bow."

"I mean, I think it's pretty-" you start, reaching to your waist, but you stop and do a double take between your hip and Almara as you see she is already holding your sword.

You intend to question her, but can't find the words you are again momentarily mesmerised as Almara licks your sword from blad tip to base hilt.

As your jaw dangles Almara smiles to herself, "Oooh, now that is some potent magic. Does it come with any tricks off the bat."

"Lady, keep licking and I'll do flips, spread butter and chop wood if you asked," Baroqua says is a lustful groan.

Almara's eyes light up, "Ohhh it speaks, it's been so long since I've seen one of these."

"Yeah, it's as perverted as it's wielder and makes a good case for tools being silent," Ixy interjects with a sigh and then looks at you.

"....what," you ask after a moment of staring.

"Ixy starts to walk to her room to put away her outside clothes, "Nothing, just look at a tool that should be silent."

You grimace as Almara laughs and hand you you sword, "I'm glad you two kids get along so well."

"You take your sword and grumble, mostly to yourself, "Like an evangelical preacher and embezzlement."

Almara gives you another of her patented giggles, "She's a little rough, but I can tell how much she likes you."

You give a smirk and then are reminded about something said earlier, "You said you saw talking sword before. Were you an adventurer?"

Almara gives a coy smile, a face that you think would lead to embarrassment, but she's too old for that... however old she is, "Something like that, now I'm just spending my time as an art prop."

"Art prop?"

Ixy walks back in and heads for the table, "She gets paid for "art students" to sit around ogling her while pretending to paint."

Almara pouts, "Hey, I'll have you know some of them have become well established."

"At drawing tits and ass," Ixy says as she sits at the dinner table and sniffs the air, "That brings back memories, been a while since you burned anything."

Almara disappears from in front of you in a flash of red light and you blink in confusion. What was that?

"No no no no, I got distracted," Almara sputters as she tries to recover, "I can save this, you kids sit down. Some lemon to offset the bitterness....."

It isn't much longer before Almara again presents you with an exquisitely made dish that just moments ago was on the verge of ruin. How she does it you wouldn't know. You have the culinary qualities of an eight grade public school student.

You engorge yourself on her delectable dinner and can't help, but ask, "How do you do this, like cook this good and you aren't even using magic right?"

You look to Almara who is holding her fork with both of her hands as she has a small smile on her. A smile that seems... tense?

Ixy seeing the look on her mother's face loudly places her fork on her empty plate, "Dinner was great mom, Duin get in some water and head to bed, we're leaving first thing in the morning. And no mom's cooking isn't coming with us."

"I mean, I was just-"

"Keep going and you won't get mom's breakfast pancakes," Ixy threatens. Threatens successfully as the only sound you make is your fork land on the dinner table as you head to the bathroom. Not as fast as Almara's movement, but not too shabby.

After you head out, towel wrapped around your waist you spot Almara in the hallway.

She steps towards you and gives you a kiss on the cheek that has actual red sparks flying, "Night sweetie, and don't worry. No matter what time Ixy tries to drag you out of here I'll make sure you have some of my special pancakes."

You relax and smile, you don't know what it is, succubi power or Almara's natural charisma, but the woman is able to calm you so easily. You can tell that you stepped on sensitive ground earlier and feel a bit guilty that you are the one being consoled. So you do the only thing you can think of if what this world has taught you means anything. You pull Almara into a hug and give her a quick peck on the lips, "Dinner was amazing, thank you."

Almara stares at you for a moment, blinking, "You've gotten the hang of following the flow of chaos."

After a bit more intimate staring Almara pulls away with a smile, "Get to bed, dear. Any longer and I can't be held responsible if you can't feel your legs later."

You smile, "Second time today a woman has threatened to crush my pelvis with a good time."

Almara giggles, "I can imagine, night sweetie."

You smile, "Night, Almara."

You head your separate ways as you return to Ixy's bedroom. Again, you're here first. You wonder how long you'll be accompanying Ixy. Is there a time you'll catch her in bed first? You muse your thoughts as you lay down. After some time the door opens and you are greeted by a familiar silhouette of loin lifting perfection. Completely naked this time, Ixy walks in and you drink in her form. More familiar, but no less enticing. Even in the darkness of the unlit bedroom her skin radiates a dull glow, almost inconsequential in any other setting and easy to miss. But with your entire focus on her, that red skin, those thighs, hips ass, her taught stomach and perky, modest breasts are the only thing on your mind. Slowly she walks to the bed, the sway of her hips rock, asymmetrically with the metronome of her tail and the moonlight from the window, cascades off the bed and touch her. First by the feet, then hips, then stomach as she stands by the bed.

Within arms reach you are frozen, by a slight nervousness that you can't explain as Ixy looks at you.

Placing her hands on your stomach Ixy vaults herself onto the bed, supporting herself with only her arms as she sits on your hips, your dick press down against you as the underside of your shaft rubs the warmth and warmness of Ixy's slit. You are both breathing heavily as you are at each other. This feels both sudden and expected after the previous nights of getting more comfortable. Yet things feels like they've rushed ahead. Ixy slowly slide further down your legs, biting her lip to restrain a moan as your cock glides against her nether lips until it has the space to stand fully and slaps against her stomach pulling a whimper from the red vixen. Her tail wags excitedly from left to right as Ixy reaches a hand to your shaft, grabbing it firmly, before becoming more gentle, "Tomorrow, we leave this place. We go through the forest, walk a little on the road many adventurers have been on and into the first town outside of this little village."

Ixy slowly pumps her hand up and down your length, it's unnaturally warm without being hot and her touch makes you feel like melting in the best way as she starts to twist her hand with her up and down movement. As your tip begins to leak precum down your shaft and meet her fingers you see a lustful glint in her eyes as her breathing becomes heavier. Her second hand joins the first, moving in time with the first pulling and handling you with an unnatural grace, gliding along your dick in a motion that makes both hands feel as one.

You groan and stare into her golden eyes, "And then, is that where things end for you and me?"

Ixy bites her bottom lip and jerks you harder, "After that....after that, mmmmnn. Focus on the now."

You groan as her hands become more intense along your shaft, squeezing you at the base of the shaft all the way up and twisting just under the crown, "Duin, tell me, what are you thinking about right now?"

You grunt as she continue to pleasure you but you can't look away from her, you don't want to, "A beautiful woman. Who's got me in the palm of her hand, literally. Who's been teasing me every moment since I got here."

Something about what you said clearly excited the lust demon as she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. You watch as a trail of wet, almost iridescent saliva drips from the tip of her tongue onto your member. Suddenly you feel not only increased wetness, but a bubbling warm spreading from your tip to base as her hands continue to move, spreading and coating your dick in her lust demon spit.

"Oh fuck," you groan and Ixy only responds by increasing the speed of her tugging, now clutching you harder, her natural lubricant making the rough handjob incredibly pleasurable.

It does't take much longer as the sight of the horny sex demon churning your cock is bringing you closer and closer and she knows it. Taking one hand and forming a ring with her middle finger and thumb, she forms a makeshift cockring around the base of your fuckstick and move her other hand upwards, focusing on just pleasuring the head. You groan as you feel your orgasm impeded but still building.

With a airy moan Ixy asks you, "Are you going to cum?"

You grit your teeth at the pleasure, "Fuck yes."

Her eyes narrow as she goes faster, "Tell me, who are you going to cum for? Who's gonna make you cum?"

You feel the pressure building as your cock throbs with need, "You, goddamn, Ixy, you gonna make me cum!"

Ixy let's out a moan and a shiver as she twirls her thumb around the head of your cock and release her fingers from the base. Just like that lord's lightening lashes between the neurons in your brain and cloud your vision as your heated load erupts from your cock and paints the red tart's stomach and hands. Ixy gasps and giggles as she feels the warm of your baby batter coat her. Shot after shot, each powerful. Four strong ropes of cum decorate her as she breathes heavily, eyelids fluttering as she looks at you hungrily. Then before your eyes Ixy's glows brighter and her skin seems to absorb your entire load save what she's scooped up on her finger.

As she closes her eyes and tastes your product her shoulders relax and she squeals, "Better than the fucking cake..."

"The ca-"

Before you even finish, Ixy, slightly twitching, falls against your chest and she nuzzles into your neck, "Sleep papi... we... tomorrow...camp... more."

You don't even get a retort in before the soothing sounds of gentle snoring reach your ear.

Still coming down from your orgasm, and the feeling of Ixy clutched to your body, naked. You start to react and again a familiar hardness awakens and pokes between Ixy's thighs.

She let's out a sleepy gasp as your renewed vigour lays under her slit, "Camp...tomorrow...please."

You don't know what she's talking about, but the closeness of Ixy, the moisture from her lips rubbing the underside of your shaft tempts you. You reach your hand down, clutching both of her ass cheeks, feeling the inviting flesh as your digits sink in. Even asleep Ixy moans invitingly and the haze in your mind makes the inevitable, well inevitable.

You think to yourself, follow chaos. But, wait, why ARE you in a haze. Post nut clarity is a think, where is it. Whatever you're feeling. It's not chaos. This. This isn't what you want to do. This is how you get an early game over in a Japanese RPG. Slowly the haze lifts as if whatever game it wants to play with you is lost and as you breathe clearly and deeply you move your hands up. Hugging Ixy's waist and planting a kiss on her head. Uncharacteristically sweet given your relationship so far, but that was chaos guiding you that time. You're sure of it.