Sylvia & Xara

Sylvia

The Axel Guild was packed shoulder to shoulder, though for once the usual rowdy din of drunk adventurers had been replaced by shrill cheers and the twinkle of idol music. The Axel Hearts had just finished their set on a makeshift stage near the quest board, a song set dedicated to the harem they’d joined, only for harem members. This meant the guild was full of only women, bar one.

Kazuma sat slumped at the counter, poking at his empty tankard while the audience gushed over the performers. Every table in the place seemed to have turned into a gossip circle about hair products, costumes, or the band’s “message of feminine unity.” The smell of perfume clung to the air, like a vice grip around his mood.

Sylvia was beside him, radiant as ever, enjoying the spectacle. She’d never really been one for gossip, and though she liked to take pride in her appearance she never really cared for discussing the ins-and-outs of how she did so. But she could appreciate the mood, the immaculate female vibe, especially when she felt so proud her monster girls were mingling with the crowd so well.

“Your makeup was so wonderful today!” said Luna, cleaning up a plate of food as she walked by the head performer.

“Thanks! I’ve been trying this new cream from the health shop in the Capital,” Lia chirped.

“I’ve been meaning to try that place! Is it really that good?” asked Kerebryl, flapping her wings a little too excitedly.

“I’ll take you along next time I go there!” beamed Lia, much to Kerebryl’s delight.

Nearby, Kazuma exhaled a long, hollow “Haa…” into his drink.

Sylvia tilted her head towards him. “Didn’t you enjoy the show, Kazuma?”

“Oh, I did! Totally! Super fun, super hot.” He swirled the ice in his glass, voice flattening. “I’ve just been feeling a little… weird lately.”

Sylvia blinked. “Weird how?”

“I dunno,” he said, staring off into the middle distance. “I guess… unmanly?”

There was a moment of quiet as Sylvia’s eyes tightened in confusion. “…Kazuma, you have sex multiple times a day.”

“Yeah, but I’m also around a gazillion girls twenty-four-seven now!” he blurted, throwing his hands up. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s great, I’m living the dream, but like, our bathroom is full of soaps. Different colors. Different bottles. There’s a loofah system! I don’t even understand what half the sponges do anymore!”

“And you’re bothered by these soaps?”

“It’s not just the soaps!” He snipped back, “It’s everything! It’s the new frilly placemats at dinner, it’s the pantry always being full of weight loss products, my clothes being so damn clean and put away all the time, the scented candles! And you know I got kicked out of my room because the girls were ‘talking about boys’?!”

Sylvia tilted her head, seeing the issue only slightly. “Didn’t you have a blonde male friend?”

“I think Dust hates me,” Kazuma sighed, returning to his slump. “Which, honestly, fair. If I were him and I was having all this sex, I’d hate me too.”

Sylvia rested her chin in her hand, thinking aloud. “Hmm. What about that spiky one? Claude?”

“Cloud,” said Kazuma. “And he’s more like a nutsack coworker. Mitsuboshi is a twat, Vanir’s a business partner, the blacksmith just grunts at me, and everyone else’s patience wore thin the second I started… you know.”

“Started what?”

“Being me, apparently,” Kazuma muttered, slouching deeper into his chair. “I’m not saying I’m lonely, but it’d be nice to have someone I could just be a guy with. Talk trash. Argue about dumb shit that doesn’t matter. That kind of thing. I really don’t have any male friends anymore, nor the lonely internet forums to find them.”

There was a tiny pause. Sylvia smiled slowly, folding her hands together. “Well,” she said, voice lilting like a songbird about to drop a piano, “I could, you know…”

Kazuma raised an eyebrow. “…You could what?”

“I could be your male friend, Kazuma.”

“…You mean like… metaphorically, right?”

“It could be metaphorical… or, well…” Her hand scratched the back of her neck for a few moments before coming out and saying the subtext outright, “Anatomical.”

“...ah.”

That evening once the Axel Heart’s event had separated, Kazuma decided to bite the bullet and give it a go.

The lawn outside the mansion was quiet save for the sound of chirping insects and the crackle of campfire. Two lawn chairs sat next to each other as silent as those that sat upon them–one normal-sized and one custom-made monstrosity of reinforced wood that could comfortably hold a chimera’s full weight.

Sylvia leaned back in her oversized seat, spreading her legs wide like a ‘man’ would. Wearing a pair of ‘manly’ sunglasses and drinking a beer with her bro. Beside her sat Kazuma, trying his best to look relaxed while wearing a grimace that didn’t fool anyone.

“So,” she began in that smooth, low purr of hers that somehow sounded both sultry and fraternal, “did you hear about the sports game in the capital?”

“...what?”

“What a ludicrous display,” she tutted, “why would humans even invent football if they were going to be so bad at it?”

“They have football in this world?” asked Kazuma, genuinely shocked but assuming it was the fault of some other isekai’d protag, “I, uh, don’t really follow sports much.”

“We can talk about other things!” Sylvia quickly squeaked, breaking her ‘manly’ facade before coughing and returning to her lower tone, “Um… there was this one bloke that was starting shit and I bopped him on the nose. Cool, right?!” She roared, raising her hand up to be fived highly.

Without raising either hand, Kazuma continued to sip his beer with eyes glued to the horizon, “Don’t start fights. If you get arrested then they could figure out you’re an ex-general.”

“Kazuma, work with me here!” Sylvia whined, “I can be the bro you want! Um, um, girls! We could complain about all their hair products, blech! A-and their periods! Ouch!”

Kazuma raised an eyebrow at her.

“H-having a penis… that’s… right?”

“This isn’t going to work,” said Kazuma, already getting ready to stand from his chair.

“What?! Why not!? You’re barely even trying!”

“You don’t get it! Being a man isn’t just something where you can grow a dick and talk about sports!”

Sylvia took a pause, looked around, then gathered some saliva and spat it onto the floor. Her expectant look just made Kazuma’s eyelids fall even lower.

“Or spitting. The bonds we form aren’t so easily forged over a single beer! We have to talk passionately about dumb things that don’t matter after when we talk about them! Which comic book character is the strongest? Could you win a fight against a single kobold with only a knife? Who has the best boobs? When-?”

“Oh, Xara for sure.”

Kazuma turned his head towards her with a mild frown, “...okay, but you’re dating her so-”

“So what?” Sylvia retorted, looking like Kazuma just said something incredulous, “They’re huge, they’re soft, and when you squeeze them it makes you feel like you’re living out your wildest dreams~” She was miming her actions with a wistful expression, “You’ve had your dick between them, so you agree, right?”

“I mean… yeah, they are top tier…” he mumbled, stroking his chin at the thought, “Are they the very top though? Hmm…”

Sylvia took another sip of her beer, “If you say Darkness, Aqua, or Megumin that’s hypocrisy.”

“Gahd, this is actually difficult. Darkness is up there, for sure. Even just for the milk you can get from her.” He said, scratching at his head while thinking only of bondonkaroos, “A sea of huge tits is floating through my mind right now. I just can’t seem to rank the people attached to them.”

“Like who?”

“Wiz, Yunyun, Tifa, Xara, Bova, you, Luna, Dhysana, Arue… I’ve had my prick between some of the softest gazongas this world has to offer.”

“How nice I get to be part of the boob list,” Sylvia chuckled, throwing another piece of wood onto their fire, “Okay, what does… Arue have that Xara doesn’t?”

“She’ll write a poem about the titfuck, for one,” said Kazuma, “But that’s beside the point. When you get to enjoy the softness of a woman’s desires, can you truly rank their boobs so frugally?"

“Ahh, cop out,” she chuckled while pointing at him, “As a chimera, I can analyse body parts to the anatomical scale, that’s how I know your penis is the greatest in all the land.” Kazuma rolled his eyes playfully, clearly enjoying the praise, “And that’s why you can trust me when I say that Xara has the best breasts!”

“It isn’t about science, it’s about soul!” He started clenching his hands together in front of himself, imagining the plush softness of each boob individually. “Even squeezing a flat chest can make a man’s heart doki-doki!”

“Flat?! You’re bringing flat girls back into this? You’re insane!”

This continued throughout a good portion of the night. It escalated even further when the slightly drunken pair hunted down the magic blackboard to start writing out the breast tier list properly. Nipple size, sensitivity, milkiness. A lot of arguing, yelling, and laughing between the pair before they just gave up and started drawing boobs. Helped by the fact the blackboard could make perfect sketches of the women down to areola size.

It was around here that Kazuma noticed that Sylvia had a bit of a rager growing downstairs. “Uh, you alright?”

She glanced down, not realising that she’d been this excited and quickly covering her crotch, “Sorry! Sorry… I knew I shouldn’t have used your eternal libidinous penis, all this boob talk… I know you think my penis is gross.”

“Not really anymore,” He shrugged, much to her shock, “You really think I’m not desensitized to dicks by now? I’ve had more pussy than some Hollywood actors, I’m pretty comfy with my sexuality. Not only that, I regularly team up with my own clones to fuck women. In fact, look.”

A very surprised Sylvia nearly unloaded right there in the lounge when Kazuma cupped her cock over her stretched panties.

“K-Kazuma?!” She yelped, shuddering from even the mild attention on her Kazuma-cock.

He once more shrugged, letting her dick go to bounce around, “I’m not gonna shove it in my ass, but I’m not scared to touch it. Life’s been too good to sweat the small stuff.” with one last chug, he pounded his final beer and then failed to crunch it against his head. Instead just tossing it aside to clean up later, “Anyway, wanna team up on some girl?”

Sylvia gulped, feeling more in love with him than she’d ever felt before, “More than anything.”

“Your thrusts are so hard tonight, darling!” called Xara. Her breasts mashed hard against Sylvia’s own as her chimera companion curled close. Sylvia’s arms wrapped tightly around Xara, refusing to let her pleasure center go as she humped her hips deeply into the succu-cunt.

Maybe she could have the sense to slow down, but the man in her rear was encouraging her too much.

“I’ll say! Clench your asshole tighter! Your body is too sweaty to hold on!” Kazuma barked from behind. Slapping Sylvia’s ass before returning to just tightly gripping onto her dark pudgy meat.

This was far too much pleasure for Sylvia. Her dick was being squeezed so tightly by Xara, yet she also had Kazuma’s huge cock in her ass as well.

Had they the technology to scan it, every time she thrust all parts of her brain would be illuminated with pleasure. Pushing back onto Kazuma before thrusting into Xara. Sandwiched between the two loves of her life. Her face was buried in Xara’s neck, drooling and groaning, focusing only on her hip movements that were becoming faster by the second.

“YES! OH YESS!” She shuddered, her bowels never before being stretched like this, and forcing her deeper than she’d ever gone inside Xara before. “FUCK! OHH FUCKKK! AAHHHHH!!!”

Honestly, she really believed she’d never been this hard before.

With her bro in her ass and her lover moaning back, Sylvia knew she didn’t have long before her Kazuma cock would be filling Xara up with jizz.

After wrapping Kazuma tighter against her body with a tentacle, her hips began to blur with fevered motion. Selfish desires of her upcoming climax were only delayed by her wish that they all orgasm together. Their souls fusing in a glorious finale of sweat and seed.

She got her wish and then some.

Kazuma and Xara actually went seconds before her. All her pent up desire to hold on, she didn’t realise how close they were. But as soon as his cum hit her insides and her spray covered her crotch, Sylvia’s climax built to unholy degrees. Ripping through her with such body quaking thunder that she could barely even make noise. A silent scream as her ballsack unloaded rope after rope of jism through her dick and into Xara’s welcoming womb.

She rolled over onto her back after she was done. If her butt was not as round and squishy as it was, there was a chance Kazuma would have been crushed from the dishevelled Sylvia’s forgetting of his existence.

He got his **** after excavating himself though. Taking his ‘bro’ by the tits and fucking them hard while she sucked him off, all while Xara cleaned her off as well.

They rotated quite a few times that night. Kazuma inside Xara vaginally while Sylvia got her anally. Sylvia was quite the quick shot on that one after she felt the outline of Kazuma’s dick through the succubus’ insides. Then there was Divane entering, and all three of them ganging up to take her on as well.

Kazuma decided he’d definitely hang out with Sylvia again.

"Come on, Dust! You two are friends! You shouldn't let stuff like this get between you!"

"Hey, we're walking to his house, aren't we?"

Rin frowned. Dust could be petty, rude, vindictive, exploitative... why was she dating him again? Wait, no, the point was he was never one to hold a grudge. He cared about his friends, and she knew that Kazuma had been on his mind recently. He'd been on everyone's minds, sure, but Dust wanted his mate back and feared that Kazuma just didn't want to be friends anymore. The Harem Knight's dedication to breeding overriding any chance to just hang out as dudes.

This was something that Rin hoped she could fix by just getting them to talk.

"I'm glad you're willing to talk to him, I'm just worried..."

"That we'll get there and he'll be having yet another orgy in his home?" Dust said with a roll of his eyes, "I'm telling you, if I was Kazuma, I'd stop caring about me too."

"But that's messed up! Come on, it's after midnight, they HAVE to be done for the night by now."

Dust chuckled, wrapping a hand around her waist, "We aren't always~"

"Sh-shush. We're here."

Before Rin could walk up to the door and knock, Dust grabbed her hand and begun leading her around the side of the building. "Hold on, let's just check the living room window to see if they're doing it."

"W-what?! That's creepy, Dust! How do you already know the route for peeping?"

"You wanted to bring me here!" He snarled back, not even bothering to come up with an excuse.

Once they arrived to the appropriate bushes, Dust stared long and hard through the small gap in the curtains. Rin, unable to see anything, asked, "Um... see anything?"

"I see that Queen Succubus having sex with that ex-Demon General Sylvia. Their tits are mashing together, there's a lot of rough vaginal with the dark chick's thick ass slamming into-"

"Okay! I get the picture," she snapped, having to compose her blush, "but no sign of Kazuma?"

"Oh, Kazuma's there. Xara is sucking his cock while Sylvia rims his ass. It basically looks like they're making out with him in the middle. Lots of tongue action... lucky fucker..."

Dust kicked a nearby rock before walking away in a huff, Rin looked back and forth between him and the incredibly erotic scene playing out. Without any idea of how to repair a manly friendship she threw out a curve ball, "...maybe we can like... join in, or something?"

Xara

Story 1 - Bad End Nightmares

The mansion’s dining room was alive with the sound of clinking cutlery and quiet groans of both satisfaction and pain. A plume of steam rose from the table where Musume’s latest culinary experiment sat proudly in a heavy iron pot–a bubbling crimson stew that looked halfway between lava and food. The spicy scent had already invaded every corner of the house, strong enough to make even Lily’s frog tongue require milk from afar.

Darkness was sweating buckets but smiling blissfully through every bite, her face bright red. “Th-this… this pain is divine,” she gasped, gripping her spoon with trembling resolve.

Aqua had given up entirely, fanning her tongue and chugging her glass of Darkness milk like her life depended on it. “What the hell did you put in this?!” she wailed.

“Just a few things from the Crimson Demon village pantry,” Musume said, looking far too pleased with herself as she poured another spoonful into her mouth. “A bit of pepper root, some salamander scale powder, and a hint of–”

“Gunpowder?” Kazuma muttered, poking at his portion suspiciously. “Because it tastes like goddamn gunpowder.”

Megumin gave a thumbs up, happy to chug the spicy meal with gusto. “As an explosive connoisseur, I approve to gunpowder food!”

Sylvia leaned back in her chair with a frown. “Well, it beats my attempt at cooking…”

“Oh honey, your soul emanates science, not the art of cooking.” said Xara, consoling her consort while pouring her bowl of spicy food into the mouth of her pet Divane. “And I enjoyed the effect your inedible clam chowder had on everyone’s dreams! It’s the closest I get to getting high~”

Kazuma frowned, “Oh god yeah, the chowder. No offence, but that was the one day I was especially happy you didn’t manage to enslave me.”

“Hm? Enslavement?” asked Musume, quirking her eyebrow.

Darkness nodded, “Yeah. Do you not know? We got in a fight with Sylvia.”

“Twice.” corrected Megumin.

“And Xara! And-!” agreed Aqua, following Xara’s lead to pour her spicy food into her old boss’ open gullet. The pause only because Aqua remembered the life she used to have under the thumb of Divane, and not the one where she got to sit at the dinner table while Divane pretended to be a dog.

“Bark! Feed me, master! Bark!”

“...um...”

Musume turned from Sylvia to Xara, “You have come to blows with this group too? I thought you a pacifist.”

Xara chuckled, swirling her wine while reminiscing, “Oh, I am dear. But hunger can get the best of us all, and for one night I saw the face of my new King and HAD to have him.”

“You were going to drain my soul from my body…”

“Details.”

“I only heard about it too,” said Megumin, “Is that what would have happened if you guys had lost?”

Darkness looked somewhat melancholic despite the pain in her mouth, pulling lightly at her earlobes, “We’ll never fully know the details. But… obviously our lives could have been very different if we hadn’t acted fast.”

“I don’t know about ‘never’ knowing, Darkness,” She glanced at the pot of fiery stew. “They say that spicy food before bed can give you quite the bad dreams…”

Axel was unrecognizable.

Once a town of half-broken roofs and hopeful idiots, it now glittered with pink neon sigils that pulsed in rhythm to a heartbeat none of its citizens could hear. The streets were lined with incense and illusions; citizens drifted by with glassy smiles, eyes faintly glowing violet. Their wishes whispered from their mouths before dissolving into rose-colored smoke.

Only the city’s true rulers could walk freely. Hordes of succubi were flying overhead or simply walking faster than those shambling zombies around them. At the city’s center rose a black spire. Once the Adventurer’s Guild, now reshaped into something organic and wrong, pulsing with the sound of steady breathing. Every so often, a flicker of light would shudder through it, and a faint sigh would echo outward, spreading pleasure and exhaustion in equal measure.

Inside, Queen Xara sat upon her throne. She was draped in silks from her weaver that shimmered like living ink, wings stretching lazily as she suckled the last few dregs of her drink. Though the city remained eerily quiet, the tavern kept its livelihood thanks to her subject’s celebrations. Fluttering about in the rafters, clicking their drinks together happily, ignoring those silly humans that didn’t contain the miracle drink.

Xara lowered her hand, placing her glass on the tray the blonde human had raised above her head. Without a word, she began walking with purpose over to the nearest keg, opening the valve to let the oozing white substance drip slowly into the glass.

Where was the liquid coming from? Well, there was a single tube leading from the keg and heading upwards to the place where a chandelier could hang, if not for the withered man hanging weakly above them all.

“Uhhh…” groaned Kazuma as yet another orgasm pumped through his withered near-skeletal body. The seed captured by the cage surrounding his crotch, pumping down through one of many tubes attached into the cum filled kegs.

“Oh dear, is my milker’s soul nearly empty?” hummed Xara, earning a roar of excitement from her many succubus subjects. With a chuckle, Xara’s magic began swirling around the guild, spreading out to the whole of the town as every human glowed a slight pink, “Don’t worry, Axel always provides their Queen a little more… devotion~”

With a snap of her fingers, the magic removed a portion of all souls in Axel. Kazuma’s skeletal form may have been saved–filling his bones to return him to his naturally coloured state–but deep down he truly wished this eternal dream would end.

“And here we have our two great leaders.”

Kazuma became aware of the wind before he became aware of himself. Leaves rustled somewhere above him, except... he didn’t remember sitting under a tree. He remembered fighting Sylvia. Or maybe being chased by monster girls in some ridiculous sex tournament. Or… why couldn’t he blink?

A cheerful giggle traveled up his trunk.

Right. His trunk.

From a distance, it would be considered romantic: two great trees entwined at the roots, their trunks curving toward one another like lovers leaning in for a kiss. At the center, peeking from the bark, were two faces carved together forever. Sylvia’s expression was one of serene bliss. Kazuma looked almost similar–lips locked with the chimera’s–if it wasn’t for his eyes frozen in panic.

Branches twisted where their arms might’ve held each other. Their leaves touched like fingers interlaced.

He could vaguely sense there were monster girls visiting him, yet couldn’t turn his eyes to gaze upon them. “Why are they trees?”

“Some outsiders believe it is because of an accident during a sex contest where the abilities of a chimera and a dryad created this, but we all know that our two greatest leaders fused for our sake.” explained the ‘tour guide’ lamia at the front of the pack, “Their love hardening around each other created the haven from the outside world we all required. Spreading an unknowing influence to all trees in our forest to bar entry for humans, and creating the bountiful fruit harvest we survive on.”

“Not to mention the wooden cocks.”

The lamia nodded happily at the zombie’s outburst, “Yes, Kazuma the eternal human breeder, had the tips of his roots all share the same size and scope as his penis. Every day we appease these roots with our pussies, and he shares with us his sticky white sap.”

Could he remember this? How long had he even been a tree? Kazuma couldn’t quantify it in his mind anymore.

Somewhere deep within the bark, Kazuma felt a presence hugging him. A warm, lilting whisper brushed his thoughts like a soft exhale:

“We’ll never be apart, darling.”

A group of monster girls danced merrily around the tree, preparing garlands for the upcoming “Anniversary of Eternal Love” celebration. As they chanted, the leaves rustled in a way that almost sounded like Sylvia sighing contentedly.

Kazuma tried to scream, yet the tree only creaked.

It was daytime. It was always daytime now.

The sky blazed with a permanent, radiant yellowish white–not the warm glow of morning, but the kind of blinding luminescence that felt like someone turned the brightness slider to ‘religious aneurysm’ and snapped off the knob. Choirs rang constantly, not in the distance, but everywhere. Like the atmosphere itself was singing praises in a loop.

All hail Lady Divane.

The Goddess of Light.

The Root of All Radiance.

The Idol of Every Faith.

The parade marched through the streets. It was the daily parade. The hourly parade. The eternal parade. It did not stop because true devotion did not pause.

Citizens danced in **** bliss, their eyes glazed with divine adoration. Axis followers, Eris worshippers, random cultists, wandering merchants, even confused orcs and demons marched joyfully under the same banners: DIVANE: THE ONE TRUE CELEBRITY.

She descended from the sky in a ridiculous heart-shaped chariot made of light beams and sparkles, waving like a talent show winner who had never once questioned if any of this was too much. Her grin was a little too wide. Her poses were a little too practiced. She occasionally tried doing “cute idol gestures” that didn’t match her goddess stature at all — but nobody questioned it, because they weren’t mentally able to anymore.

“Hihihi~! Thank you for loving me so much forever and ever and ever!” she giggled, soaking in applause that would never run out because nobody was allowed to stop clapping. She didn’t care that it was all phony. With a haughty chuckle Divane grabbed a microphone, “I’ll now regale my beloved fans with my latest single!”

Yet another wave of artificial cheers called out from all those in Axel.

Under her ornate glowing dress, something shifted lightly–a creature once known as Satou Kazuma.

He didn’t think now. Thinking had been removed. His arms were wrapped around Divane’s stomach from beneath, dick burrowed securely inside her cunt, his cheek pressed against her abdomen in mindless devotion. His presence there acted as a popularity amplifier. A living charm ensuring the entire world’s attention stayed glued to Divane like helpless moths to a weaponized floodlight.

His muffled, brainwashed hum of idolized bliss blended into the chorus.

Whenever the applause dipped by even a sliver, Divane would pat her belly lightly, whispering, “C’mon little Kazuma-kun, your favourite Goddess needs the love to keep flowing~,” and immediately he would cum inside her pussy. That extra surge of jism would make the adoration surge again like a tidal wave.

The parade continued.

It always continued.

Everyone agreed, no more super spicy food before bed.

Story 2 - ??? Returns

Kazuma awoke with tits wrapped around his dick.

This wasn’t that strange an occurrence, though it was odd that he was waking up in the bath. Steam swirling around so thickly that it felt hard to breathe, like clouds were entering his tired brain and filling it with pleasure. He’d also never had this specific pair of breasts around him before. Pink hair, horns, he’d wished long and hard about this scenario once upon a time…

“Is this a dream…?” He asked, feeling so groggy and sluggish that he could barely keep his eyes open despite the titjob. “I never thought I’d see you again…”

“Yes, Kazuma, it’s only a dream,” said Wolbach with a smile. Her dripping body slowly exiting the bath to show him the full breadth of her slim figure and bouncing breasts. “Xara is treating you to some fun with my memory, so just sit back and relax.”

Kazuma couldn’t argue with his dreams, leaning harder into the bath as Wolbach began to mount his dick. The warm insides of this luscious lustful demon was surely a dream. He’d be sure to thank Xara later for such a realistic cunt, with amazingly wet walls squeezing his sensitive dick so tightly…

“So you’re finally making a move?”

Wolbach’s head snapped around as soon as she closed the door to Kazuma’s room. She'd expected to put the slumbering sod to rest and slip out the back before anyone noticed, but she was now looking at someone who had the time to bring an entire chair to the hallway. Sitting and swilling her drink rather intimidatingly.

“H-how did you find me out?”

Xara chuckled, looming over the smaller demon with a knowing grin, “The ‘cat’. I always had my suspicions when it came to a demon pretending to be a familiar, but its domestication was so thorough I left it be.”

Wolbach clicked her tongue, “My other half… I can always resurrect through our bond, as long as there isn’t a blasted Goddess barrier surrounding where it’s living...” growled Wolbach bitterly before suddenly switching and giving a thin lipped smile, “Thankfully, you gifted me with that barrier coming down, and thus my return~”

“And with your resurrection, you decide to seduce Kazuma?”

“No, that’s just a bit of fun I thought I’d have on my way out. I’ve been watching all you girls do it with him daily, I just had to try out that dick that tamed even Musume-chan.” She explained, already sliding away from Xara to wave her goodbyes. "Later!"

“And the cat, Chomusuke?”

“Oh, my other…” said Wolbach, pausing briefly in the hallway, “Yes, I think I need to kill her this time around. Probably the explosion crazy girl that killed me too. I left my other half unchecked and she absorbed the last of my energy, that little-” CLANG CLANG CLANG “W-what?! What’s happening?!”

Xara’s chains clamped tightly around Wolbach’s neck, wrists, and ankles. “Oh, honey, you already ruined your chances of leaving when you said you were to kill the cat, then you added my husband's girlfriend. I’m afraid that I’ve felt Megumin’s dreams. She wishes deep in her heart to show Chomusuke her child one day, and I find that too precious a dream to let you sully.”

“I-I’ll let them live! It’s good to h-have a backup plan, anyway!”

“No no. You have made your intentions clear,” hissed Xara, opening the cap to a strange pen she had on her person and walking towards Wolbach’s restrained body, “I cannot stand those that would harm innocent animals to further their goals. No, I have a much better place for you…”

“A cat for the cafe?”

Xara smiled at her number two, lowering the cardboard box she was carrying down to the ground slowly. “That’s right. I found this poor creature wondering around alone and thought you would all be the most loving parents~”

Dhysana was a bit confused but still peered in slowly to the box.

Inside was a pink haired demon curled up tightly, wearing only a salmon coloured bikini that barely covered her soft looking body with tail attachment and cat hairband. Dhysana thought this was certainly not a cat-oh wait. It says right there in writing ‘Queen Xara’s cat’, so it must be.

“Aww, it’s pretty cute.” said Dhysana, reaching down to pet the feline. The cat instantly started rubbing her face against the succubus’ hand, purring deeply at the attention she was receiving. As she was rolling her head around, Dhysana then noticed the collar and name attached to it, “‘Wolbach’? She’s named after that one general?”

“Yes. I can honour my opponents as well. Do you think you can take care of her?”

With a shrug, Dhysana couldn’t really think of a reason why not. “I’m sure we can, My Queen. Though she might not get much attention in a few months.” She explained, rubbing her belly lightly.

“Ah yes, it is normal that everything sexual that Kazuma gives to me happens to all my subjects.” smiled Xara, remembering the night of their fall to his mighty girth. She too rubbed her belly and the life growing inside of it, “To think you are all pregnant with his child as well.”

“We are honoured to share in the birth of our Queen,” her subject bowed, “As we will be honoured to take care of your cat.”

“Good. And don’t worry, Wolbach isn’t very high maintenance.” said Xara, watching as the demon already found a comfortable spot on a bed to stretch out and begin another nap. Even as other succubi began petting her, she just happily purred and lay back to the tit squeezes and head pats. “She’s a very lazy cat.”