A punishment's reward

The journey home was uneventful, Fenrir even managing to cut down on their travel time by almost half a day by dint of a clever shortcut. He also made several side trips, leaving the girls to continue by themselves for several hours at a time while he added to his growing map of the Kharos mountains. He hoped he wouldn't ever have need of it but knew better than to count on such things.

The direwolf debated the wisdom of doing so at first considering the number of dangerous beasts of various descriptions that inhabited the mountain range, but it wasn't as if his girls didn't know how to handle themselves. So he struck a compromise by having Nelith stay ready with her mana telegraph, tying his own copy to his wrist so he would be sure to see it if she were to send a message. It made him think of the possibility of creating a housing for it similar to a watch, but he decided to wait to worry about that until there was either a real need for it or he had figured out whether adding a telepathic link to the telegraph was feasible or not. If it was, there would likely be no need to keep the mana telegraph visible, which would change the design of any potential housing for the rune circle considerably.

They arrived at the castle towards evening, and after the initial bustle of reunion was over, Fenrir sought out Chellise. Despite himself, he felt a bit guilty about leaving her in the chastity belt during his visit to the oni, particularly as it had taken considerably longer than the time he had first allotted for it due to their having to fight off clans Kata and Issala-Bas upon their initial arrival.

It wasn't difficult to find her; after all, she was the only one present who looked as though she had just come out of a wind tunnel. Her eyes had a slightly manic light in them as they fell on Fenrir's approaching form, and she tottered towards him as quickly as her shaking legs would allow.

"Daddy please fuck me fuck me fuck me need your cock need fuck please been good haven't cum ever gonna die need cock please-" she babbled, only stopping once she buried her face in Fenrir's stomach fur and began taking huge panting sniffs of his scent, still interspersed with the occasional mumble, usually some variation of 'fuck me'.

"Well, this isn't something that can be put off," Fenrir soliloquized, looking down at her with a mixture of amusement and concern. Ignoring her attempts to hump his leg for the moment, he raised his voice enough to be heard over the sound of conversation around him. "Kira!"

The busty succubus appeared at his elbow in moments, the now quite hefty bundle of dark fur that was Penumbra cradled in her arms. "Yes, boss? What do you need?"

"The key to Chellise's chastity belt. If she goes much longer with it on, I fear she may never recover."

"I was starting to get kinda worried about her," Kira admitted, shifting Penumbra so she could pull out the requested key and offer it to him. "So I assume you'll be fucking her right away?"

"Yes, making her wait any longer would just be cruel," Fenrir replied, taking the proffered key and refocusing on Chellise.

"Yeah, because it wasn't already cruel not letting her cum for literal weeks," Kira mumbled. Fenrir cocked an eyebrow at her, and she colored. "I'm just saying, boss. Succubi are used to cumming multiple times a day. I can't imagine having to go weeks with a dildo in me but not ever being allowed to cum. I mean, I get that it was a punishment for coming with us on the trip to the capital and all, but even still. Just look at her."

"Point taken. I'll admit, I didn't expect it to get this bad for her considering she wasn't that bad when I last saw her."

"That was probably because she was still getting your cum and that helped take the edge off. But go on, put her out of her misery already." Kira gave him a little push and, taking the not-so-subtle hint, he lifted Chellise in his arms and made for the door into the castle. As he went, two pairs of eyes watched his progress with unusual intensity, one of a violet hue, the other of scarlet.

Fenrir didn't bother going all the way to the succubi's sex den, instead stopping at the closest room that contained a bed. Chellise was squirming in his arms all the while; he suspected it was entirely involuntary on her part and that by this point she couldn't have held still even if her life had depended on it.

Tossing her on the bed, he divested himself of his belt and sash before she could even turn over and was fitting the chastity belt's key into its lock as soon as she did. Chellise had just enough presence of mind to recognize what was happening and did her best to hold still, though her hips couldn't help but jerk upwards when his hand came into contact with her skin.

Pinning her down, Fenrir managed to undo the lock and a moment later she was free of the belt and shortly thereafter, both plugs. Both her hands flew down to caress the finally exposed pussy, but Fenrir's hand was there before her, and after only a few seconds of him fingerfucking her, she came with an earsplitting scream and an explosion of juices.

Fenrir continued his ministrations throughout her orgasm, slowing down as she came down from her high until the light of comprehension returned to her eyes. Despite the strength of her orgasm, he knew she was far from satisfied, and she proved it with her next words.

"Please Daddy, give me your cock. I was a good girl. I didn't cum even once, even though I reeeally wanted to. So won't you please fuck me now?"

She was still panting, not entirely from the exertion of the orgasm, and her eyes hadn't entirely lost the crazed light he had noted when she had first seen him, but the fact that she was capable of coherent speech assuaged the worst of his concerns. "Of course, Chellise. You have been a very good girl indeed, enduring so well and so long for me. So I'm going to fulfill my promise and fuck you until you pass out, starting right... now!"

With the word, he thrust into her tight, clenching hole, stretching it forcefully to make room for his girth. Notwithstanding the dildo that had filled it constantly for the past few weeks, Chellise's pussy felt sinfully tight, and the feeling of finally having her Daddy's cock filling her again had it convulsing in a second orgasm.

Fenrir bit back a groan at the sensation. Accustomed as he was to sex with succubi, they still managed to surprise him with how good it felt every single time, as though they were somehow pushing him to entirely new heights of pleasure each and every time he had sex with any of them. Definitely impossible, and yet...

Fenrir leaned forward, cupping Chellise's face with a hand. Even in the midst of her ecstasy, she nuzzled into it like an affectionate cat, and the temptation to kiss her was far too strong to resist. It started out as sweet and gentle, but her overwhelming desire quickly turned it into a hot and heavy makeout session, their tongues tangling, now wrestling for dominance, now curling around each other in an erotic dance, first in her mouth and then in his. Fenrir broke the liplock to kiss down her neck, nipping at the skin just hard enough to leave a mark. At the same time, he began thrusting, lazy rolls of his hips filling Chellise to the hilt before receding, almost like waves combing a beach.

Chellise adjusted quickly, her hips rising to meet his on each thrust, her breath puffing hot against his ears. As he lashed his tongue over her collarbone, she raised her head a little and caught the edge of one between her teeth. It flicked instinctively, batting her in the face and making her lose her grip on it. She let out a little breathless giggle and Fenrir raised his head long enough to laugh with her.

"S-sorry, I just-mm! wanted to try it," she explained between moans, Fenrir never having stopped fucking her. He nipped at her own pointed ears, making her squeal and squirm underneath him.

"Can confirm, they're fun to play with," he grinned down at her. "Mostly because of your reaction, but still."

Chellise tried to pout at him, but Fenrir picked that moment to speed up, the gentle plap of their hips meeting now becoming replaced with a much meatier thwack. Fenrir supplemented this with a loud slap to Chellise's ass that made her squeal and tighten around him in yet another orgasm.

Chellise's ass really was amazing, Fenrir mused as he raised one of her legs into the air before continuing to rail her. And not just her ass, but her thighs were proportionately thick and plush as well. Of his followers, only Aimi and Myrina could give her a run for her money. Aimi's thighs were only a little smaller, he estimated, but her frame was bigger overall, so they didn't look as thick on her. Myrina actually had bigger thighs, but then they were mostly muscle and she was also just bigger in general, around seven feet tall compared to Chellise's slightly over five.

There was something to be said for a body as muscular as that which Myrina possessed, he had to admit, and he was looking forward to the day when he could enjoy hers, but there really was nothing to compare to an ass and thighs like Chellise's. Each time his hips struck hers, he could see a ripple from the impact pass through them, and the speed of his thrusts meant they were constantly jiggling.

His gaze moved further up her body, over her flat stomach to her breasts which were just now half-obscured by her top. That wouldn't do, Fenrir decided, slowing down just long enough to pull the fabric over her head and off her body. Resuming his previous pace, he was rewarded with the sight of her perky boobs, now free of the dubious constraint of her top, dancing to the tune set by their mutual movements. They might be on the small side, at least as succubi went, but that added to rather than detracted from their charm.

Reluctantly tearing his gaze from the hypnotic sight, he focused on her face. It was flushed with lust and exertion, yellow eyes heavy-lidded and a little hazy, her pouting lips parted slightly to allow her sweet moans to slip through. The ashy hair that framed her face and was beginning to stick to her neck with sweat was an absolute mess, but somehow it still contrived to look seductive instead of silly. The same seemed to be true of almost anything the succubi did; Fenrir found it a never-ending source of wonder how they could make even the most mundane of actions look provocative. They weren't even doing it on purpose- well, most of the time, anyway.

Speaking of not doing things on purpose, Chellise's pussy was tightening around his shaft again and this time he was too close to his own release to resist the instinctual appeal for a good filling that it was making. She picked up on it, her eyes finding his as she begged, "Please Daddy, fill me up! I need your cum so bad please Daddy please-AHHH!"

His release, triggered by her unrestrained begging, in turn pushed her over the edge again and together they reveled in the mutual orgasm, Fenrir pulling her up to ravage her mouth with his tongue again, muffling her moans somewhat in the process. This meant that she was folded nearly in half since one of her legs was still pinned up against his chest, but she was flexible enough not to mind that.

Fenrir eventually broke the kiss to let Chellise breathe, much to her disappointment as she tried to chase his mouth even despite her panting breaths. He also pulled out of her pussy, watching as a dollop of thick white cum followed, her hole far too thoroughly stretched to have any hope of stopping it. He'd chosen not to overfill her for the first round, only giving her enough to swell her belly slightly.

"We're not done yet, right Daddy?" Chellise asked, a little anxiously.

Fenrir smiled. "Of course not." He paused to evaluate her condition; she was starting to show signs of exhaustion already, the sheer strength of her orgasms after being so long in denial was wearing her out much faster than usual. She probably only had enough for one more round in her, so he decided to move on to the main course. Bending close to her ear, he rumbled, "Next I'm taking your ass, little girl, and I'll be taking all of it, too."

Chellise's breath hitched in her throat, and she looked up at him with a curious mix of eagerness and trepidation. "...Even the knot?" The question came out as a whisper.

"Especially the knot," Fenrir told her, watching as she swallowed hard.

"You're going to tear my ass apart..."

"Maybe." He wouldn't, but no sense in ruining the fantasy for her. "What are you going to do about it?"

She swallowed again, then slowly, on trembling limbs she raised her ass to him, presenting her tight rosebud for his ravaging cock, hiding her blushing face in the rumpled sheets as she did so.

Fenrir couldn't have stopped the smile that overspread his face had he tried. He leaned over her again, ignoring her little flinch when his fur brushed her back, and whispered into her ear, "That's my good girl."

At the words, Chellise let out a moan that was half a whimper, and Fenrir felt a new source of wetness atop his cock. Backing off enough to see revealed a second string of her arousal suspended from her pussy, one which snapped to fall onto his cock with a barely audible splat even as he watched. Fenrir's smile became a positive smirk, and eager not to waste any more time, he placed his cock between her asscheeks.

She flinched again at the weight of it, her trembling becoming a little more pronounced. Fenrir dragged his cock up and down over her asshole a couple times, liberally besmearing it with both their combined fluids. There was enough on his shaft that lubrication was unlikely to become an issue, but Chellise's pussy was hard at work making more anyway, even as it continued tightening in an effort to keep his cum safely inside.

Shifting to angle his tip towards her asshole, he began applying pressure. Chellise whimpered again as the relatively narrow tip **** her ass open, her hands balling into fists as they gripped the sheets.

"Deep breaths, Chellise, and try to relax. It'll make it easier."

She nodded into the bed, doing her best to follow his instructions. Fully relaxing with Fenrir's cock steadily filling her ass more and more seemed to be impossible, however. Fenrir didn't stop; it might be a bit uncomfortable for her, but she wasn't going to suffer any injury from it even with the obscene size of the shaft spreading her open. Succubi were tougher than that. And since she was a masochist, the discomfort was more likely to add to her arousal than anything else.

About halfway down it became impossible to push any further, so Fenrir swapped to slow thrusting in order to open her up further. Chellise took it with little grunts of effort, her knuckles white from how hard she was gripping the sheets. Given her difficulty in taking the shaft, Fenrir wondered whether she really would be capable of taking the knot or not. Well, it was nothing a little magic couldn't fix, if it came to that.

Despite how laborious getting her to take the full length of his cock in her ass was, however, the mess Chellise was making of the sheets directly beneath herself made it clear that she was enjoying herself quite a lot. So much so, in fact, that when his knot finally contacted her ass, she spasmodically tightened around him in orgasm.

Fenrir couldn't suppress a groan at the sensation, giving Chellise's ass a spank. "Calm down, Chellise, do you want to make me cum already?"

She only mewled in response, thighs trembling. Gritting his teeth, Fenrir held on against the waves of pleasure until she finally relaxed somewhat, allowing him to regain a firm grip on his own arousal.

She was having more difficulty taking his cock than he had thought she would, especially considering it wasn't the first time she had done it. Forcing his knot past the tight ring of muscle at her entrance was looking less and less possible, as though she was relaxing as time went on, his knot was slowly swelling at the same time.

It seemed magic was going to be necessary after all. Fenrir began thrusting again, not hurrying for the present. Chellise still drenched the inside of her thighs in another layer of liquid excitement however, little gasps and moans escaping on each thrust and withdrawal. While he did so, he took hold of both her asscheeks, spreading them to give himself better access.

Fleshcrafting was a complicated process, but merely adding elasticity was fairly simple in comparison to most of its functions. Fenrir wondered idly whether that might have something to do with the ones who had given him the spells in the first place. He wasn't about to complain; regardless of its greater implications, right now it meant that he didn't need to stop fucking Chellise to give her asshole some extra elasticity, just enough to ensure he would be able to fit his knot inside her.

If Chellise noticed, she gave no sign. Perhaps she was a little too preoccupied with all the other sensations that came with being turned into a living cocksleeve to pick out Fenrir's magic at work. That was alright with him; while he didn't mind her knowing about it, it might enhance the fantasy for her if she thought he had just **** her ass to accept his knot by main strength. Even with the help of his magic, it was going to take more than a little strength to accomplish anyway.

Renewing his grip on her ass, he began the process, each thrust inward carrying a little more **** behind it than the one before. Chellise did notice this, her moans taking on a higher pitch as she did her best to brace against the impacts of his hips. Lubrication had long since stopped being a concern; between Fenrir's precum and Chellise's own juices there was more than enough to go around.

Bit by bit, her asshole gave way under the pressure, Chellise's cries becoming almost pained as she was stretched wider and wider, until finally Fenrir's knot passed the halfway point and with a short hard lurch passed through to seat itself firmly within. Chellise threw her head back, her entire back arching to its limit as her mouth opened in a soundless scream, all the breath having been driven from her lungs by the sheer size of the intrusion. Her ass clenched down so hard it was almost painful, utterly precluding any further movement on Fenrir's part.

It was a close thing, but Fenrir managed to stave off his own ejaculation one more time. He didn't want to end things quite yet; Chellise clenching so tightly around his knot felt far too good not to savor for at least a little longer.

To distract himself, he focused on Chellise as she came down from her lofty peak of pleasure back to the high plateau that was as low as any succubus with a giant cock inside her could get. "You still with me?" he asked, pulling her up to sit against his chest and brushing her hair out of her face.

She responded with a broken moan, a turn of her head catching his thumb between her lips, which instantly pursed in an instinctive though clumsy attempt to suck on it. He let her, teasing the fingers of his other hand along the leading edge of one of her wings in the meantime. From what he had learned from Lilli, succubus wings, while sensitive, weren't necessarily erogenous zones, at least until the succubus in question got turned on. But then, a sufficiently aroused succubus could take pleasure from even the most innocent of touches.

So it was perhaps no surprise that Chellise gave a full body shiver as his fingers glided along her wing, the smooth, glossy appendage trembling against his touch, neither flexing away nor pushing against his hand. Instead, it stayed in place, submitting to his touch, allowing him to do as he pleased with it. Fenrir glanced at Chellise's face. All he could read there was mindbreaking pleasure; it was clear that she wasn't exerting any conscious **** over her body.

The implications of this discovery turned Fenrir on far too much to wait any longer, and he began thrusting again. Short, hard, impatient strokes, lifting Chellise by the hips only to jam her down again, plumbing the absolute depths of her ass. Knotting her had made it impossible to do much else, but she certainly wasn't complaining judging by her screams of pleasure and by the way that, even in her semi-conscious state, she tried to thrust back against him, her ass convulsively clenching and relaxing around his shaft all the while.

He had been drenching her depths with precum for a while now, however, so no matter how tightly she clenched Fenrir could **** her up and down on his cock, each downstroke met with a wet slap of her ass against his thighs. On the upstroke, her moans gained a peculiar edge due to the ribs on his cock, not quite pain, but not only pleasure either. Or perhaps it was just pleasure, but a pleasure so intense it was almost indistinguishable from pain.

Either way, he wasn't going to last much longer. The moans echoing in his ears, really closer to screams than moans, egged him on, begging him to swell his cocksleeve's belly in that way only he could. Of course, Chellise was long past the point of coherent speech, but Fenrir didn't need her to tell him to know what she would want in this particular scenario.

At last the moment came. The familiar tension in his groin, his balls tightening up against his body, his knot almost painful in its full-swollen hardness, all signaled the long-awaited peak, and Fenrir crashed over it with a roar of pleasure to match the screams Chellise was letting out. He loosed pulse after pulse of thick hot cum into her, her stomach going from nice and flat -aside from the bump that indicated his cock- to sporting a noticeable bulge almost immediately.

And it didn't stop there. With his now fully swollen knot blocking any egress, her body made room for the floods of semen the only way it could; swelling out very much like a balloon while Chellise keened her delight to the heavens, her neglected pussy drenching Fenrir's lap and her ass squeezing his knot in a most exquisitely pleasurable fashion.

Fenrir didn't know how long it was until he stopped pulsing, but Chellise looked at least seven months pregnant and, aside from her entire body twitching each time an aftershock ran through it, she lay entirely limp against his chest. He took a peek at her stats with God's Eye.

Chellise
Female Demon
Lesser Succubus Lvl 12
Status: **** (Cum Coma) (Pleasure Overload)
Abilities: Seduction, Sneak, Lesser Fireball
Kinks/Fetishes:
loves anal – masochist – enjoys provoking her superiors into punishing her – is greatly aroused by having her orgasms controlled
Disposition Towards User:
is greatly aroused by his dominance – views him as her ‘Daddy’

'Hmm, been a while since I've seen those two states,' Fenrir mused, smirking. 'And unless I'm much mistaken, she went up a level from that. She might have been close already, but it seems to me as though my succubi gain more XP from sex the more intense it is. Or maybe it was because I fulfilled her fantasies so thoroughly, which I suppose is just another way of saying the same thing. I suppose it could be the sheer amount of cum I pumped into her, but from what I've seen, as much as they like it, succubi don't feed exclusively on the cum. There's a metaphysical element involved as well." After giving this a moment's thought, he shrugged internally. 'In any case, I should experiment further when I have time. It couldn't hurt to know how to maximize my girls' growth.'

He shifted to lie back in the bed. The only downside to knotting someone was waiting for the knot to shrink afterward, though there some arguments to be made as for why this wasn't a downside at all, including but not limited to the way Chellise's ass was still massaging the hard bulb of flesh and the feel of her in his arms, soft and delicate, seeming oh-so-breakable in this moment, very different from the tight little bundle of energy she usually was.

He shifted one hand to cup her breast, kneading and squeezing it languidly as he relaxed further into the mattress beneath him. Chellise's breath hitched slightly, but she didn't wake. With his head propped up on the headboard, Fenrir gazed down at her fondly. Not for the first time, an intense rush of gratitude for this second chance at life suffused him. "What did I ever do to deserve someone like you in my life, little one?" he murmured, brushing her hair out of her face.

Who could know? Melanoche and Carnachias had chosen him out of the multitudes of humanity back on Earth, but they had never satisfactorily specified why him in particular. Did they themselves know? Had he just been chosen by chance, the right place at the right time to catch their eye? Or had there been deeper reasons behind their choice? He was inclined to think so; Carnachias put up a front of being obsessed with sex to the exclusion of all else, but he was far from convinced that that was all there was to her, and Melanoche was a born schemer.

He sighed, pulling Chellise a little tighter to him. These were questions for which there were no answers, at least at present. The future might tell; until then, he could only cherish his growing family and do what he could to safeguard them from the world of threats out there beyond the walls of his castle.

Hmm. Well, I didn't mean for the sex scene with Chellise to last as long as it did; this chapter was supposed to cover multiple aspects of Fenrir's homecoming, but oh well. It's been a while since we've had a sex scene anyway. And there's always next chapter.
I am pretty happy with how the sex scene itself turned out. I'm still not as good at writing them as I want to be, but I think I'm getting better. Not much else to say about this one, so,
Enjoy!