Strawberries

John had already brushed off the notion once; he did it again as he went to walk past Fairy in the doorway. “Sure, everything seems to point to me being absorbed or killed, but here I am.”

Fairy’s hand—her human-sized hand, now—pushed on John’s crotch. His pants were surely buckled and closed a moment ago. “Don’t get cocksure with me, Master: you’re still groping around for answers,” she taunted as her lithe fingers snaked around and bent his half-hard manhood until it refused, “when you hold them in your left hand.”

“And what am I holding in my right?” John exhaled.

As if to answer, Fairy’s new dress fell away, revealing the same perky rack John had seen in miniature that long-ago day of using her to masturbate. She guided his right to cup her left tit as she neared him, her eyes oddly pleased with him despite her derisive answer, “Not a hand freshly bereft of marital bondage, you anus-faced tart-fucker.”

A beat passed before John’s left hand shot up before his wide-eyed face... but she was right. Where before his handful of tattooed rings would dance and proclaim his wives, he now saw only the bared fingers of a bachelor... or a widower. “What... what happened to my rings?!”

“Abyssal marriages follow the simplest rules, you rube, and it’s one of the few Americans bothered to learn.”

He flinched as she twisted the head of his cock in a surprisingly good way. Neither had to say it aloud.

“You're... you're kidding me..."

“There’s a smart boy... and lively, for a dead man.”

An existential panic threatened to overcome the Gamer. Had “****” truly parted him from his wives... and his life? What did that mean, then? RPGs seldom had multiple lives, if the “Game” was even truly a game anymore. His brain produced no relief or answers; all his unconfident lips could produce was, "U-Um..." John's eyes flicked to see that Regan had found them again... only now her stunned gaze was fixated on Fairy masturbating her rescuer.

“Oh... well-” John began… and finding no good way to introduce the barely-calmed teenager to his sexcapades that didn’t make him feel like the Devil himself, John grabbed Fairy and jumped to his Sanctuary, its doors blessedly closed. Fairy landed with him on the bed as she laughed, further humbling John as he scrambled to put his dick away. He replied with a curt shake of his head. “Alright, enough of this: what happened while I was out? What do you mean I’m dead? Is everyone alright?”

Crouched behind the fountain, unseen, was a mass of dark.

“Y-You already saw Tricia and Lily, you dullard, and everyone in the Temple-"

"You know what I mean, don't you? My home, my mom, Moira!"

Fairy shrugged. "How should I know? They seemed fine until you got shot."

“What did you see after I got shot?”

She feigned boredom at the line of questioning before sighing, “Only what else the hobbit told me: a field of bizarre tentacles and the last few minutes of you scrambling. I’m not sure what you think I or she could see… particularly if you truly died.”

“If I truly...?” She didn’t know much either, then. John sighed. It had been the same void of memory for his summons, then... no, worse for them: he at least remembered some place where he and Tricia had truly met and fell… towards what? What was that half-remembered, half-real place?

John’s pants suddenly vanished.

Fairy used Theft on your pants!

“You’re not supposed to take hostile actions...”

“Who’s being hostile?” she whispered innocently as she pulled his boxers down, letting his fat cock flick down to bash her on the belly. “You know, I still hate you,” she muttered as she worked his shaft and head with both hands.

A single eye dared a glance... and found itself fixated on the unsheathed weapon between the man’s legs as it pressed against the bat-woman’s underbelly.

“You’ve... mmmm,” John grunted, “yeah, I can really tell.”

"Don’t misunderstand,” she quickly spat, “it’s just, well... you've given me power, Master... and it's inevitable that my kind is attracted to power. The more, the merrier... and to be given power... mmm..." Chains manifested like slow, uncoiling snakes from underneath Fairy's body and spread wings as she laid back on John's bed, slowly covering the sheets with warm iron links. “That, and, if I’m honest, watching you fuck the whole platoon of whores in your life… it may have stirred some envy in me yet.”

John protested... but he didn't move away from the warmth of Fairy's flesh. "I have to go back and protect-"

"They'll be fine for a few minutes... which means you've got hours." The red gleam in her eye hungered, and she smiled toothily up at her master as she slowly maneuvered her legs.

John leaned down and took Fairy’s fiery mouth with his; she tasted of sex, even on her tongue, but John welcomed the reprieve. He had fought, talked, and fought again for what felt like weeks in the span of little more than a day; he had apparently died and been born again, now with something new to try and explain to Tricia when their confounding marriage is discovered annulled. John still didn’t have a full grip on what such unions were; he barely appreciated what a regular marriage entailed, much less Abyssal polygamy.

But he didn’t care right now. He had been holding back, and perhaps Fairy knew it... and her almost pitiable excuse for trying to relieve her master was enough for him.

He quickly parted her legs and a bit of steam rolled from her fiery, slimey crotch in response. “You should know I’m more Hell than the Hellbat, now,” she moaned as cool air struggled to ease her heat.

“Then I’ll fuck the devil out of you,” he grunted in retort.

“No foreplay? Ever the brutal ****,” she cried in faux fear.

“You’re staining the bed.”

“A gentleman would still-“ Fairy covered her mouth as her cry came out. John’s finger was almost burning as it slid down her sex, rubbing the length and sections of his middle finger across her clitoris as he probed her.

“Who knew you’d be this sensitive?”

“I’m not, you w-wart!”

“Ah, then it’s just for me.”

“Don’t be so coc- h-hey, don’t you dare put your mou-hou-!”

John’s face was already drenched in the burning soup of her corrupting juices, and the brush of his tongue brought a quick squirt of ever more. The sheets darkened beneath her legs; her body began to sweat visibly with even these slight ministrations. Somehow, becoming larger had multiplied her sex drive… or else, it really was something about John that drove her ever higher. Her thighs squeezed his ears and darkened his hair with her fluids; he didn’t care or stop greedily sucking on her clitoris until she’d flinch in pain. She didn’t; even this pain was a relief.

This play was not without its witnesses, though such witnesses were ignorant of the show. The cleric spirits waited idly by, waiting for the mess to cease. Outside, a head was daintily pressed against the door from which Fairy’s surprised hollers had been heard. And from behind the fountain, hiding in its shadow with a natural skill and unnoticed by John... was a creature not yet truly met, one who did not know language or speech or science. Her furry, shadowed body pressed against the marble font of the bedroom as she remained unseen... but seeing. With her ear she had heard many futile attempts at one sort of language. With a peeking, red-orange eye, she watched another language, one that seemed more… relatable. Natural.

She watched as Fairy’s cream-colored thighs lifted and glistened while they squeezed the shifting head of the man who freed her from her prison of glass and steel. She didn’t understand gratitude, or honor, or basic social concepts… and she had hidden herself here to escape the curious probings of the other monsters in the Temple. But this language… the language of flesh… it spoke to her. She flinched and suppressed her mutterings as her clawed hands reached between her legs and hurt her. She had the urge all while growing up, but her claws always made her think twice... but now, with a visual subject, with her first example of this new, strange thing called “sex,” she finally had a focus for her attempt at masturbation. Still her claws hurt... but now she ached too longingly, too earnestly, to ignore her throbbing, virgin sex.

Fairy’s back arched as the chains flew up to try and restrain John… and like snakes touched unexpectedly, each recoiled out of their duties to the master. John peeked up from between her sweating legs and over her small patch of red, pubic fur, so neatly trimmed on her mound and away from the shimmering lips of her pussy. His face shimmered in turn with her come, and hers with sweat and panicked frustration. Her body was a moist vista, and from between her fair tits her frustrated, almost worried glare could be seen. “I-I… this is wrong. I should be dominating you, n-not-“

”You know that was never going to work.” A flicker; nothing more. Fairy bit her lip in unsure arousal, but John made the choice for her as he rose and aligned the head of his cock with her sex.

Ahk watched with one wide eye as the man invaded the woman. Her claw slipped into her own, virgin sex, and she bit her lip as her mighty nail bit her sex. Still, past the pain, she trembled at the sensation.

“F-Fuck, you club-dicked ****, you s-shitty little… fuck…”

John pushed a few more inches in before lifting Fairy by her lower back. Her body panicked as her wings and chains went haywire, flapping and flailing to scratch the wooden posts of the bed and the sheets as she tried to find some balance in his awkward grab. John rotated with her, groaning as he felt her slide down. She was unforgivingly tight, as if her sex had not grown with her since their last encounter; she moaned in different pitches, inch by inch, until she settled on a soft soprano once eight of his nine inches were firmly planted against her cervix.

Her pubic mound bulged ever so slightly from the newfound presence… and Fairy’s body continued to twitch and tremble in her Master’s grasp. Her wings arched to their full lengths and the chains emanating from her body went limp.

“What else am I, then? You started this, so tell me,” John chuckled as he took her nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard enough to make her cry out with a shaking, pitiful voice; her depths squeezed and milked his manhood even as it struggled to contain the same. Her thighs, **** to not touch him, now terrified of any more contact with the flesh of her master, shakily tapped his hips as they failed to push back against his hands and mere gravity.

She looked down as her master continued to bow his head and painfully suck at her right nipple… but said nothing. At last, John relented only to rub his face against her chest as he whispered, “Use these chains of yours to bind us together… and to pin you completely down on me.”

You cast Reduce Body on your penis, shrinking it by 50%.

John’s cock gave up its girth and length, letting his hands guide Fairy into the position he desired… and with his face still quasi-motorboating his first summon’s petite chest, he had neither time nor awareness to watch Ahk’s reactions as she saw his meat fully vanish into Fairy.

Unable to do otherwise, Fairy’s chains obeyed; none grew barbs or became superheated, as they would in combat, but each link was a warm embrace as they encircled the lovers: John sitting cross-legged on the bed and Fairy’s thighs squeezed against his waist as she drove her body against his humble five inches. The chains layered, one over the other, until their union was cross-thatched with iron that squeezed them together. John’s hands maneuvered just before the links pinned them to his targets: one on her left tit and the other over her handful of toned ass. Her body burned like steam as it pressed against him, sweating to mix with his sweat, and her breath a spicy heat on his ear as she stammered, “You still can’t get me pregnant, you… you fuckwit…”

“Who said anything about pregnancy?” he muttered before going back to tormenting her nipple between his teeth.

She shrieked, jumped, and squirted all over his crotch as she felt the exquisite pain of his bite. Her chains tightened; her plump flesh rose from between the lashings of metal. “You vicious little… fuck, what happened to the loser… who jerked off looking at me…?”

John decided he’d answer with another firm, painful suck… and then, as she quivered in response, whispered, “Keep the chains tight… don’t let us be pushed apart.”

“I know, you moronic-”

You used Augment Body on your penis, reversing the effects of Reduce Body.

“—aaah!”

Ahk flinched in solidarity with Fairy as she watched the barely-visible base of John’s cock suddenly expand… and the chains groan and struggle as his meat **** its way through the little devil.

Fairy’s wings batted desperately, but her chains held; his cock pushed further and further against her womb as it stretched her vagina taut. The distended flesh inside her cried in pain as she felt him continuing to torment the entrance of her womb; by now, she was familiar with this particular game of his. “D-Don’t… I-I’m bigger, but I still can’t-“

“Oh, sure you can,” John assured her.

You used Augment Body on your penis, increasing it by 50%.

“No-no-no-fuuuck-!”

John’s cock fattened, lengthened… and pushed against a cervix too-often penetrated to provide much resistance. Her body tried to push against his growing mass from inside. Her chains did not permit it. Her body squeezed and struggled, her vagina could no longer stretch and had toughened, becoming too strong to break by mere pressure… or at least it wouldn’t while there was another, more porous escape valve to take advantage of.

“Fuck, n-not again, you SON OF A-!” Stretch. “Aaah… ah…” Fairy’s wide-open mouth gasped in small bursts as she pissed her lady jizz all over John… and drifted her pinned fingers over the distended lump that was now her stomach and crotch. Inside, she knew he had done it… and based on the happy sigh that escaped her partner, she knew he’d never not do it in the future. “Ahh…” She still couldn’t manage any words.

You used Chance to increase the probability of a critical hit from your next spell to 100%.

400MP was still a whopper of a cost to guarantee triple-damage for one spell, but he wanted to give this a try, at least right before he came.

CRIT! You used Augment Body on your balls, increasing them by 150%!

Fairy looked at the warnings and shook her head in a pitiable attempt to beg. “Y-You should go… s-save your friends or… fuck, this isn’t… this doesn’t…” She couldn’t lie and say this felt bad; her speech still struggled over the orgasm drawn out by the perverse, the painful, and the ugly version of sex her master was trying out.

“Alright… loosen the chains.”

Fairy said nothing as she was reduced to whimpers and drooling. Her tainted sweat now rained down from her body to lubricate the chains. Her tightly-gripped, plump and cream-colored flesh rose out from between the bindings just before they finally eased off… but now her body was accommodating his monstrosity of manhood, both were still red where the chains had hugged them, and Fairy no longer rose to attempt proper sex… until he gripped her and slowly dragged his dick out.

“C-C-aref-aaah-aaah!”

John had gotten five inches out, taking her womb down with him… before slamming her back down. Fairy gagged and twitched as her chains disintegrated, leaving just her spasming flesh as her body writhed and jiggled with the impact of each thrust. It was almost nostalgic of their first night “together,” though the comparison was lost on John as he felt her gripping heat stretched around him and constantly crushing his cock. He tried to take himself out of her womb, if only to go back in, but it continued to clasp around him just under his head; he wasn’t coming out until he came out. Like this he continued his torturous pleasuring of Fairy, humping her body against him, alternatively sucking or squeezing her iron-hard nipples, and rubbing the slick body in his grasp as her thighs continued to alternate between crushing and hugging him.

Fairy had lost her flair for taunting at this point, reduced to pleasured gasps and **** moans as John continued to torment her breasts until they were red and bite and pull on her tiny brown nipples until they were nearly blackened with firmness… until she felt an unfamiliar sensation. Fluid was passing through them… and filling his mouth. “What… What the fuck are you…?” She looked at her left tit, the one he wasn’t suckling happily from… and as he tortured it with a pinch, saw a flesh-colored dribble leak from it.

John swallowed the new fluid… and grinned at the pink leaking from her tit. A bit of the same leaked from the corner of his mouth.

High Fairy milk consumed, restoring 14% of your maximum MP.

Achievement unlocked! “I’ll Freak You Right, I Will”!
Bring out a hidden trait in a minion through sex! How many hidden attributes will you draw out from your pleasure victims?
+1 level for the triggering monster
+3,000XP

Fairy is now level 29!

High Fairy Milk
The lactation of a High Fairy, consisting of kindness, joy, and the wisdom of the fey. This creamy substance takes on the color and flavor of the High Fairy’s favorite berry or fruit and has healing properties, including cures for low-level poisons and diseases, restoring HP/MP, and/or resuscitating ****, living beings.

“Oh wow…”

“Oh, fuck no,” Fairy muttered with a shake of her head.

“It tastes like-“

“Don’t you fucking-“

“… strawberries?”

“Fuck you, you monstrous cucklefaguuuuuuuuck-!”

John decided he was close enough, despite the strange discovery, and began to pump Fairy’s body in earnest. Her gasping cries were punctuated by greater spills of her fluids below; Ahk’s own strangled grunts persisted as her clawed fingers cut and rubbed her tender nethers while she watched this alien pornography. In her primitive fantasy, she was being rutted by this creature... and the pleasure was his to give her.

“I’m close,” John grunted, “where do you want it-?!”

“In me- NO! I want it in me- FUCK!” Fairy screamed as she continued to try and lie.

John obliged… and buried himself, stretching her vagina as it crushed him, clearing the cervix with the full head of his engorged penis… and rocketing an enhanced, monstrous load of cum in one, womb-filling blast. The space at the top of her distended front suddenly expanded… and another blast ballooned her torso as her womb stretched. John rubbed healing spells into his cumdumpster as he moaned and softly grunted. Fairy’s mind could focus on little else but the sensation and internal sound of flooding, of being so terribly full as her uterus pressed against the rest of her organs, and of his meat pulsing to stimulate her further still. Her tits squirted pink while her crotch practically urinated her feminine fluids onto John, and both continued in this way while her stomach slowly expanded.

Fairy cried out with a whimper, “Fuck… why does this feel so fucking— you fucking asshole…!”

John groaned happily in response.

Ahk let out her small, animal cry as the pain and pleasure finally became too much for her.

A pause… but only one John had any sense to appreciate. Baffled, he glanced around Fairy’s trembling body just in time to see Ahk, that red-eyed, mysterious girl, scampering low over the marble tiles and slamming her body against the Sanctuary doors. She eventually got them open and scampered away, never letting her gaze meet John’s as if that might be what gave her away… and John watched as cleric spirits swooped in to work on the small drippings of blood she left behind. “

“What… was she there… the whole time?”

“Oh yeah,” Fairy moaned.

“Why… didn’t you say anything?!”

Fairy looked down at John, confused. “Gah… what?”

John glanced at the doorway through the angle he had… and watched as Regan, likely having just had her head pressed against the door, now struggled as her body groped the floor for her head. Her glowing red face and squeezed-shut eyes showed she was trying to employ a similar tactic to Ahk: don’t meet John’s eyes, and he wouldn’t see you.

It didn’t work.