Chapter 96: Celebration – Part 3

Chapter 96: Celebration – Part 3

I let the golems out and send Jarn to Ciel so that she can have some "fun" explaining what the fuck a golem is, then I cuddle up with Suzy while Alissa cuddles with Ted.

I start to imagine Suzy's little body as I pat her head. A kuudere blonde little girl; a white angel counterpart for Lina with long hair that pools on the floor. She needs red eyes and cute, little red lips, though her jaw needs to be able to open wide enough to fit my whole cock, or at least it needs the ability to unhinge itself.

Ted could be a girl with curly or wavy hair in a cute brown color. Perhaps she could have round ears like Klein's and cute, fluffy patches of fur like Poosh.

I need to get the High Officers to help me create a body for her. Sai and Almaria could work together on creating a biological "fuckable body" like a nature elemental's, which is the most malleable body out of all of my elementals.

I really want to give something back to them. Make them "happy," somehow. Aside from using [Bind] on them, this is the only other way that I can see to really do that.

Roxanne suddenly comes over to our table and breaks me out of my musings. "Dance with me, please," she pleads with a cute pout.

I awkwardly scratch my horn with a claw. I don't want to say no, but...

"Just one dance," she insists, then grabs my head and gives each of my horns a kiss.

"Alright..." I relent, then I leave Alissa with the golems, though I'll definitely dance with her later to compensate.

I quickly move some of my points around and max out [Dancing], then Roxanne's long, thin tail wraps around mine, and I show them all the beauty of Rahgeeb, the traditional dance and mating ritual of the succubi race.

After a few moves, I throw her and spin on the spot as she strikes a pose, but our tails are tied, so she spins along with me. It's almost like ice skating for her, but she's tied to me, and she uses her bat wings to glide instead of using actual skates.

Succubi tails are incredibly resilient, and even if they were to snap during the dance, they'd just regrow after a few days, anyway. There's still the taboo about amputating their demon parts, but a dancer cares not for such things.

When the wild moves stop, her body glues itself to mine, and we dance like in a flamenco. Striking, sensual moves, followed by foot tapping, then I help her spin without tying our tails together, and her dress whirls up like a parasol, forcing her to use a hand to prevent her pussy from being exposed.

I pull her back, and her hip glues back against mine, then our bodies move in perfect sync, our legs taking steps of the same length even though her legs are longer.

With our foreheads touching, and our eyes locked together, we ignore the world around us and unleash our charm on each other.

Hers makes me want to fuck her like an animal, while mine makes her want to bend over and spread her pussy lips for me to fuck her. Combined together, we need nerves of steel to resist the temptation, to hold ourselves back from ripping off our clothes and mating right here and now, because resisting that impulse is part of the ritual, too.

This is one of the ancient ways for the succubi to choose partners, so I have a simple role in this ritual: to resist her temptation and be strong enough to allow her to shine. In a matriarchal society of femme fatales, a man who doesn't succumb to just about any woman is a treasure to be protected.

Roxanne's role is to shine, to appear as sensual as she can, and to charm the entire audience. I can't tell for the women, but Alissa counts a good number of erections among the attendees, including all of the male Chimeras present.

The song reaches the build-up, and I whip my tail, unfurling hers from mine so hard that she spins like a spinning top on the tip of her right foot, then she nearly takes flight as her wings give her some lift.

She rises a few centimetri off the ground, then the spin quickly loses its momentum, and she glides back down again, falling right into my arms.

I grab her waist and halt her spin, focusing on our connection to be ready to cast [Refresh] the second that she moves to retch, but it never comes.

After a moment of remaining still, I lower her down, sweeping her legs out so that she rests in my arms, then I bend my body until she's nearly horizontal and her hair is touching the floor.

The song reaches its apex, and all the instruments stop.

"I love you," I confess with a husky voice.

"I love you too, Wolfy," she softly replies with a gentle, confident smirk, and we kiss each other's lips, then the song continues, releasing all the tension it had built up.

I pull her back up for a few more spins, but we slow down along with the song, and we end in the same pose that we started in: our hips glued together, our foreheads touching, and our eyes locked.

We receive cordial applause, but Poosh leads them all with her excitement, and the rest follow suit. As a demon race herself, she seems to understand the significance of our dance.

Roxanne puts her glasses back on, and we send Poosh an appreciative nod.

After resting for a full song, the next one is calm and sexy, following the cycle of excitement and sensuality to not tire out the party-goers too quickly.

I grab Alissa's waist, and this time we just enjoy each other instead of trying to make a performance out of it.

Roxanne returns to the party with Hana, Osaria, Aoi, Yunia, and Klein down on the ground floor, then we watch Oritiki dance with her husbands, one at a time. Her movements gradually become more intense, and their bodies get closer and closer to one another.

They suddenly kiss when the song ends as they hug, their legs rubbing against the other's crotch, then not-Thor's dick hardens, riding up Oritiki's thigh, and her pussy leaves a visible wet spot on his.

The trio suddenly leaves the dance floor and goes over to the railing. The warthog-headed husband sits on it, precariously perched on the edge of the balcony, and Oritiki bends down to suck him off while not-Thor fucks her pussy.

The elven Lords murmur among themselves, a few almost clutching their pearls, but none of them avert their eyes away. They like to play around the borders of sex and fetishes, so outright public fucking is a bit too shocking for them.

Nohopu, the squirrel-headed captain, and his wife are still dancing, but his long, thin dick bounces around, fully erect. It's just a matter of time until he fucks his wife or one of his mistresses.

Hihiriwa is on his seat, his hand in his wife's lap, and the Gecko-headed woman has an overly stiff face that quickly distorts into one of effort and struggle, but she soon breaks her composure and lets out loud, lewd moans.

Down in the town below, the Chimeras start up orgies as the alcohol gets to their non-material brains. Lina's [Solidify] has been spreading very quickly among the spirit populace, and they're certainly enjoying the "recreational" focus of the spell.

The more shameless of the perverted elves pull out their dicks or expose their pussies, then send their prayers to the Goddess of Love, too, because some "cultural enrichment" is about to take place.

I join Sandoro at the railing to get a better look at the orgies going on down below, but Alissa's eyes provide the best details, and she even recognizes Ereia and Silvano right in the middle of one.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" I whisper to Sandoro with a warm smile gracing my face.

"Certainly... 'exceptional,'" he tersely answers, his face impassive as always.

"Do you have a wife?" -Sandoro suddenly coughs awkwardly, but I ignore this odd behavior- "You should join them if you don't and release some stress, you know? Or maybe you should both join them if you do have one."

"I'd rather not," he quickly answers, a lie if I've ever seen one.

I shrug and relent, "As long as you're happy with your choice."

"Always."

The maids and guards keep the horny nobles away from the lower party to prevent it from being completely disrupted, so the orgies take place in the streets. Ciel is rather thankful for that because getting Kyora too stimulated would definitely be annoying to deal with. Her whole harem would be needed to keep the huge woman satisfied, meaning a premature end to their reunion.

Hana and Osaria are also down there with Klein, and they're making an effort to keep themselves contained so that they don't ruin their fun. They know that I'll wreck their pussies later, and the anticipation of that makes the wait all the more exciting.

Silvano suddenly cums all over Ereia's petite little body, and a pair of dog Chimeras immediately start licking it all up, then another Chimera takes Silvano's place.

That girl is incredible, really.

Sandoro swallows heavily and announces, "I'll be... off... with, uh, my wif-..." Then he catches himself and immediately walks away, but I easily notice the bulge in his pants.

I turn around and see the Mendecassa sisters playing with Sainalai, and I get really fucking envious of the halfling. They'd definitely be into onee-san roleplay, and I haven't had a fix for my incest kink lately.

The inhibitions of the subordinate Lords start to give way as their consumption of alcohol picks up, and they follow the example of the Chimeras, though they lean heavily on the partner swapping aspect.

I lean my back on the railing, then Alissa sneaks a hand into my shorts and pulls out my armed dragonator. She strokes it softly, using my precum to coat the entire shaft with my juices so that it's ready for the first woman that bends over.

I blow air into the embers, and the draconic fire is instantly relit within me. The dragon has been awoken, and it wishes to breed with any woman that comes close.

And the first one is Poosh.

My eyes lock with hers, and her [Charm] strikes at my mind, but it's reflected back instantly, and her left hand immediately goes for her pussy. She can't help herself but to massage her own lips as she looks at me, and her usual kind, motherly look quickly becomes thoroughly cock-crazed.

She sensually bites her lower lip as her fingers plunge within her own depths. Her awe at my cock prevents her from moving, but I want them to come to me, instead, so I wait, and her thirst slowly takes hold of her.

She walks forward slowly with unsteady steps as she fingers herself until she stops before me, her breath quickened, her pale face flushed, and her bespectacled eyes locked upon my weapon.

"My Lord..." She whispers with a sultry tone and licks her lips.

"Your clothes, take them off, now," I order. The woman shall come to me, naked, bent over, and pussy lips spread apart, inviting me in.

Without another word, her entire dousnadeia falls to the floor, revealing her round, soft features. Her body isn't as curvy as Ciel's, or as tight as Alissa's, but every part of her seems soft, cuddly, and cute. She has a true motherly Lady's body, and I suddenly feel very thirsty for sheep milk.

I point to my wet, ready dragonator, making it longer and slightly thicker than usual so that it seems more menacing. "Come and sit on it, now."

She obeys like a good little sheep and draws nearer, then she gets so close that our bodies touch, and I grab her ass with my padded claws, making her squeak and jump in surprise. I pull her towards me, and my shaft slides along her moist entrance.

"We're insatiable, too," Ted suddenly speaks out.

We all turn surprised looks towards the ever-present bodyguards.

"Our desire to serve is endless," Suzy continues immediately.

"And our limitless sexual capacity allows us to satisfy all Masters," Jarn elaborates.

"Therefore, we're insatiable, too," Ted concludes.

I shrug and smile wryly. "I can't argue with that."

With that, we end our participation in the festivities. They'll keep going without us and rage all night long, or at least until the alcohol runs out.

Intermission 21 – Ira Saponaria

"Bloody Lord," is how the Title reads in my status.

Soapy water mixed with my dark, old blood runs down my skin. It seeps through the trunk floor and rains down into the moss greenhouse below us. My own plants drink my vital fluids, just like they have for many of my ancestors, but never before had it been spilt for such a shameful reason.

Warriors, protectors, and heroes of the people. My ancestors have been ruling this part of the High Forest for thousands of years, and never before have they bled from an enemy that they didn't kill.

Generations of warriors all culminating in me, someone who couldn't even swing his sword and was mocked so completely by having my enemy deliberately wound themselves with it.

"Darling?" My love whispers in my ear, concerned about my silence. "Are you okay?"

No, I'm not. It's only now, after the heat of battle, shame, and alcohol have all left my body that I can truly see the full extent of my arrogance.

"When I was down, bleeding and unconscious on the cold floor, I saw the Gods," my mouth moves on its own, weakly mumbling as it bares my heart.

"What did you see?" She asks curiously, trying to hide her growing worry.

I sigh and fight a lump in my throat that refuses to budge. "I was the closest that I'd ever be to them, and yet, I saw nothing, for the Gods didn't think that I was worthy of it. They'd found me wanting."

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