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PREVIOUSLY ON BM: Quinn became a cum rocket, but Padmava stole the show because she wasn't using protection.
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Chapter 25: New High Score!
Honoka lay on the damp crimson covers of the bed in the Harmony Room. Although someone kindly turned up the heat, Honoka wore three towels after her Happy Ending massage and bath. The Ymirian never felt so relaxed, her body smelling of the fragrant oil and fermented honey. In front of her was a large tray with two gallons of holstaur milk and a dozen raw Dire Chicken eggs. Taking her time to crunch the hard shells and let the gooey centers slide down her throat, Honoka practically glowed at the idea she would soon be a mother...father...fmother?
"Will you stop smiling?" Diane sat across from Honoka, her wig of long black hair framing a grouch face mingled with a bit of sad pouting, emerald horns coming out of the headpiece with well-tailored holes. The succubus went all out, finding a magenta t-shirt with the famous lips and tongue sticking out band logo on the front, the shirt too small as her massive tits and erect nipples stretched it to nearly tearing, her exposed abdomen leading down to a pair of peekaboo black panties that hid nothing, only emphasizing her prodigiously toned rear and sopping pussy. With her glasses on, it completed the perfect roleplay outfit of Honoka's favorite bit of porn from the BustArtist collection.
Honoka stopped smiling, realizing how sensitive the subject of children would be to the succubus.
"Did you know?" Diane asked, her kelly eyes boring into Honoka's cobalt ones.
"She literally told me as I shot into her." The black woman finished another egg and picked up a gallon jug, tipping it back and chugging.
"Hmph." The succubus didn't say anything else, but she turned her head away and looked at the wall, her tail making circle patterns on the sheets.
"Its a delayed thing with Padmava, she promised she'd wait. If you want, we can harmonize you quickly and spend those twenty-five points to fix..."
"I'm fine."
Honoka finished the last egg, the crunching sound loud in the quiet room. "You are not fine, and I would prefer you to speak to me instead of trying to forced me to read your mind."
Diane flinched, closing her eyes and breathing in and out before turning back to Honoka with an apology on her face. "Sorry. You're right, I'm not fine. I wanted to be your first."
"Still the plan. Specifically, your plan." Honoka popped the top to the second gallon and chugged that one. "You want to change the plan?" she asked between gulps.
"No." Diane looked like she was metaphorically bikini waxing when she said it, yet her mind remained resolute. "I can wait a couple of weeks." Sighing, the freckled woman leaned forward and pushed the empty tray off the bed, going over to her potions cabinet and opening it. "What are your numbers at?"
Honoka checked, winching as the Status headache reminded her there was no such thing as a free lunch. "Stamina is fine, that massage made it go up to 78%, but mana is low at 32%. Oh, and before I forget, Padmava went up to 38%. Guess Quinn is still the champ."
Diane pulled out a dark blue mana potion and tossed the vial to Honoka, grumbling up a storm when she closed the cabinet forcefully. "I should be the high score, I earned over sixty points in one go."
"Ah, is someone jealous?" Honoka removed her towels and hopped off the bed, wobbling a little as her brunch food baby caught her off balance. "Do you need kisses?"
"Maybe," Diane replied in a tiny voice, her bottom lip out in the most adorable way.
Honoka giggled and came over, giving the succubus a big hug and pulling her head down, beginning a long round of kisses between the two of them. Honoka tasted like the milk she just finished. Diane tasted of mint and desire.
"Now, I've been thinking, that sex swing over there needs testing and I have a bit of a surprise for you," Honoka announced, guiding Diane over to the corner. The sex swing was industrial strength, utilizing solid pitons drilled directly into the stone ceiling and a box in the corner filled with alternatively sized straps. It would even support Banda, but for today it was only a hoist with four padded velcro lines that adjusted to any size or height.