Becoming Monsters 2 Ch 60

Becoming Monsters Chapter 60: The Price Of Honor

Honoka never experienced a naga blowjob before.

It was terrifying.

*slrrp slrrp glp*

*plop*

*hssssss!*

"Look, I know we haven't had a lot of time to catch up, but I thought you'd like to know how the wives are doing with all the changes."

They soaked in a steamy bath: Padmava, Honoka and Diane. Padmava's bath, to be precise, which is where most the wives bathed since the other wash rooms were taken over by the guests. It was as large as the largest and had all the fixings of the other bathrooms, including a few little touches in the tile work that emphasized this was for the mistress of the house. Overall, the rooms and amenities of the large house were elegant with just a hint of style, yet this room and the master suite Padmava shared with her children was more in the realm of elegant opulence.

"Oooo...kaaay." Honoka was both scared and excited, her dick currently inside Padmava's slow moving mouth, glacially moving up and down the shaft. The scare factor wasn't because she was getting a blowjob from a giant snake...wasn't

only

because of reptile cunnilingus. Although Banda and Quinn got all the notice for being large girls, Padmava was also her own mini-GTS without even including her long reptile body. With her hooded cobra head large enough to act as an umbrella if she stood over someone, Padmava's mouth was flat, wide and incredibly deep as dick

snaked

(hehe) down her throat. Just to give the woman enough to work with, Honoka was currently pumped up to thirty inches (72 cm) and the Indian woman devoured every last inch. All this combined into the image of a woman with a snake mouth large enough to devour Honoka whole was slurping down her cock and hypnotically staring into Honoka's gaze with the question of whether or not the naga would go all the way and eat Honoka up in the next gulp.

*plop*

*hssssss!*

Then there was the venom. Thick and hot inside Padmava's mouth, one of the most deadly poisons and probably the most acidic compounds in the world, Padmava didn't have a lot of control over the fluid while she gobbled Honoka's knob. Weeks ago, Diane developed a potion that gave Honoka immunity to the various effects of the venom and this was the first trial run, Honoka never working up the nerve to try it. Just to be safe, Diane was on hand and taken the potion as well. Diane's bag of tricks were on the other side of the tub, Padmava allocating Banda's Cleric Class and Honoka possessed a high dose of Health and gob regeneration. Right now, the feeling inside Padmava's mouth was like the naga filled her mouth full of hot pudding, venom coating down her shaft like thick lube as drips of it splattered into the clear water of the bath with a plop and a hiss.

(Unlike what Honoka's chemistry teacher told her in high school, adding water to an acid or acid to water does

not,

in fact, cause an explosion. It

does

create a chemical reaction that creates a lot of heat. So much heat, in fact, that Honoka would be well and truly boiled right now if she didn't have the regeneration or Health points)

"I mean, I don't want you to feel like we've been neglected: we haven't." Diane lounged further down the pool, idling flicking her forked tail up and down Padmava's leviathan body while reading something on her data pad, her general mien relaxed and letting the world drift away. "Babies are the number one priority and we couldn't be happier to spend as much time with them as possible. As for me personally, with so many people around, many of whom are deliciously single - and over 18! - I'm having to turn people away I'm so stuffed full of Hunger I could burst. Pad here is in charge of your secret birthday present so don't even try to find out what she's doing. Eve has midterms and is doing most of her studying down in the nursery just so she can spend time with the kids. This thing with Cholena's dairy has Banda worried, but she seems excited to show up tomorrow morning and test out her new halo powers on a large group. Quinn just texted me and said she was going back down for another delve, solo this time. She's working too hard, I'm scheduling a double dose of the Beast so she can unwind a little. Dolly is a completely different woman and I'm already looking into doing something exciting for her this week. Abra and Gwyneth are too new, but they seem to be settling in just fine, Abra especially has been a busy bee going around the compound and patching up some of the worn out walls. I'll be sure to sit down with them tonight and see what tickles their clits. I'm more worried about Miaka. I think she feels the attack was somehow her fault."

"Wha?" Honoka sweated not just from the boiling bath around her, but with her Health up over seventy points, the cumming climax slow and immense. Just the beginning salvos of premen juting up into Padmava's mouth was thicker and harder than one of her common ejaculations, though the flood just made the motherly naga more determined to finish as she sped up her bobbing rhythm. "...I don't...it was nobody's...fault..."

"I know that, and I think she tells herself that. It's just..." Diane paused, putting down her tablet and sliding over some of Padmava's scaled snakeskin. "The birdbrain hardly sleeps and every single minute she's not with you or out delving, she's flying around the Lair like she's on constant guard. I think it's a good thing, but she's turned down having Gwyneth help with her undead and insists on taking other wives' shifts. If it goes on much longer, she's going to burn out."

Honoka was thinking about how to respond when the rocking sensation mixed with the vigorous licking of a forked tongue brought her to to the brink, her abdomen began to expand with cum, her cock gaining a few inches as it hardened to steel and every muscle in her body began to seize. Reaching up even as she bent forward, Honoka grabbed the sides of Padmava's cobra hood and yanked down, pulling herself as far into her wife as she roared and came.

"AAAAAOOOIH!" Honoka cried inarticulately, shooting her jizz cannon hard enough Padmava's head tried to rock back but stayed in place from Honoka's grip, a cascade of cum spewing out of reptilian lips, white girl spunk mixing with the black venom to make a sizzling gray slurry as the two magical compounds tried to mix with actual sparks popping in the air like a grinder cutting steel.

"Holy crap!" Diane shouted, covering her eyes from the thaumian discharge while she tried to splash away in case something else reacted to all the magic.

"Bbrbbrrrbbllbll" Padmava noised, trying to extricate herself while trying to breath, eventually slipping the Beast out of her throat and mouth, getting moneyshot in the eye for her trouble hard enough to yelp in pain. "Ah! Watch where you're aiming that!"

Orgasm or no orgasm, Honoka wasn't about to let a line like that lie. Edging up along the bench in the bath and gripping her cock with both hands, Honoka then took her tool and converted the white fountain into a firehose, aiming directly in the center of Padmava's scaled chest, then firing it at as much exposed scales as she could paint, her face taking on a fierce grin.

Padmava, surprised at first, blocked the hot spray for a moment before giving up, resigned to getting slimed, already plotting revenge. The naga did feel Diane still splashing along behind her, so with a flick of her tail, Padmava looped the screaming succubus around and brought her in front.

"Like I tell Jaya, it's nice to share!" Padmava said as she laughed, using Diane as a sputtering splooge shield.

"

...phht!

...I just...

aah!...

washed my hair!" Diane sounded angry, but there was no denying that the perverted succubus closed in on her own orgasm purely from being basted in cum.

By the time they finished, it was another half hour of showering and scrubbing before any of them were clean enough to face the rest of the Sunday afternoon.

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Eyes closing slowly, head falling back inch by inch, Honoka snapped out of her nap at the last second when little Thomas burped and spit up some milk onto the rag on Honoka's shoulder before nuzzling back into his own baby dreamland.

"You doing ok, Hono-chan?" Uzume asked, little Sarah suckling a bottle in the Japanese woman's arms, her tiny baby arms growing feathers slowly before shifting back into striped fur.

"I'm fine, where were we?" Honoka asked, idly rubbing her eyes and cleaning Thomas' mouth as she tried to focus on the meeting again.

"We're done here today, I'll have these contracts ready for you to sign by the end of the week." Julietta had her shirt unbuttoned to the point of indecency, pink satin bra holding her cottony bosoms up nicely. Otherwise, the mummy was sitting Indian on the ground and had two notepads and a laptop spread out around her. "Maybe sooner, but I want to make sure they are ironclad before filing them with the county."

Georgia, Philip and Cholena were also in the room and either had notepads or electronic devices to make sure all the intricacies of starting a new business were covered. At first, Honoka had tried to follow everything that went into incorporation and mergers and mutual partnerships, but before long she found herself lost and more than a little ashamed that she wasn't smart enough to keep up. When her mother came into the office and handed her Thomas, Honoka was relieved enough for the distraction before all the tension got to her and she found herself slipping in and out of a dream over the rainbow.

"Sorry, I guess I'm not much help here," Honoka said with enough bite little Thomas squinched his tiny translucent face for a bit before drifting back asleep.

"Nobody thinks that," Georgia stated, getting up and putting a hand on Honoka's thigh. "None of this would be happening without you and this was all your idea to begin with. Let us help out where we can so you can focus on the big picture."

For the briefest of moments, Honoka's face flickered before she smiled towards Georgia's thick glasses and nodded as if she understood. The rest of the people in the room got back to work finishing the work as Uzume got up and sat down next to her daughter, her face clear that she had seen Honoka's reaction.

[What is wrong, daughter?]

Uzume asked in Japanese, her voice quiet so as not to interrupt the others.

[It isn't anything wrong, just a small problem,]

Honoka answered, rocking Thomas in her arms and hoping her mother would let it drop.

Uzume didn't say anything, but she didn't need to. When Honoka managed to look up, her mother's face said everything and it was loud and clear.

Sighing, Honoka decided she couldn't hide anything from her mother.

[I told you about what happened in the Bone Castle. Most of it, anyway. What I haven't told you is that I'm terrified of what I learned there. I think I'm a part of some kind of System or Status trial selection, my Race and Class making me some kind of Herald. I don't know what that means yet, but I feel inside of me a kind of urgency that isn't my own emotion, like a weight pushing my soul to hurry up. When this all started a month ago, I saw a vision of an immense being called Jörð. Despite everything that has happened, that singular moment has stuck with me and I know that if I'm not prepared, the entire world is going to end. The more I figure out about my Race and Class, the more I'm convinced I'm right.

[I keep coming back to the meeting I had with Enoch in the Bone Castle. It isn't right and it doesn't make sense, but when I was down there I was so worried about my family it broke my spirit. I have to keep reminding myself that Enoch is dead and can't hurt them because in the end, I wasn't the one who killed Enoch. Subconsciously, I'm looking around at all my wives transforming into capable women and growing more and more into the most beautiful and powerful people I have ever known while I stay the same. Consciously, I tell myself differently, but it doesn't help. Yet even as I think that, it all cycles back to some unknown future that can happen tomorrow where the world will end and I'm not...capable enough to save it.]

When Honoka finished, it was all in a rush, the worries pouring out of her like the opening of Pandora's box. Just everything she had been holding inside coming out, Honoka slumping in emotional exhaustion as she tried to sort through her emotions.

Uzume took it all in, then got up to hand Sarah to Georgia. When Honoka's mother returned, all she did was kneel down and wrap her arms gently around Honoka.

"I love you," Uzume whispered, barely loud enough for Honoka to hear. "And if you are the one chosen to fight for the world, then the world is already saved. I don't know of another person with more strength, more courage or more charity save our Lord than you. I believe in you."

Honoka didn't say anything, but she was lightly sobbing into her mother's shoulder. For the first time in what felt like forever, the ache inside herself went away and all Honoka could feel was peace. And while Honoka would have wanted this moment to last forever, Thomas started fussing and ended the moment.

Leaning back, Uzume put her hands on Honoka's shoulders and gave her daughter a critical look. "Now you need to start believing in yourself."

"Yes,

kaa-san,"

Honoka replied, wiping her eyes but smiling.

The others in the room politely ignored the mother and daughter having their heart to heart, not saying a word as Honoka silently got up and made her way out of the room. It was around dinner time and Honoka could smell food through the halls, a rumble jumbling from her tummy as she made her way back to the nursery. However, looking down one of the halls, Honoka took a different turn on a whim, thinking now was the time to face her problems head on instead of running from them.

*knock knock*

It took a full minute, but without a sound the door opened and Honoka's grandmother, Mizuki Honda, stood there perfectly still in a silk blue kimono, obviously surprised enough to silence as she looked up at her grandchild with shock.

Shock, and sadness.

[Good afternoon, honorable grandmother.]

Honoka said, bowing slightly with the baby in her arms.

[I was wondering if you would care to spend some time with one of your great-grandchildren and maybe let me offer thanks for all that you've done for me and my family.]

Later, Honoka couldn't remember what happened next, precisely. In her memory, everything was hazy and the Ymirian mother wasn't convinced she was in her right mind. Mizuki was either smiling or about to smile, either reaching forward to hold the baby or shying away. Honoka honestly couldn't put everything together because at that moment, Isami stepped into the common area from his room, took one look at his wife and Honoka and Thomas and then spoke in heavily accented English.

"Oh, it is the whore and one of her bastard children. Mizuki, would you go somewhere else? I have a business call I'm about to conduct."

At first, nothing happened. Honoka's mind wandered in strange ways while something built up inside. Looking at how horrified Mizuki had become in only a few seconds, some of that must has shown on Honoka's face, and in that moment Honoka took a good look at her grandmother. Mizuki was only five feet tall, demure, aging in the graceful way many Japanese women did. While Uzume might look like Honoka's sister, with the exception of their skin color and age, Honoka and Mizuki could have been twins. It was like looking into her own future, or at least a future before she grew seven inches (18 cm) and gained forty pounds (18.2 kg).

*bmpbmpbmpbmp*

Without realizing it, Honoka gritted her teeth so hard she felt as if her jaw would snap in half. The pounding of the blood in her ears drowned out every sound as her vision tinged with actual red. She had to exert painful effort to keep the arms holding her baby boy relaxed enough to keep from hurting him, but the child must have sense something because with a loud wail he started to cry in her arms, blasting the hallway with a strong gale. Her breath coming in hard gasps, Honoka was so angry she was about to do something unthinkable.

Mizuki, seeing Honoka's distress, thankfully stepped forward and took Thomas out of her arms, leaning forward and hurriedly whispering. "He didn't mean that, he..."

"Isami Honda!" Honoka shouted, loud enough the whole house probably heard her. "Step into the courtyard

right now

or else reveal yourself to be the coward I know you are!" Turning on her heel, Honoka quickly marched out of the hall and down the nearby stairs, making her way into the gym and armory.

As a professional dungeon guild, the armory was a bit sparse to provide enough weapons for a dozen delvers. It was still impressive. Dozens of handguns ranging from a Colt 1911 to an IMI Desert Eagle, rifles as simple yet powerful as the D'Arcy Echols .485 Legend Heavy Sporter to a belt fed M60 to three new Mossberg 590 Tacticals hanging nearby. Underneath these guns sat literal crates of ammo, enough to hold off the British Empire if they ever decided they wanted their tea back. Honoka passed by those and the cabinets of armor to get to the bladed weapons. Knives of every shape and size, a couple of European and Middle Eastern style swords, then eight katana of various lengths. In the center of these, in a place of honor, Honoka's mithril katana sat sheathed and ready for use.

"No," Honoka whispered, instead grabbing two of the other katana before going back upstairs and out into the courtyard.

The open center of the collection of buildings had about thirty people out, most curious onlookers after probably overhearing Honoka's declaration and wondering what was about to happen. Many of the Honda clan emerged, most of them avoiding Honoka while they were here. Akisame had Miu by the hand, though his normally passive face was troubled. None of the wives were around, which suited Honoka just fine.

"Hono-chan, what's going on?" Uzume asked, coming out of one of the nearby hallways. When she saw the swords, her face paled and she quickly tried to intercept her daughter. "Honoka?"

"Get out of my way," Honoka growled, barely stopping in front of her mother.

Confused for a moment, Uzume turned to see her father step into the courtyard and patiently make his way towards them, Mizuki trailing behind with a crying Thomas in her arms. Eyes wide, Uzume was stunned as Honoka showed newfound strength and pushed her mother aside.

When Honoka stood a few feet apart from Isami, it was with more effort than she cared to admit that she didn't just draw her sword and kill him right there. Wearing a simple black and gray kimono that borrowed classical styling from the Edo Period, the old man's wrinkled face looked bored more than anything else. Despite Honoka's new stature, he still managed to look down at her.

On the other hand, Honoka looked like she was borrowing clothing from a younger, smaller sister. Barefoot, blue skirt short enough a small breeze would give anyone looking a show, her blouse mussed and half of her bra visible to the crowd, Honoka might have been mistaken for a waitress finishing a long shift at a strip bar.

"If anyone else had said what you said, we wouldn't be here. And it isn't even about the words that you said that has brought this on: it is the contempt you have shown in your every action since you arrived here. Yet I want you to know that this isn't about me." Honoka gripped the swords so tightly the wooden sheathes were creaking in her hands. "I might not like that you despise me but I can accept it. However, you

will not

speak like you did about my wives and

especially

about my children. I will give you one chance to repent your words. Bow your head to the ground and

beg

forgiveness, or else we settle this now."