Curiosity Of The Demon King Pt 04

(Contains, throughout all parts: demons, gender transformation, anal sex, lesbian sex, furries, fantastic anatomy, and near-exclusive non-con.)

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Avlakoi went to bed in his private chambers, on a mattress barely large enough to accommodate his massive frame, and in his place Fosi woke in the middle of a sea of warm blankets and furs.

Again? So soon!?

"Good morning, sleepyhead," the tan succubus Kaffe cooed from her seat at the edge of the bed. "It is a brisk fifty-five degrees and dry, yet cloudy, so today I believe a nice skirt and shirt under a fur-trimmed mantle would suit you. Ah, and would you prefer a wrap, a brassier, or a bodice today? I would suggest a nice halterneck design some of the girls wear."

Fosi rolled to the side and wrapped her naked self up in fur, thankful that even if Avlakoi hadn't been able to appreciate it, his bedding was still soft and pleasant to the touch. "I don't care... Why are you here so early?"

"Because," Kaffe said, taking the edge of the fur and tugging it off Fosi, "I am not confident you are yet capable of dressing yourself. Demonesses do tend toward clothing easily donned and doffed alone, but some of the nobler designs do require a lady's maid. The bodice, for example, which I will not recommend as it requires some practice to wear without discomfort, needs someone to lace it from behind."

Although Fosi rankled at the very thought of being herself in this moment, she had some tattered pride left over. "I will wear the dress I wore yesterday, it was comfortable enough and I won't need you."

"You..." Kaffe sighed, shaking her face in her hands, "will not be wearing that again today. Have some respect for yourself. No woman should allow herself to be seen in the same outfit until the previous event has been forgotten. It is a sign of status that you can vary your wardrobe to that degree, though many of the poor girls simply rearrange the same slips of cloth for the effect. Think, have you seen me wearing the same dress twice within a week?"

"Yes."

"When we weren't out on campaign?"

"No."

"A uniform is different," Kaffe said. She put her arm across Fosi's naked shoulders in bed and kissed the girl's neck, ignoring an instinctive twitch away. "And I might have told you this earlier, but I was stopped by the fact that it would be incredibly rude to say to a woman-"

Fosi grit her teeth.

"Speak."

"You stink."

Fosi sniffed the air.

"You won't be able to smell it, since it is your own stench. My lady, I realized that you might not have any experience with having skin, as such, so sweat may have become a problem."

"So?" Fosi nudged Kaffe's arm off of her and curled into a tight, defensive ball on Avlakoi's massive bedspread. "According to your terms, I'm merely my

'father's'

go-between for the time being. I don't need to smell pleasant to do paperwork."

Kaffe came to her feet and went to the door. "That being the case, there will be three conditions for Avlakoi to return here for three full, uninterrupted days. Condition one: Fosi will have a bath. Consider that Avlakoi would not want a daughter who disgraces him and insults his guests by meeting them dirty."

"... I hadn't thought about it..." Fosi was just then noticing a pressure that had built in the night and she held her trembling knees together. She attempted to ignore it while Kaffe looked on, but that one wasn't going anywhere; her cheeks burned as she asked, "Is there... anything special about how girls pee?"

"Come to the bath I have had them prepare," Kaffe smirked with an evil glint in her slit eyes, "and I will tell you."

-o-

There wasn't all that much different about it, Fosi learned... She'd been led to the large shared bath that the previous demon lord had installed, that Avlakoi had never seen the use in having, where several succubi waited to attend to her while Kaffe watched in the background.

The succubi stripped her down out of the nightgown that she "had worn," as the story went, the night before with clerical efficiency and sat her down on a stool where she was assaulted from every direction with warm, damp towels, fragrant perfumed soap, lotions with rubbing palms. Her long hair was brushed with lots of little pains as knots were worked out, then lathered and rinsed. The feeling of fingers running through her hair, massaging her scalp was more relaxing than she'd anticipated. Even the feeling of lotion being worked into her cheeks, and elsewhere she'd rather not think about, was interesting, strangely chaste.

Once she'd been well and truly covered with foam, a bucket was lifted overhead and upended; water cascaded down her body, washing bubbles off to the drain. Only then was she allowed to dip her toes into the sunken bath proper, with water so hot and steamy that Fosi's body let out a contented moan, before she heard the giggles of the women behind her and bit it off.

With noble Fosi taken care of, relaxing, half-floating in the bath, the others began on themselves.

Kaffe slipped into the bath moments later with freshly-scrubbed brown skin gleaming with cleanliness.

She's... Am I that much prettier just for being clean?...

"Avlakoi," Kaffe said over the sound of sloshing water, shocking Fosi for an instant before she continued, "was nice enough to leave this place to us. I don't think he's ever bathed in anything but the blood of his enemies."

Fosi stared absentmindedly into the whirling steam rising off the water's surface toward a chandelier of glowing crystals that gave off a romantic orange light. She was actively trying not to think about how her breasts felt, buoyed by the water. "He... said that he used to wade into rivers... to get the blood and the mud off."

"I've seen it." Kaffe leaned back against the bath's rim, raised a slender, tan leg out of the water to stretch, steamy rivulets dripping from her skin until she let it fall back down with a splash. "We would sight the enemy across a field and he would go charging at the head of the pack to engage. More than once, I'd thought at the end of a battle he might as well have been a mud golem." She laughed and it felt for once as though there wasn't any mockery behind it, like a favored memory. "Sure, we lost The War in the end, but I think back to some battles where the enemy routed just at the sight of him. Heh, he was so frustrated that they hadn't the fortitude to stand and fight against him!"

Fosi made a noncommittal noise.

"Hey, hey, are you talking about milord?" Another succubus came to the edge of the bath, dipped her feet in but sat at the smooth stone rim with her distractingly-large rear mere inches from Fosi's head, looming at the edge of her vision. "You know, I once made him cum inside me. I was sore for days, but it was soo~ worth it. They say you're his daughter? Does that mean he finally got someone pregnant!? How long ago? Is she still around, your mum? I so wanna talk to her, you know? Ooh, oh oh, did you hatch from an egg, or did you actually get born?"

Of course I didn't impregnate you, Dragon-kin hardly ever succeed with anything else, and you're clearly a bull demon by those horns. I wouldn't have taken your cunt if it were any other way...

Fosi touched her belly and immediately recoiled at the thought of pregnancy.

"Yeah, an egg..." Fosi lied. Avlakoi had hatched, but she didn't actually know how it would go with theoretical offspring.

"That's so neat~ Do you have any brothers or sisters that you know about? All of us thought that he wasn't going to try and have any, you know, because of

that one thing,

so what-"

"Merrili," Kaffe said quietly. The piercingly mild tone made the girl skid to a stop. "Do not interfere with the affairs of nobility, no matter how minor. Her ladyship will tell you all she cares for you to know."

Is that the way you're going to play this? How am I supposed to know half of these things?

"My apologies, ma'am," Merrili said to one or both of them. Fosi, of course, still hadn't gotten used to being called a miss. "My lady, are you satisfied with your bath?"

Fosi continued to lie at the surface of the water. She would hate to admit that her skin felt much softer and smoother than it had when she'd awoken, and her hair swept out lusciously behind her instead of sitting as an oily clump. "Yes," she said.

More of the succubi were joining in, filling Fosi's senses with the atmosphere of female skin, playful banter and familiar touching followed by girlish squeals. Avlakoi hadn't known, cared, how succubi went about their days apart from their womanly services; he did know about the tailoring they did out of sight. Try forcing a demon, male or female, with claws like knitting needles to actually knit. The most traditional outfit of their people was a mixture of abject nudity and flayed animals skins for a reason, then came the human influence on fashion, and the genome. Sitting among them, Fosi felt oddly glad that their whole lives weren't "work" of the sort she now dreaded...

"Can I touch you?" Merrili asked.

Fosi looked firmly up into a dark-eyed, round face with short, brown curls spilling around polished, bullish horns. "What?"

The girl's gaze darted around uncertainly, she would certainly be blushing even if she weren't knee-deep in steaming water. "Y-you looked a little tense... my lady... and I thought you might like to try a little skinship to, you know, meet everyone..."

Kaffe was nodding at the side.

This was part of your plan as well, then. Amusing, as though I would hate more of the mild treatment I just endured while being scrubbed. I

do

still like women, you understand?

"Please yourself." Fosi sat up against one of the bath's submerged stone benches and slipped her arm around the bull-succubus' waist. The girl was delightfully plump and curvy, with just the sort of pinched figure that Avlakoi would have loved to wrap a single broad hand around as he impaled her on his cock. "And... you don't have to call me 'my lady' every time."

I don't need to be reminded of it in every waking moment. I was never even comfortable with 'sir' either.

"You were Merrili, yes?"

Merrili squirmed as Fosi drew her down into the bathwater and pinned her lascivious body to the bench, set her knee between the succubus' gorgeous thighs, pushing inward.

"Is this about what you were thinking?" Fosi said with a tender kiss between the girl's incredible tits, drawing her cheek against their pillowy softness with a fierce glance saved for Kaffe. It would take more than this to embarrass her further, she'd seen too much more already.

About then there was a rumble of laughter from the girls, surrounding them and growing closer, sloshing through the hot water. Fosi raised her head curiously just in time for two of them to grasp her arms and hold them straight. Then two others took her ankles under the water, tripping her up, and Fosi was entirely submerged for a second, taken and pinned on her chest to the pool's lip. She stole a breath and was about to tear into the giggling horde, but Kaffe was right there, squatting before her with a stern grin and a wagging finger.

Bitch.

Two of the succubi set to licking her back, from the curve of her ass all the way to the nape of her neck and Fosi couldn't help but moan. Her response emboldened the rest of them, lapping tongues appearing on the surface of her arms, her legs as they were raised above the surface of the water, and one pair of tender cheeks were thrust between her thighs, resting her thighs on the owner's shoulders, the tip of a probing tongue prodding her anus.

Fosi meant to stop them somehow, express that she didn't want this, didn't know what she had accidentally agreed to, but every sound came as a gasp or a mewl. Hardening nipples rubbed against smooth, slippery tile, slurping fell upon her sharp ears from all around, even more as she reared her head up and saw that some of the girls had split away from her, not enough skin on her to go around for all of them it seemed, and were entangled on the floor with their faces pressed between one another's legs. The sounds they made entwined with her own in the warm, steamy air as though any one pleasured expression belonged equally to them all.

It wasn't even that they were licking especially sensitive areas. Fosi felt a tongue dragged along the small of her back and a shiver of ecstasy trilled within her as though someone had sucked her clit, as if she'd know how that felt, but they curiously stayed clear of any such obvious target. She squirmed under their gentle touches, the most urgent of them the one whose shoulders bore Fosi's legs; she circled Fosi's puckered hole, so tantalizingly close to her pussy but with a pleasure all its own.

"Flip her over, she's soused," someone said; Fosi couldn't tell who, even if she'd care at that point.

They turned her at the lip of the bath so that only her calves dipped in the water and she flopped like a doll, no longer having to be held down. The heat was in her head, loosening her enough that she didn't bother to complain; they would have their way one way or another.

The two who had been licking her arms knelt above same, clutching them between their soft, creamy thighs. Black hair, white hair, thin bodies, but so cuddly... Fosi felt the heat and slickness of their arousal on her forearms as both began sliding themselves back and forth against her skin. One, White, showed flashes of bright fang as she threw her head back with abandon, humped herself freely against Fosi as if trying to whip herself into a milky froth. Black bit her lip, bent into her smaller motions, but the crazed look in her gaze down at Fosi showed restraint on the verge of breaking.

It was Merrili between her legs, holding her thighs tight to her hot cheeks as she continued her assault on Fosi's asshole.

Fosi felt herself warming dangerously, heart going crazy.

It shouldn't feel this good...

Fosi kicked her feet at the surface of the water, trying for a little relief, but Merrili was stronger than she looked and wouldn't let Fosi move one inch from where she was pinned by Black and White's weight.

White had reached out and pulled Black into a luscious, gluttonous kiss that dripped cool saliva across Fosi's throbbing breasts, the only attention those had gotten so far. Black put on a show of reluctance, but White was having none of it, sucking and licking aggressively at Black's lolling tongue. Both quickening their motions along Fosi's arms, wiggling atop her as they obviously approached orgasm.

When Black's arousal could rise no higher without spilling over, White tackled her to the floor, freeing Fosi's arms, and pinned the other girl, fingered her cunt sloppy until Black fell into shuddering defeat. As Black lay on the floor, White placed herself over Black's face and presented her own cunt so that she could be pushed over the edge herself by Black's lazily waggling tongue.

It wasn't until two more had replaced them in pinning Fosi's arms that she realized that had been her chance to affect an escape. Red and Brown, now, grasped Fosi's hands between their thighs with their soft, warm lips ripe in her palms; they each bent inward and latched onto one of Fosi's taut nipples, slurping and suckling such that she feared what was coming.

Please... I can't feel my head anymore... Now what are they doing?

These two new girls took Fosi's breasts in hand and massaged them while they sucked. It felt so gentle, she didn't think that a touch this light could add to anything but she trembled under their attention, toes circling in the air behind Merrili's head.

With one outburst of pride, Fosi curled her hands and plunged a few fingers into Red and Brown's cunts, stirring her fingers as much as she could to teach them some humility. But instead of taking themselves off, they put themselves more fully into their licking, their sucking, the slippery pops and moans so shamelessly loud.

Merrili, just barely visible in glimpses between Red and Brown's wavering heads, pampered Fosi's asshole with kisses and lingering licks. The very small touches of her nose to Fosi's wet pussy were somehow more exciting than everything else she'd been subject to, being tickled for all she was worth.

It's not fair... I shouldn't be...

"Cumming!" Fosi was too late to bite off her yowled finish as she was taken by the feeling like a flash of heat, kept going agonizingly longer as the other girls denied her a clean finish, still licking and slurping and touching her all over, her skin now many times more sensitive than it had any right to be. She burned up under their skillful caresses, brighter still when a second wave of orgasm hit her and she felt herself spattering Merrili's face.

After some time, after an unknowable number of orgasms, when Fosi was but a shamefully happy puddle, Red and Brown had retired to take care of one another, but Merrili rose from the water and sat herself above Fosi's limp, defeated body. She lowered her groin into Fosi's face and looked down with a contemptuous affectation, bit her lip lustfully. "My turn,

miss

," she said as she lowered her winking asshole into Fosi's face. The blood of conquerors was guiding this girl more now than anything, more even than purer lust.

You dare!?

What happened next: a bite. Merrili fell squealing to the ground, the other succubi fell silent, Fosi spat on the lying figure of her most recent tormentor, Fosi ran with barely the foresight to grab a towel.

-o-

The demon king's quarters were luxuriously huge, as they must be for a being a head or more taller than most. The previously existing structure hadn't been up to the task and Avlakoi hadn't wanted to bang his head or stay crouched in his own space of all things, so the ceiling had been blown out and the upper floor just had to deal with an odd bulge in the hallway. For Fosi, however, she was treated with the sensation that others had been made to feel when Avlakoi was in the room.

It wasn't intimidating, per-se, as every object in there was something she was familiar with. But most of them that Avlakoi had felt comfortable handling were like lead weights to Fosi, and things he'd had to be delicate with rested in her hands nicely.

She was seated at, what had been to Avlakoi, a small desk, atop several pillows for height with a writing brush and parchment he'd never felt comfortable using for fear of breaking either one, a back-handed gift from some noble. Kaffe entered without requesting permission, because of course she would.

"What do you want now?" Fosi didn't look up from her writing, whether from contempt or shame.

"So you know, you were the rude one down there."

"I was attacked."

"You were the subject of a game." Kaffe sighed and leaned up against the wall where Fosi could not fully look away without being obvious. "Did Avlakoi never wrestle with his peers?"

"What of it? Is that what succubi call wrestling!?"

"You'll remember the white soup."

The taste might as well have been on Fosi's tongue right then, and she shuddered. "I was not suspicious enough of your motives, that is my fault. Have you had your fun for the day or not?"

"Not. There remain two conditions, for the sake of poetry. First, you will go back to poor Merrili and apologize. I've smoothed things out to a degree by claiming that you were sheltered by your father until recently and were not exposed to the same type of play that they were when they came of age. Take care that you do not become even more an object of pity." Kaffe reached out and stroked Fosi's cheek, to a small flinch. "Or, do you prefer to be coddled?"

Fosi stood abruptly, stalked to her wardrobe where a variety of outfits had been delivered, and chose the least decorated among them. Whatever they called it, it felt enough like a tunic. She cinched a tasseled sash around her middle and ignored the knee-length skirt it had come hanging with.