Victor woke up deep in the night. Even so many years after the war, his instincts had not been completely killed. They had dulled considerably, something he was very thankful for, but they were still there and they were telling him that his life was at risk. He only gave out a helpless smirk at that.
Victor slept by himself, a tradition he had carried from very early in his youth. Well not really by himself, his monster girls were simply in their gear form. Any monster girl that is at least partially bonded to a tamer could turn into a more carriable form where they imparted more of their power to the tamer. In war, a tamer was the weakest link and any way to increase their chance of survival was extremely necessary. Another habit that was still left over.
One of his tames, however, defied this and more to the point defied him at every turn, though he could only love her for it. She was the most respected advisor of their entire troupe. Even he listened to her more often than not. As a consequence, she got a lot more liberties than the rest of his bonded. One of which was having a midnight snack while he was dead to the world.
His lower half felt numb, which meant she was at this for a while, and being the magic overlord that she was, he was pretty sure she coaxed quite a lot of ooze out of him.
"How was the trip?" He asked sleepily, any other bonded and they would be getting a harsh reprimand right now but Kit was special and if he was being honest, he was slightly afraid of her. He loved her, in fact, she was just behind Cathy if he were to rank his monster girls. But when you are next to a walking talking weapon of mass destruction, worshipped as a god in many regions, it is very hard to keep your cool. He had long since figured out that if you gave her what she wanted, she would give back tenfold, and being subservient was easy when the master was so gracious.
"Boring! Next time I should drag my beloved with me! Maybe then they will listen to reason." She said playfully as her blood-red eyes looked at him, her normally slit irises now a bit more round meaning she was being playful. Her face had a very sensual vulpine beauty just with a slight feral edge. Her luscious long hair pooled at the sides while her nine black tails which were essentially giant balls of fluff had lifted his hips up to the underside of her breasts and his manhood was wrapped in her breasts with only the tip sticking out of the cleavage. After the statement, her head bobbed down engulfing his glans in between her pretty lips that naturally looked black. The two rather large fox ears sticking out of her head were now pointing right at him.