The Hero Likes the Familiar
“Haaah... S-stop... please, just... turn it off! Hnngh!”
“Oh? Guess it's worth activating it whenever I think of you. You're reacting so nicely.”
I said that while watching Lilite thrash around like a fish flung onto dry land. Given how excellent the onahole's performance was, the vibrator I'd shoved up her ass was undoubtedly delivering overwhelming pleasure. But even so, her reactions had improved dramatically since the last time I'd seen her.
“Hnnngh! Haak... Just fuck me already. What the hell... haaang!”
I felt blood rushing to my lower body as I watched her face twist from ecstasy into something closer to agony. Sprawled face-down on the desert sand, her ass taking a pounding, she suddenly flipped over and started pleasuring her pussy herself. The dry sand gleamed golden under the sun, but the patch between her legs was a dull, dark brown, soaked through.
“Heek... haaah... haak!”
“...Ahem.”
Barkan shot me a bewildered look as Lilite naturally slipped into masturbating. He'd bedded plenty of women in his tribe, but even for him, watching one buck her hips wildly until she pissed herself right in front of him was a first. And the woman in question wasn't just any lunatic—she was one of the Demon King's top executives.
“Hm? What's the problem, Barkan? This is just our little greeting.”
“No, it's not... exactly a problem, but...”
At my nonchalant response, he swallowed hard and turned away. He was trying to ignore her, but his eyes betrayed him, flicking right back to Lilite.
“Hiiiing... haaaya...”
Now emitting nothing but broken moans, I slowly dialed down the vibration. Her convulsing body began to calm bit by bit. In the meantime, I glanced at Kamara. She was scowling fiercely, eyes glued to Lilite's reactions. Funny thing was, she looked displeased yet couldn't tear her gaze away.
“Hnnngh... Wh-what the hell right after we meet?”
Lilite finally pushed herself up from the ground and shot me a question. She didn't seem angry—just mildly inconvenienced—so I flashed her a wide grin.
“Why? I figured you'd like it.”
“...Not that I hate it. Hm? But you've brought a very welcome guest.”
“Welcome guest? Who?”
I looked between Barkan and Kamara at her words. Odds were it was Kamara, so I watched them both with growing curiosity.
“Long time no see, you dumb dragon.”
“...You demon bitch. Didn't I tell you I'd rip out your tongue if you ever called me that again?”
“Hehe. Still got that temper, huh? Knew you were rude even back when you were shitting your diapers.”
“Wh-who the hell wore shit diapers?!”
I scratched my head as Lilite and Kamara traded barbs in this bizarre reunion. It was something I occasionally forgot, but Lilite was one of the ancient demons who'd existed since nearly the beginning of time. Both had lived eons beyond human comprehension, so it made sense they'd crossed paths somewhere along the way.
Party's just a bunch of old fogeys now.
The thought made our average age skyrocket, but no need to voice it. I watched the demon and dragon glare daggers at each other, then turned to Barkan. He still hadn't recovered from Lilite's entrance, looking dazed.
“Barkan.”
“Huh?”
“Thanks for the guide. You can head back now.”
“...What?”
I chuckled at his dumbfounded expression. His presence wasn't a bother, but once I got what I needed from Lilite, we'd be off again. Better to send him back now than leave him stranded in Demon King territory alone after Kamara and I left.
“Go on. We won't go far.”
“...Got it.”
He glanced wistfully at me, Lilite, and Kamara, but soon mounted his camel and trudged back into the desert.
“You slutty demon bitch, is living forever all you've got going for you?”
“Hm? Your vocabulary's improved since last time. Aww, our wittle dwagon's all gwown up.”
“...Die!”
I pinched the bridge of my nose as Kamara ignited flames all around us. She'd held back against Barkan, apparently—this was on another level, the sky filling with countless fireballs. And Lilite was glaring right back, battle lust rising.
“Heek! ...Why again?!”
Lilite jolted, her back arching like a bow as she shot me an aggrieved look. Obviously because I'd fired up the vibrator in her ass again.
“Kamara, stand down.”
With Lilite neutralized in one move, I turned to Kamara. She'd been watching her twitch, and now began snuffing out the flames.
“Lilite. I've got a ton of questions for you.”
I grinned wickedly at her trembling form. She looked uneasy, but it wasn't a bad deal for her. Probably.
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“Hngh... haaaang. Th-there... haak.”
“Shut up and answer the questions.”
I snapped while plunging into her sopping pussy. Her walls clung to my cock like glue, but she started responding to my questions, albeit slowly.
“Hngh... B-Bellikiya, right?”
“Yeah. Tell me everything you know about her.”
I kept pounding hard, not letting up on the interrogation.
“Hngh... Fine. No reason to hide it... I hate that bitch anyway... haat, hnnngh!! Aha...!”
She went slack, ass slamming back like she was fully tamed by cock, so I stopped moving.
“Nngh... Why...?”
“Answer properly, or we stop.”
“...Can't you just fuck and talk after?”
I nodded at her question. Sure, post-sex debriefs were fine. But since our first time was like this, I couldn't help finding it way more fun.
“You just answer what I ask. Got it?”
I gripped the base of her wings hard as I said it. Sensitive spot, apparently—her pussy clamped down fiercely on my cock.
“A-ah, got it... haa, gentle... please.”
She shuddered in pain but cautiously rocked her hips. Even without my movement, her pussy squeezed my base then released up to the tip, teasingly.
Hmm, come to think of it, first time with her true form?
Yeah, this was my first go at her real body. True to her succubus nature, sucking men's essence for sustenance, every inch was designed to tempt. Slim waist clashing with an absurdly developed ass and jiggling tits. Hair cascading to her waist in a pink-purple hue, face dripping with erotic allure.
Eh, pussy still tastes the same.
Appearance changed, but Lilite was Lilite. No big difference from before, so I didn't make much of it. Like her wearing some unusual outfit.
Still, this is convenient.
I held her wings like handles sprouting from her back. Squeezing them made her pussy contract hard—perfect for controlling the pleasure at will.
“Answer me, Lilite.”
“Heeek... haaaa... N-not much to tell, but the Demon King's internals are... heek, actually, hnnngh... complicated. Haaaang.”
I smirked as she spilled info amid moans. Lowering my head past her diligently shaking body, I spotted Kamara's sullen face, staring intently at us.