A Chilling Audience
That all-ages chapter's box contained the Asenaris we'd just caught. Pelle set it down on the desk and twisted it slightly, angling the vented side toward the bed.
"Master. All ready."
"Yeah..."
I perched on the edge of the bed, eyeing the box with a sour mood. Sure, it was necessary for the Monster Zoo, but... even monsters staring so blatantly made it damn awkward to get down to business. But Pelle didn't seem fazed at all. She scooted right up beside me and grabbed my face.
"A promise is a promise. You have to show them."
She turned my head toward her and pulled me in by the neck, pressing her lips to mine. Her soft tongue slipped inside, and I groaned. That skillful play had me moaning in seconds. While kissing, she guided my hand to her chest. Even through her clothes, her tits were firm. When my fingers brushed her nipple, she shuddered and clung to me like ivy.
We made out for ages, groping each other. Pelle finally broke the kiss, panting.
"Now... strip."
No sooner said than she yanked off her top. Then she knelt between my legs, reverently taking my cock like it was some precious elixir.
"Feels bigger than usual today..."
She sized it up for a second before engulfing it. I gripped her horns like always.
Squelch.
"Ohhh... ahhnn..."
Slurp slurp slurp.
"Deeper..."
Slurp slurp gluck.
"Fuu..."
Slurp slurp.
"Knowing someone's watching makes it way more exciting."
"Yeah...? Kinda uncomfortable for me..."
"No. Look at this."
She spread her clenched thighs. The floor beneath her pussy was pooled with her juices.
"Doesn't it turn you on? Knowing everyone can see what we're doing."
"Eh..."
"Taste in kinks, I guess."
Pelle kept her cool face as she slurped at my throbbing cock. Slurp slurp. The thing that'd been half-dead sprang back to life. She spread her legs wide, shoved me flat on the bed, and straddled me.
"Ready to get serious?"
She rocked her hips, grinding her slick pussy along my length with the tiniest smirk.
Squelch squelch.
"Knew it. Easy there."
"Can't go slow? You can if you try."
Pelle's demonic pussy clenched like a vice. In the end, she made me blow a massive load again. Cum shot up long ropes across my abs and chest. She licked it all clean.
"Now the real thing."
"Not ready yet."
My cock twitched. Pelle eyed it and said,
"Fine. I'll go first then. Get ready while I do."
"Go what?"
Instead of answering, she plunged her fingers into her pussy.
Squelch squelch squelch.
The muscles on her inner thighs stood out sharp. Her tail whipped wildly.
"Hng...!"
With a stifled moan, she squirted. It arced high and rained down.
"Hnnng..."
One hand braced on the bed, legs quivering, she checked her pussy. Mine was already raging hard. Without a word, she slammed down onto it.
"Ngh...!"
"Hold it. Don't cum."
Pelle squatted over me and rode like a maniac.
"Don't cum. Not till I say."
"Fuck, like I can control that..."
"You have to."
But I blew my load soon enough. Realizing it, Pelle glared down at me coldly, still seated on my cock.
"Can't even hold that?"
"How the hell am I supposed to when you're pounding like that?"
"Get hard again."
"Can't."
"Get hard."
"Give me a minute."
Pelle looked at me pitifully, sighed, and climbed off.
"Must be worn out from rotating through Idwild, Della, and the saintess."
Shit. She knew everything. Not surprising—the inn's walls weren't that soundproof. At least Hildeva and Francois were still in the dark.
"Francois too."
"How'd you know?!"
"Just testing."
"Haha... yeah..."
"At least you have a conscience. Skipping the blind girl and kids."
"Marim's not a kid. She's an adult."
Pelle leaned her upper body against my chest, staring me down.
"Tell me."
"What?"
"Who's the best?"
I shut my mouth. This wasn't some ex-girlfriend poll...
"Hm. Tough choice, huh. Makes sense—the other girls are all so pretty and hot."
"Well... honestly..."
I paused. Pelle's eyes gleamed coldly. Tricky question. I'd need all day to really answer. But I knew my stock response.
"You're the best."
"Bullshit. A fake hero like you lying."
"Not a lie. For real."
"True, you're no real hero. No justice in you—just greedy for cash and pussy."
Pelle trashed me coldly, but couldn't hide her twitching smirk. Her body heated against mine, skin slick with sweat.
"Mouth says one thing, body's honest."
"Shut up. Of course it's hot pressed like this."
Still, she clung tighter, slug-like.
"Master."
"Yeah."
"What if I paid off my debt and left the inn?"
"Hm... dunno... Guess I'd cut your pay in half so that day never comes."
"Only half?"
"Or work for free? Slave for life."
Pelle stared at me like I was nuts.
"Sorry. Joke."
She gazed, then looked down.
"Not a bad idea."
"Huh?"
"Nothing. Look here."
She switched gears fast, grabbing my cock hard.
"One more round?"
"Depends on what you do for me."
"Exactly once more then. I'll squeeze till you beg."
"Don't make promises you can't keep."
But Pelle wasn't one for empty checks. That night, she kept her word to the letter.
The next day, Pelle and I took the Asenaris to the Monster Zoo. Released into the warped polar zone, they chittered wildly at the sight of us.
"What're they saying?"
"They want shows every day."
"Don't lie."
Pelle flinched, then added,
"They say they finally get what the horns on your head are for. Sounds convenient."
"Tiny shits sure love to yap."
"And..."
She hesitated, then,
"Good-looking pair. Hope you have cute babies and live happily ever after."
"Ugh."
Conversation died there. We watched the Asenaris frolic over the hills in awkward silence.
Days later, Brione delivered on her promise—a massive stack of printed flyers dumped into the courtyard via dimensional gate. Bags upon bags tumbled out. No sign of Brione; probably Elua keeping her busy, so magic delivery only.
I called Atergar and told her to haul the bags and scatter them over nearby cities.
"Hmph. Kidnapping a young dragon, and now making me fly around with this trash? Don't get it—your tastes are too creepy and pervy. What part gets you off..."
"C'mere. Closer."
After a solid knuckle-rap, a wailing Atergar shifted to dragon form, clutched the bags in her claws, and soared off. She'd rip them open mid-air over direct territories and fiefs. Dragon speed could reach the capital, but we stuck to Vurn Mountains region for now. Nationwide crowds would overwhelm our facilities.
Trailing a long flame, Atergar vanished into the distance. I mused: the Monster Zoo was bound to be a smash hit. If not, I'd shutter the place and retire to farm in the sticks.
Of course, it was a smash. A mega-hit. Which birthed a whole new problem.