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In a morning so beautiful that any sounds besides those of nature itself disrupting it would be a crime, two very distinct and very different melodies took flight from the balcony of the tower. One was the sounds of hard work, the distinct banging, clanging and rumbling sounds that come from work on machinery and combined with the slight, under the breath mutterings of someone deeply engrossed in their work.

A scant few meters to the right came the second sound, and it was so faint in comparison to the first that only the creator of the first noise could truly hear it. It was a faint snoring, the kind that can only come from a truly content sleep. Sprawled across the plush cushion she had set up on the balcony long ago was a great black hellhound. She wore no clothing whatsoever, allowing the sun to soak directly into her dusk skin and soft fur of ebony and crimson. The light sound floated out from between her full lips every few seconds, lazily drifting through the air before drifting into the ears of the Incubus that was working so steadily.

Diedrich meticulously carved yet another intricate rune across the golem's segmented surface, chiseling millimeter after millimeter with the utmost care as he griped softly.

"I swear, if I ever meet the guy who decided that the "Defense" rune should be so similar to the "Explosive Death" rune, I'm gonna fucking kill him." Though he had never made the mistake, and this time would prove no different, the sheer inanity of it still annoyed him every time. He'd briefly considered asking Beatrix to help him, though not for very long. The claws she sported on each finger were so sharp they could tear through steel armour like it was paper; she'd have no issue using one of them to carve the patterns into the incredibly tough surface of the golem. He'd dismissed the idea at about the same instant it wandered into his mind. Beatrix wasn't one for refined, delicate work, more often choosing to solve her problems with brute force and raw talent, be that problem enemies, puzzles or, more often than the previous two combined, convincing Diedrich to give her pups. If he had her help with the golem, he wouldn't be surprised if she got frustrated halfway through and smashed it to bits. This wasn't to say she was stupid, far from it. If she really wanted to, she could create a properly functioning golem herself. She simply lacked the patience to do something so delicate. If it were, say, one of his standard humanoid golems, he might have been willing to give her the chance, but this golem was his magnum opus. His margin for error was nonexistent.

Though it wasn't the first golem Diedrich had made, it was certainly the first of this variety, and it would be by far the strongest he had ever conceived once it was complete. It was widely accepted amongst golem enthusiasts that humanoid golems were simply inefficient and a waste of effort, and Diedrich was no different. He instead often chose more animalistic designs for his golems, or occasionally designs of a more insectoid nature, though these he had to keep away from Beatrix, lest she destroy them out of revulsion. This golem was not based off any pre-existing design whatsoever. It was composed of uncountable numbers of slender, segmented tendrils and vines, each one twisting and writhing in and through itself in impossible angles and imaginary spaces as it floated above the floor. Instead of carving it from standard golem materials, such as stone or obsidian, Diedrich had instead chosen to craft it from dragon bone, giving it unparalleled defense as well as a characteristic oily black color with red and gold flecks. It looked like the demonic personification of the night sky made manifest.

The golem was very nearly complete, and Diedrich was very much looking forward to being finished. It had been a lengthy process to reach this point, more than a week of arduous work - more than twice the time he typically took. In truth, he could have completed the eldritch sculpture in just four days, but there had been... distractions. More accurately, he had to deal with a single distraction of a more carnal nature over and over; the origin of which was sleeping only a few meters away from where he now worked. Every time he felt he was really getting into his groove, he felt her supple boobs press against his back, or her luxuriously soft tail entwine itself around his waist, or her lips against his ear as she nibbled on his lobe, though more often than not Bea simply chose her go-to method of simply pouncing on him; this would invariably end with work on his creation being delayed, since it's rather difficult to properly work on such precise work while fucking like rabbits for eight hours straight.

Things would have continued in this fashion for some time, with him only managing to get in perhaps an hour or two of work before Beatrix's libido began firing up again, had he not finally convinced her to hold off until he had completed the golem. It had been three days ago when Diedrich concluded that, unless he wanted to be working on it for the next year, he would have to find a way to make her abstain until it's completion. But he knew that simply explaining that to Bea wouldn't work, that he'd have to come up with a more creative solution.

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That afternoon, as he was working on the golem, she came to approach him once more. Luckily, she didn't simply jump onto him and instead opted for one of her more subtle tactics, for which Diedrich internally sighed with relief. His plan would have been immensely more difficult to pull off while they were rolling across the ground in a flurry of kissing, groping and sex. When he felt her hot, sweet breath against the back of his neck, he turned to face her, smiling confidently.

"Let's play a game."

Bea matched his smile, though hers had a dash more playfulness. She loved games, and she knew he knew that she loved games. Even in their lovemaking they played a game of sorts, a contest of dominance to see who would get to be on top. She moved closer to him; their bodies separated by mere millimeters.

"What kind of game did you have in mind," she asked, each word said in a tone more seductive than the last.

"The kind where we don't have sex."

"....."

"....."

"I don't want to play this game."

"Hold on, just hear me out," Diedrich said quickly, hands raised as though to stop her despite her only movement having been her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Here's how the game will work: if you can go the entire time it takes for me to complete my work on my apex golem without having sex, you win! But if you can't handle it, if you end up having sex with me before my work is done, then I win."

Beatrix thought for a long moment, her bewilderment as plain as day on her face. "What do I get if I win?"

Diedrich reached one hand up to her face, a lengthy journey as she was a full foot taller than him, and, his fingers lightly but firmly cupping her chin, angled her head so they were looking deep into each other's eyes. He whispered to her, his voice deeper than usual, and every word sent electric shocks of arousal coursing through her body.

"You'll get a very special reward."

Beatrix licked her full lips, the arousal tinting her every thought rosy pink. Even still, the prospect of going so long without sex was one she wasn't very keen on at all. She hadn't gone that long without sex since the day she met Diedrich.

"Well, I don't know," she began. "Do we really have to go that long without doing anything? What if we can only fuck once a day? Oh wait, I know! What if we just don't play the game, and you give me the reward anyway!"

Beatrix looked down at him, confident he would take her up on her offer. Surely he didn't actually want to go that long without sex, Bea thought. But to her surprise, Diedrich let go of her face and backed away from her. His entire demeanour changed, going from seductive and caring to outright mocking.

"Oh, I see how it is. Well, if you really think that you're so weak that you can't handle even that much, then I suppose I could give you a handicap."

"Wha-," Bea sputtered, the indignation contorting her features, and Diedrich knew at that moment that he had her. Diedrich egged her on further, dismissively waving his hand at her as he spoke.

"No, no, it's fine. I suppose I shouldn't have expected you to have that kind of self control anyw-." His sentence was cut off as Beatrix grabbed him by the collar and yanked him until he was close enough to taste the sweetness of her breath and the fires of anger in her eyes, which matched quite well with the fires surrounding them, now much longer and more aggressive than usual.

"Oh yea? I'll show you; I'll not fuck the shit out of you. I'm gonna blow your mind with how hard I'm not having sex with you!"

*******

Diedrich was now putting on the finishing touches, a complex rune here, a splash of spatial magic distorting dimensions there, and then all that remained was to inject a magical core to bring it to life. Diedrich took a step back and wiped the sweat from his brow, breathing the sweet air of triumph as he looked upon his masterpiece. It was, by far, the greatest golem he'd ever made. After a few moments, he walked over to where Beatrix slept and sat next to her, moving silently to not wake her. She had flipped over onto her stomach at one point, her meaty rump slightly raised in the air and her long, fluffy tail contentedly swishing back and forth, subconsciously reacting to whatever it was she was dreaming about. Occasionally she would scratch her head with her leg's claws like a dog, without even waking up. He'd never figured out just how she did that. He stroked her soft onyx hair, feeling the individual silken strands flow between his fingers, and it was plain for anyone to see the love he had for her. He knew how hard it had been for her to endure going three full days without any release. Hellhounds were sexually voracious at the best of times, and not only was Beatrix's sex drive higher than her peers, she had the added advantage of being the mate of an incubus, the body of whom was able to completely and fully sate her carnal desires in a way few other people, mortal or otherwise, would truly understand. After a short moment of brushing her hair through his fingers, and a much longer moment of unabashedly staring at her unrivalled ass, he stood back up and strode back into the castle. He had to get what he needed for her treat. Or rather, he needed to get something to get those things. The balcony was attached to his bedroom, and it was here he made a silent gesture with the long, prehensile, spade tipped tail that extended from just above his ass.

Within seconds a golem entered the room, it's insectoid form preceded by the countless tiny clacking sounds of it's hundreds of legs hitting the marble floor. It looked up at Diedrich, it's expressionless face somehow managing to convey it's anticipation, and Diedrich quickly relayed to it all the items he needed it to bring as quickly as it could. Nodding its oblong head once, it quickly scuttled out of the room.

It returned a few minutes later, carrying multiple towels and a large picnic blanket in its foremost hands and a basket filled with food, drink and other necessities for a tropical outing swinging from it's mandibles. Diedrich took the items and thanked the golem (about which it would gloat and brag to the other creations for weeks to come) and went back out onto the balcony.

Diedrich, holding everything using his tail, made a complex motion with both hands, muttering the spell beneath his breath; lights made of colours that have never existed trailed behind every motion, slowly but surely spreading out until they encompassed both Beatrix and him. Space itself twisted together; space itself groaned as two locations suddenly became one, unused to the strenuous exercise. Of course, all of this was invisible to Diedrich. To his eyes, they simply stopped being at the castle, the mountainous forest replaced with golden sand leading toward the wide expanse of ocean so blue it appeared to be made of liquid sapphire; the cool mountain breeze now warm and salty, taking with it the smell of the ocean as it danced across the beach shore. The instant Diedrich released the spell space snapped back to it's original form like an all-encompassing rubber band, and breathed a metaphorical sigh of relief, hoping against hope it wouldn't have to do that again for some time.

Beatrix still slept, resting in the cool shade of a giant palm tree atop her cushion, which Diedrich had thought to bring with them at the last moment. Starting off a romantic tropical vacation with her faceplanting into the ground hadn't seemed like an especially good idea. He let her rest and got to work setting up. From the basket he pulled out the picnic blanket and lay it on the sand. It looked exactly like what one thinks a picnic blanket would look like, with it's red and white checkered design, though unlike most picnic blankets, yet very much like everything else within Diedrich's castle, including Diedrich himself, it could withstand fires of up to 3000 degrees Celsius. He'd learned very quickly that, when your lovers face is constantly emitting flames, it's best to adapt quickly. The basket he placed on one of the corners, and from within it he took a chilled drink. He sat down and took a long sip of the cool liquid as the golden warmth of the tropical sun enveloped him in it's embrace.

He couldn't say how long he sat there; it could have been a minute, it could have been an hour. Either way, he was brought out of the moment by a tall shadow abruptly blocking out the sun behind him. He took one last swig of his drink, put the stopper back in and set it at his side, then leaned back and looked up at the shadow's owner. Beatrix stood with her hands on her wide hips, trying very hard to mask her delight with an air of aloofness. She might have pulled it off, if her tail wasn't wagging back and forth. He gave her a wide toothy grin.

"Surprise!"

There was a subtle change in her posture; she hadn't so much prepared to pounce as she had prepared to prepare to pounce. She spoke, and the anticipation made her voice practically a whisper.

"You're done working then?"

"Yup," he replied nonchalantly, as though he hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary. She changed her stance one more, legs tensed so as to be able to leap forward at a moments notice. The flames from her eyes were noticeably longer than normal, and she ran her tongue across her full lips. She spoke once more, and her voice was tinged pink.

"So I won?"

Diedrich turned to face her then, and mentally braced himself, though on the outside

"You won."

The next moments were a flurry of fur, flesh and passion, the force of her tackle sending them both rolling across the beach and kicking up sand everywhere they landed. Beatrix was making an earnest effort to kiss every single inch of his face and neck that she possibly could. Cheek, nose, neck, ear, forehead; there was no place that was safe from the barrage. Even the constant rolling and changing of positions didn't deter her onslaught, instead using the momentum to press his body against hers as hard as she could, her hands groping wherever she could. Diedrich was no different, his hands squeezing down on the large, heavenly globes that were her ass cheeks. Finally their bodies came to a stop, Beatrix's larger frame draped atop his, her ass planted on his crotch and her huge breasts pressed against toned chest. Beatrix's flurry of kisses only stopped when Diedrich placed his hands gently but firmly on either side of her face and pulled her down into a long kiss on the lips. If the frantic scrabbling against each other before had displayed their immense lust for one another, then this displayed their affection.

Though she would never dream of telling him, Beatrix had noticed long ago that Diedrich still managed to make her heart flutter like a bashful maid. When she felt his lips against hers, it both literally and metaphorically took her breath away. Of course, she didn't have to tell Diedrich for him to know she loved him. If the way the gouts of flame flared wildly when they touched hadn't already been a dead giveaway, nor the overprotective manner in which she defended him from harm (which, as one of the most powerful magi in the world, he very much didn't need), the way her eyes lit up whenever they saw each other had told him more than any words could convey.

The kiss started slow, the lovers simply rejoicing in the feeling of pressing their lips against each other. The escalation was gradual, a flick of the tongue against her lips here, a nibble against his there. Before long the teases weren't enough. With every second they grew in intensity, until they wrestled their tongues together, tasting each other's mouths as the fought for dominance using the slick muscles. Diedrich moved one hand to the back her head, the other snaking down to rest on her lower back. Her hands mirrored where his used to be, holding tight against either side of his head, his golden blond hair mingling with the darkness of her fur, all the while being very careful none of her claws touched him.

The kissing didn't stop as Beatrix brought her tail down to his crotch, stroking his frankly gargantuan member through his clothes. This was where Diedrich had to draw the line. Not that he didn't want to, far from it. He had to stop it now because he knew if he let her continue, he wouldn't have the self control to continue to phase two. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss off and simply shook his head. Bea opened her mouth to protest, but before a single syllable could leave her mouth, he pressed a finger against her lips and looked into her smoldering eyes.

"Not yet," he clarified, before leaning up to whisper directly into her lupine ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "Today is gonna be all about you, baby. Now go lay on your stomach on the blanket." He punctuated that with a nibble on her ear, making her squeal in delight. Ever the show-off, she didn't just climb off him and walk over to the blanket. Rolling back to a crouching position, she leaped off him, doing a double backflip and landing on the blanket in a one-handed handstand, then lowering herself down onto her stomach through raw arm strength. Giving a good-natured roll of the eyes, Diedrich got up in a rather more mundane way, eliciting a smug chuckle from the hound.

Diedrich reached into the picnic basket, Beatrix watching him curiously all the while. From it he took a bottle of tanning oil, as well as a grooming brush and a small hand mirror. It wasn't as though Beatrix was in need of tan, or that she even could. Her skin was a shade of obsidian so absolute it seemed to suck in the colour of everyone near her. The oil was simply a pretense for him to give her a thorough full body massage, complete with a happy ending.

At Diedrich's request, she lay her head in her arms. If it weren't for her tail wagging back and forth so rapidly she would have looked asleep. Beatrix, once again at Diedrich's request, tucked her tail underneath her. It would have been pretty hard to give her a massage with her tail constantly whacking him. He knelt above her lower back, and with quick, skilled motions, brushed her hair until it was soft as silk. To say Beatrix didn't care about her appearance would be an exercise in how fast one can commit suicide by hellhound. She cared very much how she looked, she simply enjoyed allowing her hair to be its naturally wild self. It was rare for it to be rigorously brushed like this. Within moments her normally shaggy hair was smooth and straight as can be, but that wasn't the end. Putting the brush away, Diedrich's hands moved so fast they were a blur, carefully rearranging each individual strand until it was one large bun piled on the back of her head. Holding it in place with one hand, he summons a pair of ivory chopsticks out of thin air with a flourish of the other, and inserted them both into the bun with surgical precision.

Beatrix opened her mouth, about to demand that she see what he was doing, but yet again Diedrich beat her to the punch, placing the hand mirror in front of her. She raised an eyebrow as she saw what he'd done with her proud mane.

"It looks...really good, actually. Where the hell did you learn to do that?"

"A good magician never reveals his tricks," Diedrich replied, hoping such an ambiguous answer would dissuade her from investigating further. He certainly didn't feel like telling her that Rilen often had him style her hair for her after they were intimate.

Now then, on to the main course.

Diedrich grabbed the bottle of tan oil and liberally poured it on his hands, practically soaking them in the liquid. With a firm touch he reached down and began to rub her shoulders, alternating between squeezing down on them and releasing with impeccable timing, slowly but surely relaxing her muscles. He could faintly hear Bea moan with satisfaction as he worked, his fingers making their way across the muscular expanse of her broad shoulder's, dancing across the smooth, sable skin. Steadily, he made his way down to her upper back, and with a practiced hand worked out every knot she had. Beatrix eyes were rolling back into her head, her mind being overwhelmed by an entirely different sort of satisfaction than she was used to dealing with.

Diedrich was quite pleased at how much his beloved was enjoying the treatment, and it was providing some unique insights for him as well. As he moved his fingers gradually down to her lower back, he was truly amazed at just how powerful she was. He'd felt her body countless other times, but there was something about how much attention he was paying to her muscles that truly brought it home for him. She wasn't strong like some bodybuilder's were, with them pointlessly gaining muscles they would never truly use for survival and becoming outlandishly bulky. She was powerful the way a Jaguar was powerful: every muscle honed through constant, strenuous use, the power coursing through her body as natural to her as breathing. At her lower back he switched it up ever so slightly, combining the complex movements of his fingers with grinding down with a closed fist, as the tension was much greater here. Bea, counterintuitively to her race as a canine, was purring with pleasure, her tail doing it's best to wag while being pinned by her body. The oil gave a shine to her dark skin, and he didn't stop until every inch of her upper body was glistening. Finally, after roughly twenty minutes, he stopped, and briefly got up. He wasn't done yet, not by half.

He spread her legs apart, making her do a half-spread eagle, then knelt down in between the two shapely limbs. From where he sat he had a perfect view; her plump shapely rear, her ever tight black pussy glistening with arousal and her sexy, strong thighs at either side. This time he poured some tanning oil directly onto each leg, and rubbed it in with both hands, delighting in the feeling of the softness giving way to muscle like cords of steel. His hands came ever so close to her ample ass, always drifting within an inch but never quite touching it. When one was done, he gave it a quick kiss and moved on to the other. It didn't take very long for him to finish her legs. It wasn't as though he didn't love her thighs, he simply loved her ass that much more, and with the legs finally done, he could massage those globes as much as he wanted.

He drizzled the tanning oil all over her buns, watching with fascination as droplets ran down the fleshy hills, leaving glistening trails in their wake. Rubbing his hands together in anticipation, he began rubbing the oil in, using one hand per ass cheek. It was heavenly. They were unbelievably soft and squishy yet had a firmness to them from her countless hours exercising. Jiggling with every motion, her ass cheeks began to glisten as the oil was lovingly lathered on them, the hands responsible alternating between simple caresses and outright groping.

Kneading her ass with his hands, he slowly spread her cheeks apart, revealing her tight, winking asshole. Bea's ears perked up, and she looked back at him. He grinned at her and said that he had to make sure her entire body was oiled, and he was going to be very thorough. Reaching up, he grabbed Bea's wrists and brought them back around, until she got the message and spread her cheeks for him, her ass slightly raised and her head pressed into the blanket. Eliciting a gasp from her as he dribbled a line of oil along the crevasse, he began working the oil into her inner cheeks, occasionally tracing his finger along her crack and brushing his finger around her tight hole, but never fully touching it. With every close encounter she would raise her hips against his finger, not so subtly trying to entice him, but he held his ground. At least until even her inner cheeks were slick with oil. At that point, he repositioned himself, one hand remaining at her ass, the rest of his body hovering over hers, with his face right next to her fluffy ears.

"Like I said: very thorough." He pressed his middle finger, now slick with oil, against her rosebud, which put up next to no resistance before allowing it to sink in to the knuckle. A long, low moan broke loose from Bea's plump lips, urging him on further. He began fucking her with his finger; at first he was slow, the digit tracing against each individual wrinkle, smearing the oil every where it could find as it explored her ass, then speeding up with every thrust of the hand. Eventually a second finger joined the first, and then a third. Beatrix's crotch was a veritable waterfall, and she had bitten down on her lip to stop herself from yelling out loud. Diedrich leaned over and, timed perfectly with him thrusting down, bit down on the tip of her ear. Beatrix came immediately, her body convulsing as she was wracked with orgasmic bliss. Diedrich pulled back to his spot between her legs and removed his fingers. Her hole was ever so slightly agape, and without missing a beat he buried his face in her ass, enjoying the feeling of the two cheeks enveloping his face. He lay a light kiss on her hole, and pulled himself back, ending it with two crisp slaps on her ass, one on each cheek.

"Now get on your back."

Slapping her hand against the ground, she threw herself onto her back, her eager grin back as though she hadn't just came hard. Where most mortal girls would need at least a few minutes to recover, monster girls like Bea, particularly hellhounds, have much higher stamina. She was resting her head on her arms, displaying her hairless armpits, and she'd covered her eyes with her bushy tail to shield them from the blazing sun, leaving only her smile visible. Her legs, this time, were spread apart without his prompting, giving him an eyeful of her tight pussy, even now still gushing with arousal. Diedrich took a moment to enjoy the view, and then crouched overtop of her crotch.

Renewing the oil on his hands, he began kneading it into her upper chest, massaging everywhere from her neck stopped and her tits began. Working it in, he quickly moved on, rubbing it into the taut muscles of her upper arms, her powerful biceps and triceps as tough as steel. Then, because he just couldn't help himself, when he was rubbing the oil into her armpits, he gave them a good tickle; her booming laughter nearly shook him off her body as it contorted her body. Huh, who knew she was so ticklish, Diedrich thought, and couldn't help but smile at how he could use that for a lot of fun at some point.

Moving on, he came to one of Bea's main sources of pride: her huge, amazing tits. Each capped with a beautiful, rosy nipple that contrasted with the darkness of her skin, they were massive, each larger than Diedrich's head. Despite this, there was no sag to them whatsoever, as though by sheer force of will they defied gravity itself. He kneaded them gently, in awe of how remarkably soft and plush they were. He kneaded one harder, and pinched down on the other's nipple, making Bea moan lightly. He did the same with the other, leaving the pink nipples glistening against the slick pitch background. Much as he wanted to keep groping them, he knew he had to keep going with the rest of her body, so he went on lower, but not before he gave each nipple a nibble.

Most hellhounds have a rather slender body type, their stomachs lean and their hips more slim. Bea's stomach was very much not that. Instead of being flat and smooth, it practically rippled with muscle, her six-pack chiselled and firm. Diedrich trailed his fingers across her abs lightly, his finger's tracing the outlines and running across the muscles. Many guys would have problems with a girl having such muscle, even going so far as being a turn-off, but to Diedrich it was unbelievably hot. Moving back to the top of her abs, he gave them a more thorough massage, pressing his thumbs down into them to loosen up the iron-like muscles.

Once more he moved in between her legs and oiled up the tops of her thighs, making quick work of her legs, before moving on to his main prize: her juicy snatch. But for this, he had very different plans. He grabbed her hips and pulled it up to his mouth, making her yelp in surprise as suddenly only her shoulders were touching the ground. He flashed her a quick smile, and gave her a long lick along her slit, feeling her body shiver with pleasure from it. He did so over and over again, his tongue going a little deeper with every lick, but never actually touching her clitoris. Bea began grinding her hips against his face in time with his licks, trying to get him to lick her clit but not quite managing. He just kept licking deeper and deeper. He was determined to tease her for as long as he could. He started lapping at her pussy with increasing speed, tasting every last drop of her sweet juices, and then buried his tongue as deep inside her as he could. Bea squealed out, and wrapped her thick thighs around his head, pressing him down into her cunt. Diedrich smiled as he continued to fuck her with his long tongue, ramming the wet muscle into her pussy over and over. Redundantly, Bea put her hands on his head as well, using all her limbs to hold his head in place as he ate her out. Every minute or so he would mix it up, going from long, slow, lavish licks, to furious, quick licks, to burying his tongue so deep in her his tongue pressed against her G-spot. After twenty minutes of such relentless teasing, he figured it was time to make her cum. Bea was starting to put some serious strength into her limbs, and if he didn't start finishing her off soon, she might end up accidentally ripping his head off. He bit down on her clit, and she came so hard she squirted directly into his mouth, which he swallowed without hesitation. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her hips bucked hard, but Diedrich wasn't done yet. He went back to eating her out, only now putting heavy emphasis on her clit: licking it, flicking it with his tongue, nibbling on it, and Bea went over the edge again, and then again, her body wracked with intense spasms and her tongue lolling out of her mouth from the sheer force of the pleasure - her legs clamping down on his head even tighter, then gradually releasing him from their grasp. He ended it with one final kiss directly on her clit, then flopped onto the ground.

His cock was painfully erect, and had been practically since the massage began, but he'd resolved to simply masturbate later. After all, this day was about her, not him. They laid there on the blanket together, facing opposite directions: one panting heavily, the other simply enjoying the warmth of the sun and the sounds of the beach, though he had to admit that the erotic heavy breathing certainly wasn't helping his erection go away.

Not even a full minute went by before Bea caught her breath, and she crawled over and lay next to Diedrich, casually draping her arm on him and lightly tracing circles on his chest with one of her claws. Even Diedrich was surprised to see such a quick recovery. She was certainly hardy normally, but three orgasms in such rapid succession would usually make even her need a bit of a break. Perhaps he'd underestimated just how pent up the days of abstinence had made her.

"Well," she began with a smirk. "That was nice." She leaned in and kissed him; an innocent kiss, one without playing tongues or biting lips, simply a pure expression of love and gratitude. Which made it rather ironic that the next thing she did after that was glance down at his erect cock, straining desperately against the fabric of his trousers, and ask if he wanted help with it. He briefly considered denying, saying that the day was supposed to be all about her, but quickly dismissed it. She would only find that insulting, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't really want some relief. Instead he just nodded, and made his pants vanish with a snap of his fingers, his freed cock springing to attention.

Instead of going straight for his massive member as she normally would, she got up and grabbed the bottle of tanning oil. Diedrich gave her a questioning look. Diedrich's hands weren't the usual humanoid hands: hers were covered with fur the same colour as her hair, and were tipped with massive, scarlet claws sharp enough to slice through the toughest of armour like it wasn't even there. He didn't exactly relish the idea of her using those to massage him. She just rolled her eyes at him.

"For God's sake, Deedee, I'm not an idiot." Instead of opening the bottle, she simply used a claw to slice the entire top off. Without a care, she dumped the rest of the contents of the bottle onto her large tits, absolutely drenching them in the scented liquid. Then she walked back to the Incubus and straddled him, her butt just in front of his erect member, her fluffy tail teasing it with the occasional touch. She put her hands down on either side of his shoulders and, as erotically as can be, slowly lowered her torso down until her massive, oil soaked tits pressed down against his chest. She looked into his eyes with a smug look, and even her flames grew slim and wavy: Diedrich didn't even know it was possible for fire to look smug, but you learn something new everyday. With slow, deliberate movements she swayed her tits back and forth across his chest, smearing it with oil in the hottest way possible. He could feel her hard nipples pressing down into him, and Bea would regularly change her elevation, going from the nipples barely touching him to mashing them down on him as hard as she could. Occasionally she would change position entirely, like sitting up further up on his body and bring his arm up between her breasts, then pressing them down on the limb and titfucking them until she found them sufficiently covered. She put each arm down after seductively sucking on a finger.

Diedrich wasn't the only one who thought the other's body to be perfect. For being such a bookworm, Diedrich had the sexiest body Bea had ever seen. While a lot of it may come down to him being an incubus, the astonishing amount of sex he had on a daily basis certainly didn't hurt. His arms were perfectly lined with lean muscle, and his pecs were toned like a Greek god. She moved lower, her tits coming to his abs and her ass hotdogging his gargantuan cock. She smooshed her squishy tits against his hard abs, loving the contrast between the two, and as she moved she swayed her plump ass against Diedrich's cock. Her ears perked up when she heard him moan. She had to reposition herself in order to get the rest of his abs, and then moved in between his legs much as he had with her before. His cock towered before her like an obelisk; as a result of his incubi nature, his dick was nearly two feet long and four inches wide, with thick veins lining it's massive surface. Bea didn't have the restraint her lover had: where he had seen his goal but had continued to finish the task at hand first, Bea dove headfirst at her goal the moment she had it in her grasp. Quite literally, in this case.

She pressed her head against the base of his cock and took a long inhale, the intense pheromones emanating from his manhood flooding her brain and melting away any thoughts about anything else. She loved everything about his cock. She loved the incredible heat radiating from it. She loved how it towered over her when she held herself against it. She loved the smell of pure sex wafting from it. The same went for his large balls hanging below. She lowered her face to them and lapped her tongue against them, making Diedrich shiver each time. She opened her mouth wide and fit an entire ball in her mouth, writhing her tongue around it as she sucked, then repeated the process with the other. Stretching her mouth as wide as she could, she wrapped her mouth around his entire sack, her nose pressing against the base of his cock. She sucked on them hard, licking every inch she could while breathing in nothing but his sweet musk. Diedrich's back arched slightly, awash with pleasure at the treatment his balls were getting. After a dozen seconds or so she popped them out of her mouth with a loud plop sound. She moved her head back up to the base of his shaft and gave the entire length of his cock one long lick, leaving a trail of saliva as she treated the entire two feet of dick like a popsicle. Reaching the head, she gave it a kiss, then made her way back down, peppering it with kisses all the while until she was back at the base. Grabbing her tits, she placed them at either side of his cock and squeezed them together. She started moving them up and down on him, jacking off his cock with her boobs. Diedrich was in heaven, the incredibly soft tits squeezing down on his cock from all sides felt incomparable. At least, so he thought, until Bea started sucking him off at the same time.

As she made her way up the cock, jerking him off with her tits all the while, she licked every area that wasn't already covered, until she was finally back to the head, which she promptly covered with her mouth. She teased the sensitive tip with her tongue, flicking her tongue against his urethra, swirling her tongue around the edge, covering the entire head with a long, flat lick. After 30 seconds of teasing, she suddenly plunged her head down, taking 3 inches down her throat at once. She couldn't get nearly as far down as normal, not if she wanted to keep titfucking him, so she contented herself with worshipping the top 3 inches and working the rest of his cock with her tits. Demonstrating remarkable skill, she started to milk his three inches with just her throat, clamping down and flexing on his dick with such rhythm it felt like she was jerking him off with just her neck muscles. After five minutes under such relentless pleasure, after days of abstinence, it wasn't surprising when he came.

She felt his cock begin to throb and pulled off him, using her tail to keep jacking him off past the edge as it angled the cock towards her body, her mouth wide open. It shot like a cum volcano: several days worth of cum came out in torrents of sticky white liquid. Diedrich came buckets even at the best of times, so the sheer volume of cum was staggering. That was exactly what Bea had been counting on. Several splashes of cum landed on her face, filling her mouth to the brim with his hot cum, and splattering the rest of her face and covering her hair. Even more landed on her tits, coating her love pillows so much that the cum ran off them in streams down the rest of her body. Even her tail got soaked in the tsunami of jizz, turning her black fur white. Bea resisted the urge to immediately swallow, instead wiping all the cum on her face with her fingers into her open mouth and stuck her tongue out, making sure Diedrich saw just how much of his cum was in her mouth, before swallowing it -savouring the feeling of his warm seed flow down her throat - and opening her mouth again to show him there was nothing left.

He was still fully erect. Bea wasn't all that surprised. Incubi have the boon of being multi-orgasmic, but it was still a delight to see. She sat down just behind his cock, the shaft pressed against her stomach. Diedrich sat up and placed his hands on her hips. Bea, in turn, wrapped her arms around his neck. She was a good deal taller than him, her chin more than a full head above the top of his head. They kissed once - more a peck on the lips than a true kiss - and then looked down between them at the mighty cock pressed against her.

"Just look at how much I'm going to fill you up," Diedrich said softly, slowly thrusting cock up against her abs, enjoying the feeling of the ridges of muscle against his dick. The head of his cock was several inches above her belly button, nearly pressing against the underside of her ample breasts. A low, sexy growl leaked out from Bea's lips, and she started gyrating her hips on her lap against him, her pussy leaking like a facet. The sight of just how deep inside her he can truly get was beyond hot to her. She needed him inside her, and she needed it now.

"I need you inside me. Now."

She raised herself up and positioned the massive cock at the entrance to her pussy. She slowly lowered herself down on it, gasping ever so slightly as she felt it's familiar shape stretch out her pussy again. She gyrated her hips again as she worked her way down, rocking back and forth until, with a sigh of immense satisfaction, she was all the way to his base. They looked down again, and they both could clearly see the huge bulge distorting her stomach. Matching each other's grin, they locked lips again, and started fucking in earnest. Diedrich placed both hands on her ample ass and started thrusting up into her at the same moments she slammed her hips down onto him, the feeling of her tight, hot pussy clamping down on him matched only by her feeling of his massive, thick cock pummeling her cunt. In no time their hips were a blur, the sound of the ocean waves barely audible over the sound of slapping flesh, deep voiced grunts and higher pitched moans, but through it all, they never once broke their kiss. They tasted every inch of their lover's sweet mouths, clashing tongues in rhythm with their hips slapping together. Holding her by the ass, Diedrich stood up suddenly, walking over to the shade under a nearby palm tree. Bea didn't hesitate for a moment, locking her legs and wrapping her tail around his hips and using them to get more momentum in her bounces. With every bounce she came more than halfway up his cock, then slammed back down balls deep, feeling the head of his cock slam against her cervix. Finally reaching the tree, Diedrich leaned back against it, and hooked his hands into her upper thighs just under her ass, halting her from her aggressive riding. Holding her in place, he started pistoning into her at an unbelievable rate, pulling nearly all the way out and slamming in balls deep so fast it sounded like a machine gun. Bea broke off the kiss then and rolled her head back, her eyes nearly bulging out of her head as Diedrich fucked her as fast he possibly could. Diedrich started kissing and love biting her neck, driving his cock into her pussy so hard that for the first time ever, she felt a twinge of worry that he might actually break her.

She loved every second of it. She loved that he wanted her this much. She loved the pleasure that was so potent it bordered on pain. And that love came shooting out of her as she squirted hard, the love liquids dripping down his cock and off his legs. Her pussy seized up as she came and clamped down like a warm, wet vice on his cock, pushing him over the edge. Thrusting as deep in her as he could, he came hard. Though there wasn't as much cum as before, her quivering pussy was still filled up so much that it came flowing out of her like a fountain. He pulled out of her and put her back down to the ground, where she stood in front of him.

She grabbed him by the shoulders and moved him away from the tree, taking his place against it.

"You know, that massage was really effective," she said casually as she slowly turned around, resting her head and breasts against the palm tree.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yea. I'm way more flexible now." Reaching down to grab her ankle, she pulled it up until her foot was above her head, putting both her holes on full display for him.

"You're right, that's really impressive." He grabbed her raised foot and hooked it over his shoulder, his erect cock smacking against her stomach. Bea nodded sagely, as though they were discussing the fate of the universe.

"Now fucking destroy my ass."

Diedrich lined his cock, still lubricated with her pussy juice, up with her tight exposed asshole. There was no slowly sliding himself in. She wanted her ass destroyed, and he was more than willing to oblige. He rammed his cock in her ass, barreling past any and all resistance her asshole tried to put up until he was more than a foot deep inside her. Her scream of pain and pleasure resounded through the island, making a couple of birds take flight in panic. One hand roughly grabbed one of her tits, the other grabbed the base of her tail, and used both as leverage to fuck her deeper and deeper, roughly forcing another inch up her incredibly tight asshole. She leaned her head back towards him and he kissed her deeply, simultaneously slamming into her ass up to the hilt, the resulting scream muffled by his mouth. The pace of his dick increased exponentially, quickening until he was thrusting balls deep in her ass five times per second.

The kiss was the only thing keeping her fully conscious; the constantly growing pleasure always threatening to rob her of her mind. It felt like his dick was inside her stomach, and she suspected he was using shapeshifting magic to make his dick slowly grow in width; she could feel him stretching out her ass more and more with every second, and it was pleasure unparalleled. Diedrich's hand was squeezing and groping her tits with such ferocity, sometimes stopping only to twist one of her nipples. The other had let go of her tail, which had nearly made her cum, and was slapping her ass hard. And then, like the flip of a switch, something changed inside of her. Why was she letting a human dominate her? She's just as strong as her mate, so she should do just as much of the work.

Beatrix started slamming her ass back into him just as fast as he could fuck, her ass perpetually jiggling from the endless slamming it was getting. She wrapped her tail around his neck and used it to pull his head closer to hers, driving him deeper into their kiss, emphasized with her lovingly biting his bottom lip. She didn't stop him groping and spanking her though, far from it. She encouraged it, urging him to do it more, to do it harder. She loved it, the pain heightened the pleasure to even greater heights. However, she was determined to hold out: she would make him cum first. Unfortunately for her, Diedrich had a trump card she hadn't been prepared for.

The incubus saw they were back to their usual games, and like all games he played, he refused to accept any other possible outcome than victory. He snaked his tail around in such a way that she didn't see it until the tip of it was placed at the entrance of her cum filled cunt. She just barely managed to say "You cheater" before he plunged 4 inches of the tail in her pussy at once, the spade shaped tip slamming against her clit before it went in. Bea held out as long as she could, but Diedrich fucking both of her holes at once was simply too much for her, and with a roar she came harder than she had in months, the pleasure outmatching the ones from earlier by orders of magnitudes. Diedrich came mere seconds afterwards, filling her ass to the brim with his hot cum. His cock came out of her ass with a plop, and her ass, now gaping widely, started leaking cum. They stood like that for a moment, and then collapsed onto each other on the ground and slept for hours.

******

They ended up staying at that island for a full week. They spent the days swimming, fishing, fucking, playing volleyball, fucking, exploring, and sometimes fucking. By the time they got back to the castle, they were somehow both completely relaxed and rejuvenated and drop dead tired. The moment they got back to the castle, Bea went off to her room and slept in her hammock for 16 hours straight. Diedrich got a golem to take the picnic items back (he thought it was the same one that gathered it a week ago, but was it wearing a tiny crown now?), and walked to his room.

Diedrich walked into his room and laying on his bed, casually reading one of his research journals, was a demon lord of hell.