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The Demon's Haunting

Even today, they would come.

KRAAACK-THAAAWWWWW!!!

The sound was the easy part. It was the rain that was most difficult.

A wicked bolt of silver lightning surged through the air, bringing light to the landscape around them. Streets were illuminated, buildings, bridges, structures... it was a town. It was once a town. It once sat on the lip of Kryten mountain. It once had people living in it. It once had these things...

Once...

But now they were all gone.

It was storming. No, 'storming' was too weak a word. It was a maelstrom: a wicked spiral of rain and wind that would be strong enough to knock a grown man off of his feet. With how the torrents flowed, the vicious spread would fly left, then right, fall down, then go back up. Puddles of waters the size of lakes had formed upon the once sleepy town, and even stones were being tossed aside by the strong torrents. All the while, lightning continued roaring through the skies overhead, bringing light to the town below.

During these brief flashes, one could see the stone structures. They heard tales once long ago about how beautiful this town was. How it was filled with kind people, and how watching the sun rise over the mountain was one of the most wondrous sights in the world. But now all they saw were crumbling buildings, shattered bridges, and ruined statues. And in the center of this once beautiful, bustling town...

Were them...

“Shit! This storm's not letting up!"

“Just a little more, Nicto. The mansion is nearby!"

Two hooded figures rushed through the town. They were battered down by wind and drenched in rain, but that did not slow their feet. Going by their voices, they were both young men. So young and fact, they were still probably teenagers. Eighteen or nineteen at the most, but no older. Their hoods obscured who said what however. All that could be gleaned was that one was a smidgen taller than the other. Aside from that? Nothing.

“Which way, Pavan?" asked one of them.

“This way, Nicto," replied the other.

Together, the two cloaked figures rushed through the city streets, fighting off the thunderstorm which battered them left and right. The shorter of the two was quick to take lead point, looking left and right, before focusing a structure in the distance. It was larger than the other buildings in the area, seemingly towering over the town as a whole. And yet, with how low visibility was at the moment, even it appeared invisible until another flash of lightning brought light to the air.

Pointing at it, the shorter cloaked figure led their partner towards the building, where they entered inside. It too was crumbling apart, as its once large ceiling had fully caved in, and the areas that weren't shattered still had holes within their rooftops and walls. But there was enough of a rooftop to give them a moment's reprieve from the rain outside, and when they did...

Fwump! Splatter!

They pulled back their hoods, tossing up water as they did so.

The two cloaked figures looked around, panting as they had been traveling nonstop since this morning. In the darkness of this structure, they could not see the other. That is until the shorter of the two reached into their cloak and pulled out an luxurious staff, one whose pole was blue, and had a curved, smooth, bowl-like tip, with a green jewel resting in the center of it. Raising the staff, they focused their energies...

“Fira!"

Fwwoooosh!

And summoned an orb of fire, one that hovered in the air between them.

The flame brought light to the area, and finally revealed the face of the shorter cloak. He was a young man, one just on the cusp of adulthood. His hair was long, orange, and tamed into this braid which fell along his back. He had these wide blue eyes, and these soft, clear features that made him appear even younger than he was. But that's all one could see, as his large, black hood covered him from the neck down.

By comparison, the boy next to him was his mirror... yet opposite.

He was taller, but only by an inch, maybe two on a good day. He had the same soft and clear features on his face, and his shorter than average height also made him out to be younger than he really was. But that all changed with his eyes. Unlike his ally, his eyes were sharp and green, and he wore this serious, almost annoyed expression on his face. His hair was a silver-white, being this cool, short bob that fell down to his neck, and was parted to expose his face. His skin was also darker compared to his friend's fair skin tone, and he had longer ears to boot.

“Alright, is this the place, Pavan?" asked the silver-haired boy, watching as his friend stepped forward.

“Well... not exactly," replied the orange-haired boy – Pavan – as he waved his scepter around, “But I can feel it. The files are close. It's gotta be in one of the buildings in the town."

“Really? You can feel it?" replied the silver-haired boy – Nicto – in an incredulous manner, “All I feel is the water that's soaked into my clothes and boots. Ggggh..." he shook his head, “Let's just hurry up and find those damned files. The sooner we can collect them and get outta here, the better!"

A soft chuckle slipped from the lips of Pavan, finding amusement in his ally's annoyance. It was a momentary reprieve from the storm roaring outside of these walls, one they'd have no choice but to push through yet again. Their destination was close – the staff-wielding boy could feel it!

“Let's keep going," said Pavan as he pointed forward, “Heh! Like you said, the sooner we collect the files, the sooner we can return to the guild! Aaah... we've been traveling for so long..." he pulled back up his hood, “I can't wait to see my bed again."

“Gnnn...!"

Nicto was more dismissive, but that groan brought a chuckle from his friend nonetheless. Begrudgingly, he pulled up his hood, splattering water around, while the young wizard at his side pointed forward. Together, the duo ran out the building they were in; their moment of relief was over. They still had a job to do.

Trinton was this town's name. Errr... Trinton was once this town's name. If it wasn't obvious before, no one had lived in this place for decades now. It rested in the Kryten's mountains, where it overlooked the seaside nation of Dewland. Dewland itself was a tiny and nearly insignificant kingdom, one often mistaken for belonging to the larger nation of Fenera that exists nearby! What Dewland owned however, was location. Existing in the relative middle of the continent of Byrne, it was easy for someone to hitch a ride on a train or airship from the kingdom, and go wherever they were needed. Thus, it became a popular home for guilds looking to do whatever job was needed of them for whatever pay they deemed good enough.

Hey, it may not be the most glamorous of jobs, but it was a job nonetheless!

But to many, the job of a guild member is a job worth dreaming about. How often do you pick up a book and read a story about some intrepid adventurer? Saving lives, slaying monsters, gaining treasure; it was the kind of life a child – a boy – may think about for hours on end. For many, it ends right there; just the fantasies of a courageous boy. But to some, that job is a job worth training their entire lives for.

Of course, reality is often disappointing. You may think the life of a guild member is thrilling and adventurous, but your guild masters just treat it as it is; a job. And in order to get a job, you must prove yourself worthy of keeping that job. It's one thing to slay some weak monsters in a cave somewhere under the supervision of a superior. It's something else entirely to go on a mission entirely on your own.

And this was their mission; this was their chance to prove themselves as full-fledged guild members! If they could procure the files they were sent to collect, they would be given the chance to take on higher-tier missions without the aid of a guild master! Soon, they'd be the adventurers telling grand tales in taverns around the world!

But, right, they needed to actually accomplish this mission first, didn't they?

Together, the two hooded young men rushed through the abandoned town of Trinton. Pavan had taken lead point, his staff at his side as the orb at the tip of it glowed a bright light. Using it as a beacon, he navigated the derelict streets around them, before coming to a sudden halt.

“What gives, Pavan?" asked Nicto, to which his friend looked around.

“Ah! There! That's the place!" he answered as he pointed ahead.

Before them laid large gates between a stone wall. Unlike the rest of the town, the gates appeared pristine and beautiful, as they shined against the rain even with their black coloration. The walls too weren't crumbling or eroded like the rest of the town either, instead being smooth with sharp edges. A confused gasp left Pavan's lips as he noticed this, but Nicto pushed on regardless.

Coming up to the gates, the silver-haired boy placed his hands upon them, giving a slight push.

EEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK...!

To his and Pavan's surprise, the gates slid open. They both looked at one another, trading confused glances beneath their hoods, before the silver-haired boy pushed on. His friend didn't want to follow.

Beyond the gates was a mighty manor, one that stood tall over the town of Trinton. Having a chateauesque design, it was large in size, with a pointed roof, two spires flanking its front entrance, arched and pristine windows, and an overall black color scheme to it. Much like the walls and gate that surrounded it, the manor was free of erosion, free of time. Pavan looked up at it with confusion wrought on his face, while Nicto rushed up to its front door.

“Pavan!" he shouted, “C'mon! Let's get a move on!"

“R-right! I'm coming!" the wizard replied.

Joining his friend, the two stood beneath the awning of the front doors, freeing themselves from the rain. Pavan was still confused by how pristine everything was. Even the grass appeared to be freshly cut, despite the fact that the city was supposed to be abandoned! Nicto meanwhile couldn't care less. Placing his hand to the door in front of him, he pushed it just like the gate before.

Eeeeeeeeeerrrrrk...!

And just like the gate before, the door opened up without issue.

The two stepped inside, entering into the main lobby of the chateau. It was just a few feet, but the storm already sounded distant as it bounced again the rooftop. They looked out the door briefly, then turned to face the lobby they were in. It was dark in here however, making visibility low.

“Fira!" called Pavan.

Fwwoooosh!

Again summoning a fire for light and warmth, the young wizard illuminated the area they were in. It was wide and expansive; an elegant lobby that led to various halls, with a spiraling staircase extending from its second floor. Even with their limited eyesight, they could see the chateau had a black and purple color scheme, with occasional reds here and there like on the rugs.

“What is this place...?" asked Nicto, to which Pavan shrugged his shoulders.

“I think this is... where those old experiments were performed," answered the wizard, “At least... I think it is. This is where the files we're searching for should be, but..." he looked at his friend, “Isn't Trinton supposed to be... ya'know... abandoned? Why is this place so clean?"

“Tch... whatever..." Nicto muttered as she tugged on his cloak, “Let's just find the files we were sent to find! Besides... I'd rather rummage through a clean mansion like this place, than some shitty, crumbling building like the others!"

Fwump!

Without hesitation, Nicto removed the cloak on his shoulders, letting it drop with a loud 'Splat!' of water. A lithe young man, he wore clothing reminiscent of a performing magician, with his black vest, white undershirt, black slacks, and red bow-tie. It was elegant and tight, hugging close to his curves and figure, while still offering him quite a bit of movement. And then there was the rapier at his hip, one that had a silver blade, and an opulent basket hilt.

Though slightly peeved at his friend's brashness, Pavan joined him nonetheless in removing his cloak. The young wizard was wearing a green poncho with a white shirt beneath it, tan slacks on his legs, and a brown shawl around his neck. Slung around his neck was a satchel, one that contained a variety of magical trinkets and charms, as well as potions within it.

Together, the two walked deeper into the manor, scanning its surroundings. Nicto walked up to the staircase, gazing up towards its second floor, while Pavan focused on the halls that splintered from the lobby.

“This place," Nicto whispered, “Didn't you say this was where some old experiments were performed?" he turned, facing his friend, “Like... I know Orchestra has a bunch of scientists and stuff, but... c'mon..." he looked back, “They had such a swanky manor like this to perform their experiments in? Aren't you from Orchestra? Is this typical?"

“Yes, but..." Pavan shook his head as he faced his friend with a long face, “This isn't Orchestra architecture. At least, not any I recognize," he shrugged his shoulders, “Maybe the scientists and wizards living here just... liked to live large? I dunno... we just need to find the files anyway."

“Haaaah... they could be anywhere!" groaned Nicto as he palmed his head, “Honestly, what even are files? I'm beginning to think Fiote sent us here on a wild goose chase! That's the only way I can explain this..." he kicked at the opulent rug beneath his feet, “Bullshit... guh!"

“Well... look, scientist or not, I wouldn't be performing experiments upstairs," Pavan said as he walked up to his partner's side, “There's bound to be something in the basement of this manor. If we can get down there, I'm sure we'll find the files we've been sent to collect..." he then shrugged his shoulders, “Hopefully..."

“Yeah... hopefully," Nicto bemoaned, “Guh... alright. Let's find a way downstairs."

Pointing forward, Pavan took lead point, and headed down into one of the hallways exiting the lobby. Together, the duo stalked down the quiet and opulent halls of the manor. The walls were regal, rich with this Gothic décor. Black in color as well, the only light came from the red rugs, or the red curtains, with a few highlights of regal purple here and there. Suits of armor even stood on the sides of the hall, their surfaces these sinister black as they stood guard over the quiet halls.

“What happened to this place...?" Nicto asked as he looked around, “I thought Trinton was supposed be abandoned. But this place...?" he shook his head, “It hasn't even been looted or anything. In fact..." he raised an eyebrow whilst looking at Pavan, “What happened to Trinton anyway?"

“This place happened to Trinton," his friend answered, “Remember what Fiote told us? Like... decades ago, the scientist working here triggered some... uh..." he waved his hand through the air, “A cataclysm event."

“A what event?"

“It's a Logos term," Pavan answered, “In layman's terms, it means something very, very bad happened. Trinton was overrun with monsters because of it, and the people were forced to run away. I'm pretty sure that's why we were sent to collect notes here. Maybe whoever our client is, wants to know what happened here decades ago."

“But that doesn't make any sense..." Nicto said, “You said this stuff happened decades ago, right? Who would a person want the files now? Wouldn't this place already be raided by... I dunno... Dewland? Maybe Fenera? Or whoever actually staffed this place with scientists in the first place?"

“Maybe..." Pavan replied, “Maybe this is a wild goose chase. Fiote wasn't really descriptive on what we're looking for. Files can mean a lot of things! But... I mean..." he shrugged his shoulders, “We're here. And if we don't come back with those files, we aren't getting paid."

“Rrrggg...! I'm gonna punch Fiote when we get back for making us waste our time with this shit! Nngh!"

Nicto balled his hand into a fist and tightened his face, while Pavan chuckled at his annoyance. Coming to a halt, he gestured to a nearby hallway. This one was different though. Instead of leading to one of the many other corridors or rooms of the chateau, this hallway instead led to a staircase. Nicto tensed up, but Pavan started heading down it.

Together, the two descended deeper into the manor around them. There was something in the air; a presence that the two could feel. It sent shudders down Pavan's spine, and Nicto too could feel it, despite not having as high a magical aptitude as his friend. And yet, with every step they took going deeper and deeper, they could feel something start to take hold over them. It was strong... gripping... sent shivers down their spine.

But they kept pushing down. Guild members can't be frightened, especially not of some quiet halls.

Descending into the chateau's basement, they entered into what felt like a different world. Gone was the manor's rich yet sinister décor. Replacing it was something more... sterile. The halls were white and silver, free of grime and dirt. Pipes ran through them as well, spiraling on the walls and ceilings. In the distance, one could see windows, but what was on the other side of these windows required more investigation. Honestly, the entire basement required more investigation.

“Is this the place?" asked Nicto as a shudder traveled through his body.

“I'm... pretty sure it is," Pavan answered, he too quaking with a palpable fear, “Haah... I wish Fiote told us what we were getting into. All he said was that this was normal for newbie guild members. Still..." he caused his fire to brighten up more, “This is not normal."

The chateau upstairs had a unique design and architecture that wasn't normal in this part of Byrne. On the other hand, this basement was reminiscent of laboratories in Orchestra. Just what happened to this place, what were they researching, and why was it here?

“Let's keep going..." Nicto muttered as he walked in deeper.

Following behind his friend, Pavan clutched his staff close, his expression one of understandable confusion and apprehension. This was different from some monster's lair. At least there they knew what was coming, be it goblins, bandits, or whatever else have you. But this? This? This was something else... this was something... more. They both could feel it, and they both didn't like it.

Shwing!

Without hesitation, Nicto withdrew his blade, clutching it close. Pavan looked at his friend, who only shrugged and looked back.

Slowly, the duo began stalking the halls in front of them. Pavan's flame had grown stronger, bringing in not only a greater heat, but increasing their visibility. Light cascaded upon the corridor before them, revealing just how sparse and empty it was. On the other end of the windows were empty laboratories where research and experiments were performed in the past. But all the items that once laid within had been cleaned out. The only signs that they once were here, were the faded scars and scorch marks of...

Something...

“This place is a maze..." Nicto muttered.

CLANK!

“AH!? Wh-what was that!?"

The two turned, facing down an opposing corridor. The hallway they were in splintered off into various others, making this one of four. When they looked down it however, all they saw was a... broom. It was rolling towards them, before smacking against the wall, coming to a halt.

Pavan knelt down, picking the broom up off the floor. It was old and weathered, having spent many, many years down here... alone. Confused, the wizard looked over towards his friend, who looked back at him with an expression merged between shock and fear.

He did not hide it well...

“J-just drop it!" he shouted, causing Pavan to flinch and drop the broom, “Shit! This stupid... fucking place! Let's get these damn files and leave this stupid place! I'm getting tired of it!"

With a huff he marched off, leaving his ally behind who chuckled at his flustered appearance. It helped lighten up the mood compared to the sinister and frightening atmosphere that surrounded them. A soft chuckle went a long way.

Tick... tack... tick...

But Pavan stopped before following behind Nicto. Gazing down the hallway yet again, he gazed into the darkness deep within. For a few moments he saw nothing. It was just a quiet, empty hall. But when he raised his staff to give himself more light...

Slitherrrrrr...

He saw something purple slide against the ground. It was brief, but it vanished from view around the next corner. A gasp left Pavan's lips and he pulled back, then he palmed his head. Shaking it, he tried settling his nerves... before slowly looking back. He didn't see it anymore... had he... just imagined it? The dark can play tricks on one's mind, and this place was oozing with some mysterious force.

“PAVAN! I NEED LIGHT!"

But he couldn't think about it for much too long.

“C-coming!!!"

Turning away from the hall he was in, Pavan rushed to join his friend Nicto. The silver-haired boy had his arms crossed at a corner, his nose stuck up in annoyance. It was clear to the wizard that his friend had run into something else that scared him, and was putting on this brave front to appear strong. It was rather cute... but considering the fact that Pavan himself had gotten scared over something he may or may not have seen, he wasn't in much of a position to tease.

“What took you so long!?" Nicto shouted, to which his friend grinned.

“Sorry... heh! I just... think I saw a snake or something," Pavan replied whilst chuckling sheepishly, “Sorry for being late! Uhh..." he then looked over, “Did you find something?"

“I think I did," replied the swordsmen, “Right here. This door it's... different from the others..."

Pavan looked at the door in front of them. Just as Nicto said, it looked different from the other doors. It sat at the end of a hall, entering into a laboratory that was twice the size of the others. Sitting there, the young wizard could feel a certain energy permeate the air. It pulsated through the doors, throbbing like a living creature. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a sharp gasp.

Apprehensively, Nicto approached the door, using Pavan's flame to lighten the room. His rapier ready in one hand, he placed the other upon the door's knob, gripped it, twisted it... and then pushed it open slowly.

Eeeeeaaaaaaarrrrrrk... Whump...

Raising his staff, Pavan entered into the room beside Nicto, revealing the chamber within. Just as they thought, it was bigger than any of the other laboratories. Unlike the others however, there were still objects in here. Tables, desks, chemistry sets, alchemy sets; they all rested about in a messy hodgepodge of items and even books.

Books?

“The files!" said Nicto as he ran to a table in front of him, “Fucking great! Pavan, we found the files!"

Lifting up the books, a plume of dust was sent out, one that was near choking. A smile on his face, he looked over to his friend, who appeared more pensive. Pavan was looking around the room, using his flame to reveal everything around him. There was more here than just items and files. On the walls, floors, and even on the ceiling, were symbols. To the uninitiated, these symbols were esoteric nonsense. To Pavan, well...

“Demons..."

“Wh-what was that?" said Nicto as he faced his partner.

“These symbols," he replied as he looked back, “These symbols are demonic symbols. They're..." he looked back, “These are the markings you would use to summon demons... maybe even break through reality if you had enough magic to do so. Huh..."

Kneeling down, he gazed upon one such symbol in particular. Circular in shape, it had various demonic script written around it, comparable to a hieroglyph, though twice as confusing. Dragging his fingers along it, Pavan could recognize what the symbols were spelling out, saying,

“Maskim... Iris... Zuul...?"

“What?" replied Nicto, to which Pavan shook his head and stood up.

“I uh... I think... heh... I think we found our cataclysm event," he answered as he faced his friends, “I guess the scientists here were researching demons. They got a bit overzealous, Trinton got overrun with monsters, and... well... the rest is history."

“Weird... oh well!" Nicto replied, not caring in the slightest, “C'mon! Here!" he then opened up Pavan's satchel, stuffing the files into it, “Let's get this in here, and let's get the hell outta here! I at least wanna deal with the storm upstairs, and not in this freaky-ass basement!"

“H-hey! Stop being so pushy, Nicto!"

Once the files were stuffed away into Pavan's satchel, the duo quickly rushed through the basement and back up the stairs. Returning to the chateau's lobby, they could hear that the storm outside sounded even stronger than it was before! Pausing for a moment, Nicto look over to his friend, then back to the front doors of the estate.

“Haaah... I really don't want to run through that storm again..." he bemoaned, to which Pavan shrugged his shoulders.

“But I don't want to stay in this chateau longer either," said the wizard, “You saw those symbols downstairs, right? This place is... seeped with a malicious intent. Hmn..." he began hugging his staff close, “Let's get out of here. I'd rather take my chances with the storm than the manor.

“Oh? Leaving so soon?"

That... wasn't Nicto's voice.

Eyes growing wide, Pavan and Nicto both looked at one another, then turned to face the direction of this mysterious voice. Their gazes fell upon the top of the spiraling staircase, where at the top they saw the figure of a person. And that person was approaching them.

Click... Clack... Click... Clack...

Heels? Were they hearing... heels?

Brandishing their weapons, the duo prepared to face whatever it was that was coming towards them. All they could see was its large, powerful figure as it was cast in shadows. But as they came closer and closer and closer, they grew more and more defined. And with one foot...

Click!

They stepped off the staircase...

Fwoosh!

And brought light to the lobby.

Power. What stood before her was power incarnate. Dangerous, callous... beautiful... erotic... power.

A woman. A towering, monolith of a woman. She was less like a human, and more like a deity in how she stood above Pavan and Nicto. Her body was chiseled not from stone, not even from metal, but from some god-like ore that no one had the name for. And what body did she have? This shapely, voluptuous form, with wide hips, a narrow waistline, broad shoulders... and such a busty, bountiful chest.

It was a figure so damn lewd. The two had never seen breasts as big as this woman's! But at the same time, this lewdness was balanced out by this unmistakable power. She had this toned, muscular physique on her arms, shoulders and legs, a definition that helped add to the raw prestige of the woman before her. She was powerful, yes, but that power was erotic when it came from her.

It's not like they could ignore this woman's voluptuous and sensual frame, since her clothing seemed to flaunt it! She was wearing these thin and extravagant night robes, like a duchess that just finished bathing. It was black in color, had the golden image of flowers printed on its surface, and shimmered in the arcane light of the hallway whilst offering glimpses of her tan skin beneath. Her powerful thighs and the cleavage of her bosom were all free to be gazed upon with how her robes were tied around her trim midsection by a sash.

From the head of this woman spilled purple hair, which shimmered with a dark light. It flowed long as well, curling on her shoulders and bosom like the collapsing waves of a waterfall. Curly in certain areas, straight in others, it was an immaculate mane which further highlighted the ethereal presence of this woman.

But... some of her purple hair fell over the left side of her face, obscuring one of her burning red eyes in this cool, indifferent veil. Said eyes were sharp, with her irises slit, less like a human, and more like a reptile.

Oh, but what of the horns which also jutted from the sides of her head? They were onyx in color, smooth and curved, while the tips of them were this point that was finer than any javelin. If she bent over and rammed forward, she'd do more damage than a rampaging beast!

From afar, you could easily be forgiven for thinking this woman was human. Aside from her outstanding height, nothing about her seemed impossible. But then you'd get closer and notice her unique attributes. Her eyes and horns of course, but also her ears, which were pointed, almost like an elves.

The woman stood tall in the lobby, looming over Pavan and Nicto who shuddered in her presence. Gasping, they weren't sure if they were terrified by the woman who stood before them, or awed. Her tan skin, her luscious purple hair, her dangerous horns, and her powerful body, all spurned a conflicting number of emotions within the two. And then her head tipped down, where their eyes met her eyes.

Her slender... sharp... womanly... red eyes. Eyes redder than the setting sun. Eyes belonging to a dragon.

For several moments, the duo and this woman gazed at one another. She appeared indifferent, if not outright dismissive of their existence. He quivered before her, his mouth opening to speak, only for nonsensical gasps to leave his lips. The woman meanwhile, placed one hand on her hip, and the other hand in her head, where she tossed up some of her exotic purple hair.

Then her tail slithered down. What? Oh... right... she had a tail. A long, thick, reptilian... no... dragonic tail. With a slithering grace, she raised her tail up, then slammed it on the ground with a loud--

Thump!

Whipping the two boys upright.

“Now... will you two tell me what you are doing in my home?"

The two boys stood before this towering woman, who leered at them with an annoyed look on her face. She exuded this aura, this presence that made it difficult to stand before her, let alone talk. It was as if all the training, all the courage they had accumulated throughout their years, had been stolen in an instant as they came face to face with this overbearing woman.

“Well...?" she said whilst cocking her head.

“Y-your home...?" replied Nicto, to which the woman rose her foot and--

Clank!

With a stomp, she brought their gazes down to the floor of the lobby. Imprinted upon it was a symbol, that being a shield. And on that shield was the image of a serpent-like creature extending from the center of a purple flower. It was this chateau's coat of arms.

“Yes. My home," repeated the woman, “You stand in the presence of Iris Violetta Mordredus!" Click! Clack! Click! “Now tell me... what are you doing in my home?"

Nicto and Pavan looked at one another, trading glances of confusion and fear. This was her home? Honestly... that made sense! All throughout their little venture, they were wondering why this manor was clean and pristine, as opposed to being rundown and derelict like the rest of Trinton! Because – unlike the rest of Trinton – this building was being lived in!

“I! I mean... w-we!" said Nicto, before Pavan stepped forward.

“Our apologies!" he said whilst bowing before the woman – Iris, “We are guild members! My name is Pavan, and his name is Nicto! We were sent to collect files from this place by our guild master! W-we didn't know this place was being lived in! We are terribly sorry!"

“Guild... members...?" repeated Iris... before she palmed her head, “Ugh... let me guess... you were sent by Guild Corvus? Specifically... was your guild master a man by the name of Fiote?"

Hearing that name leave Iris' lips, caused both Pavan and Nicto to tense up. Shocked, they stared at one another with their mouths agape, before looking back at woman before them.

“Y-yes...?" they said in unison, causing Iris to roll her eyes, drop her hands, and groan.

“I apologize, little ones, but you've been toyed with," she stated, making Nicto flinch.

“Wh... what?"

“Fiote toyed with you two," Iris further explained, before shaking her head, “Actually... no... that's not exactly true. Fiote toyed with me. This is a practical joke he likes to pull on me sometimes. He often tells new guild members who are looking for their first solo mission, to come up to my estate. Usually it's to find things like... treasure... or some strong monster... or in this case... files. Ugh..."

“R-really...?" mumbled Pavan, his body deflating as he slumped over, “I don't... but why? Is it just a... a joke...?"

Iris nodded and crossed her arms beneath her chest.

“I'm afraid so," she replied.

Pavan looked over, his mouth still gaping. Nicto on the other hand, was fuming with visible rage. His face was red, his hand was balled into a tight fist, and if he could, steam would no doubt the shooting from his ears.

“That stupid FUCK!!!" he shouted, before cradling his head and dropping to his knees, “I swear, I'm gonna stab him when I get back to the guild! Rrrrgh!"

“C-calm down, Nicto," said Pavan as he tapped his partner's shoulder, “I mean... look at it this way; we accomplished our mission! We made it all the way over here by ourselves! That... that has to mean something to Fiote, right?"

“Grrrrgh! It better!" growled the swordsman as he stood back up, “Because if it doesn't, to hell with the guild! I'll fillet his ass! Uh...!"

His expression then turned blank and he looked over, with Pavan doing likewise. Both of them looked up at Iris, who stared back with her head cocked to one side. Riiiiiight... due to Fiote's... ahem... 'practical joke', they had broken into a woman's home! Not only that, but they dug through her things and her house without her permission! Sensing what they were about to say, the purple-haired woman straightened up and smiled before raising her hand.

“Fufufufu... it's okay... you don't have to apologize anymore," said Iris with a soft shake of her head, “It was a prank played by Fiote anyway. Next time I visit Dewland, I'll be sure to have a conversation with him personally to stop these jokes of his. They are not funny anymore."

“But... s-still..." said Pavan as he again bowed before her, “We're really, really sorry, Miss Mordredus! We didn't mean to intrude in your house!"

“Fufufufufufu! Such polite boys you are," Iris said as she walked forward, her hips swaying left to right, “I suppose on this dark and stormy night, I could have worse company compared to the typical flair Fiote sends up here. So..." she raised her hand, curling it inwards towards herself, “Why don't you two make yourselves at home? Hm? The storm doesn't look like it will be lighting up anytime soon. I'd hate to send you two back to Dewland with all this going on."

“W-what? Are you sure...?" asked Pavan, to which Iris nodded.

“Of course! Two lovely little boys like you? Fufufufufufufu! You'll make for great company."

Hey, we're not boys!

At least... that's what Nicto wanted to say. Those words bounced around in his head and came close to leaving his lips... but they never actually did. He just looked up at Iris, his anger shifting into something more demure as he let loose a deep breath. The woman's plump lips were in this alluring smile, and her eyes had this soft glow to them. Chest swelling up, the swordsman scratched at the back of his head sheepishly, while Pavan averted his eyes.

“Why don't you come with me?" said Iris as she hooked her hand inward, “I'm sure the both of you are rightfully tired after your travel. Why don't I prepare for you two something to eat? I'm sure you could use it."

“But we--"

Urrrrrrrrgggghhh!

Pavan's eyes grew wide and his gaze dropped down. Right on cue, his stomach had to growl like a wild dog. It brought a red blush to his cheeks and he looked over at Nicto, who stared back at him with a blush of his own.

“Fufufufufufufu! There's nothing to be ashamed of! Really!" said Iris as she turned around, “You've both been traveling. It's only natural that you'd be hungry after it all. Here, why don't you follow me? I have plenty of rooms you two can stay in while I prepare a warm meal."

Facing her staircase, the purple-haired woman began walking up it, with Nicto and Pavan lingering behind. They traded unsure glances, speaking with their faces. After all, they weren't stupid! Should they trust Iris? She was living in this mansion by herself, and clearly something happened in Trinton, and happened downstairs as well! Besides, Fiote had never spoken of a woman named Iris before.

Then again, it's not like they were friends with Fiote. He only ever told them what job they needed to do, and that was that. Hmmm...

On the other hand, Iris had a point. The storm outside was not going away. If anything, it was getting stronger. If they tried to travel through that, forget about it; they'd be dead by the morning without a place to stay! So if Iris had a place for them to stay, they'd be stupid not to take her up on the offer. Still...

“Boys? Are you coming?"

“Y-yeah!" said Pavan.

Quickly they ran up behind the purple-haired woman, following her up the stairs. She moved in a manner that was elegant and flawless. Her hips would say from side to side, and she kept up perfect posture. Not one aspect of her or her body was out of line. Whether it be her statuesque physique that could seemingly move mountains, or the alluring figure she had.

Gosh... she was so big. Not only did she stand above eight feet tall, but all of her 'assets' appeared large as well. Her hips were so wide and shapely, her butt so big and pert, and her breasts? Ooooh, even from behind, they could see the shape of her breasts due to the hourglass physique of her body.

Both Nicto and Pavan felt themselves gaze over Iris' body a bit too hard. They couldn't help themselves! Not only was she exotic with her horns and tail, but they'd never seen a woman with her figure before! The Olympian strength of her form, blended with the erotic sensuality of her figure, creating this woman who was the absolute height of titanic power. Pavan specifically could feel his heart tighten in his chest as he looked her up and down.

Oh... oh no! This was bad! They were in Iris' house, yet here he was, shamelessly ogling her? Did he have no shame? He needed something else to focus on! Why not her--

“TAIL!?"

“Huh?"

“Hm?"

Nicto looked over at Pavan, and Iris did likewise over her shoulder. He stood there, blushing furiously back. He didn't mean to blurt that out like a madman! But now it was out there! He had no choice but to continue on

“Um... you have a... tail...?" said the wizard, “And horns... and your eyes... uh... y-you're a beastkin?"

“How observant of you," said Iris with a smile as she rocked left and right, “You are correct, Pavan. I am a beastkin. Specifically... I'm a dragon."

“A... dragon...?"

Both he and Nicto gasped at this revelation. Dragons... were incredibly rare when it comes to beastkin. So rare in fact that they've never had the fortune to meet one, or even hear about one. However, Iris being a dragon explained so much! Her height, her eyes, her horn, her tail... her regal beauty and stature. Oh yes, only a dragon could have all of these attributes.

“Right here," said Iris as she came to a halt, “You two are free to stay in this room together while I prepare a meal. We can talk more then. Fufufu... outside of Fiote's jokes, I so rarely have visitors. It will be nice to share a conversation with the likes of you two."

Her kind words and sweet voice bounced around in Pavan and Nicto's head. Any thoughts they may have had about her intentions were being washed away. Never had they heard a voice be so compelling before. The way it sounded, how it built them up; it was like listening to the song of angels.

Placing her hand upon the door in front of her, Iris pushed it open, revealing a wide open chamber. Just like the rest of the chateau, this bedroom was big. Very big. Black and red in color, the bedroom was rich with décor, owning the same Gothic architecture as the other halls in the chateau. Its bed was big too, and rested in the center of the chamber with luscious red blankets and pillows. And at the back was a wide panoramic window, one that showed the powerful storm raging just outside these walls.

Both Pavan and Nicto gasped as they entered the bedroom. They'd never been in a room so large before! They could so easily run from one end to the other, and actually get winded by it!

“I take it you like it," said Iris in a teasing manner, causing them both to turn and face her.

Their faces quickly shifted. Nicto's becoming bashful and abrasive like he'd just been caught doing something naughty, while Pavan looked away in a more embarrassed manner. Iris didn't mind, instead laughing as she found amusement with the situation and their expressions.

“Please, enjoy yourselves," she said as she pulled away, “I'll come for you when dinner is ready."

Slipping through the door, Iris left Nicto and Pavan behind, causing the two boys to watch her walk down the hall. And they watched alright. They watched as her beautiful, flawless, sensual hips, swayed left and right with an erotic desire. That tight robe she wore did her no favors, flaunting not only the curvature of her hips, but also her long legs. If her tail wasn't in the way, they'd get quite the view of her butt.

Uhh...

“To think a woman of her beauty is living here..." said Nicto as he and Pavan pulled back into their room, “You think something happened to her?"

“Wh... what?" asked the wizard as he clutched close his staff, “I... I don't know..." he shrugged his shoulders, “I... I'm just confused as to... why she's here. I thought all of Trinton was supposed to be abandoned. That's what everyone's told us, not just Fiote! No one's said anything about a woman living here... especially not a dragon. I..." he shook his head, “Doesn't this seem odd to you?"

“Bah! You think too much about it," Nicto said as he shook his hand through the air, “Obviously, Iris enjoys her alone time. And really, I can't blame her."

“Y-you're taking this too lightly," Pavan scolded, “We both went into that basement, Nicto! We both saw what was down there! At the very least, this place was once a laboratory for scientists of Orchestra! I can tell by the basement! I'm just saying..." he shrugged his shoulders, “This... this place is weird."

“You really think that?" asked Nicto a grin spreading on his lips, “C'mon! We both studied relentlessly on the monsters of the land! Dragons are typically solitary creatures. They love spending time alone on montain tops surrounded by their riches!"

“Yeah, bestial dragons!" Pavan corrected, “Not beast_kin_ dragons like Iris! They are two different things!"

“Nonsense!" said the swordsman as he shook his hand dismissively, “I refuse to believe a woman of Iris' stature and... hnn... beauty can be anything other than kind. Besides, if she was a monster of some sort, why bother giving us a room? She would have killed us already."

On one hand, Nicto had a point. If Iris was a monster, why did she bother giving them a room and offering them something to eat? It doesn't make sense. On the other hand, that's not why his friend offered up such an idea. No, no, no...

Nicto had metaphorical hearts for eyes.

“Aah... you lecher..." groaned the wizard, already well aware of his partner's proclivities.

“But can you blame me?" asked Nicto as he rushed to his friend's side, pressing their shoulders together, “I'm not blind; I saw your face before. When you shouted out 'tail', I know it's because you were focused on Iris ass."

“Glk! I... w-well!"

A furious blush appeared on Pavan's face, while Nicto jabbed his shoulder in a knowing manner. Despite the wizard's skepticism, he could not hide the fact that he found Iris attractive as well.

Nicto was right: Iris was beautiful. She was incredibly beautiful! Never had Pavan seen a woman of her caliber before! She's heard about such beauty coming from princesses, queens, and other such rulers, but this was the first time he's ever seen it in person! And such strength too! The power Iris showed on her body was strong enough to move mountains. No, he had no doubts she could hold up the sky if she so willed it.

Okay, maybe that's a bit hyperbolic, but Iris' beauty was truly second to none.

“See? Hah hah hah! I'm not the only lecher around here," Nicto said whilst grinning, to which Pavan shook his head.

“Okay, fine! Iris is beautiful! But! She's still a mysterious dragonwoman that lives in the abandoned town of Trinton on top of a laboratory where secret experiments were conducted! I'm just saying that... maybe we should keep our wits about ourselves. Just stay alert in case something strange happens."

“Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Nicto said whilst dismissively waving his hand through the air, “Look, I'm just happy that you admit Iris is beautiful too! I'm not the only one thinking with his other head... kyuhu..."

“Uggh... you didn't just say that..."

“Besides, if I had to choose between spending the night with a beautiful woman like Iris, or the deadly storm that's brewing outside... yeah, I'm choosing Iris. And..." Grrrrrgggrrgghh! “Boy am I hungry We should have had a bigger breakfast before we left Meltoon..."

“Hmm..."

Pavan couldn't argue with either of those statements. He may not like being stuck with this mysterious woman, but he realized he had very little choice. That is unless he wanted to risk dying outside.

“So... what do we do now?" he asked of Nicto, who walked over to the door.

“You can stay here all alone if you'd like!" said the swordsman, “Huhu... but me? I'm going to go see if Miss Mordredus could use any help setting up the table! Kyuhuhuhuhuhu!"

As he slipped through the door, Pavan shot him a glare while pouting. He really was a horny lecher, wasn't he? How he hadn't been slapped around by Griselia – their guild's mission manager – was a mystery to him. Now he was rushing off to no doubt annoy the mistress of this estate. Well ya'know what? Go ahead! If she slaps him – or even worse – he deserved it!

Besides, Pavan was feeling rather tired. Today's excitement had taken it's toll on the young man. He's a wizard! There's a reason why they're in the back-lines for support, instead of being in direct confrontation! Some rest would do him good.

Making his way over to the bed, he removed his satchel from his shoulders, and fell into the mattress. Ooooooh, it was so soft! Like resting in a warm and gentle cloud, he felt himself sink into it, as the fatigue of the day started to leave him. But as he sank down – further and further – his mind began wondering to those words he read in the basement below.

“Maskim... Iris... Zuul...?"

…

This place was very big.

Nicto was a sprightly young man. Having come first in class at his academy, he could have easily become a knight in service to the kingdom of Serdio, his birthplace. His mother would have loved it. His father too. But when it came time to make a decision, he decided otherwise. He didn't want to become just another knight in service to a ruler who barely knew he was there! No, he wanted to be something else, something more. He wanted to be famous!

Okay, yes, even he'd admit that such a goal does not make for a particularly charming man. But could you blame him? What sounds more fun; listening to others for a pittance of the pay, doing boring things like guarding random outposts with hopes that he'd one day get a promotion? Or adventuring round Byrne as a guild member, seeing wondrous sights, and helping those who ask of him? For a pay, of course! When those are your two options, the answers easy, isn't it?

Admittedly, he was still but a young man; a boy as Iris so gleefully called him. Perhaps his choice was made hastily. But he'd rather make mistakes now as a young man, than as an old one in his early forties! Besides, why would he want to be in some boring military base, when he could be running around decadent halls like this?

Around and around, Nicto's head spun, taking in the sight of Iris' chateau. These halls were so spacious, so grand! He could get lost in them easily if he didn't pay attention! In fact... hadn't he been here before? He swore he saw this suit of armor before, or that he passed this window, or that he saw this portrait of Iris.

Wait... a portrait of Iris?

Nicto came to a stop as he looked over. Before him was this grand image of Iris, one that was slightly obscured by nearby red curtains. It was framed in gold, and depicted the dragonwoman wearing an elegant black dress as she sat on a throne. Purple flowers rested beside her, and she wore this powerful, regal, enthralling expression. And those eyes – those red eyes – they gazed down upon him as if to dominate his very soul.

But... wait... a crown? Iris had a crown on her head? Yes! In this portrait, not only was she sitting on a throne, she was wearing a crown as well! But it wasn't a typical crown, at least, not what he'd think of first when someone brought up the word. It was black and gnarled, and resting in the center of it was a glowing ruby jewel. This crown wasn't glorious, it was haunting, and it held this sense of power and dread. That crown... it was all Nicto could focus on! Well, her crown, and her incredibly busty chest.

“Hm? Nicto?"

But why marvel at a portrait, when he could marvel at the real thing?

Nicto turned around. Behind him was the spiral staircase he had been searching for. And standing behind him on said staircase, was Iris. Even though she was a few steps down, she still loomed over him like a pillar of power. It caused the swordsman to tense up, impressed and understandably intimidated by her stature. The dragoness meanwhile smiled as she approached him.

“Hello, Nicto," she said with a soft chuckle, “What are you doing from your room? Did you grow bored?"

“M-Miss Mordredus!" he said, before tensing up and shaking his head, “I... oh... n-no! I didn't grow bored with the room. I... I just came looking for you, is all! Kyuhu!" he smiled at her whilst sheepishly scratching the back of his head, “You don't seem to have any servants. Since you were preparing a meal for Pavan and I, I figured I'd give you hand! If you don't mind, of course."

“Oh really? Fufufufufufu!"

Iris' laughter... oooooh... it was the most beautiful, most regal, most mature sounding laugh he had ever heard. Hearing it sent shivers down Nicto's spine, who could feel himself starting to melt. But before he could say or do anything, Iris began walking up. Standing before him, she again loomed tall with her monolithic body. He shuddered, while watching her lips curl into this alluring smile and her red eyes glow.

“Oh Nicto..." she whispered as she tossed some hair over her shoulder, “How polite of you," her other hand then reached up, where it gently fell on his cheek, clutching it, “You are such a good boy, Nicto. Fufufufufu!"

Again he shuddered while nuzzling his cheek into Iris' palm. Her touch was so perfect. Smooth, warm, gentle, yet with this strength just waiting to take hold. She stroked her palm along his cheek, before lifting her thumb up. In a manner so bold yet so perfect for a woman of her caliber, she brushed her thumb along his nose, traced it along his lips, then brought it down to his chin. All the while, her red eyes continued gazing into his green ones.

Her smile... her beautiful... sensual... womanly... smile...

“Iris..."

“You want to help me?" said the purple-haired woman, “Fufufufu... how kind of you, Nicto. Well... I have the perfect job for a cute boy like you. Will you do it for me?"

Iris' tail slithered over. Despite its size, it moved with such limberness and dexterity. Up and down she dragged it along his chest, sending shudders through his body, before wrapping it around his waist. With a tug, she pulled him in closer and closer, until the space between them was... nonexistent.

Nicto quaked in place. Due to her height in relation to his, when she pulled him in, his face was just a few centimeters away from her chest. He gazed forward, running his green eyes upon her big, busty breasts. So large, so grand in shape, and with the way her robes were parted at the top, he gained an endless view of her cleavage. And 'endless' was certainly the word for it. If he fell in there, he'd never be freed.

He wasn't even sure if he'd want to be freed...

“Yes..."

“Fufufufufufu... good boy~"

…

Maskim Iris Zuul. Maskim Iris Zuul. Maskim Iris Zuul. Why did that bounce around in his head?

Pavan laid in the bed given to him, groaning as his body twisted left and right. He had fallen asleep not too long after laying down... only for those three words to bounce around in his head endlessly. Maskim Iris Zuul. It taunted him, teased him, caused his body to twist one way and then the other! He knew a lot of spells and enchantments, and was even aware of a few demonic words, but this was something else. This was something... dangerous.

“Gah!?"

Pavan jolted upright on the bed, a cold sweat having broken along his brow. Wiping it away, he looked around the bedroom given to him and Nicto, where he saw his friend was not yet back. Had something happen while he slept? Wasn't Iris making dinner? Or had he not been a sleep for so long? And why couldn't he pull his head away from--

“Maskim Iris Zuul... gah!"

Getting up from the bed, Pavan's foot immediately struck his satchel, knocking it over... and causing that book of files to slide out as well. Oh, right; this was what they were sent by Fiote to collect! Meeting Iris had made him forget all that had happened! But... wait... if this is Iris' chateau, then why does she have an Orchestra laboratory for a basement? One that has demonic writing on its walls? And with the history of Trinton as a whole...

“Wait... Maskim Iris Zuul. Maskim Iris Zuul! Ah! How did I not realize that!?"

Quickly Pavan grabbed the files from off the ground and opened them up. The pages within were old – decades old – but that didn't stop him from reading the information within. It was all logs detailing a magical experiment that dealt with the land known as Daemonium: the realm of demons.

That much, Pavan already knew. He and Nicto were already well aware of the ill fate that befell Trinton. But where does Iris fall into all of this? Was she a demon who invaded their realm through whatever experiments happened here? And what does the words 'Maskim Iris Zuul' even mean!?

Pavan continued consulting with the files before him, his heart and breathing picking up in rate. There was so much information to go through, yet he felt like he didn't have enough time! He and Nicto were stuck in this building with Iris; he needed to know who – or what – she was! And the answer was... was...

Using our Mana Stone, and the information we had in our demonlogy book, we created the most powerful gateway yet. At first, all we could summon were weak demons and monsters whose level of intelligence was no better than animals. But with this new gateway, we had hopes to summon something stronger. All we required was someone on the other end of the gateway keeping it open. Specifically, we needed a demon willing to aid us. We got our wish. We came in contact with a being named Iris.

“Oh no...!" Pavan said, shuddering as he turned the page to another log.

With Iris' aid, the gateway we opened was stronger than any previous gateway. We could not only feel the heat of Daemonium push through, but we were also given objects of a considerable size, as oppose to the paltry flora and fauna we could materialize before. For the first time, we have also heard Iris' voice.

“You idiots!" Pavan growled as he turned to another page, “What were you doing!?"

Our interactions with Iris continued going well. Even though we've used up the power of our Mana Stone, thanks to the words she taught us, we can call upon her when needed. Iris almost appears to work like a witch's familiar. So long as we use her calling spell of 'Maskim Iris Zuul' she'll hear us, and open a gateway from which we can use to study Daemonium. However, it seems Iris has shown interest in coming to our world directly. Due to her power and her naturally untrustworthy nature as a demon, we have precautions in place to stop her from doing so.

“Fat load of good that did," Pavan growled through gritted teeth.

He turned the page once again, but... the last pages were all messy and scratchy, like whoever was writing it was doing so in a haste. This was also the last log in the files, despite there being so much more room to write in. He hesitated for a moment... then brought his eyes down.

And...

Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul Maskim Iris Zuul

“GAAH!? AAHHNN!"

Pavan dropped the files and looked up. Every time he ran his eyes along those words, his head would thump with a pain. This was not good. He and Nicto needed to get out of here, now! The only problem was that he needed to find his friend! His friend who went to help Iris set the food.

“Oh no..."

Straightening up, Pavan stuffed the aged files into his satchel, grabbed his scepter, and then bolted out of the room. Now that he knew Iris was a demon, he could feel his heart race at a quicker pace than ever before. Like a fool, he allowed himself and Nicto to be seduced by her kindness! Why didn't she kill them immediately? Did it even matter! She's a demon; she probably was just getting off on the sick thrill of having the two of them stuck in her domain!

No, no, no! He couldn't let those thoughts get in his head! He needed to focus on finding Nicto, and convincing him to leave! The last thing he wanted to do was battle with Iris, a woman who even the scientists feared as being powerful! But could they manage? If she wanted to keep them there, what was stopping her?

Well... one thing was stopping Pavan. The chateau's halls... were not the same halls he remembered walking through.

Now, look, Pavan doesn't have picture-perfect memory, but that doesn't make him forgetful! He knew hundreds of spells, had learned from some of the greatest wizards at his institution, and even knew the exact number of his (admittedly paltry) bank account! If he could remember all of that, then he could remember the halls he just walked through!

But this was different. The halls of the chateau had changed, becoming a labyrinth. They turned and twisted, heading one direction, then the other, and back again! It was a disorientating mess! Without any landmarks, Pavan couldn't tell where he was!

So he shifted his approach. Instead of making turns that only made him more lost, he instead kept running in a straight line. But even doing this made him no progress! Like the chateau was endless, he just found more wide halls, with more doors, and more suits of armor!

“No, no, no!" Pavan shouted, his face growing frantic, “Nicto! NICTOOOOOOO!"

His voice bounced off the walls of the manor, sounding like he was in an echo chamber. He couldn't even hear the storm outside anymore! He truly felt like he was in a void.

“Oh no..." he whimpered as he cradled his staff close, “What have we done...? N-Nicto...? I-Iris... hngn!?" he closed his eyes, “Why!? Why why why!? Why did we...? What did we...? N-Nicto...?"

“Mmmf! Haah! Hmmph! Ha! Nmmph! Haah! Aah!"

“Wh-what!? Nicto!?"

That panting... that was Nicto's voice!

Turning around, Pavan stared down the hall, looking into the direction he heard that voice come from. It sounded like Nicto was exerting himself! Did he hurt himself? Was Iris attacking him? He couldn't stand around and wait!

Rushing in the direction of his friend's voice, Pavan could hear it get louder and louder the closer he came. His feet brought him to a door, one that was unlike any door he had passed thus far. This was a pair of large doors, ones that were large and black, and had a purple flower resting on their surface. Trembling in place, the young wizard approached the door, and--

“Haaha! Aaah! I-Iirrrriiissss!"

“Nicto!?"

Alerted by the sound of his partner's voice, Pavan placed his hands upon the doors before him and pushed with every ounce of his meager strength. But they were so heavy that they barely moved! Harder! Harder still he pushed, causing them to silently slid open! Even after all that, he created only a tiny gap from which he could look through. Pavan leaned forward, placing his eye to the slit so that he could gaze through it. And...

On the other end of the doors was a lounge. Like the rest of the estate, it was a wide and spacious chamber, one dripping with a rich and Gothic décor. The colors were black, the ceiling arched, a red rug rested on the floor, and the black couches and chairs had soft, purple cushions resting upon them. It was all lit up by the chandelier up above which glowed such a soft amber color.

“Mmmph! Nmmph! Mmmmf!"

“Nmmph... Nmmm~ hnn~"

Such soft, plump, juicy lips. They pressed to his, again and again and again. And her arms too! They rested on his shoulders, embracing him gently, and guiding him in. This was not his first time – he's kissed before! But this? This? This was good enough to make him forget everything.

Sitting upon this couch, Nicto's lips met the lips of the dragoness beside him. Muffled moans and lurid groans slipped from the gaps of their lips, with his being so desperate. Not only did her lips feel so perfect against his, but her taste was just as euphoric. His tongue would slip into her maw, slurping up her spit, which tasted sweater than any wine, and three-times as intoxicating.

And that tongue. Ooooooh, that tongue! Iris was a dragon in every sense of the word. Not just with her horns, eyes, and tail... but with her tongue as well. It was thin and whip-like as befitting a reptile, and she had such expert control over it. When his tongue slipped into her maw, her tongue would wrap around his, giving it strokes and squeezes that no mortal woman could ever hope to perform.

Dominating this kiss in her own slow and passionate style, Iris clutched Nicto close as her plump lips pressed to his over and over again. She led the silver-haired boy on, making him quiver and shudder, and causing him to cling back. Deepening the kiss on his own he, he wanted to experience more. More... moooorrreeee...

“Nmmph~ Chu~ Aaaah... fufufufufufufu!"

Breaking the kiss, Iris gazed upon Nicto with her red eyes glowing soft. The swordsman was panting desperately as he looked back at her, his cheeks red with lust, and his expression appropriately lost. He couldn't even remember how he got here! He just remembered running into Iris at the lobby of her manor... and that's all. He was sure she guided him to this lounge – how else would they have gotten here? But outside of that?

Nothing...

Nicto's green eyes gazed up at Iris, glazed over as the randy rush of lust began to dominate his body and mind. The dragoness giggled at him, finding his face to be oh so appealing. Raising her hand, she placed it upon the silver-haired boy's cheek, and gently began dragging it along his features.

“Good boy~" she praised, her voice airy and erotic, “Just sit right here. Stay with me, okay?"

“Uh-huh... okay..." he replied in a lust-drunk manner.

Reaching down, Iris grabbed his hand by the wrist and lifted it. Nicto shuddered and watched as the dragoness brought his hand over, and placed it--

Pat...

Right atop her chest.

With her night robe on, there was so little stopping him from touching flesh directly. He could feel the warmth of her body beneath, burning like a warm, approachable furnace. It coaxed a sharp gasp from his lips, while Iris palmed her hand over top his, clutching him closer.

“Go ahead," she whispered into his pointed ear, causing him to quiver all the more, “Squeeze it. Fufufufufu... I know you want to..."

“I... hahah!"

Nicto looked down, locking his gaze upon Iris' busty breasts. Leaning over, the dragoness rested her head upon her fist, watching as the young man's hand gave her tit a tepid squeeze... and then a harder one. Her bosom was incredibly firm. Even through her night robe, he could feel his fingers push and sink into her wonderful titflesh. And yet her chest held strong against him, forcing him to squeeze upon her chest even harder.

“Haaah~ such wonderful fingers," Iris said, her red eyes glowing softly as her lips spread out more into a smile, “Keep touching me, Nicto. Keep touching me~"

Drawing his hand down to the bottom of her bosom, the silver-haired boy gave her tit yet another squeeze. Then he lifted it, feeling the full weight of her glorious bust push down into his awaiting palm. Due to her size and just how hefty her bosom was, lifting her tit was akin to lifting bricks! Soft... malleable... wonderful... bricks... ahahahah...

He let her tit rest in his hand, before yet again sinking his fingers into it. With a firmer grip than before, he began rolling her bosom around and around in sensual circles. Biting into her bottom lip, a lurid groan left Iris and her back pushed out, pushing more of her chest into his awaiting hand. Nicto's eyes swelled, and after reshuffling himself--

Pat!

“Aaah~! Fufufufufu!"

His other hand joined in on the fun.

Together, the silver-haired boy began to grope Iris' bosom, kneading her tits through the thin top of her night robes. Both of her breasts weighed so heavily on his palms, coaxing him to lift and press them together, making her tits even more pronounced. Giving another groan, the lustful dragoness let Nicto grope and knead her bosom to his hearts content. He'd squeeze them, then roll her tits around in alternating strides, before syncing up his movements so that they'd mirror one another.

Such big, glorious, busty breasts. Nnnghh...

“Ooops! Fufufufufu!"

“Aahaha!?"

Plap!

With a playful laugh, Iris fell back into her couch... and Nicto fell along with her. His head immediately landed into her chest, his nose pressed between the valley of her tits. Eyes wide, his nostrils flared, taking in the... ooooh... lovely... enthralling... beautiful scent of the woman beneath him. She smelled of flowers on a fresh, spring morning... with this heat and warmth resting beneath it.

Iris' tits cradled Nicto's head, almost making it impossible for him to pull away. He didn't want to pull away. He wanted to stay here forever. He wanted to stay with Iris forever.

But he pulled back nonetheless, his green eyes first locked on her tits... then sliding up to his face. Iris stared back at him, this soft smirk on her lips and this tender glow in her red eyes. Leaning her head over again, she rested on her knuckles, before giving him a curt nod. That movement told him everything he needed to know.

Bringing his gaze back down, Nicto again gazed upon Iris' cleavage. Their size was one thing, their shape was something else. How they curved outward and then back in the closer they came to her waist. And, aahh... what's this? Along the edge of her robe, he could see the pink of her areola just barely peak at him. It sent shivers down his spine, causing him to shudder as his hands squeezed at the sides of her tits.

“Fufufufufufu~ do you... want to see more?" asked Iris, her airy voice oozing into his ears.

“I...!" Nicto replied in a sharp manner.

Leaning upright, Iris caused the silver-haired boy to sit upon her lap. He watched as she brought up her hands, and placed them upon her own chest. With a strength far greater than his own, Iris groped her bosom before his eyes, letting him watch her pleasure herself. The way her tits wobbled, how her fingers sank, and how the top of her robe struggled to keep it all in; he just could not bring his eyes away. And on the surface of her night robe, he could see her nipples poke through them, as if taunting him.

“Right here," said Iris as she stroked her sensual fingers along the top of her chest, “Go ahead... untie my knot, Nicto. I know you want to."

With her permission, he raised his hands once more and placed them beneath Iris' bosom. Giving her one last lifting squeeze, he brought his hands down to the knot of her sash. It was so tightly tied; squeezing her waist to flaunt just how narrow it was. Placing his hands upon it, he tugged upon the knot, steadily unraveling it. A pull here... a pull there... a little bit more tugging... and...

Fwwwww...

Iris' night robe fell loose on her shoulders.

Sliding back a little bit, her robes exposed more of her clavicle and shoulders. At the front, her robes parted open, allowing him to gaze the middle of her voluptuous form. Nicto's eyes trailed down from her neck, along her cleavage, then down to the abs on her powerful stomach. Ooooh, and such glorious abs they were. Chiseled as if having been crafted by the hands of a god.

Iris' robes had fallen apart, but they still flanked her chest. And with the curvature of her tits, her robes hung on her bosom, just barely obscuring her nipples. All he'd have to do was raise his hands and tug them apart, and nothing would be hidden from view.

Mouth agape, Nicto raised his hands and placed them atop Iris' tits. Again he squeezed her bosom, drawing a shudder from his lips. Bringing up her own hands, the draogness placed her hands atop his hands, squeezing his palms over top her chest.

“Go ahead~" she whispered yet again.

Nicto nodded and brought his gaze down. Sliding his hands over towards the center of her chest, he grabbed her night robes by their seams, and then pulled them apart.

“Guhhh...!"

Iris' breasts... were unlike any breasts he had ever seen in his entire life. They were glorious... no... godlike! So large! So grand! There wasn't a cup-size large enough to fit them! They were shaped like teardrops, yet curved with this perkiness that showed such youthful vigor!

And her nipples. Ooooh, her nipples. They capped her tits, being these hard nubs with such puffy areola. And all with this darker shade that matched with her tanned skin.

Iris' godlike tits sat exposed before Nicto's wide eyes. Mouth agape, he watched as her chest expanded with every breath she took, causing her tits to wobble deliciously. A sliver of drool began hanging from the silver-haired boy's lips as he drank in the shear glory of the dragoness' tits. And the dragoness herself? Well, she leaned over on her hand, while an inviting smile spread out on her lips.

“Come closer," she cooed as her free hand curled inward, “I know where you want to go~"

“I..." Nicto said, before-- “Nmmph!"

Oooooooooooh... perfection.

Without hesitation or shame, Nicto dove his head between Iris' tits, surrounding him in her glorious tit flesh. Her titflesh was like her hand; smooth, soft, and warm to the touch. But they also were so firm! When his head met her tits, he was cradled by their lofty shape, and lovely strength. Oh, these tits! These tits were truly perfect.

“Nngghh! Haaaaahha!"

Groaning, Nicto rubbed his cheek against her tits, indulging in its feel and curvature. Every rub coaxed deep moans from his lips, while heat began rushing throughout his body. His clothing was suddenly tight and constricting on his body, making him feel sweatier than he had been before. And his pants? Oh, those slacks did a poor job of hiding just how fucking hard he was.

Standing proud along his leg was Nicto's member. Confined though it was, one could see and feel it. And Nicto himself? Oh, his member hurt! It ached him, throbbing furiously, and sending jolts of discomfort throughout his body.

But even with this pain, he could not stop himself from indulging in Iris' body. Pursing his lips, Nicto began kissing along her breasts, peppering them with his affection and lust. Then came out his tongue, which began licking and lapping at the sides of her bosom. Each kiss, each lick, drew groans from Iris' lips. Raising her hand, she placed it atop Nicto's head, ushering more of her bosom against him.

And he indulged in it. He indulged in all of it. Gripping Iris tight, he embraced the dragoness while rubbing and grinding his head against her glorious tits! And among his wild riding, one of her nipples stroked along his lips. It was a brief touch, but that's all he needed to open his mouth and--

“Nmmph!"

“Fufufufufufufu!"

With hunger and desire, Nicto latched his mouth upon Iris' plump nipple. His teeth ground hard against the sensitive nub, and his tongue began swirling around it. And then came the hard, lewd, hungry, sucking! The silver-haired boy drew on her body so desperately, pulling her flesh into his mouth as he bit, licked, and suckled from her. He sucked so hard, one would think she could actually give milk!

“Fufufufufufu~! So ravenous!" Iris said as she clutched the back of his head, “Yes, yes... do it more, Nicto. Nmmph~ suck and suck and suck and suuuuuuuuck~"

Grooving her fingers through his hair, the dragoness continued nuzzling her bosom into Nicto's awaiting mouth. Her other hand meanwhile started traveling down. He was so occupied with her tit, so enthralled with sucking on it, that he didn't notice her hand trailing along his body. It stroked down his chest, glided along his stomach, and then came down to his pelvis.

Pat!

“Hrrrnk!?"

That certainly got a reaction from him.

Pulling his lips from her spit-covered nipple, Nicto looked down. On his crotch – on his cock – was Iris' hand. She gently palmed his member, rubbing on it through the thin veil of his slacks. Back and forth, his every stroke coaxed groans from his lips, which shifted into whimpering moans as her touch grew firmer and firmer.

“What is this?" asked Iris in a teasing manner, “It would seem as if your dagger has unsheathed. Fufufufufufu! How... cute..."

“Irissssss..."

“Hm... let's deal with that properly before it hurts someone... fufufufu~"

An intense blush spread out on Nicto's face as he watched Iris' hand stroke along the outline of his cock. Even through his slacks, he could feel her touch almost directly; that's how wonderful her hand was. But then Iris pointed up, drawing his gaze towards her face. Her plump lips were curled into this perfect smile of desire and lust, while her red, reptilian eyes glowed with this sensual light. His breathing stiffened as he got lost in her gaze, focusing on it entirely as she had her way with his waist.

Nicto could hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled. This was followed by the feeling of his button being undone, and then the zipper being pulled down. With his pants now loosened around his hips, Iris slid her hand along his hip, giving it a tight squeeze. Ah, such taut, youthful flesh, and so curvy as well!

“Nngghh...! Aaahh...!"

Nicto moaned as Iris kneaded his body, then stiffened when her hand slipped beneath the waistband of his pants. Biting into his bottom lip, he attempted to look down, but he just could no bring his gaze away from Iris' face!

It was perfect...

Down, down, dooooowwwwnn, Iris pulled his pants, freeing it from his body. But she did not stop there. Her other hand began unbuttoning his shirt, loosening it from his body as well! And once those buttons came up to his collar, she pulled his shirt open fully, revealing him in all of his glory.

“Haaahh!"

The cool air of the lounge graced his sweaty body, and was enough to finally snap his gaze from Iris'. Nicto looked down as he bore himself before Iris, who giggled back. Bringing her head down, she again locked her gaze upon his, while her hand in his pants continued pulling down. Just an inch or two more and--

Fwip!

“AH!?"

“Fufufufufuufufufu!"

Freed from the confides of his pants, Nicto's cock bounced to life, flicking drizzles of precum about as it did so! It was so long, so thick, so big; far greater than it typically was! Veins too ran up and down its sides, while the helm was wide, red, and oozing with precum. Gasping, he had never seen his cock be so big! Iris on the other hand...

“So wonderful~ Fufufufufufufu! I see now it wasn't a dagger between your legs, but another sword. As expected of a guild member. They are always such a... resourceful bunch. Fufufufufu~!"

Nicto wanted to say a word, but all that came from his lips were embarrassed whimpers. Those sounds drew more giggles from Iris' lips, who leaned up close. Pursing her lips, she pressed them to his forehead, giving him a reassuring kiss... and then another kiss... and then another kiss.

She began traveling down his head, kissing from his forehead, then down to his lips. Nicto kissed back, but Iris was already moving to his cheek. Then from his cheek to his chin, where she gave him a sensual little love bite.

Nicto shuddered and moaned, but Iris continued trailing down. Pursing her lips, she kissed his neck, then licked it... then opened her mouth and sank her sharp fangs right into his flesh. It was a tight bite; not strong enough to break skin and draw blood, but certainly strong enough to leave a mark on his body. Feeling that bite caused pleasure to mix with the pain, drawing sharp and howling moan from his lips.

Iris continued down. With a lurid smile, her tongue extended from her mouth, and began licking along Nicto's flat chest. It brushed and stroked along his body, coaxing moans from his lips as he writhed upon the couch beneath him. Reaching up, she placed her hands upon his arms, pinning him down completely so that she could continue her assault unimpeded.

Her tongue stroked and licked him, tasting the salty sweat off his body. Oh, so young... so good. The more she tasted his body, the more she desired him! Iris even moved up and licked upon his nipples, sending jolts throughout Nicto's spry form. He twitched one way, bucked the other, then outright arched his back, pushing his chest against her awaiting mouth. And Iris gleefully took advantage of it.

The dragoness' serpentine tongue licked and lapped at his body, before trailing down. She licked his flat stomach, dipped her tongue into his navel, and then came down to her pelvis. Nicto's throbbing cock was bouncing against her chin, smacking his precum against her. Iris smirked, then looked up and cocked her head at him.

“AHAHAA!?"

Iris' hand wrapped around Nicto's cock, palming it close. His entire body tensed up, his muscles locking, his eyes growing wide, and he clinched his teeth. The dragoness' touch was both firm yet gentle, commanding yet soft. Her talented fingers wrapped around his cock, and her smooth palm cradled it. She stroked his dick, giving it a firm enough squeeze that he could feel the individual ridges of her palm and digits. Then she tipped up his cock, resting it along her cheek as she squeezed at the base of it, and continued jerking it off.

“Haaah! Hah! Aah! Hoooh! Haaah! I-Iriiiisss!" Nicto cried, to which the dragoness giggled.

“You have such a sweet voice, Nicto," she replied, “Nmmph~ so delicious... so vigorous... haaah~ Nmmm~" her red eyes began to glow, a pink light gleaming in the center of them, “I want to hear more of it."

Sliding down, Iris moved to her knees on the floor as she fitted herself between Nicto's legs. He quivered, his hand curling near his chin as he watched the dragoness continue palming his shaft, while her smiling lips kept him pacified. Her thumb stroked along the ridge of his cock, coming all the way to the glands, before she wrapped it around her fingers once more. This time, she tipped his cock towards her mouth. And then pursing her luscious, plump lips, she brought them forward.

Chu~

“AAH!?"

Iris kissed the head of Nicto's cock, causing it to throb. The plumpness of her lips felt so soft against his rigid dick; like having a soft blanket stroke his dick. And there wasn't just one kiss, there came more! The dragoness pressed her lips to his cock again and again and again. Each kiss was just as strong as the last, each kiss made his cock throb, and each kiss brought sharp gasps from his lips. All the while, Iris wore this lurid smile, indulging in the sight of Nicto's face as he melted with pleasure.

Her mouth opening up, Iris flaunted the dangerous rows of teeth she had within. Each one was sharper than any knife, any blade. So easily she could rip flesh to shreds. And yet, she treated his length with the utmost of care.

Tipping his cock up, she rested it along her lips, and breathed out hot, toasty air. As he melted from the pleasure, her serpentine tongue slithered out of her lips. Pushing it along his cock, she dragged it up his flesh with a loud and lewd--

Sluuuuuuurrrrp-Ah!

“Haaaahh!!?"

The salty taste of his body was twice as strong on his cock. Iris let it dance on her tongue for a few moments, before extending it once more. Much like before when they were kissing, the dragoness wrapped her whip-like tongue around glands of Nicto's penis. Applying pressure, she squeezed her tongue around his dick, forcing his breath to get hiked up in his throat.

“Iris--"

Then more of her tongue extended out. It too wrapped around his cock, running from the glands, down the shaft, and all the way to the base. Nicto's eyes doubled in size; how was this even possible? Not only could he feel every inch of her tongue as it clamped around his cock, but Iris showed no effort in doing so. Seizing his cock with her tongue, was as easy as breathing for her. And she had no qualms abusing these talents of hers.

Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke!

“Haah! Shit! Nngghh! Fuck! Aaahh! I-Iriss!"

Up and down, up and down, up and down! Again and again and again! Iris' serpentine, whip-like tongue stroked along Nicto's cock much like her hand did before! Her tongue pressed down upon his glands, ran along his veins, and tightened down on the base, both holding him hostage and pleasuring him all at once! And every stroke, every lick, sent pleasure roaring through his body!

And Nicto couldn't take it!

Reaching down, he grabbed a hold of Iris' horns, gripping them tight, while throwing his head back at the same time. A loud cry of ecstasy left Nicto's lips and bounced throughout the lounge, mixing with the lewd giggles Iris gave. But even then, the dragoness did not stop. Reaching up her hands, she placed them upon his hips and thighs, holding him down in place. Then she brought up her mouth and opened it wide. Even as he cried out, the silver-haired boy closed his mouth, watching as Iris began descending dooowwwwn.

“Shlop! Nmmmmmmm~~~"

“HAAAHAHAAAA!?!?"

Nicto's cock...

Slipped right into her mouth!

Iris pushed down, guiding his member into her maw without issue. His cock slid along her sharp teeth, which plucked against him as it pushed down. Tightening his grip on her horns, the silver-haired boy let loose a cry of ecstasy from her warbling lips. Her moist and hot mouth surrounded his cock completely, trapping him. Her tongue didn't stop however, as it continued licking along the sides of his dick, and swirling around the tip. All the while, this lewd smile remained on her lips.

“Glunk! Nmmmm~"

“Hooooh!?"

Iris started pushing down again. With her tongue wrapped around his length, she kept it perfectly angled with her throat. Deeper and deeper she delved, sliding his member straight towards the tight entrance of her esophagus, only to stop.

Hot drool oozed from the creases of her plump lips, sliding down the sides of his cock. There was so much, it was like she was tangling his cock in her spit. And when it mixed with his precum which was rapidly spread along his length, it all became gooey and sticky! But this was just the start.

Placing her hand on his cock's hilt to hold it in place, Iris slooooowwwwllllyyyy pulled her plump lips back. Her mouth traveled all the way up to the glands, where she held upon him hard. Then she pushed back down, sloooowwwwwllly. Again, her cock slid towards the entrance of her throat, only to stop.

And then she pulled back...

“Nmm~"

And then she pushed down...

“Nmmph~ Glunk!"

“Haaahah!"

And so on, and so forth.

“Nmph~! Nmm~! Mmmf~! Nnn~! Hnnmph~!"

“Hooh! Oooh! Haaah! Haah! Haaah!"

Up and down, up and down, up and down, Iris' head bobbed upon Nicto's cock at a quickened pace. Shudders traveled throughout his body as the sordid 'Slurps!' and 'Slops!' and 'Gunks!' of her mouth and throat, filled the air. It mixed with her moans and his own panting, creating this lewd symphony of music for all to hear.

But that was nothing compared to the pressure. Iris sucked on his dick with this strength, this authority that funneled around him. Every time her mouth clinched and he felt the squeeze of her sucking, a near orgasmic cry was forced from lips.

As Iris sucked on Nicto's cock, she pushed her backside out, flaunting her large, shapely, juicy butt. At the same time, she placed her hands on his thighs, again pushing open his legs so that she could have complete access to his cock. With her tongue wrapping around his member once more, she again angled it with her throat and began pushing down. But this time, she didn't stop. This time, she kept going.

“Gulp!"

“HOOOOH!!!"

Iris' tight, constricting throat, wrapped around his hot, throbbing cock; clinching around him, molding around him, feeling like a tight-fitting glove! Nicto's eyes doubled in size and his back arched, all as this roaring moan left his lips. Pleasure! Endless pleasure! It surrounded him as the lustful dragoness swallowed and clinched her throat around him.

And she did it all without an inch of discomfort.

Iris' plump lips pressed to Nicto's pelvis, kissing him as every inch of his cock laid claimed in her mouth and throat. His taste was at its most raw here, filled with the salt of sweat, and the bitterness of his precum. With another lewd swallow, she clinched harder around his throat, causing his hips to jerk up and his balls to bounce! But before he could climax and shower her throat with seed--

“Sluurrrrrrrrrrrp... POP!"

Iris pulled her lips off of his dick, flinging spit and precum about as she did so. Freed from the confides of her throat, Nicto sat there, panting for breath as he watched her hot drool ooze down his length like a sticky river. All the while, the dragoness wore a face of elation.

“You're such a vigorous young man," she whispered whilst bringing up her hand. Gently draping her fingers along his cock once again, she began idly stroking, keeping it throbbing and hard as her red eyes stared into his green ones, “But I can do so much more for you than just sucking your cock. Fufufufu~ would you like to experience it, Nicto?"

“I...! Hnngghh!"

“Go ahead, just ask for it," she said as her stroking doubled in speed, “Say 'Please, Mistress Iris, pamper me like a good boy'! Fufufufufu! Yes, that! Say that! Say it just... like... that~"

“Haa! Haa! Ooooh!"

“You want to cum, don't you? You want to spray out all of your delicious seed? Mm-hm? That's what you want to do, don't you? Fufufufufu! Then say it! Nmmph~! Prove you are willing to be a good boy, Nicto. Beg me for it."

Nicto hesitated to say it. He wanted to say it – he wanted to beg sooooo hard – but something was stopping him from doing so. For a moment, he seemed to realize that something was wrong here. It showed on his face as he looked around in confusion. He couldn't think about it before during Iris' assault, but in this brief reprieve, he knew that something was... off.

But Iris raised her hands. Placing them to the sides of her tits, the dragoness squeezed her fingers into her bust, groping herself for his viewing pleasure. And like a moth to a flame, Nicto's green eyes returned to her chest. He watched as she kneaded her bosom, mesmerized by the erotic sight of such a beautiful woman pleasuring herself. Even without her touch or his own, his cock began throbbing furiously between his legs.

Her breasts. Her glorious, godlike, heavenly breasts. Grand in size, perfect in shape, and capped with puffy nipples. Watching her knead herself, captured him under her erotic spell all over again.

“Yes..." Nicto whispered.

“Nuh-uh-uh! That's not what you're supposed to say!" said Iris as she wagged her finger, “You have to beg, remember? So..." her red eyes pulsated, “Beg..."

Nicto's chest swelled up... and he swallowed his spit.

“P-p-p-please... M-M-Mistress... I-Iris...? Hmn... p-pamper me... l-like a... a... a... good boy."

And...

It felt like a weight had been pulled off of his shoulders.

A smile spread out over Nicto's face, one that was kooky as his cheeks too turned red. Gazing upon Iris, she too was smiling, though hers was more lurid, more erotic, more... powerful. And that lurid, erotic, powerful smile started sliding closer.

“Good boy. Good boy indeed. Fufufufufufu~ and like a good boy... you get rewarded."

“Yes... rewarded..."

As Iris' words flowed into his head, the dragoness lowered down with her chest. He looked down, watching as she angled his cock with the cleavage of her tits. Oh... her big, busty, glorious, godlike tits... were descending upon his cock. Down... down... doooowwwwwwwwnnn...

Sllliiiiidddeeee...!

“HAAAAAAAHHAAA!"

Nicto's cock slid between Iris' tits, sandwiched on both sides by the full glory of her divine bust. The hefty weight of her bosom pushed upon his pelvis, coaxing a cry of ecstasy from his lips, followed by a sharp gasp. Holding tight upon the couch beneath him, he watched as his dick started poking out between the valley that was her breasts, oozing with spit, precum, and sweat alike. And Iris? Oh, the dragoness kept her hands on her bosom, while she looked up to him with her head tilted to the side, and a smile on her plump lips.

“See? Fufufufufufufu. I can be such a gracious mistress to those who obey," she said, before licking her lips, “Nmmph~! Now... I'm going to bring you to the heights of pleasure for being such a... good boy!"

Sliiiiiiiiiidee! Plap!

Keeping her hands on her breasts, Iris rose her breasts up, and then dropped them down. The friction of her titflesh running along his cock, caused it to not only jolt and shoot up precum, but also drew a sudden moan from Nicto's lips. He had heard of this before, but he never knew it would feel this great! A woman's tits were wrapped around his cock, and the way they slid up and down, made his member jump and jolt between her bosom.

“Haah! Haah! Haaah!"

Every thrust of her titfuck sent pleasure straight to his brain... and seemed to overwrite his senses. No! Fuck his senses! Why should he care! Iris – his mistress – was pleasing him sooooo much! He just wanted to indulge in this feeling for as long as he could!

Indulge in it forever...

And that desire drove him to thrust up with his hips!

THWAP! PLAP!

“Oh my~! Fufufufufufufu!"

Nicto's flat hips smacked against the bottom of Iris' tits, not only driving his cock through her cleavage, but also sending this amazing bounce through her chest. And those tits, ooooooh, they wobbled and jiggled and swayed, before finally settling down around his member several moments later. To most, it only took a few seconds. To Nicto, it was an eternity. And he didn't want that eternity to stop any time soon.

THWAP! PLAP! THWAP! PLAP! THWAP! PLAP! THWAP! PLAP! THWAP! PLAP!

“Oh dear! Fufufufufufu! How brutish of you, Nicto!"

Iris' teasing words flowed in his ears, but they did little to distract him. Nicto's eyes were focused entirely on the dragoness' bosom, watching as they hopped up and down from his wild thrusting. Every bounce, every jiggle, every sway, every everything, was etched into his mind and memories. He would never forget this, not even for a moment.

And the pleasure too? Oooooh, the pleasure! Whenever his cock shot through her tits, rumbles of euphoria shot straight through his body. The impact of her tits against his pelvis, made him cry out, and caused his cock to sputter out even more precum which stained the dragoness' tits. But Iris did not stop there, no, she was going to pamper him, remember?

So let the pampering begin!

Grabbing her tits, she began groping her chest over top his thrusting cock. Oh, and she groped herself hard. Her fingers sank into her fat, firm tits, grinding and kneading them over top his member at a relentless pace. Her tits would slide up, grind down, swivel around his cock, all with these lewd 'PLAPS!' and 'PLOPS!' and 'SLAPS!'

And Nicto felt all of it. He felt every slide, every grind, every swivel, and the sounds too all went straight to his head. Panting desperately for air and release, he watched his cock appear and vanish between her tits at a relentless pace, and felt the pleasure rapidly take hold over him. His manhood had gotten the longest it had been, the hardest it had been, the hottest it had been! And his balls too jiggled and swayed between his legs, seemingly engorged with the seed he was containing within! And that seed... that seed!

“HAAH! AAH! HOOOH! I-IIIIRRRRRIIIIISSSSSS!!!"

SQUIIIIUUIIRRRRTTT!!!

That seed was finally coming out.

Iris flinched and her eyes closed shut, while her hands pressed down on her tits around Nicto's cock. Like a split in the earth, the young man launched his pearly-white seed sky-high in robes of cum and jizz! Spunk then cascaded, sprinkling and splattering upon Iris' face and tits in this lewd glaze! But it wasn't just one, no, that one was followed by more! More cum shot out of his dick, launching upon the dragoness in lewd lines that matted down her face and features. Her tits were stained with cum, her lips, nose and cheeks too, even some cum reached up to stain her hair!

And Iris?

Throughout it all, Iris kept her mouth open in a slutty '0', catching as much cum as she could. Seed stained her lips and tongue, but she remained still, letting him unleash everything he had in his balls. Every blast, every wad, every rope, all of it! And when he finally fell back as a near exhausted heap, Iris closed her mouth.

“Nmph~"

And swallowed his cum down.

Such thick, virile, strong seed. It oozed down her throat in this sinful crawl, drawing groans of desire from her plump, cum-stained lips. Pulling her hands from her tits, she let them drop and smack about some more cum, which oozed along the curvature of her tits. And then she stood up, standing tall before Nicto who was waiting for his mind to reboot.

Raising a finger, Iris swiped some of his jizz of her tit, and stuffed it into her mouth. A lurid moan left her lips, and her tongue even swiveled around her digit, just to clean off as much seed as she could. No, she didn't want any of it to go to waist.

Not. One. Bit.

Nicto laid there on the couch, panting and groaning for air, while Iris indulged in his seed. She licked it up, even groped it into her tits, as if this was some cologne or lotion that she needed. Even her tail began swaying left and right, lifting her robes behind her to flaunt her peach-shaped butt.

Gazing up, Nicto's mind finally returned to reality, watching as the voluptuous dragoness indulged in his seed. For such a beautiful and refined woman to do something so lewd and erotic... it was unbecoming of her stature! But then he realized that... this was his reward. For being such a good boy, Iris rewarded him by indulging in his seed.

And she wasn't finished yet.

“Nicto~" Iris whispered as she looked down upon him, a luxurious smile on her plump, cum-stained lips, “Look down, Nicto~"

“I... hnn..."

Doing as he was told, the silver-haired boy looked down. And what he saw made his eyes double in size. His cock was big. Very big. Far bigger than it had been before! The tip was red, veins ran along its side, and it throbbed with enough strength to fling cum about! And... hadn't he just climaxed? Then why was his dick so big!? Shouldn't it get soft? What was going on!?

“There... much better, wouldn't you agree?" said Iris as she dropped her hands to her robes, “This is exactly what I need to please me."

“Please... y-you...?" Nicto repeated, “Haaah...!"

“Can't you see? I'm such a big woman," said Iris as she began tugging aside her robes, “And though you are so very, very cute, I need something bigger to please me. And that? Fufufufuf! Oh yes, that will do just fine."

Fwwwww...

Iris' bathrobe fell slack on her shoulders, exposing her body beneath. Before Nicto in all of her semi-nude glory, was the dragoness' voluptuous and erotic body. The curves of her figure, the greatness of her godlike chest, the width of her child-baring hips, the abs on her stomach; all of it was revealed to him. And the only article of clothing she had on, were the heels on her feet... and the golden g-string covering her womanhood.

She had cum oozing down her face and tits, and her body was almost completely naked. And yet, Iris wore this grin, one that exuded sensual power, and divine authority. Raising her hands, she placed them into her luscious lavender locks, and pumped them up, tossing them in a vivacious and erotic manner. Nicto shuddered beneath her, while the dragoness rose her thick tail up--

Thwak!

And struck it against the ground.

Nicto sprung up, as if commanded by Iris' smack. But when he got to his feet, he immediately stumbled! His legs just weren't stiff and strong, causing him to tumble forward, and land--

Smack!

Right between Iris' tits.

“Fufufufufufufu~"

The dragoness reached down and placed her hands upon Nicto's cheek. Gently clutching them with her palms, she tipped his head up so that their eyes could meet. He read the sensual face of his mistress; from the red and pink glow in her eyes, to the alluring smile that laid on her lips. It was so sweet... as sweet as the aroma that flowed off of her body... as sweet as the heat that radiated off her form.

Mirroring what she had done before, Iris stroked her thumb along Nicto's demure features. Her touch however was far more possessive than it had been before. No, she was touching him like she was marveling at an object. Like he was a diamond, and she was appraising its worth. Oh... it made him feel so hot.

“Do you want more?" asked Iris, to which Nicto nodded.

“Yes..." he whimpered back.

“You do? Fufufufufu! You want to give me all of you, right?" she asked next, to which he nodded again.

“Yes, yes..." he groaned, drawing giggles from Iris' lips.

“Then give it to me, Nicto. Give me everything."

Placing her hand on his shoulder, Iris pushed Nicto down until he was on his knees. He kept his eyes locked on her face... before bringing his gaze down towards her pelvis before him. Iris beautiful and shapely pussy was being guarded only by her thin g-string. But he could see the erotic and beautiful shape of her labia as they pushed against her underwear. So pink, so bright, so wet... snnniifffff... so sweet to the smell.

Gliding her sensual fingers down her hip, Iris slipped her thumb beneath the waistband of her panties. She then pulled it dooooown, guiding them along her shapely and curvy thighs while her hips swayed left to right. Shuddering, Nicto watched as Iris removed her g-string, exposing her divine pussy.

Her southern lips sat nestled between her legs. Shapely and mature, her labia was rather plump, yet oh so smooth. Pink as well, they glistened in the light of the chandelier above, while nectar oozed endlessly from within. Her clit too was hard and peaked out from above, throbbing and twitching. Oooooooh, and that odor was even better now as it was freed! And above it all, cut into this unique shape of a triangle with perfect sides with the center point aimed towards her pussy, was Iris' pubic hair.

Nicto sat there, utterly entranced by his mistress' sacred cunt. The dragoness meanwhile...

Whump!

Falling down, Iris reclined upon the couch, her legs spread. Gently she palmed her cunt, her fingers forming a 'v' above them. Stroking back, she caused her slick labia to part open, exposing the deep recesses of her pink cunt towards him So much nectar oozed and flowed within, drizzling like a sordid, sinful syrurpi.

“Nicto~" she cooed, her voice sending a jolt down his spine, “Right there, Nicto. Nmmph... right here. Fufufufufu...! You know what to do."

“Haaaaaahh!"

Yes. Yes he did.

Still on his knees, Nicto scooted over towards Iris. Placing his hands on her thighs, he kept her legs open, and opened his mouth wide. Then he descended down.

“Nmmph...!"

“Aaah~ yes~ that's it~"

Nicto placed his mouth upon Iris' shapely cunt, his lips molding to them almost perfectly. Was it any surprise that he's never performed oral before? Did it even matter? Not really.

Iris' taste was just as wonderful as the rest of her body. Her honey filled his mouth and danced on his tongue, drugging him almost immediately. Groaning against her, the instantly intoxicated Nicto began to audibly slurp up her nectar, drinking it, no, savoring it like it was a fine wine. His tongue slicked along her toned pussy lips, grinding up and down, while his eyes closed shut.

“That's it, Nicto. Nngghghhh~ such a good boy~" Iris moaned as she reached down, “Keep going. Haaah~"

Obeying her command, Nicto worked his tongue against Iris' folds as best he could. Mind you, this was far from easy. The dragoness' cunt was just as strong as the rest of her body, being this bastion of defense. He could only slide inside when she allowed him inside. It was an honor, not a rite. Onlyh when Iris let her pussy slip open...

“Haaaah~"

“Nmmmmmph!!!"

Did Nicto' tongue slide inside. And when it did? Oooooh, it was nothing short of ecstasy.

His tongue penetrated her folds and was quickly clamped on both sides by the deep pink of her pussy. Iris' pussy undulated, milking off his tongue with these powerful strokes, that almost made him feel like he was being pulled inside! She was hungry for him, as if trying to make his tongue climax inside of her folds. And each stroke, each squeeze, made his body rumble with desire and pleasure.

He kissed her cunt more and more, while his tongue continued squirming within her folds. It rolled around, trying desperately to make some space within her, only to give up. Again, Iris dictated the pace, Iris held the power! And she was making sure he knew this!

“Haaaah~ so hungry~" Iris remarked, “Haaah... keep working your tongue in there. Hnnngh...! Just a bit more~"

As Nicto dined on her pussy, the dragoness reached down and palmed his head. Her fingers worked through his silver locks, where she began scratching at his nails below. Her other hand stroked along her body, coming up to her chest where she gripped her tit. With one hand scratching his head, her other hand groped and kneaded her bosom, rolling it around and around and around. She even pinched, flicked, and tweaked her nipples, while more and more honey oozed straight into his awaiting mouth.

“Yes yes yes, Nicto~" Iris moaned as her body twitched and throbbed, “Nnngh~~~! I love good boys. I love obedient boys. And you're such a good, obedient boy~! Fufufufufufu~!"

Iris' words of praise drew even more groans from him. Honestly, he could probably get off on the sound of her voice alone if she so willed it! Instead, the dragoness pulled up her tail and placed it to his shoulder. Gently she began pushing him back, causing his mouth to slide off her pussy with a loud and lewd--

“Sluuuuurrrrrrrp! Guh! Haah! Aah! Haaah!"

“Fufufufufufuufufu!"

He sat there, his cheeks red and face dazed as he looked up to his mistress. Why had she pushed him away? That thought ran through his mind. And yet, the hand on the back of his head made it obvious that she wasn't through with him. So, again, why did she push him away? Why did she make him stop?

Well...

Iris other hand slipped from her tit, traced along her abs, then came down to her pussy. Hooking her fingers inward, the dragoness dipped her digits into her cunt, spreading it apart. A sharp gasp left Nicto's lips and his eyes grew wide, watching as his mistress fingered herself slowly, before pulling her fingers out.

Snap~

“Niiiiicctooooo~" she cooed, “Fufufufufufu... you know what to do."

Oh yes he did. It was what he wanted to do since the moment this all started.

Nicto looked down. Standing tall between his legs – throbbing and twitching with the randy desire of a young man – was his enlarged penis. Gazing upon it, Iris' words replayed in his mind.

I'm such a big woman... I need something bigger to please me.

Yes... yes! With this enhanced cock of his, he would please his mistress!

Grabbing his cock by the base, Nicto lowered it down until it was angled with Iris' folds. The dragoness reached down too and placed her hand on the head of his dick, not just to stroke it, but to help make sure everything was properly aligned. Together, they guided his cock in towards her pussy, and--

Touch~

“Haaah!"

The feeling alone of his cock against her folds, was enough to send shudders down Nicto's legs. But he remained firm and strong enough to--

Puuuuuuusssshhh!

And...

Ssssllliiiiiiiiiiddeeeee!

“Haaah! Aaah! Haaaaah!"

Inch by inch by sweet, glorious, divine inch, Nicto's cock slid into Iris' awaiting pussy. Her walls spread around him, accepting his girthy length. It was so wet! So slippery! So tight inside of her! But above all, it was so fucking hot! Penetrating Iris' cunt felt like having a burning tunnel wrap around his dick. And yet, this burning tunnel was so moist, so tight... yet so soft! It clinched his dick, but at the same time cradled him. He could feel her folds grind against his dick as he pushed it in all the way doooowwwnnn.

Pat!

And then his hips met her hips. After that? Well...

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

Nicto just started swinging!

He didn't give himself the chance to get used to the feeling of her cunt. Allowing lust and desire to take over him, the silver-haired boy began thrusting with his hips at a wild and desperate pace! His enhanced cock slammed into Iris' pussy, over and over again, sending powerful quakes through her body! Taunt skin quaked, her tits bounced, and even her hair fluttered up and down! All the while, she wore this alluring smile on her lips, one that never broke no matter how hard he fucked her.

“Haaah! Haaah! Haaaaah!" Nicto cried, his voice sounding like it was coming from the mouth of a beast.

“Ohohohohohoho! Look at you! You're an animal, Nicto! You're going wild in my pussy like a little monkey! Ohohohohohohohohoho!"

And how! Nicto's hips had blurred, thrusting in and out her cunt without any regards to 'style'. He had no aim, he had no grace! He just fucked her pussy as hard and as desperately as he could! Every sordid slap of flesh not only caused sweat to fly, but also made her pussy juices splatter out on their thighs! His precum too splattered and drizzled about, making a mess of their bodies, the couch, and the floor beneath them!

But Nicto didn't stop! He couldn't stop! He fucked her as hard as he could as his mind began ebbing and flowing. And when he looked up at his mistress' face, he saw that pink glow in her eyes had grown brighter! So bright that he realized that pink glow came from hearts.

Tiny... glowing... hearts...

They shined in Iris' eyes, and seemingly throbbed whenever his cock slammed into her cunt. Seeing them bounce and quake, drove Nicto to thrust into her harder, which made the hearts stronger, which made him thrust harder! It was an endless cycle, one that the silver-haired boy fed into as he thrusted, and fucked, and slammed his dick into her cunt as hard as he possibly could! His balls too churned, already desperate to unleash a load into his mistress' pussy! And, fuck, it was going to be a big one.

The biggest one.

Iris' cunt wasn't just tight, it wasn't just warm, it wasn't just constricting, but it moved with this hungry, predatory flair that no mortal woman could ever hope to equate. Squeezing, stroking, milking, suckling down his dick, and absolutely refusing to let go. And as he fucked her harder and harder, a purple light began glowing upon her stomach, right above her womb in fact.

And this light? This light. This light took the form of... a serpent-like creature extending from the middle of a flower. That symbol Right. He had seen that symbol before. He had seen it... seen it... seen it...

Huh... Nicto couldn't remember where he had seen it. He knew he had seen it before, he just didn't know where! And every time he shot his cock into Iris' pussy, he found it difficult to remember other things as well. Like... where was he at again? Chifon? No, that's not this town's name. Uh.. was it called Morfis? No... th-that's not it either.

Why? Why was it difficult to remember things? It was like his memories were being devoured.

His memories? His... mem... or... ies...

Nicto dropped his gaze down, his mouth agape as he focused on Iris' face. His mistress was a beautiful woman. Her red eyes were glowing, pink hearts sat within them, and this fang-filled grin sat on her lips. Yes, truly beautiful, and erotic. He wanted to give her everything. He couldn't remember what was beyond these walls, he couldn't even remember how he got here, but he knew one thing.

He wanted to be her good boy. He wanted to be her good, obedient little boy.

So he thrusted even harder! He slammed his dick into her body, his back arching and his hips pushing up. He pushed his cock as deep into her cunt as it could possibly go! And Iris wanted it. Iris reached down. Iris placed her hands on his hips, and curved them around his cute little but! And Iris gripped him hard!

Together, they worked in tandem to fuck his cock into her pussy as hard, fast, and deep as it could go! And as her pussy tightened around his dick with an ever increasing pace and speed, he felt his balls start to draw in close. Here it comes! The big one! With one more thrust he was going to--

“AAAHHAHAAAAAH!!!"

GLRRRRK! GLRRRNNNK! GURRRRRRKK! SGLLRRRRRTTT!!!

Oh yes. That's what he was going to do. He was going to cum. He was going to cum a lot.

Deep in Iris' snatch, Nicto detonated a bomb of jizz. Like her tits and face before, ropy blast of sperm shot out, staining her walls to turn what once was pink into white! So much cum, so hot, so virile, so thick! He shoved it into her pussy with so much force, that semen exploded out of her pussy! Shooting out around his dick, spunk drizzled down his length, staining his pelvis and hers. And as he unloaded into her cunt--

“Haaaaahhaaaaa~~~!"

Shwweeeeaaaaaan!

The bright light that was glowing on her stomach, grew even brighter! It dominated Nicto's view, while Iris' pussy twitched hard around his dick, milking it for all the gooey seed he could give her. And as he plastered her walls with the greatest volume of seed he had ever produced in his life, Iris arched her back and groaned.

Oh... amazing...

Plap!

Nicto's entire body gave out, causing him to fall right into Iris' tits. Face dazed and mouth agape, drool oozed from his lips, while his Mistress' hand fell on the back of his head. Gently she rubbed it, soothing him with her touch, while the bright light on her womb faded away.

“Good boy~" she whispered, “Gooood booooooy... fufufufufufu~"

Ah yes... this was paradise. Nicto couldn't remember much outside of these walls, but he didn't need to. He was with his mistress. This was more than good enough. This was perfect.

And then Iris straightened up.

And then Iris turned around.

And then Iris faced the door.

“No need to be shy, Pavan. Why don't you come inside?"

THUD!

“AH!?"

The doors suddenly flew open. Without them to support him anymore, Pavan found himself falling forward and rolling inside. He landed on his back, where he gazed up to the chandelier overhead. After a few moments to regain his senses, he pulled his head up.

Before him was Iris. The stood there, an alluring smile on her lips, one hand on her hip, and the other hand on Nicto's shoulder. And Nicto himself was cradling his mistress, embracing her like a child to his mother.

“N-Nicto!" Pavan shouted as he quickly got to his feet and readied his staff, “G-get away from him, Iris!"

“Oh? Why would I do that?" replied the dragoness, before she reached over to gently stroke her hand along Nicto's cheek and chin, “Fufufufu... I think it's clear to everyone in this room that Nicto wants me to be here. Look at his face. Isn't it so sweet!?"

“Paaavaaaaannn..." he groaned, sending this jolt down the wizard's spine.

“Nicto..." he whispered, before baring his fangs as he faced Iris again, “What did you do to him!?"

“Oh, don't act so naive, Pavan," Iris said as she flicked some of her hair, “You know what happened. You sat there watching all of it. Every sensual moment, every erotic sound, from the moment we were kissing, right down to the moment Nicto sprayed his filthy seed all over my body, you saw it all," she shook her head, “And you let it happen."

“I-- nngh!?"

Pavan struggled to come up with a defense. Iris was right; while he didn't mean to, he did watch as she and Nicto enjoyed their... copulation, for lack of a better word. He wanted to save his friend – that was the entire point! But when he started watching them, he just... couldn't stop. Even his own body was as hot as a pillar of fire, with sweat clinging to his form.

Pavan shook his head, throwing off these feelings. He then readied his staff, as a glowing orb of magical light formed at the tip. Holding it before Iris, he took deadly aim with the dragoness, who remained standing there with a regal smile on her lips.

“You're no dragon," Pavan growled, seething with visible rage, “You're a demon... a succubus!"

“Fufufufufufu! So right... yet so wrong," Iris replied with a shake of her head, “I am a dragon, Pavan. But I am also a succubus! And this is my citadel. Fufufufufufuufufu! The moment you two stepped foot through these doors, you were already caught."

“Sh-shut up!" he shouted, to which Iris giggled.

“Oooooh... don't be so rude, Pavan," said Iris, her sensual tone flowing through the air as her hand stroked along her hip, “What? Are you jealous? While I was here treating Nicto for being such a good boy, you felt left out as you sat there watching from afar? You do realize that's all your fault, right? You could have come in at any moment you'd like, and I would've treated you just as well!"

“What!? Why would I want that!?" he growled... though his body fidgeted, “You're a succubus... a monster! You're not a real woman! Having sex with you would be like having sex with an animal!"

Iris cocked her head. She showed no anger or annoyance with his words, but instead amusement. Even the symbol on her stomach – her succubus crest – seemed to glow in response to Pavan's words.

“Is that so?" she asked as she pointed at him, “Then... why is your cock so hard, Pavan? Did this 'animal' arouse you?"

“My... c-cock...?"

Pavan locked up. Iris was pointing at his crotch... and the furious hard on he had sticking between his legs. If he looked down, he'd only confirm to himself that dragoness' words were true. He knew that, and she knew that, and it brought a chuckle from her lips.

“Why don't you stop being so stubborn, Pavan?" said Iris as she curled her fingers towards herself, “Come here... be a good boy. Be an obedient boy. Fufufufufu! And I'll treat you with as much kindness as I treated Nicto."

“Hgghghgh!"

Pavan shivered, his once angry face being replaced with something more frightened. A purple and pink miasma began flowing off of Iris' bod. At first it was thin... but the seconds kept flowing by. And with each second, that miasma – that aura – grew stronger and stronger, thicker and thicker. It flowed throughout the chamber, and encroached upon the young wizard. He stepped backwards to avoid it, for he felt it begin to sap his abilites.

If he were to breathe in this miasma... oh... oh no! He couldn't let that befall him! For his sake and Nicto's he had to escape! So Pavan pulled back...

“Aaack!"

And he ran.

Bolting out of the lounge, he exited back into the halls he was once lost in. Was this better or worse than being trapped with Iris? Not even he knew! He just knew he needed to escape her if he could. Anywhere was better than being with her!

So he ran. He ran and ran and ran and ran and ran. A plethora of thoughts rushed through his head as he watched the halls bleed by him. Was this a good idea? Was he abandoning his friend? Could he even escape? No, no, no! He couldn't let these thoughts cloud his mind! He needed to focus on escaping!

But how does one escape a place such as this?

Arriving at a four-way crossroad, Pavan skidded to a halt. At the end of each hallway appeared to be... more hallway. Were they all infinite? No, there had to be some escape from this chateau? Maybe he could find a window and break through it? At the very least...

Click... Clack... Click... Clack...

He couldn't stand here.

When the sound of Iris' heels echoed into his ears, Pavan tensed up and turned around... where he saw nothing. A look of confusion appeared on his face... but then he turned to face the path directly in front of him. And...

“GAH!?"

Iris was there.

She stood before him, her night robe having been placed back on her body... though she hadn't bothered with tying it on her form. Her powerful and voluptuous form was exposed to him, layered in shimmering sweat, with her pussy glistening too her honey oozed down her thigh. And on her stomach was her succubus crest, still faintly glowing.

“Hello, Pavan~" said Iris in a playful manner as she tilted her head at him, “Fufufufufu! Are you still planning on running?"

“Baaahaha!?"

“Hm... I suppose so..."

Rushing down the hallway to his right, Pavan bolted away from Iris. How did she do that? She was behind him, right? Did she take some secret path in her chateau to cut him off? No... this was succubus magic! The entire estate was a maze, and he was trapped in it! But there's not one maze that cannot be solved! He just needed to figure it out!

He prayed he could figure it out.

Running and running and running; Pavan moved as fast and as far as his feet could take him! But no matter how far he ran, he still could hear Iris' footsteps. They 'Clicked!' and 'Clacked' behind him, as if she was behind the walls beside him... or just a few feet behind. But whenever he looked over his shoulder, he saw nothing. No Iris, no Nicto, no nothing!

Eeeaaarrk!

“Uh!?"

And then Pavan came to another crossroads, where his feet again skidded to a halt. Four hallways, all leading into a different direction, but none giving him an idea of where an escape could be. He looked ahead and saw nothing. He looked to his right and saw nothing. He looked to his left and--

“How long are you planning on keeping this up, Pavan? You know you cannot escape."

He saw Iris casually leaning against the wall, her arms crossed beneath her bosom, and a taunting smile on her lips.

“How did you--"

“This is my lair, remember?" Iris answered, cutting him off, “This place is directly connected to Daemonium, meaning I have complete and utter control. You can run and run and run as far as your cute little legs will take you... but it won't be enough, Pavan. You and Nicto? You are mine now! Fufufufufufuufufufufufufu!"

“No... NO!"

Dash!

Was this all pointless? A fruitless endeavor? Iris wasn't even chasing him! Pavan bolted in the opposite direction of the dragoness, but she didn't even straighten up. When he looked over his shoulder, he saw her staring back, this domineering smile on her face, and this glow in her red eyes. It made his blood turn cold.

No, there had to be some escape from this place! Some gap in her magic, some overlooked flaw in her citadel; something he could use to escape her clutches! But no matter how far he ran, nor how fast he ran, the halls seemed to loop in on themselves infinitely. The same walls, the same portraits, the same rugs, the same suits of armor, the same crossroads, the same everything!

“Gotcha!"

“ACK!?"

Iris' hands slipped under his arms, scooping Pavan up and lifting him without an ounce of effort. How had she done that? One moment he was alone in a hallway, the next moment the dragoness was behind him? How was that even possible!? And she moved so quickly too, easily lifting him like he was nothing more than a pillow.

“AH!? HAAH!? G-GET OFF OF ME!!!" Pavan shouted as he thrashed and kicked in Iris arms.

“Fufufufufu! As you wish!"

Whump! Thud!

“Aah!?"

Pulling away her arms, Iris dropped Pavan to the ground, who landed on his butt with a wince of pain. Then he scrambled forward, moving from his hands and knees and getting up to his feet. Turning around, he readied his staff and pointed it at Iris, who stood there before him with a curious smile on her face. She was still wearing those robes, still exposing her body beneath, and still had that glowing succubus crest on her stomach. And that miasma? Oh, that miasma too continued flowing from her body, choking Pavan with its thick strength despite their distance.

“How long will you keep this up?" asked Iris, “Fufufu~ I can tell you are tired. Even before you arrived at my manor, you and Nicto had been exhausted. And now look at you; running for your life..." raising her hands, she beckoned him in close s if to give him an embrace, “Come to me. Come to me and just... submit, Pavan. Won't it feel so nice?"

“NO! NEVER!!!" he shouted, “HAAAH!"

SLAM!

With a mighty thrust, Pavan planted his staff firmly in the ground and began to focus his capabilities. A subtle wind started swirling around his body, causing his shawl and poncho to start fluttering about. At the same time, the green jewel at the center of his scepter started glowing brighter and brighter.

“Oh my~!" said Iris, her face one of amusement, “You're a very capable wizard, Pavan!"

“SILENCE!!!"

FWOOOSH!

A grin on her lips, Iris watched as Pavan's magical prowess began circulating throughout his body. Not only did the wind grow stronger, but magical bolts of energy began surging through him, taking the form of green lightning! It cackled and shimmered, while the hallway around him began ebbing and flowing, distorting due to his magical prowess.

SPLAAASH! SPARKLE! SHEEEAAAAM!!!

It was difficult to stay focus. Even as he charged his attack, Iris stood perfectly still in front of him. She knew he was about to attack her, right? And yet, all she did was smile, maybe even chuckle! She made no attempts to dodge any attack he'd launch. She was going to stay right here!

It was frightening. Just how powerful was his daunting foe? Even if she was stronger than him, this attack would cause some injury... right? Yes! Yes it would! She was just underestimating him, that's all! Then so be it! He'll blast her away and use this moment of confusion to escape the manor with Nicto!

This may be his only hope.

“HAAAAAHHAAAA!!!"

ZWWWOOOOOOOSSSHH!!!

Pavan's powerful gust of magic exploded once more, making his clothes flow like he was standing in the middle of a tornado! He then took this magic, and began forcing it into a tight, compact ball. Hovering it in front of him with his rod, he took aim at Iris before him, who's sinister face was illuminated by his flashing ball of jade light.

And Iris?

“Ohohohohohohoho!"

Iris laughed.

Pavan's magical capabilities were impressive! He had learned under some of the most briliant minds of his academy! Whether it be simple magic tricks to full on wizard spells, there was not one aspect of magic he was unaware of! Even these labyrinthine walls shuddered at his showing of magical might!

And yet, Iris laughed at him. And it was such a boisterous, confident, belittling laugh at that! Filled with the vigor of a regal woman, it flowed through the corridor, causing Pavan to tense up. A cold sweat broke down his brow, and his resolve shook... but he shook his head and pushed through his fears.

“VAAAANNNIIISSSSHH!!!"

THWWWOOOOOOOOOOOSSSHHH!!!

From his scepter... no... from his scepter and his entire body, Pavan launched an incredible beam of magic and wind! It roared towards Iris, uprooting the stone and rugs of the floor in its path of destruction. With its size and speed, the attack was unavoidable... but the dragoness didn't even try to move. When the light of Pavan's strike appeared on her face, it illuminated the grin she wore on her lips.

“FUAAAAH!!!"

THOOOOOSSSHH!!!

Mouth splitting open, Iris gave a mighty shout, one that caused Pavan's blast of magic to instantly explode! Magic and wind were tossed in every direction by the impact, the force of which even knocking Pavan in the air! He tumbled about, gasping in fear and confusion, but before he could land on the hard ground...

Pat!

He landed right in Iris' awaiting arms.

Pavan looked up, eyes wide and mouth agape. It all happened so fast! He blew himself away and – somehow – he landed into the dragoness arms! She was just over there; how did that happen!? And now, he was gazing up towards her face where he bore witness to the boisterous grin on her lips.

“Fufufufufu! Not half bad!" Iris remarked... before her grin turned devilish, “But far from good enough."

“How did you--? GAHHA!?"

Again, Pavan thrashed about, shaking himself free from Iris' grasp... though it's not like the dragoness was trying to hold him. No, she allowed him to drop, and watched as he scooted backwards until he met the wall behind him. Clutching his staff close, the young wizard shuddered in place, gazing up at Iris with a face of horror while she sauntered close.

“Are you done yet?" asked the demoness as she bent over, her glorious breasts swaying just out of reach, “Because I can keep this up all night long, Pavan. You on the other hand..."

“I... I don't... I don't--" Pavan rambled back.

His head turned to the right. All he saw were endless halls. His head turned to the left. All he saw were endless halls. No matter where he ran for as long as he ran, he'd never escape this manor. Even the once thunderous sounds of the storm outside, were as distance as another land.

Gripping his staff tight, Pavan clutched it close; his one beacon of safety in this confusing labyrinth. There was nowhere he could run, was there? And fighting Iris had already proven itself a fruitless endeavor. She held all the power in here, and there was nothing he could do to stop her. It was enough to make his eyes closed and chest puff up. Gritting his teeth, the orange-haired boy attempted to fight off his fear... but it was impossible. Dread had gripped him, and when it did...

“No...! I... nnhaaah!"

Tears began sliding down Pavan's face.

He tried fighting them off, tried remaining brave... but he was too smart to ignore what was happening. This was his and Nicto's doom. There was no escape unless Iris willed it, and she was a demon. She would not let them go. He knew that. He understood that. And this realization made it so hard to fight back the tears.

Slither...

“Aawwwww... don't cry," said Iris, her tone this odd mixture of mockery and genuine kindness, “There's nothing to be mournful over."

Her tail began rubbing his cheek, her touch soothing and kind. Gently, the dragoness guided his gaze upward, forcing him to look into her burning red eyes. They burned like hellfire, and their reptilian slits exuded danger. Peering into her eyes was like peering into the very gates of Hell.

“Iris, please, just let us go," Pavan begged, his hands clinging to her thick tail, “We're just guild hunters... we... we don't mean you any harm. We're so sorry for coming here in the first place!"

“Aaahh... you poor, poor boy..." said Iris, her tail continuing to stroke along his cheek and chin in a comforting manner, “Don't you understand? It doesn't matter if you're sorry or not. It doesn't matter if you're just guild hunters. Nothing... fufufufu... nothing outside of these walls matter anymore."

“But we don't... we don't deserve this..."

“So...? And...? Fufufufufu... you poor, sweet boy..."

Under Iris' guidance, Pavan was pulled up onto his feet. He quickly stumbled forward, his head landing right into her chest. Perching his chin upon them, he brought his teary green eyes up to look upon her face, watching as she tilted her head and gave him a beaming smile.

“You mortals," said Iris, “You're always in pursuit of knowledge. And that pursuit will irrevocably lead you to unleashing horrors you cannot control, let alone understand. Fufufufufu... such as... me! Ohohohohohohohoho!"

So that's it, huh? Due to the actions of scientist who were long since dead, he and Nicto had to pay the price? It would have been piteous if it wasn't so pointless. If they were to vanish, who would even care? They were just newbie members of a guild anyway; plenty of them die, go missing, or just simply quit within the first year or so of work. And with he and Nicto leaving on a stormy night to an area known for its mysterious downfall, their disappearance wouldn't be too shocking... or too saddening. They'd just be written off as poor, unfortunate souls, and life would continue on with no one being any wiser.

Nor would they really care...

“Ngnghh!?" Pavan's chest swelled up, and more tears streamed down his face.

“No, no, no!" said Iris, “Don't cry, Pavan! Don't cry!" drawing up her hand, she palmed his cheek, and stroked his face with her thumb, “Was Nicto crying? Noooooo... Nicto wasn't crying. Fufufufu... so you shouldn't cry either."

“What... what do you want from us...?" Pavan groaned.

Iris didn't answer. Instead her beaming smile shifted into a knowing smirk. Then her hand came over, where she placed it upon his shoulder. Gently, the dragoness stroked her hand up and down his back, before going down towards his butt. She palmed it, feeling its cute curvature through his shorts. Then her hands hooked in and--

Clinch!

“Ah~!?"

“Fufufufufu! Such a sweet noise, Pavan," Iris remarked as she drew him in closer, “I quite like the sound of your voice!"

“N-no! Let go of me! I--" RRRRRIIIPP!!! TEEEAAARRR!!! “AAAH!?"

Pavan fell back. But instead of running into the wall behind him, he fell over into a... bed? It was big and circular and shape, with red and gold sheets, and a black curtain hanging from its frame overhead. Eyes wide, the young wizard looked around, confused. How did he get here?

He couldn't think about it for too long.

Gazing up, his eyes fell on Iris who climbed upon the bed, joining him. Her head was turned up, her eyes looking down, and this lascivious smile was on her lips. Grabbing her bathrobe by the collar, she tugged it open, revealing her erotic, powerful, voluptuous form. He had seen it before, but that was through a thin gap in the door, and she was in the distance. Now she was up close, allowing him to see the brawny yet erotic shape of her arms, the firm yet curvy shape of her waistline, the powerful and wide size of her hips, and of course, her godlike breasts.

She sat up on her knees before Pavan, who wilted as his cheeks turned red. He was so entranced by her powerful and erotic body, that he hadn't yet realized that he was naked. That ripping and tearing before? That was Iris rending his clothes to shreds. That meant...

Fwip!

“Fufufufufufufu!"

His cock was freed.

Staring down between his legs, Pavan came face to face with his own penis. For a boy his size, it had a respectable length! It stood proud despite the dripping fear he felt, with a red head, veins running down its sides, precum oozing from the tip, and throbbing with this youthful vitality. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, but Iris adored it!

“Fufufufufufu! Such a lovely penis," she remarked, causing him to blush with embarrassment and drop his hands, “Fufufufu! Look at it throb! It's like it's saying... 'Suck me! Suck me! Suck me!' Fufufufufufu! Is that what you want, Pavan? You want this monster – this animal – to suck your penis?"

“N-no!? No!" he shouted, “I-I don't!"

Iris cocked her head, and her expression turned lewd. That smile on her lips? Ooooh... she made it known she was not taking 'no' for an answer.

Smat! Pat!

“Ah!?"

Iris' hands fell on Pavan's chest, pinning him to the mattress. It was a hold both strong yet gentle. Strong enough to crush bones if need be, but gentle enough to cause him no pain. She was just holding him down; escape was not possible.

Pavan grabbed her wrists, but again, Iris would not budge. He had no choice but to watch as her head slowly began descending doooowwwwwn. 'Nos' and whimpers left the orange-haired boy's lips... but there was nothing he could do! He had no choice but to watch as Iris brought her head down towards his crotch, pursed her lips, and--

Chu~

“Ohh~!?"

Kissed his dick.

Is this what Nicto fell before? These soft yet firm plump lips, pressing to the head of his sensitive dick? It immediately sapped the strength from Pavan's body, causing him to melt as his grip on her wrists grew weak. He groaned, arched his back too, but this was just the beginning.

Opening her mouth wide, Iris breathed a gust of hot air upon Pavan's cock. It was just air, but his cock was so sensitive, that the warm flow sent shudders throughout his body. He even closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, trying to relieve some of the tension, but failing to do so. More and more hot breaths fell upon his cock, and then the dragoness' tongue slithered out.

Slluurrrrrrrrrp-Aah!

“AAHHAA~~~!?"

Thin and whip-like, that serpentine tongue stroked upon Pavan's dick with this lewd slide. It traveled down the central ridge, running from the base all the way to the glands, before giving him a parting strike! Mouth agape and eyes wide, the young wizard gasped as this unique sensation ran through his body.

Is this what sex feels like? No... this was just the taste!

A smile on her lips, Iris tongue began swiveling and swirling around Pavan's cock. With expert precision, she treated him with the same dedication she treated Nicto. Her tongue traveled along the highway that was his veins, pressing them in, and causing his taunt dick skin to roll ever so slightly.

Such a thick cock. With how hot it was and how it throbbed, it felt like it was made of molten steel! But... it could always be a little bit bigger. That's okay; that moment will come when the time was right! For now...

Iris traveled up to the tip of Pavan's dick, where she swirled her tongue around and around and around his head. Each stroke caused his body to twitch and jolt in random directions. But he could never move too far, not with her hands on his chest to keep him pinned. All he could do was watch as Iris licked his dick, tasted the salt and precum on it... and then opened her mouth.

Extending her tongue once more, the lustful dragoness coiled it around his member, seizing it just like she had done to Nicto before. A howling moan left Pavan's lips as he felt her tendril-like muscle squeeze hard around his dick, then stroked it back and forth in a milking manner. Again, he just wanted to jump up out of the bed, but Iris' grasp was too firm! She pinned him down even harder than before, making escape absolutely impossible... before bringing her fingers over to flick his nipples.

“Aaayiieeee~~~! I-Iiirrriiisssss~!?" he squealed, much to her amusement.

The stroking, the licking, the slurping! It made his hips thrust up! And when he did--

Shlip~!

“Oh~!?"

He felt Iris' plump lips once again. But this time? This time...

This time, Iris pursed her lips. Again she kissed the head of his dick... but then she began pushing down. Eyes wide and mouth agape, Pavan watched silently as the demon pushed his cock into her mouth. Her plump yet firm lips created this tight entrance, one that squeezed around his dick as she pushed it inside. And do know, she pushed it inside sloooowwwwwlllyyyyy. Oh, he felt all of it! He felt every aspect of her lips as his cock slid inside; inch by inch by inch! The tightness, the warmth, and then came the teeth, and the spit! It all cradled his dick! And with her tongue still wrapped around him, escape was impossible.

Is this what a woman's mouth feels like? No, not a woman's... a demon's.

“Shluck! Nmmmphh~~~"

Iris pushed her lips down Pavan's cock, swallowing it whole. Unlike with Nicto, there as no build up. Why bother? He already saw what she was capable of! Lewd suckling noises echoed out as she began bobbing her head up and down on his length, all with these flawless movements. One moment, he'd feel her teeth pluck at his glands. The next moment he'd feel her tight throat constricting around him, all in a slow, flawless movement. Slurping, suckling, swallowing; it all echoed through the gaps of her lips. And Pavan himself?

“Hoooh~! Oooh~! Aaah~! Haaah~!"

Eyes wide, Pavan howled to the bedroom around him as Iris dined on his dick. Spit froth from his mouth, his body jerked, and his hands left her wrists. Instead they reached down, where – a rush of lust and confusion – he grabbed a hold of her horns! But it wasn't to push her off, no. Much like Nicto before, he gripped hard on her horns, bracing himself against her!

“Nmm~ Sluk! Nnmmph~! Slurrrp! Nmmmph~~~!"

“Haaah~! Aah~! Haaah~ My diiiiicckk ~~~! S-stop eating my diiiiccckk~~~!"

Nope!

Iris' fellatio doubled in speed, and her hands left his chest. Reaching down, she wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, holding it firm. The other hand wrapped around his waist, where she clutched upon his cute, supple ass. It was a two-pronged assault! Her mouth sucking his cock, while her hand groped his ass, kneading it into her powerful palms.

“By the godssss ~~~!" Pavan cried, “Please! Iris! Let go of mee-" Liiiiffft! “EEEE~~~!?"

Flaunting her superior strength, Iris sat upright... and lifted Pavan as she did so. One moment he was on the bed, the next moment he was resting on her shoulders with his cock stuffed down her throat! He gasped in shock and looked around, before staring down to the top of the dragoness' purple head. Not only did she suck his dick with great ease, but she held him up just as easily! What was she!?

Oh... right... a dragon and a succubus...

Pavan couldn't see it, but his dick formed a bulge on her neck, flaunting just how big and how deep it was! But there was no strain on Iris' end! With reptilian elasticity, she could easily contain his member, yet still feel as tight as a glove!

And then she started moving again.

“Nm! Mm~! Hnn~! Mmph~! Mmf~! Mm~! Nm~!"

“HAAHAHA~! AAHH~! AHHNN ~~~! HAAAH~~~! AAHH~~!"

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, Iris bobbed her head on Pavan's turgid cock with an incredible speed. She was deepthroating him again and again, but showed no effort in doing so! It was a straight shot, with everything working in perfect tandem with one another. Every slurp, every swallow, had the orange-haired boy's mind flowing further and further away from his brain. All he could feel was pleasure.

“No! NOOOO!!!" Pavan cried as he felt the telltale rising in his dick and balls, “Stop it! Stoooooppp iiiiiitttt! I don't wanna ~~~! I don't wannaaaa~~~ cuuummm ~~~! Please~! Iiirrriiisss~~~! Haaha ~~~Haaahah~~~! Aahahahaaaaannn ~~~! HAHAAAAAHHAAAA~~~!"

GLRRRRK! SPLRRRRKKK! GLRRRRKK! GLRRRRGGGGKKK!!!

He tried. Let it be known that he did try. But he failed. Ooooooooh, did he fail.

Pavan's cock erupted in Iris' mouth and throat, filling them both with his seed. His hot, spicy cum coated her throat, which slowly oozed down in a most sinful crawl. It was thick. Incredibly thick. Nicto's was thick too, but not to this degree. Clearly, the wizard did not masturbate at night, at least, not often. It created this truly delicious flow, one that drew muffled groans from Iris' lips.

And Pavan?

As his orgasm rocked his body, he felt nothing but euphoria. Pleasure rushed from his penis and throughout his form, as if what pumped through his veins wasn't blood, but sugar. Sweet, delicious, wonderful, sugar. It flowed and flowed much like his cum, while this shrinking cry of delirious pleasure left his lips.

He enjoyed it. To his shame, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed the feeling of Iris' mouth around his cock. He enjoyed the feeling of her tongue seizing him too. He enjoyed her passionate and strong fellatio that was more powerful than any vacuum. And, of course, he enjoyed his climax... which was still going on.

Iris was swallowing down his cum. Oh, no, she didn't just swallow it. She wrapped her tongue around the base of his cock, and squuuuueeeeeezzzeeed it hard. Drawing out his orgasm as long as he could, she forced him to fire spurt after spurt of thick spunk, all into her greedy mouth and throat. Its salty bitter taste, its youthful energy, its heavy size; oh yes, this was a young boy's semen.

And it was glorious.

“Nmmmpphhh ~~~Slurrrrrrrrrrpp~~~ POP! Aaahh~"

“Hoooooh~~~!?"

Iris pulled her lips off of Pavan's cock. With her no longer sucking or holding him up, the orange-haired boy fell back and landed on the mattress beneath him. He gasped and groaned for air, while his green eyes slowly looked down... and doubled in size. Well, that's not the only thing doubling in size.

Like Nicto before him, Pavan's cock had groan in length. No longer was it a respectable size for a young man, but instead something... bigger. Much bigger. It stood well over ten inches long, and had an appropriate girth to match! The head was thicker and wider, the veins were longer and more pronounced, and his balls too had grown a few diameters in size!

Pavan stared at his enhanced cock, fidgetting in place as a look of disbelief sat on his face. Iris meanwhile, reached up with her hand, and gently draped her fingers around his member. Not only was it bigger, but it was so damn sensitive! The slightest of touch had him crooning and wincing, while Iris smiled. His jizz was oozing from her lips, only to be slurped up with her tongue as she swallowed all his cum down.

“Aaaah~ Fufufufufu... you know what they say, right, Pavan?" asked Iris as she idly stroked his cock, “A boy easily falls in love with the first person that makes them ejaculate! Fufufufufufufufu!"

Pavan had no reaction. He could only lay there, panting for breath while Iris slowly encroached upon him. Reaching down, the alluring demon stroked her hands along his thigh and hips sensually, while her red eyes stared upon his face. Now that he was up close, he got to witness the same phenomena Nicto did. Pink hearts appeared in Iris' eyes, throbbing and growing bright. Her succubus crest did likewise. It sent shivers down his spine as his blood turned cold.

“You're not like Nicto," said Iris, “Fufufufufufu... you're very... defiant. I'm shocked! From sight alone, Nicto comes off as the abrasive one. You however? You're so kind, and sweet... and so damn cute! Fufufufufufufu! But that defiance... oh no no no! That has to go! So you know what I'm gonna do?" her hand traveled up towards his head, where she gently stroked his cheek and brushed her thumb along his lips, “I'm gonna fuck that defiance right out of you."

“No... p-please..." Pavan whimpered, his rebelliousness rising up... though it was far weaker than it had been before, “I... I just... I..."

“Shhhhhh! Shshshshshsh," she said, shushing him like a mother would to a crying child, “It's gonna be okay, Pavan. Soon, you'll begging me to keep going."

Her gentle touch belied her true intentions. Iris was going to rape him. There was no arguing against it, no denying it, no saying otherwise. And yet, as her sweet hands kneaded his hips and thighs, he felt his cock throb with desire and need. So big and thick, this penis had been honed specifically to please her and her alone. And now she was going to make good on it.

Iris placed her hands upon his thighs... and then gripped him tight! Eyes wide, Pavan watched as his legs were forced upwards, his feet dangling in the air. His back arched from the position he was placed in, but that didn't stop Iris from pushing! Up and up more his legs were forced, until his body was in a 'C'! And his cock? Through it all, it remained as hard and long as it could possibly be!

Bringing over her dexterous tail, Iris wrapped it around Pavan's cock and gave it a tender squeeze. His toes curled and a sharp wince left his lips as his cock was still sensitive following its enhancement! But Iris indulged in the sensual torture she put him through, and began dragging her tail up and down his cock.

Oooooh, so soft! So smooth! So tender! Iris' tail was thicker than Pavan's arm, and longer than his entire body! And yet it cradled his cock so perfectly, flaunting the dragon-succubus' erotic skill. But she wasn't just stroking his cock off for the fun of it, no... she was tipping it up towards...

Her pussy.

Still holding up his legs, Iris aligned his cock with her cunt which hovered just overhead. He could feel the incredible heat flow from her folds, as honey oozed down upon him in thin yet strong strands. Each touch on his sensitive dick made his body twitch and throb, even forced gasps and moans from his lips. The dragoness would giggle... then grip his ankles tight.

Touch~!

“AAAH~!?"

Iris' pussy touched against the head of his dick, where he felt the firm yet smooth lips of her labia! It was just a touch, but it was still enough to make him cry out, a sound that made Iris giggle.

Was this really happening? His first time was really going to be with a demon? Iris was tall, strong, beautiful, and erotic, but that didn't make her any less of a demon! A monster! And now this monster was going to take his first time as her own.

A smile of shear dominating power spread out on Iris' lips... and then she began pushing down.

Slllllliiiiiiiiiidddeeeeeeee!!!

“NO! NOOO-HOOOOHH ~~~! AAAHHHAAAHAAA~~~!"

Such a humiliating position.

His legs forced up and feet dangling in the air, Iris took Pavan's first time in the amazon position! The thick and empowered cock of the orange-haired boy slid straight into the dragoness' pussy, spreading out her walls with every girthy inch!

Never! Never ever ever! Never had he felt such a powerful sensation before! Iris' pussy clinched around his cock tight, somehow being both firm in its grasp, yet soft inside. Like her throat before, he could feel every individual ridge as her cunt molded around his member whilst drawing him inside deeper and deeper and deeeepeeeeeerr.

Pat!

And then it stopped.

Iris' pelvis met Pavan's, the two kissing one another as his enhanced cock was buried as deep into her pussy as it could go. Even amid his moans and groans of horror and pleasure, he had enough wherewithal to gaze forward. It was such a strange sight to see his cock – his bigger, thicker, burlier cock – inside of Iris' pussy. How it widened around him to take in his gifted girth, and how her nectar oozed down its sides.

Was this what sex was like? Was it truly this amazing? The tightness and warmth, made Iris' pussy feel so perfect! And then came the moving. It started squeezing around his shaft, clamping upon, undulating with the same grace of a snake swallowing its meal! And it was all to milk off his cock, stroking him off as if desperate – hungry – for the substance deep in his balls.

And this was all as Iris just sat there. Well... it was time to move...

Slllllliiiiiidddeeeee~

“Hoooooh~~~"

Iris drew her hips up, guiding her pussy along Pavan's cock. Looking down, he watched his dick glow in the light of the bedroom as her honey had given it a bright sheen. What followed was a shiver, as the warmth of her pussy was replaced by the coldness of the air around them. Oh, it was discomforting! He wanted to feel her wrap around him again!

Wait... what? N-no! Not--

THWAP!

“HOOOHOHAAAAHAA~~~!"

Iris pushed down, thrusting the entirety of his cock back into her folds. The weight of her voluptuous body fell down on him, pounding Pavan into the bed, and sending an erotic bounce through her body. Her tits bounced and hair did likewise, while this grin spread out on her lips.

“So cute~" Iris whispered as she sllliiiiiiiiiiiiiiid her body up on his body, and then--

THWAP!

It back down...

“GAAHHAHAAA~~~!"

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

Again and again and again, Iris pounded Pavan into the bed, sending jolts, no, quakes through his body. With every downward thrust of her superior body, he felt is mind ebb and flow. It was sinking into the depths of... somewhere. He wasn't sure where! All he could feel was pleasure! Mind melting pleasure!

“AH~! HAH~! AAH~! AH! AH! AH! AAAHH~~~!"

“Look at you!" Iris said as she continued fucking him into the bed, “You're being fucked by a demon! I have to say, that's really awesome! Fufufufufufufu! How many other boys your age get to say they lost their virginity to a succubus! It's amazing, right?"

“NO! NO NO! AAHHAAHAHA~~~!"

“Nmmph~ your cock's so big~! It's widening me out so... peeeerrfectlyyy~~~"

“NO! STOP! PLEASE! STOP IT! AAHHAA~~~"

He tried to deny her words, but his body had long since betrayed him! Reaching back, Pavan gripped the blankets besides his head, trying – and failing – to relieve the intense tension he was feeling. Every time Iris' cunt fell down around his dick, he felt his mind fade more and more and more into the distance.

“What happened to all that bravado?" asked Iris as she continued to 'THWAP! THWAP THWAP' him into the bed, “I thought I was an animal! But look! Ohohohohohoho! This 'animal' is having sex with you! And you love it!"

“NO! I... GHAAAAHHAA~~~!"

THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP!!!

“AAAAHAHAAAAAA ~~~~!?"

Iris increased the pace and speed of her fucking. Every slam down was like taking a hammer straight to Pavan's brain. More! MORE! His mind was fading MORE! He gritted his teeth and tried to stave off pleasure, but he just couldn't do it! Iris was winning!

“NOO! I-I CAAANNN'TTTT!!!"

“Fufufufufufu! You are a stubborn one," said Iris, his cock throbbing so lustfully in her snatch, “Just give up, Pavan. Relent. Don't you feel this pleasure? Nnngghh~ let it overwhelm you. It feels amazing, doesn't it?"

Yes, yes it did!

Never in his entire life did he think pleasure this amazing could exist! Every thrust down of Iris' body, was a glorious sight he never wanted to look away from! Her voluptuous and amazonian body, her bouncing tits and hair, her glowing red and pink eyes, even the sweat which flew off of her form, all of it attracted his eyes!

He could feel it! He could feel it! Rising up from his balls and through his shaft, his cum was about to fly out! With one more thrust, Iris was going to--

Slip!

“GAAHA~!?"

Pull right off...

Released from her hold and her pussy, Pavan flopped on the bed beneath him, his enhanced cock bouncing all the while. A rush of confusion overwhelmed him, followed by babbling nonsense. Looking up, his eyes met Iris', who grinned and cocked her head at him.

“What...? Why...? Huh...?" Pavan said amid panting, making the dragoness giggle.

“You really are cute," she remarked, confusing him further.

“Mistress Iris...?"

“GAH!?"

Pavan's eyes grew wide; they were no longer alone.

Staring at Iris, he watched as the shadow of a certain someone appeared. That person walked closer and closer, revealing to be--

“NICTO!?"

Scrambling, Pavan quickly pulled the blankets of the bed over himself, using them to cover his enhanced manhood. The same could not be said for Nicto. The silver-haired boy had this lost, dazed expression on his face, and had no qualms being completely naked, nor exposing his own empowered cock. He just walked up, first looking at Pavan... and then looking over to his mistress.

Coming to her side, Nicto wrapped his arms around her waist, embracing the dragoness as he climbed upon the bed. He then pushed his head into the side of her busty bosom, and stroked his hand along her sides and stomach where he smiled against her. The feeling of her body against his was perfect; he never wanted to be free of this feeling.

Never...

“Nicto...?" said Pavan.

“Mistress Iris..." the silver-haired boy whispered, ignoring his... former ally, “I... I want to be pampered some more."

“Oh? Fufufufufu! You want to be pampered?" replied Iris, facing him as she began stroking his cheek and chin, “Oh my~! Such a greedy boy you are. Already asking to be pampered. Fufufufufu! Okay then. Stand up! Nice and tall!"

Seemingly ignoring Pavan, Iris turned around to face Nicto directly. As ordered, the silver-haired boy stood before his mistress, who laid down before him. His enhanced cock stood long and hard, truly like a pillar – a tower – of flesh and musk! Moving in close, Iris rested it along her nose and lips, groaning against it as it cast a shadow upon her face.

“So big~" she remarked, “Haaah~ all for me~"

Extending her serpentine tongue, Iris wrapped it around Nicto's cock, seizing control over it. Even with his enhanced size and length, the dragoness had no qualms coiling her tongue around his dick; from the glands at the top, all the way to the base at the bottom! Like before, she began stroking his cock off with her tongue, flaunting her impossible skill, and making Nicto shudder. Quakes traveled from his thighs throughout his body, making him quiver. And then came the panting and moaning as Iris started stroking his cock's weakspots. There were plenty he knew about, and plenty more he didn't know of. All were mercilessly toyed with by the dragoness' erotic skill.

But this only lasted for a couple of seconds before she lifted his cock up... and opened her mouth.

“Shluck! Nmmmphhh~"

“HOOOH!!!"

Unlike Pavan, there was no fear with Nicto. When his mistress' mouth wrapped around his cock, a wide and lurid smile spread out on his lips. Slowly he pushed his cock into Iris' mouth, burying it down until her lips pressed to his pelvis. Despite the fact that it was far, far larger now than it had ever been before, the dragoness easily handled his cock. She didn't hack, she didn't wheeze, she didn't choke! She just swallowed him down, taking him into her throat without issue.

“Haaah! Oooh! Hnnggh!"

Reaching down, Nicto grabbed a hold of Iris' horns, holding them tight. The pleasure she gave him in her 'pampering' was too strong to deny! He allowed it to overwhelm him, to control him! And when he did, he began pulling his hips back and--

Smack! Pat! Thip! Thlap! Slap!

“HAAAH! AAAHH! HAANNNGG!!!"

Before Pavan's wide eyes, he watched as Nicto fucked Iris' mouth. His enhanced cock thrusted in and out of her throat, pounding the fat head of his dome against every ridge of her tight and constricting esophagus. Every thrust sent spit and precum flying, while Iris' throat bulged from the outline of his dick!

Howling with pleasure, Nicto's back arched, allowing him to push his cock even deeper! And not once – not once! – did Iris wince with displeasure, or choke from a lack of oxygen! She took his cock in – pound for pound, inch by inch – and didn't stop her sucking all the while. If anything, Nicto really needed to fight to pull his cock out of her pussy! That's how constricting her grip and throat was!

Biting into his bottom lip, Pavan shifted himself up, causing the blankets he used to cover himself to slide away. His enhanced cock quickly bounced to freedom, standing tall between his legs as musk oozed from the tip and musk wafted off of it. Placing his hands on his shaft, he stroked it once, twice, thrice, before bringing his blue eyes over.

Ass. He came face to face with Iris' ass. It was raised up and swaying left and right, flaunting its wide size and peach shape. With her purple tail raised up too, both her pink pussy and anus were exposed. His chest heaved up and down as he watched Iris' cunt twitch with a lewd desire. Even her anus puckered, as if awaiting him.

Yes, she was waiting for him.

Looking back down at his cock, Pavan could remember the feeling of her pussy wrapping around him. The heat, the tightness, the strong grip, the soft folds; all of it bounced around in his head, making his dick twitch and jump. It wasn't just a pussy, nor was it just a demon's pussy. No, Iris had a perfect pussy. Who cares if before her he was a virgin!? He knew that – no matter what – he'd always long for the pleasure that only she could give him.

No... he wasn't... actually doing this, right? No no! He was stronger than this! He was better than this! Then why was he getting onto his knees? Why was he scooting forward? Why was he reaching out for Iris' ass?

Pat...

“Nmm~?"

Why did he lay his hands on Iris' hands?

Giving a curious, the dragoness felt Pavan touch her ass. No, not just touch; he explored her ass. His hands traveled along the curvature of her butt, marveling at its shape and size. Fuck... he had never seen a butt this big before! He thought Odette – the local milkmaid – had a huge posterior, but this was even bigger than hers! And it was so firm too! Like her tits, when he pushed his hands into her plump ass, he felt felt it bend, but only slightly. Like every aspect of her voluptuous form, Iris had strength caked into every fiber of her being!

“By the gods..." Pavan whispered, his mouth hanging as a sliver of drool hung from his lips.

He brought his hands to the middle, then hooked his thumbs into her cheeks. With all his strength he pulled them apart, giving him a better view of her pink pussy and puckering asshole. Seeing both caused his cock to throb and bounce upright, where it smacked against her thigh.

Amid every touch, squeeze and grope, Iris never stopped sucking Nicto's cock, and Nicto never stopped thrusting it into her throat! If anything, her fellatio grew in strength and possessiveness. Pursing her lips around his member, they dragged against his cock on every retreat, and squeezed tight on every thrust in. It caused her body to bounce back against Pavan, again making his desires to balloon.

She was defenseless like this, wasn't she? No, that's not true. Even in his lust-addled mind, he knew that wasn't true. The position Iris took with her legs spread and ass raised, was an invitation. She was presenting herself to him,, offering her pussy up. That realization caused Pavan to look down at his cock and grab it.

Just push it in. That's all he had to do. Just push it in. That's all he had to do.

That's all he had to do, and pleasure would be his!

He was defeated, right? He was trapped, right? So running away wouldn't do anything. Hell, even if he summoned a magical spell, he knew it wouldn't do anything! He had no choice but to just... give in, right? RIGHT!? Yes, that's right. If he just gave in – if he just an obedient boy, he'd be given as much pleasure as Nicto. Just listen to his moans--

“AAH! OOOH! M-MISTREESSS!!!"

They were amazing! And that pleasure could be Pavan's if he just... obeyed.

“Slurrp! Slrrp! Slrrrrk!"

As Iris' fellatio grew, the dragoness reached down between her legs. Placing her fingers upon her cunt, she spread her folds apart for Pavan's viewing pleasure, allowing him to see the tight tunnel of her vaginal walls. There was nothing but heat, pink, and nectar, all of which oozed out of her folds and down her thighs. She even dipped her fingers and pushed them into herself, before letting it slid out with a lewd and loud-

Shlop!

“Haahahhaaa~~~!"

Pavan shuddered... and then pushed forward with his hips. Pressing the thick head of his cock against her pussy, he felt his heart sink. This was it; his last chance. He could stop now and maybe – maybe – he could escape. At the very least, he'd retain some modicum of mortal decency.

But what did that even mean anyway? What does it mean to keep one's 'mortal decency'? He was already trapped; there was no escape. And Nicto clearly didn't care for any of that. Pavan wanted it too! Pavan wanted to be pampered too! Pavan wanted Iris' favor too!

Pavan wanted it! He wanted it, wanted it, wanted it! He wanted it so fucking bad! He wanted it so fucking bad! He wanted it! He wanted it! He! Wanted! IT!

THWAP!

“NMMMPH~~~!"

“HOOOOOOHH~~~"

And he got it.

In a moment of lust-driven desire and primal need, Pavan thrusted his cock right into Iris' snatch! He didn't just penetrate the dragon-succubus, he outright impaled her on his cock with how long and how strong he was! His cock pushed in deeeeeeeeeep, delving all the way to her core in one solid shot!

His hips met her ass, sandwiched as he leaned against her. For a few moments following his howling moan, the orange-haired boy sat there and panted for air. Iris' tight, soft, strong pussy, molded around his dick much like before when she was riding him. Then came the suckling. Undulating and squeezing around him, Iris milked off his dick for the seed in his balls. Every stroke, every clamp, every clinch, sent jolts rumbling throughout him. Pavan's once tense and abrasive face had faded.

He was melting. Iris was making him melt.

WHAP! THWAP! PLAP! PAT! SMACK!

With a vigor surprising for a boy his size and stature, Pavan began thrusting his cock in and out of Iris' pussy at incredible speeds! His flat hips smacked against Iris' ass with so much force, that it rumbled throughout her body and straight to her lips. This made her push down on Nicto's dick, swallowing it even deeper than before! But of course, he was fucking her mouth as well! With strong hip movements, the silver-haired boy slammed his cock in her mouth and throat, which caused her body to push down on Pavan's dick!

It was endless! Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, the two fucked Iris in both her pussy and mouth! With a pendulum sway, her tits bounced up and down, left to right, smacking against her chest as she endured the relentless assault of these two amorous boys!

Collapsing upon Iris' back, Pavan's hands wrapped around her waist, clinging tight as he continued pounding into her pussy with relentless aggression. The 'THWAPS!', 'WHAPS!', and 'PATS!' of his dick in her pussy, all mixed with the 'SLURPS!', 'PLAPS!', and 'THLAPS!' of Nicto's cock in her mouth. It was this loud, lewd orchestra of melding bodies, slapping flesh, and howling moans! And it all reached its zenith... here.

“AAAHHAAA~~~!?"

“OOOOHHH!"

“NMMPHH ~~~~!"

SPLORT! SPLURRRT! SPLRRRRRK!!!

GLRRRK! GLORRRK! GRRRRRKGGH!!!

SQUUUUURRRRRRRRRIIIITTTT!!!

CUM! EXPLOSIVE CUM! Cum exploded in her mouth, filling it from her lips down to her throat, and everything in between! It rushed, it surged, it was hot, it was heavy, and it was so damn good!

But let's not forget the cum in her pussy! It was just as randy, just as intense, just as thick as the cum in her mouth! But there was something slightly better about it. Why? Because this? This? This was the cum of a virgin!

Thick sperm filled both Iris' mouth and her cunt, leaving all that once was pink to be completely white. But it wasn't just a little, nor were the first explosions the only one. They were so much force that seed flew out from her pussy and mouth, flooding Pavan's hips and thighs and Nicto's likewise! Their cum mixed with her spit and pussy juices to trickle and fall down on the bed beneath them, funking up the once opulent red blankets!

And Iris herself? Oh... from Iris' pussy she shot a geyser of feminine cum. It squirted on Pavan, staining his dick and balls with this incredibly hot, incredibly thick, and incredibly wonderful climax!

It was all synonymous. It was all hot. It was all loud. It was all wet. It was all lewd. It was all perfect.

And it was over.

Shlop! Shlorp!

Whump! Thud!

In unison, both Nicto and Pavan pulled from Iris' mouth and pussy respectably, where they fell upon the bed as nothing more than pounds of flesh. The dragoness remained upright though, their seed oozing from her lips and spent pussy in these slow, lewd crawls. While they laid there, gasping and panting for breath, she sat upright and closed her mouth.

Iris' tongue swathed around Nicto's spunk, while her other hand reached her pussy. Delving her fingers into her cunt, she pushed Pavan's seed even deeper, before groaning. On her stomach, her succubus crest glowed brighter and brighter, while rumbles of pleasure traveled throughout her form.

And then...

“Gulp! Gulp! Gllp!"

She swallowed.

“Aahhh~ Fufufufufufufu..."

Rubbing her womb, Iris looked down upon both Nicto and Pavan. Their minds were awash with pleasure, incapable of returning to reality after such earth-shaking orgasms. It brought a smile to Iris' face, who chuckled, giggled... then took in a deep, deep breath.

Iris' miasma had returned. It flowed off her body, this dark purple aura mixed with a bright pink. Shimmering and wavering off her form, the dragoness groaned with a randy desire as she raised her hands and placed them into her hair.

“You boys... you're so wonderful... so... obedient... fufufufufu~"

Weakly, they looked up at her, watching as she posed so powerfully, so erotically for their unflinching eyes. She even tossed up her hair a few times, before chuckling and shaking her head.

“Oh... tired...?" she asked.

“Miiistressss," Nicto groaned.

“I... haaah... Iriiiisss~" Pavan moaned.

“Fufufufufufu... no... not yet..." she shook her head and wagged her finger, before moving in closer, “The night's far... far from over..." her eyes flashed pink, “So... let's enjoy ourselves."

Iris raised her tail, and--

THUD!

With a single strike to the bed, the curtains hanging overhead fell over them, obscuring them.

…

There's a mansion that sits in the heart of Trinton, a mansion whose existence has become synonymous with death. Decades ago, the town was a bustling little metropolis. But that all changed one horrible, horrible night.

Scientists from a distant land had come to Trinton, bringing with them knowledge and technology in exchange for a safe and quiet place to practice and research. No one knew what they were studying within their estate, but the people of Trinton were kind enough to give them the space they deserved. And for a time, all was well...

And the the monsters appeared.

They were swift. They were ruthless. They were numerous. And in only one night, they were suddenly gone. The once wonderful town of Trinton was reduced to nothing but a skeleton in a matter of hours, with those fortunate enough to survive the cataclysm too horrified and too scared to speak.

However...

That was decades ago; close to a century in fact. Most who were aware of the situation, have long since passed on, with their knowledge being reduced to nothing more than rumor and hearsay. No one in today's age knows exactly why Trinton is abandoned. They know of monsters... and that's about it. To most, Trinton is just another abandoned town among many abandoned towns. Too pointless and insignificant to remember.

But...

There's a mansion that sits in the heart of Trinton, a mansion whose existence has become synonymous with death. Like the other buildings of the forgotten town, it's crumbling and derelict. They say it was the home to the scientist that performed arcane research in Trinton, though no one is for sure.

However, there have been reports of the mansion being maintained and ornate... as if it's being lived in. Travelers have mentioned noticing lights in its windows, and seeing a figure walk past it. Mere rumor, right? Just stories told by those with vibrant imaginations... right?

Right?

Perhaps... perhaps not.

Occasionally, those beguiled by the rumors may courageously seek out this mansion. Perhaps others are sent to investigate it for payment by guilds. Or maybe someone is just looking for safety from a terrible storm. Regardless of the why, one thing is for certain.

Even today, they would come.