35. Riverside Amusements

You nod, and Mercy lets out a defeated sigh, but doesn't look away as Amanda smiles. Her wet robes are discarded with maximum efficiency, the whole ensemble sliding down her slick body in one piece.

The body underneath glistens in the sunlight, droplets of water still clinging to her skin. Her hair hangs heavy along her back. Mercy's eyes follow her curves as much as yours do. Amanda blushes under both of your gazes, but remains standing proud as she approaches you.

“Is it OK if Pet stays away for now?” she asks you, whispering into your ears. You're a little disappointed, but Pet is fun because of how into it Amanda is, and you don't want to spoil that, so you nod. Amanda rewards you with a dazzling smile and then whisper again.

“That doesn't mean I don't want you to breed me like a bitch,” she shudders at the words, and for a second you think she's going to lose control and Pet is going to come out anyway, but she continues after taking a moment to collect herself. “But I really want you to fuck me as me first. It's my... I've never been with someone properly before.”

You nod in understanding, but when Amanda turns from you and kneels down on her hands and knees so she can stare up at Mercy, you frown a little in worry. You're at least 90% sure that it wasn't healthy for humans to act like this. Not that you're complaining, mind. But you don't want to do something that will come back to hurt her, and no human should be this willing to fuck monsters.

However, the view of Amanda wiggling her ass at you, firm ass balanced on toned legs blocking your view of everything except her wet slit and asshole, does wonders for your conundrum.

So sue you. You're still a hormonal male with a willing female desperate to be fucked right in front of you.

You approach her, your claws dragging through the soft leaf litter that coats the earth. The scent of her fills your nostrils. This is far from the first time you've smelt her – she's been near constantly wet for the past few days thanks to your toy after all. It's almost familiar to you, distinct from others. You're sure that, even blind, you would be able to tell the scent of Amanda from Sapphire, from Feathers. Hers is distinctly human, tangy.

She shudders as your long tongue flickers against her clit, before dragging up, parting her folds a little. Your cock swells as you do. You keep at your oral ministrations for now though, pushing your tongue inside of Amanda's cunt. Her whole body twitches as it's touched in a way that, frankly, human vaginas were not designed to be touched. Your tongue wriggles, pushing itself deeper in wave after wave, your jaw widening as you advance to avoid marking her pale skin with your fangs.

You withdraw with a suddenness that makes Amanda jerk. You look up to see Mercy gazing at you. Her skin is rippling like a muted aurora, flowing from pink and black to green and white and back again as you watch. When she sees your stare she flinches, staring instead at Amanda even as she struggles to keep her balance.

Seeing the demon's gaze, Amanda wiggles her but at you again, and you oblige. You're careful, mindful your scales are much rougher than human skin, as you mount her. She purrs under you, then gathers herself again, resisting the urge to fall into Pet. Her skin is wonderfully soft against you.

Your cock, already hard, pokes against her, and again. This isn't the easiest position for you to aim in. Before it becomes an issue however, Amanda shifts and her hand comes up to guide you, rubbing against your shaft till you produce enough pre-cum for her to lubricate you, and then using her hand like an extension of her pussy. As you press forwards, her fingers fall away one by one until you finally slide into her properly.

You only penetrate a few inches, cautious of causing pain. You know enough about biology (Although where from you're not sure; you file it in a growing mental stockpile of evidence that at least one of the gods has a drake fetish) to know that there shouldn't be anything to tear in anyone remotely active, even in a virgin like Amanda. Even so, you don't want to hurt her. Your cock has grown with every level you've gained and now you're pretty sure it's large enough to cause pain if you just jam it in willy-nilly.

Amanda lets out a long whine as you penetrate her, and when you stop she takes a few deep breaths. Her pussy is soft. Softer than Feather's, although not by a huge amount, and your memory of your time with Mercy is foggy at best. It hugs your length with the distinct feeling of satisfaction sex brings. You doubt fucking her will ever overtake the raw power and control you feel when forcing your cock down her throat, but it's pleasant in it's own way.

After several seconds of deep breathing, Amanda shifts and you take it as the signal to continue. You pull out slightly, then push forward till you're nearly three quarters in. Another pause, shorter this time you repeat the motion. Amanda lets out a long hiss as you bottom out, your hips pressing against hers.

“Are you alright?”

The hissing stops. Her voice is a little shaky as she responds. “Yes, yes I'm fine. It's just... different. But - but good! It's, um, it's good.”

You give her another handful of seconds to adjust to the sensation before you pull halfway out – slowly, agonizingly slowly – and then push in again.

You hear breath hitch, and are about to ask Amanda if she's OK when you realise the noise did not come from beneath you. You look up to Mercy again. Her countenance is definitely shifting more towards the red now, her horns twisting into spikes more than relaxing back into the natural tiara. Her eyes are glowing as she gazes at you, pure want writ large on her face. It's not a sexual look, and you shudder at the possessiveness you see.

When you look back, she's mostly pale green again, and looks to be blinking back tears. Given you're still balls deep in Amanda and, at this point, thrusting hard and fast enough that her arms have given out and her face is rubbing on the earth, the whole situation has taken on a slightly surreal tint.

As you slam into her, Amanda is mewling like a cat. Every dozen thrusts or so she changes back to moans, but you can tell she's struggling to avoid slipping into Pet. Soon after you realize this, she starts talking, attempting to stay in a more human mind.

“Oh god yeah, fuck me, fill me up. Your cock is so fucking hot, fuck, it's like you're on fire. It feels so fuu-uucking good. Yeah, fucking pound me into the dirt like a little... biiiiiiitch”

You smile. It certainly seems like Pet has a trigger word, and she abandons all pretence and starts whimpering and mewing under your, shuddering as you force her to the earth. She pulls herself up to her elbows so that her tits swing freely under her with each thrust, and you get an idea.

You stretch forward without breaking rhythm and then snap your jaws around her neck from behind. Not hard enough to break the skin, but still firmly enough that she would struggle to escape. Her back arches as soon as your fangs make contact, and her pussy starts contracting and squeezing your cock, almost as if it's reluctant to let you escape. The mewling morphs into one, unending moan, broken only slightly by her involuntary gasps each time your hips slam into hers. You can see Pet's mouth hang open as her entire body begins to quiver.

Her legs give out as she cums, and you can feel your own orgasm fast approaching. You pull out of her, making her gasp, and flip her over. As soon as she sees your cock, red and glistening with her juices, throbbing with imminent cum, Pet leaps for it, mouth agape. You snap your jaws in her hair, stopping her short with a quick whine of pain and disappointment before you cum.

Your tip is a scant few inches from her mouth, but even so it jerks massively as you fire the first hot rope of cum into the air. Pet moans as you shudder again, and you shift your hi0s to aim a little lower. Her moans turn into coughs as you fire jizz into her open mouth. You empty your balls over her face before you release her hair, pulling back to admire your handiwork.

Pet is coated in cum. Viscous white fluid drips from her brow, plastering one eye shut. The other looks at you with awe. Her nose and both cheeks are liberally painted, and even as you watch she opens her mouth and a long string of cum drips from her coated tongue. Even the tops of her breasts haven't been spared, and her hard nipples are connected by a drooping lucky shot.

You watch as Pet is replaced by Amanda, although you're amused to see the awe doesn't fade. In fact, it gets a voice.

“That was... a lot of cum. And really hot.”

You grin at her. “I do like marking you as mine.”

She shivers, even as her eyes light up. “Yes sir.”

Both of you look up at Mercy, whose eyes are closed. Her face is half turned away too, but her skin has settled down to a light green, tarnished only by a more natural flush across her elegant cheeks. Her hands were still bound above her head, although the vines relax as you watch, allowing her feet to flatten against the ground. Within a few seconds, Mercy was released enough to wriggle her wrists free. Only then did she open her eyes. She looks at Amanda first.

“Are you satisfied with my punishment?”

Amanda rubs the back of her neck and then nods. “So long as you remember I'm Red's, not yours. Whatever you work out between each other is nothing to do with me, but I'm not for sale, nor for use.” She pauses, and her eyes flick over Mercy's nude body. Her blush returns and she amends “Not for use without my permission.”

She then walks to the bank of the river and begins to clean the residue of your passion from her body.

You look up at Mercy. “Will there be more problems?”

She wilts. “No. I don't think so. But it's probably best if... When we get to your lair, if I slept away from everyone. Especially you. And... I'll go out, to feed. That should be enough.”

You nod. “And you still wont say what the issue is?”

She shakes her head. “No. You will probably figure it out at some point, but just trust me when I say if I know that you know, things get harder for me and, by extension, you. Just leave it. Please.”

“Very well,” you reply, nonplussed, but as soon as Amanda rejoins the pair of you, you fill your water-skins, drink deep of the river, and move on.