The Chimera Summoner – Ch 9 – (Part 3/3)

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We continued to take downward tunnels whenever possible. They wound and intersected and switched directions and doubled back on themselves. We made a game of cursing whatever psychopath had carved them.

“It’s like wooo! What if, while I’m going up and left for a long fucking time, why don’t I just end my fucking tunnel!” Jabbered Jennie. She took a lot of the turns in our game. “And where’s the last chance to go somewhere else?? Wayyyyyy the fuck back in the vagina looking tunnel, next to the square one. Amazing design. Truly. Masterpiece of fuck waddery.”

I held my sides. Jennie had kept me giggling for minutes on end now. She was nuts. For sure. But she was growing on me faster than I liked.

“And here we are back at vagina tunnel. I hate that I just said that so much. Should’ve known. Vagina is always the answer. Hate that even more. Ooop here’s some more rat– fucking OW!!”

A pack of giant rats rushed out of the tunnel that did in fact look just a little like a vagina. If you stood way back and closed your eyes and imagined a vagina.

The lead rat had gotten a good bite of Jennie. Her armor seemed to be holding alright but being leather, it wasn’t doing much to stop the jaws from crushing her arm.

I snapped into action, spattering a chuck of a rat’s side with a [Tempest strike]. It released her and screeched, retreating.

But there were a lot more.

I gave up on concealing my Familiar and summoned Lucy. We needed all the help we could get. I had no interest in ending up as rat food cause I didn’t want people to see my sexy familiar.

As Lucy formed, Jennie vanished, with a curse at the rat who’d bit her.

Her arm seemed incapacitated for the moment at least. But she dutifully reappeared, slashing viciously at the rat inching up behind me. It went down screaming to her one handed flurry of attacks.

“You really do pick romantic places to summon me.” Remarked Lucy, wryly, as she cracked her knuckles.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” I yelped, Tempest striking and using the wind burst to keep another rat away from me. It retreated with only a bruised nose.

I needed more practice with my new skill, and I kicked myself for not taking it sooner.

“I’m collecting a lot of these promises.” Said Lucy. “Don’t think I’m not keeping track. I think I’ll cash in the one about filling each of my—“

“What the fuuuck?!” Interrupted Jennie, reappearing in a swirl of white mist.

“Who’s THIS?” Purred Lucy, openly giving Jennie an approving up and down.

“Whhhhhhhhhat the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu—“ said Jennie.

“Jennie! LUCY! RATS!” I barked.

“Fine, but we are talking about this later.” Grumbled Jennie, reactivating whatever skill let her vanish for brief spurts of time.

“Yes, daddy!” Lucy said to me, rather loudly, dashing to obey my call to fight.

I made a mental note to discipline her, when I got time. Then speculated that might be what she was after.

The rats, put off their bite-y game by the sudden appearance of Lucy, were quickly dispatched.

Lucy made all the difference. With her speed to kite the rats around, keeping them occupied and off of me and Jennie, she simply took up too much space in the fight to ignore. The fight swiftly went from pretty close, to a landslide. I almost felt sorry for the brutes as I blew one up with a huge Tempest strike.

I couldn’t get over how satisfying the skill was to land. Something about that deep booming whump really sat well with me.

Once all the rats were dead, their bodies dissolving in black smoke, Lucy sauntered up and wrapped her arms possessively around my neck and waited expectantly.

Blushing furiously, I nevertheless dutifully gave her the kisses she had so thoroughly earned.

“Have I been a good girl for you, Daddy?” She asked, with a smug look.

“What is with you calling me that again, all the sudden?” I asked, though it was certainly working on me. I’d always liked it when girls called me that. When Lucy did? Set my brain on fire and buried the ashes in a shrine to my lost dignity.

“Don’t you like it when I call you… Daaaaaadddy?” She moaned it breathily into my ear.

I stiffened. I actually had to hold her closer, covering my pulsing, throbbing, instant erection with her plump hips. She wiggled delightedly when she felt it.

“Whaaaaaaaat the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-“ started Jennie, staring with saucer eyes that looked like they had taken the opportunity to colonize her whole face. “--uuuuuuk?!”

“Jennie! Meet my charming Familiar, Lucy.” I cut her off, spinning Lucy to face Jennie. “As aforementioned: she is not a lizard, lion, or snake.”

“I’m a bunny rabbit.” Purred Lucy, seductively, leaning back into me, her long rabbit ears flopping adorably.

“Lucyyyy.” I pleaded. “I love you, but PLEASE can you…!”

I trailed off. Lucy’s whole demeanor had shifted radically. She was practically vibrating in place.

“You what me?” She whispered.

She seemed unable to turn back around to face me.

I blushed so hard I thought I might pass out. Whyyyy was this happening in front of the only person I knew at my new school?!

“You can take it back if you want.” Whispered Lucy. Looking slightly fragile but putting on the bravest face. She was poised like a racehorse deciding whether to bolt. “If you’re not ready it’s ok. I’ll wait. I wasn’t expecting it so soon. I don’t mind. Take it back. Go ahead.”

I sighed and rotated her again to face me.

She stared in my eyes with her own dappled brown ones the subtle tints of green brought out by the glowstone light above.

I pressed my nose into hers.

She waited.

“I love you.” I whispered.

She yelped a little in her throat and then went silent.

“I love you. But that’s a conversation we need to have in private when I’m not trying to not be expelled before the first class.” I said.

“I love you too.” She squeaked.

I looked up and she was beaming, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“I knew I loved you when you called. And when you gave me my name for free. And when you stayed behind to let those old people get away.”

“It was the kids who got away, mostly.” I muttered.

“That’s what I said.” Nodded Lucy, earnestly. “I loved you when you pumped my pussy full of my very first offering. I loved you when you felt so much when you lost your Wally. I love you all the time. Do you really love me? Don’t lie. DON'T lie.”

I shook my head.

“You can feel it. Look at our bond. I don’t think it’s actually possible for us to lie. Not if we are paying attention. Feel the bond. You tell me.”

I exposed my innermost feeling to the bond. Unfiltered. Unguarded. As true as I could be to myself, I could be to her.

She smiled her little lopsided grin and blushed and shook her head like she couldn’t believe it.

Then bounced away from me, hopping around the room with gleeful little hops and skips.

“You love me.” She chirped over and over. She yelped and laughed and let out whoops of joy.

She flung herself into my arms, wrapping her long legs tightly around me.

I glanced guiltily at Jennie, who I knew would be judging us to death, or maybe gone, or maybe both.

Jennie stood with tears rolling down her cheeks as well.

She was startled when I met her gaze. She pointed at Lucy, in my arms.

“Kiss her, you monster?! Why the fuck are you looking at me for?!” She yelled.

I laughed, and turned and caught Lucy in a deep, lingering kiss. We took our time, kissing again and again, each trying to get closer to the other. As ever, Lucy started getting riled up, and her kisses became more lewd, her moaning more obviously sexual, as she endeavored to grind her pussy against my straining cock.

“You guys are gross freaks.” Said Jennie, with a loud, snotty sniff.