Chapter 2 - On Recruiting Harems: Episode 2


                           On Recruiting Harems
                                by Volpone

                                                  Episode Two

          Sometime the next morning, the sun was up and Quinn became aware of a third presence in the
bedroom.
          Hovering a couple of feet over the bed and looking down at them with a pleasant smile was
Reina, whom he had met very briefly the day before. She was a pretty-bordering-on-gorgeous female
with all the normal bits one expected on a woman except for golden eyes, vertical pupils, red-purple
hair, pointed ears, shortish goat-like horns, breasts which were very comparable to Prima's, wings and a
tail. She was, as might be deduced from her description, a succubus. She was also the king's wife, and
one of the women Quinn hoped to recruit.
          “Good morning, Your Majesty,” he said to her politely with a smile. He did not, however, get
up or disturb his bed companion. “How may I help you?”
          She didn't take exception to his lack of proper etiquette because she only observed the silly
customs of mortals when it suited her.
          Addressing herself to Prima, she said, “Time to wake up, sleepyhead. Ryuto said the lord of
some place is arriving with his people and he'd like you to help greet them.”
          Unhurriedly and un-selfconsciously, Quinn's lover of the night before stretched and rose slowly.
She leaned over and gave him a long, tender but very expressive kiss before she got off the bed and
began gathering her clothes.
          He stayed in bed, resting on one elbow as he watched her go about her business with a smile.
          Neither of them spoke because neither felt the need. They both knew what had happened the night
before. Enough had happened that she had agreed to go with him when he left here. Matters between
them were settled, though other matters between them were neither finished nor at an end.
          Reina continued to hover over the bed, watching Quinn and Prima by turns, and they in turn
ignored her and her seeming lack of manners.
          As the door closed behind the lady who had shared so much pleasure with him (she gave him a
parting wink and blown kiss), Quinn sighed and laid back, his hands behind his head as he looked up at
the sultry succubus still floating above him.
          “And now... what can I do for Your Majesty?” he inquired pleasantly.
          “You had fun last night,” she stated. “So did she. I'm a succubus, and I can tell. I felt you all
the way in the other part of the palace.” She smiled and dimpled, seeming to think this explained
everything.
          “And...?” he prompted.
          “My turn,” she said simply.
          He looked amused.
          “You're not going to put me through some test?”
          “This is the test.”
          “Ah! Of course. How silly of me.”
          She floated down until she settled onto the bed with her breasts around him, ready to begin
paizuri.
          He chided her and held up an index finger.
          “Not yet, Your Majesty.”
          She pressed her breasts around his rapidly growing member and began moving.
          “I'm Reina.”
          “All right... Not yet, Reina.”
          “But this is what all men want.”
          “Yes,” he agreed, “but not yet.”
          She stopped and looked uncomprehending. This wasn't how men usually behaved. Most of
them when they said no, they didn't mean it.
          Quinn did.
          “Why not?”
          “We need be sure we understand each other.”
          Reina wasn't stupid. She simply operated on a different set of rules than humans. Talking
before sex was weird for humans. Talking before sex was weird for succubi.
          “No sex before we talk?”
          “No sex before we talk,” he agreed.
          “Okay.” She floated back and assumed a cross-legged position on the bed a couple of feet from
him. Her tail flicked around front of her. She picked it up and idly began licking around the tip while
looking at Quinn suggestively. Just because she said agreed to “no sex before we talk” didn't mean she
didn't intend to make it easy for him.
          Fortunately, Quinn had experience at dealing both with females who were more than human and
females who had stronger than human libidos. He'd resisted temptation before. Besides, he knew it
was only temporary. The chances of his leaving this room without Reina fucking him for all he was
worth were nil barring some disaster such as the roof falling in or the drapes catching fire, and even
those might not stop her. It was simply who she was.
          “Do you know why I'm here?” he asked her in preface.
          “Ryuto said you wanted women to go with you.” She stopped licking her tail a moment and
looked at him very seriously. “You need women that badly?” She didn't imagine Quinn would have
that kind of trouble getting women.
          “No. You're correct. I don't need women that badly. I have women. More women than King
Ryuto.”
          “Then why do you need more?” She again started playing with her tail, only now she was
sucking on the tip in blatant imitation of fellatio. Quinn had to admit she really was excellent at
vamping a reluctant mate, but that shouldn't be surprising considering her nature.
          He had to pick and choose his words more carefully than with a human because he knew her
“map” was different.
          “I travel many, many places. Most of them are on other worlds. Like you... you're from
someplace you can't just walk to from here. Right?”
          She nodded, growing more focused on his words, her faux-fellatio becoming less suggestive
and more perfunctory.
          “Well, there are thousands of worlds I travel to. And wherever I go, I try to fix things. Not
everything. People fixing little things themselves is what helps people grow. I fix try to the things that
can go horribly wrong and hurt the lives of lots of people all at once.”
          “You're fixing something by taking women from here?” That didn't make a lot of sense to her.
          “No, but I'm helping fix things on another world by taking special women from here to there.
The place I'm talking about is a young world. There is still lots of unused land, and some of the
kingdoms there want to rule everywhere on their world, and make people do just what they tell them.
They basically want to make most people slaves.”
          “That's silly,” she told him. “Who needs that many slaves?”
          He nodded and went on.
          “I don't think anyone should be a slave. I think people should do things because they want to,
not because they'll be whipped or killed if they don't, or their family and loved ones hurt or killed.
People are not things. They shouldn't be bought and sold.”
          “And taking women to this new world will stop that?”
          “Only if the women are the right kind. We need women who can live on this young world and
be happy, and help the world become a better place. We need women who are strong, and sexy, and
good.
          “We need women like you.”
          Reina stopped sucking her tail. Her eyes went flat... emotionless. As impossible as it seemed,
at that moment, Reina was not the least bit sexy. At that moment, Reina was ashamed of herself.
          “I'm not good.”
          Quinn leaned forward and touched her cheek.
          “You're wrong.”
          “No,” she insisted. “I'm not good. I'm wicked. I'm a succubus. I can't be good. So you don't
want me. That's why we don't make love.” She had made a connection that her “map” allowed her to
understand.
          He took her face in both hands and looked into her eyes.
          “You are wrong, because you are good, and I do want you.”
          Quinn had only done this a couple of times before because he thought of it as a kind of
“cheating”. He used his Talent to open the connections between two minds and simply let the person
feel what he felt. The reason he thought of it as cheating was because others couldn't do it. Normal
people had to slog through all the trouble of trying to convince someone, searching for the right thing
to say.
          In this case, it seemed the correct choice.
          Her eyes came back to life, and she looked at Quinn as if she were truly seeing him for the very
first time.
          She launched herself into his arms, her lips plastered to his as she kissed him joyfully. He
chuckled at her sudden turn-around, and tried to show her what kissing was supposed to be like.
          They were still mentally connected when Quinn felt the succubus within Reina flare up. He'd
felt women's sexual desire often, but seldom anything like this. Her libido was almost a force of
nature. Her desire was overwhelming...
          He suddenly stopped the kiss, and she stopped as suddenly as she had begun, wondering what
had happened.
          He looked at her seriously and said, “Nobody dies during sex any more... okay?”
          Her smile returned, lighting her face.
          “Of course,” she agreed, and then she was kissing him with as much passion as before.
          She had her first orgasm about twenty seconds later, and Quinn didn't even need to use his
Talent.
          As soon as her passion had peaked and she had stopped shaking, she broke the kiss and said to
him with a happy smile, “You are fun!”
          “I'm glad you think so,” he replied truthfully. “So are you.”
          Instead of returning to kissing, Reina went on to activities she was more familiar with... namely
paizuri.
          Quinn had to admit, being a succubus seemed to have its advantages. She took more pleasure
from breast-sex than any woman he knew.
          Lending her a helping hand, Quinn took her by her pronounced nipples and squeezed, pulling
her breasts together around his stiff tool.
          She gave a loud whimper, and then she was coming once again, this time milk squirting from
her as well. (Quinn wasn't surprised... from what he'd seen, every woman in this particular hentai
continuum was a spontaneous lactater. It made for a messy but fun continuum.)
          “I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Please cum with me!” she pleaded sincerely, then returned her
mouth to doing what it did best, namely sucking cock.
          “My pleasure,” he told her, and the next thing she knew, his cum filled her mouth and squirted
around the seal of her lips. She gulped desperately, trying to capture every bit, loving this part of sex
so much...
          And when she felt the burst of sexual energy from him, she couldn't help but enjoy herself even
more. She squealed loudly without letting him out of her mouth, and more milk jetted from her perfect
breasts, this time being joined by ejaculate from her naturally smooth vagina.
          In that moment, Quinn realized that they were two halves of the same formula... positive
feedback generators... projective empaths who took pleasure in their partner's pleasure and reflected it
back to them.
          It was a hellacious orgasm for both of them.
          As she sucked the very last vestige of semen from him, she stared into his eyes as she
swallowed with such obvious pleasure, as if she had never in her life tasted anything so sublime, which
for her was absolutely true.
          She sucked extra hard as she pulled her head back, creating a distinct popping sound as his cock
left the vacuum of her salacious lips.
          Why do they all do that? he wondered.  It wasn't anything that bothered him in the slightest, but it 
seemed to him that women who loved giving head had a habit of treating the head of his cock like
a champagne cork.
          Then she stopped smiling and a look of suspicion came over her. She sat up abruptly and
crawled up right on top of him, her hands going into his hair as she examined his scalp closely. After
several seconds, she pushed him over on his side and started running her hands down his back, paying
close attention to the area inside his shoulders and the base of his spine. She let him turn over onto his
back and he looked at her with amusement over her curious behavior.
          “You're an incubus, aren't you?” she accused. “Are you here to take me back?” She didn't seem
exactly angry, but it was clear her failure to find any physical evidence of her accusation was not going
to stop her from it.
          His smile grew even wider.
          “No, my sweet. I'm not an incubus, nor any other form of demon. I'm all too human.” Well,
for purposes of this conversation the term would serve. He had been born homo sapiens. That he was
now technically homo adaugeus would make no difference to her or anyone else in this continuum.
          “Then how did you do that?” This was her area of expertise, and as an expert, she wanted to
know.
          Thinking of how best to explain without lying or misleading her, he said, “Well, for one thing
I'm much older than I appear. I'm much older than Ryuto, and I've learned a number of things... some
things which make me different from other men, especially during sex.”
          She seemed to accept his answer. “Are all men where you come from like you?” The
possibility seemed intriguing to her.
          “I'm terribly sorry, Reina. Someday I hope most men will be like me, but until then, I'm afraid
I'm unique. A few other men I know have talents which make them... more than normal in the
bedroom.
          “But other women aren't like you, are they?” he pointed out.
          “Well, no...” she admitted. “Honeydew and Yuria are sisters of mine, and succubi as well, but
most women aren't like me.”
          “And yet I enjoyed Prima's company last night greatly.”
          Thinking of Ryuto, she decided all men didn't need to be like Quinn for her to enjoy herself.
          “Okay.” Being reminded of Prima, she said, “But I want everything she got... or more.”
          Smiling genuinely, he told her, “I wouldn't have it any other way.”
          Thinking to what he and Prima had next performed, he stopped and considered Reina's wings.
          She looked at him curiously.
          “Your wings,” he explained. “They may be in the way for what we did next.”
          “It doesn't hurt to lie on them,” she told him, correctly guessing his concern.
          A thought came to him.
          “Perhaps it would be better if you were to float.”
          She smiled. “Oh, I can do that during sex.”
          “Excellent,” he replied, and he held out a hand to her as she slowly levitated off the bed.
          Curious over what he had in mind, she let the gentle pressure of his hands move and turn her
around until she was floating on her back but no longer over the bed, her head at the height of his hips.
          A bit of an adjustment and her head was lower than her feet.
          “Does that bother you?” he asked, still learning the abilities of his new lover.
          “I'm fine,” she assured him, her curiosity growing.
          “Good.” He took hold of his stiff cock by the base and aimed it.
          “Oh!” she exclaimed, understanding what he intended, and she happily opened wide.
          He obligingly filled her mouth with his erection and began to fuck her mouth.
          Unlike normal women, he sensed no discomfort what-so-ever from Reina. Her hands went to
his hips so she could hold herself in position without the motion of his thrusting into her smiling lips
pushing her out of place. She eagerly swallowed him down to the root without any sign of hesitation or
sign that she was running short of breath.
          Once again he took her puffy nipples between his fingers and pinched down firmly.
          Somehow she managed to squeal even with twenty-five centimeters of hard Quinn down her
throat. It was as if he had simply flipped a switch and she promptly started to come. Each thrust of
cock slid easily down until his balls were against her nose and upper lip, and her nails dug harder into
the skin at his hips, urging him on.
          Quinn realized the gorgeous succubus was slowly floating with her feet higher. She was now at
an inverted forty-five degree angle but showed not the slightest indication of anything being wrong.
She concentrated on nothing but sucking his cock with every bit of her talent while she came joyfully.
Noting how her costume had gotten askew slightly, Quinn pulled more firmly on her nipples. Reina
gave a rising cry and milk jetted from her, her feet floating even higher.
          In just a few more seconds, Quinn had her floating head-down, her glistening pussy just at the
right height.
          She felt his moist lips wrap around her erect clitoris and suck, and her universe exploded.
          Being a succubus again proved an advantage because her climax did nothing to lessen her abilities as a
cocksucker. She drove him firmly down her throat again and again, desperate to have him come with
her. She didn't even notice when one of his hands left her breast.
          She was already utterly ahegao, her incredible ecstasy as intense as anything she'd known...
          And then his middle finger slid deeply into her exposed anus and began finger-fucking her tight
little hole.
          She screamed in pleasure as his finger slid rapidly in and out of her ass, and his cock swelled
and spat it's thick, sweet juice down her gullet. There was no way she could lose any of his cum this
time, and she simply swallowed again and again, milking him with the muscles lining her throat as she
came with an intensity she'd never known.
          The release of his sexual energy suffused her being, and she soaked it in. Before she'd only felt
something like this when she drew a man's life-force from him, but this time it was as if he were
somehow giving this energy to her without costing him a thing.
          Quinn kept finger-fucking her ass, sucking firmly on her clit and rattling her tonsils (something
succubi lacked, but the phrase was still apt) for almost five minutes without let-up. A part of him was
keeping watch on her body, monitoring if she was having problems of any kind or any signs of distress,
but Reina seemed built to have multiple orgasms without pause, or seemingly without needing to
breathe. The look of unbelievable happiness on her face (Quinn could only “see” it by using his
perception) was the absolute textbook definition of ahegao, her eyes rolled upward, showing no sign of
anything but overwhelming sexual bliss.
          His own climax had passed, but Quinn knew the rules of this continuum and intended to use
them.
          Pulling himself from her greedy mouth, he shifted her around, and when he had her shifted endfor-
end, he pulled her down and pushed his hard rod hard up her ass.
          Her expression didn't change, but her back arched and now she had no cock in her mouth
muffling her cries of climax. She floated in the air, shaking and spasming as he fucked her ass hard,
her eyes rolled up, her mouth hanging slack with mindless, unrelenting pleasure.
          She still floated by whatever means she used, so he didn't need to support her. Reaching
forward, he filled his hands with her fabulous breasts and began squeezing, using them to pull her more
firmly to him, letting him thrust into her with more vigor. Once he had her set, he changed his grip
slightly so he could basically milk her sensitive tits without losing his hold on her.
          True to her nature, she cried out again and milk squirted freely from both her breasts. She
wrapped her legs around him to urge him on.
          “I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Please!” she begged him. “Please fuck my slutty ass hard!”
          When it's a hentai world, why do I ever expect them to say anything different? he thought.
          Rather than ponder the philosophical questions of continuum-appropriate dialogue, he chose to
simply fuck her ass hard.
          Her cries of “I'm cumming! I'm cumming!” might have been audible all the way in the
reception hall, but that was Ryuto's concern, not Quinn's.
          Rather, Quinn had the concern of if there were enough towels to clean off both of them because
of the milk and female ejaculate squirting everywhere at that moment... than and returning her to her
non-verbal ahegao state of bliss. It was a small favor he could do for Ryuto who was, after all,
technically giving him the free use of his wife.
          And this being a hentai world, and the lady currently having her delicious backside ravaged by
Quinn's hard cock being a succubus, there were plenty of fluids... not all at once, but on a regular
basis. Once he had her eyes rolled up and her mouth once again slack but smiling, every ten to twelve
thrusts, Reina would cry, arch her back, and cum again, squirting from both breasts and pussy.
(Someplace in the back of Quinn's mind was reminded of some of the fountains he'd seen. Had he been
born in 20th Century North America, the phrase “Rain-bird sprinkler” would have also been apropos.)
          Some time later, Quinn decided that a hundred such climaxes was enough even for a succubus
built for sexual excess.
          Slipping across from his present monitoring spot, Quinn found her pleasure center (which was
much easier to find since it was a far larger part of her brain by proportion than for humans) and as he
released his control over his own climax reflex, he gave her a nice healthy jolt.
          The reaction was less profound than he might have expected, but that might have only been
because Reina was incapable of passing out from climax. On the other hand, she clearly was beyond
verbalization since she went utterly silent, her head back, her back arched in a rainbow as she pulled
hard against the hands on her breasts, her own hands on her sex as she rubbed her clit madly, and the
tight ring of her anus clamped down on him hard as she felt his warm cum fill her wanton derriere.
Fluids squirted in several directions at once in a pulsing manner, clearly managing the wettest orgasm
Quinn had ever shared or even witnessed.
          It took her less time to recover than her human counterparts, and so just a minute later Quinn
was resting on the edge of the bed and his newest lover was making sure she hadn't missed any of his
delicious cum by sucking on him.
          Quinn decided it was time to call a time out.
          “Enough, beloved... enough.” He lifted her up, and she offered no objection as he settled her
side-saddle onto his lap (so she didn't mistake it as a continuation of their sexual escapade).
          “Now,” he asked her, “do you still think I don't believe you're good?”
          She shook her head, then closed her eyes and settled her head against his chest, her arms going
around him. “You believe I'm good.”
          “You are good,” he stated.
          Refusing to argue with him, she countered, “You are good, too.”
          He sat and held her gently and stroked her with one hand, enjoying the afterglow of an
exceptional fuck. She seemed disinclined to speak at that moment either.
          It wasn't until he realized he realized he was treating her differently than his “normal”
paramours that he broke the silence.
          “So how are you feeling?”
          She turned her face to look at him and smiled. It wasn't a wicked smile at all. If anything, he
might have described it as “angelic”.
          “I feel wonderful.”
          Raising one eyebrow, he flexed the leg that supported her quite-recently well-used backside to
emphasize his question.
          “All of you...?”
          Her smile grew even wider. “Yes, even my slutty ass feels wonderful. We're not built like
human women.”
          He had assumed that would be the case, but in spite of his diverse history in the bedroom, she
was his first succubus.
          “Truly?” He asked because he truly did want to know. If she were uncomfortable, he did know
certain tricks that would ease any distress. He'd used the same tricks on some of his human lovers who
complained about tenderness after the fact.
          She stood and held out her hands to him.
          “Come here.”
          Putting his hands in hers, he rose and moved close.
          She took his hand and placed them on her breasts, then adjusted until he had her by the nipples.
          “Pull,” was all she said.
          He put pressure on her nipples and she gave him a very mild smile.
          “More than that. Pull hard,” she corrected.
          He stepped up the pressure to about the most he would use on a human female, the rosy buds
crowning her breasts stretching notably. Her smile changed to one slowing sexual pleasure and her
eyes went half-lidded, but she was far short of ahegao.
          “Harder than that.”
          Taking her at her word, he began to lift. He slowly stepped up the pressure until he had doubled
the tension on her two delightful and (now) very erect points. A human woman would have needed
medical attention, or at least several days of no contact after that.
          She breathy voice told him, “Pull hard...”
          He continued to lift until her feet left the floor. She wasn't using her ability to levitate. He
could tell he was lifting almost fifty kilos.
          As her feet left the floor did, her head dropped back , her mouth came open, and milk jetted
from both nipples (surprising considering the pressure on them) and ejaculate sprayed down her legs.
          After holding her there long enough to complete her climax, he gently set her back down, and
she looked at him with adoration.
          “You are good,” she repeated.
          She glomped him and purred.
          “And now,” he told her, “we both need a bath.”
          “And some breakfast,” she agreed.

          A short time later, Quinn and Reina were sharing a tub. She probably didn't bathe normally, but
this time she made an exception. It gave her more chances for her to rub against him, fondle him, tease
his cock, cradle his balls, and generally tell him she was prepared for more. He continued to smile and
occasionally kiss her (which usually led to her having yet another spontaneous orgasm) but didn't allow
himself to become involved again, in spite of her best efforts.
          Finally, as he was helping dry her off, Quinn asked, “So... who should I... umm... interview
next?”
          She paused and asked, “Who were you thinking about?”
          He considered again. “Dawn... Rebel... Thessalonike... Yuki... and Honeydew.”
          She asked, “Not Luceria? Or Rokusaanu? What about Yuria or Nadienu?”
          He shook his head.
          “No. Ryuto will need them here more than I will need them there.”
          As she thought, he asked, “Who shared the king's bed last night?”
          “Dawn,” she stated. “Honeydew earlier.”
          “Then perhaps Rebel should be my next choice.”
          She smiled at him and said simply, “Lucky Rebel.”

