Chapter 1 - Onsen time with Miki and the Kitsune

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“Life is good.” Rance mutters to himself, petting the smaller girl to his side. Pink hair like bubblegum and darkness in her innocent eyes, she makes a great cling on and an even softer head to play with. He gets real into it sometimes, ruffling, playing, slipping his fingers through and making her moan. Miki truly is the greatest girl to soak with. She has no issues clinging to him like one does a husband, and it makes him feel powerful to take in the steamy onsen with the lord of darkness worshiping him.

She’s much happier these days too, and it’s all thanks to him. Him and his tenacity in delving the dungeons, his skill in dispatching Ogres, the brilliant foresight to gather up their bones, and of course, the wisdom to sell them off for that hypnosis medallion. At the time he’d thought it a stupid trinket, but now it’s changed everything and he couldn’t be happier with it. Some of that happiness is less the medallion and more Miki’s growth. She’s found her real, cuter, sluttier self. She smiles more, laughs more, and even gave up on that loser Kentarou. 

It’s a no-brainer as to why, even without the medallion, wouldn’t any girl be happy bouncing on his hyper weapon all afternoon? The sun fading as proof of his stamina is one of the most beautiful sights in the world; only triumphantly pushed into the dirt by her body covered head to toe in a puddle of goopy, melty seed.

“Hnf. Is it?” Omachi grumbles from the side bitterly. Omachi is a Fox Yokai, which’d be great on its own but she’s also the second Yokai King. Someone who once struck fear in the heart of Japan and caused a great war against all the humans of the island nation is nude and on display for him in the cloudy, bubbly water. She’s also got huge gravity-defying tits, an ass that could bounce a cannonball back at her enemy - he once saw her do it with one of Maria’s attacks - and thighs that could block out the sun. Despite all that his eyes linger on pouty lips that would be great if wrapped right around his cock. The image of her kneeling, tongue lingering in one of his sensitive places, and her beautiful yet haunting blues staring up at him demandingly is… powerful. She wastes all that power pining after one-eyed loser Masamune, who took over the Yokai and made them stop killing everyone. He kicked her ass and she loves him, so why doesn’t she love him after he took her down? He’s missing something, and that thing isn’t a cutie in his lap because Miki serves that role just fine.

That one-eyed loser did save him a lot of cute girls, what with them not being dead, but he hogged four of the hottest women in the world too so he’s a loser with a big head.
Literally, it’s huge. He’s just a big eye and head to hold that eye. Rance can’t help but wonder if he even has a dick, and he comes back with ‘no, duh.’

“It is!” Miki agrees, rubbing her face into his chest and letting her own tits press against his muscles. It evokes a memory that gets him out of his stupor; a memory of when they fucked in a closet while Kentarou got his armor on just a few meters away. Even the vaunted powers of a Demon King had trouble holding in all the molten seed he shot right into her womb. He takes a moment to be grateful about the fertility seal on his cock, or he’d have demon king babies by now!

Rance’s eyes land on Omachi’s half-submerged boobs, and he can immediately feel her killing intent, trying to freeze his hardon before it begins. Jokes on her, he’s already hard as a rock and has no fear of her. He did take her down already, raped her into the dirt too, it was invigorating. She pleaded for Masamune’s life and well, why pass up a chance?

His dick doesn’t even falter. The great Rance’s staff of wisdom cannot be threatened nor halted by a mere glare. The demon king on his lap, she could actually attack him and he wouldn’t be scared. He’d use it as an excuse to rape her silly instead!

“What are you looking at?” She hisses. 

“A beautiful woman.” He does not dare miss a beat. His power is best spent complimenting women as honestly as he can, and this is real honesty, he is Rance-sama, purveyor of fine women across the globe!

“Tha-yes but not yours.” Omachi huffs, looking away in a vain effort to hide her flushed cheeks. “This body is Masamune’s.”

“Sure it is.” He cheekily grins at her, knowing damn well that she’ll falter soon. In fact, splashing a little water around childishly and contemplating his next great plan with a hand to his chin and the other on Miki’s ass, he decides he’ll take a challenge. The fox is going to end up on his cock now, right here, before they leave the onsen. He can’t have that big-headed guy stuck in her head all day. He needs to win again, and do it right now. Miki’s going to help, he's sure. He’s just not sure how yet. The loyal brat hasn’t looked at Kentarou in days, so he’s sure she’s his, or at least ehhh, not Kentarou’s, which means she’s his.

“It is!” Omachi demands, splashing the water with both hands and sending a stupidly large shockwave through it with her powerful figure and overwhelming supernatural influence. Being a supernatural, immortal creature borne of raw emotion, hatred, and lewd desires does have its perks. Hers appears to be big splashes in the onsen.

“Right, right.” He rolls his eyes, reaching back behind himself to grab the greatest purchase he’s ever made. “Hey, I’ve got something neat to show you.”

“Oh?” Her vulpine eyes narrow- and are entranced immediately by the golden medallion in his hand. It’s shinier than when he first got it; gratefully shining and washing it after every two person orgy with the lord of all darkness kind of has an effect.

“Heheh.” He snickers, shuffling away from Miki. “Now hold up your boobs-”
“No.” Omachi denies flatly, crossing her arms over her glorious globes and denying him access to the reddest nipples around on this fine day. A travesty in her kingdom, an outright crime in his. What’s funny is that Miki obeys despite the medallion not even being in her vision. She jiggles her globes right against his chest, showing off what a good girl she is and making him all the harder. He’s at a hundred and ten percent now, there’s no going back, Omachi is going to take all his cum!

“Stand?” He tries instead, and admires her when she obeys. Her full stature gives him a good look at her unshaven lower half, and the luxuriously fluffy tails around her. They’re drenched now, drippy, but that just contributes to the water flowing down her entire body. She’s a model, and should go on Zeth advertisements. Instead she’ll go on his cock, and enjoy the position much more too.

“Turn around?”
As she turns he can see her tails flow around, so soft looking - they feel great too, wonderful hip padding while he thrusts - but he can also see her ass. It’s not easy, those tails are huge, but her ass is also practically enough land for the owner to bear a title so he manages. He does want to reach out, get up and pet the fluffy wuffy nonsense, but he wants to fuck her so much more and he’s pretty sure he can do one of the two here before she storms off.
“Bend over.”

“No.” She’s adamant, turns back to him to stand strong and cross her arms all the harder. Her glare could now kill another Yokai, a great feat with them being immortal. His dick doesn’t care, he’ll destroy that glare and turn it into a loving gaze only softened further by his embrace and the heat flowing out from between her legs. 

He shakes the medallion irritably, and watches as Miki bends right over to the side. She’s in a great, fuckable position, her tight ass exposed to him for the dozenth time in less than an hour. Demon king ass is almost irresistible, and it pains him every moment he doesn’t hilt right in her tight snatch and treat her like a flexible plaything. He’s got a greater calling though, he won’t be defeated. He’s the invincible warrior, the great Rance-sama and he shall be heard and feared!

“Here, Rance-sama!” Miki giggles, straightening up and grabbing his half-erect cock in her gentle hand. It’s so soft it makes him have to double check himself and wait for a moment before breathing. Her hand pulses with untold power, something dark and riveting and absolutely up his alley. He feels something shatter, something magical and protective. With that divinity lost wordlessly, the violet-and-crimson wisps flowing out of her hand and bleeding into him. It swarms, flowing out of Miki and overwhelming him with a gleeful desire. As much as he’d like to punish her for using her magic on him without permission, he’s too caught off guard by how big his dick is growing. He’s surging up, much thicker than he’s ever been before. Far bigger too, he’s unsure if she gave him the world's strongest erection boost or if his dick is naturally just bigger now. It has to be bigger, right? It’s ginormous, even Genri can’t compete with this.

A less incredible guy - like Genri - might have finished from that alone. The whole process felt and feels amazing, it’s intoxicating and not in the same way liquor ever could be. He feels powerful, overwhelming, and invincible in a way that somehow manages to pass his normal confidence and invincibility. He’s more amazing than demon king magic though, so he waggles his monstrosity weapon and takes glee in how it creates a shockwave in the water as it moves all on its own.

Omachi is sniffing the air hungrily as it pops out and up from the watery enclosure. Miki’s power is fully imbued, and he’s not sure he can ever go back to normalcy. Omachi’s expression is that of a voracious predator as she takes it in. Slit eyes desiring so much more, demanding more, a regality to her every movement turns into something to be feared. A true vision of malice has awoken and all her focus is on his cock; despite how absolutely terrifying that sounds, he’s excited beyond measure. 

That is, until she shakes her head and calms herself with a deep breath of air away from him. How did she get to be a king if she never listened to other people’s requests or followed her instincts? The answer doesn’t matter, historically she was a terrible king so that must have been it. Lots of killing and crushing and no fucking to be heard of. Prude foxes are a real problem, but he’ll be taming her all the same very, very soon.


“You still won’t do it with me?” He asks with a righteous grumble and confident pelvic thrust stance.

“Never again.” She grunts, shuffling back to the edge of the onsen. “I love Masamune.”

“I beat that loser. I’m better than him.” Rance reminds with an energy he throws into his hips. “I deserve you.”

“You’re more brutal than Masamune, maybe, but you lack everything else that makes him the best Yokai king ever. I won’t falter, my pride and oaths are not to a person but a symbol no human could ever hope to be. He’s a paragon, and you’re a greedy, horny, ugly bastard with a fetish.”

He grits his teeth at her insults and stance, knowing that this isn’t going his way despite the magical medallion in his grasp. It worked on the demon king, the demon king happily and easily fell upon his divine rod like it was a holiday gift. She took it in, rode it, sucked it, and played with it. The other day he fucked Miki up the ass in public, and she came hard while he rutted. Yet here he is, failing somehow against a mere Yokai. Power is not the problem, it’s the oaths, the willpower. Miki’s a young girl who had a crush, this fox must really, really love Masamune.
He’ll have to make her love him instead, and quick, he’s growing impatient.

“Rance-sama.” Miki calls out, wading through the water with a confident saunter that draws his eyes everywhere nice. “I’ve got this.”

Miki doesn’t often use her kingly presence, so Omachi’s not prepared to have her movements stopped by the edge of the onsen and her body paralyzed in every way. The difference between them is overwhelming. Miki might as well be actually invincible, there’s no chance Omachi could ever even hurt her, and she knows it in every fiber of her being. Red shiny eyes glow from Miki’s normal blues, and the girl reaches out slowly, taunting her with her inability to escape a slowly approaching threat. “H-hey I-” Omachi begins.

Omachi doesn’t get to finish. Miki takes hold of the blonde with one finger, and pushes her down hard enough to crack the onsen.

“Hey, careful!” Rance warns. Getting a giggly apology from the emblem of destruction.

“You’re going to enjoy this.” Miki says, kneeling down to pry open the womanly fox’s legs open with the ease one might use to pour tea. No one watching would see a teenage girl manhandling someone a full foot taller and quite a bit more sturdily built, they’d see a force of nature with its desires whipping around her like a dark plague. Anyone watching would assume a war was being started, a battle for the ages was being started. The servants around the compound probably assume people are about to be erased from existence, not merely killed but ravaged so hard their souls collapse and fade from the great cycle.

What’s really happening is a teenage girl is putting her lips to the woman’s own for a kiss that shakes her to her core. “Obey.” Miki demands, before kissing down further- further- further- and slipping her tongue into her folds.

Rance admires the scene for a moment. Omachi’s rosy nipples bare to the air, her bountiful breasts heaving with every gasp, her face contorted in simple pleasure. He’s found over the years that fear gets a girl soaking in the right situation, and Miki likely just ruined the panties of every woman in a hundred kilometers over a simple bid for dominance. Miki’s hair is gracefully dancing between Omachi’s thighs, her hands holding the older woman in place helplessly. She needn’t bother, it’s very unlikely Omachi would try to run from her now, unless animal instinct took over and made her run for her damn life. That’d be dumb, she’s safer right here, where he can tell Miki not to bereave her on a whimsical fancy. He takes a deep breath, admiring the way Miki’s bubbly butt dances invitingly, and after all that, he can’t really resist her call. He rushes in with peerless speed and a powerful need in his massive cock and potent seed filled balls. “Fuuooh!” he shouts as his cock manages to barely use the water and her slippery nature to jab into the mini goddess before him without hesitation. The pink haired girl gives a trembling moan, one that flows directly into Omachi’s pussy with a flow of dark energy. The Yokai’s eyes meet his just as it kicks in and he watches her start to lose herself and orgasm hard on the young girl’s ministrations and efforts.

“Hooh, Miki, you’re such a good girl.” He mutters, slapping her cheeks gently, mostly for the sound. There’s something amazing about hearing that after she shook the world. With every thrust, Miki moans directly into Omachi’s pussy and digs deeper. With every spank, she moans louder and pushes Omachi all the harder. 

It feels different, it has to, his length is so different now Miki squeezes him in an entirely different way. Locking eyes with Omachi while he does it, well, the visualization of Miki’s short and messy pink hair replaced with the golden threads pooling down Omachi’s bountiful, luscious body is more than enough to get him gasping. Her tight, pert ass is replaced by the immense bountiful booty he’s so fixated on clapping, and he can even see the rosy tips of her nipples swaying under her body instead of the adorable and firm side-boob Miki shows off from her bent-over pose. He enjoys her womanhood fully, but he can’t help but fantasize about what’s in front of him, and that's not a thought he could ever keep to himself.

“Y-yes…” The fox yokai gasps, arching her back to give better access.

“This feels good, doesn’t it.” He teases.

“Mm…It does.”

“So I’m making you feel good.” 

He doesn’t wait for her to reply, bucking into Miki especially hard with his engorged Rod of depruding, eliciting a lovely screaming moan, in turn pushing Omachi over the edge again.

“Hahah! It’s like I’m fucking you, without touching you!” He grunts in between thrusts, getting harder by the second in a way he didn’t think was possible.

“That’s!” She tries to protest. “But, auhn!”

“Well?” Rance taunts. “Am I wrong?”

“N-no…Haahhh…” Omachi’s exhaustion is clear in her eyes. They’re wearing her down, they’re winning, not that their victory was ever in question.

“So we’re having sex?” Rance asks.

“N-no!” Omachi yelps in surprise at another thrust that gets Miki so perfectly deep.

“How are we not having sex?”

“You, uooh! Aren’t inside me!”

“Do you want to fix that?”

The words are enough to freeze her in her tracks for a second, even as she mouths yes. She mouths yes over, and over, and over, crying out in bliss while trying to avoid saying the words out loud. He’s pretty sure he hears them, lost in a pool of emotion and lust, but he knows she’ll argue if he brings it up later. 

Miki laps up her clit at the perfect time as he ruts faster, enjoying her wet, hot, stretchy folds morphing around his engorged and needlessly hard source of power. He puts the unbreakable body of the invincible girl to its best and highest use, breaking Omachi hard.

“Tooooh! You want more, don’t you!”
“Yes!”
“You want me to fuck you!”
“Ye-no-I…”

Her conflicted, faltering expression doesn’t stop him from letting out what feels like an endless surge of cum right into Miki’s needy slit without even considering what that broken magic earlier was, or how much virile seed he’s letting out for the first time in years. Like a right of passage or a dastardly transformation, he quickly turns the all encompassing, truly evil, monstrously powerful slit of the demon king into a home for his children. She shudders, driving into Omachi and sucking with force that blurs the line between pleasure and pain-
“Kyah!”
“Uaaah! Rance-samaaaaa!”
-and sets them both off, before she slumps into the water a broken mess of beautiful pink and flowing white.

For a moment, he admires his hypno-slave’s work. The carefully laid out ‘casual’ style of Omachi’s hair splayed around her shoulders messily, her heaving chest rocking in the water as she drags in air, the way her legs curl aside to keep her upright, and the treasure revealed between. Her puffy, begging slit is bare for his eyes to feast upon and feast he does..

“Uh, Miki?” He calls out after a moment, his inner danger sense for his women going off. His hand dips into the water and pulls the pinkette out without a moment more to lose. “Hey, just because you’re invincible doesn’t mean you don’t need to breathe.”

“Fuahh!” She gasps, surfacing and burying her face in his chest. “My head’s fuzzy…Aww, I can’t suck your cock if I’m fuzzy!”

“That’s okay.” He pats her head, taking a moment to figure out where she’s going with this because to hell she couldn’t.

“Is not.” She huffs, hiccuping. “You need to be clean, so you can do your other girls when we’re done here.” He’s the only one who can see her devious grin as she finishes speaking. “So Omachi can play with them.”

This catches the Kitsune’s attention.

“Huh…That’s a good point.” Rance mutters, glancing lewdly at Omachi. This time, she doesn’t reject his gaze. There’s no scorn or judgment in her own eyes as she wobbles to a standing position. In his expert opinion, she’s too weak in the knees to bend over like Miki did, or to have standing sex right now. Miki went overboard on the poor girl in more ways than one and now they’re seeing a delicious consequence.

He didn’t Miki her to help him. He didn’t say anything about securing the fox for his harem to the pinkette, he didn’t even hypnotize her this time. She decided to help him get laid all on her own, which means she’s fallen for him for real. She’s become his obedient king of darkness, and that has him harder than he ever thought possible. 

“I’ll…I will do it.” Rance’s newest conquest declares, making a motion to remove Miki. It’s cute, her having that much audacity shortly after such a domination. Omachi bounces back quickly, even while exhausted and clearly showing orgasm fatigue. Miki barely notices her attempt, too powerful, too stuck in the motion. Miki does however, recognize what needs to happen, and throws herself aside, making a show of pretending so Omachi feels strong in her weakness. She’s such a considerate girl, almost as considerate as Omachi in her attempts to suck his cock.

The fox Yokai does, surprisingly, get to her knees. She perks up, raises her tits for his observation, readies herself-
And blows on his tip.
Literally, “pffwooohhh”, she blows air at his penis.
“What, what are you doing?”
“Giving you a blow-job.”
“That’s not how that works!” He stares at her wide eyed, half caught between laughing out loud and patting her like he would Miki. She’s clearly got quite a bit of adorable to her, and this kind of confirms that Masamune doesn’t have a dick.

Meanwhile, she pouts, contemplating his cock like some overly complicated Sudoku puzzle.

“Fine, I’ll teach you.” Rance huffs, grabbing her long, blonde hair, and yanking her down his shaft with force.

“Hllgrrb!” Her throat is elastic and warm, proving surprisingly receptive to being taken so suddenly. Who would have thought that she’d be so stretchy. Someone was probably aware of this, and that person is going to die for hiding this wonderful secret!

“Fuuuuh, suck a bit harder.” He demands, holding her down with notable force and pummeling her throat with his hip movements.

“Nmmmg! Mm!”

Miki’s eyes shine watching this, back to their beautifully dark innocent blues. “Wow, she’s good, Rance-sama, I still can’t get it all in without gagging a bit!”

“Mmm? Hnhn!”

“That so? But you do it anyway…Good girl.” He praises his younger concubine, living a paradise sure is nice. He briefly wonders why more people live in luxury, before settling on that it must be hard and he’s just that awesome.

He reaches out to pull the demon king into a hug, and she beams like the innocent slut she is. She cherishes his every touch, leaking pureness like a fair maiden who’s never even seen a dick. The pureness of her smile almost distracts him from the incredible suction and heat of Omachi’s mouth. “Fuoooh!” He gasps, as she starts bobbing on her own.

“Hnn!” She grunts, glaring up at him challengingly. As if demanding he pay attention. Deeply offended by his surprise as it means he was giving someone else his focus while she worked him. She’s hot and wet and eager, but more than that she has something to prove, now, and that something can be felt with every insistent bob of her head, every lash of her prideful tongue and even in the way she starts fondling his balls. It’s a lot all at once for someone who resisted so firmly just minutes ago…

Pop

Without warning, she uses his distraction to pull back, flicking his tip and standing with a regal prowess that angers his powerful dick. “Hey, you’re not done.” He accuses, pointing at her tits.
“And neither are you.” Omachi drawls, projecting a satisfied smirk as she palms his chest. “Let’s get one of your other girls, hm?”
”
“You started it, you need to make me cum.” Rance demands, holding a fist while glaring at her perky form with no small amount of rage. It burns in his eyes, his cheeks, his lips and all over his dick. 

“No,” Omachi laughs, turning around to try and leave the onsen and leaving a splashy zone with her tail and body. “This is why you have so many lovers, I don’t need to finish you. Someone else will step up, and this way I can keep my vows.”

“No.” Rance  grabs her ass with both hands and lifts her up.
“H-hey!” Omachi takes her turn at protesting.
“Take responsibility for your actions, lewd fox! Toooh!”

He pierces her with his Hyper Weapon, driving his engorged cock into her tight, gushing folds. They clamp on him, clearly needy and hit by both his prowess, size, and the medallion. “You talk big but you’re under the spell, I know you are, go on, resist me!”

“Nyaaah!” Omachi cries out, steadying herself on his shoulders. “You!”

“Hahahah! This is more like it!” Rance cackles, driving in fiercely to her wet mess and having no mercy..

“This isn’t what I had, haaah, in mind!” She pants, despite riding along with his thrusts. Her hips work him deeper, sending her tits up and down hypnotically. It’s now that she clearly begins to understand the medallion’s power. She put up a good fight but he watches the focus fade from her eyes as he plunges into her, the water reaction to the slapping of his balls against it at the end of every thrust and pull.

“Well now you have my Imperial Rod on your mind!” He retorts, ducking his head away from her swaying boobs. “That’s much better!”

“Uooh! Oh, hooh, haaah!” Omachi gasps. “H-hey, my boobs, they’re swinging too much!”

“Well I can’t hold them! I’ve got your ass!” Rance squeezes her ass for good measure. It’s a thick, plush set of cheeks, and he’d love to slap it from a different angle.

“Enough useless words!” She snaps. “Use your mouth for something helpful, you idiot!”

It takes a bit of coordination, slurping up one nipple, then abandoning it for the other, “Nyaaay…!” and making Omachi mewl like a fox in heat, but eventually he times it just right, and catches them both in his lips. 

“Uoooh!” They’re so pointy and needy, just rolling his tongue over them makes her pussy waver around his rod. The slightest pressure has her clamping down as he punishes her womb for its earlier defiance. And when he sucks with a loud, lewd and shameless noise?

“Kyaaah!” She cries out, pushing her bust into his face, locking both legs around him hard, and arching back as his Hyper Weapon conquers another pussy. He’s got a name for himself in some circles, there’s no amount of slippery, stretchy, wet pussy that can resist him. Now that his dick is twice the size it once was, he doubts even the strongest woman could resist him. Speaking of the strongest woman, he briefly wonders if he should go after Kenshin next, or Ranmaru, or maybe some other great hero from the continent. Whatever the case, he doesn’t have a lot of time to think on it, before -“Fuooh!” Rance groans, letting loose a celebratory stream of molten gifts right into a supernatural womb. Yokai are resistant to getting knocked up, and with his normal spell he’d have zero chance of doing it. Omachi would be very safe, and not at all tainted by his desires beyond her lewd body and the medallion’s effect.

Here, now, after Miki’s evocation and her power seeped so deep its carnal and turned his monster cock into a servant of evil and a lord on its own at the same time?
He fires enough cum into her pussy to bloat her stomach, to push her body off his cock, only held down by his arms wrapping around her to keep her steady. Every single seed in the lake he’s pouring into him is more powerful than one of his general’s entire orgasm.

Omachi is screwed.

Being the mighty warrior he is, Rance is able to take a couple steps back and sit on the edge of the onsen while he finishes up, struggling to hold her down while also keeping his knees from bending and failing. The defeated fox-maiden collapses against him breathlessly, her fluffy and soft tails creeping up and wrapping around him in ecstasy.

“Ngg…” She groans, pulling her head away from his shoulder to reveal voracious, slit eyes. “You win the first round.”

“Hahahah, of course!” He laughs, clapping her ass to feel the wondrous waves-

“But I’ll get you on the second and third.” Omachi growls, lifting up-

“Oh crap. Miki, get Sill! I’m gonna need help!” Let it never be said that he doesn’t rely on his lovers to support him. They’re all an equal part of stopping his demise at the hands of crazy freaks like the fox girl currently trying to hump another divine experience out of his absolutely powerhouse of an enchanted rod.

It really is a divine rod now, maybe even a devil rod, and it's going to pour everything into her right here if it kills him!