Chapter 1 - A Reward for good deeds

This is an older subscribestar work. It was actually converted from an even older RP session, and I haven't proof read it anytime in the last year so I expect it to be crazy.
That being said, between the unique structure, the oddity of the sexuality, and the dialogue being very serious despite a lack of context... I expect it to have something for everyone!
Maybe!
Who knows!

"Honey, I'm home." He grumbles out the moment he 'wakes up' in the therapeutic room to which he’s become accustomed. He dives face-first into a pile of pillows. There is no room for dignity here. No glory or honor. Today was a tremendously shitty day. See if he accepts the next favor from his newfound therapist. Just see if he does.

It's not very long until she comes in, not that he's looking. The work is put on the suddenly manifested desk like always.

"You are, and a little birdie told me you did a very good job and made me very proud." He feels her approach more than he hears her. Her arms are on his shoulders before he even realizes it, and a massage starts without warning.

"Gaaaaaaahhhh~" He groans out, his shoulders tense enough to bend iron. They probably could too, if he rammed them hard enough. Heroes are like that, made of sterner stuff. That sterner stuff is like putty under Lucy’s fingers.

"The contract was completed, a life was saved, and most importantly you stopped perhaps one of the worst cases of Stockholm syndrome I have seen this century from getting any worse. Thank-you.” She leans into his back, climbing onto his ass, and breathing hot air on his neck.

"Mmm… You have someone lined up for her?"

"Are you kidding? She's not gonna accept another parent switch, no, I have her going through training so this doesn't happen again, she'll be allowed to make contracts with those I've personally looked into first, but like Hell, I’m assigning the latest kidnapped demon child a parent."

"She needs someone to look after her. S'all I meant… Otherwise, my work is wasted."

"Her basic needs will be met until she is a bit older, including housing and someone to make sure she's taking care of herself, don't you worry about that."  She climbs onto his back, allowing herself to really get in deeper. Her knees digging into his tense muscles and grinding them. It's incredibly apparent she's not in her normal office clothes, as her legs are bare against his back. "You have more important things to worry about." She whispers into his ear, "like what kind of reward you are looking for?"

"That sort of thing's part of my job too." He mumbles. "I should really get unionized."

"You risked your soul for my request, I'm grateful, I want to reward you." She says a bit breathily, "You really can't think of anything?"

"Heh. I can take a hint." He chuckles. Taking a deep breath into the relaxing therapy couch.

"Good, I was afraid I was gonna have to really drive it in over the next few sessions, well, not really, buuuut..." Her hands continue their musing for a long moment before something slides underneath him, certainly not her hands. It's hot and somewhat wet, as it crosses over his entire midsection.

"...Hwu?"

"This is an awkward position for me, see, I really want to reward you, but I also really don't want to stop doing this." She says, taking a moment to wring some extra enjoyment out of him with her hands. "Soooo, for now, I figure I can start you off with something fairly cool." That hot wet thing slides down to the edge of his pants. "Something simple a lot of men really appreciate, even if it's not quite the real thing."

"What even is that?"

"That's my tail, Yuuto." She says. "No way you haven't seen it before." It struggles to enter his pants despite the position. "It's a little special, I can do a lot of special things with it."

"Sure doesn't feel like a tail." He muses, gently rising up a fraction of an inch. Not nearly enough to dislodge her, but enough to create some room for her. "Dream shenanigans?"

"Devil magic." She admits, "Technically I actually exist here, despite it being your therapeutic dream. And therefore, you sort of do too.”

It slides in easily, shifting underneath his britches and moving to tease his member. The fleshy tail slowly winds around him, wrapping around it. Soft, hot wetness tries to overtake it one fraction at a time and succeeds on its own terms.

"Mmm. I probably shouldn't think too hard about that right now."

"It's quite the confusing prospect, I know." She says, her tail continuing to tease and her hands refusing to stop showing their gratitude. "And thinking is bad, after all, heroes who've earned their rewards definitely shouldn't be able to keep thinking."

The tail continues to tease and tease and tease until it has him as hard as she estimates she can get him, a bar of iron well beyond the weld of any mortal man she’s conquered in her off time before this. A perfect weapon to pierce her needs and drive her crazy. 

The tip of her tail pokes his tip, pushing him into it. The surface of the tail’s tip ripples around his cock, only to open for it like a flower might, and suck him in.
Soon his dick is entirely inside the appendage, its insides just as hot, wet and desiring to please as its outsides, and yet significantly tighter. It has its own set of ridges and a wet flow that swirls on a cycle. 

Very quickly it moves from a handjob blowjob hybrid to something very different in nature. Some sort of demonic crossbreed between a wet blowjob and actual full-blown sex, driving up and down his shaft without even making him move.

"Do you like it?" She asks with a giggle, the almost slurp-like noises her tail is making make her just a little less audible. Chaos that drowns out even the devil.

"Uh...Woah." he gasps. Giving himself a little more room, and righting himself to take her onslaught with pride. His rigid length sprouting beyond her expectations inside her.  "Something simple, huh."

"It is simple, it's just a little hungry because I'm sort of a prude, so it's going at it with all it can to milk you, is all." She explains with a soft coo. "It's a very pleasant feeling, having you inside it, and when you blow, that'll be pleasant too, I can already feel it running down my tail, coating it," she shivers on his back,

"You." He gasps with a deadpan to smite straight from the heavens. "A prude."

"Mmmhmm~!" She chimes. "I don't get around all that maaaaugh-au, that feels soooo good." She moans loudly for him, feeding him sounds that awaken his instincts, and force him to shift a little forward with each pump, joining her in her efforts. His reward or not. "Mmnnn, I'm actually too busy for sex, sometimes a few years slip by on accident."

"Years, huh-ah, hah, that's not-" He struggles for breath amidst her efforts. Lucy’s antics toppling his abilities and driving any sane man nuts with the way the actual mouth pussy squirms around him. Rotating and bobbing rapidly. "Good. You need to take better care of yourself… Heh, guess I should too...Ah, gah!"

Her legs wrap around under him just to make sure that even if he collapses, there's a surface pushing him up for her tail to have its angle. Stopping for even a moment is unacceptable.  Her hands fall mostly to his back, massaging the tendons back here aggressively, while her tail massages his front aggressively.

"I know, auu, but, it's, hah, a bit too hard sometimes- to find the time. There's always more to do, you know?" Slide, twirl, slurp, back and forth a rhythm is made, one signed in passion and contracted to the lord of hell herself. "Neglecting yourself is the same as self-harm, I know better, I juust, mmmnn can't always find the time."

"Found time for me." He grunts. "Maybe, these sessions can help, both of ussssssss~!" He doesn’t give her a lot of warning, he doesn’t need to. It’s her tail and she’s begging for it as much as she’s physically milking him. His virulent cum explodes into her meldable tail, its insides spattered and filled to the brim as quickly as it thrusts his rapidly firing rod into it.
The spiral of fluids reverse, taking his milk into her and away from him fast enough it almost feels like he hadn’t cum at all inside her tail.

The tail powerfully spasms as it takes it in, not letting a single drop is allowed to go anywhere but inside it. Her body rocks atop him and she rides the wave, her countless sensual moans and frantic twitches giving him as good a sign as any that the nymphomaniac prude is happy with his contribution to her taking care of herself.

Very suddenly, after he’s milked dry, her tail retracts. It has no issues teasing him on the way off of him with a comical wet swirl around his tip. Her legs move down to his sides, and she raises her ass off his back with a gasp. “Hauh-so gooood…”

And reaches behind himself to cup her ass firmly, and his fingers sink into her supple, bubble butt without the slightest barrier. His eyes sparkle with excitement, at the new understanding. She came in nude, which means she had no intention of not having sex with him here. His tongue hits his lip, and he realizes he’s not quite satisfied.

Her skin is unblemished and smooth on his probing fingers, her tail actually pats his hand as if to say 'good choice.'
"Hm-hm." He chuckles "What would you like to do next?"

"I do believe this is your reward, Yuuto." She says, "I'm still high off the cum in my tail, I'd be fine just rubbing your back until you wake up for real if that's what you want."

He lets go of her ass for the moment it takes him to flip over so that he can face the exotic, large breasted redhead that dares to tease him. Her eyes are blocked by a pair of black sunglasses, much too dark for even his eyes. 

A part of him understands that whatever is under those eyes is too dangerous to let loose. Another part of him can’t help but giggle like a schoolboy at the sight of the mighty big bad Lucy sitting buck naked on his stomach, her fleshy, cum swollen red tail wagging behind her happily. A dopey smile on her face that sparks of innocence as much as it does cherries.
And a pair of sunglasses on.

One hand dips between her legs, while the other slides up to cup one of her magnificent, perfectly sculpted - possibly literally sculpted - breasts.
He finds he can’t believe he was such an idiot he missed the signs she wanted to pounce him for this long. He’s got her worked up enough with simple touches that her legs are stained with moisture and her nipples are hard enough to slice through diamonds.

Actually touching her is an experience in itself, feeling her body move in his hands. It’s a magical feeling even before the actual magic that keeps her hot honey pot merely glistening with the dew of her arousal when a simple prod lets him understand she has a whole sea of lubrication inside her begging to be released. 

Her body is basically on fire to the touch, but some sort of sensual fire, where his nerves should scream in pain, they instead scream for more. Instead of marring his flesh and sending him away, it tries to keep his flesh thereby telling it that touching her is everything right in the world. "It's been years Yuuto, please don't tease me too hard." She begs as much as warns. A little rasp in her voice.

"I'm afraid you'll have to endure for a little." He does just that, not at all 'afraid' or bothered. "I’m not a demon or devil. It'll take a few minutes for me to rebound. Until then..."
He flicks at her clitoris. "You sound so cute like that."

"Auuau!" She cries out in protest, at him only doing it once or doing it at all he’s not sure. What he does know is her body clearly sends up a powerful current through her nerves at the suddenness, and that’s exactly what he wants.

What he doesn’t expect is for that electricity to go through her and into him from where he’s touching her. Her ass on his stomach, her tit on his hand, and his hand at her honey pot. All a vocal point to shock him with pleasure and make him want so much more.

Some sorta feedback loop to make sure her partners get rough, he guesses offhand. A set up like that is probably bad for stamina when it comes to actual sex. Even if it probably does bring some wicked experiences. "I can fix your rebound, even if this is more real than a dream, I have magic for that." She explains.

"That so..." he rumbles into her ear. His hand withdraws, guiding his flaccid member against her begging, puffy slit filled with need and about to be filled with Yuuto. An action he’d never take normally, but an action he finds rewarded for. Her own hand reaches down, grasping the tip.
Again, it's like fire runs through him at her touch, and before he can blink his member is growing rapidly. At first, it hits his normalcy, then a second later his max. Before he’s taken a breath he’s got the strongest erection he’s ever seen. "This is probably gonna end sorta quick." She informs. "Don't be surprised."

"Suppose we'll have to enjoy it while it lasts."
He presses into her a little, starting gently - 
"Fuck!" She shouts the moment his tip parts her lovely lower lips. Her body squeezes him tighter than a virgin, making him wonder how long it’s really been. He presses onwards into her, every inch setting off another dozen crazy reactions through her. So many add up he’s soon got the king of hell with her tongue lolled and her eyes foggy with bliss. Her cheeks are ablaze and her mouth is agape. It does so many things to her thin body that she’s not even sure how to express it with dignity anymore.

Those electric impulses, that powerful crusade of forgotten needs that swarm through her, they all transfer directly back into him through the spell work. It starts at the tip of his dick and moves on deeper around his penetration. 

The most basic of gentle thrusts reminds him of the time his mentor’s friend went surprise hippy fanatical and drugged them both with ecstasy. A curtain of pleasure opens up for him, one that carries with it a view he didn’t know he had but one they both agree to with a mere glance into each other’s fierce and piercing eyes.

That it’s not a want, they need more. She pushes down and he thrusts. Gripping her hips and driving up with the force of a cannonball firing, his cock hilts inside her in a single motion.

The next moments are lost to them, a frantic pace overtaking them in madness with a blur of thrusts and groans.

The overpowering mixture causes a discordant resonance of moans from them that’s volume would be surprising at a downtown orgy.

He finds himself thickening, ready. He doesn’t think for a second, he just needs to cum. His first rope readies, a second right behind it on a charge laced to a powder keg. “Gaaah!”

“Wait! These are our real!” She realizes too late. He can feel the magic behind her eyes panicking, but it’s already too late. She’d have to hurt him to get off him fast enough and she refuses. She clamps onto him hard instead, gripping his shoulders tightly and diving in for a kiss linked with a feral charge unlike that of which her sisters of heaven could ever conjure.

As a last-ditch effort, her tail tries to swallow around his balls and restrict them from firing, but it’s far too late for that. The effort may stop new seed from entering his cock but it can’t stop what’s already inside her brimming and readying its payload.

In less than a second, an eternal moment for them results in a devilish kiss, and more semen flowing into Lucy’s womb than any man should ever be able to produce. Coating her inner walls with a potent coat of paint and filling her to the brim and over without hesitation. Her magic backfires, making it impossible he’d not cum enough to reach where she doesn’t want him.

Her insides waver and clench, creating an active whirlpool to assault and cover him, restricting tighter than any pussy he’s ever had, so that not a single drop can be wasted. He can feel her every blissful pant riding her insides up and down his cock, milking out everything he has left.

Until finally, she falls limp into their kiss. Her heated fleshy tail gives up its efforts and massages his balls in apology instead. Letting him pump what’s left deep into her without regret.

"Gaaaaaahhhh~" he groans, too incoherent from cumming his brains out, in a way that he's not entirely sure isn't literal, to form words.

“You’re definitely taking responsibility.” She whispers quietly. She’s snagged herself a hero. Why does this always happen? It’s almost like it’s her fault or something.


