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This story was based on the premise of "What if Lich Milkette and Aggie met?". Milkette takes a little expedition to hell and meets a plucky denizen and her dragon friend.", "writing": "[center]Lich, Please!\n\nA @tkongingi commission\n\nAuthored by @Milkie [/center]\n\n\tIt has many names – Hell, the Underworld, the Netherworld, Hades, Niflheim, among others – but it’s not quite what people often expect. For one, it’s not all fire and brimstone… only some parts of it are, but those usually belong to high-end Wrath demons, devils, drakes, and so on. Some parts of it are eerily lavish and decadent, others are icy and frozen, and some are just a foggy mire. The Underworld is no less varied than the Overworld, from its locales to its denizens; the only real difference is who’s in charge. Areas and creatures tend to take on the form of whatever boogeyman or creepy megalomaniac sat in a position of leadership. It’s a constant power struggle fueled by sin and misery, and a culture completely separate (perhaps, depending on who you ask) from our own. Most of the time it doesn’t really bother anything, but anyone can tell you a tale of when the infighting bled off into the mortal realm. It’s just how things have been since forever.\n\n\tThat being said, it made for an interesting tourist spot. Milkette Souris almost enjoyed going from layer to layer and seeing just how far the depths of depravity would reach. She met all sorts of interesting characters down there, but she never really got to know them before killing them and siphoning their power for herself. That power came from souls, which were basically wealth down in the Underworld. Souls contained energy, they represented power, and they made the denizens of the Underworld stronger just for holding them. The more souls one could accumulate, mortal or otherwise, the higher their standing in the hierarchy. Therein lied the struggle for power – mortal souls were shockingly hard to get a hold of, and so demons typically resorted to stealing them from one another in order to satiate their endless hunger for the damn things.\n\n\tMilkette needed them too. She wasn’t a demon, she didn’t live down in hell, but she’d become part of one of the largest atrocities that mortal men had ever participated in: she was a Lich. By the use of powerful magicks her body was made to be immortal. There was, however, one catch and that was that Milkette wasn’t exactly, or properly, “mortal” to begin with. Starting life as something closer to a homunculus, she had no soul to offer. Every Lich had a phylactery, an object of their choosing in which their soul would be housed for all eternity, causing them to live only so long as the object remained intact. In order for her to remain immortal, Milkette needed to provide other souls, pumping them into her phylactery like gasoline into a car. It was more fuel-efficient than any Prius, but Milkette wasn’t the kind of girl to take souls from poor, innocent saps… so she settled instead for robbing the Underworld of their often ill-gotten stash.\n\n\tIt was a rough start, but she’d gotten to the point where she can take a weekend out of the month to go “soul spelunking” and generally come out okay. She did so by way of a portal created in the palace of the man she had to thank for her never-dying situation. From there she delved in, mugged a bunch of demons, and would be back in time for ice cream and board games. If she messed up? She’d be reborn back at the palace at the expense of a great deal of soul power. Fortunately she’d gotten rather good at it, knowing how to pick and choose her marks, because the whole thing was a game of finding one-sided conflicts and snowballing.\n\n\tSpeaking of which…\n\n\tA glass ceiling shattered with a loud crash, the body of a small, round demon falling in through the broken hole out of the darkness above. The fat, flabby, bloated humanoid shape of the little demon crashed through a long, finely-crafted dining table, breaking the surface in two and bucking up the far ends as if the rotund baby of a creature weighed far more than its size might suggest. Blue flames fizzled out on its stringy hairs as it lay dead in a pile of splinters on a cold, finely-polished linoleum tile. The other occupants of the fine dining room – two more demons of equally round shape, with equally useless little wings and stumpy little legs and arms – looked alarmed at their kin’s falling, and they hustled to investigate with a lot of panting and gurgled grunts sounding their effort.\n\nThey stopped dead in their tracks as the form of a woman descended upon them. She drifted delicately down, slowly and carefully, until the pointed toes of her long boots touched the floor. Whatever force slowed her fall disappeared then, and she settled her weight down on her high heels with a jiggle that ran throughout her prominent curves. The little demon creatures blinked their squinted eyes at Milkette Souris. She wasn’t what one might expect from a Lich… In fact she appeared to be mortal. Her short, but voluptuous body was unmarred, her brown fur coat was smooth and her long hair was well-brushed. Her large, expressive eyes were a lovely sapphire blue, and she looked every bit as lively as any mortal ought to.\n\nShe was, however, dressed like some sort of dominatrix in navy blue leathers. The top cinched her waist and cupped her mountainous breasts from their outsides, creating an unobstructed line of cleavage from the bottom of the round, soft swells to the top. Her neck was left bare and her shoulders were exposed, but the fabric of her top did wrap around her biceps in mock sleeves. Her legs were clad in knee-high boots with pointed toes and inches tall heels, her leggings beneath only covering up to her thighs in a black spandex material. Her modesty was only, but barely, preserved by a black thong that clung to her wide, rolling hips and revealed more buttock than covered anything. Slender fingers rested exposed from fingerless leather gloves to match, and the top had long white ribbon tassels on the back that flowed freely.\n\nShe would have fit in perfectly with the lust demons of other netherrealms, but her tight clothing and heavy curves lacked the dark, sinister vibe they held… especially since, upon her head, she wore a small golden crown and a pair of white-framed goggles with orange lenses.\n\n“Hello chumps!” The mouse-woman announced, planting her hands authoritatively on her hips, “I’m here to see your boss! Care to show me the way?”\n\nThe little demons blinked a few more times and shared a look. Rather than cooperate, they turned their attention up to her and reared their little claws up ready to strike.\n\n“Man…” Milkette sighed, closing her eyes and rubbing the bridge of her nose as if nursing a headache, “Why can’t you guys ever just cooperate?”\n\nThe demons leapt at her. When she opened her eyes once more, they had changed. Before they were pearlescent white with sapphire blue irises, but they had taken on a much darker form in that moment. Inky pools of liquid shadow housed blue irises that burned from within the blackened depths with power. She focused on nothing, staring intensely straight ahead at one of the finely-painted walls. With a firm thrust of her arm out to her side, the area around her lit up in an eruption of blue fire. The fire was so cold to the touch that it burned flesh, numbed bones, and could have frozen the air in a man’s lungs. It ‘burned’ so brightly that the depths of the flame were white, and it engulfed the leaping demons only half a second before they were upon her. Their silhouetted forms burned away in the flame, disintegrating into ash. If one blinked, they may have missed it.\n\nWhen the flames died down, Milkette’s dark eyes focused on her fingers, which she was studying for no apparent reason since she didn’t have nails to check for a marred manicure. Still, she acted out the action with a huff. The burned-away forms of all three demons left behind only a sort of vapor that resonated with thrumming power. All of that vapor drifted to and was absorbed into her body.\n\n“Those mooks are hardly worth anything,” She spoke aloud to herself, “But I have a feeling I know just where I’m going.”\n\nMilkette always wondered why Gluttony and Greed weren’t just the same thing. The lavish dining hall she stood in was decorated like it ought to house a king and queen, and an extended royal family. The furniture was all very large, as even the table stood taller than Milkette did, along with cushioned chairs and hutch cabinets. The tassels on the curtains that draped around the tall windows were probably dusted with gold, and the food that had since been thrown around the room upon her entrance was all so needlessly decadent. Gluttony seemed pretty greedy to her, what with needing those sorts of accommodations in order to satisfy one’s hunger.\n\nThe upside was that it made Gluttony Lords easy to find. At the far side of the dining hall was one big, lavish door that looked like it had gold embroidery embedded right into black onyx, and a variety of colourful gem orbs near each corner. That had to be where she was headed, and she knew it before – she had really asked those underlings to help her because she enjoyed one-liners. Those made the chore of collecting souls more fun. Too bad no one was around to see her vaporize a bunch of gross, obese demon pygmies. Sometimes she wished her outfit had a pocket in it just so she could bring her phone and take some videos back to Nori.\n\nMilkette’s boots clacked with her every step, echoing through the now empty dining hall. As she neared the elaborate door, she could feel the presence of a powerful Demon Lord on the other side. The power felt much stronger than the underlings she’d thwarted to get into the realm – from the Gargoyle-like doormen to the little fat pygmy servants. She couldn’t help but grin, however. It was strong, but not nearly as strong as the power she’d spent so much time lovingly cultivating. From what she’d heard, the Demon Lord Crassus, who was to reside on the other side of that door, only got all this power by carefully organizing a syndicate of underlings to get souls for him. Seemed like a waste as far as Milkette was concerned – she much rather enjoyed going and fetching it all herself.\n\nWhen her fingers pressed against the heavy stone door, the light, creamy fur of her fingers shed away to wicked-looking, blackened flesh and sharp claws that blended with the door. Her features were framed by the dead, onyx flesh, as had her arms and neck. Her body maintained a certain vascularity that her lack of muscularity would have made impossible, and the visible veins that choked her cheeks, sternum, and arms all pulsated with glowing blue energy much like the colour of her deep, dark eyes. Her fur had dulled, its original chocolate splendor marred with a gray tint, and her long locks of milky brown hair had all but disappeared. Blue flame instead mimicked the shape of her hair, flickering atop her head in constant motion. It made her look a bit like Hades from Disney’s Hercules movie… probably more attractive too, even if she was no James Woods.\n\nMilkette scraped her claws against the door a moment before spreading her palm flat against the surface and pushing it ajar. The door opened into a sitting room… or at least it looked like a sitting room, in any case. Just like the dining set, all of the furniture in the room had been made for a creature several times larger than Milkette was. The fireplace that lit the room stretched across the wall, and inside the flames were the forms of tortured souls. They screamed and wailed, but quietly enough to provide a low noise that could get lost in the crackling of the flames they burned in. Monstrous decapitated heads lined the walls like game trophies, and one chair had been settled in the center of the room upon a rug that quite literally writhed and squirmed underfoot.\n\nUpon that chair sat Crassus, his body so utterly engulfed in layers of fat, rolls, and folds that he appeared sluggish. It was difficult to say whether he had legs at all, but he certainly had tiny arms that had long since been swallowed by his bulk. With no visible neck, his dome-like head appeared quite comical rising from his upper body. His many eyes were squinted, the cheeks of his splitting maw sagged, and his breathing was hoarse and wheezy. Crassus was a disgusting creature.\n\n“Hey, fatass!” Milkette called into the room to rouse the Demon Lord, “I hope you had some bacon today, because… uh… because that’s what I’d want to have before I die a horrible death!”\n\n\tShe proceeded into the sitting room confidently. She walked with a knowing stride, careful steps, and swaying hips towards the beast that towered over her. Crassus remained silent, much to Milkette’s chagrin. “Don’t you have anything to say? Or do you have too much fat blocking your ears?” She asked.\n\n\tThen Crassus fell. With one last hoarse gasp for air his bloated body flopped out of his chair and fell with a thunderous splat like a drowned corpse onto the floor. Milkette had to stop in her tracks when the demon fell, as his bald little head landed only an inch from her feet. His fall shook the room, sending a rumble throughout, but the lich remained unstartled. She instead blinked her dark eyes at the prone, sluggish creature in confusion.\n\n\t“I’ve had lots of guys fall at my feet before, but this is ridiculous,” She said, “Uh, Crassus?”\n\n\t*PFFFRRT*\n\n\tThe last sound Crassus ever made was a gassy one, one that sounded like a trumpet to signal his departure. His body then began to bubble and boil, and then melt. As if his pasty flesh had been made of wax, he dripped and dropped, his flesh running off him. His whole structure collapsed into the floor, turning into a liquid pool at Milkette’s feet, the likes of which she sought to keep off her boots by taking a step back. Milkette stared in wonder, watching the scene with curious fascination. The Demon Lord dissolved right then and there, sizzling like bacon grease in a hot pan until only the fumes of his departing remained. What was left behind was soul energy so powerful it appeared as a glowing orb of light. Milkette stared into it with her dark gaze, longing for it as it hovered only feet from her.\n\n\tBut all at once the light blipped away, zipping towards the back of the room towards its new host.\n\n\t“Ewww! He farted! Did you hear that Ruther? He totally farted!”\n\n\tMilkette’s gaze swept to the back of the room towards the source of that childlike exclamation, and her eyes befell a small demoness. Purple fur from head to toe encapsulated rodent features not unlike Milkette’s own. The demon was a girl, appearing rather young and diminutive in stature, with long raven black hair. Her tail was spaded and little purple horns could be seen poking up from upon her head. Those traits alone marked her as an obvious demon creature, but the fact that she had breasts the size of small melons really drove the point home. The only thing she wore to cover it was a V-sling bikini, for whatever reason.\n\n\tWith her was a dragon, with silver scales marked with red cuffs around his wrists and ankles, as well as one curious star-shaped marking centered on his chest. He had one big, singular ivory horn sticking out of his forehead that turned upward at a sharp angle near the end, and small red wings that didn’t look like they should have been able to provide him with the ability to actually fly. While not a demon, he was likely immortal, topping off a sense of power that Milkette could pick up on even from across the room. He looked fairly harmless though – he wasn’t tall, didn’t look very old, and was running around little more than some tight black shorts. Unlike his demon companion, he did not look so enthused about his situation.\n\n\t“Can we get out of here now, Aggie? We’re done here now, right?” He asked.\n\n\tMilkette’s eye twitched at she stared across the room at the odd pair. That power she had worked so hard to reach had gone straight to that little demon brat, and she just looked so proud of herself for it. That dragon accomplice of hers noticed Milkette before she did, and when he did he seemed to jump and gulp. That seemed like as good a time as any to snap at them.\n\n\t“What do you think you’re doing?!” Milkette barked, marching over to them as angrily as she possibly could. The flames around her head roared with her anger, flaring up to a more tremendous size and intensity. The dragon backed away as Milkette drew closer, but the demon mouse just turned and stared up at the lich with big, curious brown eyes.\n\n\t“Huh?” She blinked, “Who are you? Oh! Wait! I know you! You’re the one everyone’s calling a… um…”\n\n\tMilkette cocked a brow and ground her teeth.\n\n\tThe girl snapped her fingers and pointed. “Ah! The Soul-Snatching Bastard Whore!”\n\n\tChoosing to ignore that, Milkette leaned down to be closer to eye level with the girl, Aggie. “You stole my kill! You… you… Kill-stealer!” Milkette shouted, “What the hell is wrong with you?!”\n\n\tAggie looked down at the floor, tapping her lip with a finger. “Steal?” She responded, lifting her gaze back to Milkette’s light-swallowing eyes, “I didn’t steal nothing. I just snuck in while everyone was distracted and took all of the fat guy’s souls for myself!”\n\n\tThe girl beamed proudly.\n\n\t“THAT IS STEALING!” Milkette burned, “That soul is supposed to be mine!”\n\n\tAggie took a deep breath and puffed out her cheeks. She glared at Milkette, not intimidated by the older-looking mouse’s displays of anger. “I didn’t see your name on it!” She said indignantly, “And besides, doesn’t that mean that you’re a big stealer too?”\n\n\tMilkette clenched her fists and yelled, “That’s not the same thing at all!”\n\n\tAggie’s dragon friend, Ruther, followed the back-and-forth with his eyes going from one mouse to the other as they got into a rather sudden barking match. He was uneasy, but attempted to step in anyway. “Uh, Aggie? Can we just go?” He asked, “Please? I’d really like to go now.”\n\n\t“Go?!” Milketted snapped at the dragon, making him recoil, “You can’t just go! I’m getting my soul back!”\n\n\t“It’s not yours!” Aggie argued, “I stole it fair and square!”\n\n\t“So you admit it!” Milkette squeaked.\n\n\tAggie crossed her arms and shook her head, “Nuh-uh!”\n\n\tMilkette stopped and backed off, pressing her claws gently against her temples and rubbing soothingly. “Are you fucking kidding me right now,” She said, “Why am I even bothering? I should just tear off your little horns and jam them in your…”\n\n\t“Ah! That’s not how demons do things!” Aggie cut in.\n\n\t“That is exactly how demons do things!” Milkette barked back, “Are you a succubus? I swear to God, if I have to deal with another goddamn succubus I’m going to murder you both and wear you like a coat.”\n\n\t“Alright, come on, that’s enough,” Ruther said, waving his hands a little, “Nobody’s killing anybody.”\n\n\t“That’s right! Because we’ll make a deal,” Aggie said, “That’s what demons do.”\n\n\tMilkette wanted to refute the claim, but stopped short. “I… guess that is something that demons do,” She said. Planting her hands on her hips, she gave the little demon mouse a scrutinizing look and added, “So what’s your deal?”\n\n\tThe smaller mouse bounced on her heels and swung her hands behind her back. Innocent though it may have looked, the bounce of her breasts was all too deliberate. Her dragon cohort noticed it rather readily. “We have a contest, and if I win I keep all the power and you leave us alone,” She said, almost sing-song, “And if you win, then you get the power.”\n\n\tAlthough suspicious, Milkette nodded. “Okay,” She spoke, “Then what’s the contest?”\n\n\t“Your choice!” Aggie threw her arms out to either side, like she was either goading the larger mouse or anticipating a hug.\n\n\t“Really now…” Milkette smirked.\n\n\tShe took a little time to deliberate, trying to decide just what sort of contest she may have the obvious advantage in. She could have gone for a contest of power, trying to bet strength against strength. Aggie, however, may have been far older than she looked and was definitely surrounded by an air of power that she had been trying to hide ever since she was noticed by Milkette. If it wasn’t for the occasional throb of power that Milkette could feel as a wave of warmth washing over her cold extremities, she may have been fooled. In the end it was a risk to pick a fight, and with Aggie’s possible age being far more than Milkette’s, one could have only guessed the wealth of knowledge the deceptively young-looking mouse held.\n\n\tThe only thing Milkette had on Aggie was size. She stood head and shoulders above the smaller mouse, and her body was thicker, heavier in every way. In the underworld, such physical traits didn’t always mean anything – if they had, Crassus wouldn’t have fallen so easily to a little girl. The one thing it did mean, however, was that Milkette had a different appeal to her… an appeal, she noticed, that wasn’t lost on Aggie’s dragon friend. Ruther had more than once looked over her way, even though he often got caught staring at Aggie’s thin-but-chesty figure. His eyes wandered over Milkette’s more supple curves, albeit hesitantly, while Milkette mulled over her options. Their eyes met by chance, and the boy blinked in surprise. Milkette just smirked.\n\n\t“Him,” She pointed one dark, clawed finger at Ruther, “I say we have a little contest to see which one of us gets that guy off first.”\n\n\t“Huh?!” Ruther’s jaw slackened, “Me?”\n\n\tAggie turned to look at Ruther in surprise. “Really?” She asked, “That’d be easy!”\n\n\t“You think so?” Milkette said. She bent down low to try and get at Aggie’s level… seemingly. Really all she did was let her bra-demolishing breasts hang, swaying and wobbling with her movements. Ruther’s eyes were drawn right to them, and Milkette just grinned while looking his way. “If that’s the case, and you think you can win so easily, how about if I win, I get him too?” She added, “Feels like he’s got all kinds of power that’d keep me going for a very long time.”\n\n\tRuther swallowed. To him, it seemed like Milkiette’s burning eyes were staring into him rather than at him.\n\n\t“Alright, come on,” Ruther began to protest.\n\n\t“Yeah, alright! Come on!” Aggie cut in, “I can win this easy-peasy!”\n\n\t“Aggie!!” Ruther gasped.\n\n\t“Right then!” Milkette clapped her hands together, “We each get sixty seconds at a time. When that’s up, we switch. Whoever’s on him when he blows is the winner.”\n\n\t“Fine. With. Me.” Aggie crossed her arms.\n\n\tMilkette stepped forwards and pushed Aggie aside. “I’ll go first,” She invited herself, approaching Ruther. The dragon took only one step back, but found his shoulder grasped by cold, clawed digits to hold him still. Milkette took a good look at him, sizing up his various features. He didn’t look very old… a boy, almost, but for a dragon that could have been a skewed estimate. That worked in his favour, since Milkette was a fan of the cuter sort of boys. Her eyes eventually took in the bulged stuffed into his tight little shorts. She shamelessly sized him up, and to his credit he allowed her to despite seeming a little nervous.\n\n\t“You,” Milkette smiled as she met his eyes again, “Are a very big boy, aren’t you?”\n\n\t“Y-Yeah,” Ruther answered.\n\n\tMilkette’s body reverted, fading back into its mortal form. Her hands smoothed back out, softened with fur and resonated once more with gentle warmth. Her eyes regained their luster, becoming bold sapphires in proper, milky-whites. Ruther relaxed, to no surprise, when the mouse woman’s hair faded back into chocolate tresses much preferable to blue, fiery licks. Milkette was happy to see him ease up a little, even if it was fun to keep him tense for a little while; she knew though that he’d have to be relaxed for her to have any chance of winning back what was rightfully hers. She was already at a disadvantage, and didn’t want to press it.\n\n\t“There you go,” She cooed. Gently she pressed her hand flat against his abdomen, fingers downward, to stroke down his form and work her digits into his shorts. Ruther squirmed as Milkette’s slender fingers dug beneath the fabric as if she’d sprout claws again at any moment, but was only met with the tickling feeling of furred fingers nudging his manhood. Milkette took her time to explore, fingertips teasing around the base of Ruther’s throbbing cock and lower still to cup between his legs and get a feel for his balls. Everything was big, from Ruther’s cock to his nuts; and smooth too! His scales weren’t as… scaley as she was expecting. “Now I won’t get you worked up too quickly,” She said, “After all, it wouldn’t do to have you get all excited just to bust a nut for your little friend. So take it easy for now… You’ll know when you’re allowed.”\n\n\tMilkette’s tone was one part authoritative, and two parts soothing. Ruther wasn’t sure if she was even using any supernatural powers, but her words resonated with him rather powerfully. However it was possible, he felt both at east and on edge, and the feelings went straight to his dick. It stiffened and grew into a proper erection which MIlkette guided from his shorts. She ended up pushing his shorts down around his legs and cradling the fat log of red, pulsating dragon-boy meat in one of her hands. To be fair, it took one whole palm just to hold its underside. Milkette lifted it, examining the shape of the circumcised head, crowned as it was like a big, fat red mushroom. With a little body paint she could’ve made it look like…\n\n\t“Woops,” Milkette smirked, “I’m spacing a little bit. But wowee, look at you! I never would’ve expected a cutie like you to have a five-dollar foot-long packed away. Talk about a grower.”\n\n\t“Thanks, yeah… It’s pretty big!” Ruther said. Milkette chuckled at his almost proud declaration.\n\n\t“You’re pretty honest,” She said. Gripping his shaft in both hands, she stroked it with a tender touch. Her hands glided along his flesh, making him squirm a little bit after only a few pumps. “Sensitive, too! Honest mind, honest body. You just can’t help yourself,” She said, “You can’t even look me in the face! My eyes are up here, buddy.”\n\n\tMilkette snapped her fingers, and Ruther shook his head. He had been distracted by the plunging cleavage Milkette’s unique corset-suit displayed. Her tits burst forth from the opening in the latex and stretched the would-be cups into an obscenely rounded and bubbly shape. Those furry mounds were larger than his head, and larger than Aggie’s own breasts by leagues, and that was no joke. Upon thinking of her, Ruther pried his eyes away from the mouse teasing his dick and turned his attention to Aggie. The younger mouse pouted and glared at the two of them, cheeks all puffed up in annoyance; she knew she was outclassed in terms of body shape and size and she didn’t quite like the idea.\n\n\t“Okay, you had a minute!” Aggie squeaked. She moved in quickly and shoved Milkette aside with surprising strength. She teetered the older mouse over and made her fall onto her butt, and then promptly took her place. “Ruther doesn’t like old ladies with flabby parts,” She prided, “He likes cute girls, and he likes me. Right Ruther?”\n\n\tRuther nodded, “Of course I like you! I like you a lot!”\n\n\t“Ugh, you brat,” Milkette huffed as she got to her knees to sit and watch, “You give me enough time and you’ll see.”\n\n\t“I don’t need more time!” Aggie beamed. She took hold of Ruther’s cock in both of her little hands and fell to her knees before him like she’d done it a million times. “Ready Ruther?” She giggled, “Say ‘ahh.’”\n\n\tRuther tilted his head aside somewhat, “Say…?”\n\n\t“Ahh~” Aggie opened her mouth as wide as she could and swooped down to descend onto Ruther’s dick like a trained predator. In a swift motion she took it into her mouth, and then she reached forwards to grab onto Ruther’s hips and draw him in. With a lewd-sounding gulping hum, Aggie plunged that enormous dragon-cock into her throat, making her neck bulge and her face puff out in a truly overstuffed fashion. Ruther’s expression went through from shock to bliss in half a second, his body trembling and his shoulders relaxing as Aggie took him very nearly to his base. A dopey smile spread across his face and he kind of stared off into space, cooing in some adorable, baby-dragon swoon.\n\n\t“Whooooa, she’s… going for it…!” He moaned.\n\n\tMilkette stared in surprise, jaw slackened. “She really is! Hey! Slow down!” She shouted. Aggie ignored her and carried on, starting to rapidly bob her head, causing that bulge to slip and slide down the length of her neck as Ruther’s cock reached the deepest parts of it time and again. She was more than just eager – she was actually sort of impressive. She made nary a gag and missed not a beat. The only sounds she made were deep breaths and muffled moans of satisfaction. Her breathing was well-paced for her frantic self-inflicted throat-fucking, and her hands even grabbed and rubbed at Ruther’s butt in utter adoration. Something about the exchange put Milkette off… sure Aggie was good, but did they have to be so darn happy about it?\n\n\tAggie pressed the assault, pushing herself against Ruther and holding him tightly with the intent to overwhelm him. While he was distracted just trying to stay standing, Aggie applied the pressure. She sucked hard, the occasional slurping sound created by the vacuum-tight seal of her lips loosening being loud and powerful. She was less bobbing her head and more pulling on the flesh of Ruither’s ruby-red dick, jerking him off with her lips while it was obvious by the way her cheeks sometimes bulged that she was whipping her tongue about in a frenzy too. Ruther looked ready to collapse, but Aggie kept him standing with a strong and needy grip on him. Every now and then when she reached his base, she even nuzzled his tummy.\n\n\tRuther’s eyes rolled back as he grabbed hold of Aggie’s head and pulled her towards him. The girl moved smoothly with his efforts, and took any moment of respite to draw back only to have him pull her back in. The boy panted into the air and moaned in loving chorus for the little demon girl as she worked her magic. All of it happened with Milkette just watching, and even she felt heated doing just that. Apart from being one of the more eager blowjobs she’d ever seen, it was one of the most adorable ones as well.\n\n\tShe watched, almost too distracted to notice that when Aggie drew back to Ruther’s very tip and sucked so hard her cheeks collapsed in that her fingers got up to some dirty work. Just one snuck in between Ruther’s butt cheeks and pushed hard to enter his rear. Ruther obviously didn’t expect this from the way his eyes shot open and he got an adorably terrified look on his face. Aggie pushed her finger in half way past the first knuckle, and she must have found a button in there, because Ruther suddenly squealed some kind of cute dragon roar and tangled his stubby fingers into Aggie’s black hair. Milkette could hear him cumming from where she sat, hearing the muffled sounds of his seed spraying into Aggie’s mouth, and Aggie’s all-too-eager swallowing. The sudden moment of release was an erotic spike, sending the energy in the room into some kind of lusty frenzy. Aggie and Milkette both squirmed, the girls tensing their thighs almost in unison, their petals all hot and bothered at the same time. But in the haze Milkette managed to realize that she’d promptly been beaten in approximately one minute and fifty-six seconds.\n\n\t“Whoa whoa whoa! Hey! HEY!” Milkette started shouting again, “What the hell?!”\n\n\tAggie opened her eyes and looked Milkette’s way a moment. She smoothly withdrew from Ruther’s twitching, orgasm-riding dick until it popped free of her mouth and continued spraying cum into the air like a hose right over her and onto the floor. She didn’t respond right away, but seemed to search for the words a moment… though really she was just stalling, so she could respond with a cute little burp.\n\n\t“Oops,” She covered her mouth, “I win.”\n\n\tDistracted only momentarily by the goopey arc of dragon-cum flying through the air, Milkette snapped back to attention. “Like hell!” She fumed, pushing forwards to shove Aggie aside, “Best two out of three! You didn’t tell me this kid was a minute man!”\n\n\tAggie huffed when she was shoved aside, pushing back a little against Milkette. “Doesn’t matter, I win!” She said, “You’re just a sore loser!”\n\n\tMilkette strong-armed the smaller girl and pushed her to the side. She didn’t waste any time in standing and turning away from Ruther to bend over and stick her rear back towards him. She shook her hips, bouncing the half-moon cheeks to get his attention. “Hey!” She said, “Take a look here, quick-shot!”\n\n\tRuther was all tingly after his orgasm. The sheer quantity of dragon seed wasn’t just for show, they took a bit out of him! He panted and tried to catch his breath, but found the ass of a rather peeved mouse thrust back against his body before he could really get any time to recuperate. He blinked several times as he focused his full attention on the rounded, gelatin-wobbly butt cheeks of chocolate brown, marked with the same lighter, creamed-coffee fur that covered Milkette’s front. The lighter shade made a pattern over her rear from between her legs that spread out over her cheeks like a little heart. The whole thing was barely hidden behind a black thong.\n\n\tRuther’s dick jumped to attention, bobbing up between Milkette’s legs.\n\n\t“That’s right!” She said, eying the inches upon inches of red dick that pushed out beneath her, “I’ve got something here that your skinny little friend doesn’t – a properly fuckable, big, round, bouncy, fat ass! And by the looks of it, you like that ‘flabby part’ just fine! So what’re you waiting for? Have at it!”\n\n\tRuther was speechless and had to take a moment to fully realize the invitation he’d been given. It didn’t take long after that for him to shove his whole hands against Milkette’s rear end to mash those bubble-round cheeks into different shapes. She gasped, the sound at just the right pitch to echo in Ruther’s loins, and the boy hungrily continued mauling the woman’s rear. He pushed her butt cheeks together, spread them apart, rolled them around, squeezed and bounced them, moving them in various ways and watching how all the weight dispersed all the while. Milkette was right, Aggie’s butt wasn’t the same as hers. Aggie’s was a round bubble, yes, but it was firmer than Milkette’s own. Milkette’s was bigger, heavier, softer, and moved so much differently… Ruther was fascinated. He always loved new experiences.\n\n\tAnd so he continued his play, much to Aggie’s annoyance.\n\n\t“Hey, Ruther, what’re you doing? You can stop now!” She crossed her arms.\n\n\t“Ah don’t listen to her,” Milkette looked back over her shoulder, “You just gonna touch it? Or are you gonna take it?”\n\n\tRuther chose the latter, and stepped back so his cock could flag up and push between Milkette’s succulent cheeks. He grabbed hold of her by her cinched waist and pushed his hips until his dick was wedged firmly betwixt her buttocks. Milkette perked up at the warmth she felt from that impressive tool. Perhaps it had something to do with his energy or the fact that he was a Dragon, but Ruther’s cock was literally hot; not scalding or burning, but comfortable like putting a hot water bottle against her body. Ruther began to buck and grind, humping at Milkette’s barely covered backside with fervor. Its shape was easily distinguishable; the bulk of its underside, the dully throbbing veins, and the pulsations in tune with his excited heartbeat, all easily felt. The thin strip of cloth he rubbed furiously against made it feel that much more exciting, and every pass was smooth. Milkette’s thighs flexed out of her control, her ass trembled, and her abdomen felt all aflutter.\n\n\tA hard hotdogging like that was as much torment as it was delightful. The act made Milkette want more, but it felt good enough that she didn’t mind riding it out. She let Ruther have his fun what with him being so absorbed in his task. He was happily humping away, hands gripping her tightly, eyes closed, tongue pushed out as if he were focusing intensely on a masterpiece. After a while, the mouse woman began to move, sliding her rear back against him with expert rocks and rolls of her hips. It was almost exquisite how she glided along, her flesh encasing and rubbing against his. The two of them moved well against one another and soon the thrusts were becoming jerking bucks that thrust Ruther’s dick up into the air behind the Lichmouse.\n\n\tWhen Milkette felt the dribbling of Ruther’s pre-cum against her lower back, she looked Aggie right in the eye and smirked. Her eyes took on their inky blackness once more as if to further taunt the girl, as if Milkette’s arms pushing her tremendous breasts together as she kept her hands held upon her knees wasn’t annoying enough.\n\n\t“Yeah, you like that,” Milkette huffed, “Do it harder, come on! Really get in there, I’m not made of paper!”\n\n\tShe gasped as Ruther slammed his hips against her backside and made her bounce forwards, nearly knocking her off balance had it not been for his own strong grip holding her up. He did just as she demanded, and seemed to pack more muscle into every lunge. His cute little body didn’t look as if it should have been so strong, but more than once Milkette thought her toes were going to lift off the ground thanks to his eager pulling. She planted her feet and bounced back against him in earnest, her hair tossing around and causing the little jeweled crown upon her head to tumble off onto the floor. The two of them moaned to one another, caught up in their act, and Ruther began building rapidly to his peak. Aggie couldn’t do much more than watch – and watch she did, in flustered excitement as she watched Ruther’s cock bulk up for his release.\n\n\tIt came on the sound of a cute, growling grunt. Suddenly, with wet, slapping spurts Ruther set off like a little geyser. He sent a familiar, unbroken arc of cum into the air that fell upon Milkette’s back. The spunk was hot, hotter than even Ruther’s dick by a little bit. Feeling it hit her exposed lower back, Milkette tensed up on her toes and went rigid. She bit her lip and failed to stifle a squeaking sound of pleasure. She shuddered as she felt that sticky goop pool over and drip down her back in surging waves, making a mess of her fur as it ran down her legs and dripped off her abdomen. It just poured on and on, and Milkette seemed to relish in the overly generous, and extremely plentiful flow. She, too, reached a climax within those moments.\n\n\tRuther panted heavily, drooling a little onto the mess he left on Milkette’s back. The Lichmouse trembled and kept her legs locked just to stand, head hung low in pleasure-wrought inebriation.\n\n\t“You… cum like a fucking fire hose,” Milkette breathed, “Fuck, I love it. Mmf! I wish it didn’t stop.”\n\n\tShe lifted her head to find herself face to face with the much smaller Aggie. She did not look impressed. Milkette just lifted a hand and waved to her, making her breasts sway and bobble. “Hi there,” She grinned.\n\n\tAggie cupped Milkette’s cheeks and bunched them up, puckering out the woman’s lips and making her look a little dumbstruck.\n\n\t“Move,” The girl heaved. She pulled Milkette away and made her stumble in her high-heeled boots until she fell to the floor on shaky legs. Aggie then stepped past her and to Ruther. The silver dragon appeared to be worn ragged, but looked down at Aggie as she took hold of his hands and looked up at him. Her expression softened into a sweet smile, and she instructed him gently to lay out on the floor on his back. He didn’t say anything, but nodded and complied.\n\n\tThe violet demoness settled herself astraddle his legs, and guided his softening cock towards her body to embrace it. It fit easily between her sizable breasts, placed only on exposed furry flesh thanks to her scant V-sling. Ruther watched her in a haze as she squeezed him close and dipped her head down to plant soft kisses along the length of his cock. He was sorely erect again in moments, the flesh of his hard-on feeling tender from its lack of rest. Serial orgasm or no, Ruther couldn’t help but stand rigid before Aggie, and compared to her little frame he appeared so much bigger in comparison. Aggie’s touch was soft and her attentions were light, treating Ruther’s tool delicately as if it were fragile in its current state. She nursed it, made sure it was big, stiff and throbbing once more, and then smiled at Ruther again. Ruther smiled back, and placed one of his hands on her thigh and gave it a squeeze. The girl nodded and then rose to her feet.\n\n\tMilkette watched, the seed upon her body beginning to cool in the air, as Aggie moved herself to stand spread-legged over her friend. In one hand, she gripped his cock and kept it standing up, the glans of it brushing against her crotch. With her other hand, she hooked a finger into her little risqué bikini and pulled the fabric away to expose herself and align Ruther’s cock with her own hot, dripping nethers. There was a moment where they just stood like that, with Aggie breathing deeply to relax herself. Milkette stared, comparing the size of Ruther’s dick with Aggie’s whole body, and wondering if she really intended to do what she was so obviously set up to. No matter how daunting the task appeared to be, however, Aggie wasn’t deterred. Soon she pushed the tip against her waiting tunnel and gyrated her hips around to teasingly wiggle that big red rod about.\n\n\tThree times around in a circular motion, and Aggie slowed to a stop, reared up, and then plunged down. Allowing her legs to slacken gravity took her and her small body took in that big draconic cock with a loud, sloppy *SCHLRP!* The sound paled to Aggie and Ruther’s loud moans as the little demon mouse took in every last inch to the very base in a quick descent. Watching it disappear into Aggie so quickly had Milkette’s dark eyes wide in awe, and the Lich could feel ghostly sensations in her own lower body as she tried to imagine just how deeply embedded Ruther was inside his friend. He ought to have been buried right up into her belly, without a doubt, and yet she seemed far from inconvenienced.\n\n\tAggie looked to be on pins and needles, shuddering from her loins up to the tips of her round ears. She took in a deep breath that quivered, and let it all out in a pleasured sigh. Ruther panted as well, trying to keep his breathing as steady as he could and attempting not to squirm. Aggie’s body squeezed him, but he seemed to fit like a glove. Not too tight, but tight enough, Ruther felt every inch of him surrounded by the accommodating warmth of Aggie’s specifically trained vaginal muscles. They tightened and released around him in motions she was very clearly enacting with a little effort from her. It was almost like a little dance, a gentle swaying and grinding motion as she settled on top of him.\n\n\tShe leaned forwards a little and placed her hands upon Ruther’s chest. Fluid of her arousal drooled over Ruther’s balls as she readied herself. Her silky raven hair fell over him, tickling his scales as he stared up at her. She just smiled at him and whispered, “Don’t hold back.”\n\n\tThen she began to ride him, lifting her hips and thrusting them back down hard upon him. Her firm, bubbly little butt bounced around when she smacked her hips back against his, and when she found a smooth rhythm, she began to pant and gasp. Ruther reached up to take hold of her hands, bracing her so she needn’t lean forward too far. They locked their fingers together dearly and their eyes never left one another’s during the act. Aggie’s nubile form moved with the timing of a metronome, able to lift herself and fall back down into him with in equal spacing. She took him all in every time, and every time she felt him knocking at her innermost parts, she let out a little gasp or ‘oh’ into the air.\n\n\tThey started to mutter reach other’s names as they coupled. They seemed to distance themselves from reality, and the act wasn’t part of some competition anymore. Milkette was a ghost to them as they made love – not fucked – and enjoyed one another’s bodies and the pleasure they could bring. Milkette watched them, but her anger seemed to ebb away as her cheeks bore a rosy blush. She wasn’t watching a couple of animals do it… she was watching some kind of poetry in motion. It was beautiful, in a way; their lust was tempered into passion, and their desire was more heartfelt. Aggie’s movements weren’t the same as when she’d sucked Ruther’s cock, or when Ruther had thoroughly enjoyed Milkette’s rear… it was all different.\n\n\tSuddenly, Milkette wasn’t so sure about their bet. Ruther held out longer, naturally due to how much he’d been set off already; but even then his toes curled and he began to push his hips up into Aggie when she’d bounce her weight atop him. Needy flexes of his butt help him bounce his hips, rutting back into her and returning in part the pleasure she was gracing him with. Aggie threw her head back and moaned all the louder, loving every inch of the dragon that she could get inside her and indulging in the bliss he felt for every erotic moment. It was just in her nature to feed off his pleasure, but his was a special treat. His feelings were honest and pure, more than just having a hole to enjoy. Aggie was special to him in some way.\n\n\tMilkette winced when the two of them moaned out to the heavens, and they came together. The gushing of Ruther’s load entering the mouse was a dulled sound deep inside Aggie’s body that dragged on and on. He flooded her, filled her, and hardly a dribble escaped her needy clutches as she kept herself pinned down on him. Their sex had halted and they hardly moved, they just trembled and squirmed as they came, seldom flicking their hips against one another in spastic motions beyond their control. Aggie’s tummy rounded, filling out with Ruther’s load, and she treated it like a blessed gift. She loved it, and used her little spaded tail to rub Ruther’s balls, making it clear to him that she wanted every last bit he could offer. Their audience could only imagine what it felt like as she watched Aggie’s tummy round out like a basketball.\n\n\tIt ended with the two of them grinding against one another, returning to the lusty, needy, animalistic norm that had proceeded during the ‘event.’\n\n\tAggie purred and relaxed herself against Ruther a little, lifting her hips upward slowly as if to remove herself from the dick she’d speared herself onto. Rather than do that, however, she lowered herself again in another descent that joined them once more at Ruther’s base. “Let’s do it again,” She panted.\n\n\t“Y-Yeah!” Ruther moaned, pushing his hips up exhaustedly to meet her.\n\n\t“Mmm, Ruther…!” Aggie squeaked as they started anew, the chamber beginning to echo once more with the wet slapping sounds of their coupling.\n\n\tMilkette reeled a little. “Oh come on,” She said under her breath, “This is bullshit. Stupid cute, sexy demon dragon… people. Fine. Keep your stupid power. I don’t even need it.”\n\n\tWith her grumping thoroughly ignored by the loving pair, Milkette rose to her feet and turned to storm out of the chamber.\n\n\t--\n\n\tHer return to Nori’s castle was announced by the door to her arcade crypt flying off its hinges in a cold-fire blast. Switch perked up from a nap quickly to yelp and squeeze in against the wall so the door could crash by and slide across the floor. Milkette marched by only moments later, head wreathed in blazing blue so intense the flames were nearly white. Her dark eyes glared straight ahead and the intense vascularity strangling her blackened arms was so furiously engorged that the veins crept across her temples and forehead. Her claws scraped the wall over Switch’s head, causing sparks to bounce and fly in their wake. She didn’t regard the bottom-heavy pup, and instead marched right past him and deeper into the castle.\n\n\tShe arrived in a sitting room where a reptilian minion had planted himself in a familiar ass-groove on the couch. He didn’t notice her at first, lazily flipping through channels on the large-screen television in the lounge-like area. It wasn’t until her prodigious breasts overshadowed him and the immediate area around him was bathed in flickering blue light that he noticed her towering over him at seemingly several feet more than her normal size. He jumped upon seeing her and curled his legs up onto the sofa, clenching his arms against his chest in a cowering bundle.\n\n\t“M-M-Milkette! I mean, Princess! H-Hey!” He shed a fearful smile, “H-How was the underworld?”\n\n\tHer claws sunk into the arm of the couch, tearing out the cottony stuffing as she raked them across the fabric before lifting the sofa up several feet off the ground. The poor bangaa tumbled down the created slope to the far side and off the other arm.\n\n\t“Carmine. Bath. Now.” Milkette spoke in a doubling echo.\n\n\tCarmine peeked up over the edge of the couch. “Of course! I’ll, uh, run you a bath! You must be tired from all that soul-sucking and stuff, so I’ll just do that now!” He said, scrambling to his feet and hurrying off, “I’ll just be two seconds please don’t kill me!”\n\n\tMilkette turned to sulk after him, stopping only when she met eyes with an astoundingly calm, dragon of an off-yellow colour - Siege. An utter tower of a man, Siege stared at her with ruby red eyes. He stood unmoving as Milkette approached and looked him straight in the eye and stood taller than even he was. He took one bite of a sandwich he was eating and chewed it in silence as the two stared at one another.\n\n\t“Lose a bet?” He asked when he finally swallowed.\n\n\tFrom outside the room there was a flash of bright light and the sound of scorching flame. Milkette stalked out moments later, and the dragon followed behind her slowly. He stopped at the doorway, his clothes burned to near tatters, a small blue flame flickering off the bangs of his blonde crew cut. His body was covered in various cold burns but he hardly seemed impeded. He took another bite of his sandwich as the angry mouse-lich went away to her bath.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
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\tIt has many names – Hell, the Underworld, the Netherworld, Hades, Niflheim, among others – but it’s not quite what people often expect. For one, it’s not all fire and brimstone… only some parts of it are, but those usually belong to high-end Wrath demons, devils, drakes, and so on. Some parts of it are eerily lavish and decadent, others are icy and frozen, and some are just a foggy mire. The Underworld is no less varied than the Overworld, from its locales to its denizens; the only real difference is who’s in charge. Areas and creatures tend to take on the form of whatever boogeyman or creepy megalomaniac sat in a position of leadership. It’s a constant power struggle fueled by sin and misery, and a culture completely separate (perhaps, depending on who you ask) from our own. Most of the time it doesn’t really bother anything, but anyone can tell you a tale of when the infighting bled off into the mortal realm. It’s just how things have been since forever.

\tThat being said, it made for an interesting tourist spot. Milkette Souris almost enjoyed going from layer to layer and seeing just how far the depths of depravity would reach. She met all sorts of interesting characters down there, but she never really got to know them before killing them and siphoning their power for herself. That power came from souls, which were basically wealth down in the Underworld. Souls contained energy, they represented power, and they made the denizens of the Underworld stronger just for holding them. The more souls one could accumulate, mortal or otherwise, the higher their standing in the hierarchy. Therein lied the struggle for power – mortal souls were shockingly hard to get a hold of, and so demons typically resorted to stealing them from one another in order to satiate their endless hunger for the damn things.

\tMilkette needed them too. She wasn’t a demon, she didn’t live down in hell, but she’d become part of one of the largest atrocities that mortal men had ever participated in: she was a Lich. By the use of powerful magicks her body was made to be immortal. There was, however, one catch and that was that Milkette wasn’t exactly, or properly, “mortal” to begin with. Starting life as something closer to a homunculus, she had no soul to offer. Every Lich had a phylactery, an object of their choosing in which their soul would be housed for all eternity, causing them to live only so long as the object remained intact. In order for her to remain immortal, Milkette needed to provide other souls, pumping them into her phylactery like gasoline into a car. It was more fuel-efficient than any Prius, but Milkette wasn’t the kind of girl to take souls from poor, innocent saps… so she settled instead for robbing the Underworld of their often ill-gotten stash.

\tIt was a rough start, but she’d gotten to the point where she can take a weekend out of the month to go “soul spelunking” and generally come out okay. She did so by way of a portal created in the palace of the man she had to thank for her never-dying situation. From there she delved in, mugged a bunch of demons, and would be back in time for ice cream and board games. If she messed up? She’d be reborn back at the palace at the expense of a great deal of soul power. Fortunately she’d gotten rather good at it, knowing how to pick and choose her marks, because the whole thing was a game of finding one-sided conflicts and snowballing.

\tSpeaking of which…

\tA glass ceiling shattered with a loud crash, the body of a small, round demon falling in through the broken hole out of the darkness above. The fat, flabby, bloated humanoid shape of the little demon crashed through a long, finely-crafted dining table, breaking the surface in two and bucking up the far ends as if the rotund baby of a creature weighed far more than its size might suggest. Blue flames fizzled out on its stringy hairs as it lay dead in a pile of splinters on a cold, finely-polished linoleum tile. The other occupants of the fine dining room – two more demons of equally round shape, with equally useless little wings and stumpy little legs and arms – looked alarmed at their kin’s falling, and they hustled to investigate with a lot of panting and gurgled grunts sounding their effort.

They stopped dead in their tracks as the form of a woman descended upon them. She drifted delicately down, slowly and carefully, until the pointed toes of her long boots touched the floor. Whatever force slowed her fall disappeared then, and she settled her weight down on her high heels with a jiggle that ran throughout her prominent curves. The little demon creatures blinked their squinted eyes at Milkette Souris. She wasn’t what one might expect from a Lich… In fact she appeared to be mortal. Her short, but voluptuous body was unmarred, her brown fur coat was smooth and her long hair was well-brushed. Her large, expressive eyes were a lovely sapphire blue, and she looked every bit as lively as any mortal ought to.

She was, however, dressed like some sort of dominatrix in navy blue leathers. The top cinched her waist and cupped her mountainous breasts from their outsides, creating an unobstructed line of cleavage from the bottom of the round, soft swells to the top. Her neck was left bare and her shoulders were exposed, but the fabric of her top did wrap around her biceps in mock sleeves. Her legs were clad in knee-high boots with pointed toes and inches tall heels, her leggings beneath only covering up to her thighs in a black spandex material. Her modesty was only, but barely, preserved by a black thong that clung to her wide, rolling hips and revealed more buttock than covered anything. Slender fingers rested exposed from fingerless leather gloves to match, and the top had long white ribbon tassels on the back that flowed freely.

She would have fit in perfectly with the lust demons of other netherrealms, but her tight clothing and heavy curves lacked the dark, sinister vibe they held… especially since, upon her head, she wore a small golden crown and a pair of white-framed goggles with orange lenses.

“Hello chumps!” The mouse-woman announced, planting her hands authoritatively on her hips, “I’m here to see your boss! Care to show me the way?”

The little demons blinked a few more times and shared a look. Rather than cooperate, they turned their attention up to her and reared their little claws up ready to strike.

“Man…” Milkette sighed, closing her eyes and rubbing the bridge of her nose as if nursing a headache, “Why can’t you guys ever just cooperate?”

The demons leapt at her. When she opened her eyes once more, they had changed. Before they were pearlescent white with sapphire blue irises, but they had taken on a much darker form in that moment. Inky pools of liquid shadow housed blue irises that burned from within the blackened depths with power. She focused on nothing, staring intensely straight ahead at one of the finely-painted walls. With a firm thrust of her arm out to her side, the area around her lit up in an eruption of blue fire. The fire was so cold to the touch that it burned flesh, numbed bones, and could have frozen the air in a man’s lungs. It ‘burned’ so brightly that the depths of the flame were white, and it engulfed the leaping demons only half a second before they were upon her. Their silhouetted forms burned away in the flame, disintegrating into ash. If one blinked, they may have missed it.

When the flames died down, Milkette’s dark eyes focused on her fingers, which she was studying for no apparent reason since she didn’t have nails to check for a marred manicure. Still, she acted out the action with a huff. The burned-away forms of all three demons left behind only a sort of vapor that resonated with thrumming power. All of that vapor drifted to and was absorbed into her body.

“Those mooks are hardly worth anything,” She spoke aloud to herself, “But I have a feeling I know just where I’m going.”

Milkette always wondered why Gluttony and Greed weren’t just the same thing. The lavish dining hall she stood in was decorated like it ought to house a king and queen, and an extended royal family. The furniture was all very large, as even the table stood taller than Milkette did, along with cushioned chairs and hutch cabinets. The tassels on the curtains that draped around the tall windows were probably dusted with gold, and the food that had since been thrown around the room upon her entrance was all so needlessly decadent. Gluttony seemed pretty greedy to her, what with needing those sorts of accommodations in order to satisfy one’s hunger.

The upside was that it made Gluttony Lords easy to find. At the far side of the dining hall was one big, lavish door that looked like it had gold embroidery embedded right into black onyx, and a variety of colourful gem orbs near each corner. That had to be where she was headed, and she knew it before – she had really asked those underlings to help her because she enjoyed one-liners. Those made the chore of collecting souls more fun. Too bad no one was around to see her vaporize a bunch of gross, obese demon pygmies. Sometimes she wished her outfit had a pocket in it just so she could bring her phone and take some videos back to Nori.

Milkette’s boots clacked with her every step, echoing through the now empty dining hall. As she neared the elaborate door, she could feel the presence of a powerful Demon Lord on the other side. The power felt much stronger than the underlings she’d thwarted to get into the realm – from the Gargoyle-like doormen to the little fat pygmy servants. She couldn’t help but grin, however. It was strong, but not nearly as strong as the power she’d spent so much time lovingly cultivating. From what she’d heard, the Demon Lord Crassus, who was to reside on the other side of that door, only got all this power by carefully organizing a syndicate of underlings to get souls for him. Seemed like a waste as far as Milkette was concerned – she much rather enjoyed going and fetching it all herself.

When her fingers pressed against the heavy stone door, the light, creamy fur of her fingers shed away to wicked-looking, blackened flesh and sharp claws that blended with the door. Her features were framed by the dead, onyx flesh, as had her arms and neck. Her body maintained a certain vascularity that her lack of muscularity would have made impossible, and the visible veins that choked her cheeks, sternum, and arms all pulsated with glowing blue energy much like the colour of her deep, dark eyes. Her fur had dulled, its original chocolate splendor marred with a gray tint, and her long locks of milky brown hair had all but disappeared. Blue flame instead mimicked the shape of her hair, flickering atop her head in constant motion. It made her look a bit like Hades from Disney’s Hercules movie… probably more attractive too, even if she was no James Woods.

Milkette scraped her claws against the door a moment before spreading her palm flat against the surface and pushing it ajar. The door opened into a sitting room… or at least it looked like a sitting room, in any case. Just like the dining set, all of the furniture in the room had been made for a creature several times larger than Milkette was. The fireplace that lit the room stretched across the wall, and inside the flames were the forms of tortured souls. They screamed and wailed, but quietly enough to provide a low noise that could get lost in the crackling of the flames they burned in. Monstrous decapitated heads lined the walls like game trophies, and one chair had been settled in the center of the room upon a rug that quite literally writhed and squirmed underfoot.

Upon that chair sat Crassus, his body so utterly engulfed in layers of fat, rolls, and folds that he appeared sluggish. It was difficult to say whether he had legs at all, but he certainly had tiny arms that had long since been swallowed by his bulk. With no visible neck, his dome-like head appeared quite comical rising from his upper body. His many eyes were squinted, the cheeks of his splitting maw sagged, and his breathing was hoarse and wheezy. Crassus was a disgusting creature.

“Hey, fatass!” Milkette called into the room to rouse the Demon Lord, “I hope you had some bacon today, because… uh… because that’s what I’d want to have before I die a horrible death!”

\tShe proceeded into the sitting room confidently. She walked with a knowing stride, careful steps, and swaying hips towards the beast that towered over her. Crassus remained silent, much to Milkette’s chagrin. “Don’t you have anything to say? Or do you have too much fat blocking your ears?” She asked.

\tThen Crassus fell. With one last hoarse gasp for air his bloated body flopped out of his chair and fell with a thunderous splat like a drowned corpse onto the floor. Milkette had to stop in her tracks when the demon fell, as his bald little head landed only an inch from her feet. His fall shook the room, sending a rumble throughout, but the lich remained unstartled. She instead blinked her dark eyes at the prone, sluggish creature in confusion.

\t“I’ve had lots of guys fall at my feet before, but this is ridiculous,” She said, “Uh, Crassus?”

\t*PFFFRRT*

\tThe last sound Crassus ever made was a gassy one, one that sounded like a trumpet to signal his departure. His body then began to bubble and boil, and then melt. As if his pasty flesh had been made of wax, he dripped and dropped, his flesh running off him. His whole structure collapsed into the floor, turning into a liquid pool at Milkette’s feet, the likes of which she sought to keep off her boots by taking a step back. Milkette stared in wonder, watching the scene with curious fascination. The Demon Lord dissolved right then and there, sizzling like bacon grease in a hot pan until only the fumes of his departing remained. What was left behind was soul energy so powerful it appeared as a glowing orb of light. Milkette stared into it with her dark gaze, longing for it as it hovered only feet from her.

\tBut all at once the light blipped away, zipping towards the back of the room towards its new host.

\t“Ewww! He farted! Did you hear that Ruther? He totally farted!”

\tMilkette’s gaze swept to the back of the room towards the source of that childlike exclamation, and her eyes befell a small demoness. Purple fur from head to toe encapsulated rodent features not unlike Milkette’s own. The demon was a girl, appearing rather young and diminutive in stature, with long raven black hair. Her tail was spaded and little purple horns could be seen poking up from upon her head. Those traits alone marked her as an obvious demon creature, but the fact that she had breasts the size of small melons really drove the point home. The only thing she wore to cover it was a V-sling bikini, for whatever reason.

\tWith her was a dragon, with silver scales marked with red cuffs around his wrists and ankles, as well as one curious star-shaped marking centered on his chest. He had one big, singular ivory horn sticking out of his forehead that turned upward at a sharp angle near the end, and small red wings that didn’t look like they should have been able to provide him with the ability to actually fly. While not a demon, he was likely immortal, topping off a sense of power that Milkette could pick up on even from across the room. He looked fairly harmless though – he wasn’t tall, didn’t look very old, and was running around little more than some tight black shorts. Unlike his demon companion, he did not look so enthused about his situation.

\t“Can we get out of here now, Aggie? We’re done here now, right?” He asked.

\tMilkette’s eye twitched at she stared across the room at the odd pair. That power she had worked so hard to reach had gone straight to that little demon brat, and she just looked so proud of herself for it. That dragon accomplice of hers noticed Milkette before she did, and when he did he seemed to jump and gulp. That seemed like as good a time as any to snap at them.

\t“What do you think you’re doing?!” Milkette barked, marching over to them as angrily as she possibly could. The flames around her head roared with her anger, flaring up to a more tremendous size and intensity. The dragon backed away as Milkette drew closer, but the demon mouse just turned and stared up at the lich with big, curious brown eyes.

\t“Huh?” She blinked, “Who are you? Oh! Wait! I know you! You’re the one everyone’s calling a… um…”

\tMilkette cocked a brow and ground her teeth.

\tThe girl snapped her fingers and pointed. “Ah! The Soul-Snatching Bastard Whore!”

\tChoosing to ignore that, Milkette leaned down to be closer to eye level with the girl, Aggie. “You stole my kill! You… you… Kill-stealer!” Milkette shouted, “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

\tAggie looked down at the floor, tapping her lip with a finger. “Steal?” She responded, lifting her gaze back to Milkette’s light-swallowing eyes, “I didn’t steal nothing. I just snuck in while everyone was distracted and took all of the fat guy’s souls for myself!”

\tThe girl beamed proudly.

\t“THAT IS STEALING!” Milkette burned, “That soul is supposed to be mine!”

\tAggie took a deep breath and puffed out her cheeks. She glared at Milkette, not intimidated by the older-looking mouse’s displays of anger. “I didn’t see your name on it!” She said indignantly, “And besides, doesn’t that mean that you’re a big stealer too?”

\tMilkette clenched her fists and yelled, “That’s not the same thing at all!”

\tAggie’s dragon friend, Ruther, followed the back-and-forth with his eyes going from one mouse to the other as they got into a rather sudden barking match. He was uneasy, but attempted to step in anyway. “Uh, Aggie? Can we just go?” He asked, “Please? I’d really like to go now.”

\t“Go?!” Milketted snapped at the dragon, making him recoil, “You can’t just go! I’m getting my soul back!”

\t“It’s not yours!” Aggie argued, “I stole it fair and square!”

\t“So you admit it!” Milkette squeaked.

\tAggie crossed her arms and shook her head, “Nuh-uh!”

\tMilkette stopped and backed off, pressing her claws gently against her temples and rubbing soothingly. “Are you fucking kidding me right now,” She said, “Why am I even bothering? I should just tear off your little horns and jam them in your…”

\t“Ah! That’s not how demons do things!” Aggie cut in.

\t“That is exactly how demons do things!” Milkette barked back, “Are you a succubus? I swear to God, if I have to deal with another goddamn succubus I’m going to murder you both and wear you like a coat.”

\t“Alright, come on, that’s enough,” Ruther said, waving his hands a little, “Nobody’s killing anybody.”

\t“That’s right! Because we’ll make a deal,” Aggie said, “That’s what demons do.”

\tMilkette wanted to refute the claim, but stopped short. “I… guess that is something that demons do,” She said. Planting her hands on her hips, she gave the little demon mouse a scrutinizing look and added, “So what’s your deal?”

\tThe smaller mouse bounced on her heels and swung her hands behind her back. Innocent though it may have looked, the bounce of her breasts was all too deliberate. Her dragon cohort noticed it rather readily. “We have a contest, and if I win I keep all the power and you leave us alone,” She said, almost sing-song, “And if you win, then you get the power.”

\tAlthough suspicious, Milkette nodded. “Okay,” She spoke, “Then what’s the contest?”

\t“Your choice!” Aggie threw her arms out to either side, like she was either goading the larger mouse or anticipating a hug.

\t“Really now…” Milkette smirked.

\tShe took a little time to deliberate, trying to decide just what sort of contest she may have the obvious advantage in. She could have gone for a contest of power, trying to bet strength against strength. Aggie, however, may have been far older than she looked and was definitely surrounded by an air of power that she had been trying to hide ever since she was noticed by Milkette. If it wasn’t for the occasional throb of power that Milkette could feel as a wave of warmth washing over her cold extremities, she may have been fooled. In the end it was a risk to pick a fight, and with Aggie’s possible age being far more than Milkette’s, one could have only guessed the wealth of knowledge the deceptively young-looking mouse held.

\tThe only thing Milkette had on Aggie was size. She stood head and shoulders above the smaller mouse, and her body was thicker, heavier in every way. In the underworld, such physical traits didn’t always mean anything – if they had, Crassus wouldn’t have fallen so easily to a little girl. The one thing it did mean, however, was that Milkette had a different appeal to her… an appeal, she noticed, that wasn’t lost on Aggie’s dragon friend. Ruther had more than once looked over her way, even though he often got caught staring at Aggie’s thin-but-chesty figure. His eyes wandered over Milkette’s more supple curves, albeit hesitantly, while Milkette mulled over her options. Their eyes met by chance, and the boy blinked in surprise. Milkette just smirked.

\t“Him,” She pointed one dark, clawed finger at Ruther, “I say we have a little contest to see which one of us gets that guy off first.”

\t“Huh?!” Ruther’s jaw slackened, “Me?”

\tAggie turned to look at Ruther in surprise. “Really?” She asked, “That’d be easy!”

\t“You think so?” Milkette said. She bent down low to try and get at Aggie’s level… seemingly. Really all she did was let her bra-demolishing breasts hang, swaying and wobbling with her movements. Ruther’s eyes were drawn right to them, and Milkette just grinned while looking his way. “If that’s the case, and you think you can win so easily, how about if I win, I get him too?” She added, “Feels like he’s got all kinds of power that’d keep me going for a very long time.”

\tRuther swallowed. To him, it seemed like Milkiette’s burning eyes were staring into him rather than at him.

\t“Alright, come on,” Ruther began to protest.

\t“Yeah, alright! Come on!” Aggie cut in, “I can win this easy-peasy!”

\t“Aggie!!” Ruther gasped.

\t“Right then!” Milkette clapped her hands together, “We each get sixty seconds at a time. When that’s up, we switch. Whoever’s on him when he blows is the winner.”

\t“Fine. With. Me.” Aggie crossed her arms.

\tMilkette stepped forwards and pushed Aggie aside. “I’ll go first,” She invited herself, approaching Ruther. The dragon took only one step back, but found his shoulder grasped by cold, clawed digits to hold him still. Milkette took a good look at him, sizing up his various features. He didn’t look very old… a boy, almost, but for a dragon that could have been a skewed estimate. That worked in his favour, since Milkette was a fan of the cuter sort of boys. Her eyes eventually took in the bulged stuffed into his tight little shorts. She shamelessly sized him up, and to his credit he allowed her to despite seeming a little nervous.

\t“You,” Milkette smiled as she met his eyes again, “Are a very big boy, aren’t you?”

\t“Y-Yeah,” Ruther answered.

\tMilkette’s body reverted, fading back into its mortal form. Her hands smoothed back out, softened with fur and resonated once more with gentle warmth. Her eyes regained their luster, becoming bold sapphires in proper, milky-whites. Ruther relaxed, to no surprise, when the mouse woman’s hair faded back into chocolate tresses much preferable to blue, fiery licks. Milkette was happy to see him ease up a little, even if it was fun to keep him tense for a little while; she knew though that he’d have to be relaxed for her to have any chance of winning back what was rightfully hers. She was already at a disadvantage, and didn’t want to press it.

\t“There you go,” She cooed. Gently she pressed her hand flat against his abdomen, fingers downward, to stroke down his form and work her digits into his shorts. Ruther squirmed as Milkette’s slender fingers dug beneath the fabric as if she’d sprout claws again at any moment, but was only met with the tickling feeling of furred fingers nudging his manhood. Milkette took her time to explore, fingertips teasing around the base of Ruther’s throbbing cock and lower still to cup between his legs and get a feel for his balls. Everything was big, from Ruther’s cock to his nuts; and smooth too! His scales weren’t as… scaley as she was expecting. “Now I won’t get you worked up too quickly,” She said, “After all, it wouldn’t do to have you get all excited just to bust a nut for your little friend. So take it easy for now… You’ll know when you’re allowed.”

\tMilkette’s tone was one part authoritative, and two parts soothing. Ruther wasn’t sure if she was even using any supernatural powers, but her words resonated with him rather powerfully. However it was possible, he felt both at east and on edge, and the feelings went straight to his dick. It stiffened and grew into a proper erection which MIlkette guided from his shorts. She ended up pushing his shorts down around his legs and cradling the fat log of red, pulsating dragon-boy meat in one of her hands. To be fair, it took one whole palm just to hold its underside. Milkette lifted it, examining the shape of the circumcised head, crowned as it was like a big, fat red mushroom. With a little body paint she could’ve made it look like…

\t“Woops,” Milkette smirked, “I’m spacing a little bit. But wowee, look at you! I never would’ve expected a cutie like you to have a five-dollar foot-long packed away. Talk about a grower.”

\t“Thanks, yeah… It’s pretty big!” Ruther said. Milkette chuckled at his almost proud declaration.

\t“You’re pretty honest,” She said. Gripping his shaft in both hands, she stroked it with a tender touch. Her hands glided along his flesh, making him squirm a little bit after only a few pumps. “Sensitive, too! Honest mind, honest body. You just can’t help yourself,” She said, “You can’t even look me in the face! My eyes are up here, buddy.”

\tMilkette snapped her fingers, and Ruther shook his head. He had been distracted by the plunging cleavage Milkette’s unique corset-suit displayed. Her tits burst forth from the opening in the latex and stretched the would-be cups into an obscenely rounded and bubbly shape. Those furry mounds were larger than his head, and larger than Aggie’s own breasts by leagues, and that was no joke. Upon thinking of her, Ruther pried his eyes away from the mouse teasing his dick and turned his attention to Aggie. The younger mouse pouted and glared at the two of them, cheeks all puffed up in annoyance; she knew she was outclassed in terms of body shape and size and she didn’t quite like the idea.

\t“Okay, you had a minute!” Aggie squeaked. She moved in quickly and shoved Milkette aside with surprising strength. She teetered the older mouse over and made her fall onto her butt, and then promptly took her place. “Ruther doesn’t like old ladies with flabby parts,” She prided, “He likes cute girls, and he likes me. Right Ruther?”

\tRuther nodded, “Of course I like you! I like you a lot!”

\t“Ugh, you brat,” Milkette huffed as she got to her knees to sit and watch, “You give me enough time and you’ll see.”

\t“I don’t need more time!” Aggie beamed. She took hold of Ruther’s cock in both of her little hands and fell to her knees before him like she’d done it a million times. “Ready Ruther?” She giggled, “Say ‘ahh.’”

\tRuther tilted his head aside somewhat, “Say…?”

\t“Ahh~” Aggie opened her mouth as wide as she could and swooped down to descend onto Ruther’s dick like a trained predator. In a swift motion she took it into her mouth, and then she reached forwards to grab onto Ruther’s hips and draw him in. With a lewd-sounding gulping hum, Aggie plunged that enormous dragon-cock into her throat, making her neck bulge and her face puff out in a truly overstuffed fashion. Ruther’s expression went through from shock to bliss in half a second, his body trembling and his shoulders relaxing as Aggie took him very nearly to his base. A dopey smile spread across his face and he kind of stared off into space, cooing in some adorable, baby-dragon swoon.

\t“Whooooa, she’s… going for it…!” He moaned.

\tMilkette stared in surprise, jaw slackened. “She really is! Hey! Slow down!” She shouted. Aggie ignored her and carried on, starting to rapidly bob her head, causing that bulge to slip and slide down the length of her neck as Ruther’s cock reached the deepest parts of it time and again. She was more than just eager – she was actually sort of impressive. She made nary a gag and missed not a beat. The only sounds she made were deep breaths and muffled moans of satisfaction. Her breathing was well-paced for her frantic self-inflicted throat-fucking, and her hands even grabbed and rubbed at Ruther’s butt in utter adoration. Something about the exchange put Milkette off… sure Aggie was good, but did they have to be so darn happy about it?

\tAggie pressed the assault, pushing herself against Ruther and holding him tightly with the intent to overwhelm him. While he was distracted just trying to stay standing, Aggie applied the pressure. She sucked hard, the occasional slurping sound created by the vacuum-tight seal of her lips loosening being loud and powerful. She was less bobbing her head and more pulling on the flesh of Ruither’s ruby-red dick, jerking him off with her lips while it was obvious by the way her cheeks sometimes bulged that she was whipping her tongue about in a frenzy too. Ruther looked ready to collapse, but Aggie kept him standing with a strong and needy grip on him. Every now and then when she reached his base, she even nuzzled his tummy.

\tRuther’s eyes rolled back as he grabbed hold of Aggie’s head and pulled her towards him. The girl moved smoothly with his efforts, and took any moment of respite to draw back only to have him pull her back in. The boy panted into the air and moaned in loving chorus for the little demon girl as she worked her magic. All of it happened with Milkette just watching, and even she felt heated doing just that. Apart from being one of the more eager blowjobs she’d ever seen, it was one of the most adorable ones as well.

\tShe watched, almost too distracted to notice that when Aggie drew back to Ruther’s very tip and sucked so hard her cheeks collapsed in that her fingers got up to some dirty work. Just one snuck in between Ruther’s butt cheeks and pushed hard to enter his rear. Ruther obviously didn’t expect this from the way his eyes shot open and he got an adorably terrified look on his face. Aggie pushed her finger in half way past the first knuckle, and she must have found a button in there, because Ruther suddenly squealed some kind of cute dragon roar and tangled his stubby fingers into Aggie’s black hair. Milkette could hear him cumming from where she sat, hearing the muffled sounds of his seed spraying into Aggie’s mouth, and Aggie’s all-too-eager swallowing. The sudden moment of release was an erotic spike, sending the energy in the room into some kind of lusty frenzy. Aggie and Milkette both squirmed, the girls tensing their thighs almost in unison, their petals all hot and bothered at the same time. But in the haze Milkette managed to realize that she’d promptly been beaten in approximately one minute and fifty-six seconds.

\t“Whoa whoa whoa! Hey! HEY!” Milkette started shouting again, “What the hell?!”

\tAggie opened her eyes and looked Milkette’s way a moment. She smoothly withdrew from Ruther’s twitching, orgasm-riding dick until it popped free of her mouth and continued spraying cum into the air like a hose right over her and onto the floor. She didn’t respond right away, but seemed to search for the words a moment… though really she was just stalling, so she could respond with a cute little burp.

\t“Oops,” She covered her mouth, “I win.”

\tDistracted only momentarily by the goopey arc of dragon-cum flying through the air, Milkette snapped back to attention. “Like hell!” She fumed, pushing forwards to shove Aggie aside, “Best two out of three! You didn’t tell me this kid was a minute man!”

\tAggie huffed when she was shoved aside, pushing back a little against Milkette. “Doesn’t matter, I win!” She said, “You’re just a sore loser!”

\tMilkette strong-armed the smaller girl and pushed her to the side. She didn’t waste any time in standing and turning away from Ruther to bend over and stick her rear back towards him. She shook her hips, bouncing the half-moon cheeks to get his attention. “Hey!” She said, “Take a look here, quick-shot!”

\tRuther was all tingly after his orgasm. The sheer quantity of dragon seed wasn’t just for show, they took a bit out of him! He panted and tried to catch his breath, but found the ass of a rather peeved mouse thrust back against his body before he could really get any time to recuperate. He blinked several times as he focused his full attention on the rounded, gelatin-wobbly butt cheeks of chocolate brown, marked with the same lighter, creamed-coffee fur that covered Milkette’s front. The lighter shade made a pattern over her rear from between her legs that spread out over her cheeks like a little heart. The whole thing was barely hidden behind a black thong.

\tRuther’s dick jumped to attention, bobbing up between Milkette’s legs.

\t“That’s right!” She said, eying the inches upon inches of red dick that pushed out beneath her, “I’ve got something here that your skinny little friend doesn’t – a properly fuckable, big, round, bouncy, fat ass! And by the looks of it, you like that ‘flabby part’ just fine! So what’re you waiting for? Have at it!”

\tRuther was speechless and had to take a moment to fully realize the invitation he’d been given. It didn’t take long after that for him to shove his whole hands against Milkette’s rear end to mash those bubble-round cheeks into different shapes. She gasped, the sound at just the right pitch to echo in Ruther’s loins, and the boy hungrily continued mauling the woman’s rear. He pushed her butt cheeks together, spread them apart, rolled them around, squeezed and bounced them, moving them in various ways and watching how all the weight dispersed all the while. Milkette was right, Aggie’s butt wasn’t the same as hers. Aggie’s was a round bubble, yes, but it was firmer than Milkette’s own. Milkette’s was bigger, heavier, softer, and moved so much differently… Ruther was fascinated. He always loved new experiences.

\tAnd so he continued his play, much to Aggie’s annoyance.

\t“Hey, Ruther, what’re you doing? You can stop now!” She crossed her arms.

\t“Ah don’t listen to her,” Milkette looked back over her shoulder, “You just gonna touch it? Or are you gonna take it?”

\tRuther chose the latter, and stepped back so his cock could flag up and push between Milkette’s succulent cheeks. He grabbed hold of her by her cinched waist and pushed his hips until his dick was wedged firmly betwixt her buttocks. Milkette perked up at the warmth she felt from that impressive tool. Perhaps it had something to do with his energy or the fact that he was a Dragon, but Ruther’s cock was literally hot; not scalding or burning, but comfortable like putting a hot water bottle against her body. Ruther began to buck and grind, humping at Milkette’s barely covered backside with fervor. Its shape was easily distinguishable; the bulk of its underside, the dully throbbing veins, and the pulsations in tune with his excited heartbeat, all easily felt. The thin strip of cloth he rubbed furiously against made it feel that much more exciting, and every pass was smooth. Milkette’s thighs flexed out of her control, her ass trembled, and her abdomen felt all aflutter.

\tA hard hotdogging like that was as much torment as it was delightful. The act made Milkette want more, but it felt good enough that she didn’t mind riding it out. She let Ruther have his fun what with him being so absorbed in his task. He was happily humping away, hands gripping her tightly, eyes closed, tongue pushed out as if he were focusing intensely on a masterpiece. After a while, the mouse woman began to move, sliding her rear back against him with expert rocks and rolls of her hips. It was almost exquisite how she glided along, her flesh encasing and rubbing against his. The two of them moved well against one another and soon the thrusts were becoming jerking bucks that thrust Ruther’s dick up into the air behind the Lichmouse.

\tWhen Milkette felt the dribbling of Ruther’s pre-cum against her lower back, she looked Aggie right in the eye and smirked. Her eyes took on their inky blackness once more as if to further taunt the girl, as if Milkette’s arms pushing her tremendous breasts together as she kept her hands held upon her knees wasn’t annoying enough.

\t“Yeah, you like that,” Milkette huffed, “Do it harder, come on! Really get in there, I’m not made of paper!”

\tShe gasped as Ruther slammed his hips against her backside and made her bounce forwards, nearly knocking her off balance had it not been for his own strong grip holding her up. He did just as she demanded, and seemed to pack more muscle into every lunge. His cute little body didn’t look as if it should have been so strong, but more than once Milkette thought her toes were going to lift off the ground thanks to his eager pulling. She planted her feet and bounced back against him in earnest, her hair tossing around and causing the little jeweled crown upon her head to tumble off onto the floor. The two of them moaned to one another, caught up in their act, and Ruther began building rapidly to his peak. Aggie couldn’t do much more than watch – and watch she did, in flustered excitement as she watched Ruther’s cock bulk up for his release.

\tIt came on the sound of a cute, growling grunt. Suddenly, with wet, slapping spurts Ruther set off like a little geyser. He sent a familiar, unbroken arc of cum into the air that fell upon Milkette’s back. The spunk was hot, hotter than even Ruther’s dick by a little bit. Feeling it hit her exposed lower back, Milkette tensed up on her toes and went rigid. She bit her lip and failed to stifle a squeaking sound of pleasure. She shuddered as she felt that sticky goop pool over and drip down her back in surging waves, making a mess of her fur as it ran down her legs and dripped off her abdomen. It just poured on and on, and Milkette seemed to relish in the overly generous, and extremely plentiful flow. She, too, reached a climax within those moments.

\tRuther panted heavily, drooling a little onto the mess he left on Milkette’s back. The Lichmouse trembled and kept her legs locked just to stand, head hung low in pleasure-wrought inebriation.

\t“You… cum like a fucking fire hose,” Milkette breathed, “Fuck, I love it. Mmf! I wish it didn’t stop.”

\tShe lifted her head to find herself face to face with the much smaller Aggie. She did not look impressed. Milkette just lifted a hand and waved to her, making her breasts sway and bobble. “Hi there,” She grinned.

\tAggie cupped Milkette’s cheeks and bunched them up, puckering out the woman’s lips and making her look a little dumbstruck.

\t“Move,” The girl heaved. She pulled Milkette away and made her stumble in her high-heeled boots until she fell to the floor on shaky legs. Aggie then stepped past her and to Ruther. The silver dragon appeared to be worn ragged, but looked down at Aggie as she took hold of his hands and looked up at him. Her expression softened into a sweet smile, and she instructed him gently to lay out on the floor on his back. He didn’t say anything, but nodded and complied.

\tThe violet demoness settled herself astraddle his legs, and guided his softening cock towards her body to embrace it. It fit easily between her sizable breasts, placed only on exposed furry flesh thanks to her scant V-sling.  Ruther watched her in a haze as she squeezed him close and dipped her head down to plant soft kisses along the length of his cock. He was sorely erect again in moments, the flesh of his hard-on feeling tender from its lack of rest. Serial orgasm or no, Ruther couldn’t help but stand rigid before Aggie, and compared to her little frame he appeared so much bigger in comparison. Aggie’s touch was soft and her attentions were light, treating Ruther’s tool delicately as if it were fragile in its current state. She nursed it, made sure it was big, stiff and throbbing once more, and then smiled at Ruther again. Ruther smiled back, and placed one of his hands on her thigh and gave it a squeeze. The girl nodded and then rose to her feet.

\tMilkette watched, the seed upon her body beginning to cool in the air, as Aggie moved herself to stand spread-legged over her friend. In one hand, she gripped his cock and kept it standing up, the glans of it brushing against her crotch. With her other hand, she hooked a finger into her little risqué bikini and pulled the fabric away to expose herself and align Ruther’s cock with her own hot, dripping nethers. There was a moment where they just stood like that, with Aggie breathing deeply to relax herself. Milkette stared, comparing the size of Ruther’s dick with Aggie’s whole body, and wondering if she really intended to do what she was so obviously set up to. No matter how daunting the task appeared to be, however, Aggie wasn’t deterred. Soon she pushed the tip against her waiting tunnel and gyrated her hips around to teasingly wiggle that big red rod about.

\tThree times around in a circular motion, and Aggie slowed to a stop, reared up, and then plunged down. Allowing her legs to slacken gravity took her and her small body took in that big draconic cock with a loud, sloppy *SCHLRP!* The sound paled to Aggie and Ruther’s loud moans as the little demon mouse took in every last inch to the very base in a quick descent. Watching it disappear into Aggie so quickly had Milkette’s dark eyes wide in awe, and the Lich could feel ghostly sensations in her own lower body as she tried to imagine just how deeply embedded Ruther was inside his friend. He ought to have been buried right up into her belly, without a doubt, and yet she seemed far from inconvenienced.

\tAggie looked to be on pins and needles, shuddering from her loins up to the tips of her round ears. She took in a deep breath that quivered, and let it all out in a pleasured sigh. Ruther panted as well, trying to keep his breathing as steady as he could and attempting not to squirm. Aggie’s body squeezed him, but he seemed to fit like a glove. Not too tight, but tight enough, Ruther felt every inch of him surrounded by the accommodating warmth of Aggie’s specifically trained vaginal muscles. They tightened and released around him in motions she was very clearly enacting with a little effort from her. It was almost like a little dance, a gentle swaying and grinding motion as she settled on top of him.

\tShe leaned forwards a little and placed her hands upon Ruther’s chest. Fluid of her arousal drooled over Ruther’s balls as she readied herself. Her silky raven hair fell over him, tickling his scales as he stared up at her. She just smiled at him and whispered, “Don’t hold back.”

\tThen she began to ride him, lifting her hips and thrusting them back down hard upon him. Her firm, bubbly little butt bounced around when she smacked her hips back against his, and when she found a smooth rhythm, she began to pant and gasp. Ruther reached up to take hold of her hands, bracing her so she needn’t lean forward too far. They locked their fingers together dearly and their eyes never left one another’s during the act. Aggie’s nubile form moved with the timing of a metronome, able to lift herself and fall back down into him with in equal spacing. She took him all in every time, and every time she felt him knocking at her innermost parts, she let out a little gasp or ‘oh’ into the air.

\tThey started to mutter reach other’s names as they coupled. They seemed to distance themselves from reality, and the act wasn’t part of some competition anymore. Milkette was a ghost to them as they made love – not fucked – and enjoyed one another’s bodies and the pleasure they could bring. Milkette watched them, but her anger seemed to ebb away as her cheeks bore a rosy blush. She wasn’t watching a couple of animals do it… she was watching some kind of poetry in motion. It was beautiful, in a way; their lust was tempered into passion, and their desire was more heartfelt. Aggie’s movements weren’t the same as when she’d sucked Ruther’s cock, or when Ruther had thoroughly enjoyed Milkette’s rear… it was all different.

\tSuddenly, Milkette wasn’t so sure about their bet. Ruther held out longer, naturally due to how much he’d been set off already; but even then his toes curled and he began to push his hips up into Aggie when she’d bounce her weight atop him. Needy flexes of his butt help him bounce his hips, rutting back into her and returning in part the pleasure she was gracing him with. Aggie threw her head back and moaned all the louder, loving every inch of the dragon that she could get inside her and indulging in the bliss he felt for every erotic moment. It was just in her nature to feed off his pleasure, but his was a special treat. His feelings were honest and pure, more than just having a hole to enjoy. Aggie was special to him in some way.

\tMilkette winced when the two of them moaned out to the heavens, and they came together. The gushing of Ruther’s load entering the mouse was a dulled sound deep inside Aggie’s body that dragged on and on. He flooded her, filled her, and hardly a dribble escaped her needy clutches as she kept herself pinned down on him. Their sex had halted and they hardly moved, they just trembled and squirmed as they came, seldom flicking their hips against one another in spastic motions beyond their control. Aggie’s tummy rounded, filling out with Ruther’s load, and she treated it like a blessed gift. She loved it, and used her little spaded tail to rub Ruther’s balls, making it clear to him that she wanted every last bit he could offer. Their audience could only imagine what it felt like as she watched Aggie’s tummy round out like a basketball.

\tIt ended with the two of them grinding against one another, returning to the lusty, needy, animalistic norm that had proceeded during the ‘event.’

\tAggie purred and relaxed herself against Ruther a little, lifting her hips upward slowly as if to remove herself from the dick she’d speared herself onto. Rather than do that, however, she lowered herself again in another descent that joined them once more at Ruther’s base. “Let’s do it again,” She panted.

\t“Y-Yeah!” Ruther moaned, pushing his hips up exhaustedly to meet her.

\t“Mmm, Ruther…!” Aggie squeaked as they started anew, the chamber beginning to echo once more with the wet slapping sounds of their coupling.

\tMilkette reeled a little. “Oh come on,” She said under her breath, “This is bullshit. Stupid cute, sexy demon dragon… people. Fine. Keep your stupid power. I don’t even need it.”

\tWith her grumping thoroughly ignored by the loving pair, Milkette rose to her feet and turned to storm out of the chamber.

\t--

\tHer return to Nori’s castle was announced by the door to her arcade crypt flying off its hinges in a cold-fire blast. Switch perked up from a nap quickly to yelp and squeeze in against the wall so the door could crash by and slide across the floor. Milkette marched by only moments later, head wreathed in blazing blue so intense the flames were nearly white. Her dark eyes glared straight ahead and the intense vascularity strangling her blackened arms was so furiously engorged that the veins crept across her temples and forehead. Her claws scraped the wall over Switch’s head, causing sparks to bounce and fly in their wake. She didn’t regard the bottom-heavy pup, and instead marched right past him and deeper into the castle.

\tShe arrived in a sitting room where a reptilian minion had planted himself in a familiar ass-groove on the couch. He didn’t notice her at first, lazily flipping through channels on the large-screen television in the lounge-like area. It wasn’t until her prodigious breasts overshadowed him and the immediate area around him was bathed in flickering blue light that he noticed her towering over him at seemingly several feet more than her normal size. He jumped upon seeing her and curled his legs up onto the sofa, clenching his arms against his chest in a cowering bundle.

\t“M-M-Milkette! I mean, Princess! H-Hey!” He shed a fearful smile, “H-How was the underworld?”

\tHer claws sunk into the arm of the couch, tearing out the cottony stuffing as she raked them across the fabric before lifting the sofa up several feet off the ground. The poor bangaa tumbled down the created slope to the far side and off the other arm.

\t“Carmine. Bath. Now.” Milkette spoke in a doubling echo.

\tCarmine peeked up over the edge of the couch. “Of course! I’ll, uh, run you a bath! You must be tired from all that soul-sucking and stuff, so I’ll just do that now!” He said, scrambling to his feet and hurrying off, “I’ll just be two seconds please don’t kill me!”

\tMilkette turned to sulk after him, stopping only when she met eyes with an astoundingly calm, dragon of an off-yellow colour - Siege. An utter tower of a man, Siege stared at her with ruby red eyes. He stood unmoving as Milkette approached and looked him straight in the eye and stood taller than even he was. He took one bite of a sandwich he was eating and chewed it in silence as the two stared at one another.

\t“Lose a bet?” He asked when he finally swallowed.

\tFrom outside the room there was a flash of bright light and the sound of scorching flame. Milkette stalked out moments later, and the dragon followed behind her slowly. He stopped at the doorway, his clothes burned to near tatters, a small blue flame flickering off the bangs of his blonde crew cut. His body was covered in various cold burns but he hardly seemed impeded. He took another bite of his sandwich as the angry mouse-lich went away to her bath.

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