03 Atavism of the Ifrit Read online

  “For that I’m going to give you an extra dose of my aphrodisiac.” And opened her mouth wide enough to reveal one of her hidden fangs.

  “Nice try. Remember last time I was curious?” He chuckled.

  The corner of all her eyes crinkled with mirth. “Yeah. It was great…” She sighed as she finished covering his modesty. “We all love it when you are rough, but that was something all together remarkable.”

  “It reminded me of when Merlin’s spell sent me on a stripping marathon… only I was a sexual deviant.”

  “None of us complained.” Catnis gave him a toothy grin, hiding her spiderlike fangs.

  “But none of you could walk like the first few weeks we all made love before Nell helped all of you to take me more easily. Hell, you were so out of it I accidentally broke one of your legs when I took you from behind.”

  “Women love a little pain with the pleasure you give, Husband.” Catnis touched her snowy scarred neck to clarify her point from his marking it seamlessly all the way around and then touched a few crescents around a nipple she showed him by lowering her dress.

  “Babe,” He rumbled and she beamed, knowing that sound. “put that nipple away before I combust.”

  “You are so easy to get aroused.”

  “It doesn’t help that all my wives are the fairest and most breathtaking that there will ever be.”

  Catnis beamed. “Oh, good boy. Just for that I’ll be sure to give you extra service after the party.” Her left hand trailed down his softly furred chest. “I might even sneak you away for a private fuck in my web outside our home.”

  “Not without the rest of us you won’t!” Sarimee laughed on Kanade’s back. “We got to make sure our king is plenty aware what his wives can do on special occasions such as this.”

  “You mean to tell me every night since we’ve been together you’ve been holding out on me?” Ethan queried his nine-tailed lover.

  The lovely Kitsune gave him a wily smirk that always indicated trouble from the trickster. “You’ll soon see after the celebration.”

  “Yes he will!” Laughed Benilliminia hidden in Kyoko’s blizzard.

  “I wish all of you would let me in so I can see what terrors I’m about to face.” He told the eight insatiable bombshells.

  “Sorry, Darlin’. It’s a wife’s prerogative to keep her man on his toes, or in your case, hooves.” Laughed Kanade along with the others.

  “You girls are incorrigible.”

  “Thank you.” They said in unison and laughed all the harder.

  Arriving just inside the double doors thanks to Villiken’s powers of Translocation, Ethan was stunned and dumbfounded for a moment.

  “Surprise!!!” Screamed upon arrival.

  Instead of a clean, courtyard-like entrance free of debris for the great doors to swing across was a greatly decorated table and feast. Beside it was a squared off dance floor. All around were bright flowers and luminous vines threaded all over. It truly was a planned party that had been managed to be kept secret.

  Benilliminia came up and broke his shock by closing his dropped jaw.

  Around the table was Blake, Reevy, Nell, Magnus, Ellen and Vitalli in their finest ballrooms clothing. Nell and Magnus’ now nine Succubae wives and two Incubus husbands, courtesy of following Kanade’s footsteps in taking the eternal bond, also stood dressed for the occasions. Behind the table stood Kanade’s personal royal Brewmaster Succubus and her six tailed male Kitsune lover that had a solid black coat who also was a great grower for her drinks she makes. Tamaran’s master/mate stood at her side along with all the other seamstresses. Everyone was done up to perfection. The only ridiculous person to make it all somehow less a dream was Baldr wearing none other than a pointed, handmade birthday party hat, but instead read ‘All hail the smartass king!’ in bright, bold lettering.

  Tamaran approached and bowed, “My king.”

  “Nothing’s changed, Tamaran.” Ethan said, recovering his wits.

  “Then Ethan,” She corrected, rising from the bow. “Mistress Kanade commissioned clothes for you for this evening’s celebration.” The Arachne held out silk clothes.

  “Villiken, Send me home so I may properly clothe myself.”

  “Just get dressed, Boyo.” Kira laughed while tearing Baldr’s pointed hat off as soon as she saw he did it behind her back anyway. “It’s not like any of us haven’t seen you naked before. I faintly remember someone strutting down the medical wing wearing nothing other than a smile.”

  “It was one of the funniest thing I had ever seen.” Piped Nell. “Just get dressed like she said, My King.” Nell mockingly bowed at the waist.

  “Fine already.” He grumbled and took off his gauntlets and sat them down alongside his maces to hurriedly slide into a snug three quarter sleeve navy blue top and rather short shots with a curtain cloth hanging down the front. He remembered a similar pattern from Blue Angel Isle and knew it was Kanade’s designs. Kanade loved showing off his shiny, soft red leg fur and made the hanging cloth in the front rather unique to help him reduce discomfort. He could already tell her spells imbued the cloth to comfortably hide his already uncomfortable erection. The snug shirt emphasized his robust and greatly muscled arms and chest.

  “Let’s get this party started!” Sarimee pulled out a remote from her dress and clicked a button that had music blaring a fun beat. Looking closer Ethan discovered the electronic sound system, but the songstresses were none other than Benilliminia and Ivonniq singing a duet. “Who wants to dance with me first?!” she called out.

  “I would.” Flajeen took her hand and together they made way to the dancing area.

  “We can’t let them show us up, Darlin!” Kanade took his hand and dragged them over. On the way he magically transported his gear back to the shelf inside the house.

  Panther was dancing with the six loves of his life and seemed to enjoy it more than all the other Balam and their mates.

  Dancing, eating and lots of drinking followed. Ethan danced with all the women except the Elves he was afraid to step on. Sarimee was by far the best dancer in all known forms and shared her talent mentally, but even then she was the best. Reevy danced with him last and laughs followed the whole time. The only absence was when he broke away from the dance floor to have a snack and tell everyone Zagan’s story. Even Baldr couldn’t find anything funny about the predicament.

  The party lasted another five hours and came to a close with Baldr jumping up onto the table saying “Listen up!” Sarimee turned the music way down till it was background noise. “Before we turn in I have something to say.”

  “When do you ever shut up?” Magnus got a room of laughs at that.

  “Yeah yeah, but I’m serious this time.” Baldr held up his tankard of chilled mead to everyone, but aimed it at the reason for the party. “Ethan, this is all thanks to all your hard ass work. Without you none of it would have been possible. You dying was the best thing that ever happened to the realms. It’s because of you that Floa left Spirit World and was with my father to find they were soul mated. Their marriage let me find my beloved wife Kira. It’s all due to you, my hot blooded friend. For all the shit you endured to get here, you deserve it all. You’ve got yourself a harem of lovely women who will never betray you. You got a team who will follow you to Torment and back without needing to be asked. And you are now the rightful king in charge of it all. Just know I’ve never met a person like you before. You even make demons want to serve you, not just because they want something. That is the mark of a king if ever there was one. You are no warlord. You are king. A king I for one see as my own. I’ve never vowed anything other than loving my wife and took the warriors oath. But this I vow, I’m yours to command, Silver king. If it is within my power, I’ll do it. To Ethan!”

  “To Ethan!” “To the Silver King!” Shouted the crowd in his direction, all holding their drinks up.

  Ethan simply smiled. In the following silence of people drinking he said “And I wouldn’t have made it wi
thout all of your support. Thank you for putting that trust in me.”

  “Alright, let’s get out of here and get some sleep. We’ve a big day for tomorrow’s public announcement.” Blake clapped his now empty hands. “Kira, if you would please.”

  The Transcendant Witch snapped her fingers, sparking blue and the area was cleaned in an instant. “G’night everyone.” She said, taking Baldr’s hand as all who did not reside in here left to return to their own rooms.

  “Now it’s time we give him the real party? What do ya’ll say?” Twanged Kanade mischievously.

  “Dibbs!” Kyoko called out.

  Ethan found out just how frisky eight drunk women could be in the sack. He was in for a sleepless night and loved every second of it.

  Kyoko sat with Flajeen and Catnis at the edge of the bed. In her hand were the solidified tears she shed during Zagan’s story. She said “I want to use them for Uncle, but I do not know just how.”

  Catnis plucked one of the larger than average tear-pearls that were peach pink at the moment. “How about doing the family tombstone you taught me you did in Japan? You know, make a marker so when he dies demons from all over can come visit. You can put the pearls patterned Zagan in kanji and our husband can spell it so they cannot be thieved upon. There should be plenty to make it. You cannot entomb him in ice like you do to favored minions. His wishes are clear to be made into ash and spread over the Sahara where he met Binah.” Catnis put the tear back in the bowl Kyoko held in her naked lap.

  “Seconded.” The Dragewete piped. “Tears from his niece will be the legacy future generations will remember. And if there isn’t plenty of your tears, we can cut them in half and still work well. These tears should not be used for currency or placed in the vault.”

  “I agree.” Kyoko admitted. “The question now is how big of a marker shall we make and out of what.”

  “I can melt a piece of wall to extract diamond with my acid?” proposed Flajeen.

  “And I know Sarimee can place Mattein plants if we hollow the inside so the monument will shine bright for all who come to see.”

  “Oh, great idea. Uncle loves those plants. They are fragile, but need nothing to make their light last forever.” Kyoko and the other two quickly came up with the plan to make the king’s tombstone for the rapidly approaching day of the longtime king’s death.

  As soon as they were done they rushed out to get dressed with everyone else.

  Ethan was still down by the gold hill by the chamber’s entrance being fitted for the coronation beside Sarimee and Kyoko as Kanade was having her thick mane of metallic blue hair piled and artfully placed by one of the seamstresses. Long velvety indigo sleeves trimmed and edged in golden thread . Tamaran took Kanade’s design of a drape down the front and added another to hang down either leg, almost creating the illusion of wearing pants. Taking a step would break it, but intricate designs of flame seemed to be a constant theme Ethan would have to live with in all royal attire. Not that he minded. Fire was his thing after all. Tongues of red, orange, silver blue and green were stitched into the skirts. As the clothing’s final touches were being done he was busy spelling their undersides so as to not distract from the supreme and dedicated artwork the seamstresses put into making his clothes. From their smiles they loved it. It was their passion.

  For the coronation though Ethan managed to make sure each of his women would wear a unique dress that emphasized them rather than don similar colors that were less impressive the further down their number was. He made sure Tamaran had eight regal dresses created that were all top of the line.

  Kanade had been framed in a light red sleeveless dress and a low cut area that made her cleavage stand out in a classy way.

  Kyoko was in a blue and red kimono patterned with some kind of blossoming tree that had bright white flowers. It wasn’t a traditional kimono though, this one had a plunging neckline that reached her navel. It revealed enormous breasts yet somehow was tight enough to keep her luscious powder blue nipples from peeking out and say hello. She wore her white hair long and wove chains of platinum and flawless diamonds in it.

  Gaia, in smallish form of over nineteen feet tall, sat reading in a deep royal blue dress that had a sweetheart neckline, was backless all the way to the small of her back. Her black hair was done up in loose ringlets that hung down both her back and around each shoulder to frame her lovely, youthful face. Sitting upon her brow was a new gold circlet her husband had made which kept her from shredding the lovely dress by outgrowing it into her true form. Beside Kanade, Gaia liked to wear a simple and tasteful dress, though usually she ran around naked since Titans normally couldn’t wear clothing due to sheer size.

  Sarimee was gowned in some kind of feathery dress that highlighted her bust as well as her elegant nine tails currently spread out in a fan like a peacock. The feathered outfit did make her appear like some Brazilian Carnival dancer in a fox costume, but she chose feathers for in dancing, feathers would exaggerate her untouchable skills.

  Flajeen was currently shrinking her long neck out of a more dragon form and into her more humanoid one, flattening her muzzle into a soft, exotic face. Her dress enhanced her pearly chest and muscles repositioned into voluptuous breasts.

  Ivonniq, Benilliminia and Catnis were having their finishing touches applied. And only Ivonniq had the shortest dress. Being Lamia meant her lower half couldn’t move forward in a long train, like a woman stepping on the front of a dress intent to move forward, but instead wound up having their face meet the floor.

  Tamaran took the sewing needle out of her lips, did a quick stitch and cut the string with a pair of scissors, stepped her eight legs back and critically looked him over to at last ask “How is that, Ethan?”

  He worked his wings, tail and took a few steps to say “Great. That last adjustment really freed the tension around my groin.”

  “Forbid if we cause that tension.” Flajeen said with a light rasp, gradually losing her rough edge and becoming more relaxed and friendly.

  “Yeah, don’t want to cut off circulation in that area.” Catnis’ cheeks blushed.

  “He’ll regenerate.” Quipped Sarimee.

  “HEY!” He boomed and the women all laughed, loving to make him uncomfortable and joke around.

  Kanade thanked her seamstress for her help after her tiara was at last set and her high heels loudly clicked as she moved closer. “Darlin’, if your dick was goin’ to be in danger it would have been in need of a mechanic after all the time fillin’ our engines.”

  “Nice!” Sarimee lightly slapped Kanade’s wing like someone’s back. “I like that comparison.”

  Gaia sat her book down and stood up, smoothing out her lovely dress and said “Husband, you look wonderful. Tamaran, you outdo yourself once again.”

  “Many thanks for that, Your Highness.” The Matron bowed. “It is thanks to Mistress Kanade’s design that sparked adding two more drapes over each hip and folds down the back.”

  “But ya’ll’s skilled hands beat me. I can draw, but I can’t sew worth a damn.” Admitted Kanade as she took in the impressive sight of her soul mate and her jaw dropping wives. “Ya’ll are hard workin’. Everyone looks so gorgeous.”

  “We do don’t we?” Kyoko said as she brushed her fingers down her creamy neck, valley and stomach.

  Villiken, Amandale and Dallare came forward, also dressed for the occasion with five more Elvin aids each responsible for one of the women following. Each and every one proudly showing off their new king’s curse somewhere on their body. Villiken, now leader among the other Palace Elves, said “Master, we are ready.”

  “Good. “Sarimee, you…”

  “We’re finished now.” The wily Kitsune said as the final hidden thread was cut and she came forth, the feathery dress swaying around her body as she relaxed her tails to drop like a bridal train that didn’t reach the ground.

  “Well, Ladies, what say we get this over with?” Kanade spoke up.

  “Off to the court cham
bers we go.” Benilliminia trilled in a fish scale patterned black dress that had cuts all the way up her blue-gray hips. As a Siren she didn’t have large breasts, but what she did have was artfully displayed.

  “We still have two hours.” Gaia reminded. “What will we do to pass the time?”

  “It’s a shame we can’t have a bit of fun in these dresses. I for one feel rather extra sexual in it.” Flajeen admitted as she lightly brushed the fine pink dress hugging her every curve.

  “Don’t we all.” Catnis came up and wove her arm through the Fifth Mistress’ arm. “After it’s over I’ll gladly eat your pie, but dress’s have a habit of getting ruined when we get extra sexual as you said.”

  “Darlin’, better reinforce our dresses just in case we make a mistake and can’t control ourselves to keep from bein’ bored.” Kanade rolled her golden eyes.

  “But aren’t you the one who likes tearing clothes off us?” Benilliminia said slyly, brushing her hip against Kanade’s.

  “Can’t deny that fact. I like the sound tearin’ fabric makes.” Love shrugged her bare shoulders.

  “I didn’t say I didn’t like it now did I?” The Siren stretched as high as her toes would let her and Kanade bent some to gladly take the offered kiss. It was a necessity since four feet separated them in height. “Now let’s overshadow our husband’s speech.”

  Kanade laughed “Kyoko will do that if she sneezes and them things fly out.”

  The Yuki-onna grabbed under each breasts and lifted them high while sticking out her tongue. “Be nice, Kanade-chan, or you won’t get to suckle them afterwards.”

  “You do know thems fightin’ words.” Kanade put her hands defiantly on her hips. “Them tits are my property and nothin’ you say can keep me from fondlin’ them.”

  “Ah! Will the lot of you stop it!” Ethan raked his red hair back inside his sweeping back horns as strain around his eyes made him seemed in pain.