NTR Quest 48 - Demonkine - Favor Kara (Patreon)

The conclusion was fairly simple to reach and could be spoken in few words. “When it comes down to it, I trust you more than I trust him.” As you said that Kara breathed a sigh of relief and leaned closer.
“That being said, I made a promise. He solved one of my problems. We're going to just have to keep an eye on him.”

“I don't think you owe him anything.” She offered casually, running her soft hands over each of your ears with interest. They twitched just like hers and felt quite sensitive. The contact caused blood to rush to your cheeks and to your loins.
“Whenever you get what you want from somebody you can just leave them behind.”

You rolled your eyes before centering them back on hers. “If I believed that, who knows if you'd be standing here as you are now?” That sentiment had her lips part slightly. She was made to think for a few seconds as you stared down at her from your new height. Instead of facing the statement head on she chose to divert.

“I never really considered a male version. I don't think any of us did. It's such a strange set of events to make it happen.” She tapped her chin and passed the latest of many panning gazes up your handsome from.

“Remember what you told me when we were first traveling?”

“I told you a lot.”

You smirked and quickly closed the small distance between the two of you. “Oh.” You mocked.
“The males of my tribe are so forceful and sexually ravenous... We need to keep them sated lest they keep us constantly impregnated with their sexual appetites.” In her dancers outfit she was quite appealing. She struck you less like an intimidating master and more like a simple working girl. She was turned so that her back was against your chest. Your arms draped around her and rubbed her belly more as a tease than anything.

“Riiight.” She tilted her head to one side and turned to look back over her shoulder at you.

“You haven't really been keeping me sated, have you?” You leaned your head over her shoulder to kiss her after you said that.

“I keep myself sated and if you have fun that's good, too. This is how we work.” She stated, kissing you back. When your lips separated she offered you a cheeky look and asked.
“Problem?”

“Big problem.” You took in a breath before suddenly reaching down behind her knees to scoop her up and take her up off of her feet. She 'yipped' a little as you surprised her with the action but quickly calmed down.
“It's like you said. Men of 'our' tribe just can't control ourselves unless we're taken care of.”

Kara sat loosely in your grip, her knees held together and pressed to her chest by your arm beneath her knees. Your free hand easily pulled at the loose veil covering her sex to tear it away. You could tell she was content and not at all worried both by reading her and by feeling her tail wagging back and forth gently.
“Yeah? What does that look-” She let out a low moan as your free hand guided your cock into her cunt. Once it was lodged inside her tight folds you wrapped that free arm around her stomach to keep her firmly in place as you pushed up with your hips.
“Like!” her voice got higher as you pumped into her from the odd position. You were in complete control as you basically bounced her over your member standing up, like a heavy toy. Her eyes rolled back. She was obviously enjoying it a lot. Her body was tensing and her toes were curling, but that was not a surprise to you. You were more than capable of pleasing her. The important aspect of the encounter was that you were fucking her for yourself. What you wanted to do was get yourself off with her and she could feel it.
“Y-you brat.” She finally reached around to your arms with hers and tried to pry them and regain some form of control. As she attempted to, however, you let her drop particularly deep and turned her body. She let out a lewd groan and lost strength to her arms in response. You likened it to the scene you watched back at the room at the port. She seemed to be loosing control but you knew for a fact that it was surface level.

“I keep myself sated and if you have fun... That's fine.” You whispered into her ear.

She blushed deeply and shuddered. “You think so?” As she said that the surface layer of the encounter peeled back in your mind and you became aware of a struggle of wills between both of your magical cores. She was trying to do to you what she had done to so many men. They would always believe they were in control, that they had her. Then she would steal from their very essence and use them. The difference was, you knew the secret, you both shared it at that point. As she attempted to drain you, you  gently rebuked with your own attempt. It was not that you wanted to take from her. On the contrary. What you wanted was to keep things level. You were not even sure if you could take from her, but you knew for a fact you could stop her from stealing from you.

“Yeah.” You grunted, slamming into her. The surface layer came back into the forefront once the struggle occurring between both of your souls was solved. With nothing else happening, she was simply a woman being pounded brutally by your sizable cock in a way that deprived her of any agency.   After a long minute you finally just buried yourself between her folds and let loose. She moaned gently and twitched. Her tail had straightened out and her back arched as you came inside of her.

“I'm still not gonna get pregnant.” She told you cheekily as you gently released her legs and allowed her bare feet to touch ground again. She stumbled a bit before finding her legs fully. You considered her words carefully after letting her go and stepping back.

“You're gonna get pregnant when I tell you to, unless you keep me happy.” She turned around and looked at you with wide eyes as you offered that ultimatum. As far as you knew, she had full control over whether or not she became fertilized, so it was a hollow threat, but the sentiment spoke volumes. It could have either been a hit or a very, very big miss.

The girl furrowed furrowed her brow. “Consider it payback for my lying.” She offered indignantly.
“It's not like I ever had a problem doing things with you. You know that.” Kara argued, baring her fangs at you as she ramped up her aggression while simultaneously conceding in her own way. She pointed and leaned forward.
“You can't threaten me. I have control of my own body...” She paused.
“But I'll pay a bit more attention to you.”

You smirked playfully. “If you don't, you're going to get pregnant.”

She shook her head and crossed her arms. It amused you that she was talking back to you like a child refusing their dinner. “I'm not. But it's never gonna come up because I have NO PROBLEM doing things with you. I never have.”

You wagged your finger. “It's doing things FOR me and you'll do them because you don't want to find out what happens if you don't, right?”

Kara rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at you before turning and storming off.

* * *

The total value of the goods given to you by the Raccoon seemed far too great. Either he was overstating the obligation Kara had to pay, or you had underestimated just how much raw earning potential she had. Either way, you were given a new large cart with local animals, supplies for a month and various items that were volunteered to you by both the orc and the Raccoon. Costumes, clothes, alcohol.

“Princess.” You mocked her by calling her by her title still, even though she was both in spirit and apparel your maid. The girl had fully transformed into the picture of royal beauty and elegance, except she was placed into a humiliatingly small black and white maid outfit.
“The map.” She smiled and inclined her head gently, presenting you with the rolled up map that was the true prize.
“Let's see...” You stared at it. You were rather close to two landmarks. The map of Demonkine made by its own people was far more populated. The 'wasteland' as your people called it was crisscrossed with secret roads and settlements. To the far north you noted The Demonkine, a city beneath a massive mountain.”

Kara looked over your shoulder, leaning against you to get close. “That's the World's Horn. Beneath it is The Demonkine, the capital of all this territory around us. Djir is likely in the city's palace. Hard to believe he hasn't consolidated control if Calpin is dying or dead already... Coda could help us but who knows how she is. She'd be beneath the Horn.”

“You saying I pick one?”

“I'm saying we make a plan. Coda is a good resource but the horn is my people's turf and if Djir's in control we'll have company. We can sneak into the city without attracting any attention.”