This chapter has an R-18 section.
Chapter 145:
– Haru –
Where does a man take his two beautiful girlfriends who both share a borderline unhealthy obsession with dressing up as fictional characters?
The answer was obvious, of course.
You take them to whatever cosplay convention you can find. The question was where?
Nothing was happening in Japan. No conventions, no expos, no gatherings of sufficient scale to satisfy two women whose combined enthusiasm could power a small city. But there was always something going on somewhere in the world, and right now that somewhere was San Diego, California, on the other side of the Pacific Ocean. Comic-Con. The single largest convergence of nerds, enthusiasts, cosplayers, and people willing to stand in line for six hours to see a thirty-second trailer that would leak online ten minutes later anyway.
Getting there hadn't been a problem. Teleportation magic made international travel a matter of stepping through a spatial fold rather than enduring fourteen hours in a metal tube through the sky, which was fortunate because I was fairly certain Cortana's outfit would have gotten us escorted off any commercial aircraft before takeoff. We'd stepped out of a fold of blue-white light in an alley three blocks from the convention center, startling a homeless man who stared at us for a long moment, looked down at the bottle in his hand, and then poured it out onto the concrete without a word.
I couldn't blame him.
Rias and Cortana looked absolutely incredible.
They'd coordinated their costumes around characters from some isekai anime I had never heard of.
Rias had tried to explain the plot to me twice, and both times my brain had glazed over somewhere around "the demon queen's cursed bathhouse" and "the hero's sacred sword that only activates during full moons." The specifics didn't matter. What mattered was the result.
Rias wore a crimson and black ensemble that was theoretically armor but functionally closer to a suggestion of armor. A corset-style breastplate that cinched her already narrow waist and pushed her chest up to physics-defying heights, paired with a short battle skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, thigh-high boots with buckles running up the sides, and detachable gauntlets with ornamental gems. Her crimson hair cascaded down her back in waves, and she'd added a small circlet with a red crystal that sat perfectly against her forehead. She looked like a warrior princess who had decided that defense ratings were less important than looking sexy.
Cortana had gone even further. Her costume was white and silver, some kind of mage or priestess character, and consisted primarily of a backless bodysuit that hugged every curve of her generous body like it had been painted on. The neckline plunged well past her neckline into territory that made me question whether the original character's designer had ever met a woman or simply dreamed one up during a fever. A translucent half-cape draped from one shoulder, silver boots climbed to her knees, and a decorative staff completed the look. Her bright blue skin made the white fabric glow faintly, and the binary code that occasionally rippled across her body added an effect no human cosplayer could ever replicate.
I was absolutely certain both outfits were significantly sluttier versions of the source material as well. The stares they were collecting as we walked through the convention center's main hall confirmed this beyond any reasonable doubt.
Every head turned. Every single one. Men, women, people in elaborate costumes of their own who should have been immune to visual spectacle by sheer exposure. Cameras appeared from everywhere. Phone flashes popped in a near-constant strobe. A man in full Stormtrooper armor walked directly into a support pillar because his helmet's eye slit was angled toward Rias instead of the path ahead. A woman dressed as Sailor Moon grabbed her boyfriend's jaw and physically rotated his head away from Cortana, which accomplished nothing because his eyes just slid back the moment she let go.
Then there was the Link guy. He was maybe twenty-two, decent costume actually, green tunic, pointed ears, the whole setup. He came around the corner of a vendor booth and his gaze landed squarely on Cortana's chest. His brain visibly disconnected from his motor functions. His feet kept walking. His eyes did not move.
He hit the wall face-first with a solid thud that I felt sympathetic pain from.
I winced for his nose because that looked painful. Cortana didn't even notice.
The guy peeled himself off the wall, dazed, rubbed his now red nose, turned his head, and this time his eyes found Rias. Her battle skirt, her legs, the corset situation. His expression went completely blank.
He walked face-first into the exact same wall…
Twice in under fifteen seconds.
A girl dressed as Princess Peach nearby doubled over laughing so hard she dropped her prop crown.
The first one I felt bad for the guy. The second one was on him…
Meanwhile, I was dealing with my own unexpected problem.
I wasn't actually in cosplay.
Rias and Cortana had offered to find me a matching costume from their isekai anime, but I'd declined on the grounds that I had no idea who any of the characters were and refused to dress as someone I couldn't identify in a lineup. Instead, I'd worn what I always wore when I wanted to look good without trying too hard—a tailored black suit that Shuna had crafted for me, cut perfectly for my body with the usual ten tail channels fanning from the reinforced anchor point at the base of my spine. Simple. Clean. Black fabric, no embellishments, no cosplay accessories.
The catch was that my fox ears and all ten of my golden tails were out in the open. I didn't have to hide in a place like this. So it still looked like I was in full cosplay. To me, this was simply existing. To several thousand cosplay enthusiasts in a building specifically designed to celebrate fictional characters brought to life, I was apparently the most impressive costume at the convention.
The whispers started within the first five minutes and hadn't stopped.
"How is he doing that?"
"Are those animatronic? They have to be animatronic."
"Dude, look at the independent movement on each one. That's not servos. There's no way that's servos."
"How much do you think a rig like that costs? Ten grand? Twenty?"
"50 Grand—EASILY!"
"Holy fuck…"
"My buddy does robotics at MIT and he says nothing on the market can do fluid tail movement like that. The guy must have built a custom system."
"I bet he's got a whole engineering team. This has to be a sponsored build."
I kept my face neutral, but internally I was enjoying this far more than I should have. A group of college-aged guys in matching Attack on Titan cosplay kept circling me at a distance, taking video from every angle and arguing about whether the tails were pneumatic or cable-driven. A professional cosplayer with an impressive Geralt of Rivia outfit stopped me to ask if I'd do a collaboration photoshoot, and when I politely declined, he spent two full minutes staring at my ears trying to figure out the attachment mechanism.
None of them considered the simplest explanation. None of them even entertained the possibility that a man standing in the San Diego Convention Center with ten golden fox tails and pointed ears might simply be a man with ten golden fox tails and pointed ears.
To be fair, if I were human and saw me walking around, I probably wouldn't jump to "actual supernatural fox demon" either. I'd probably assume robotics too.
Rias and Cortana had drifted toward a vendor booth selling art prints, which left me momentarily alone in the main thoroughfare. This turned out to be a tactical error on my part.
A girl approached me. She was pretty, early twenties probably, with soft brown hair pulled into a half-up style adorned with a small golden tiara. Her costume was a beautifully crafted Princess Zelda, the Breath of the Wild version, with a white ceremonial dress, blue accents, and a prop Sheikah Slate clipped to her belt. The craftsmanship was genuinely impressive, and she clearly wasn't affiliated with the Link who had attempted to concuss himself on the wall earlier.
She stopped in front of me, fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve, cheeks faintly pink.
"Hi there! I'm Lily." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled up at me. "I really, really love your costume. The tails are—I mean, they're incredible. I've never seen anything like them. Are you here alone? There's a small cafe just around the corner and—well, we could talk about cosplay together? If you want?"
She's cute. And brave. Walking up to a stranger at a convention takes guts.
Before I could respond, another girl materialized at my elbow. She was dressed as 2B from NieR: Automata, complete with the white wig and blindfold pushed up onto her forehead. "No fair! I wanted to ask him that first! I've been working up the nerve since Hall B!"
A third appeared. Tifa Lockhart. Impressive muscle definition on the arms, which suggested she actually trained. "Do you know how rare it is to get a hot guy to dress up and actually take it seriously? Like, actually commit to the look? Most guys throw on a store-bought cape and call it a day."
"Seriously," Lily agreed, emboldened by the growing solidarity. "You clearly put real effort into this. The suit alone is—is that custom tailored?"
"The ears too," 2B added, leaning closer with zero respect for personal space. Her hand was reaching toward my left ear. "How did you get them to—oh my god, they're warm. They're actually warm!"
Because they're real. They are attached to my skull. There is cartilage and nerve endings and blood flow happening right now.
I opened my mouth to explain that I appreciated the compliment but was very much not alone, and I'd appreciate them not touching, but then a Mitsuri Kanroji joined the cluster with the energy of someone who had been searching for this conversation her entire life, and then a Makima whose cosplay was unsettlingly accurate, and then someone in street clothes who apparently didn't even have a costume but had a camera and a dream.
Within sixty seconds I was surrounded by a small crowd of women, all talking simultaneously about my tails, my ears, my suit, whether I had social media, whether I did commissions, whether I'd be at the cosplay contest later, and whether the cafe offer was still on the table.
I glanced over the crowd toward Rias and Cortana.
They were watching.
They were watching, and they were not helping.
Rias had her phone out and was openly recording, her lips pressed together in a tight line that was losing the battle against a full-blown grin. Cortana stood beside her with her arms crossed beneath her chest, her expression one of pure, undiluted amusement. Binary code flickered rapidly across her exposed stomach in patterns I'd learned to associate with laughter.
I widened my eyes at them. The universal expression of "help me."
Rias waved. Just a cute little wiggle of her fingers.
Cortana blew me a kiss.
Traitors. Both of them. Absolute traitors.
"So, are you single?" Lily asked, still blushing but clearly emboldened by the crowd's energy.
"Ah." I smiled apologetically. "I'm actually here with — "
"Oh my god, his tails just wagged!" Tifa grabbed 2B's arm. "They wagged! Did you see that?!"
Several more hands were already reaching. I took a careful step backward, my tails instinctively curling inward like a protective fan, which only generated more excited gasps about the "responsiveness of the rig."
Lily, to her credit, actually tried to create space for me. "Hey, give him some room! He's a person, not an exhibit." She turned back to me with a softer smile. "Sorry about them. But seriously—the cafe? Just to talk? I promise I'm not weird."
She's genuinely sweet. If I were single and human, I'd probably take her up on that in a heartbeat.
I was about to politely explain that I was flattered but thoroughly spoken for when a familiar hand slid around my waist from behind. The crowd went quiet as Rias appeared at my left side, pressing her body against mine with the casual possessiveness of a woman who had zero interest in being subtle.
"Having fun, baby?" Her voice was silk and honey and the faintest edge of territorial warning.
A heartbeat later, Cortana materialized on my right. She draped herself over my arm, her generous breasts pressing against my bicep, and smiled at the assembled crowd with an expression that was technically friendly but communicated something closer to "he's ours and we are not sharing."
"We leave him alone for five minutes," Cortana mused, her luminous blue skin catching every light in the hall. She traced a finger down my chest. "Five minutes. And he's already collecting fans."
The crowd's energy shifted palpably. Several women took small, involuntary steps backward. Lily's blush deepened from "shy and interested" to "oh god, his girlfriends are supermodels."
"I—um." Lily swallowed. "Great costume! Both of you! All of you! I'm going to—I'm just—bye!"
She retreated with admirable speed. The rest of the crowd dispersed in a ripple of "oh he's taken" murmurs and a few disappointed sighs, though several cameras were still flashing.
Rias watched them scatter with a satisfied smile and tightened her arm around me.
"You two are terrible," I muttered.
Cortana hummed against my arm. "We were gathering data."
"On what?"
"On exactly how long it would take for someone to proposition you if we stopped providing a visual deterrent. The answer is—" She paused, presumably checking her internal clock. "—four minutes and seventeen seconds. Fast than my projection by almost a full minute."
"I had three minutes flat," Rias said. "I won the bet."
I looked between them. "You were betting on this."
"Loser buys dinner," Cortana confirmed.
"You don't need to buy dinner. I own a restaurant. I cook for both of you for free every single day."
Cortana's binary code flickered with amusement. "It's the principle of the thing."
A heavy thud echoed from somewhere to our left. All three of us turned.
The Link cosplayer was on the ground again. Different wall this time, at least. A convention volunteer in a yellow vest was crouching beside him, asking if he needed medical attention. The guy just pointed weakly in our general direction and mumbled something that sounded like "worth it."
That man is going to have brain damage by the end of the day.
"Come on." I pulled both women closer. "Let's go look at the vendor hall before that poor bastard kills himself."
Rias leaned up and pressed a kiss to my jaw. Cortana squeezed my arm and let her fingers drift dangerously close to the base of my tails.
We walked into the crowd together, two beautiful women flanking a ten-tailed fox yokai that every human in the building believed was the greatest feat of cosplay engineering in convention history.
The rest of the day passed in something I hadn't experienced in a long time—normalcy.
We wandered the convention floor for hours, browsing vendor booths and artist alleys, sampling overpriced convention food that I critiqued with professional severity while Rias and Cortana rolled their eyes.
We watched a cosplay contest where a group of engineering students had built a functioning Iron Man suit with actual repulsor lighting effects, which I had to admit was genuinely impressive even by my standards. Rias spent an obscene amount of money on art prints and figurines from franchises I couldn't name, paying with a black credit card that didn't appear to have a limit. Cortana got into a heated but friendly debate with a robotics PhD student about artificial intelligence ethics that lasted 15 minutes, during which neither of them realized the irony of the conversation. A professional photographer asked to shoot all three of us together, and the resulting photo went moderately viral on social media within the hour under the caption "Best Cosplay Trio at SDCC," which was funny considering only two-thirds of us were actually in costume.
It was just fun. Simple, stupid, wonderful fun. No interdimensional crises. No random gods trying to kill me. No political negotiations or tailed beast extractions or walking in on my mother doing things I was still actively repressing in my memories. Just a man and his two gorgeous girlfriends eating bad hot dogs and arguing about whether Goku could beat Superman.
Of course he can… Everyone knows that…
Not that I'd trade my life for anything. The Fox Hole, my family, the chaos that followed me through every door and dimension. I loved all of it. But days like this reminded me why I fought so hard to protect the quiet moments in the first place.
We could have teleported back to Japan when the convention closed. Stepped through a spatial fold and been home in the Fox Hole's kitchen before the California sun even touched the horizon. But Rias had mentioned, with the casual entitlement of a woman whose family owned property on every continent, that the Gremory clan maintained luxury hotels across the human world for when devil nobility traveled on business. There happened to be one fifteen minutes from the convention center.
A penthouse, specifically. Right off the beach.
The suite was excessive in the way that only old devil money could produce. Three bedrooms we wouldn't need, a kitchen I immediately evaluated and approved of, floor-to-ceiling windows facing the Pacific, and an outdoor patio that jutted out over the sand with a clear, unobstructed view of the ocean.
The patio had a hot tub.
I was in that hot tub now, arms stretched along the stone rim, watching the sun melt into the Pacific. A warm breeze carried salt air across the patio, and the distant sound of waves breaking against the shore filled the silence with a rhythm that was almost meditative.
It was, without exaggeration, a perfect and relaxing view.
But my eyes kept wandering to a better view.
Rias and Cortana sat across from me in the hot tub. Side by side. Watching me with matching smirks that promised absolutely nothing innocent.
They were both completely naked.
Skinny dipping had been Cortana's suggestion, because of course it was. Rias had agreed instantly, already pulling at her costume before the sentence was finished.
So here we were.
The water came up to just below their shoulders when they sat upright, but neither of them was sitting particularly upright. Rias leaned back against the tub's edge with her arms stretched out along the rim, mirroring my own pose, and the position lifted her chest just enough that the upper curves of her breasts broke the waterline. Her pale skin was flushed pink from the heat, droplets clinging to her skin, her crimson hair darkened by the water and plastered against her shoulders in wet waves. The sunset painted her in gold and copper, and she looked like a renaissance painting brought to impossible, breathing life.
Kami, she's beautiful.
I turned my head slightly and my breath caught for an entirely different reason.
Cortana's luminous blue skin seemed to drink in the sunset, the warm light creating something extraordinary against her natural glow. She'd settled lower in the water than Rias, but a shift of her shoulders brought her breasts above the surface. They were full and perky, glistening wet, and I finally saw what her costumes and outfits had only ever hinted at. Her nipples and areolae were a shade of blue noticeably darker than the rest of her skin, deep and vivid, like the heart of a sapphire. Water beaded on them, catching light, and the binary code that occasionally flickered across her body rippled right over the swell of her chest before fading.
Fuck.
I realized I'd been staring. Both of them had noticed. Both of them were enjoying it immensely.
"See something you like?" Cortana asked with a smirk.
I let out a slow breath through my nose and grinned. "I see two somethings that I like very much."
Rias laughed and shook her head. "You usually give better compliments than that." She tilted her head. "But I'll take it." She pushed off from the far side of the tub. The water rippled around her as she glided across the tub toward me. She closed the distance in three unhurried strokes and then she was there, right in front of me, rising slightly out of the water as she placed her knees on either side of my thighs.
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She settled onto my lap.
Her naked body pressed flush against mine. Her breasts compressed softly against my chest, warm and slick with water, her hard nipples dragging against my skin. Her thighs squeezed around my hips, her arms looped around my neck, and her fingers threaded into the damp hair around my fox ears with her nails scratching lightly in a way that made my body shiver.
The full weight of her settled against me, skin to skin, nothing between us but hot water and whatever was left of my composure.
She kissed me. She started slow, just pressing her mouth to mine, feeling the shape of me. Then her tongue slid along my lower lip and I opened for her and the kiss deepened into something unhurried but thorough. She kissed me like she had nowhere else to be, like the sunset and the ocean and the entire world could wait because this was more important.
"Mmm..." She hummed against my mouth, a soft vibration that traveled down my spine. Her hips shifted on my lap, a subtle roll that pressed her closer, and the friction of her bare skin grinding against me pulled a low sound from my throat that I didn't try to suppress.
The water shifted beside us. I felt a second body press against my right side, and then Cortana's mouth was on my neck.
Her lips were different from Rias's. Cooler, smoother, with a faint electrical tingle that made the nerve endings beneath my skin light up. She kissed along the tendon of my neck, open-mouthed and deliberate, her tongue tracing my pulse point. One of her hands slid beneath the water and found my thigh, her fingers drawing slow patterns up the muscle. The contrast of Rias's warmth in my lap and Cortana's cooler touch against my side made my soaking wet tails curl up under the water.
Rias broke the kiss to look at Cortana with half-lidded eyes that held no jealousy, only shared excitement and lust. "Took you long enough."
Cortana pulled back from my neck just enough to smirk. "I was enjoying the view. Gathering data on optimal approach vectors."
"Nerd," Rias whispered fondly.
"Devil," Cortana shot back with equal affection.
Then Cortana took my jaw in her hand, turned my face toward hers, and kissed me. Where Rias was warm silk, Cortana was cool lightning. Her tongue meeting mine with the confidence of a woman who had spent her entire existence processing information and had decided exactly what she wanted. The binary code across her skin flickered faster, casting faint blue light that played across Rias's wet skin.
I had one arm around Rias's waist, holding her on my lap. The other found Cortana's hip beneath the water, pulling her closer until both women were pressed against me from either side, their bodies slick and bare and impossibly real against mine.
Rias shifted her weight on my lap, sliding to the left to make room. The water barely rippled around her as she repositioned herself so she was straddling just my left thigh. She looked at Cortana and patted the now-open space beside her with a wet hand. "Room for one more."
Cortana didn't need to be told twice. She swung her right leg over my thigh beneath the water, settling onto my right leg in a mirror of Rias's position. The hot tub wasn't small by any means, but both women had chosen to occupy the same two square feet of space, and every inch of it was pressed against me.
I felt everything.
The bare curve of Rias's ass sat flush against my left thigh, her weight warm and soft against the muscle. The soft skin and folds of her pussy pressed directly onto my skin, her lower lips were parted slightly from the way she straddled me, and I could feel the difference between the hot water and the hotter, silkier warmth of her.
On my right, Cortana's ass settled a second later. Her pussy rested against my thigh in the same way, smooth and bare, and the faint tingle of residual energy that always hummed beneath her skin sent a current through me that made my cock twitch hard under the water.
Two naked women sitting on my legs. Their bare pussies on my skin. Their asses in my lap. I can feel everything and I am going to lose my mind.
My ten golden tails rose from the water behind us. They moved on pure instinct, fanning out wide before curling inward, wrapping around both women in a possessive embrace. Two tails coiled around Rias's waist, the wet fur pressing against her bare stomach and her naked back. Two more wound around Cortana, one across her hip and another draping over her shoulder, golden fur dark with water against her luminous blue skin. The remaining six spread behind us like a living canopy, swaying in slow, contented arcs.
Both women sighed at the contact. Rias leaned into the tail around her waist, pressing her side against my chest. Cortana tilted her head, letting the tail across her shoulder brush against her neck.
Then they leaned in.
Rias reached me first, capturing my mouth in a slow, open kiss.
Cortana didn't wait for Rias to finish. She pressed her mouth to my shoulder the moment Rias's lips touched mine, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses across my chest.
Rias broke the kiss and immediately dropped her mouth to my other shoulder. Her tongue pressed flat against my skin and dragged upward, slow and shameless, licking a hot stripe from my deltoid to the junction of my neck. I felt her teeth scrape lightly before she sucked at the spot, pulling blood to the surface.
"Nngh..." The groan rolled out of me low and rough, vibrating in my chest.
They were on either side of me now, mouths working in tandem, kissing and licking and tasting my skin like I was something they wanted to devour. Rias's lips found my right ear and she breathed hot against it. Cortana's tongue traced the line of my jaw. They alternated kissing my mouth, one pulling away just as the other turned my face toward her, a seamless exchange that left me breathless between each shift.
Then I felt their hands move beneath the water.
Rias's right hand slid down my stomach, fingers trailing through the ridges of muscle, moving with unhurried purpose until she found my cock. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and I sucked in a breath.
I was already painfully hard, had been since the moment I felt their pussies settle onto my thighs, and her grip was warm and sure and exactly tight enough.
A second later, Cortana's left hand joined. Her fingers found my balls, cupping them in her palm, rolling them gently with her thumb. The cool tingle of her touch against that sensitive skin made my hips jerk involuntarily, my cock pushing harder into Rias's fist. Cortana hummed against my neck with satisfaction, clearly pleased by the reaction.
Fuck. Fuck. Both of them. Both of their hands on me at the same time.
Rias began stroking. Slow, deliberate pulls from base to tip, her thumb sweeping across the head on each upstroke, spreading the precum that had already gathered there. The water gave just enough resistance to make every movement feel amplified. Cortana's fingers worked in counterpoint, massaging and squeezing my balls with a rhythm that synchronized with Rias's strokes as if they'd rehearsed it.
"Aahh... That feels good..." I groaned, my head falling back against the tub's rim.
Both women used their free hands to steady themselves against my shoulders, gripping for balance as they began to move their hips.
Rias rocked first. A slow, rolling grind that pressed her pussy harder against my thigh, her lips spreading with the movement. I felt the slick of her arousal against my skin, distinct from the water, thicker, hotter. She dragged herself forward and back in a rhythm that matched her stroking hand, using my thigh the way she'd use my cock, shameless and unhurried.
"Mmhh..." She breathed the sound against my ear, her eyes fluttering shut.
Cortana followed a heartbeat later. Her grind was different from Rias's, more precise, more controlled. She rolled her hips in tight circles, pressing her clit directly against the hard muscle of my thigh, and the sound she made was a soft, stuttering "Ah — ahh..." that broke apart at the edges. The binary code across her stomach and breasts flickered rapidly, blue light dancing beneath the water's surface.
Both of them were grinding on me. Both of them were stroking me. Both of them moaning softly against either side of my neck while their naked bodies moved in the hot tub.
My hands went where they'd been wanting to go since both women sat down.
I reached behind Rias and grabbed her ass with my left hand. Full, round, impossibly soft. My fingers sank into the flesh and squeezed, pulling her harder against my thigh. She gasped into my neck and her stroking hand tightened around my cock.
My right hand found Cortana's ass. It was firmer than Rias's, tighter, the muscle beneath her blue skin taut and smooth. I gripped it the same way, my fingers digging into the curve, and Cortana's grinding stuttered. A sharp "Nnh!" escaped her lips before she recovered her rhythm, pressing back into my palm.
I kneaded both of them, one in each hand, squeezing and pulling, spreading their cheeks slightly before letting them go, feeling the muscle and softness give beneath my fingers. Rias's skin was hot and flushed. Cortana's was cool and electric. Both of them pushed their asses harder into my grip, arching their backs, their breasts pressing against my chest from either side.
"Haaah..." I groaned, my tails tightening around both of them as pleasure coiled low in my stomach.
Rias increased her pace. Her hand pumped faster, her wrist twisting on the upstroke, her thumb circling the head of my cock. Cortana matched her, her fingers working my balls with more urgency, tugging gently, rolling them in her palm.
Their grinding intensified. Rias was riding my thigh with open abandon now, her wet pussy dragging back and forth, her clit catching against the hard muscle on each forward roll. Her breathing had gone ragged, hot puffs against my neck punctuated by soft, breathy moans. "Mmmh... Haru..."
Cortana's hips moved in faster circles, pressing down harder, chasing friction with computational focus. Her mouth found my ear and her voice was barely a whisper, fracturing at the seams. "You feel—ahh—you feel so good..."
The water churned around us with our combined movement.
I gripped their asses tighter, pulling both women against me, feeling their pussies grind slick and hot and cool against my thighs. My cock throbbed in Rias's fist, my balls ached sweetly in Cortana's palm, and every nerve in my body was lit up and singing.
Rias lifted her head from my neck and looked at me with eyes that were dark with need, her lips swollen and parted. She kissed me, hard and messy, more tongue than finesse. Cortana's mouth replaced hers on my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark that would heal in minutes but felt incredible right now.
I broke the kiss and pressed my forehead against Rias's, both of us panting, sharing breath. Cortana's teeth scraped my pulse point and my hips bucked upward, pushing my cock through Rias's tightening grip.
"Fuck," I breathed, and meant it in every possible way.
"Fucking is the idea," Cortana said without a shred of shame. She stood up. The water cascaded down her body, streaming off the curves of her breasts, rolling down her flat stomach, tracing the lines of her hips before falling back into the tub.
My gaze dropped between her legs and my brain went completely still.
Her pussy was hairless, smooth, the lips a shade caught somewhere between deep blue and soft purple, darker than the rest of her skin in the same way her nipples were. The color was exotic and beautiful and utterly unlike anything I'd ever seen on another woman.
She's gorgeous. Every inch of her is — fuck.
Cortana caught where my eyes had settled. She didn't blush. She didn't look away. Instead, she reached down with both hands and spread her pussy lips open with her fingers, pulling them apart slowly, deliberately, giving me an unobstructed view.
The inside of her was a deep, vivid violet, darker than her outer lips, wet and clenching faintly around nothing. Her clit sat swollen and prominent at the top of her slit, that same dark blue-purple, peeking out from beneath its hood. A thin string of her slick stretched between her spread lips before breaking and dripping into the water below.
"Like what you see?" Her voice was husky, confident, utterly without shame.
I swallowed hard. My cock throbbed underwater so aggressively that Rias, who still had her hand loosely wrapped around it, let out a surprised laugh.
"I think that's a yes," Rias murmured, sliding off my thigh and repositioning herself to my left side to make room. She settled against the tub wall beside me, one arm draped along the rim behind my shoulders, her body angled toward us with open interest.
Cortana stepped forward between my legs, the water rising around her thighs, then her hips, then her waist as she lowered herself back down. Her knees found the bench on either side of my hips. Her hand disappeared beneath the surface and I felt her fingers wrap around my shaft, replacing Rias's grip with her own.
She guided me to her. I felt the head of my cock press against something impossibly soft. Her pussy lips kissed the tip, spreading around it, wet and giving. She held me there for a moment, the head barely notched between her folds, and I could feel her rapid heartbeat through her cunt.
Then she sank down.
Slowly. Agonizingly slowly. Her pussy swallowed the head of my cock first, the tight ring of her entrance stretching around me, gripping with a pressure that made my breath stutter. She kept going, taking me inch by inch, her inner walls parting and molding around my shaft like they were learning the shape of me, memorizing every vein and ridge. I felt every millimeter of progress. The wet, clinging silky inner folds of her insides, tighter than I'd expected, contracting around me in small involuntary spasms.
She didn't stop until she'd taken all of me. Until her ass rested against my thighs and I was buried to the hilt inside her, the head of my cock pressed firmly against the deepest part of her. She sat fully on my lap, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, her eyes wide with something between wonder and overwhelm.
"Nnnhhh..." The sound that left her mouth was raw, unfiltered, pulled from somewhere she hadn't known existed before she had a body. Her fingers dug into my shoulders. "So this is… aahh—this is sex…?" Her walls clenched around me and my breath hitched. "It feels so good," she breathed, her voice fracturing on the last word. She rolled her hips experimentally, a small movement that shifted me inside her, and her entire body shuddered. Binary code raced across her skin in chaotic streams, no longer flickering but flooding, blue light dancing across her breasts and stomach like a digital aurora. "Hah—hahh—oh..." She opened her eyes and looked directly into mine. "How does it feel, Haru?" She tightened around me on purpose this time, a deliberate squeeze that made stars explode behind my eyes. "How does the virgin pussy of a former AI feel?"
"Ghhk—it feels really good," I managed, and my voice came out rougher than I intended, scraped raw by the effort of not thrusting up into her immediately. "Really, really good."
Understatement of several lifetimes. She's tight and wet and that electrical current is running through her walls and pulsing against my cock and I might actually die.
Cortana's smile turned wicked. Something she was learning for the first time. "You haven't felt anything yet."
I opened my mouth to ask what she meant.
Then her pussy changed.
There was no other way to describe it. The muscles inside her began to ripple. Starting at her entrance and rolling inward in a wave of squeezing pressure that traveled the entire length of my cock, base to tip, milking me in a rhythmic contraction that no human body could replicate. Then the ripple reversed, tip to base, and then it shifted into something else entirely.
Vibration.
Her inner walls began vibrating against my shaft. Not metaphorically. Actual sustained vibration, concentrated and precise, targeting the most sensitive spots—the ridge beneath my head, the thickest vein along the underside, the base where her pussy lips kissed my skin.
"FFFUCK — !" The word ripped out of me. My hands flew to her hips, gripping hard enough to dimple her blue skin, my tails snapping rigid behind me, all ten of them fanning out and trembling.
She has complete control over her body. She was a military-grade AI who controlled starships and calculated slipspace trajectories. And now she's applying that same processing power to fucking me.
"Mmhh—there it is," Cortana moaned, watching my face contort with satisfaction. "That's the expression I wanted to see."
She began to move.
Her hips rose, pulling off me until only the head remained inside, her pussy gripping the ridge with that vibrating, rippling squeeze. Then she dropped back down, taking me to the hilt in one smooth motion that drove a groan from both of us simultaneously. S
She set a rhythm.
She was rising and falling, bouncing on my cock with increasing confidence. The water churned around us, sloshing against the tub walls. Every downstroke buried me completely, her ass slapping against my thighs with a wet smack that echoed across the patio. Every upstroke dragged her vibrating walls along my entire length.
"Aahh! Ahh—hahh—yes!" Her moans came freely now, breathy and stuttering, each one punctuated by the impact of her ass meeting my lap. Her breasts bounced with every stroke, dark blue nipples hard and gleaming wet. "So—nnhh—so big—hah!"
I gripped her hips and started meeting her halfway, thrusting upward as she came down, driving deeper than she could take on her own. The added depth hit something inside her that made her voice jump an octave.
"OH—!Haru—aahh—right there, right—THERE—!"
Her pussy clamped down around me in a vice grip and the vibration intensified, and I seriously considered the possibility that I might not survive this woman.
A hand slid up my arm.
Rias.
I'd been so consumed by Cortana that I'd almost—almost—forgotten Rias was right beside us. She was pressed against my left side, her body angled toward the action, her blue eyes were currently dark and wide and fixed on the place where my cock disappeared into Cortana's body with every stroke. Her lips were parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly, one hand white-knuckling the tub's rim.
She grabbed my left hand and pulled it beneath the water. Her grip was urgent, almost desperate. She dragged my hand between her thighs and pressed my fingers against her pussy. She was soaked—not just from the hot tub but from her own arousal, thick and hot and unmistakable even underwater. Her lips were swollen and spread, her clit engorged and throbbing against my fingertips the moment I made contact.
"Don't you dare forget about me," she breathed, her voice rough with need.
Never. Not possible.
I pushed two fingers inside her.
Rias's back arched and a moan tore out of her that was louder than anything Cortana had produced. "AAAHH—!"
She was tight and dripping, her inner walls clenching greedily around my fingers the moment they entered. I curled them forward, finding the rough patch of nerves on her front wall, and pressed. "Hhh—oh Maou—nnnhh...!" Rias's hand flew to my forearm, gripping hard, her nails digging crescents into my skin. Her hips bucked against my hand, grinding her clit against the heel of my palm.
Okay. This is fine. This is completely fine. I am balls-deep inside a vibrating former AI while simultaneously fingering my devil princess fiance and I have never been more alive.
I fell into a rhythm. My right hand gripped Cortana's hip, guiding her bouncing, my hips driving up to meet her on every downstroke. My left hand worked Rias's pussy—two fingers pumping steadily, my thumb finding her clit and circling it, pressing and releasing in time with Cortana's movements. My tails tightened around both women, pulling them closer, golden fur against flushed pale skin and luminous blue.
Cortana rode me harder, faster, her moans climbing in pitch and frequency. "Hah — HAH — nnhh—Haru—fuck—your cock is—ahhhh—!" Her dirty talk dissolved into incoherent sounds as her pussy squeezed and vibrated and rippled around me in patterns that grew increasingly chaotic.
Beside me, Rias ground against my hand with shameless abandon, her head thrown back against the tub rim, mouth open, eyes shut. Her flushed skin was covered in goosebumps. "Mmhh—more—aahh—don't stop—hhh—right there, right—THERE—!" My fingers were drenched, her juices coating my hand well past the wrist, and every thrust of my fingers produced a wet, obscene sound beneath the water.
I was close. The combination of Cortana's impossible pussy, squeezing and vibrating and milking me with a level of control that shouldn't exist, and Rias's walls clenching desperately around my fingers and the sounds both of them were making and the sight of two beautiful women falling apart on either side of me was dragging me rapidly toward the edge.
"Cortana…" I groaned, my voice wrecked. "I'm…nnngh. I'm getting close—"
"Mhm! Me too," she panted, her bouncing growing erratic. "Me—aahh—me too—don't—don't stop—fill me up—I want—nnhh—I want to feel it—!"
Beside me, Rias's thighs clamped around my hand. "M-me too!"
Rias came first. Her pussy seized around my fingers in rhythmic, pulsing contractions, her whole body locking rigid. Her mouth opened in a silent scream that found its voice a second later — "AAAHHHH!" —raw and broken and beautiful. Her back bowed off the tub wall, water splashing as her hips bucked uncontrollably against my hand. I felt something gushing over my fingers in a hot rush that was distinctly not water.
The sight of Rias falling apart pushed Cortana over the edge.
"Oh—OH—HARU—!" Cortana slammed down on me one final time, taking me as deep as I could go right up to her cervix, and her entire body seized. Her pussy clenched around my cock so tightly I couldn't have pulled out if I tried, and the vibration reached a frequency that liquefied every coherent thought in my skull. "AAAAHHH—!" She cried and as she continued to cum, her body rippling and shuddering in ecstacy. Her thighs shivered, her nipples tightened, and her moans continued to spill out of her blue lips.
I came at the same time. Just as hard!I felt myself pulse inside her—thick, heavy spurts filling her completely, flooding her insides. My vision whited out. Cortana shuddered on top of me, gasping, whimpering, her pussy milking me through every pulse. I felt my cum overflowing around my shaft, leaking out of her and into the hot tub water in threads of white.
For several long seconds, nobody moved. Nobody spoke.
The only sounds were our ragged breathing and the distant waves below against the shore of the beach.
Cortana collapsed forward against my chest, her cheek pressing against my shoulder, her binary code still flickering in slow, satisfied pulses. Her pussy gave one last squeeze around my softening cock that made my whole body twitch.
"Data... successfully... collected," she murmured against my skin, and the sheer absurdity of it startled a breathless laugh out of me.
Rias melted against my left side, pulling my fingers from inside her with a soft, wet sound and a satisfied hum. She brought my hand above the water, examined my glistening fingers, and licked them clean with deliberate eye contact that made my spent cock attempt an immediate comeback.
"Mmm." She released my fingers with a soft pop and smiled. "Not bad for a warm-up."
Cortana lifted herself off my lap with a slow, trembling exhale, my cock sliding out of her with a wet sound. She braced her hands on my shoulders as she rose, her thighs shaking, and the moment my cock left her completely she let out a soft whimper of loss that made my still-hard shaft twitch against my stomach.
"Hhh—that was so good," she breathed, her voice carrying the raw, unpolished quality of someone still reassembling their thoughts from scattered pieces. Binary code drifted lazily across her blue skin in slow, satisfied waves, the frantic cascades from her orgasm settling into something like a digital afterglow. She stood waist-deep in the churning water, with her breasts heaving.
My cock hadn't softened. Not even close. Demon Lord stamina wasn't a perk I'd asked for, but in moments like this I considered it a genuine blessing.
Cortana turned to Rias with an expression I recognized from the many women in my harem. She grabbed Rias's wrist and pulled. "Come on."
Rias let herself be dragged with a grin that was equal parts amused and aroused, water sloshing around them as Cortana towed her toward the far edge of the hot tub. The side facing the ocean.
Both women turned away from me.
They bent forward over the rim, side by side, forearms resting on the cool stone, their upper bodies lifted out of the water while everything below their waists remained submerged. The position put their asses on full display beneath the churning surface—two round, perfect asses, one pale and flushed pink, one luminous blue, side by side.
Rias looked over her shoulder at me. She arched her spine, pushing her ass higher, spreading her thighs beneath the water.
"Pound us both, Haru." Her voice was silk wrapped around a command. She bit her lower lip and rolled her hips, a slow, deliberate tease. "You're the Demon King, and we're the naughty heroines who need to be punished."
The cosplay. She's referencing the cosplay from earlier. The isekai anime I never watched. The demon king and the heroines.
I moved through the water toward them.
The hot tub wasn't large enough for dramatic entrances, but the three steps I took felt weighted with intent. My cock cut through the water ahead of me, painfully hard, still slick with Cortana's juices and my own cum.
I positioned myself behind them. Two asses. Two pussies. Side by side. Waiting.
Rias on my left. Her pale ass was round and full, the kind of shape that filled my hands perfectly and then some. Her pussy was pink and swollen between her thighs, her lips puffy from arousal, glistening with slick that my fingers had coaxed out of her minutes ago. She was already clenching around nothing, her body begging for what my fingers had only previewed.
Cortana on my right. Her blue ass was tighter, firmer, the muscle beneath her skin defined and smooth. Her pussy was still leaking with my cum drooling in a lazy white string from her well-fucked violet hole, mixing with fresh arousal that coated her inner thighs. Her lips were puffy and slightly parted, the dark blue-purple of her inner walls visible between them.
Two of the most beautiful women in any dimension. Bent over. Soaking wet. Waiting for me. If this is what being a Demon King is, then that works just fine for me.
(R-18 end)
…Rias and Cortana were cuddled up together on the king-sized bed in the penthouse's master bedroom, tangled in white sheets that cost more than most people's cars. Rias lay on her back with her crimson hair fanned across the pillow in every direction, one arm thrown above her head, the other draped across Cortana's shoulders. Cortana was curled against her side, her blue cheek resting on Rias's bare chest, one leg thrown possessively over Rias's thigh. The sheets had migrated south at some point during the night and now sat bunched around their waists, leaving their upper bodies exposed to the cool air drifting through the open balcony door. Rias's pale breasts rose and fell with slow, deep breaths.
The sight was genuinely adorable.
These two women had spent the better part of three hours doing things to me and to each other that would have killed a normal man. Multiple times. In multiple positions. On the bed, against the wall, briefly on the bathroom counter before the marble cracked under the force of Cortana's grip and I decided we should relocate before the Gremory family got a damage bill. By the end, Rias could barely form sentences and Cortana's internal processing had slowed to what she groggily described as "operating at roughly fourteen percent efficiency, which is still more intelligent than most human governments."
Then they'd collapsed into each other like two beautiful, thoroughly satisfied magnets, and were asleep within minutes.
I sat on the balcony in a lounge chair, legs stretched out, a towel wrapped loosely around my waist because putting on actual clothes felt like too much effort and too little reward. The midnight air was cool against my bare chest and shoulders, carrying salt and the distant rhythm of waves. Stars scattered across a cloudless California sky, more visible than I expected this close to a city. My ten tails draped over the arms and back of the chair in various states of relaxation, some swaying gently, others completely limp and spent.
Hydration. Hydration is important.
I pulled a carton of orange juice from my storage space and drank directly from it. I'd earned this.
That was a good day. Adventure with Ranni. Capturing Sasuke. The Convention with Cortana and Rias. The nice sunset. Hot tub sex. Everything after the hot tub—which was mostly just more sex everywhere else in the penthouse. A really, genuinely good day.
I took another long pull of orange juice and stared at the stars.
"Hello, Haru."
"HOLY FU—!"
Orange juice went everywhere. Down my chest, across my stomach, splashing onto the tile, soaking the towel that was already doing minimal work. The carton slipped from my hand and my tails snapped outward in a defensive fan, golden fur bristling, every combat instinct I possessed firing simultaneously before my brain caught up with my ears and identified the voice.
Gentle. Calm. Completely devoid of urgency or malice or any awareness whatsoever that appearing silently next to a half-naked man at midnight on a private balcony was in any way unusual behavior.
I turned.
Frieren stood on the balcony beside my chair. She looked exactly as she always did. Petite, silver-haired, those long pointed ears poking out from beneath her twintails, wearing her standard traveling clothes with the white and purple color scheme. Her staff rested against her shoulder with the casual ease of someone carrying an umbrella rather than a weapon capable of leveling cities. Her expression was placid, her green eyes studying me with the mild, detached curiosity she applied to everything from ancient spells to interesting mushrooms.
Behind her, floating in the middle of the balcony with no visible support, was a wooden door. My wooden door. The Fox Hole's door, disconnected from the restaurant itself, hanging in empty air three stories above a California beach like it had every right to be there.
I stared at the door. I stared at Frieren. I looked up at the stars.
Ranni was playing a prank on me… Maybe she was jealous I slept with another blue woman before her?
I pouted at the sky with full, theatrical conviction. Somewhere in her private study at the Academy of Raya Lucaria, across dimensional barriers that would make theoretical physicists weep, my blue-skinned four-armed goddess of the moon was absolutely watching and smiling beneath that oversized witch's hat.
The door behind Frieren shimmered faintly, the wood grain catching moonlight in patterns that looked suspiciously like Carian script, and then it folded into itself and vanished without a sound. Delivery complete.
"Hey, Frieren." I wiped orange juice off my chest with my hand and flicked it onto the tile, trying to salvage some shred of dignity. "What are you doing here?"
Frieren's gaze drifted across my bare chest, the towel around my waist, the orange juice dripping from my abs, and the ten golden tails slowly settling back into relaxed positions behind me. She processed all of this information with the same level of emotional investment she might give to a mildly interesting cloud formation.
Nothing. Not a flicker. Not a blush. Not the slightest indication that a nearly naked, physically impressive man was sitting two feet from her.
I wonder if the elves of her world even have sex drives. Like, at all. In any capacity. Is it a species thing? A Frieren thing? Has this woman ever looked at another person and thought "I want to see them without clothes on"? She's over a thousand years old. Surely at some point in ten centuries she's felt something.
I wasn't rude enough to ask.
"It's been a while," I said instead, reaching for a second orange juice from storage and offering it to her. She took it, examined the carton with brief but genuine interest, and took a small sip. "Where have you been?"
"Adventuring," she said simply, as if the word encompassed everything one needed to know. She took another sip of orange juice, considered the taste, and apparently found it acceptable. "Fern, Stark, and I encountered a demon named Aura the Guillotine. She controlled an army of undead soldiers using a technique that forced submission based on relative magical power." Frieren paused. "It didn't work on me."
Of course it didn't. This elf doesn't fuck around when it comes to demons…
"So I killed her." She said this the way someone might describe clearing a wasp nest from their porch. Mildly inconvenient. Handled.
"Right on," I replied, nodding slowly. "Glad you're all okay. What brings you to my balcony at midnight?" Because that was the real question.
Something shifted in Frieren's expression. It was subtle. If I hadn't spent enough time around her to learn that her emotional range operated on a scale invisible to most people, I would have missed it entirely. A faint tightness around her eyes. A slight downward flicker of her gaze. The barest hint of color rising to her pale cheeks.
Hold on. Is Frieren blushing?
She was nervous? Frieren. Nervous? In all the time I'd known her, I had never once seen the ancient elf mage look nervous.
"I'm taking Fern to the First Class Mage Exam," she said, her voice maintaining its characteristic calm even as her fingers tightened fractionally around the orange juice carton. "It's an extensive evaluation overseen by the Continental Magic Association. The examination is designed to test every aspect of a mage's capabilities and determine whether they qualify for the highest official ranking."
"Sounds important..." I said, wondering where she was going with this.
"It is. Fern has worked very hard." A pause. The blush deepened by approximately half a shade. "The examination is administered by Serie. She is the head of the Continental Magic Association and..." Frieren trailed off, choosing her next words with uncharacteristic care. "She is another elf. Older than me. More powerful than me. We have a complicated relationship."
More powerful than Frieren? I always thought she was the strongest in her world since she killed her world's Demon King.
"Serie and I don't always... get along," Frieren continued. The understatement was delivered with the measured tone of someone describing a centuries-old feud as a minor disagreement. "She has strong opinions about my approach to magic. I have strong opinions about hers. Our interactions can be... tense." She took a breath. "I had a last-minute idea—" she said. "I thought perhaps if I brought a peace offering, it might ease the tension. Something thoughtful. Cookies, perhaps. But I wanted something that would genuinely surprise Serie, and she has lived for thousands of years. She has eaten everything. Tasted every recipe from every era. Surprising her with food is essentially impossible." Her green eyes found mine with quiet, earnest intensity. "Unless the food comes from a chef who can make anything taste better than it has any right to."
"So magic cookies, then?" I said with a grin, pushing myself up from the lounge chair. My towel slipped dangerously and I caught it with one of my tails before gravity completed its betrayal, wrapping the golden fur around the terry cloth to secure it. "I can whip up something that'll blow this other elf's socks off."
"She usually doesn't wear shoes," Frieren replied, her expression unchanged. "Serie prefers going barefoot."
She did not understand that it was a figure of speech, apparently…
"...Right," I sighed. "Why don't you follow me to the penthouse kitchen and we can get started?"
Frieren nodded once and followed me inside.
The penthouse kitchen was excellent. I'd evaluated it when we first arrived and given it a solid eight out of ten. Professional-grade range with six burners, double oven, a stand mixer that wasn't the brand I preferred but would do, and a pantry stocked with high-end basics courtesy of whatever Gremory staff maintained the property. It was missing a few specialty items, but between the existing supplies and my storage space, I could make damn near anything.
I pulled ingredients while Frieren settled onto a barstool at the kitchen island, her staff leaning against the counter, her hands folded in her lap. She watched me work with the same quiet attentiveness she applied to observing new magic. For Frieren, watching someone exercise mastery over their craft was essentially the same as studying a spell. She wanted to understand the mechanisms, the intent, the soul of the thing.
"Tell me about Serie," I said, pulling flour, butter, sugar, and eggs onto the counter. "What does she like? What are her tastes? If I'm making a peace offering for an elf who's tasted everything, I need to know what makes her tick…"
"She's proud," Frieren added quietly. "Too proud to admit when something impresses her. If the cookies are merely good, she'll eat them politely and say nothing. If they're exceptional, she'll eat them and then criticize something minor to avoid complimenting me."
Hmph! No random elf gets to criticize my cookies! "And if they're the best thing she's ever tasted…?"
Frieren's lips twitched. The movement was so small that on anyone else it wouldn't qualify as an expression. On Frieren, it was the equivalent of a beaming smile. "Then she'll eat every single one and demand to know where I got them! And I won't tell her until she BEGS," that last word really seemed to please the silver haired elf girl.
I cracked my knuckles, rolled my neck, and activated my Ultimate Skill.
Lord of the Kitchen.
The penthouse kitchen was my domain now. Every ingredient within range became readable, their molecular structures and flavor profiles unfolding in my mind like open books. The flour was high-quality but slightly over-dried from the California climate. The butter was European-style, higher fat content, excellent. The eggs were farm fresh. The vanilla extract was real, not synthetic.
Alright. Cookies for an immortal elf food critic who's eaten everything for thousands of years, with a secret sweet tooth she'll die before admitting to, made as a peace offering from another immortal elf who would rather fight a demon army than have an awkward social interaction.
Let's do this!
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