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An Artist Among Monsters	By : ClanCrusher Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 21240 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 8
- 9
“The monster lord is outside and requesting an audience.”
Queen Laura’s expression didn’t change. The tension in the throne room was already near a breaking point, and she could scarce afford to cause panic among her subjects now, when a single ill timed action could mean their deaths. Unfortunately, there was only one response to Lord Fateburn’s ‘request’.
“See her in.”
The mermaid general left and was back a minute later with the monster lord behind, her long lamia tail spinning to propel her forward. While few could match the grace of a mermaid underwater, Alice’s powerful tail and effortless manipulation of the elements was one of those few.
Laura rose from her throne and bowed. “Lord Fateburn, it is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. If I’d had more forewarning, I could have prepared a proper welcome.”
Alice cast her eyes to the other mermaids stationed around the room. “Given how nervous your soldiers and generals are, I wonder if you’d have prepared an ambush instead.”
“Please forgive them my lord. Given the history of the Fateburn family, it is unclear how much caution is warranted,” explained Laura tactfully, her tail churning the water as she tried to find a seat on her increasingly uncomfortable throne.
“Not an invalid point, but I find it far more likely that your subjects are worried that I’ll discover your planned assault on Port Natalia and punish them for the flagrant violation of my decree.”
Alice then held up a hand, silencing the start of a defensive reply from the queen.. “Spare me the excuses. You’ve done a miserable job of hiding your intentions and Kraken has impressed upon me that your hatred of humans has persisted over the past century and then some.”
Queen Laura closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath. “Then I will not make excuses! It is precisely as you say. But allow me to ask. As someone who has suffered similarly at the hands of humans, why are you so adamant in maintaining your stance of non-aggression?”
Alice’s swaying tail slowly settled on the stone floor of the throne room and a few bubbles left her mouth in a sigh. “It’s because I am not an idiot.”
The Merfolk general did a double take at Alice’s words. Laura couldn’t hide her shock. “Explain.”
“I don’t believe for a second that you’ve been a queen for over a century and didn’t realize how destructive your plan is. A sizable mermaid population calls Port Natalia their home and will defend it to the death, and the forces of the church are not even a day’s travel away.”
Laura said nothing in response, but to Alice the silence spoke for itself and she continued. “We can do this one of two ways, Queen Mermaid. Either you tell me who approached you and what they offered, or I can force it from you. Either way, I’m not leaving without that information.”
The guards around them tightened their hold on their weapons. Tense silence reigned for a full minute before Alice sighed and raised a hand. “Very well then. If that’s how it has to be-“
“It was Black Alice,” said Laura suddenly. “She said that the other queens would follow her and I could have my revenge on the port.”
Alice frowned. “Black Alice was slain centuries ago.”
“I do not know if she was genuine, but she had the power of a monster lord nevertheless, and she granted me power in exchange for my promise to raze the port when the time came.”
“She gave you power?” asked Alice curiously. “Was it enough?”
Laura closed her eyes and shook her head. “No, it is not.”
“As I thought. Now tell me which queens this Black Alice approached.”
There were not many surprises among the names that Laura read out. Alice knew that every one of them had their grievances with humans, many of which Tamamo had impressed upon her already. Given the lack of leadership after Alice the fifteenth’s demise, it was easy to see how so many of them could be swayed.
By the time Laura’s report was done, Alice’s demeanor had changed from calm control to barely restrained annoyance. “Unbelievable. You would think Tamamo could have spent some time actually ruling in between all the lectures she gave.”
Laura gave Alice a puzzled look. “I’m sorry?”
Alice waved her off. “It’s nothing. Now then, professional advice time. You should cede your title of queen.”
“What?!” Laura’s exclamation was echoed by the general at her side.
Alice continued as though they hadn’t spoken. “Putting aside the conspiracy, your assault against my vassal, and the flagrant disregard of my orders that borderlines on treason, you’re doing a terrible job as queen. Like it or not, your race is deeply integrated with the humans of Port Natalia and you’ve shown yourself unable to rise above your personal biases to be a proper leader for them. Do you even know how many mermaids live in Natalia?”
Laura shook her head and avoided Alice’s gaze. “I do not.”
“It’s a lot. Enough to ignite a proper civil war, and I don’t think you have as much support within Tempest as you think you do.”
Laura sank in her throne at Alice’s admonishment. “Do… do you wish for me to abdicate immediately?”
“No. My personal advice to you is to get your act together. If not for yourself, then for the mermaids you’ve sworn to protect. Whichever you choose, Kraken will be keeping a close eye on you, and so will I.”
Elle remained perfectly still as the Monster Lord passed. She had meant to leave some time ago, but the confrontation between her mom and Alice had glued her to the spot. Now all she could do was wait and hope she wasn’t seen or paid any mind.
It was a futile hope as Alice paused by the alcove and spoke without even turning her head. “You don’t need to hide yourself, princess. These matters concern you just as much as the queen.”
Meekly, Elle swam out from the niche in the hallway. “Mom told me to stay out of sight when you arrived and be ready to flee.”
Alice shook her head. “I would not punish an entire species for the actions of their leader, nor would I hold the family to account for one member’s actions.”
“What about my mom? Are you going to punish her?”
Alice’s tail swayed in the water and slowly coiled up beneath her as she ceased to tread the water and came to rest on the stone floor. “Your mother conspired with a rival to my throne and intended to start a war with humans against my orders. If you were in my position, what would you do?”
Elle’s response was hesitant and uncertain. “I...I don’t know. But if she hasn’t caused any damage yet, then maybe she can be forgiven?”
“Maybe she can,” agreed Alice. “Or maybe next time she’ll be more clever about her deceptions. It’s these sorts of decisions that you’ll be faced with as a ruler. Remember that, if you have to take your mother’s throne.”
Elle nodded, her eyes downcast as Alice turned to swim away, but Elle called out, “You said Ranma was your vassal, right?”
“And your husband last I checked with Kraken.”
“It was kinda on accident,” mumbled Elle. “Does she...really turn into a man when splashed with hot water?”
“He does.”
“And...what’s he like?”
Alice chuckled. “Handsome and idiotically charming. It’s really starting to distract my knights.”
Ranma found herself getting a sense of when Sylph wanted to say something. Even when she wasn’t visible, her natural presence seemed to get more pronounced and her energy produced a slight hum that was impossible to ignore.
Not that it stopped Ranma from trying. She’d spent the better part of an hour focused entirely on her task of ‘acquiring’ food and clothing in a manner that would have put another bounty on her head if she was caught.
Eventually, Ranma gave in and responded to the nagging feeling. “What is it, Sylph?”
“Hmm? Oh, nothing. Don’t mind me.”
“Believe me, I’m trying.”
“And?”
“And it’s not working so spill it already.”
“Okay! How did things go with Morrigan?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Was that your first time as a girl?”
Ranma let out a frustrated groan and sprang from her hiding spot. A moment later, the stall she’d scouted had less clothing than it had started with. “Why is it you can read my thoughts but I can’t read yours?”
“You can’t? But how did you know I wanted to say something?”
“You always want to say something,” Ranma retorted as a hurried dash into a nearby side street gave her cover to change into the new outfit. A moment later her path took her towards the blacksmith. While they didn’t have anything in Granberia’s preferred size and weight, she had seen a promising broadsword.
“Sorry, I’m not doing it on purpose. If you don’t want me to listen in, just don’t think about the things you don’t want me to hear.”
Naturally, this was a sure fire method to make Ranma think about Morrigan even more.
“You enjoyed it? What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing! It’s just...she’s dangerous and I still got roped in.”
“Could have just been her charm getting to you. Succubi are really good at that.”
“I think the world is getting to me,” grumbled Ranma. Her head peeked around the corner for a moment, then quickly pulled back. “Guards around this one. Time for plan B.”
Sylph appeared in front of her as she slipped into the Umisenken and walked unnoticed among the crowd. “Whaddya mean the ‘world’ is getting to you?”
Ranma found it difficult to put into words. To say that she’d never been tempted back in Nerima would have been a down and out lie. Ukyo was both tough and adorable, Akane had her moments, and Shampoo...well, she’d probably be right at home in a world like this. Had it been just one, she might have indulged. Unfortunately, the dynamic in Nerima meant that even a simple date would end as a battle royale.
Here, things were different. Alice’s reaction to his ‘quality time’ with Tamamo had been a shrug followed by an unforgettable afternoon with her tail. Morrigan had seduced her despite her assumption that Granberia was his partner. Even Granberia, the most guarded of them all, hadn’t protested joining in on the ‘punishment’ with Alice.
“Wow, you are waaay overthinking this. It’s making me dizzy. Ooh! I get it now! This is a penance thing, right? You did something bad so you’re punishing yourself by not enjoying sex!”
Ranma stumbled and nearly dropped her technique. “That’s not it at all!”
“Is it a celibacy thing?”
“No!”
“Are you bad at it?”
“I…” Ranma hesitated, saw her opening, and swiped the sword she had her eye on before she lost herself in the crowd. Once she was some distance away from the shop, she finished her thought. “It’s not like I can practice all that much.”
“Hmm…” Sylph fluttered in front of her face and forced a halt.
Ranma turned away. “What? What is it?”
“I’m activating my Sylph powers of deduction.”
“That’s not a thing.”
Sylph continued, undaunted. “You like sex, but you’re nervous about it, you’re annoyed with yourself at being tempted, and you’re not good at it. I think I get it now.”
“I don’t like where this is going…”
“You’re upset at how outclassed you are!”
The accusation hit like a hammer to Ranma’s ego. Sylph’s smug smirk was the cherry on top. With a blush on her face, Ranma pushed past Sylph and threaded through the streets back towards their base.
Unfortunately, Sylph was more than happy to fill in for her silence. “So why not practice then? There’s all kinds of monster girls eager for sex thanks to Ilias. Or are you looking for a teacher?” Sylph’s eyes lit up. “You already have one in mind!”
“It was just a passing thought, don’t you dare read into that,” warned Ranma. Her steps paused and her body went motionless as a group of guards on patrol went past.
“But she’d be a great teacher!”
“She’s like the old pervert on steroids.”
“Who?”
“Someone from my world. He’d be in heaven here. Or dead within a week. Point is, I’m not asking.”
“Why not?”
“Pride. And I know damn well she’d use it as an excuse to humiliate and embarrass me.”
“And drain your energy,” Sylph added. “But would it really be that bad?”
No, it probably wouldn’t. Alma Elma knew martial arts, she knew how to use the wind, and she definitely knew how to use sex appeal, but would she even be interested in teaching?
“Maybe if you let her drain you a few times,” suggested Sylph helpfully.
“I never said I was going to ask her!”
“So what’s your backup plan then? Alice?”
The ambassador house was in view now, but Ranma didn’t immediately go inside. Instead, she leaned on a nearby wall and waited, just to make sure no one had followed her. “Hard to imagine asking her for anything.”
“Really? She’s not that far out of your league.”
“I can’t even punch through her aura. She took me and Beri on at the same time. She’s in a league of her own.”
“What about Morrigan?”
“I met her yesterday.”
“You met Alma days ago.”
“Yeah but Morrigan ain’t all there. Maybe the whole prison thing got to her, but I ain’t sure I’d survive ‘training’.”
“You survived one night. That’s a good start,” Sylph encouraged.
“Let’s just get back to base. Not sure I trust her with Beri.”
“Oh come on, what’s the worst she could do?”
Ranma broke into a sprint.
Morrigan stared. Granberia stared back. The ‘contest’ had been ongoing for the past few minutes, neither of them saying a word.
Morrigan’s tail twitched, her legs crossed and uncrossed, and finally she rose to Granberia’s silent challenge and spoke what was on her mind. “We’d get out of here a lot faster if you took some of Ranma’s energy.”
Granberia snorted. “I’m healing just fine on my own.”
“Your wound is festering with holy energy and you’ve favored your side ever since you got up,” countered Morrigan. “Whatever you’re doing, it isn’t working fast enough.”
Granberia said nothing so Morrigan continued. “Okay, how about a tactical analysis? Every hour we spend in this city, we get closer to being discovered. Eventually, someone is going to notice all the soldiers I’ve charmed away from here. If there’s a fast way to get out, we need to take it.”
“How do you know Ranma’s energy will help?”
“Because I’ve had plenty and its been helping me fight off the holy influences in this place. You take some and that wound will close up. I’m sure of it.”
“Couldn’t even wait until we were out of the city?”
“A succubus has to eat. Just like a dragon has to be condescending. If it’s that big of a deal to you, just take him to that stupid pyramid once we’re out of here.”
The temperature in the room rose a degree at Granberia’s renewed glare. “How do you know about that?”
“The same way that I know dragons are terrible lovers.” Morrigan’s flippant reply only further stoked Granberia’s ire. “Rage at me all you want, but dragons are the only race of monster that require a combat trial before they’ll even consider hand-holding.”
“That’s because dragons have standards.”
Now it was Morrigan’s turn to look annoyed. “A hundred odd years and monsters are still using that line? You’ve known me for a day.”
“And in that day you threw yourself at Ranma. Twice. Or was that long enough to meet your standards?”
Morrigan held up a fist and began to raise her fingers one by one. “He’s handsome, she’s cute, their energy is high quality, they rescued me from imprisonment, and unlike you, they didn’t let their pride get in the way of a little energy drain. He clearly has you charmed, too.”
Granberia rose suddenly, a fire in her eyes. “The hell he has. Say that one more time and you’ll see how much damage I can do without a sword.”
Morrigan met her gaze and didn’t budge an inch. “You walked into a holy city for him.”
“I was ordered to!””
“Were you? Or was that just a good excuse?”
Granberia’s fist clenched and a small burst of steam left her nose. Morrigan’s palm was spread and glowed with her bright blue energy. Both waited for the other to make a move.
“I’m back!”
Ranma’s voice flew in from the front entrance to the game room and popped the tension before she appeared a moment later, packages and sword in hand. “Um...everything okay?”
Morrigan and Granberia were an inch apart. Anyone who looked could have realized things were about to come to blows, but the succubus took a step back and turned to smile at Ranma. “Just an age old monster dispute. Nothing to worry about.”
“Can it wait until we’re out of the city?” asked Ranma cautiously. Even though the question was given to both, her eyes were on Granberia in particular.
“...yes, it can.” Her words were terse, but her fist unclenched and she took a step back.
Ranma sighed in relief. “Good, I’m gonna fix a meal and maybe after we can talk about breaking outta here?”
“Sounds perfect,” said Morrigan. She held her smile until Ranma left the room. “Alright Granberia, how about a challenge?”
“Why in the hell-“
“Just hear me out. I use one simple charm spell on you. Just one. Won’t even last an hour and the only thing it will do is coerce you to act on feelings you already have. The most basic of succubus charms.”
“I know how charm magic works. Why should I let you use it on me?”
“Because if you can resist it, I’ll go along with whatever plan you come up with and stop complaining about your dragon pride.”
Granberia’s eyes flicked once towards the kitchen then back. “Fine, I accept.”
Morrigan grinned and her eyes glowed.
Ranma knew something had happened while he’d showered. Every time Granberia’s eyes met Morrigan, she glared. Every time she looked away, she fidgeted and squirmed in place. Throughout the meal, she refused to meet his eyes.
On the other side of the table, Morrigan’s aura was radiating pure smugness in addition to her sex appeal.
Cautiously, Ranma tried to break the silence. “So...any plans for getting out of the city?”
“I’m working on it,” said Morrigan vaguely. “Should be ready in a few minutes now that the dragon has a new pointy stick.”
The pointy stick in question was a poor substitute for the giant sized butcher’s cleaver Granberia had been wielding before, but it was still a good blade for any human, if a bit thinner and longer than usual.
Ranma could sense the impending answer before he asked his next question. “You want to let anyone else know?”
“After I take advantage of the showers here.” That was the end of the conversation for her as she left the table, tail swaying excitedly behind.
Ranma sighed as she left and looked back to Granberia. Suspicion was there, but he couldn’t be entirely sure of the conclusion.
“How’s your wound?”
“Better.”
The short, one word answer was delivered instantly without so much as a glance in his direction. Ranma got up from his seat and leaned against the table next to her chair.
“Is the sword gonna work for you?”
“I’ll manage.”
“Any trouble with patrols?”
“None.”
“Meal okay?”
“It’s fine.”
“Did Morrigan charm you?”
“Nothing I can’t handle.”
Silence followed. Granberia’s face colored rapidly.
“I’ll go talk to her.” Ranma didn’t make it a step before Granberia’s hand snapped out and her scaled fingers wrapped tight around his wrist.
“Don’t. It’s my problem.”
“How so?” He tugged at Granberia’s grip, but the dragon was unyielding.
“I challenged her to do it.”
“...why?”
“For reasons! Just leave it alone!”
Frustrated, Ranma reached out mentally to Sylph. “Did I miss something?”
“Yep! Don’t worry, I’ll leave you two alone.”
Sylph’s presence faded and left Ranma more confused than ever. Granberia had yet to release his arm. “Okay, I’ll leave it alone if you tell me why you let her charm you.”
Granberia growled and her fingers tightened. “She wants me to heal myself by taking some of your energy.”
“Would that work?”
“No! Yes! Maybe? I don’t know. You dispelled that holy energy seal and you could hit the angels.”
Ranma hesitated. That familiar reflex in the back of his mind was there. The one that triggered his embarrassment and urged him to find some way out of the situation. Except...there was another voice alongside it.
“Wow, you are waaay overthinking this.”
His breath caught in his throat, a slight tremor passed through his body, but eventually Ranma found his courage. “Do you...want to try?”
Granberia’s glare could have melted a glacier.
“Sorry, sorry, I’ll leave.” Except Granberia’s grip wouldn’t let him, and it was only getting tighter.
“We speak of this to no one, understand?” Her voice was a low, guttural growl that sent chills down his spine. His head couldn’t nod fast enough. Finally, her claw relaxed. “Turn around and take your clothes off.”
Ranma didn’t stop to consider the odd request and did as he was told. Behind him, he could hear the straps coming undone and the clink of the armor as it was set aside.
“Alright, turn around.”
Ranma did so and was treated to an unexpectedly cute sight. Cheeks red, an arm across her chest, and tail wrapped around her waist to cover herself, Granberia stood in front of him, more nervous than he’d ever seen her. Unlike the curvy Alma, the slender Morrigan, or even Alice, Granberia had clear muscle tone and definition in her body, presenting an aura of strength even without her sword and armor.
The single blemish on her body was the sword wound at her side, still not healed. The reminder gave Ranma pause. “Are you sure-”
“Don’t even think about backing out now,” Granberia growled. “Now stop staring and do something!”
Her demand caught Ranma flat-footed. After all the times monsters had led these encounters, he’d been mentally prepared to let Granberia take charge. His resolve wavered for just a moment before he took a step forward and embraced her. Against his naked body, her warmth was intense and her strength became all the more apparent as his hands traveled the length of her back.
Finally, Granberia moved to uncover herself and wrap her scaly limbs around him in turn. Her palms were as soft as he remembered, and far easier to focus on without Alice there to compete. He could feel nervousness in the tightness of her grip and her body heat matched the blush on her cheeks.
“Don’t do anything embarrassing or unnecessary,” she growled.
Ranma blinked. “How am I supposed to know what’s embarrassing to you?”
Granberia’s huff released a bit of steam from her mouth. “Just...none of the affectionate things!”
“And those are?”
Granberia turned a glare on him as her arms tightened around his back. “You…” she began, with no clear idea how to finish.
Ranma impulsively took the opening. His head came forward and his lips met hers.
The kiss was awkward and Granberia seemed just as unsure as him, but in the moment none of that mattered. The heat from her body was intoxicating and her kiss was as warm as it was clumsy. Much like when they sparred, their skill seemed near equal. His hands wandered and explored the contrast between her skin and scales. Meanwhile the kiss wavered back and forth between aggressive affection and passive pressing until both of them were breathless.
“Should...we move to a bedroom?” Ranma panted.
Granberia scoffed. “Like that’s going to stop that damn succubus from watching.”
Ranma hadn’t even considered that. He couldn’t sense her, but at the moment his senses were overwhelmed with Granberia’s scent, taste, and touch. Any further thoughts about the succubus were driven from his mind when his back was pushed against the wall and Granberia's knee pressed between his legs.
“Don’t think about her,” she snapped. “This is your damn fault so focus on me!”
There were many ways to debate that line of thinking, but Ranma found it difficult to counter her points once her scaly hand had wrapped around his manhood and enveloped him in her warm grip. It would have been easy to lose himself in that heat, to lean back against the wall and let the exotic texture of her palm and fingers carry him to bliss, but Ranma was determined not to reciprocate.
Her breasts were in easy reach and his fingers squeezed the firm mounds while his thumbs played across her nipples. Granberia’s breath hitched and her leg dropped to steady herself. It was the opening Ranma needed. Another pinch and a twist of his leg, and Granberia was against the wall instead.
He was far from in control, though. A point Granberia succinctly reminded him of when her hand squeezed and stroked in a steady motion along his shaft. Ranma just barely bit back his groan in response to the firm pressure. She wasn’t challenging him, but she wasn’t staying idle, either.
Inspired, Ranma reached to pay back in kind. His hands dove between her legs and wrapped around her thighs. With a grunt and a tug, Granberia was pulled upward, legs spread and poised to accept his manhood, hovering at the entrance to her folds. Reflexively, he hesitated, and looked to Granberia for guidance.
Scaly hands fell on his bare shoulders and squeezed tight. There was fire in her eyes and her voice when she spoke. “Stop now and the first person I’m using that new sword on is you.”
Ranma allowed himself a brief nod before he tightened his grip and slammed forward. Granberia’s moan of satisfaction was rivaled only by his own as he was enveloped by the tightest, hottest hole he’d ever felt. The urge to remain motionless and let those walls milk him to a quick finish was overwhelming, and it took immense willpower to get his hips to move again.
Even then, it was impossible to keep a steady pace. Granberia’s near-searing grip on his dick was sporadic, sometimes soft and sometimes it made movement impossible. Somehow, he endured the sauna of pleasure, and as her natural fluids built, his thrusts smoothed out.
Granberia’s tail wrapped around his thigh while her claws dug into his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. “Harder! Do I look like some delicate succubus?”
“Nnh...but the wound-” Ranma gasped..
The response was a sudden drop of her hips and an increase of heat. Sweat gathered on Ranma’s brow and chest as the warmth became nearly unbearable around his groin.
“I said...harder!” Granberia growled.
Ranma complied and drove his hips forward with all his strength. Her breasts bounced, her mouth opened in a cry, and the draconic heat mixed with his exertions. Spikes of pain kept his climax at bay, but soon it had outright blended with the pleasure.
Any thought of Granberia’s wound and the idea that he might harm her fell to the wayside, and Granberia wasn’t giving her injury much thought either as she met his powerful thrusts with an exquisitely heated clench of her folds.
He couldn’t contain himself for much longer, but for once he wasn’t alone. Copious amounts of her juices were traveling down his shaft and Granberia’s moans had turned towards low, deep toned growls. Each thrust grew more difficult as she squeezed him tighter and tighter, until his willpower was fully drained and his shaft let loose.
Granberia was only a breath behind. Juices mingled, voices mixed, and Ranma nearly slumped against her as his energy was drained and Granberia’s inhuman warmth invaded and spread throughout his body. His arms grew weaker until he finally had to set her legs down, and soon Granberia was the one supporting him, arms tight around his back and scaly tail coiled snug around his leg.
“I’m going to kill that succubus,” Granberia growled.
It took Ranma’s dazed mind a moment to remember who that was. “What? Why?”
His palm was grasped and pulled towards the wound on the dragon’s side, only to find nothing but firm skin. There wasn’t even a scar or scratch. “But...isn’t that good?”
“It means I’ll have to admit she was right. If you don’t want me killing her, you’d better distract me.”
Granberia’s appetite shouldn’t have been a surprise. No monster he’d encountered yet had been satisfied with one ‘meal’. Her tail tightened, and her leg moved around to the back of his thigh. A push a moment later sent both of them to the ground with the dragon on top. Her scaly fingers curled around his and pinned them to the ground. His shaft had slipped out in the tussle, but Granberia was already poised to take him for another ride.
“Move your hips,” she growled. “You think I’m gonna do all the work because I’m on top?”
Her voice was rough but there was red on her cheeks. It was a safe bet that pointing this out would get him maimed, so he curled his fingers with hers and gave the strongest upward thrust he could. His body shuddered from the rush of heat, but it was different from the near-painful tightness of before. It made him want to relax and let the heat envelop him.
Unconsciously, Granberia’s body worked to make him docile, just like the other monster girls. The effort needed to push back against it was significant, but push he did and he was rewarded with Granberia’s satisfied moan and a slam of her hips as she rode him hard.
Whatever inhibitions Granberia had started with had fallen away. Passionate lust radiated from her expression. Her mouth hung open as she panted for breath, her fiery eyes fixed on Ranma’s own and her tail continued to squeeze tight around his leg.
Maybe it was easier for her to enjoy herself without the injury. The strength and aggression were still there, but she moved slower and savored the thrusts, which in turn let Ranma enjoy the powerful, heated massage. The pleased look on her face alone sent an entirely different type of warmth through his body.
His hips moved and her moans filled the room. Granberia’s position shifted as Ranma’s second climax grew close until her body was near flat against his. Her lips caught his in an awkward, sloppy, yet vigorous kiss while his hands slipped out of the dragon’s claws and found their way around her back.
In that heated embrace, Ranma hit his peak, each buck of his hips accompanied with a burst of seed. Granberia’s appreciative rumbles shook his body while her walls milked him in a way to make sure not a drop was wasted.
The second dose of ‘energy’ had calmed Granberia, though she was happy to stay pressed against him while she came down from the pleasurable high.
“That’s...enough energy.”
Ranma swallowed and forced his mouth to move. “You...have enough?”
“Enough to burn this city to the ground twice over and I don’t want to carry you out of here by draining you dry.”
Ranma nodded. “Right...were you going to get up?”
Granberia tightened her arms. “In a minute. We’re not escaping until evening.”
It wasn’t worth arguing the point and he wasn’t inclined to move either. With a pleased sigh, Ranma closed his eyes and settled in her embrace.
Minutes before the gates were set to shut, Ranma snuck as close as he dared, and took careful evaluation of the forces stationed there. The soldiers were numerous and were quick to stop anyone who came near and check for magical influence of any kind. Overhead a single angel watched over the group, her obnoxiously pink bow drawn and ready.
“So?”
“No, Sylph, I don’t want to talk about it,” said Ranma instantly.
“I wasn’t going to ask about that!” protested Sylph indignantly.
“You weren’t?”
“I already saw everything when I spied on you with Morrigan.”
Of course she had. “What did you want to say then?”
“Um...oh! Since you want to get better, I asked Morrigan to evaluate your performance.”
“Can this wait?” asked Ranma quickly.
“She said you were clumsy, awkward, and it was painful to watch you fumble around, but it was really cute, too.”
“Thank you, Sylph,” said Ranma flatly.
Ranma was spared further critique by the timely arrival of the cloaked Morrigan and Granberia. They were not the most effective disguises, but it was far better than nothing given how much they stood out normally.
Granberia already had her sword drawn. “Any changes in the guard?”
“None. About thirty normal fighters and some paladins, along with the archer angel. They’ve got a barrier of some kind on the gate, too. I think the paladins put it up. Is the flight still off?”
“Still not working,” confirmed Morrigan. “Wards around the walls are particularly strong. Any sign of the leader?”
Ranma shook his head. “Nothing. I bet that archer will call Ariel real quick though. That’s gonna be my first target. You sure they won’t chase us past the forest?”
“Positive,” confirmed Granberia. “The angels seem to want you dead far more than the humans anyways. I’ll take on the paladins. Morrigan, keep the rank and file off our back.”
For once, Morrigan didn’t snap back at the dragon and merely gave her a nod, while energy danced at her fingertips.
Throwing the cloak aside, Granberia faced the gate. “Are you two ready?”
Ranma gave his knuckles a crack. “Ready.”
Ariel landed on the top spire of the San Ilia church and waited. Far off in the distance, she could see a black haired human in discussion with a succubus and a dragon while the battalion at the gate waited in ignorance of the fight approaching them.
Beside her, the silver haired Valkyrie watched in tense anticipation. “Shouldn’t we assist them, archangel?”
“There is not enough holy energy outside the church to sustain us.”
“But we could direct the humans to the gate! And the weaker angels could-”
“Stall them for a time, maybe, but victory is unlikely. The dragon swordsman is back at full strength.”
“What? That wound I inflicted should have been lethal to anything short of a monster lord. Nothing can combat that energy!”
“I’m well aware of what it should have done, but she is very much alive.”
Far away, the battle began in earnest. Granberia led the charge and knocked scores of soldiers aside. Morrigan flew in between the ranks and left several bound and paralyzed by her magic. Ranma had charged straight through to engage the angel and already had her on the defensive. Bells rang and shouts raised, but half their number had already fallen.
“Ariel, if I may ask, why is Ilias so fixated on this human? His abilities are impressive and his energy is unusual, but his power doesn’t even come close to hers.”
“It is because he accomplishes things that shouldn’t be possible,” the archangel replied. “And those who can evade the omnipotence of our goddess cannot be allowed to roam unchecked.”
The fight at the gate was in its twilight. Ranma and Granberia had turned their attention to the holy barrier to hammer it with their attacks, and those unfortunate enough to show up and reinforce the gate were quickly disabled by Morrigan’s touches. In minutes, the magic shattered and the three figures slipped through the closing gates.
“What should we do now?” asked the Valkyrie.
“We’ve done all we can. We must return to the heavens. The task now falls to Promestein.”
“Promestein? But that traitor never leaves her laboratory.”
“She won’t have to. They’ll be going to her.”
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