The True Endgame

"It"ll be worth it. Don"t you think it"ll be funny to see those two in the same room together?" Fenrir asks.

"They"ll build something that blows the world up."

"That… is actually a valid concern."

"Give d.i.c.k."

"Wh-what?"

"Give d.i.c.k," Serra repeats.

"I thought that"s what you said," Fenrir says with a sigh. "Later. And don"t just randomly… actually, feel free to randomly say stuff like that more. It"s pretty hot."

"Give d.i.c.k now."

Fenrir flicks her on the back of her head before saying, "Say it when I can actually give it to you."

Serra grabs his hand and points at a nearby building. The signpost in front of it has a logo with a bed on it.

"Give d.i.c.k in there," Serra says.

"We – we can"t just be randomly walking around all of a sudden, you say "give d.i.c.k," and then we go and actually – and then I actually give you d.i.c.k in some random inn. It doesn"t work like that," Fenrir says.

"Now it does. So, d.i.c.k?"

Fenrir sighs. "Alright. d.i.c.k."

"Don"t act like you don"t want it."

"I just don"t know how you can be so honest and blunt about what you want. It"s honestly impressive."

"Be more like Damian."

"Who?"

"The ferret."

"Oh, right."

"But… never mind."

"Never mind?" Fenrir asks.

"I"m Damian, you"re Lily," Serra says and nods.

"I don"t know how to feel about that."

"Just take it."

"Sure, sure. Anyways… we should probably hurry up. Don"t want to keep the others waiting too long."

"You know they won"t care if we say why they were waiting."

"You"re not wrong."

With that, Serra leads Fenrir into the inn.

Of course, as soon as it comes to dealing with a stranger, Serra lets go of Fenrir and gets behind him instead to let him do the talking.

Fenrir asks, "Can we uh… rent a room?"

The woman behind the counter has the most knowing, smug smile that Fenrir might have ever seen before. Not even Serra can be as smugly knowing as the woman in front of him now.

"For how long?" the woman asks.

"Uh… not too long?" Fenrir answers. While this wouldn"t be the first time he"s had to rent a room in this game to have some fun with his girlfriends, it"s the first time the person he"s renting it from has been so… obvious about knowing what"s going on.

It"s like the difference between buying condoms by oneself and buying condoms with a significant other. It doesn"t help that Serra is making it extremely obvious by hiding behind Fenrir and blushing.

Fenrir is blushing too, of course, and his tail is wagging.

"So… only ten minutes?" the woman asks, making Fenrir"s ears fold and his cheeks to brighten.

"I – longer," Fenrir replies."

"Longer, ehhh?"

Fenrir hears Serra snerk from behind him. "Yeah… like—"

"Thirty minutes? That"s a pretty short time which should be enough, right?"

Now Fenrir just feels challenged. "Actually, I think… an hour might—"

"Oh? A whole hour? You sure that"s not too long? You did say "not too long" before."

Fenrir goes from feeling challenged to feeling like the-leader-of-group-known-for-being-notorious-a.s.sholes challenged. "Actually, I"ll need it until tomorrow morning, so let"s just say for the next twenty-four hours."

Then Fenrir realizes he might be in trouble. He just asked for a room for an entire day… but he has nothing to trade for it since the people in this town don"t care about coins.

Both Serra and the woman laugh.

"You"re too funny," the woman says. "Here," she holds out a key, "second room on the right up the stairs."

"What – what about paying?" Fenrir asks.

"Ehh? That? Don"t worry "bout it. Not enough folk come around to make charging people worth it. Now, you two have fun up there. Oh, and don"t worry. My hubby built this place st.u.r.dy and thick. You can be as loud as you want and I won"t be hearing anything. Shame."

Serra pokes her head out from behind Fenrir to smile and give the woman a thumbs-up, and then she gets a thumbs-up in return.

First, they found a soulmate for Tabitha. Now, they"ve found a soul mate for Serra. Fortunately, this woman is already married.

"Thanks," Fenrir says, feeling like a shy schoolgirl while Serra and the woman nod at each other.

This just gives him more proof that this is Serra"s harem if anything.

The moment that they are inside of the room, Serra locks the door behind them and surprises Fenrir with her strength by pushing him down onto the bed.

"You"re – you"re really jumping right into this, aren"t you?" Fenrir asks as Serra runs her hands up the inside of his shirt, placing her lips down against his neck to bite and suck on the skin there.

Fenrir has to bite his lower lip to avoid any potentially-embarra.s.sing noises from coming out as Serra works on marking his neck.

Well, everybody is definitely going to know what happened while they were gone now.

While Serra rests her hands on his chest, gently scratching her nails against him, she finishes her job on his neck with a loud popping sound.

She looks down at his neck and smiles.

A large, red bruise is left with marks from her teeth around it.

"Mine," Serra says. "Just because I let you have other girls doesn"t mean you don"t still belong to me."

"E-eh?" Fenrir asks, having never seen this level of… dominance from her before.

"I"ve been practicing being dom with Nell Nell. How is it?"

"It"s uh… really hot. I didn"t think I"d really be into this, but… yeah."

As if to confirm his words, Serra reaches one hand behind her to rest on his crotch. The throbbing response that her hand gets confirms that he"s enjoying this.

"Ca.s.s Ca.s.s might be your dog, but you"re my dog," Serra says.

"Wait… you know about that?" Fenrir asks.

Serra smirks and places her lips back down against the unbruised side of his neck.

Not only does Serra have control of Fenrir"s neck with her mouth, but she takes control of his arms by grabbing his wrists and pinning them down on the bed above his head.

She does give him some service, though, by scooting her lower half down his body so that she can grind her clothed crotch against that throbbing, needy tool restrained by his pants.

Fenrir can"t help but moan.

Despite the fact that she"s hardly over half as tall as he is, and that he"s much stronger than she is, he feels weak right now. Even though he knows that it"s an artificial weakness and that he could take back control at any time… why would he want to?

He wants to see where this goes.

Serra pops her lips off of his neck now that both sides of it have been marked. Then, she leans up toward one of the canid ears atop his head to whisper, "Good doggy," into it, causing Fenrir to moan again.

To tease him even more, Serra slides her hips away from his so that she can reach up and nibble on the top of his pointed ear. A soft, gentle blow into it follows afterward.
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Now, he feels something that he once used against Ca.s.siel.

Serra positions her knee so that its cap is rubbing against the side of his clothed erection. While he knows that it"s just her knee rubbing his c.o.c.k, his c.o.c.k doesn"t know that. His c.o.c.k only cares about the fact that it"s getting stimulated and has no interest in what is stimulating it.

Though, the hornier that Fenrir gets, the more he wants to retake control.

"When I say, "give d.i.c.k," that means give me your d.i.c.k. Okay?" Serra asks and gets an obedient nod from Fenrir in return.

Despite Serra speaking in her usual flat sort of monotone voice, Fenrir finds l.u.s.tful excitement from her words.

Serra is not the type that Fenrir would ever expect to try and play at being this dominant, but he is d.a.m.n appreciative now that she"s doing it.

Fortunately for his pride, she removes her knee from his erection to slide back down his body. Since his erection is running down his right pant leg, Serra knows exactly where to sit as her hands push his shirt up to expose his abdomen.

Fenrir"s neck isn"t his only part that is going to get marked by her mouth. Now, Serra presses her lips down against his muscled abdomen to plant kisses and bite wherever there"s enough skin for her to grab onto with her teeth. This is one of the times when she wishes she was with his real body rather than this one. The toned abs of Fenrir make it difficult to find skin to latch onto whereas Ryouta"s abdomen is softer and looser while still being thin.

Of course, she doesn"t let that stop her from leaving plenty of red bite marks all over his abdomen, and her mouth is only traveling higher.