The Demon Lord Is An Angel
Chapter 395: *Final Comforts - Part 4*

Chapter 395: *Final Comforts - Part 4*

Kir glowed from within, both literally and figuratively, as he felt love, pride, and admiration for the women before him.

He had no idea that making love at the end of the world would bring out so much in them. That they would rally around Kassin and bring her into herself. That they would explore each other in body and mind, while still retaining their senses of self.

That last point he’d feared, not knowing what the bond would do, but it seemed he needn’t have worried.

Everyone was getting along.

And all it took was psychically binding my lovers and their lovers together... He chuckled at his own ridiculousness, sparing a passing thought for what Moshui would think when she found out. But just as quickly as the whim came unto him, he let it go as he lowered himself on top of Amarena’s monstrous member, taking the top position for the first time that night.

He felt her mana shift as she reinforced her body to hold him there without buckling backward, which was exactly what Kir needed as he raised his hands between Kordia and Lapins’ legs, slipping his middle fingers into them as he began to make love to the three women at the same time.

It was easy to draw orgasms out of Kordia and Lapins. Each offered their breasts to be savored by him and Amarena as they made out. Rena, he knew, would be the hardest to bring to climax after what had to be her fourth or fifth round, after pleasuring him and Kassin.

But Kir had a trick up his sleeve, or rather inside his dimensional storage, that he was still in the midst of understanding.

Mimzy.

The mimic, he’d discovered, was not a creature of thought, but a creature of hunger. From what little delving he’d been capable of, he knew only that it came from someplace in between places. And the only sense he gained of that non-place was one of pressure. The membrane of the universe, from which - thanks to the natural portals formed by Perditions - mana would sprinkle into that nowhere place, drawing forth the beings who were conscious without anything to be conscious of.

It had been madness to think of an eternity without stimulation. Without the concept of stimulation or otherness.

And because mana was their first taste of something else. Something real. Mimics chased it. Hungered for it when they seeped through the pinholes in reality.

And when Kir had formed his bond with Mimzy, the mimic had been unable to withstand the sheer, alien depth of a mind that was so aware of things without being those things. For through mimicry was how the creature from nowhere tried to understand the reality it found itself in.

But Mimzy could not be Kir, and so the simple intelligence, in the moment of Kir’s bonding, discovered an inversion of its drive to absorb. Because it could not eat the one that tamed it, Mimzy chose to be absorbed instead.

It had been a strange discovery for Kir, but not an unwelcome one. Mimzy had lacked any sensations but hunger and satisfaction. As a part of him, Kir found his hunger for mana had grown, cutting into about a quarter of his generation rate. But with so much protean flesh to command, he felt that once he knew what he could do, the benefits would outweigh the costs; especially if his next evolution granted him another increase in his generation rate.

For now, he had yet to complete the expansion of his consciousness into his mimic flesh, but he had enough at his command to begin an experiment...

"Kir is that..." Amarena started to moan, her thoughts abruptly fading as Kir manipulated the inside of his pussy, perfectly forming it to her while simultaneously adding more surfaces, more folds, and bumps, to stimulate her inside of him.

He opened his mind about Mimzy through the bond, showing everyone his realizations about the mimic flesh at his command. By adding mimic flesh to himself, his body would remain the same under it, but everything on the surface was his to change. It was a strange sensation for him to say the least, since mimic flesh lacked the same sensory inputs, but the amount of psychic pleasure he derived from satisfying the girls made up for it.

A naughty thought passed from Kordia and Kir obliged, forming a thick, fleshy cock for himself right on top of his thumb-sized clit. He shuddered from the indirect stimulation he got as Kordia lowered herself onto his member and began to grind her hips, her tits bouncing up and down, pink nipples covered in saliva and sweat as she made out with Lapins.

Shifting his attention slightly, he found that Lapins enjoyed a smoother, gliding sensation. Something more akin to wet lips pressing against each other. Kir obliged this preference by making the area around his middle finger more stimulating to her outer folds, adding just a bit of mimic-flesh to the digit to smooth it out as he hunted for her erogenous spots.

Each poke into a spot Lapins liked came as a surprise, and while he didn’t quite overcome her dislike for male penetration, he could feel that the sensations he was giving her were alien enough that she could accept them. Yet he couldn’t help but question why Lapins was fine with Kassin but less fine with himself. The reason he sensed went beyond simply accepting Kassin as a girl, and when he concentrated on Lapins, trying to probe deeper, he found something dark and hidden. Something that he knew would violate their trust to see.

And so he withdrew his scrutiny, hoping Lapins didn’t notice his probing as he brought her to yet another climax.

"Just leave her be, when she’s ready she’ll tell us," Kordia’s voice bloomed in Kir’s mind. "I won’t tell her you peeked, so focus on saving the world."

Kir met Kordia’s eyes, blushing. He was a little embarrassed that she was mastering the bond faster than he was, but she’d always had far more to do with the interconnectedness of the mind, body, and soul thanks to her training as a healer. She would make a wonderful witch once she graduated... assuming Kir’s extended excursion hadn’t put everyone back a semester.

"Stop worrying about us and focus on yourself," Kordia chided him, her thoughts clear despite her gasping, panting face as she bounced on Kir’s pseudo-cock.

Kir took a breath and cleared his mind.

A grin spread on his face as he began to focus, taking the lead with Rena as he rode her harder and harder. Adding more mimic flesh to a second finger and a third which he probed into Lapins. And lastly, placing his free hand on Kordia’s neck, choking her as he thrusted and ground his hips against her, spreading her legs as he felt his loins surge.

Kir’s orgasm cascaded into the churning sea of pleasure he’d already brought out in his lovers. A tsunami of cascading waves of lust inundating everyone in the tent. Even Kassin, laying on her back and watching them with hazy eyes, gushed from the sheer power of the lust connecting the five of them.

For one precious moment, the world went away.

Though far from physically exhausted, Kir regained himself to the sound of his husky breathing. A satisfied rumble purred in his chest as he withdrew, storing his mimic flesh and luxuriating in the taste of his lovers as he cleaned his fingers with his long tongue. Kordia’s sweet and citrusy spend with a lightly savory, wild musk. Lapins’ sharp, fruity and sweet-sour drips.

Maybe it was his incubus half that made them taste so delightful. He’d tried to hold back from draining them throughout the round of lovemaking but sensed that a part of their mana had blended into his anyway.

Kordia slid to rest between Amarena’s breasts, her thighs wrapped around the demoness’ still leaking cock as Lapins braced against her. A few breaths passed and Lapins pushed off of Rena, her legs failing her as she fell into a squat. Kordia departed after a few more breaths, turning to give Rena a thank-you kiss before she stood off to the side and stretched. The three women were far from exhaustion, though Rena’s mana had taken a considerable dip, given all the "leg work" she’d done to stay mostly upright whilst on her knees.

"If this is what making love at the end of the world is like, sign me up," Kir grinned as he approached Kordia, leaning down for a kiss.

A whimper came from Kassin, carrying both a bit of sadness at being left out and a fear that her body couldn’t handle more.

Maybe it was time to give everyone a rest...

As soon as Kir had the thought, he found Amarena behind him with a crackle of speed. A spike of pain warned him that she was already inside his ass, and his tail wrapped around her as the shuddering traveling up his spine needed somewhere to go. She quickly wrapped her arms under his, pinning him in place.

"I hope you aren’t thinking we need a break," she said, echoing in the bond. "Because I know you aren’t sleeping tonight." She licked along the edge of his ear, sending another shudder down his spine.

The world tilted as Amarena bore Kir down on top of herself, her back coming to rest in the cushions as her tail flicked Kir’s inner thigh, eliciting a slight gasp of pain.

Kir watched as Lapins helped Kassin to her feet, before approaching him along with Kordia.

A thrill rumbled in his heart even as a part of his mind giggled with lust.

"Heehee... looks like I’m in danger."

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