*Hey everybody! This story was so long, Reddit literally wouldn’t let me post the entire thing at once. So I split it in half, and will post this part now and the 2nd part tomorrow. This part will be mostly world building, character interaction and the like (though there’s still some fun stuff at the end), while part 2 will be almost exclusively sexytime. Enjoy!*
In a morning so beautiful that any sounds besides those of nature itself disrupting it would be a crime, two very distinct and very different melodies took flight from the balcony of the tower. One was the sounds of hard work, the distinct banging, clanging and rumbling sounds that come from work on machinery and combined with the slight, under the breath mutterings of someone deeply engrossed in their work.
A scant few meters to the right came the second sound, and it was so faint in comparison to the first that only the creator of the first noise could truly hear it. It was a faint snoring, the kind that can only come from a truly content sleep. Sprawled across the plush cushion she had set up on the balcony long ago was a great black hellhound. She wore no clothing whatsoever, allowing the sun to soak directly into her dusk skin and soft fur of ebony and crimson. The light sound floated out from between her full lips every few seconds, lazily drifting through the air before drifting into the ears of the Incubus that was working so steadily.
Diedrich meticulously carved yet another intricate rune across the golem’s segmented surface, chiseling millimeter after millimeter with the utmost care as he griped softly.
“I swear, if I ever meet the guy who decided that the “Defense” rune should be so similar to the “Explosive Death” rune, I’m gonna fucking kill him.” Though he had never made the mistake, and this time would prove no different, the sheer inanity of it still annoyed him every time. He’d briefly considered asking Beatrix to help him, though not for very long. The claws she sported on each finger were so sharp they could tear through steel armour like it was paper; she’d have no issue using one of them to carve the patterns into the incredibly tough surface of the golem. He’d dismissed the idea at about the same instant it wandered into his mind. Beatrix wasn’t one for refined, delicate work, more often choosing to solve her problems with brute force and raw talent, be that problem enemies, puzzles or, more often than the previous two combined, convincing Diedrich to give her pups. If he had her help with the golem, he wouldn’t be surprised if she got frustrated halfway through and smashed it to bits. This wasn’t to say she was stupid, far from it. If she really wanted to, she could create a properly functioning golem herself. She simply lacked the patience to do something so delicate. If it were, say, one of his standard humanoid golems, he might have been willing to give her the chance, but this golem was his magnum opus. His margin for error was nonexistent.
Though it wasn’t the first golem Diedrich had made, it was certainly the first of this variety, and it would be by far the strongest he had ever conceived once it was complete. It was widely accepted amongst golem enthusiasts that humanoid golems were simply inefficient and a waste of effort, and Diedrich was no different. He instead often chose more animalistic designs for his golems, or occasionally designs of a more insectoid nature, though these he had to keep away from Beatrix, lest she destroy them out of revulsion. This golem was not based off any pre-existing design whatsoever. It was composed of uncountable numbers of slender, segmented tendrils and vines, each one twisting and writhing in and through itself in impossible angles and imaginary spaces as it floated above the floor. Instead of carving it from standard golem materials, such as stone or obsidian, Diedrich had instead chosen to craft it from dragon bone, giving it unparalleled defense as well as a characteristic oily black color with red and gold flecks. It looked like the demonic personification of the night sky made manifest.
The golem was very nearly complete, and Diedrich was very much looking forward to being finished. It had been a lengthy process to reach this point, more than a week of arduous work – more than twice the time he typically took. In truth, he could have completed the eldritch sculpture in just four days, but there had been… distractions. More accurately, he had to deal with a single distraction of a more carnal nature over and over; the origin of which was sleeping only a few meters away from where he now worked. Every time he felt he was really getting into his groove, he felt her supple boobs press against his back, or her luxuriously soft tail entwine itself around his waist, or her lips against his ear as she nibbled on his lobe, though more often than not Bea simply chose her go-to method of simply pouncing on him; this would invariably end with work on his creation being delayed, since it’s rather difficult to properly work on such precise work while fucking like rabbits for eight hours straight.
Things would have continued in this fashion for some time, with him only managing to get in perhaps an hour or two of work before Beatrix’s libido began firing up again, had he not finally convinced her to hold off until he had completed the golem. It had been three days ago when Diedrich concluded that, unless he wanted to be working on it for the next year, he would have to find a way to make her abstain until it’s completion. But he knew that simply explaining that to Bea wouldn’t work, that he’d have to come up with a more creative solution.
*******
That afternoon, as he was working on the golem, she came to approach him once more. Luckily, she didn’t simply jump onto him and instead opted for one of her more subtle tactics, for which Diedrich internally sighed with relief. His plan would have been immensely more difficult to pull off while they were rolling across the ground in a flurry of kissing, groping and sex. When he felt her hot, sweet breath against the back of his neck, he turned to face her, smiling confidently.
“Let’s play a game.”
Bea matched his smile, though hers had a dash more playfulness. She loved games, and she knew he knew that she loved games. Even in their lovemaking they played a game of sorts, a contest of dominance to see who would get to be on top. She moved closer to him; their bodies separated by mere millimeters.
“What kind of game did you have in mind,” she asked, each word said in a tone more seductive than the last.
“The kind where we don’t have sex.”
“…..”
“…..”
“I don’t want to play this game.”
“Hold on, just hear me out,” Diedrich said quickly, hands raised as though to stop her despite her only movement having been her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Here’s how the game will work: if you can go the entire time it takes for me to complete my work on my apex golem without having sex, you win! But if you can’t handle it, if you end up having sex with me before my work is done, then I win.”
Beatrix thought for a long moment, her bewilderment as plain as day on her face. “What do I get if I win?”
Diedrich reached one hand up to her face, a lengthy journey as she was a full foot taller than him, and, his fingers lightly but firmly cupping her chin, angled her head so they were looking deep into each other’s eyes. He whispered to her, his voice deeper than usual, and every word sent electric shocks of arousal coursing through her body.
“You’ll get a very special reward.”
Beatrix licked her full lips, the arousal tinting her every thought rosy pink. Even still, the prospect of going so long without sex was one she wasn’t very keen on at all. She hadn’t gone that long without sex since the day she met Diedrich.
“Well, I don’t know,” she began. “Do we really have to go that long without doing anything? What if we can only fuck once a day? Oh wait, I know! What if we just don’t play the game, and you give me the reward anyway!”
Beatrix looked down at him, confident he would take her up on her offer. Surely he didn’t actually want to go that long without sex, Bea thought. But to her surprise, Diedrich let go of her face and backed away from her. His entire demeanour changed, going from seductive and caring to outright mocking.
“Oh, I see how it is. Well, if you really think that you’re so weak that you can’t handle even that much, then I suppose I could give you a handicap.”
“Wha-,” Bea sputtered, the indignation contorting her features, and Diedrich knew at that moment that he had her. Diedrich egged her on further, dismissively waving his hand at her as he spoke.
“No, no, it’s fine. I suppose I shouldn’t have expected you to have that kind of self control anyw-.” His sentence was cut off as Beatrix grabbed him by the collar and yanked him until he was close enough to taste the sweetness of her breath and the fires of anger in her eyes, which matched quite well with the fires surrounding them, now much longer and more aggressive than usual.
“Oh yea? I’ll show you; I’ll not fuck the shit out of you. I’m gonna blow your mind with how hard I’m not having sex with you!”
*******
Diedrich was now putting on the finishing touches, a complex rune here, a splash of spatial magic distorting dimensions there, and then all that remained was to inject a magical core to bring it to life. Diedrich took a step back and wiped the sweat from his brow, breathing the sweet air of triumph as he looked upon his masterpiece. It was, by far, the greatest golem he’d ever made. After a few moments, he walked over to where Beatrix slept and sat next to her, moving silently to not wake her. She had flipped over onto her stomach at one point, her meaty rump slightly raised in the air and her long, fluffy tail contentedly swishing back and forth, subconsciously reacting to whatever it was she was dreaming about. Occasionally she would scratch her head with her leg’s claws like a dog, without even waking up. He’d never figured out just how she did that. He stroked her soft onyx hair, feeling the individual silken strands flow between his fingers, and it was plain for anyone to see the love he had for her. He knew how hard it had been for her to endure going three full days without any release. Hellhounds were sexually voracious at the best of times, and not only was Beatrix’s sex drive higher than her peers, she had the added advantage of being the mate of an incubus, the body of whom was able to completely and fully sate her carnal desires in a way few other people, mortal or otherwise, would truly understand. After a short moment of brushing her hair through his fingers, and a much longer moment of unabashedly staring at her unrivalled ass, he stood back up and strode back into the castle. He had to get what he needed for her treat. Or rather, he needed to get something to get those things. The balcony was attached to his bedroom, and it was here he made a silent gesture with the long, prehensile, spade tipped tail that extended from just above his ass.
Within seconds a golem entered the room, it’s insectoid form preceded by the countless tiny clacking sounds of it’s hundreds of legs hitting the marble floor. It looked up at Diedrich, it’s expressionless face somehow managing to convey it’s anticipation, and Diedrich quickly relayed to it all the items he needed it to bring as quickly as it could. Nodding its oblong head once, it quickly scuttled out of the room.
It returned a few minutes later, carrying multiple towels and a large picnic blanket in its foremost hands and a basket filled with food, drink and other necessities for a tropical outing swinging from it’s mandibles. Diedrich took the items and thanked the golem (about which it would gloat and brag to the other creations for weeks to come) and went back out onto the balcony.
Diedrich, holding everything using his tail, made a complex motion with both hands, muttering the spell beneath his breath; lights made of colours that have never existed trailed behind every motion, slowly but surely spreading out until they encompassed both Beatrix and him. Space itself twisted together; space itself groaned as two locations suddenly became one, unused to the strenuous exercise. Of course, all of this was invisible to Diedrich. To his eyes, they simply stopped being at the castle, the mountainous forest replaced with golden sand leading toward the wide expanse of ocean so blue it appeared to be made of liquid sapphire; the cool mountain breeze now warm and salty, taking with it the smell of the ocean as it danced across the beach shore. The instant Diedrich released the spell space snapped back to it’s original form like an all-encompassing rubber band, and breathed a metaphorical sigh of relief, hoping against hope it wouldn’t have to do that again for some time.
Beatrix still slept, resting in the cool shade of a giant palm tree atop her cushion, which Diedrich had thought to bring with them at the last moment. Starting off a romantic tropical vacation with her faceplanting into the ground hadn’t seemed like an especially good idea. He let her rest and got to work setting up. From the basket he pulled out the picnic blanket and lay it on the sand. It looked exactly like what one thinks a picnic blanket would look like, with it’s red and white checkered design, though unlike most picnic blankets, yet very much like everything else within Diedrich’s castle, including Diedrich himself, it could withstand fires of up to 3000 degrees Celsius. He’d learned very quickly that, when your lovers face is constantly emitting flames, it’s best to adapt quickly. The basket he placed on one of the corners, and from within it he took a chilled drink. He sat down and took a long sip of the cool liquid as the golden warmth of the tropical sun enveloped him in it’s embrace.
He couldn’t say how long he sat there; it could have been a minute, it could have been an hour. Either way, he was brought out of the moment by a tall shadow abruptly blocking out the sun behind him. He took one last swig of his drink, put the stopper back in and set it at his side, then leaned back and looked up at the shadow’s owner. Beatrix stood with her hands on her wide hips, trying very hard to mask her delight with an air of aloofness. She might have pulled it off, if her tail wasn’t wagging back and forth. He gave her a wide toothy grin.
“Surprise!”
There was a subtle change in her posture; she hadn’t so much prepared to pounce as she had prepared to prepare to pounce. She spoke, and the anticipation made her voice practically a whisper.
“You’re done working then?”
“Yup,” he replied nonchalantly, as though he hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary. She changed her stance one more, legs tensed so as to be able to leap forward at a moments notice. The flames from her eyes were noticeably longer than normal, and she ran her tongue across her full lips. She spoke once more, and her voice was tinged pink.
“So I won?”
Diedrich turned to face her then, and mentally braced himself, though on the outside
“You won.”
The next moments were a flurry of fur, flesh and passion, the force of her tackle sending them both rolling across the beach and kicking up sand everywhere they landed. Beatrix was making an earnest effort to kiss every single inch of his face and neck that she possibly could. Cheek, nose, neck, ear, forehead; there was no place that was safe from the barrage. Even the constant rolling and changing of positions didn’t deter her onslaught, instead using the momentum to press his body against hers as hard as she could, her hands groping wherever she could. Diedrich was no different, his hands squeezing down on the large, heavenly globes that were her ass cheeks. Finally their bodies came to a stop, Beatrix’s larger frame draped atop his, her ass planted on his crotch and her huge breasts pressed against toned chest. Beatrix’s flurry of kisses only stopped when Diedrich placed his hands gently but firmly on either side of her face and pulled her down into a long kiss on the lips. If the frantic scrabbling against each other before had displayed their immense lust for one another, then this displayed their affection.
Though she would never dream of telling him, Beatrix had noticed long ago that Diedrich still managed to make her heart flutter like a bashful maid. When she felt his lips against hers, it both literally and metaphorically took her breath away. Of course, she didn’t have to tell Diedrich for him to know she loved him. If the way the gouts of flame flared wildly when they touched hadn’t already been a dead giveaway, nor the overprotective manner in which she defended him from harm (which, as one of the most powerful magi in the world, he very much didn’t need), the way her eyes lit up whenever they saw each other had told him more than any words could convey.
The kiss started slow, the lovers simply rejoicing in the feeling of pressing their lips against each other. The escalation was gradual, a flick of the tongue against her lips here, a nibble against his there. Before long the teases weren’t enough. With every second they grew in intensity, until they wrestled their tongues together, tasting each other’s mouths as the fought for dominance using the slick muscles. Diedrich moved one hand to the back her head, the other snaking down to rest on her lower back. Her hands mirrored where his used to be, holding tight against either side of his head, his golden blond hair mingling with the darkness of her fur, all the while being very careful none of her claws touched him.
The kissing didn’t stop as Beatrix brought her tail down to his crotch, stroking his frankly gargantuan member through his clothes. This was where Diedrich had to draw the line. Not that he didn’t want to, far from it. He had to stop it now because he knew if he let her continue, he wouldn’t have the self control to continue to phase two. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss off and simply shook his head. Bea opened her mouth to protest, but before a single syllable could leave her mouth, he pressed a finger against her lips and looked into her smoldering eyes.
“Not yet,” he clarified, before leaning up to whisper directly into her lupine ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “Today is gonna be all about you, baby. Now go lay on your stomach on the blanket.” He punctuated that with a nibble on her ear, making her squeal in delight. Ever the show-off, she didn’t just climb off him and walk over to the blanket. Rolling back to a crouching position, she leaped off him, doing a double backflip and landing on the blanket in a one-handed handstand, then lowering herself down onto her stomach through raw arm strength. Giving a good-natured roll of the eyes, Diedrich got up in a rather more mundane way, eliciting a smug chuckle from the hound.
Diedrich reached into the picnic basket, Beatrix watching him curiously all the while. From it he took a bottle of tanning oil, as well as a grooming brush and a small hand mirror. It wasn’t as though Beatrix was in need of tan, or that she even could. Her skin was a shade of obsidian so absolute it seemed to suck in the colour of everyone near her. The oil was simply a pretense for him to give her a thorough full body massage, complete with a happy ending.
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