Ever After 9: Alma Elma

"Ahahaha. Little Luka... Out for another humiliation?" Alma Elma grinned sweetly. The obscene queen stood at the head of the Coliseum, a smile on her face, laughing gently as she swayed her hips. "Maybe you're looking for me to finally let you try out my ass? A little anal to celebrate your one hundredth loss in the arena?" The women in the stadium cheered wildly. Luka wasn't smiling. His face was serious, as he held his sword up. "Oh, Luka, you're getting all over-serious, like Granberia... If you get too worked up about your losses, you can't focus on the part of them that's fun." She licked her lips slowly. "Come on... How about I let you snuggle up against my breasts?" She lunged, suddenly, her impossible speed propelling her towards him as her wings flapped. "Gotcha!" She wrapped her arms around him, forcing him against her breasts. "Loss number one hun... huh?"

 

Luka wasn't in her arms. He had slid between her legs, and lashed out. She managed to dodge the worst of the blow, but a glittering wound opened on one of her wings, opalescent energy flowing out of the cut, as she frowned. "Luka... It's no fun if you get too serious. I wouldn't want to hurt you."

 

"You think you don't hurt me enough as it is?!" Luka gritted his teeth. "Always teasing me, calling me Luka Boy, humiliating me in front of everyone, and then running off and leaving me behind... That hurts way worse than anything you could do if you punched me!" His heart was pounding. One hundred times she'd done this. He'd gotten sick of it. He wasn't satisfied with her teasing and taunting him, playing with him for a little while, and then disappearing for weeks at a time. That wasn't why he'd fought her in the first place. That wasn't why he'd lost to her. "You're just doing what you've always done! Running away from anything that makes you feel weird or vulnerable! I'm not going to let you get away with it this time, Alma Elma!"

 

She narrowed her eyes. "This isn't very cute behavior, Luka. Maybe I should just fly away, hmm?" She turned, the magic circle appearing around her, ready to whisk her away. And in a moment, he was next to her, his blade slashing into her side. She let out a gasp, as the angelic speed let him get a blow in. "Ah! You're taking all of this way too seriously, Luka! It's all fun and games, you know? It wouldn't be very nice if you forced me to get serious with you, here, in front of everyone!" Her eyes were flashing, her brow furrowed. "That's not very nice! You know I hate getting too rough with you, I don't want to hurt you!"

 

"You make it sound so easy." He growled. "Maybe I don't mind if you hurt me!" He held his sword up, watching her stance. She stared at him reluctantly for a few moments.

 

"Sheesh, Luka... Behaving so manly. Getting a girl's blood worked up. Fine... But if you lose this time, I'm taking you back home, and it's for keeps. You want it serious... You know what it means to challenge the Queen Succubus and lose, right?" she asked, her voice soft, just a little bit sorrowful, her eyes sad. He twirled his blade once. Then she lunged forward. Her fist struck him in the kidney, with a blow that sent a shock of pain through his whole body, nearly paralyzing him where he stood. He gasped, and swung his blade, trying to focus through the sudden agonizing burst of pain. She grabbed the blade on one hand, and struck him in the forehead. He felt the world reel around him, and spun, his arms pinwheeling through the air, falling flat on his back. She stood over him, and sighed. "I told y... Hmmm?" He was grinning.

 

"You're a great fighter, Alma Elma. But you really don't know how to play to your strengths." He stood up, grinning. His head was ringing, but Gnome was already reinforcing him. Two blows that should've put him on his deathbed were shrugged off, as he swung the sword. "You're a maestro of violence, there's no doubt about that. But just like I can't beat you with sex, you can't beat me with your fists!" He raised his blade, and fire ignited across it, as Salamander rose inside of him. Alma Elma frowned softly.

 

"Luka, boy... We both know you aren't any good at hitting people you care about. And it's not as though you have a true cause to fight for, now." She lunged forward, her knee striking forward, and he parried, his blade catching the violent blow. She was incredibly fast, which made each blow land with incredible power. But she didn't have his grounding, and with Gnome up, he could stop her blow. He grinned up at her, as her expression turned ugly for just a moment.

 

"Maybe you should've practiced violence a little more, Alma Elma. Because you'd better believe that I have something I'm fighting for!" He brought his sword around in a rapid-fire set of blows. It flickered through the air, landing strike after strike on her, not giving her enough time to counter any given cut. She wheeled away, bleeding energy from a dozen glittering places. "I'm going to fight for your sake! I'm not going to let you refuse my feelings anymore! I'm going to show you that I care about you, and that I won't be pushed away!" He could feel the fire burning inside of him, as Alma Elma gritted her teeth.

 

"You're a cute boy, Luka... But awfully presumptuous!" She darted forward, a series of quick blows aiming at his solar plexus. He dodged each one. "What makes you think I even want a boy like you, hmmm? Too serious for me! Not nearly carefree enough! You don't play my games!" She took another strike, and Luka avoided it. She stepped back, her fist tightening. "Maybe you need me to loosen you up!" She swung the blow upwards, aiming for his chin.

 

His blade met it on the way down. The diamond fist strike lost its momentum in mid-air, as the blade began to glow. He saw her eyes widen in fear. "I'm going to remind you what it feels like to not be in control!" The blade exploded in a coruscating rainbow of different shades of blue, a tremendous sphere of light engulfing her. There was a deafening noise, followed by a deafening silence. The light disappeared, leaving Alma Elma standing in front of him. Her hair was a rich red color, her figure somewhat less buxom, a bit more toned, as she stared down at herself. The crowd was deathly silent. Then, as one, they stood up, and began to cheer wildly.

 

"Incredible! The Fake Hero Luka has reversed his one hundred game losing streak, to defeat- Nay, humiliate!- the seemingly invincible Kyuba! And now, the one thing on everyone's mind is, will the hero finally revenge himself, and humiliate the Walking Obscenity, the way she has so eagerly humiliated him at every opportunity she had before!?" The announcer's voice rang through the stadium, as the women in the crowds clapped and cheered. Luka looked up at them, just a little bit annoyed. They'd been exactly the same way every time he'd been defeated. No loyalty, just the desire to see anyone who was in the stadium get humiliated.

 

"Y... You took away my powers, Luka-boy..." Alma Elma was looking down at her hands, her eyes full of tears. "I'm... not a Succubus, anymore..." Her voice was worked up, and she sniffed softly. "I wasn't that cruel, was I...? I tried to create harmony between humans and monsters, and I did everything I could to be nice to you... I just... wanted to play games with you. You're taking this too far..."

 

"Oh, suck it up, Alma Elma. You're going to be a Succubus again the moment you get some energy." Luka frowned, his hands on his hips. "But I think you've spent way too long not knowing what it feels like, to be helpless, to be..." He stepped closer. His hand slid between her legs, in front of everyone. The walking obscenity, Kyuba, Queen Succubus, froze, her eyes going wide, as she shivered. The mystical tattoos on her skin were still visible. They were meant to enhance her physical pleasure, to heighten her awareness of her own body. Of course, as a Succubus, she was in control of her sexuality. But as a human, she let out a long, needy moan, her thighs clenching around his hand.

 

"L-Luka... When did you get so rough..." she asked, her voice breathy and soft. Her eyes were green as a human, he could see. "H-Have I corrupted you so much...? Is that cute, innocent little Luka going to have his way with me, while I'm helpless, and powerless, in front of a crowd of screaming women...? What have I done that was so bad...?" she asked softly, as he felt her warm, dripping honey flow over his fingers, already soaking her clothes. Without her succubus magic, her clothing was becoming less adherent, falling off of her body, exposing her slowly, as she shivered.

 

"You made me fall in love with you, and then you wouldn't take responsibility." He whispered it, just loudly enough that she could hear, but nobody in the stands could. He stepped closer, and kissed her, hard. Her mouth was as sweet and warm as ever, but with her powers gone, she couldn't suck away his energy like this. He pressed his hips against hers, his erection pressing against her groin. She let out a high, feminine little moan, her hips shaking a bit as he pressed into her body, his palm grinding back and forth across her soaking crotch. He finally pulled away, a little string of saliva connecting their mouths together, hanging in the air before it snapped.

 

"Ahahah... You know, so many boys fall in love with me, but they're so easy to overpower... Just a little rubbing or kissing or paizuri, and they're helpless. You're awfully determined, Luka... Did you want something else? I'm no cook, and I'm a terrible mother. I probably couldn't even resist eating your semen, if you were to try to impregnate... me..." Comprehension dawned in her eyes. "Oh. So that's part of why you transformed me... How cruel, Luka! Turning me into a human, so you can impregnate me? That's such a naughty trick..." She giggled softly, her legs spreading. "But I like it, too." She purred softly, as she let him tease and stroke at her skin.

 

He spread her legs apart, his hands spreading them wide. The scent of her honey filled the air, sweet, beguiling, entrancingly soft. Even without her succubus magic, she was gorgeous. The glamor she used was impressive, but it had a lot to work with. "I want you to be mine. I want to stay with you, Alma Elma. I won't let you just teach me like a game. So... I'm going to do this. Please, don't be angry at me for it." He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to the ground, his legs tangling with hers. She laughed softly, her eyes soft and warm.

 

"Mmmm... It's okay, Luka. If you want to make me into a mother for your children... Well, I don't mind if you're the one who's doing it." She giggled softly. "And impregnating me, in front of this... huge crowd..." Her eyes widened. Like someone coming out of a years-long bender, and being sober for the first time. "Oh, wait, Luka, wait, maybe... Maybe we should do this in private..." She spoke quickly, her voice nervous, as she looked around. The crowd was growing quiet, watching as he pulled his pants down. "There are so many people... Please, no, this is too embarrassing, Luka, my first time as a human being in front of so many people...! You can't, please, I-"

 

"This is how you did it to me." Luka whispered into her ear, his hips pressing against hers. His manhood was still contained by his underwear, but he ground the bulge against her, provoking a few long, lusty moans from the former Succubus. "You always told me that it was the right of the victor to play with the loser the way they wanted... You wouldn't change your mind just because you finally lost, would you, Alma Elma?" He gave one of her ears a gentle, but firm, playful little bite, making her let out a soft little whine of pleasure.

 

"You're so cruel, Luka boy... So much you wanted to do to me, hmmm? I thought we were just having a fun time in this Coliseum. I didn't realize what kind of stakes you were playing for... I guess that turnabout is fair play, isn't it? That was how I got to use you as a toy..." She giggled softly, spreading her legs a bit wider, as he climbed on top of her, her modest breasts jiggling a bit. "Well, my body is all yours... We can worry about my heart later, okay?" She smiled sweetly, and he let out a growl. He bit one of her nipples right through the clothing, catching it between his molars. She let out a high pitched little whine, her back arching and pushing against him, as his tongue teased and toyed with her. "A-Ah! Gentle! My body's so sensitive..." She shivered, watching him shift his underwear down. The tip of his shaft rested against her gushing pussy, and he pushed forwards.

 

She was no less beguiling as a human. She might have had questions about her own competence, but he didn't. He let out a heated breath, as he pumped his hips forward, penetrating her tight womanhood. He could feel the bands of muscle squeezing around him. Without her energy drain, the experience was not quite as unbearably intense, but that was part of the fun. He could actually hold out. A hundred losses in the Coliseum had given him a surprising amount of stamina and resilience, and now he was bringing them to bear. His hands roamed over her sides, stroking, teasing, petting, rubbing, while he drove his manhood into her. He was rewarded with her high, feminine cries, her back arching.

 

"Luka! N-No, too much!" She cried out, a reversal of their usual positions. Her legs were spread wide, though, and there was an ecstatic smile on her face, drooling a bit, her tongue hanging across her lips. He bent forward to kiss her lips, his hips pounding against hers. She was incredibly pleasurable, but just human. He could hold out. He could actually make her feel good. The idea of it was thrilling for him. The one chance he finally had to make the succubus queen feel pleasure in front of a stadium. He could hear the women of the crowd beginning to chant his name. It brought a humiliated flush to Alma Elma's cheeks, but he could feel the passion. The joy.

 

"They're all cheering for you, too, Alma Elma... They're getting to see you're not that different from them." He murmured into her ear, as the chants filled the air. "They want to see you become the Hero's sweet, adoring wife, you know... It'd be a shame not to oblige them, wouldn't it? Why don't you give in, and I'll give you lots of orgasms, and you can be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen..." He murmured, teasing her, watching as she bit her lower lip. Some of what he was saying was clearly affecting her deeply, making her writhe. He could hear her voice growing higher, her moans becoming more strident. "You'd make such a lovely wife and mother. I bet you'd even be better than the Monster Lord." This last tease seemed to push her over the edge.

 

Luka had never seen Alma Elma orgasm before. It was practically a seismic event. Her back arched, her hips pressing up against him, as though trying to force him as deep inside of her as possible. He could feel the softness and the hardness of her body, an intriguing mix of sensations as he was buried inside of her by the thrusting of her hips. And somehow, impossibly, he was able to hold on. The warmth of her body was intense, but merely human, something that he could overcome. "I take it back, Alma Elma... Like this, you can't keep up sexually, either. All that time, spent honing that demonic body of yours, and you forgot all about the essentials, didn't you..." He grinned. "This is how humans do it, you know, without any control, having to contend with all of those feelings..." She spasmed underneath him again, her eyes rolling up, a gasp escaping her. "It feels like an appropriate... Nnn... punishment, doesn't it? For teasing me, all those times, about being premature...!" He leaned in, and gently bit her earlobe. She writhed, a third orgasm hitting her.

 

Her breathing was growing ragged, now, her eyes unfocused, as she struggled. He pumped a few more times, feeling her tighten and clench around him. He was more resilient than he had been, but it was hard not to want to cum inside of her. To make her bear his children. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, pumping a few more times. Then, he came with her. Her clenching womanhood milked at him instinctively, as though trying to guarantee that he would get her pregnant, another orgasm rippling through her, the two of them cumming together. He panted, as she arched her back. The semen dripped deep inside of her, and she panted for a few seconds, before her hair turned purple again, her eyes turning red. "L-Luka boy..." she muttered, her eyes lidded. "Such a bad... bad boy. You're such a good... good pupil..." She cooed, leaning back, her eyes closing, as she lay, spent, across the ground.

 

Several minutes later, the two of them sat together in the small hot spring that was used for the competitors. "I'm sorry, Alma Elma..." He flushed. "I was... a little too rough... Do you hate me?" The two of them were sitting naked together, only a few feet apart. He snuck a peek over at her. She was pouting, and his heart sank.

 

"Of course I hate you... Silly boy. Ravishing me in front of that crowd, humiliating me as the Succubus Queen, making me orgasm harder than I ever have in my life, getting me pregnant... You're a terrible young man. Really depraved. I certainly hope that you weren't going to just abandon me now that you got to get me pregnant. You're going to have to take responsibility, after all, for the child you sired inside of me." His eyes widened, a broad grin spreading across his face. "I really stole your heart, didn't I, making you so hungry to take me like that... I must admit, though, it felt better than I've felt in a long time." She grinned. "Maybe I'll encourage you to win in the tournament again, hmmm?" She took his hand, resting it on her stomach. "I can feel them inside of me, already... It's funny, I never thought I'd be a mother." She frowned a little bit. "Do you..."

 

"What?" He asked, curious, his head tilted. She scooted a little closer to him in the hot water. One wing wrapped around his shoulders, and that soft, fleshy tail wrapped around his waist, resting against his groin affectionately, dripping the slick mucus onto it, like a hungry animal waiting for a meal.

 

"Do you think I'm going to be a better mother than mine was? I don't want our children to hate themselves for what they can do. You deserve better than that." She leaned her head against his.

 

"Of course you'll be better. You're a good person, Alma Elma. When you commit to something, there's nobody better than you." He smiled, and leaned up, kissing her on the cheek. "Why do you think that I kept coming back to face you? There wasn't anyone else who I wanted to end up with." He ran a finger across her cheeks, teasing one of her horns. She let out a little needy groan, rubbing her stomach. "What's the matter?"

 

"Oh, they're already hungry... Greedy, just like their mother." She smiled sweetly, her tail suddenly plunging down. Luka gasped, the tip of the tail wrapping around his cock. "I'm glad you're so firm and strong, Luka... They'll need lots of energy to get strong. You're going to have to feed me a lot. I hope you're feeling up to the task." She cooed, her voice a sing-song, as the mucus-filled tail wrapped tightly around his cock. Wet, squishing noises filled the air, as the tail began to squeeze and suck at him, slowly sliding up and down. The noises it made were obscene, as walls of muscle rippled around his shaft, eagerly impelling him. "I'm glad you're such a quick shot, you know... You never hold food back from me. Such a lovely, giving boy." She grinned, as he lost control. The sweet tingle of her energy drain filled him, pulling his orgasm out forcibly. He arched his back, as semen splattered up inside of her. She giggled softly, as her tail continued making chewing motions, the soft flesh sucking and licking at him. "Oh, my! I think that might be even more food than the children and I needed!"

 

"R-Really?" he asked softly, panting, lethargy setting in over him.

 

"No. I'm sorry, husband. But you chose this life... Please forgive me if I am hungry. I'm going to need to take a break from the arena while I am busy with this, and of course, I couldn't give my children any but the finest energy. I hope you can bear it, because I'm going to need to drain you night and day until the children arrive..." She giggled softly, and bent forward, her lips wrapping around his manhood. He was hard again in seconds, and being forced to another orgasm not long after that. He closed his eyes, smiling. It was okay, being embarrassed by his wife. She was happy with him. He'd finally gotten through to her. She'd probably always be flighty, but he knew that she'd make a perfect mother.

 

"I love you, Alma." He murmured softly. She let out a little giggle, lifting her head, semen dripping from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes glittered with mischief, as she pursed her lips, swallowing noisily.

 

"I know, Luka-boy. I love you, too."