Baphomet: Checkup with Greilia

>Be Anon VonKreuz.
>Dark Knight of Her Benevolent Majesty the Demon Lord.
>You have been travelling the realms for years, protecting her people and striking down her foes.
>Another day, another brush with Death.
>Another rendez-vous with your favourite Sabbath Witch.
<“Again? Anon, for the bottomless love of Maou, again?”
“You’ll notice that it’s nothing too bad. Just some stitches should do.”
<“That’s a least 30 stitches, Anon. If it wasn’t for the False-Life, you would not have survived a third of what I healed.”
“Now, now, I’m sure it’s not so bad… I’d bet you five gold coins you’ll need less than 30 stitches.”
<“No Anon, I’m not the one who needs stitches.”
>Still, she strikes your open hand, as hard as she can.
<“And you’re on.”
“Ow. Be gentle, I’m wounded.”

>A little later, in Greilia’s private laboratory.
<”Thirty… one.”
“Lucky.”
<“You’re lucky.”
“I’ve left my bags at the entrance. Help yourself of five golds. I think I’m just gonna sleep for now.”
<“Sleep? Anon, you have the False-Life, you should not get tired.”
“I know… It’s kinda worrying me, I’ve been feeling more and more exhausted these days. Hell, I’m even feeling hunger again… but nothing has any flavour.”
<”Anon. Your soul is starting to reject the False-Life.”
“What?! That’s possible?”
<“Yes. Despite your contract with The Dark Powers, you are not an Incubus, and since you haven’t died, you are not a real Undead either.”
“What’s gonna happen to me?”
<“You’ll lose your powers as a Dark Knight, become a normal human once more.”
>You just lie there, the black haired Baphometh seated next to you.
“I’ve never heard of a Dark Knight returning to normal.”
<“It’s because they get married before the rejection is completed. Mana supplied by the wife binds the False-Life deeper to the Soul.”
>You try to think of a fellow Dark Knight who might still be a bachelor tens of years after taking the Dark Oath.
>But only one comes to mind.
>You.
“Huh… Well…”
<“I’ll leave you to your nap. Once you wake up, come see me, we’ll find something to eat, I’m sure I have a couple potions powerful enough so you might taste them.”
>You let the short Mamono jump off the bed and head to one of her less encumbered desks.
>For a moment, you just observe her as her hooves clack against the tiled floor and she busies herself with her research.
>Oddly enough, the little noises of the alchemical tools and the document she sifts through lull you softly to sleep.
>Thoughts of your returning mortality and the “need” to find a wife oddly absent as you close your eyes on the image of her cute tail and the occasional glimpse of her thighs hidden under her white coat.

>When you wake up, it is the middle of the night.
>The enchanted sundial on the wall tells you the sun will rise in a couple hours.
>The weigh on your shoulder is a little less heavy.
>To your surprise, your friend is still hard at work.
>A magically conjured fire is providing the Head of the Healing Sabbath with just enough light as she observes, slouched on the scrolls-covered desk, the potion softly bubbling inside the labyrinthine collection of glass tubes.
>You think she deserves a break and walk up to her.
“Hey, Greilia, I’m feeling better already, why don’t we go grab a bite instead of watching this thing percolate.”
>But the childish goat-girl does not react.
>You grab her by the shoulder and the light pull on her diminutive frame almost sends her sprawling on the floor, thankfully, you grab her before she falls.
>Yet, she does not wake up, snoring softly in your arms.
>Worry rises in your heart.
>It quickly turns to panic as the alchemical processor begins to shake, the solution boiling violently within it.
>Cracks begin to appear on the thinner tubes and colourful steam escapes from them with a threatening hissing noise.
>Taken by surprise and fearing that the alembic is on the verge of becoming a bomb, you raise a hand towards it.
>A short incantation later and the out of control instrument is swallowed by opaque shadows, pulled towards the abyss and disappearing without a trace.
>The deed done, with your friend still in your arms, you run outside in search of someone still up at this hour.

>Time passes.
>Eventually, the Baphomet opens her eyes.
>She is clearly confused as to why she is in the medical ward instead of her lab.
<“Hi Anon.”
“Hi Greilia.”
<“Did I fall asleep?”
“Yeah.”
<“Oh. What happened to the potion I was working on?”
“It almost exploded, I got us rid of it.”
<“I see, that must be why we’re here… What time is it?”
“It’s close to mid-day.”
<“Oh. That’s why I’m so hungry, still wanna eat some of my cooking?”
“Greilia, you’ve been sleeping for 2 days straight. Your disciples have been transferring you nutrients directly into your body.”
<“Two days?”
“They’ve told me you’ve barely been eating anything these last few months, let alone sleeping. What on Earth are you doing?”
<”My research is too important.”
“You fell unconscious because you were exhausted and starving! Are you stupid?!”
<“I AM WORRIED SICK! WORRIED ABOUT YOU!”
“Whu- About me? But I’m-“
<”You are NOT invincible! You are just a human! A human some stupid demon convinced he could pretend being an Undead!”
“But- I’m not-“
<“Not in any danger?! Don’t make me laugh! Every night I wake up screaming, nightmares of how you’ll come back to me! I’ve heard voices, a thousand times, telling me you had died! I’ve brewed litres of dream-killers potions to stop these horrors! To try and get a wink of rest.”
“Greilia.”
<“I… I care about you, Anon. I can’t keep on living like this, wondering what you’re doing with yourself, not caring about a thing.”
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize.”
<“No… It was selfish of me, forgive my outburst, you took the Oath. You’re putting yourself in danger for everyone’s sake. I’m sorry, I’m just tired. Let me rest a few more hours. I’ll call someone to prepare me some food when I wake up.”
>You rise from your seat.
>Instead of heading for the door, you climb on the bed, too big for its one tiny occupant.
<“Whu- What are you doing?!”
“Taking care of you. Consider it my thanks, for all you’ve done for me in the past.”
<“D-dummy! Cuddles won’t help! I need to rest!”
“Won’t you rest better like this?”
>You pull her closer to you. Hugging her tightly.
>The fur on her arms and legs tickle a little.
<”This is so embarrassing. I haven’t showered in…”
“Well, your breath is absolutely atrocious, but I consider it punishment for my sins.”
>You love the way her ears go beet red.
>She’s adorable, trying to hide her face in your shirt.
>But she’s gotta be careful with her horns so close to your face.
>The two of you fall asleep, peacefully.

>Under the “strong advice” of the other Sabbath members, Greilia and you take a few days to take care of one another.
>You are forbidden of entering the labs, must eat together 3 times a day and shower.
>Which brings us to the current moment, the morning of the third day.
>And you are trying to force the door to the baths open.
“I said I want to wash your back! Dammit!”
<“No! No! No! No! No! I’m a big girl! I can do this on my own!”
>It seems this will require some more time.

>Fifth day, afternoon.
>You’re in the inner courtyard.
>You’ve borrowed a blanket which you have draped over the two of you, lounging on a bench, a stack of books near you.
>Not a single research document, despite her attempts at hiding one between the pages.
>Greilia resting between your arms, her own book on her lap.
>Eventually, you reach the end of your tome.
>After the wedding, they lived happily ever after.
>Which reminds you of your current predicament.
>You are not married yet.
>It’s pretty obvious now that Greilia likes you.
>But… You have yet to officialise it.
>Having her so close to you so often is starting to have effects on you.
>Especially now, as you breathe the smell of her long silken hair, feel her warmth upon your body and her weigh on your lap.
>But, you restrain yourself.
>She looks very invested in her book, bothering her now with that would be rude…
>Fuelled by curiosity, you steal a glance at her book.
>”YES BIG BROTHER!” she screamed, her voice reaching her highest pitch yet, “BREED ME LIKE THE FILTHY SLUT I AM!”
>And her big brother answered. “Fine! I’ll make sure to fill you to the brim with my spunk!”
>Dirty girl, indeed.
>How did you not see how red her ears were?
>You lean forward, bringing your lips as close as possible to her earlobes.
“Well Greilia, enjoying your read?”
>With a strident “Eep”, she sat up, straight as a plank and slammed her book shut.
<“A-A-Anon! I m-may have forgotten… I mean, I see you’ve finished your book, ahaha…”
“Now, now, Greilia. Stay calm, you’re being awfully loud, you wouldn’t want to bother the tranquillity of your sisters, am I right?”
>Obviously, the little pervert on your lap quickly caught on that your tone implied terrible mischief.
>Under the cover of the blanket, you reach around her midsection, stopping her from fleeing.
>You feel the rising dread in her stiff backside.
>And as your hand slowly dive towards her legs, she realizes she has made a grave mistake.
<“Wait wait wait! Anon! What if someone sees us?!”
“We’ve been sharing the same bed for a week. I’m pretty sure our relationship is the worst kept secret of the convent. Besides, I can feel how excited you were while reading this in public.”
<”I’m sorry! I left myself get distracted!”
>Sliding under her tunic, your fingers brush against the drenched fabric of her panties.
>You feel her tail rising up as high as it can, getting out of the way of what’s to come.
“You’re sorry, but you enjoyed this thoroughly, did you not?”
>Your other hand glides upward, easily opening the side of her garment and massaging her petite chest.
>The Healer moans softly under your touch.
“But don’t let me stop you, Greilia. In fact, I’ve grown rather curious. Why don’t you read a few more lines for us, mmh?”
<”O-o-out loud?!”
“Whisper it to me.”
>You punctuate your demand with a light nibble on her burning scarlet ears.
>To her credit, she manages to stifle the pleasured cry as she manages to open the book.
>She flips through the chapters hurriedly, her hands shaking as your assault on her sensitive parts do not relent.
>Her tits are soft and malleable, yielding easily under your touch, while her rock hard nipples poke your palm, begging to be teased.
>Between her legs, you run large circles with your hand upon her exposed skin. Her youthful thighs are a pleasure to massage, while her delicate pussy makes a sticky mess of her underwear, which starts to drip on your pants.
<”I-it was then that B-big brother’s thrusts became more and more -AH!- err~rratic! Runya knew he was close to unleashing his potent sperm inside her greedy little pussy!”
“Would you like that? Greilia?”
>You ask, in a cruel whisper.
“To be treated so roughly? Being…”
>To her horror, you return to a page earlier, searching for a specific line.
“Being fucked into submission by his massive dick?”
>You quote, while pulling her drenched panties to the side, exposing her virgin lips to the warm air filled with your excitement under the blanket.
<“NO!”
>You freeze.
>Did you go too far?
<“You… Only by you. I want you.”
>She is right, you really are a dummy.
“Sorry Greilia.”
>The two of you share your first kiss.
>She is ravenous, her warm lips seem to never have enough of yours, biting at you, trying to capture your tongue.
>Frustrated by the awkward angle, she spins upon your lap, wrapping her delicate furry legs around your waist and pressing her minuscule boobs as hard as she can upon your broad chest.
>Her juices spill out generously on your still confined erection.
>You grab and pull greedily at her buttocks, taking great pleasure in the sighs she breathes in your mouth.
>It is your turn to wince under her assault, as her dainty claws-tipped hands tangle in your hair and her tongue explores your mouth, she begins to hump the hard length poking her stomach.
>Her torture of your manhood is meticulous, long, graceful undulation of her small frame, dragging all of her lower body along your meaty pole, making sure to spread as big as possible a stain of her natural lubricant on your clothes.
>A part of you is actually worried at how much she is leaking, but before you can question it, her teeth graze your neck, wrenching a surprised gasp from you while she leaves a very noticeable hickey on you.
>You aim to do the same, when an arcane force pulls on your trousers, leaving your bare ass on the hard bench of stone and a very excited Goat-Girl still happily grinding on your naked abs, making sure the head of your dick has just the time to kiss her wide-open snatch, before she brings her over-sensitive clit to brush against your burning passion and finishing by nestling your glans against her belly button.
>You begin to lift her light frame, planning on giving her the ride of her life, when she puts one index finger to your lips.
<“Anon. Listen. I want to give you my everything. My first kiss is already yours, now, you’ll take my first time and my Mana. One day, I’m sure, you’ll be the father of my first child. But I want you to promise me something. Your life, has to be mine. You will not give it to anyone else, your body is mine too, you will take care of it, as you’ll take care of me, as I’ll take care of you and as we’ll take care of our children. Finally, your soul belongs to me. You will break your contract with the Darkness, and you will protect my Sabbath as our Dark Knight. No more travelling warrior, only the defender of our home.”
“We can also just stay like this until you beg me you make a mess out of you.”
<“You won’t last.”
“How much do you bet?”
<“Everything.” she answers, kissing you passionately.
“Fuck me, I lost.”
>With disconcerting ease, she slides down your virility, her tight canal greedily gripping you, swallowing your entire length and stretching her so much her pupils go unfocused.
>The two of you need a minute to get used to the onslaught of sensations.
>You want to savour this first time, but she is clamping down so hard on you, you do not dare to move.
>As for Greilia, she looks down towards her tummy, she can see the massive member within her, and never had she felt so full, so deliciously pushed to her limits, so proud of taking this beast inside and so impossibly horny.
>She is the one who moves first.
>Her entire body trembles as her hips slowly separate from your crotch, long thin bridges of her excitement cling to your skin.
>She exhales short little gasps, which sounds like a broken giggle.
>You fear you might have just pounded her brains out.
>When she slams her tiny body with reckless abandon, you fear she might be planning on doing the same to you.
>She is shaking so much, a broad insanely happy grin on her face.
<“A-Anon! Make me fly!”
>She feels her legs like jello, but she wants so much more.
>You see the unbridled desire in her eyes and throw caution to the wind.
>WHACK.
>Discretion is dead, the wet sound of your thrust smacking against her bubble butt echoes through the entire courtyard.
>Greilia grabs the cloth on your shoulder with desperate strength, leaning backwards and angling that one spot right where you fill her the best.
>The way her belly bulges is obscene, and she moans with unrestrained bliss, but the Baphomet is long lost to pleasure and her cries only make you wanting more of her debauchery.
>Holding with all your might on her handful of an ass, spreading her buttocks to her limits, you slam her diminutive frame on your throbbing erection.
<”AH! AHnn! GHA! ANON!”
>Each and every single one of her mewls, of her words, of any little noise her body makes as you use her for your pleasure is driving you closer to the edge.
<“Harder! Harder! Harder!”
>How you wish you could, but you’re already putting your everything in what you hope has to be the most thorough fucking this side of the continent.
>But you are a devoted husband and you try anyway.
>Standing up, she hangs onto your shoulder for dear life, but the new angle helps you speed things up.
>She looks like a mess, a panting, furiously blushing, sweaty, dishevelled, on the precipice of the greatest orgasm of her life, glorious, mess.
>She screams you name and come undone.
>Her love juices splash on your shirt and her pussy wrings you for all you’re worth.
>Try as you might, you can only thrust a few more time before you explode inside her.
>The sudden surge in her deepest parts only prolongs her mind shattering bliss, she can’t speak, barely moan and mewls pitifully as her brains attempt to manage the rush of pleasure.
>Thank the god she is so light, you can barely stand up.
>But you realize you might have to run.
>All around the courtyard, various members of the Sabbath are showing their “solidarity” spurned on by your display and the Mana wave which certainly escaped Greilia, who has yet to calm down the full body spasms rocking her body.
>You decide to make your escape, before the more unruly members start their orgy.

>The next morning.
<”You are a monster.”
“Ironic for you to say… But I’d like to say: I’m sorry, I got carried away.”
<“We both did. But I agree, take responsibility and carry me around until I can walk on my own once more.”
“Fair enough, I did promise to take care of you, pledge my soul and my life, all that good stuff.”
<“Y-you’ll need to do better than that to embarrass me!”
“Did I ever tell you how red your ears can be, it’s truly amazing.”
<“Shut up! Shut up! You’re a bully!”
>You easily stop her weak flailing around with a kiss.
>But you notice something.
>So you steal a second, and a third for good measure.
<“A-Anon! Wait! I don’t think I can take another round!”
“I can taste you.”
<“Huh?”
“My sense of taste is back.”

>Years go by.
>Despite work not becoming any easier, especially with a child growing inside her, Greilia has never looked healthier.
>Gone were the dark circles around her eyes, and she had begun to fatten up just at the right places.
>As for Anon, he had become the mentor of a new faction of Dark Knights who worked tightly with the Sabbath.
>Far were the battlefields and well healed were his scars.