Chapter 43: Like Daughter, Like Mother

IRO

Zeltaria began to stir, her body trembling from the strange spell Ika had cast.

Iro released his hold on Aranya’s leg and moved towards the Succubus, hoping to lend a hand and get a better look at the black, shedding figure in Zeltaria’s lap.

Before he could get too close, Ika, still catching her breath and leaning into Cerys’s arms, reached out and grabbed his wrist.

“Let them rest, pup. They need it. C-Cerys, Miss Aranya? Could you two help move Zel and our reborn Holleen? The water might disturb her molting. She needs to cool down.”

Cerys nodded and turned to Iro. “Mister Iro, please stay with Madam Ika. Miss Aranya and I will take care of Master Zeltaria.”

Iro took Cerys’s place, helping Ika into a more comfortable position. He watched as Cerys and Aranya carefully moved Zeltaria out of the bath, the Succubus still cradling the newly reborn Holly.

As the others left the pool area, disappearing through the steam wall, Iro found himself alone with the elder Succubus.

“You were brave to want to help. But this wasn’t something you could handle,” Ika said, her tone gentle.

Iro knew she meant no harm and took her words at face value. “Is it because I’m too small?” he asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

Ika smirked. “Something like that. ~Speaking of~…” She slowly got up, her legs shaky, and moved to sit on Iro’s lap.

Iro let out a surprised squeak as the mature Succubus was suddenly on top of him, both of them naked.

“You’re the first ~man~ my dear ~ruta~ has been with in centuries. What makes you so special?”

She leaned in, her slender, forked tongue flicking across Iro’s cheek and tickling his ear. “Could it be she’s into dogs, after all this time?”

Iro stuttered as Ika licked him, her arms and body holding him in place.

The warm water around them heightened his senses, and the confident woman’s presence was arousing the ~rest~ of him.

“I-I don’t really k-know. Z-Zel just sort of…likes me?” Iro replied. “I, uh, I see where she gets her…~attitude~ from.”

Ika laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. When she looked at him again, her eyes were glowing with a fiery red light.

“Oh, and you ~are~ a charmer too. Maybe ~that’s~ why.”

Iro jumped as he felt something softly brush against his hard member. Looking down, he saw Ika’s tail, thin and scaled, gently rubbing him as she held her hands on his shoulders.

“W-why don’t…why don’t you find out?” Iro teased. He instantly regretted his words. ~Why did you say that, dummy?! You know she will!~

Ika laughed again and leaned into him, pressing her bare D-cup breasts against his chest. “If you’re ~offering~, then I’ll happily indulge.”

Before Iro could respond, Ika covered his mouth with her hand and kissed the back of it.

She winked at him, lifting her hips to align his cock with the tip of her tail. Slowly, she sank down onto him, and Iro moaned into her hand.

She was soft, smooth, and even warmer than the water they were in. Iro’s head fell back into her hand as he reveled in the pleasure.

Ika moved her hand from his mouth to cup his ear, gently scratching and rubbing the sensitive spot.

Iro whimpered from the ear scratches, but his whimpers quickly turned into moans as Ika began to move her hips, riding him slowly.

“Canines, as lovable as you are, are all the same. One little touch of the ears and you’re putty.” Ika leaned in again, pressing her breasts against Iro to lightly nip his opposite ear. “I ~like~ playing with putty.”

Iro almost melted at her seductive voice.

It was similar to Zeltaria’s, curling and caressing his ear, but it seemed to carry more weight and lingered in his ears, like a prolonged, whispered touch.

Without warning, Ika sank down to Iro’s base, easily taking his knotted cock into her depths. She giggled softly as he grunted and squirmed, trying to hold back his orgasm.

“It’s okay, puppy. I’m ~well~ past siring age. That ended a couple centuries ago.”

She continued to move her hips, keeping Iro deep inside her. When he remained stubbornly on the edge, refusing to cum, she perked up.

“~Oh~, I see. You’re being a good boy and making sure you don’t waste any on old me. Naughty pup, don’t you know you good canines are absolute ~studs~? You could breed a whole pen without batting an eyelash, I’m sure. ~Size~ be damned.”

Iro looked at Ika out of the corner of his eye. Her face was flushed red, a stark contrast to her pale skin, and her eyes were glowing hotter. He shuddered and shook his head slowly. “N-not…it…”

Ika tilted her head in curiosity, still moving on Iro’s cock and pleasuring both of them. “No? Then what, puppy? Go on, tell your urta.”

Iro trembled once more, her seductive voice and relentless rhythm making him weak. He was sure she could, and probably would, drain him of every last drop of his seed if he let her. “I—I don’t want to…dirty the pool…”

Ika’s laugh echoed again, this time laced with a carnal desire. “What a good boy, so ~considerate~. Maybe that’s why Zel is fond of you.”

She raised her hips, giving Iro a brief respite, before she dropped back down, clenching around him, sending waves of pleasure coursing up his spine.

She leaned into him again, her hold on his head possessive as she pressed it against the nape of her neck. “Then I’ll just have to take ~all~ of it in, won’t I? Go ahead, puppy. ~I won’t spill.~”

Iro shivered at her provocative promise, his hands slowly rising to encircle her back.

She felt smooth and warm, likely a combination of the hot spring, and he let one hand slide down to cup the curve of her shapely ass while the other clung to her back.

Ika giggled as Iro’s hands found their places, and she reciprocated by cupping his ear and trailing a hand down his back, lightly scratching around his tail.

“That’s a good boy. Urta’s here. Go on, ~touch me~.”

Iro nodded, breathless as he fought to delay his climax. His hand slowly kneaded Ika’s ample ass cheek while his other hand massaged her back, pulling her against him as his chin rested on her shoulder.

She was taller than Zeltaria, or at least taller than Iro, and she used that height to affectionately dominate him.

He couldn’t turn, move, or look anywhere that didn’t include some part of this motherly Succubus.

Iro whimpered as he felt Ika’s clawed hand curl around the base of his tail, rubbing it as if it were an erect penis, and she giggled enticingly into his ear.

“As much as I enjoy ~this~, little pup, I still want to see ~everything~ you have to offer. Now please…”

She nipped his ear again and hugged him close, her vagina clenching around his shaft as she wiggled her hips, stimulating his painfully erect member. “Cum for me.”

Iro stifled a howl by gently biting into Ika’s shoulder, causing the older Succubus to gasp in surprised delight and hug him tightly as he came, filling her depths with his canine seed.

She moaned and cooed into his ear as he gently thrust his hips upward, trying to squeeze out every last drop of pleasure until finally he sank back against his stone seat, spent.

Ika smiled warmly at him, her hand brushing his cheek and trailing down to his chest, a claw tracing a path to his belly button. “Not half bad, little pup. You do a lot with so little.”

She cradled her lower abdomen with her free hand as she sat upright on Iro’s lap, finally deciding to stand again. She lifted off Iro’s legs and sat in the water next to the weary canine.

She turned in her seat to face him and Iro, still worried about sullying the pristine spring waters, looked for any signs of escaping milky white semen. Ika giggled and stroked his cheek. “What did I tell you, pup?”

Iro shivered at the implications and leaned back as Ika pressed her hand into his chest. “You rest now, good Iro. You’ve got a long hike ahead of you, and a busy time when you get back home.”