“You caught a tan a hours ago. It’s hot as hell, let’s head home.” Of course I was lying — Ibaraki’s pale complexion had hardly bronzed, even after a half-day under the blazing sun. I’d have chalked her insubordination to delusion were it not for the smug grin that played at the corners of her lips; outright defiance suited her better.
“Huh? Are you talking to me?” She tilted her sunglasses to the tip of her nose, amber eyes gleaming with satisfaction, “I don’t take commands from humans.”
While we were worlds apart in size — I dwarfed Ibaraki by several degrees — the arch-oni was wickedly strong, and with that strength came indignation. Nevertheless, I was the master and she the servant; how could I have gotten that through to her?
“I guess I’ll just use on of my command seals to settle this.” The sigil atop my backhand glowed in anticipation. “Or we could settle this with a little friendly competition; how about the Mating Game?"
That piqued her interest. "The mate...wha—" A blonde brow arched in confusion as Inaraki leaned forward from her lounging chair, imploring elucidation.
“It’s simple: We test each other’s sexual prowess and stamina and the first to submit becomes the winner’s property. We’ve been butting heads ever since I became your master; let’s settle things for good." Of course I was baiting Ibaraki, but a twinge of doubt stirred in my stomach regardless of my perceived prowess.
The pint-sized terror scoffed, "Your arrogance is astounding but admirable. Tell me, why would I ever subject myself to such a primitive game with a human of all creatures” A good point, were it not for the command seal I’d managed to judiciously save. To see her stand before me, barely rising past my waist, and pout so incredulously would have been cute had she been joking.
"Simple." I snapped, a portion of the seal glowering like a hot coal before dissipating into ether.
Ibaraki groaned, “I hate you.” I hadn’t stripped the brat of her freewill. I didn’t need to. Compulsion to participate would be enough.
"I could crush you, you know? Perhaps I will. You can be my little pet when I’m dined does that sound good?" She tossed back a hefty ponytail of gold and pinkish streaks. Everything was excess with her; from a flowing mane to the crimson tattoos that set her flesh in an ornate dichotomy of creamy white and ruby. Despite Ibaraki’s snobbery, I could smell the excitement upon her. The crash of briny waters along the beachhead set the mood. “I’ve made men thrice your size beg to kiss my feet — shall I call you Footstool once I’m finished?”
“You’re on.” No one was around to see as I pulled down my trunks, releasing the pulsating slab of cock-flesh so eager to meet its challenge. At attention, the mighty meat-spear jutted outwards, pointing directly towards Ibaraki as though begging her to take it. Even the most generous estimate of my endowment would fall short of a foot; it was obscene. Seldom could I use such a thing on a normal woman, nor did I want to, but Ibaraki was anything but normal.