Chapter 212: She Chased Me Naked Through Six Rooms

Chapter 212: Chapter 212: She Chased Me Naked Through Six Rooms

I pulled out and scrambled backward so fast I nearly fell off the bed.

Naked, hard, shiny with her, and now sporting a fully manifested black tail that still dared to wave, I tried to fold the entire situation into some internal pocket of pure shame.

’Get the fuck in.’

It didn’t work.

The tail remained out, horned tip curling with obvious self-satisfaction.

Giselle lay frozen for three full seconds, thighs still open, cunt glistening in the low light.

Then she sat up.

Mana gathered around her right hand in a sharp, dangerous sheen.

"Are you a monster from a dungeon?"

"What?! Of course not!"

’Get back inside. Right now.’

[Nope.]

The tail stretched, plucked a half-empty water bottle from the bedside table with surprising dexterity, and poured the contents over itself in a slow, deliberate rinse.

Water ran down the black length and dripped onto the expensive sheets.

When it finished, it gave the bottle a little shake and set it back down like a guest who had just freshened up.

Giselle’s eyes went wider.

"You are definitely a creature. Was I just fucking something that crawled out of a gate?"

She lunged off the bed and swung.

I barely dodged.

The tail, thorns neatly retracted, took the opening and whipped across her bare ass with a clean, loud crack.

Slap.

Both of us froze.

[Ohhh. What a plump, perfect ass. Ten out of ten. Bouncy.]

Giselle’s hand flew to the stinging cheek.

A pink welt was already rising.

"...That wasn’t intentional," I said quickly.

"You are fucking dead."

She came after me.

I ran.

The apartment’s ridiculous six-room layout turned into a battlefield of pure humiliation.

I bolted through the bedroom door into the living space.

The tail streamed behind me like a banner of my poor life choices.

Giselle followed, naked, white hair flying, mana still flickering around one fist and the red mark on her ass glowing like a target.

"Come back here so I can cut that thing off!"

"It’s not a separate thing! It’s attached!"

[Technically I’m the one driving it right now. You’re just the vehicle.]

’Stop helping.’

The tail decided to help anyway.

It hooked the edge of a decorative vase, flicked it into the air, and caught it again before it could shatter.

Giselle almost tripped.

I used the half-second to dive into the second bedroom.

She slammed the door open hard enough that the handle left a dent in the wall.

"Revien!"

"I’m sorry about the ass!"

"You’re going to be sorrier!"

I vaulted the bed.

The tail, apparently bored with defense, reached back and gave her other cheek a lighter, almost playful swat as she climbed after me.

Giselle’s shriek of outrage could have shattered the window.

[Left one is slightly higher than the right. Charming asymmetry. I want to bite it.]

"Don’t bite anything!" I yelled at the empty air.

Giselle’s eyes narrowed to slits.

"You are talking to it. You’re negotiating with the demon tail while I’m trying to kill you."

"It’s complicated!"

We crashed through the doorway into a spacious bathroom.

Marble, glass, a shower large enough for four.

I tried to slam the door.

The tail helpfully held it open for her.

Giselle stalked in, breathing hard, breasts rising and falling, the red handprint-shaped mark on her ass the most dignified thing about the entire scene.

"Retract it."

"I’m trying."

[No, you’re not. You’re still hard. Look at yourself.]

I looked down.

Traitorously, embarrassingly true.

The chase, the view of her naked and furious, the residual feel of her cunt, none of it had calmed the situation between my legs.

Giselle followed my gaze, made a sound of pure disgust that was not entirely convincing, and pointed a glowing finger at the tail.

"Last chance. Inside. Or I start cutting."

The tail lifted its horned tip, gave a little wave, then shot past her, coiled around her waist, and yanked her forward.

"He—"

She collided with my chest.

Soft breasts crushed against me.

My cock trapped itself against her stomach.

The tail settled around both of us like a satisfied seatbelt.

Giselle’s forehead dropped against my collarbone.

"I hate you."

"Understandable."

"I hate the tail more."

[She says that now. Give her ten minutes.]

"Stop commenting on her ass and let go."

[Make me.]

Giselle’s hand found the base of the tail where it emerged from my spine.

She squeezed.

Hard.

The voice made a startled, offended noise inside my head, and the tail loosened just enough for Giselle to shove me backward into the enormous shower.

’That works?’

Cold tile met my bare back.

She followed me in, still gripping the tail like a leash, and keyed the water on with her free hand.

Hot water crashed over both of us.

"Talk," she ordered, water streaming down her white hair and between her breasts.

"Everything. The tail. The voice. The gold edge. The black chains. Why it keeps hitting my ass. Now."

"It’s complicated."

"You keep saying that. I think you are lying to hide your degenerate behaviour. Why are you aiming at my ass?"

[It’s a great ass. Sue me.]

Giselle squeezed the base of the tail again.

The voice yelped.

I looked at Giselle.

"Apparently she has a sense of humour and no survival instinct."

Giselle stared at me while water ran into her lashes.

Then, very slowly, the corner of her mouth twitched.

"You are the worst thing that has ever happened to my dignity."

"Also understandable."

"Control your dick."

"You’re naked, wet, pressed against me, and holding my new appendage like a control stick. The dignity is gone for everyone."

She looked down between us, then back up.

A reluctant, slightly hysterical laugh escaped her.

The tail, sensing weakness, gave her ass one more gentle, almost apologetic pat.

Giselle jumped, glared, and finally, finally, the black length slipped free of her grip, coiled once around my thigh in a smug little spiral, and slid back into whatever dimensional pocket the class used for storage.

The base of my spine tingled.

Silence, broken only by the shower and our breathing.

Giselle’s forehead returned to my collarbone.

Her shoulders shook.

It took me a second to realise she was laughing so hard she had started crying.

"I cannot believe," she managed between breaths, "that I let a man with a tail fuck me and then chase me around my own apartment."

[Me too.]