Senshi of Love: Nabiki deals with the Devlin. [Episode 121356]

Nabiki lay back for a relaxing soak in the mud bath.   Splurging out on a beauty treatment was just what she needed to take her mind off of her woes.   Faint worry lines marred her forehead at the though, so she banished them with images of the profit she’d make from her latest “Pig in a Poke” photo collection - a compilation of Akane porn.

Though her sister had turned into a half-human sow, she was still ever so popular with the boys.   Mostly, Nabiki though because of her new multi-breasted rack.   Her upturned nose didn’t turn any off.   When they were too busy looking at the fireplace to be bothered by the mantle place.   Even those few that did manage to tear their eyes away from her tits long enough, though it was cute.

“Boys are such simple minded jerks,” Nabiki thought happily.   “Fools one and all, but all the easier to part from their money.”   It was almost too bad Kasumi had broken free of Ryoga’s control and moved out, Nabiki was still raking in the yen from the sales of “the Tentacled Beauty and the Beast,” and “Lesbian Catgirls Gone Wild^Tamed” amateur porn.

Then there was Tatewaki-chan, the biggest fool of them all.   Also the wealthiest.   Even though he had dedicated himself to the task of banishing the “foul devil swine”, he bought pig- and cat-girl porn, just like all the rest.

Just thinking about all that yen made her so hot.   She spread her thighs apart, lifted her feet onto the edge of the tub, and reached down to touch herself.   As her fingers explored her folds, her foot rubbed up against a pole.   Frowning slightly at the unexpected disruption, she traced her toes up the length of the pole until it encountered…

Nabiki’s eyes popped open with a force that scattered the cucumber slices clear across the room.   Ryoga stood knee-deep in the mud bath, and his naked black skin glistened in the lime light.   Nabiki whimpered as her eyes focused on the expanding corkscrew erection, but her foot continued to massage his balls as though it had a mind of its own.

“It looks like you need a good fuck,” Ryoga smirked.   “So, why don’t you roll over and I’ll mount you right here in the mud.”

Nabiki whimpered, but turned over onto her hands, lifted her arse towards Ryoga, and fell out of bed.

Picking herself up, Nabiki listened to the moans and squeals coming from Akane’s rooms and growled.   “That’s it; I’m starting to loose control.   I’ve got to do something.   I’ve got to get out of here.”

Nabiki could not believe how little breakfast had changed.   Ryoga sat in Ranma’s place fighting with Mr. Saotome over food, Akari took Kasumi’s place.   The only difference was, Genma was winning a lot more, and Akane was helping Akari feeding their boorish lover from their own meal.   Akane was also a radiantly happy sow girl.   And Ryoga was basking in the loving attention of his two sows

Rising to her feet in disgust, she muttered, “I’m going to school.”

“But, Nabiki-nisan, you haven’t finished your breakfast,” Akari observed.   “And don’t forget your lunch box!”

“I’ll grab a bacon burger on the way,” Nabiki snapped and stormed out.   The nerve of that piglet, worming her way into the household and taking Kasumi’s place.   “(Mmm… Maybe I’ll stop by the cat house.)”

Most hentai youma disguised their actions.   Some were rather good at this.   Devlin was not so good.   His disguise attempts were so pathetic that he felt he might as well try the direct approach, and so set up a roadside stall.   Pretty much in the style of Lucy Van Pelt’s makeshift psychiatric office, it was a cardboard box under a sign which read “Anything you want / $Your soul.”   He made no attempt to disguise his horns or red skin, though he did wear a business suit in an attempt to give a professional impression.

Most hentai youma lured their prey in with diabolically cunning bait based on common human desires.   Devlin really had no idea what people wanted so, his advertisement was rather open ended.   Also surprisingly honest.

Most hentai youma had a clue.

On the other hand, most hentai youma had been beaten to a pulp or blown to moon dust by their targets and Devlin was still around.   Mostly, of course, because his scheme hadn’t had a nibble.   “(Perhaps,)” he thought, “(it’s the goatee.   Maybe it’s out of style, you know?   It used to make me look suitably beatnik back in the sixties, man.   Now I just look like a gen-Xer.   Not hip at all.)”

Nabiki passed the stall, blinked, looked at it twice, read the sign, then blinked again.   It was still there, and it was still blatantly obviously a trap.   “Ah, what the hell,” she muttered and sat on the stool.   She was that desperate.

“So… anything I want?”

“Yes,” Devlin agreed.   “Well, anything I can do anyway.   My area of expertise is sex, but I can do fame, fortune, that sort of thing too.   Also revenge.   Revenge is good.   Bad.   Evil.   Ah whatevah.”

“Uhm huh.   And the price is my soul?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Devlin agreed.   “Well, no.   Maybe… a little.   Look, all I want is your body.   And maybe your virginity.   Erm, what I mean is that I give you what you want, and you agree to gather sex energy for me.   Don’t worry, man, you’ll enjoy it.   All you have to do is have lots and lots of sex and let me siphon off the excess orgonic energy, that’s all.”

“Oh, so that’s the deal.   I become your submissive sexpet,” Nabiki accused.   “No thank you.   I don’t think so.”

“No, no, no.   Well, yes.   But, I can use Dominants too,” Devlin countered.   “How does the power to command and control sound.   The ability to humiliate your enemies?   Or to have men fall at your feet in worship?   Women too if you want.”

“Okay– I’m listening.   Keep talking.”