Bonny, the Bunny: A lewd LitRPG, with a monster-girl harem.

Bonny took a deep breath, then asked the question. The only solution that might allow her to stop Haruto without killing him.

“How do I make demonsteel?”

“Imbue molten steel with a spirit, then quench it in blood.” Wrath answered.

“A spirit? Like one of the scales?”

“Yes.”

“And quenching is when you dunk the steel in a bucket of water? Or blood, in this case?”

“Yes.” Wrath smiled as if to remind Bonny how helpful she was being.

“How much blood does that take?”

“A lot. For Zeal, we used ten orcs.”

“You killed ten people to capture a dragon?”

“They mostly killed each other. Always angry, you know.” The demoness grinned at her joke, like she wasn’t responsible for their deaths.

Bonny sighed. “We don’t have enough blood here and there’s no way I’m going to kill people to try and save one person from Earth. Even if he wasn’t a monster.”

“It would not work regardless. The spirit must feed on the wielder and the lion cub is too frightened to be angry. Wrathsteel will not hold him.”

“But Zeal was angry? Is that why I couldn’t break it?”

“Yes. The stronger the emotion, the stronger the result.”

Bonny looked down at Haruto. His eyes were watching her dick and the tiny, misshapen, singing demoness still impaled on it. He occasionally flicked a glance up to Bonny’s bare breasts.

Her eyes slid to his groin, where he had an obvious erection under the strange, wide legged pants. She opened her aura and felt his desire. It was less about sex than about humiliating someone. He liked her treatment of Pride.

She pushed manipulated his desire with her aura, quick tests with different types of cravings, of need. He responded to both domination and submission. That made her next decision easy.

“Lust?”

The demoness appeared when called. She was bound like Wrath, but grinned at Bonny, pleased. “Yes, luststeel will hold him. If we do this, will you free me?”

Bonny stared at the two demonesses, then nodded. The hair that was used to bind the two of them was deteriorating anyway and she didn’t feel like trying to reproduce it. She had used both divine and demonic energy and she wasn’t sure she could convince the gods and demons to work together again, especially when it had been used against them.

“Before we get started. Freja, do you have some rope?”

The centaur twisted and opened one of the pouches tied to her harness. When she removed the coiled rope, Bonny spotted the centaur’s leather cuffs as well.

“The cuffs too, please.” Bonny turned back to Lust. “What do you need to quench the steel? Cum?”

“And cyprine.”

“Cyprine? Is that girl cum?”

“It's the lubrication you get when excited. Both partners need to be stimulated and aroused.”

“Requiring both a man and a woman is a little homophobic, isn't it? How much do we need? Hopefully not as much as the blood from ten orcs.”

Lust shrugged and laughed. “It’s symbolic. Using either would work, but mixing them is better. More works better as well, but as long as you can coat the steel, it will be fine.”

Bonny clapped her hands. “Great!”

She got the rope from Freja and bound Haruto’s arms behind his back using an arm bind that she had previously used on Freja. More rope went around his legs, doubling them over and restraining his feet against his ass, tying his shins to his thighs.

He struggled briefly during the process until she removed [Analgesia] and let him feel the pain from his wrist and shoulder, where the sword still pinned him to the ground. When he stopped struggling, she recast the numbing skill.

Once he was secured, she pulled the sword out and cast [Mending] to heal both wounds.

“Zeal, can you melt this?” She held the sword out.

“Noo-!” Haruto shouted.

She kicked the lion kin in the side. “Shut up. Your choice is death or imprisonment. You lose the sword either way. Do you want to die?”

He shook his head.

“Good. I don’t want to have to kill you. No matter how much you deserve it.” She turned back to the dragon. “Zeal?”

“Yes. I can.”

Bonny stepped to the side, to point Zeal’s flames away from everyone else. Zeal inhaled, then spit out bright flames that quickly heated end of the blade to a glowing red.

Bonny touched the glowing metal and jerked her hand back. “Ow, fuck. [Mending!]”

She checked her status to make sure she still had immunity to fire.

“Zeal, try it again.”

Bonny held her hand out for Zeal to breathe on her. The flames didn’t hurt. It was warm, very warm, but not painful and her skin didn’t burn.

“It seems I’m immune to fire, but not to things that are hot. We might have to test that before we go to the Fire Temple. Can you melt half the blade and shape it into a collar? I’ll get the ready for the next step.”

She handed the sword to Zeal, then hopped over and onto Freja’s back.

“Cuffs, please. And let's remove your armor.”

A few minutes later, Freja was naked and her hands were bound behind her back, though not as tightly as Haruto’s. Bonny hopped down.

“Roll over. I want to face fuck you.”

The centaur carefully lowered herself to a kneeling position, then leaned forward and rolled over onto her back. She lay flat on the ground, hooves in the air and arms underneath her human torso.

“Good. Click your hooves together or wave your feet if you need me to pull out. Okay?”

Freja licked her lips as she nodded. She opened her mouth and tilted her head back to line up her throat.

“Good girl.” Bonny knelt above Freja’s head and bent to kiss her. After a long moment, she straightened and pulled her erect cock down to address the demoness still impaled on it.

“Pride, I need you to hold on tight. If you come off, our deal is off. Keep singing if you can.”

The demoness’ eyes widened as she realized what Bonny intended. She nodded and kept singing.

Bonny lined herself up and slowly inserted her cock into Freja’s welcoming, upside down mouth and throat.

There was no additional feeling around the head of her cock, just the vibration from singing and the constant tightness of Pride’s stretched body. However, Bonny could feel the warm wetness enveloping her shaft and Freja’s rough tongue as it stroked along the top of her cock.

She could see the swelling of Freja’s throat when she entered it. She pushed down with her fingers and could feel the pressure on her cock. A touch on the head was muted even further. She stroked the centaur’s neck and cheeks gently, then wrapped her hands around Freja’s neck and squeezed.

She started thrusting in and out, feeling her cock slide under her hands. When the bulge of her cock head and Pride slid under her fingers, she could feel a tug against the ridge of her glans and the vibrations from the singing demoness briefly grew more intense.

She rode that edge, using small thrusts, concentrating on the feelings of singing, pulling, and pressure. At twenty thrusts, she pulled out and patted Freja’s cheek. “Breathe.”

Freja’s face was already covered with saliva and snot. She spit more out, which ran down into her hair and eyes as she gulped in air.

The demoness was even more of a mess, fully coated in saliva and mucus. She wiped her face clean and stared up at Bonny, speechless.

“You’re doing great. Both of you. Keep singing, Pride. Ready, Freja?”

Freja nodded.

Bonny reentered, slowing pushing all the way in again. She replaced her hands, but this time she felt for a pulse, then pushed directly against Freja’s carotid arteries.

She held it for ten thrusts, then loosened her grip and cast, “[Analysis!]” When the skill reported that Freja was fine, so Bonny tightened her hands again for another twenty thrusts.

Her cock swelled even further and tension built inside her. With each thrust, she could feel her cock sliding under her hands, tight inside Freja’s hot, slick throat, and it sent her closer to the edge. The little demoness moaned as Bonny’s cock stretched her further, and the moan hit differently, not just vibrating near the tip, but sending a deep full body shudder through Bonny’s entire cock.

She withdrew reluctantly, knowing she was close, but she had stayed in too long and centaurs needed a lot of oxygen.

Freja spit out more mucus and saliva, leaving her face covered in fluids as she gasped, trying to catch her breath again.

“[Analysis!]”

Result: Minor Hypoxia!

Bonny paused. Freja wasn’t getting enough air.

She drew back a hand and slapped Freja on the side of her face, hard enough to splash the fluids on Freja’s cheeks in a wide circle.

“Breathe for a minute, pony.”

Bonny grabbed Pride around the waist, right where the ridge shape of her glans was visible through the demoness’ body. She started jerking the demoness like an onahole.

Pride was stretched around Bonny’s dick, taking an odd pyramid shape, wide at her hips and narrowing up to her shoulders, with her small head perched at the top. Her legs stuck out grotesquely to the sides of Bonny’s shaft and her hips were three times her normal body width, but her arms were almost normal, except slanted at an angle as her upper body narrowed at the tip of the cock head.

As Bonny stroked up and down, her sensitive glans ridge shifted with the motion. When she pulled down, Pride’s shoulders bulged out as the tip pushed up into the demoness’ neck. When she stroked up, the ridge line dropped inside Pride’s body until it caught and tugged up pleasantly.

Bonny’s other hand gripped her shaft and stroked in opposition to the pleasant slippery sensations around her glans.

“I’m about … to come. Try … to hold it … inside you ... so we can … use it … for Lust.” Bonny was panting with the effort. She was close, so close.

Pride moaned, her voice undulating with the strokes. It sounded like agreement.

“Bonny?” Freja had caught her breath and was looking up.

Bonny wasted no time. She lined herself up, leaned forward, and sheathed herself inside Freja in one quick motion. Instead of grabbing Freja around the throat again, she leaned further forward, bracing her hands on Freja’s breasts.

The centaur was very muscular, but not very well endowed. Her breasts were smaller than Bonny’s, smaller than everyone except than Willowbelle. However, she did have large, puffy, dark areolae with big nipples.

Bonny squeezed Freja’s breasts tight, catching the centaur’s nipples between her thumbs and the side of her hand as she did. When that got no reaction, she pulled and hand back and brought it down with a loud crack.

Freja flinched and her throat tightened around Bonny’s cock.

Bonny slapped Freja again, harder, bringing her hand down flat across Freja’s nipple.

Freja jerked at the impact and her head turned slightly, pulling delightfully at Bonny’s cock.

Bonny looked down to see the bulge in Freja’s throat was more pronounced. She pulled her hips back slightly, then jammed her cock in again, pressing her balls and abs tight against the centaur’s face. Her cock bulged out further, the shape of the head clearly visible through both the demoness and Freja.

She straightened and slapped Freja’s throat, feeling the impact in her dick.

Both Freja and the Pride moaned at the impact.

Bonny continued thrusting, small motions with her hips, watching as the bulge moved forward and back. She pressed down on Freja’s throat, feeling the tightness, the vibrations, the twisting, the centaur’s tongue along the top of her shaft.

Her balls tightened and her cock twitched, bulging out even further for a moment as she thrust in. She slapped Freja’s throat again, then doubled over as her core contracted and she exploded in ecstasy.

She continued humping for a few long seconds, then pulled out and rolled to the side, letting her head fall to Freja’s shoulder. One hand dropped to her shaft and she kept jerking at it until the tremors ceased.

Freja was still gasping for air beside her.

Bonny sat up and gave her a kiss, despite the mess of fluids coating her lips and face.

“Good girl. That was amazing. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Bonny looked down at Pride, still impaled on her cock. The demoness was slick with fluids and swollen even further, blown up like a balloon. Cum leaked out of her pussy, mouth, and nose.

Bonny frowned. “I don’t think that’s how bodies are supposed to work. You’re the worse condom ever.”

Pride moaned.

“That’s fine. It should still work.” Bonny said as she patted Pride on the head.

Zeal held a curved, glowing orange bar of steel and Bonny could feel the heat emanating from it.

Bonny reached down and inserted two fingers inside herself and tried to gather her cyprine, her arousal. It coated her fingers and palm, but she wasn’t sure it was enough, not compared to the amount of cum it looked like Pride held inside her.

“Are the cum and cyprine supposed to be equal?”

“Approximately, yes.” Lust sounded pleased.

Bonny ran back to Freja, motioning for Zeal to follow and letting her softening cock and demoness bob up and down. She circled to Freja’s rump and knelt to check her pussy.

The centaur was very excited, despite, or more likely because of, Bonny’s roughness during the throat fuck.

Bonny eyed Freja, then the glowing steel bar, then Freja again. She grinned.

Freja paled and shook her head. She tried to roll over. “Nooooo.”

Bonny laughed and patted Freja on the ass. “I wouldn’t do that to you, pony. Unless you asked, of course.”

She turned to Lust, who was practically bouncing up and down. “What do we do now?”

“Let me go so I can donate a spirit.”

Justice loosened and pulled the restrains off of of Lust when Bonny nodded.

“Zeal, can you reheat the steel?” The bar was slowly darkening as it cooled.

Zeal did as asked, turning away to avoid roasting Freja. When the bar was a bright orange, she turned back around.

Lust flew up and summoned her own cock. She jerked herself off over the steel, but instead of cum, she ejaculated something else. A single spirit beaded up into a large pink drop that fell onto the molten bar. The metal flashed pink.

“Okay, Bonny.” Lust flew back and landed on Bonny's left breast, where she used to always sit.

Bonny reached inside Freja and scooped out the centaur's excitement, then stood and turned to face Zeal. She pulled Pride off of her cock with her other hand. The demoness moaned as her pussy stretched out to slip over the ridge, then came off with an audible pop.

Bonny held both of her hands up over the bar.

She squeezed the demoness and cum dripped out. She tried to space the drops evenly along the length. When she tried to pour the cyprine from her other hand, it didn’t work so well. She eyed her hand, then the bar.

“[Analgesia!]” Once her hand was numb, she quickly grabbed the bar and slid her hand along it, mixing and smearing the cyprine and cum along it’s length. The mixed fluid was pulled into the bar a moment later and it quickly cooled.

The air filled with the smell of grilled meat as Bonny’s hand burned.

“[Mending!]” As if she hadn’t had enough self healing already.