Sheesh. It's been two months again, hasn't it? Well, time to release Liphy from her duties...
I've changed the Shield of Envy's icon to match that of the cover art I created. Not really all that relevant, but hey. For now, I'll always make the cover art match the current Shield unlocks. The final version (as well as an NSFW version) can be found on my DeviantArt (SmutWithPlotFiction).
The story just reached 666 followers. Coincidence? I think not.
Chapter 7 - Envy II
The Shield of Lust was fully charged when Medea woke up again, illuminating the room. She blinked her eyes open, the sleepiness looking very cute on Raphtalia's face, and yawned.
"Good girl," she told Liphy, who was still sucking Naofumi's cock, then kissed him.
Had a good nap?
Indeed. I'm more than ready for a few more rounds of pleasure.
Of course, you are. Naofumi grinned at her and gently pushed Liphy away with his legs. Then he flipped them over, landing on top.
Medea squealed. Bold. I like it. She spread her legs and grasped his cock, but Naofumi was stunned, his gaze locked on the beauty between her legs, the large and enticing pussy lips guarding her divinity. Proof of their lovemaking glistened among the wildness of her pubic hair, reflecting the glow of the Shield of Lust like dew in the morning sun.
Screw all the pornstars with tight, clean-shaven pussies. This is beautiful. Pure. Divine.
Naofumi? Medea giggled, pleased but confused.
He pushed in balls-deep with a powerful thrust, and Medea undulated, releasing a wonderful moan.
He groaned, overwhelmed by the intensity the connection between them brought him, so much better than any mortal could give. He caught his breath for a moment before leaning in and kissing her with passion.
She slung her arms around him, caressing his back, his ass. He started moving, growing wild after a moment. He bit her lips and dug his fingers harshly into her sinful flesh, and she liked it.
They fucked with frantic, desperate movements, shaking the bed. It was raw and powerful and unbelievable. His climax, when it came, was all of those things and more.
Oh wow, Medea said in a breathless voice once she'd come down from her orgasm. Her body was even more out of breath. That was...
Perfect.
Yes. But... She raised an eyebrow at him. If this was perfect, then what will you call it if I am in my real body?
Divine.
She giggled. Good answer.
Suddenly, she pushed him off, and Naofumi got nearly thrown off the bed by her superhuman strength. She was on top of him a moment later and joined their bodies again, smirking.
She started fucking him, and Naofumi assisted her readily.
"Did you hear that?" Liphy asked all of a sudden.
They didn't bother to interrupt their fucking. But true enough, voices came from somewhere inside the house. Someone was ascending the stairs, the voices getting louder.
Should we have a look?
Don't stop. I've hidden us.
He chuckled, though he greatly reduced the strength with which he was smashing their hips together, transitioning into a more sensual fucking.
"Helloooo?" a female voice called. "Anybody here?"
Clicking footsteps drew closer. The door opened. A woman entered.
"Are they in there?" Another one followed. They wore fine dresses, their hairs done in intricate designs. Noblewomen, clearly. They looked around the room.
Naofumi and Medea had their lips locked to hide any sound, and he was gently pushing her hips back and forth. Even such minor movement was incredibly intense, and he fought with the desire to groan. Her pubic hair tickled him.
Still kissing, Naofumi awkwardly craned his head to observe the visitors. Liphy was nowhere to be found, probably invisible due to Medea. Would she kill them now?
The brunette of the pair was making a show of scenting the air. "Smells sinful in here."
Good thing I hid the bodies.
Medea giggled.
The women's heads snapped toward the bed. They frowned. Naofumi wondered how things looked from their perspective. Would they see a dip in the mattress where their invisible bodies were? Was it swaying along with their fucking?
"Did you hear that?"
"You must have imagined it." The brunette faced her companion with a grin. "I know crazy things are going on, but go a little easy on the liquor, Olivia."
"Hey." Olivia playfully slapped her friend. "I'm sure I heard something."
Medea's pussy tightened, squeezing, and Naofumi suppressed a groan. He was so close and the thought of stopping was ludicrous. But if he came, Medea wouldn't be able to control her sounds. And she'd probably lose control over her magic as well. Not that it mattered.
"Well, they're nowhere to be found. Can't really blame them for fleeing the city. But they sure could have given some notice."
"You say it."
Naofumi squeezed Medea's ass, fighting his impending orgasm.
"Well, their loss."
"Hmm-hm."
"Come on. I don't want to be late, and Gustav can only reserve our spots for so long."
"Right. Are you sure it'll be nuns this time? How diabolic."
"I know, right?" Olivia giggled. "Can't wait to see them burn." She cast a last frown at the bed, then dragged her friend out of the room. They were considerate enough to close the door, and Naofumi gave up control a second later, exploding inside of his Goddess.
He could tell Medea did her best to keep her moaning to a minimum. It was still pretty loud, but the rapid footsteps descending the stair didn't halt.
As they lay there, sweaty and overcome with bliss, Naofumi spotted Liphy next to them. She seemed to have been there the entire time, complete confidence in Medea's magic abilities.
He got overwhelmed with desire again but didn't move yet. Medea?
Yes, I heard what they said. What are the chances they were talking about our nuns?
What are the chances they weren't? He caressed her tail. Want to investigate?
Yes. Medea got off him, and Naofumi shivered at the sudden coldness around his cock. She looked at the Shield of Lust and reached out to touch it. "How beautiful. I see you've been diligent while I recovered."
"Yes," Liphy breathed and tentatively went to touch it as well. It really was beautiful, now completely golden in color. The light in its center was so bright it illuminated the whole room. With the lit-up cracks, it resembled a small sun. Medea traced the pointy, petal-like protrusions.
"How did you manage to hide this?" Naofumi wondered.
Medea smirked. She made a sphere of pure darkness appear in her hand. "I have my ways. Don't think the only thing this body is capable of is making us invisible."
"Of course."
"Help me wash." Medea took Liphy by the hand and led her out of the room.
Naofumi forced himself to fight his horniness and switched to the Shield of Envy. For a moment, he was overcome by it, by the thought that Medea and Liphy were alone in some bathroom, washing, without him. But reminding himself that he was connected to Medea and that Liphy was their disciple and that, if anything, Medea should be envious Liphy had sucked him off the whole time while she'd been sleeping, he made the feeling vanish. He went to wash up, then plundered the dead man's wardrobe.
Fully dressed, he waited downstairs. They joined him after a moment. Liphy had chosen a new, just as ostentatious outfit. Medea was stark-naked. She grinned at him. Like what you see?
I do. He gave her a once-over, appreciating her beauty and cuteness, the untamed bush between her legs. But shouldn't you get dressed?
She shrugged. Who needs clothes when you're invisible?
Good point.
And it's exciting. If this thing proves to be boring, I know what we'll be doing, right next to everybody.
Very wise, my Goddess. He bent down for a quick kiss.
Indeed.
They went to exit, but Medea paused at the door, halting Liphy. "You'll stay here."
"My Goddess?"
"Things might get dangerous."
"I can take care of myself," Liphy insisted. "I don't want to leave you."
"We'll be back." Medea raised a hand onto the other Demi-human's cheek. "I don't want your body to get hurt. I have yet to savor it. So keep it safe for me."
"Yes, my Goddess. I'm sorry for questioning."
"You're forgiven."
Hand in hand, they left the house. With a naked, Goddess-possessed Demi-human at his side, he marched through the streets, right next to everyone else. No one looked at them. They followed the stream of carriages and well-dressed people and soon arrived at the castle gates. No one noticed when they slipped past the guards.
He recognized the surroundings from when his Shield had been carried away. Whatever was happening would take place in the arena-like building where he'd been executed.
Well-dressed people were crowding the entries, slowly trickling inside, blocking them.
He felt a shiver wash over his body, and when he looked at Medea, she wasn't a Demi-human anymore. Suddenly, she was clad in fine clothes to match everyone else's. Her hair was done in a fancy style and adorned with jewelry, and the familiar raccoon ears were missing. As was the tail.
An illusion? he guessed.
Indeed. I've also hidden your Shield. She took him by the hand and led him to one of the entries, and they mingled with the crowd waiting to enter.
Naofumi wondered if anyone would notice her illusion and accidentally brush against her tail or naked skin.
Ugh. This is taking forever. Medea pushed her way out of the crowd, dragging him along. Then, before he could ask what she was going, she hurled him upward.
He shot through the air, cloak billowing behind him, and actually landed on the building's flat roof. A few seconds later, Medea joined him, her body becoming visible the moment she touched him.
A warning would be appreciated next time.
She giggled. But that's all the fun. She stood on tiptoes to kiss him, and Naofumi readily slung his arms around her, deepening the kiss.
Things soon got heated. Whatever would be happening here clearly hadn't started yet, so they fucked.
He took her doggy style while she gripped the side of the building, looking down at the as-of-yet empty arena. Medea let out the occasional giggle and moan, and people below speculated what was going on, wondering why someone was "clapping" already. He thought he made out Olivia's voice among them as she insisted it was one of the nuns.
Harder, Naofumi. Harder!
He obliged. He grabbed a fistful of hair and smashed into her with abandon. She loved it, and Naofumi loved that she loved it. That she was so comfortable with him to enjoy things like this.
Medea came, and Naofumi wasn't soon after.
"Something sinful is going on, I tell you," Olivia voiced loudly from below, followed by laughter from her friends.
As he was there on his knees, relishing his orgasm and still inside his Goddess, he spotted a figure on the roof of the opposite side of the arena. Clad in a black cloak, the evening sun caught onto something silver in her face: a mask. The figure was looking around the roof but didn't spot them. Then it vanished.
Huh.
Lie down.
Naofumi obeyed. After stowing away his slackening cock, he lied down right next to the edge so that he could roll off at a moment's notice. Medea laid down on top of him, her head on his chest. They watched the arena. He absentmindedly caressed her shapely body, petted her tail, and stroked her ears, and she made a sound that could almost be described as a purr. Goosebumps spread across her skin when a cool evening breeze brushed past them.
Finally, something happened. A portcullis was raised, and knights entered the arena ground, followed by a string of women. They were all shackled and in various stages of undress, some completely naked.
Those bastards. Have they no dignity? He recognized them as the nuns from the crypt. Every last one of them. They got herded in the center of the arena, where they stood with heads lowered and slumped shoulders, shivering visibly. The sun had nearly set, not reaching down there. Only torchlight illuminated their roughed-up shapes and dried tears. Elise was crying.
Now this ought to be fun.
Naofumi stayed silent.
The pope rose from his seat and gave some grand speech about how he would personally make sure the Shield Devil got vanquished. Then he made the nuns recount what happened. Made them confess their sins. Some were more composed than others. Berta was naked and unashamed. Elise was distraught, just barely getting out the words in-between sobs.
You're not thinking about interfering, are you?
No, he lied. The only thing stopping him from jumping into action was his Goddess's weight on top of him.
Good. Shall we look for a new body for me?
What? Why?
Why not? I have someone in mind. Someone who will be here somewhere.
Yeah?
The hawk-faced nun that had proclaimed joy at Hilde's death gave a very detailed and objective report of the diabolical events in the crypt. She seemed foolishly confident that this would all end well.
You still owe me a body for when you exploded Cindy, as I was just reminded.
Okay. Who do you want?
The Princess.
Naofumi tensed. The Bitch?
Don't call her that.
Why not? That's what she is. And the answer is no. I don't want you...in her body.
For some reason, Medea snorted. Why not? Wouldn't that be the perfect revenge? To revenge-fuck her? To have me possess her body?
No.
Medea huffed. Well, but I want her.
I don't.
Why not?
He watched the nuns. I don't like redheads.
Medea gasped. I am offended.
What? Don't tell me you have red hair.
I'll have you know that I have the most beautiful crimson hair.
Hmm-hm. And let me guess. You have green eyes as well.
I do, in fact.
Yeah, right...
So can I have her?
No.
She huffed, probably a second away from exploding and going all "how dare you defy me" on him. At least promise me that you won't harm her. I want her body undamaged for later.
Naofumi sighed. Alright, fine, I won't harm her too badly.
Not a single hair.
Okay. I'll not touch her. I promise. She was weirdly insistent about this, but Naofumi brushed it off, ignoring the little voice in the back of his head urging him to question further.
Thank you.
"Children," the pope addressed the arena. "What you witnessed today is the proof of the Shield Devil's pure evilness. We must pray to God to guide us against him."
Murmurs of agreement ran through the stands, and the pope's grin widened. He was enjoying this, the sick bastard.
"You have my deepest empathy," he told the nuns. "I can't imagine the horrors he made you live through. How he defiled you. Tainted your souls with his evilness. Now." He waved, and robed figures entered the arena. "Your souls must be cleansed in Holy Fire, and the evil spawning in your must not be allowed to be unleashed upon this world. We shall all pray to God that he'll still accept your souls into Heaven."
Naofumi abruptly sat up as the nuns exclaimed their fear, Elise sobbing uncontrollably.
Naofumi?
He brushed her off, kneeling, watching. They were actually going to burn them all. How sick. And the people were applauding.
Naofumi glared at them all. He spotted the Heroes sitting there among them, just watching as innocents were about to meet their end. It was only Motoyasu and Itsuki; Ren was absent.
"Please save us, Shield Hero!" a shrill cry pierced the night. It was the nun who'd protested and resisted as he'd taken her virginity. More nuns called out for help, some for him, more for Medea. The people sent vulgarities and insults toward the nuns, claiming they'd go to Hell. The robed figures started chanting.
His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. He couldn't believe this. How could they just condemn them like that? Only because he'd raped them? It wasn't their fault they'd been trapped there with him. Were some of them pregnant with his children?
"You bastards! You don't deserve any of them!" The icon of the Shield of Envy darted in the middle of his HUD. It enlarged, flipped, and turned golden.
Glaring, Naofumi aimed his now-golden Shield of Envy at the nuns and activated POSSESS. At the very least, he was trying to save one of them and create some chaos to give the others a chance to escape. He let it up for chance who he pulled, focusing his mind on everyone equally.
Loud rattling sounded, and, to his surprise, dozens of golden chains burst forth from his Shield, glinting orange in the night. Exclamations of surprise filled the air as the golden chains reached the nuns and wrapped around their naked skin, binding them. They got lifted off the ground and began floating toward him as the chains retracted into his Shield. Not a second later, fire erupted in the place where the nuns had been.
"We're saved!"
"The Shield Hero!"
"Medea!"
"Our Goddess answered our prayers!"
Some laughed. Elise's sobbing turned slightly joyful. Medea giggled in his mind.
Naofumi was overcome with satisfaction and surprise. He only just had the presence of mind to take a step back before the nuns crashed into him, one at a time, squeaking.
They landed in a heap on the roof. Damn, they're heavy.
Medea came to the rescue and heaved him out from under all that female goodness.
Thanks.
She shot him an amused grin as nuns praised her, throwing themselves at her feet. What now?
Hide them.
He blinked, and the nuns were gone. As was Medea.
Down below, chaos was erupting, people barking orders, chanting.
"Be quiet!" Medea commanded.
"Yes, Medea!"
"We're sorry, Medea!"
"Unworthy!"
Medea hissed, and they fell silent.
Naofumi jumped off the roof, his cloak billowing behind him. It fell progressively more silent as he neared the ground. He landed with a crunch in the sand. The robed figures took scared steps back.
Naofumi paced back and forth, and no one dared to move, all eyes on him. "You should all be ashamed of yourselves!" he yelled. "Those nuns didn't do anything. And you just kill them? How sick!"
The pope opened his mouth, but Naofumi cut him off.
"I'm the one responsible. I took them against their will. Raped them. You were the one who trapped them with me against their will. Condemned them." Naofumi looked toward the Heroes. "And you? You'll just watch as innocents get burned for others' peace of mind? Some Heroes you are! Pathetic!"
Motoyasu glared back. Itsuki held his gaze for a second, then turned his head away in shame.
"Shut up, Naofumi!" Motoyasu exclaimed, standing up and pointing with his Spear. "This is all your fault! You fucking cheater! You go around killing whoever you want, raping whoever you want, and now you're lecturing us? Go to Hell, you bastard!"
"Why don't you make me?" Naofumi taunted. "What? Don't tell me you're scared!"
Enraged, Motoyasu jumped off the stands and into the arena. Naofumi even did him the favor to walk into his path. Surprisingly, his attack shook him, sending vibrations through his Shield-arm.
Naofumi switched to the Shield of Gluttony to block the next strike, with much the same effect. It seemed Motoyasu hadn't been idle while Naofumi had been busy thinking up names and hobbies for the nuns. He was level 26, nearly as high as Naofumi's 31.
Naofumi activated DEVOUR, but Motoyasu was quick enough to dodge the golden fangs. A glowing arrow impacted Noafumi's chest, and he stumbled back. He shot Itsuki a taunting grin. "Why don't you come down here, you coward?"
Instead of answering, Itsuki fired again. Motoyasu attacked too, and Naofumi nearly broke into a sweat as he defended himself. They dueled, dancing back and forth. Naofumi slowly lost HP. He deliberated to use DESIRE but feared the skill would completely annihilate the blonde idiot, which wasn't planned yet. First, he'd make him suffer some more.
Medea? Where are you?
As if to answer him, there was a sudden crack behind him, followed by cries of panic. Medea giggled. There was another crack as she snapped the throat of another priest in the arena. She was invisible, of course, and people blamed him and his devilish powers for it. Motoyasu's glare increased in intensity. His strikes became wilder.
"Fear not, children. This is our moment," the pope proclaimed. "Take up arms and defeat the Shield Devil once and for all. Assist the Heroes!" He began chanting, and numerous others joined in. Surprisingly, the masses hadn't yet fled the stands, watching. Were they this confident in their faith?
Naofumi stopped trying to block Motoyasu and instead ran around the arena, dodging the various spells being fired at him. Meanwhile, Medea killed them one by one, feasting on their fear and confusion. A light lance pierced his left thigh, slowing him down a bit. He grinned. It was kind of like a mini-game.
He sent Medea a giggle. I hadn't had this much fun in forever!
Things are never boring with you, my Hero.
I hope not. He dodged beneath a torrent of flame, laughing when it hit a priest instead.
"Stop your cheats!" Motoyasu yelled, chasing.
Naofumi laughed louder.
More and more people started streaming into the arena. At a faster rate than Medea could kill them. Mostly knights, but also adventurers. Party members of the other Heroes. He spotted the Bitch among them but, remembering his promise, caught himself off before he could charge her.
After a while, Naofumi was completely surrounded by armored and armed forces, no room to escape anymore. Motoyasu had been cut off as well. Naofumi fancied it was a good spot to use his joker. He switched to the Shield of Lust, and his cock got erect in an instant.
Take a step back, my lov— my Goddess. I'm about to unleash some pent-up desire.
She giggled. Oh, this'll be good.
His attackers had halted for a second, blinded by the glow. Naofumi activated DESIRE, and a deafening bang sounded, as expected. He forced himself to keep his eyes open and watched as the knights around him were blown up, getting obliterated into sprays of outward-shooting blood. A jet of water about to hit him got evaporated into mist. His hearing got assaulted by screams. He grinned through it.
Surprisingly, the ability didn't end yet, the glow persisting, brighter than before. He realized that there was a thick beam of pure light extending horizontally outward from his Shield. Knights hit by it collapsed with holes in them, as if cut by a laser sword. Grinning, he grasped the Shield of Lust with both hands and aimed. He mowed down knight after knight, then found his target: Itsuki, still hiding up in the stands.
The Bow Hero released a blood-curdling scream as the beam went through him, bisecting him at the level of his thighs. He fell, flailing with his still-attached arms.
Shit, I missed. The ability ended. A second later, a deafening crash sounded as the arena collapsed where DESIRE had cut the stone. Ear-splitting screaming and screeching sounded from everywhere. People were fleeing now. A man fell into the arena after getting pushed aside by others. The pope and the trash king tried to call for order but got ignored. Medea cackled insanely in his mind. A moment of panic pierced Naofumi as he thought he'd accidentally killed the nuns, but they were safely on the intact roof on the other side of the arena, huddled together.
Barely any spells impacted him anymore, as the casters, stunned by the awesome destruction, got run over by the panicking crowd. The remaining knights, priests, and adventurers around him took careful steps backward, sharing apprehensive looks.
Naofumi looked toward where Itsuki had fallen but couldn't spot the Bow Hero in the heap of collapsed stone and mashed people. Was that one of his severed legs sticking out over there? Hopefully, he'd survived to enjoy his future life as a cripple. Not the kind of cripple Naofumi had had in mind, but it was good enough.
Wow, that was magnificent.
I know, right?
I think I'm in love. She squealed, or perhaps it was more of an embarrassed, "Eeeeeep," and he pictured her blushing furiously. W-with that Shield of yours.
Of course, Medea. I feel the same way. His cock was throbbing in his pants. He wanted her so desperately.
In her embarrassment, Medea had seemingly forgotten to kill more people. Still, no one attacked. They stared apprehensively at a figure on the ground: Motoyasu.
The blonde idiot sat up. Apparently, he'd been run over by some fleeing knights, who were assisting him now. He blinked his eyes, taking in the destruction around him, the chaos, the death, all the bisected bodies on the ground. He blanched. Then his fear and apprehension shifted into pure rage.
"NAOFUMIII!" Motoyasu roared and charged. "I'LL KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!" Suddenly, his scowl became quite literal, his eyes darkening and filling with a pure demonic red. Fire exploded across his body and Spear, which looked very vicious and deadly all of a sudden with jagged edges and black metal that seemed to absorb every spec of light, despite being on fire. Red symbols appeared on his skin, his face. His mouth was wide-open, and he screamed in pure rage, drowning out all the other noise in the panicked arena.
The sound shook Naofumi to the core. Holy shit, he thought and just barely managed to raise his Shield to block Motoyasu's reckless swing. The flaming Spear tip crashed into the Shield of Lust, and Naofumi got thrown off his feet. Pain exploded in his arm. He tumbled through the air for at least a second before crashing down again, continuing his uncontrolled tumbling on the sandy ground.
Naofumi!
I'm fine. His arm hurt like a bitch, though, as he pushed himself up. Shit.
Motoyasu was already charging again, giving his position away with his enraged, inhuman screaming. Naofumi switched to the Shield of Gluttony, and the pain dulled marginally. This time, he was ready and did the smart thing. He dodged. The Spear crashed into the ground next to him. Red-black flames burst outward, and a good portion of the ground got evaporated, sand splashing to the sides.
Motoyasu attacked again, and Naofumi ducked underneath, heat washing over him as the Spear of Wrath whirred over his head.
"STOP DODGING!" Motoyasu roared. He was completely out of it, lost in the hatred. He swung wildly, and Naofumi did his best to dodge, panting. He knew that Motoyasu would be weak and vulnerable like this but had no chance to get closer without getting burned to a crisp himself.
A light lance clipped his shoulder. More spells followed. Knights approached carefully again. They didn't engage him with weapons but formed walls to cage him, cornering him and giving Motoyasu an easy target.
"Who's the devil now?" Naofumi taunted.
"SHUT UP AND DIE!" Motoyasu went for an overextended swing, which Naofumi easily dodged. Two knights weren't so lucky, vanishing in a wave of cursed fire. Motoyasu appeared blind to it, attacking again.
Eventually, Naofumi had no choice but to stand his ground and block. He looked around for Medea but didn't find any clue as to her position. He spotted the Bitch, though. She was chanting along with her other party members.
The Spear of Warth crashed into the Shield of Gluttony, and the force shook his whole body. He'd grabbed his Shield with both hands and just barely remained standing. He yelped and gritted his teeth as the cursed fire touched his arms, burning away cloth and skin in a second. It hurt more than when he'd been burned alive, a pain that ran deep into his bones.
The Bitch had finished her chant and yelled the spell's name, but in the last second, her arms changed direction, as if she'd been pushed. A torrent of flames erupted from them, right toward Motoyasu, who was mid-swing again. The fire crashed against his head from behind, and the idiot let out an enraged, pain-filled shriek. Naofumi managed to block his weakened strike. Motoyasu's hair had caught fire, and he dropped his Spear to pat at his head, trying to extinguish the flames.
"Motoyasu!" the Bitch cried along with others.
Naofumi laughed. Good job, Medea.
I didn't do anything.
What? You pushed her, didn't you?
Who?
Doesn't matter. He just focused on the triumph, laughing harder as Motoyasu's hair burned. The irony wasn't lost on him. It seemed the Bitch was good for something, after all. He wiped tears of joy out of his eyes. Medea cackled along with him. He thought about her earlier slip-up, and he got hard again, a warm, cozy feeling spreading through his chest.
"DIIIEEEE!"
Naofumi was caught off-guard and unable to block Motoyasu's thrust. The Spear of Wrath pierced him through his center, shattering the warm feeling and replacing it with unimaginable heat and pain. Naofumi coughed blood and choked. He didn't have any time to admire Motoyasu's Darth Vader face, staring down at the flaming Spear in his chest, then had to press his eyes shut from the pain. He screamed, at least tried to. Flames were consuming him inside-out, eating the air in his lungs, racing up his windpipe, burning. His vision went black. It hurt so fucking much. He screamed and begged it to end, no other thought permeating the all-consuming agony.
Finally, he died. Being a soul was such a relief. Had it always been so pleasantly cool? His immaterial heart was hammering. So that's how the knights feel when I burn—
Naofumi! Naofumi! Are you okay?! Naofumi!
I'm fine. I'm fine.
You were screaming so loudly. It was all I could hear.
Sorry. Sorry for scaring you.
She giggled. Don't apologize. You're okay.
I am, thanks to you.
Motoyasu had finally stopped screaming. With an expression that could only be described as ragefully gleeful, he pulled his Spear out of Naofumi's body, leaving behind a big, charred hole, then beheaded him and proceeded to hack him into pieces. The cursed flames consumed the rest, only leaving behind the golden Shield of Gluttony, which the idiot tried to destroy, getting frustrated at the futility of his efforts.
Oh, I lost the connection to my body when you died.
True enough, Raphtalia was visible. Naked, she'd fallen onto her butt, staring around in utter confusion. Naofumi noticed that she was loosely holding a sword with one hand, about to slip from her grasp. Had Medea been about to stab Motoyasu in the back before he'd been hit by the Bitch's fire spell? Raphtalia wasn't far away from the raging idiot. She cried, terrified, her tail bristling. It was more of a childish wailing not befitting of an adult body.
The knights were quick to notice her and make the connection that she'd been his invisible ally, approaching with weapons drawn. Before they had a chance to strike, though—
"SILENCE!"
The wailing stopped abruptly as she was cut in half and enveloped in flames, and the knights jumped back. Well, at least her death had been quick. After a second, nothing but ashes remained.
Medea hugged his soul, caressing his non-existent chest. It was soothing. Comforting. Making the phantom pain he could still feel there vanish. I really liked that body.
Yeah... She didn't deserve this.
You know who I want instead.
No.
Come on... She burned the Spear Hero's hair. That's gotta count for something.
It was due to her ineptness. She's still a dumb Bitch.
Medea huffed. Well, perhaps I should leave you like this until you've gotten over yourself.
Gotten over myself? If I remember correctly, you were to one who encouraged me to take revenge.
Yes, by revenge-fucking her!
So should I revenge-fuck the Heroes too?
Eww! I won't possess any guys.
That was a rhetorical question.
Medea sniffed. Fuck you.
Love you too.
You... you do?
Screaming from above drew his attention. The nuns! Armed figures had cornered them on the roof, and from the looks of it, a few nuns had already been slaughtered. One fell off the roof as they all tried to get away from their attackers. Medea!
She gasped. Quick! Get me a body! She was already pushing him toward his Shield. The Princess! I'll need her affinities to save them.
The moment where sensations returned was always such a shock, cool air and the distant heat of the Spear of Wrath brushing against him. Naked, he broke into a dash toward the Bitch and her minions, dodging the holes Motoyasu had bashed into the ground.
Knights tried to block Naofumi's path and protect their princess, but he just dashed past, their swords bouncing off him as if they were toys. He barely even felt it or the barrage of stones smashing into his back.
It was kind of awkward to run naked. The Bitch froze as she spotted him, eyes wide, mouth open. Naofumi almost grinned when her gaze dropped to his crotch and a rosy blush dusted her cheeks. Her two companions cast wind spells at him, but it was as if someone had blown air at him, not slowing him down in the slightest.
He made to reach toward the Bitch.
Yes!
But in the last second, he changed directions and touched the girl with the thick pink braid instead, reasoning that wind affinity would be more useful than fire. There was a small delay, as Medea probably tried, unsuccessfully, to possess the Bitch, but then the girl's skin lit up—she didn't wear all that much—eyes glowing a stunning lilac.
Medea grabbed the Bitch Princess by the shoulders and pushed her, almost gently, so that she stumbled back and fell onto her butt near the wall. Medea turned and opened her mouth wide to let out an enraged scream. Like a shockwave, wind erupted from it, throwing back the knights that had started to close in on them again, her pink braid whipping backward. Everyone that had been left standing in the arena got blown off their feet, except Naofumi, of course, who only took a few steps back when he was pushed off-center. Everyone still in the stands had either been pushed back or taken cover.
The nuns were still under attack.
Glaring, Medea sent shots of wind up there, like Zeus throwing lightning bolts at the mortals. She blasted a few knights off the roof and into the sky, but there were too many.
"NAOFUMIII!"
Medea narrowed her eyes at the charging idiot and thrust her arms at him. With his burnt hair, in addition to the effects of the Spear or Wrath, Motoyasu admittedly looked quite scary. A powerful jet of air erupted from Medea's hands. It hit the idiot straight in the chest, and he got blasted off his feet. Shrieking, he flew until crashing into the opposite arena wall.
Medea pushed herself toward Naofumi with a burst of air. She crashed into him, hugged him, and then they lifted off the ground, twisting, shooting into the air. They swayed for a moment before Medea got them under control.
Get them!
"GET BACK HERE, YOU COWARD!"
Naofumi switched to the Shield of Envy. They'd passed the height of the roof and ascended higher. He activated POSSESS, and a dozen golden chains sped toward the nuns. They got grasped by the chains, hovered, weightless, and got yanked into the air. Medea changed their trajectory into more of a horizontal flight, dashing off into the night. The nuns were squealing and screaming and crying with relief, some reaching and calling for their fallen sisters on the roof. From the looks of it, he'd managed to save more than half of them.
Motoyasu screamed from below, probably waving around the Spear of Wrath as he swore revenge, proclaiming that he'd kill Naofumi again and again until he either stayed dead or became insane.
Elemental spells were shot after them, but Medea swerved to the side, dodging, and Naofumi willed the chains to shorten and lengthen however he needed. He kept them from fully retracting, keeping the nuns in a weightless state. The chains didn't have any material weight either, for Medea seemed to have no trouble keeping them at a steady flight. As if it was only her and him.
Soon, they were out of range, Motoyasu's distorted voice vanishing in the distance. Relieved laughter could be heard from their new disciples. Giggling. Sobbing. Someone was throwing up, resulting in exclamations of outrage and more laughter. Elise and a few others had passed out, their heads lolling to the side, their hair, illuminated by the moon, whipping in the wind as they flew above Castle Town at a rapid pace.
He looked down, watching the lights interspersed throughout the city.
Wow, that was awesome, Medea.
It would have been better had you taken the Princess. She was right there.
I promised not to touch her. And what would you have done with fire affinity, anyway?
Medea huffed and seemed to be grasping for words for a moment. She got Air affinity too, you know?
Really? How do you know?
I'm a Goddess! That's how I know! she screamed, her voice loud like thunder.
Naofumi cringed. Right. My bad.
She hummed in agreement. Now I fear the moron will accidentally burn her with his Spear.
I'm sorry, Naofumi apologized. He wasn't really all that sorry aside from the fact that he'd upset his Goddess.
You could have grabbed her too when you got the nuns.
That would have required me to actually want her.
She stayed silent, sulking.
He covered one of her graceful hands, caressing. I'm sorry Medea. I hadn't thought of that. I'm sure her body will remain unharmed. He wouldn't care if it didn't.
Medea hummed in a way that didn't sound all that confident.
Why does it matter so much, anyway? I'll find you a better, more beautiful body than hers. Okay, Medea?
She kept flying in silence.
"Stop staring!" a nun from below exclaimed. "And Lita, stop touching yourself! We may now be nuns of Medea, but we're still nuns!"
Naofumi smiled and laughed when he realized that it was the nun who'd proclaimed they'd all go to hell. The same nun who'd been the first and loudest to cry for him to save them. He renamed her Lucifa and vowed to fully corrupt her.
Medea joined in with the laughter, her irritation forgotten. He was suddenly aware of the wonderful skin contact of her arms clutching him tightly, her bare belly pressing against his back, their entwined legs, and the fact that he was hard, cool air caressing his boner. They'd left behind Castle Town now, floating above the forest he'd half-burned some time ago.
Giggling, Medea slid a hand down and grasped his cock. She lost control of her flight, dipping, the nuns screaming, but then she stabilized after Naofumi slung an arm around her thigh to balance out her one-armed grip.
Medea stroked him with divine goodness, and the nuns squealed and giggled in excitement and cheered them on.
( ꈍᴗꈍ)( ꈍᴗꈍ)( ꈍᴗꈍ)