"The more I watch them the more I agree with you. These beings are simply perfect for our game." "I knew you would come around eventually, even as stubborn as you are. I've chosen my patron player, have you chosen yours?" "Indeed I have, and I believe she's a ringer." "Well go on, don't keep me in suspense now, out with it, who have you chosen?"
"The female, the one down there at that academy." "Specifics please? Even narrowed down to that location there are a few hundred people you could be referring to." "Why must you be so thick? The cute one with all the futa monsters. I believe she's on her way to greatness even as we sit here discussing her." "Pffahahahaha!" "What? What's so funny?"
"Y-you can't be serious! She's just..pahahahaha!" "You've got a problem with my pick then have you? Go on, let's hear it." "I'm sorry, I just feel it's a waste of time. If you truly want to forfeit, there's no need for such a charade. Simple admit premature defeat and we'll call it square as is." "I'm not submitting, I believe her powerful, or at least potentially so."
"Have you grown so dim? Only now does she learn begin to understand the mere existence of duel spirits, while my pick had begun mastering them before even reaching the academy." "So you've chosen that male then? The one who fancies the floozies?" "Indeed, and you should be thankful for his presence. Without him, your pick would have learned nothing."
"Such a brutish thing him. I'm not shocked he was your first choice." "Makes a better pick than a 'potentially powerful' one. Everyone has potential, but it's so volatile it's ultimately worthless. May as well buy every canvas in the world because they all have the potential to be artwork one day." "You've always had such a negative view of the world in general. Strange thing for a hedonist."
"Oh I believe the world is a beautiful place, so long as you force it to be. Nothing is good by itself. Nothing is anything by itself. It's all just wasted effort and time, one of the first things I'll do away with when I win." "And you're so certain you're going to win are you?" "I wasn't at first, I believe you had a legitimate chance, until you decided to go out of your way to pick someone who couldn't bring you to victory. I don't rightly understand why you did this, but I won't question you further if you're content to let me win without a fight."
"You'll see brother, you'll see." "Perhaps. Very well sister, in the interest of fair game, what do you intend to do should you be the victory? I am genuinely curious." "If I'm honest, I'm not entirely certain. So many possibilities." "I can feel the desire seeping out of you from here sister. Lord help them if you're their victor. I suspect they'd all be in harem collars by nightfall."
"Perish the thought. Unlike you I respect their rights as sentient beings. I see no reason to interfere with their free will; though perhaps I might remove a few... dozen of the restraints they've put upon themselves. I might respect them brother, but there are quite a few things I'll never understand about them brother." "At least we can agree on this if nothing else."
Molly was asleep. She, Cassidy, Anton, and Korrin had been practicing at summoning duel spirits all night long, then had to get through a school day while running on no sleep, and then had spent another few hours trying at the duel spirits. It was rather disheartening that in all that time only Korrin, who'd known about them already, had been able to summon anything.
Molly had been willing to pull another all night practice run to try and summon her own duel spirits, but Korrin had insisted they all get some sleep tonight so they'd be more ready for the attempt tomorrow night. "You need a clear head to summon duel spirits, and you can't clear your mind if its full of fog because you've gone too long without sleep." He'd said.
Molly wasn't sure if he was telling the truth, or just looking out for their health-or possible both she supposed-but either way she figured he was right. She hadn't been sure how she would ever get to sleep though, considering how wound up she was imagining her monsters coming to life in front of her. Imagine her surprise when she was unconscious seconds after he head touched the pillow.
As she slept, she was unaware of the small rippling in the air next to her bed, and completely oblivious to the woman standing over her, armor hugging her body tight and doing nothing to cover her chest or large member, which grew stiff as she looked over Molly's sleeping form. This was not the first time Futa Warrior had managed to appear for Molly while she was asleep, but this was the first time where she had the confidence to do something for her duelist in the meantime.
She got down on the bed with Molly, pushing back the covers and sliding down the panties she slept in. The duelspirit's member grew even harder as she saw Molly's slit, and she bit her lip as she fought of the urge to do much more lewd things with, or rather, to her. She lowered her head down to Molly's slit, dragging her tongue along it slowly before pushing it inside.
Molly moaned softly in her sleep. Futa Warrior rubbed Molly's thighs as her tongue moved inside of her pussy, stirring her inside to make her moan more and more. She felt her cock might burst if she didn't put it somewhere nice and wet and warm, but she resisted, just as she had every other time she'd visited Molly in her sleep. This was about her, not Futa Warrior.
Between Futa Warrior's skill, and Molly's being unconscious and unable to try holding anything back, she managed to make her cum in a matter of a few short minutes. She lapped up her duelist's juices and put her panties back on her. She leaned over, giving Molly a gentle kiss, hoping that Molly would learn to summon her at will eventually. Futa Warrior vanished, knowing that Molly would feel lovely and refreshed the next morning.