Well, after sending Okita back to her room to sleep once she starts yawning a little, you consider what to do next. On the one hand, you really should ask Sarah and the princess what they know or found out about that weird tattoo, though you also think you could really go for a snack sometime soon, and on the other hand, you're fairly sure they are going to tell you when they have something noteworthy for you.
Just as you decide that you should take care of that snack, however, Sarah contacts you telepathically.
Hey Gabe, I wanted to update you on what we got for that tattoo thingy you asked us about. Is it a good time?
Yeah, I was just gonna sneak in a meal in the dungeons before getting back to training. Hit me.
Okay, so slapping magical crests like that onto people for a variety of effects is pretty common, as far as magical effects go- lots of variety, based on the form of the rune you use. We compared the copy of it you got us with some of those common examples, and while it's hard to really draw conclusions from a drawing, there's much more to this stuff than just the physical tattoo, similar effects tend to look similar, out of cultural bias if nothing else.
So we got a bunch of books on the topic together and got to it. The crest in question shares design elements with lust crests, I know, the heart was pretty obvious, with a few parts often associated with remote triggers; whoever put that thing on her, they can trigger it as long as they can see her.
The strange part, though, is that that makes no sense. Like, lust crests are usually just fancy sex toys, they don't really do much of anything except arouse someone. We looked, but we couldn't find any records about them being debilitating in any circumstance. Now, our sample size was pretty limited, magic is still pretty rare, even among demons, and crests and such are a more human field of study, but that's about the extent of what we could find.
Alright, thanks for what you could do so far. Guess we'll need to figure out how to either capture the originator of the thing or get access to more magical knowledge from human lands.
Yep. But hey, at least it isn't a slave crest. Those things are notoriously unreliable; crests in general can fluctuate in effectiveness, and all it takes is a single inopportune moment of your slave being able to stab you and you're fucked. It's why they're used even here, but not relied upon.
Good to know, I suppose. Oh, before I forget it, I wanted to try out dominating people later, as in, mentally, not the fun way, you get what i mean. Wanna work on it together?
Sure, just give me a holler and I'll be by. Not like I'm all that busy tonight.
With this new and... interesting... information known to you, you head on into the dungeons for that snack, distractedly asking the attending maid following you to pick out a sneaky type from their prisoner roster to be eaten.
Edwin, scout commander of the human army. One of the people responsible for coordinating the scout forces meant to prepare the assault of the demon capital, he took pride in his abilities that lead to him being promoted this far, though he was somewhat regretful not to be in the field as often himself anymore.
Licking the blood from your lips and taking special care to integrate the almost subconscious changes to how you think about hiding yourself while moving around unseen, you decide to go bother Clarice a little, knocking on her door and letting yourself in.
"Hey Clarice, how about painting something together? I've been itching to let my artistic juices flow for a while now."
She blushes, but nods.
"Okay, but could you please get out of my bedroom while I get dressed?"
Fair enough. Complying, you give her a nod before closing the door and start thinking about what to paint.
Dragging a now dressed Clarice with you to your rooms, you're not even surprised anymore at this point two canvases are standing ready to be used.
Seriously.
Still, it saves you a little time on setting things up, so you take your place, look at the colors you have available and settle on a theme. In fact, may as well throw in something romantic, been a while since you could put that kind of thing into a picture.
Also, well, you sure are glad you have a few pens to work out the details with. And, of course, your almost perfect, inhuman level of precision with every move- otherwise, half of what you're doing here wouldn't be possible, especially on your actual level of skill, you feel.
So, thanking the availability of deep, beautiful colors, you set to work, starting from the simple, black ground and the less simple pair of trees and people, respectively, all in black, then grasp upon the colors you picked out for your work as you define the night sky you're painting, with special care to leave the outline of the moon, or maybe eclipsed sun, a bright white.
Getting the colors right is honestly the hardest part, though you suppose for anyone without your abilities scribbling the individual leaves on the trees with charcoal of all things would be just as hard.
It is towards the halfway point of your little session, the picture far from complete yet, that Clarice stops nervously looking over at you every two minutes and takes her courage together far enough to dart over as you paint, only to widen her eyes and take a seat behind you for a moment.
"...That's really pretty."
"Thank you."
Beyond that, though, you just keep on painting and sketching and drawing, making your vision reality. Honestly, this is what you like about art.
It is a very quiet and introspective Clarice that leaves your room after a few hours of letting your inner artist out.
Well, with that done for now, and the colors on your latest work needing to dry for a bit, you change tracks to meeting up with Sarah, specifically, to taking her down to the dungeons to mindrape prisoners of war for a while.
Shooting off a quick message, she tells you that she's coming to the dungeons, so you head there yourself to meet up with her. Once you arrive, though, you think for a moment... and summon your mad doctor soul.
"I just want you around while my sister and me play around a bit, in case we risk wasting any prisoners."
It isn't long before Sarah arrives, so the two of you head onwards, already thinking about what to do to once you have your victims in front of you.
Well, you think at Sarah, may as well start with the classics and go from there. Force them to confess their deepest, darkest secrets to everyone around them?
Sure, sounds like a good time.
With matching, malevolent smirks on your faces, you and your sister look into the first cell on today's circuit. This is going to be fun...
Normally, training your domination power would take exorbitant amounts of time, considering how long it takes until you can use it on someone again, but with the amount of targets to try it out on, you can just switch victims and leave anyone that resists you to Sarah instead. So the two of you go, working your way through the soldiers in the first few cells, making them confess anything they don't want anyone else to know.
What comes to light is everything from cheating at dice, being unfaithful to their spouses, slacking off at guard shifts... all the way to having murdered people, while drunk or otherwise, kicking orphans in the slums as a way to spend time and raping the wifes of the commonfolk.
Of course, you can't just let that stand, now do you? After all, a defender of justice and friendship such as yourself has to answer to such atrocities. So you turn to your mad doctor soul, asking him if anything comes to mind in terms of 'punishing' evildoers like them.
"Well, boss, I already worked on turning these guys into chicks. Sell better that way, apparently. Any of them that look scrawny or ugly, I just worked on before they got sold off. That work for ya'?"
Well, not what you were thinking initially, but sure, you can work with that. Giving him the go-ahead, you use the keys on the keyring you made sure to grab to open the cell you're standing in front of, your soul setting upon the rapist inside with scalpels and injections he summons... except he doesn't stop summoning them.
Within moments, the surroundings of the patient in question turn into a storm of precisely cutting blades and expertly applied chemicals. It isn't longer than a few minutes that the screaming man is turned into a screaming woman, shreds of her previous clothes and flesh riddling the area.
That was... something.
"Yeah, I was suddenly able to just animate stuff I summoned a while ago. Stuff like this used to take me an hour or two, but you saw how it went this time 'round."
You have to agree, that was extremely fast, and useful to boot. Regardless, you have something to do here.
So you (and Sarah) get on forcing the other inmates pull out their dicks and stroking them hard if they aren't already after seeing a naked woman for the first time in a long time, then thoroughly raping the screaming, freshly turned woman in all holes available in a rutting frenzy.
You're slightly worried, they may choke her to death on their dicks, but then again, it's not like you really care, so you just shrug off and move your little procession along.
The other prisoners in the surrounding cells are very, very quiet. Not like it takes a genius to figure out what's coming next, after all.
And so you keep busy for the next while, Sarah having a hard time restraining her enthusiasm for what you're doing. And if the prisoners happen to have a new way to pass the time after you're done, ah well, it happens.
Finishing up with your usual little ritual, you quickly think up a list of everything you can delegate today. So, first, you take up a piece of parchment and start drawing up a decent map of the area near the border you murdered all those human infiltrators in from the bird's perspective you had during the operation, with their campsites clearly denoted.
You blow on the ink for a moment before having the map sent off towards the princess with a note explaining what the deal with it is. There, one thing taken care of; hopefully, the scouts she sends to ransack those places will find something useful, or at least be able to get a good price for the stuff to be sold off.
Beyond that, you ask your current attendant (and when was that one here?) if there's any magical weapons currently in storage. Turns out that yes, a bunch of loot was brought in by the reformed demon army, so you have some stuff the servants sorting the loot kept behind to help build up the armory and treasury again.
For a start, you stop the servant from rattling off the descriptions of objects at you by just summoning Discount Militia and having him lead to the armory to get the flaming dagger and practice with it until he can summon it with his power.
Lastly, the souls you had work on the printing press. Looking within yourself, you home in on the workshop, seeing most of the ones you had work on the project slack off while a few tinker with what looks suspiciously like a prototype. Entering your inner palace again, you ask the maids to maid you over into the workshop, where you proceed to completely ignore the souls there and look the prototype over.
Bit complicated, but you can figure out how it's meant to work easily enough. Only issue you have, though, is that there's no ink of any kind around to test it out with. Somewhat of an issue for prototypes like this. Although, looking around...
Grabbing the nearest sharp tool, you drag a random soul over and bleed it out onto where the ink is supposed to go. Quickly setting everything up, it seems to work properly, letting you print a page on demand.
The blood will disappear after a while, of course, as the palace removes it and fills up the soul again, but for now, you have a working printing press constructed inside your workshop.
Telling the assorted souls standing around they're free to go until you need them for the next project, you proceed to look through the various blueprints scattered around, quickly finding the right one and shredding any other unsuccessful designs so the palace cleans them up, quickly memorizing the design you want and storing the blueprint inside one of the cupboards.
Alright, after your little tour of the dungeons earlier, you really realized just how many captives are held there, and how many of them still need to be interrogated. So you summon your mad doctor soul again, giving him orders to resume his activities inside the interrogation rooms.
In fact, your discount Militia may as well come with him to get familiar with that magic dagger in a more... practical... setting, so you mentally order that one to join him. With that taken care of, you take a few minutes to go visit the stables, where most of your undead are currently kept, to go on ahead and patch up any damage the things took during the time you lent them to your army.
You have to improvise a little here and there, taking a few bits and pieces from elsewhere to slap into the odd hole or gash, but in the end, your creations are good as new.
Now, on the topic of the speed of your transformations...
During your little morning ritual, you decide you may as well continue getting use out of your various souls, so you have the maid bring all of them that already helped with the previous project together and order them to work on getting a basic crossbow design down.
With them having to do that, you wander off to once more have the maids teach you about female anatomy, getting a surprising amount of actual new information as you're surrounded by loads of bodies pestering you to grope them.
With your souls still hard at work, you spend most of the day continuing to work on your transformation speed, though you eventually take a little time to go see Okita. Now, the only question is, what are you going to visit her for?
Politely knocking before entering her rooms, you enter to find Okita eating dinner.
"Hey there. Mind if I take a seat?"
She just shrugs and continues chewing, so you sit yourself down on her opposite side, establishing eye contact and waiting for her to be done.
This happens a few minutes later, with Okita drinking something to finish up her meal and looking at you curiously.
"I wanted to come by to tell you about the weird tattoo on your thigh."
She tilts her head to the side.
"It's basically some variant of a lust crest, with a remote trigger that lets the person that made it trigger the effects if they can see you."
"Huh." She nods. Doesn't look like she really cares all that much, no matter how annoyed she was that someone put it on her without permission. She was just annoyed at that, not at what the crest does. Interesting.
But for now, time to change the subject.
"So, what are you doing when you aren't busy? Like, how do you spend your time in general without any pressing concerns to take care of?"
"I... nap? Yeah, I take lots of naps."
"Hmm... So what did you do before you were summoned? Anything interesting in your daily life?"
"Nothing much. I just went to school, came home, studied and slept. Then repeat."
"Any friends or hobbies?"
"None. I just never found anything or anyone interesting enough to really pay attention to, you see? They were all just doing the same old boring stuff over and over again, just like me. Anything they did to alleviate that just became boring after a day or two, too."
Well, well, well, looks like you started to breach the source of some of her... issues.
"And how are things right now? Still boring?"
"They became a little less boring when we fought the demons. Fighting is fun. I have to actually think and concentrate and observe my opponents. Also, you're nice. It's fun just to be around you."
Aww, she's actually giving you a little smile.
"Have you tried reading? I've been led to believe that we have an actual library somewhere in the castle, and books are as good a way to pass the time as any."
"Only if you read with me."
Well, can't really say no now, can you? So it's no great surprise when you end up with Okita on your lap, reading the first of many books of the day while you casually slide your hands under her top, carefully massaging and groping her giant tits.
She never stops smiling.
A quick mental query confirms both your souls are still going at it, and that your mad doctor has a few reports for you, so you leave them to their busywork for now and turn to your study's writing desk, taking a piece of parchment and sketching out the printing press design you forced your souls to assemble.
Blowing on the paper to dry the ink once you're done, You note down a quick description of the printing press and what it can be used for, then have the whole thing delivered to the princess, shooting Sarah a quick thought to make sure she helps figure out the optimal use for it.
That should be all you wanted to take care of for the time being, aside from the usual training, so you contact your mad doctor once again to see if he found anything worthwhile during his continued torture of the prisoners.
Gwion was always an asshole, but when he joined the army (it was that or prison), he became worse. Turns out that a soldier can get away with a lot of shit, so long as his commanding officer turns a blind eye- and if that commanding officer happened to die due to 'food poisoning'?
Well, the next best man rises in status, and he just so happened to be damn good at his job, as well as at sucking up to high command, so it wasn't that hard to be chosen.
Funnily enough, he suddenly found himself in a position to really exploit his position, and so he did. Rape, theft, robbery, you name it, he did it. It wasn't even his fault his underlings kept on bragging about their beautiful wives back home, so when their unit moved through their hometowns, well, they tended to get raped just before they moved on.
Or their cute daughters, for that matter. Some of them may have disappeared at odd times only to never resurface, but hey, their daddies were gonna get themselves killed soon enough anyways, may as well spare them having to grow up on the streets the hard way.
Of course, not everything was good; his fellow officers tended to be critical of him, despite nothing ever being proven, so when the time came to choose who got to dig in before the enemy capital, he was chosen for the shit duty. No raping and pillaging across the land for him, after all, just fortifying their position and waiting.
Unfortunately, when their waiting came to an end, it wasn't to their guys meeting up with them to finally take a crack at the demons' last line, it was to a reassembled demon army that just trampled all over them, leading to his capture.
It was a while later that the guy now apparently leading the demons deigned to come down into their shitty dungeon cells, and while Gwion expected a lot, he didn't expect to become a she instead on his sick whim, getting a thorough dose of her own medicine, though that just fueled her hatred of everyone involved with this whole fuckup.
Too bad for her his second visit turned out to be far more final in terms of what he had planned for her...
Now, with your usual morning ritual done and over with (as well as those impromptu acting lessons from the maids), you turn to the rest of the stuff you wanted to get done in time before you got back to training.
First of all, the two souls you have on interrogation duty are making good progress, with Minilitia reporting he is starting to 'get a feel' for the fire dagger. Good enough for you.
Meanwhile, you noted it was somewhat of a shame you aren't having the mad doctor do the same kind of thing, getting familiar with medical tools he hasn't worked with before, that is, so you shoot a quick message off to Sarah to look into medical procedures in this world and if they involve any new and interesting implements your soul wouldn't have used before.
You'd thought of getting the princess to do it, but you can't use telepathy for her, and this isn't that big of an issue in the first place, so you save yourself the effort and just ask Sarah. She can take her time and/or just bugger the princess herself just fine.
So, you sigh, back into the grind, you suppose.
You spend the rest of the day trying to improve your transformation speed, but something just doesn't click right, and you eventually just give up and go snack on the prisoners, dejected.
Ah well, you still made some progress, at least. Another day.
You take a moment to query your souls still hard at work, but it seems neither of them has news for you, so you just let them get back to work with a warning that you may need to desummon them on short notice later.
So, next off, you're planning to go 'attend to' the Border Fortress later tonight, so you'd best go around saying goodbye to everyone that's not in the loop. With that in mind, you head on towards the dungeons, only to be stopped short when you see the attending maid.
"That is a... very short skirt."
"It is, mylord. I chose it to accompany you to the dungeons, though, if it's distracting you..."
You won't even comment on how the servants apparently knew in advance what you were going to do (again!) and just look on curiously as the scantily clad maid kneels before you, fishing your soft dick out of your pants.
"I'm sorry, but you don't have enough time, mylord, so please just make do with this."
As she speaks, she brings your rapidly hardening erection closer to her mouth, her other hand conspicuously creeping under her extremely short skirt. As she begins to lick around your head, jacking you off with her hand while looking up at you just as she opens her mouth wide to take your manhood inside, you let out a long breath.
Well, you suppose you shouldn't complain too much about prescient servants at this point. This line of thinking continues as she expertly swallows your dick, letting it glide into her throat even as her tongue licks all along it and she continues swallowing, the rhythmic contractions of her throat doing things to you.
Oh yeah, you think to yourself as you soon come down her throat, nothing to complain about at all.
Entering the now familiar room containing the cells of your two pets, you first take a quick look around, noting the priestess' cell has been adequately outfitted with several cozy little additions, including a small bookcase from where you presume she got the book she is reading when you come in.
The moment she sees you, though, her book is forgotten and laid to the side, her free hand tentatively touching the collar she is still wearing, her conflicted expression telling you you have been successfully worming your way into her head.
The daughter, on the other hand, throws you a glare before turning her eyes away, refusing to meet yours. Can't have that, now can we?
"Hey now, I took some time out of my busy schedule to come visit you two, and this is how you greet me? I'm hurt, I truly am. Where's the good little cunt that licked my dick clean last time?"
She still refuses to so much as look at you as you enter her cell.
"Now, you're going to have to make up for being so impolite. You can either suck me off, under your own power this time, or you can have some more fun with the happy tentacles before I fuck your throat again. Which will it be?"
She audibly grinds her teeth before turning to look at the ground to your feet, her fists balled hard enough you idly wonder if she might draw blood soon.
"And I assume biting your disgusting thing off just means something worse, sir?"
Smirking, you can't resist your next comment.
"Of course, that being that I regrow it, rape your pussy and ass, then chain you to the barracks and have every single soldier in the army fuck you for a week straight. Disrespect must be punished, after all."
It is with unwilling, reluctant movement that she gets off her little bed and kneels before you, her hands on her folded legs.
"Let's just, make this quick, please."
Smiling victoriously, not that she can see, you drop your trousers (stupid fantasy pants not having the ability to just open a damn zipper to access your junk) and idly stroke yourself to hardness, holding your erection in front of her face.
She, on the other hand, takes several shuddering breaths, swallows hard and mutters to herself a little. "Okay, Blaine, you can do this, just do it and make him go away, you can..." and so on.
Losing your patience a little (no matter how amusing seeing her struggle with herself is, you came here to get your cock sucked, goddamnit), you idly flex your waist to make your dick flop against her face. Looking up, she sees your bored face glancing down at her.
"Look, if you'd rather not, I can always summon the tentacles and go throatfuck the maid instead. She's actually good at it."
Gritting her teeth again, she finally opens her lips, admitting your erection inside her warm mouth and letting her slick tongue lick along its length. Looks like she actually learned something from last time, huh?
Still, she has no idea what to do now, so you gently take hold of her head and slowly push and pull her. Looking up at your face again, she can see your (honestly nice) smile.
"Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it in no time. Didn't my sister call you our 'pretty little cocksuker' last time? Time to make her words come true."
She shudders a little this time, but lets you move her head unopposed. Your guess, she's just waiting for it to be over. You do want her to be an active participant in this, though, so you speed up her head movements and start to lightly thrust into her at the same time.
She's just trying to breathe evenly through her nose, but luckily enough, you have the perfect tool to force her to confront the situation by stopping that, don't you?
Speeding up your thrusts, your head slips down her mouth and into her throat, immediately making her gag and look at you with wide open eyes.
"Remember, the sooner I come, the sooner you're done here. Just remember the last time and try to swallow."
Trying to do as you say and sqallow, she manages to do the same thing the maid did as a matter of course, though it just seems to make her gag worse for a moment. Ah well, you don't technically need her to enjoy this, after all, so you just continue mechanically thrusting into her throat and retreating up to her mouth to let her breathe (and lick, you remind her), going a bit deeper every time.
Before long, you can fit half your cock into her mouth, which is honestly impressive, given the relative sizes involved. Doesn't stop you from pushing just the littlest bit deeper every now and then, though, as you start to establish a proper rhythm and fuck her throat against her will, forcing her to keep her mouth open or else.
You can hardly wait for the time when she properly slobbers all over your cock of her own free will, but for now, you continue thrusting away before, with a slow feeling of euphoria spreading through you, you notice you're about to come.
"I'm coming, and I expect you to swallow it all, bitch." As you speak, you rapidly speed up your thrusts, pushing yourself over the edge and holding your length down her throat, the first two loads shooting directly down her stomach.
After that, though, you pull out until just your head remains inside her mouth, forcing her to taste and properly swallow down the rest of your cum. She glares up at you, but a warning look has her do as she should anyways.
Pulling out from between her lips entirely, you turn to the maid currently awaiting instruction outside the cells. "Come on in, this bad little girl still hasn't learned her lesson, though I suspect she may enjoy this next part much more. Feel free to force her to eat you out however long you want."
The maid, her smug little smile in full effect, tags out with you as you leave the cell, the daughter still on her knees and gasping for breath. You'll just leave the two of them to it.
You, meanwhile, head into the priestess' cell, smiling at your little fuckpet as you take a seat on her (now much fluffier) bed. "So, how have you been doing, sweetie?"
Said sweetie is somewhat perplexed at your words, though she's still confused in general by your general demeanour. "Uhm, good? Thank you for the books?"
"That's nice to hear. I also see you like the outfit? It certainly suits you."
And indeed, the sheer veils masking her groin and bust minimally do make her look rather appetizing, so much so you immediately want to take them off and ravage her.
"It's, uh, better than being naked all the time?"
"Indeed it is, though I suppose it's about time we got you naked again, isn't it?"
As you speak, you start to run your hands all over her body, slowly and carefully unfastening the veils of her harem girl outfit so as to take them off. By the end, she is blushing like a virgin about what you're doing (you deflowered her, you know what you're talking about) until she's finally naked before you.
Pushing her down on her bed, you once more lower your pants, looking deep into her eyes.
"You've been a good girl and wearing your collar properly, so you get to be rewarded." With that, you press your lips onto hers, kissing her first gently, then deeply, your tongue licking past her lips and sliding into her mouth, even as you enter her pussy with your free hand guiding your cock, the other one holding you up.
Her arms, in fact, are currently on your chest, a confused war between trying to fruitlessly push you away or feel you up going on behind her eyes. You solve the issue by thrusting deeply into her, thereby freeing your hand up to grasp onto and hold hers.
You keep on slowly pushing in and withdrawing, making out with her while holding her hand. Before long, her free arm comes up around your back, hugging you to her as her eyes start to run wet with unshed tears.
It honestly just makes her more beautiful.
The neighboring cell, by the by, is filled with orgasmic moaning as the maid keeps on making the daughter eat herself out, teaching her how to do it properly whenever she has a breath to waste.
Nevertheless, you slowly speed up, thrusting into the priestess, letting her come up for air after the entirely too long kiss. Hurray for not needing to breathe!
"You're so beautiful, my little pet."
Before you kiss her again, tenderly making love to her in the best and worst ways for a woman in her position. Soon enough, she comes around your dick, her intense orgasm having her clamp onto you hard and long enough to trigger your own orgasm, making you shoot your load into her deepest depths.
Stroking her hair out of her face, pushing it behind her ear, you smile at her. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"
She just blushes full force, though that doesn't stop you from embarrassing her further.
"Let's see, how about we mix things up a bit?" Pushing your hands under her back and waist, you turn the two of you around without pulling out of her, making her shout in surprise before she settles down again, now firmly perched atop you as your hand wanders downwards to grope her cute ass.
"Why don't you show me how much you like having sex with me, my little fuckdoll?"
She blushes even harder, the red going down to the base of her neck by now, but she still nods. "Okay," she says in a small voice as she shifts to sit on you, moaning at what she feels as you're still inside her.
As she begins to ride you, you keep on peppering her with affectionate nicknames, good girl, your little cumslut, your sexy little priestess, all that kinda stuff. She certainly seems to enjoy it, judging by the small smile she eventually shows despite her continued blushing.
Before long, both of you have come (her more than once, but, semantics), so you grip her butt and simply stand up, making her squeak this time as she clings to you with both her arms and legs.
"Say, is there anything you want to do, now that I'm here already?"
She swallows hard, looking around a bit, though both of you know only the two inside the other cell can hear you, and even that's debatable, considering the noise they're making.
"Could you, um, could you be... rougher? And do, y'know, back stuff?"
Oh, this is just precious.
"Oh, so you want me to fuck you hard and ram my dick up your ass?"
She doesn't nod, but she doesn't shake her head, either. So, naturally, your next act is to use the leverage her cute butt gives you to pull her up your dick, herself still clinging to you, then let her fall as deep on it as possible. She gasps and moans, but you just repeat this. And repeat. And repeat.
Soon, you instead grip her by her waist, and essentially use her as a toy to jerk yourself off, a fact you immediately convey to her.
"Do you like being my little sextoy? Just being used to get me off?"
She immediately comes.
So, while you didn't expect that, you can certainly work with it, but for now, you suppose it is time you went with the program, so you keep on 'using' her until you come, filling her up again and pulling out of her for the first time in a little while. Her whining about this fact is immediately cut short when you turn her around, positioning her winking rosebud against your cock as she has a great view of what's happening in the other cell.
"You know, I'd ask if you're ready, but I suspect my dirty little slut priestess wants to be buttfucked without preparations."
With those words, you ram yourself home, the priestess immediately screaming her lungs out, both in pain and in orgasm, as the light spray coming out of her pussy proves. Phew, you actually made her squirt!
What follows is basically the same thing as before, though maybe she feels even more 'used' this time around, as she can't even face or hug around you as you saw her up and down your cock with great enthusiasm, a new scream sounding from her every stroke.
It isn't much longer until you come, whispering into her ears just what a good buttslut she is, how she's your little cumslut pet begging to be fucked forever, all that kinda stuff. She sure seems to love it, judging by how she nuzzles back into you as you hold her still to fill her up as deep as you can.
That said, you're not done making rough love to your little fucktoy, and she better keep conscious until you're satisfied.
No matter how much fun pounding your little slut priestess in all her holes is, though, you eventually have to move on if you want to get everything else you wanted done done tonight, so you lay her into bed and draw the covers over her oversexed form, stroking her hair for a moment before calling off your demon maid and locking both cells again and returning to the parts of the palace you usually haunt.
In fact, you still need to go tell Okita you'll be gone for a while, otherwise you'd be worried she might decide to go search for you, so that's your next destination right there. Arriving at and knocking on her door, the maid still following you politely opens the door for you once a 'Come in' echoes vaguely through the door.
Entering, you are confronted by a sleepy looking Okita in her pajamas, who gives you a small smile and a hug.
"Hello Okita, are you doing well?"
"Mmhm, Sleepy."
Smiling, you pat her head.
"I can imagine. I just wanted to tell you I'll be gone for a few days to go take the Border Fortress for the demons."
Winking a bit, Okita shakes herself awake.
"That's no good. I'd get bored without you here. I'm coming with you."
Turning, she strides into her bedroom, opening a closet and pulling her clothes out before proceeding to change right there.
Enjoying the sight a bit, you can't help but ask "Are you sure?"
Before you can get another word out, she just says "Yup." And that is that, you suppose.
So, there you go. Your very own hero coming along to watch over you.
Leading the now dressed Okita towards the stables, you have her jump aboard the not-heated wyvern you usually use for moments like this, climbing up behind her and making sure your power to adhere to anywhere is active as you hold her securely before giving your zombie the command to take off.
The flight takes a while, with few words exchanged between you and Okita, though you believe this to be due to both Okita being Okita and her getting into the headspace to fight again soon. Of course, you silently holding onto her with both hands is hopefully having a calming effect on her, though you're not deep enough into psychoanalyzing her to be sure.
Too bad you can't grope her tits this whole time, though, as sticking to them would be extremely painful for her in case she fell off. She doesn't, thankfully, but hey, safety first.
Soon enough, however, you arrive nearby the Border Fortress, knowing your army should arrive somewhere in the area during the day. Making sure to keep your distance, you nevertheless note the enormous fortification you'll be taking a bite at soon, even as you begin to fly around in search of a suitable cave or something to spend the day in.
On your broad, sweeping flight around the area before the castle, you carefully observe the ground in search of any natural caves, hollows, any good place to spend the day in, you eventually note certain... irregularities across the landscape.
Certain lines across the ground made up of slightly raised or lowered earth, three oddly placed stones at the end of just such lines... This merits further investigation. Telling Okita as much, you land nearby one of the strange stones, still making sure to keep away from the fortress the best you can.
Lightly pressing against the rock, you have to strain a bit when that does nothing, but as soon as you actually put in some effort, you immediately hear a grinding sound, and soon see what looks like an old, steel-made trapdoor hidden underneath.
Shouldering the rock, you open it, beckoning Okita inside, who goes down, humming. "There's a ladder down here."
Waiting a moment for her to start climbing, you move to enter the apparent tunnel yourself, carefully lowering the door to avoid making noise. Seems to be in surprisingly good condition, though, as the hinges make nary a sound.
It takes a surprisingly long moment for you and Okita to arrive at the base of the ladder, leaving the two of you in an old, obviously disused tunnel, manmade if the walls made of rough bricks are anything to go by.
"How'd you know these were here?" Okita asks, obviously referring to the tunnels.
"I didn't, I just noticed the ground looked weird when viewed from above and went to look at the end points of the weird lines."
"Huh. So, you think we can make light down here? It's pretty dark."
"Sure, I don't see why not."
Raising her hand, Okita rubs a ring on her index finger, causing it to glow and laying a light shine over the immediate area. At your curious look, Okita just shrugs.
"It's one of the rings they gave us when we were summoned. Better than using a torch when fighting in the night."
Ah well, good enough. At least Okita can have an easier time down here.
Coming out of your inner palace, you awake to Okita poking your face with her glowy index finger. "What're you doing?"
"You went really still for a bit. Everything okay?"
"That's just a thing I do sometimes. Nothing to worry about."
"You weren't breathing."
"I don't need to breathe except to speak in the first place."
"Hmm."
"Actually, do you have any, like, bottles or something?"
"Nah, didn't bring any with me."
She is oddly nonchalant about being out here without water or food, though maybe she just figured you could improvise something? Far as you know, she has no idea about the army coming this way, after all.
"In that case, could you go upstairs later in the day to see if our army has arrived nearby? I need to talk to their commander so they actually know what to do."
"I dunno, how am I going to find them?"
"Oh yeah, nearly forgot." Unsummoning Malelitia, breathing him back in across who-knows-how-far of distance, you instead breathe out your compass soul, giving it strict orders to do as Okita tells it to.
"This little guy here can show the way towards anything you want him to. Just tell him to point you at the demon army coming to this place and he should give you an accurate direction."
Nodding, Okita just comes over and sits down, laying her head onto your shoulder.
"They'll still take some time, right? Just wake me up when you want me to go look for them."
Smiling wryly, you desummon your compass for the time being again and pat her head, just letting her snooze away for a bit.
You spend most of the day just turning an arm into shadow and bringing it closer to Okita's shiny ring while trying to keep it as a shadow, then subtly sniffing Okita and trying to see if you can get your enhanced sense of smell to be useful.
Eventually, though, you decide your army should be nearby by now, so you gently prod her awake, wipe a little drool from the corner of her mouth and summon the compass for her.
It honestly isn't long after her climbing up the ladder that she returns with the demon commander in tow, proudly looking like she did an important job.
"So, I'm here, boss. What do you want us to do? On the one hand, we're sitting in front of the border fortress, but on the other hand, actually attacking it would be suicide."
Dismissing both souls you have currently summoned, you breathe out that idiotic hero you ate and Phillip.
Okita cheerfully waves at both of them. Phillip just facepalms while that other idiot is standing there with an open mouth. No matter, though.
"First off, you, consider us parts of your party so your power works on everyone in this room. I called you all here, except for the buffing guy, he's here to buff us, to plan out how exactly we are going to take the Border Fortress. For starters, I'm pretty sure these old tunnels go all the way underneath the fortress itself, so we have an easy in for scouting, especially with my powers."
Everyone looks at you slightly agape now, except for Okita, who doesn't care about anything as always, and Phillip, who is muttering to himself now.
"Work of a lifetime, once-in-a-century opportunity, and he undoes it in an afternoon."
Ignoring him, as he is not contributing to the discussion, you take a look around everyone present.
"So, I figure the actual planning will come down to Phillip, demon commander guy, and me. Now, what do we need to know to plan a proper assault, what are my priority targets while I'm sneaking around inside beforehand, and how badly do we need to murder whom?"
"Okay, so the Fortress is notoriously hard to take in either direction. The walls stand tall and strong, reinforced with iron, and their walks are roofed decently to make sure. Three layers of walls to both sides, including small bulwarks behind each, going into impassable mountain walls to complete the circuit.
To make matters worse, the insides are deliberately designed to be labyrinthine and hard to navigate for any intruders, making just overcoming the walls themselves not enough; any defenders can and will keep on hammering intruders by attacking them from several directions. Chokepoints, unexpected dead ends, it's all there. No idea how many defenders we're talking about though."
Grinding his teeth, Phillip chimes in. "We left as many defenders as we could, given the logistical and historical importance of the Fortress, and given how long I've been dead, I'd hope the rear officers managed to keep their act together long enough to reinforce the garrison with anything they had. So expect 50 thousand men throughout the fortifications, as well as all the mages they could get."
This is a good time for you to add your two cents, you'd say.
"Actually, give me a moment," you say, desummoning the buffer guy for a moment and getting your compass out instead. "Now, point me at the nearest hero." As expected, he points towards the fortress. "Now point me at the nearest two heroes in one place." Same result. "Group of three heroes." Again, pointing towards the fortress. "Four heroes?" A change in direction, most like towards the human capital or wherever.
"So, we know for a fact there are three heroes inside the fortress. I guess they really did their best to assign as much firepower in there as possible. No idea which three heroes are inside, but that can be solved with a good bit of sneaking around."
"I wouldn't be too sure of that, boss. The Fortress is reknown for the ballistas and trebuchets installed on the walls, yes, but there's magical alarms in place in case anyone goes anywhere they aren't supposed to be."
"Not all of them got redone when we took the fortress, there's a lot of them and we had only so many mages, not to mention we had to keep going as soon as possible to end the war itself. Not that it worked."
"Any specifics on those alarms?"
"Anyone opens a door without being keyed into it, an alarm sounds in the nearby area. Means spies aren't really going to work unless they can get the appropriate humans to open the doors for them, and they're sure to be watching out for that kinda thing."
"They are. Doesn't take a genius to figure out what to watch out for with the alarms in place."
"Good thing, then, that I don't need to open doors to slip through them. Next off, is there any way to sabotage the defenses?"
"Not really, no. I spent decades guarding that place, and everything has backups or is an inherent feature of the architecture. You either tear the Fortress down stone by stone or you have to take it the hard way."
"How about using these tunnels to infiltrate with elite troops?"
"More feasible, but you'd still be brutally outnumbered and surrounded at every juncture, literally so. Unless you can make it fast enough to open the gate, those men would be dead, no question, and even then, there'd be two more gates until you reach the central bastion at the heart of the fortress."
"Would it be feasible to sabotage their supplies?"
"There's storerooms all throughout the Fortress. I suppose it may be possible, especially if you went for the central stockrooms first, but you gotta keep in mind food is continually being delivered to feed a garrison this large. Starving them out would be the work of months."
"So, to sum it up, this place is solid as a rock, and our best bet would be just me going in to assassinate anyone important until their chain of command is in tatters, then rigging things up for the army to move in in force?"
"Looks like it."
Hmm... Anything else you have to add?
"Alright, give me a moment," you say as you once more replace buffer guy with compass dude. "Tell me, which direction to..." What follows is you rattling off the names and titles of all the heroes you know to still be active.
At the end of it, you know the three heroes inside the frotress to be Nishiyama Masashi, the rapier hero, Uyehara Yoshiaki, the analyst hero, and lastly and lastly, Tada Mizuki, the naginata hero. An annoying combination for you, though certainly better than any four heroes combined. At least they could only pull together three heroes on short notice to defend the fortress, you suppose.
Still, the base of your plan stands. Infiltrate unseen, assassinate and/or abduct anyone looking important and go from there. The largest issue will likely be that analyst hero, along with whatever mages they have available and the other two heroes to a lesser extent.
Being the big unknown has served you well so far, and you'd quite like to remain as such for a time yet.
Regardless, all that remains now is to move your plans forwards.
Now then, with all of this decided and a decent idea of what to look out for, you send Okita with the demon commander, both to keep her safely with the rest of the army and to give her something to do. In the same vein, you breathe out that buffer hero and that one soul you refined that turned out to have a useful power when you interrogated him.
You shall call him Blinkdog.
Making him imbue his power into yourself, you, lastly, establish mental contact with Sarah, exchanging a few pleasantries really quick before asking her to run mission control for you via Coil's power. Luckily, she has, in fact, managed to figure out how to manifest a soul by now, so she can have him use his power just the same way you used to before giving him to her.
So, all of your support powers in place, you turn into your shadow, noticeably smoother and faster compared to how long it used to take you, swiftly slithering deeper down the tunnel, hopefully finding an exit somewhere inside the fortress itself.
Time to sneak up in this bitch.
Following the lightless tunnel, your speed means it isn't too long until you find what looks like an exit, in this a ladder much like the one you used to get down here on the other end. Using your ability to stick to surfaces, you languidly climb the wall upwards, eventually arriving at another trapdoor.
Slipping through the crack of the door, you soon realize the entrance on this end is hidden behind a wall inside a toilet. It takes you a few moments to figure out how to work the mechanism moving the false wall, though you certainly won't be activating it for now.
You casually slide through the silent, dark fortress, noting just how empty it looks even as you make it a point to actually see the blood of the various soldiers sleeping in their quarters, staggered all along the way.
Describing this place as labyrinthine wasn't an understatement, to say the least, given just how much ground you need to cover even as you slowly, but surely fill up a mental map of this place. Eventually, however, you find an exit leading up onto the wall of this section, so you take it and take a look around outside.
Huh. Looks like you're on the second wall right now, with regular patrol carrying torches patrolling along the wall. You can make out a vast lot of more soldiers along the first, outermost wall, though you suppose that just makes sense, what with that wall the one most likely to come under attack.
If anything, you're a little amazed they actually bothered with having this many men on this wall at night.
Well, you found a lot of stuff on your little tour of the second wall, you're gonna admit. You found several supply rooms, well-stocked and oftentimes near to kitchens and canteens, you find armories and barracks, some filled with sleeping soldiers, some not.
They even have what looks like baths in here!
Nevertheless, all of that is drowned out by halls, hallways and endless ways to run into dead ends. You are very aware that without your perfect memory, you'd be getting lost all the time, but thanks to it, you are basically building up a mental map with every new path you're taking and adding to it.
Eventually, however, you come upon a series of single rooms, accessible through small corridors built into the main hallway. Checking them out one after the other, you soon realize these seem to be dedicated mage's rooms, judging by the paraphernalia you find inside, along with the (mostly sleeping) inhabitants.
In fact, one of those inhabitants has you stop and stare for a second as you cling onto the wall of her room.
Looks like someone doesn't like to sleep when fully dressed, huh?
Honestly, this is just too good an opportunity to pass up- her door is locked, the walls are made of solid stone, so they should keep the sound contained pretty well, and she's lying in her bed completely defenseless. All that is needed now is a quick message to Sarah about what you just found and the plan currently brewing inside your head.
You can hear the smile in the thoughts she sends back at you. So, what do you need to do now? Surveying the room, you note what sticks out to you as her magic staff, along with a small bag likely containing any miscellaneous objects she needs for her craft, as well as a small pile of her clothes.
Now, while you can't exactly take them and move them outside, you certainly can carefully move them out of her reach. Materializing from the wall you're hanging on, you do so, listening for any movement from your soon-to-be victim, who doesn't seem to realize anything's up. Good.
With that out of the way, you step towards the bed, slowly shifting your weight onto a knee you put on her bed. Then the other knee. You're tempted to just negate your weight for a moment, but that would just complicate the next steps, so you rely on this mage being a heavy sleeper instead. It works.
Once you're fully resting on the bed, your added weight not disturbing her too much, you begin to let your hands wander over her nearly naked body, getting her used to your touch for a while, still avoiding any erogenous zones, though the distinction is minor depending on who you happen to be groping at the time anyways.
After you're sure she's not going to wake up out of nowhere, you carefully slide your hands under her back, sliding down her bra's holders, letting you wiggle it down and around until her breasts lie free.
A fact you immediately take advantage of, naturally, gently squeezing and playing with her big, fat titties.
Her hand rises up to grasp your arm for a sec, so you prepare to do this the hard way, but she just mumbles to herself for a bit with saliva running down the corner of her mouth, so you simply continue groping her big and, judging by the wet patch spreading along her panties, sensitive, breasts.
It isn't long after you begin to suckle on her nipples, however, that you start to grow a little bored of doing just the one thing, so you take your time while slowly trailing both your hands and your tongue down her body, passing her supple sides and her cute little belly button, until you arrive at your penultimate destination; those panties are coming off, now.
Carefully, you tuck them down little by little, revealing her wet pussy, though you sure don't stop there, peeling her underwear off all the way to her feet, where you cautiously pull it off of one of them. That's honestly enough for you already, so you just leave it hanging on the other one and move back to her snatch, where you make full use of your elongated tongue to carefully start licking away without waking her up.
She soon starts getting wetter and wetter, and when you judge her to be far along enough, you simply take a step back to throw off your clothes and get back to business, business in this case being ramming your dick home inside your victim.
She wakes up with a gasp, of course, blinking her hooded eyes filled with confusion at the silhouette of a stranger mounting her. Not that you pay her all that much attention, simply glorying in the sensation of thrusting your entire length inside her sweet little pussy.
"Augh...?"
Once you're all the way inside, your tip meeting her womb, what follows next is, naturally, drawing out again, drawing a gasp from your current toy.
"Haah... haah... is it that dream again?"
Once more grasping her tits with one hand, you idly play around with them even as you speed up your thrusts into her core, making her just... lay back and spread her legs a little to give you more access?
"Yes... yes... harder..."
Well, you'd hate to disappoint, so you just abandon all pretenses of doing anything but brutally rutting into her, making her scream out as your balls slap against her round butt.
It isn't long at this pace until you feel the first tingles telling you of your upcoming orgasm, so you grab her waist, really nail her for a few seconds longer, then lean down to lightly nibble her neck, just letting her feel your sharp teeth as you ram yourself home and fill her womb with your seed, making her clench and shiver in orgasm, her legs closing behind you to keep you in her.
"Thawus good... now jus' sleeb..."
But before she can doze off again, you casually pull yourself out of her, her moan letting you know she felt that, before slamming yourself all the way into her pussy a few more times in preparation of this next part.
Namely, gripping her cushy thighs to pull her legs up a bit and giving you a proper angle to prop and poke her ass.
"...what...?"
Slowly pushing your way inside, she gasps, and immediately clenches up, starting to struggle sluggishly.
"Thad neveh... happens...!"
Disregarding her feeble attempts to... do anything, really, you keep on pushing onwards, veeery slowly (you learned a thing or two with the priestess back in her little dungeon cell), making her throw her head back.
"Hnnngh!"
It is a slow, mechanical assfuck you're forcing on her, repeatedly pulling out before thrusting in just a little further, working your way inside her millimeters at a time. By the time you can fit half your dick inside her, you've been working away at her long enough to actually bring you close to another orgasm, whereupon you grip her tits with both hands, resting your weight on her upper body as you jackhammer away what you can fit inside her tight asshole, her anal ring squeezing down on your cock just so to push you over the edge.
With a small scream, she comes, bathing the half of your dick not inside her with her fluids as you keep on mauling her chest. Pulling out of her, the head of your cock making a little plop as you pull it out, you walk around the bed, standing before the head of the extremely exhausted woman.
Figuring it's around time you actually did what you started this for, you idly extend your claws and cut a little wound across your wrist. Leaning over her, you speak for the first time this whole encounter, deliberately taking a quite, deep tone.
"Drink this."
She opens her mouth without hesitation, letting you feed her the blood she needs to ingest without issues. Her hands, on the other hand, do not stay idle, one going to her messy groin to play with and push your leaking cum back inside her pussy, the other making vague grabbing motions towards your still erect dick.
Apparently, she took your command differently than you'd thought. No matter. Moving your waist so she can do as she wants, she starts to jerk your cock just a little, trying to pull it towards her face. Ah well, not like you mind so long as it doesn't interrupt the process for too long at a time, so you keep your wrist in place for a moment longer before pulling it away and replacing it with your prick, letting her sensuously suckle on it as she masturbates.
You repeat this rhythm a few more times, idly and slowly thrusting your cock inside her mouth in between feeding her more blood. It isn't long before her own ministrations bear fruit, and she comes in the middle of licking around your head. The thralling process, however, takes quite a bit of time, so it isn't too long before you're just throatfucking her with no regard for her breathing, something she seems to appreciate going by how she doesn't even need to masturbate to get off anymore, instead using her hands to pull you closer towards her and down her throat.
It is a very involved few hours that follows this, that's for sure.
At the end of the procedure, you thrust your whole length inside her mouth one lst time, unloading your last load for the night and withdrawing silently. When her open mouth does not receive any more fluids for her to take in, she just munbles a little and turns onto her side, going back to sleep.
Snorting a little, you go to put her underwear on her again, less careful now that she is too exhausted to really notice anything, putting her in approximately the same condition she was in when you found her, except the belly full of cum and the nethers leaking your fluids onto her panties.
Tough luck.
Still, you move the stuff you moved before this back into position and transform back into a shadow. Thralling this chick took quite a bit of time, though you sure hope it'll be worth it soon.
Leaving behind the mages' quarters, you proceed to explore the areas around it you hadn't taken a look at yet. Nothing too interesting in the immediate surroundings, of course, though you soon note that the mages are surprisingly well protected.
Any normal intruder would have to go through several, most likely warded, doors to arrive where they sleep, and each path towards them also contains barracks for at least a small group of soldiers. Anyone trying to sneak in would most likely be surrounded in short order if they didn't have a way to circumvent doors entirely like you.
Aside from that, nothing too interesting happens. You map out hundreds, if not thousands, of hallways and corridors, the vast majority of which are designed to lead people in circles or, preferrably, right into natural ambush zones. This place really does deserve to be called a fortress.
Still, at the end of it all, you're fairly sure you've gone through every room to be found. Of interest are three small offices, most likely reserved for the commanding officers overseeing the wall and organizing the men, each of which are protected in similar ways to the mages' rooms. One is as far out of the way as possible, contained within a small labyrinth in and of itself, one is surrounded by barracks, and the last one was actually hard to find, and without your perfect memory letting you tell there was a space you hadn't found yet, you likely wouldn't have.
The corridor leading to the room is camouflaged through what you can only call an optical illusion, looking like just another part of the wall surrounding it no matter at which angle you look at it. You have no idea whether this is done through magic or through ingenious use of architecture, but still, you know where it is now.
Discovering time inside your palace is running relatively quickly right now, you reckon you should be able to get a little training in, so once you're safely secluded back in that secret tunnel, you take a moment to do just that.
Though you first take a seat on your throne and ask your mechanically inclined souls how far they have come with designing a proper crossbow, it seems they've run into a few snags and don't really have anything new to tell you. While they managed to put together a frame looking vaguely like the finished product should, they're having issues getting a firing mechanism to work.
Once you're done berating them a bit for being incompetent and stupid, you turn your attention towards the maid body currently attending to you in your throne room, considering what to actually train.
You're a bit hesitant to say it, but here goes nothing.
"I require training in the art of seduction. Would you be able to help me in this?"
It's more a formality than an actual question, considering the maids are going to do anything you ask of them anyways, but about one nanosecond later, you have a maid sitting on your lap, purring up at you.
"With pleasure, my lord."
It is in the middle of your training that you faintly perceive thoughts from the connection you made sure to keep open all this time. While you do not stop doing what you were doing, you nevertheless start to pay increased attention to your newest toy's thoughts.
I had one of those dreams again... no wait, what is this? Why am I wet back there?
Oh, I assure you, that was no dream.
WAGH!
You can't hear anything, so you'll just assume the mage you had fun with last night just fell off her bed or something along those lines.
Who are you! Why are you in my head!
Why, I am the guy that sneaked into your room last night and fucked your daylights out.
She is just staying silent for a moment.
Hello? You there or did your brain stop working?
Who are you? What is this? Why are you doing this?
I am the guy with prime access to your mind, and so here's the deal as to how this relationship will work out. You will be my eyes and ears inside the second wall, to betray humanity when my army attacks.
W-why should I do that?
Well, there are several reasons. For once, my blessing has made you stronger, healthier, just that much harder to actually kill. It also conferred a measure of power unto you, you may have noticed it already. On the other hand, if power doesn't tickle your fancy, how about the chance to survive the coming, oh, week or so? I don't reckon it will take much longer for me to prepare the fortress to be taken.
You will never take this fortress, it is-
I know what the fortress is, and I made my claim after careful consideration. A week is rather long for me, actually, considering just how long it took me to singlehandedly beat back the army humanity sent towards demonkind.
A pause.
Of course, you are free to disregard my offer. All that will mean is that you will continue to perform your previous role and inevitably end up as a priority target during the siege. Or perhaps you would like to report what happened to you? I reckon that would be hilarious, no matter which way you fail horribly.
What do you mean I'd fail horribly?
Consider this: Let's say you went to whoever your superior is, and told them a man sneaked into the Border Fortress without raising the alarm, without being sighted, and entered your room to fuck you in your sleep, and the following morning you heaar a strange voice in your head.
Either everyone will laugh at you, call you delusional, and the best you could hope for would be being ridiculed for however long the fortress stays in human hands, if you don't get thrown out for being nuts. Alternatively, you'll be taken seriously, leading to everyone considering you compromised. Best case, you'll be thrown into a deep, dark cell and never let out, that is, until I come along to free you and throw you into the same dungeon as my other pets. Worst case, they decide to execute you on the spot, depending on how accurate the reports they received from the deserters that had the pleasure of meeting me already.
No matter how it goes, no happy ending for you, I'm afraid. Unless, of course, you do as I say and follow my orders to my satisfaction, and you may discover I'm a very reasonable man.
Reasonable enough to rape me in my sleep?
My dear little bride, I saw you while you were sleeping, nearly naked. Raping you was, indeed, the only reasonable thing to do, given your beauty.
Silence, for a long moment.
BRIDE?! REASONABLE!?
Absolutely. I think you'd look fabulous in a white dress once I'm done subjugating all of humanity. In the meantime, though, feel free to think everything I told you over. There's no rush, after all, no matter what you decide to do, I win.
Cutting the mental connection for now, you lean back, smiling. It's fairly obvious which way she'll end up leaning, even without getting you started on how she is obviously attracted to you, and had been dreaming of a stranger ravishing her in her own bed for quite some time, apparently.
Hook, line and sinker.
Well, night has fallen and you're not running the risk of accidentally coming too close to sunlight anymore. Time to go take a look at one of these other tunnels- while you could navigate the fortress itself to gain access to other areas, the tunnels themselves are quite interesting to you as possible infiltration points for your army once the fighting starts, and the easiest way to find the entrances on the fortress side is to simply go through them.
So, choosing another tunnel at random, you climb the wall leading to the outdoors and slither onwards to where you recall one of the other tunnels should end. It's another rock barring the way, though you can manage to wiggle through as a shadow, and soon enough, you're in a similar tunnel to the one you just left, if a little steeper.
That's right, this one is inclined downwards at a slight angle. No idea why that is, but you go on ahead and race along the ground anyways. Before long, you arrive at what you recognize as the same ladder setup as the other tunnel, following this one upwards, too.
Squeezing through the trapdoor, you find yourself in a dusty storage room, the door itself disguised as just another part of the floor. Taking a look around, most of what you see is some non-perishable food, jerky, wheat, that kind of thing, packed into crates.
Wherever you are, you have arrived.
It is as you continue to explore the hallways your current location gives you access to that Sarah, up to now a constant, quiet presence in the back of your head, chimes up.
Wait a second, turn left, turn left!
Doing as she said, you follow the corridor to your left, just giving her a silent feeling of curiosity in return.
If you went straight, you'd have run right into a mage currently messing about with magic, bright enough to completely detransform you. On your current course, though, you're running into a treat.
Smiling as much as a shadow can, you thank your sister and proceed, only to stop short at the sight unveiled to you when you turn.
An obviously drunk, japanese teenager. With glasses.
Fuck your life, seriously?
Okay, uh, what do you do about this guy currently waving a bottle at thin air while mumbling to himself?
So, uh, you suppose you will just... go over there and eat him. Slithering across the ceiling, you sneak towards his drunk form, listening to him mumble away.
"...telling them... won't listen... ignorant asses..."
Once you're right above him, you prepare to materialize and land right on him, making this a short fight, indeed. However, just as you do so, he looks upwards with wide open eyes.
"Oooh... fugg."
No time like the present, you think to yourself, and become corporeal before he can do much more than that. He tries to ward you off, throwing up both hands, but you slap them away even as you land, breaking both a knee and several ribs by kicking out at him at the right moment.
Before his drunk mind has the time to process the pain and scream, you slap a hand over his mouth and unhinge your maw.
It's feeding time.
Teramoto Masumi, a former researcher in Academy City, was... not well, to say the least.
This was not a new state of being for him, however. He hadn't been well ever since he'd first discovered the LEVEL 6 Shift project, and the sheer inhumane disregard for life shown by his erstwhile colleagues. For any sane person, it would have been clear that making a boy murder a few tens of thousands of little girls was not going to improve his power, no matter the justifications brought forth as to why this was the one true path.
He got worse when his insistent demands that this sheer idiocy be stopped got him shot by that damn madman Gensei, only to be reborn in what seemed to him like another reality entirely, one without Academy City or the progress it would bring. There, he spent several years growing up and blaming himself for the Sisters he could not save from the bloodhungry madness embroiling the deepest parts of the City's administration and research. eventually growing bitter.
His new name was Uyehara Yoshiaki, an ironic twist of the knife inside his heart, to boot. What use was being 'evidently correct' when you were the only one to see the obvious, unable to share your insight with anyone around you?
Not to mention he never managed to find out how his reincarnation was even possible in the first place. The creation of espers hinted at possibilities, of course, but the existence of a soul had never been proven one way or another. His current situation might've been a cosmic joke, it might have been proof in the matter, but what it wasn't was helpful in terms of conducting research.
So he simply waited, and did his best to grow up as an average boy would. Oh, sure, he got a few weird looks when his eccentricities came about, but people got used to that fairly quickly. People could get used to the strangest things, really.
However, his plans to easily use his knowledge and keen mind to graduate a prestigious university and gain research funds and acclaim as a world-reknown scientist that cured cancer (it was one of his little side projects in his earlier life), the young Uyehara got caught up in a freak cross-dimensional disturbance, or, to put it in the simplest terms possible, him and his entire class, plus their homeroom teacher and their school nurse, were summoned to another world as heroes.
A world of swords and sorcery, too boot.
Naturally, he immediately went to analyze magic, this strange form of reality manipulation a scant few of the locals used. However, he couldn't very well stand out, so, against his better judgement and desires, he proceeded to join the quaint little war the locals were embroiled in.
While he disliked having to shed blood, hopefully they could get this done soon so he could get back to his life plans.
Only for, after bitter two years of wasted time and dying(!) a time or two, as well as the defeat of the 'demon king', they still weren't getting home. Naturally, he used his 'divine powers' to find out the reason for this, and promptly slapped a hand across his face.
Of course, something even worse than the demon king would rise up to lead the demons. And, natu-fucking-rally, nobody believed him when he'd told him this new threat was so much worse than the previous one.
Sure, he himself would admit he had too little data to work with, but the patterns were clear, yet he couldn't get the whole class to act. Honestly, was his life doomed to repeat eternally?
Yes, apparently. After getting drunk to deal with this shit, his power happened to point out a shadow in the dark, moving along the ceiling strangely, stopping just above him. His last words were really just him reaffirming his dying thoughts.
Fuck them all for never taking his words seriously. No matter how demonstrably smart he was, the smartasses would just refuse to listen.
Wiping your mouth a bit, you look down at the corpse of the hero you just ate, considering the question of whether to leave him just like this or hide the body somewhere, somehow.
Either way, you have taken out one more hero. You feel that you did some real good work, no matter how debilitated he was before you even arrived.
Grabbing onto the body of your latest meal, you transform, quickly becoming your shadow carrying another shadow. Well, you'd noted a long time ago how anything you take with you also becomes the shadow it throws, but hey, no harm even in this situation.
Luckily enough, you can find your way back with relative ease, quickly morphing and shoving his corpse's shadow a bit, but soon enough, you're back in the tunnel you took to arrive here, racing along its walls until about the halfway point, where you detransform and throw the dry meatsack to the ground.
That's three down so far, and fourteen more to go... two of which are waiting for you in the fortress up above.
Returning all the way back to where you descended from, you return to scouting out the area. One thing you soon note is that you are, in fact, inside the bastion in the middle of the fortress.
You'd thought this was likely when you found the drunk hero, but looking out over the wall you found yourself on, there are indeed two more walls to be seen from here. Always nice to have confirmation, either way. Aside from access to the wall, you found a few more storage rooms, most of them containing more food, though you also saw miscellaneous supplies- spare cloth, tools, the things you would expect an army to have on hand as a matter of course.
Of further interest were several barracks containing more beds, a solid half of which contain sleeping soldiers, along with more seperate mages' quarters and what you're fairly certain might be a command center, though you could be wrong about that.
While you were racing along the walls soundlessly to find all of this out, however, you were also using your time to mentally chat with your sister as well as interrogating the soul of the hero you took out.
Thank you again for pointing me in the right direction, sis.
No problem, that's why I'm here. Talking to Coil so he knows what's going on in both timelines isn't what I'd describe as a pleasant use of my time, but at least I can also have fun belittling him.
Aside from these little chats, you found out a bit more about the still living heroes from your last meal, such as the rapier hero, aside from being a bit of a clown, also takes his role as a hero seriously, favoring quick, decisive attacks supported by his heroic powers, which empower him to deal more additional damage with every strike. Something along the lines of penetration being corrected to a constant level, regardless of how hard he hits, if you understood the explanation correctly.
He also is a proponent of the adage 'early to bed, early to rise', meaning he usually goes to bed sometime in the early evening and rises with the sun, if he doesn't get up even earlier.
The naginata hero, on the other hand, is somewhat of an oddball among heroes. Her power is straightforward on paper, turning the enhanced reach inherent in her weapon into direct force projection by basically increasing it. Every time she swings her naginata, the reach of her attack gets doubled, letting her potentially wipe out whole groups of enemies at once. However, the increase in reach doesn't simply apply to her weapon, it applies to everything she does.
Magic, speech, her very senses, they all are doubled in 'reach'. While none of them are qualitatively changed aside from this, the effects can be surprising and potent when used effectively.
In terms of sleeping patterns, she is pretty eclectic; sometimes, she goes to sleep by midday, oftentimes, she stays awake until midnight, especially to take baths, which she has a great enthusiasm for even among the japanese heroes.
You make it a point to explore the areas surrounding the usual haunts of the heroes after dropping the soul of the analyst hero where you ate him and desummoning Blinkdog in exchange, given they keep to their own places whenever possible, so you take a look around the canteen where the rapier hero usually eats, the training rooms, the area surrounding his bedroom, everything short of actually sneaking into his quarter. Yet.
Similarly, you plan out several approaches to the naginata hero's rooms, her usual preferred hangouts and, naturally, the baths she prefers to visit... only to discover your enhanced sense of hearing is making out the sound of water and movement inside it, along with deep, heavy breaths.
No fucking way.
Carefully and slowly even in your shadow form, on account of your target's own enhanced senses, you creep towards the baths, finding them to be lit by a dim glow originating from a magical item formed as a small crystal ball embedded in a nearby wall.
And a short, japanese girl sitting in the middle of the small pool, one hand between her clenching legs and the other over her mouth, trying to keep any sounds she makes contained within. So, this is a thing now.
Immediately, your mind goes into overdrive. First thing you do, you retreat a bit so you can still see what's going on while it is less likely you'll be discovered (you know how bullshit enhanced senses can be, you have them yourself) and call up the analyst hero again, as well as making sure that Sarah can hear you properly.
Then you send a single message towards both.
I just found the naginata hero masturbating in the bath, what do I do?
What follows is a jumble of thoughts and ideas, along with sheer disbelief from both.
Gabe, what are you doing? Why do you keep on doing this as though it was a cheap porno?
Tada-san is-? Are you serious?
It takes a moment or two for them to calm down, which allows you to actually use what little information you have to work off of. Taking the impressions and thoughts of the analyst hero in addition to what you know from Phillip's thoughts about his pupil, added to Sarah's unlimited power use, you soon get a decent picture of the person known as Tada Mizuki.
Shy, a little withdrawn, but trying to reach out to others despite the way she is. Did her best throughout the whole hero thing, though it was more about not disappointing everyone else in the same boat than anything else. Nevertheless, she slowly started to build up confidence in herself based on her skills and achievements.
This confidence was, of course, shaken by her little insecurities consistently following her, such as being too short, too ugly, too boring, all those normal introvert teenager things, as well as the short time she spent dead during the battle against the demon king, and of course a lack of confidence surfacing whenever her abilities were insufficient for the task at hand.
As to why she's in the bath and jilling herself? Several possible reasons. A repressed exhibitionist fetish, secretly wanting to be found for any reason out there, an excuse to masturbate in an otherwise public setting, maybe she just didn't want to get her bed dirty and instead chose to do it here out of purely practical reasons. Not enough data to reliably work off of, though you personally would put your money on her wanting to be found. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking, who knows.
Alright, you have a plan. It's more a rough idea, a strategy on how to proceed, but it'll just have to work. First, you retreat a bit to rematerialize and undress. Once you're entirely naked, you put on your confident smile and start to wander over into the baths, your junk swinging freely.
Come to think of it, it's been a while since you were naked literally all the damn time.
Emerging into the warm air of the bath, the naginata hero immediately 'eep's and pulls both her arms inwards, looking towards where she must've heard you, only to blush even harder than she already was. Looks like she likes what she sees, huh?
Making sure Sarah has her puppet active and ready to tell you ahead of time if something fucky happens, you smile at her and speak up.
"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just here to enjoy the bath and take in the view."
The way she reddens, you imagine she can think of the 'view' you were referring to. It takes her a bit to respond, so you go ahead and enter the bath yourself, seating yourself opposite to her, submerged in the clear water filling the small pool. You lean back a little, giving her a good look at your naked body again, as opposed to her bunching up under your scrutiny.
"W-why are you here? Who are you? Nobody comes here in the night!"
"Oh? So you're saying you didn't secretly want to be found, touching yourself in a place like this?"
"Nothing of the sort!"
"So you're saying if I came over there and touched you all over, you would object?"
"Obviously!"
Your smile growing wry, you slowly get up, her eyes growing wide as you do as you said, your muscled chest rising above the water as you invade her personal space.
"I'm warning you, if you come closer, I'll-"
Ignoring her words, you sit down right next to her, your legs touching. She just goes red again, even as you lift an arm to lay it around her shoulders.
"You know, I should really count myself lucky to have found you. Such a cute little hero, just waiting for a big, scary man to come along and ravish her."
"I was doing nothing of the sort and you are a filthy liar!"
Funnily enough, she isn't throwing off your arm, though.
"I think," you start off ponderously, "that you are lying. I think you really wanted to be found, and found by someone who would appreciate just how cute and pretty you are. Someone that wouldn't hesitate to continue playing with you where you left off."
Her breath hitches, and she swallows heavily as your free hand inches closer towards her. Before long, you begin to stroke along her thigh underwater, your other arm, slung around her, wandering downwards, too.
Not letting her get a word in edgewise, you suddenly slide your hands under her leg and around her waist, pulling her upwards and towards you, right into your lap. She squirms a bit, but as soon as you knead her thighs again, with both hands this time, she settles down again, her head twisting to look at you.
You just give her a reassuring smile while allowing your erection to rise until you're at half mast, letting her know you appreciate her body as it pokes against her butt.
She goes completely still, not that it stops you.
Leaving her thighs alone for the moment, you shift your fingers towards her sweet little pussy, fingering along her lips before digging in while the other hand homes in on her small, but perky breasts, weighing one and playing with her nipple. She, in turn, begins to moan before she bites her teeth down and refusing to make another sound. Her own hands rise to grasp your wrists, but she doesn't make any effort to pull them away.
Before long, your insistent ministrations have her cumming around the three fingers fingering her with great relish, both her hands shooting up to block her mouth as she screams in climax. Afterwards, she just melts in your arms, going slack and looking upwards to see your face in the corner of her eyes.
You chuckle a bit at her, your dick fully erect by now, though you don't make any attempts to get it wetter than it already is in the water. Instead, you just gently deposit her on her former seat and start to walk out. Her eyes are drawn to your cock once she has a clear sight of it, though she tears her gaze off of it and up at your face instead.
"Who are you? WIll I see you again?"
Aww, there's a lot of emotion to unpack in those words. For now, though...
Smiling your most charming smile, you look over at her and throw her a kiss.
"Why, I'm your mysterious lover, and I'll see you again right here tomorrow night. If you're here, you may even get a real kiss!"
She blushes a bit again, but gives you a resolute nod. Looks like you have an understanding, then. Exiting the room, you proceed to gather up your clothes, not even bothering with putting them on. You just keep on walking a bit longer to make sure her senses can't pick up on you suddenly ceasing to make sound before you transform into your shadow again, racing along back to the food storage holding the secret entrance to the tunnel you used to get here.
Overall, you got a lot done tonight, you'd say.
So, after concluding your usual morning ritual, you take a moment to plan your next steps. First, you contact the analyst hero and make him just wait and for a moment while you think up an exact image of the crest on Okita's thigh and send the thought at him.
So, take a look at this. Someone plastered this crest onto Okita, and we still haven't figured out what it does, exactly.
He thinks annoyed thoughts, but does as you tell him to. Just keep in mind I likely can't give you anything accurate until I see the design itself in person, there's a lot of metaphysical processes going on in the background I'll need to take a look at.
He mentally mutters to himself a bit before thinking at you again.
So, this design, while heavily altered from the traditional forms, is based on the typical lust crest, meant to incite arousal under specific conditions. I recognize the triggers both for a situation and for a remote trigger that the caster can trigger as long as they can see the subject, though there may be more hidden along those depending on just how good the caster was.
Hmming a little, you file that information away and get back to the rest of what you wanted to ask.
So, any particularly important people inside this fortress you can tell me about?
Just the commanders, really. If there's some kind of supreme commander, we were never told about them or their name slash names. As far as I know, the fortress is overseen by the sector commanders, with captains answering to them taking care of the day-to-day of anything specific inside those sections.
Alright, I'll let you get back to pretending to be you. Make sure you keep an eye open for any secret doors or mechanisms, I'd like to know more about them.
Cutting the connection with your enslaved minion, you instead use your telepathy on your mage thrall inside the fortress.
Hello and good morning, my little bride.
Please don't surprise me like this, comes back from her after a moment.
I'm afraid I can't exactly forewarn you without surprising you just the same. Regardless, how have you been?
Oh, uhm, I've been doing well? Uhm.
That's nice to hear. So, have you given any thought as to my offer from last time?
I've been trying not to think about it, actually.
Successfully?
Another long pause.
Well, just keep it in mind. The offer's open for a while yet, don't you worry.
Disconnecting, you shift your attention towards what you will be doing for the next while. That is, training, training and training a bit more. You briefly wonder whether you're the vampire equivalent of a bodybuilder before you banish the thought and get to it.
Alright, first of all, time to go visit your troops for a change of pace. May as well get around to unloading a few of those souls you don't need anymore while you're at it. With that in mind, you shoot Okita a thought asking her where the demon camp is relative to the tunnel exits, receiving a perfunctory answer as to where to go (north-east past a small hill).
Checking in with Sarah that yes, there actually are several of the princess' agents currently using the demon camp as a waystop and staging area for their missions, you use your shadow form, exit the tunnel you're currently in, swiftly transform back and into your owl form instead, soon flying in the overall direction you need to take.
It isn't too long before you see movement on the ground, so you swoop in closer and find that you're in the right place. Landing nearby the camp, you shift back into your vampire form and enter, throwing anyone that looks like they may want to stop you a glance with a raised eyebrow.
Nobody complains about you being here.
Very soon, you go to visit where you're fairly sure Okita is living (your enhanced sense of smell lets you literally sniff out the only human among all these demons) and enter her tent, making her look up first in surprise, then happiness. Before you have time to react, you have a ballistic Okita launching herself at you.
Catching the overenthusiastic girl, you let her cuddle into you for a moment as you hug her before you push her away a bit, looking her in the face.
"Hey, Okita. How have you been?
Her usual emotionless face, having reasserted itself while you weren't looking, greets you. "Pretty boring, so I mostly just slept."
That's your Okita.
"Alright, then. Wanna come with me while I do a few things?"
"Sure."
With Okita in tow, you go show your face to that one demon commander, letting him know that no, you're not here to tell them to attack, you're just delivering a few things while taking a short break.
Finding the one tent Sarah told you to look out for, the small pendant hanging from the top fitting her description, you enter to find a bunch of kneeling demons. How convenient.
"I'm not going to beat around the bush. Are you all the agents currently in this camp?"
"We are, m'lord."
You take a sec to count them off. Eight demons are currently prostrating themselves before you. You have more than enough souls of no further use to you saved up, so, breathing out the customary silvery mist, you transfer them over to them, each getting one soul to guard them and follow their orders.
"I'd suggest using these to infiltrate and direct the various bandit groups that formed in human lands recently; you can now summon and order the souls I imbued you with at will."
With that done, you go bring Okita back to her tent, cuddle and grope her a bit longer before you (regretfully) return back to the fortress.
Better keep going.
Infiltrating the castle again, you prod at your analys- you know what, you'll just call him the anal soul. You prod at your anal soul.
So, you found anything interesting while I was busy?
Groaning, he responds. Impressive he figured out how to get a groan across a purely mental medium so fast. I've been keeping an eye out, but looking too curious would blow my cover. Best I have so far are a few secret doors, but I have no idea where they go.
Good enough. Hit me.
Listening to your little minion explain what he found, you idly summon the buffer guy and make him use his power on you before going shadow and racing on into the central bastion again. Time to see what you can find before you pay a visit to your little hero.
Following the descriptions your minion gave you, you prowl towards where he told you to look for a specific stone in the wall of the command room to push down. Honestly, this is starting to look like some kind of bad adventure novel, but hey, so long as it gets you somewhere new you could use, you'll take it.
On the way you, of course, you telepath at your mage pet to have a little fun.
I really should pay you another visit one of these days, fucking you was a lot of fun.
Don't! I'm warning you!
Warning me you'll bounce on my dick all night?
Ugugugwu!
Lots of fun was had, indeed. Still, you soon arrive at the location you were going for, noting absently the commander of this place seems to be gay, judging by the pair of men you spy coming out of his office and borderline making out. Not that you give a fuck, now that he's not in there, of course.
Materializing, you feel over the wall you were told about until you note a slighty protruding stone, hardly visible if you don't know something is there. Pushing against it, you watch the entire wall shift a little, before half of it just glides backwards, admitting you inside the hidden room behind it.
Bingo.
Now to see what is hidden in here... oh, this looks interesting. It looks like a miniature version of the fortress, you can even see how the different walls were built at different times by different hands, and even a few places where they were destroyed and rebuilt over the years. The different colors and styles of the construction make that much obvious.
Now, this still isn't a complete map of the complicated insides of these places, but you have the distinct suspicion that isn't what this thing is about in the first place.
Mostly because a few parts of this thing seem moveable, and you haven't the foggiest idea why. Thankfully, one of these switch-like parts are placed right next to where you think the command room you're next to is, so you flick it over, only to hear a grinding sound from outside.
Exiting the secret room, you see a solid piece of rock went down right in front of the door, blocking entrance or exit, as well as probably having been heavy enough to squash anyone trying to come inside at the time.
You go back to the miniature of the Fortress, flicking the switch back up.
Another grinding sound, coming back, you see the block of stone was drawn back up. Now that you know what to look for, you can even make out the outlines of the thing.
You come back once again to look at the many, many switches all over the miniature fortress.
You smile.
Okay, first of all, you need to immediately tell people about this, so you go on ahead and contact Sarah, Phillip, the anal hero and Okita to have her tell the demon commander. Once everyone is suitably informed and the secret has been properly dispersed, you take a moment to bask in the sheer achievement of what you just did, then think about what to do next.
On the one hand, you are certainly going to visit the naginata hero, just as you promised her. On the other hand, you still have a decent bit of time until then, so... may as well pay a visit to your mage pet, huh?
So, had any more dreams about me lately?
Wa- Stop! Get out of my head!
Now, why would I do that? Catch you at a bad time?
Not at all! I just don't want you in here right now!
Continuing in this vein, you make your way towards her room, fairly sure you know why she's acting so flustered. Slipping through the crack under her door, you make sure she isn't looking into your direction, the dim magical lighting leaving you hard to make out.
...then perhaps you should look to your left.
What are you-
Is as far as she comes before she turns her head and her field of view is taken in by you, coincidentally leaning down right now to press a deep kiss onto her lips.
"I just so happened to have a little time on my hands after discovering literally all the secret defenses of the Fortress, so I thought I'd spend a little time with my favorite little bride. And what a naughty bride she turned out to be, too," you trail off, gently cupping her groin and feeling the wetness as you draw your thumb along her lower lips, "having her fun all by herself. Why, I should punish you for this." You kiss her again.
"I should punish you all night and all day, but alas, I have merely a few hours to spend at my leisure." As you speak, you climb onto the bed, continually looking into her eyes and rubbing her pussy. "We shall simply have to make the most of what time we have, shall we not?"
She whimpers, but she soon starts to moan, then scream in ecstasy. It is a good few hours you spend together.
Leaving a completely exhausted and leaking little bride behind, you transform into your shadow form again and race off towards the same bath you met the naginata hero in. You have to actually hurry a little, as going from the second wall through the tunnel, over to the other tunnel and into the central bastion, then to your ultimate destination, but in the end, you stand where you meant to stand and strip down in preparation of entering the bath, your little project already there and waiting for you.
Smiling at her, you get in the water opposite her, just like last night. She stares at you for a moment, before pouting a little and looking away.
"Didn't you promise me a kiss?"
No good, she complains about the taste of blood and gets out of the mood. Try just kissing her normally, bro.
Doing so, you chuckle and answer your little hero's question. "Oh, of course."
Closing in on her, you tenderly wrap your arms around her, pressing your lips onto hers and carefully invading her mouth with your tongue. She starts when you first licks along her tongue, but melts into your hug once she acclimates to the new situation she finds herself in.
Coming up to let her breathe, you smile as you just take in her heavily breathing face with eyes just a little too wet.
"I'm not... ugly, am I?"
You can't help but laugh as you shake your head. "My dear, if you were not to my taste, I wouldn't have shown interest in the first place. I am of the opinion everyone should simply do what and who they are into, and I am certainly into you. Or to keep it short, no, you are very much not ugly."
"Am I pretty, then?"
"You are very pretty. More than that, though, you are very, very cute, and the beauty you are growing into is obvious to anyone with eyes."
Not letting her get a word in edgewise, you kiss her again, feeling along her entire body and squeezing her tight little ass. She seems to like it, launching herself into the kiss with renewed vigor, almost sucking down your tongue.
"Thinking about it, you're just way too cute. I could eat you up whole, that's how delicious you look."
As you speak, you lower yourself so you begin to kneel deeper before the small row of seating inside the bath, giving you access to her delicious neck, her chest and further, which you begin to pepper with kisses over and over, just touching your lips onto her skin and leaving the slightest smooch, repeatedly.
Looking at her, you smile as you decide to make an excuse of some sort for what you're about to do, at least.
"Want to see how long I can hold my breath?"
You don't waste any time to let her reply, 'breathing in' and going underwater, continuing your descent down her body even as your hands keep on fondling her behind, trailing kisses down her chest and the smooth expanse of her stomach, eventually nearing her sweet, sweet little pussy. However, instead of diving right in, you divert your attention towards her thighs instead, kissing along the sensitive flesh and changing sides on your way outwards a few times. Have to make sure no part of her front goes unkissed, after all.
Eventually, she spreads her legs and tries to pull your head towards her, evidently fed up with the teasing. Feeling the need to chuckle, though you naturally don't, underwater and all, you begin by kissing her just above her pubic mound... before going straight for her already slightly revealed clitoris.
You are underwater, but you have no trouble hearing the repressed scream she's letting out. Not one to be stopped by momentary success, you kiss, lick and nibble her sensitive bud a little longer before diving right into her pussy, making effective use of your elongated tongue and thrusting it deep inside, only to slowly lick it out again.
She's going crazy up there. You wonder whether she's aware she would've killed a normal man by now by holding him underwater for so long? Regardless, you don't stop before she came, oh, a handful of times, you didn't bother counting, pushing her weakly gripping hands out of your hair and resurfacing, making a show of taking deep breaths and coughing a bit, even as her red face and open mouth, with her tongue hanging out a little, amuses you to no end.
"Quite the trick, eh?" She doesn't respond, too busy trying to recover from the chain of orgasms you just subjected her to.
You stay a little longer, keeping your slutty little hero company until she's recovered enough to form a coherent thought or two, tough you have to excuse yourself a little sooner than you'd like, sunrise coming closer with every second, so you pull your previous disappearing trick again when you're reasonably sure she can manage.
Finding yourself safely underground down in the tunnel you used again, you consider what to do while waiting for the cancer ball to pass by today.
It took you all day, concentrated training directed towards finding a new way to weaponize your control over cold and ice, but at the end... well, you look at the trail of frosted over stone your last attempt leaves on the wall.
This should work, you reckon.
Alright, first, you desummon the anal hero and instead summon the buffer hero and Blinkdog, making both of them use their powers on you as you establish contact with Sarah so she can use Coil's power for you. You are ready.
First, though, you decide you could stand to spend a little time with Okita. Wouldn't want her to get too lonely over in the demon camp, after all, so in the interests of taking proper care of her, you shadow your way out of the tunnel you are in and fly off as an owl, your destination known to you.
Once you arrive, you don't dally around and instead just come over into Okita's tent, the girl immediately perking up when she sees you come in.
"Hello, Gabriel. What are you here for today?"
"I came by for you."
"Oh."
There is a brief lull in the conversation as Okita is just standing there, looking proud quietly. You give her the moment, but before long you move again, stepping forwards and taking a seat on the ground of the tent.
Okita, seeing her chance, happily sitting onto your lap, crossing her legs much as you did yours. Returning to the usual with her, you fondly begin to fondle (heh) her breasts, making her give out a satisfied hum. You did come here to do more than just grope these funbags, though, no matter how massive they are.
"Hey Okita," you say, waiting to give her a chance to react and continuing when she doesn't make any effort to do so, "How would you feel about slaughtering a bunch of humans?"
"If they're in the way, they're dead meat. Just like anything else."
Hah. And there is why you like Okita so much. No hesitation, no second thoughts. Just pure, unbothered decision to murder her way through anything in her way, which, in this case, means anything in your way.
Just staying as you are a while longer, silently enjoying each other's company, you ponder if there's anything else you'd like to talk to her about.
Actually, you really liked that answer, and you'd best encourage good behaviour, huh? Teenagers work like that, you're pretty sure. So you lean over a little making Okita look at you curiously, only to receive a kiss, to her surprise.
"You're just so cute, I wanted to kiss you." You explain before she can ask. She cocks her head, but doesn't seem like she minds.
"Actually, I've been meaning to ask- how would you feel about coming with me? As in, back to my world."
Okita cuddles into you a bit before answering. "Sure, I'd like that."
You just pet her thigh a little as she leans back into you again, her eyes closed and at least lightly dosing. You suppose you'll just have to play sleeping bag for her for a bit. Not that you mind all too much; you just chat a little with Sarah to pass the time until her drowsiness passes and you can get up again, or at least until she's asleep deeply enough not to wake up when you get up and move her to her bed.
Once Okita is safely moved to her bed, you leave her tent and vanish behind it, using Blinkdog's power to appear right inside the tunnel leading to the second wall before going shadow and blinking again, easily reaching your little bride's room. Now, what to do, what to do...
Well, you can think of a few ways to play this, but ultimately, perhaps the old mainstay will do. That is, tease her, get her needy, but don't give her what she wants until she gives you what you want. You think she might respond well to that approach.
To that end, you slide into her room still completely soundlessly, detransforming once you're inside and taking stock of what you see. Really, it's very much a continuation of the night you first found her- nearly naked and lying carelessly in her bed. Not that this deters you from proceeding with your plan, though.
Casually prodding her nipples, you chuffle a little when she doesn't awake, instead mumbling unintelligibly and turning in her sleep a little. Going with the flow, you go on and play with her breasts a little, the massive mounds of flesh even bigger than Okita's, now that you compare them, just having fun fondling them for a bit while the pleasure makes itself known to your little bride.
When she doesn't wake up after a few minutes of this treatment, you continue fondling her entire body, stroking her slender sides and squeezing her delectable butt freely, eventually fingering her pussy, trying to wake her up by playing with her clit. When even this isn't enough to wake her up, you just roll your eyes and hold her nose closed for a second, immediately getting her to sputter and open her eyes.
"Hey there, my sleeping beauty. How'd you like your true love's kiss?"
She coughs once or twice, throwing you a glare. "Why'd you wake me up? I was having a nice dream going there."
"Why, I'm sure that had nothing to do with what my other hand is doing right now..." You say, making her look down her naked body at where you're up to your third knuckles inside her pussy, stroking her inner walls with two fingers.
She just sighs and lays back down, apparently having given up on getting you to stop doing whatever you want. "At least it's feeling good..."
You just smirk at her with a little evil shine in your eyes.
It isn't long before your insistent ministrations are getting her closer and closer to her climax, but before she can come, you withdraw your fingers entirely, idly licking her juices off your fingers.
"Why'd you stop?" She whines at you.
"Oh, I don't know," you drawl, "why should I grant release to someone that doesn't want to join my side?"
"Are you seriously trying to get me to join you by withholding pleasure?"
"Oh no, not pleasure. That I am going to ensure you get." You grin down at her. "What I am keeping from you is release."
The both of you gaze into each other's eyes for a long moment. She breaks eye contact first, pouting defiantly.
"Do your worst."
And well, with an invitation like that, how can you resist? So you don't waste any more time, you kiss, taste, lick, grope, touch and fondle every part of her body you can think of, always making sure she is constantly pleasured, but unable to climax until she says what you want to hear. It is during this time that you discover her ears are surprisingly sensitive, gently nibbling on them while restraining her arms that she begins to quiver even after you let up to deny her orgasm.
"Fuck... fuck it. I was thinking about jumping shit anyways. I'll, I'll flip sides, just make me cum."
"I was waiting for you to say that." As soon as you finsih speaking, you shed your clothes in record speed, your hard prick bobbing in the air as you lean over your helpless little bride. "Time the two of us can thoroughly enjoy ourselves."
She is pent up enough by your frustrating denials so far that she comes just as soon as you push your cock inside her soft folds, stifling her cries with a deep kiss. "You are mine now," you say as you stroke all the way inside, sheathing yourself in her pussy. "My cute, sexy little bride."
You do not let her rest for a long time thereafter, seeding her thoroughly and repeatedly. Her round behind isn't getting any mercy either, her ass fucked just as vigorously, and all the while, you keep telling her what a good little bride she is.
She never complains.
Giving your heavily breathing bride one last kiss on the cheek, you make sure to cover her with her blanket before shadowing out of her room, using Blinkdog's power to teleport over to where you're pretty sure the anal hero's rooms should be, desummoning Blinkdog and instead summoning him once you've made sure you are unobserved and transformed back.
"You go get back to pretending to be yourself."
Ignoring his grumblings, you shoot off, returning to your little hobby of exploring the Border Fortress.