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According to Mage Voice, the first and most important step to getting a personal apprentice is to isolate them from all influences save your own. Sounds crazy manipulative, but Lili doesn't even know what a positive influence looks like, so do as the Romans do I guess.
So after culling the monster populations, I took the Pallum with me to the headquarters of the Soma Familia, and my new ability to perceive the Shyish made it perfectly clear that a lot of people have died here.
Extremely recently, as well.
"... Lili, how many members of your Familia are still alive?" The Supporter, who finally stopped trying to play me with her act, grimaced.
"Hopefully none, but realistically… a couple hundred?" Oh fuck.
While Soma's Familia is filled with the scum of the earth, the people literally no one else would take for varying reasons, that also means it is single handedly the biggest Familia in Orario.
Granted it's also one of the weakest despite its size, lacking anyone stronger than Level Two (Says the Death Mage who could murder anyone who didn't have Magic Resistance), but still. That's a lot of shady motherfuckers to just turn up dead.
Which was expected, considering the Purple Wind was slamming into my senses like a truck into the nearest Japanese High Schooler, but fuck this was going to have consequences.
"Well… hopefully this means you have way more bargaining power." And I was for sure getting her out of this place before she got murdered for association or something stupid like that.
"Y'know which room is Soma's?'
"No." Oh that's a lot of baggage stuffed into two letters. Again, she's perfect for Curse Magic.
"Welp, give me a second." Gods don't produce the Purple Wind, and he's probably still in here, so I just need to find the one thing here that doesn't reek of decay and what once was.
But that didn't matter, considering the wine cellar/brewery was the first place we looked, and there was Soma watching over his wine. Uncaring of the numerous dead lingering around his grounds (Out of sight, so some of the Familia must have survived to move the corpses. Not that it seems he's aware of it) he was still working on his wine. I could practically hear Lili's teeth cracking as she looked at her soon-to-be ex-God.
"Soma." He hummed and looked over at us from the corner of his eye, more focused on the aging grape juice than the strange people in his room. "I want you to remove Lili from your Familia."
"Her?" He questioned with a look at the Pallum, not even aware that was her name. I nodded. "If she can survive a drink of my wine, and request to leave of her own free will, I will let her leave."
Oh right, I vaguely remember that scene. In normal people terms, he basically wanted to drug her to the point of being completely addicted to the shit only he makes, then ask her immediately afterwards if she wants another hit.
"How about, instead you remove her from your Familia and I don't destroy your entire brewery with a single spell." My words rang true, and Soma flinched before turning quickly over to us and taking hurried steps.
"Alright, I will. Lili, lift the back of your shirt-"
"What?" The words fell from her mouth with the weight of a guillotine, and both Soma and I looked towards the completely apoplectic Supporter as she stared wide-eyed at Soma. "That's it? A threat to your brewery is all it took to leave?"
Hm. I'm not sure where this is going, but who am I to interrupt Lili pouring her fucking heart out?
"Listen, Lili-"
"You don't get to call me that." She spat out venomously, the God flinching back in surprise. "My name is Liliruca Arde, and from the moment I was born I've been a slave to your Familia! I was drugged by that fucking wine you're so obsessed with and forced to work every day like my life depended on it just for a sip! When I couldn't, and I finally found my head again, I worked myself to the fucking bone in the Dungeon with Adventurers just so I could buy my way out!
"And you're telling me, that all I had to do to cut myself out, was to say I'd knock over a fucking vat of half-finished wine?"
"They are not vats-" Grabbing the near-feral woman by the shoulder, I yanked her back with a stern warning.
"Oi, no killing Gods, I'm not fighting all of Orario for an apprentice who can't even use Domain Expansion." The reprimand seemed to fall on deaf ears as she gave Soma a look so murderous and bloodthirsty even a monster would hesitate to fight her. "Listen Lili, how about we get him to remove you from the Familia, and you get to hurry up and never see this place or these people ever again. That sound good?"
The Pallum full-body twitched in anger, before slowly nodding, never taking her eyes of the target of her unending hatred.
… Again, she's perfect.
There's only one thing that could make it better.
"Alright, come on and get it over with." Soma eyed Lili like a rabid dog straining its leash as he stepped over to us-
And the second he'd gotten close enough, the midget's foot was so deep in his pelvis that he was now biologically an innie as the Divine Being shrieked with the force of a thousand castrated birds.
… it's enough to make a man cry. Thank you, Anubis and Bast, for blessing me with the perfect successor.
"... Y'know, this might be a bit late, but do you even want to join my party?" I asked as we walked through the city, chatting as the sun slowly fell beneath the horizon and dyed the sky in it's last fiery hues.
"Considering the magic contract you tricked me into signing that'll steal my soul if I break it, does that even matter?"
"First, you signed it because you thought I was either an idiot or talking out of my ass so you really tricked yourself. Second, yeah. Even if you are the perfect successor to my Curses, I'm not going to take the choice from you. Freedom is sweet, and I will single handedly murder anyone who tries to deny that."
The Supporter gave me a side look at my words, but it seems she's learned to take her teacher's words seriously. "Besides… all of that, you promised that you'd help me get revenge on this place. You aren't escaping that easily."
A breath escaped me in an instant as I looked over at the particularly short, petite woman. "Lil's-"
"Don't call me that."
"- I love revenge and hatred as much as the next guy, moreso even, and I'd happily help you get revenge on the people who wronged you. 'Cept I'm guessing most of them were in your Familia, and are therefore probably dead." She visibly perked up at the reminder of the death of all who had wronged her, practically hopping into the following steps.
"Oh, they're so dead." She chirped happily, and a dry chuckle escaped me in a moment before I refocused.
"Yeah, so you've gotta give me something more concrete than revenge if you want my help. 'Cause I'd rather not start murdering every Adventurer in Orario, because I know some of them. Hell, I even like a couple, so try and come up with a goal."
"I'm going to surpass the King." I stopped dead in my tracks as I heard those words. Craning my neck, I turned to the Pallum with dead eyes begging for her to continue. "For my entire life, I'd been looked down on and taken advantage of. Sometimes it was because I was a Pallum, other times it was because I'm a woman, but it all came down to being weak."
She spat it out like the most vile curse, as if the taste of the word would kill her if it lingered even a second longer.
"I… I won't be weak anymore. I won't sit back and let every look down on me anymore. So what if I'm a Pallum?! So what if I'm not strong or fast like a beastman, or magically talented like an Elf, or as adaptive as a human?! I'll beat them all, kick them into the dirt, and see how they feel about being the weakling writhing in the dirt!"
… I looked at Liliruca Arde, the Supporter. The trademark l- uh, midget- from the anime who got saved and immediately became part of the harem. Who, apparently, was so astronomically weak that she decided it was safer to work as a Supporter to get the fuck out of this work.
The woman standing before me and telling the world itself she was going to get strong and kick everyone who's ever tried to look down on her in the dick.
I smiled widely, before laughing out loud into the night sky. "Perfect! Absolutely fucking magnificent!"
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I laughed even as I shook off the horrific thing that the Celestial Grimoire has just offered me, too absolutely elated by the ambition of one Liliruca Arde to give a shit.
"That wish fucking rules! From now on, we're pursuing that goal with everything we got! I swear on the good name of the Goddess Anubis that as long as you keep that burning, hateful ambition alive we will live to see the day you get to spit on these bastards from on high!"
God I am so fucking hyped right now!
Not enough to not notice the various people who had been watching us all this time, but still I'm already so proud of her!
"Ah- thank you, but I kinda need… a Falna to accomplish any of that." I opened my mouth to immediately offer a place with my Goddess, only to pause and reconsider.
Would she take Lili? I mean, she seems pretty fucking cool from over here, but her recruitment process is more grabbing the soul and performing a Batman-esque "Now Talk".
And, while I love Bast, she is a warrior so I doubt she'd accept a prospect who lacks both the strength and the discipline she looks for in her Familia. Considering I'm pretty undisciplined, it wouldn't prevent her from liking Lili, but both Goddesses are extremely picky on their members.
"... If my Goddess doesn't take you, I know a goddess who is as sweet as milk and honey." Oh sweet bosom of Anubis, why the fuck did I say that, I just gave myself Danganronpa 2 flashbacks.
Fucking Nagato.
"She'll definitely accept you… if Anubis doesn't steal you first." I smirk, noting that one of the various people stalking me was breaking off, clearly losing patience with the entire grocery run I've forced them to watch. "Anyway, I think we should split up for now, I think someone wants to talk with me."
I didn't even need to explain, Lili perfectly understood the implications of the statement as she nodded and rushed off into a more public setting to get lost in the march of Adventurers still leaving the Dungeon.
So, this is how Jiraiya felt when he got jumped, huh? Pretty shit, but deep in my chest I know I can take him.
I continued walking away from the rest of the crowd, not wanting to drag a bunch of bystanders into the mess I was about to either make or clean up through liberal application of magic. While I continued my walk into an isolated space, I focused on the various people following me.
The Purple Wind blew strongly off their forms, coiled around them in an extremely telling manner. After all, everyone gives minute amounts of the Purple Wind as they age, due to the fact their bodies become worse slowly over time. It was like… a slow yet steady timer, ticking down as their life dragged on.
But the Falna made that process much slower and weaker compared to an unblessed person- which wasn't unique considering elves barely give off any due to eternal youth or whatever the fuck.
So these people, with Shyish clinging to them like fog on the earth, were murderers. People who've killed people, as the Purple Wind doesn't recognize them as alive in the first place.
And even then, that wasn't the only thing I sensed. Though, judging by the fact one of them had jumped ahead and in front of me, I won't have time to sift through all of that.
"Hey there, pal." Oooh I already don't like him. The weirdo standing in front of me was, in a word, the edgiest looking motherfucker I'd seen since I got to Orario.
Long greasy hair clung to his scalp, red eyes glared at me as sharp teeth grit themselves in a poor imitation of a smile. He wore a black leather jacket, long pants, and his hand was clenched so tightly around his sword's hilt that I assumed he was trying to pop it like a balloon.
Either the hand or the hilt, but I wouldn't put both past him.
"Don't call me pal, the fuck do you want?" I wanted to at least start actually explaining magic to Lili before this, but I could practically see what would happen if we both took too long with this.
He clicked his tongue and spat out his reply. "That Cursed Sword you have. Hand it over now." I blinked, not expected that considering I don't have a cursed sword.
"Bro, I don't have a cursed sword."
"Liar!" He cried out, pointing at me with his free hand, the other still glued to the undrawn blade. "We saw you slay that Infant Dragon during Monsterphilia! We felt that curse you used, and we all know that there isn't a single Level One capable of doing anything like that. We also saw the disappearing sword, and we know that bitch you serve-"
The only reason I allowed him to continue existing was that not all of them were in range.
"- Can't afford her own base, let alone a Grimoire, so hand over the sword or we finish the job Sekhmet couldn't."
My Villainous Aura came alive on it's own, responded in my stead, and the dead man spat onto the ground in disgust before drawing his blade.
The beautiful blade that drew the entirety of my attention, to the point I couldn't so much as glance at anything other than the dazzling steel as it shimmered in the fading sunlight. But all my other senses still worked, and despite everything I could feel the curse on the blade in front of me.
Ah, Curse of Hyperfocus and Tunnel-Vision. When the blade is drawn anyone looking at it is caught under its hypnotic effect. The downside is that the wielder is also guaranteed to be hit by the effect, so while it has a chance not to effect the opponent it will always affect the user.
I couldn't turn my head away from the blade, even as the various other members of the group that had hired Sekhmet rushed me from my essentially defenseless position. They moved fearlessly as at this point every spot was a blindspot to me. It was a great tactic, one I would doubtlessly use to slay my foes as well, but there was one single downside.
I didn't need to see them to put my hands together.
"Stop." For the second time, my Mind burned into existence and wrenched everything around me into place as the Ritual began.
"Inversion of Inner and Outer." My Villainous Aura, already awakened from my rage, leaped from my person and instead formed the limits of the spell.
"Magnifying the unrequited." The now-unfamiliar sensation of the organ in my chest seizing as mass amounts of Mind now being squeezed from it like a sponge in the hands of a god.
"Living portrait of eternal malice." Unknowable cruelties flickered through my mind as every negative emotion I had was immeasurably enhanced for the specific purpose of inflicting as much misery on them as possible. I smiled at the thought.
"Allow me to grant you all the curse you so desired. Domain Expansion: Night Parade of A Thousand Demons."
For a split second I was made aware of the seven people within this barrier, and the nine Cursed Tools they all wielded including the one I couldn't stop staring at despite everything.
But after that moment, all at once, they all collapsed under the weight of a superior curse and shattered. A dark chuckle tumbled from my lips, the sight of their weapons shattered without warning amusing on so many levels.
Naturally, fight or flight kicked in for the six that had used the bitch as bait, while said pussyhole stood stockstill at the power of my Domain.
None of them made it more than five steps before collapsing under their own weight. They'd all clearly watched the last time I'd used my Domain, and knew that there was a range limit on the effects.
Unfortunately for them, my stats, my perks, and my experience with Curses have made that Domain look like a toddler's arts and crafts project in comparison to what I wield here and now. The curses I use were far stronger thanks to the spell using so much more Mind than before, due to the fact I have more to give.
The effects had gotten far more powerful and sadistic, given the fact the bitch was currently rotting like a corpse despite being very alive at the moment. The others were experiencing various curses that were based on the properties of Shyish, or just devastating combinations of my curses.
At a glance, two had been hit with various weakness enhancing curses to the point their legs exploded into gore when they had tried to move. One's eyes and eardrums had burst, and she was currently writhing in agony on the ground as her sense of pain was rapidly enhancing, and I expected her to eventually stop moving when her heart either burst or failed.
And the last three… had various parts of their bodies aged to the point of being completely crippled. One's skeleton had deteriorated to the point the armor he wore crushed his shoulders and various bones when he tried to move them, one's muscles had decayed to the point he just couldn't hold himself up anymore, and the last's…
His mind had deteriorated to the point he was a vegetable, and in the time it took the girl's heart to stop he'd effectively suffocated due to his brain no longer sending the signals to breath to his lungs.
I didn't move from where I stood. I waited until their bodies gave out under the power of Night Parade.
I wanted them to suffer slowly, and the Domain gave me exactly what I wanted. So I took the free gift, knowing I could interrogate them all once they'd died.
Ignoring the smell of blood and the croaking sobs from those still alive, I reached into my pocket and took a bit from my jerky, and enjoyed the sounds of their cries like I would a YouTube video as I ate.
400 points banked.
Lore - Linguistic Talent - Danmachi (100 points)
Roll Success! Purchased! 300 points remaining.
[Linguistic Talent]There are many types of language existed in this world. This grants supernatural insight and comprehension at learning new languages as this allows you to learn dead or magical languages with just hearing someone talking in that language over a prolonged time or staring at an inscribed word for a long time. Potentially you can even create your own language to prevent others from reading your notes.
"Hm. Neat."
After meeting up with Lili to tell her I was still alive, we agreed to split up and meet again the day after tomorrow, I walked back home.
I could have teleported right inside with the waypoints I'd gotten, but… I wanted to clear my head a bit. Because I killed more people today, and for some fucking reason it keeps getting stuck in my damn craw.
No, it's not some reason. I… Orario is a place where if you're too weak you get trampled on and used by the people above you. If you're too strong, the people around you will do everything in their power to kick you into the dirt.
It's a hyper-competitive environment with our lives on the line, and I've faced more danger fighting people than any fucking monster. I hate being forced into doing anything, and being in a world where you're forced to kill to see tomorrow- not because of inherent danger or anything I've done wrong, but just because everyone wants more than they have and refuse to get it themselves!
I rubbed at my temples, hating this world just a little bit more than when I woke up this morning. Fuck, Lili's ambitions sound better by the minute- strength is the only safety I have here, so I'll just become the strongest there is and drag anyone who harms what's mine into Gehenna.
A bell's chime rang out as I opened the door to Blessed Balms, and the two goddesses-
"Nubi? The hell are you doing down here?" Bast and Anubis were sitting at one of the tables, now turned my way as I dropped a bag of valis from my victims today.
"Chatting with Bast. You killed someone again." It wasn't a question, and apparently not the start of a conversation given that she immediately got off her chair and pulled me in for a hug. And while I was a surprisingly prideful person, squish was squish so I hugged her back.
Hands firmly above her waist, because even I have standards.
"What happened?" Bast asked me, concern clear even as I turned towards her, the dark-skinned Goddess turning with me in her successful attempts to comfort me.
"After dealing with Sekhmet, I assume she made the objective decision to kill everyone who's ever hired her rather than confess to her crimes." A low grumble came from the goddess, ears standing in aggravated attention. "So Orario's underworld is kind of exploding, so the guys who actually hired her to kill me decided to do it themselves."
Golden eyes flashed dangerously. "So she decided to kill everyone except the people who wanted to kill you?" I blinked.
"... Pussy ass bitch couldn't even do the job herself." I muttered angrily, though the animal-eared women around me obviously heard it. "Anyway, apparently they had seen me cast Night Parade and thought it was a cursed sword or something, so they wanted to kill me for it. Luckily, they were a bunch of greedy assholes and didn't tell anyone else about my 'magic sword', so that's kind of solved."
"So they just wanted your power for themselves…" The warrior Goddess muttered, putting a hand in front of her chin in thought.
"Oh, no, they were part of the black market and wanted to sell the sword." I added. "Well, before Sekhmet's assault- then they just wanted a way to defend themselves until shit died down." Bast nodded at the information, before giving me a pointed look.
"What do you plan on doing about them?" I stopped for a second, needlessly hesitating before recognizing that it was Bast and she'd understand.
"If there's too many people left in their homebase, I'm going to destroy it and everyone inside." Because those chucklefucks were so incompetent that they obviously got found out by the rest of their Familia, and soon a bunch of fuckers are gonna head my way for the shit I got. A part of me was giddy at the opportunity to try out another 'new' spell, because magic fucking rules and trying not to throw arcane firepower at everything that moves was like holding in a sneeze. The rest of me really fucking hated this place.
Fuck, I'd take Worm at this point- at least they have fast food.
Bast's… pupils dilated for a second, before she clapped her hands together. "Welp, better get to bed early then, since you're gonna have a busy two days."
I blinked as my boner switched to the non-murderous variety in an instant. I nodded, and dragged Anubis with me into a shower.
When I wake up tomorrow morning, all this sexual tension will finally get a payoff.
My eyes flew open and locked onto the twin pools of spun gold hovering above mine, giving off a faint light that showed the extremely erotic smile on the woman's face.
"Good morning…" A low purr filled the air as she spoke, leaning down towards me as her soft chest pressed into my bare one (fucking hate sleeping in clothes, especially when air conditioning hasn't been invented yet).
A snap of my fingers and a weak, skeletal Mage Hand was formed out of the meager bits of Shyish I naturally generate, and it reached over into the hidden spot I keep my phone. The hand unlocked the device and pointed it in my direction.
12:01 AM.
… Is it weird that the yandere levels of desperation are only making me harder?
"Oh? And I thought you were excited when you were asleep." She smiled teasingly as my erection poked into her stomach from where she… prowled above me. Prowl was used to describe this, because it wasn't quite straddling me but I was still being covered by her form.
As a man, I'd usually be a pile of gibberish at this point, but with my heightened cognitive abilities, I am now capable of not making a fool of myself on the precipice of Everything.
"I love you."
… Tzeentch you fucking cuck I'll drag myself into your fucking universe just to kill you-
The unmistakable sensation of soft flesh on my own made it completely obvious how quickly her nipples hardened at my words.
- Nevermind, you get to live another day.
"I- uh, well-" Well, words have failed us both at this point, so I let my actions speak for me and silenced her words with my lips against hers.
What words could possibly describe the sensation of kissing a literal, straight up Divine Being?
Our tongues naturally coiled together in a tangled dance, writhing in passion while I dragged her closer to me to feel her naked body against my own. I duly realized I was still wearing boxers, and Mage Hand did me a favor and ripped that fucking shit off of me with an audible rip.
My free hand grabbed the back of her head, fingers tangling into her dark hair as we dragged ourselves against each other like beasts. My already occupied hand was, naturally, digging into the fleshy ass that had been taunting me for more than a month.
As an author, degenerate, and Ass Man all at once, I want you to know I could write scriptures on the sensations of this fucking ASS (all caps were necessary and non-negotiable). The tension and bounciness as I squeezed and smacked it, the way it shook and swayed in my grasp to entice me, the fucking feeling that danced in my fingertips and in my palm.
But the best part, and I cannot believe I would admit this even in my own fucking head, was that it was hers.
400 points banked.
Illusion - Character Song - Mermaid Melody Pichi Pichi Pitch (50 points)
Roll Success! Purchased! 350 points remaining.
[ Character Song] You get your own special song! For 50 PPP, you just get an instrumental tune. In either case, you can make the song play around you whenever you wish; you can choose whether or not other people can hear it. This purchase may mix with other perks and the like; for instance, you could use your theme as a song for Jumper Pearl Voice, and your own song will be included in an AMV featuring clips of you for the Multimedia Set.
Ignoring that shit that was definitely less important than right here and right now, my Moth Voice helpfully reminded me that I needed to continue breathing.
So, unfortunately, I pulled back out of the kiss and felt my traitorous body huff in oxygen while I focused on the gasps of the warrior goddess above me as our eyes met passionately in the darkness of the early morning.
"... did… you?" She asked, and I immediately understood what she was getting at.
"Did'ya?" I puffed out quickly, returning to taking in the oxygen my bitch-made lungs needed to continue keeping me alive.
"... loved… it." My ego grew three sizes at that.
"Sa…me…"
We stared at each other, the only sound available to us being the sound of our breathing and the creaking of the bed beneath us, and without a single word we understood exactly what was being done next.
The cat goddess spun around from my face with surprising speed, and I had to catch her by the waist so she didn't throw herself off of the bed entirely, and suddenly I was looking right between her thighs. Milk chocolate skin led into light pink lips that wept with her arousal, and I discovered my mouth was drier than a desert.
I pressed my lips on her inner thigh, luxuriating in the sudden twitch of her leg at the sensation, silently confirming that yes she did like that. Abusing the fuck out of Dexterity, the ultimate sex stat, I let my fingers trail teasingling along her waist and sides as I slowly kissed my way up her inner leg and to the prize-
A sudden hiss of pleasure caught me off guard as a tongue swirled around the head of my cock, a tantalizing mix of soft, warm, wet, and coarse that made my legs quiver. If I could see her face, I knew without a doubt it would be the smuggest expression I'd ever seen as she raised the stakes.
… bet.
I placed a kiss directly on her wet cunt, before catching one of her lips between my own and gently sucking on her delicate flesh. Her legs immediately wrapped around my head and pulled my mouth directly to her core and left me no room to move- not that I wanted to escape the world's sexiest bear trap.
Feeling her breath on my shaft, I gripped her by the hips and moved her closer to my face just as hot, wet lips began kissing up and down the side of my shaft before she began to suckle while running up and down the sides. Burning pleasure raced up my spine, and I decided to fight fire with fire.
My tongue danced in her lower mouth, gliding teasingly along every fold while my hands mauled the ass above me, tasting the proof of her pleasure as I snaked my way in and out while seeking out every 'good spot' I could find.
Thank you, Dexterity.
Muffled moans came through past the shapely thighs I was currently being ensnared in, and Bast took great offense to being sent to the backfoot. I assume so, since she had pulled my legs apart and placed my dick in her mouth to worship it with her tongue, while her hand played with my balls.
Now, personally, I never understood why people liked the whole 'she played with my balls while she sucked my cock' thing before. I have now been enlightened to the sudden, gentle caresses and the sudden jolts of pleasure having my balls juggled can bring. Sasagua, Bast-sama.
My tongue, for the first time, lashed out and lapped at the adorable pink bean we called the Christmas- the Christian- the clit.
The moan that followed trembled down my dick and straight into my spine, making me shudder in pleasure, inadvertently giving away a weak point that I hadn't expected. With divine grace, she swallowed my cock like water until her nose was pressed against my balls, and I gasped into her soaking cunt as the sensations hit me all at once.
Her throat was oh so wet and hot, the undulation of her neck around me all but forced me to thrust my hips up further into her face, doing my best to reshape her throat for my pleasure out of pure instinct.
But before I could begin to adapt to the heavenly feeling, the constant flexing of her throat to force me to shoot straight into her stomach, she did the one thing I wasn't expecting; she purred.
Purring. A constant vibration coming from the rapid, rhythmic back and forth motion of the vocal cords as they crash together, creating a droning sound that echoes from their entire body.
So, obviously, the sensation of the tight hole I was quite literally balls deep in turning into the world's strongest vibrating fleshlight caught me extremely off guard- to the point I needed to bite on my lip hard enough to draw blood to keep myself from cumming on the fucking spot.
Thank Anubis for Scales of the Dragon.
Still… this bitch things she can use this technique against me? I've been writing porn about catgirls purring during deepthroats for years, you dare use my own technique against me?
Focusing more on victory than on the rocking pleasure that made my body literally tremble as it fought off the inevitable orgasm for the sake of my pride alone, I wrapped my lips around her itty bitty clitty, and gave her a taste of her own medicine.
Y'see, in my elementary school, everyone had to take a Music Class where we all played the recorder. An instrument that fucking requires the ability to vibrate your lips so fast it shook your throat.
So, with her most sensitive spot gently in my grasp… I blew.
"Aaah!" I heard as her legs automatically tightened to the point it would crush the skull of any non-blessed mortal while her pussy made it's best attempt at drowning me given the spray of cum that came with the surprise orgasm.
Victory assured, I gave up every bit of fight in me, and let my orgasm chase after hers. White, hot cum sprayed out of me and straight down her throat as my eyes flickered skyward in pleasure. My every muscle clenched and moved without any input, which was why I continued thrusting into her throat mid-orgasm, fingers digging sharply into her flesh as every bit of angst and stress just shot out of me.
After what felt like hours of spraying into the Goddess' throat, my body finally relaxed and fell back under my control. I lifted Bast up by her waist, her legs coming loose as she was lifted overhead, and I got to take in some air that didn't taste of her cum.
… 6/10, not enough Goddess Juice.
Turning her over, and not panicking due to being more than capable of feeling her breathing normally with our 'proximity', I looked at her in her golden eyes. I smirked up at her flushed, sleepy face.
"I win." A pleased yet competitive smile formed on Bast's face.
"Congrats, you won round one." A purr, equal parts seductive and threatening came out of her, and I narrowed my eyes at her.
"Okay, you may not yet know the depths of depravity I can go to-"
"Bitch, Imma go spelunking in there."
"- But know it is very surprising that I am about to ask that we save it for a reasonable hour." Bast… pouted needily at my words, and I narrowed my eyes at her. "... You're still coming, aren't you?"
"Yuuuup." She popped the 'p', before giggling in a way that was very much at odds with the Tomgirl I know and just finished fucking. "Technically have fertility as a domain, and even though I can't have kittens," She felt my not-yet softening shaft throb at the thought of breeding that which cannot be bred. "I still get some benefits, so orgasms from people I love are long as fuck."
450 points banked.
Destruction - A Weapon of Shadow - Legend of Zelda: Four Swords Adventure (200 points)
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[ A Weapon of Shadow]Similar to the Trident that Ganon pilfered from the great pyramid, this weapon will be capable of channeling any magic that you can cast through it with one additional benefit. It can also store magical unused energy of yours that would normally go to waste, acting as a battery of sorts. If lost it can be summoned back to your hand, and it would take quite a bit to break... such as a strike from some mystical (or other serious) weapon or ability. Normal weapons would not even be able to scratch it's surface, making it quite handy as a villain's main weapon of choice. It's form may take the shape of a Spear, but if you prefer it to be a different weapon you may choose it's form and function. Such a form can only be reset at the start of each successive jump.
I twisted Bast out of the way as a sword appeared blade-first out of the air, and I quickly snatched it by the hilt. I examined it, which was sort of difficult given it was completely pitch black- both the sword and the room we were in- but when I did I sighed.
"Of course it's a pitch-black katana with a glowing red hilt. Why wouldn't it be exactly that?" I sighed, only to come alive when I felt my dick get grabbed by a still randy Bast. "Really?"
"Watching you act like a warrior makes me wet." I gave her a dull look, pointedly ignoring the stiffening erection in her hands. "See? Don't be lame and go to bed after one shot."
Oh, and there's the energy.
Because fuck sleep, there's only four hours 'till sunrise.
A/N: Longest chapter and I cut the smut in half. Truly, I am pure evil.
It has been a while since I wrote someone getting down and dirty, so… hope it wasn't too bad.
In more relevant news, I hope I got Lili's shit and the SI's second usage of Night Parade right. For the latter, I wanted to emphasize that even if he can't actually train it, it is getting exponentially stronger as he learns more curses and/or learns other magic he can use for inspiration.
For the former, I'm going with the interpretation that the SI's influence is… different than what Bell's would do- both in her mindset and her goals from hereon.
Thank you for reading, Peace.
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[ Scarred Path]Limitations are just barriers to be conquered. Every misery that is thrown down in your path is a step to rise even higher, to use the flaws that cripple your body to enhance your magic ever further. You find that when your body suffers and parts are lost to you, your magic will soon compensate, providing not only additional talent in a related field of magecraft to whatever part of you has been crippled but a sudden breakthrough to effectively replace it. The loss of your sight may result in developing a sudden breakthrough in clairvoyant spells or magecraft that allows for ESP that not only replaces your lost sight but may outright surpass it. A mangled arm may provide the inspiration to greatly increase your level of skill with telekinetic magecraft or some other kinetic field, allowing you to manipulate things from afar with natural ease and immense force, seemingly costing little energy to do so. It takes time, weeks or even months, for these talents to bloom but once they do, they will remain even if you regain what you originally lost.
SI: … On one hand, I don't like what it says about me that a power that makes me stronger the more crippled I become is perfect for me. On the other hand, this shit is fucking perfect for me! I can practically taste the Binding Vows- in exchange for losing my whatever, increase everything I will have by the time it is healed. Hell, we have fucking potions for this express purpose- the only issue would be dealing with the disabilities until I get some good shit.
Fuck…