Eostia: Harem Quest Act I-Ch IV: Too Much of a Good Thing, a kuroinu: kedakaki seijo wa hakudaku ni somaru fanfic

[ - Author's Note - ]

I'm glad more interest is coming to this little story; I get a small jolt of joy seeing my email fill up with each follow and favorite on ff-dot-net and each kudos on AO3. And of course, each valued comment from both of them.

This chapter will start with our favorite goddess and god having another visitor, some info from them and then... Well...

This is going to be the most citrus heavy chapter yet. Most of it is porn-with-something-resembling-plot, but with a funny little twist to it. Let me know what you thing. Again, I can take a little, honest and constructive criticism. My biggest worry is it might be too repetitive, so if it is please warn me.

And then after that...

A hint at an arc before Prim's Birthday party. Enjoy!

[ - Act I - Chapter IV: Too Much of a Good Thing - ]

"Oh, hey guys!" Two heads turned in the celestial temple of Anncastel as a new figure walked about, walking in from the door and towards the central well. "What'cha all doin'? Hmm? Ann, you doing a Gamer thing on one of those worlds of yours?"

"Debcorra? Surprising to see you here." Benterra said as he stood and looked over to the goddess walking to them. The new goddess' blonde hair was in a set of two braided hoops behind her head with tails that drop to the back of her knees. Her dress was yellow and silken, the bottom only having a thin front and back. Her H-Cup breasts were barley held back in the halter top of the dress and bounced with each step. The position of her nipples were clear under the thin fabric. Golden heels clicked on the floor with each step. Her forearms were covered in gold and silver bracelets, a matching series of rings about her neck.

Her skin was dark, nearly chocolate in color and her eyes were purple. She smiled through red painted lips as she waved to the group, red painted nails shown off.

She was Debcorra (Deb to her friends), Goddess of Youth, Sugar and Dance. "Been awhile since I was here. Sooooo, what you guys doing?"

"Remember that plan I had?" Anncastel said looking back to the images over the well. "We're pulling it on this world, here." The images swapped to one of the cluster. The Main and Abarrent Cores were highlighted in green and red. Then one world highlighted in yellow, the one Anncastel pointed to. "It's still only just starting; we're only a few weeks in now." She said.

"Ohhhhhh yeah. Hey, can I ask you something? About the clusters?" She asked, Benterra looking right at her breasts as she moved to stand next to him, while he sat back down. "How different can worlds be in a cluster like this one?"

"Hmmm, it varies." Anncastel said, looking over her shoulder to her fellow goddess. "Usually worlds close together are identical save a handful of differences. They usually remain close otherwise, but there are things on this world that stand out compared to most of it's neighbors. As an example, on both the Main and Aberrant Cores both the high and dark elves are a female only species. Halflings on the Aberrant core are also all female."

"Oh, I'd never have guessed." Debcorra let off, nodding softly. Anncastel nodded and pointed to the world for a moment. Benterra kept sneaking looks at Debcorra as she leaned over to look at the image the well projected.

"As well, the Catalans don't exist anywhere on the Aberrant Core, but they do exist on the Main Core and in most worlds of the Core Layer." Anncastel continued. "There are other differences such as which of the Shield Princesses guard which fortress, some slight differences in history and so on. But the largest difference on this world is in Garan. In the Main Core there was only a handful of dark elves living there. On the Aberrant Core, meanwhile, the dark elves were more limited; just the queen being the only dark elf there along with her aide, the Black Citadel being made to ready her for a ritual. The Garan on this world though has a bit of a different history and has more people living there. Although..."

"Although?" Debcorra pressed, tilting her head to the side as she straightened up, setting a finger to her lips.

"Although it's not the happiest story..." Anncastel said with a sigh.

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As it turned out Albert didn't have any form of gambeson; he just dealt in metal armors. I checked the general store after Elegant Iron and came up with nothing. I think I asked the guy there where I could find some? I kind of forgot...

Either way, I knew where I had to look now; I had to find myself a tailor. And it wasn't long before I found the right shop, called the Needle Point. Walking in I could tell I was in the right place. All sorts of clothing; bulks of tunics and pants but also a section for dresses and fancier suits. But in a small section near the back was sets of gambeson, both cloth armor and mana infused leather armor. A few paintings hung on the walls, and other little decorations here and there making the place look, well, chic.

"Ah, a customer! And it's Mi'lord." I hear as a woman came out of the back. A high elf by the pointed ears, waist length blonde hair, blue eyes, C-Cup breasts and a slender body with fair skin. She was maybe five foot four or so. Her body was clad in a sky blue silk... piece of silken cloth posing as a dress. Two strings going around the torso, clasped at the front together with two cloth squares over the breasts to cover the nipples and a bit of breast. From the point the two strings came together the dress came down, backless around her hips to just barely cover her, a cut out slit down the middle to show off her belly button. There was a gold pattern in the center of it, and buttons on the outside of the caps.

Detached, white sleeves with gold diamonds along it and a purple jewel on the back of each of the hands. Matching thigh high stockings and a set of golden colored high heel shoes with a purple jewel on the tops of them. A collar was about her neck, black with a gold pattern on it with a secondary collar of gold and purple gems hanging off of it. A thin head band wrapped about her head, sky blue mostly. All in all she looked classy, if under-dressed like every other woman here in this world.

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Name: Agana Bellspring

Title: Tailor of Argon

Class: Tailor

Level: 15

Alignment: Friendly

Reputation: 55

Status: Healthy, In Need

Romance Rating: 89

Corruption Rating: 9

Known Traits

[Sensitive Ears] Even when not aroused your ears are oddly sensitive.

[?]

[Five in One Stroke] You can hit small items with a needle with uncanny accuracy. +150% accuracy when using needles.

[Eye For Men] You can tell what a man is packing, as long as you have a good enough glance at his groin.

A passionate tailor she left the elven lands to serve the tastes of human clothing needs. She loves to make fancy various outfits, sexy underwear and more. She does understand the need for cheap, durable wear for day to day use but prefers to make fancier wear. She also has a love for human men.

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A love for human men, huh? I bet she and Sora would get along like a house on fire. "Please, just call me James. No need to use such formalities when they're not needed."

"Oooh, polite and humble too. You are a catch." She let off at me flirtatiously. I managed to maintain most of my composure as she giggled to me. "Well, my name is Agana Bellspring. What can I do for you, Mi'James." She let off, smiling to me warmly. I tried not to get annoyed with her flirts and got to the point.

"I need some gambeson. Leather preferred." I told her, bluntly. She nodded and smiled, setting a finger to her chin.

"The slime thing at the bathhouse, huh?" I blinked at her, caught off guard. She grinned to me. "I heard they had a problem and after some crazy woman carried a whole damn dresser into town, well, I got curious. ... Well, a lot of people got curious." I groaned in response, pinching my nose between a thumb and a finger.

God damn it, mom!

She laughed at her response clapping her hands before her before clasping them before her chest. "Well, needless to say you're the talk of the town right now. But yes, I can see why you'd want something that a slime can't just eat off you." She spun and moved towards the armors on display and I followed her. Something seemed... off about them. "None of these are mana cured. They're display pieces, but we can talk designs." She told me, smiling. "Unlike cloth gambeson, leather gambeson needs to be fitted a little better. Whatever I make will need to be custom fitted." Ah, no mana cure; that's what felt off; I couldn't sense any sort of magic from them.

When you can appraise and imbue things, you're a bit more sensitive to that kinda thing.

"Ah, makes sense." I said, looking over the pieces. There was four sets of armor on display and I found myself drawn to one. There was four sections on the torso, designed to make movement easy. The pieces were angled upwards slightly on the front A pair of pads hung down the sides of the hips, and with one on the left had a built in pouch for small items. A pair of curved shoulder pauldrons, one layered over the other were on each shoulder. Forearm bracers, elbow pads and knee high boots with plates wrapped over the shins, top of the feet and knees were added, as well as plates for the thighs.

Each plate was leather of course, but when mana cured they'd be much, much more resilient. Not as hard as steel plate, of course, but cheaper and lighter. Under it was a set of cloth pants and a cloth shirt, not as thick as normal gambeson but still gambeson.

"That your taste Mi'James?" Agana asked as I nodded. The display was tan in color, but I needed to ask about that.

"When you make it what coloring options are there?"

"As many as you'd like! We can talk it over, of course, but I can dye the armor most any color you want." She said, smiling and she picked the display on the inner bicep, where the cloth covered it. "And of course, a layer of cloth under it to help pad blows and cover what the leather doesn't. I opened my mouth and shut it as I wondered something.

"Could the layer be mana soaked like mage robe, but still retain the thickness of a gambeson?" She blinked and looked at me like I grew a second head. "...It was a thought."

"One I never had before." She admitted to me, stroking her chin in thought. "I am... Not sure. Hmm... I think I'd like to try." I nodded to her, crossing my arms. If this worked... If I could get an armor with the physical defenses of gambeson but the magical resistances and bonuses of a mage robe...

It would be the best of two worlds. Of low grade armor, but still!

Then came the question. "What would it cost?"

"Hmm? Well, for materials and the extra for my little experiment with mage robe leather gambeson...? I'd call it... Ten gold , five silver. Another seven copper for certain dyes." I nodded. Sounded fair-ish.

"Okay. And while I have you making me armor..." She blinked looking at me once more. "I also have a party in Ur to attend in about a month and a half's time. I could use a new suit, if that's not too much on your plate."

"Ha. One and a half gold and you'll be the most dashing bastard there!" She said, patting her chest. I nodded.

"Agreed then."

"Then let's get your measurements taken. Come, to the back. Maybe we can even discuss a... discount?" Agana said, smiling coyly as she moved to the back, me following after a moment. That sort of tone would suggest a porno situation would develop, but this wasn't a true porno world.

Felt like it at times, though.

Once in the back she had me strip to my underwear and then had me stand on a spot. She had me hold my arms out as she took a cloth measuring tape and started to measure my body, scribbling down number after number. She hummed, fluttering about me a bit, giggling now and then. She measured by legs last and knelt with her face near my groin.

I just told myself she was being professional. Being professional. Being professional. Being professional.

Her hands then framed my cock as she set her hands to my groin. Damn, so much for being professional. "You knoooow..." She began rubbing me softly as I looked down to her, surprised. "Julie said you were nice and hung." She said with a giggle, making my mouth drop softly in surprise.

I would later find out that Agana learned I was hung from Julie. Who learned it, before she pulled me into that alley, from overhearing two maids that were in town. And those two maids had been talking with Riri when the subject, somehow, came up. Amazing how word gets around.

"So... About that little discount...?" She grinned as she pulled my boxers down and took hold of my cock with both of her hands, stroking as she smiled up at me. "Ever had an elf before?"

"Well... Not a high elf..." I admitted, her eyes flashing with surprise before she smiled wider. She giggled and stroked me with a hand, smirking softly.

"Well then, you're in for a treat. I want you to cum for me. In my mouth..." She said, licking my cocktip once with a grin. "In my pussy..." Another firm, shiver inducing lick. "And in my ass." I groaned out. Really? That was a new one! I shivered more as she sucked my cock into her lips, making me gasp as she pushed down my length. I could feel her tongue press up to the underside of my shaft, moving on it's own, rubbing my shaft side to side as she pushed back and forth. I groaned harder, hands resting on her head as we locked eyes, panting softly over her.

I idly wondered if this was a side effect of the Chick Magnet trait, the random one I got stuck with? Supposedly it raised all three of a woman's Romance values by twenty-five. To have sex with a woman in this world I needed their total rating at least at eighty. Assuming there's a chance for an additional, starting amount of value for each girl...

Fuck, I had a trait that could get me insta-laid almost all the time. That was kind of scary if I thought about it too long.

I tried not to think about it...

I pumped my hips a bit, panting as I stroked her hair, groaning out deeper, biting my lip gently. Thank god I had that Contraception spell; otherwise who knows how many little bastards I'd have running about?

One of Agana's hands massaged my balls, the other hold my cock at the base. I had already came five times that day, and this woman was demanding three more from me. I mean I had a chance to recover a bit from the Bathhouse Girls, but still! I groaned deeper then gasped as she pushed her lips all the way down my cock's shaft, bottoming out on my groin. I gasped out, not able to give a warning as I started to cum, but she seemed to know what was happening as she backed her head up, only the tip left in her lips as she sucked. When I came it was directly on the inside of her mouth, tongue and throat. She swallowed deeply with each pulse of my cock,moaning around it, giggling up at me through half lidded, pleased eyes.

Finally she slipped her mouth off and with a satisfied gasp smiled up at me. "Mmm... Thick and tasty. Ready for round two?" She said, licking at her lips.

I cast Minor Heal on myself.

[-]

"Huh, lucky of him to have Chick Magnet huh?" Debcorra said as she watched the elven woman undress on the screen. "I mean of all the traits he gets that one in particular."

"Well, about that..." Benterra let off, waving his hand at the image. "Here's the random traits we had lined up for the RPG-X3 System."

Debcorra blinked as she read them. And then her eyes widened further as it went down the list.

[Chick Magnet]

Almost every woman has an attraction towards you. Some can explain it, some cannot. Every female you know gains +25 to all Romance Values. There's a random chance of a Desire increase to women around you.

[Virgin Slayer]

[King of the Babes]

[Alpha Male]

[Stud]

[Stud Muffin]

[The Pornomancer]

"They're all the same thing!" Debcorra yelled out pointing to it (Having only seen a quarter of the list) as Anncastel nodded. "Why is that?" She asked as Anncastel turned to look at her.

"To counter the Nice Guy Problem." She replied. Debcorra tilted her head, blinking in confusion. "You know what my goal is with the RPG-X3 system, right?"

"To save the Kuroinu Cluster. But what does-"

"The Kuroinu Cluster, as you might know, is very sexual in nature. Even the Main Core has a sexual bent to it. Only the worlds furthest from the cores don't have that bent. Despite the preference for women there will always be a few, notable males that rise up and end up with a large amount of female attention. Even then, the women are very eager to enjoy men that catch their eye or have their affections."

"Oh?" Debcorra said blinking, tapping her chin with a finger.

"Do you think that James is the only person in that house getting around?" Anncastel said as she waved her hand. Debcorra blinked at the image, the dark half elf Sora on her knees over a male, bouncing on his cock. Another behind her, his own cock in her thick, plush bottom. He lips moved between the cocks of two other men as Anncastel licked her lips at the sight before cutting it off. "She really does love humans." She said with a giggle.

"Is this... Normal for this world?" Debcorra asked, biting her lip at the image.

"No; most people stick with only a handful of partners, and women only marry off to one guy. Most men also only marry one person. At a time, at least. Even if the option for multiple wives and concubines exist, one partner is the norm."

"So what do you mean by 'The Nice Guy Problem'?" Debcorra asked, Benterra speaking up now to answer.

"There are two kinds of Nice Guys, overall." He began. "The 'I'm A Nice Guy So You Have to Date Me And Be My Girlfriend And Put Out' Nice Guys and Actual Nice Guys." He said, sighing. "Too many think they're the second when they really are the first. Anyway, our aim was to get the Actual Nice Guys as Inserts for each world on our way to fixing the Aberrant Core. The downside is we risk getting someone who's too nice as an Insert. We can only look into a guy so much before picking them, after all."

Debcorra nodded a bit before Benterra continued. "And because we tied the RPG-X3 System into the world's natural sexuality he has to engage with women sexually to get the most out of it. So we need a way to nudge a nice guy towards the sexual when he might be reluctant to otherwise. So we make it so it's easy to get to that point of sexual contact and letting the women of the world make the approach first."

"As much as a gamer system can alter a world for the one it's on..." Anncastel began as she took over the explaination. "There's still the fact these are people we're dealing with. Not just the Insert, but people in the world are people and even under the system they all have free will. We can prod them in a direction or to take an action, but they must choose to take that action. There is no point in saving a world if it's people are robbed of the ability to choose their path; towards good or evil." Debcorra nodded sagely, crossing her arms as she hummed.

"It also helps you two are total perverts." She said cheerfully. Benterra nearly slipped as he started to sputter words from his mouth. Anncastel blushed deeper, eye brow twitching.

Neither had a good counter argument.

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Agana had taken off her dress after blowing my cock with her mouth. She sat up on a desk as I walked up to her and watched her set her heels to the edge of it, legs parted as she reached down to spread her pink, moist pussy with fingers. "Hole number two!" She said with cheer as I walked up to her. My undershirt was still on, but aside from that I was fully nude, cock still stiff although a sagging a bit. It was understandable; I had fucked four women in a row, plus their quad-blowjob plus Agna's blowjob so I was flagging a bit, but I felt confident that I could finish her off.

I just had to think of the xp. Just think of the xp.

I stepped into her and pushed my cock into the waiting, wet hole. She moaned as I was accept into her pussy, deep and smooth. It was too easy of a thrust in, like she was really loose... And then on my outstroke she clamped down hard with a force tighter then my cock had ever felt before, making me gasp in surprise. She giggled at my reaction. "Oh, I'm quite well versed in sex, I assure you." She chirped as I thrust, groaning deeply. Damn, this woman was good...

Each push in I made she loosened up, letting me bury my bone into her hole with ease. Then with each pull back she gripped down hard, making me groan out hard as it felt like her cunt just didn't want to let go. It was rather surprising, pleasant and made me groan deeper as I rammed into her. "Is this, ahh, an elven thing, or a you thing?" I asked, holding her hips firmly as I rocked into her, watching my dick plunge in and out of her..

"You can, mmm, decide for yourself." She let off, panting softly, flexing her legs with my thrusts, making me pant harder over her. She gave off her own moans and, now and then, a soft squeal so I knew she was feeling it as well. I pumped my hips, groaning as I leaned into her panting as I moved a thumb down to her clit, rubbing it firmly. She gasped out loud, jumping a bit and cumming on my cock, gasping and shivering on me. I managed to ram into her a bit longer before shooting out my ejaculate up into her. I panted harder as I pulled free of her, shuddering myself. My cock was flagging a bit as I used Minor Heal on myself once more, but I would need a moment more to get it back to full hardness.

It had been a day. And it wasn't over yet.

"Mmmm, that's good. Now, one last hole to go..." She let off, standing up as she pushed off the desk and turned around. She opened a drawer and pulled out some sort of gel. She used a pair of fingers to scoop some up before leaning over and reaching back, using the gel on her anus, making me gulp as she pushed the digits up her backdoor. It was clear she was readying herself for what was to come as my cock moved stiffen up further. Once she was done I deemed myself hard enough for what was to come as I stepped back into her as she bent over, giving me better access.

This was my first time fucking someone's ass, so I was a bit nervous and wanted to take it slow and easy to start with. In addition, well, I had come plenty of times that day already, so I needed a little more recovery time as well. I set my tip to her anus and pushed in slowly and gentle. Despite this her ass took me in with ease; clearly she'd done this a lot before and adjusted better then I did. I slowly pushed into her, groaning. It was a very different feeling in the other hole as my hands gripped her ass, rocking myself into her.

Soon I found a range and starting to pick up my rhythm, moving a bit faster as I groaned deep. It wasn't long before I was fully in her ass, deep and thrusting as she mewled under me. And then... She squeezed down on me. Again. I gasped out in surprised, jerking forwards as she giggled. "I did say it I was well versed, didn't I?"

"Yeah... You did." I let off, thrusting my hips a bit more roughly. Once more her control was amazing; she was relaxing when I pushed in, inviting me in deeper into her, and squeezed to make pulling back out tight and pleasurable. I groaned harder squeezing her ass with my hands as I shivered over her, hearing her small moans and mewls. If I wasn't so worn from earlier I'd be enjoying this more; I was just trying to push forwards to get past the finish.

I gave her a spank, making her squeal out as I rocked my hips harder, leaning over her as I reached around her, setting my fingers on one hand to her clit, my other hand cupping and squeezing a breast. She gasped loudly, panting out as I groaned over her, rolling my fingers over her clit before pushing two fingers into her sex as I tweaked her nipple. She arched her back as I pumped my hips harder, panting over her as I then rocked my fingers in and out of her., my thumb moving to find her clit once more. Finally she clenched down, quivering as she came, her backside gripping down onto me like a vice.

I lasted a moment longer before I came once more, pushing cum up into her bowels. Compared to what I output at the bathhouse this was a lot less, but I was clearly at my limits.

I never thought I'd need to grind my sexual stats, but now I was thinking about it. Hard.

As I finally finished I pulled back and panted hard, my cock softening quickly. A small trickle of cum leaked out of her ass as it started to close up slightly. I was panting hard, she was panting almost as hard and we were took a moment to recover. She finally giggled and rocked her hips side to side before standing up slowly and turned to face me.

"Soo... Nine gold total?" She asked, smiling.

"Nine's good..." I was in no mood to argue. Or state to argue.

[Fucked List]

Banged Agana Bellspring=50xp x 5 First Time Bonus=250xp
Gain 250xp Total

Achievement Unlocked: Banging on the Backdoor

Had anal sex for the first time!

Level Up!

You are now Level 7!

+1 to Dex, Acc & Mnc!

+1 to End!

+2 RSP & SSP!

+5 UTP!

Oh hey, that's nice...

I put the two regular stat points I got into Agility, and the two I got for sexual in Recovery.

I needed it...

[-]

I left Agana's with a lighter wallet, a slower gait and a need for food. After a moment I went off to the guild. I considered getting a small, non-combat job after I ate but I decided not to, just in case. I'd just go get a bite to eat and take sometime to recover. I was surprised when I walked into the place; it was a bit slow for the day. No one at the front desk and most of the tables empty of anyone. I moved to a table close to the front desk and took a seat, relaxing.

"Hey, Boss. Eating here for a change, huh?" I heard from behind me and to the side. I saw a young woman walk over to me, the waitress. "Well, good to see ya regardless."

"Oh, why's that Mona?" I replied as she set a menu on the table before me. It was a small one; some seven items. She giggled a bit, rubbing the back of her head.

"You're a tad more washed then most of the rough types who walk through here." She replied, grinning at me.

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Name: Mona Gage

Title: Barmaid of the Guild

Class: Barmaid/Juggler

Level: 6

Alignment: Friendly

Reputation: 54

Status: Healthy, Relaxed

Romance Rating: 92

Corruption Rating: 6

Known Traits

[?]

[Perfect Balance] You can walk with perfect balance; no matter the terrain, no matter the shoes worn. +5 to Dex & Agi

[Snap Shot] +10 Acc to any target within 20 feet

Daughter of a bard and performer, she learned to juggle knives, balls and other things. While she enjoyed it and liked the defense training that came with it she didn't like the idea of being an entertainer. Until she can find a better dream she's taken to waiting tables.

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Mona was wearing a white shirt, short and poofy sleeved that would show off the top of her cleavage... If it were fully buttoned. It wasn't; both top buttons were undone and her C-Cups would bounce softly as she walked about. A jumper dress that ended under the breasts was green and the only thing that kept her breasts from being seen by anyone. The dress ended a little under her ass (Standard skirt length for this world, it seemed), a short yellow apron over the front of the skirt and a dark green, thick belt about her waist. A steel pendant was on the front of her chest; an iron cross of all things. Her boots came half way up to her shins and had three inch heels.

Mona herself stood some five-eight and had short, soft brown hair with mischievous brown eyes set in a face that seemed to be naturally playful with a mouth that seemed to be set in a natural smirk. Not the 'I'm Better Then You' smirk but the 'I'm Living Life And Having Fun' smirk. It was a good smirk, in my opinion.

"To be fair, living in a manor makes bathing easier for me then others." I said, tapping the roast beef sandwich that came with a small salad and soup on the menu's list before passing it back to her. "Most people have to pay at the bathhouse or head out to the river."

"Fair, fair." She said with a shrug, patting my shoulder before walking off to the kitchen with a swing in her step. She always had that enhanced swing to her hips, as if she was saying 'look at my ass, check out my ass' with each step. I even caught her doing it when she was cleaning up in an empty hall before she noticed me. I think that was just her normal gait. She would emerge later with a mug of a juice; some sort of berry blend, and set it down in front of me before moving off to handle what other people were about waiting to order or get their meals. I gave her a thanks, of course.

As I waited I couldn't help but notice something; she bent over further when her back end was pointed to me. Anytime she was leaning over to set down food or drink for anyone, or giving and taking menus she would lean over maybe forty-five odd degrees. On the other hand if her ass was pointed to me she bent over further and further. Each time her skirt lifted up more and more from her actions. I tried to control myself, but it was hard not to look. She had a very nice ass.

The food arrived not too long after the order, so I started to eat. Say what you want, but the food was good; still not sure what sauce they used on the inside of the bread. I had gotten half way through the food as Mona was bringing a tray of food and drink to another lone patron. And then she bent over at a near ninety degree angle to drop off the food as her back was to me and...

And I barley managed to avoid reacting too much. I think I was half expecting her to flash me at that point which is how I avoided a spit take, but I didn't expect her to be going commando. Whether she started the day like that or slipped her panties off while she was in the back at some point, I didn't know. I just knew despite everything I'd done that day my cock was responding and trying to snake down my pant leg, although weaker then usual. I had come eight times and fucked five women that day, and it still managed to stiffen up. I swear, if it wasn't the fact the women in this world were so eager I'd be mortified.

But still, I had a full view of her pussy and I could see a brown bush there as well; not on the sides but over the top of her sex. Although from my point of view it was hanging under her. She looked over her shoulder to me as she stood and gave me a 'look'. A sultry sort and as she turned to walk to the back her eyes looked onto mine and I heard her giggle as she passed my table.

I finished my meal while she was in the back, adjusted my pants as best I could and moved to stand up when Mona returned and moved up to me. I idly noted another barmaid moving to deal with orders, likely having just arrived.

I had a feeling.

"Hey, my good lord." Mona said, smiling up at me as she grabbed my arm in one hand. "I need a little hand with something before I go on my break. Give a girl a hand?"

I sighed. I knew were this was going.

[-]

I was right.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck... That's it, you're fucking me so deep!" Mona let off, moaning (Ha ha) under me as I rammed into her. She took me to a storage room; mostly boxes and crates of odd stuff. No food, but just gear the guild would sell; nothing great but enough to get a newbie started. Mona was laying on her back on a crate, a cheap blanket tossed over it. I was standing, ramming into her; her skirt was up, my pants open and her shirt was pulled down so I could grab both breasts. Thankfully I had recovered a fair bit from before. Even so my dick was starting to feel a bit sore as I rammed into her.

"Fuck me, Mi'lord... This is wonderful!" She let off, her arms around my neck as I moaned into her neck. "Second biggest dick in town!"

How does she know that!? Why does she know that!?

Part of me wondered who was bigger, but I put it out of my mind. I had other things to deal with. I panted as I leaned in, kissing at her ear as I plowed down into her, her legs wrapped about my hips as I worked myself into her. I was ramming into her, I wasn't being gentle but I wasn't being rough either. I was keeping a good pace as I worked her pussy over, enjoying the feel. Well, as much as I could with a sore dick.

"Yes, yes, fuck me like the slut I am! Give me the dick, give it to me!"

I wouldn't mind if she was a bit less... Vocal about it.

"Yeah, yeah, shoot that fucking baby cream into me!" She let off, moaning up into my chest as she curled in a bit as she pulled on my hips with her legs as we fucked. She was the first to cum as she squealed, her insides gripping me down roughly. I managed to thrust a couple more times, but finally I pressed in hard as my balls squeezed down and fired off a load into her.

My ninth load was a bit larger then my eighth. That was mostly because I had some time to recover since then, but still. She relaxed her legs as she let me go as I stepped back. My cock flagged, shivering a bit.

"He he... last time I had a guy give that look he'd been busy." She said. I could only groan in response. Sadly, she was right.

Six women! I'd fucked six women in one day! "Something like that." Oh well. At least I could go home and do some work on Prim's gift.

"Ahem." Or so I thought. "Mona. James."

Two heads turned; mine and Mona's. Kara was there, arms crossed under her modest bust, softly tapping her foot to the floor. I knew I gave a look of shock and surprise and Mona looked as if she'd gone white. "We'll talk later Mona. If you want a job tomorrow then get back to the tables." She said sternly. Mona practically bolted out to the door, fixing her clothing as she went. If she moved any faster there would be a dust trail. Kara's eyes moved to follow Mona's body without turning her head until she passed her and then they snapped back to me as she walked over to me with a soft huff. "As for you! This isn't behavior we expect of guild members! You will take your punishment!"

I must have given her a very nervous look. This wasn't good...

At least my dick would get a break...

[-]

The Training Room of Fortress Ur

Prim sipped at her tea, seated at the small table as she watched on at the current match. Wooden weapon clashing with another. One one side, Alicia. On the other, Carmen. The two had sparred for most of the past two hours, and the match tended to favor Alicia each and every time. Thus far their score was fourteen to one. Carmen was improving; before she couldn't get closing to winning even one match. Finally Prim tore her eyes away and moved them on to the open book propped up to make it easier to read. It was titled 'The Understanding of the Uses of Mana and the Arcane' by the Grand Magus Gregory Aeracull. It was a bit too dry for her tastes, but it was educational.

After all while she couldn't fight like either of the two other women in the room she could use magic as her weapon. And it was through magic that she could help everyone around her.

"Ugh!" Prim didn't need to look up to know the score was now fifteen to one. She smiled a bit more as she kept reading, at least until she heard two sets of footsteps coming towards her. She paused her reading to reach over and set a finger on the teapot. Soon the tip had a soft bit of steam coming out as she channeled mana into the attached spell stone. She took a moment to pour two more cups as she was joined at the table.

The yard was a surprisingly good place to read and relax for Prim. The room was well furnished with the needs for melee training, but it boasted a large set of windows that let in the light and had a great view of the garden and it's masses of flowers. It also let her spend time with Carmen and, when she was around, Alicia. Said blonde would be leaving in the morning, at least until some time before her birthday party. The two had always been like siblings, so Prim was always happy to have her around. And if Alicia was her sister then Carmen was her best friend. "Worked off your energy, girls?" She asked as the two sat down, Carmen moving to sip her tea right away, Alicia adding a bit of cream and honey to hers.

"Something like that." Alicia said as she blew softly on her tea before sipping at it. Despite the hours of sparring the girl partook in she looked fresh and at ease, not panting a bit. Aside from a thin sheen of sweat she looked like she hadn't been doing a thing. By contrast Carmen had a small bruise on the side of the hip, another on the opposite shoulder and was audibly panting. "Carmen's improving a bit each day."

"Ah, I thank you for the complement." Carmen let off, sipping her tea, eager to get liquid into her system, regardless of the temperature. She was covered in sweat and the front of her outfit was soaked in the salty secretion. "But it seems I'm still quite some ways from, ha, matching the likes of you." Prim smiled and stood, moving to a shelf and taking a towel, giggling as she returned and started to wipe her bodyguard's skin of sweat.

"If you sweat any more there will be a puddle under you, Carmen." Prim said, wiping her face and forehead first then down to her chest.

"You don't need to do all this, Mi'lady." Carmen said, but her smile didn't falter as her skin was wiped at. Prim giggled and didn't stop, kneeling down moving to her legs.

"Oh, it's fine, Carmen. You do so much for me, let me do a small thing for you."

"You've done more for me then I can repay, Prim." Prim giggled at Carmen's response, but didn't stop until she was done. Alicia could only smile and shake her head. That was Prim for you, in her opinion. She would do a nice thing because she could, and no other reason. Prim folded the towel and set it aside before returning to her seat, sipping her own tea, smiling to her bodyguard and Alicia. Carmen giggled as she shook her head, had another sip before speaking. "Anyway. I know one person coming to your party you're eager to see, but anyone else?"

"Hmmm?" Prim said in a moment of thought. "Well, the other Shield Princesses of course. We all work together, but it would be nice to relax together. Oh, Count Rigald as well. It'll be the first time seeing him since his accident."

"Yeah, it's good to hear he's doing well now." Alicia chirped, nodding softly. Count Fredrick Rigald was hunting off horseback with friends when something spooked the horse and it ended up bucking him off onto the road, landing roughly on his side and breaking both his arm and leg. She didn't see the injuries herself, but it took a while to get a healer to him.

"Duchess Mignite as well, should be coming. She's-" Prim words cut off as the door to the room opened, Halbert stepping inside with his usual stride, cane in hand. The mood of Alicia and Carmen visibly dampened when they saw the man. Prim was the only one visibly unaffected by his presence in the room. "Yes, Halbert?" She asked as he stopped before the table. He slipped a letter out of a pocket from the inside of his jacket.

"High Queen Celestine has sent a letter to you. I'm unsure of the letter's context, but the messenger that sent it was quite casual. I doubt it's terribly urgent, but you shouldn't dawdle on the reading of it." He stated simply. Prim nodded and opened the seal on the letter as Halbert turned to look at Carmen, a sneer hitting his face. "And you should look more presentable." He let off before turning to walk off.

"Halbert, mind your manners." Prim said firmly as the man left, shutting the door behind him. "Honestly..." She sighed out.

"That man is so uptight, he must shit lumps of coal." Alicia quipped, eliciting a laugh from Carmen. "I'm not sure how you deal with him..." She told Carmen, looking at the darker skinned woman who giggled back.

"It was worse when I was a maid..." Carmen let off, sighing as she shook her head. "He's a hardass with everyone. These days though I tell him I report to Lady Prim only and if he has an issue with me he can report to her."

"Needless to say I just tell him to stop harassing everyone." Prim added with a soft smile. "Really though, I think he needs a good woman. Someone to calm him down."

"Good luck. With that." Alicia let off, snorting. "I think it would take a team of ten women to fuck the tightness out of him."

"To be fair, pleasing that many women at once would be an accomplishment." Carmen added after a moment, tapping her chin. "A man able to please that many women would be quite virile."

"If a man was that able in bed he'd need a half dozen wives at least to please him." Alicia added before looking to Prim with a teasing smile. "Better hope James is just a little virile, eh?"

"Alicia!" Prim let off, the other women laughing softly as she blushed. "Humfph. If that's the case I'll have the two of you join me and I'll watch him rut you both into the ground!"

"With pleasure!" Carmen let off, still giggling.

Prim sighed, shaking her head at the pair's antics. 'Well, I'm sure he's virile, but James can control himself well enough. And even if he couldn't, or the situation was out of his hands he'd be able to handle a few girls.' She thought to herself with a blush. 'He's so cool, I bet he could unleash his seed a hundred times in a day without feeling tired or sore!'

[-]

What did I say about my dick getting a break?

I was wrong...

So wrong...

"Yes... Take your, ahhh... Take your, ahh, punishment like a man!" Kara let off, panting over me. I was now on my back where Mona was previously with Kara on my groin, bouncing wildly and roughly as she pinned my shoulders down with her hands. Her panties under the skirt were pulled aside and the top of her outfit pulled to the sides to expose her small chest. She was determined to 'punish' me with her pussy.

Sad thing was, it was working. My cock was much more sore now as it was pushed towards orgasm number ten for that day. Yes, number ten. Not to mention having just done Mona a moment ago. How long was it since the bathhouse, a couple hours at most?

There is such a concept as too much of a good thing, you know!?

She was squatting down as she bounced and she was, to but it bluntly, being very aggressive about her fucking. I was groaning with a pain/pleasure mix under her as I shuddered from her assault. She also had a scary look on her face; wide eyed, tongue out and staring right at me, panting over me. Her small breasts rocked up and down quickly as she worked on my cock, fast and hard; her pelvis slapped down onto me hard and rough. It was like a hard slap on my pelvis with her ass and pussy each and every time.

Worse, she was very tight. Tightest girl I'd done so far. This might sound like it would be a good thing, but at this point with such a sore dick it was anything but.

"Yeah, you're gonna cum in me and like it!" Kara let off, moaning in a very slutty manner over me as my hands held her hips, unable to do much else.

"N-never knew you had this, ahh, side of you..." I let off, groaning under her. She giggled and smirked down to me.

"He he he, when you lack, ahh, huge tits like some girls have, ahh, you make up for it somehow..." She said teasing me. Despite my best efforts to last peak number ten hit and I started to shoot up into her. I didn't have as much to shoot up given my day so far and as I shuddered under her I collapsed onto the blanket covered crate as I felt her cum as well, quivering over me. Oh thank God it was over...

"He he he..." She let off and I say her draw in mana and cast... a healing spell on herself. Right. Former priest...

Uh-oh...

"You're not done yet..." She said in a sing song voice, grinning as she started to work her hips once more.

Oh fuck, I was gonna die! To snu-snu!

My poor dick!

[-]

Two More Orgasms Later...

"Ahhhhh, that hit the spot..." Kara let off as she adjusted her panties then her uniform. She took a moment to stretch her back out, a couple cracks being heard from her spine. "Ahhh, I went a little overboard I think... Oh well, I rarely have the chance to do this... He he, that was good..." She let off turning back to me. "Don't be afraid to ask me for another round when you can... get it up once more. If what Mona said was right, you had a bit of a day. See you next time you're looking for work!"

I weakly waved before she skipped away. I was still laying there, fluids (Hers and mine) covering my groin. My soft cock laid on the side of my pelvis; as if admitting defeat and knocked out by a prize fighter. I was panting there trying to recover.

[Fucked List]

Banged Kara Greenbay=75xp x 5 First Time Bonus=375xp
Banged Mona Gage=75xp x 5 First Time Bonus=375xp
Multi Girl Bonus=10 x 2 Girls=20xp
Gain 770xp Total

Achievement Unlocked: A Dozen Glazings
You came 12 times in one day! What a Champ!

My dick hurt. Like, really hurt. I'm not sure I could get it back up if I wanted it to. It took another ten minutes for me to stand up and clean up enough to not look... Well, not look like I dumped a gallon and a half of cum into seven different women that day. Three casts of Minor Heal later and I finally limped back into the town and out of the guild. I sighed and started to walk back to the Manor. I think it was time to call it a day...

[-]

I finally got home some hours later and by then any limp I had was gone. I went to my room, napped for an hour, woke up and went back to work on the gift. After some trial and error I had everything sorted out. To finish things off I'd need to do another thing, but it could wait. My cock wasn't hurting anymore either! I thought about what I should do after that. More grinding Combat Arts?

No, I was still wiped.

Learning some new, useful spells would be nice as well; could be handy later.

No, I wasn't sure how well I could focus.

Really, I still felt kinda worn. Maybe I should just sleep until dinner?

Annnnnd then the door opened and shut. I blinked and looked to the door to see Miria there, pulling her clothes off. "Uuuuh, Miria? What are you-"

"Heat. Itch. Need scratch." She let off, rushing to me once she was nude. Her sex was dripping wet already, so it was hard to say she wasn't feeling it, but still!

"Ah, I've been kinda, well, ended up with-"

"I can smell it." She admitted, grabbing me and pulling me to the bed. "But I need it and there's no one else I can trust for this."

I sighed. Maybe I could have refused Agana and Mona (Really, I should have... Although, well, xp...) but a Miria in need was something I had to take care of. "You're on top, take it slow."

"You're the best, Bro!" She said cheerfully.

Here we go again...

[-]

Somewhere in Argon's Market District

"Hup!" Riri let off, tossing the sack of flour onto the wagon. Another maid, Carrie was nodding and taking notes. In contrast to Riri, Carrie was a human, some five foot six and with short blonde hair, a set of glasses over her green eyes. Her body was petite with small, barley noticeable breasts. "Whew. That's that." All sorts of foods were on the wagon; flour, sugar, meats, fruits, vegetables and more. Carrie nodded, finishing double checking her list before walking to grab the reins of the horse attached to the wagon, leading it away.

"I have to say, I'm glad to have the muscle to get all this stuff moved." Carrie said as Riri moved in step with her on the other side of the horse. "I'm not built for this rougher work, sadly."

"It's fine, it's fine." Riri said, hands moving to the back of her head, smiling to her fellow maid. "Hey, most of the adventurers are outta town at the moment; do you know why?" She asked, looking to Carrie who tapped her chin with her free hand, pausing the horse to let a small caravan pass before them on the crossroad in town.

"Hmm, well, I've heard that there was a lot of Aberrant that cropped up in Ferra. Goblins as you'd expect, but a heavy amount of orcs too. Maybe ogres too, I dunno." She said, Riri nodding at the response.

Ferra was a county to Mungale's south and southeast. Like Mungale it was behind Elddale which was on the Garan boarder. She didn't know how they kept getting beyond Elddale, but imagined it was the size of the boarders overall that caused issues. She shrugged. "Well, explains why most of them are out of town." Dangerous as dealing with Aberrant could be it paid well to do so, so many adventurer's would chase after such rumors for a better payday.

"I'm sure most will return soon enough. In the meantime those that stay will benefit as well, like our lord." Riri nodded at Carrie's words as that was true; with fewer people taking jobs those who stayed would snap them up with less competition, James included.

It wouldn't be long until the two started on their way out of town and back to the manor.

Neither saw the black clad man clutch a small jewel in his hand and dart down an alleyway. He would return to a black horse and then ride off, leaving the city and heading east by northeast.

[-]

"Fuck yeah..." Miria let off as I groaned under her. Unlike what Kara had done, Miria had been going slow and gentle, meaning my dick wasn't being punished like before. The slower, more gentle pace was what I really needed right now.

Her hands stroked my thighs as I laid on my back on the bed; only in my undershirt. Miria was fully nude, her tail swishing over my chest. She was riding me, facing away and I had a nice, good view of her firm back end. My hands rested on her ass, squeezing softly as I helped her rock down onto my lap, groaning softly under her. My dick was still a little sore, but it was easy enough to ignore this time. "Fuck, that's a great view..." I let off. She giggled and shook her hips side to side a little before resuming her pace.

"Oh yeah... Mmmm..." She let off, licking her lips as she looked over her shoulder to me. "So, how many girls have you ended up banging before me today?" She asked, curious as she rocked her hips slowly. I groaned as my hands squeezed down, a moan coming from her in response.

"You're number eight." I told her, panting softly. She gave me a surprised look; eyebrows rising up high. If they went higher they'd be off her head.

"Wow, you little stud! Girls are tossing themselves at your feet like that? Is every girl in town a slut?" I chuckled, giving her ass a swat with my palm.

"That does include you, you know?" I replied. She blushed but shrugged in response.

"Mmmm, fuck, I guess it does, huh?" She said, giggling a bit more as she picked up her pace. It still wasn't hard or fast, but it was a little more intense. I groaned under her, shivering a bit. "Well, we all have faults." She quipped, groaning as she worked her hips, her ass clapping to my pelvis each time she came down. I groaned as well.

"Well, I'll take it as a, ahh, positive then at times." I replied, biting my lip. Despite how sore my dick had been from all the fuckings I gave that day, this still felt great; snug and warm without being overly tight or overly rough. She sat up a bit more before rocking herself a bit faster, her moans picking up in tone. She was getting close, as was I. I hoped it'd be the last bit of sex I'd get that day.

Fuck, I wouldn't mind if it was the last that week at this point.

Finally she shuddered, giving a low, deep mewl as her insides gripped down, milking my cock for it's load. As I climaxed under her my cock was more then happy to give her what little it had left, shooting what it could into her.

And that's thirteen times I came that day... Miria gave a relieved smiled as I laid back and groaned out, making her giggle. She slipped off me as she stood up off the bed. She smiled and stretched. "Well, you really earned a nap, I think. Sorry about being so, ah, demanding..."

"It's fine." I replied sitting up, tossing my feet off the bed. "But yeah, I might be taking that nap soon; least until dinner happens." I said as she giggled, watching her move to her clothing, watching her pull it on.

"Yeah, I'm just glad I have someone around to help me with this shit. Doing it myself takes way longer." She said. Once she was dressed she blew me a kiss and left with one last thank you.

I fell back onto my bed. "Jeeze, what a day..." I let off.

[-]

After dinner I had went back to my room, stripped down to my underwear and fell onto my bed. I sighed as I wondered how dealing with eight women was more tiring then a hundred slimes and change.

Something, something, unflattering stereotype of women, something, something.

I sighed as a loud knock sounded on my door. I sat up and looked to the door. "Yes?" I called out. The door opened and Riri slipped in. I blinked as she walked up to me and I watched her climb onto my bed sitting up on her knees... And extended her arms to me. I chuckled and pulled her into my arms and laid back. I'm not sure how, but it was clear Riri knew I had a bit of a day and came to offer herself in comfort. In a non-sexual way.

We didn't have sex that night clearly, she just cuddled into me as I stroked her back and hair idly. I needed a bit of that right now as I finally fell asleep.

What would I do without my little maid?

[-]

Some Days Later
A Castle Outside of Walrien,
Capital City of the County of Elddale

A black clad rider guided his black colored horse to the luxurious castle outside of Walrien. He wore a dark red, leather gambeson under a black long coat, black boots on each foot. His pants were a deep gray and on his head was a blood red headband, tied behind his head with ends long enough to reach the mid back, slightly ratted on the tips. At six foot even his stubble covered face, colored the same as his matted, black hair which framed both his face and eyes, reaching the bottom of his neck. A deep scar ran down over his right eye. Said eye was replaced with a small, red spell stone which returned sight to that eye, colored not unlike his natural eye.

And said spell stone eye had a few other features.

Set to his back was a folded crossbow; an expensive one but well worth the price. A short sword was set to each hip and the inside of his jacket was lined with throwing knives; he was clearly well equipped to fight if the need came.

Mind, he was the type to end the fight the same second it started, preferably before his target knew the fight was there.

The guards at the outer wall waved him through into the castle grounds proper. The outer walls were white washed, but the rich castle before him was painted a rich red with gold edges on the windows and gates. The castle was four stories tall as well as wide and powerful looking, a proper defensive bastion bested only by the Seven Fortresses of the Shield Alliance. Like many of the castles near the border of Garan it boasted a keep built into it's center; a massive, square tower that loomed over the outer walls with four ballistae at the top; one pointed in each direction.

It was early in the evening now and he could see the castle's maids moving about from task to task, each wearing an imported uniform. Each one wore a tiny, miniskirt sized white apron around their hips over a black, high on the hips thong. Detached, black sleeves ending in bridal gauntlets were on each arm with puffed ends at the biceps. A typical headdress, white with a black band, was on their heads. Their breasts were covered by a second apron attached to the maid via the collar, hanging just barely low enough to cover the breasts, exposing the sides and bottoms of them. A large, black bow was over the front with a jewel set to a brass backing in the center. The color marked the maid's job; green for gardening, blue for cleaning and house care, red for cooking, white for administrative tasks and yellow for minding guests.

While not seen, under each apron top, around the neck was a thick, leather collar with spells imbued to ensure discipline, punishment and compliance. Each and every maid on the manor grounds was a slave and 'full use' for any and everyone who was a guest there. The castle was owned by the local lord, Count Arnold Von Blitzhaus and staying there was a friend and guest of the man, a connoisseur of slaves and their training.

And the rider's employer.

Most of the maids had some look to their face; dead-eyed stares, resigned looks, smoldering anger, dark despair, hopelessness and more. None had given him an ounce of trouble, of course. He dismounted and let one of the maids, a petite one with icy blue hair and sad gray eyes, take his horse, watching her ass as she walked away, giving a long wolf whistle followed by a chuckle as she moved quicker to exit his presence. He preferred his women willing, but pussy was pussy. And there were a lot of fine examples on display at this castle.

He turned and walked to the front gate, the guards opening it wide for him. He traveled into the halls, covered in expensive carpets, rare paintings, one-of-a-kind vases and art pieces and more. Finally he reached a sitting room and knocked twice.

"Enter." He heard as he stepped inside, looking over the room and who was in it. The sitting room had large, vibrant windows with rich, royal blue curtains covering them. Heavy, oak shelving with books on them ranging from best sellers to rare antiques and useful tomes of knowledge. Rich, patterned rugs laid on the floor with equally rich, carved tables resting on them. There were three other people present there.

The first was a huge, dark skinned man. He wore sturdy, splinted mail; an armor made of segmented plates covered in a green fabric, a matching helm hanging off one hip. His face was coated in scars and nicks and his nose and face were oddly flat, as if his own mother had slammed a board into his face since he was born each day. He had a strong chin and steely gaze. A heavy, black painted axe was strapped to his back. Under the collar of his armor was another slave collar, but different from what the maids wore. He watched the table with a glare as he stood next to it with his heavy, thick arms crossed. At six foot nine the man was a true titan in human form, and he answered to the name Wesland Chained, a slave since the tender age or four.

The second was a seated woman clad in splinted mail of her own; but of a different style; it looked lighter and easier to move in but less sturdy and was colored ash black. Under some plating was a dark gray set of tight pants. Black, knee high greaves on each foot. Her gauntlets were off her hands, elbow length and black, resting on the table to the side of it. A black helm joined it. Around her neck was a yellow scarf, adding a splash of color. Her hair was red, cropped boyishly short. A thin scar split over her fair colored face, starting from over her right eye, down over the bridge of her nose and along her left cheek. Despite this she looked beautiful, the scar only adding to her physical charm. At six foot one she was also a very tall woman, with heavy, D-Cup breasts. He'd seen her without the armor once too.

You could grate cheese on those abs.

Finally she leaned forwards in her seat, picking a black, silver trimmed rook from the board built into the table and sliding it down the squares. It threatened her foe's queen, he noted but if said queen, white with golden trim, moved to take it she could claim it with a bishop the following turn. He didn't know what her real name was, she was known only as Lady Blackjack; a solider for hire for good coin, usually the coin of slavers.

Her spear leaned against another nearby table; it boasted a black shaft and had a long, dagger point with a a pair of hooks rolling back to point downwards; perfect for hooking and pulling on a foe. He knew she also carried a bullwhip with her as a secondary weapon.

Her opponent frowned in thought. He was the employer (Or in Wesland's case, owner) of those in the room and guest to Count Blitzhaus. He wore black pants, held up with a thin brown belt and tucked into polished, black boots. A cream colored shirt covered his torso, a black Jacob's collar around his neck. On the side of the table opposite of the gauntlets and helm rested a wooden cane, a horn shaped handle on the top. On the back of his chair hung his long coat, colored a rich red and trimmed with gold with a white handkerchief tucked into it's front left pocket.

The man himself was aged; sixty years or more at least, a gaunt face covered in wrinkles. A mustache with slight handlebars matched the goatee on his chin, and his long, silver hair, tied back and held in a short pony tail. His eyes, slanted with age, held still sharp brown eyes in them. This man came from a land just south of Eostia and the Seven Shields Alliance. A land that still used and advocated slavery, despite pressure form all other nations to end it. He was a merchant of no small means, and no small coffers, a longtime ally to House Blitzhaus and even godfather to the count's brother.

His name was Sir John Mandeville.

"You're back, eh Brendon?" Blackjack said as she watched her boss move a bishop back to block the rook. She frowned and set a hand to her chin in thought.

"Mr. Lightstep, have you confirmed my reports?" The rich man asked the mercenary with the spell stone eye. He nodded and pulled out a small gem. It was a clear crystal set into a base with three legs. He set it down and used it. "Replay." Most non-mages couldn't use such devices, but this one was given simple, basic programming. It wasn't much, but it was something.

No enchanter had figured out how to make it do more then record and replay however. Even the recordings could only last so long; they had yet to figure out how to make it stop on command.

As it played it showed a flat screen of two maids in Argon walking along. The view focused on the smaller one, the black haired halfling. "There she is. One of the two that got away."

"Didn't get that far, did she?" Blackjack quipped. Brendon huffed in response.

"She got far enough, it seems. Ya bought six slaves, and all of them got stolen from ya." He said, looking to his boss. "I imagine the fact she's working in a manor hid her from us until now." Mandeville huffed softly. "What about the other other one we never got back? That dark elf, or half dark elf or whatever?"

"Fled to Garan, that one." He groaned out. He moved another piece to answer Blackjack's attempt to claim a knight. "Bah! Second time that rascal slipped though my fingers. Oh well, Chole will not evade me forever. As for Riri..." He let off, chuckling. He moved his queen in answer to Blackjack's next move, setting her king in check as she drew in a sharp breath. "We'll simply go back and reclaim her."

"You think it'll be that easy?" Blackjack said, frowning as she took her time, pondering her next action. "Mungale has banned slavery in all forms. And I doubt the Baron would easily surrender his maid."

"Not to mention-" Brendon added before anyone else could speak up. "Their head maid is reportedly some kinda dark elf; serving the family for closing on to a hundred years now." He said, moving to sit down in a free chair, leaning back into it. "I managed to see their son working in the guild, and even had the halfling take some stuff back to the manor once for him. I think the halfling is his personal maid, or at least a favored one of his."

"Humph. That damned boy." Mandeville let off, neatly moving a knight to counter Blackjack's attempts at saving her king, pressing it onto the board firmer then needed making a clack on impact. "I'd bet my last slave that he had something to do with the breakout that day. That little, rotten bastard." He sneered as he looked to the board. "I bet that cucked little runt doesn't know what a pussy feels like or how to handle a bitch in bed. Wouldn't know how to tame a child, let along a woman!"

'Not so sure I can say that...' Brendon thought to himself. Before he finally spotted the target he'd heard a rumor about something happening with the young lord at the bathhouse with the four owners.

The four female owners.

"Even so, the whole damn family is said to be softhearted about a sob story. Took in a cat bitch mongrel as their daughter of all things." Blackjack added, moving her queen to try and save her king. "Even if their son wasn't involved in that, it's fair to say they won't give her up if you ask nicely."

"Oh, that's fine. We'll ask nicely first after all, it's common courtesy, and all that." He said smoothly. Finally he moved his bishop in and took his foe's queen, smirking. "When they of course refuse, well, we are in legal right to reclaim lost property... However needed." Wesland stiffened at the comment but remained silent, clutching at his own arms tighter. "Between the three of you and my little retinue of guards and hired hands, I'd say we'll have very little trouble of reclaiming our property from Mungale."

"If I can ask, Sir." Brendon let off, thumb reaching up to scratch his chin. "Why are you going through so much dang trouble for this one, half-runt girl? That dark elf slut I can understand; she was your toy for decades, but you only ever saw the half-runt the day you bought her and she was gone the next while you made preparations to claim her." After all, smuggling a slave from Elddale down south through Ur and Geofu wasn't easy, let along smuggling an uncooperative slave. "Fuck, if I was in your shoes, I'd have written the half-runt off and asked for my money back."

"True, true. But it's the principle of the thing." His boss said cheerfully. "I bought her to break. To train. To mold into what I want her to be. It's not a profession to me, it's a passion. And in that girl, oohhhh, Mr. Lightstep... There is so... Much... Potential to unlock in that little slut. So far to push her, to teach her what her place is, where her place is. Even now I can see her, on her knees before me, glaring at me in defiance as day by day by day I work her over until she finally becomes my little toy." He moved his queen in after Blackjack's next move grinning. "And for that chance to do what I set out to do, the wait will be worth it."

Blackjack sighed as she set a finger on her own king, knocking it over with a flick and conceding defeat. "So, when they say no..." She said, crossing her arms under her bust, annoyed at her loss as she leaned back in her seat. "What's the plan, exactly?"

The man let off a chuckle and leaned in, arms resting on the table. "I'm so glad you asked. Let's discuss the details."

Chuckling once more he began to explain to those around him his plan. Brendon and Blackjack questioned parts of it and those parts were either explained clearer or altered. Wesland said nothing for the whole thing, shifting in discomfort as he held back a shiver. Over the course of the talk details were smoothed out and problems worked out.

An hour later Brendon left the room and wandered along the castle's halls, seeking. Finally he saw his target; that icy blue haired maid from before. He just strode up to her and smacked her ass firmly, squeezing it roughly and leaned in to whisper into her ear, telling her she was coming to his room that night.

He'd make sure she wouldn't leave until the morning. He also made a note to apologize to the Count later for how he was going to be using his maid.

He was going to leave some hand prints on that pert ass, after all. And maybe her breasts too, if he was in that mood. He chuckled to himself.

Life as a slave hunter was good as could be. And he'd enjoy every damned minute of it that he could.

He wondered if the boss would give him a turn with the half-runt...

[ - Author's Note - ]

Whew. That took longer to make then I expected.

If I'm right this should put the story over one hundred thousand words total. That's a lot of effort so far, more then I expected to put in. And we're just starting.

I had planned for our hero to be a little sexed out by the end of it all. Guess he'll need to get those sexual stats a little higher. Stamina in particular. And recovery. And capacity. And everything else.

As always, comment on what you liked, liked less and what your overall thoughts are, especially since one of the villains of Kuroinu has made his appearance.

~~Eostian Scribe