POV: Irene Belserion
About five months have passed since Irene had parted ways with her beloved husband (clone) and his growing party in the Citadel of Roa. Her flight over toward the northern region of the continent was barely a five-minute trip as she soon found herself at her destination, the Magic City of Sharia. Upon stepping foot across the clean cobbled stones of the city, Irene took her time to examine and observe the labors of the Ranoa, Neris, and Basherant Kingdom when creating the city and by extension the school the further their pursuits of magical research. Irene did have to give the city some praise, they were certainly a step above in aesthetic compared to the Asura Kingdom's Citadel of Roa.
Magic tools, wands, staves, alchemical ingredients, tomes, magic crystals, and a variety of other inventory that wasn't too overpriced made the city bearable. If not for the fact that the mages here were actively researching the secrets of their world's magicks, then Irene would have simply decided not to come here in the first place. The magic tools were quite standard and seemed too expensive in Irene's eyes, but she supposed that was due to her higher standards of once being one of the Spriggan 12 for the Alvarez Kingdom.
What seemed to be groundbreaking magitech here was little more than just mundane fixtures in Earth-land. Which was exactly why Irene choosing to exploit this by gathering the necessary materials from the shops and putting together a prototype called the Communication Spheres. The devise was straightforward and based off the Communications Lacrima Crystals from her home world, two magical crystal balls were linked together and by activating one with your reserves of mana, you're able to pull up visual image of the other side and engage in conversation.
When Irene entered the academy to register, she unveiled her work to the staff, which led to her getting a meeting with Georg, the Academy's principal and Wind King classed magician. Talking with the short man was a bit of a chore since he tended to go off on long winded tangents, but the talk of business and securing herself a place in the Magic Guild did make it less sufferable.
With the promise of further researching and developing the Communication Spheres and using her enchantment magic on the dead follicles of the once bald principal to give him gorgeous locks of hair, Irene had officially (and shamelessly) earned herself a place as a Special Student in the academy without even having to spend a single asura gold coin.
With attendance guaranteed and only having to bother attending one homeroom class a month, Irene soon got to work on studying the nature of the world's mana and how to use its magic without the need of requesting to use [Added Potential] from the Company to integrate it into herself.
Which is why she fell on an old tedious form of enchantment that she used to practice as a child: Magic Circle. It was always a dreary task of inscribing the correct runes and functions into a magic circle to execute the spell that it was crafted for. However, it did yield her results and with centuries worth of knowledge on the subject along with being familiar with the languages/writings of this world, she could already say that the hard part was already done.
Still, she did need the expertise and opinions of a master of the craft from this world since the procedures could be different and so she decided to enlist the help of the Magic Circle Specialist, Professor Sorayvias. When it came to magical circle research, the woman was quite the expert and blabbed about her department's findings for hours. Irene found her optimism quite an achievement due to how draining and meticulous magical circle creation tends to be. She was quite insistent on searching for a new student to take up her research and so Irene decided to humor the woman and took part in the activities of her research group along with juggling her other project that was promised to the mage guild.
First, she had been able to learn about proper magic circle formation and inscribing them onto carved magical stones so as to create earrings that can act as portable communication devices. The mage guild ate the new invention right up and had offered her quite the sum to purchase the rights to mass-produce her creation.
And it would be the last invention that they took to liking either since they were most keen on developing blueprints that she had for creating a functioning sewage system (toilets were nonexistent in this world which was a crime in Irene's eyes), supplementation of an expanded network across areas of a city or a town through carved trenches in the streets and near buildings for the limited Snow Melting Furnace magic tool, and the schematics for the very first magical vehicle (a simple two wheel motorcycle).
The last one was a work in progress due to how the Magitech machinery was still too ahead of what the city's artisans and blacksmiths were capable of creating, but Irene knew she had the time to get it done by the end of her first year here.
She had made great strides with her magic circle research thanks to accidentally stumbling onto quite the find in her new home. Irene had refused to sleep in the cramped dorms and chose to search for a house in the city itself. She still possessed the funds that would have gone towards her tuition, which wasn't needed anymore due to becoming a special student, so she chose the best house with the best character.
And that house was a "haunted" house. It actually wasn't but the tale of a home that was cursed with spirits that slaughtered each new resident that crossed into its territory did excite Irene. For half the price, the owner allowed her to purchase the place should she exorcise the spirit. Sadly, there was no exorcism to be had since the perpetrator was but a simple doll that was programmed with a complex array of magic circles to "observe", "stalk", and "assassinate" any intruders on the premise.
Subduing the automata was drearily simple but at least she had a new home for her and her beloved to enjoy in this world. She created a few enchanted servants to renovate, clean and guard the home in her absence when she was away.
Talks of her new home aside, Irene's reclamation of the doll had left her with questions regarding its origins. The house was nice but not anywhere close to matching the opulence that their Demiplane's mansion possessed. No documents or books were leftover to reveal anything about the past owner who resided there and left the doll. Prof. Sorayvias, who basically stuck to the doll like glue, explained to Irene about how convoluted the matrices for the magic circles were and how unheard of such a method was before just now.
Which really called into question…who originally made a doll that surpassed what this generation's professional mages could muster without it ever making it out into the light of day. Yes, the doll killing anyone that came across it might have contributed to it, but Irene's point still stood.
Well, either way, Irene managed to learn all she could about the layering of magic circles to apply them to her own little side project. She lacked the ability to use this world's mana and thus manipulate it into magic, buuuut…she could accumulate the mana in her body, albeit involuntarily.
Her husband's explanation of the world's relationship with mana was helpful in that simply breathing, eating, or being in areas filled with high concentrations of mana would allow one to absorb it into their bodies. No matter if you couldn't absorb the mana, it will still circulate through your body and if you didn't possess an ability to keep you healthy and free of any and all diseases (Body Defense), then you'd be inflicted with the Drain Syndrome disease.
Now Irene's body was the perfect container for mana to reside in before releasing it through the etched portable magical circle on her arms. She chose to name them "Glyphs" as a subspecies of magical circles that can be engraved onto the body and erased through applying a certain amount of mana over a specific inscription of runes. Each glyph allowed the user to essentially cast a spell with essentially no Incantations whatsoever.
When Irene had made this distinction clear, she was immediately bombarded with offers from the Mage's Guild, requests from the teaching staff to write a thesis on glyphs, be politely threatened by her fellow students to be given them, and even be recommended as a potential candidate as Student Council president. To say that she became the talk of the school was an exaggeration, but she couldn't call her project a success and release it out, at least not yet.
The glyphs could only cast with the limited amount of mana that an individual possesses. Irene holds no problem due to her unique stature, but the rest of the mundane mages didn't share her privilege. If they were to activate a glyph with a Saint level spell inscribed into it when an Intermediate spell is their limit, then death from mana exhaustion was definitely assured.
Which is why Irene decided to tamper with a new form of glyph, one that can absorb and store a select amount of mana before they could use the glyph to refill their mana or use the stored mana for the spell of their choice. It certainly proved to be possible when she spent a day developing and testing it, but she needed to make it usable for the common folk of this world.
Her standard for mana regeneration and storage may accidentally be fatal for the others as the glyph could accidentally inflict the user with Drain Syndrome disease.
Which is why Irene had posted a request down at the Adventurer's Guild for any willing magicians to be screened and tested to be a subject for the new glyph's experimentation.
She had tried to push for experimentation through the school since there were a LOT of prospective individuals who can use magic, but for the first time since she's gotten there, the Academy's principal put his foot down and denied her request. Irene had debated against revealing the dangers of the experiment but decided that hiding the truth was beneath her. The experimental risks would weed out the cowardly and bring unto her worthy candidates.
And that was when fate finally bestowed upon her a few exceptional participants for the trial with one of them sticking out like a sore thumb.
One was a healer who follows the teachings of the Milis Church, and the daughter of the city's priest.
The next one was the daughter of a well-known company owner who deals in coats, furs, and garments that are highly sought after in the upper echelons of the Ranoa Kingdom's nobility.
Lastly, the final candidate was an accomplished B-ranked adventurer.
Of all the candidates that she screened and tested, only the last one proved to be intriguing for Irene when compared to the others.
Why do you ask? Well, that would be because the individual in question was a demon, possessed blue hair, blue eyes, and possessed the appearance of a child.
This was one of the priority capture targets that Michael had wanted to collect for the Company.
"Roxy Migurdia."
"Oh! How marvelous~! Young Roxy was one of the few bright students that were snatched away from me by Professor Jinas." Sorayvias pouted. "She showed so much promise in forging magic circles, yet she got away from it before we could embark on reviving it's full relevance to the world. You've made the right choice, Miss Belserion."
Hearing the praise from her colleague, Irene's interests in her future sister-wife grew until the day that she requested their gathering at her home. The enchanted servants prepared the living room for the next portion of the screening. The three candidates came together at once, tipping Irene off that each of them were at least acquainted with one another. It took them a while to relax in her presence as she had tested their mettle to see if they'd crumple under her aura's weight.
They did struggle, but they did faint or retreat so they partially gained her stamp of approval. Their answers were…at least palatable.
"I wish…I wish to expand my mana reserves and further my studies into the art of healing. My goals for this is to broaden the spectrum that those of the Demon Race Expulsion are willing to allow their healing to. The beast races and the elves have long since proved their innocence by turning on Laplace during the second human-demon war, and it is only fair that we at least provide our services to them." Elphie, the daughter of the Milis Priest, wholeheartedly regaled to Irene.
It was a commendable goal to drive her to come, especially when it must clash with the ideals spouted and enforced by the city's Milis church's refusal to heal beastfolk and elves. This issue may have even caused the poor girl to butt heads with her father.
"I'm close to my fourth year and I still haven't gone above the Intermediate rank for all of my spells. The drop off rate for those who can't even go to the advanced rank is drawing near, and I lack the mana reserves to meet the requirement on time. Yeah, papa wants me to take over his company line, but that's such a pain. I-I actually want to become a mage and a full-fledged adventurer with experience under my before even thinking about commanding a store. So there, I want to use your work to better my own gains."
"L-Lanletta, you can be just a little tactful you know."
"Shut up, Roxy, she asked, didn't she?"
Irene had to give it to the blonde and plump girl, Lanletta. At least she had the gall to speak so bluntly to her. A lie would have gotten her kicked out of her home immediately. Also, her situation with not meeting the Advanced rank by herself could help implement Glyphs for other students seeking to advance their training in magic through the school.
Perhaps as an optional supplement?
"I-I love magic. Ever since my master taught and showed me the inklings of it when I was little-."
"You still are."
"Shut up, Lanletta!" Roxy hissed at her friend/roommate before coughing to compose herself. "As I was saying…I want to keep growing. I've tried to learn more about Voiceless Incantations but at best, you can only find biographies of people who know how to do it. Right now, I'm at a crossroads for what path I want to choose. I've seen Prof. Jinas perform Saint level water magic and it was marvelous, but I don't have enough mana nor the equipment to pull off the feat. The magic staff that I'm working on still needs the water type magic stone to help with that, but even then…the spell would lack it's polish. That's why I want to cover all of my bases and ensure that my mana reserves are above adequate to fulfill my goal. So please, Miss Abbot, I request to take part in your experiment and see if I can move past the wall before me." Roxy deeply bowed her head.
…Well that certainly was long winded, but…the girl's passion for magic was commendable, plus she was still a target to be captured for her husband, so…
"Fine. I suppose you three pass the screening." Irene sighed as she took a long sip of her tea. "I will speak with Sorayvias tomorrow and discuss how to integrate our meetings with your schedules. The real test to prove you three's mettle will be with how you juggle school life, adventuring, and this side project of mine. The schedules for my experiment are inviolable and any requests to further make them flexible to your convenience will be a swift dismissal. Am I understood?"
Their bright smiling faces served to give Irene her answer. "Good, now them allow my servants to show you out and I look forward to working with you three."
She waved them off with a smile before said smile fell once they left. The sounds of squeaking emerged as she materialized three translucent spheres of magic, each one containing a small mouse that had managed to scurry across her home.
Impossible.
Irene liked to keep her home arrangements tidy and ensured that her servants eliminated any and all vermin within the premises. So, the fact that she had detected these three mice running across her floors, the exact same moment that her three guests arrived was ominously coincidental.
"Looks like our enemy is concerned about those three, but exactly what is it?" Irene remembered some parts of her husband's tale on this world's original canon timeline. Roxy was targeted and would have died to a mice carrying the magic stone disease due to the antagonist's machinations.
Except this time, there were two extra rats.
Hm, perhaps Irene's inclusion of those other two girls contribute to whatever failed future that their enemy foresaw for himself. Or instead, Irene's involvement with Lanletta and Elphie was what caused this change.
…Either way, Irene wasn't going to leave her test subjects to die at the hands of the pretender human god. That night, she used her enchantment to create familiars to hide in the shadows and protect her three test subjects should any monumental danger or suspicious deceptions rear their ugly head on them.
Already five months in, and Irene was already getting hints that their enemy was on the prowl. Sad for her that she can't exactly read his thoughts or intentions. Hopefully her beloved won't deal with any trouble from their manipulative foe but knowing her lover's profession and inclination for attracting trouble she believes it will be a high probability for that likelihood.
Its barely been half of a year here at the Sword Sanctum and already I was learning so much about the Sword God style. It's history and how it's applicable to the modern day's style of swordplay.
Al Farion, the first Sword God, was but a simple mercenary during the Second Human-Demon War against Demon God Laplace five hundred years ago. His name and title as a Sword God became pronounced to the world at large after his brief skirmishes on both fronts for the Demon and Human armies. Money was the only motivator for the mercenary to consider picking a side, and the fact that neither side sought to hold a grudge toward him was due to his prodigious skill with a blade.
This was proven when Al Farion single handedly defeated North God Kalman I, one of the surviving heroes who contributed to the sealing of Demon God Laplace. North God was considered the strongest due to this feat until Al Farion's overwhelming swordsmanship that moved beyond the speed of light overwhelmed the first North God. It was a swift and decisive battle that exemplified the Sword God style's #1 motto.
After the war, Al Farion settled down in the north of the Central Continent to create his dojo, the Sword Sanctum for aspiring Sword God practitioners to learn under him. The Longsword of Light was the bare minimum that he could teach his students due to none of them possessing the skill to imitate and learn his other skills that required each movement to be at the speed of light.
That's right, the Longsword of Light was the basic technique that the first Sword God could teach his pupils.
To move in a burst of lightspeed to execute a Longsword of Light is downright impressive for this world but to continually move at that speed and employ a variety of other techniques to complement the sword style.
["Victory goes to he who moves first."]
That motto was indicative of the Longsword of Light's ability to move faster than what the opponent's eyes can keep up with and cutting them down before they can even draw their weapon.
But…what if there was more to that motto than simply striking first?
What if it meant being more initiative in battle? Moving at speeds so fast keep that initiative and prevent the opponent from ever predicting your next move.
Well, testing that theory could be interesting but my speed was already light years beyond what Al Farion could do when I'm just in my base form. Still, it did bring me to test out combining Sword God with the one Water God style technique I knew, and already it was beginning to unveil a few interesting discoveries of the Sword God style.
"Light Reversal…it's a Water God style technique combined with the Longsword of Light, isn't it?" I spoke out while walking past the groaning unresponsive form of one of the many Sword Saint disciples that littered the dojo's floor.
"Tch, of course you'd figure it out." Gal huffed from his dais, overseeing the last all-out brawl for the day.
The bastard was always keen about watching the other students gang up on me and loved to impose challenges to make the task harder for me to counteract their attempts. One time he wanted me to do it blindfolded, the next time he strapped weights to my arms and legs hoping to slow me down (jokes on him…), after that he limited my attack range by confining me to a drawn circle on the floor that I couldn't step over. One day he had even stuck me with all of those limitations at once.
The training was utterly ridiculous, but it was appropriate for someone of my stature otherwise it'd be too easy for me.
"Its not too hard to notice. After all, it's the only counter type technique for a sword style all about attacking first." I shrugged. "Its just Flow but you know…just faster." I looked at my teacher and found him grinning at me. "So, then the Sword God style can use the other styles as auxiliaries to widen its move pool?"
"Getting warmer…" Gal snickered much to my annoyance. "What? You're on to something but I want you to get there yourself, bastard."
"Okay so its not that the Sword God style is using the others to broaden its style. Then it must mean that…they are all combined into one sword style?"
"Hot, but you're still a bit off the mark." Gal smirked.
Ugh. "So instead, they are capable of being one sword style?"
"Ding! Ding! Ding! Congratulations, punk! You've pieced it together at last!" Gal laughed and loudly clapped his hands in a mocking manner. Asshole. "My ancestor Al was the first to try mixing the styles together with both Water God and North God style. The techniques of Light Reversal and Light Refraction were his fruits of labor but it took his whole lifespan just to perfect them."
I nodded, following along with his logic. "When going into a sword school, you'd just focus on the one style you excel at before branching outwards, right?"
"Exactly." Gal nodded and rubbed his chin. "Al's choice was the correct answer when faced with his mortality and advancing his swordsmanship. Compared to him, I doubt that I'm even a fifth of what he was."
"But all of this just makes me question something that's been on my mind when reviewing the tomes and scrolls in the Sanctum's library. Who was it that taught Al swordsmanship?" I knew it had to be Technique God Laplace, but there was no mention of it in the history tomes at all.
"That's as much of a mystery for me too, punk." Gal got up and rolled his shoulder. "Its been a "what came first, the chicken or the egg" dilemma for years. Don't sweat the details too much and just know that you're certainly ahead of the curve compared to the weaklings at your feet." He lazily yawned and pointed at his unconscious disciples. Coming closer to me, he opened one eye to seriously regard me.
"Now then are you ready for that promotion to Sword Emperor or am I wasting my breath by asking you again?" Gal grunted in exasperation.
Not that I can blame my teacher for it. Ever since I came here, I've been blowing their expectations of me out the water. Gal even teased me about how much of a legend I'll be when word got out of how I took on the entire dojo at once, barring him. Yep, I took on every disciple of the Sword God style from the Advanced rank to the Emperor ranked disciple all by myself. The frequency of challenges from the other disciples did lessen somewhat after that, but a majority of them still saw me as a hurdle to surpass so I was still plagued by them.
The repeat offenders to challenging me were Timothy Britts and Mila Farion. Timothy had it somewhere in his head that I was now officially his rival and sought to tirelessly pour himself into his swordsmanship to be able to cut me down. He did not take his first loss to me and my subsequent promotion to Sword King quite well.
Mila on the other hand was deliciously entertaining to spar with. She started aggressively challenging me for the chance to become a Sword King and surpass Ghislaine who had never beaten me. She wanted to break my win streak and finally prove herself superior in the eyes of her elder brother, Gal.
Each loss only furthered the effects of the Zenryoku Zenkai lure on her until she was more susceptible to agree to "penalty" games that would punish the loser of each spar with whatever penalty the winner decided. Gal didn't seem to care and seemed encouraging of his sister to get into my pants.
I had no clue if this meant I got his blessing, or he was trying to keep me locked in at the Sanctum so he could eventually come up with a way for me to challenge him.
"Nah, I'll be ready for it the next time."
"Heh, that's what you said last time."
"And maybe it will be next time. For now, I just want to enjoy the rest of my day." I rested my wooden sword on my shoulder. "Unless you want to teach me a new lesson through observing another spar, teach?"
"Cheeky little shite…" Gal clicked his tongue and jabbed his thumb to the door. "Get outta here, I have a surprise for you later this evening so don't keep yourself too busy by doing your usual crap, got it?"
"Yes sir." I groaned.
"Good. That also means to finish whatever plans you had in store for that meathead. I'm getting tired of just training your ugly mug when I actually have two apprentices to teach." Gal narrowed his eyes at me but I just shamelessly smiled back to his aggravation. "One of the reasons why I wanted you here was to clear her mind when autumn hits. You're doing the fucking opposite so if you're going to fuck her then now is the time."
"Noted…" I sheepishly scratched the side of my face and navigated across the cavalcade of unconscious disciples to reach the door. Bidding my farewell to Gal and everyone else, I exited the dojo and expectantly looked down to spot my obedient "pet" waiting for me.
"Well, looks like it's time, girl."
"Mreow~!" Aw, she managed to stay crouched down the whole time I was training.
"No, not here. Lets go back to the room first." I chuckled and happily took the rope of the leash connecting to Ghislaine's collar out of her mouth.
The fast wagging of her tail.
Her excited, heavy panting.
Her red pupils now dilated and wholly trained on me, searching for the faintest sign of weakness to exploit.
Right now, we were in the middle of August, the same time of year when the beast race are hit by their biological tickers, their mating season.
After our first meeting, it took me having to beat Ghislaine's ass five more times before she finally decided to submit herself to me of her own volition by making me her "Boss". It honestly surprised me that she took less time than Mila, but she still exhibited signs of that steadfast stubbornness when it came time for me to teach her how to read and write in the human tongue.
This Ghislaine wasn't the same one in canon who suffered from illiteracy after the disbandment of her adventurer's party.
She resisted at first but enforcing my strength to cement my position as the "Boss" of the relationship cracked at her resistance to the point until she had no choice but to comply.
She had no chance. It was basically my whole job to subjugate and enslave others to my will for a living, she should at least be glad that I'm doing this for her own benefit.
I took the long way to my room as I led my obedient kitten across the hallways of the sanctum. Her tail kept wagging as crawled across the floors on all fours like an animal. Like the reading and writing, she was averse to doing this, but more "coercion" from me taught her to respect the pecking order. Now I didn't tell her to go on all fours like this but once Mating Season hit month, she became a whole different person.
No, correction, she transformed into a feral cat. Again, I had to use violence to get her to comply and now she's able to go a full day without attacking me from out of the blue. Gal considered that a huge accomplishment.
I did want to try to beat more sense into her so she's more cognizant when in this state, but now my timetable's pushed up and I would have to give the beast woman what she so desperately craved.
Getting into my room, Ghislaine's tail began wagging faster as her breathing deepened as she took long savory breaths of her "Boss's" room. She was denied the chance to lie with me up until now, so she took whatever chance she took to acquaint herself with my scent.
I had to put a stop to her taking my underwear and clothes though.
Walking over to my desk, I spun around to lean back against it to give my "subordinate" one last glance over her crouched, panting form. Now that I was about to claim the cat girl, I wanted to get a quick taste before diving into the real fun.
"Turn around and present yourse-." Ghislaine didn't even let me finish before loudly scrambling to raise her dougi-clad ass up in my direction while perfectly arching her back. Her tail wagging was doing a good job of wafting her arousal throughout the room.
I chuckled and moved closer to get a better view of her wet gash underneath her damp pants. "Good to see you're as excited as I am…" I lightly tapped the tip of my middle finger against her clothed lower lips which drew a piteous mewl right out of her. Undoing the belt and grasping the waistline, I unwrapped my woman's lower garments to be given a direct view of her dewy pussy lips and sweaty pliant ass.
"A little to hairy for my liking, but we'll see about shaving you later." Now it was time for me to eat. My arms wrapped inwards around Ghislaine's knees to afford me access for grabbing/palming her ass. Lifting her lower body up, I began to trace my tongue across the outer lips of her bushy cunt. The heavy scent of her lust was intoxicating as I swamped her cunt with long dragging licks from the red bead that was her clit to the deep kisses to her lower lips.
Ghislaine's yowling moans grew much louder as she attempted to shove her ass back into my face to urge me deeper.
*SPANK!*
"Hiiiiiiiieh~!"
But I won't allow her to get cocky. She needed to know that I was going to take my time and that she should be glad that I was pleasuring her first instead of forcing her to tend to my bulging shaft. Clutching her hardened ass cheeks, I began getting to work on tongue stuffing her box with my elongated dragon tongue. No crevice within the puss's pussy was safe from me as my tongue lathered any spot that got a reaction out of the horny woman.
It was so rewarding to see her wagging tail, shoot straight up each time I managed to earn an ear-splitting scream and orgasm out of her. Comparing her femcum to my other wives, Ghislaine's sexual fluids possessed a refreshing spicy taste that just seemed to further stoke my own lusts for her. My repeated tongue-fucking eventually pushed my lover to orgasm five times as her body eventually crumpled to the floor in a sweaty heap, but her lower back kept feebly trying to present her drooling pussy to me.
Figures that getting tongue fucked would quell her need for dick despite still being a virgin.
And so I divested myself of my own garments and happily dropped my dick between her cheeks with a meaty "thwack". Feeling the heat and girth of my soldier had Ghislaine go back to piteously mewling and throwing her ass back into me. I breathed out a sigh of content as she inadvertently dragged my cock through the slick bronze valley of her tush and tickling it's head with the base of her tail.
While I would just love to paint her ass and back with my seed, there was a still need that needs sating in not just Ghislaine, but myself as well. Grasping her hip with one hand and tugging the base of her tail with the other I slowly leveled the woman's waist just right for the head of my cock to nudge into the folds of her vagina.
Ghislaine whimpered and tried to slam herself onto my rod. I raised my hand at the poor behavior and-
*SPANK!*
"Nyaaaoowch~!" She hissed in pain/arousal and squirted all over my dick.
"Last warning. Do that again and I'll end things right here…" I growled. Of course, I was just posturing. Today she was getting bred that I can guaran-fucking-tee. But she believed my bluff though. Her ears dropped down as did her tail as she submissively resumed to let me take the reins. "Good girl." I nodded in satisfaction and channeled enough of my Ki to empower my hips to forcibly stuff the entirety of my large cock into her virginally tight cunt.
"O-Oooooooooough!" My lover's inelegant, almost bestial cries would have stoked me to pull back and launch myself into a breeding frenzy, but her bleeding pussy just seemed to want to grip me into place.
"Shit, it might have been a bad idea to go all at once." I grunted and released her tail to slide both my hands down to press my thumbs into her lower back. "Nnnnmf!" I grunted and humped away at Ghislaine's ass, slowly drawing inches of my dick from her choking vaginal canal.
"Fuck your tight! Should have expected that but damn…!" I hissed and kept trying to relax the bitch who couldn't help but continue to yowl and cum her brains out from getting penetrated. Waiting it out for her to relax seemed to take forever, so the next approach more fitting of my role as boss demanded that I simply go to town on her. "Fine, seems like I have to show you the pecking order again!" Allowing more Ki to flow through me, I wrested my dick from Ghislaine's pussy to brutally shove it back in with a resounding smack of our hips.
I didn't even need to use 5% of my power just to plow the kitten's tight and hot pussy. Each buck of my hips forced my cock back into the tight, simmering hell that was her vagina and each jab of its head through her cervix only furthered to tighten her canal.
All of my attention was on her while her focus was anywhere but here as she scratched and dug out the wooden flooring of my room amidst her animalistic moans and grunting. From tail tugging to hair pulling and nipple pinching, Ghislaine only reacted jubilantly with the rough treatment her body experienced. Her body happily allowed for the one who claimed it to do with it as they pleased, and just knowing that she was doing this all instinctively had my blood boiling to finally just cut loose and focus solely on her.
"Fu-Fuck! Here it comes, Ghislaine!" I snarled, my hips blurring as I kept shoving my dick in her drenched hole.
"I-Inside! Nyaargh! Do it insiiiiiide~!" She sloppily moaned and tensed as I leaned her over her back just to sink my teeth in her shoulders. The taste of copper added to my euphoria as I packed her womb filled with my burgeoning seed. Ghislaine's hissing began to peter out as she felt more of my hot cum temper the flames of heat within her as her mind had finally begun to clear just by a bit.
*SPANK!* *SPANK!*
Too bad. Even after dumping a big load in her, I was still hard as fuck and her pussy was still tight enough to make pulling out difficult.
So, without care for the yelping woman beneath me, I roughly tossed her onto my bed, spread her legs out and roughly yanked my dick out of her only to then shove it back in. The mating press is the appropriate position for one who's going through their mating season. The wet "plap plap plap" smacking of my balls against her upraised ass was music to my ears and the annoyance of my fellow neighboring disciples, who dared to bang our shared walls.
But they can eat a dick, I was going to enjoy fucking the daylights out of my new bitch for as long as I like.
Ghislaine released a sharp gasp as I leant over her supine form to press my teeth against trachea. I didn't bite down nor did I put any pressure. This was just the bestial part of me cruelly showing my dominance over her. A reminder that I now hold sway over not just her pussy but her life as well, and Sticky Fingers only confirmed that was indeed turning Ghislaine on.
The bed ominously creaked under the onslaught of my downward descent thrusts into the cat girl's cunny. Droplets of semen and femcum sprayed out to puddle at the edge of the bed as we fucked our way through 10 orgasms.
"Gaahk…Schruuuuururup~! Mmmhn! Glurck~!"
"Fuuuuck…its your first time and you're already getting good at giving head. You truly are a natural at using the sword and being the perfect sheath for me, Ghis." I grunted and played with Ghislaine's beautiful tits as she still
laid supine with head now over the edge of the bed to allow me free access to her throat.
Chiding her not to waste a single drop, I spurted a good load down her gullet before resuming her throat swabbing duties before she even had the chance to recover.
We just kept going at it until either she came down or I accidentally fucked her into a fuck drunk stupor. The latter happened just as the sun began to set. My room was an utter mess with the walls, flooring and bedding clawed and gouged out by Ghislaine, the smell of sexy heavy in the air, and various sexual fluids that puddled the floor. Ghislaine's unconscious, cum stained and gravid form spread out across my bed just added to the mess.
[Ghislaine Dedoldia (T6) Captured – 60 credits]
*KNOCK!* *KNOCK!*
About time little miss voyeur worked up the nerve to act.
Dressing myself back into my dougi with my shroud, I answered the door to greet one Mila Farion, who still held that resting bitch face of hers. Save now she was utterly red and panting up a storm from no doubt watching my rut with Ghislaine.
"El-Elder brother is ready for you…" She spoke in a manner that tried to hide her quicken breath.
I smiled. "Thanks."
"Hmph! I'm only doing as I've been instructed. Don't get it into your head, monkey." Mila glared.
"Oho, I won't." I laughed it off much to her growing frustration. "But before I go, I do remember that I beat you with the others today so I'm ready to give you today's penalty."
Mila stood stock still as her face contorted to that of fury. "Tch! Don't you even dare, monkey! You should focus on answering my brother's summons instead of these f-foolish gam-!" You're shaking legs and red cheeks are giving you away.
Also, I didn't care much for your opinion. In a burst of Ki enhanced speed, I pushed Mila back against the wall of the hallway, and forcibly slid my hand down into her pants to press my index and middle finger against her soaking, tender pussy lips. Huh, what do you know, she went commando too.
"Nah, penalty first." I huskily whispered in her ear. "I want you to clean my room, Ghislaine included by the time I come back. If my room's still a mess, then I'll just have to punish you for it by giving you the same treatment as Ghis." Mila's eyes widened at the "threat". "But if you get everything in order and are still here by the time I get back then expect a reward. Do I make myself clear…?"
"…I…!" Mila clenched her teeth and tried to defiantly look me in the eye. After a full minute, she averted her gaze and sighed. "Damn you…" Moving her chin to face me with my free hand, I captured her lips for a quick kiss and chuckled.
"Good to know we're on the same page…" Releasing her, I paid her lingering gaze on my back no mind as I made my way toward the dojo's main hall. There were three energy signatures behind the door with Gal's energy signature the most familiar out of the three.
One of the other signatures held the same type of presence that Gal had while the other had a presence similar to Ghislaine's.
"Huh, they must be my surprise that the old bastard was talking about." I shrugged and opened the sliding doors. "I've received your summons, teach. Is everything rea-?"
All at once, there were strikes coming right at me from differing angles at the same time.
Neck. Elbows. Knees. Eyes. Ankles. Wrists.
Each blow was fast and meant to debilitate me. The attacker's killing intent was poignant and saturated the air of the dojo hall.
Before I could even get a full grasp of the situation and my surroundings, I reacted with speeds that far surpassed my assailant. In a burst of speed that surpassed the Longsword of Light, which shouldn't be common for the likes of this world, I blitzed past the blows before they could even graze me, and drew Hiramune, one of the blades that Gal gifted me for reaching Sword King status.
The edge of my weapon was mere centimeters away from beheading my assailant, who turned out to be…
…wow, I feel so conflicted right now.
"Hah! Looks like Gull-boy's tales of you were right on the money. Good, I would have hated if the time spent coming here would have been a waste." Uproarously laughed my assailaint, uncaring that the red edge of my blade was this close to separated her head from her shoulders.
"M-Mother!" Spoke a woman who looked too similar to my assailant to call a coincidence.
"Hold Neha, it was just a test and he responded appropriately…"
"Heh, good of you to finally make it, punk. We've been waiting for twenty minutes, but you at least proved me right so I'll let your tardiness past just this once." Gal joined the woman with an even more louder laugh. "Now, here's that surprise I've been waiting to show you, punk. You had plans to become a Water Emperor and North Emperor, yeah? Well, I decided to grease the wheels for you and bring to you one of the very few that can get my sword arm twitching."
"Punk, say hello to this generation's Water God, Reida Reia. She may not look it now, but she's actually quite the old hag, barely pushing past her middle ages phase."
"Don't try me, Gal. Otherwise I'll try using Deprivation Sword Kingdom on you too." Reida growled at the Sword God.
"Oh, promise me a good time why don't you."
As the two strongest swordsman that this world has began to bicker, I began to recall a couple of facts in my head.
Reida Reia.
Water God and grandmother to Isolte Cruel.
Known Apostle to Hitogami, who almost killed Rudeus and Co. if it weren't for Orsted's intervention during the Asura Kingdom's Succession War.
…Fuck.
She's hot but also trouble…
Man, what a conundrum. I wonder if my clone is having as much of a hard time leading that adventuring party than me?
"So Elinalise?"
"Yes, hon~?"
"You change your mind about ever starting a family yet?"
"I have but…"
"But?"
"Michael, look at your cock and look at my body and ask yourself if there's going to be room for any fun afterward when I'm expecting your child."
"Well, if that's a problem then we could always just…nah, nevermind."
"Were you gonna say "fuck other people", hon~?"
"Nope, it was a stupid idea. Forget it."
"I'll carry your giant baby if you spent nine months fucking tiny girlcock femboys in front of me every night."
"Ugh, I knew you were going to say some outrageous shit, but I didn't expect that."
"Okay, you drive a hard bargain, but I'm willing to carry three. Three babies just for a front row seat to watch you fuck some femboys."
"Elinalise…Forget it."
"Come ooooooon~!"
"Keep this up and I'll fuck you without a safe word while going Super Saiyan 4 again…"
"Teehee~! Promise me with a good time, honey~!"