Chapter 19: A Pure Knight’s Natural Enemy – Chapter 18 [10.8k Words, NSFW]
One of the main draws of RPGs when compared to other genres is the total immersion in your character. You're not having a story told to you; you're living it. You're making choices, no matter how meaningless or immediately invalidated by 'But thou must' they may be. You live a tale in another world and through another person's perspective. Through somebody growing as numbers add up and the kind of experiences that are not measured in points accrue.
You, for however many days of real life it takes, are Cloud, Chrono, Ark, Yu, Cless, or any other of the characters whose name you'll swap for either your own or explicit profanity whenever the game lets you do so. You're living their lives, fighting their battles, and trying to get them entangled in polyamorous relationships that would likely implode if the game developers had decided to add some events that checked just how many girls had reached max love points at once.
You, for a blissful time, stop being you.
Which makes it very confusing when the game has multiple points of view.
Like, really, am I supposed to self-insert as the amnesiac dragon or the overpowered sealed evil in a can that the game keeps sprinkling the narrative with? And that's just with dual characters, but how does anybody process the mess that is the whole SaGa series? And let's not mention Tales of Mana and their 'We'll let you choose between six main characters, but keep in mind that the werewolf sucks and there's no kemonomimi love interest because fuck you, that's why.'
You know what? Let's mention it. That game was bullshit.
You can deploy any number of eight summonable spirits to get effects on the exploration part of the game? Cool. Those spirits act like items in an adventure game? Even cooler.
Except those effects are only required in very few scenes, and nothing in the game stops you wasting time summoning all spirits in sequence to check if you're missing some kind of secret interaction, and that, my dear developers, is how you end up with completionists hating your guts.
But, really, if you want a clear example of how multiple Points of View twist the minds of some of the most avid fans of the genre? You need look no further than Final Fantasy VI.
(Yeah, that's the good one, for those of you keeping count.)
Final Fantasy VI has a lot of characters. From a silent ninja to a talking moogle to what may be the earliest depiction of a himbo in the genre, the game has a cast of no less than fourteen player characters without counting the guest ones (you know, the ones who're so prone to stealing your recently bought equipment whenever devs feel like being assholes). That's… fourteen. Fourteen characters. That's not a JRPG, that's a tactical RPG cosplaying. That's Fire Emblem, Suikoden, and Shining Force getting penis envy. That's—ah, right.
Multiple perspectives.
So, the thing about having fourteen characters? And having the story told through multiple segments in which not all of those characters are present? The thing is that gamers will do what gamers do best other than become a drain on their parents' financial resources: they will argue.
In this particular instance, they will argue about who the protagonist even is. And the cherry on top? The absolute crowning achievement of Internet discourse?
The character you start the game with, the one whose story you most closely follow, packed with all the protagonist extra powers regarding bullshit nobody else can do? Well, she's a girl, so, of course, she can't be the main character of a Final Fantasy game.
That's just common sense, after all.
…
I swear, some days I wish I hadn't spent about thirty percent of my youth screaming at people on the other side of a screen.
"Kazuma? What are you thinking about?" a distant voice enquires.
"Gender equality," I sincerely answer.
"… What?"
I blink and take a moment to refocus on the present moment. The present moment is, itself, somewhat hard not to focus on, seeing as it involves Darkness pouting at me under her wide-brimmed straw hat—and no, fuck off, fruit-eating latex fetish pirate, you can't have this one. She's mine.
Mine.
"Eep!" she lets out, straightening away from my face in a way that gets translated into a very noticeable bounce that keeps going for quite a long time southward of her neck. "Kazuma!" she adds with that not-so-rare expression of genuine embarrassment that colors her cheeks red and…
And makes this all that much harder.
…
No, 'this' doesn't mean 'Orcish Spear.' Not in this particular instance.
Even if it's also, coincidentally, going harder.
"Kazuma!" she adds with a slap on my shoulder that should be a mere expression of a chaste maiden being distraught and overcome with embarrassment rather than something that ticks off a noticeable portion of my health bar—or, well, it would if this was that kind of LitRPG, rather than one with ill-defined mechanics that no self-respecting power gamer would get caught dead in, on account of being a power gamer and, thus, clearly disinclined to get even close to dying in a LitRPG with poorly defined, easily exploitable mechanics.
"Yes, it's me, Kazuma. Your boyfriend," I say with a reproachfully dry tone as I rub my mangled shoulder and… and try to suppress the tingling in my cheeks at Darkness' own going that much darker, the tips of her ears reddening as she brushes a strand of blonde hair over the left one, the suddenly cooperative breeze of this glade spreading her loose mane towards me, making every single thread of gold glimmer under the motes of sunlight filtering through the canopy of the lone tree we're sitting under.
Having a picnic.
Or, well, a date.
"I am… still unused to it," she bashfully says, lowering her head so that her Darkness Blue eyes are hidden from me by the suddenly inconvenient hat.
Hat. I shall have my vengeance.
"So am I," I confess, leaning back, resting my weight on my hands behind me as I straighten my legs over the picnic blanket and take the chance to look up at the tree over us, one that my skills assure me is not actually a monster in disguise waiting to digest any unwary travelers naïve enough to try and take a nap.
"It's… It's all been quite fast, hasn't it?" she asks, a shy smile peeking out from beneath pale straw.
"What, you mean gathering a crowd of stupidly overpowered adventurers, defeating four Devil King generals, fucking another one, trying not to fuck yet another one, and saving the city we live in enough times that I'm honestly pissed they still dare try to bill us for any of Megumin's excesses? And, in the middle of all that, changing species, falling into a harem that is not actually a harem because if it was, all of you would be political rivals plotting to maneuver for courtly advantages through the skillful manipulation of my dick? Why, no, that's just been all par for the course. A walk in the park. Just a Tuesday, as the objectively best portrayal of M. Bison would say."
"The what—"
"Outworlder lingo. Or, well, the kind of outworlder lingo that only the people who actually fantasize about being isekaied would understand."
"Don't do that," she says, leaning back, crossing her arms in a way I'm sure she doesn't think is enticing, and, again, pouting at me.
"Do what?" I say, pretending my throat is not dry.
"Trying to… trying to say things you know I won't understand just so you can avoid actually talking to me," she says.
And… I should feel bad about it. A part of me does.
Another, though?
"What, you mean so that we can have a productive and soulful conversation? So that I can bare my heart to you?"
"I… I mean, that would be… you don't have to make it sound so corny—"
"Like the last time we had one of those talks, right before you enthusiastically decided to fuck your best friend?"
Ah.
I shouldn't have said that.
"You fucked my best friend," she says with a tone frosty enough that I can believe she's an aristocrat. "And convinced me to be a part of it. Convinced me to hear her out. To accept her feelings."
"I—"
"And you, of all people, don't get to complain about however many people I choose to sleep with," she says with an unfairly unyielding finger poking my chest.
"Darkness, listen—"
"No, you listen. You, for once in your many, many lives, listen to what somebody else is trying to tell you rather than talk over them, or make them feel stupid, or turn things into—into a joke. Listen to your girlfriend and take me seriously—eep!"
"There's no other way I can take you," I say with a voice as rough and deep as I feel like as I stare down the girl I am leaning over as she lies sideways on top of my lap, looking up at me with wide eyes and a hat so precariously tilted back that it may dramatically flutter to the ground at a moment's notice.
"Stop doing… you're…" she tries to protest without looking away from me.
"I am listening. It's… It's what all this is for," I say, gesturing at the clearing in a forest that I had to double-check wasn't overrun by monsters or, even worse, adventurers before planning this little picnic. The place I decided to take my first girlfriend to on her first date, and…
And mine, as well.
Through some Yunyun-flavored shenanigans, of course, but it still counts.
"Kazuma…" she says, a hand that is only this gentle by choice trailing down my cheek with a touch that burns with kindness.
"Darkness, I… I am a mess. I…"
"I know."
"You do?" I ask, blinking stupidly.
She smiles, and the hand goes to my nape, pulling me down until her warm, wet breath washes over my half-opened lips.
"I always have," she says with a joy that clashes with the words. "I joined you because you were messed up. Because you dragged two innocent maidens to be slathered in toad saliva—"
"I refuse. I object. I deny the mere insinuation of innocence being thrown Aqua and Megumin's way. The very notion offends me on a deep, personal level that could only be made any worse if I had a deeper command of our language to express my disgust in. I shall take bard levels to properly convey my sheer disgust, my revulsion, my spiritual distress, at the idea that anybody would consider Aqua a maiden, no matter how virgin she recently was, because, at heart, Aqua has always been a naughty little porn maid waiting to be reprimanded—oh. You're looking at me in an unflattering way. I shall assume I have violated some kind of social taboo, likely stemming from antiquated ideas regarding gender roles, and thus be smug about my transgression rather than remorseful."
"Toad. Saliva."
"That was not my fault. For—Megumin! Everybody tries to pin that one on me, but who was the one who said she could take care of any and all mooks in her sight with her much-vaunted Explosion? Who was it that so masterfully foreshadowed her quick-shot shenanigans and how utterly useless she becomes after a single orgasm drains her of all strength and turns her into the limp cock sock that some malicious adventurers keep spreading rumors about—"
"Nobody is talking about Megumin being a quick shot! They only talk about you two being exhibitionists!"
"Well, that's just plain wrong. If we were exhibitionists, we wouldn't have bothered trying to hide when having sex in the wilderness right after Megumin cast a spell visible from about a hundred miles away. I mean, when put into those terms, I guess I can imagine how somebody may take that the wrong way, but, really, given the aforementioned quick-shotedness of the oppai loli, granting any wannabe voyeurs that much of a warning is a poor kindness, seeing how unlikely it will be for them to get there in time to witness anything other than me using her mouth like a cumrag."
Darkness is blinking up at me.
And breathing somewhat heavily.
"You're despicable," she says.
"Actually, I'm not, but I enjoy playing it up for you just because I know how drenched your panties get," I explain calmly and patiently.
That patience is tested when a rotund behind that may be tougher than orichalcum plate armor rubs broad circles atop my rising orcish ancestry.
"Darkness," I say, staring right into her unblinking, quivering eyes, letting my tongue out of my mouth just for long enough to trace a line of liquid fire along her lower lip that has her whimpering as much as I would if I wasn't putting on an act.
"Ka… Kazuma," she says, her Darkness Blue hidden behind lowering, inviting lids as she tilts her head just a tad further back and her hat falls to the blanket below, her full mane unspooling into a cascade of vibrant gold that has me clenching her nape not so much in support as sheer need.
"Darkness…" I softly whisper in her ear, delighting in the renewed whimper and the increased pressure of her behind on my fully erect cock.
"Take me, you ravenous beast…" she says, her nipples visibly tenting the front of her white sundress, defiling any proud and noble heritage it may once have held.
"Darkness… I'm getting hungry."
"Yes… Yes. Yes! Devour me! Taste my flesh! Hold me down, uncaring of my resistance, and take everything you want from me! Have me scream my defeat as you sate your lustful—"
"I actually would like a sandwich."
Slowly, her blue eyes open and look for mine in sheer horror.
I smirk.
"No…" she whimpers.
"What's that, you say? Are you asking if I, the Great Kazuma Satou, am considerate enough of my girlfriend's feelings to make sure that our date isn't only about sex but an actual chance to talk with one another and tackle some unresolved friction in our relationship? Why, yes, I guess I am such a good boyfriend that I—gack!"
"Not. Funny," the girl still on top of my lap (and cock) says through gritted teeth without bothering to take away the fist buried in my green jersey jacket and equally green (yet much less expensive) gut.
"That's… arguable…" I gasp out.
Her narrow eyes don't look in the mood to offer any (verbal) counter-arguments, which I guess means that I win by default.
Also, she's pouting. Which is a more than adequate victory prize that I shall gratefully treasure because, after all this time, it's still marvelous to see a dignified crusader with her cheeks puffed out in a despondent way that would only look any better if those cheeks were to redden and inflate further with an amorous shoving of an orcish spear past her lips.
And now she's mumbling something while poking her fingertips together. Really, it's like she's asking for an oral intrusion.
"What's that?" I say with only a portion of the smirk I feel adequate.
"… Feed me."
"What?"
"Feed me. Hand… Hand-feed me, and I'll… I'll forgive you for being a jerk—eep!"
"Ah. Please excuse the abrupt change in elevation. Please, keep being your adorable self and ignore the violent erection you just keep inciting."
"I don't have to ignore it," she says, pouting once again, her gropable behind rubbing side to side along my shaft, making me—
Making me grab her shoulders and have her look at me.
"Please," I say without… without adding anything else. Without joking, or insulting her, or…
Or.
She looks up at me, the flush on her cheeks going from red to pink, and…
And that gentle hand of hers is back on my cheek.
"Okay," she says, low enough that I can only hear because of how close we are. "Okay, Kazuma. Just… Just feed me. Feed me and talk to me."
With my throat dry yet again, I… I nod.
Then I reach over her for the picnic basket and take the first sandwich in the pile, unwrapping the waxed paper as she stares at my hands all the way until I…
Until I take a bite of the corner, exaggerate how good it tastes, and she slaps my chest in protest at me stealing her food right before I dive down and silence her with a kiss that tastes of tuna and mayo.
Really, it could have been worse.
It could have been one of Megumin's jalapeño and cheese sandwiches.
***
Dungeons are a broadly defined category. In the modern era, anything can be a dungeon if you believe hard enough—from fortresses in the sky to the subconscious of a comatose main character or even rifts in space-time conveniently giving an overworked Korean protagonist a welcome excuse to be late to his office hell, everything that could conceivably be dungeonable has been.
Originally, though? A dungeon was a perfectly straightforward concept: something underground filled with enough treasure to entice adventurers and enough adventurers to entice monsters.
So…
Quick check?
I am underground. I am surrounded by (questionable) treasures. I am an adventurer-slash-monster.
So… Yup. By definition, I'm in a dungeon.
It's just that Wiz's presence makes it somewhat muddled what kind of dungeon her storeroom is.
"I… can we talk about this?" I say as I feel something crawling under my mind, tugging at things that should likely remain in place, filling all my thoughts with a pink haze that suspiciously reminds me of something that Yunyun and I once had to swim through in the Dungeon of Unplanned Parenthood.
"Yes," Wiz replies with dull, purple eyes that only flicker with the spread of magic candlelight shining all around us.
"Right. Because you're hypnotized and will do whatever I tell you to," I say, not so much summarizing the situation as trying to come to grips with yet another fucking hentai plot—
"Yes," she says in precisely the same tone.
And… And…
I lick my lips. Not because they are dry. Not because I don't know what else to do. Not because—okay, it's because this is hot, all right?! It's because it's unfairly hot. It's because—
'Mister Kazuma? Do everything you want to do to me,' her voice echoes in my head, making the command bounce between thoughts, sliding past some, pushing some voices that sound like my own down as it makes others that much clearer.
'She literally asked for it' is one of the more prominent ones.
And… well, drugged, horned up, hypnotized Orczuma may have a point. Just a smidge of it, you understand. Maybe just enough to warrant a tad of experimenting.
"Wiz?" I say, trying not to croak.
"Yes?" she asks with a tone that, with just a bit of imagination, may sound enticingly deferential.
"Kneel," I say.
"Yes," she offers.
Suddenly, in front of me, trapping me between her and the littered desk with her magic tea set, the lich kneels, her purple robes pooling around her generous thighs, her hands demurely resting on top of soft flesh that I know delightfully ripples when I thrust against her and—down.
Just…
'Do everything you want to do to me.'
Fuck!
Okay. Okay. Just… Just stop breathing hard enough to make her hair rustle behind her and don't get lost in lilac eyes blankly staring up at you, and—she's biting her lip. She's fucking biting her lip, or that's a trick of the light, and I'm just so fucking hard that there's not enough blood going to my retinas.
"Wiz, you will answer any questions I ask of you truthfully," I say. Because maybe that's a good idea. Maybe that's… something I want? Something I want. Yes. I want her to tell me… things. Nobody wants to be lied to, right? This is natural. This is a perfectly logical course of action. This is—
"Yes."
Gods fucking damn it.
"Wiz, are you… horny?"
"Yes."
Of course she is. Why did I even ask. Why the fuck did I need to add that tiny nugget of confirmation to the litany of things telling me to do my very best to discover if undead are breedable. Why…
"Wiz, you have my permission to show any emotions you feel."
"Yes," she says, as bland as before—
"Wiz, you have my explicit orders to show any emotions you're feeling."
"Y—yes… Yes, Master," she says with a trembling fear that becomes a thrilling purr as she looks up at me, the dullness in lilac dissolving into something wet and glimmering with candlelight that has me hard enough to—
There's a sound of tearing fabric.
… So. That. She's made me hard enough to do that.
And now her nostrils are dilating, and her eyes are staring right at the tip of my cock, which, to be fair, is right in front of her, so it would be hard for her to focus on anything else at all, given the clear dollop of transparent precum growing heavier with every throb of my cock, and—
"Wiz, lie on the floor, right under my cock, and open your mouth to try and catch my precum when it falls."
She does.
She immediately goes from kneeling on flat flagstones to lying on them, staring up at me from beneath my dark glans, her mouth open as far as it can go, her hair spread under her, lying across my toes, and… and the first drop falls right on her forehead with a heavy, wet noise that echoes all around us.
Wiz moans, her eyelids fluttering, and then… then she wiggles further beneath me, trying to gauge the right distance for—
The next drop falls, and it splatters on her chin, the lich's purple tongue darting out of her mouth for a brief instant, stopping right before making contact with my spilled fluids before, mournfully, she retracts it back into her open mouth.
Another slight wiggle, her robes getting more wrinkled and messed up with each adjustment, her eyes shining with errant light and something manic as she keeps breathing heavily, right under me, right beneath the droplet about to fall into her waiting mouth, and… and I can't help myself.
So, right before it falls, I flex some muscles that, according to the Internet, should grant me better ejaculation control and stronger orgasms and that I haven't bothered with since I became a walking hentai tag. I flex them abruptly.
So the droplet falls away from me in a rising arc that ends up marring the purple cloth over Wiz's spectacular breasts, by sheer luck falling just near enough to her left nipple that the silk sticks closer to her skin, and it's trivial to make out the raised areola of the excited woman whining in sheer tortured delight.
"You almost had it, Wiz. I wonder what happened?" I say with a grin that I can't hold back as she makes the best puppy-girl impression she can pull without any fluffy ears, an anatomically unlikely tail, or a leash—
I lick my lips yet again, holding back the barrage of images involving not strictly wholesome headpatting, and then, as Wiz tries to reposition, the next droplet falls without my sabotage.
Right in her mouth.
"Ah! Aaaaahhh! Hmmmmph!"
She's… she's writhing. She's writhing on the floor, her robe riding up, exposing pale, rippling thighs, her breasts constrained between her arms as Wiz's tongue goes out of her mouth, glistening with something thicker than her saliva, and she looks at me with a delight no woman should show at being hypnotically forced to swallow a man's precum.
No woman other than—
"Wiz's, for as long as this session lasts, your sense of taste is… no, your tongue is directly linked to your pussy. Everything you feel with the tip of your wet, slutty tongue will shoot right down your body in a bolt of sensation that will split in two to get across both your nipples, and it will then reach and join on top of your clit, where it will explode. Every single thing you feel with the tip of your tongue will feel twice as strong in your nipples and eight times as strong in your clitoris. The rest of your tongue? A kiss will feel like two strong hands massaging your breasts, tracing lines of sheer pleasure on them. A tongue in your mouth will feel like a cock reaching all the way up to the entrance to your womb. Everything you savor will feel like dripping oil on your skin along the lines that the bolt from the tip of your tongue will travel, and every taste will flood your brain with the corresponding scent. Do you understand, Wiz?"
"Hah… Hah… Yes… Yes, Master…"
"Do you obey?"
"Ye—yes! Yes, Master! I obey! My slutty, shameful body obeys! I'm already thrilling—I'm almost cumming with just the taste of you and your smell in my mind, and the—the lighting in my tits and cunt."
"Good," I say rather than being taken aback, or ranting something inappropriate, or maybe even suggesting she shouldn't debase herself like that when that's my job—okay, no, that last one isn't a thing. It's just me being in an extremely suggestible state and being confronted by a woman making orgasming noises each time the tip of her tongue reaches down to the traces of my precum marring her chin, and—fuck.
"Stand up!"
"Yes! Yes, please! Order me more! Make me feel like each order gets me closer and closer to cumming! Turn your voice into a cock plunging deep in my mind! Fuck all my thoughts away and turn me into your cum-thirsty fuck-puppet! Make me like it, my Master!"
"Don't you fucking dare give me an order, pet," I say with a tone that goes from half-shouting to cold and dangerous right in the middle.
And Wiz shivers.
"I… I am sorry, Mister Kazuma—"
"Master."
"Master," she purrs in reply, her hands wringing in front of her pelvis, her—
"Wash your mouth. I don't want to taste myself on your lips."
She nods, an ecstatic, almost Darkness-like grin on her lips, and she rushes to the teapot still steaming with hypnotic tea before grabbing it and pouring it down her head, her wet hair sticking to her as closely as her robes do to her breasts, her erect nipples clearly showing against the almost black purple the front of her clothes has turned into, and—
"Wait! Stop! Don't hurt—"
"It doesn't hurt, Mister Kazuma. I'm a lich," she says with a beatific smile crossed by strands of hair darkened by the tea plastering them to her face, and—
"Kiss me. Kiss me like you mean it," I say as the voices in my head go round and round in circles telling me to do all that I want to do to her, to take her, make her fall, make her scream herself hoarse, make herself—
Her tongue pushes into my mouth, her hands grab my head, and, for just an instant, I taste more of the tea on her before she throws her head back and shouts a wail that fills the entire storeroom with the echo of a woman thrashing in my grasp before going limp, her head hanging back, her slack jaw dripping drool past the corner of her purple lips as she keeps shaking and shaking, and—
"Did you like that?" I ask right in her ear as I hug her wet body to my chest, her breasts flattening against my hard muscle as my cock's head pushes her robe to dig between her plush thighs.
She, floppily, nods.
I smirk.
"Words. Tell me with your words, Wiz."
"I… I… Oh… Oh, that… I… I did. I did…"
"Not good enough. Explain. Explain to me how you just felt, pet."
Her eyes try to focus on mine, her arms tremble, hanging limply over my hold on her plush body, and she struggles to raise her head.
"I did… It did… It felt like my brain was flooded with… with your taste, Master. It felt like you were licking my thoughts. And then… then your tongue was over mine, pushing it, and it felt like you were pressing down on my whole body, suckling my breasts, groping them, pulling at my nipples, pushing your cock as deep inside me as I can take it, and it kept getting so much better that it got worse. And… and I couldn't speak. Couldn't think. Could only feel you inside me and—hmph!" she says before I interrupt her with another kiss that has her screaming inside my mouth, her sounds of distressed pleasure tickling the inside of my cheeks as I do my best to tongue-fuck her, to thrust my thick, long tongue past the entrance to her throat, in and out, as I stare at her eyes rolling back in between syncopated attempts to look straight at me.
Attempts that I delight in frustrating.
Her hands are on my shoulders, tremulously pushing away as her entire body writhes against mine, her soft breasts rubbing wet cloth on the front of my jersey, and her thighs convulsing around the trapped tip of my cock as more and more wetness flows out of her, mingling with my precum, making her robes stick to us as Wiz very visibly loses her mind.
Then I grab her and lift her up, spinning us around to sit her on her desk, throwing inventory notes in disarray before I pull back just enough for her to fall away precisely as much as my grasp on her nape allows her to.
"And that?" I say with a growl. "Did you like that?"
She drools, unresponsive other than the twitches making the hard nipples quiver up and down.
"Wiz, answer me."
"Y… Ye… Yesssss…"
"Good. That's a good, obedient pet. See, Wiz? I can reward you. I can make every order you obey into pure ecstasy. I can make you love being my little pet. Would you like that, Wiz? Being a pet whose sole job is listening to my orders before I make you cum all your silly thoughts away?"
"Yesssss…"
"Perfect."
I look at her. At the older adventurer. At the archmage who became a lich. A Demon Lord General. One of the most powerful women in the entire world.
At the drooling mess panting and gasping in my grasp, trying to look at me with pure desire and sheer adoration.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Okay. All right. I may be getting a tad carried away. How totally unlike me, Kazuma Satou, to jump on the chance to stroke my ego and go on a power trip the likes of which only a strangling, wish-granting collar has gotten me close to. But this isn't my fault, is it? No. Not at all. Wiz knows me. Wiz was there when I got that stupid collar and started ordering my girlfriends—friends to do all sorts of degrading, lewd stuff. She saw me carelessly turn Darkness into living furniture. She saw me make Yunyun and Megumin duel in strip rock-paper-scissors. She knows what I would do if hypnotized to turn my Wiz into a fuckpuppet solely devoted to my cock. She knows how far fantasies honed by a puberty cultivated through the Internet could push me. Her. How far I would push her if…
Not my fault.
Hers.
This is all on her.
I think.
Or maybe I don't. Maybe I'm not thinking and just reacting to a poorly worded command because who in their right mind would tell anyone at all to 'Do everything you want to do to me?' Who would set such a line on a destructive loop inside somebody's mind? Who would get me to think about every single thing I ever thought about Wiz doing when I caught her bending over to grab something from a low shelf, or when she infuriated me with her latest failed attempt at a marketing ploy, or when she turned me into a fucking rape orc?
So…
Maybe…
"Wiz?"
"Yes, Master?"
"What do you want me to do to you?"
Her eyes slowly blink, clearing just a bit of the haze. Just enough that lilac irises don't swirl away from me with any of the renewed tremors going through her.
"I… don't understand—"
"Me. What did you want to happen when you hypnotized me?"
Her mouth opens into something surprised, and her throat bobs up and down with a loud swallow that doesn't make me think about anything at all—
"I…" she starts, fidgeting in a way that would be cuter and less seductive if erratic tremors stopped making her breasts bounce.
"You?" I ask, nearing her, feeling my breath reflected off her cool lips.
"I just… I just want to feel…"
"How? How do you want me to make you feel, Wiz? How do you want me to take you, fuck you, breed you—"
"I just want to feel wanted!"
I stare her down.
Her hands weakly raise to clasp one another in front of her chest, drawing attention to the winged cross that holds her robes together despite the prodigious pressure of the meat beneath purple cloth with a gold trim.
I push her down.
Her hair lies wet and matted under her, and she breathes fast and shallow, adding to the tremble of her breasts before I tear the silver brooch off and pull the lapels of her robe apart, discovering the lack of any undergarments as I expose the naked, pale skin crossed by purplish veins under me.
"Wanted," I whisper, staring at the erect nipples that are maybe just a couple of shades darker than her eyes.
"I… I…"
I grab both of her breasts, surrounding the globes of flesh with an encompassing grasp that pushes her soft chest even higher, the areolas and nipples standing proudly atop her, daring me to lean down to engulf them. To swallow them past my lips and run my tongue around them in an infinity symbol that, with the way I'm feeling right now, would be far from a hyperbole of what I'm willing to put these marvelous breasts through.
Finally, I manage to stare back into her eyes.
"Do you feel wanted?" I ask with a growl that all but forces me to tighten my hold on her chest just to get the added pleasure of watching her squirm.
"I—"
"That's an order, Wiz. Tell me if you feel wanted."
"Yes! Yes, I do! I feel like you're never going to let me go! I feel like you'll take me and—and fuck me! Conquer me! I feel like you'll break me with all your desire!"
"Yes. Yes, that's precisely what I want. What I feel like. Now… Now, is this how much wanted you wish to feel?"
Her mouth drops open once again, her eyes wide in the start of a panic, and her voice in my head keeps telling me to push it. To throw caution aside and do whatever the fuck I please. To do to her something that would be unforgivable if I didn't have the extra excuse of her voice in my thoughts, pushing and prodding, all but muting my sense of reason as it brings out my deepest desires and—
"Tell me, Wiz. Tell me just how wanted you would like to feel."
"I—"
"An order. That's an order from your Master."
Her lips tremble as if she, for the first time since we started, was fighting this one, single, shameful command.
"Tell me," I whisper.
"Like Yunyun. I want to feel as wanted as Yunyun," she says, looking away, her face turning aside until her cheek rests against unvarnished wood and wet hair, her skin tinting a purple darker than her nipples.
So I…
I lean on her voice inside of me.
I lean hard enough to nudge it.
I let go of her chest, the absence of her cool skin on my palms physically painful, and I travel up her body with soft caresses from the back of my fingers, lines of tenderness that surround her quivering breasts and trace her collarbones inward before going up the sides of her neck as she shivers once again only for me to cup her face and gently force her to look my way as I caress her soft lips with my right thumb.
And then I push it inside her mouth.
I ghost across the tip of her tongue and she gasps, her hips pushing up and pressing the wetness within against my belly as two spasms make her breasts quake.
I push harder. Down. I trap her tongue between my thumb and the bottom of her mouth, and every wiggling attempt at escape ends up making things all that much worse for her, her entire body quivering with the hypnotic suggestion shooting more and more sensations across her nipples and her clitoris until her raised hips collapse under me and her body twitches in discharges of sheer pleasure.
"I don't want you as I want Yunyun, Wiz," I say as I go from a punishing hold to tracing gentle circles back and forth along the length of her wet tongue. "I don't want you like I want Megumin. Or Darkness. Or Aqua. I want you like I want you. Like I want the mature, obliviously attractive woman with airheaded dreams of mundanity. I want you like the walking disaster that you are. Like the woman who values friendship so highly she would even feel hurt by a slime's rejection. I want you like I wanted you when I first saw you, a set of mesmerizing curves driving all my teenage libido wild, and like I wanted you when I found out you're the charitable soul guiding lost ghosts to their afterlife. I want you like you're a woman who's beautiful inside and out. Is this enough? Is this how wanted you would like to feel, Wiz?"
Slowly, I take out my wet thumb until the pad rests lightly on her bottom lip as no-less-wet eyes stare straight into mine with something open, vulnerable, and yearning.
She nods.
"Good," I say. "Then let me show you how much I want you."
I step back and something like betrayal flies across her face before she sees me grabbing the front of my jersey's jacket only to pull it apart, torn silk and a mangled, hand-crafted zipper in the grasp of my left hand before I open it and let the insanely expensive rags flutter to the floor, a single, metallic clack echoing in her storeroom when the tab of the zipper hits one of the flagstones.
I shrug off the rest of the mutilated clothing, and the stupid, matching skirt, already ripped from my Wiz-induced erection, follows.
She isn't naked. No, she's framed. Pale skin surrounded by her open robes, by a purple deeper than her nipples and blush, by twin lines of gold trim accenting her beauty.
And she's looking at me past the slope between her breasts.
I climb on top of her, once more grabbing that entrancing softness, and I push them up to surround my shaft, holding back a hiss I can barely contain when I slowly thrust back and forth, lubricating her cleavage solely through the copious amounts of precum that leak and keep leaking just at the notion of Wiz being under me, submissively accepting all that I want from her, staring right at the tip of my cock whenever it emerges from her chest to drip a line of precum on her breastbone that pools in the hollow of her throat.
Then… Then I spread my hands and watch as the inner part of her breasts glistens. As all of the skin I can reach with my member has been painted in my colors, and I see Wiz look down in marvel at the sight of my dark length lying on top of her, the cool skin beneath me as gentle as a velvet cushion in its accepting embrace.
Note to self: purchase velvet cushions. Slather them in precum. Laugh at a despairing Aqua in the laundry room.
But for now…
"Wiz," I call out as I close her breasts once more around me, "suck my cock."
Her eyes fly open and her jaw automatically drops at my command, right in time for my glans to push past her wet lips.
I hiss.
And then I growl.
Because she's mine. Mine. And how dare she make me do anything at all? How dare she think she can bring me to my knees, make me feel even better than I'm going to make her feel? How dare she do anything other than come, and come, and keep coming, her cracked voice calling out my name in worshipful prayer? How dare she do anything other than be overwhelmed by my assault on her senses, by my thumbs playing with her nipples, by my cock thrusting between her lips and over her erratically spasming tongue? How dare she do anything at all other than feel like the most desirable woman in the entire world?!
"Oi. Don't slack off. That's my cock showing you how much I want you, Wiz," I say with a forced, cruel grin that ignites a spark in her eyes, her neck bending down to take more of me even as I feel her legs spasming open and closed, rising and falling, right behind me.
I tighten my hold on her breasts, the lines of shadow surrounding my spread fingers growing darker and deeper as I push into her flesh, reaching toward her, letting the sensation of embracing gentleness engulf each hand even as I keep tweaking her rigid nipples, trying to discern when is it that my thumb causes her back to futilely arch her chest against my touch and when is it that my shaft pressing down on her tongue does the trick. When is it that her eyes go blank due to the hypnotic command to delight in blowing my cock to the point of suffering, and when is it that regular sensation makes her struggle against the onslaught of pleasure wracking her body and mind.
I go faster.
Her tongue isn't that active, barely managing to lick across the very tip of my glans when I pull back, but her lips never let go of me. She sucks as hard as she can, and she keeps sucking, abusing her advantage when it comes to not needing to breathe, increasing the suction until it feels like she's drinking my precum out of a particularly thick straw.
Then I plug her throat closed.
Her eyes fly open in an unwarranted panic that calms down when she meets my own eyes staring down at her as she holds my entire glans in the convulsing entrance to her throat, her tongue flat under me, relaxed, even as the corners of her mouth lift into a tiny, obscene, heart-melting smile.
"I…" I wet my dry lips, never looking away from lilac eyes nor the faint tinge of purple underlining them. "I… I'm going to give you a choice, Wiz. Is that… A choice. You can choose."
She looks at me expectantly until she manages a tiny nod that has her tongue rub against the underside of my cock and immediately has her fall back on top of her desk with quivers of pure ecstasy that it takes a lot out of me to wait out.
I look at her until her eyes go back to mine. Until she's once again aware of what I'm telling her. And I swallow.
"I can keep going," I say. "I can keep fucking your mouth and tits until I explode inside of your mouth. I can make it mind-blanking for you. I can add even more commands. I can order you to enjoy the taste of my sperm much more than anything you've ever tasted. I can make your entire throat feel like the most sensitive part of your pussy. I can have you climaxing again and again, chaining up orgasms until you forget anything other than my name and how to feel good."
Her pupils are dilated, fixed on mine, and I'm tempted to just go right ahead. To do to her what I just described and more. To…
To, thankfully, lean back on her voice telling me to 'Do everything you want to do to me.'
Everything.
Tricky word, isn't it?
"That's the first option," I tell her with as much calm as I can pretend. "The other… The other is for me to undo the command. To pull out of your mouth and tell you to feel like you would usually feel. To make it all… normal. And then I'll hold your hands, kiss you as deeply as I crave to, and make love to you until my body gives out."
I smile at her with something… something that is far from the predatory, confident façade I've held up until now. Something that isn't 'Master' or even 'Mister Kazuma.'
Something that is just… Kazuma Satou.
So I'm scared. I'm afraid. I'm… vulnerable. I am all the things I don't want to ever be and that I was one too many times. I am…
I am letting go of her soft breasts, letting them part around my hot flesh just so I can cup her cheeks once more and trace gentle lines with my thumbs over her cheekbones until her skin warms under me and something lights up in her eyes, and…
And I slowly pull out of her lips, my frenulum dragging against their captivating texture, gentle tremors rippling down her body as I pull the last bit of me past her tongue, my freed dick twitching right on top of her open lips as a glimmering strand of saliva and something thicker keeps us connected.
"Wiz?" I ask one last time with my voice croaking more than it should on such a short name.
She closes her mouth, the end of the strand cutting off, suddenly turned into a dangling thread of light hovering right above purple lips, and…
And her hands reach my wrists, holding me with something weak and trembling, conveying to me just how shaken she is by what she just went through as I made her feel like her blowjob was like me plundering her depths, like I was fucking her with every thrust of my hips against her throat, like I—
"Mister Kazuma?" she says, her voice as hoarse as it should be after having my cock plugging her airways for so long. "Mister Kazuma, I want… I want you to make me… to make me feel wanted," she repeats, making my teeth clench as something dark rears up from behind a wall of reverberating, enticing whispers— "I want you to make me feel loved."
I look at her, silent despite my usual instincts, unable to…
Unable to…
"Wiz?" I ask, my voice yet again unsteady.
"Yes?" she says, her right hand sliding up my arm, her open palm a soothing caress of coolness on my burning skin.
"Just to be clear… You mean that you want me to fuck you cross-eyed in the usual way rather than the hypno-kink way, don't you?"
She pouts at me.
And then she nods.
"Okay. Okay. Just… Close your eyes. Close your eyes, Wiz. There's nothing but my voice and your hands on my skin. There's nothing but my words and warmth. My weight on you, holding you steady, keeping you from drifting away. There's nothing but me and you. Okay? Tell me that it's okay."
"It's okay… Mister Kazuma."
I lick my lips. I am sitting on top of her, my cock still hovering over the tempting space between her breasts, reaching up to her half-open, beckoning lips and the impossibly sensitive tongue hiding behind them. I am… I am balancing between the things I want. Between the ambiguity that lies behind 'everything' because I very much want to fuck her throat as she squirms in unending ecstasy around me, but I also…
"I am going to give you one last command, Wiz. I am going to give you an order so powerful that you won't even think to resist it. The words will echo inside your head, crushing any and all commands I've given you before until this is the last one remaining. When I give it to you, your eyes will be closed as it works deeper and deeper inside of your mind, purging it of everything that doesn't belong. Any thoughts that I've put in there. Until this, the last command I give you, is so strong that you can't bear it anymore, and then you'll open your eyes and obey. You'll fall to it. You'll fulfill this last order, knowing that it's so powerful that I won't be able to overwrite it with any further ones. That it will take the strength of everything I've told you in this hypnotic session and explode. That it will consume all orders and instructions but itself. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she says with a dreamy, faraway tone that makes me twitch hard enough to mar her left cheek with another splatter of precum.
"Good," I whisper. "That's good. You're a good girl, Wiz. So obedient. So happy to obey. You're beautiful just like that, you know?"
"I… I'm not—"
"You are. You are, and it's almost a sin how tempting you are. How enticing. And this is why my last command will be dangerous, Wiz, because I want you to… this is my last order. This is my last instruction to you, Wiz: You are going to look into my eyes and order me to do what you want me most to do to you."
Her body goes rigid under me, her hands suddenly clawing at my wrist and arm, but that's nothing compared to the paroxysm that her eyes moving behind her eyelids convey as her back arches and she lets out a low, humming moan that I can almost swear makes her nipples vibrate.
Then… Then she slowly deflates, lying back down on her unvarnished desk, surrounded by matted, drying hair, scattered papers, and the sort of knickknacks that a saner Kazuma would be wary of meddling with.
Then her eyes open, lilac shining like it hasn't since she drank her cup of hypnotic tea, and she stares straight at me, her lips parting to tell me something that I dread and anticipate because this was a stupid, risky gambit, and—
"Mister Kazuma… Mister Kazuma, I order you to kiss me. Kiss me like I'm the one you love—"
I drop on top of her, my tongue thrusting into her mouth, reaching hers, caressing it, twirling around it, dragging it back into my mouth to suck on it, to surround her with whirling touches, to have her moan against my lips closed around her as I embrace her and lift her up, pushing her bare body against mine, the film of sweat coating me making her breasts glide down my chest, her rigid nipples dragging against my skin until I turn us around and sit on her desk, with her sitting on top of me, her head bent back as she tries to squirm, her open legs surrounding my waist, her wet pussy pressing against the bottom of my shaft.
I don't let go.
I keep one hand behind her nape, and the other crawls down her back, feeling the lines of tautness under wet silk and soft, pliable skin until I pull up her open robes and grab her ass to push her up and against me, forcing her labia to open and spread around the main vein of my cock as I drag her up along it until my tip brushes past her clitoris and then slides between her lower lips and against her wet, clenching opening.
And, slowly, making her savor it, making her feel it for every second that it takes, without letting go of her trapped tongue, I push her down my cock.
There are no wafting clouds of steam as I plunge my burning heat into her cool body. There are no hissing noises. Nothing other than…
Than a moaning girl hugging my body, smiling against our pressed lips, her eyes briefly opening in something lidded and deliriously happy when they meet mine.
I roar.
I roar and stand up, her pussy traveling the last few inches of my cock when I do so, Wiz falling back, hanging from her hands around my neck as I take her to the nearest crate and set her on top of it, surrounded by candlelight, a few shafts of light from the narrow windows at the top of the walls falling near enough to her to frame her disheveled beauty.
I can't speak. Not like this. Not when buried inside of her as she looks at me with a mouth open in begging, silent request.
I can't speak.
But I have to make her feel loved. I have to. That's her last command. That's the thing running through my mind, louder and clearer than her earlier line, guiding my thoughts past hurdles I didn't realize were there, letting silenced voices come back, flooding my mind with everything that I not only want to do to Wiz, but that I need to do because there are things other than my wants and desires.
Because there are goals that I cannot reach while selfishly clinging to just… just the self-centered wants of a kid stuck in his room.
So…
So I dive down and nibble on the side of her neck, getting a giggle out of her that makes me feel more euphoric than her lips on my cock. Then I pull back, and the giggle becomes a hiss as her hands claw at the back of my neck, and I… I thrust. I thrust hard enough to make her breasts bounce on top of her, up and down, as her body slides on top of the rattling crate with every single push and pull of my pelvis against the welcoming softness of her rippling, spread thighs.
She shivers, hisses, and moans, writhing under me, her shaking breasts occasionally caressing my chest when I go lower, keeping myself right above her face, delighting in every shift in expression as much as I enjoy the erratic clenching of her walls around me, the tight grip that makes it so hard to pull out and so easy to slide right back in, the suddenly rhythmic suckling when her eyes close and her body goes abruptly rigid even if I don't stop and keep fucking her through the entirety of her orgasm as violet washes across the top of her breasts and her eyes roll back until there's only white showing in them.
Because this is not enough. This is not enough to fulfill my command. This is not enough to make her feel loved. This is just her feeling wanted, desired, needed, but there's a difference, and… and…
And…
And it's hard. It's hard to do what I think I should do because… because I'm not as sure. Not as certain as I've been every other time I've said it before. To Darkness, to Megumin, to Aqua, to Yunyun. To all the girls I've had by my side. To all the girls I shamefully desired in one way or another. The girls it was almost easy to do this with once things went just a little crazier than usual, and I…
I hold her face in my hands once more, still going in and out of her but slower, waiting for her eyes to come back. For lilac smattered with magic candlelight to once again look at me.
And, when she does…
I do something uncharacteristically stupid:
"I love you," I say.
Her eyes widen, and… and that's not enough. That's just a declaration. That's just words said in the heat of the moment. That's just not me doing what she told me to do.
"Wiz…" I say, brushing her long bangs out of the way so that I can see her as clearly as she deserves to be seen. "You are… a wonderful woman. You are extraordinary. You are… gentle, kind, and generous. You are compassionate, enthusiastic, and just the right kind of childish. You are… You are the only Demon King General I'll ever want to lose to."
"Vanir-chan—"
"Is a one-shot wonder, and I would mindbreak her with a single thrust. Really, losing to her would be a disgrace," I say without even thinking about it.
Wiz first blinks up at me with a scandalized expression, only for me to grind my hips down on top of her clitoris, her eyes to widen once again before looking down between us at my cock going in and out of her, and…
And she wraps her arms around my neck, pulls herself up, and laughs by my ear.
"You're terrible," she says with utter delight.
"Not you too. I'm great at sex—"
"Not that! Or… I mean—you are mean."
"Only when you enjoy it," I say, only partially lying.
And that gets her to laugh once again, but then her legs spasm around me, and her head drops back, her long hair cascading behind her, over the crate, as she mutters something unintelligible before her eyes focus right back on mine, and—
"Mister—Kazuma! I am coming! I am coming again, Mister Kazuma!"
"And you'll keep coming as long as I—"
"No! No, please, just—Mister Kazuma, come with me!"
For a single second, I stop at the top of my swing, Wiz's hips powerlessly quivering up my shaft without enough control to properly fuck herself on my cock.
Then I thrust.
As hard as I can. Reckless. Uncaring of that warning signal in the back of my head telling me to pace myself, to make sure she enjoys it, to be certain that she comes right before I do and not—
She bites the side of my neck, something muffled trying to get past her lips, and her whole body goes rigid as she clenches down on me, her entire being begging me to fill her up deeper than a solid cock can.
So I do.
I roar, shooting liquid fire that fills the begging woman up even as I feel like, no matter how much I shoot, I'll have more. That I'll be able to have her dripping my seed down her plush thighs for days. That I'll leave a mark on her she'll never be able to wash away. That I have more and more to give. That I—
I come. Right at the cusp of my climax, I come again.
My arms cross behind her back, and I pull her to me, my fingers digging behind her shoulders as I lift her up, and I keep thrusting, every plunge of my cock inside of her pushing out the seed sloshing in her insides to replenish it with an even greater load. To make her feel herself being filled up anew. To have all the burning desire inside of me pass to her so that she can return it to me with the frantic kisses she rains down all over my face as I keep thrusting more, and more, and more.
Until, finally, there's no more. Until I'm standing by the side of a crate and the tracks of displaced dirt on the floor from when I unknowingly pushed it away from our starting position with my cock inside of Wiz, the woman still deliriously kissing my cheek as something wet slides down my face, and it takes me a moment to realize that's not the drool of a deliriously cockdrunk woman, but…
"Hey," I whisper, my possessive hands trying to gently soothe her. "Hey, please, don't cry."
She shakes her head and keeps kissing me, refusing to speak, so I keep caressing her even as I remain half-hard inside her quivering body until her cool lips reach my mouth, going around my tusks to keep the stream of gentle pecks going, to take my dry lips and soften them with tenderness and salty tears.
I… I hug her tighter, and I walk back to her desk, sitting on it and holding her until she calms down. Until I'm left staring at the smiling, tear-stricken lilac eyes of a Demon Lord General.
"Thank you," she finally says with a rough voice.
"You're… You're welcome," I try to say nonchalantly, only for my own smile to tremble at the corners and my hands to clutch her tightly against me once again.
"You… You didn't have to go so far," she says, resting her face on my chest, listening to a heartbeat that she no longer has, even if she, incomprehensibly, is still capable of blushing in the most delightful of ways.
"You did order me to," I say with a poor attempt at a joke because, no matter how high your Int stat is, cumming your brains out is a thing. A thing that leaves you filled with happy, euphoric, silly thoughts that take up valuable space usually reserved for snark and witticisms rather than pillow talk with a beautiful, curvaceous, happily crying woman.
"I… Mister Kazuma?" she says, the hand resting on my chest suddenly going still.
"Yes?" I ask with rising alarm that only postcoital conversations with Aqua and Darkness have adequately readied me for.
"It was a mild hypnotic."
We remain in silence for a brief moment in which I detachedly take note of how much longer the rays of sunlight coming through the windows of the storeroom are and just how long Wiz and I must've spent here since the start of our first date. You know, the one event in which nobody even remotely sane should say the four-letter word.
"What?" I say, cursing the realization that 'what' is also a four-letter word.
"Just… I thought it would be a fun way to spice things up?" she says, still resting her face on my chest in a way that conveniently makes it so she isn't meeting my eyes.
"I have—I have battled the compulsion to—I—I… No. No. Absolutely not. I kept hearing your voice in my head, telling me to do everything I wanted to do to you! And then you gave me the next order, and—and you ordered me to cum with you! That's just not… that wasn't mild."
"It… I really only take it for better sleep—eep!"
"Sleep," I say to the woman I've lifted so that her eyes are right in front of mine.
She, with a quivering lower lip, nods.
"You take hypnotic tea just because you want to sleep better," I clarify.
"Ye—yes?"
"Do you have trouble sleeping, Wiz?"
"I… sometimes? I worry about the shop's finances and keep thinking about—what are you doing?!" she asks when I stand up and throw her over my shoulder.
"Me? Oh, well, I'm just going to be a good boyfriend and make sure you sleep well tonight?" I say as I walk out of the damn storeroom and walk up the stairs and into the store proper.
"Wh—how?" she asks with rising panic.
"How else? By making sure you're all properly tired."
"Wha—"
"I'm going to fuck you on every single surface of your store, Wiz, so that, no matter where you look when you're working, you won't see impending financial doom, but the place where I flooded your mouth with cum, or the one where I taught you how anal sex feels, or the one where I tried my very best to learn whether undead can be fertile."
"I take potions—"
I open the door at the top of the stairs and walk into a store filled with pointless, faulty, nonsensical, recklessly dangerous magical items where I lost my human form.
Then I sit my Christmas Cake lich on the counter.
"Okay, then, this? This will be the spot where we will learn if you're buying those potions from a reliable seller," I calmly explain to her.
She, with quivering eyes, nods.
And, as I walk between her open legs, she throws her arms around my neck and drags me down into a searing, non-hypnotically-induced kiss.
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All right, the next chapter's finally over and done with. It features the first half of Chris' date and there are some… unexpected events that sidetracked me from the original plan quite a bit. Let's just say there's more character development than raunchy sex in its 8.5 k words of me losing my mind.
Regarding the current chapter… I kinda regret not delving deeper into the hypnosis side of things. I don't think like the chapter would've allowed for more with the current setup, particularly because I think a good induction, the part necessarily skipped over by Wiz getting trigger-happy with her tea, is what would've elevated this. Maybe I'll get to it in another story or another chapter further down the line.
Speaking of other stories, I think I've neglected to announce my latest original project: Lacmere University (https://www.webnovel.com/book/lacmere-university-%E2%80%93-a-tale-of-chivalry-monstergirls-and-tuition_29034165008426005). It has fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true love, miracles… except some of those things aren't yet in the story, and some of them may never be in it. To make up for it, it has monstergirls, though.
Like… lots of monstergirls.
It's pretty darn neat, from what I've been told, and I'm trying to update it once every two weeks. If you let me know what you think of it, I would be more than grateful.
Anyway, that's all I've got right now. Unlike Wiz, I don't have easy access to restful, hypno-induced sleep on demand, and I'm kinda running out of steam. I hope it doesn't show too much on the chapter.
As always, I'd like to thank my credited supporters on Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/Agrippa?fan_landing=true): LearningDiscord, Niklarus, Tinkerware, Varosch, Vergil1989 Crossover King, and Xalgeon. If you feel like maybe giving them a hand with keeping me in the writing business (and getting an early peek at my chapters before they go public, among other perks), consider joining them or buying one of my books on https://www.amazon.com/stores/Terry-Lavere/author/B0BL7LSX2S. Thank you for reading!
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