Day 117 - Blue, Part Two (Explicit)
Shayma was so much more diplomatic than I was. So much. The Hurricane was grumpy and I really didnt bla her, but Shayma was able to calm her down enough to invite her to the petitioners hall. Well, invite might not have been the correct word, but at least The Hurricane agreed to co with a minimum of fuss. Fortunately for her, she didnt actually yell at Shayma, otherwise I might well have rescinded the invitation.
Could I get a teleport? The Hurricane asked. My flight isnt as good as it used to be, she added darkly, which certainly was part of her mood. It wasnt just combat power that was lost to Depletion.
Certainly. Ill put her at the beginning of the hall. Shayma, I have a place for you in the middle of it, and I guess thatll give you ti to appreciate what Ive put together. Probably best not to gawk in front of guests. Actually Ill use [Link] instead of teleport. Tell her to go through the door when shes ready. As huge as the entrance was, I could still connect the sa way. Since Primal Sources had yet to fruit on any of my flowers, and probably wouldnt for another day or so, I didnt quite have as much mana to play with as Id like and the [Link] was a lot more mana efficient.
Yes, Shayma told her. I will et you inside. The door will take you there when youre ready.
The [Link] brought Shayma to an archway on the center pedestal of the audience chamber first, and I hastily reset it for The Hurricane since it didnt seem like she was going to delay long at all.
Oh, wow. I love it! Shayma looked around at the sphere. Id ended up making the outer walls polished black and continued the fractal design in blue, but from Shaymas place in front of the fake core that was barely visible behind all the exposed workings of the mana dynamo.
Good! I an, its kind of your throne room, if you think about it. Youre going to be the one presiding over it if I need to talk to anyone.
Shayma hesitated. Im not sure Im really cut out to sit on a throne, she told .
Well, it doesnt have to be a throne. You can have a comfy armchair instead! Youre the one who needs to be here, so I can make whatever anities you want.
Maybe just a normal chair and a side table? She suggested, tail swishing as she ran her fingers along the railing. For water or whatever?
Your wish is my command. I made as comfortable a wood chair as I could and a small table next to it, making a few notes to myself for when the crafters ca. While I could make things out of so sort of generic wood, it was not tayantan tree wood, and I was very definitely not an expert at furniture. Itd be nice to get Shayma sothing more suitable.
The Hurricane wasnt far behind Shayma, despite the fact that she had to arrive from the front door. Partly that was because even now she wasnt bothering to walk, preferring to stand on her storm Affinity weapon and let it convey her along the hall. Mostly though, it was because shed scrambled after Shayma the mont the door had closed, not even spending a minute to get herself together.
Are you okay with this, by the way? I dont plan to make her a Companion, thats for sure. Having to listen to the fourth-tier all the ti would be unbearable. It was slightly harder to ignore the input from my Companion eyes and ears than it was from Genius Loci, though clearly I could manage it as I had when Id missed Iniris conversation. I was still trying to ignore most of her political discussions, though even thinking about it brought her senses to the forefront of my consciousness. The poor woman was suffering through a long and stilted speech from so lesser noble or another.
Oh, certainly. Im not worried youll like her more than , or anything. Shayma smiled as she settled into the chair. I think the only problem is she might keep pestering you afterward. She seed very...insistent.
Id noticed that myself!
The Hurricane zipped through into the audience hall as we were speaking, not paying much attention to all the spectacle Id put together. She was a fourth-tier though, and probably had seen plenty of amazing sights in Great Dungeons and mana springs. The flying sort of ruined the mood of the room, though, and made wonder if there was anything I could do to stop it in the future. Maybe so sort of Field, though I had no idea how I could make one with that particular effect.
At least she had the good grace to touch down on the petitioners dais, standing on top of the pole as usual, narrowing her eyes at the faux core. All right, she said. Im here.
Shayma responded without any prompting. State what you wish to petition Blue for.
Purification, she said, starting to add sothing then cutting herself off. It seed she was on her best behavior for this, though I wasnt sure how long that would last.
Blue is anable to that, but there will be a price.
I wasnt going to do it for free, and since I didnt want another Companion nor did I want to make a Bargain, itd have to be a more normal transaction. Id been thinking it over and I figured there were two things she could do for . Mostly I want her to be available for escort duty the next ti you go sowhere, I told Shayma. Plus I think she could probably give so pointers to Annit. Wind and storm are pretty close Affinities, arent they? Although it might be a trial for Annit to get along with the Hurricane long enough for that. Id leave it up to her if she wanted to try it.
As long as it is a price I can pay.
Its quite simple. Blue rely wants you to escort at a future date, and provide so training to another Classer in his employ.
Simple but thats more of an ask than you think. She crossed her arms and looked unhappy. Im Haerlish's fourth-tier and I cant be stuck here for years or months or even weeks. Plus, Im not going to fight another mage-king even if I am immune to depletion.
I guess that makes sense, but yeah were not going to be fighting Tor Kot, well let the Adamant Fortress do that. Im thinking she can escort you to wherever that last cube is and maybe make a distraction while you take it. Unfortunately, so far as I knew locating the final piece of the Fortress was up to Shayma. Nobody else had [Seeker]. Im thinking maybe a week from now for that?
There was, to one way of thinking, no need to need to delay even that much. Shayma was healed up, I couldnt think of many things we could do to prepare that wouldnt take a long ti, and while we hadnt had any discussions with Iniri or anyone about it, it was the next logical step. Yet, Shayma had only just finished healing her arms, and real people couldnt just keep going forever. If there wasnt so incredibly urgent need to go imdiately, a few days off to rest, refocus, and reorganize would be worthwhile, plus I was hoping the crafters could make her so new gear. She was still wearing what I assud was scavenged clothing from the city.
Blue suggests the escort will be needed in one week.
Fine. I accept.
All right, then I guess we do this thing. I wasnt going to let her into my core room, so I hastily put together another chamber. Not that I was lacking in space. I chose one at random and swept it clean, making the walls the sa polished onyx as the audience chamber with blue highlights.
Blue accepts as well.
Yes! Finally! Gonna get so dungeon sex! The Hurricane instantly shifted from dour and grumpy to sparkling and excited, which made have second thoughts about agreeing. I already thought she was a little bit crazy and anyone whose mood shifted that quickly was either bonkers or faking it.
Nonetheless, the mont I built a [Purifiers Breeding Station], those concerns seed a lot less relevant. Proof that despite being far more in control than before, such things still affected my mind. Do you want to put you near Annit and Keri? I asked Shayma, weaving a Link through an archway I was putting together in front of an ecstatic The Hurricane.
Ooh, yes! I havent seen them in a couple days. Shaymas eyes lit, and I felt really bad for the fact that I hadnt made sure the three of them had regular contact. Keri and Annit may not have even known she was still alive, closeted as they were in the healing ward. So Shayma went through one archway, and The Hurricane through another.
In deference to the fourth-tiers professed appetites, Id structured the breeding station more like the first one Id ever created, a sort of iron maiden of black flesh and wriggling tendrils. I thought it might have been too much, but the mont she spotted it her eyes flashed and her clothes disappeared. Actually disappeared, all at once in an instant, the loose robe vanishing to sowhere else. It had to be either a Skill or so strange item. She cackled gleefully and plunged her pole into the stone floor, leaving it quivering there as she hurled herself at the station.
Fortunately for my sensibilities despite her size she was well enough ford, with wide hips and breasts that, on her fra, gave her a fair bust. Her skin betrayed more of her mystic blood than her hair did, veins of green spreading out from her spine like lichtenberg lines, the rest of her an ash-grey. Without her clothing, even her face was the sa dull shade. The only points of color other than the markings on her back were her nipples and the inner part of her sex, which were both aquamarine, like her hair.
I managed to take that in before she slamd into the breeding station with enough impact that I could feel it strain the dungeon-flesh and almost certainly hard enough to bruise her, fourth-tier or not. Though I had a lot more control over the [Purifiers Breeding Station] than Id had when Id first started, it seed the form Id chosen had a mind of its own because several looped coils snapped out to pin her limbs before I thought to do so, suspending her midair.
Her lust flared through the link, as intense as the first ti Id built a breeding chamber, and she lted against the restraints as they wound down her arms and up her legs. Oo-ooh yes, lock in here! Fuck forever! She babbled. Though I hadnt intended to initially, I followed her desire by closing the door of the breeding station. The light from the outside chamber was cut off, and she nearly orgasd just from the sight of it, wetness dripping down her thigh. Apparently she really liked the idea of being imprisoned in a dungeons breeding station.
Even though I hadnt really planned to, her mood infected and the next tendril I made was a breeding tendril, a thick and ridged cock sliding between her spread legs. She whimpered as it slid against her slick pussy, which was the only noise that interrupted her constant stream of words. Oh gods I can feel it and I can feel it feel this is amazing and its going to split in half and it will be so good and -
I shut her up by shoving a breeding tendril into her mouth. She moaned and imdiately started sucking, tongue playing with the ridges on it as she slurped. Even that didnt actually make her quieter, just muffled what she was saying as she tried to talk and suckle at the sa ti. Her entire body clenched with eager anticipation, and I could feel it, her burning need to be taken and filled and used.
Drawing one of my breeding tendrils against her folds, I wet it on her own arousal before starting to ease it into her, only to be t by a wave of discontent. I freed her mouth to find out why. - just teasing , fuck godsdammit, break in half, dont just poke and - I shut her up again, thickening the cock she had in her mouth while I drove the other one into her with a single thrust. I still held back a bit, worried about hurting her, but that turned out to be needless. Not only was she so wet that I drove into her with unexpected force, but her fourth-tier constitution ant that when she squeezed down on I realized I was the one who might get hurt, not her.
Satisfaction and pleasure surged from her as I hamred the breeder into her pussy, giving her a rougher treatnt than Id given anyone else so far, but despite that I could tell that she wanted to be filled more. She was leaking wildly from both her mouth and pussy, slobbering and dripping and moaning as I stretched them both to my satisfaction, but that wasnt anywhere near enough to satisfy her. I pressed a third breeder against her ass, feeling her excitent jump another notch, writhing against the bonds. The tiny entrance resisted a little, but her hunger to have inside her could not be denied, so I drove into her without rcy, cock slick with so dungeon-biology lubricant.
She ca instantly. I wasnt expecting it, and the rush of pleasure overwheld my last reserve at treating her too roughly. Instead of tensing up, she hung limp as she shuddered, milking all three breeders and making happy crooning noises around the one in her mouth when I sped up. Her pleasure cascaded into mine and crested as I ca the first ti, marking her insides with my cum and make her moan happily, swallowing it all with careless greed.
The feel of it just made her hungrier, I could feel it raging out of control as even in the throes of orgasm she only wanted more. Thicker, harder, faster. Without even thinking about it I forced a second breeder into her pussy, and she lted into the bonds holding her. Her grey flesh went nearly white as I stretched her in different directions, making her moan in hoarse pleasure from the strain. By now each thrust was rocking her back and forth against the bonds, filling her sloppy holes while her mouth worshipped . Her breath panted through her nose, clearly not giving even the slightest thought to relinquishing the breeder in her mouth as she licked and sucked with frantic abandon.
The force I was using would have brutalized soone lower-tier and she wasnt anywhere near satisfied, wriggling as I fucked her. Then my tendrils slamd against the entrance to her womb and she squeaked, the feel of that contact like an electric jolt through her system sending her into a toe curling incoherently burbling orgasm. I couldnt understand what she was mumbling as she trembled but I could guess she was begging for more.
From that much I was staring to get so prickles from various [Skills], like [Soul Perception], but I was too lost in the drowning sea of Mildreds hunger. She wasnt anywhere near satisfied anyway, so I drove a third breeder into her insatiable pussy and a second into her shockingly needy asshole, feeling her excitent as I stretched her beyond what I thought was healthy or even possible.
She shivered and moaned and bucked in pleasure as I fucked her with six cocks at once, feeling that even that wasnt enough for her. Now with each thrust I drove the cocks as deeply as they would go, making her twitch with fervent desperation, squeezing hard over until I ca too. With even more seed soaking into her, filling her from both ends as it poured inside, [Soul Perception] beca even clearer, but I could barely care about that.
Mildred hung there in total darkness, trapped inside the breeding chamber with the flesh of it binding her in place, hanging her in the air while I forced myself into her every hole, and still she wanted more. If anything the overwhelming sensation of it only fed her desires, her body clamping down against my motions and forcing to push through it, her strength competing against mine just to fuck her properly. Even with that, she just pressed back hungrily, trying to force more of into her.
Since she wanted more, I graduated from ridges to more exotic things. If I could change the shape of my tendrils, why not give her the full experience. I drove my cock into her throat, forcing her to draw breath between each thrust and getting another wave of approving pleasure from her, then changed the ridges to studs, raking and tugging at her insides. She wriggled, wanting only more, so the studs expanded, hardening to tease her more thoroughly. Small mouths bit at her whenever I bottod out, teeth nipping at the most tender points inside her. She still wasnt satisfied, wanting to give her sothing more extre, and that was enough to make pull back slightly from the heady lust and realize sothing was wrong. I was wrong, almost fully consud by her twisted needs.
It was only then that I noticed her hit points were dropping. In fact Id apparently already done more damage to her than shed taken in the first elite fight. Suddenly I realized that just because she wanted more didnt make it a good idea to give her more. Dungeon breeding instincts were perfectly happy to fuck soone forever, and Purifier didnt stop from hurting her because she wanted it. She was either twisted enough or needy enough that I could literally fuck her to death and no instincts would stop or even warn .
I almost stopped. I couldnt, not entirely. I was still compelled and lusty and wanted to finish this, but I stopped ravaging her. Id gotten way more extre than I ever wanted to from her influence, so I pulled way, way back. I had known I shouldnt touch the crazy. She whimpered as I slid all the extra breeders out, but I made it up to her. One pressed tight against the entrance to her womb, one stretched her ass, and one filled her mouth as I brought in extra tendrils and wrapped them over her, covering her head to foot, but especially wrapping tight about her breasts and clit. Then I made things vibrate.
I wasnt subtle about it, either. Even if I absolutely had gone overboard before, she clearly wanted things rough and I was betting shed never felt a vibrator, let alone had them pressed against every erogenous zone she had. Even the one one on her lower back and her feet. The pleasure jolted through her clit, and she strained against the enwrapping tendrils as I stimulated her breasts, forced into a sudden orgasm as I swept the vibrations along her body in waves, in toward her clit. The numb bruising that Id given her turned into a sweet ache that only served to heighten every throb and shiver.
She squeezed around and didnt stop, trembling and panting but not willing to be satisfied with simple pleasure. I wasnt going to hurt her any further though, and so I just kept the vibration going, stimulating her directly, keeping her wrapped in dungeon-flesh and piping in air so she could breathe while I played with her clit and her nipples. The breeders kept her filled for orgasm after orgasm as the hunger slowly shifted into pure, white-out bliss. Still, the vague fuzz I could see with [Soul Perception] refused to crystallize as her inner flesh shivered and squeezed hard enough to hurt, but even that felt good against the backdrop of the sheer intensity of her need for . But that feel of her around three of my cocks trembling and wanting, was itself torture as it refused to turn into an actual orgasm.
I was feeling desperate when, nearly an hour in, she abruptly sagged as the continuous, forced orgasm overwheld her. Finally I was allowed to co, instantly flooding her with my seed as the breeding window appeared. The fuzz crystallized into a concrete light, running through her body.
Breeding options:
Rejuvenate: Restore so health, stamina, mana: 10 biomass, 2000 mana
Revitalize: Restore the body to pri condition
Purify: Removes all forms of depletion by replacing all of targets energy with dungeon core mana reserve: 31,300 mana
Affinity Modification: Shifts targets primary mana Affinity: 31,300 mana, 79 Source of desired Affinity.
Affinity Addition: Adds Affinity to targets mana: 31,300 mana, 79 Source of desired Affinity.
When I selected [Purify], I watched very carefully. All that mana encapsulated the crystalline threads and forms inside The Hurricane in an instant, showing that I was missing most of what was there. To judge by the outline it was monstrously complex, and as The Hurricane started glowing, the Skill or whatever it was actually started making alterations. I couldnt even follow the speed, let alone the detail, so I knew I had no hope of doing it myself, but I could at least try to understand.
It seed that [Purify] needed access to the soul, and it needed whatever channels were opened by intimacy. Sex that actually satisfied. It made wonder if I shared so heritage with succubi, or, well, incubi in my case. I would have to ask to see if those existed in this world.
That wasnt the only component though, because her Purification tir was more than an hour. It was an hour and a half, and the only explanation I got for it was a notation next to it reading [Fertility Penalty.] As explanations went it was better than most the overlay gave , since it ant that yes, being female was required, at least for how I worked, and that the ability to bear children was sohow involved. Given that The Hurricane was, so far as I understood it, sowhere in her fifties despite how she looked, having children would be incredibly difficult. Since there were stories of sacrificing firstborn and the like, I wondered if this ability sohow fed off of the potential for children, whether biological or taphysical.
Unfortunately I doubted many people would be able to fill in with more than speculation, even Ansae. Soul magic was generally banned and I could see the various reasons for that, especially given the ridiculous complexity of whatever [Purify] was doing. Trying to do this manually would be like trying to perform heart surgery with a spoon. While blindfolded.
[Soul Perception] advances to 6.
Despite all the work that it was doing I couldnt see any noticeable difference until right before the tir ended. Then, suddenly, all the encapsulating mana coalesced and I had a glimpse of the finished Soul-work. The Hurricanes soul was a lot brighter and more complex and, if I had to guess, more complete than it had been before. There were more lines, more branches, and more connections, though the overall shape hadnt been changed much. There seed to be so subtle difference at the edges, but I couldnt pursue that as the perception vanished with the tir.
The [Purifiers Breeding Station] dumped her unceremoniously on the ground as it vanished, sothing which Id completely forgotten about. Apparently that was enough to rouse her, and she staggered to her feet, wild-eyed.
Wow! I an, wow! That was the best thing ever! She giggled, staggering over to lean against the wall. One hand slid down between her legs, where her gaping holes still drooled black seed. Ooh, Im going to be feeling this for a while, mmm. I love it. She tottered over to the weapon shed left driven into the stone and leaned on it, flexing fingers and toes. Oh yeah, this Purified thing is amazing. All my Skills are back! Even[Cloud Dancer]! I forgot about that one, got eaten at level one. Gotta try that one out.
She grabbed the staff and dashed for the [Linked] archway. I didnt even think to turn it off, just watching in amazent as she popped through and jumped on top the staff, zipping back out of the entrance hall with renewed speed. The Hurricane took off into the sky, still completely naked and whooping at the top of her lungs.
It took an embarrassingly long ti to realize she wasnt coming back.
I had been so stupid. Id known The Hurricane was unstable and full of things I didnt want to deal with, and in just trying to Purify her Id nearly killed her because she was so ssed up. Id thought maybe itd be useful to have her on my side and for that Id gotten not only what was in hindsight a fairly horrifying experience, but also a complete brush-off for what she owed.
I hadnt realized that whoever was inside the breeding station could have such an effect on . Clearly I needed to be a lot more careful both with who I agreed to Purify and how I did agreents. [Tempered Wisdom] and common sense both agreed that I had to hold The Hurricane to account sohow for breaking an agreent with , and I had to make sure nobody did it in the future.
Id have to take things more seriously from now on.
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