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Kama-sutra Chapter 1
“The Kama-sutra is a misunderstood book. It isn’t only about the sex positions as the countless translations that only publish that portion of the book would have you believe. That only takes up about 20% of the book.
“What it is actually about is the union of man and woman, both physical and spiritual – “
“Hey Mister, Robby said you had the dough. He said you’d give me some if I sucked your cock. Why don’t you shut your trap and whip out your dick already?”
The one who had so rudely interrupted me was a sickly pale young girl. Her eyes were sunken and ringed with dark shadows while she kept fidgeting and rubbing her left forearm that was riddled with puncture scars.
A drug addict. One undergoing withdrawal.
Robbie was the local drug dealer for the shady neighbourhood I had found myself in after being released from jail.
Why did I serve time? Well, which visionary didn’t serve time? Nelson Mandela served time, Gandhi served time, hell, Galileo was put to death by the church.
I wasn’t a criminal, just misunderstood.
Uhhh… well, that aphrodisiac fuelled orgy might have been the wrong way to go about promoting the Kama-sutra but… we all live and learn.
“Whoa, slow down girl, I’ll put some stuff on the burner, but you have to promise to listen to what I have to say.”
The girl nodded swiftly. At this point, she’d sell her soul to the devil for a pinch of crack.
She was so young, probably still at the school-going age. I decided that ridding her of her addiction would be the first step to my come-back.
It would be a charming story of the teachings of the Kama-sutra overcoming the evil lure of drugs. I could just imagine the rows of reporters.
Snapping out of my reverie at the impatient noises made by the girl, I turned around and began to mix different amounts of the powdered herbs I had in containers on a shelf behind me.
The thing is, I was a graduate student of chemistry, specializing in the field of pharmacology.
But when I was first introduced to the Kama-sutra by my adventurous girlfriend, I found my new calling.
I realized the depths of its teachings. The vastness of its philosophy.
Kama-sutra is love. Kama-sutra is life.
So, I dropped out and began preaching the gospel of love all over the country. I faced resistance at first but soon, I gained popularity among the youth and was being hailed as the love sage. The Sex Guru.
But good things don’t last long.
By following the fuzzy instructions in the Kama-sutra about herbal aphrodisiacs and combining it with my modern scientific know-how, I got quite adept at creating non-addicting mood-altering agents.
Having gathered together with volunteers, I began putting them to the test. It was a wild success. It was a wilder night.
From then, it became a regular feature of my work.
Until one day, cops busted the doors down and caught all of us with our pants down, literally. Then… then you can guess what happened.
Tantric Sex Guru Drugs Followers.
That was the headline the next day. I was done for.
Now, out after five years due to my good behaviour, here I was, stony broke and preaching to a druggie in a hovel in the shadier parts of town.
I finally finished mixing the herbs.
Obviously, I wasn’t interested in tapping a druggie, let alone, her age was below my strike zone. I wanted to have her relax, take the edge off he withdrawal symptoms so she could listen to me.
I put the powder in an earthen incense burner and lit it. A thin wisp of pure white smoke soon emanated from it and spread out across the room.
The smoke was tinted a slight pink from the light coming from the table lamp I had with a red lampshade.
The girl greedily sniffed in the smoke and I could see her slowly calm down, her fidgeting reduced and her breaths grew less urgent even as some glimmer of clarity returned to her eyes.
I smiled inwardly in self-satisfaction. It looked like I still hadn’t lost the magic touch.
Settling down on my yoga mat, cross-legged, I opened my mouth to preach again.
*BAM*BAM*BAM*
The sound of someone ponding against the door resounded through the tiny apartment.
*CRRACK*
The door was kicked off its hinges and two uniformed cops burst in with their guns out. I had a sinking feeling in my gut. It gave me a strong sense of Déjà vu.
Seeing that no one threatening was inside the room, they holstered their guns and brought out their batons.
One looked at the girl, “We were told you had tinys…”
“We were told you had drugs…” said the other as he looked at the burner.
“But never in our wildest dreams did we expect you to have…” then together, “both tinys and drugs.”
“Wait! Officers, I can explain! This isn’t what it looks like. I was just trying to get the girl off her drugs and this smoke, it’s purely herbal. I swear!”
Suddenly, the girl spoke up while giggling, “Mister, we all know weed is a herb. Hehe. Oi, Mister Cop, can I have some of the stuff before you take me in? Please, I’m at my limit… I’ll suck your cock.”
Damn, damn, damn, stupid drug-addled girl, you’ll kill me!
I turned around, desperate to explain, when I was met with the sight of a police baton enlarging in my eyes.
Then my world went dark.
***
“Hey, Tom, did you have to hit the bugger that hard? I don’t think he is breathing.” Said Bart as he looked at the prone form of the man spread-eagled on the floor.
Tom shrugged, “Don’t sweat it. He resisted arrest and accidents happen. Right?”
“But…” began Bart.
Tom leaned in and spoke into his ear. “Besides, he has history of being a scum and… the bigshot whose daughter he enticed into his drug-fuelled orgy wasn’t entirely happy when he heard that the bugger was free again. He’ll take care of it.”
He showed a number with his fingers. “Keep shut, yeah?”
Hesitant, Bart showed another number. Tom nodded.
Then the both of them worked together to haul the corpse out of the room and into their jeep outside, while the panicking girl followed.
STC Chapter 73
The Power of Creation – Chapter 260
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“Fire!” You shout.
Pffftt…
“Glaaaaa…” Foam is dripping out of the side of Grimhilde’s mouth.
“Eeeeee…” Megara moans wordlessly in despair.
“Captain Hero! The Pussy Canons have dried up!” Ariel declares.
Your fists tighten on the wheel. “And to think, we were so close.”
“Actually, we got all of the little harpies. The remaining survivors ran away.” Ariel explains.
“Little harpies? What does that mean?”
Ariel points behind the ship, and you look to see one massive harpy left. You blink a few times as your eyes adjust to its size. It’s a massive naked woman. Calling her massive isn’t saying she’s like the giantess Kida. Rather, she’s even larger than Mushu or Mulan when they’re in dragon forms. Her tits, while only about the D’s on a regular woman, are about the size of the entire airship each. Your mouth falls open.
“That’s one big bitch!” You shout.
“Daaaaamnnn you… huuumaaaaans.” Her voice cries out, but it sounded like talking was not natural for her. “I KIIIILLLLL ALLL Huuumaaaans.”
“The harpy queen likely doesn’t have the same weaknesses as her spawn!” Ariel declares. “A little water won’t bring her down.
“Well, yeah, even if it knocks her to the ground, she’s barely flying as is!” You cry out.
Although the harpy queen has wings, they barely can get it off the ground. That’s to say it is flying fifty meters off the ground, but when you compare it to her over all size, if she suddenly lost flight the subsequent fall would be the equivalent of jumping down from a playground set, hardly a fall to the death. However, the harpy queen was a beautiful creature, just like all of her minions. Each flap of the wings caused the hill sized breasts to bounce up and down. The slapping of her tits as they came down her chest were sufficient to create a thunderous clap each time she flaps towards them.
“There is only one way this is going to end.” You sigh.
“Hero?” Ariel asks.
“I’m going to go fight it, and buy you all time to escape.”
“Fight? Isn’t that the wrong “f” word?” Ariel muses.
“…” You sigh. “Sometimes, I think you know me too well.”
Activating a flying spell, you take off from the side of the airship, heading toward the massive monster.
“Gigapenis, activate!” Your pants explode off of you as a massive thing appears in front of the harpy queen.
It stops racing forward, noticing a massive object blocking its path. It looks curiously down at it.
“Whaaaats daaaat?” The giant looks down at the massive thing jutting from your small flying form, so complete oversized that from a distance it just looks like a giant floating cock and balls.
“Your defeat!” You declare proudly.
You turn and spin, sending the cock into a side sweep as the harpy bends over to examine your junk. It hits the side of the harpy’s face with a clap. Although the harpy is the size of a small mountain, the dick comparatively is still larger. This is a dick that fucks planets. It’s still the length of the Harpies arm and as thick as half of her head. Being struck by that hard-massive thing immediately knocked the lights out of the already barely sentient monster queen.
It falls to the ground, stumbles and then trips over a small hill. As luck would have it, it lands on its knees, with its butt up in the air. The harpy immediately tries to bring itself back up, pushing with its arms. Before it can do so, you charge penis first. Your gigadick impales her, remarkably sliding into the path of least resistance, her giant pussy! As a siren-like species that depends on seducing humans and other monsters, harvesting their cum for babies, and then eating the rest… this massive harpy is as built for sex as all the little ones.
Although the vaginal hole isn’t a real sex organ for the harpy, the harpy naturally evolved to take the phallus of a large variety of monsters. Despite their small bodies, a harpy could survive bring impaled by a giant’s cock. The inside womb being replaced with a massive gooey pouch that can expand up to their chest and tighten at will. Unlike your other girls, this is a bitch that can take even the gigadick! You let out a moan as it slides all the way in. To your shock, you find yourself only a few meters away from a massive gaping maw surrounded by pussy lips, currently filled with your dick. Had the harpy queen just been a little larger, you might have ended up going inside!
The sensation of 99.999% of your body mass being squeezed inside this tight pussy is indescribable. It is completely unlike the skyhole, which only was only a tight ring or pressure that ran up and down your gigadick. Of course, with the dick shoved into the harpy down to her chest, it also served to pin her down to the ground.
“Naaaaa….. sooooo ffuuuuulll” The harpy lets out an orgasmic cry, enjoying the filling of having it’s vaginal pouch filled to the brim, the stretching feeling being an experience harpies rarely feel with their universal pussies.
Still, harpy’s have pussies designed to please the male fucking them. In a normal feeding, a harpy would swoop down while the entranced male whips out his dick. She mounts him and gives him intense pleasure before biting and eating him alive while still fucking him. If she was lucky, he’d cum, which would result in her cocooning and forming more creatures.
However, you had knocked this big bitch over with your cock before sliding it from behind. This was a disadvantageous position for the harpy queen. With her face shoved into the ground, she had no choice but to take it as you used your whole body to slide in and out of her. Naturally, as a flying little person at the end of a massive gigapenis, this is performed magically and you don’t feel any discomfort. From Ariel’s distance, it only looks like a giant winged harpy bent over a hill moaning as a disembodied massive dick pounds her cunnie.
“Ahhnnn… gooooooddd….. c-c-cuummmmming!”
Harpy lust bursts forth from the pussy lips as your dick pounds in roughly. You stop short of going the last few meters, letting out a breath of relief. Only a few feet in front of you is essentially a waterfall of gooey pussy juice. If the pussy canons smelled pungent before, this smelled like dunking your head in a barrel of sex! Had this harpy queen been more of a squirter, you might have been washed away by the torrent of lady cum. You narrowly avoided become drenched in pussy!
“I’m cumming!” You declare, reaching your limit in the given situation.
“Yyeeeeesss…. Ccuuuuum!” The beast howls.
Of course, you have no intention of impregnating a queen and making more queens. Harpy’s grew by fucking and eating humanoid creatures. If they got the seed, they’d cocoon and multiply. Then, they would eat again. Basically, as they grew bigger and bigger, there drive to procreate would increase. They’d be less inclined to eat and more inclined to fuck. So young harpies might eat a victim only a few seconds into the sex process, giving the man no time to cum, while a full developed harpy might go for ten minutes before eating, hopefully given the helpless man time to deliver her seed before she eats him and cocoons. A harpy queen forms when a harpy never manages to get a man to cum.
Basically, this harpy had a series of bad luck, fucking men who were afraid or cum shy, and thus it ate without ever going through a division. As it grew, it became too scary for men to want to mate with it, and eventually, it got too big to mate entirely. Thus, this queen harpy grew out of eating countless wayward travelers, while never getting to procreate like the other harpys. As to how long it took to get that size and how many men it had to eat, that’d be anyone’s guess. At its current size, however, if it did cocoon, it’s offshoots would undoubtedly already be large enough to be considered queens of their own right.
Of course, you consider this into your calculations, and come inside the creature anyway. The harpy queen moans orgasmically as it feels itself being filled with man-cum for the first time in its many years of life. Finally, this queen would fulfill its duty and be able to procreate. This was the happiest day of its life. You keep pumping it full of cum, the creature waiting to cocoon once you stop filling it up. A bright smile glistens its face, and you have to avoid another torrent of pussy waterfall.
You’d been listening to your own women orgasm for the last six hours without doing anything, so you have a lot of built up stress. This almost mindless queen is just the ticket. The last time your gigapenis came, it created a tsunami large enough to create its own spinoff franchise. Of course, you limited the amount of cum this time, but even 1/100th that amount would be more than a single creature could contain.
With your dick as the cork, you kept cumming and cumming. The queen roars and squirms as more and more hot sticky white stuff is pumped into it. It’s pouch which could store literally tons of cum quickly filled to the brim. The more cum inside it, the more pleasure it felt. With this much cum, it could divide 100 times, no, a thousand times. In the blink of an eye, the entire army you painfully destroyed could be renewed by this single queen. Still, more cum raced forth. Your cock injects it so deeply and blocks the only exit, so the cum has no place to escape. Soon, the harpy queen starts to swell up, the cum exceeding the capacity of the pouch. Cum starts to leak out its mouth, its ears, its eyes.
It’d be a gruesome sight, except the harpy feels no pain, only the most wonderful pleasure it has ever felt in its life. Harpies are designed to feel pleasure upon contact with semen, and the more semen, the more pleasure. with the amount pumped into this poor creature, she was feeling an orgasm a hundred thousand times more powerful than anything her sisters got to feel. Even if death immediately followed, the nearly mindless creature didn’t care, it was in perpetual bliss.
“Aiiiiiii…. Thhhhhheeeeeee beeeeeeestttt…. Iiiii Looooovvveee smmmmaaaaaalllll huuuummmaaan!”
Just as it manages to get that out, the overflow capacity is reached and broken. The harpy explodes in a violent eruption like a popped balloon. From the airship, as Ariel unstraps all the shivering and partially unconscious women, she sees a giant white mushroom cloud. A few moments later, something warm splashes on her cheek. She reaches up and touches it, it’s white sticky stuff she is very familiar with. More of it starts falling down until it turns into a downpour.
Naturally, it is cum. The cumfall rains down for about thirty minutes until if finally stops. By the time it’s done, as far as the eye could reach looks like it has been covered in foam or perhaps snow. You inadvertently impregnated ten women in nearby villages during the subsequent cumstorms, but you wouldn’t learn about those baby mommas until much later.
The Power of Creation – Chapter 259
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“Nyaaa!” The last harpy falls from the sky while making an erotic victory sign, its face covered in white spooge and a grin on its face.
Ariel runs to you on the deck, only slipping two or three times on the various cum piles that have covered the entire ship. It looks like winter, except the white stuff isn’t snow.
“There are even more of them coming from behind!” She warns.
“Damn it!” You curse, “They just keep coming! Will it never end?”
Grimhilde, who had been pouting below with the other demon lords for the last three hours during this battle finally made her way on deck. She carefully avoided the cum as she made her way over with her dress up in her hands, although her eyes were saying that she wanted to leap into the cum and make cumangels. There was no ending her addiction now.
“My love, you’re fighting… harpies?” Grimhilde’s eyes flash. “Don’t tell me you’ve been using your sperm, have you?”
“Yeah, well, the girls didn’t want to use the milk?” You sigh.
Grimhilde shook her head in agitation. “No, no… that’s not it. Harpies are a really strange creature! They’re sirens of the air, but the way they reproduce is by… coming in contact with male seed.”
“Say what now?”
“Their skin absorbs cum! They use that to become pregnant! That’s why they make erotic sounds when you shoot them. You’ve been giving them an all they can eat breeding frenzy!”
“B-but they fall!” You gasp. “I’ve been impregnating and murdering pregnant harpies!”
“No, hero, as soon as they become pregnant, they go into a cocooned state. By the time they reach the ground, they’re already incased in a protective barrier. After about 30 minutes, the casing breaks open, and five or six new harpies emerge! Please, hero, tell me! How many harpies have you blasted with your cum?”
“Oh… I don’t know…” You count on your fingers. “50-60…”
Grimhilde breathes in relief. “Oh, that’s not too bad.”
“Thousand…”
“What!? Did you say 50,000?”
“Well, they keep coming!”
“That’s because so do you!” Grimhilde cries out, “We’re doomed! That’s like a quarter million harpies! Do you know what they’ll do? Even with their obvious weakness they could wipe out half the world!”
“So… you’re saying don’t cum on them…”
“My love! You’re very cute some of the time and with all this cum around me I feel like I’m floating in heaven, but please take this seriously!”
“The only other liquid we have is milk…” You sigh.
“Then use the damn milk!”
“Hey, criminal, we’re out of milk!” Moana shouts. “A dirty Jasmine needed extra cleaning, Geheheheh…”
“You, stop touching my little sister that way, you creep!” Elena shouts followed by a slapping sound.
“Hey, you don’t understand, I’m pro-tiny!”
“That’s the problem!”
You ignore the fighting coming from the door and turn back to Grimhilde. “No milk.”
Grimhilde sniffs. “Well, you’re going to have to come up with something.”
You lower your head with a nod of acceptance. “I understand. Grimhilde, I’m going to need your help. You… and all the other girls.”
Grimhilde grins. “Finally, you put trust in us demon lords. It’s about time.”
A few moments later.
“Ahhhh! You bastard! This isn’t what I had in mind!” Grimhilde screams from the side of the ship.
“This is so naughty!” Medusa muses. “I could never be so lustful as to think of this.”
“Release this great one! She can’t stand for this humiliation.” Mulan cries.
“As expected of Warrior… hah hah hah…” Snow White has a dirty look on her face. “Turning even battle into a way to embarrass me.”
“If this is what is required to fight, I will do my best as Rookie commands.” Kida mutters, but her eyes are closed and she seems to be trying to abandon her brain.
There is a low buzzing noise sounding out throughout the ship. Along the sides of the ship are each woman, laid out over the edge like you had once taken Tiana, except it isn’t their head hanging off the edge, but their pussy. Their bodies are in contraptions that looks a bit like human-sized crossbow without the string, their legs are tied up and spread into V’s, baring their pussies to the outside of the ship.
There also appears to be an apparatus on their pussies, a small thing touches their clit, vibrating vigorously, while a dildo on a hinge is ramming them erotically. In essence, over twenty harem girls are strapped along the sides of the ship with their pussies lined up like canons. This is the ultimate in aerial warfare, the newly designed pussy canon!
Only two girls have been spared. The first is Jasmine, who has been regulated to drink duty. She runs around, giving the girls water to drink. You, of course, are able to summon some glasses of water to keep your women hydrated. You aren’t cruel, after all. As to why you didn’t just summon water to wash out the harpy menace. That’s a good question with a very logical answer.
The second girl who was spared is actually Ariel, who is standing…
“You’re seriously not going to explain it!” Mulan cries out.
Ariel is standing by you. In front of her is some kind of computerized control panel. You’re showing her how to use it.
“Sigh… they’re really not…” Grimhilde reserved herself for being used as a pussy canon, at least when this was all over she could lick the deck clean to cheer herself up.
“Oh… what’s this button do?” Ariel touches a button.
“Aiiiii!” Nala screams out, a second later a burst of squirted lust shoots out fifty feet from the ship, a spray of it being caught in the wind like seamist or a dolphin blow while the rest falls harmlessly down.
You nod. “The girls are all hooked up to devices that stimulate them sexually. Using a technique I developed, they are denied orgasms until you flip the switch. Then, all their sexual lust comes out at once and they shoot. Of course, I’ve amplified the effect with magic several times, so they’re squirting is top notch.”
“Ooo… can I be strapped to one?” Ariel asks excitedly.
“Maybe later, for now, I need you to man the canons. You’re going to be fighting off the harpies. You got to launch just as a harpy comes nearby. The girls don’t have my surefire aim, so when they pop, it’s more like a shotgun blast with lady mist, so you should be able to hit any harpy within fifty meters. Remember that once you shoot a pussy canon, it’s gonna take her a few minutes to recover. I’ve sped things up again, so these bitches will be squirting like crazy, but try not to overuse any pussy.”
“Yes, hero…” Ariel nods excitedly.
“Alright, first mate Ariel, are you ready to make two dozen women squirt buckets?” You ask.
Ariel salutes. “Yes, Captain Hero! I was born for this!”
“I’ll take the helm, fire on my mark!”
You leap behind the wheel and start turning he ship, readying to head back into the countless waves of harpies approaching.
“P-prince… please… you don’t have to do this, this is crazy!” Ursula shouts out in one last desperate attempt.
“Sorry, no time to back out now!” You spin the wheel turning the ship just as a wave of harpies descend.
The shot is perfect, ten some pussies aimed at about fifteen attacking naked women, you mean harpies.
“First mate Ariel! Fire the pussy canons, Starboard side!”
“Ahhhhh!”
“Mmmmm… oooo. Fuck!
“It’s coming out!”
“Ah, I can’t hold it in!”
“C-c-c-cummming!”
A moment later, ten vaginas erupt in a spray of pussy juice. It smacks into the harpies like a wave. Instead of making cute moaning noises, they howl in anguish as they collapse from the sky, likely falling to their deaths for real this time. A musky feminine scent fills the air, female mist drifting over the ship like gunsmoke. You hear gasping and moaning as the ten women set off recover.
“Good!” You shout, seeing the first wave defeated. “Only 250,000 to go!”
Twenty-four women start to weep.
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Bam! Bam!
Two harpies got sprayed in the face, causing them to suddenly plummet down to the Earth below. “Nnnnaaaa!!!”
“Do-do they have to make those moaning noises when they get hit?” Elena asks, blushing.
“There is another, five o clock!” Ariel calls out, pointing, very enthusiastically aiding you.
You aim your dick in that direction. A harpy just manages to jump onto the deck. With a blast of force, white stuff strikes the harpy. As white stuff rolls down its smooth luscious skin, it lets out a moan. Its hands grab its nipples and twists them. You crank up the force, shooting another wad of baby batter. This time, it’s enough force to knock the harpy off the side of the ship. It moans orgasmically as it plummets to its death.
“Why do they twist their nipples, doesn’t that hurt?” Jasmine asks, walking up from the lower deck.
“J-Jasmine! Wh-what are you doing out here?” Elena cries.
“Eh? Everyone is making a commotion. I wanted to show Savior my swimsuit, what do you think?”
Jasmine is wearing a single piece navy blue swimsuit which had a white bar on the front. As to where she found this thing, no one could guess, but it was the titular example of a Japanese school swim suit. With her twitching cat ears and swishing tail, she looked the picture of innocence. The weabo Megara and the tiny-con Moana are naturally the most affected.
“So-so cute!” Megara cries.
“I want to eat her up!” Moana adds.
However, Jasmine ignores them and is more focused on you and the commotion at the front of the ship. “What’s savior have in his hand? He seems to be aiming it at naked women and white stuff is coming out. I want to see! What’s going?”
“No!” Elena, Aurora, Merida all shout at the same time, racing to block her view.
“Why are you guys blocking! I want to look! They’re making funny noises. What are they doing? What is savior doing? Why are they twisting their nipples?”
“I don’t know!” Elena cries, trying to cover Jasmine’s eyes. “They must enjoy pain! Never let anyone touch your nipples.”
“I-it doesn’t always hurt…” Merida suddenly speaks up, before blushing. “If you touch them the right way.”
“Eh?” Elena declares. “It always hurts. Nipples aren’t meant to be pulled and twisted like that!”
Aurora gives a small smile. “Well, it can hurt, but it can feel really good too. H-has hero-san not given you nipples attention?”
“What? No… nipples? He’s never touched them, if they really felt good, why would he-“ Elena’s eyes suddenly fall flatly on Merida and Aurora’s chests, losing their light. “Oh…”
“What’s going on? Does savior play with nipples too? Come on, let me see!” Jasmine was still struggling as the other women blocked her vision.
“I-it’s probably just a coincidence…” Aurora looks away innocently.
“M-maybe it doesn’t feel good if you don’t have big boobs?” Merida ponders.
Elena looks back and forth between the two women teary eyed before glaring at you, still taking pot shots at harpies. “Sweetheart! Wh-why have you never played with my nipples!”
“Eh, what?” You turn, but just as you turn you forget to turn off the hose.
“Ahhh!”
“Ehhh!’
“Daddy!”
As you turn, a spray of white rockets across the ship and slams into three unsuspecting women. By the time you think to shut off the drip, there are three cum-drenched woman standing there with white stuff dripping down their bodies. It was a rather impressive load for a shot fifty feet away.
“You-you!” Aurora glares, her dignity completely soiled by her soiled body.
“Daddy…” Merida lifts up her hand, white stuff dripping everywhere she tries to wipe.
“I’m all dirty…” Elena cries tearfully.
“Wh-what’s this?” Jasmine asks.
It was then that the three women split, a forth girl is on the floor. The little cat girl in her bathing suit is covered from head to toe in white stuff. She is looking at some white stuff on the back of her hand. She raises it up to her face and sniffs, then she stickd her tongue out to lick it like a cat licking it’s paw.
“No!” Everyone shouts at once.
“H-h-hero-san! What have you done?” Aurora accuses.
All the women turned to you, your dick still hanging out an on display for the little girl covered in white.
“I… have no excuse.” You look down.
Moana walks up hesitantly. “I… you’re the father of my children. I knew you’re a criminal, but I failed to arrest you. In a way, I’m as guilty as you are.”
Since Moana became pregnant, her feelings towards your tiny ways were more tolerant, and this was her attempt to comfort you.
“That’s… not helping…” You sigh.
“I don’t get it? What’s wrong? Why is the mood so heavy?” Jasmine asks, “Oo… it’s gushy and warm… hehehe.”
Jasmine splashes innocently in the white stuff.
“She’s so innocent! It’s adorable!” Megara cries.
“To think… hero-san would do that to her…” Merida couldn’t bear to look any longer.
“Wait! We can work with this!” You declare. “She doesn’t know, so her innocence as been maintained! Quick, Moana take her back down and clean her off!”
Moana’s eyes turn to stars. “With pleasure!”
“Jasmine!”
“Eh? Savior?” Jasmine snaps to attention.
“You just got hit with magical unicorn cream from the… eh… magical land of um… spooge! I’m using the unicorn cream to fight the evil… naked… um… sluts. You must wash it off you immediately or you may end up turning into a slut yourself. Only sluts get the cream! And It’s coming from my crotch because… um… I shoot from the hip?”
Jasmine’s eyes brighten. “Re-really? Savior is saving us again! I certainly won’t become no slut!”
Everyone let’s out a breath of relief as Jasmine stands and pumps her hand, unbelievably accepting your blatant lies with the blind innocence of a child. You turn back away, wiping the cold sweat from your face as you start to fight the next wave of harpies. Meanwhile, Moana takes Jasmine away to wash her in milk, the only available cleaning solution, even if it felt like fighting fire with fire. The other girls follow behind, also needing a milk bath.
“You guys all know I’ve walked in on you all having sex hundreds of times. I’ve lost my innocence a long time ago and am just waiting for him to take my virginity. I’m well aware I saw Savior’s penis and now I’m covered in his semen, right?” Jasmine suddenly mentions out of the blue, tapping her lip. “Now that I’ve received a cumshot, I wonder how long until he just fucks me already?”
“…”
It turned out it wasn’t Jasmine who was being naïve… but everyone else.
STC Chapter 72
Tales of an Enchantress – Chapter 42
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“Another world?” I breathed out the words in complete shock.
Immediately, the armored hero slapped the arm of the man next to him, looking slightly flustered while shaking his head. This was clearly not something the hero wanted being passed around. Meanwhile, Isaac only seemed to grin, crossing his arms like he had won the argument.
Fanreek snorted. “Another world? There hasn’t been someone from another world in over a thousand years!”
“I speak the truth!” Isaac defended.
Fanreek turned to me, noticing my complex emotions and shook his head. “Don’t get too excited girl, every decade some trainer comes out claiming he’s personally training a hero from another world. Every decade, it’s proven to not be true. Even some of the great trainers were so hopeful of going down in history that they let some lord or noble convince him they’re the next real thing! I never would have thought a man like Isaac would fall for this crap.”
“Tsk… say what you will. Bryson, come, let’s show them your talents and let them eat their own words.”
I was looking at Bryson, a man from another world. Despite Fanreek’s warning, I was already letting hope shoot through me. There was no saying that another world meant my world. Either way, it was still someone else like me, someone stuck in a world they didn’t belong. I instantly felt a camaraderie with this strange man. Bryson, on the other hand, seemed embarrassed by his master. He had his head lowered, and I realized he might not be comfortable with girls in general.
“Isaac Trevus…” Fanreek shook his head as his eyes followed the pair leaving. “What a ridiculous claim. Well, if the boy was trained by him, he won’t be weak at least.”
I could only give Fanreek a wry smile. He seemed to believe that other world travelers were basically a myth. Although he had seen my stats, he, like most, had assumed I was the product of a wealthy lord blowing Orbs of Raimer. If a woman like me did exist, it’d be assumed most of her special skills were useless, since she hadn’t done anything drastic to earn them. Ten special skills around cooking weren’t going to make a housewife a hero.
At best, I could be a spy in training or something of the like. However, after seeing most of my skills, I look more like a concubine than anything. Either way, even with my status that belonged on a monster, they couldn’t allow themselves to entertain the idea I came from another world. Other worlders were legends and myths, not people who walked around, certainly not a slave in a collar.
The room finally started to calm down as Isaac lead Bryson to one side of the makeshift ring, while the muscle man stood on the other side being encouraged my his friends. They were each handed a wooden sword. The sword looked slightly too large for Bryson’s hands, making it a wonder when he was able to hold it without tripping over. On the opposite side, the muscular man made the sword look too small. He looked down on it with disdain, clearly used to something far heavier.
“Alright! Here’s a fight between Recco and Bryson. No kill hits. Special skills allowed. First one who can’t stand back up loses! Ready? Go!”
As soon as the bartender finished, an explosion of light surrounded Recco, the muscular man. It wasn’t clear what he did, but it was clear he was activating some special skill of his. That’s what made most fights in this world so exciting. You never knew what tricks other people had up their sleeve. Even a simple housewife could have a skill the equivalent of a nuclear bomb. Admittedly, that was unlikely to happen unless she had led a very strange life.
The hero Bryson moved forward in a dash, his swords slamming down on Recco. The hit struck Recco dead center, but a moment later it bounced away. Bryson immediately jumped back while Recco let out a laugh, gaining confidence. Several of the men around him also chuckled. The hit would have certainly been an instant KO on a normal person, but Recco’s spell must have made his skin as tough as armor. I couldn’t even say for sure if a real sword would have been able to cut through it.
Recco chopped his sword down, and Bryson had to dive to the side to avoid the strike. Compared the Bryson’s fluid movements that resembled a dance, Recco’s movements were crude. However, every step was filled with power and strength. Recco chop cut through the air, making an echo-like boom as it stopped short of the floor. My mouth fell open in a gasp. Just how strong was a sword strike that broke the sound barrier? At the tip of the blade that stopped just short of the floor, there was a concentric circle where the dirt was displaced. The air struck the floor with such force it had pushed ears of grime away like a power washer.
Bryson immediately struck Recco’s shoulder before he could turn. He swung again, another cracking swipe. Although Bryson dodged it, he still looked like he had been hit, bouncing back a few feet.
“It’s not every day you get to watch a fight between two third classers.” Fanreek stroked his chin in interest.
“Third classers?” My eyebrows rose as I considered the power structure of this world.
“Low-level ones…” Fanreek murmured, “Isaac’s boy only just reached third class. He’s probably at 61. Recco’s a tougher opponent. He’s got around level 70.”
I twisted my lips. These weren’t even as strong as it goes! These were men slightly more powerful than a standard soldier. Perhaps in the army, they might have been lieutenants. One looked to be an Adventurer, while the other was an other worlder. How long ago had he come to this world? Was it the same time I did? If it was, he was leveling far faster than me.
“What is master’s level?” I asked curiously.
Fanreek coughed. “Don’t you know it’s impolite to ask your master their level?”
“Mm…” I made a noncommittal comment. “I’m just curious how people compare.”
Fanreek gave a sigh. “If you’re curious. You have Analysis. Why don’t you do it?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that considered rude? Especially for a slave…”
“It’s impolite for friends and allies to Analyze each other, true. but your opponents in a tavern hardly counts!”
I nod, curiously using my Examine on Recco, Bryson, and then Isaac in turn.
“85!” I let out a surprised noise as I saw Isaac’s status appear before my vision.
Neither Recco nor Bryson seemed to notice me as they fought. Bryson still dodged wildly, taking several stabs at Recco, while Recco was becoming more cocky, swinging wide hits that failed to hit the sprier man. However, Isacc turned to me and gave a mischievous grin as if he was well aware I had peeped. Fanreek only rolled his eyes.
“That old man is an abnormality. He’s got about 10 levels on me, but if we were in a fight I could hold my own.” Fanreek explained. “So, what about the other two men?”
“Recco is as you said, a level 70. He likes it when women demean him and likes to be peed on.”
“What was that last part?”
“Nothing, Master. Bryson… I can’t tell. His information is false.”
“Hmm… well… he must have some kind of means of protecting his identity. Fortunately, a man like me can see right through him. He’s Bryson, a level 61 swordmaster.”
“Of course, Master.”
I nodded and agreed with Fanreek, although my eye was twitching slightly. I saw the same information that Fanreek saw. A 22-year-old boy named Bryson with 15 skills, a third rank swordmaster. Presumably, his first rank was a warrior and his second was a swordsman. However, next to every piece of information in my vision was the word “fake”. Was it because my examine was high level? Or was it because I developed a Manipulation Art? Whoever this boy was, he wasn’t as simple as Fanreek suggested. I was deeply curious about him.
The crowd was starting to get restless. The last two minutes had been Bryson dancing around and Recco swinging wildly. This wasn’t the crash of titans most of the spectators had been hoping for. However, between the two of them, it was clear Recco was becoming the most annoyed. He was breathing hard. If the fight continued this way, it would be Bryson’s win. Maybe Bryson was waiting for his defense to wear out. Either way, I was a little disappointed. This was hardly the hero-like victory I was expecting.
“Come on! Is this all you have? So, much for some great hero…” Recco tried to tease Bryson, trying to force him to make a mistake. “Aren’t you really pathetic?”
The warrior Bryson stopped for a second and looked back at his Master. Isaac’s grin grew and he shot out a thumbs up. The warrior nodded and turned back to Recco. Recco straightened his legs and raised his weapon, now becoming wary for whatever move Bryson was preparing to take. Bryson leaped out at Recco. If his movements before we fast, his movements now were something I couldn’t even see. It was clear Recco was being struck by the sword, but it was also clear that he couldn’t see how. His body just kept making thumping noises and he kept being pushed back.
The man quickly grew enraged at being struck over and over again with movements so fast he could barely see them, even if those movements couldn’t get past his defense. He made a swing with his sword. Suddenly, Bryson’s attacks shifted, and all of his efforts hit Recco’s hand. Recco resisted for a moment, but within that moment, Bryson had smacked each of his fingers. And final hit on the back of his hand and his sword fell to the floor. Bryson kicked it away before Recco could bend over and recover it.
This further enraged Recco, whose face turned completely red with frustration. While it was true Bryson had struck him nearly a hundred times now, he faced very little damage. However, from the beginning, this still had felt like a one-sided fight. Now that he was disarmed, it was shown that outside of this special skill of his, he really had nothing on Bryson. Some men might have surrendered at that point, by Recco dug in his heels and lunged forward. Choosing to completely ignore Bryson’s attacks, he went to grab Bryson, trying to pin him down.
With the reasoning that as soon as Recco had an arm on Bryson, Bryson would be able to dodge him any more, he lunged forward. Bryson quickly ran out of retreated space and a moment later was pinned to the ground. This was the moment that everyone was waiting for. There was cheering as Recco mounted Bryson, raising his fist to start punching. Now that Bryson was on the ground, there was no means for him to defend himself from Recco’s brutal offense. His advantage was clearly agility, and with that restrained, Bryson, the hero, had nothing left.
He threw his fist down, a hit directly into Bryson’s masked face. It might have not been the brightest hit from a fighting method, but if he smashed Bryson’s helmet off, it’d have been a more impressive victory for himself. It was Recco’s way of vindicating himself after the embarrassing display earlier. His fist traveled down as Bryson desperately lifted a hand to block. As the two met, everyone assumed Bryson’s delicate hand would break. However, a second later, Recco’s fist stopped dead in Bryson’s palm.
It was only at this moment I could see a slight green tinge around Bryson’s hand. He had activated some kind of special skill. Recco, after getting over the shock of his hand stopping, started pushing down, trying to force Bryson to give. However, even as veins began to pop from his neck, Bryson’s hand remained perfectly steady, not giving even an inch. Bryson pushed, and the force of it shoved Recco off of him. Recco was still an experienced adventurer and immediately rolled, ending up back on his feet just as Bryson stood up.
“You bastard!” Recco growled angrily.
Bryson shook his head, looking down at his glowing hand as he opened and closed his fingers. “I still needed to use a special skill in the end.”
It was the first time I had heard the man speak. His voice sounded like a blend of masculinity and silk. It was a voice that could easily cause women to swoon over him.
“You think this is over?” Recco cursed, reaching out.
There was another flash, and an ethereal Warhammer appeared in his grip. Unlike the wooden swords, this thing looked very deadly. A few men made shouts of surprise and backed up, while other caught in bloodlust shouted excitedly, waiting for blood to be drawn. Recco immediately slammed the war hammer down, intending to crush Bryson in a single strike.
Bryson’s hand was still glowing, and he instantly covered the distance to Recco, avoiding his long reaching war hammer and striking very close. As soon as the green glowing hand struck Recco in the stomach, the green dispersed, looking like it went into Recco’s body. The Warhammer in his hand exploded like glass, disappearing into light particles. Recco himself went flying back, slamming into the bar counter. Had he been a smaller man, this might have broken his back.
Instead, Recco collapsed in a heap on the floor, his eyes already closed as he fell into unconsciousness. The crowd remained silent, staring in wonder as the escalating fight was finished in seemingly an instant. Bryson reached up with one hand, pulling off his helmet. The person under the helmet shook out his long blonde hair. He had blue eyes, pale skin, and delicate features. He looked like an immaculate beauty. No… he looked like a hero.
The crowds burst into a roar! Many men started shouting out for the hero. The room exploded in chaos. However, I barely noticed any of it. As soon as I laid eyes on him, my heart starting beating rapidly. Looking at Bryson, I felt something that I never expected I’d feel again. My skin felt on fire, my lungs couldn’t get enough breath, and my body felt floaty. In that exact moment, I realized that I was in love at first sight.
Bryson suddenly shivered. He had the sudden impression that someone dangerous was eyeing him. It was the feeling he’d have had if his most hated enemy had seen him in the crowd, locked on, and planned to stop at nothing to kill him. It was the feeling of a predator finding him as its prey, and it was currently stalking from the bushes waiting to strike. However, no matter how much he looked around, he felt no killing intent nor murderous auras. What demon assassin could lock on to a target while emitting no killing intent? Bryson didn’t know, and as truth would tell, it’d be better if he never found out.