Adris tastes the situation and ideas he’ll weave into the forthcoming demonstration.
Normally an adolescent girl falling to her knees with her eyes locked on a throbbing erection would end in a swift beating for the owner of either it or her. The way he catches her switching between the twitching tip to check his face, as if warring inside as to what she should do, ceases to feel like a contest when Rantil’s small hands start pawing forward.
(Already into it!)
That quizzical cuteness Rantil gains when suspicious of Adris fades. Wide eyes capture his masculine needs far better than even Neeseitte’s foreign sight. She crawls slowly, but lasciviously, up to him in a way that divides the whole campsite in a slinking line. Between the shock of those watching, trapped in the sudden meeting of a “teammate” they’ve never heard of, and the principal recipient of the service that’s going to start enjoying how he is now an object of attention, a performance of Adris’ finest originality is starting.
A perfect visual dichotomy of how he must make them feel, being separated yet so close.
“You’ve sated his needs that I didn’t even know existed. Taught me acts I couldn’t predict were possible for mortals to enjoy. Will you go back on your promise, the one you made so slyly…?”
Rantil’s tongue is wet when peeking out, so she can only comprehend wholly what he needs from her with that question!
“This lady’s Emperor!? At what time… began one’s association!?” Only Neesiette intrudes, but Adris presses on.
“No, you can’t. A degenerate bitch like you are, Rantil, a slut so pure that her spirits can only peak with her master stuffed into her mouth or pussy, can’t!” Adris sneers harder, enjoying how the girls react.
“Haah…!?” Adris’ target moans at this, prompting more abuse.
“An alley cat that gave herself to any man that wanted to breed her before meeting me? A total addict that finally met the ultimate answer to her craving? Nothing but a teasing, evil, tiny cunt that wants to strangle your favorite rod until it spurts more fun, aren’t you my best find after demonstrating to me obscene pleasure?”
Neesiette’s mouth drops open, a livid complaint lodged in it that cannot escape with Adris glaring at them all, before he simply looks away when the effect persists.
(Yes, that came from my lips! Keep listening: I’m not very innocent, after all, Neesiette. And it’s totally Rantil’s fault, take notice!)
“A-Adris!?” An elf’s normal meekness is tinged by the heat in that hiss of his name, and so Adris knows he’s gained an eager spectator alongside the kobold whose ears are flat in anger. Sharing with Rantil similar words he used on Kol amps not only the kobold up!
“YEEEEEES!
… Uheeeheeeheeeeee!”
If the screaming ghost still had her two tails, they might wag as she rushes up to his feet to be nearer to the dick. Just briefly Adris draws back with the fear of another slut, one with much longer, living hair when Rantil’s drool collects at the side of her mouth.
But, Rantil backs off at the last moment with a curious glance up at his face when he stops luring her, so he only embraces the strange laughter by smiling. “You’re just another hungry whore?”
“Haaah! RANTIL IS THAT!” Rantil’s drooping cheeks and curled lip are like a drunk’s sighting unguarded liquor as she resists rising to jump onto him. “… Buuuuuut…!” She traces her finger on the ground, instead. “Rantil isn’t anyone’s, because Rantil promised…”
“You promised yourself?”
“YEEEEEEES! All the other dicks, don’t care, don’t want~! Found the one that makes Rantil feel fluffiest!” Her tattered cloak ceases to wrap as protectively to hide her thighs and ass, floating up as the girl edges ever closer to Adris’ prize.
As the tension only escalates, the stage filled by the two actors who exclude intrusion by their moods. Rantil’s is an ecstasy bordering on manic as Adris’ crude insults drive her to whisper…
“Rantil is now, all her delicious points and soft perfection…” A little girl of dubious age brings a hand up to her missing heart, tipping forward lightly when kneeling and letting her twintails bounce.
“❤️ For Master’s Use Only ❤️!” After saying this, she sticks out her tongue with a wink.
Her bright voice avoids any of her weirdness when offering herself up as a possession before four girls that have often acted like Adris is theirs, making Rantil finally adorable when none of them are at the moment.
(Perfect. That’s the sort of pledge to frame this little…)
The proprieties that Zennia might front with fall away the moment they’re questioned, just like walls do when asking of the nature of all of creation. A “side of [a false god]” that no other but perhaps Ave has tasted tarnishes the lovely dinner entirely by inviting sex as the dessert.
The owner of the master she bows to ceases to sneer, letting his cheeks sufficiently blush with the thought of how lovable this wretched, wind-reading coward is when trying to please him.
“Huh, then as they do on Zennia…” Adris pats his left leg, urging with a cloying tone that demands proper decorum. He guides all eyes to his twitching member with his other hand.
“Come forth, and pray to your god as all devout should.”
“Rantil has tons of faith! Master’s best follower is always Rantil~!”
“Beg for his blessing, since you claim to be his fondest.”
Whatever taste of home that Adris put into his roasting of the golden pheasants was merely an appetizer for the growing display of his superior expectations of those “truly loyal” to him.
“DISAGREE!”
“Be still and silent when it’s another’s turn.”
Kol’s howl earns a hiss from Adris just as he excites his aura circulation to its highest.
Even without it, the act of shunting emotion through these well-worn paths balks the advancing kobold.
(An effect of the cross or mask!)
All but Kol flinch at the command and the random wind that happens to blow through the open greenhouses at just the right time for Adris to capitalize on it.
(A little fear every now and then, since I am “not human” to them.)
The moment of putting on such a show leaves Adris buzzing strangely on his skin, but he chalks it up to the performance being so entertaining thus far. If nothing else, Adris has begun to understand just how timid others are when he pretends to be strong, since he’s given so many examples with his trickery of the possible repercussions of challenging a “false god” and losing.
(“DEMONSTRATION TIME”! Wake up to the fact that… I’m not the only one who has to [pursue].)
Rantil’s whole body shivers. A sweetly disgusting fixation and arousal floods through her that almost seems to rock one’s sight when Adris’ eye twitches trying to take in her thin contours as a whole. As if she’s never truly quite where she is…?
(Irrelevant, Rantil is weird! Make them jealous, my cock-sucking codex!)
“Haah! Hooh!” It almost seems like she’ll cum the moment she touches his skin with how she cringes on approach. Her wimple gets tossed away, letting her twintails hang flirtatiously as Adris recalls how thin and kissable her neck is. Her fever comes to a boil!
(H-Hey, measure yourself. Don’t go insane!)
Adris’ skin crawls with the pressure Rantil is pushing on him, her paradoxical nature of depriving the space around her of normal aura sensation also serving as a hint of an immense concentration of something about to go fundamentally wrong clinging to her.
She jerks toward him, then takes a big gulp to make sure she can speak.
“Rantil… very much, soooo devoutly, wants to pray…”
This building wave of unhinged energy pushes lower when Rantil’s impish expression turns solemn.
“Please, let Rantil’s faith be proved with duty.” Even her tone becomes kind, yet servile as she smiles.
The distorting presence of Rantil softens, no longer do Adris’ eyes feel like they wander when having her within reach.
“A-Ah…? Hah, your god is bored.” Adris renews his confidence and soaks up the anticipation.
“Entertain him.”
“Gladly~!”
(She’s caught my intentions, as I knew she would. I’m also curious…?)
What sort of show will this devil put on, already pretending to be saintly?
With the strangest behavior yet from the allip, Rantil takes up beside his leg and facing toward his spiring member. She claps to hold her hands together like a gesture of prayer as she brings her head closer.
Angled so that all can witness it as best they can, the little girl that has the morals of a Castillo plaything brings her black lips ever closer to the head of his cock.
“Please, almighty one, accept Rantil’s most precious… supplication~! Aahn.”
Her lips part slightly as she kisses over the ridge of glans at the side, sucking on it before releasing with a little bounce.
“Rantil kissed god’s face.”
On Xin, with her at his legs and treating Adris as a holy altar, her role would be a shrine attendant in service to long-parted animist deities; but, Rantil worships a conman’s iron rod instead of some partially rotted ancient branch, and its flavor brings a shiver when she sniffs again.
“So many smells, so naughty they all are!?”
(I wiped it off earlier…! You’re certainly into this.)
As her prayer-clasped hands near, the gloves covering her hands fade like a shadow pierced by morning light. Her bare hands part to flow over and smoothly rub the shaft.
“Such anger!”
Her touch is both hot and cold, matching the perplexing allip that causes Adris to sigh. With only reverence she relearns its perfect image, moving one finger to the tip to rub over his slit while her other hand moves to cradle his balls in her palm.
“Rantil can feel her god’s abandonment, how his kindness is wasted.” A faux dedication to the almighty becomes a hot breath as this slutty icon caretaker leans in. Her cloak is open at the front now, letting petite breasts jut out so that Adris can enjoy the tempting nudity of a priestess.
(I am pretty abused lately…?)
“This vessel has suffered terribly. Your god borne by it, too.”
Her reverence is light on Adris’ many wounds. He wants to let her lick them all when he groans in “pain”.
“How will you soothe him, slut?”
“Heehee…! The way Rantil always finds a new way to! And only Rantil can!”
(Show me, let’s see if you’re only ta—!)
Rantil’s right hand wraps around his shaft and starts to pump it just as her cute black lips allow a tongue out to start lapping at his cock head.
(O-Oh…! Soft… start!)
All of the gathering fluids at his slit get replaced by a ghost’s saliva. The cool pressure upon his skin prickles when Rantil’s tongue tip strokes over his length to then play under his head, lifting it with tongue alone. The solemn girl, full of almost genuine-seeming reverence, gains the gleam of a girl in service to a great man.
“Clean all the bad stuff! Aaahn, make god’s presence… impure again~.” His entire length is shining by the time she moves down to lick over where her hand stops stroking to reveal. “No boring feelings. No unworshiped, lonely places…!”
With his shaft soaked, the allip tilts her head, lifts his cock up, and wraps her tongue against two very lonely children!
(O-Ohhhh!? I’ve… has this…!?)
Adris can’t recall in the moment a service like this one, except perhaps by Lycia in the moment of losing her mind.
The allip washes his testicles with her overflowing saliva. It’s an erotic novelty how her heated attention caresses deep within them. She cares nothing for body hair, lifting up under his sack the same as she did the end of his dick to purse her lips and kiss!
“Dirty slut, worshiping the godly like this.”
“Yeeesh… master can’t be clean… unless Rantil makes him dirtier…” The obscene servant pumps his cock as she goes, enjoying the way that Adris shifts with the tension rising.
He’d planned to be passive to it all with the illusion of control, but his gut is tight as he starts to gasp.
“Master is big, so there’s a lot to go over! Rantil’s secret is…!”
(She’s… actually pretty good! I thought just Rantil’s pussy was good…! Did I…!?)
“Clean the master! Make him sparkle!”
When Rantil begins to bring his balls in one by one to suck on them partially into her mouth, causing Adris to hiss anew with the strange exposure to her tongue while feeling teeth brush by, he begins to wonder at his choice of play!
“Haah, Rantil loves, nnnh, this master the most…!”
The entire underside of his shaft is next as Rantil slurps up the length, pressing firmly on the dividing line that flows up the ballsack to the head. “Master smells like Rantil, since we go the same places. Together, master is never worried with Rantil nearby!”
The slurps started as contained and demure, but now upon reaching the glans again this allip’s true fervor shows with rough kisses and licks.
“You… guh!” Adris tries to speak, but the instant he does Rantil takes the whole head into her tiny mouth.
An equally slender tongue starts to bully by doing circles around it, her shining green eyes full of those black swirls that mark her as an alien existence growing deranged.
“Gah…! Rantil’s secret…! To make god happy…! Rantil… gives god only love, never wrong!” Her moaning adoration is all the more intoxicating when Rantil rubs her cheek against his shaft.
(If you’re this into it, then I’ll jump in, too!)
“You’re just a degenerate slave…” Adris sneers again, darkly accusatory in tone. “Begging for your master’s gift with false claims of love…! All you feel is need, don’t you!?”
“YESH! RANTIHL DOSHE!” She pulls out to speak clearly, drooling a puddle onto Adris’ seat. “Thank you for choosing Rantil, handsome master. Please… give unworthy Rantil a gift!”
Purposefully avoiding interfering except to mock her, Adris is pleased by the way Rantil places herself always below him in importance!
Lightning jolts through warning him of the dangers, and joys, of trusting Rantil with his most precious possession. Slick sounds of noisy sucking go with how she bobs her head to let twintails twirl, the feeling in Adris’ chest tight, as if he’s found what he was searching for without comprehending.
(Except…!? Why is it… my cock that’s handso—!? No, their fascination is gained! This… is what you have to do to “earn me”.)
Four sets of eyes continue to be spellbound by the overly exhibitionist show.
This slobbery intruder invaded their midsts.
It’s Adris’ cock she’s claimed before them, moaning like a whore. The Castillo’s rules make the tension Adris bakes in just as brutal for them to watch.
None do more than fidget or stare, yet every face is a tale in Adris’ thoughts of what they think they might do in Rantil’s place!
(Ave is ashamed for me! But, she’s certainly enjoying the show!)
Blushing from head to neck, a snake elf has folded in on herself and seems only to be a third-party to the worship of “a divine being”, her tail and tongue both wiggling in erotic mimicry.
Adris recalls its unique length and texture while comparing Rantil’s, closing his eyes in recollection to the sample of different species of human-like beings.
(Neesiette is furious, yet staring at Rantil! Still is inscrutable, but watching without “blinking”. And Kol…?)
Kol’s arms are still crossed, her muscles tight as she clamps onto herself. The last command he gave to her is one she follows with absolute despise tightening her face into its fierce scowl.
Past all of this derision, the indignity Kol growls also burns in the longing of her pink eyes.
(A trap she thought I was stuck…! Aaah, in isn’t so much hers now as mine!)
Rantil’s hand is flying. No longer content to suck on his head, she instead directs his length toward her so that she can take half of its full stretch into her mouth.
Inches of his own flesh vanish into a girl that speaks only the truth to Adris, but keeps as many secrets as she shares. The next secret Adris finds unveiled is how he gains a “polished” satisfaction with her circular strokes.
(She’s like a cat, but… her barbs cause pleasure!)
Rantil slowly twists her head as she sucks with tight lips. What isn’t hidden gets the two-finger treatment sliding to touch her lips upon going down, then to the base of his pole when pulling out.
Drool causes a froth along with spitting sounds, for a devoted slut’s cheeks sink in disgustingly with her incredible suction while pulling off! Each run on his dick feels like his head will rip free. Adris almost levitates from the stone he sits on to follow the bullied tip back in.
(Serras…! Never did it… this young, so she couldn’t claim to be good.)
Again Adris is assailed by the feeling of immorality of this play. Seeming quite in charge before when Rantil succumbed to cock hunger, now the fact that he is not much taller than her leaves him realizing that their performance almost seems juvenile if one ignores their true natures.
“PFAH!?” Rantil pops off of the end just as he thinks that, sucking up the spittle she leaves on his tip before moaning. “Master is… very hard! Not angry now? Very, very happy, master~?” Before Adris can answer for his dick, Rantil cutely kisses the tip again.
“Master is nice, always loving being loved~!”
“R-Rantil… gah!”
“Master wants kindness…! Master is brave… and fair…!” Again she jerks him off, this time with both hands as she keeps licking his head.
“Master wants to feel good…! Rantil wants master to feel good, so that master can finally be happy!”
(Rantil!?)
The allip rises from her kneeling posture to pull up onto his legs.
“Nuuhlp! Master can share all… nnnah…! Secrets… with Rantil…!”
In to hit the back of her throat and then out, Rantil’s gyrations are like a snake repeatedly failing to swallow him. When she pulls away to speak he misses the constant sense of being devoured.
“Everything master likes, Rantil will do! Suck out alllll the bad.”
(That’s… hah, what I like! Aaaah, it’s so much better sometimes to just not have to try!)
Rantil’s devotion touches Adris’ heart, making him avoid the mistake of reaching down to grab her by her twintails and force himself into her throat.
The dedication leaves his recently emptied balls churning with new juice to purify her with when her devotion becomes absolute.
(Lycia preens too much. Kol demands, then attacks… Neesiette just steals what she wants from me since she’s so good at it.)
The rising pleasure unmasks his inner thoughts. A horrible affliction makes him honest with those feelings when Rantil’s lips try to massage the core of his growing orgasm.
(Everything I said to Kol…! All the feelings I shared… it’s fucking annoying how it all got turned back on me!)
“Do you feel good— !?”
“— Isn’t Rantil the best?”
Almost like two separate questions at the same time hit Adris when the girl, with his dick still in her mouth, stares up at him with melting eyes. Teary not out of anguish but instead total fascination, the allip then pops off his head again to stroke his length as she licks.
Through no fault of his own Adris fell victim to lust, a trap called “Zennia” sprung on him. In the manse, when Kol almost stole herself from Adris’ ownership, he’d roared so much at her that even now it’s hard to determine what he said.
(Suck it all out! Rantil, make the feelings vanish along with the tension!)
Rantil purges that shame with her small hand so delicately twisting as she pumps!
“Master is happy~? Hhnh, where does master feel it most~?”
“… Around the head.”
“Heeeee~re?” Past her lips he pierces, to have those black lines tighten and start tugging with slurping just on the rounded glans. “What master wants makes Rantil happy!” Her other hand massages his scrotum as she works.
“At least… someone cares about another’s happiness.” Adris’ toes curl with the suction. He tries to say more but it catches in his throat. An orgasm is rising rapidly due to Rantil’s strange mood catching on with him.
(Being treated… like… a, haah, god is… actually fun…!)
Adris gets to keep this domineering pose of utter captivation with his servant below.
She stares at his dick the whole time, excepting when she pushes it upward to look from beneath while slurping.
“What else pleases— ?”
“— taste so good, aren’t you happy— ?”
Half his dick is being sampled by the tongue that asks them as she asks such specific questions…?
What do you want? How tight should her lips be?
Is her hand soft enough?
Do his balls feel lone—?
How much did Adris want to expe—?
All around, Adris hears so much being asked of him.
But they’re not questions of selfish impetus. They ask solely for his sake! As the buzzing grows in intensity, Adris feels cocooned within it. Staring down at the prize he lured into solving his problem.
Rantil seems like she’s floating below him, her cloak weightless. Her thighs squeeze together, her seemingly unnecessary breathing loud as she slobbers. This arousal she shares makes her so needy!
(… It’s… nice to be wanted.)
Her white cheeks and chin are stained with the juices of her attempts to suck out all of his pain and turn it into only joy. No arrogance exists in her expression.
Then Adris makes a fatal mistake when relaxing with that.
(If they’d taken you…!?
I’d… that would be inexcusable.)
Finally, Adris has regained the girl he thought he’d lost. At the same time as thinking that, Adris slides his hand forward to pat the depraved slut’s head.
“Nnnh!? ❤️” Only horny before, touching Rantil is like a spark that shocks Adris and sends the little girl into a rampaging re-dedication!
“Aaah!?”
Her face distorts with the sucking force she uses on his head again, an ugly display that is all the more fascinating by how much she loves doing it.
“PAH! Cum… bless in Rantil…! Nnnaah!” She licks the tip, trying to put her tongue inside! “Master likes Rantil, right? Master always perks up with Rantil…!”
(I do! There’s something about you I have to like!)
That Rantil can so shamelessly play with Adris without antagonizing him is something that others have tried but failed at.
(Everyone doesn’t recognize… aaaah! Pleasure… takes… service, care, love! If you don’t show it… I have to show you!)
“Close, close, master is— !?”
“— is Rantil still cute, still make you happy, even sucking on master— !?”
“— CAN RANTIL DO MORE, PLEASE TELL RANTIL— !?”
All three traits assail him right now, along with more incessant questions that test whether Rantil achieves them.
Adris ears are ringing with the things she asks of him with her mouth still occupied.
Always staring, watching, searching for answers she was seeking to give.
Such a devoted girl. Giving everything to the one she promised never to lie to.
(Honesty… can never… be added to “genuine” with me…! Not with… the others.)
But with Rantil?
Adris thinks that for a moment in the flash of something like a jolt hitting from deep inside.
“Who wants master’s attention most!?
Who loves ‘caring’ for master most!?
Who can’t think of anything anymore but master’s blessing after getting it once!?”
After screaming these embarrassing questions, the pouting little shrine maiden who rubs her soft side against his leg starts to hog the tip again. She begs for the answer with an obstructed tongue washing his rod.
“Plsh…!? Who, mashtur!?”
(Shit! She’d ask something like this!)
“Rantil… does, it seems.” Admitting it causes the jolting pleasure racing up from his loins to peak!
“YESH! Rantil, luv! Slurp! Love!!! Nyagh! LOVES MOST!”
Each lick after another is like a separate promise.
That this declaration must be real.
“So, PLEASE!? Cum for Rantil!?”
Even when Adris knows better, her submission makes Adris roar in his heart! He wants to breathe her in, then claim…!
(… Ah… I… maybe…!)
“CUM! MASTER! Glom!”
“F-Fine! You’ve… earned it… Rantil!” When Adris pulls forward, letting his mouth open with a few grunts, Rantil pulls him partway into hers and sucks rapidly.
(This… haaah!
Evil-born… slut… actually… likes…!? Ah!? AAAAH, CUMMING!)
There’s little to gift after Kol raped him up above with the tree limbs, but Adris moans once when he grabs onto one of Rantil’s twintails to hold her there.
She accepts the gentle pull and keeps jerking on his shaft, trapped, feeling the expanding lump pass through that empties just past her lips.
(Sh-SHIT! That’s…!)
Adris shudders when Rantil’s tongue swipes along the slit to gather what comes out, then she expertly pumps him to encourage the rest to join it.
On the edge of his seat when letting loose, Adris calms his tension and reclines back from his hunching forward.
(… She… won’t lie… so…)
The little girl doesn’t shy from the taste, only popping off of his dick so that she can put her hands to his knees to climb toward his face.
Adris feels only a creepy sense of dread when the sloppy allip nears him. Her face is mushy with the work she put in, mouth tight until she leans her head back and opens up.
“Rahntil… shaved…!” Inside, past the black lips, are globs of white rolling on her tongue.
“… Master’s blessing…! Rahntil, prove, ish tashty!” The outrageous slut moans at him, almost choking on her swirling of his semen in her mouth.
Adris’ shock settles, a maddening grin coming to his face when he reaches up aggressively pat her cheek. Rantil flinches at this, moaning into the glob still inside.
(You are addicted to me, aren’t you, you little bitch!?)
Adris completely forgets the point of their little performance, enjoying how the unconflicted girl pushes her cheek into his hand to be touched. Her saliva is still wet on it, prompting Adris to click his tongue at her.
“You sure like… sucking on dick, you filthy whore.”
“Yesh! Loves, most…! Big… shtrong… mahnly… dick!”
“Any dick?”
“Noooo, mashtur’s!”
“Hard to believe, with you so happy to suck on one. So hungry to do it.”
“Me-guh!” She chokes, then hisses. “Mean!”
(I love it! My own little slut…!)
It’s impossible to be cute and lewd at the same time, so Rantil only smiles with the dank impression of a girl ridden roughly before being left in bed to stink up the bedding with her defiled self.
It brings to vision the last time when he forced himself on her and she moaned so hard for it.
(You’re different because I can’t hurt you! Because I can’t screw up anything I would give away by letting… dark thoughts out and experiencing my worst tendencies!)
Rantil desires Adris for these, so they could never harm their relationship if he does something bestial. With the thought that he can’t fail like with Kol’s grasp of how Adris feels about her now, Rantil’s stuffed cheeks seem cuter to Adris.
“Huh, what a devoted girl. But, Rantil, I know you now, if… hah, if you drop to your knees around another man for any reason, your ass will show a different color than white.”
“Nooooo~! Rantil… prohmish, no lyie…!”
“Then prove it: swallow… ‘master’s’ blessing.”
He places his hands on her shoulders, squeezing around the cloak she wears. Rantil’s gaze turns totally worshipful as she closes her lips.
Without difficulty, the wad of semen she played with goes down her throat with a huge gulp.
“All saved foreeeeeever inside.” The allip opens her lips to show a completely clear mouth, all done with tasting.
“Ehee! Did Rantil prove the best faith~?”
The provocative and defiling question causes a misfire of touches when Adris shifts about in his post-ejaculatory fulfillment. His body confuses the girl for its actual caretaker, urging him to fall to the ground to be held by Rantil.
(And then some.)
Yet, further questions still come at him in Rantil’s voice without her speaking.
Adris’ gut where his Inner Expanse resides trembles.
What if you stop looking?
What if you are busy?
What if the itch iS STILL THERE?
WHAT IF OTHERS CAN’T HELP THEMSELVES?
WHAT IF AN ALLIP HOLDS OTHER SEC—?
WHAT ABOUT—!?
WHAT CAN—!?
[wHaT iF—!?]
Adris’ grip tightens, his sweat rolling down his cheeks as Rantil gently grins at him. The incessant buzzing sounds like it’s all around Adris.
That it’s also coming from within, too.
Endless questions that have answers all too obvious and hidden, but the questions are only [Rantil], and the solution is also…!
(R-Right! Just the same! Better to stuff you full down there, too, in case you’re hungry for—!)
“Vulgarity! Grotesque display! Farcical frivolity! Impersonation!” An indignant shriek bursts Adris from the idea that the world holds only him and Rantil. “Lacking timing, decency, and devotion to good taste, answer to query a lady demands: accomplishing what, this ‘muck rolling’!?”
“Che!” The allip rolls her eyes and spits, then turns around to bring her legs tight to her to huddle at his feet.
Adris blinks at Rantil, then sets his loose gaze on the finely dressed doll that somehow got within four feet of him without any of his senses warning.
(I’m… a little woozy.)
“Senses, taken leave of!? At peril one’s vessel, ignoring the corruptive nature of one’s purported ‘servant’!?” And so Adris earns a reproach he wasn’t prepared for. A fog like that left from exposure to narcotics leaves Adris’ surroundings a fluffy, wavy forest. He weakly puts his hand on Ratnil’s head, digs innocuously into her hair…
“Hnnn? Rantil did nothing wroooong.” Ever-slowly Adris yanks back while pretending to pet her. The snared allip quietly whines at the pull while smiling beneficently, still drunk on her own show.
(I predicted this from last time. Rantil probably stole a bit of my “bad stuff”, just like always, and infected me back with her own.)
With the deed done and the shocking scene closing up with Adris’ pants flap, he maintains the most satisfied, but not-too-interested in the aftermath, pose that he can by reaching to his water skin to drink from it.
(Rantil really did her best work.)
Adris has no interest to be the object of other’s own, no matter how Kol looms right behind Neesiette, both their arms crossed and leaving the kobold like a living shadow soldier that the Lunamaton has conjured to menace Adris.
“Dalliances with rogue specters, serves what such a disgraceful act? Four associates already maintained, what ne—?”
“Why, Boss, claim female Kol not meet? Not approved by Kol?”
Neesiette’s stern questions become a growl of boiling rage.
“Explain, caring more for this spook than any of us? Or spook, lie? Boss, be clear… now.” Rather than be further annoyed at the interruption, Neesiette turns to look at Kol, nods once, then returns her passionate stare to Adris.
“A succinct inquiry. Explanation, forthcoming, this lady’s Emperor?”
(Ganging up on me, huh? That’s the expectation, too. Rantil isn’t done with my use for her, so let’s let her explain with my subtlest invocation.)
Adris sighs at the matter, appearing for all the world as if this is as beneath him as Rantil. When he releases the allips hair, he offers only the slightest answer that will fan the flame even higher.
“What a boring story. Rantil, as my first sworn comrade of this world, shares my full knowledge and experiences.” To the allip that jolts he gestures, a smile without troubles on his face. “Simply ask her questions like I do.”
“FIRST!? Th-This… runty, mate-less, purpley female?
BOSS’ FIRST, SAY, KAA————AAAAAAAAH!?”
Kol’s whole body jumps into a white haze of flames with Neesiette stuck next to the fire. The Lunamaton jerks in place when exposed to it and Kol’s weird howl, her eyes fixed in shock of the torment of emotions burning up the soil and experiencing for the first time Kol’s true fury.
(Neesiette takes herself out of the equation.)
“Laugh! Kol, laughs! Twiggy runt, wear thin black string leggings like Puddle, protect nothing, do nothing, ugly, weak!” Kol barges past Neesiette and knocks her over to let Kol model for Adris with her hands narrowing over the important parts!
“Noisy — SMALL FRONT!” Over her tunic, Kol boxes in her jumping breasts when the kobold twists, then points to her own butt. “Behind, no tail or big enough stuff! Worse: no muscle! Can’t fight!” Then she flexes her arms with a pose, shifting down to her legs as she stretches. “Stupidest words, come out of Noisy mouth during bad ‘sparring’!” Kol’s finger points into her mouth, then she gags on an invisible stone.
“‘Love’!?
‘Devotion’!?
Weakest Elf talks about thing, always, ‘wanting love’! Make Kol sick. Strong male like Boss, want WINNING female!
KAKAKAKA!”
Finally after a laughing fit, the idiotic tomboy just leans over with the vilest sneer, far cruder than the one Adris cultivated against Rantil.
“First of Boss… ain’t Noisy! Only Kol understand — BOSS!” That womanly voice of Kol’s usually doesn’t fit her character or frame, yet it does with a chilling edge of despise added.
“Get lost or get gilded, black shrimp.”
(I’m… truly worried about that claim.)
But not so much that he has to intrude. The position he’s chosen is of the “possession” in this struggle.
In a fight between women, the last place he needs to be is in the middle.
“Weaaak~? Mutt-Mutt thinks ‘love’ is weak!? Hyahahahaha!”
Rantil’s form darkens as she falls into the ground, becoming a chaotic shadow that races up to Adris’ back.
Pretty arms wrap around his neck, while her dainty legs curl over his lap. Fully ensnared, but not the least bit worried outwardly, Adris just grins dismissively at the hand that tickles his chin.
“Kukukuku…! Rutting with a dog is extravagant once or twice, just so silly as it is! But what really never gets old for a man is the taste of what he’s always denied day by day.”
“Not dog! KOBOLD!” Kol is immediately violent with her fists popping against each other, but Rantil’s whispers from behind her perch sound angled at the small doll struggling to stand.
“Soft and satiny is weak, is it?”
“Soft, always weak!”
“Denying how this…?” Rantil’s legs stretch out over Adris’, rubbing with her lingerie-clad thighs.
(Ahh, I would love this even if I didn’t have to in front of Kol.)
Ever so innocently, Adris’ eyes wander from Kol to the stockings. His hand that cared nothing for anything but his own water skin drops it to reach and stroke the material.
On his face, a most lewd smile peeks out as he allows himself to feel some arousal.
“… is the most effective ‘armor’ a ‘female’ can slip on~?”
“N-Nah?” Kol stumbles back a step, her gaze blank of the rage she showed before. Neesiette’s expression turns from serious to pouting, then placid when Adris stares at her as if comparing in his mind the difference between her wear and Rantil’s.
“What about you, star toy? What about men have you learned after lowering yourself to receive one’s touches?”
“THAT…!?”
Neesiette’s shriek dies when Adris, too, notices how Rantil is goading Neesiette.
“…
… That… distracted easily they become when tempted by the benign softness denied commonly by sight. Created solely to support the female form, such garments are…? Wicked in appreciation finding them, the heart of a man. Maddening they be despite simplicity, paradoxical the situation, but, an essence of ‘eros’ truly be found there.”
“Kukuku! Rantil finds that description intelligent, if a little missing brevity!” Rantil’s laughter and Adris’ apparent rising arousal sends Kol into grabbing at her ears.
“… Strong males… like… weak things, and are weak to them…?
Or…? Weak things are… actually strong, and strong males made weak to…?
… Which, Boss!?”
Two girls with different interpretations are too much for Kol, yet Adris denies her any comforting words when she whines in his direction.
That expressive tail of hers is straight, a sign of supreme distress.
(Love is something men would absolutely kill each other for, even if… it might all be an illusion. Or, worse, a manipulation.)
But Adris keeps that to himself, only shaking his head as if even he doesn’t know.
“What… Rantil does defies my imagination, sometimes. I can’t properly explain your mortal behaviors, but…?” Adris traces over Rantil’s stockings again, sounding distant purposefully.
“Whatever she possesses, I’ve yet to decline her temptations.”
“NAH!?”
(“How can you say no to me all the time, but never to her?”
That is the knife in her heart right now.)
If Kol is to be knocked from her make-believe place as his favorite, then Adris would rather do it by sending her into inner conflict. As lacking in overall intellect as she is, this conundrum is the perfect fix against Kol.
And finally, Kol drops to one knee in absolute shock.
“… Not… weak… Kol, offer a lot.”
“Eeeeh, Rantil would love to see what Mutt-Mutt could do better? Maybe… actually use her mouth for more than barking~?”
Kol’s eyes widen to their maximum when noticing her situation, and the kobold huffs with growing rage as she feels Ave and Still’s eyes on her too. If her axe hadn’t been dropped in the confusion, it’d possibly already be thrown at Adris to dislodge Rantil.
She can hackle her fur and thirst for blood, yet Adris doesn’t change his expression. Kol’s nature is known to him, now.
(Calm… she will find calm. I believe in my student.)
“Does Mutt-Mutt had any idea of what big girls are chatting about when ‘love’ comes up?”
“… Guh! Grrrr…! Kol, understands!”
“Reaaaaally? So, no ‘ugh, me, small, dumb, breaky now!’ like always happens?”
“NO!”
Kol stands back straight up, staring down Rantil while still shaking.
“Kol, Boss, Cute, teach!
No…” The squire-in-training clicks her tongue, then chews on better words. “Kol was taught by both, that not everything… hurting can gain. Other, nah…? There… are other ways to make people like Kol.” And so Kol finally lets her hands fall.
(She’s seen a part of the issue.)
“Any way Kol is challenged, stronger than Noisy! Will show!”
“For her next trick, maybe Mutt-Mutt can prove it by doing what Rantil does better right now~? We’re all watching.”
“Mutt-Mutt… keep hearing this. Boss!? Actually, true!? Boss, ‘love’ Noisy!?”
(“A difficult question…!” At least for a man without all the answers ahead of time.)
The perfect out was given for Adris long ago.
“Of course I love Rantil, wouldn’t I be a fool not to…?”
Both Ave and Rantil gasp at this, with the allip hugging tight at the bold statement that almost sounds contemptuous.
“… since within her, a part of myself exists.” Rantil’s squeeze halts, then she shakes with what can only be indignation. “Zennians have taught me that self-love is valued here highly along with effort. I could never hate myself.”
And so Adris uses that cultivated smirk again, treating the entire situation as ridiculous when everyone only stares at him with varied levels of disbelief.
(What a total asshole I can be with just the right statements. I have no reason not to appear content: I’ve been revealed as quite the ladies’ man.)
“Kol! Wanted…!” Defeat creeps into her shout.
(Wanted?)
“… Understand. Not best, right now. Don’t deserve.”
The heat aura wafting from Kol is gone when she lifts her arm to pump it once.
“Umu, Kol, will master everything. Feel free, ‘keep chatty’, give away all secrets.” With a completely dead tone, the kobold blurts this out, then turns and walks back to her rock.
“K-Kol…? Are you okay?”
“Hah? Elf, ask stupid questions, too?”
Plopping beside Ave again, Kol’s expression is completely rigid, yet absolutely neutral. She reaches down, grabs onto what’s left of her pheasant and…
(Nibbling?)
“Nevermind, sorry, Elf. Boring, Noisy… No?
‘Co’? Co-Conversation is boring, that’s all.”
As table manners go, Kol’s are still terrible, but Adris has a double-take when the bored-looking bruiser just stares out into the gardens while munching on small bites of her bird.
“Disregarding interruptions! Claims of being first-most, when forged such a pact?” Neesiette does not give up though, staying in the limelight as she looks past Adris and straight at Rantil.
“Kukukuku, since before even your meeting with the Crossbearer, this Codex Rantilius has been in service to him!” Adopting her snide, unknowable persona again, Rantil goes to the heart of what Adris was hoping for.
(Now is the time to establish how important you are!)
“Rantil was the first gem I plucked from the Alchemaster’s grasp, an amethyst beauty that others slandered as terribly flawed.” Adris interjects this simple endearing, but-not-too-exclusionary statement to set the tone.
“… Ummm, yes! Very accurate~!” Rantil’s arms tighten, then the raunchy girl takes up her own boasting.
“Protecting the Crossbearer from all those who stalk his footsteps, this Rantil has always been foremost his aide! Every secret of Zennia is one that Rantil shall gift to him. Our pledge’s pureness is unhindered by any corporeality, Descendant.”
“Wary of words, tone, one should be, corruptive abomination.” Neesiette is catty in a way Adris has never experienced. She shows her raised chin of contempt, yet the eyes she turns on Adris are soft.
“‘Original contaminant’, identified this be! Regretful, one’s past before this lady’s…?”
(Huh?)
“Disregard. Pointless it be to pine for what cannot be altered.” The soft-spoken moon maiden slowly returns to her own seat. “The future correction of this entity be the topic currently!”
“Why… is everyone so mean to someone on our team?”
“‘Our team’, incorporating a useless trollop of madness does a lizard!?”
Finally Ave’s intrinsic qualities, always overlooked by the other girls but not by Adris, factor into his plan when the elf interlaces her fingers and timidly smiles in Rantil’s direction.
{Neesiette, Rantil is the journal Adris has been carrying since we met him. He wouldn’t… ‘consult’ her so often if Adris considered her useless.}
“Information withheld of this being’s constant proximity, explain one’s motivations now!?”
{I told you the book was weird when nothing was written inside it, but you promised it wasn’t magical. Why correct you if I’m wrong~?}
(How… how the fuck did you figure it out?)
The moment Still breaks from his imagined plan, Adris feels his mind clouding up. He holds on as much as possible, yet Still just continues as he rubs the base of his thumb.
{Rantil and I met before? She’s quite the helpful little girl when you ask her nicely, yeeees?} Still’s fingers make a long lure toward Adris.
“You really are the queen bitch of the bunch, huh?” Rantil sounds more disappointed than catty with that insult.
{Who else but me~?} Still has a beautiful painted smile, her legs crossing over in the other direction for Adris’ benefit when responding with the obvious.
(Still chose to trust me on Rantil. Where they collaborated… is unnecessary to know for now.)
After sharing in Still’s secret tincture, there are fewer barriers of distrust. Especially with what Adris has determined about the sneak after meeting the Silver Alchemist that serves Aurumia.
(Still definitely stole the Alchemaster’s most special thing. I… have to protect myself by protecting her.)
One more reason to have others trying to kill him is hardly an addition Adris thinks as he sighs to himself.
“… Miss… Rantil?” Allowed to speak again, Ave claps her hands. “When he said we didn’t know his true power, he was hinting at those like you of his court!? That he can call upon you any time, should the need arise!”
“‘Court’? Kinda weird, but kinda accurate, way of putting it, actually…!”
Rantil’s cutesy tone sounds positively acidic by the end, then Adris feels her arms squeeze into his neck.
“… You, alllllll of you, act so fresh with this Rantil’s Crossbearer, knowing nothing of his true value. Of the half of all of those who can never be who desired him as their king.”
“King!? Wait, only ‘desired’?”
Ave’s yelp doesn’t drown out Rantil’s quiet hissing. The girl’s forehead pressed into the back of his, and she gains a petulant shriek after!
“Our [King of Mystery]. Half of all of us ‘friends’ want him to be our ‘light’, and half want to THANK him for offering it, then snatching it away! But… but…! He threw… all of it away…!
Just… Just for… four…! That… tHaT…!
tHaT iS! tHaT, tHaT,
THAT…!”
(My stomach is turning.)
Adris grabs onto Rantil’s arms, feeling through them how the girl seems to be vibrating.
This anchor causes her to go quiet, while Ave and the girls who can see Rantil relax once more on their seats.
“…
… Rantil is unhappy that so much is offered to her Crossbearer, but he cares more about others’ desires.”
“That’s really like Adris, after all~! He always turns away from being the center of attention!”
Ave’s jolly shout sends all eyes to her. Sipping on now cold tea, the elf blinks at the social importance shifted to her and shies from it, yet manages a grin. “Adris cares a lot about… Miss Rantil, given how much he… yes, did, and does…? And, so, Adris is always… looking out for dreams others care strongly about, even if they don’t understand them yet? He does what nobody else does, that’s why he’s Adris. You must have one, too, right?” With a strange expectation, Ave slides off her rock to slink a little closer to the allip.
“What’s your dream, Miss Rantil!? If we’re together, we should share our go—!”
“Stop being friendly with Rantil.”
“Eh?”
Rantil’s normally cheery tone is a knife with that demand. Adris can hear a fluttering behind him of wind whispering.
(She has to be true to her nature.)
“‘It feels good when [he] obeys [me] in front of everyone’;
‘propagating from [him] if acting swiftly, perhaps a correction approved of by [a lady] may rectify where violence must not’;
‘everything [he] turns wrong causes just the kind of chaos [I] like.’”
This goading is similar to Adris’ own, throwing out their inner thoughts so that they can choke on them.
“So many bad girls are before a Codex, all their terrible intentions written inside only about what he can do for them.”
Each of the three’s thoughts cause them to stiffen, though Kol’s shock seems to be only that someone might have heard her thoughts when she reaches up to cover her ears, blinking at Rantil as if this might stop them leaking out.
“…
Nyahahahaha! No wonder Adris likes Rantil the most!? Hey, Rantil is bad, alright! No reason to say ‘I’m not a sinner’, because Rantil is a woman!” Adris’ cheek gets a smooch when his allip admits to her dastardly nature.
“But, Rantil doesn’t pretend she’s not going to do the bad things, then do them anyway.
… Bad girls hiding it in careful words and fake laughs are disgusting. Rantil genuinely wants to vomit at the thought of being ‘teamed’ with that.”
(That’s… too far. But, them hating you is preferable.)
“Kukukuku! Keep your falsities to yourselves, your ill-intentions private, even if I can still hear them! Nagging amongst yourselves, spreading lies, feeding hate, excluding always those who oppose your idea of how ‘this should be’!” Rantil’s eerie tone loses that pomposity she favors when freaking out, then the allip whines more like an imp.
“If Rantil wants to talk to an evil bitch in heat, Rantil will just practice a speech in front of a mirror~.”
When Adris gets caught up in the stares of the other girls, undisguised contempt being brandished toward his pet allip, Adris just continues about his own business of polishing the black cross.
“We haven’t even shaken hands? Is it… actually okay to just treat this like…? We have to hate each other, even before we’ve ‘met’?”
Only Ave continues to offer, a sad disappointment tinging her sentences.
“Rantil has nothing in common with cowardly girls!”
(Says the blatant coward!?)
“Um… probably… true. But, we…?”
Ave takes up her ponytail and holds it in front of her, all her hair ornaments glinting in the swirling lights of the false fire Still set.
“Both… we both have ponytails~? I’m… also a bit prone to being childish at the worst times…” Like never before, a hopeful grin is what she shows to Adris! “Ave…! No, I, don’t want to give up on being friends without trying? Please, I don’t have any reason to hate you!? Can’t we… at least talk first, a bit, then decide if we… dislike each other after we have a reason to? Miss Rantil?”
“Ah? Guh…!?”
(You’re turning colder?)
Rantil’s stark white arm shivers, and the girl keeps making choking sounds of pain.
Adris feels the air around them full of the blanking presence of Rantil’s true nature thinning.
“Are… you okay?”
“S-S-S-S-Shuuut, UPPP!
RANTIL TOOK ALL ADRIS’ FIRSTS!
… Kukukuku! Of course, even THAT one, the one that proves the marriage!”
Adris shivers when Rantil’s hands flow over his front, aching their way toward his just worshiped lower scepter.
(Proves…!? Wait… waitwaitwait, what did you do!?)
“NAAAAAAH!?”
Neesiette and Ave offer only a confused looks, but Kol roars! Still, too, jolts up from her seat with a cold, stiff extension of her arm.
“YES! HATE ME, YOU KNOW YOU WANNA!
RANTIL WILL NEVER HAVE FRIENDS! RANTIL HATES EVERYONE, TOO!
ESPECIALLY…!”
A mad cavalcade of screams and chattering bursts behind Adris’ back, then a tingling runs up his spine as a vibrating shadow rushes against his chest to solidify into a rectangular object beneath his tunic
(… ‘Rantil hates herself the most.’)
While Ave collapsed in the storm that raged behind Adris, her jaw hanging down and terrified of the way Rantil probably dissolved into nothing, Adris merely sets the black cross back into his belt loop.
Kol slides into a slump, while Still seats herself without a gesture.
(Ahhh… that was… a strange ending. Rantil, you… must be…?)
Adris almost dies at the thought of who “mother” is to Fehr.
“She’s always a handful.”
“Indeed? A ‘handful’, one’s own contribution?”
To hide his own mental destruction, Adris pushes away everything but humor. He makes a gesture toward Ave’s tea pot, rousing the collapsed elf that’s staring wide-eyed at him into groping for it.
“I have little grasp of mortals beyond your desires… resonating with me through my vessel, and the knowledge that they must be guided.” Adris stays aloof, but allows a tortured tone to take over. “Rantil, that gem’s great flaw if one exists was marred by others. When I discovered her, those fools called her worthless, yet offered her as tribute when I…?”
Adris lets the story die off while waiting for his tea, a purposeful hang in the conversation telling everything according to the values of the girls present.
“Ridiculous, one be sometimes! Boundless mercy contained within, even absolutely malicious creatures one spares time seeking potential to change. Yet, indulging too the twisted desires of their origination!”
“Am I the target of that complaint? What am I to do, if such a lost soul genuinely dedicates her body to me…?”
Neesiette only huffs after Adris asks, returning to her mostly-fabricated contraption that still lies in pieces. So irate before, Neesiette’s expression is a placid smile tinged by consternation at one corner.
(Sated herself with some brilliant deduction, “she can still fix me”, that’s useful.)
“You rescued Miss Rantil!?”
“That’s a tale for when she’s feeling… safer.” When Ave’s quick boiling water ends in a new tea cup being poured, and neither the stoic Kol, still lost in staring elsewhere, nor the quick-fingered sneak, who has been oddly reserved through this encounter, choose to question his statement about Rantil’s past, Adris moves on to the true part of his plan.
(I’ve created a new separation between us, one in which I am no longer the one pursuing to your side. A hidden “Kol” problem has been replaced with a “huge” issue that I have total control over.)
The way all of their mannerisms have changed toward him, from Ave’s almost instinctive bow when offering him a teacup, to Neesiette’s careful retreat from confronting him after hearing of “him denying the crown offered”, leaves so much for Adris to enjoy of his performance just now.
(They hate Rantil, but now are renewed in their mystery of me. Losing some closeness is a given with that… raunchy display, but, it’s also purely a Zennian norm inside the Castillo.)
That nobody questions openly his service received by Rantil is another shakeup of Adris’ common sense that is lacking.
He’d been warned so many times, but Kol finally proved it.
(I can’t hide from my desires. The Castillo will destroy me, and they will accomplish the same if I favor one of them. Obsession will escalate…? And so, Rantil is what they have to overcome before any of them can justify in their minds that I favor them!)
As Adris has never been anywhere for long, the art of conning others by “inviting them to pursue Adris over time” is a rare tool in his set. A rusty one that he has just made like new.
And now it pays off with information that he’s never sought, because he was only a pure bastard before.
(Instead of me always bringing more of my own seductions, what will yours be?)
“Before hearing of how Rantil and I met, that makes me curious? All the times we’ve talked…?
It’s regretful that I’ve never heard how all four of you experienced something other than Fate calling you together?”
Even Kol exits her fugue to share a series of looks between the four girls, a seemingly random question sparking a lot of conflicting feelings on each’s faces.
(Let’s have you four come to me like thieves when night comes, begging for more attention that a day with me alone couldn’t end your craving for.)