“Eat… THIS!”
A wild, indigestible disciple slams her last weapon against her god-like teacher’s face when it comes to claim a kiss:
Her own rock-hard forehead cracks into his, pushing, grinding against an obsidian mask!
“How amusing! Your attempt to flee my lesson, that is.”
Slyly he smiles when withdrawing from the clash, enjoying her mental collapse when flexing his neck without injury.
“N-n-ah!?”
It’s as easily shrugged off as hitting a small, dead branch. Instead of angry, he listens to the unheard singing of the swimsuit that has consumed Kol’s fiery strength. It resonates with him in a way only his most devoted aura tools ever had.
“NOT AMUSING! Another cheap trick!”
“A teaching implement, not a trick.” He pats the cloth loops where both her wrists meet over her breasts. “I devoted… enormous attention to it.” So long as the swimsuit glows purple and pink, lit by her own spirit, any touch of his earns equal obedience from her rebellious figure.
“Violence, though? Hating my gift? Running from its challenge?”
“Return Kol’s flames!”
“My disciple who lacks imagination too easily blew up when summoning them. So, I’ve… withdrawn the fire you love for a lesson.”
“Wrong! FEEL!”
That aura sparks, then burns outwards to consume dread once more!
The fresh burning wave collapses back in on the swimsuit, drawing only more fascination from all present and him especially.
(It’s attuned to me!? Ho…?)
“Huh!? A teacher shouldn’t steal fro—!”
“Perfectly in accordance with one’s stated ethics and world view, acts of one’s master be however.”
“Moon!?” Kol turns to glare at Neesiette in the distance, earning a scowl in turn as the doll stays neutral in tone.
“For a recalcitrant squire abhorring proper norms, only embracing might, Kol…” Left watching from a distance, Neesiette’s earth-calling scepter has been retrieved, yet stays lowered and unlit. “… as the defeated, irrelevant it be to this binary state one adores in how one arrived at this ‘failure’ state. Consequently, all actions pressed upon one be ‘just’ according to you.”
“D-Defeat!? Kol didn’t surrender!” Kol glares at Adris, her rage deepening.
Fear cannot project though, so he remains wisely smiling.
“I usually encourage your ‘challenges’ with a smile and self-diminishing to match your… level of expertise. Gracefully, always; but…?”
(The swimsuit has become an aura shackler, mimicking a device from Xin used to weaken the outward flow of the user?)
Adris’ skin tickles with the potential thickening the air, the mystery of his creation that dampens the obscene moans, stamps of large feet, and jarring creaks of vines that Kol once was fascinated by.
(Fatso used to… fit me with one to try and force me to escalate my sensitivity, to pierce beyond the maddening isolation of it… Now that I think about it, Cethran’s sash usually accomplishes something similar? I should keep that in mind…)
Not only does the swimsuit rob Kol of violence, but inhibits nothing about her beauty when his touches upon her strike so much skin. As it forms wonderful indentions into her fatty parts and strains over her solid muscle, she finds it harder to stay only angry, instead wincing at the pleasant containment.
(Is it isolation?)
“KEEEP!? Off, get off!” Kol recoils from his mere fingernail slicing upon the dull scales at her collarbone. She bites her lip in frustration when it stays.
(Not isolation! She’s super-heightened by contact! Is it… only me that produces this, though!?)
“Defeating your master isn’t actually possible,” He can’t test it, of course, because no other man can touch this brat’s throat. He presses his finger against it to feel her moan from the pressure! “I gave you a new… armor and technique, along with the hints that could unite aura, feelings, and the effect. But, you’ve left me disappointed that a ‘kiss’ is below you.”
“Disappoint!? Kol… is trying to do what Kol AND Boss would like!” Her redness of anger only half the story, a shaking of her head denying new wants growing, Kol gasps louder when his five fingers trace aura paths down her chest.
(The way she looks at me makes me question her self control…?)
A voice that can’t exist questions why she even needs that with him looming over her!
(… T-True!)
“You’ve insulted my creation, spoken for me in place of my own wants too often. Forced me to action with your outrageous pride yet again.”
“Not true! If Boss needs something, Kol will provide, that’s Kol’s pride! Kol, just needs most, too, and gives best, so Kol should always…!?”
Kol immediately whines, though both must recall her jockeying for control over him, for his disciple frowns as if she’s only disappointed it didn’t work.
(Can none of my words ever reach her?)
“…
Wanting to reach…”
A whisper from very far, and so close, sings into his ear bit by bit.
“… can’t not understand if you sync-UP!”
(Rantil?)
The allip’s evil cascading screech lodges into his mind, fluttering his eyes, before the pain becomes a pleasant song.
“Adris, let’s do the thing that shows off how ‘close’ you can come! Remember, when she danced at your touch in the dollmaker’s manse?”
(Aura core sympathy? Through my core’s link to hers, I could…?)
He struggles to recall the details as the world grows hazier, more violently pinkish red.
Just like that difficulty, Kol had resisted synchronization with great fury!
“But, that was because she was sending her… ‘aura’ outwards to oppose yours, riiiiight?”
(She can’t project any right now! Then… without words, my own “love” with her as its target can be…?)
Rantil’s echoing laugh at his brilliant realization urges him to relax his barriers against encroachment!
With delicacy, yet feeling suddenly giddy, he cradles the red star within his Inner Expanse.
(Enlightenment surpassing elves is possible right now!)
“Ghah?”
When he dips his enormous might into this metaphysical object, both Kol and the swimsuit that wraps around her jolt!
Its pleasant glow intensifies, and Kol’s tanned skin leeches its glow.
“Kol… feels… something that’s ‘not Kol’!” She blinks as if something rubbed her heart, then stopped, and looks around to find the source. “Like… first time that Boss taught Kol the ‘fire inside’, then with ‘goops’?”
“That’s my own spirit you’re drawing inside you.”
Kol flashes anger at this, then sighs pleasantly when the next emotion from Adris is adoration.
(Let’s lead her through my dance.)
“Before some… malformed ‘love’ smothers you beneath its ugliness, let me treat you to my fullest ‘presence’ to instill some self-control.”
“Can’t… control… Kol…!”
Though he cannot do what elves do, through their bond that now burns somewhat like Still’s and his, there will be…!
(I have no idea what love truly is, but let’s let our spirits mingle, KOL!)
With his touches as catalyst,
his own desires become the fuel for both their fires!
“Hey, Adris, why have you never sampled what every part of a kobold tastes like~?”
Even if he could not recall them if prompted, and would never think to otherwise, down to the very last embarrassing draw that Kol could tempt him with…
“Individually, each place on her dirty, nasty body, just for comparison to the others? Maybe also to other girls… just not Rantil? Y’know, not really for any reason other than finding out if it
TASTES
GOOD/BAD
WHEN IT REEKS JUST FOR YOU~R PLEASURE?”
… these inclinations that disturb and excite him punch straight through his rationality to join the whispers that scream into his ears once more.
His tongue sparks with sensation, the very air carrying the appetizer of the expected flavor!
A nose that is only a human’s merges its capabilities with his tongue, the two organs made the same as his pink muscle creeps past his lips.
“Though you often trample it, let me show some of my pure ‘affection’.”
“Show—NNAANANANAHAHHHHHH!?”
A cascade of screaming deafens Adris forever when diving between substantial breasts to lick straight up her sternum. Savoring the soft, tanned skin before the very distinct switch to a soft patch of scales, Adris licks right over the swimsuit’s bands that burn his tongue!
(… It’s not just the smell, or the taste, but the “sexual savoring” where you become a part of the stench? It’s not just the taint on her skin, but how it reacts to your saliva…?)
“RIGHT!? Only one go and you get it! Aaaaahhhhh, my Crossbearer is so wise already~!”
Perhaps the whispers all along were not foreign watchers,
but only a chatty young girl’s suggestions full of love for a man who she longed to hear her…!
After his slurping strike, he pulls back to enjoy how Kol’s rigidly locked body relaxes slowly to resume shaking.
The surprise writ on Kol’s face, especially fluttering pink eyes, betrays what pleasures just coursed through her without any resistance.
Feeling herself being tasted through another, her own tongue wags out!
(She has absolutely no defense against being [pressed] upon right now!? Ahahaha, I only sent the mildest edge of my lust through into her!)
“All girls are weak to ‘attacks’, Adris, as long as you’re not too ugly about it~. Mmmm, sometimes ugly and nasty is good, too?”
“… Guh!? Weak, tongue isn’t even a… ‘mating’ part…!” Despite the ambush, Kol slows her breathing and hazards a shit-eating grin. “Kol, can easily take that, kakaka!”
(What is this!? My bonfire of stacked bricks is completely extinguished and scattered!?)
There’s also no seductive build up needed, nor gradual synchronizing, nor inhibitions.
Adris’ razor-sharp focus and the dark thoughts Rantil is currently undamming with a sledge hammer ready to drown Kol.
“If Boss’ ‘love’ really stronger… than that…!?”
Angling toward the still-ongoing display of erotic domination that has the environment suffocating with its intensity, Kol further provides both motivation and also renews Adris’ [cause].
(Yes… that.)
“Believe it or not, ‘size’ doesn’t mean as much on the long end~! Unless it’s reeaaallly big…”
No matter how Rantil downplays it, he’s still assaulted by the grotesque psychic invasion of a sweating, half-composed elf that leaks white spurts with every hollowing thrust!
Hessalian shakes his view with her emotional overflows, driving her physical abuse to ever higher stakes when her overly gentle urgings drive the kelpie into thrusting more wildly!
Only giggling like a doting older sister at the situation that spirals out of control around and within her, she is assured of the enslavement of all the huge male horse creatures that drip from their long cocks beside her or ready to unleash again within.
“Kol… FEELS that, too… just watching! Doesn’t need touches…” Kol moans this, and Adris hesitates because he recognizes that another scene is imprinting on her, too!
“Proof of better love… not know which, but watching, very strong.”
(Elves are absurdly empathic! Don’t compare the Talent, compare the result!)
One lonesome participant intends to find release forestalled, its whole demeanor apocalyptic as it keeps stamping with impatience at being last! The other struggles to recover, limp and drained, but its glazed eyes hopeful!
(Real closeness, it won’t lose out to bestiality!)
Against that, and to prove this enraptured elf bitch wrong that she is the standard by which Kol should seek pleasure, Adris for the first time tugs on Rantil with his thoughts!
“Uwaaah!?”
(Dumb animals with big dicks can’t provide whatever I can cram into Kol, so help me drill it in, RANTIL!)
“Ho, Adris, you’re sounding veeeeery needy~!”
(Not needy! This is a matter of intellect in application! The ultimate correction of a flaw in my seductions of Kol so far! After I’m done here, we will… escalate our relationship!)
And unite the disparate threads of their relationship’s development into a greater weave.
One less piecemeal.
(We came here to fix Avenalliah, but why only stop there…!?)
Because he is brilliant, it’s Adris’ very nature to mix personal pleasure with the resolution of his problems!
(How dare that elder say that MY feelings wouldn’t be in these swimsuits!? Who’s right now, knife-eared bastard!?)
“Adris, that sort of masculine pettiness to the point of stupidity is… pretty FUN for Rantil, hehehe… but, do you think Kol cares?”
Because his disciple is feeling his emotions, what he just felt has her silently waiting while staring at him.
(… Ah. True.)
“There is no comparison, Kol. I made an oath…”
“S-S-STOPPPP!?”
From her sternum to her neck as her head is forced back, then down again to the flesh of her breasts, he pauses only to comment while licking over the exposing skimpy bands to the plentiful skin.
“That no other could ever please you like I can, and will.”
“Being weird! Weird Boss… hieee!?”
More angry than scared, Kol tries to inch away but has Adris follow by grabbing her right arm.
“How you taste different after swimming than you do bathing… hnnnhnnnhn?”
Completely out of his mouth and wiggling, Adris’ tongue dances along the meeting of fur and tanned skin on her right arm.
“STOP DOING WEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK THI—HNGHS!?”
“A wet body, not cleaned, just moistened, is a different kobold delicacy.”
Moving up her arm, twisting her as she tries to crawl away by wriggling, Adris gives her goosebumps all over.
“What, even, ‘kobold delicacy’!? Not doing actual eating of Kol! RIGHT, Kol doesn’t eat Boss, like said not to!?”
She tries to turn around, her shiny butt especially aimed at him. “Do… Do other, if wanting to lick!” Still wet from the shell’s surface, here the kobold reek is growing. “Kol wouldn’t hate if done right there… Why, feels like fire from [Dining Hell], dragon tongue?”
“I’ve already tasted that.”
“Why only once, interested!? Ugh, Boss… actually, really likes… skin taste…!?”
Kol’s arm is lifted, stuck straight extended due to the swimsuit locking her bones with its inner fire.
Frustrated, then disbelieving, Kol’s mouth hangs open when Adris’ face doesn’t stop closing on the bare recess of her armpit.
“No…”
(Yes!)
Without a shred of nobility, Adris plunges his face to bathe in the overpowering musk!
“HYAAA!?”
A completely out of place high-pitched scream, one Kol has never uttered, shrieks Adris’ eardrums into pounding.
It grows louder when his tongue wiggles against the baby-like skin that has never known sunlight.
“Ahahaha, my noble Crossbearer loves e-v-e-r-ything about girls!?”
(Just her! Kol… how does her scent affect me so much!?)
“OUT! OUUUUT!?” Kol’s shivers coincide with her natural perfume getting stronger, though from lower on her body. Heightened to such intricacies by Rantil’s powers, Adris pulls away only so he can gloat at how betrayed she appears.
“R-R-R-Ruin… Kol’s… ‘reputation’…!”
Cringing as much as she can, even though her arm stays lifted by its own muscles flexing, Kol’s lip quivers with such a novel experience.
(Embarrassment. She can feel that~?)
Bereft of armor, deprived of flames, and at another’s mercy, the primary harm that Adris has inflicted with tongue is a collapse of esteem. Muscled, yet slender, her swimsuit of criss-crossing bands has become a prisoner’s garb for public execution.
(… Superb.)
Though others watch, even if Adris can’t recall caring about their names, it’s only a child that wants to be a knight that is concerned about honor over feeling good.
Her lord that has never particularly cared about whether she was refined or not, only that she submits and welcomes him with her fluffy arms into an embrace, allows that thought to flow outward.
“… Why…!?” She croaks that question when flinching, for her expression turns confused, then angry!
“Doing… this to Kol…!? HAPPY!?”
(Our resonance is this potent?)
Nothing comes from her, for the swimsuit devours it, but his deepest thoughts now resonate within her in ways not even he can gauge.
Still’s own emotions transmitting to him had been flashes only, implicit empathic sensations…?
“You know what I feel through the swimsuit’s aura qualities.”
“Hurting Kol… happy…!?”
“You’re not hurt. Nothing about you has been harmed, nor would I.”
“… Lie…! Treat Kol… bad… unnecessary touches, only wanting to make look weaker!” Again her lip quivers, then she hisses at him. “If Boss wants feel good, have Kol beneath while Boss is strong, then do what feels good for BOTH and… and…!?”
Uncharacteristically, she seems to hungrily moan the horrific request while also spitting at him as the perpetrator of something evil.
“‘Rape’ Kol!”
“… No.”
“Nah?”
A flat refusal confuses her even more, for Adris’ already full erection did twitch at the word, and the image of her being raped by him.
His revulsion wars with his peak masculinity’s natural draw toward sexual conquest.
(The emotional conflict a man faces can’t be understood properly by a woman, even Kol!)
“Ahhh, ‘the proud knight who refuses to surrender, succumbing to the pleasures that she can’t deny, thrust upon and into her…!’ That can be a fun little play she’s often aiming for these days, yes, buuuuut~ …?”
If it weren’t for Rantil and the coldness she spiked into the word, he probably would’ve spread Kol’s legs.
“… A good and proper violation wouldn’t be the affection that my idiotic Crossbearer desires.” Switching personas, Rantil’s flirty tone becomes acidic. “Every destructive impulse you’ve inflicted on him must be returned… kobold.”
(I have many issues with you, including the strange things you’ve been making me want to do!)
“To inflict torments on others’ unwilling bodies for my own pleasure… I’m not fond of it.”
“Lies.” Kol’s anger vanishes. Truly disbelieving, she just stares while scrunching her thick eyebrows. “… Boss… many times… seemed enjoy, most, that kind of…? Kol also does, for some reason, so, thought…?”
“Not everything of others’ strong desires becomes my own personal enjoyment.” Merely flexing his hands, Adris lowers his voice and sounds put off.
“Hah!? Boss… promised, ‘Kol’s desires, be Boss’’! How can… you not enjoy but ‘desire’, still!?” The question is so naively loud that Adris catches where this misunderstanding’s evil fruit was grown from.
(Promising that what she wants would be what I want was dangerous, because this tyrant is too demanding!)
“Mmmmm, I don’t think she grew up ever experiencing what it’s truly like to be walked on and not like it!”
(Rantil…?)
Unbidden, the allip’s teasing temptations swirl inside and become a thicker river of intentions before Adris can even think…
“Hey…
Remember how she constantly rejects your great wisdom~?”
Adris’ heart thumps, painful and fast!
His breathing accelerates with Kol’s impious actions, past and present!
All of them, arrayed against Adris, striking at his absolute authority!
“Having a woman want me allows my real essence to fill this vessel, and you in turn.” And Kol does want him, despite the ire, for more than just the promise of being “filled with power”.
“Boss… ruining things! Kol, almost understood ‘real love’ from elfs, so she can give it to Boss.” Even if she looks tired and drunk, she’s intimately burning with a need for more than she deserves by still not comprehending simple ideas.
(It’s not primarily for me that you’re doing this, though.)
More than just wanting to taste her, her offenses toward him should earn a bloody the nose for this brat that wants to decide what he wants and needs…!?
“Hey…? Yeah, the timing feels good~ Just like the situation that’d rile her up the most, and then…?”
(What are you scheming now, Rantil!? I’m already feeling strange…)
“Like she did to all of you, do THIS!”
Anger gives way to Adris’ own astonishment when Rantil sighs. Her order carries a subtle resonance, an instinctive impetus growing that he tries to resist.
(H-Huh? But, that’s…!?)
“Normally, you’d think ‘what I’m about to do, it’s the worst thing you can do’ …?”
Along with the chatty explanation beginning, the image of Kol arrogantly spitting at Neesiette flashes back through Adris’ mind!
Outrages him like little else has except outright betrayal…!
“… ‘you gotta treat ‘em so nice and pretty and fragile and looooving and …’”
Because, it IS a betrayal of him!
And of Neesiette, the two people that have taken the most care of this orphaned, exiled ‘buffoon’, as Neesiette’s own voice rings along with Rantil’s…!
“B-Boss… weirder vibes, Kol doesn’t understand what feels like ‘sooty water puddle’?”
Kol flinches, then tries to ask something of Adris, finally flattening harder against the shell she lays on when he leans closer.
“GUCK!?”
But she recoils into a slide sideways when something fat and wet slops onto her cheek.
All competing emotions drop away when she goes whiter, then returns to beet red.
“… ‘you’d never, ever, eveeeeer do something that’d ‘dirty’ a girl, but you know, we actually… kind of like being treated a little meanly at times, so we can feel our hearts go BABOOM, BABOOM, then…?”
Adris watches in concealed awe when his favorite tag-along, and also foiled replacement for a lost love, doesn’t turn deathly serious and then threaten to tear him apart as he expected would happen.
“Can’t… do…”
Instead, she firmly squeezes her quivering lips together to resemble a petulant kid, and with tears only at the corner of her eyes…
“… this, to Kol!
Boss, can’t do THIS to Kol, because…!”
Just narrowly avoiding crying, the kobold who seems to be melting down turns her face to hide the spit on her cheek. “Kol, supposed to be knight! Boss’ knight!”
(Beautiful.)
If only for a moment,
witnessing this feels darkly fulfilling.
An action that can never be allowed to happen, nor go unpunished, is one he just committed.
That he could do it, and get away with it, and that it was this wild, wonderful disciple of his that can’t refuse it…!?
“Why… strongest feelings coming into Kol, they’re good and bad, too!? Why ‘stain’ Kol with spit in front of… EVERYONE, like Boss told Kol NOT TO DO to herself!?”
When his satisfaction washing over her roils Kol up, her arms try to pull up, but can’t hide her face. Unable to settle upon an expression as her moods are forced to mutate by Adris’ own, she screams!
“Don’t just STARE at ‘weak Kol’ like this!?”
Aggrieved, insulted, humiliated, aroused, and ultimately captured completely by the presence of Adris and his slight,
Kol fehl Dain cares the most that she can’t show a brave face in his presence, not that he spat upon her.
“That’s about what Rantil felt was hidden~. Letting me down so much, haaaah, idiot lovey-dovey people…”
(Is… this good? I… don’t know. How I feel… how that felt…?)
If anything, despite the evil, petty part of him wanting to openly gloat, he mostly wants to die.
That it felt good when it shouldn’t, is as painful as it is liberating.
Because he recalls that there are people watching, though he can no longer sense them with the darkness enshrouding him and Kol, Adris has to ask…
(I’ve done much worse… haven’t I? I’m kinda feeling like…?)
“The ultimate bastard! A force of corruption to rival the Alchemaster, my Crossbearer is, unknowing of how wet Rantil and every witnessing female is, kukukuku!”
(I don’t have ambitions to be that kind of man for real, Rantil!)
“… Ummm, Rantil understands, you had a sword-hacker who never showed her feelings, so you’d be stuck on how to capitalize on this, wouldn’t you? How this will work out if you just play with her emotions a bit? On what to say and do now with a girl who wouldn’t castrate you for spitting on her?
Just listen to Rantil, this will be perfect~:”
“You’re my disciple. You’ll always be weak before me.”
“HATE!”
One word is Kol’s core truth, for the kobold finally sheds the tears at the corners of her eyes.
“When you spit on others, though, or on my ideals, you dirty ME!”
Only raising his voice now, nothing but Adris’ genuine rage and personal affront is in that volume, while his facial features that he can’t control in the moment and the aura that drains from him into Kol slams how harmed he feels within.
(That’s why it felt good…)
A revenge for not just himself, but for Neesiette and Ave, too.
Feeling like a rope has unwound that was binding his heart, Adris calms down and whispers less passionately.
“Not yourself or those you spit upon. Just me.”
“… Not mean to…”
Absent an apology, Kol’s guilt shows in the pain that contorts her own features.
(A little empathy at last?)
“Bad girls have to feel the pain themselves to get it.”
But there’s no time for recriminations when he brings his extended tongue to her face.
“DisGUSSSSTTT!?”
Kol grunts the word, but clearly doesn’t mean it with how violently she shakes!
Her eyes tilt back along with her head when Adris returns the moisture from her cheek that he gifted back to his mouth. He swirls it around, enjoying the flavor openly before swallowing hard.
“Nothing you do for me, or with me, will ever be a stain that I won’t clean off you.”
“N-Nah!? Weird promise…” She looks away, then back after thinking. “But, Kol… can’t… won’t be ‘ruined’ like Moon says if… with Boss?”
“Nothing about you is tainted to me, so long as you let me be the ‘star’ that guides the ‘ruin’ you can’t seem to NOT want to bring on yourself.”
A very naive smile cuts through, for Kol perks up with a face no less hopeful than when he made her his (probationary) disciple to begin with.
“Kol… says… ok, Boss.”
It’s not a sufficient promise, though, because not only is Kol too intoxicated by the moment to be rational as she starts to cackle softly,
“Sounds fun. Kakaka!” But also her glazed over eyes strain with new cunning glinting. “Boss… definitely will feel Kol’s ‘ruin’ later…” Pleasure corrupts, and Kol is a very corrupt creature when plotting!
“Like a scavenging lioness would ever start farming, pffft!”
(Maybe… one day, she’ll actually get me?)
“Dreamer Adris! Let’s make a prediction: in a dark Petripolis ‘one day’, a white-furred brute is going to ‘actually get you’ into it and…~?”
To not blunt his honed edge against Kol, he lets his anger rekindle.
“But, you still still ignore my own thoughts for your own. I know, because you violated my first rule earlier without any humility.”
“Geh!?”
Kol groans when she’s rolled onto her stomach, her tail whipping around before a single flick of Adris’ hand paralyzes it straight upward.
“So, inscribe within yourself the difference between ‘good’ and ‘bad’ love with my physical lesson.”
Facing down the slope toward the red lake tainted black, Kol’s legs naturally pull wider when she again bears witness to an inferior coupling. Her arms are gently pulled behind her back, leaving her very perky nipples grinding at maximum sensitivity against the hard shell. Adris’ right hand traces down Kol’s spine toward her butt, then rests on the soft fur patch just at her tail’s base.
While she makes a throaty purring noise at how he rubs there, Kol chokes on the purr after a moment and raises her voice. “… W-What, doing!?”
“Showing you that Zennia’s ‘love’ doesn’t only have to be violent.”
All this time they had their spat, the second kelpie had been thrashing the elf that broke bread for Kol and Adris; but, now he’s stuck staring and locked in mid-thrust. Hessalian too is wide-eyed despite her heavy breathing. Adris holds her interest just as much as the beast she’s seduced.
Both parties silently regard the other, thoughts unknowable except for Hessalian’s.
An uncharacteristic reverence softens the outflows of her psyche. Makes her seem baited by Adris’ own show to start as she curiously smiles, with the elf bitch’s pretenses lacking.
Almost like he’s her entertainment at all times.
(But… I am not your “side dish”.)
By his own instinct, Adris’ free hand rolls a thumb over the black cross that lies at his knees.
Its beautiful obsidian luster is a healthier shine than any rainbow pearl of Xin!
“Dare you, to cease your disgusting performance?” With Rantil’s bubbly mania still coursing through him, Adris puts on his normal show of curling his lip evilly and entrusting the depths of his voice to…!
“HIIIIEGHH!?
HEEEEEEEEEEE!? HIIEH!”
The frozen kelpie noisily slops to life, its irregular thrusts resuming so clumsily that Hessalian rips herself forward when carried by the impacts!
“HHmmmm!
YESSSSSSSS!” Brutality wipes anything but ecstatic appreciation from Hessalian; rocketed back into growing orgasm again as her lithe form instinctively rides back and forth, left and right, and rises to keep the massive cock just at the perfect point within her—!?
“UUGGGHHH—HIIEEEEEH!” An ugly roar born of seemingly terror and pleasure electrifying the water horse hits, and then the horse’s huge body hugs the vine rack closer.
“A lot…! Myyy, that’s… haaaah, a lot of boiling love~!” Hessalian lifts, too, while curling her toes. An already conspicuous bulge inflates slightly more with the shudders of the kelpie.
“Oh no…” The orgasm that was building for the elf slut ceases to bend her surroundings with emotion, for the source sours and rapidly deflates. “… Aaah… haaah, nooo… Mr. Prince-from-Afar, you spooked him~! Mmmmm… the spirit was very willing, though. Isn’t this a lot of ‘proof’?”
The kelpie that Adris demanded to continue rips out so that the elf can moan and then whine at the deluge that spills out from her behind. It eyes Adris with fright even as it unsteadily backs away out onto the water.
(What is this?)
Because so many shadows still beam down upon the turtle’s back, it eventually disappears into one.
(Hey!
I need a proper comparison…)
“You.”
“GGGIIIEEHEE!?”
The third kelpie that was frothing earlier to mate something not of its own species ceases its own retreat when Adris calls to it.
“Destroy that slut with your pathetic ‘love’: now.”
“Oooh?” Hessalian’s energy peaks when her lazy yellow eyes constrict with him lit in them. Being called a slut by Adris produces a wonderful renewal of the aromatic smell of pure lust that elves can exude.
“Don’t leave me tortured by that threat…!”
She rises weakly from her vines, wipes the sweat from her face, and cheerily asks, as well. “Hnnn, share the freshest love! My water prince!”
Again the elf presents her perky butt that’s been abused for minutes on end, no normal physiology accounting for her libido’s survival and endurance against such enormity.
But the kelpie balks at the last moment, its mood unreadable to Adris, but earning a kind smile from Hessalian.
“There’s no last nor least, only yourself~.”
A hand pulls on her butt cheek to let out the last semen she tried to savor, her pussy no doubt a cavern that snugly fits only the next cock the same insane size.
“Given from you, share your love… please!”
The fearful kelpie takes one sniff and then nearly collapses. Thrown into a stupor, it mindlessly totters toward Hessalian as it heaves its lungs to accrue the energy of breaths for what comes.
Adris frowns, while Kol sucks on her tongue, when that shrinking log reinflates down to its bulbous, piercing head, and then he rears up…!
“LET’S BEGIN!”
(Easy win.)
“KYAAAH! You’re… SO VIOLENT!”
“NAH, NAH, NAAAAHHHHH!?”
The very instant Hessalian is split up the middle by the third kelpie that goes so berserk that the vine stand it lands on starts shaking, Adris drops his hand lifted above Kol’s tail to slap at its base, then keeps patting. A hilariously obedient kobold grinds her cheek into the shell when using it to try and lift her butt higher!
“B-B-BOOOOSSSS, D-D-D-DOOOOIIII-Nnnnnngggg!?” The shocks running through her make her stutter and slur, adding to the chaos that his emotional satisfaction brings.
Pleasure from being stroked in this spot is the domain of beasts; but Adris’ own isn’t stupid, or worthless, only endearing when he grips the base of her tail and lifts on it.
“Treat…! DOON’T! This… not, nyaah, ‘person’ way…!”
“Don’t fret social norms when it comes to ‘love’.”
Sliding up to straddle her back, Adris leans forward whispers this. He ceases to slap, though Kol doesn’t drop her butt even an inch.
Furry ears sweep back, then forward, for her breathing is no less athletic than the raging kelpie’s.
“This… this… like… beast riding…” She growls with frustration, but is helpless to resist.
“No, just the proper training…”
Kol’s bestial nature anticipates what’s coming with perfect accuracy by trying to slide forward, to let Adris’ painfully erect cock slip behind her butt as he rolls over her tail.
“… for my favorite…” The word he was going to use makes him pause. It’s potentially lethal if not handled right.
“But if you finally do survive calling her that, just… think of how horny it’ll make her!
And you! And me!?”
Adris does think on it, smiling innocently as he offers one last chance.
“It’s still not too late to surrender.”
“Hah!? Boss can’t force any feeling into Kol that hasn’t already been felt once…!”
Before she can anticipate what’s next, Adris lines up within his thoughts every feeling he’s had about Kol before now.
“I think you’ll find that how I feel about you is quite complicated at times…”
All that he’s ever wanted from her, transferred through his teeth to the ear that he nibbles, and gloating on the whisper that assaults even her basic self-worth.
“… my pet…”
“Nnnngggaaahhhtttttt ppppeeeeeeehhhhttttt!?”
What might be a small orgasm from only this rocks through her when a strike of lightning fluffs furry ear up; then, Kol’s erected tail drops once Adris’ immense satisfaction and dread over “owning” her drains into Kol.
She lays panting in collapse, mostly still raised to stare at the starstruck elf that half studies them back, and half gives herself completely to a beast.
“W-W-What… that…!?”
(We are not inferior to them! That’s what that was…)
To match how this Hessalian becomes one with the dumb kelpie she strokes and whispers unheard adorations to, Adris connects his very soul to Kol’s burning star within himself!
“… My pet disciple.”
“Kohl ish…!? Haah, a person, NOT A PET!”
Reaching beneath to where her swimsuit bands meet at her crotch, Adris simply waves them away without responding. They pull apart on their own, and then he connects his sliding fingers over her sodden cunny.
Parting the puffy, less-tight-than-usual lips as a test of their lubrication, he then rakes up and presses down upon the hood over her clit.
“CCUUUUMMMMMMMMmmmmm!?!?
HOOOOoohhhh! Hoooo…!”
Not a minute after her first quakes, Kol hisses this and starts to moan so loudly that it’s hard to hear the kelpie’s hideous shrieks.
“My eager pet disciple, I implore you: surrender before you hurt yourself on me.”
“Kkkooooool… Kol… is Kol… nggah, not… pet! And… NEVER SURRENDER!”
“What’s in a name!?”
(I’ve always been interested in how this works when she’s had so many.)
Entrusting his daring fingers to a task that needs only the bare minimum of their normal dexterity, Adris starts to firmly, but gently, circle over the flesh above her clitoral hood. Doing this and also patting rhythmically as he settles himself onto Kol like he’s hugging her from above, Adris enjoys how his dick is crushed against her as she bucks him.
“NGNGGH!? SO SHARP!? GOOD STAB…!?” She spits onto the shell pure water from both ends, crunching her stomach muscles involuntarily as she gasps!
“[Kol].”
“… YESH!? Yyyeess… Kol is… still not impressed!”
Adris’ once turbulent emotions have settled after starting this arms race, filtering his benevolent adoration now through the holy swimsuit that tightens further around her skin.
“[Pink-Eyed Monster].”
“Am… still am ‘just fine’…! Hhhaaah! If… this… ‘love’, still kinda llllaaaa—me!?”
She screams again when he pokes her clit directly after using this epithet. Being one that the slayers Kol single-handedly massacred gave her, it produces no difficult reaction other than to egg her on.
“[Scurry].”
“… Like… name, me…!? Keep saying… fffuuuh… but, still won’t surrender…!”
The first name that she supposedly had, given to Kol by the tribe that once feared her ability to appear anywhere and punish them without warning, still sounds the same to the squire as the rest.
(Every name that’s she’s accepted is just… ‘herself’ to Kol?)
“What a simple girl~!”
But the experiment ramps up when Adris stops merely rubbing her clit from the safety of the fat above it, and creeps his curling middle fingers down toward her lips and his palm crushing down.
“… Precocious little tunnel dog.”
“Nnn!? … Nah!?
NYANGAH!?” Almost like she’s barking through her orgasm, Kol riles up and flops in place!
“‘FUCK’, CALL ME!?
HUHHHHH!?
SHITTY BOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!?”
White-hot sparks jump out at Adris!
“HHHYAAAAAAnnnggghhh~♥!?”
But, then sizzle and pop into nothingness when slick, rebellious lips happily accept his fingers. In time with the wild thrusts of the kelpie, Adris cradles Kol with one arm tight, while the other reaching hand curls two digits deep into her soggy hole.
His palm gently crushes her clit with each deep thrust.
A pussy that has the sun’s warmth eagerly surrenders!
“… Notfair, notfair, notfair, notfair, notfaiiiirrrrghhh!”
Fairness doesn’t matter when the throes of her orgasms are made more passionate by Adris’ own excitement fueling them!
Each gasp from her is more satisfaction he can drive through his aura circulation, emptying through his fingertips directly into the channel toward a hungry womb!
“Put in…!” His fingers lodge to a stop.
“Kol… wants…! Big Boss dick! Human, but very nice nice even if not HUGE, huge…”
(Again, you stab yourself.)
“Will you go inside her…!?”
A childish cry interrupts him for the first time, casting aside his renewed disdain for Kol.
Adris momentarily gapes at the juvenile excitement Hessalian reveals through her onging violation, as difficult as it is to focus on her with the visible distortions of her pleasure.
“Need a… haaah, helping green hand?”
She’s so enraptured by Kol’s kind abuse that the gentle plants surrounding them sway around, almost pulling the vine rack apart with the kelpie still stuck inside her.
As if she’s going to walk over on her hands, dragging it by its…!?
“… no, no, no, let’s… uunn! Stay… ‘aloof’…!”
The wildness coming over her that chattered her teeth passes, and the elf strokes the kelpie with concern when its fear becomes too much.
“Sorry, slower, not faster! Less of you… too good for me, that’s why! I’m trying to be… safe…! Caring for you, yes! Hehehe!”
Whatever loss of control reverses, and Hessalian’s chaotic storm of emotions becomes a continuous wave again.
(Did we achieve something!? But, no, not inside…)
“I’ll enter you, Kol.”
“HHGHK!? Good…!”
Her spine lifts with her sudden excitement, and her butt rises again as Adris lets his fully contained member slide into the crack of her butt. The texture of the elvish cloth ensheathing it has Kol moaning just from the touch.
“Finally… Mating!
‘ENTER! DRIVE INSIDE! ‘Fucking’!”
Naked hunger is appealing in its own way, and Kol’s giant smile almost earns it when angling her butt for him.
“If you can tell me when it was that I wanted, for the first time, you more than anything else at all.”
“What.”
Letting himself sound wistful, Adris’ sudden change in mood has Kol’s face tightening in equal parts rage and disbelief. She just blinks dumbly; but, as his many fond recollections are allowed to escape from memory with Rantil’s aid, Kol is struck by the intensity of what bubbles up.
“What… is this…!?”
A moment that is both defining and haunting.
“… feel sick…!”
Wonderful and horrible.
Adris withholds no anguish from their link as he rubs her tail over his chest as encouragement. Kol keeps gasping, the rush to answer flitting between sudden epiphany, then squinting dismissal and a shake of her head against the shell.
“Mmm, you never let anything go, do you~?”
Even recalling it produces pain, though he’s tried to forget it.
So simple at the time, so overlooked in the aftermath, with Rantil’s influence and the elves projecting emotions like deathly aura rays, it’s impossible for Adris not to remember it!
(Some things… I can’t.)
As if the very scene swirls around him, traps him in a room the same size, a pleasurable pain nips at the words she spoke so innocently…
“Kol!” She happily yells her own name as a start, then lifts her tight ass.
“When Kol, for Boss…!”
A bloodthirsty grin means that it can’t be the right answer.
“… when Kol… beat the shit out of that loud furry!
Put the whole slayers in their places again, all for Boss!
So that nobody would… look down on us there, ever!”
(That wasn’t a bad time, but no.)
“When Kol was strongest, for Boss!? That has to be it!”
Her trapped tail tries to wag, but can’t, so Kol’s ears twitch instead!
“No.”
“WHY!?”
Rather than parting her plump lips with the covered head of his cock, he instead sits back upon her and rides through her tantrum.
“Kol… was… that was the strongest MEEEE—EEEAGH!?”
When she’s so riled up, just parting her lips with with his fingers once more to enter sends a spasm through her core, one that would’ve obliterated his cock if it was within the vice grip of her vaginal passage.
Kol drools absentmindedly for a moment, then whines!
“Don’t understand…!?
What… nyaaah!? What… besssht Kohlll, then!?”
No mercy will be given with a wrong answer, so Adris times Kol’s execution to occur just after the frothing kelpie’s. It has buckled to the overwhelming spiritual turbulence oppressing the lake, ready to submit to Hessalian’s sexual mind control.
“The best you, the one I’ve always fondly remembered…”
“… YEEEESH!?”
Adris angles his middle fingers to scrape along the wall that matches her front. In an awkward position while cradling her, with his arm both reaching below and holding tight, he can no longer whisper the answer.
“No armor. No helmet.
Smelling like me even after wiping, because… I’d soiled you inside all night!”
His ungentlemanly cry has her bucking along with his vivid recollection that remember exactly how he felt!
“CUM!
CUUUM!
HHHHEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHH!?”
He doesn’t let up fingerbanging her even as the second orgasm rolls through. Fast and almost uncaring for friction, he rakes her within!
“The most attractive Kol didn’t need protection or strength.”
Following her as she tries to squirm away, Adris dumps all of his unsavory attraction toward her into their link!
“HHhhhnnngghh!?”
Successive slaps against her clit earn only clear fluids soaking every digit, but then she can no longer contain the dam within herself.
He and the evil spirit within himself relish the trickle he hears on the hard shell.
“Not like a knight at all then, the Kol that simply thanked me with a smile was superior.”
“HHGGGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
When he rips his fingers out suddenly, then tweaks Kol’s clit hard, she produces the same splashing effect that the kelpies did with an elf.
A golden flood pours down the turtle shell with less volume, spilling out toward the lake.
Red and yellow make orange. Adris is eager to watch that new shade be made!
“… Whhhhyyyyy… weak…?” Kol, however, stays conscious by sheer obstinacy instead of passing out.
He turns her over, enjoying how she slumps dead against the shell and stares up with a face resembling a drug user’s after burning an entire bowl.
“I’ll admit that I was mistaken, Kol.”
Though Kol has slobbered over her own face, and she can only stare blankly, when Adris’ head approaches hers, she struggles to resist his mouth nearing by pulling her own lips inward!
“My favorite you has become the one right now:
Absolutely defenseless.
Hinging on my mercy.
Completely… mine.”
If she won’t surrender her lips even now…?
“Then… let’s go for round two?”
(She doesn’t have to be…?)
“… awake to cum, right!?”
(She’ll understand my true feelings even if they’re in her dreams while wearing this swimsuit.)
“What you’ve just experienced is only the start of what my form of ‘love’ can teach.”
Adris traces his fingers down her stomach, which produces minor tremors of satisfaction!
She tries to speak, but can only moan and grin!
“Raw, unfocused, your pleasure just now can be harnessed to achieve even higher planes of satisfaction.”
Blazing purple and pink wrap around her, pull willingly of their own accord to not hide her pink nipples that also deserve a kiss.
So long as he’s beside this perfect disciple, one that longs for him so much that she’ll resist unto death, Adris feels weightless.
“Until your very soul becomes enlightened flames, devote yourself to me, Kol.”
As if something no longer hangs over him, briefly, he finds it easy to be himself.
All of the infinite plots he weaves are available for choosing which next to push.
Kol, Pink, Scurry, or whatever she’ll call herself one future tomorrow on a whim,
this girl deserves a pat of her cute, short ponytail as Adris leans in to nibble on her neck.
Why Adris was feeling so lethargic, unsure, even timid the past few days seems to slip his mind, because he’s always been…!?
The weakest grip in creation has Adris blinking at the smaller being that wrestles with his two middle fingers, close to losing.
“…!
…….!?!”
A stunningly beautiful leaf with amber straw seems to be howling at him, but Adris can’t piece together why nature would want to…?
“—RESPOND,
THIS
LADY’S
EMPEROR!”
“… Neesiette?”
Shrill yells cease once he speaks her name.
Sliding off of Kol, if only because it’s hard to sit on top of her like this and also appease Neesiette, Adris kneels so that another important female in his life can come very close to him.
What was once a berserk noble methodically readjusts her posture to be more uniform and composes her flounced skirt.
“Neesiette… I can see why you might want to join in, but… I’m not sure Kol could survive your… unsurpassed ‘talents’?”
At his jibe, the moon fairy that was feeling his burning cheek with a pensive look blinks once, then rears her hand back, and…
There’s no real discomfort when Adris reaches up to feel his cheek.
It couldn’t even be red from the strike.
Neesiette, after all, is only truly dangerous when she’s bathed in violet radiance or…?
“IMMEDIATELY TRANSITIONING TASK, distant locale relocating via spiritual wind sympathies with lady as passenger, abandon all current designs and plots.” Clear, succinct, and framed in her unique way, her grabby hand tugs uselessly at Adris to rise.
(If… I don’t move, I’m dead.)
That’s what his instincts scream, sobering him if only a bit!
“… I… have a cha—?”
“Observe: unacknowledged ‘victory’!”
She waves toward the original combatants of this farce called “love”.
A starstruck breadgrower is melting over her vine rack, staring at Adris as if he’s the dessert that goes with the copious cream overflowing from behind.
The kelpie that bore Adris’ frustration lays on its side panting, all of its potent masculinity shed as it seems to sulk.
“Haaah… all love is equal, but… yours, mhmmmhmmm! Was quite… uniquely-unique, huhuhu…!”
Unsure if it’s a surrender or merely a truce, the crazy slut whose name Adris can’t even recall seems to be devoured by the pinkish radiance she is still leaking. Everything now is a shade of color beyond even her.
Black, red, pink, or…
“You’re green.” Adris’ comment earns another apoplectic scowl!
“Jester-like antics, especially ‘commentary’, abandoning!
DEPARTING, now!”
Into his arms Adris lifts the only lady he can truly carry as if he were still a man.
The moment she’s within his grasp entirely, he almost collapses again with how soft she feels!
“Hmmmm… this isn’t a bad switch up!
… Wait…? WAITWAITWAAAAAIT!”
(What are you screaming about!?)
“SEEEEE! SEEEEETHROUGH!”
Rantil’s unheard cries knock him out of his obsessing; but, when he examines the obsession, he nearly joins the prematurely ejaculating kelpie from earlier by losing his own control!
“Neesiette!?” Someone else calls out with the same realization when the fabric keeps lightening without losing any weight.
“Contributing NOT any additional difficulties, the contractor shall REFRAIN from interruptions!” Whipping her head with a tizzy, the feisty lady yells from Adris’ arms and then promptly diverts attention back to him.
(Let it be a total surprise for her, too! No, better…)
Stuck in the rays of moving dark, an observant princess snake closes her mouth when Adris shakes his head.
“Don’t tell her at all…? Geez, you’re kinda mean, Adris~!”
Though there’s a dark glance of doubt at first from Ave…
“I’ll, um, help Kol to calm down.” The snake smiles tightly while rushing by to coil around the dead kobold.
(Trust me!)
“We’re leaving then…?” Nonchalant about it, Adris’ disregard earns the perfect result.
“Promptly!”
Already, contact with this smaller swimsuit has activated darkness inhabiting it. Screaming out its purpose, intentions, and the emotional turmoil of Adris’ that birthed it, it awaits its own time to shine darkly!
After meeting Kol’s, Adris is enlightened more easily; elevated higher; enraptured by the potential scene this one will make of what Adris most wants to discover about Neesiette.
(Kol gained a whole new appeal when cheekily in my total control…)
“Ah, stop mentally masturbating and grab one of those, then drop it!”
(Right.)
So that Neesiette can’t sense it, Adris uses his utmost finesse to nab one of the mirror shards from beneath the green-leaf raiment. It comes off with no resistance.
Onto the shell he drops it for the oval mirror shard to land upright facing out toward the lake, then Adris arrives at the edge of the turtle.
(I’ve already lined up the next one of my—!)
“—women, pfft, to have a fun playtime with!”
Two voices are still in sync when the uninhibited winds of the world tree lift Adris skyward!
The suddenly silent treasure in his arms clings harder, urging him faster, and faster to their unknown destination that is anywhere but where the rest were!
(Even if we’re not there… thanks to you, Neesiette, we still can be in spirit.)