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Argana's fingers were drenched in blood, a smile on her lips as she loomed over the fresh corpse of the other Amazon. Hot breaths escaped her lips, steaming in the cool afternoon air, at the exultation that came in the moment after the kill, the sensation of power and spirit alike sweeping into her from the dead. "I am glad to become one with you," she said to the dead woman.

"Haaa..." Kali, her goddess said. "You're s'posed to let them get levels before you kill them, Argana. There's no point killing the Level Threes for a Level Six, you know?"

"She ran directly into me," Argana said. "That is a challenge to the death. She wasn't even a commoner who might not have known better."

"It'd be better if she was a commoner, 'cause then you wouldn't have just blown the three other Amazons who had to die to get her there, plus Rhuja herself... ugh. Well, it probably gave you some excelia anyway. Let's update your Status."

"Yes, my goddess." Argana fell to one knee immediately, presenting her back to her goddess, and felt the rush of power. The fresh spirit of her slain foe, adding to her own power, the sweet ecstasy sending trembles through her body, goosebumps across her flesh at this moment when divine and mortal became one, when spirit and bloodshed became flesh and power. When the ephemeral became the fixed.

"Yep. You got a whole... fourteen points from that," Kali said, with a long sigh. "Great. Good job. Please stop killing other warriors because they piss you off somehow, only do it in the planned matches, okay? They're optimized! Optimized!"

"I do not start conflicts, I merely finish them."

"Ugh! You say that every time!" Kali muttered to herself, in a voice so low that an ordinary person's ears would not here. "Maybe I screwed up raising her somewhere... she's so far along I can't just start over, it'd take another twenty years to make another one... well, there's always... but she's not to the threshold for Leveling either..."

It was then that one of the soldiers arrived, pausing several meters away as she saw the corpse of the fallen Telskyuran aspirant. She stared for a moment at the body, then her eyes briefly flicked to Argana's blood-soaked hands, before she turned her gaze to Kali. "Ahm. Goddess," she said, falling to one knee immediately. "There is a party of female foreigners coming up. They move towards the capital."

"Who are they?" Kali asked.

"Three Amazons, one wearing a strange dress, the other two more ordinary garb. A blonde girl with a blade. Twin Far Eastern girls, both short and with prodigious busts. An ebony-skinned woman from the Dark Continent. And on the last, the stories are a bit inconsistent, but it seems to be five mothers who are identical quintuplets."

"Quintuplets? Damn," Kali said. "Hmm... you know, you can breed for multiple births, Argana?"

"I was unaware," Argana said.

"Yes. Multiple births are good for the kalyori, since you lose so much in the early stages. So I try to make sure the multiple birth stuff keeps going, big rewards for parents of twins, that kind of thing... they wouldn't be Amazons, but if their sons, but mm..." Kali shook her head. "How far out are these?"

"Three days by foot, goddess. They have apparently been moving straight towards the colosseum."

"Eh?! Who the heck'd be dumb enough to do that?!" Kali asked. "The Colosseum is the sacred ground of the Telskyuran people, and no foreigners are allowed to so much as watch it." I don't want anybody else stealing my methodology! Argana had once heard Kali explain it that way to her. She was honored to be one of those lucky enough to hear her goddess's secrets. She paused. "Mm. Argana," she said, pointing to her. "Go deal with them. Try not to kill every one of the twins and quints, but the rest are chaff or traitors, so get rid of them at your leisure. Not that you'll get many excelia for that... but, at least you won't kill any more of my developing farms while you're out."

"Which direction?" Argana asked the messenger.

"Down the Quester's Road, then at the fork, go to the Maiden's Road."

"Yes, my goddess," Argana said, simply taking off like a bolt a moment later, flicking her arms in the air to clear away (most of) the blood of Rhuja. She would find these strangers and handle them.

* * *

Argana stopped her movement northward as she caught sight of the party. A word almost escaped her lips, unbidden: Hiryute? The two Amazons wearing traditional garb - she had known them in their youth, ten years ago. They were the Hiryute sisters, she was fairly certain... or perhaps her eyes were deceiving her.

One of them was bustier than the other. Mm. Perhaps not traitors, then. She had heard of the pair's accolades in Orario, their grand accomplishments after being allowed out of Orario by their goddess. She hesitated for a moment in contemplation. Kali would no doubt wish to know who was coming towards the capital. She had rushed out, so they were not even in motion, having made camp for the night. If she rushed back, then they would still have two days to prepare...

But that was Tione, Jormungandr. Tiona, known in Orario as Amazon. To give up the chance to fight them... to exult in that moment of glory, to make them part of her or her part of them...

She couldn't resist. "Sorry, goddess," she whispered to herself - then bolted down the side of the mountain, aimed like a lightning bolt towards the bustier of the Amazon twins, who was clinging to one of the quintuplets, pawing at her, complimenting her strangely... with sudden force, she aimed her fist right at the skull of the woman, wanting to inspire proper rage in the Amazonian.

Her fist slid through empty air, and the woman in question suddenly disentangled herself from Tione, the other four quintuplets moving as one. "Level Six," one of them said. "Let me handle it."

At that point, scales fell from her eyes. No longer was she looking at a tall, slender-yet-fit older woman: she was looking at a tall, slender-yet-fit man. Short hair was suddenly masculine, small breasts were suddenly hard pecs, and a strong jawline was striking. "An interesting trick," she said. "I wonder if when I take your spirit into mine, I will-khh?!" She was cut off as her body was yanked to one side suddenly, sending her reeling as she tried to recover her footing, whipping her head around to face the attacker, long hair flowing behind her in slow motion. It was the same man. Another of the quintuplets.

The rest of that group gathered up, though one of the quintuplets remained with them, the Amazon still firmly attached to his arm, glaring at Argana with seething anger.

"Hm. So you fight as a team, eh?" She reached for the space where the yanking had come from, but found no sign of any attachment. A knife was drawn by her foe, slender and wicked, a delicate, well-crafted thing. She dodged as it was hurled her way, as another was, and a third, and then she had to move, as a second of them tried to attack her, a punch forcing her to duck. A moment later came a kick from behind, sending her reeling as she tumbled forward, scarcely able to keep her footing and wits about her, spinning to face the group.

"We're not a team," the four men said as one. "One person, many bodies," he explained.

"I see. So then you won't mind too terribly if I kill one or two or three or four or five of you," she said, grinning wickedly.

"That's definitely be inconvenient for me-hah!" He dodged her strike, a sudden whip kick at the one behind her. A moment later, he grabbed her ankle, and she tried to spin through the air, aiming to kick his face with her other leg, but he dodged that, instead taking advantage of her lack of footing to hurl her entire body into the ground, just slamming it against the hard earth, making her gasp.

A thrill ran through her body at that. The same rush when she knew she would soon take in another Amazon's spirit, but also something more. Still, she could fight, so she twisted as the man raised her into the air again, leaning forward and around, managing to clamp onto his head with both hands as she was almost sent sailing down to land on her ass. Her free leg kicked at his stomach, and slid around it through some impossible motion she didn't quite catch, a soft blue glow emanating from the man.

A heavy punch hit the back of her head before she could do more, and a breath escaped her mouth as another punch, and another punch, hit her, each one a staccato of something truly wondrous and alien and desirable, spittle flying out of her mouth. She was going to die here, to be killed, to be consumed by another, stronger warrior. Every moment of her life up until now had led to this moment, to become part of such a strong man, to be absorbed into him. She struggled to the last, of course, but she could feel the way her hands didn't respond so quickly thanks to the repeated strikes to the back of the head, the pain blooming out like a spiderweb of blood from behind her eyes. But she was going to die, and that was just as perfect as when she'd killed Rhuja a couple hours ago.

For some reason she didn't know, her nipples were hard as if it were a terrifyingly dark winter, her clitoris ground against her panties, and her sex grew slick despite the fact that she had no urge to pee.

Then the lights went out and she lost consciousness, to be devoured by a black void, her spirit offered up to this wonderfully handsome and powerful male attacker. The last sensation, as all her limbs' information vanished from her mind, was a powerful throbbing feeling in her abdomen, like a hunger but not in her stomach. She had no time to wonder what it was.

* * *

Rei was the first to speak, once I had the attacking Amazon properly unconscious, lying her gently on the ground. "Are there any others? I don't hear any."

"Me neither," Tione said, still curled into my arm. She looked at the Amazon with a sharp glare - more jealous than anything else. She knew that the plan was for me to defeat Amazons, get love confessions, and simultaneously overthrow Telskyura while becoming much more powerful, but that didn't change her feelings. With the body that she was attached to, I gently tilted her head up to me, and just gave her my most ferocious kiss, tongue sliding into her mouth as I did so. She hummed happily, reaching down for my groin, checking to see if I had a hard-on. I did, so she started to guide that body into our tent, not breaking off the kiss as she did so.

"Weird," Rei said. "Only one person? And it's... that's Argana, right, Bitch?"

"It's Argana," Tiona answered. "I recognize her. We're only a few days' walk out," she said, frowning. "Maybe she was meant to scout?"

"We should move quicker," I said, after thinking it over. "They'll probably realize something went wrong soon enough, when Argana doesn't come back. The Level Sixes can run the fastest, and there are eight of us, versus Rei, Julia, and Meslya. We can carry them. We'll make a rush for the capital. Do you think we can make it before dawn?"

"Mmm..." Tiona thought. Elsewhere, overhearing the discussion, Tione broke off the kiss, a faint whine escaping her throat. Rather than fucking her, I was going to go 'seduce' a bunch of Amazons. With my fists. "Maybe. If not, then a bit after, if we just run flat out all night." She rolled her shoulders, then squared up. "Right! Who wants a piggyback ride!" Ais raised one hand. "Ais, you're Level Six."

"I'll take a piggyback ride!" Julia said. "I mean, I could also ride on goshujinsama's back, too. He has four, even saying that Tione's body can't carry a woman."

"Ah, that's true. Yep. You do it, Drake."

"Don't worry, babe," Rei said, a smile on her lips. "I'll just turn into some birds. Nice and compact. That's me. Low-maintenance. That's why I'm the best wife." I patted her head, which made Ais pout, so I patted Ais's head too.

"Ahh, goshujinsama's so mean, headpatting the other girls but not me! It's like being cucked but not as fun!"

"You sound like you're having fun," I said. "What should we do with Argana, you think?"

"It's... probably a bad idea to carry her with us. She totally turns into a huge Finn simp after their fight, like, Tione levels," Rei said.

"What's a simp?" Tiona asked.

"It's what Tione was for Finn, and now is for Drake," Rei explained. "Anyway, point is, Argana's gonna be cray-cray on waking up, and we don't want to risk her joining the wrong side in the upcoming fights, so..."

"We could break her legs so she can't follow!" Julia suggested. I stared at her. "She can heal! Just not right away, goshujinsama! Cass turned out fine, and she wasn't a Level Six!"

"How about..." What the fuck could I possibly bind her with? She was a Level Six. "How about burying her up to her neck in the ground? That's hard to get out of, but she should be fine."

"Oooo, you should do that to me some time, then you could let strange men just come by and pee on and/or fuck me," Julia suggested.

I just shook my head and got to digging. With four superpowered bodies, it went pretty fast, and then I dumped Argana in the hole before covering it back up. "Hopefully it'll hold, since she won't have leverage, or tools," I said. "I don't want her deciding to join in on Telskyura's side... let's go now, just in case."

* * *

Argana woke up, finding herself strangely buried up to the neck in the ground. She took a moment to remember what had happened... she'd been beaten! By a man! An incredibly powerful man, with a sexy body and a handsome face! Her abdomen pulsed, like a hunger, but not in her stomach... she remembered Tione being plastered to that man's arm, and she thought, I wish I was Tione!

Ah...

Aha! This was that romance of the stories! The tales passed down from before Kali came to Telskyura, still spoken by commoners and occasionally whispered into the aspirants' ears. "Falling in love from getting defeated in battle!" She declared. That was what she was feeling! Love!

But he already had Tione, at the least... she needed to seduce him! She wormed her way up out of the ground, only taking a minute or two to get her arms out, at which point it was easy to just pull out her legs, earth tumbling away from her body. She could tell the way they were going... but just meeting him again wouldn't seduce him! She needed to find out what he liked! She followed their trail away from the capital. She'd ask the commoners questions and learn the truth!

* * *

"Ah, she said she was wearing that dress for a guy."

"No, I don't know where she got it."

"I don't! I really don't!"

"Oh, Jehra asked about it!"

"I think I heard it was the seamstress in..."

At last, she'd found the source of the dress. A seamstress in a small town who was quietly quivering before Argana. "She wanted a floral dress in pastel colors."

"Make me one too," Argana demanded, just slamming coins on the table. As an aspirant, using money was a little low class... but this was love! It was important!

The girl with the dress... she must have been trying to seduce Drake too! And she was pretty sure it had worked! She'd moved like somebody without a falna, which meant she was a commoner, and the only reason he'd have a commoner in his party is if he had been seduced by her...

Or that she was his trail guide. But Tione and Tiona had been Telskyuran, once! They could definitely have made their way to the capital! Telskyura was the greatest country in the world, who would forget its every road and curvature just because they'd been away for a decade? Tiona might have been a bit dim sometimes, but not Tione!

Argana spoke up again. "And do you know anything else about that dress? Or that style..."

* * *

With us moving at max pace and Meslya guiding us, it didn't take too long for us to arrive at the capital. There weren't even defensive walls to protect the place, with them just relying on the obvious reality that this was the capital of what was probably the militarily strongest country in the world. In a way, it was even a prestige point, to not put walls around the capital. Nobody can fuck with us, we don't even need walls.

Of course, part of being the capital that didn't need walls to defend itself, was having thousands of people with a falna, who obviously recognized the group of four men that came up towards it as unwanted intruders. (I'd left the rest of the party a bit back. Close enough they could come in to help if they had to, but this was, literally, something I had to do myself.)

The shouts and din of surprise were chaotic, all spoken in the local tongue, which I unfortunately didn't understand. It took no time for about a dozen different Amazons to try to rush me down. Most of them were painfully young, no older than twelve, and at a glance I wouldn't have said a single one older than six was a Level One. By implication, every single child at that age had been put through enough hell to make them a Level Two or, more likely, die trying. I felt a sort of visceral, immediate disgust with Kali, and I just swept through the mob with ease, striking each on the head or legs, sending them careening into the ground, whimpering in pain. A few more low Level girls tried to attack from the sides or by surprise, and I tried to go easy on them. They were, literally, just kids. But, they were also trying to kill or seriously injure me.

More came in a second wave. They were older and higher Level. Girls in their teens and early twenties, armed and ready, swords and spears at the ready prepared, some clearly having weird Skills they planned to use, gauging by the way they held themselves. One tried chanting some magic, but I just grabbed her with a flick of my wrist, and yanked her right into my fist, sending her to the ground in one blow, her hands going to her face as she whimpered and whined, a bit of blood coming out from where I'd possibly broken her nose.

Their shouting got more intense, the cries of everybody else getting louder, carrying deeper into the capital even as the group tried to inch forward. It didn't help them, though. They were just Level Threes. I was weaker than them, not that long ago, but they were crushed with ease, and as much gentleness as I could manage, their swords and spears broken just to avoid the tiny risk of getting stabbed in the back later on. The mound of Amazon women and girls surrounding me was, by that point, in the dozens. All of them having a falna. I'd done my best to avoid hurting them too seriously, because I felt sorry for them, more than anything else. They were child soldiers to the last, even the ones who were now old enough.

"Jahee ku adarja..." One woman stood before me, waving a hand at the other Amazons behind her, and they fell back. She was fairly pretty, with the classic Amazonian garb of "way too little," short pale hair that reached to her shoulders, and a curvaceous, adult body. Not a child like the rest. Not even a young woman. Someone closer to my age, than to Julia's. I could tell despite the veil she wore over her lower face.

There was even a goddess behind her. A dark-skinned, short girl with a skull mask. Kali. She listened to the woman's gesture and stepped back and away, glaring at me with hate in her eyes, her gaze flicking to the forms of her defeated Amazons. She wasn't angry that I had hurt them - there was no hint of sympathy for her familia's pain, there. She was worried that I'd broken them.

"You..." She switched to Koine instead of the local tongue. Her voice was slow and halting, in a way like Cass's own. Not a native or practiced speaker of Koine. "Defeated my sister. Yes?"

"Yes," I agreed.

She nodded to herself. "In that case... I will... take you into me..." She said, and I just blinked in confusion.

"Don't you normally wait for me to beat you before-" I started, and she rushed forward like a lightning bolt.

"Di alsa," she said, and I could recognize that in an instant. Short chant magic. I would have doubted that the black-purple film that surrounded her hand was going to try to make me come real fast, even if I hadn't heard about it from Tione and Tiona. Bache's iconic magic. Velgus. It poisoned the target, wherever the strike touched. I got ready to dodge to the side with the body she was aiming for, planning to kick her in the stomach as I moved - and then the film covered her entire body and I had to move, hurling out a hand for a building and just yanking myself away, careening through the air before landing against the surface.

She didn't stop, instead turning it into a skid, her body leaning to one side as sand and dirt and stone were kicked up into the air, pulped by her bare feet pounding into the ground. Her gaze fell on the next closest body, and she moved for it, and as it began to try to draw her into a chase, another body reached out behind her, grasping her with a strand of Fate to try to pull her back.

Unfortunately, physics is a bitch, so it resulted in that body jerking forward, threatening to careen right into her. I had to burn Essence, sliding impossibly around her body, skidding across the floor off to one side and managing to get to my feet only later, the woman's gaze turning to that body to try to consider which one to rush down. She decided to keep going, a mistake that I tried to capitalize on by yanking on her again. It slowed her, twisted her, and she decided to go for that body instead.

"Bache, kar mir! Kar mir! Ansa kar mir, ja Level Seven!" It was Kali speaking, and it didn't take a genius to translate: Bache, kill him. Kill him. If you kill him, you'll reach Level Seven. Or something to that effect. The other Amazons began chanting as well: "Kar mir! Kar mir!" Coming out in a chorus.

She kept up her speed, moving with the alacrity of a Level Six, as all four of my bodies that were present for the fight got involved, reaching out to grab her, tugging at her, when they weren't pulled along by her velocity. The body she was going for ran backwards, up into the sky, earning noises of shock and surprise from the crowd, but Bache just leapt into the air after me. One of my bodies got tugged up off the ground after Bache, even as her targeted body had to burn more Essence to Duck Fate again, a brilliant blue glow encompassing all of my bodies, everywhere. The body that had been tugged snapped out for a nearby pillar, and both my body and hers had their motion suddenly arrested, jerked by the sudden addition of weight. Bache had nothing to push off of, in midair, so she tumbled towards the ground.

Towards part of the group of Amazons who had been watching. I really doubted it would be good for them to have her land on them, so with every body, with all my might, I pulled, tugging her towards me and away from them, and just - just barely, she landed a few feet away from the group, her feet slamming into the earth and kicking up dirt that created a small smokescreen behind her. She tilted her head, contemplatively.

"An shar vars," she said, holding out a hand to one side, keeping her eyes loose so she could monitor me for any movements. Kali pushed at one of the girls in the crowd, and I didn't need to be a genius to know what Bache was thinking.

I yanked again, desperately forcing her towards me, and she smiled with her eyes.

"You... protect even Amazons?" She asked. "Weakness dies."

"Stupid belief," I responded. "Humans are social creatures."

"Not human. Amazon."

"Works the same," I replied. "Societies like this turn into tyrannical, self-perpetuating..." and I could tell by the glaze in her eyes she didn't understand those words. "Violent authority is the weakest kind. It can apply only when its gaze falls on its victims. Other kinds of authority rely on legitimacy. Or, in short, who would you rather serve? A king that protects you and yours, or a queen that kills them to squeeze out a little more power? Who will you support even when they can give you nothing any longer?"

"Mm." She said, tilting her head. Then she rushed forward - towards my bodies, but not towards any one of them. It took me a fraction of a second to identify her plan. She was aiming towards the mounds of injured Amazons I'd made, the ones who hadn't managed to crawl or hobble their way away from the fighting. She didn't want to disguise it: she wanted to force me to block her, to get touched by Velgus and suffer some extreme poison that would fuck my body to hell, if not kill me outright.

I switched to knives, hurling two dozen in a fraction of a second, littering her path forward. I'd rather not have killed Bache, but I wasn't going to spare her life if the choice was between her and her soon-to-be victims. The fact that I knew her name and not theirs didn't change how valuable they were.

She stopped short in surprise, skidding to a halt, most of the knives passing her by harmlessly, the remainder needing to be individually dodged. She looked at me closely, even as one of my bodies started grabbing Amazons and halfway hurling them away from the battle. The kids might have wound up with carpet burn, but that was better than dying of horrific poison.

"You're better with knives than fists," she said, at last.

"Knives are for killing. I don't want to kill you, but I will if you force me."

Kali shouted at her, and Bache tilted her head for a moment. "Then I guess I will force you. An shar vars!" She shouted, and one of the Amazons was sent in a tumble forward by the others, hurled out of the crowd by the simultaneous push of a half-dozen high Levels. Bache raised one hand towards her, the scene of her movement going like slow motion, a bullet time show like a woman who was about to get impaled on a spike. I tugged at her, but she'd set her feet deep into the ground, and she didn't move more than an inch, scrapes of dirt as she maintained her poise, a smile in her eyes as she remained perfectly positioned to kill the woman.

I tugged the woman to the side at the last possible second, yanking her out of Bache's reach as the woman's arm jutted forward in a sudden knife hand strike, leaning forward to cross the last half-foot to get her. It cost her her firm footing, though, and I yanked at her, pulling on her body sharply - and once she lost her footing altogether, the body in the air pulled on its strand, yanking her up so that she was simply suspended a few meters off the ground, carefully repositioned into a spot that was too far to reach anything or anyone.

She struggled for a good minute in that pose, the Amazons who had gathered all watching in fear and awe. She bounced around futilely, but she was, in effect, suspended in the air. The film of Magic that had surrounded her eventually subsided, and she was left panting for breath in the air after having exhausted herself, magically and physically.

One of my bodies on the ground leapt up, grabbing the back of her head and landing a knee in her face. She sputtered as I broke her nose, and then stopped moving at all, going limp and unconscious.

I kept her in the air anyway. I had three bodies, which was more than enough to handle the remainder of the Amazons, who shortly joined their sisters in the "ass kicked club". That left just Kali, who stared up at me with a furious glare.

"You motherfucker! Who are you, huh?! Which familia?! This is my familia! My country! I built it up and you came in here, and you're trying to turn the whole thing into a fucking estrogen party, aren't you? That's the real reason you didn't kill anybody, you fucking perv, the only value of Amazons to you is that they've got tits!"

I resisted the urge to just kill her. Loki had managed to drill into my head that there would be severe, negative consequences to doing that. Even if Shiva had done the same to Enyo... well, Enyo had been planning to blow up the Tower of Babel and uncap the Dungeon, fucking everything up for every other god for who-knew-how-long. They were a little more willing to cut some slack, maybe, possibly. Plus she was stuck in a Guild prison indefinitely.

For me... I didn't plan on dying, but pissing off all the gods didn't sound like a good time either.

Back in Orario, I had Loki update my Status. I was a Level Seven now.

Kali kept screaming at me, of course. "You're ruining everything, you ruined my whole country, do you know how long it took me to get a Level Six?! I had to go through so many generations to even get Level Fours, and this is all with the infrastructure, to get even close to where we were I'll have to double the kalyori-"

I asked the question I had to. "You put babies in front of goblins and give them knives?"

"No, that's fucking stupid," Kali said. For a fraction of a second, I wondered if maybe she wasn't as bad as I'd heard. "Babies can't even walk. I wait until they're a year old for that. The ones who can't hack it, can't hack it."

Intellectually, of course, that's moronic. One year old babies, even imbued with a falna, can't possibly be expected to effectively fight a goblin. The ones that succeed do so through pure luck. Even whatever skill is involved, is presumably due to random chance, happening to mature that little bit faster. It's just stupidity. This idiotic idea that the harder the training, the better. No, the better the training, the better. Sometimes better training is hard, sometimes better training is easy. Making one year olds fight a goblin is obviously useless, stupid training that just gets kids killed for no reason. The only actual benefit that might have existed was that she didn't have to feed as many kids that way.

Emotionally, though? It's something people talk about. When you have kids, kids getting hurt hits different. That's why, when you watch movies, they sometimes go for maudlin "kid dying" stuff that feels contrived. It works differently on the parents.

I had a very cute Amazon baby who was my beloved daughter. Her name was Amaranth. Aisha and Tione both had at least one each on the way. If they had lived here in Telskyura...

In the back of my head, empowered by reaching Level Seven, by beating up dozens of Amazons and seeing, if only out of the corners of my eyes, the way their love and fates twisted from the experience of defeat, I put together something. Any moral compulsions I had against what I was about to do, died from Kali's words.

All these thoughts going through my head take time to discuss, but in the moment, they were in and out in a fraction of a second. I reached towards Kali's stomach, and landed a sharp blow there, knocking the breath out of her, even as my fingers curled around a knot of Fate and tugged. I pulled, and twisted, and attached it to me, some inspired derivative of those times I'd twisted together the Celestial Bliss Trick strand between Julia and Rei. But this wasn't lust or pleasure that I was manipulating. This was love.

But not love as the emotional intimacy born of long care for one another. Not love as even the passion that ignites at first sight and never fades. Love as Venus understands it.

Love as emotional dominion over another. A one-sided, sycophantic, reverent, inescapable love.

Kali just gasped from the blow. I could see in her eyes the way her head swam from what I'd done to her. Cash and Murder Games. That was the name of the Charm, I knew it the moment I finished performing it, I recognized it instantly and perfectly as Kali herself trembled in place. It was one of the most iconic abilities of the Sidereal Exalted, fully within my specialty as a Chosen of Venus... but I'd never developed it because I didn't want to mind control people to fall in love with me.

Not until that very moment.

"Kneel and kiss my feet, you evil bitch," I said, the words coming out like a snarl - and instantly, Kali obeyed, collapsing to her hands and knees, her lips softly pressing down against my shoes. There was no hesitation in her movements, only self-recrimination for having pissed me off. From behind her mask, she looked up at me, hesitant, hopeful. Wanting affection.

Maybe one day I'd give it to her, but not that day. I shifted my foot, planting it on the back of her head, pushing her face down into the dirt. "I'm in charge of this kingdom, now," I said, and she nodded as best she could.

"Darli~ing!" Came a very loud voice, which for a moment I thought was Meslya. When I twisted my head around to catch who it was, though, I recognized her.

It was Argana.

Wearing a pastel-colored floral dress with dipping cleavage, not that different from Meslya's own (though, given she had larger breasts, she filled it out a bit more).

With her hair done back in a tight bun similar to Meslya's, instead of left long in that trailing braid-ponytail thing she'd had last I saw her.

She just glommed onto the first of my bodies she got to, hugging it tight. Luckily, it wasn't the body with its foot on the back of Kali's head. "Darli~ing, I want to be your happy little Stepfordized housewife!" My cock twitched against her stomach, and she cooed. "Ooh, does darling want to get started on breeding me already? My name is Argana, by the way!"

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Juvia wound up joining Hestia's familia, mostly because I was worried about Loki groping her, and I figured that Hestia would get on relatively well with Juvia, given she was a goddess of the hearth and Juvia's greatest dream was becoming a wife and just popping kids out like crazy. Hestia did get along quite well with Juvia... as long as neither of them talked about me. If Hestia brought me up to complain, Juvia would jump to an overactive defense, and if Juvia brought me up to praise me, Hestia would jump to an overactive offense.

Noriko's pregnancy finally finished, and she asked me to name our child - a baby boy - as I was the father and had not actually named any children yet. I settled on Theodore. I'd always thought the name had a nice sound to it. Like Setsuko's baby, it was one of the most well-behaved babies in the history of the world, owing to its Hentalian heritage.

Filvis eventually, haltingly, came back to talk about things - but she was much more comfortable interacting with Cass than me, weirdly enough, so the two spent time together. Cass wound up taking Filvis on her patrols, and according to her, the elf was pretty good at them, thanks in part to her duplication abilities.

Then our boat finally arrived near Telskyura. It didn't actually stop there - captains rarely did, unless they'd made preparations in advance (namely, by having an all-female crew, which was relatively rare outside Telskyura itself), but the border to Telskyura wasn't particularly well guarded. It relied more on the fact that only an absolute idiot would try to invade or sneak into the country.

"I guess I'm that absolute idiot," I half-muttered to myself.

"Goshujinsama, don't say that!" Julia said. Everybody in the party's head swiveled our way. "Goshujinsama said he was an absolute idiot," Julia explained, "but that's not true!"

"You are not stupid," Ais agreed, reaching up to pat my head.

"Is this Rei's fault?!? Rei did you say something to Drake to hurt his self-esteem?!?" Tione snapped, tightening her body around 'her' Drake's arm. "Don't ruin my husband with your bad mouthing!"

"What the-? Obviously I didn't badmouth Drake's intelligence! I don't even know how you domme a dude in a sexy way, but it's not bimbofication stuff!" Tione practically hissed at that.

"I was thinking to myself," I said, hoping to calm everybody down. "That only an idiot would try to cross Telskyura's borders on foot."

"Wow!" Julia planted both hands on her cheeks in mock surprise. "Goshujinsama is calling everybody he's married to stupid! He's also confusing heroism for stupidity! It's very sad!"

"A male idiot. If you're a woman it's not as stupid." Julia had found a way to annoy me, so she was stepping on it, hard.

"There there," Ais said, placidly petting me. "It's good to be a hero. You're going to save people. Be proud."

"Yeah," Tiona said. "Actually, thinking about it, this will totally become a legend, won't it? They'll be telling this story for ages for sure!" Especially since, having just bought Everlasting Talent with the spare points left over after Juvia and a fresh body... I was now probably going to live just about forever. "Drake and his wives saved Telskyura from the wicked goddess Kali. Also Tiona was there."

"If you get married to him too, then it all works out," Rei said, waggling her eyebrows.

Tiona just gave her a flat look. "I'm not getting married to somebody to smooth out a story," Tiona said with a huff. Both Rei and Julia looked about to say something, so I cut them both off.

"Let's just get back to moving." Telskyura's connection to the mainland was covered by a fairly tall and thick mountain range. "We've got a long way to go."

"Yes! So while we go, we should workshop how much better the legend would be if Tiona got married to you, goshujinsama!" Julia said as we started to move. "It's romantic, isn't it?"

"Romantic?" Tione asked flatly.

"Yeah," Tiona agreed. "Doesn't sound too romantic to me."

"No, no! Think about it," Julia explained. "The young girl, traumatized by her upbringing in a cruel and vicious kingdom, finally returns home alongside a hero whose legend would only grow from there. Why has he come here? To overthrow the wicked goddess Kali who rules over the land with an iron fist! As she watches him go to great lengths to save her homeland, she can't help but fall in love, and at the end of it, after her people are saved from oppression, she shyly confesses her love, which is accepted!"

"...okay I guess that does sound kinda romantic," Tiona said, scratching her cheek and looking my way. "But he's just coming up here for his magic love juice or whatever."

"I know what is right, and am doing it," I said, succinctly. "Whenever people do something bad, they know what's wrong, and they do it, but they don't do it because it's wrong."

"That sounds like hokum logic, not heroic logic."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Having read some of your world's legends, the hero logic would be more like, I must act like the stupidest motherfucker on the planet in order to inspire all the stupid motherfuckers for ages to come to think that they, too, might be a hero!"

Rei giggled. "I think that's actually a real legend. Isn't that the Argonaut's story?"

"It is not the Argonaut's story!" Tiona snapped at Rei. "The Argonaut's story is about turning from a childish, irresponsible clown, into a competent hero!"

"Uh-huh. He totally wasn't faking the whole time."

"Of course a consummate liar would think everyone else was lying," Tiona huffed.

"Takes one to know one." Rei said, puffing up her chest.

"Please stop actively pissing off Tiona on our journey to save her homeland."

Julia let out an affected gasp. "Yes! Goshujinsama's seducing Tiona too! Are you going to get Riveria as well?!"

"It would be good if you seduced Riveria," Ais said, "because then she would stop badmouthing you."

"Bitch," I said. "You know I love you, but please, stop."

"Stop what, goshujinsama?" Julia said, fluttering her eyes innocently.

I just let out a sigh. This was going to be a long trip.

* * *

We were several hours into the trip, when we finally caught some lone Amazon woman. The senses of a falna-enhanced adventurer were through the roof, and the woman in question was also yelling out for what sounded like her lost goat. "Kamora! Kamoooora! Come back to mama, you fluffy little munchkin!" Possibly her child. I hoped it wasn't her child.

"Goshujinsama," Julia said, her voice a soft whisper, "you should totally seduce that woman and then help her find her lost child and/or goat!"

"It's probably a goat," Tione said, at the same time Tiona said "It's probably a child." Both girls looked at each other.

"How would I seduce a woman whose name I don't even know?"

"She's probably never seen a man, also she's looking for a goat and/or child so she probably doesn't have a falna," Julia said.

"If she has a child that means she's seen a man once."

"It's different," Tione said, to the body she was still clinging to. I met her eyes. "When Tiona and I left, we saw... a couple of men on the way out." She took a deep breath, the memory unpleasant. "I know what love looks like, because I love you soooo much." I didn't tell her that her particular brand of love was somewhat unusual. "If anybody loved them, I didn't see a person like that. They were just slaves you used to make babies."

"So horrible!" Julia said. "Having sex with a slave is rape! It's also not sexy when it's a man getting raped by a woman, right, goshujinsama?"

"Actual rape is never sexy," I told Julia, then shook my head. "Let's focus."

"Right!" Julia agreed. "You should go beat her up, then she'll fall in love with you, and she'll be able to guide us through the mountains. If she doesn't fall in love with you right away, then you should help her find her child and/or goat! That should be enough!"

"Bitch, women actually do need a little romancing-"

"Nah," Tiona said. "That'd totally work." Tiona scratched her cheek as I looked her way. "Sometimes, the older girls would talk about guys... uhh, Loki had a term she used to describe it? Thirsty? But not, like, for water. I guess it's thirsty for...?" She crinkled her nose. "Doesn't that taste bad?"

"It tastes great when it's the man you love's!" Tione said. "Not that you should join Drake's harem, Tiona!"

"Don't worry, sis," Tiona said with a smile on her lips. "I won't steal your man. Anyway," she corrected, shaking her head hard, short hair flying about. "There aren't any attractive men in all of Telskyura, basically. Getting a man was a huge status symbol for the commoners, even if you had to share. And, yeah..." She scratched her cheek, "They totally fantasized about getting pinned down and fucked into the ground all the time."

"What a wonderful country!" Julia said, making everybody give her a sour look. Well, Ais's was some mix of 'confused' and 'sour' and 'deadpan'. "Oh, right... what a wonderful country, we have to save it from its oppression so these women can enjoy life properly!"

"Fucking... I will go try to help this woman find her lost child and/or goat," I said, just to get out of that conversation.

* * *

Her name was Meslya, she was twenty, she had long auburn hair and a lean physique, and her immediate response to seeing me was to try to lasso me while hooting about having "finally got herself a man!"

It was just a regular lasso, though, so I broke free, grabbed her arm, twisted it around behind her, and held her in place against the ground.

Her response was equally stupid: "Ah?!? Is this the... the 'being defeated and getting fucked into the ground' tale of the fables?!? I'm a virgin!" She added hurriedly. "My name is Meslya, I'm twenty, please fuck me oh great warrior, lay your seed in these fallow fields! Also I have some friends you could fuck too! Or, wait, do men like that? I always hear the ones in towns whining about getting fucked again... ah! We can just have monogamous sex if you prefer!"

"So, Kamora is the name of a goat?"

She just blinked at that. "Um... no, Kamora is the name of my auntie's daughter. She's five. But we don't have to worry about her, she'll be fine, just knock me up! Everybody will be soo~oo jealous once they hear I got knocked up by a wandering bandit!"

"I'm not a bandit," I said.

"Sorry! I was assuming, because men aren't supposed to be in Telskyura and you're so strong!" She wriggled against me, then giggled. "Yep! I can't get free at all!" Her smile suddenly left. "Oh no! Are you planning to invade? Are you a scout for an invading army?! Please don't invade, you're hot and strong and I don't want the father of my children to die ignominiously on the field of battle!"

At that point, one of my other bodies managed to find Kamora. She was crying and hiding in a little crevice, looking a bit banged up from having tried to make her way through the mountains... and her response to seeing me was to glom onto me and say, "Kamora will be a good wife for you! Please take Kamora, Mister! Take her far away from Telskyura and make her a wife and she'll do whatever you want!"

Kamora's words did make me hesitate to return her to Meslya. "Are you... ah, slated for the kalyori or something?"

"Ehn? No, Kamora just wants to get married, but there aren't any men in Telskyura! But you're a man!"

"Right..." I gently picked her up. "Okay. Let's get you back to your... cousin?"

"Meslya? Noooo! She's way prettier than me, you'll definitely fall in love with her instead of Kamora!" She paused. "C-can Kamora be the second wife?!"

Eventually, both the five year old Kamora and the twenty year old Meslya were forced to conclude that I was not going to marry and/or fuck them right then and there, at which point they pretty much deflated. "I met a handsome man who beat me up and I didn't even get fucked, Kamora."

"A handsome man rescued Kamora from danger but he won't make her his wife!" Kamora wailed.

"Goshujinsama is so mean," Julia offered by way of commentary. Rei was eyeing up Meslya, Tione was clinging to my body all the tighter, looking like a serpent about to strike if Meslya got close to 'her' Drake (fortunately, she did not think of Kamora as competition), Tiona was pretending to be oblivious to what was happening, and Ais seemed actually oblivious. "Ah! Meslya, I have an idea on how you can seduce goshujinsama!"

"Whoa! If she actually seduces him, make sure she's got a falna before she makes a love confession!"

"A falna?!" Meslya shivered at the thought. "I- I want to get knocked up, but a falna... I don't want to live that sort of life..."

"What's a falna?" Kamora asked. "Tell Kamora!"

"It... when you're older, Kamora."

"Whoa, whoa, no need to live any special sort of life," Rei reassured Meslya. "Drake's going to tear down Telskyura's government! He's a Level Six, you know?"

Meslya looked at me again, and there was more than just brainless lust in her gaze now - there was something like hope and admiration. "Is that true?"

"Yes, I am going to overthrow Kali's tyrannical rule," I said.

"Yay!" Kamora said. "Kamora lost her baby sister to kalyori! Mama said that she wasn't coming back! Go punish Kali and bring back her baby sister!"

"I... I don't think your baby sister can come back, Kamora," Meslya said. "But if Drake really does defeat Kali, then-! Are you really a Level Six?"

"Not just him, Ais and Tione and Tiona are all Level Six too," Rei said, pointing her fingers. "And I'm as strong as a Level Six, on account of being able to turn into an Amphisbaena." Meslya clearly had no idea what that was. "It's a Monster Rex. Equivalent to a Level Six," she added, puffing up a bit.

"I see... then you might actually be able to do it. I'll help you!" Meslya declared. "Also after you're done please knock me up!"

* * *

The nameless girl wanted to go get triple-teamed by Drake right now... but there was something more important than that. Playing love match for him!

Now, obviously, while Kamora was super cute and (hopefully) would still want to be Drake's wife when she was older, she was also five and ignorant about lots of stuff. Meslya, on the other hand, was actually older than Julia! Drake needed some older women in his life! It was all teenagers, and here was a twenty year old, just begging to get bred! But Drake was being too nice... which, actually, it wasn't very nice to reject a woman's love, was it?

Though, she didn't know if Meslya actually loved Drake. She hoped she did! The nameless girl's job was to make sure that Drake kept getting more and more points. Yes, he'd bought all his beloved waifus from fiction, and he was super strong, and he now was ageless, and he had a dozen bodies, but playing recruiter was sexy and fun! Plus, once he was king of Telskyura, he'd definitely need lots of Amazon wives, so best to get started right now!

So, while Drake's bodies were occupied with fucking Ais and the Reis, the nameless girl snuck out to go find Meslya, who was actually just outside the tent listening like a perv! What a lucky find! Or maybe it wasn't lucky and Drake was going to be drowning in virgin voyeur perverts! Either way would be fine with the nameless girl! "A-ah!" Meslya sputtered, as the nameless girl appeared next to her. "Sorry, I, I wasn't-"

"Shh, shh," the nameless girl said, placing one finger on the other girl's lips. "I wanted to find you, to give you some love advice."

Meslya nodded rapidly. "I- but wait, you're his wife, why would you want to help me with love advice?! You'll have less time with him!"

"Ah... making goshujinsama happy makes me happy," the nameless girl said. It definitely wasn't that she had a really great idea and had to act on it! It was her pure love for her husband! No perversions involved either! No making somebody else a better wife than her just to get off on the pseudo-replacement dynamic! Nope! Pure love! The nameless girl's love was so pure! "Listen. Goshujinsama has a very particular fetish, and he's shared it with me in the past, but he would never tell you about it until you'd been lovers for months..."

"Ah?!" Meslya's eyes went wide. "Men can have fetishes?!"

Wow! Women here in Telskyura really were hard up! She knew Danmachi had some thirsty girls, but this was ridiculous! "Yes. Goshujinsama wouldn't say his fetishes until you'd been together for quite some time, and you asked and pleaded... he thinks he's lucky just to be with any woman, much less all the women he has, so he focuses on whatever brings his partners pleasure."

"Ahh, that sounds so romantic... but wait, he didn't fuck me into the ground!"

"Right! Because you're not his partner yet," the nameless girl explained. "But knowing and acting on his fetish, he'd definitely be interested in you then! He'd see you not just as a stranger, but as a sexy seductress!"

"I understand!" Meslya said. "Thank you elder sister! I apologize for not knowing your name, unless your name is Bych, that is," she added, hurriedly.

"I don't have a name any more," the nameless girl explained. "But you can call me Bitch."

"Ah! I see! I'm sorry, elder sister." The nameless girl resisted the urge to pout. Meslya was much, much weaker than her, and she lived in a tyrannical society like something out of a xianxia novel. Obviously she would just be terrified of being asked to disrespect her! She had to think about other people's feelings! That was her job, as Drake's number one recruiter! Wait... Rei had gotten her moms and arguably Setsuko and Jahanara... was the nameless girl losing to Rei?!? She had to work overtime! "Please, teach me your wisdom!"

"Yes!" The nameless girl said. "Now, we'll need to change your outfit, but I'll explain all about that later. For now, let me outline the scenario..."

* * *

We dropped off Kamora with her mother, the woman in question not realizing I was a man, because I started to use a Resplendent Destiny to disguise myself as a mother. Instead, she focused her attention on scolding Kamora, who had been sworn to secrecy as to my true identity...

And given she was five, would probably admit my true identity about five hours after we left.

I kept up the guise of a mother - well, five mothers, given I had five bodies in Telskyura. It let us pass into local towns with ease, our coin being somewhat unusual but not too much so, as we took a break in a proper town. We could buy fresh supplies for the journey, and...

And when we gathered up to leave the first town we'd stopped off in, Meslya had restyled her hair to be curled and mostly drawn back in a bun. She had shifted from the standard Amazon outfit of "caveman bikini," and was instead wearing a knee-length, pastel-colored dress, lightly spattered with flowers across its surface. They weren't drawn in the western style - looking more like something out of Aztec art, like this:

Still, the intent was blatantly obvious. It was a pastel-colored floral dress. Since I had only discussed that fetish with one person, there were two people who might have done it, and my gaze fell on Rei. "Rei?"

"Eh?" She asked. "What'd I do? You always blame me for everything."

"This isn't you?" I gestured to Meslya, who had her hands clasped in front of her, her gaze brightening as our eyes met.

"No, that's Meslya. Idiot," Rei said, with a smirk. I just rolled my eyes. That meant it was Julia.

Meslya cleared her throat. "Ahem. Ahm... sorry for speaking when not spoken to, I'm just a silly little woman." Any doubt that it was Julia was cleared as Meslya glanced Julia's way for approval, and got a thumbs up from the girl. "I am Meslya Stepford, and I want to be your wife, Sir. I can cook and clean and take care of children. I will be obedient and domestic and submissive, just like a good woman should be."

Tione's gaze was solidly locked on me, her gaze a little venomous. Luckily she'd drained my balls five times that morning, so when she checked to see if I was getting hard, she found me appropriately soft. "Is that your type of woman?"

"It's a fetish," I whispered. "I like you just the way you are."

"Good," Tione said with a huff. "It'd be bad if you secretly liked a different kind of woman without even telling me." That... hm, wait, was Tione only the way she was because it was Finn's type? No, no way was Finn into strong barbarian women. Plus Tiona dressed pretty much the same way... though she didn't have the long hair...

Meanwhile, Meslya was doing her best to seduce me off of a half-understood conception of a Stepfordized wife, filtered through Julia and her own alien culture. "Please let me be your obedient housewife, Sir!" Meslya practically shouted the words, making people glance our way, but they concluded this was some sort of weird practice session for Meslya, on the basis that they all thought I was somebody's mom. "I promise to call you darling and get bred lots and never complain about anything you do because you're the man, so I have to obey you in all things." She bowed deeply before me, giving me a nice look down her cleavage. "I'm only not telling you that I love you because Rei said I shouldn't until I have a falna, but I don't need a falna to be a cooking, cleaning, breeding machine," she added, glancing up at me for approval.

Obviously, my dick was very hard. "Let's head out, Meslya," I said. "We can have this conversation on the road."

She practically rushed me - then thought better of it, instead clasping her hands in front of her and following one step behind my body, looking my way for approval. Several times, my other bodies caught sight of her about to speak before she shut her mouth, thinking better of it. Julia came by her, gently patting her shoulder, whispering words of approval and affirmation and making a few extremely obscene suggestions. Meslya just nodded along.

Eventually, I had to break the ice. "You don't have to do the Stepford wife thing," I said.

"Huh? But you didn't accept me before!" Meslya said, her voice having a surprising amount of heat to it as she spoke. "I was ready to get fucked into the ground and bred right then and there! Even if I'd never seen you again it would have been fine!" She shook her head. "I mean... ahm... I'll do whatever my strong, powerful, and oh-so-much-smarter-than-me husband says, of course." She glanced over at Julia, who once again gave her an affirming nod.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "You really, genuinely, do not have to do the Stepford wife thing."

"Then... then you'll breed me?"

"I barely know you."

"Of course," Meslya said, nodding along. "I'm a silly little woman for thinking you would knock up a woman you aren't married to. You're far too good for that."

"Julia-" Julia just looked at the sky, acting completely indifferent to hearing her name called. "Right. No. Bitch. Fix this."

"Ahh, goshujinsama, she's just trying to be the kind of girl you like, you know? It's not my fault you keep rejecting her. You do like Stepford wives, don't you?"

"I, that's a fetish."

"Ehn? But you also like women to be at home as housewives, don't you? I mean, you want Juvia to do that..."

"I want Juvia to pop out thirty-three kids like she wants to, which would obviously be hard to do in the Dungeon." I couldn't help but notice the way that Meslya's eyes seemed to light up at the words 'pop out thirty-three kids,' in the same way Julia's might if I said 'fuck in all three holes,' or Rei's might if I said 'make her eat your pussy for hours.'

"Right!" Julia agreed. "You want a wife who wants to have kids, and of course it'd be easier if she also wanted to stay at home! And look at that, Meslya wants to stay at home and have kids!"

"She had a personality and life before you stuck this crap in her head," I scowled.

"Ah! Goshujinsama's so silly!" Julia just smiled. "Meslya, why did you used to dress like that?" Julia pointed at Tiona, who very clearly didn't want to to be involved in this.

"Huh?" Meslya looked at Tiona, then back at Julia. "It was the style... oh! My mom said it helped attract men!"

"Right! And why were you talking about getting pinned and bred into the ground?" Julia asked.

"That... that's what strong men do to Amazons once they beat them?" It was obvious Meslya had never thought about these questions very hard.

"So if after strong men beat up Amazons, instead they stuffed them in frilly dresses and turned them into housewives...?"

"Then I'd want to get stuffed in a frilly dress and be a housewife!" Meslya looked at me. "Which I do! I totally do! Because I want to be your ideal woman so you'll breed me lots and lots!"

"Okay, but put sex with me out of the equation," I said. Meslya looked absolutely miserable at those words. "As in, I'd fuck you either way. Which way would you rather get fucked?"

"Um..." Meslya just squinted. "Whichever way you want? Because you're a strong man who I'd be lucky to get bred by?" She looked at Julia for approval.

"Ah! Meslya's not good at seducing men, since you're the first one she's met, goshujinsama!" Julia looked at Meslya seriously, and Meslya looked right back with an equal amount of seriousness. "Meslya, goshujinsama is worried about your feelings, hopes, and dreams! So try thinking about it, would you rather be a goatherder or a housewife?"

"A housewife!" Meslya said rapidly. Julia made some hand motions, and I just let out a long sigh at Julia, grabbing a tangle of her hair and yanking her off to one side, hefting her over my shoulder and starting to spank her, making her squeak and wriggle. Meslya watched with uninhibited lust - mostly at the way that I'd slung Julia over my shoulder, not the spankings, before she came back to her senses. "Ah! A housewife sounds amazing! You get to- to get bred lots and lots! And, and! You get bred extra because you're with the kids, which is helpful to the man! Right! A housewife is the best job for an Amazon who wants to get bred! Of course, you need a really strong man to get bred, like you, Drake! Darling?" She added, uncertainly. "If the man's not strong, then he wouldn't be able to provide for you to stay at home and get bred! And then all you have to do is cook, clean, and watch the kids! Much better than watching goats, which are dirty and stupid," she said, then paused. "Well, dirtier and stupider," she clarified.

"Her logic's impeccable," Rei said. "You've got no choice but to make her your housewife, I think, and pop her cherry right here in front of me as you breed her."

"Oh, yeah," I said. "Rei gets to watch me knock up any wife," I said. "You watched Juvia get impregnated, don't worry," I added, not admitting that I'd been sufficiently caught up in the moment I'd almost forgotten. "So if you want to get pregnant, you have to let her watch."

"That's okay!" Meslya said. "So I can be your breedable Stepfordized, domesticated, submissive housewife?!" She asked the question with utterly uninhibited enthusiasm. Julia managed to stop wriggling in pleasure from getting her ass and pussy spanked for long enough to shoot Meslya another thumbs-up. "Ah! Oh, and it's natural that Amazons get bred by powerful human males like yourself!" She said, nodding rapidly as she remembered some bit of dirty talk that Julia had no doubt advised her to say. "Though... that is natural? I guess dirty talk doesn't have to be false! You're really handsome and sexy! That's dirty talk, right?"

"Let's just focus on our journey," I said, mostly to avoid talking about this for a little while.

* * *

When we made camp for the afternoon, obviously, Tione began sucking my dick with the fervent eagerness of a girl who was feeling particularly challenged and jealous. She tried pulling back her hair a bit, too, mimicking Meslya's new hairstyle, but I managed to get her to stop. Once she had me fully hard again (which didn't take that long, as she'd last sucked my dick that morning, hours prior), she rode me like a maniac cowgirl, lacing her fingers together with mine so that our tattoos rubbed against each other while proudly proclaiming herself to be my wife, that she had me all to herself, and so on.

Very loudly, to be clear. With the obvious intent of making sure everybody else heard her, which she succeeded at.

"Now that we're making camp, can you please breed this domesticated, submissive, dutiful, fully Stepfordized housewifey, darling?" Meslya asked, fluttering her eyelashes as she finished the thought.

"Yeah," Rei agreed. "You want to breed this hot-to-trot Amazon housewife in training, right?"

"You gotta," the other Rei said. "It'd be cruel to string her along. Especially when she's working so hard to-"

Rei just glanced in the direction of the tent in question. Tiona let out another long sigh, having done so at least a half-dozen times since I had started fucking Tione. Ais just pursed her lips, then spoke up. "Arf arf," she declared. "Your fuckpuppy wants her master's big fat cock. She should have a whole litter of puppies. Ruff. Woof. Arf arf."

"Alright, Ais, let's go to a separate tent," I said, and Ais scampered into position, leaving three of my bodies around for Meslya to attempt to seduce - largely by kneeling, placing her hands neatly in her lap, and staring up at me with big beautiful brown doe eyes. "If you really want to become my wife, then we can do it, Meslya."

"Yes! I really want to become your housewife!" I avoided twitching in response to her changing 'wife' to 'housewife.' Though my dick did not. "I'll get bred and pump out babies and my big strong man will put me in my place as a silly little woman! Amazons like me were born to get domesticated by big strong human men like you, darling! I'm so happy that I found you! Please let your submissive wife, who was born to listen to and obey you, get your big hard cock. I know that I should let you make all the decisions for me, because I'm an Amazon and you're a human, but I'd like to humbly, as a lowly, pitiable woman, request that you please knock me up, darling."

Fuck it. By the end of this whole affair I'm going to have a lot more than one Amazon begging to get bred. Might as well get started. "Alright. Since you asked so nicely," I said, hefting her up into a bridal carry.

"Yes!" Meslya said. "Thank you for your advice, elder sister!" Meslya wrapped her arms around my neck, leaning in to start kissing at it, sucking on bare flesh with eagerness, yet curiously not seeking out my own lips. When I took her into the tent and just laid her out, she immediately hiked up her dress, revealing she'd been going commando the whole time. "...elder sister said that going without panties would be sexier for you?" She squeaked a bit as she finished the thought, looking up at me for approval.

"It's sexy," I reassured her, as both Reis hurriedly came in after me. I started to pull down my pants - then decided that Meslya deserved a nice show for having put up with me and done her best to seduce me and so on. I grasped the base of my shirt, slowly peeling it up, enjoying the way that Meslya watched with uninhibited lust, her lips parting as she stared at my chest.

"Ah..." she panted out as she saw me. "My husband's hard cock. My big, dominant, strong husband, who's defeated me utterly and put me in my place as a woman... it's my first time seeing his naked chest, but now that he's decided to breed me as his obedient Stepfordized housewife, I'm going to get to see it a lot more! At least once every nine months when he fucks me!"

"I..." really didn't know what to say to that. "...will fuck you more than once every nine months," I reassured her.

"Yes!" Meslya said, pumping her fist. "Wait, why? Pregnancies last nine months."

"Because sex feels good," I told her, starting to pull down my pants again, Meslya staring at my cock as it bounced free. Her lips parted softly as she just stared, committing its appearance to memory. "You can touch it, if you want," I told her, and she reached out, dark fingers softly running along my length, her gaze flicking up to me, then down to my cock, then up to me, as she nervously stroked it, worried that she was doing it wrong.

She was, in a certain sense: it wasn't like she was giving me a handjob. Her fingertips were sliding up and down my length, trailing across veins, corkscrewing around the crown, staring at my length all the while, her cheeks growing hotter the longer she did it for. She just swallowed wetly after a bit of staring - and then I grasped my dick near the base and lined it up with her pussy. "Ah!" She said, excited. "Please take this submissive little Stepford housewife and breed her hard with your thick creamy cum! Splatter your baby batter all over her insides, darling! That's what she's for! It's her highest goal in life! Please, darling, knock this silly little wifey up!"

"Alright," I told her, and just started to push inside her wet sex. I took it slow for the first stroke or so, taking my time with it, just grinding my way into her, but she was extremely horny, so it was a pretty easy journey down inside her, and soon enough I was hilted. "Rei, make her hornier."

"Holy fuck, he's asking for it!" Rei said. "Yo, yo, Meslya, look at me!" She said, waving her hands frantically, and Meslya did exactly that. I could feel as Rei's magic came into effect, with the way that Meslya's pussy suddenly tightened around my cock, and I just remained hilted inside her, riding out the intensifying arousal - and then I reached up along her flanks, enjoying the sight of her cute pastel floral dress, the lewd half-managed parody of a 1950s housewife - and then I plucked a certain strand of Fate, as I began to saw back and forth inside her.

She squirmed on my dick very pleasantly, looking up at me with a bright and happy smile.

* * *

Meslya was so happy! She'd gotten attacked by a man, and now, she was going to get bred and turned into his housewife! She was so thankful to her elder sister-wife. Julia? Drake had called her Julia, but she hadn't responded to that name. Either way! She now understood the way into her darling husband's heart! It was being a sexy doting housewife who was super submissive and breedable! Words like 'obsequious,' 'domesticated,' 'obedient,' 'subservient,' 'servile' - these were how she showed her love! Both by saying them, and acting on them, and also reminding him that as an Amazon, she existed to get bred by strong human men!

Which reminded her! "I exist to get bred by strong human men, like you, darling!" His cock twitched inside her, and he leaned down over her, fiercely kissing her on the lips. Her first time was accompanied by her first kiss too! This was the sort of saccharine nonsense they wrote in romance novels that were never intended to reflect reality! Her pussy quietly twitched around his cock, as he sawed back and forth, as he kissed her. Her hands came up to softly run along his naked body.

Her elder sister-wife was sooo smart! He had been all trying to send her away, completely uninterested in her, but now he was absolutely interested in her! She would absolutely live up to the title of Stepford housewife! Stepfordization - that was the term for what she'd done to herself! You made yourself pretty and feminine and elegant and submissive and sweet and docile and then the man fell head over heels in love with you and had to knock you up as many times as possible!

His cock inside her definitely felt good, with the way it pumped back and forth, and she was definitely lost in lust since she made eye contact with Rei and the other woman had made a silly face, but was sex really so incredible? Ais and Tione had acted like it was, but maybe there was something different about them?

Her darling husband Drake, who was in charge of the household while she was just a dutiful obedient housewife who was born to get bred ("Repeat those thoughts in your head until they become second nature!"), was slowly getting faster atop her, his tongue invading her mouth by force. She was pinned beneath him, as he clasped her hands, and he broke off the kiss to let her catch her breath.

Of course, her mouth had more important things to do than 'breathe,' like make sure that Drake was enjoying himself! "I'm your dutiful submissive little housewifey! I used to want to be a goatherder my whole life, daydreaming about one day getting to have sex with some man, but now I just get to be bred and fucked every day and every which way! This is so wonderful, darling! Thank you for putting my Amazonian body to its proper use, getting fucked and bred by a big strong man! Please make sure to impregnate me! Being bred by you is my highest aspiration in life, please and thank you!" She squeaked a bit towards the end of those words, and pleasure laced up her spine at that point.

It was shockingly pleasant, the way his dick throbbed inside her, pulsing, threatening to explode. Ohhh she wanted to declare that she loved him so bad right now, in the throes of what must have been an 'orgasm'! She'd heard about them from other Amazons, but she half-believed they were made up! Now she was getting to experience one, from this (wonderful, big, male, dominant, powerful, virile, human) man! The man who was her husband (?) was fucking her and making her come and all that sort of thing!

The orgasm soon passed, and she was left panting on the ground before him, his hips once more beginning their natural movements inside her. She wanted to speak up. She needed to speak up, to show him her appreciation! If she was selfish and didn't say dirty things to him, he might fuck her less! Her mouth worked at the air for several seconds, then she managed to speak. "Darling, thank you for fucking this quaint little Amazonian woman, and making her your doting, breedable bride!" Oh, that was good! Alliteration! "Silly submissive Stepfordized small-minded sluts like her were born to get fucked by big breeding bitch-breaking dicks like this one!" He seemed to be liking it, gauging by the way his cock was throbbing inside her. "Thank you for turning her into your submissive Amazon housewife, she's soooo thankfu~ul!" She squealed out the last word, as pleasure washed over her, even more powerful than the previous one.

It was incomparably powerful. When Drake kissed her anew, pushing his lips against hers, slithering his tongue in past her lips, pleasure laced throughout her whole body, making her tremble and gasp. The dress she'd paid to have custom made (with her elder sister-wife's money! She needed to pay back the dark-skinned woman one day!) felt like liquid, honeyed pleasure, poured over her body. Ecstasy and bliss and wonder all mixed together in her brain, sloshing around inside of her skull as she got fucked like that, Drake's pace intensifying now, her pleasure intensifying all the further as he ground and pound inside of her!

He broke off the kiss, and she did her best to speak up, though she knew she'd be less coherent even as her mouth started to move. "Ahm, I, I'm a submissive, breedable, bitch, yesh, meant to be, fuh, fucked, bred, knocked u~up, turned into, a housewife, housewife! I'm a horny happy housewife! I'ff neber wanted anyting more!" She squealed and bucked, and Drake started saying some words in a weird language as he just thrust away inside her, her burbles becoming less and less coherent as he thrust inside her, her whole body bouncing on his cock all the while.

When he finished whatever he was saying, it had to have been six hours later, by just how much pleasure she'd experienced. Was this what real orgasms were like? No way, right?! If it was, then she'd never have talked to a woman who had gotten to experience orgasms! Because they would've been too busy getting more of them 24/7! He leaned down over her, kissing her fiercely on the lips, and he batted at her tongue. "We can understand each other even when you're coming your cute little brains out, Meslya," he told her, making her pussy twitch around his cock all the more. That was the super-romantic magic marriage spell that her elder sister-wife had told her about! She was now genuinely his wife! It wasn't just roleplay any longer!

She came all the harder to that thought, her eyes peeling back in pure bliss. "Thank you darling husband for knocking up breeding fucking marrying using pounding dominating putting in her place this quiet sweet docile submissive domesticated trainable teachable dutiful loyal little wife girlfriend whore cumdump fuckto~oy!" She was coming her brains out, every word coming out a nonsense pitter-patter, but Drake's cock only got all the harder as he just pounded inside her.

Absently, she was aware that the two Reis had collapsed onto their butts, panting loudly as if they were also getting fucked, but she didn't care! Her husband was fucking her, that was what was important, not those other women! Getting fucked by her husband was her highest aspiration in life! "Thank you for breeding me husband! Fuck me every day okay?!? I'll do anything you want just like a good wife should! I'll never complain about anything you ever do or say or say to do! Just bree~eed me!" She squealed into his mouth, pure pleasure frothing up into her brain and wiping away any thoughts other than how best to please him in the moment.

She lost all track of time like that, getting fucked into the ground by a man.

This was the moment she'd been dreaming of her whole life. The moment that an Amazon like her was born for. Getting dominated, fucked, and knocked up by a powerful male. She just squealed in pure, uninhibited bliss, when he exploded inside her, the spunk that marked her as a real woman, as a future mother, as receiving the glorious seed of a powerful, virile male which would create another generation of wonderful Amazons spilling all over her waiting cunt, wriggling its way towards her womb in record time.

He paused at that point... and then about five seconds later went right back to fucking her, pounding her into oblivion.

The oblivion where, as an Amazon, she belonged.

The oblivion of getting fucked, dominated, and bred by a powerful human male.

She tried to tell him as much, in as many ways as she possibly could.

* * *

A half hour later, I wound up having to carry Meslya out of the camp - I'd pushed her a bit too far, and she lacked a falna to handle it. Once we had the camping supplies packed up, we got back on the road to Telskyura.

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Hephaistos sat there, in the dull quiet of the room, Drake's words seeming to echo around the inside of her head. He had explained to her his entire, absurd backstory. "So then... you only did all that to-"

"No." True. "I didn't seduce you for power, or points, or anything. I think you're honestly beautiful and good." Good. That was a word that felt particularly appropriate for Drake to choose to describe a woman he loved. Good. The list of his other lovers included the Bat of Daedalus and the Spectre, who had cleaned up Daedalus Street so much that crime seemed nonexistent there at this point. "I think I would have been happy to be part of your familia, in some other history." Hephaistos's cheeks glowed at that comment, too.

All of it was true, of course. Drake couldn't lie to her. He spoke carefully around that...

But it wasn't the sort of "speaking carefully around that" where you picked and chose what you said to lie by omission. It was the sort where you said the honest truth to convince the other party with overbearing specificity and directness. "It's..." She knew he had dozens of other lovers, it wasn't as if he was dishonest about that. But the whole situation. "I just don't know how to respond, to be frank. I wish you had mentioned this earlier."

"It's... sort of a secret, I guess," he said. "There's part of it from my end, too." She quirked one eyebrow. "I don't want women who only love me so they can get stronger."

She chuckled at that. "Isn't it an open secret by this point? You'd have to be a blind idiot to miss the pattern."

"Maybe, but not as a 'if I fall in love with him I can get power without him doing anything,' sort of situation. You'd probably assume it's for my lovers, in general."

"I could see that." She placed one hand on her cheek thoughtfully. "So... am I prettier than Venus?"

"She's a goddess of beauty, and I imagine a step or two up the divine hierarchy from you or Loki. But I feel like I know you better, given all I really know of Venus is what she sends in her letters."

"That is rather strange, I'll admit. If I wanted to pluck a mortal out of his home dimension, well, I certainly wouldn't send him down to Gekai unless I was going with him." She hummed thoughtfully. "Here I thought I only had Loki to compete with, now there's another goddess."

"Love isn't a competition. It's not a pie you carve up into pieces and when you run out of pieces, you run out."

She chuckled lightly at that. "I suppose even if it was, you keep making new pies. Well, go ahead. This Juvia girl sounds like she must be quite the woman, to attract the attention of a man as fine as you, after so long from seeing her."

He blinked at that. "You're... not upset?"

"Mm. Maybe by the secrets, but not by the lovers? I already knew you have... how many lovers?"

"Twenty one women have confessed their love to me, including you. I have regular sex with another four..." He frowned at that. "Hm. Maybe I should cut Syr off."

"Syr?" She asked. "The girl from the Hostess? Why?"

"Because she doesn't love me, she loves Cass, and Cass is straight," he said. "She knows the situation, and she's making her choices, but... every time I actually think about it, I feel bad."

"...if she loves..." Hephaistos took a moment, closing both eyes as she contemplated his words.

"Yes. She sucks my dick to keep it from going in Cass another couple minutes, or to get, ah, to taste Cass, if the order's the other way around..."

"That does sound like the sort of thing that..." Hephaistos trailed off, a frown creasing her lips. It sounded like the sort of thing no woman with even the tiniest piece of shrapnel of self-respect would do, and Syr certainly didn't seem to be a girl who was a completely pitiful little blob. If you'd asked her which of Drake's lovers was a pitiable cuckquean, based purely on personality... it would probably be Setsuko. The fox former prostitute, when Drake mentioned her, seemed to have a rather low self-estimation as well. Haruhime? "Hm. Perhaps it's a... kink?" She suggested.

"Maybe," Drake admitted, then shook his head. "I should talk to her. With Alex and Ellie, it's for Rei, but with Syr... I like intimacy, in sex. It doesn't bother you, that I'm about to summon another wife?"

"Well, given you've married, what, fourteen women? Soon to be fifteen. How could I be any more jealous of fifteen than of fourteen? At that point, it seems almost like your job."

He chuckled at that. "No, helping watch the kids is the job part. Babies are very annoying, if cute." He let out a breath. "Do you want me to summon her here? Normally I summon with Loki, but, ah, I kind of think she'd be unhappy about being groped by somebody other than me."

"I'm glad to hear that I'm still the more mature of your goddess-lovers."

"It'd be really worrisome if you weren't," he said, and she chuckled at that.

* * *

Juvia Lockser had lived a lonely life. People avoided her, and the loneliness was unpleasant, so she made it rain around her, so people avoided her more. She walked across the cobblestone floor of the city, and-

-and she blinked. She was somewhere else. A nice bedroom, where a redheaded woman wearing an eyepatch was. Was this Erza Scarlet?! She was supposed to have long hair, but women could cut their hair if they so wished! She had to be on alert! She drew up her magic, and cast her gaze along, and-

And she saw the most handsome man ever! "Who are you?!" She demanded of him. Was he in league with Erza Scarlet?!

"I'm Drake Holt," he said. "This is Hephaistos," he added, gesturing to the redhead, and Juvia let out a sigh of relief. They weren't with the Fairy Tail Guild, having figured out the Phantom Lord Guild's plan, and now acting out an ambush! She hadn't heard of either Drake or Hephaistos as being members of the Fairy Tail Guild! That meant she could focus on the important thing - the way that her heart was beating fast as she looked at Drake!

Her hand drew up to her chest, and on instinct, she wrapped a bubble of water around him. She wanted him to be hers! Wait, people couldn't breathe underwater, though! She panicked as he appeared to start to struggle. "Ah! I'm sorry!" She scarcely had time to finish that thought before he just shot out of the water like from a cannon, coming to rest right in front of her, making her startle and flinch, her cheeks glowing as he softly caressed her cheek. "D-Drake?!" She sputtered out.

"Juvia. I love you." Her face was pure red by this point, her eyes spinning a bit as she stared up at him. "Marry me, Juvia," he told her, and her heart began to pound all the harder in her chest. He-! How could he just say that out of nowhere?! Her own heart was raging in her chest, but he was so calm as the words escaped his lips! Ahh!

"I love you too, Drake!" She placed both hands over her face. "Ah! I said it! I really said it!" She wanted to run away, but he put one hand on her shoulder.

"Let's get married and have thirty-three babies," he told her, a smile on his lips.

"Thirty three?! That's exactly the same number of children I want to have!" The redheaded woman chuckled lightly at that, and Juvia gave her a glare. "Don't be jealous of my Drake!" She said. "Just because you're unlucky in love doesn't mean you should take it out on other people!" The woman's expression became more annoyed than anything else.

"Juvia," Drake said. "Please don't be mean," he told her.

"Ah! Sorry, Drake, I showed you an unappealing side of myself," Juvia said hurriedly. "Please don't leave me!" She rushed forward to wrap him in a hug, and he just hugged her back.

"I'll, uh - well, one second," Drake said.

All of the sudden there were two sets of arms wrapped around her in a hug?! She pulled back in shock, worried that some gross pervert had decided to try grabbing her when she had just met her soulmate! But as she did, she saw there were two Drakes instead of one! "Duplication magic?! Ah! That'll help with our thirty-three children, darling!"

"It definitely will," Drake told her, one of the two bodies giving her a soft kiss on the forehead - then he suddenly hefted her up, carrying her bridal style, just like a prince! She felt so light in his hands, yet also safe. "That body will stay here with Hephaistos. Let's head to Setsuko's home, okay?"

Juvia had no idea who Setsuko was, but by the way Drake spoke, it was probably a place where they could have lovey-dovey marital sex! "Okay!"

* * *

Drake pushed open a door with a flick of his wrist, not letting her out of her princess carry for a single second the whole journey to Setsuko's house. Her lips felt hot and wet from just how long they'd been kissing, and she could feel her arousal climbing second by second. He popped his lips off of hers at last, and she sucked in desperate breaths, her cheeks glowing as she did so. He just smiled lovingly down at her, as he carried her around inside the house, making his way around to a bedroom, where he finally laid her out on the bed. As she moved, she noticed a bird on the open windowsill, just seeming to stare at her - but it was just a bird, so whatever!

"Juvia," he told her, and she nodded at her name, attention turning back to him. "I love you. I will never stop loving you, or abandon you, no matter what. No other woman could ever make me do that." She felt her heart race at those words! He truly was her soulmate! There was no other explanation for any of this!

"I love you too, Drake, darling! Thank you for making me your wife!" Everything was going so fast, but that was okay, it was Drake, her soulmate!

"Thank you for letting me be your husband - but, I do have something I have to tell you before we go any further." She nodded rapidly, ready to accept any part of her husband-to-be's life! How could she not? They were soulmates! "I have fourteen other wives," he told her. She just blinked at that. Eh? Ehhh? Wait, had her soulmate already been stolen away by a load of hussies?!? "I love all of them too. Their love doesn't lessen the amount of love I feel for you one iota," he told her, gently caressing her cheek, "but it's my love for you, that keeps me from holding back that truth from you. If you find it too much that I have other wives, then that's okay, too. We don't have to do anything-"

"No!" She shouted the word out. She'd finally found her soulmate! The fact that he was married to fourteen other women didn't change that one bit! Having a person who you loved meant accepting even the parts of them that weren't the best, like how Drake hadn't stopped loving her because she was mean to Hephaistos earlier! "I want you to be my husband! I don't mind that you have other wives! No, I do mind, but I can accept it, because I love you, Drake!"

At that, he kissed her again, stealing away any further words from her as his lips mashed against hers. She felt her heart race at that, and she clasped his cheeks, sucking on his tongue energetically. She'd show him she could do sex even better than his other wives! Even if she'd never done sex before, enthusiasm counted for a lot, right?! And she had more enthusiasm than any other woman could have, since they were soulmates!

Drake started undressing her, and she wished she had been wearing something sexier than a thick fluffy fur coat! And underneath it she was just wearing a boring shirt and boxers! And underneath that, a purely functional bra! If she'd known that she was going to meet her soulmate, she definitely would have dressed sexy!

Whatever the case, she was soon naked on her back on the bed, staring up at her soulmate as he started to strip himself bare. He was muscly, which was definitely her type, that lean, muscular physique being the sort she really liked in a man. His cock also looked nice! She'd never seen one before, but it looked nice! He clambered up atop her, kissing her again, pointing his hard cock at her wet sex, and then he just slid inside her, making her gasp at the sensation, her breath spilling out and running across his mouth.

It felt soooo good, having her soulmate's cock pushing into her! She was glad she had been a virgin, so they could share this special moment! Though it was unfortunate he wasn't a virgin himself! After all, he'd definitely be much happier if he could also share his virginity with his soulmate! She reached up to clasp his cheeks, holding him against her as he gently thrust inside her, his movements slow and loving, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.

His hands started to wander at that point, sliding along her stomach up to her breasts, gently playing with them. She was glad he liked them! With fourteen wives, probably one of them had bigger boobs, but here he was, playing with hers! In fact, she should show that playing with her boobs was extra special and over whatever his other wives did! So she arched her back, pushing her tits up into his hands as he fucked her. She felt him twitch inside her in response, so she got more enthusiastic, her tongue licking at his, trying to suck his tongue and spit into her mouth, her hands clasping his face all the tighter.

She wound up being the first to come in that position, her soulmate finding just the right way to pump into her, plus her excitement at the whole situation making her explode in ecstasy. Drake pulled away from the kiss at that point, looking down at her as he kept grinding his cock around inside her, hitting her most sensitive spots as she wriggled on the bed in passion. "Do you want to get pregnant today?" He asked her. "Right now?" She panted and nodded rapidly. She was in love! This was her soulmate! Plus, she'd have to get started early if she wanted to have thirty-three children!

At that, he leaned back down over her, kissing her even more fiercely on the lips. She just lost herself in the blessed moment, her breasts being played with by her soulmate, who was also going to knock her up! She couldn't wait! Probably his wives hadn't gotten knocked up the first time they had sex! That made her special! She squeezed on his cock as hard as she could, trying to wring an orgasm out of him, and he intensified his pace in response, rubbing his cock all along her most sensitive spots as he made out with her, tongue teasing her gums, her tongue, her palate, stretching deep inside, seeming to invade her as they became one.

She came again in no time at all, so excited to be beneath her soulmate like this, their bodies merging as one. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, and he hilted inside her, groaning into her mouth, and she felt his seed spilling out inside her, hot spunk splattering all over the inside of her waiting sex! She was going to get pregnant with her soulmate's babies! He broke off the kiss at that point, panting above her as she just shivered in response to the constant splatters of cum all over her waiting womb. Get pregnant! Get pregnant! She scrunched up her face and clenched her eyes shut as she tried to focus on her womb, hoping to will his little swimmers to get extra deep inside her!

When he was finished coming, he let out a long breath, looking down at her with a loving expression on his face as he admired her naked body. She just swallowed as she stared up at him, and he leaned down over her, kissing at her ears. He was still hard! She could feel how hard he was! Guys were supposed to go soft after coming, weren't they?! Had she not made him feel good enough?!? "Do you mind if somebody watches?" He whispered in her ear. "I told her she can watch me fuck my other wives," he said, in between wet smacks of her ears.

Other wives? So this other hussy was a wife of his?! W-well, he was inside her right now! Not inside this other girl! No, it was good that he was inside her, actually! Let whoever it was watch Juvia be the one to have sex with Drake! She'd make the other girl cry, she'd make him come so hard! "I don't mind!" Juvia told him, and he started to thrust inside her again, his hard cock wedging its way inside of  her, sliding away. "Ohh, I'm so happy we're having sex, Drake, darling! Oh!" She was exaggerating, a bit, for effect, but that hussy deserved it! Getting married to her husband before Juvia even had a chance to meet him! How dare she?!

Okay, well, if she was being fair, then the other girl couldn't have known that Drake had a soulmate and it wasn't her! In fact, she felt sorry for whoever that girl was! It must have been awful to be married and find out your spouse had a soulmate, and she wasn't you!

"I love you, darling!" Juvia said, reaching up to caress her soulmate's face. "Make me a wife! Make me a mother! Let's have thirty-three babies together!" His cock furiously throbbed inside her, and his pace upped inside her, making her squeak in surprise as he really just started to slam away at her, her body bouncing on the bed, the mattress squeaking under her with each and every thrust. She cast her gaze to one side, wanting to see that hussy who was watching her! She'd show her how much better she was!

Drake, at that point, grabbed her by the hips and suddenly twisted her around, making her gasp in surprise as he took over the position of lying on his back on the bed, and held her atop him, making her ride him cowgirl. His hands were on her hips, and he moved her like she was feather-light, pumping her up and down his hard cock as she could only just moan and take it. "I love you too, Juvia," he told her, and any thoughts she had of showing whatsherface how much better she was vanished into a puffy pink cloud of nothingness. He leaned up, kissing at her breasts, at her neck, his lips so tender and sweet that she could just explode!

Which is exactly what she did! She erupted in ecstasy, pleasure lacing its way up her spine as he kissed along her bare flesh, making her feel so good as she spasmed and jerked atop him. That hussy watching her didn't matter! This mattered! Drake mattered! "I love you, darling! I love you! I love you I love you I love you!" The words came out as fast as she could make them, and he clearly understood what she was saying, given the way his kissing and sucking got more active, the way his cock throbbed inside her. She was soooo happy!

In her new position, the bird on the windowsill had fallen down and was twitching on the floor, but who cared! It was just a bird!

* * *

Bella's cheeks were hot as she stared at the scene in front of her. Juvia... so that was her name. She seemed so confident in herself, just shouting about how much she loved Drake extra loud. Bella wished she was that confident... her thoughts came to a stop as she remembered screaming about being Drake's perverted fuckbunny, and her cheeks got even hotter.

Well, she wished she was that confident outside of sex. She could just barely manage to tell Drake that she loved him! She couldn't shout it to the heavens like Juvia did! She was obviously really enjoying herself, and she wondered if Drake was using that move on her! She fidgeted in place. Maybe Drake would like her on top more? She'd be even lighter than Juvia... and not just up top, either. Was that an advantage? Did she finally find an advantage to not having big boobs? No wait, it didn't really matter since Drake was a Level Six, did it? Ahh! She wished she had bigger tits!

Well, girls went up a cup size when they got pregnant... if Juvia was going to have thirty-three babies, did that mean she'd go up thirty-three cup sizes?! That would be crazy! Juvia must really be a family woman, to want to have so many children! And to say it so confidently, too! Bella could never be that confident!

Or maybe she could! Maybe she should try harder to-!

"Bella?" Hestia asked, making Bella tear her eyes away from the crack in the doorway to look at her goddess. "Bella, what're you-" she peeked in through the doorway, and cried out. "Bella!!! You can't spy on people having sex, that's bad! And Drake, why do you have a new wife?!?"

Bella felt bad, because Drake wound up having to stop having sex. Which was bad because Drake was enjoying having sex, obviously! Not because it meant she couldn't watch Drake having sex! (Though, she did like watching... no wait, wouldn't that make her a perverted voyeur?!? Or was that fine since Drake said it was okay???) But eventually Drake managed to explain the situation to Hestia, who muttered and ranted about how he was a rake and terrible and so on, while Bella got to meet Juvia, who was super nice and energetic, especially when she found out that Bella and Drake weren't married...

"But he said you were allowed to watch his other wives..." Juvia said, then her expression grew ecstatic. "That means he already thinks we're married! Ah! Darling! Let's make love so more!" She said, throwing herself at Drake with reckless abandon.

Was that the kind of girl Drake liked?! Not big boobs, but super obvious and uninhibited in their affections?! Bella couldn't compete with that level of self-confidence!

* * *

"Syr," Drake said, and Horn turned to look his way, putting on a smile for him and Cass - except Cass wasn't here. She crinkled her nose just slightly, wondering at the oddity. Normally he didn't so much as come here without Cass. No, it was more like he came here only because Cass came here. "I want to have a serious talk with you."

"Mhm?" Horn replied, smiling blandly as their eyes met. "Ah, Mia, Drake wants to have a serious talk, can I have a break?"

"Ten minutes," Mia called out, and Horn nodded.

"Well, I have ten minutes to allow the great hero, the Happy Ending himself, to talk to little old me," she said, a playful smile on her lips. "So what is it that he wishes to say?"

"It's about our relationship." Horn nodded. "I... have been acting in a way I think is inappropriate." Wait, wait, wait. This was bad, wasn't it? Obviously the way he was acting was inappropriate, but it was also the only way that Freya got to kiss and hug and cuddle with Cass! If Freya lost that, then who knew what would happen?! Freya herself could detect the oncoming attack, like a minotaur rushing towards her, and through their bond, Horn could feel the way her goddess's blood froze. "You are an adult. I'm not denying your maturity. But even an adult can make decisions that are bad for them. They can get addicted to drugs or gambling... and I worry that's your situation with Cass. That you're accepting an unpleasant situation, because you're unwilling to-"

"Flee," Freya said, her voice a soft whisper, spoken into her room, the only other person there being Kenet, on his hands and knees, serving as a foot stool. "Flee before he can finish his thoughts."

"Ah, I should really be going," Horn said, hurriedly, turning.

"Syr," Drake said, his hand going to her arm, arresting her movement.

"Let go of me," Horn snarled, struggling against him with her falna - and he let go after just a fragment of a second. He did have that trait going for him, as a man: he listened to you. Presumably that was how he seduced Cass.

"Syr, running away won't change anything," he said. "I'm not... I'm not doing it any longer. I don't want to hurt you."

"Come back to me," Freya said. "Come back now."

"I have to go, really," Horn said, her feet growing faster as she just left the Hostess.

"Oy," Mia Grand called out. "I said a ten minute break! Not that you were free to go wherever!"

"I think I pushed her, sorry," Drake said, and Horn didn't hear any more of that particular conversation, as she rushed across Orario's streets, headed straight for the Tower of Babel.

By the time she arrived, Kenet had been dismissed from Freya's presence, and Horn was allowed to stand before her goddess. She swallowed and knelt, looking up at the most beautiful woman in the entire world, her eyes lightly glistening. She didn't want to know what her goddess would do, if her love for Cass was truly rendered impossible to act on.

"He thinks he's hurting you," Freya said. "No matter how many times I - we - told him it was fine, no matter how happy we acted, sucking on his cock... he knows there's no love between us."

"I'm sorry, my goddess."

"No, it's good," Freya said. "It's good that you're Syr right now."

"It is?" Horn asked, glancing up at her goddess.

"Yes. Because I can fix things," Freya explained, squatting before her, gently clasping her cheek, perfectly smooth, silky-soft hands brushing against her face as they stared into one another's eyes. "The smaller play is the better one to start with - it can always be revised upwards, should it fail."

"I... don't understand."

"That's quite alright. You don't have to." Freya took a deep breath, and she became infinitely more beautiful, a tiny fragment of her true, ephemeral, divine beauty sliding into this lowly reality, Gekai seeming to shatter in the face of her goddess, like a sliver cut through reality, pages of an old book peeling away to reveal a most perfect sculpture as something more real than reality interposed itself in front of her. Something more beautiful, too. Horn forgot to breathe. "You love Cass. You like Drake, but do not love him. You find him handsome, kind, hard-working, good." All those words became true, like little nails being pounded into her brain, a higher truth interposing itself on the lower one that was all her past experiences. "You hope, perhaps, that you will fall in love with him, because then he won't break things off between the pair of you."

There was a silence, as their eyes continued to meet, as the pitiable, dirty reality was quietly scraped out of her vision by the divine perfection of the woman before each other, incomprehensible thoughts going on in her goddess's keen mind.

"That won't be enough," her goddess said to herself. "You..." She peeled back, and reality snapped into place, a more mundanely beautiful woman squatting before her, Horn's brain able to comprehend more ordinary things. "You want to help me seduce my Cassandra, don't you?" Horn nodded rapidly. "You would do anything for that? For me?" Horn nodded again. Reality unfurled once more as pure beauty overwhelmed her mind.

"You are a cuckquean. Seeing the woman you love being fucked by Drake is humiliating - but that humiliation is arousing. This is a dark fetish you have previously smothered, but now, you finally can recognize it. Accept it. You will tell Drake as much, next time you see him: that you want to watch him fuck Cass. That it gets you off. That you want to watch the woman you love get fucked by a man you like, that that sweet agony is part of what made you suck his cock so many times, part of what made you offer up your body, part of what made you debase yourself for his sexual whims. You will believe this to be the truth, because going forward, it is the truth."

At that, reality snapped shut around her once more, and Horn just let out a breath. Every word that Freya said rolled through her mind, new pathways formed, new connections made. Even knowing that it was her goddess's Charm that had done it, every thought felt like it had always been there. She had always loved Cass, and never been able to admit it to herself, not daring to carry such feelings for her goddess's lover. She had always thought Drake was a good man, and wished she was in love with him, purely so that the situation with him and Cass could be eased. She had always been aroused when she watched him fuck her beloved right in front of her, her lips not allowed to grace so much as Cass's breasts, much less to kiss her sex, not even to clean out his seed.

"Thank you, Horn," her goddess said, lightly patting her cheek. "You may go now."

"Yes, my goddess," Horn said, rising unsteadily to her feet.

* * *

I had decided to stay at the Hostess, just in case Syr came wandering back. Obviously, Mia required I buy something or get out, which was fair enough, so I was seated at a table, being served by Ryu - by this point in my career, I made stupid amounts of money from killing monsters, and the stupid prices of the Hostess of Fertility no longer bothered me nearly so much. I guess that's how the Hostess was so successful despite its prices.

Well, that and the slave labor.

I was nursing some orange juice when Syr came back - and she came straight for my table, sitting down across from me. She took a deep breath as she looked me dead in the eyes. "I want to keep things going like they have been."

"I understand that, but-"

"No, you don't understand," Syr said, pointing at me, her expression serious. "Because I've been pretending this and that and the other... even to myself." She flicked a bit of her hair behind her ear. "I think I'm an emotional masochist. When I see the girl I love with somebody else, it... yes, it's humiliating, but it's also exciting. When I have to get fucked by you, just to delay Cass having sex by a few minutes... gods, it's so hot. Who would do that just for a ten minute delay? It was ridiculous. I can't believe you ever believed it."

"Cass... did not mention this being your opinion, and she's very good at reading people." I was definitely suspicious.

"Like I said, I didn't admit it to myself until now," Syr said. "Cass is very good at reading people, but sometimes she misses things because they're too... I don't know how to put it. Elaborate? Weird? Being able to tell if someone is lying, or to feel out their intentions, isn't the same as being able to know their heart."

I just hummed at that, contemplating what Syr was saying. In another body, I asked Cass what she thought about all this - Cass also seemed surprised by it, but she wasn't nearly as suspicious. She offered to head over to the Hostess and check. It was Cass, so that conversation took quite a bit to get through, by which point Syr had decided to speak up again.

"If you don't believe me..." She puffed up, straightening her spine, raising her chin. "Take me to my bedroom, and fuck me into the bed while telling me that Cass will never, ever love me like I love her." She actually flushed a bit at that. "Tell me that I'll only ever get chaste kisses from Cass, because she's not interested in women. Tell me that I'm a little cuckquean bitch." I was rapidly growing hard from those words, delivered more like Julia might have offered them than, say, Haruhime would have. Underneath the table, I felt her feet begin to slowly climb up my calf, making their winding way up towards my groin. "I know you're a sadist, Drake, even if you're a good person. You enjoy bullying girls, but you wouldn't do it to somebody who wasn't asking for it. Even me, who was asking for it - it wasn't good enough, was it? So let me ask for it like the Black Agony might: please, Drake, bury my face in the pillow and tell me that you're going to let me swap spit with Cass - by making me clean your dick off when you're done with me, then making me watch as Cass gives you loving oral sex. Loving oral sex she'll never give me." My cock twitched desperately in its confinement as she spoke, her foot rubbing softly against it, and she seemed to shift in her own seat with the awkwardness of a girl who was very, very horny.

I hesitated despite that. I was a bit worried she was just faking to keep me around, after all - it was hard to believe she'd reached this conclusion at exactly the same time I'd been ready to break things off. If she was faking, then I'd feel even worse about the relationship than I already had. "Cass is coming over," I told her. She looked confused as to why I was saying that, more than anything else. "I'll... have her check to see if you're being honest."

"I am being honest, Drake," she told me, leaning forward over the table. "Feel my tits. My nipples are scraping against my bra right now. I'm wet for this. The thought of you- nn, doing things to me," she breathed, shifting in her seat, her foot leaving my cock as her hand reached down towards the space between her thighs - then she stopped herself and smiled. "But bring her over. Let her watch me get fucked. I want to look her in the eyes. I want her to sweetly smile as I happily get fucked by somebody else. I want it ground into my head that that sweet, loving girl, who earnestly wants what's best for me, has recognized that what's best for me is being an eternal cuckquean whose beloved will never reciprocate her feelings."

"Drake," Cass said, making me startle as she seemed to appear from nowhere. Syr looked up at her, her smile more sly than anything else. "She's... she isn't... lying," she explained.

"Okay, great." Having just been freed from any moral concerns, I got up from my seat, tossing more than twice the bill so Ryu could have a nice tip, and heading up for Syr's room, the girl herself smiling, a spring in her step as she looked from me to Cass and back again.

Once we were in her bedroom, she stripped naked, and she hadn't been lying - she looked just about drenched down there, her pink nipples perky as she looked at Cass, panting hotly as Cass just blushed and averted her gaze. "Why are you reacting to Cass like that?"

"The girl I love isn't attracted to my body at all," Syr explained, almost whimpering the words out. "Sweet agony," she added, her lips parting softly. "Cass, look at me." Cass brought her gaze to Syr, but her eyes were locked on her eyes, not on her nude body, her lovely pert breasts attracting my attention, the girl herself doing a little pirouette. "You'll never be attracted to me, will you?"

Cass blushed at that, biting her lip. "I don't... know... sorry..."

"Ah, it's alright, Cass," Syr said, stepping up towards Cass, giving her a light peck on the lips. "Your rejection is also sweet bliss, in its own way." She turned her gaze to me. "Drake. Make me miserable and happy all at once. Let pure pleasure and abject humiliation mix together. Make me look Cass in the eyes while you take me."

Syr definitely had my number, with the whole "sadist" thing, because my dick was rock hard and I stripped myself naked inside a fraction of a second, pushing her down onto her back on the bed, spreading her legs, and just shoving myself inside her while hardly giving her the time to squeak. "That's right," I grunted out, reaching for her hair, twisting her head around to make her look at Cass, who had taken a seat on a chair in the room. Cass smiled warmly as Syr's cheeks started to glow. "See her? She's my wife," I practically groaned the words in her ear, and I could feel her pussy pulse with arousal as I spoke, just hilting myself inside her, grinding a bit as I loomed over her. "I took her first time. I'm the only person she's ever had sex with - and since I'll almost certainly live longer than her-" both because she was lightly suicidal, and because I had eleven bodies, "-I'm also the only person she ever will have sex with. Even if she thought you were sexy, she wouldn't ever fuck you without my permission."

At that, Syr actually came, moaning on my cock, fingers clawing at the bed sheets beneath her, her eyes remaining locked on Cass as I remained buried inside her spasming pussy. Hot breaths spilled out of her mouth as she shivered on my dick, her eyes slowly twisting up to meet mine, focusing and unfocusing. "This," she panted out, "is the closest, I'll e~ever, get," she said, her voice becoming lewder, hotter with each passing word.

"That's right," I said, shifting on the bed, corkscrewing her on my cock, twisting her around on the bed so she faced towards Cass, her butt pointed up at me as I got ready to fuck her doggy style. Cass blushed a bit as their eyes met, but she smiled still, reassuring me that I wasn't pushing Syr too far in the degradation department. "Staring the girl you love in the eyes while her husband fucks you," I told her, pumping my hips against hers, making her gasp.

"Ahn, Drake, I'm gluh, glad, you have so ma~any lovers, because it means you luh, learned, to be a sadist, with those other maso, masochists," she got out, fingers squeezing against the sheets as I just fucked her in that position. I wasn't rough or hard, just slow and steady, but she was wet and dripping all over my dick anyway.

I wasn't using Celestial Bliss Trick this time - I wanted to get a proper vibe for Syr's tastes, now that I had some idea what they were, and using the magical power that made you come your brains out no matter what I did would probably hurt that. "You're glad I have so many lovers because you're a cuck," I told her, upping my pace a bit as she gasped and squeaked. "You are a cuckquean, Syr. Say it."

"I'm a cuckquean! I'm a little cuck bitch, Drake! It gets me off to know that when you're duh, done with, me, you're gonna, fuh, fuck Cass instead!" She squealed as she came, hard, on my cock, and I held her up by the hair, forcing her to look Cass in the eyes as my wife flushed.

"That's right," I told her, as I pumped inside her spasming pussy. "But when you say 'instead,' what you mean is that I'm going to fuck Cass - instead of you fucking Cass, right?" She nodded, her voice failing her, and I leaned down, nibbling on her earlobe. "I'm happy to hear that." My fingers sought out her breasts, just playing with them softly as she breathed heavily, barely managing to hold herself upright on her arms, her weight wobbling beneath her. "But there's one problem with your dirty talk."

"Wha, what?" She sputtered out.

"You shouldn't call me Drake. You should call me 'Cass's husband,' or 'the man Cass loves,' or something similar to that. Every time you refer to me, I want you to remind yourself of the fact that you are getting cucked - at least in the bedroom," I added. "You can call me Drake at work."

"Ah, yes, Cass's husband," she said, her pussy tightening up on me even as her orgasm rounded itself out. "Whatever you want, Cass's beloved." Her pussy gave a nice little squeeze at that. "I have to do whatever you say, because otherwise, you'll- you'll cut me off from this," she said. "You're her man. The woman I love, loves you instead. Tell me, Cass! Tell me you love your husband more than me!" Her voice was simultaneously incredibly aroused and yet also full of sincere pleading.

"Um..." Cass swallowed, her cheeks glowing. "I... love Drake... more than you?" She squinted and leaned back, like she expected Syr to get mad, or like you might when you were expecting something to explode in front of you. Instead of that, she got to see Syr come hard on my cock, her pussy spasming around my cock as I held her up by the hair, her arms limply dangling in front of her as a powerful orgasm racked her body, her hips and pussy both twitching flagrantly around on my cock. "I love Drake... lots and lots... but Syr... you're just my friend," Cass said, trying her best to help with Syr's masochistic tendencies, but at the same time being such a sweetie-pie she couldn't get too mean.

Of course, she didn't have to. For Syr, hearing the girl she loved say things like that was apparently pure bliss, because she just moaned and thrashed on my cock as my dick railed inside her. I gestured for Cass to come up towards the bed, and just pulled her into a kiss, making it wet and heavy, my tongue sliding into her mouth. Her cheeks glowed as we made out like that, my hips still pounding at Syr's pussy all the while, the girl in question moaning and twitching.

I only broke off the kiss once Syr was finished coming, enjoying the cute blush and bashful smile on Cass's face. Then I leaned down over Syr. "Do you want an indirect kiss?" I asked her.

"Yes, Cass's husband!" She practically shouted the words out, grasping my cheeks in either hand, pulling me into a forceful, hungry kiss, just shoving her tongue into my mouth, trying to scoop out Cass's spit. I let her, enjoying the way her pussy quivered on my cock in response to what was happening, one hand sliding along her stomach down towards her clit, starting to play with it as I fucked her.

Cass spoke up at that point. "Sorry, Syr... I think Drake... is sexier than you... and I love him more... when I almost... died... I felt bad... because it hurt Drake... but not because it... hurt you..." I was worried that Cass had overstepped boundaries with that - those words were particularly real, in a way my dirty talk hadn't quite been - but Syr responded by coming hard on my dick, moaning happily into my mouth as I kept making out with her.

When Syr's orgasm finished, I pulled out of her pussy and let her collapse onto the bed as I broke off the kiss with her. She just flopped, prone, onto the mattress, and I turned my gaze to Cass, who was blushing cutely as I considered her. "The only way you'll ever see Cass naked is if I'm there, either fucking her or about to," I told Syr, though my gaze was on Cass, my hands quickly moving to strip her naked. Syr whimpered, one hand sliding down towards her pussy, actually starting to masturbate at that point, her hips grinding into her hand as she watched me strip her crush naked right in front of her.

"Ahm, fuck her, fuck your wife, Cass, fuck your husband, ah," Syr panted out, looking positively delirious with lust as I got Cass properly naked.

For my part, I turned Cass around so I was behind her, hefting her up by the thighs, spreading her legs and pointing my dick at her slit as I moved in front of Syr. The young girl stared up at the show, moaning softly as I teased my dick against her entrance.

"Put it in... Drake... hubby..." Cass said quietly, her cheeks glowing. "She wants... to watch... it's okay... she'll be... happier..."

At that, I started to push my cock, inch by inch, into Cass's wet sex, Syr whimpering with raw lust and desire as she watched my cock slowly vanish into the other woman's pussy. "Cass's husband..." she breathed out to herself, giving me quite the show as her frantic masturbation on the bed got harder, looking like she was dry-humping the mattress as she fingerfucked herself, my cock entirely wedging itself inside Cass in short order. "She loves her husband more than me..." she continued, eyes unfocusing as she watched me start to bounce Cass on my cock, her gaze not so much on the point of entrance, or Cass's tits, but instead on Cass's face. "Ah, ahn, fuck, fuck!" She squealed as she came, hard, on her hand, moaning and thrashing on the bed in front of me.

"You're... a little... cuck bitch..." Cass said, her cheeks glowing as she spoke, and then I kissed her fiercely on the lips, while Syr just moaned and came her brains out on the bed. Even though I wasn't fucking her any more, she still came more than Cass did, and I felt a lot better about our relationship.

Obviously, if Cass somehow started feeling sexual attraction to Syr, then I wouldn't hate doing some more intimate threesomes - but at this point, I wasn't even sure if Syr would prefer that, given how hard she was coming.

* * *

Freya laid on her bed, her sweat-slick body sticky in the afterglow of a quite powerful orgasm. In between her legs, Kenet peeled back his lips, looking quite proud of himself. "Did I do good, my goddess?" He asked, his voice more nervous than anything else. "You seemed to come... harder than usual." That was true, in that she hadn't faked that particular orgasm, but it really had nothing to do with Kenet himself.

"Mm, yes," she lied. "I, ah, need a moment. Go fetch me some cold water," she ordered, and the man skittered out of the bedroom in a rush.

The orgasm was sympathetic, carried through the bond between her and Horn. The intensity of Horn's arousal had combined with modest stimulation of Kenet's incompetent cunnilingus to drive her to an orgasm. It was no more than that.

She laid there, staring up at the ceiling. Cass's words resounded in her head, simultaneously cruel and sweet, spoken by the gentlest girl in the world yet utterly sadistic. An empathetic girl attempting to satisfy an emotional masochist's desires.

"You're... a little... cuck bitch."

A little shiver ran down her spine at the memory of those words leaving Cass's lips.

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