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Loki slapped her ass down in front of Ikelos, sighing as she did so. "Heard you guys lost a couple important familia members a while back," she said, idly flicking at her hair. "Mm... one of them was named something like Dicks?" Dix Perdix. Decapitated by Erza Scarlet months back, zero commentary or recriminations despite a boatload of witnesses left standing. It was one thing to write off Dungeon deaths, but this was a whole 'nother thing.

"Ah, that guy," Ikelos said. "He was fun... but he wore out his own welcome, you know? He was doing things on his own and bad things happened to him, that's just how it goes." He shrugged, his constant, manic smile still on his lips. The creep really did piss her off. His own familia member got killed by one of hers, and he just wrote it off. "Don't worry, I'm not upset at all. I love my familia, but I like seeing how they do things on their own, you know? I'm not really 'in charge'."

"Right, right," Loki said, leaning forward, her expression becoming sharper. "How's his family feel about it?"

"His family?" Ikelos pretended not to understand.

"You know. Brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews... it's my understanding he's part of a pretty big family." She idly wondered if spreading the Daedalus blood curse out would weaken it, or just make everybody in Orario have to dig out Knossos. Probably best not to find out the hard way.

"Oh. I don't really know."

"Really?" Loki asked. Ikelos just shrugged. "Look... do I have to go pick out one of your familia members?"

"Go ahead. I don't keep track of their comings and goings," Ikelos explained, smiling warmly. "I just treat it more like an idler than an active management game, you know? I do know they've been thin on funds recently... ever since Dix died."

"Always sucks when you lose a high Level," Loki agreed, pretending not to notice Ikelos's point. "Your funding takes a hit but all the piranhas start swarming. Crabs in a bucket. Be a real shame to find out what happens when you lose a few more high Levels," she said, idly cracking her knuckles - Ikelos's expression became more strained, at that point. "Want to cut the bullshit? We're too old for dancing around pointlessly."

"Ah... but I was just getting to dance with Loki herself..." He sighed. "Honestly, I don't know much. I know that Dix captured and sold the talking monsters off to various interested parties. I don't know who they were, or how it happened. I know that your Erza Scarlet decapitated him." Badass. "I let my children run wild and enjoy themselves. They're slaves to someone else, anyway," he said, spreading his hands.

"Daedalus."

"Yep. Ah. Mortals really are so funny, you know? Mortality must be such a drag... going to all that length. He won't even get to see it."

"His soul's still kicking around somewhere." Not that Loki knew. Wasn't her job to keep track of things like that.

"Yeah, but he won't remember any of it." Loki just shrugged.

"Right. So you don't know fuck about shit, on account of you just let your familia of mind controlled slaves whose sole mission is to make something even bigger and nastier than the Dungeon wander around freely."

"When you say it like that, it sounds bad."

Loki just rolled her eyes, stretching her legs and hopping to her feet. "Let's see some of these familia members, then. Where's one? Want to pick somebody's brain."

"I don't tell them where to go," Ikelos said, forcing Loki to resist the urge to just kick him right in the head.

"You think I'm stupid? Even if you're the most lackadaisical god ever to grace this crappy rock, they gotta fucking come to you to get their falnas updated!"

"I don't schedule it or anything. If one of them shows up, you can talk to him, but I'm not going to make them stick around." He gave her a look as she just glared at him. "It's one thing to kill a criminal in the Dungeon, it's another to start a fight on the surface."

She grit her teeth. "Fine." She plopped back down, crossing her arms. "I was hoping to go home and have insanely good sex with one of my familia members, but instead I will just sit here, bored, for hours and hours until one of your familia members finally shows up."

Ikelos just shrugged. "It's your choice to be bored."

* * *

"You!" Loki practically shouted the words as the door opened. It had been three hours with nobody for company but the creepy obnoxious apathetic dullard that was Ikelos. The young woman in the door looked mousy, maybe even a little cute if she wasn't covered in crud, her red hair stained with dirt just like her face, like she'd been splashed with mud and hadn't actually gotten to the showers yet. The girl's eyes widened as she looked at Loki - and then she bolted, right out into the night air.

"They do know about-" Loki was already taking off after her, before Ikelos could finish his stupid thought.

"Stop running, kid!" Loki yelled. Dammit. She should've brought Finn along, but she'd thought this was going to be a god-to-god talk. Ugh. She could always go back to the Twilight Manor, bring Finn with, play the dumb game out over again. "I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to talk!" She moved as fast as her slender, very attractive legs could take her, pounding against the cobblestone streets of Orario as the mud-streaked young girl just kept on running, not even bothering to glance behind her. Luckily, she had a pretty distinctive profile. Unluckily, this was Daedalus Street - if the girl went out of her sight for more than a second, she'd lose her for good. She was short, at least, so Loki was able to keep some kind of pace, but her chest was burning with exertion as she gave chase.

She found she was shockingly capable of keeping up, despite her main athletic exercise being trying (and failing) to grope her familia members. She remembered, vaguely, Drake's mentioning that her physique would be improved by his power, but she put that thought out of her mind. After only a couple minutes, the girl lost her footing, stumbling and falling, sliding across the cobblestone with an "oof," and Loki was on her immediately, just slamming the girl right into the ground, pinning her arms. She grinned. "Now I-"

"HELP! RAPE! RAPE! I'M BEING RAPED, HELPPPPP!" The girl screamed out bloody fucking murder.

Wha- what? This had never happened before! Loki didn't rape people, and when they complained about her creative interpretation of the norms of physical contact, that was because she had actually touched them in a weird way. "I'm not raping you!"

"HELP! OH GOD, OH GOD, AH, SHE'S TRYING TO PULL DOWN MY PANTS, HELP HELP PLEASE!" The girl was enthusiastic in her screaming, that was for damn sure, and Loki couldn't help but look around for anybody listening in.

Then a figure appeared, landing from above with a gentle thump against the cobblestone. It wore a bone white wooden mask, done to look like a skull, hiding the rest of its owner's body in a hooded cloak, even the fingers gloved in black. "Ah! Save me, Spectre!" The girl said, pleading for assistance. "Help, this horrible woman was trying to rape me!"

"Oh? That does sound terrible. You know what I do to rapists?"

"You kill them, right?" The girl asked.

"I'm not a rapist!" Loki added. "She's just saying that! It's a lie! I'm a goddess, I can recognize lies."

"No, I don't kill rapists," the Spectre said, ignoring Loki's words. The voice was female, but artificially hoarse. "Well... if they're using a weapon or something, I might. I have to protect their victim, you know?"

"She's got a knife, it's pressed against the back of my neck!"

"I do fucking not! Don't listen to this girl!" Loki's heart was beating unusually fast in her chest, for reasons she could only guess at. Probably fear.

"Hm..." Spectre approached, her feet lightly tapping against the cobblestone, rubber not being in common use for clothing in this part of the world, so the wooden click-clack seemed to echo in the dark night. "It is Loki... she's a notorious lecher..."

"I grope! I don't rape! And it's my familia members anyway! Don't listen to her, she's lying!"

"Please, please, I'm going to lose my chastity, please, Spectre, I know you're good, please help me!"

"Just kidding!" Spectre said, a smile visible in her voice. Wait. Loki recognized that voice. Oh, this was fucking Julia doing her stupid vigilante thing. "Now now," she said, squatting down to look at the muddy redheaded girl. "Lying to me isn't good. I know Loki-sama would never do something like rape a woman." At that point, the girl in question finally decided to use her falna and sent Loki careening onto her back as she suddenly snapped to her feet - Julia was way the fuck faster than her, though, just grabbing her around the neck and hefting her up. "You shouldn't lie about rape. It's a very bad thing to do to the person you lie about, since rape is such an awful crime." The girl kicked at Julia, but it was ineffectual, as were her attempts to claw at the hand around her neck. She was probably a Level One, given the obvious power imbalance. "Why were you chasing this girl, Loki-sama?"

"Oh, uh," Loki said, getting back to her feet. "She's a member of the Ikelos familia. I wanted to know what she knows about other Daedalus family members in other familias. We want to make contact with them. That kinda thing. What's your name, anyway, kid?"

The girl finally concluded she couldn't actually resist Julia, and went slack, sighing. "It's Bradi." True.

"Do you know where I can meet up with some other members of the extended Daedalus family?"

"No." Lie.

"I'm a goddess! You can't lie to me!" Loki grinned. The one situation torture worked: when you could verify the target was lying or not instantly! For mortals, that basically never happened, but for her, a goddess? Obviously, it happened all the time. "Now tell me!"

"I'm not betraying my kin to your rotten familia! I'd rather die!"

"Ahhh!" Julia said, as if finally realizing something. "She's afraid because Erza killed Dix and whatnot! Don't worry, she only did that because Dix was currently involved in a slave trading operation at the time he got decapitated!"

"Like fuck," Bradi spat on Julia's mask with a remarkable degree of accuracy, splattering against the painted wood. "I can't believe I ever thought you were good for Daedalus Street."

"Ah... this is bad..." Julia said, humming as she held Bradi up. "Oh! Why do you need to know about the bigger family, again?"

"On account of it's looking like they're cooperating with Evilus." Bradi stiffened at that. "Oh, you do know that? Yeah. Well, we're not looking to just wipe you guys out, that's last ditch, but it'd be a lot easier to deal with Evilus if you weren't supporting them through Knossos, you know? But if you really want to protect them..." Loki shrugged. "Then I guess the Loki familia will have no choice but to wipe them out."

Bradi bit her lip, her face still a mess of mud and dirty hair. "The ones you're talking about... they're with Evilus," Bradi explained.

"With Evilus? Gonna want a clearer definition than that."

"Thanatos familia," Bradi said, her voice quiet.

"Fuck," Loki said, letting out a long sigh. "great. So this errand was a waste of time? Nothing you could possibly say or do to save your family members from getting butchered like lambs?" Bradi actually did seem to seriously consider the question, thinking it over carefully. Apparently it really was all about concern for her kin with her. Or maybe the blood curse was just making her try to make sure as much of her family survived as possible.

"Ah! I could kill Thanatos!" Julia offered. Bradi looked at her uncertainly.

"Killing a god carries eternal consequences," Bradi said. "Especially Thanatos." Yeah, that guy was one of the freaks who actually liked doing his job and taking care of putting the souls in new bodies.

"Eh, don't worry, my soul's going to get chomp-chomped by something nastier than Thanatos when I die anyway." You could hear the smile behind her mask. "Want to see?" The smile seemed to grow even wider, and Loki couldn't help but remember that panic and terror, back in Hephaistos's office, that intuitive understanding that something evil was present with her. Julia acted like such a spaz it was easy to forget, but she knew the truth. There was something truly awful, massive, Lovecraftian behind her, and goosebumps ran across her skin as she contemplated it.

"Um. No thanks," Bradi said, clearly taking Julia's threat quite seriously.

"Aww," Julia said, letting out a sigh. "I guess I shouldn't do it outside anyway. I wonder if the Dungeon would respond to it like it responds to a god?" She hummed as she tilted her head. "Anyway. I could kill Thanatos."

"Any better ideas, Bradi?" Loki asked.

"I'm fucking trying to think!" There was a momentary silence, Bradi's body trembling as it remained held up by Julia. "There's... I don't know. I could try talking to some of the guys in that part of the family, convince them to get while the getting's good... I doubt it'd be enough for your purposes, but it might be enough to save some..."

"Right." Loki ran a hand through her hair. Convince your enemy to demobilize, to betray his ally, how how how? "How about this," she said to Bradi, pushing her tongue against her cheek. "You know Human Rex, right?"

"The Record Breaker? Yes."

"She's able to turn into people she's killed, too. Has multiple bodies. She's smart. Good at lying, when she bothers to try. Your family wants to find out how many of your people she can kill before they even notice anything's wrong? Stick with Evilus. Otherwise, get out of our way." Bradi gulped, apparently suitably intimidated. "There's only going to be one chance. Once we go to war, it'll be too late to back out."

"Right... I got it. I mean... I don't know if they'll listen..." Bradi said.

"At least you can save the low Level members of your family," Loki replied, smiling. "Even if the strong ones think it'll turn out better for them than it did poor Dix."

"...yeah."

"Put her down, Spectre. She hasn't committed any crimes."

Julia decided to more underhand toss Bradi off, than to put her down, but the girl scurried off in one piece anyway. Loki just crossed her arms. "Is that really going to be enough, Loki?" Julia asked.

"I don't know," Loki responded. "But the problem dealing with the Daedalus line is their ability to prepare Knossos, and that's from their manpower, not their Levels. Getting rid of the low Level family members can at least reduce their ability to pull the kind of crap Rei was talking about."

"Ah! That's true. You're so wise, even though you don't act like it!" True. Loki just scrunched up her face and decided to let it go without comment. Julia was only trying to get a rise out of her, anyway.

* * *

Cass held the reins of her camel, but she felt awkward about Syr's position. Syr herself was on the camel behind her, her arms wrapped gingerly around Cass's waist, carefully avoiding trying to feel her up, her chin on Cass's shoulder. She was just basking in Cass's closeness, which she was doing because she could.

It was nice. Syr really liked her, after all, in the same kind of way that Drake liked her, even if Cass couldn't... re... re-sip-ro... couldn't return those feelings. She was married to Drake, and she loved Drake; she didn't love Syr that way. She felt bad about it sometimes, but Syr seemed to know what she was doing, and to accept it... it was like Drake said earlier, when Syr had been... her cheeks flushed, and she squirmed a bit at the thought.

"What are you thinking about, Cass?" Syr asked. "Is it something naughty to do with me?" There was a playful, teasing, flirtatious note to her voice.

"It's when... um... when you had Drake in your mouth... and he asked if you wanted to trade..." she explained.

"Oh! Sorry about that, I just get a little selfish about you, even if I know I shouldn't..." Syr said, snuggling into her. "You came out here with your husband and I went around monopolizing him... I'm so terrible! Please, forgive me?"

"Okay," Cass said. "Um... but..." she hesitated a moment. She should say it, right? Syr deserved to know. "I don't... um..." she tried to find the right word. Drake had said something like het-er-o-seks-shul? "I like... boys..."

"So if I was a boy, you'd leave Drake for me?" The way Syr asked it, there was half a desperate hope, and half an argument.

"No..."

"Then what's the difference if you like boys or girls, Cass? As long as I can touch you like this, I'm happy," she said, sighing softly as she held herself against Cass. "If I loved somebody who I couldn't touch, that'd be hard. But it's okay if we can't have sex." She gave Cass a quick peck on the cheek.

Cass's thoughts went to Haruhime. Drake hadn't been able to... really be with her for months of slow work, but he'd been willing to wait. "But..."

"It's not fair?" Syr asked. Cass nodded. "Life isn't fair, Cass. If I'd been the one to see you first, not Drake, ah... I'd eat you up so many times over that you'd forget you liked boys at all!" Cass felt her cheeks burn at Syr's forwardness. "But I didn't. So I've got to just cuddle you, and kiss your cheek, and neck, and shoulder, and ear, and wish I could touch your breasts... not because I'm into breasts, but because they're yours." Cass was definitely blushing at this point, staring down at her camel instead of forward at the Kaios desert stretching out before them. "It's okay, Cass. You deserve to be a little selfish. You're such an amazing person. You're so kind and sweet. You should do things you want to do, even if they don't make other people happy, at least sometimes."

"I... want other people... to be happy," Cass said.

"I know! That's one of the things I like about you soooo much, and I think it's part of what Drake likes too," Syr said, smiling as she spoke. "But, hm. Drake doesn't just have you suck him off all the time, right?" Cass shook her head gently. "But he could, right? He totally could," she said, smiling and tickling Cass a little. "You're such a sweetie-pie that you'd go along with it, right? And you know he'd like it... he really likes having his cock sucked, you know?" Cass gulped, but nodded. "So why don't you?"

"He... doesn't... want to," Cass said.

"Ah... you're so insanely sweet it drives me crazy, Cass!" Syr leaned her whole weight against Cass's back. "Mm... but! The reason he doesn't want to is because he wants you to be happy, right?" Cass nodded. "So you're only doing other things because of your happiness. I'm just saying you should do it sometimes. What would you do, if you could do anything? If the whole world was at peace... if everyone you loved just wanted you to do as you liked... what would you do, Cass?"

"I'd..." Cass thought about it. What would she do? She blushed as the thought came to mind, her eyes flicking over to Drake. "I'd... do lots of... stuff with Drake..."

"Okay. You do lots and lots of naughty things with your beloved husband," Syr said. Her voice was smooth and fluid, but Cass could tell she wasn't happy that the first thing that came to mind was having sex with Drake. Cass didn't think it was bad, though. They were married, and Drake was really good at sex... "But then, Drake's tired. He wants to take a nap. Yawn." She affected waving a hand in front of her mouth. "Do whatever you feel like, Cass, he says, as he lounges in bed, pulling the covers over himself and closing his eyes." Cass could imagine him lying there, asleep. "Don't say stare at him while he sleeps," Syr added, a wry smile on her lips.

Cass blushed a little. "Dance?" Cass suggested.

"Okay. You dance your heart out, you have a great time... then what?"

"Fight crime," Cass said, more on reflex than anything thought-through.

Syr let out a giggle at that. "The world's at peace. There's no more crime to fight. That's the whole point of this scenario, Cass! Is that it?"

"Train..." Cass suggested.

"You train. You push yourself! You pump iron! You run! You punch training dummies! Whew. You're all tired and sweaty. You go home and flop on the bed with Drake. When you wake up, he also wakes up, and you both have lots of sex so we can skip over that bit. Then what?"

"Spend time... with Erza, or Noriko... or Kori, or Lena... or Haruhime... or one of Drake's other wives..."

Syr let out a sigh. "That's it, then? Sex and dancing and training and your co-wives." Cass fidgeted in place. Was it bad? "It's not bad... I just want you to be happy, and I feel like there's probably lots of stuff you don't do, that you'd like to do!" Syr suggested. "Well... think about it, okay? For me?"

"Okay," Cass said.

"There is one thing, though..." Syr mumbled the words. "What would you do with me? I'm not... one of Drake's wives."

"Oh." Cass felt bad now. "I'd do something... with you. We could... dance," she said.

Syr sighed, giving Cass a quick kiss on the cheek. That wasn't what she was hoping to hear. "It's okay. I like being near you, even if it's just to get bullied by Drake. Be selfish with me, alright, Cass? That's how much I like you..." Cass felt herself blush, but gave a small nod.

* * *

The girl without a name had squirmed her way out of her panties, Drake's hard cock bouncing in the air in front of her, her fingers absently reaching out for it, stroking along its length. She looked up at his face, a smile on her lips. He had just freed a bunch of slaves back in Liaod... maybe she should play the slave girl for him? Oh, wait! "Goshujinsama, I had a thought. Since you're Level Four, and I'm Level Three, that makes you stronger than me, right, goshujinsama?"

"Pretty much," he agreed. He reached for her wrists at that point, pulling them together in front of her. "Let's see." She started to squirm and struggle, and his grip was so completely perfect, his footing not shifting at all even as she fought with all her strength. When she stopped after a couple seconds, she couldn't help but pant in desire. "That gets you off?" He asked her, almost incredulous.

"Ah... goshujinsama, whenever you dominated me before, I knew I could stop you, now I know I can't," she explained, squirming in place. "You could just break my arms and legs, and ruin my life, stop me from doing what's right and turn me into a sex doll," she continued, her lust rising as she pretty much turned from conversation to dirty talk and grew ever more intense.

There was a second or two of Drake paying attention to something else, while the girl without a name just struggled fruitlessly against him. "Hop off me for a second, Ganko," Drake said, and Ganko immediately did so, hurriedly wrapping the girl without a name in a hug without even a moment's hesitation.

"Don't worry! Drake would never do anything like that! He's a nice person! You're safe with him!" Ganko was completely naked, of course, since she only wore a bit of armor for the Dungeon, and otherwise went naked for obvious reasons... that made the girl without a name squirm just a little harder, thinking about what that meant.

"I know," the girl without a name said. "I was just saying it because it's hot, Ganko! It gets me wet, thinking about that kind of thing, I love it so much, and goshujinsama does all kinds of things to me all the time, I really appreciate them!" Drake's cock bounced in the air at her words, or maybe her continued struggle, or maybe the scene of Ganko glomming onto the girl without a name. Either way, it looked so tempting.

"Oh! Sorry! Sometimes I don't get things like that," Ganko said, loosely releasing herself from the girl without a name.

"It's okay! It's good you said something, Ganko! It shows that you're a good person, just like goshujinsama."

"Actually..." Drake trailed off, looking at the girl without a name and Ganko with a predatory glint in his eyes, something that made the girl without a name shudder. For just a moment she thought he might actually do it, the back of her mind trying to come up with ways to escape. "If I did that. What I'd also do, is make Ganko attach to you." He looked at Ganko for a second, and the girl just stared at him guilelessly. "Ganko, attach to her."

"Oh!" Ganko disappeared from sight, but the girl without a name could just about feel her presence.

"Once Ganko was attached to you, Bitch, I'd order her to never stop filling your ears with debauched thoughts, about being turned into my onahole, how great it is, how you should consider yourself lucky," Drake said, licking his lips at the thought. He was so good at this! "How Ganko wishes she could be my onahole, but she can't, Bitch, and do you know why?"

"Ahn... no, goshujinsama," she said, even as she was dragged forward by the wrists, her naked body lightly impacting Drake's own, her breathing shallow. "Why, goshujinsama?"

"Because right now, her job is to train you." His cock slapped against her stomach threateningly. He dragged her to the bed, pushing her down on her back, grabbing her wrist and elbow in one hand. "Crack," he said. "That's one arm broken," he said, and the girl without a name shuddered. "Crack. Another arm. Crack. One leg. Crack. Another leg. Maybe I should move on to the fingers..." he said, sliding up to play with her fingers. He hadn't actually broken anything, but she could definitely play her part, imagining the delicious frisson of betrayal as her husband broke her body down to use it how he wished.

"Goshujinsama..." she breathed out. She didn't know what else to say. "Please..."

"Is Ganko doing her part?" Drake asked. The girl without a name shook her head after a moment. "Ganko. You have to keep telling Bitch about how she's getting turned into an onahole, how it's great, that stuff."

"Oh! Tell Drake I'm sorry," Ganko said. "I'll start now! You're getting turned into an onahole, Bitch!"

"She's sorry," the girl without a name said, as Drake considered her naked body, running one hand along her stomach, groping her tit roughly after a second. "Sorry she can't be like me, because she has to train this lowly bitch into what she's going to be." (That wasn't true, but it was sexy.)

Drake just chuckled at that. "There won't be that much training involved. Rei," he called out, basically to thin air, but obviously Rei would be riding at least one of their three senses. His other hand came down to just smack her cunt sharply, slapping her wet sex, sending a sharp mix of pleasure and pain right up through her spine, making her pant. "I'm going to be turning you into nothing but a living fuckdoll, Bitch," he told her, making her softly pant in desire at the thought. "All that crap about saving people's lives was a stupid waste of time, when you were pretty much born to be abused by a man like me," he continued, reaching into her mouth, teasing her teeth. "Mm. Teeth are unnecessary for what you're going to be doing. Should I pull them out to make your mouth into a more useful fuckhole?"

She moaned softly at that, sucking on his fingers gingerly, just staring at him in complete, uninhibited lust. Ganko spoke up again. "You don't need teeth, on account of you're going to be sucking Drake's dick a lot, and it'd be bad if you bite it! Plus, talking? That's definitely not necessary! I can do all the talking for you! The only thing you should say is, thanks for turning me into an onahole, got it, um, Bitch?" Ganko's boundless energy, and her slightly-awkward dirty talk, just made it even better for the girl without a name - it was like Drake was forcing her to say those things. Drake's fingers slid ever deeper into her mouth, and she teased them with her teeth - the difference in their levels did, in fact, make it so she definitely couldn't have bit down even if she wanted to.

There was a spark of erotic delight at that thought. Drake could just break her and turn her into a fucktoy. Then she wouldn't have any worries at all, no worries except how best to suck and lick his cock. Her tongue got active, her eyes smoldering with lust as she stared up at Drake, his cock bouncing in the air in obvious arousal as he groped her tit ever more roughly, yanking on it, playing with it. "Your tits are too small," he told her, giving her breast a sharp slap. "Terrible for titfucks. Even Ganko has a better pair than that. Soon Noriko will too." She nodded around his fingers, accepting his degrading note of her lack of value.

The door burst open at that point, Rei bounding in. "What is it?!" She demanded of Drake, kicking the door shut behind her. She was obviously out of breath with desire from what she'd picked up.

"I've decided that Bitch is going to live the rest of her life as a fucktoy. You mentioned making me a new onahole a while back," he explained, his fingertips sliding along her palate. "That's going to be Bitch. Make her tits obscene and smackable. Make her tongue long and orgasmic. Turn her into a sex toy."

"You hear that, Bitch? Rei's gonna make you Drake's fucktoy! Look, she even likes the thought! She's your soulmate, like how Drake's my soulmate, which makes it kinda sad that she's so willing to turn you into a sex toy! But I bet you think it's sexy, don't you?!" Ganko asked, and the girl without a name nodded around Drake's fingers, while Rei approached, audibly panting, her hands going to the girl without a name's tits, fingers sinking into them and pulling at them, like kneading dough, her breasts growing one cup size, then another, then another, getting bigger with each repetition, Rei's breath growing haggard and more aroused with each pump.

"Your tits are gonna be fucking huge!" Rei grinned down at her. "Even bigger than mine! You don't need to walk around, any more, on account of us all agreeing to break your limbs and turn you into an onahole! I could turn your limbs into just pure bone, totally unable to move on your own power," she noted, licking her lips, her expression manic. "Heck, I could take off everything past the elbow and knee, nice and clean, then you'd just be a fuckhole like that onahole we made together! Only you'd be conscious," she added, grinning ear to ear. "I'd remove your larynx, that way you couldn't talk - no, wait, um, I'd want to hear you tell me how sexy I am, and beg for mercy you don't get..."

At that, Drake popped his fingers out of the girl without a name's mouth. "You could make it, ahm, so I couldn't say anything but a few programmed phrases," she offered, horny as fuck herself. Rei grunted at that, intensifying her work making the girl without a name's tits balloon. They were by this point almost as big as Rei's, and she knew they were only going to get bigger.

"Nah, nah, I want your creativity, Bitch," Rei said, making a special note by spitting directly on the girl without a name's face, making her squirm in arousal. She wanted to feel Drake's cock inside her so bad right now. "I guess I'll just kick the shit out of you if you say anything I don't like, how about that?" The girl nodded rapidly, happy with the idea. "Yeah... fuck yeah," Rei panted out, reaching into the girl without a name's mouth, starting to tease her palate, her tongue, fingers brushing along gums and cheeks and making her moan as her pleasure rapidly spiked.

Drake, for his part, started groping her tits, and the girl without a name moaned into Rei's hands, her hypersensitive tits responding to the mauling she was getting with obscene levels of pleasure, her legs kicking on the bed. "Wow, you're even more sensitive than me!" Ganko said. "That's appropriate for an onahole, which is what you are, right?" The girl without a name nodded, her mouth too busy getting played with by Rei, Rei grabbing her tongue and starting to tug on it. Each tug seemed to make her tongue that little bit longer, inch by inch pulling it up and out of her mouth, until it was obscenely long, a full foot stretching out of her mouth. "Wow! That's a really long tongue, Bitch!" It was also really sensitive - Rei squeezing it was the thing that sent the girl without a name over the edge, making her jerk in blissful pleasure, bouncing around on the bed as an intensely powerful orgasm coursed through her.

"Dude," Rei panted out, turning to Drake. "I got her tongue long. Her titties are hypersensitive. We should fucking - you should fuck her tits and we should make out, she'd love it, the fucking onahole bitch," Rei said, licking her lips. "This is what she wants deep down inside, no reason to feel bad about it. Fuck, it ain't even deep down, is it?" She used her grip on the girl without a name's tongue to forcibly twist her head left and right, a moan escaping her throat.

"Sure. Let's do that, Rei," Drake said, and soon they were positioned exactly as Rei had described, Drake's cock in between her obscene tits, Rei's pussy slamming down on her face, forcing her to eat her out. Rei was obviously intensely aroused, as Drake leaned down into her, kissing her on the lips and making lots of wet messy noises.

The girl without a name slid her tongue up into Rei's sex, sliding along and rubbing every which way, doing her best to please her soulmate. She was fortunately joined by Ganko, who kept up her own obscene dirty talk as Drake roughly fucked her tits. "You're a fucktoy now! Maybe Rei will take off your hands and feet so you can't do anything but crawl around on the ground! You'd like that, right, Bitch?" The girl without a name moaned and nodded, as Drake's work in her tits got rougher and more intense.

She could feel another powerful orgasm approaching quite quickly, and it hit her like a freight train, wiping away her thoughts as she shuddered and jerked on the bed, white-hot pleasure flooding her brain as she was used by the two people she loved most in the world, the pair treating her with nothing but contempt as they roughly abused her body, as they paid her no mind whatsoever, continuing a sloppy, long, makeout session, Drake's hands on Rei's tits, while Rei took over the job of mushing her tits together around his cock, the pair squirming and thumping together.

"You're getting completely used! And you can't do anything about it!" Ganko offered. "This is what everybody wants! You want it, Rei wants it, Drake wants it, and since Drake wants it, I want it too!" Ganko declared, her voice full of that same intoxicatingly arousing manic energy, as Drake fucked her tits nice and hard, his hips slamming into the obscene, plump things, her whole body remaining largely inert as she sank ever deeper into the obscene farce that they were all creating around her.

She felt as Drake brushed one finger along her sternum, plucking that invisible red string of fate, the one that led straight from her heart all the way down to her wet cunt, pulling up on it. She shivered in anticipation as she got her tits roughly abused in that position, Drake returning all his loving attention to Rei, pretending like she didn't matter at all - and another orgasm hit her, like a railroad spike of pleasure jammed directly into her brain. It didn't take long for another orgasm to hit her after that, and another, Rei moaning happily into Drake's mouth as she came, still paying her no mind, just roughly smacking and squeezing and slapping her tits, while Drake kept on kissing and making out with her. The girl without a name could just get smothered underneath Rei's wet pussy, for all that pair cared.

Ganko did her best to help out with dirty talk, too. She wasn't as dirty or mean about it as the girl without a name might have wanted, but in a way, that was even better - it gave it that unique flavor, that implication that in this imaginary scenario, Ganko only barely understood what was happening, that she was oblivious of the sheer depths to which Drake was mistreating her. "You're a fucktoy now!" "This is your life now!" "You're gonna be an onahole that Drake uses to jerk off with!" "You have big fat tits but they're not for feeding babies, they're for getting fucked!" "Oh, you can't be allowed to see a child any more, because they'd be confused by why there's a living fuckdoll!"

When the power of Celestial Bliss Trick hit her, it was like having a hammer taken to her skull, the hard bone turned into shrapnel, shattered and slammed into the pink goop that was her brain, pleasure washing away all thoughts as her personality was smeared against the mattress beneath Rei. Only pleasure existed now, the distant sound of Ganko's words irrelevant, the reality of her relationship to Drake and Rei irrelevant, the only truth being that she was a fucktoy that existed to get used. She couldn't have stood up even if she wanted to, at that point - she was pinned, her body twitching in place, every brush of skin against blanket and sheet beneath her only intensifying her pleasure, hot breaths spilling out of her mouth as she did her best to eat out Rei all the while, her tongue moving around insensibly.

Rei broke off the kiss at some point, just to complain about how her cunnilingus had turned to shit. Drake said, "What do you expect? She's an onahole, she's only good for passive use." Then he kissed Rei again, more fiercely this time, his hips pounding at the girl without a name's fat tits, making her come and come and come, every thought getting smacked right out of her head. It was like the liminal state between consciousness and sleep, except instead of half-hallucinated random thoughts, it was pleasure that stole away the coherence of her mind. Should Drake-? Pleasure. Should she-? Pleasure. What is-? Pleasure. What was Ganko-? Pleasure. Pleasure pleasure pleasure.

Her brain melted out through her cunt from the sheer, unadulterated bliss.

She'd never been so happy. She almost wished it was real.

* * *

The first time Orario had crested over the horizon, Jahanara had assumed it was smaller than it really was. Only now, as it began to resolve in her vision, did her gaze truly fall upon it as she recognized its sheer scope and majesty. The "Tower of Babel" stretched so far up as to be in itself a representation of divinity, stretching towards the clouds, seeming like a needle thrust through the firmament itself. Her mother had told her that the Tower of Babel was the way the gods had first poked through to unveil the stars, and seeing it with her own eyes, she could understand why.

How massive was the city? It seemed to grow larger endlessly as they approached, each footfall of their camels beneath them seeming not to bring them closer, but to make Orario larger. How tall were the walls themselves, which became visibly different from mere cliffs only well after their approach began? It was like nothing she had ever seen before. The gods were truly great, to create such a majestic city.

Her thoughts were stolen away from Drake for a time, as she simply stared at the vast structure, contemplated it, and the universe, and the gods. When she raised her hand, holding out her pinky to block out the tower that stretched up to heaven, she did not feel like a giant - she felt very, very small.

Once they arrived, though, the vast walls towering over her, taller than any building she had ever seen (excepting, she supposed, the Tower of Babel itself), she was flabbergasted to see merchants coming and going, travellers stamping papers and discussing news, as if what they stood before was just another building, just another city, and not the place the gods themselves resided. She drew her camel that little bit closer to Drake - she knew, by this time, that he was not the strongest of the company, but he was the one that she trusted most.

They got off their camels, made their way into the city, headed towards the goddess Loki's own home, a great castle as if out of a fairy tale. She felt as though she were sleepwalking. Perhaps she had died of heat stroke, back on that slave gallery, and all this was just a fantasy... that made more sense than the reality, which was that a brave, handsome, warrior-poet, a god-blessed warrior of the fourth rank, whose strength was known by reputation throughout the city at the center of the world... only the presence of the other slaves, left outside to await Loki's arrival, offered any suggestion otherwise. Even they fell away, too.

The goddess Loki was... not quite what she had expected. A slender, androgynous figure, with thin eyes and red hair, grinning as she looked Jahanara up and down. "Helloooo beautiful," she said, sliding one arm companionably around Jahanara, treating her with a casual grace. "We're having a bit of trouble right now, but turn your frown upside down, because you are getting to join my familia right now!"

"Ah, you grace me with your kindness, goddess," Jahnara said, nodding along with what Loki said.

"Indeed I do!" Drake followed with her, which Jahanara did not question, because Loki did not question it. The goddess's office itself was small, but Jahanara could only attribute that to her humility. Surely the goddess of a man like Drake would also be a being of virtue. "Now, let's get you out of that stuffy abaya! I gotta see your bare back to give you a falna, after all."

"Ah, my apologies, goddess," Jahanara said, pulling her abaya up and off, revealing the simple undergarments she wore - she pulled away the loose under top, and then the brassiere containing her breasts, Loki's gaze naturally falling on her full breasts. "My apologies if they distract."

"Distract?! Distract!" Loki looked at Drake. "Distracting tits are the best kind, Jahanara," she said, sidling up to Jahanara. She even knew her name, despite Jahanara having forgotten to tell her it. The powers of the gods were truly great. "I wish I had distracting tits, but Rei refuses to increase their size." She gave Drake a pout.

"You just have to eat her out to get her to up their size, I'm sure." Jahanara felt her eyes widen with the sheer casualness with which Drake spoke to his goddess! They must have been close!

"No! Never!" Loki said, shaking her head with desperate energy. Of course a goddess would not lower herself to that level. If she even touched a mortal, surely it would be the mortal worshiping her body, not the other way around. "Anyway, Jahanara, you can sit down on the bed, let me get behind you and give you a falna," she said.

"Please, ask," Drake said, his voice soft as Jahanara settled into position.

"Did I do it to Haruhime? Pfuh," Loki said, getting on the bed behind Jahanara. There was a single droplet of something that touched her back, and she couldn't help but gasp as what she knew to be divine ichor touched her bare skin, gracing her with that holy presence. "There, see? I didn't grope her at all! Because I'm nice to poor traumatized former slaves! You really think so little of me..." She paused for just a second. "Hey, Jahanara, can I touch your tits?"

Jahanara felt all the heat and blood rush to her cheeks. "Y-yes, my goddess," she managed to stammer out, and Loki's fingers slipped around, sinking into her tits, the goddess in question letting out a sigh of satisfaction. She was glad the goddess found her so attractive, but also, she did find it strange - surely a goddess was not so shallow as that? Yes. Loki must have heard something of her character, or seen it, and this touch was just... a response to that. She had heard of gods and mortals having such relations, but she imagined the mortals to be more like Drake than like herself... she supposed she also never imagined someone like Drake might be interested in someone like herself.

"Oh, these are some nice sweater puppies," Loki said, fingers playing with her breasts, hefting them up and down, bouncing them in place.

"Really, Loki?"

"Really!" Loki declared, full of pride. Jahanara just patiently waited for Loki to finish her teasing. "Ah... you can go now," she said, pulling her hands away from Jahanara's breasts.

"Thank you, goddess. I will always remember the time your divine hands graced my body."

"Ohhh, she's that kinda girl," Loki said, pushing her tongue against her cheek. "Spend some time with the other girls in Drake's harem! You aren't married to him yet, right?"

"Y-yet? I-I would be honored if Drake considered me worthy of marrying..." Jahanara said, not daring to so much as look at Drake to see what his reaction would be. "B-but I am just a common tribal girl, taken as a slave to be sold and used. He is a hero, a great warrior, a poet, a savior - I don't deserve such kindness."

"Yeah, well, he's also married to that gremlin Rei, so don't worry, his taste is god-awful."

"I seem to remember you constantly struggling to grope Rei," Drake countered, speaking with the casual familiarity of a married man might to his wife. Jahanara's cheeks grew hot again. Of course! They were lovers! That is why Loki was so interested in her breasts, not her personal character. She had heard of husbands and wives who took other women (or men, more rarely) into their bedrooms to share between them. If that was all Drake wished of her, then she would gladly submit to it. It was the smallest of ways she could hope to repay his kindness.

"Did I say my taste wasn't god awful?" Loki countered. "Hey. Jahanara. Put on a top. Go out. Find, uh, Kori and Erza, go clothes shopping, get yourself some nice stuff. Heck, consider it my treat!" She muttered for a moment. "I'm gonna have to pay restitution for that anyway," she added, shooting Drake a quick glare. Drake just gave her a shrug.

"I shall do my best, my goddess," Jahanara said.

* * *

Erza carefully considered the dresses on offer in the shop, her gaze bouncing between them one by one. Jahanara had wanted to buy something 'pretty,' so she had to pick out something good for her fellow co-lover (and hopefully, future co-wife! She could hardly imagine Drake wouldn't marry her, he wanted to marry every girl he had sex with). She looked again at Jahanara, who fidgeted quietly. Koriand'r was glancing through the dresses on her own, trying to pick out one for herself, but she seemed displeased by them for some reason.

Color was always important in a dress. For Jahanara, with her darker skin tone, cool undertone, and dark hair, something in the green-to-purple region would likely look best on her. Pink? A deep blue? A rich purple? Certainly not a yellow or orange! "How much skin would you like your dress to cover?" She asked Jahanara.

"Ah!" Jahanara seemed surprised to be even asked a question, just jumping in place. "I- how much skin does Drake like?"

Erza thought about that question for the first time, crossing her arms in contemplation. Had she really picked her dresses without even considering what sort of clothing her husband preferred? She always picked something that flattered her figure, and Drake always liked it! But she had to think about it. He liked Cass's choice of clothes too, and Cass wore a great deal of clothing, covering most of her body, often not even revealing her figure properly. He also liked the Prettiest Princess's, and the Prettiest Princess had an eclectic sense of style, but liked to reveal a good (yet tasteful!) amount of skin... no, no matter how she looked at it, she couldn't see a consistent pattern. He liked Loki's sense of style, and the woman hardly wore anything! "I think he simply would like you to wear whatever you are most comfortable with," she said, at last. "Though I'm not sure... we could go back and ask."

"Why do these clothes all cover so much skin?" Koriand'r asked, looking at Erza curiously. She was holding out what was probably the most revealing dress there, which snaked around to reveal the stomach and the back both, then flowed out, containing the legs in a long skirt with a side slit to allow mobility more than to reveal the leg. It was quite pleasant, though maybe a tad risque by Erza's standards. "I don't understand it. There are so many options, but hardly any cover as little skin as I'd like."

If it wasn't to Kori's taste, then it wasn't to her taste. "Then perhaps we will have to go to another shop for you, Kori. Ah!" She snapped her fingers. "Koriand'r, do you know what sort of clothing Drake prefers?"

Kori hummed at the question, putting the dress back where she had picked it out. "I don't think he thinks about it at all," she said, at last.

"Yes, that is common among men," Erza agreed, humming along. "There is your answer, Jahanara. These clothes are picked for your sake, not Drake's!"

Jahanara seemed to seriously consider it. "Back among my tribe, I wore the abaya, as was common... but he first saw me wearing that outfit at the market, which was very revealing... but he didn't seem annoyed by my wearing an abaya on the trip back..." She fidgeted in place as she contemplated it carefully, trying her best. "I'm sorry, I am wasting your time," she said.

"Not at all!" Erza gently patted Jahanara's shoulder. "I'm happy to get to know you! Many of Drake's wives aren't too interested in fashion. I think it is myself, Kori, the Prettiest Princess, and Haruhime who are interested in it. It is nice to be able to discuss clothing choices with another one of Drake's lovers." She hummed, thinking over the contradictory two statements that Jahanara had given. On the one hand, she liked it when Drake looked at her in a skimpy outfit - indeed, the clothes she had worn on that sales platform were skimpier than anything here! - but on the other hand, she was accustomed to wearing more loose fitting, comfortable clothes. "I know! We'll just buy you both," she decided, grinning at Jahanara. She looked about for a moment, then quickly found a lovely, deep blue dress that would cover from collarbone to ankle. It was loose fitting. "I think this would look good on you!" She explained, holding out the dress to Jahanara, who took it with a gentle smile. "Would you like it?"

"I would. Thank you, for your unbelievable grace and kindness to me. I know as Drake's wife, you no doubt must deal with the struggles of him having so many other lovers..."

"Not at all!" Erza said, shaking her head. "I love having so many friends, and I hope you will become one as well!"

"Yes," Koriand'r added, stepping in at that point to simply wrap Jahanara in a gentle hug - Erza responded by wrapping both other girls in a hug, though she was careful not to be too tight with it. "Ah... let's go shopping for skimpier clothes next," she said, which made Erza release her.

"Yes! We'll get something sexy to wear for Drake, which I'm sure he'll enjoy," Erza said. "Try on that dress, Jahanara," she added quickly, and Jahanara dashed into the changing room to get changed at that point, treating Erza's words with far more urgency than she had meant to.

"She is shy," Koriand'r said, her voice soft and quiet - perhaps she didn't want Jahanara to overhear? "No - I think she feels inadequate."

"Adequacy isn't the point of romance," Erza replied. The point of romance was the pulse-pounding closeness and intimacy of it!

"No," Koriand'r agreed. "But does that change her feelings?" Erza supposed not.

Jahanara stepped out of the changing room at that point, wearing the loose clothes with a bashful smile on her lips. "Does it look alright?" She asked.

"You look beautiful," Erza reassured her. "Come! Let's buy it, and then go shopping for some sexier clothes! I'm sure Drake will love to see you in them!" Jahanara blushed at that, but nodded along, following Erza's lead.

* * *

Orario was huge. The young, white-haired would-be adventurer could only stare up at it, in awe of its scope. Grandpa hadn't even gotten it half right! It was way bigger than he said! The walls were insanely tall, and there were so many people, and they were all so different looking. Some had ears on their heads, some had horns, some were very short, some were really tall, it was all breathtaking, the quiet movement of bodies inexorably pushing one ever forward, towards the gate guards.

A dark-skinned woman - was she an Amazon, or from one of those Eastern countries? - looked down her nose, and a wet swallow filled the youth's throat. This was a real adventurer. She was probably at least a Level Two! She could wipe the floor with any puny village child! "Name?"

"Cr-Cranel," came a croak.

"First or last?"

"A-ah, last, my first name is Bella," the girl said. "Bella Cranel. Is my full name. Together."

"Got it. Reason for entry?" The woman looked her over. "Family visit?" She suggested.

"O-oh, I want to join a familia!" Grandpa had told her about the amazing things that adventurers did - and she wanted to be part of those adventures! Not the skeezy harem stuff, though, but that was just grandpa being grandpa. There was no way that kind of thing really happened. He was just a horny old man.

"I see," the woman replied. "Any special skills?"

"U-um?" She squeaked.

"Any special skills? As part of the city function, we refer would-be adventurers to familias if they have any particular skills of note. For example, if you know blacksmithing, we could refer you to a familia such as Goibniu or Hephaistos. If you have previous adventuring experience, we might refer you to one of the stronger familias. If you're a mage..."

"O-oh... no... I mean, I practiced with some knives!"

"Have you ever fought a monster before, kid?" Bella swallowed. She had, once - a goblin, when she was younger. It had almost killed her, when her grandpa stepped in. The guardswoman let out a sigh. "You're welcome to try to get into a familia, but without any relevant skills, you're probably wasting your time. This is Orario. Girls like you are a dime a dozen."

"Well, I'm going to try anyway!" She wasn't going to let this woman scare her off.

The woman let out a huff. "Right. Bella Cranel. Business, attempting to join a familia. Relevant skills, none. Is that correct?"

"Yes."

"Go on through, then," the woman said with a wave. Bella quickly moved on. "Next!"

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