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Cass stared out over Daedalus Street, a frown on her face, obscured behind the wooden mask she wore. She didn't know what to do. Drake had said 'she had done everything she could.' But it hadn't been good enough.

When Valletta had sent soldiers out at random, simply trying to murder anyone in sight, Cass had tried desperately to deal with the chaos, to take them down. Many of them blew themselves up when she tried to restrain them, or break their limbs, or anything like that... and they ran around just killing. And killing.

She didn't like killing. She didn't like it at all.

When she thought about the men in question, the ones who had vanished underneath her gauntleted hand in a burst of explosive force, she felt... bad. Guilty. Res-spons-able. It was almost like she had killed them.

Drake said it wasn't her fault. Maybe he was even right. But...

"Hello!" Cass whipped around to face the voice - it was a softly smiling Syr. Cass let out a sigh as she saw Syr. Syr wanted to make her feel better. But...

She didn't want to feel better. She turned away from Syr, looking out over Daedalus Street. Syr let out a noise of distaste at that, creeping up on Cass and wrapping her in a hug, her arms making sure to stay below the breasts, just wrapping around her belly.

"It's not your fault, Cass," Syr said.

"I... know," Cass said.

Syr let out a hum at that. "Wallowing doesn't accomplish anything." She didn't recognize the word 'wallowing,' but she could tell what it meant, by context, by Syr's body language. It meant what she was doing right now. "You should do something good!"

"...like?" Cass asked. She was here in Daedalus Street partly to hope just for the chance to do something good. But the people down below... they were on their best behavior. They were helping one another. Recovering from what had happened. They were too busy with that to hurt one another. It should have made Cass feel better. The fact that it didn't made her feel even worse.

"Hmm." Syr just hummed thoughtfully. "We could go to Liaod Town again!" Syr suggested, all bright smiles and easy kindness as she spoke.

"That's... far," Cass said. Plus, who would take them this time?

"True," Syr said, poking her own cheek. "Gosh, you're just too nice, Cass," she said, leaning in to kiss Cass on the cheek, a show of her sincere affection. "What happened is all Valletta's fault! It's Evilus! Not you! You're too sweet and nice to ever do anything like that! I know that. You know that too, don't you?"

Cass stared down at her hands again. She had... killed someone, once. Now she had done it again. When she was trying to save people, she had... she hadn't tried as hard as she could have, to save even the bombers. She had focused on stopping them, even knowing... knowing what would happen to them. She shook her head quietly. "I'm... not. You don't... know me."

"I'd like to know you," Syr said, her voice soft. Her fingers trailed gingerly along Cass's cheek. "Come on. Look at me, Cass. You can't see my heart unless you look at me."

Cass hesitated, then extricated herself from Syr's hug, before sitting back down across from her. She could see what Syr was thinking, written in her body language. That it hurt her to see Cass hurting. But it hurt Drake too. It hurt everybody who cared about her. But she still hurt. Syr wanted her to feel better, but why should she feel better?

"You did the best you could." Drake had said that too. Syr sighed, puffing up her cheeks, poking Cass right on the nose. "Cass. You're a good person! You're the nicest, sweetest, most earnest, honest, good-hearted person I've ever met!" She meant every word. "And I have met a lot of people," she said, reaching out for Cass, taking her hand in hers. "And I'm a great judge of character, too!"

Cass just quietly stared at Syr. She meant every word. There was that old familiar sense there, right now, that she wasn't just talking to Syr - she was also talking to Freya. A goddess who could see souls, saying she was the greatest person she'd ever met.

It didn't change anything.

"Okay," Cass said, her voice soft. Syr bonked her on the head, but it was pointless - her falna wasn't working, or wasn't present, and Cass was Level Five anyway.

Syr considered, for just a moment, doing something bad - Cass couldn't tell quite what, before Syr stifled those feelings and thoughts all over again, feeling sorry for even having had them. "I'll find something good for you to do," she said, standing up and dusting off her legs. "Alright? Then you'll have something to do with your time other than brood!"

Cass just nodded, and turned back to watching Daedalus Street. She heard Syr huff behind her, but she did leave her in peace, to get back to 'wallowing'.

* * *

Finn didn't inquire into the cause for Rei's most recent Level. He understood well enough without being told. The fact that her 'soulmate,' Xulia Xacobi, had come out of the Dungeon, half-naked and with Phryne's supporter... Phryne herself, having been 'eaten by an Amphisbaena'... it did not require a genius to figure it out. Most likely, other parties were able to guess at much the same.

Rei had killed Phryne in the Dungeon, as much-delayed revenge for Phryne's earlier attack that had resulted in one of her copies' death. Ordinarily, he might have contemplated some sort of punishment for that sort of behavior, given the risk of reprisals and counter-reprisals - but Phryne had no familia, and no friends. There would be no one to avenge her now that she was gone.

Loki's brief meeting with the Ikelos familia, her words of warning... it did appear to have an impact. Otherwise Valletta would not have become as enraged at Rei as she did. Combined with Valletta's death at Bete's hands, Evilus was likely significantly weakened - but he doubted the danger had passed. Rei had mentioned the possibility, earlier, of particularly large and powerful creatures under their command, and of course there was the known threat of the 'Violas,' cannibalistic monsters which would increase in power if left alone.

Waiting ceded the initiative to the enemy, but at the same time, the enemy was no doubt holding out inside an intensely well-defended territory. What they needed was to force the enemy to make another attack: they'd already lost one of their strongest pieces in the form of Valletta.

The Knossos entrances in Daedalus Street were the key. Physically guarding them would spread their numbers too thin, likely leading to a defeat in detail. The entire battle plan of Evilus was about dividing and conquering in the first place, breaking them up and taking advantage of the willingness of their men to die suicidally...

No, they would have to prevent access some other way. His first thought was simply to block them - get heavy rocks or the like and cover the doors that way. It would work, perhaps, but ultimately it would just be a stalling tactic. The Evilus familia would worm their way out sooner or later, and it was always possible that the Loki familia didn't know of all the Knossos doors. His second thought was to try to trap them. Evilus had used explosives with impunity during the chase after Valletta... why not do the same? Place bombs at the doors and when they tried to leave, they died. It would kill some of them, most likely, but the doors would remain.

Hrm. This was always the most annoying part of war. Every plan came with its own weaknesses, its own counter-counters, and even as he patched them up he only saw more leaks.

What tools did they have to better take the fight to Evilus? Simply blindly moving in, in force, would trigger all the various traps that Evilus had set up, and from what he understood, that would likely carry lethal results. Moving in from the "wrong" direction - coming in from Rivira - might help, but he was dubious on that. Knossos itself would be an unmapped corkscrew no matter which way they came from.

Could they get a traitor, perhaps? Loki had managed to track down Ikelos, and her threats had apparently driven Valletta out of hiding... no, the descendants of Daedalus labored under a curse that compelled their behavior. It was unlikely they even could betray one another. Thanatos was similarly good at maintaining the loyalty of his people, promising them being reunited with their loved ones in their next life...

He needed more information before he could come up with an effective plan. He decided to seek out Rei for her input on the matter.

* * *

"Yeah, uh, Bitch - Black Agony, could do it," Rei said, after Finn explained his thoughts. He quirked one eyebrow at her. "She's got an invisibility trick, see, and it's GOATed."

"Goated?" Finn asked.

"Yeah. Greatest of All Time'd." Rei's face scrunched up slightly as she finished the words and realized the nonsense of 'Time'd'. "It hides sound, sight, smell, everything. She can whisper to you if she wants but otherwise she's vapor."

"Impressive, if true. Can I see?" He asked, tilting his head around to look for Julia.

"Yeah, yeah, hang on," Rei said. "I'll find her. Ugh. She's spending extra time in Daedalus Street on account of, y'know, the bad shit that happened down there." Finn nodded. "Back in a flash." She then transformed into a bird and took off.

* * *

"Ah! I can turn invisible, yes, Finn-sama," Xulia said, smiling brightly as she spoke. "But I have noticed higher Level adventurers notice something off, at least when I move around!"

Finn nodded. He had expected something to that effect. "You are Level Three now, so perhaps it's strong enough to work?" He suggested. "Go ahead and show me."

"Alright," Xulia replied, with a nod, and then her body just seemed to sink into the background. It was like an evaporation, or blur, an effect that smeared her body away, leaving nothing at all visible. Something about it vaguely reminded him of that curious trick with the 'blind spot' that Rei had once shown him: draw two symbols on a piece of paper, close one eye, and move the paper close enough. At a certain point, one of the symbols disappears into the paper itself. He turned his gaze to the floor for a moment, hoping vaguely to catch some sign of her footsteps - then he remembered that she could step on air. He shifted from side to side, changing which sense he focused on. Closed his eyes to listen. Drank in deep breaths through his nose.

Even knowing she was present - he couldn't locate her at all. "Are you moving?" He asked.

"Yes, Finn-sama," came Xulia's whisper from right in his ear, making him jerk in surprise. He had thought she was walking from side to side, but apparently she was capable of walking right up to him, unnoticed. "I take it that it worked, then?"

"Yes," Finn replied, and Xulia melted back into existence, squatting right next to him, her brilliant blue eyes staring at him. He felt vaguely uncomfortable under her gaze. Something about it was... well, to be frank, it suggested she was attracted to him. He wasn't interested in a married woman, or a non-pallum woman, but there was a carnal element to her gaze that was surprisingly intense. He did know that she was quite libidinous, from Rei's ceaseless chatter... "Could you please stop looking at me like that?"

"Ah! Sorry," Xulia said, stepping back quickly. "You're just so cute! Evershota is such a fun concept, but goshujinsama is a big tall strapping man, you know?" Xulia said.

"Yes, I can imagine," Finn replied evenly. He had become accustomed to random sex talk from Rei, so he had little difficulty adjusting to Xulia. "In any case, with your talent at stealth, you are best suited for analyzing Evilus's movements in Knossos. Under no circumstances are you to confront them, and if there's any sign that they can detect you, you are to immediately return and give me what information you can."

"Understood, Finn-sama!" She said, snapping a salute, then vanishing.

Rei let out a sigh as she disappeared. Finn did not inquire, because he knew- "She's not gonna be eating my pussy again for a while."

Yes. That's what he knew. He just nodded calmly.

* * *

Rei #4 was on a serious mission. It was just as serious as her mission to get her moms to fuck her the first time. Arguably, even more serious. "Hey, Ellie," she said, smiling as her mother returned home, bags of groceries under each arm.

"Oh, Rei! It's good to see you again," she said, smiling.

"Yeah, I bet it gets pretty lonely around here, whenever Alex isn't around. What do you do all day?" She already knew, on account of spying on Chanelle, but she wanted to hear Chanelle say it.

"Oh, it's not that bad," Chanelle replied, with a dismissive wave of one hand. "I mean, yes, it is a bit lonely, but there's books, and the newspaper, and I do know a few people from the Apollo familia I can talk to," she said, in the tone of voice of a woman who most definitely was bothered by spending hours alone.

"I guess it's different now that I'm out of the house," Rei #4 said, making Chanelle's brow furrow. "I mean, back when I lived here, there was always me around when Alex wasn't. And when I wasn't around, you two could enjoy your retirement together."

Chanelle tilted her head in thought. "I suppose I am more lonely, now that you're out of the house, sweetie. It's nice you come and visit, though!"

Rei #4 could totally come and visit any time, obviously. She could just split off a clone to make sure Chanelle was never lonely again. But there were even better ideas than that. "Hey, I love you, mom," she said, using the word on purpose. "But I was thinking, you know - what about having a kid of your own? I kinda took that from you guys, since you spent all that time raising me."


"Oh, you didn't take anything from us, sweetie," Chanelle said, her smile sincere, her hand gently patting Rei #4's head.

"Yeah, but... I kinda wish I'd gotten a little brother or sister, you know? Plus, it'd give you somebody else to while away the day with, and I could help out, especially with these puppies," she said, hefting her tits up, making her mom laugh.

"Oh, dear, that's such a sweet thought. I might have liked to have more children, but life just didn't quite work out that way, and I love you more than enough. Don't feel bad."

"I don't, but I mean - you could get started now."

"Now?"

"Yeah! You and Alex can still live out your retirement together, just with another kid, you know?"

"Dear - there isn't really a child just waiting for us to adopt them."

"Yeah. I know that since you and Alex are both women, you can't really just have a kid, but... wait." She pretended that the thought had just occurred to her. "It's kinda a crazy thought, so just sit on it, but - what if Drake knocked you up?" Chanelle's brow furrowed. "I mean, we already do the wife swap stuff, so it's not out there, and Drake's, like, awesome and cool."

"That is... quite the suggestion, Rei," Chanelle said.

"Just think about it, alright?" Chanelle smiled and nodded. "Hey. Mom. Wanna get your pussy eaten?" Chanelle let out a pleasant laugh at that - and did, in fact, let Rei #4 drag her over to the bedroom. Everything was going according to plan. Rei would reinforce the idea of how great it'd be for Chanelle if she let Drake knock her up after she got done eating that pussy.

* * *

Erza smiled at her co-wife Setsuko. She knew a wide variety of dishes which Erza had never learned of, thanks to her long life and time spent as a housewife, as well as her foreign heritage. The 'oyakodon' dish seemed quite fascinating in particular, though it seemed to be somewhat taboo for some reason - Setsuko would blush whenever Erza mentioned its name! In any case, the combination of chicken and egg in a rice bowl was surprisingly delicious, and she would have gladly served it to Drake, if it hadn't been for the fact that he was a vegetarian!

Still, there were plenty of dishes that Drake might enjoy, and she discussed them with Setsuko in detail. The older woman was unduly modest, holding out that she really didn't know that much about cooking even as she could explain how to make meals that Erza had never heard of, much less knew how to make!

"Setsuko, you are a truly amazing cook," Erza said. "There is no reason to be so modest!"

Setsuko blushed lightly at that. "Oh, you're just saying that."

"I can assure you, I am not," Erza said, taking Setsuko's hands in hers, staring into Setsuko's eyes with sharp solemnity, wanting to make it clear to her that she meant every last word. "Drake loves you for a reason, Setsuko - do not count yourself short!"

"Thank you," Setsuko said, in that familiar, melancholy way she so often responded to compliments.

Erza could only inwardly curse Goro - she knew it was he who had given Setsuko these self esteem issues, which even now she still struggled with! "Setsuko." She knew what was always good at helping out a friend and co-wife - sex with Drake! It was particularly true of Setsuko, given the way the sweet woman's self esteem issues were heavily tied into her own feelings that her breasts were 'too large'! While there were men who preferred smaller breasts, Erza knew perfectly well that any woman, no matter how busty or flat, could be beautiful! She knew that Drake held that position too, and she needed to reassure Setsuko as to exactly that! "There is a sexual fantasy of Drake's which I think you and I are particularly well-suited to enact," she explained to Setsuko.

"O-oh? What is it?"

* * *

The body that normally spent its time with Setsuko was currently browsing through the wares at the Tower of Babel. Every time you Leveled up, the appropriate equipment just got obscenely more expensive, particularly when you took into account that all I wanted was some sharp throwing knives. Few people could work the sort of materials that were meant for Level Fours, and those materials themselves were expensive - which meant the price was jaw-dropping. I did have money, even enough to buy a good number of knives, but I really, really didn't want to blow the huge amount of money on knives.

I contemplated something that I'd been thinking about, off and on, for quite some time now - getting into the art of smithing. It would be a new skill to pick up, but the Chosen of Venus were particularly good at creative affairs, which included both arts and crafts. Given the obscene prices for simple knives - well, I decided I might as well get started. Even if I wound up buying new knives anyway, I could probably at least make them last that little bit longer, repair them, and maybe even - by the time they wore out - replace them. The skill would be useful.

Unfortunately, I had no real idea how to get started. Obviously I could pay some smith to help me learn the basics, but I had no idea who that would be... and of course, there was the possibility that smithing was viewed more through the medieval 'labor cartel' lens than a more modern 'anybody who wants to work in a field, should be allowed to' lens.

As I stared blankly into the middle distance, I was interrupted by a female voice. "Something catch your interest?" I turned to look, and there was Hephaistos. "Maskard makes good knives, though those ones in particular are display pieces," she explained. "They look better than they cut. At your Level, anything you want will have to be custom made - a smith can't spend the money on a sword that nobody will ever buy, you know?"

"I was actually thinking that I wanted to get into smithing, and zoned out as I tried to figure out how to," I told her. Her eyebrows rose at that comment. "Something the matter?"

"No. I just thought that you were acting like a braggart, back when we discussed the matter before." She hummed softly, turning her gaze away from the weapons, and me, looking out around the bazaar as if trying to hunt someone down. Eventually, she shrugged. "Tell you what," she said. "Let me see how you handle yourself around a forge, personally."

It was my turn to be surprised - she was the goddess of the forge, after all. "Thank you," I said, with a small bow of my head, which made her wear this genuine, cute little smile for just a moment.

"I'm only trying to get a feel for your skills, so I can recommend you a teacher," she said.

"I assumed as much. Thank you, Hephaistos. You are truly kind." She wore a pink blush for just a second before clearing her throat.

"Come on, then," she said, finger waving me to follow her, and I did exactly that.

* * *

"Now rotate it," Hephaistos said, and I turned the metal bar in my hand, guessing at a ninety degree turn despite Hephaistos not mentioning as much. "Strike again. Rotate again," she told me, and I repeated the process, again and again as she watched. When I had struck it eight times, I stopped, thinking that it was at about the right thickness. "Stop," she said, then realized after a moment that I had stopped already. "Now do it again, on the opposite side," she ordered, and I did it as commanded, repeating the process a second time.

At that point, the long, orange-hot metal now had two tapered ends. "Make a mark in the center, and one on either side." That I did as well, and I even guessed at the next step, placing the object back in the forge. "You do have good instincts," she said, as she saw me do that. "I guess you weren't all talk."

"Sorry if I came off that way," I told her. She didn't respond too much to that, just continuing to guide me through the process, twisting the metal, eventually proceeding to curve it into an oblate crescent. A handmade bracelet.

She took it from me, idly toying with it for a few seconds, then handed it back. "You do have a natural talent. It's a simple item, though. Let's move on to something a bit more complicated." As I went back to work in the forge, following (and anticipating) her orders, I couldn't help but notice that the heat was starting to affect her. It didn't matter to me, but a god's physical body wasn't much better than a normal human's, so sweat gently trickled along her features, her neck, and, yes, right down into her cleavage. I tried not to look too much, but she was quite beautiful, and quite busty too, and didn't do her shirt up all the way, so I caught myself catching peeks. (I just attributed her light choice of attire to the heat.)

She didn't seem to mind at all, though. We finished making my first horseshoe, and a hammer head, and she looked and poked at them once they were cool. "This is very impressive. Is this really your first time smithing?"

"Yes, ma'am," I told her.

"Hm." She took the horseshoe in one hand, idly spinning it around on her finger. "I'll take you under my wing as an apprentice," she said, at last, her expression serious. "Don't think I'll go easy on you," she added.

I had no idea why I would think that. "Thank you very much, Hephaistos, but you do remember that I'm in Loki's familia, right?" I didn't want a momentary pique of interest to be overridden by her good sense later on.

"I do, but-" Hephaistos popped her lips. "I can do what I want. Tell that pervert that she can come complain in person if she wants to."

"I really doubt she'll complain," I told Hephaistos. She'd probably just perv out over the idea of me and Hephaistos getting sweaty in the forge. Maybe even make me do something stupid, like naked apron forging. "My concern is more, well - I'd anticipated paying for the lessons."

She let out a small laugh at that, staring right into my eyes for a moment. She glanced out at the door, then gestured for me to come close to her - I dutifully did so. I had a full ten inches on her, so my chin could have perched just atop her head. "Eye level," she added, and I had to squat a bit. "As payment, look me in the eyes," she told me.

"In the... oh," I said. Now it was my turn to feel a heat come to my cheeks. That was very obviously an intimate request of some importance to her, and I gently reached out for her eyepatch. She didn't flinch, but she did freeze, ready for the worst, as I slowly lifted the eyepatch up, once more revealing that vivid blue eye, the one that led straight to Hell. Once more, I Ducked Fate to avoid the intense impact the image should have had on me. "Is that all?" I asked her.

She bit her lip, her own gaze descending from mine, down towards my chest, before they flicked back up to me. "It really doesn't bother you?"

"Like I said last time - I know who you are. Nothing about your eye could change that. Loki herself went wild when she saw Julia's aura, but not you. I forgave her for that, in the end, but I didn't have to forgive you." Her cheeks glowed at the compliment.

For a long few seconds, we stared into one another's eyes. There were no further words exchanged, just her, perhaps, enjoying being able to look somebody in the eyes. Then she flipped the eyepatch back down. "You're a real charmer, Drake. It's easy to see how you could get such a harem."

I chuckled at that. "I think it's more luck than skill, honestly," I told her, and she let out a chuckle of her own.

"Come back tomorrow for more lessons," she said. "This was just the basics. I want to see how you can handle something that needs a bit more skill."

"Understood, ma'am."

She frowned at that. "Don't call me ma'am. Just - just Hephaistos, please."

"Alright, Hephaistos," I said, dipping my head for just a moment. "Bit of a mouthful."

"You're definitely not ready to start calling me Hephy. Now get," she told me, a smile on her lips, making a dismissive waving motion, and I headed out. This body was the one that normally spent time with Setsuko, so it headed back to her palatial mansion.

When I got home, I noticed a piece of paper stuck to the door - Private Time! Hestia & Bella Stay Out! - and, frowning, opened the door. "Drake?" Came Erza's voice.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"Ah! Just a second, Drake!" Erza shouted. "Close your eyes!" She had a certain, very loud, very audible, excitement to her voice, dashing about elsewhere in the house, a second pair of footfalls, more nervous than hers, following her around. Logically, the second pair almost certainly belonged to Setsuko.

I closed the door behind me and closed my eyes, as requested. I did wonder what sort of surprise Erza was thinking of - a gift, maybe? Some kind of large dessert? I did remember she was planning a wedding, so maybe the second pair of footsteps wasn't Setsuko?

"It is time! Open your eyes, Drake!" Erza declared, and I opened them. Erza stood right next to Setsuko, both women wearing nothing but pink aprons, Setsuko's cheeks being cherry pink as my gaze naturally fell on their bodies, my cock springing to life in my pants immediately. "We, your beloved wives, are ready to serve!" She brought one hand up to her chest, making a tight fist, speaking as seriously as ever. "I know that you fantasize about 'housewives,' and yet you have been denied the reality of this fantasy, despite having ten women you can call your wives! It is truly a cruel twist of fate, but allow myself and Setsuko to help alleviate this! She has more experience as a housewife than me, but we will both act as your doting wives who handle household chores for you, for the remainder of the night!"

I glanced back at the door. "Where are Hestia and Bella going to stay, then?" Erza's mouth worked at the air for a moment as she realized that she hadn't taken that into account in her planning - Setsuko blushed in embarrassment herself. "Let's just go to the bedroom, and put the sign on our door," I told Erza.

"Yes! An excellent reappraisal of the plan!" I grabbed the sign off the door, then placed one hand on Setsuko and Erza's shoulders both, guiding them forward in front of me. With my inches of height over them, I could see over their shoulders to their beautiful, plunging cleavage, and their full, round asses were openly presented to me. Setsuko was already wet - even if she was embarrassed and shy about this sort of play, she was a Hentalian girl anyway. "Now what, darling?" Erza asked, as we entered the bedroom, slapping the sign on the door before closing it.

I licked my lips as I looked at my two wives, their gorgeous bodies looking so damn sexy in that particular choice of outfit. Both of them were chesty, and both of them were currently pregnant - though Setsuko was much more pregnant than Erza. "Erza," I said to the beautiful redhead who had decided on this sexy prospect, "I'd like you to bend over the bed and show me that sexy butt of yours," I told her.

"Yes, Drake!" Was Erza's immediate reply, hurriedly getting into position, her ass raised high in the air, her pink sex visibly moistening as she prepared for what was to come.

I looked Setsuko in the eyes, kissing her sharply on the lips, groping one of her gorgeous enormous beautiful breasts through her top, my other hand sliding down to grope her ass. She let out soft noises into my mouth, and my tongue invaded her mouth as well, rubbing gently at her palate and gums. While kissing her, I gently directed her forward, eventually parking her next to the bed, so that I stood right behind Erza, though not currently facing the buxom redhead. At that point, I broke off the kiss. "Get my cock out, Setsuko, and point it at Erza's pussy," I told her.

"Y-yes, Drake!"

"And please, both of you," I said, as Setsuko pulled my pants down in a rush, squatting rather than kneeling, "call me darling for now."

"Yes, darling!" Erza cried. "Please, fuck me, darling!" She said, as Setsuko took my cock in her hand, pointing it right at Erza's slick sex. I slowly pushed forward, soon entering my darling wife's waiting pussy - and Erza immediately clamped down on my dick, doing her best to milk me of cum despite the fact that I was only halfway inside her. "Ah! I love you darling, and I love my darling's cock too!" She had this enthusiastic, over-the-top style of dirty talk, at least when she was roleplaying like this.

"Setsuko, let's get back to kissing."

"A-ah, yes, darling," Setsuko said, hurriedly straightening up, blushing. I gently caressed her cheek, staring into her eyes for a moment, and she wore a cute little smile. Then I leaned into her, pressing my lips against hers, my tongue once more pushing into her mouth.

With one hand, I slid under Erza's apron, finding her clit, starting to stimulate it, and Erza let out a hot pant of desire. "Oh, darling! Oh, you're so good, darling! I love you, darling! I'm so happy to be your housewife!" I pumped that extra bit harder at her hips, her pussy clenching on my cock, all those powerful inner muscles working to milk my dick.

My other hand groped one of Setsuko's breasts as I made out with her, just hungrily licking away. Setsuko's hands ran along my chest with a sort of nervous delight, teasing my shirt up to my shoulders, and I eagerly helped her along, breaking off the kiss for just long enough to leave me topless. Erza let out noisy cries of delight as I thrust away inside her, soon orgasming for the first time, bouncing on the bed - and Setsuko came soon thereafter, her sensitive tongue and breast serving to send her over the edge without any below the waist stimulation, her lemon-lime scent wafting up to my nostrils as she came.

"Darling, darling, I love you, darling! Thank you for fucking me, darling!" Erza said, pumping her hips back into me, getting ever more enthusiastic in her dirty talk, just squeezing on my cock. "I'm already pregnant, so the only reason you're having sex with me is because you find me attractive and sexy, which makes me so happy, darling! It's my duty as your housewife to be sexy for you, and to cook and clean and help raise your children, while you take care of the money, darling!"

"Fuck yeah," I panted out, as I broke off my kiss with Setsuko to take a breath. I gave Erza's ass a quick smack - and she promptly came from the contact, her pussy clamping down hard on my dick again. I just bottomed out inside her, enjoying the sensation of her cunt around my cock, and I considered just using Celestial Bliss Trick on her... then I realized there was an even better target for it. I broke off my kiss with Setsuko fully, leaving her panting, lips parted, and scrunched her apron up between her breasts, watching as that line of fate flickered through the crumpled fabric. It was soon twisted around my finger, and I leaned in to kiss and suck on one of her tits, the other getting my hand groping it.

By this point in her pregnancy, Setsuko's breasts were producing substantial amounts of milk, and my sucking on her teat made that truly delicious, honey-sweet milk, fall all over my tongue. It tasted genuinely fantastic, and my tongue flicked away, getting ever more eager in my attentions, as I simultaneously thrust inside Erza, my redhead wife squeezing and clamping on my dick with each pump of my hips. Her own hips were slamming back into me, and her dirty talk grew ever more lewd. "Oh, I love being your housewife! It's my joyous life to be able to stay at home, cook, clean, raise your children! I love it so much! Thank you for allowing me to take this position, darling!"

I gave her ass another spanking, and she promptly came again - apparently she enjoyed the roleplaying too, gauging by how much of a hair trigger she was on. Setsuko, for her part, suddenly got hit with the full power of Celestial Bliss Trick at around the same time, her eyes peeling back and a moan escaping her mouth, hands grasping the back of my head, holding me against her breast as her thighs shook and she pretty much just squirted all over the floor, thrashing about, her lime-scented juices splattering down onto my feet in an intensely lewd show, her breast pretty much squirting much of its contents into my mouth as I sucked. She looked so unbelievably sexy like that, just trembling in place in bliss, barely keeping herself upright as her knees knocked against one another.

God, they were both so beautiful in that moment, trembling in pleasure.

* * *

"Oh, darling! Darling! Make love to me! You're so powerful and masculine, I'm your happy little housewife, darling!" Bella's cheeks burned as she listened to the strange female voice. It was so loud! She was pretty much on the other side of the house and she could still hear it! She wondered who it was... it was probably one of Drake's other wives, but which? She thought they were all adventurers! Maybe she should go take a quick peek - no! No, that was grandpa talk! Obviously she shouldn't peek! What kind of girl would Drake think she was if she peeked, huh?! Not the good kind! The pervy kind, like grandpa! And why would he think that? Because she would be!

He hadn't seemed that upset when she'd looked at his dick earlier - no! That was because she stumbled on him! He'd just assumed she was innocently curious! Spying was totally different!

She did legitimately want to know who Drake's housewife was, though!

Well... she'd go check tomorrow! Yeah, the lady was probably going to spend the night, that made sense. She nodded to herself and pushed two pillows against her ears to try to block out the noise.

It didn't work too well, but she did eventually manage to get to sleep.

Her dreams wound up being super pervy, though.

* * *

The girl without a name stood silently on thin air, suspended on a string of Fate that was razor thin. She didn't even breathe, as she loomed above the group below. It was Thanatos, this sort of bishie goth type with black robes. You would think he would be the girl without a name's type, but his personality was sooo rotten, taking advantage of people and, you know, being a member of Evilus. He was speaking to some people wearing what were pretty much ninja clothes. "Without Valletta, we're going to have a much more difficult time with things... you should have sacrificed your lives to Bete to buy her time."

"We are sorry, Lord Thanatos," one of the followers said. "I sought out Bete, but was not quick enough."

Thanatos just pinched the bridge of his nose. "We will just have to keep things together without her. We do still have Enyo's people, but I can't trust him..." He paced back and forth. "Perhaps we can recruit another?" He suggested. Nobody said anything in response - that was the downside to mindfucked yes-men, she guessed! He drank in a deep breath through his nose, then paused. He sniffed again, flicking his head around. "I smell death and rot." He took an even deeper breath through his nose. "Ohhhh I smell such good death and rot..." He licked his lips. "It's not you, either. Hello?" He called out, smiling. "Enyo? Is that you?" He paused, frowning. "A monster of some type?"

"We will protect you, Lord Thanatos," his followers said, immediately repositioning themselves in a circle around him, their backs to him. Thanatos rolled his eyes.

The girl without a name considered taking her shot right then... but she wasn't sure quite what the consequences would be. They were in Knossos, after all. Would something really dire happen? She took a few steps back along the razor wire, then turned to depart, leaving Thanatos to call out to no one and get no response. She sighed. She hadn't even gotten through a day! Why did Thanatos have to be a god of death? Just because he was a villain? So frustrating!

It did make her wonder if Freya could see her while she was invisible... how annoying! Freya was the sort of stone cold bitch who just completely ignored you waving your hand in front of her face, then ordered Ottar to decapitate you when you got cocky!

Still, Finn had said that she should turn back if she was spotted, and he was right. Taking your time was an important part of any investigation. Otherwise you could get the wrong person, or make a mistake...

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