Daiya was the first to react. She calmly lifted a hand and blasted a square chunk out of the stone palace wall, giving us a view of the streets below.
Smoke filled the air as chaos ruled the hold. An army of orcs and goblins marched down the streets in what was a truly nostalgic sight. Massive, gaping holes marked where bombs had been planted and exploded; they must have been key military points or something of the like, as the defense the dwarves were mounting was nothing short of pathetic. Then again, their entire military force was either brainwashed or dead, so maybe it was unfair to call it pathetic. They were trying, at least!
"The hold will fall if we do not move swiftly," Daiya observed, then walked out of the hole in the wall. Her psychic powers more or less allowed her to fly at will, and here she was doing the slightly more advanced technique of creating psychic platforms beneath her feet to walk on.
I looked around at the others. "Medea, organize your Excavators as best you can. Hilda, Rose, Sophia, can either of you jump down there?" They shook their heads. "Okay, climb on." I extended my arms and arched my back a little. Sophia climbed onto my back while Rose got under my arm like before. Hilda blinked in confusion, then followed Rose's example.
One might have said that being literally covered with women was a bit oblique for a metaphor, but this was a purely tactical consideration. I could make the jump and land safely no problem, even with this much additional weight. It would have been nice if one of them had the power to slow their descent somehow, but barring that this was the best option.
Sophia pissing herself as we fell through the air at terminal velocity was not really an important consideration. We actually had gone and acquired a pair of magically absorbent panties for her, which made the piss a non-issue. That had been a saga in and of itself, but it was the destination that mattered here, not the journey.
I hit the ground, with the solid stone of the street cracking beneath my feet and forming a crater, but not giving in completely. My legs were OK. I set the girls down and assessed my surroundings. Daiya was high in the air, uh... blasting away with psychic energy? She wasn't actually making any gestures, but I could feel the pulses of energy in the air and subsequent explosions of blood and guts. Any arrows shot up at her were deflected without a glance, from any direction. If she had any weaknesses, it was just that to kill something she needed to focus her energies enough that AOE damage wasn't an option. She was basically exploding heads in rapid succession, which was deadly, but not necessarily fast enough to meaningfully stave off an invasion of 10,000+ orcs before they ruined the entire city.
Which was where the rest of us came in. Maybe with Rose, Sophia, and Hilda slaughtering at max capacity they could hold back the tide long enough for me to do my own mission.
I scanned the crowd and spotted dots of red among the horde. The demon commanders leading the army, presumably. To my understanding, the Demon Realm consisted of an upper class of red-skinned demon nobility that ruled over the monster hordes. It was basically as socially stratified as a society could be, since monsters were too dumb to ever organize into a democratic collective or formulate an equivalent to the Magna Carta but for the nobility itself.
Purely for show, I jumped to the first demon instead of running to it. I soared through the air in an arc, leaving behind the trio of girls who were already murdering uneducated hordes of sentient monsters who were genetically denied a chance to be better. I landed right next to the demon I had targeted and instantly launched a high-speed thrust, digging through its red neck. It turned to look at me, eyes wide open with a snarling mouth.
"Heir...!" he said with a spat.
"That's right. Too bad for you guys... You might've had a chance if I wasn't so high level," I said with a smirk. God fucking damn I was cool.
I withdrew my sword from his neck and kicked him away, sending him flying just like my poor friend Duran from so long ago. His soon-to-be corpse took out at least a hundred orcs before it became such a mass of red, pulpy sinew it was hard to distinguish what was skin and what was gore. One down, maybe a dozen or something to go.
The Defense of DirIe Ilirad was an unglamorous affair. War was ugly, and a reminder that all peace was built upon a river of blood and corpses. There was no bright side or silver linings to mass death and destruction. Rose gritted her teeth as her magically reinforced blade gradually chipped while chopping the necks of hundreds of orcs. Sophia shed a tear as she failed for the hundredth time to shoot out both eyes of an orc in one go. Hilda wept as she wished to be doing anything except blasting off a repetitious stream of Darkness Balls. Daiya remained impassive while causing the head of a thousandth orc to explode. We were all suffering in our own ways. The horrors of war would haunt us for the rest of our lives.
It was while beating my fifth demon commander into a bloody pulp that I began to get suspicious. What exactly was the point of this invasion? What did DirIe Ilirad have that they cared so much about? I got the feeling invading dwarf holds in general was pretty stupid given how a single gem up there was causing mass death and the dwarf holds were mostly independent from world affairs, aside from the high quality armor and weapons they made. The orcs weren't even really, like, doing anything. Sure, they killed any innocent they stumbled upon, and were causing general mayhem, but it wasn't directed. It was just... it felt pointless? Low-effort? It was weird to call this mass destruction and death low-effort, but from a tactical perspective, I just didn't see what they were accomplishing. Was this all just one small piece of the puzzle?
My answer came maybe after an hour of slaughtering demons and orcs.
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A nearby demon commander pressed a hand to his ear, then let out a shout. "Retreat!" he called, and... the demon commanders retreated, vanishing to whatever hole they had crawled out of. That sped up the slaughter on our side, since the orcs were even more stupid and directionless without any commanders, but what the fuck?
I whipped around to check up on the others. Rose, Sophia, and Daiya were all fine, from what I could tell amid the mountain of green corpses. That meant it was either the beastkin or demon princess who died.
I pressed a fist against my forehead. Once again, a princess was being fridged and forcing me into a loop. What was the point of being a nigh-invincible overpowered god if everyone was just going to murder the hot women that flocked around me instead of attacking me up-front and letting me murder them directly? Back when I first realized I was in a time loop, I was mainly just ecstatic to know I was guaranteed to become OP no matter what, but little did I know the world had ways of fucking people with godlike physical aesthetics and strength.
I strode over to Rose and the others sadly. A bunch of the orcs had started disappearing with pops, as if they were summons. The Excursed again, or just demon powers? Who knew.
"Bad news," I said while Rose whipped her sword to get the blood off. She looked my way. "Beastkin and/or demon princess dead. I guess this part of the invasion was just a distraction or something."
"Ah," she replied with a frown. "I suppose you have a new save point, then."
"Yeah." It would actually have been better if I didn't, since we could have easily repeated the Medea duel and then had a week to plan ahead, but unfortunately that wasn't in the cards. "It's like thirty to sixty seconds before the explosions start."
"I will see you then, I suppose." She didn't seem nearly as bothered as she would have in the past; it was nice that she now actually did maintain consciousness throughout a loop. No more worrying about doomed selves in alternate timelines.
I nodded. "Yeah, but first we should try to figure out which princess died. There's also something I want to try, since this seems like a perfect opportunity."
We all went back into the palace, with the surviving Excavators wiping out the few orcs who hadn't either left or disappeared. To be honest, I barely cared to note the details. It would all be reversed in an hour or so.
Not long after entering the palace, Daiya inclined her head towards me. "Malcador. I am aware of why the orcs invaded the hold. I presume they were after something thought to be known only to gems."
"Yeah? What is it?"
"I would prefer to discuss this in private. I would not like for," she nodded slightly to Rose and Sophia, "opposing races to know all our secrets."
"Er, alright. Sure." Her psychic powers could apparently block out Soul Spy and the like, which was convenient.
We left the others behind and entered a side room containing only a table and chairs, with minimal decoration. It was a simple meeting room.
Once the door was shut, I turned to look at Daiya. "So? What were they after?"
She gave me an impassive look, resting bitch face as strong as ever. "I would like to experience one of the so-called 'human blowjobs' which Sophia so often practices upon you."
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"Seriously? Did you just lie about some royal secret just to get alone with me?"
She inclined her head in a slight nod.
"Come on. Now's not the time for this. Shit's gotten real again. We have stuff to do. We can't just mix sex and realdeal action." I went for the door, but it disappeared as the walls morphed around it and left only a solid wall of smooth stone in its place.
"You have unlimited time," she said flatly. "You may investigate later through your loops. It does not matter what we do now in particular. There is no reason for you to refuse."
Oh no. Daiya's keen slut intellect allowed her to deduce that the loop plus her memory retention technically allowed us to fuck forever with no long-term consequences. This was one of the worst things that possibly could have happened, and now that Rose and Sophia had their memories, it was only a matter of time before they realized this too. If I didn't play my cards right here, then the final boss of this loop wouldn't be whoever killed the princess, it would be escaping the living princesses and their endless lust. I could imagine it now: "We can deal with the invasion in a thousand loops from now, Malcador. Let's just keep fucking for the next hundred loops, Malcador. Geez, Rose, you got to fuck him for the last fifty loops! It's my turn now!"
I shook my head to banish those thoughts. "Okay, okay. I'll let you suck my dick, but only if you promise not to do this every loop. We have to keep our sanity and get this prophecy fulfilled. I don't think the Goddess will appreciate me ignoring the perpetual murder of one of the Five while using my loop powers to fuck the other three."
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Daiya inclined her head in a nod, then snapped her fingers, removing her robes. Her naked, made-for-sex body was revealed to me in all it's glory, but after a pause, she snapped her fingers again. Instantly, a pink microbikini appeared on top of her, clothing her body in the barest threads possible. The bikini was basically non-existent outside of the strings wrapping around her massive curves, and the patches of cloth for her boobs covered only her nipples; her large, dark-gray areola were big enough that the cloth couldn't cover them, which was made even more erotic by the fact that her nipples were hard enough to poke tents into the tiny squares. She was naked as she could possibly be without actually being naked.
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"Why?" I asked.
"Contrast," she replied dryly. Oh yeah. She had been watching when I implied to Rose I would prefer her to wear her tight tank top to bed for the contrast. I wasn't really sure if a microbikini really created much contrast, but I had to admit the way the tight strings dug into her meaty flesh certainly did add a flare that pure nudity couldn't have.
She got onto her knees as I undid my pants and unzipped my dick. I was pretty much a pro at this due to having experienced like a hundred Sophia blowjobs by now. Her full black lips parted, allowing her dark gray tongue to snake out. It... literally snaked out, kind of, growing longer and longer than any normal tongue could. It coiled around my dick tightly, making what literally appeared to be a tightly woven coil of dark gray around my dick flesh. She flicked her tongue like this, causing the coil to pulsate and slide back and forth slightly.
To say this felt "good" would be something of an understatement. It was unlike anything I had felt before, and unlike anything the vast majority of people would ever feel. Humans simply could not control their bodies to become perfect sex objects, and Daiya's tongue stood in stark contrast to that. It was built for blowjobs. It was built for sucking dick. Sophia was probably one of the most dedicated and experienced blowjob givers in the world, but even her dexterous tongue use paled in comparison to Daiya's otherworldly competence.
Eventually, she elected to push her head forward and envelop my cock shaft in her lips, which felt like being converted with a warm, squishy blanket. Her lips were just so big, so soft, and so addicting. She looked up at me while pressing her lips down; her eyes were still narrowed with their black outline, which almost made it seem like I was forcing her to do this. A shudder of immoral pleasure ran down my back as I visualized her looking up at me angrily with defiance while nonetheless sucking the hell out of my dick. In reality, though, there was no defiance in her eyes; that was just how she always looked.
It was funny, in a way. Sophia always got a dumb, slutty look in her eyes while sucking my dick, like all her thoughts ceased to exist as the overwhelming stench of man musk bleached her brain matter with thoughts of cum. Daiya's eyes, however, gleamed still with intelligence and wisdom; she was still fully intelligent, it was just that her millennia of wisdom was telling her sucking my dick was absolutely the best and most desirable thing in the world for her to do. She was choosing to suck my dick while in full control of her female agency; she had compiled all the facts, analyzed them rationally with her impassive near-lack of emotions, and deduced that sucking my dick was simply the best thing to do to satisfy her utilitarian value function. That was hot on an entirely different level from Sophia basically turning into a dumb animal in the presence of dick.
She started to bob her head slowly, deliberately. She didn't lose her cool. She didn't start head-bobbing like a metalhead at a rock concert. She just slowly pushed her head forward, dragging her soft lips against my shaft, then slowly pulled back, lips and cheeks stretching out as she pulled away while keeping her lips squeezed tightly. Her eyes remained narrowed and intelligent in perpetuity, almost as if she was carefully eyeing my reactions to see what made me tick. By this point, Sophia had learned all of my dick's weak points through sheer experience and animal instincts, but Daiya was still in the investigation phase.
She had an advantage, too; her large, heavy breasts pushed against my legs, deforming softly against my muscles as she leaned forward to bury my dick in her mouth. Sophia, sadly, would never be able to do the same. Diaya's erect nipples rubbed against me through the fabric, and her bumpy areola teased my skin like a massage. I found myself leaning my legs forward a bit to sink them deeper into her inviting boob flesh; I was stuck with the urge to leap into them, like leaping into a comfy waterbed. Their presence alone enhanced the blowjob to an impressive degree. There wasn't just a hot, frosty babe sucking my dick; she was pressing her massive boobs against me at the same time.
All in all, it was a pretty great blowjob. Different from Sophia's in all the right ways. I would have been fine cumming right then and there, but then... then I felt the psychic energy.
My hands had been kind of hanging pointlessly on my side, but suddenly I felt an invisible force pull them up into the air. I watched, bemused, as they rose in front of my face. I tried to wiggle my fingers, but they were immobile. There was a temptation to kind of like stumble backwards in a defensive, surprised way, but with Daiya sucking my dick, I simply could not move. Not due to the psychic energy, but due to how irresistible her all-encompassing warmth and softness was. It was impossible to think her body had been made from hard, flat stone not too long ago; now, I would die sooner than I would leave the fluffy embrace of her pillowy boobs and lips.
And so it came to pass that I kind of just let my hands be pulled to Daiya, whereupon they clasped her head tightly. She didn't even blink, and there was a pause as I waited to see what would happen next, with my hands gripping her head tightly while my dick was still in her mouth.
Honestly, it was not a hard puzzle to solve.
My hands, driven by the psychic energy, started to slam her face against my dick. She hadn't been going quite all the way to the base while bobbing her head before, but now her lips were practically kissing my pelvis bone as she drove my hands to slam her face full-speed against my crotch. Her eyes remained as impassive as ever, staring up intently at me amid the motion blur of her supersonic face pounding. Honestly, the craziest thing was that it felt fucking amazing. I would have thought such vigorous pounding would have caused serious damage to either me or her, but no, her mouth was basically like a pus-...
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Her mouth was literally a pussy, I realized. Or well, to be precise, instead of a throat she had a pussy, and as she deepthroated my cock I was pounding her mouth-pussy instead of her throat tube. It was a bizarre realization, and it would have been uncomfortable if it didn't feel so amazing. What the absolute fuck was happening? I was deepthroating a mouth pussy while an impossible snake tongue coiled around my shaft and a telekinetic slut forced me to pound her face against my crotch hard enough to break the sound barrier. Even I felt at a loss for words.
Ultimately, I decided to evacuate. The only way out of situations like these was to cum. The temptation to just let her face smash into my crotch for hours was there, and I would have been more than fine with it in quite a few ways, but I was still slightly traumatized from this morning. I got the feeling her face was going to start cracking soon, and my cum would just cause her skull to explode again. No thank you.
"Cumming!" I said aloud to warn her. She intensified the face pounding using my arms, such that her head reached near FTL speed. If not for the sheer slickness and softness of her lips, my dick would have been shaved down to nothing in an instant as the atoms superheated, but her heavenly embrace allowed nothing but pleasure to assault me. Her head was an unrecognizable blur, a mass of gray that seemed to be in all places at once, but if I focused felt I could see her narrowed eyes looking up at me, demanding me to cum. I obliged.
Thick ropes launched out of my dick into her mouth, with her pulling back so it didn't go straight into her mouth-pussy. Instead, the cum exploded everywhere at once; the pressure built up inside her mouth until it was spraying from her ears and streaming down her nose, just like last time. Thankfully, her face hadn't cracked, and so cum streaming from her nose and ear was enough to prevent an explosion. She started audibly gulping down the cum down, perhaps having morphed her mouth-pussy back into a throat, and kept her lips locked tight to not allow any to escape her. Her full black lips morphed into thin lines from how tightly she was squeezing them.
When I was finally done, I pulled my dick out of her mouth with a loud, wet pop. Cum was smeared across her lips, creating nice white contrast against the black, and the streams of cum from her nose created what looked like streaks of white tears. She extended her impossibly long tongue, staring at me intently, and licked up the streams before sticking the tongue into her nose. She rooted around in her own nose, licking up all the cum that was still there, her expression never changing. Did she even have a sense of taste? A strange mystery.
She stood up slowly, her boobs swaying within the micro bikini. It was shocking how much a little cum on the face and a pink microbikini could completely ruin any sense of queenliness from her, even with her severe expression. She hardly resembled her former self at all, honestly. It was like a demonic slut had possessed her, which was possibly not too far from the truth. Those thoughts were demolished when she spoke, however; nobody but Daiya could produce such a flat, dry, emotionless voice.
"That was pleasurable. I wish to have intercourse now." She indicated her crotch. The thin shred of bikini that covered her pussy had slid down her thick thighs through the sheer weight of all the juices she was leaking. It was bizarre to think she was actively making the juices that leaked out of her, since dwarves didn't naturally have any.
"No. It's been like thirty minutes. I don't have much more time."
"You have future loops," she replied dryly.
"There's something I want to try at the end of this loop, while I have the chance."
"I will make it fast."
"No."
Daiya indicated the door, or rather, the lack thereof.
"Okay, fine, but seriously. It has to be really fast. And you have to promise not to do this next loop."
She didn't reply; she was too busy climbing onto the table and spreading her legs.
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I left Daiya's tiara in the pool of cum. The one silver lining to this was that she had maintained the presence of mind to re-appearify the door before disintegrating. Honestly, I had to hope and pray that she really would settle down in future loops. It was bad enough to deal with the problems in the loop itself without hungry sluts trying to exploit technical immortality to have sex forever. Why oh why couldn't Daiya have remained asexual and aromantic? Why oh why had the beauty of true love awoken her dead, stony heart?
I met up with Rose in the room we had been in at the start of all this. She was speaking to dwarvish messengers while looking over the hold from the hole Daiya had made.
"Status report?" I asked.
She nodded. "It was the beastkin princess. The demons launched an invasion on every major country at once. Reports vary on where exactly Princess Xetrathia and Prince Aeneas led the charger, but it seems Xetrathia conquered Koh'rin while Aeneas hunted the beastkin princess."
"Which one? Aren't there seven?"
"They are all dead."
"Oh."
"The Beastkin Empire was in shambles even before the invasion. You recall that it was questionable if they would even be able to hold the ceremony. Perhaps Xetrathia chose now to strike for precisely that reason."
"So what, they just wanted to conquer the world?"
Rose shook her head. "It's strange. The entire army retreated an hour into the invasion, as if they had accomplished what they set out to do."
"Hmm. You think they were just trying to kill the beastkin princess and break the prophecy on purpose?"
"That seems to be the most likely answer."
"Which means... Wait. No. Oh no."
Rose smiled. "What does it mean, Malcador? Do tell."
I groaned. I had flown too close to the sun. Hubris was a slow and insidious killer. "It means that we have to go to the Beastkin Empire next..."
"Exactly," Rose replied. Her slight smirk was aggravating, but she had earned it. Fuck.
I waved a hand. "Okay, at the start of the next loop we'll abandon the dwarf hold or whatever and rush the Beastkin Empire. Try to save whichever princess is prophesized. Just start moving as soon as you're back, I guess."
She nodded, then gave me a sly look. "Incidentally, now that we are in an active loop again while retaining our memories, it occurred to me that we could exploit the nature of the looping to—"
"No."
"We could—"
"No. I'm not even going to discuss it."
"You are willing to oblige Daiya but not me, your one true love?"
"Hey, get in line. I have five true loves. And I only obliged Daiya this one time, halfway to apologize for exploding her body in the morning. It would be pretty rude to fuck someone to death and then not allow them to suck your dick later."
"True," Rose nodded.
"Anyway, come with me. I want to try something."
I walked to a grand hall in the palace and readied a fighting position. Rose looked at me curiously.
"Preparing to fight your archenemy?" she asked.
"Yeah. I want to see how I do now. Plus, you can get a look at him and actually remember it now."
Considering the blowjob and fuck session with Daiya, he couldn't be too far off. I did some stretches and air slashes while waiting. Rose took position a good distance away.
And then he came. Fiery portal, from the front. This felt nostalgic; I hadn't seen him the one time he popped up in the dungeon, from what I remembered.
"It is called Doomed for a reason, young one," came the gravelly voice that sounded both like rocks grating and fire roaring. His mace came swinging not long after, but I was ready this time. I used Dodging Level 50's milestone to dodge it in an impossible way, hoping to catch him off guard, then stabbed at the empty face of his armor as hard as I could. An invisible barrier seemed to deflect my blade at the last second, and his mace came swinging my way again. I ducked and rolled, then launched back up and swung from the right. He held up an arm and my blade shattered on impact against his gauntlet.
Oh.
I looked down at my empty hilt and the jagged blade coming out of it. Maybe I should have leveled up Unarmed Combat more. At the end of the day, I doubted even his armor would really hurt my fists if I had maxed out Unarmed Combat, considering my extremely high END. Oh well.
"You have gotten better," came the voice, sounding almost amused amid the gravelly roaring.
I blinked. "You remember?"
My answer was his mace flying towards my face. It wasn't hard to dodge, though; even just Dodging Level 50 gave me an innate sense for the timing, and his swings were deadly, not blindingly fast. I turned to Rose. "Who is it?" I called.
"Almost certainly the Demon King," she called back. "Or possibly someone dressing as him to be deceptive."
A shocking twist indeed. The missing Demon King who had entered his Long Silence years ago was actually the mysterious black-armored wannabe Sauron antagonizing me. Or at least, someone dressing as him.
"Your daughter is being a pain in the neck," I said to him.
As a reply, he lifted his hand. "Your return is not negotiable. Farewell."
The blast of blinding white energy was, unfortunately for me, all-consuming and undodgeable. Reality itself contorted to lock me into place, and give the energy infinite presence. It seemed the mace had been a formality after all; a more standard method of murder to be used in place of a dramatic, unreasonable cheat skill. My body crumbled to dust amid the sheer power of the blast, and my last thought was that this really didn't seem like the kind of move a Demon King would normally have.