The storm of their early morning tryst finally ends with a signature and beautiful view: the collapsed and naked figure of Agafya, gasping into her pillow beneath Hazel.
Just how long did we go at it?
His hand on her hip squeezes just enough to make her moan, the other spanking her reddened rear.
SESSION ENDED
TOTAL EXPERIENCE GAINED: 122 XP
That's... a lot of experience.
Hazel wipes his free hand across his forehead, taking slow breaths and truly basking in his conquest for the first real time. It had been eye-opening when he got her on her knees, but nothing came close to the afterglow of a rough, pent-up housewife's fucking finishing with her completely satisfied and unable to move.
Father never came knocking, so I bet he gave up after he saw the sign. After all, who'd imagine I'd finally get Agafya to submit to me?
The cambion man slips away from his position over her and collapses on the bed beside her. Although he had worn himself out, he felt more refreshed than when he woke up. Maybe this was a reward of Berdina for pleasing her lustful oversight. It could also just have been a side-effect of his natural recovery being so high. Honestly, Hazel didn't care which it was if having sex left him feeling refreshed.
Agafya, on the other hand, was completely out of it. He turns his head and smirks at the flustered woman, reaching over and patting her head. Despite being facedown and flat on the bed, his view of her from the side let him see the majority of her hand-filling tits and equally sizeable ass. Her brown hair was too short to hide her pleasure-glazed eye, but the pillow at least helped maintain some of her dignity by hiding her mouth.
"I can't... believe you," she mumbles through the pillow. "Kissing... me... even though I-"
Hazel rolls over and leans in close, sliding his hand down from her head and onto her back. By the time he reaches her lower back, he can see her instinctively raising her hips as if he was going for another round.
"That bastard won't, so someone has to." Hazel kisses her cheek, feeling her shiver and relishing the sensation's reminder of everything they did..
EXPERIENCE GAINED: 2 XP
She's so easy to gain experience with. Maybe I should go another round with her.
Hazel, however, has some realization of just how exhausted she was. They had gone at it for four hours and then some, but the only one of them who was still ready for more was him. Hazel not only had his virginity with real sex, but also had the lustful tension from years of watching Agafya be ignored just out of his reach. Finally getting that chance to have sex and it being with her was likely the majority of the reason they went so long. Agafya, on the other hand, was a housewife who solely rode on sexual tension.
As of right now, he had made the wedge between her and her husband. Agafya didn't love that man, but she still needed him to achieve her dream of running a tavern. Kissing and teasing her let him see just how much she regrets marrying Nelk instead of him, but it also gave him a clue to making her his: Nelk's interests in stronger men. Hazel didn't know a lot about business, but his strength among the village had always been on the upper end... and that was before all of the younger men died in the war efforts.
Now, his goal was simple: make Nelk submit to him and in turn guarantee Agafya's dreams could come true and she could be with him. With the two of them under his thumb, he could carry out his revenge against the entire village with ease.
Agafya lifts her head from the pillow, looking at him with a pleasure-melted scowl.
"You... are getting ideas again, aren't you?"
"Yeah," he answers, meeting her gaze. "I need to make sure you stay mine, don't I?"
The housewife pouts and turns her head away in-turn. Despite her efforts, though, he pursues; Hazel climbs back above her, grabbing her by the shoulder and rolling her face-up to look at him. It also lets him see her body in all its glory again, making her face flush red and forcing the two face-to-face.
"Don't I?"
Agafya stays quiet. His hand glides up and touches the burn scarring over her bad eye, running his thumb down to the corner of her mouth. He wants to spend the entire day having his way with her, but good things can't last forever.
"Agafya, I wouldn't tell you a lie when you gave me something I wanted for years."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He uses her speaking as an opportunity to get closer, his grip around her face letting him keep her still while the two kiss again. She closes her eye but he keeps his open, truly relishing this for every moment.
WARNING: EXPERIENCE GAIN FROM SUBJECT IS MAXED OUT.
Damn... so it looks like I can only gain so much, huh? It's fine, though... even if it maxes out, I bet I can earn more later.
Hazel breaks the kiss, watching her shake and cope with the feelings running through her. There wasn't any need for magic when it came to emotions: Agafya's body had needed a nudge, but she was always his girl from the day the two of them met. She had been the only one who treated him well... and even with the stigma of being a cambion, she was the only one nowadays who gave him any help.
"Agafya... you're my woman, now. And if Nelk has a problem with that and decides to not support you, then I'll just take care of him my way."
She stays still, even as he slips his hand down from her face to her breasts. He squeezes her left one and possessively strokes his thumb over her nipple, finally getting a lip-biting moan out of her.
"From now on, I'm staying here. I may not be much, but I can help you run the tavern. And then, once Nelk gets back..."
He lets his voice die down, implying she should speak despite his teasing. Agafya finally stops biting her lip to relish the touch, particularly enjoying his dominant demeanor above all: it was the way they acted years ago and now she finally got to experience it again.
"You'll take care of him."
Hazel laughs. He lets go of her and finally sets his hand on the bed beside her. "And you'll be my woman, right?"
This was it. The final push. His mana had come back by now since he no longer had that weird numbness, but he didn't want to risk using up a slot of Contract yet. It was possible he'd need it to subdue Nelk. Right now, he needed this slutty housewife to go the extra step on her own and fully fall into his grasp.
Agafya's eye stares at him, fighting inside her head at the conflict between pleasure and stability. All of her sacrifices of happiness were being weighed against what she had actually gained.
And all at once, it snapped with her putting on the smallest of smiles and reaching down to his still-stiff erection.
"I'll... be your woman, Hazel."
Holy fuck that's hot. I can't just sit back and not fuck her again now, right?
Hazel pushed her hand away, sitting upright and towering over her with an all-too-large grin. Karkitz is definitely going to pay... but he'll spare Agafya as his woman. Whether she becomes a wife or concubine doesn't matter: she's his woman.
SOUL CORRUPTION DETECTED.
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USER HAS CORRUPTED "AGAFYA OF KARKITZ". CORRUPTION LEVEL IS 1.
THE FOLLOWING EFFECTS WILL BE APPLIED WHEN INTERACTING WITH HER:
INCREASED PLEASURE (+5%)
INCREASED BUFF EFFECTS (+5%)
INCREASED SUPPORT EFFECTS (+5%)
LOYALTY TIER INCREASE (TIER 1)
Corruption?
Hazel begins playing with her in full: both of his hands massage her chest pillows in equal, synced motions. He'd heard that demons of certain bloodlines could gain better effects from partners, so maybe this was the DPP emulating that effect? Or the DPP was simply making it visible in a way he could understand. Ultimately it didn't matter which way it was, since the effects gained were the most important part: if he was corrupting her, then it was probably almost as good as the Contract system in play.
Alright... might as well use the User Guide again.
The windows open and he skims past the explanations for experience and levels, seeing new entries marked for Loyalty Tiers and Corruption. His reading earlier at least let him understand he needs these experience points to increase levels, while levels were a baseline indication of strength. That logic meant that the Corruption Level, at least, likely reflected how strongly corrupted he made her.
LOYALTY TIERS
LOYALTY TIERS ARE A MEANS CREATED BY THE DPP TO REFLECT SOUL-BOUND CHANGES OF "LOYALTY" IN A TARGET. THIS CAN BE FROM VARIOUS SOURCES SUCH AS CORRUPTION, CONTRACTS, LOVE, OR FEELINGS OF INTENSE HATRED. LOYALTY TIERS MAY BE POSITIVE OR NEGATIVE BUT WILL INCREASE OR DECREASE THE ABILITIES BETWEEN THE TARGET AND THE USER.
POSITIVE TIERS REFLECT BENEFICIAL BONUSES: THIS FORM STEMS FROM CORRUPTION, CONTRACTS, AND LOVE.
NEGATIVE TIERS REFLECT DETRIMENTAL BONUSES: THIS FORM STEMS FROM INTENSE HATRED.
LOYALTY TIERS ARE DIFFICULT TO CHANGE AND MUST BE COUNTERACTED: THIS MEANS THAT A NEGATIVE TIER MUST BE COMPLETELY OVERWHELMED BEFORE A TARGET CAN HAVE A POSITIVE TIER (TO DOMINATE A TARGET WITH A TIER OF -2, YOU MUST INFLICT/CAUSE AT LEAST 3 TIER INCREASES [+1]).
CORRUPTION
CORRUPTION IS A REFLECTION OF A HUMAN'S SOUL BEING DOMINATED BY A DEMON. ALTHOUGH HUMANS CANNOT BECOME DEMONS, THOSE WITH HIGH AMOUNTS OF CORRUPTION CAN APPEAR DEMONIC THROUGH MAGICAL VISION AND EVEN ACQUIRE THE MAGIC OF DEMONIC GODS. CORRUPTION CAN BE PERMANENTLY INCREASED BUT MAY BE REVERSED AS LONG AS IT HAS NOT REACHED THE THIRD LEVEL.
THE FIRST LEVEL OF CORRUPTION (LEVEL 1) DOES NOT CAUSE ANY CHANGES IN A TARGET. THIS IS THE FIRST INSTANCE OF DOMINATION AND REFLECTS A NATURAL SUBMISSION TO THE DEMON. TARGETS AT THIS LEVEL MAY STILL BE INFLUENCED INTO CHANGING THE TARGET OF THEIR CORRUPTION.
THE SECOND LEVEL OF CORRUPTION (LEVEL 2) WILL OPEN THE TARGET'S SOUL TO THE DEMON CORRUPTING THEM. THIS ALLOWS THEM TO OBTAIN BENEFITS OF THE DEMON. THE USER ACHIEVING THIS LEVEL WITH A TARGET ALLOWS THEM TO GAIN BENEFITS FROM THE DPP.
THE THIRD LEVEL OF CORRUPTION (LEVEL 3) IS A DESIGNATION OF COMPLETE DOMINATION. THE TARGET WILL NO LONGER BE ABLE TO HARM THE DEMON CORRUPTING THEM AND CANNOT REVERSE CORRUPTION. IN THE DEATH OF THE DEMON CORRUPTING THEM, THEY WILL SUFFER BACKLASH AND REVERT TO LEVEL 1 IF THEY SURVIVE.
So Corruption will let me make Agafya stronger, too? A fuckable minion! Who wouldn't want something like that?
Hazel smirks, relishing in the idea of his little housewife blossoming into the perfect right-hand. It was impossible to know just how much she could grow... but improving his newest lover would help that much more in exacting revenge against Karkitz.
The needy woman reaches up and grabs his wrists, her breathing ragged and her eye looking down his body rather than at his face.
"Come on, you can't just tease me while it's like that. Stop zoning out."
Hazel laughs, pulling free of her grip. "Okay, okay... jeez. Who knew you'd start acting so needy after I fucked you so silly you couldn't even move for almost a minute?"
It's going to be a long day.
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"Good morning! Welcome to the inn!"
Hazel stood behind the counter, grumbling as Agafya greeted and seated the guests. He'd stayed the entire day and night without heading home, but now the reality of his obligations had taken hold: if he stays, he has to pull his weight. As long as he was working here, it also meant he didn't need to go back home to his father's place.
But his only skills at helping in a tavern were helping in physical labor: Agafya greets and seats them before she cooks meals, but the one taking meals out to the tables and cleaning things up was going to be Hazel. It was work most younger girls would do in a village tavern, but right now it was the only thing he could do besides making Agafya half-conscious from orgasms. All her pent-up lust, though, wouldn't let him have that many opportunities to use that as an excuse. But the big reason he was trying to help her was the third god who his God's Vessel was satisfied by.
Hazel sets the plates down on the table, ignoring the disgusted looks of the older couple and heading back to the counter where Agafya hummed away over her stovetop.
EXPERIENCE GAINED: 1 XP
If Berdina isn't going to let me gain experience, then I'll have to depend on Halstein. It's not much, but helping her out will let me earn experience in a way that isn't maxed out. But, more than likely, the experience will eventually cap out this way, too.
So far, Hazel had acquired at least 150 XP: most of it had been acquired from the vigorous lovemaking, but he'd acquired quite a bit working this morning. It didn't apply if he messed up, though; dropping a plate or failing to properly clean tables was seen as not loyally serving her, so he had to do it properly if he wanted any experience. At this point he was just trying to acquire as much of it as possible and hopefully raise his level. Nelk wouldn't be coming back to town for a while, but raising his spell grades and level would help better prepare for that inevitable moment.
"Hazel," Agafya calls, looking over her shoulder at him. "I have another order here."
He shakes himself from his thoughts, grumbling and moving to her side. He waits for her to properly shift the food onto the wooden plate before picking it up. "Where is it going?"
"Booth two. They're an out-of-towner, but they mentioned looking for someone. Given you know where most people are-"
"Because I don't get along with them," he interrupts. Agafya turns and scowls, immediately making him sigh. "I get it. I'm on my way."
"Thank you."
She turns away and back to her cooking, letting him head across the tavern with the plate-in-hand. The tavern's amount of booths weren't many since it had been hastily built and upgraded for military use, but the few they had were given privacy screen cloths in expectation of officers meeting there.
He pushes it aside and enters the booth area, setting the plate down without so much as a glance up at the out-of-towner. "Here's your food. If you need anything-"
"Are you a cambion?"
Hazel flinches at the question, finally raising his gaze and scowling. "Yeah, so what if I am?"
This new guest took his breath away in an instant: it was a Chimeric Demon. She wore a bodysuit that hid a lot of her lithe figure, but her dark skin and elf ears betrayed she wasn't human. She wore a featureless mask that hid her face, but goat-like horns curled and ran backwards atop her head in the all-too-identifiable feature of a Chimeric Demon. Her bodysuit's tightness highlighted her fairly flat chest and wide hips, but the leather padding around her chest, back, and hips was sturdy enough to match any set of iron armor.
Even someone as uneducated as him knew about these demons: they were the soldiers of the Demon Kingdom and the only ones who were known to travel were either mercenaries or criminals. Agafya had let this woman in out of fear of angering her... and he had just talked back to her.
Hazel bows his head, immediately regretting his reaction. "I-I'm sorry, people normally chastise me, so-"
"Do you have powers?"
The question makes him hesitate further, but he knows it's better to not lie to a demon. Chimeric Demons like this woman could kill him in an instant.
"I would not lie," he stammers. "I... do. I have kept them a secret from others, but... I can use magic. I do not know what my bloodline is, but-"
"I see. You may go."
Her cold voice dismissing him in such a way makes him quickly retreat from the booth. Hazel never felt such tension or fear... but he also couldn't believe his luck at seeing such a demon. Nelk was a goal for revenge here, yet now his mind was considering how possible it might be to make that woman his, too. Agafya was almost the exact opposite of her: whilst Agafya was filled out in all the right places and shorter than him, that woman was almost as tall or maybe taller with a lithe frame.
How can I get her to join me... and is it gonna take me using Contract?
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As the cambion leaves, the demoness sighs. She's thankful for her mask hiding her identity, lest lecherous scum like him feel all the more likely to attack her. It wouldn't be the first time a person tried to have their way with her.
Lady Orsha had said that her child wouldn't have the powers of a cambion. It's impossible to have survived so long within the Fringes to make it to another one... so that can't possibly her son. Not to mention his gaze: those pink eyes are the sign of an incubus, but none of Orsha's line would be so crude, even if they were a bastard. His human parent must have impregnated one of our lower class whores.
Her attention shifts to her food, finally removing her mask and setting it down on the table beside the wooden plate. Her deadened, gold eyes bore the mark slits of a ram: it was a testament to just how chaotic her pure lineage was. Few chimeric demons reached fruition with powers such as hers... but the great tactician had seen to it that she was hidden from the world and taught all these years to prevent wasting such a valuable asset.
It was for the Great Succubus that she was willing to give her life... and so long as Orsha requests it, she would not fail in determining the fate of her son. The child she left here would certainly have a grave someone remembers. All she had to do was find it and she could return home to a newfound freedom beyond anything the rest of her servants had.
Lady Orsha... for you, I will give my all. If that bastard somehow is alive, I will deal with him as you requested.
She picks up her fork, feeling the metal softly give away to her strength. She sighs and sets it down, instead taking her food in hand.
And if that bastard is somehow that man... then I don't care if his powers are awakened. The enemies of Clan Lovestruck will all die beneath my hooves.