Nilenna squinted at me, her glow radiating curiosity. “Why so shocked, little sister?”
I closed my mouth and rubbed my forehead with both hands. “Haaa...” I sighed, shaking my head before giving the silver Halve a scrutinizing look. “Do you remember a past life?”
Her smile widened. “Nope!” she replied excitedly. “All I know is my trial and Galeia. Did you know I didn't even realize I could breathe when I was born? I came across a Sentinel and ate it raw, too. It was hysterical!”
“Raw?” I repeated, a little disgusted. “So you don't remember,” I muttered with a nod.
She shook her head. “Big bro Perculis did, and Miraztor does, though! Big sis Yulianna doesn’t like talking about anything that isn’t our duty,” she scowled, “which is hilarious considering she just up and left for three hundred years. Maybe she’ll see things differently now—or maybe not.”
I arched an eyebrow, confused. “Why don’t you call Miraztor ‘big bro’?”
She winked, tapped her nose, and laughed. “He lost a bet! I’m his senior for now.”
I nodded in understanding. “What was your trial about? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“Hunting,” she answered briefly. “I was in a dimension filled with creatures I haven’t seen since. I showed up here after hunting everything.”
I hummed and smiled. “Sounds fun.”
“What about you, little sister?” Nilenna asked, brimming with curiosity. “What was your trial?”
I shrugged. “Cleansing Hell of the Abyss’ influence. Took a while to get it done, though, and some got away, as I understand it.”
“Sounds complicated,” she commented with a nod. “So you knew of Demons already?”
“I did,” I confirmed. “Spent a good while there. And...” I sighed, shrugging again. “I can only see them as food instead of people.”
“Hmmm...” She inspected my face for a few seconds. “Did you know of a Hellwalker while you were there? The few Demons I’ve met tell of a being of unrestrained violence.”
I nodded, pointing at myself. “Of course I know her. She’s me.”
“So my guess was right,” she said with a slow nod. “That’s useful information, little sister. We’ll leave Demon threats to you, then. Have you met any other Demons besides the one in Lumin Kingdom?”
I nodded. “Yeah, a noble there is married to one. They have a child, a boy. I gave the Demon a warning and left it at that.”
“I see,” Nilenna uttered, then grabbed my shoulders and tried moving me. “Let’s go to the cave for now. I have a lot of questions about the Demon matter.”
“Sure,” I agreed, walking into the cave.
Sonya looked over at us and huffed before going back to resting.
The silver Halve gave her a look and smiled. “She's very healthy. What's her name?”
“Sonya,” I replied, walking to the animal and rubbing her head. “She's a very good girl.”
My mount grumbled, yawned, and let out a content sigh.
“Do you have plans to breed her?” Nilenna asked.
“Eventually, maybe,” I replied. “A smaller Ratnak would be cute.”
“They are,” the silver Halve agreed with a giggle.
I turned to my fellow kin. “What do you want to know about Demons?”
Nilenna nodded and stored her clothes, leaving her in underwear. “You’re free to touch wherever you want,” she offered with a smile.
True perfection made manifest, Nilenna’s body was beyond anything the imagination could conjure. It was art made woman.
Nilenna had a slender, toned physique, with an hourglass shape and a defined waist that enhanced her form. Her midriff was firm, showing a hint of muscle definition that added to her athletic, fit appearance. Long, slim arms complemented her delicate hands, and her legs—shapely and toned—were accentuated by knee-high socks, which emphasized her toned thighs and added a sense of length to her silhouette. Her overall physique was curvaceous yet lean, giving her a striking, alluring appearance fitting of 'perfection made manifest'.
I circled around her, looking her up and down.
“This noble you spoke of,” she started, following my eyes with hers. “Who is it? Did anything of note catch your attention?”
I nodded, moving my hand to her stomach, where she lacked a belly button. I touched that spot.
Her skin was firm, warm, and smooth—softer than mine.
“Sef Punten, a Perco Human from Riverfield,” I shared, softly, gently, and slowly running my hand across her stomach, feeling her skin on my palm. “He became a Baron two hundred and seventy years ago, shortly after marrying Ronissa, who goes by the name of Rosalia.”
Nilenna arched an eyebrow. “You’re not letting me touch you?” she asked, amused. “What else can you tell me about the Demon?”
I stored my outer layers, leaving only my underwear. “Ronissa knew of Nerissa, the Demon that tormented Gordon. The latter approached her years ago with an invitation. Ronissa rejected it, likely not wanting whatever the other offered. That prompted Nerissa to attack Sef and their child, Rico. Ronissa defended them.”
The silver Halve looked at my crotch and nodded in understanding before placing her hands on my abs. “Did they tell you of their origins?”
I nodded, moving my hands to her hips. “Both came directly from Hell.”
Her eyes narrowed as her fingers traced the shape of my muscles. “Your letter mentioned that. How did it happen?”
““Hell was a prison for beings of the Abyss,” I explained, moving a hand to her breast and grabbing a handful. It was heavy and firm. “Those beings had the power to corrupt minds, which I inherited in the form of a Power Tongue. It’s what broke Elena’s mind and made her forget more than half of her life.”
She raised an eyebrow at my boldness but didn’t comment. “How does that answer my question?” she asked, cupping my crotch. “May I feel it?”
I switched my underwear to boxers, releasing myself from the tightness. “The beings of the Abyss corrupted Demons through whispers—ah!” I gasped as a shudder ran up my spine, stopping me mid-sentence.
Nilenna grabbed my cock and gave it a squeeze and a sly grin. “Not much of a 'little' sister, are you? Haha!” she teased.
I frowned. “Be gentle,” I complained, then continued both my exploration of her body and my retelling, “The corruption spread, and some Demons tried to control it, though I’m still unsure why. Then, time moved on and it manifested in being able to rip open portals to other worlds by sacrificing those corrupted.” I moved my other hand to her face and touched her cheek. “That's what I've concluded with what I know so far.”
She did as told, gently feeling my genital, but only for a few moments. Her hands moved on, feeling my thighs and butt. “So all Demons come from Hell?” she asked, her tone light.
“I don’t think so,” I replied, running a hand gently along her jawline, feeling the strength of her cheekbones. “We'd know for sure since something happened to them when they crossed over to get here.” I moved my fingers to her lips and gently opened them, looking into her mouth. “Both Ronissa and Nerissa told me their metabolisms were altered drastically.”
Her golden teeth were revealed in full, all thirty four of them. Nilenna's upper canines were as pronounced as mine, but not as long as an Elf's or a Luzo's. The lack of tusks was obvious from the moment I met her, and checking didn't seem to reveal any difference as to the lower canines. They looked equally sharp as mine, too. Her lips, however, were a wonder of untold perfection. Plump, pouty, and full.
“Nerissa fed on intense emotions like anguish,” I continued since Nilenna couldn't realy talk with my fingers keeping her mouth open. ““Her blood had an odd effect on mortals—triggering extreme arousal. Lapia, my partner that accompanied me to the Royal Palace, couldn’t stop talking about anal sex, and even the Queen offered herself as compensation after I killed the Demon.”
“That is indeed troubling,” Nilenna replied in Celestial, her mouth wide open and tongue still. “Mental influence of that kind exists in some plant monsters, but never in sentient beings.”
I nodded, fascinated with seeing someone talk without using their mouth. “Stick your tongue out, please,” I requested, then continued. “Ronissa fed on monetary gain and normal food. She did make a comment to the effect that that Nerissa seemed particularly drawn to her new feeding mechanism.”
Her tongue was long, silver, and looked absolutely delicious in how it glistened with saliva.
“What leads me to believe that not all Demons come from Hell,” I continued, gently grasping her breast tighter. “Undress fully, please,” I requested, then continued. “Is the fact that both Demons told me their groups got separated on their trip here.”
The silver Halve arched both eyebrows at my request, but complied, storing her underwear.
I looked at her breasts.
Entirely silver, the voluminous pair had light silver nipples.
“Nerissa's group numbered in the thousands, according to her,” I continued, then gently caressed the nipple of the breast in my hand. “It’s possible some had children who didn’t inherit the altered metabolism—or that not all of them experienced such a drastic change. Demons are Mortals, and you know what that entails.”
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She nodded slowly, her silver hair catching my golden light in a way that seemed almost otherworldly. “That aligns with what you mentioned in your letter. Nerissa arrived three hundred years ago, correct?” she inquired in Celestial, pulling my underwear's rubber band. “Get naked too, little sister. I have never felt nor seen a Halve Warrior.”
I complied, as it was only fair. Now a little over two meters tall, I was looking down at Nilenna. “Yes,” I confirmed her claim, and moved my hand from her mouth to her eye, then gently and slowly spread it open. “But time flows differently in Hell, so their perception of it doesn’t match ours.”
Her entire ocular organ was revealed as she stared into my own. The silver line crossing her silver iris and black pupil was beautiful that close.
It resembled a black hole, but emitted silver light that obscured the retina.
A silver hand grabbed my penis, slowly and gently feeling the entire length of it.
“You can pull the skin back, but I'll get hard,” I warned her, a bit embarrassed.
“Perfectly natural response to stimuli,” she observed, now actually talking. “Nothing to be embarrassed about.” She slowly, slowly, slowly, and gently, gently, gently, pulled the foreskin back.
Naturally, I got hard.
A female member of my species was touching my genitals. It was inevitable.
She looked down at it, carefully moving it around to see it from different angles. “Quite the size, little sister,” she commented in awe with a laugh, then looked up at me and changed subjects. “Three hundred years since that many got here.” Her lips curved into a contemplative smile. “And only one individual has gotten our attention. That's good, all things considered.”
“It is,” I agreed. “But there’s a pattern I’ve noticed in the way those two described their feeding mechanisms. It reminded me of something from my past life,” I shared, trying to cover her large breast with my hand, but failing to do so.
Her brow lifted slightly. “You remember a past life?” she asked, shifting closer with a curious glint in her eyes. “I suspected, but it’s good to have confirmation. Do share your thoughts, little sister.”
My eyebrows went up at her change of tone when saying little, but I let it go. I slowly released her eyelids and moved to her hair, but my other hand was still holding her breast. “There was a concept from my past life—a way to classify mortal flaws,” I started, slowly and gently running my hands through her silver hair. “The Seven Deadly Sins. They were behaviors or emotions that, when taking to the extreme, caused chaos and destruction to the self and others.”
Each strand of hair felt warm, strong, and incredibly soft to my palm and fingers.
“Seven?” Nilenna repeated, a hand going under my penis and towards my lady bits. “Why seven?”
A tingle traveled from my labia to my spine at feeling her fingers explore down there.
I quietly grunted and sighed, then continued. “It's not exactly seven, but the most common ways people harm themselves or others through excess or imbalance are represented as seven. Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath, and Sloth.” I let her breast go, following the shape of the stomach to her navel, where I spread my palm against her skin. “The names are self explanatory.”
Nilenna nodded. “And you see that pattern in Demons?” she asked and removed her hand from my lady bits, instead focusing on my thighs again.
“Ronissa fed on monetary gain, so it fits the sin of Greed, but there's no harm done to others or herself that I saw,” I pointed out, slowly encroaching on her genitals. “She actually gains vitality through that, which is in opposition to what I'm talking about, and that makes me think I could be wrong.”
The silver Halve smiled. “You can touch me there, little sister,” she encouraged me. “What about the other Demon, Nerissa?”
I grabbed a fistful of hair and lowered my other hand to her genitals, then pulled her hair a little to see if it would cut my hand.
Her genitals felt smooth, had no hair just like mine, and not too different from mine in shape.
“Ahmf~” Nilenna moaned, then went stiff.
My eyes widened in surprise at such a reaction. I released her hair and pulled my hand back. “What the fuck?”
She laughed, face bright, glow conveying embarrassment and arousal, and shook her head. “Sorry, little sister! What you did was just what I like so I reacted on reflex. My bad, haha!”
I laughed and gave her a few pats on the shoulder. “I got hard so we're even,” I chuckled, swinging my hips side to side, waving my erect penis around.
“Mhm, You did,” she agreed with an embarrassed smile, then looked at my moving member. “Stop that!”
I stopped and sighed, “Anyway, the Demons.”
She nodded, face still bright but dimming by the second. “The Demons.”
I nonchalantly grabbed a large breast with a hand and felt her stomach again with the other. “Nerissa, as I wrote in the letter, was very inclined to sexually torment Gordon through visions and nightmares, plus her blood was sexually arousing to mortals. She'd fit Lust.”
Nilenna's eyebrows rose on her forehead at my actions. “Is that what was draining his Life Energy?” she asked for confirmation, grabbing my breasts.
“They're very sensitive,” I warned her with a serious face. “I think Nerissa placed a spell or curse on Gordon, or maybe directly invaded his dreams. I couldn't get much information before I killed her.”
She nodded, taking my warning into consideration, but feeling me up nonetheless. “A regular Cleric can spot a curse even if they can't deal with it, and Monarchs tend to have the best of the best around them. The Demon must've had other means to do harm.”
I nodded, feeling tingles around my breasts. “I initially thought of possession, but I don't know if that's possible.”
She stopped her hands and looked up at me. “Possession? As in, taking control of someone else?”
I nodded. “Something like that, yeah. But instead of control, it would be just being there.” I grazed her nipple with my thumb and prodded her stomach. By Galeia these breasts are perfect, I thought with a smile. “Then again, she was outside in physical form, so maybe she was just sneaking into his room and giving him nightmares.”
“You've been awfully focused on my breasts, little sister,” Nilenna accused me with no basis whatsoever. “You can touch elsewhere, too. So we don't exactly know what the Demon did.”
I nodded, giving her titty a final gentle squeeze, then letting it go and moved to her arms, taking one in my hands. “And they don't have Classes like Galeian Mortals,” I added, feeling the skin and muscles of her limb.
“They do, though,” she denied my words. “Even when using True Vision.”
I hummed at that revelation. “Maybe you came across descendants?” I ventured. “The ones I met only showed their races when appraised, like an animal or monster. One was an Amikoneth and the other a Felyareth.”
“Unusual,” the big titty, silver Halve pondered. “The ones I met had Classes and were Invirineth. Does that sound familiar?”
I took her hand and inspected her digits, carefully folding her fingers into a fist. “Yeah, they were in Hell as well. Ronissa said they were the warriors of their kind. Got corrupted first, according to her.”
Nilenna hummed in thought as heavy as her breasts. “We have too little information, and Galeia granted them haven a long time ago so they're not considered an invasive species,” she shared.
I rubbed her palm with my fingers, checking the bones inside. “Not much we can do, then,” I concluded. “Kill whoever misbehaves and protect the rest from unjust persecution.”
She nodded, looking into my eyes.
I nodded back, meeting her gaze.
“Anything you would like to know?” she inquired, getting close to me and grabbing my ass.
I copied her, but felt up her back instead. “Do you crush your companions' cocks when having sex?”
She looked up at me with raised eyebrows. “What? No, haha! Who told you that nonsense?”
“I'm strong, and like men as well as women,” I explained. “So I was lead to believe it would be dangerous.”
“I see.” Nilenna nodded, then shook her head. “Mortals don't understand half of what makes us Halves work, little sister,” she started, pressing my erection between us. “For one, we're infinitely adaptable constructs. That extends to procreation with Mortal species. No matter the size, a penis will fit you. No matter your strength, you won't crush them. That only applies to living beings, though. You will crush a fragile toy, for example, even if its tougher than an actual penis.”
I hummed, a little conflicted and confused.
“I would bet those words were born of ignorance, little sister,” Nilenna assured me, looking at my glow. “They compare too much instead of thinking us as fundamentally different living beings. This cock-crushing you speak of does happen between mortals, though!” She revealed. “Which is probably what drove that ignorant comment. As long as we're involved, take any comment they make with the assumption they're wrong.”
I hummed in understanding. “About pheromones, I was told they override men's common sense or something,” I asked, following the shape of her body with my hands.
“Did a man tell you that?” she inquired, digging her fingers on my butt cheeks. “These feel indestructible, too...”
“No, a female Luzo,” I replied.
“Why would a woman's opinion on the male experience matter at all?” Nilenna succinctly disregarded Alyssa's expert opinion. “Knowledge does not mean experience, little sister. Wait... female Luzo? Did Alyssa Pruvik tell you that? The famous Cleric?”
I nodded.
She gave me a look that perfectly encapsulated the expression of 'this dumb bitch'. “You're denser than I thought, even though you have partners already... She may be trying to monopolize you, little sister. See through that lie and think of what it will accomplish: No men to pound you into a moaning mess with semen flowing out of you.”
I tried picturing it, thinking of a handsome Minotaur, Goliath, or male Luzo fucking my brains out and giving me creampie after creampie, all as a side dish to a banquet of orgasms.
It didn't seem bad at all, to be honest.
Would Alyssa really lie to avoid that? Such a contrived lie, too, I thought, feeling up Nilenna's voluptuous body. Yolin and Lapia backed her up on that, too. Why, though? They could just... tell me.
Then, a few memories surfaced.
Alyssa rejecting the idea of adding Bonte and Bromisnar as partners on the basis of being men first, then them being of the Medium-lived species.
Alyssa agreeing to the term cock-chaser to describe women who only liked men.
Alyssa agreeing to Lapia's comment that after experiencing me, men will disappear from Yolin's mind.
The notion of my girlfriend sabotaging my chances with men was more hilarious than anything. It didn't make me angry or sad, just amused.
Laughter escaped me at Alyssa's sly attempts to protect her 'territory', and more than that, at me for believing such outrageous lies.
Never once did Bonte or Bromisnar ask how the matter of Pokora's cycle would be handled, nor did Thelea bring it up to protect her own 'territory'.
Because it would either not happen, or the effect wasn't as drastic as the three told me it would be.
“That's funny,” I chuckled and released the silver Halve. “I think you're right. Also, I got enough of feeling you up. Thanks for that, Nilenna.”
She nodded, got dressed and smiled. “That was so heart-pounding, little sister! You have an odd fixation with breasts, though,” she accused me yet again.
I got dressed as well. “Nonsense,” I denied such baseless accusations. “Anyway, is there anything I should know?”
Nilenna shook her head at my audacity, then turned completely serious.
I locked in, ready for whatever she would say.
“Be very careful of big sis Yulianna,” she warned, pointing a finger at my crotch. “She'll definitely ask you to give her a child when you meet.”
My eyebrows joined in confusion. “How is that a bad thing? And didn't she had one with Perculis already? That's the rumor going around, anyway.”
She shook her head, her tone dripping with skepticism. “Two Halve Wizards trying to have a kid? Pshh!” She scoffed with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Good luck with that. But you? A Warrior practically radiating fertility? Oh, she’ll jump you, little sis. Big sis Yulianna is as obsessed with having children as you are with breasts! Miraztor turned her down, and Desseyr? Completely uninterested, you know?”
I frowned at her accusations towards me and the Wizard I was yet to meet. “I think you're underestimating Yulianna. She recently lost Perculis and you think she'll just jump on the chance of having a kid with me? That's just disrespectful.”
Nilenna sighed. “You'll see when the time comes, little sis.”
I bit my lower lip. “That much?”
She nodded. “That much.”