Too few followed me in after condemning me to the dungeon to repeat their act of control, only my bright-barrier had been staving off the encroachment of extremely hot and fast-moving particles, and many of those who entered nearly succumbed anyway from breathing pyrolastic air.

Even those who caught the least of it were choking, hacking and spitting up brown and rusty looking blood, some of which came up with black globular chunks inside. Those who caught more weren't breathing long, they were those who'd inhaled too deeply, heat pulls moisture and the air in their lungs was no exception. These were those fools who'd screamed against their instincts.

The world had very rapidly cooled the bulk of the heat in those minutes after, what was left would have been intense enough almost at once to moderately burn exposed skin, but while cold moisture could illicit automatic inhale due to its shock on the body any sensible person would have known not to breathe. First things first I tended to the injured women, there weren't many who'd made it in quick, but most were larger besides melee classes.

That was true for men and women, but only a couple dozen made it in right after of these larger melee class types, the people whose bodies had higher thresholds to the heat and very low oxygen absorption. Very low because of the high-heat, the pyroclastic dust, and the higher concentration of toxic gases including many breathed daily that were beyond safe limits.

Rogues and archers came next, more women than men this time by far, but more knights and warriors pushed in as well. These were some of the largest, but more of them were average sized and women. For the next minutes more than a hundred entered, and I addressed the women, passing over dead and dying men no matter their age.

Hundreds of mages and sorcerers came last, some few other classes with them in rough shape, but these folks had seemed to prioritize working together and saving mothers and their children. Even to their own detriment many had sought to help each other, alas, these were not a large portion of these inside. After the last woman caught her breath from quantum healing, I started my butchery again.

I wasn't the only one fighting.

The first man and another were fighting, it would go to the death one way or another, the second large man had pushed the others girlfriend roughly and she'd gone underfoot in a surge of doom the moment she had fallen in a place all were heading crammed like sardines. Only those up front saw and rushed anyway on, at least those behind were packed too tight to have seen, pushing all ahead with every iota musterable.

It was better both died then, a small mercy for the man who was in pain over it, but the other bastard I bowelled. After I bowelled him, I immediately caught plenty of his lower intestines to throw over my shoulders and strow about, that way I could multitask terrorizing with mutilating .

There were a few other cases like this, a loved one lost to a panicked fool, but one was a mistake the man involved made and blamed on a nearby woman who'd come in after him. Both were in too much shock to make good sense, he was eager to deny a mistake nobody saw him make fearing all had when none did, she was too shocked to defend herself logically.

Since he denied what his eyes saw, I took that to mean he had no further plans to use them, and since he wouldn't swallow the truth I figured he might like the taste of his liars eyes. The same eyes he'd planned on saying she was to blame with, come hell or high water, and seek vengeance on her for one way or another.

I pulled some of the intestinal muck out and slapped it into his mouth after his own eyes, cupping his mouth from behind with enough pressure I could feel his teeth crackling, though he threw up before swallowing the lot he had no choice but to for breath. Sadly, that was as far as my bowel body harness lasted before I slipped to their pull, all of about thirty feet.

I gently laid them down rather than cut them free, stomping and squelching with both feet as I passed over, taking shortened steps both times as I walked on and over them. To my delight I got a response from the makeshift doorbell, on the other side of it there was a ding-dong sounding.

Only a dozen or so were unwittingly stepping over and tripping in them, slipping and sliding, while that man howled for help twice between begging for others to get off of his guts saying he could feel them being trampled. The man who'd been attacking him had stopped, moved to help him a moment and then fled deeper into the dungeon.

It was too dark to see well just a few more moments. There was a last bastard, one who'd stabbed people and heaved himself upon them to get in a few seconds faster, and I gave him a worse fate than he'd dealt out. A knife to the spine from behind, shallow and subtle, I figured he had about three weeks before his lungs stopped working and he'd be paralyzed all of it.

Worse, he reaped what he sowed, and even worse he accepted this fate as just. I admit when I've done wrong, he didn't deserve just, so I cut a hole in his trousers and spread his legs. With a flat rock nearby I placed between them, I heard him trying to speak, but by the time I'd busted his balls for the last time he mostly groaned a scream.

I was sad he passed out to escape his pain, but glad it wouldn't be for more than a few moments. He wouldn't think he'd recieved just treatment, when he did, I bet. If he did, well, he'd only had his balls busted so far. There was plenty of justice left to take.

I'd really still wanted to kill two fellas, but their only crime was not leaving their shared party girlfriend sooner, I'd almost felt bad enough to try and go out and get the young woman to bring to them. That wasn't possible for me, not because I couldn't teleport out like the rest, but since I'd decided to keep her as my pet. She'd had two, why shouldn't I have one?

It was her idea, not mine, but it was a pretty good idea. Stringing her along, making her do all the dirty work, inviting her to fuck when I wanted and having her come along smiling sheepishly when I 'hinted' I might be interested, building her sexual angst and grief to make her more desperate when we coupled, fucking whoever I wanted when she wasn't around, and denying allegations of it to make her even more desperate.

How could I let such lovely light go? I'd only been with Kate as a human, that meant I'd gone over two thousand and twenty three years without sex, now I was determined to fill that gap. Elvish ass wasn't bountiful as far as size, but Elves vitality was well known, their fertility was as well. She'd taken all sorts of things to prevent fertility, yet, I wasn't interested in pointless fucking. Breeding was the name of the game.

Fucking for pleasure wasn't even a close second, not to the need to breed.

That said pleasure was nice; I'd never fucked a woman's ass, and no man had hers though many had tried, begging her for the tighter sensation her narrower body and even more narrow rectal walls and sphincter would give. This pride she held in being unbroken there and childless, I'd give her choice in one or the other eventually. For now, she was simply pinned subconscious in a quantum state.

Dematerialized and prevented from materializing, that was another way of looking at it.

When the first light bright enough to see by everywhere was produced, there was no great fuss right away, it took minutes of people calming for them to realize several were dead and even then none cared to reason out what had occured. Too little had been seen by too low of light, I'd been too fast while they were blind, still there was a few whose reason pointed out to them murders here.

Nobody cared, they were in shock before this by far, the shock of a murder was no extension nor great terror compared to the reality that lay over the surface. Things calmed down only after ten minutes when the Old-Gods arrived in mass, forty-one men and women with one less a male. They had their entire parties with them, but, that wasn't to last.

"Okay, people, time to get real serious and still. There's quite a few of us here. I'm sure we all agree that there are plenty of resources here, enough for everyone for quite some time, and that's true. Even if ten-thousand people were in this dungeon, the food we have access to on the prisoner level alone would last a decade or better. That's if it wasn't rationed, of course, and without losses to mouths or gains to food included.

"It also excludes fresh foods, we won't be finding any vegetation to add. Meat, fish and eggs of sorts are possible, but most fruits and vegetables won't hold out long." A very old male Old-God, clearly an Invulnerable type was saying this knowingly the moment he came.

"There's just a few divine-light-crystals down here for that, most are in this section to trade food for the work prisoners do, but the competition for that will be pretty high. Death-Gods like me eat a lot for Gods, the others are not so bad, but there's probably five thousand of us on this level and every one will be eating here every meal of every day.

"Well a lot of stuff was being brought down to trade or pay off folk, foods and drinks not bartered with prisoners by the imperial government. There is no official percentage, but my guess is about sixty percent of the hunger that was sated before by illicit trades won't be any longer. In other words strain on food stocks was inaccurate, by over half, that doesn't seem as bad.

"We'd still equal out some you'd think, the number of people half and the amount of food the same, though they'd be a little more hungry right?"

"You about to point out how since everyone is going to be hoarding and eating, as we all try to clear this imperial dungeon to the next division a lot of potential calories will be wasted? Or are you a food merchant?" A female Old-God asked, an Immortal, lovely of flesh but revolting inside for a reason I wouldn't get if I hadn't caused it. Love, she loved and cared too much, too just and knowing to be around.

"Neither. And I'm not suggesting we draw lots, or start eliminating competitors. In a way I'm about to suggest worse, those of us like me will do best trying to group up in our kinds and pressing ahead. Life-Gods will be those who need the least food, but, their combat abilities are lacking. I'd place them as having the best long and short term chance here for their metabolism alone.

"But they have higher immune systems as well, don't metabolize as fast though they can intake far more nutrients and minerals, all that adds up to they'll be healthier than anyone long after the food runs out and the least able of them will still be in these early middle floors when it does. Something to think about.

"They should group together in their kind as well, squabbles over differences and variable needs long-term will only make a party fall apart, plus all movement has to be manual with only one free teleport every full day period of time, at least for those of us like me who have no energy sources of illusion magic.

"A hungry fast group pushing ahead, and a full slow group lagging behind, with Gods in the middle. Demi-Gods mostly fall in just ahead of Mortals, eithers chances are minimal overall at best alone, but if they push in as we go forward we'll all have a pretty fair chance of survival. Apart and together in all the right ways."

"It comes off tactically sound for the right reasons, but if we applied that we'd be disrupting unity among our parties. Teamwork and synchronicity of a parties diverse competition are not accounted for, as well items and belongings being split up a party has earned together would be a major challenge to the group at large.

"Storage-items alone, those with them or with Materialization-spaces, we'd be creating hard feelings that bordered on guarantee for extreme conflicts. The whole thing reeks of subjecting everyone to be at greater risk to parties with only God compositions, the most lethal party could pick off all the others, and since unity would be at a low in the groups as a whole..

"Well let's just imagine that a second. We'd be adding more desperation and distrust to a depressing situation, more than is already normally going on in our minds. I'm not putting myself in a position where I can't trust anyone, can't rely on the people around me, and would have no love for the people I depended on to live.

"That's just stupid. If we fall or get lost, wounded or sickened, confused or exposed, our allies aid us and they know our strengths and weaknesses. Now may be a great time for some to decide to pick a better party, but not me or mine, we've decided long ago how we'd live or die." The Immortal Goddess finished, speaking with the Invulnerable God Elder guy, then she and her fellows confidently went on.

"Bitch. Of course she has no qualms, half her party are Life-Gods and the other half are Death-Gods, the whole lot have Storage-Items and Inventories besides the Death-Gods having heavilyy loaded big backpacks and a heavier loaded rucksack in each hand. Think they had time to prepare or what?" A man complained, putrid with malice rather than any emotion.

He'd said it too suggestive rather than letting out any obvious jealousy.

"Shut up you gods-damned mortal fodder, you'll be dust soon no matter what happens anyway, while we have centuries at stake." Another 'Death-God' retaliated, shooting it off annoyed before lumbering off slowly on his long legs, clearly less shocked than some. I almost wondered why I stayed at all, only, I knew it was just for the drama.

This was even better than staying up all night watching westerns while drinking whiskey, or drinking energy drinks and smoking weed while playing battle-royales all night, or even having sex dusk to dawn with nothing more than restroom and light refreshment breaks. Not as good as anime, hentai, VR-games, sleep or junk-food though.

None of those former things could ever last as long as the latter ones.

"Guess what you Invulnerable jackass, you can't revive in a dungeon and the church isn't around up there anymore. That means if you die, you wake up eventually up there where the world is barren, only this portal has already had about all it can take." It sputtered and died as soon as the words left his mouth, naturally I gave him this boost and nullified the warded quantum gate, to which he flicked out both arms.

Every good salesman deserves a break I like to think, really I was truly hoping someone would break his neck, but breaking his nose sufficed too. At least he shut up. What kind of dumbass delivered life saving intel to the guy who badmouthed him? Both guys were definitely dim-bulbs, nobody needed them unwittingly helping each other stay alive longer.

It wasn't so dark down here you wanted that kind of light around.

"Yo homo." I said in greeting to the individual, soon after the Death-God punched nosy-brain deadpan where his actual brain seemed to be, and waiting until the seconds before he passed me where he couldn't miss it. He stopped for a moment, gave me a 'Huh?' look, then stormed off giving me a thumbs up and smiling.

Literally didn't hear what I said at all, but it seemed only one other person laughed along with me, only their laughter wasn't the joy sane folk enjoy. To be fair, neither was, otherwise I'd never have made such a statement. Fag or Dike would've been proper then, more offensive to said person, a homosexual wouldn't be as offended by that word. Would they? Hm.

"All people interested in party changes, who are alone, or who-"

"Hey Elder, what's with all this shit?" A veteran imperial knight said coming up, indicating all the people around, another atypically older person where there had been only one who was male before. "I can't even make myself say that." The Elder Death-God replied, shaking his head, looking as calm outside as he was afraid within. "I can clear that, the gods-damned moon fell to the world." A woman said calm and clear, but anxious inside.

'Neko?' "Whoa. Perky tits, check. Perky mouth and attitude, double-check. Perked tail, checks-out. Perking coc-." "My fucking ice-cream burned and my fucking down-mattress melted. I knew ice-cream melted and beds burned, but this is the queen of all gods-damned disruptions to my sleep-cycles." Neko added, disgruntled and unmoved by the moon falling even a little.

"I've got plenty of both with me kitty, as long as you don't mind what you eat ice-cream off of and don't mind what you have to go to bed off of either, you'll get all you want and need of both with me." I offered such, not loud but completely immodestly and suggestively as she could please, and with both elders discussing loudly. As well there were plenty harassing an imperial official.

He was having none of that, not with all that happened, now he had to think for his men who were cut off for good.

Kitty was gonna be having ice-cream and down-mattresses, those ears heard my words over the sea of noise between us, and she flitted over like the type of butterflies I knew I had been blind to the beauty of until very recently. Gods-damned-idiot, whoever my former self was, blind to the best gifts the gods bestowed upon mankind. Easy women. "Really? You have a lot of both?" She asked, acting bashful and timid just with tone.

I could see her breasts cleavage and inner-thighs exposure both seeming to expand, as she subconsciously already began to be turned on, even before the truth was verified. Forget Pavlov's-Dog. Neko's-cat, now there's a real conditioner for your brain-hairs. Ring the bell and get dogs-drooling? Fail.. Ring it and get kitty-drooling? Hail. "Show it. Please?"

"Can you even see into Material Space?" She nodded after I asked. "I have an item for it." "Here, it'll take too long to sort through my space for you, take a loot at this ring I'll give you for now with what you want and what you need. There's more. If you take the ring, it's an agreement not just to my party, but to share more than pillows and blankets."

"I don't even know what to say." She said, immediately beginning to eat vanilla from a stout jar, catching a few ears and noses with the sound and ensuing smell. "I'm a Life-Goddess so don't expect me to fight. I'll fuck you all you can stomach, just don't make me cut your throat out or your dick off. I'm not sucking anything or taking it if you're longer than about this long."

She held the eight inch tall jar up. "If it's this wide, you better pick someone else to." The jar was about four inches wide, so she shook her head after looking at it and pointed to her fingers opened around an inch and a half wide a moment. "Find a more deep or wide gal if you need, I ha-oh- her-oo-zes." She said, scooping a bite down with the wooden spoon. 'I have other uses.'

Inch and a half my ass, she could take two wide that was just over seven and a half long. What did she think I picked her for? "We'll click then, and I'll fit. What else can you do? I'll need someone to cook for me, I can clean and dress myself but besides the obvious things and fighting or fucking, I don't plan on doing mundane chores."

"Depends. You get what you pay for, show me your space, I'll put on my housewife face for you if it's deserved. I may be in your party, but if you want be to be your go-to-gal, I need assurances. Lots of them." "And if they're too good to be true but real, what'll you bring to the table besides sex and warmth? I don't want you for company, y'know?"

"Oh no, see if that's true, you don't just get kitty upstairs and downstairs. Then the front and back doors remain unlocked, the water stays running fresh and warm, and the fire never goes out in the house. You get a mommy and a sissy that aren't your mommy and sissy, whichever you want and I'll know the one you need, plus I cook great and clean better. I'll lick you clean if the well runs dry, naturally.

"Literally and fully, but only if you have the goods, plus you need the power to kee- eh-." 'Keep them.' "It's a deal then. I'm sure it goes without saying though, if kitty wanders outside then kitty gets locked out." "Kitty never wanders from the cow." She replied sultry and sarcastic, but with all seriousness. Then she held out an item. "Go ahead, take your time as long as you like, Kitty might not get to go out but Master hands hunger for pretties.

"I'll be scoping out your sister party members now." She nodded, sat down the empty jar, and licked her fine lips clean showingly, revealing a tongue I hadn't noticed that stretched from the top of her nose to her chin before licking the cream from around her lips the second rotation around. She didn't drool, at least not right then, and she didn't exaggerate the motion slowly or erotically at all.

Just quickly and intimately, her tongue long but only that, not rough or flat like a cat's. Good thing she was almost like me, essentially heartless was close enough, otherwise we'd both be having it out with heart-demons. Me long ago and her after she saw what she wanted.

Mild breasts, on the further end of c-cups, pale with small pink nipples that triggered easily. A moderate waste, both toned exquisitely yet secreted under her thin layer of fat, at least until she splayed herself out. Slightly wide hips, abnormal for her lighter frame, and thick with ass and legs. She was five feet tall with nine inches on top, long and lithe.

Most of her hair was black and thick but short on her head, but a braid of her hair length ran down to inches above her tail, and her large black cat like ears and tail were only the more obvious things different about her. There was only the one other difference, alchemically transferring claws, although her eyes were shaped wide they were the same blue as mine.

Dark and vivid turqoise.

While she looked, her tail subconsciously moved up my leg, stroking all the the right pressures at the right times. I wished I could get erect normally, except, there was another gods-damned Life-Goddess mucking that up with her general presence around still. It only came off like a normal hard-on sadly, despite all her unwitting affections and her tails talented caressing.

"Come along, and bring your tail too." I said, pulling her over to where the party seekers were gathering, many a member trying and failing to coax others. Dividing of assets had begun, and, many who'd gone through this decided to wait around and opt for striking while the iron was hot, getting a replacement while the best were available.

Dozens took the time now to root out toxic or parasitic members. There were only a few of interest to me.

"Wait up Master. I can't control my tail when I'm thinking. About my tail; only grab it right at my back, never pull on it unless you grab it right there. No joke, I'll scratch your eyes out. Seriously." She barely interrupted herself. "I've only got a few hours to look. Plus, your attributes, statistics and skills are almost as hot as you. Your items are hotter, but don't worry, no humanoid is more attractive than those right now."

Her hands slipped up under my shirt and coat, then down my chest, where she kept them around my waist with her head against my chest. It might've looked intimate, and it was, but both of us had our eye on the ball so to speak. It was easier for her to see what she wanted with her head close to my heart.

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"What is your name anyway?" She looked at me confused. "Oh. No, I'm renaming you if it's Kitty." "Sorry, I'm Natalie Bentz. You?" She reflected uninterested, to which I didn't bother responding. Her claws did start to dig deeper the longer I waited to respond, but she wasn't interested in the answer, and my pain felt even better than joy to me. Other peoples felt better than boredom, by far, too.

Both of our pains at her being ignored and mine in her clawing, together they were better than love ever had been, I figured out what Julia meant now. The only thing was now I served and deserved, Natalie was getting the same treatment, but one star crossed lover alone is one too few at least. Whatever this feeling we shared, it was perfection.

Deep entanglement was too close and soft, clingy and penetrating forever. This was shallow, it only wanted to cling and penetrate to give and take pleasure, the feedback of growing pleasures together creating true ecstasy.

"I'm so done with you assholes, I told you if you replaced the mage with a melee class what would happen. Didn't I say I'd leave?" "Dick- Rach man c'mon." "You fuckin' seriously call me that and try to seem like you're friendly with me, and reasonably communicating, but you're the dick here Jack." A nearby party arguement, mostly the leader trying to cop out on preserving her resources.

They were plentiful considering most others had only a few days food, when she had years worth stashed back. Natalie's claws were about all the way in when she started to scratch. "I can't help it Rachel, you took that oath of silence about those gods-damned brats we couldn't save after a year together, it's been twenty and you never uttered a word. Yes, we call you dick behind your back, but only since you haven't spoken to us.

" Twenty gods-damned years habit for you and us, it won't break that fast Rachel!" "If you've been doing it that long you really are a dick! You, mister, don't you two want another level head that can pull her weight? I'm a level seventy-three Paladin, with Ki and Mana both, and I can use Light, Divine, and Lightning magics. I haven't spoken in twenty years but nothings the same now."

She asked me. Natalie was still burrowing; her head deeper into my chest cataloging, claws into my abdomen now, lists into her head of what she wanted and needed both, and herself into debts she was serving and deserving us with.

"No. You're d-cups are too much for me, plus you have thick pectorals beneath and fifteen inch biceps, but the last is the big issue. You're vagina is a foot deep, all you've done is piss with it and you're thirty, and it's the only muscle you haven't used sexually. A muscle is a muscle, use it or lose it I say, and you might be a virgin but you're loose as a goose.

"I'm not going to waste my valuable time, you trying to clinch around me would be like you using a sword instead of that great-sword, a waste of time, space and effort. Where and when you find a man with a foot long member, three inches wide, drop the useless weights and start lifting that one. Don't look too far, you'd fit Jack like a glove, turn around and look your ideal in the face."

She looked down where Natalie's tail was doing its mindless task, and blushed. Behind her Jack spoke. "I- That's- You're- Please don't look at me again mister. You may have telepathy, but privacy should still be respected. Uh- but uh, Rach? Maybe Rose will come back if we ask him, if you're really upset." She blushed even harder before breaking eye contact with Natalie's efforts.

"I'm sorry. Yeah I guess, go see." She covered her face and turned away, now convinced to try and court a man who clearly wasn't flustered by women. I smiled at Jack, who smiled back sheepishly whilst talking to Rachel, and both got all the wrong signals at all the right times before I turned my head. 'Break her heart, kid, let her return to her silent vow and keep her virginity. Er, vaginal virginity, at least.

'I wasn't quite that carnivorous, but if I was, it wouldn't be for a third leg pal.'

"Enough with this! I'm an Imperial princess-heir, I may only be the four-hundred-sixteenth heiress in line, but for all I know that might mean I'm the Empress now. You three, you, Elder, and pervert with the cat. You have the highest levels, I'm eager to survive with my honor intact, by that I mean my hymen to be exact. I'll marry the best of you, whoever I think can keep me alive."

Both seem shocked, I made my way over to examine a purchase though both were closer. Thing was, they were trying to decide who went, and hadn't planned on it at all yet. "I'm not interested on if you're Empress or not, but I won't claim humility or your beauty matters. Being Emperor doesn't suit or interest me, a pervert as stated correctly, but neither is a marriage proposal alone enough.

"I don't need any items, or sex at all, not from you anyway. I can provide for a full party indefinitely, and lead a party of twelve, but I need three things from you. First, renounce the title, it'll just get in your way and mine. Second, you fight with me, someone nimble with your abilities is a good asset. Third, you keep the bed warm, not provocatively but literally.

"You'll sleep on the same bed we do while Natalie is on guard and I clear the way, you'll have your own blankets so don't worry about anything filthy, when she is not on guard duty for our camp you will be. In that way, when I'm not moving, I'll guard third shift between you two sleeping and guarding. I'll spend time with Natalie each day, mostly I figure twelve hours a day moving is plenty."

"Twelve? Four hours rest each night for each of us, huh?" She asked, looking curious. "You misunderstand, I've got something that will let me teleport here, the type of deal where you have to manually move two points of reference for teleportation to places you can touch. Basically, you and Natalie, you two won't have to move.

"Since you'll have eight hour guard shifts each, I'll want an hour or two from you watching my back when there's trouble when it comes, but only trouble you can handle. Do you have additional terms?"

"I can think of plenty but only the important come to mind. Food, drink, shelter, safety, comforts, defenses and offenses, wealth, I'll need to see these to my satisfaction but you'll also need provide adequate attributes, statistics, skills, abilities, espers and elements, you mustn't have any disease and have to be fertile, and I would considerably prefer if you were purely human. Ninety-six percent is the minimum.

"Also, aspects would be preferable, but one would do."

"Prefer? Did a gods-damned Valkyrian Empress-heiress just consider a non-human mate?" A Demi-God asked from nearby, this one a hybrid of some taller humanoid and demi-species. "That's just semantics, but that's actually a high standard a few notches. Most are Pixie and Elf mixed beyond the thousand mark of human blood." A like looking dwarvish figure in his party whispered.

"Damn. Can you imagine the kids she'd have? Toe-Joe!" The man responded, both some of the furthest away from the group, waiting for any stragglers leftover. "If you have a way to quickly and reasonably check all that, then, by all means. Help yourself." I responded, pretty sure now there was no chance I was going to hold up to scrutiny. It was a shame, but I was just level one.

"Is this fine?" She asked, pulling out a hairpin from between the ends of two white gold combs curving around her head, they had blunt starts and ends like dull horns with sharper briars between and rested just above her ears, the pin looked like a similar alloy but it was something different with a small gem in it. "I suppose. Where do you have to stick it?" I asked, when being obvious.

She grimaced a small moment, and then, after a literal subconscious twitch she his from others stomping her foot in a pout gave me a pointed look after turning her head from and back to me. A little frustrated, not enough yet, this had to be carried out with utmost care. She came from a higher position, one I couldn't acknowledge.

"It doesn't stick, silly, it just gauges. I only need you to hold it a moment, how long depends on several factors, but you can amplify the energy you give it to make it work faster." I could tell it from her mind, but, her youthful voice as an eighteen year old sweet thing was hard to pass up on hearing. Exquisitely tapering and lusciously wavy ash-blonde hair. It was done up in a large, thick and long ponytail high, but four pigtails on the back edges of her head.

With a dress that was like Julia's robe, but all thigh and most cleavage showing, she had a fair and fine but almost frail looking body yet it wasn't hidden by loose clothes like hers. This womans clothes fit snugly, pretty snugly, not skintight but nearly there. Frail she looked, but she was a fighter, her body just hadn't caught up physically to her mentality.

Smaller c-cups than Natalie, but she was wearing a bra instead of wrappings, her hips were a little slender but with that tiny of a waist it was only more natural. Natural or not for her hips, her waist was nearly a concern, while she wasn't showing ribs or starved there was little muscle or fat either. This woman was soft, very soft, tender and gentle even though she considered herself the toughest.

I handed her pin back a moment afterwards.

Natalie went with it, looking at an illusion scroll that extended from the pin, both looked long enough that after a few seconds the others the woman called out. "Majesty, forget him, I'm a hundred percent and I know it. My father was Akyrian and my mother was Revenian, both human." "You've got an Elvish tone to your voice, and Pixish quality to your skin." She said with a light tone but briskly, never breaking contact with the scroll.

Natalie moved to pull the scroll closer to herself and realized it was an illusion, both the woman and myself shook our heads, only I did it obviously while she barely revealed it herself. "If you just saw those, you're slower at reading than me, why would you take it anyway when I'll be done faster and remember more of it?" "I'll owe you one, it beats trying to sort that maze with your mind, even neatly arranged and sorted. Even spread out, too much." Natalie complained.

"I can't believe you wasted time looking at items, really, a person with Mana, Materialization, Transference, alchemy and energy at these levels shouldn't require looking at their items at all. What he can't make, he can get." "Empress Valkyrian, what about me, I'm an Emperor-Heir and you know my background. You can't trust him. His level, it's all-."

"Yes he killed a bunch of people outside and inside, went from one to sixty-three, but he really is fully human and a superior prospect. Besides Prince, I'd take him up on his offer for his attributes alone, and he doesn't have any luck. I'd almost entertain a dwarf with every attribute half-maxed and every skill maxed out."

"That's pretty unlikely, if that's real he couldn't come by it naturally. Sounds like possession, but be possession." I allowed him to draw his sword, mostly because it was iron, and I wondered what the hell a sword of pure iron would do to me. Instead Natalies claws cut cut three chunks out of its center, and the top tip and bottom half with the hilt all hit the ground. So, probably nothing again.

I checked to make sure though, slicing it through my arm, verifying iron was not more or less effective as it passed through and drew little blood. "What the fuck are you killing with this thing?" I asked suspiciously. "It's a weighted sword, heavy to condition oneself with and ornamental. He's just too princely to know he's as likely to kill himself as any around with it." Heiress said.

Natalie was already reading at items still, lower ones, but only for awhile.

"For you, no act is too little, and I hate you for it. I'll play mommy and sissy that aren't yours Master." Natalie vowed as if formally. "Grub, not Master." "That title bothered you of those three? Even adding the last bit, it's a bit..isn't it?" The Elder Death-God added, started to ask about my attributes real volume, then passed. He had his party of Death-Gods, the best, and they'd made him leader so they followed as he left.

"Must I renounce the throne? I can't see why you wouldn't be a good Emperor candidate, even by level seventy in this division."

"That's why you must, and why it was concession one. If you happen to reform society under even the same banner later, then that's fine, but I'll never set foot in it. There won't be an empire in this world for some time." "There won't likely be any for me if I do renounce it, there's no longer a moon for any world to forge imperials by any longer. The alchemical raegants are lunar charged."

"What would it take to compensate your losses? And do not say the moon, what will you be losing with the title?" She looked abashed and confused. "I mean, my title, but that's not easy to come by. Do you think genetically passed tattoos grow on trees to fall at peoples feet like subjects? They don't, and I'd lose my charisma, I've already lost incomes and properties. They were destroyed. I've lost enough, given too much!"

"Have you though? You gave nothing so far, and you lost nothing. You're alive, you aren't going to be misused, and it's not as if you have an empire. There isn't one here to rule." She clucked at that. "There is, Death or Life, when you're raised Imperial to Old-Godhood from Royal Life or Death, you gain the aspect of the other. Your kids will as well. That could be our kids with those long lives, long enough the oldest Old-God hasn't died of age yet.

"Won't you reconsider in light of that prospect? Even if not an Emperor and the line has a closer successor here than me, together we could govern a large town as it's King and Queen in another division. You have the resources for a great start towards another city!" She added the last through gritted teeth, quietly. Conversations had picked up around us, they were loud already, but they were a bit loud and quiet.

The timing went off in peoples speech patterns, they were listening to her more all of a sudden then, but what had she said? "No, I don't have any Raegants, I said I was over four-hundredth in line did I not?" That was it, she'd noticed me looking around at people, though I was just trying to warn them more passively. It was far more intimidating to the sensible.

The sensible didn't need concern theirselves with the type you had to yell at to hear just a piece of what you were trying to say, as if in another language.

"Don't blame us. Shit, lady, you're actually going to trust a murderer who invaded the capital. It's just ain't every day an imperial throws herself at a man with a Cat-Clan woman hanging on him, no it ain't. You shame yourself." A demi-species with features of some mammal I did not know exclaimed, shocked and confused, having come in from out of sight.

Quite a few had, imperial positions and prisoners I assumed, as well. "Guess we won't be arresting that one. Did you know what he was?" An officer asked a chunky shrugging elf who couldn't be bothered. "I spent the last ten minutes trying to rinsing and relocating a mans guts, I was just doing as a party member suggested, and since the fellow needed healing nobody seems to give a shit about I didn't mind."

I marked out the offending party leader who was a champion class, the only one here, or at least they were the only one in this division. All I could glean was her class, and that she was the other Life-Goddess with love too intense to be comfortable around. Her fury at me didn't come close to making her acceptable to be around. "I'll do as you ask, I'll accept the terms, but you have something to replace what I'll lose. Two of it."

The empress forgot herself. "Yeah I do, but, you still haven't provided me with adequate sense of what you bring to the table. All I know is you can use the six lesser espers, touch on the seventh and that you're a rogue or something, but so far as the rest I'm at a loss. I lost my memories not so long ago now, my conscious ones, so aspects. Explain those too."

"Supernatural abilities; elevation your mental dynamic, ascension your spiritual dynamic, proto-tension your physical dynamic, deliberation your inertial dynamic, and reflection as your total and last dynamic. You can regenerate qi-energy, and you can absorb quantum-energy, but you're Immortality and Invulnerability shouldn't work.

"They're just reflected right, so I don't change inside or get wounded outside to need invulnerability, it's you guys who're doing it wrong. Why waste all that energy to be reborn if you're destroyed when you could use it to restore damage passively even as it is occurring? Why worry about your body changing and getting old, death comes for all, getting to a central state inside and keeping it out of time would be wiser.

"Fools." "Huh?" The heiress asked, and I seized up a little. "I'm backwards. Don't concern yourself with it, only, inertia and I don't get along. There's too much movement in stillness, and too much stillness in movement, to say things moving or resting tend to stay that way unless acted upon by outside forces is redundancy and fallacy both. Mass and space, time and energy, all is one thing in balance.

"The nature of everything is everything and nothing, any rule made is breakable. Mass has gravity, gravity collects, time passes, states change and yet everything remains as it was. The universe expands, but it never contracts. If all mass was one point in time, by nature it never would have exploded with the big-bang. There are no rules, just guidelines."

"Alright, note to self, don't bring up that word ever again. Is this pin broke, or was that some code, or are you a Lunartic?" "Lunartic?" "Princess here is asking if you have moon madness, you know? Like do you often go nuts under a full moon, or wake up not knowing how you got where you were?" Natalie offered.

"A werewolf?" I countered.

"Not a gods-damned werewolf. Some people, Old-Gods, from before the worlds were cleansed took centuries to wake but they moved through the divisions too slowly to survive. Those that tried to find a connection to what had imbued people with their first gifts when the division worlds were born, they more or less died comatose all their last days. Most anyway.

"Those I'd heard of that lived were killed because they had no control. It was worse around a full moon but not like a werewolf. 'Thoughts they had but never speaking, both eyes closed and neither peeking, always wander without seeking.' It was supposed to be a joke, since you seemed so out of it for a moment and after the sky fell.

"By the way, I'm not a princess like that Natalie, beyond the tenth successor you're not even a high priestess. By a hundred, to call yourself a minor nobles equal would stretch the truth. There's surely one higher than me alive in this division. My name is Hale Allia Valkyrian, I have three aspects, two you know. Invulnerability and Immortality, the former useless. If I die, I'll be dying for awhile up there after.

"The third aspect is Organization. All of my senses remain functioning, as long as my heart or brain remain, my body can repair itself in time with only the energy I have. Even if I can't aid in it consciously, what was once a useless aspect for me is now a boon. I was a Death-Goddess before I drank the raegant and took Life in. I don't have much for combat skills.

"I'm level thirty-four, my attributes aren't half-max but they aren't half baked, none but my strength is under twenty. It's only eleven. I only have a few physical abilities, they're primarily environmental navigation, other than that they're evasive though I have a singular counter-offensive ability. I can catch arrows or light thrown weapons. I do have utility skills, I don't see them doing good here.

"The arts just weren't meant for a dungeon long-term. So do I pass or fail?" "Pass. Well now we need to find a goos place for the first reference point, where we'll set up camp, that's all. Ideally where water would provide what we need, to drink, wash, flush away waste and everything else." "Wait. I'll need a ring from you, and a promise of marriage, you'll have to be faithful after too.

"We'll be commoners, by imperial law, if one of us at least isn't officially an imperial." "Fuck what a waste of time. Apologies." I'd have tilted my hat down but I'd lost it in the scuffle above, so I strode off with Natalie following. "Wow you're more impulsive than my clan was pre-division. I thought she went the other way more some by her look, but I was wrong."

"Well don't sell yourself short yet, she's more interested in you in a way, only she tried to sneak in a whole lot of leverage at once."

"I noticed. Marriage, faithfulness, and a ring." "I know. I mean we haven't even consummated our own yet, I can't get married twice on the same day. Today is ours." "Don't joke like that, I might not be a pure specimen, but I'm not above hurt feelings." "Maybe you should check the party contract, dear, hope you don't mind." "You didn't. You can't do that, I'd have heard of it." "Check. You just heard."

"Oh great. Well now what? She won't bow and you won't, I'm not staying up longer than ten hours a day at most. Plus since we're married and I have equal rights, today is my day off. I already did the hard part. Go pick anyone, any living being with sense." "About that; I have someone already, but sense is something she does too well, I'll need your help to break her will."

"Nope not doing it. Sounds like rape."

"What if I said she'd been pinning two best friends against each other for herself, using both since she was thirteen, and having both holding her honor whilst halving her legs for every famous man who'd take her that passed through town? She'd never admit it though each knew what they heard yet denied reality over her words? You want to sleep fourteen hours a day minimum?

"And have a day off every other day, minus guard shifts, ones you can sleep on and still watch?" "You're right of course, honorable husband. A woman with a hunger like that would go crazy, with only one man and his sleepy wife all the time. How do you plan on keeping her around though? I don't know if this climate would work now, wouldn't she go where the bulk went?"

"Some will stay, and be cautious, they'll prepare wisely. She won't arrive awhile then."

"Women, soft men, and Life-Gods will, mortals and Demi-Gods. What's she? And how do you mean, won't arrive awhile then? You've belayed her?" "No, she's been kidnapped, catnapped may be a better term. You have her after all, at least now." "Oh do explain that, and if you've impregnated me with anything inhumanoid, so help me, I'll leave with everything.

"Now we're married your space is mine and my lack of one is yours, this ring gives me full access, even if you die."

"Of course. I didn't know, but it's fair." "Make the camp already, I'm hungry and that princess wasted so much time. Provide husband." "Well I guess we can just use alternatives, build a recess and fill it without use of a spring. We'll make a permanent one later." She nodded, and in a few minutes we had a decent livable two room area. It was not connected to the dungeons paths. It was in its walls.

It was nice to sleep, shallow feeling though it was now, I didn't go to bed with any lingering anything. It felt like a fog was clearing as I'd woke though, not regretting my actions the day before, but regretting something I could not remember I had failed to do. An unknown my mind couldn't reach, as its perspectives had been lost many ways. It didn't last long. I awoke almost faintly startled.

The sensation was like burning, pleasure, it was passion. Lips, kissing, licking ever so gently again and again. My lips, my cheeks, my shoulders, my chest, stomach, neck, ears and then my tongue. I'd awoke to the last and invited her tongue in with my own, bearing down and around her tongue with mine, largely giving hers the feel of the more sensual underside of my own. Tasting hers was sweeter, but I relented.

At least, until my hands touched her first it was all gentle.

I started massaging at her center, low, rubbing with all fingers to fickly warm labia and press her first. When she grabbed my wrist sharply after a few moments, panting a little between breaths into the kisses and parting more now to let me look at her, I had to wrestle her hand at my wrist to get my moistened fingers to her clitoris.

Panting into our kisses now some with the pressing done, heating came next. Wet or not heating was part of most any good reaction, like pressing, too much of either at the wrong time and you get the wrong outcome. Apply while wet, isn't that what the stickers say? Never be as impatient with a woman as those stickers. When she is trying to keep you out, but her instincts keep making her pull you in closer, remove until dry.

Replace hand with knee, her over you makes her feel in control of her pressure with the heat removed, but gravity and instinct are against her as well as mass and time. Heating turns into drying, but dry or not, her womanhood will keep weeping for you. This is about the time the tables turn, but positions don't shift yet like she wants, hoping to start over from the bottom and try this at another angle of attack.

The battle is just beginning, angst is building and she is tiring, all the control she has tries to pull her back and that's away from what she needs. Her hand goes to you, this time with a touch like begging, after all any good turn deserves another. Drying for her, drying for you, then when her hand first gets the least bit moist you return yours.

It's like a game of freeze tag, where you're both on the same team and opposing ones.

But this time mouths and hands are both in similar scenaries, vaporizing, the pleasure deep enough now to feel the same melting feeling a first kiss once brought. Guiding comes next, she tries to point you through both of your underwear, but there's too much of all of these forces to bow out and back off from the current predicament.

Cool heads would have prevailed, but they'd have had their fun and called it quits soon, the hot heads are only starting at that point. Grinding is the solution, lower to match the upper, hands having already explored all, kisses unbroken for too long starts making you regret it can't be permanent. This closeness at these times feels inescapable.

Pressing, heating, drying, vaporizing, you feel all of them high at the head and low at the pelvis where your most sensitive and sensually stimulated parts are found. Parts meant to connect and disconnect with others, besides their usual functions, a thought that could disgust until you discover it yourself.

I could feel where she was divided and empty, but raining as if to sprout seed in moist earth. She felt where I was singular and full, but drying as if to carry sunlights warmth through the air to make us whole together. Ice came only the moment we parted, only long enough to strip rapidly, before starting over. Friction really explodes then, and the feeling of hair adds excitement, it's like grass under bare feet in a way.

Better by far.

Earth and water, hers. Air and fire, his. Lightning and ice, theirs, the storm between, the balances and contentions. The hail and lightning come together in orgasm, like a lightning striking you weak, for to chill excited nerves and relax. Except that's far away, they've just connected, and while it starts slow that doesn't last.

Labia lock on like lips suckling, dragging against entry, but as much against egress. Quick like moans and subtle shakes show her toils are done, it's time for the halftime, one hand washes the other after all. It's easier for her to be weak lying down, and him to be strong at leaning up over her at this point. Neither speed nor force is required any longer, this is the great contention before balance is restored.

Full-cycle, both delivered full-circle.

Each extensions becomes like a dance neither would miss a beat of for the world, that is within ability to deal with, and finally his signs show at the end. Holding onto each other like the storm might dare take either apart, he throbs at the end of his reach and pulsates, she clenches at the end of her reach and quakes. It's not ones lightning, not alone, that which strikes down the seed into fertile soil.

From his liquid and into hers, liquids become a solid, simply an ice like quality besides the cooling relief each feels after the energy and anxiety and tensions are all gone. There's a gentler love to waking up that way, stuck together, her too dry to let you out and him too swollen still to do so. That situation has remedies aplenty, water would do, the pain of it and caution could make him unswell.

More than likely, you wake up far worse off starving for what caused this issue, more gently and slow now because both are tender. She isn't used to being in the open where it's cool and dry, he isn't used to the closure where it's warm and wet. If they weren't sore, falling asleep like this made them so. Their elements are different, they can't linger forever.

It's time to part ways, just, slowly.

Starting the sex all over again without even realizing how you really woke up like this, you go slow, when you're buried alive you always move the most careful. Both are too tender to make the same go, yet, the pain and pleasure are both enhanced. Even for him in this state multiple ends with one cause are not uncommon.

For me it was three, then, and her one. The opposite of the night before.

There were new people who'd been here and newer who'd arrived a last time, people we'd see few of, those who arrived from the upper floors seeking the push towards survival with limited resources. The race started as I scouted the next morning-ish time, to see how others fated. Little happened worth studying others over, but I saw the next murder occur.

Hale was using an illusion of Natalie to lure a man targeting her illusions storage ring. It was one of my less notable mind fucks, but since I'd not long awoken and left her sleeping it wasn't possible. I knew illusions when I saw them. "Welcome Cuz, to the Winners Circle. Let that be a lesson to watch what you say, when and where you do."

"How else do you lure out treachery? You sleep okay last night? What were you doing besides running my trap line?" "Wishing I took that warm bed offer, though a warm meal couldn't hurt either." "Breakfast is possible, bedtimes over though."