It’s difficult to describe my experience with Silent. But, after comparing experiences with other system users, I eventually found a situation that fits. My experience with Silent was much like how a 16yr old girl must feel when dating a 40yr old wealthy businessman. Silent was the kind who would drive a 2021 Lamborghini Huracan and wear expensive suits. Usually, she’d take me to her apartment and use me until she grew bored before kicking me out. This time she wanted to try a delicate touch.
Our first stop was her favorite stylist.
Silent enjoyed a grooming session by a group of catboys. That was the only way I could describe the cat-like humanoids brushing her fur. The boys brushed burs, sand, and the occasional tangle out of Silent’s fur while a group of catgirls washed and styled my beard.
“Red, have you ever been pampered like this? While I can’t come here every day, I at least visit once a week. I can’t wait to show you how soft my fur can get. Do you think Kale would sell you to me? Then I could pamper you all the time.” Silent said.
“No!” Everyone in the shop paused. “I haven’t experienced anything like this before. Are you sure it's ok to spend so much money on me? Don’t you have other husbands?” I asked.
I saw a flash of her teeth. “Are you jealous?” Silent challenged.
“It's strange to me,” I said.
“In your land, it’s the reverse. A man might have one to a thousand wives. So many are no better than slaves taken from conquests.” Silent said.
The memories I held from both worlds disagreed. If a man beats his wife, then the wife’s family will come to kill him. And if a wife cheats on her husband, the woman, and man face charges. Those charges can go from a monetary fine to a beheading. So I searched my former’s memories for the answer he’d give.
“Might makes right, and why shouldn’t a man have many wives. A man can impregnate many women while a woman can only become pregnant by one man at a time.” I said.
Like I wouldn’t know the defenses for harems. I’ve read more than a few harem manga since the old days of Rosario Vampire. So a debate in efficiency was mine to win or lose.
“You’re right might makes right. I’m bigger and stronger than any male human or hyenoid. They are my husbands because I say they are, and if they disagree, they can go beg on the street.” Silent said.
The catgirls pulled me from the tub and dried me off. Then, a few artists gathered around me and began painting my body. For hours I stood still as they panted numerous designs on me. Not even my balls and dick were spared.
I thought about Kale and what she must be doing now. Was I on her mind? King was still out there hunting the citizens of this city. I imagined he had some way to bolster his health pool with their flesh. Was he bluffing about flesh craft being the least of his skills?
The odds weren’t in my favor. If I was to fight King, then I needed to do it on my terms. I never read the art of war, but I listened to all the youtube videos on it. Well, between the double ads.
What parameters did King have? Charisma had to be one of them by how he made me raise my hand with a suggestion. Magic was probably one and probably Intelligence too. King bragged about how his skills worked well together. Wisdom was known as the other side of Intelligence, but that might not be what he meant. His health bar was concerning. Did that mean he had a parameter that gave him a health bar? What about Agility and Strength?
I thought about what I saw and how King moved. His body was being impacted more than it was driving itself. That was either telekinesis or flesh magic. Could King have dumped Strength and Intelligence for other parameters? If so, what would he have chosen? Parameters numbered in the hundreds. There were colors, ideas, and even the names of deities. Guessing all of King’s parameters was impossible.
My mind traveled to motive as I tried to ignore the ticklish brush strokes from the catgirls.
Why didn’t I study criminal psychology when I was in community college instead of accounting or computer programming? King was an engineer. Not a chemical engineer like Fister, our other friend from work three years ago. I hoped to God Fister didn’t go psycho, or it was probably poison gas for everyone. My thoughts about King’s engineer status made me think about the time he explained how cars crumpled under impact. I could imagine someone like King would have modified his body to do the same.
Punches might not do much against the guy. That health bar alone was going to be a problem. If that guy could compact his body like a car from impacts, Force Body wouldn’t cut it. So that left me with Marksmanship and my AR15.
Could I trick myself into believing King didn’t already have a counter for it?
“Alright, all done.” One of the catgirls cheered.
They pulled me towards a mirror, and I was shocked. Shapes and patterns covered my body, including a black heart shape over my chest. Many of the stenciled designs reminded me of Egyptian hieroglyphs, while others resembled khatt or Arabic calligraphy. Despite the difference in artistic choice between the catgirls, they managed to pull it together towards my chest. I honestly didn’t mind not having my loincloth if I wore this. While I still felt a horrible draft, I didn’t feel naked.
“Do you like it?” One of the catgirls asked. She was a cute think with orange hair about the size of a 13-year-old girl.
I turned my face from side to side, admiring how my beard appeared as a great ink well with the script flowing from it. “We had to use a special ink when we figured out the toughness of your skin. I didn’t know human skin could feel like iron.” Then, she jabbed me with a needle. I recoiled on reflex, but the tiny needle simply bounced off my skin.
“Windy Day tried to get out the Mythril just to see if something would work.” The catgirl said.
“I like it, thank you,” I said.
“Cloudy Sunset, how much do I owe for the stencil job?” Silent asked.
“Oh, we were going to have to toss that ink out anyway. The magic goes sour after a couple of months. But you never know when an Ogre will roll in demanding some ink.” The catgirl tapped her chin. “50 copper or 50 Bank Rolls, whichever is more convenient.”
“You’re taking bankrolls now. I thought that was just a fad created by that crazy human magic engineer.” Silent said.
“Customers like the feel of it more than coins, and they can be stacked due to the nature of the currency its almost impossible to copy. We won’t have to worry about alchemists transmuting lead into gold and blowing up the world anymore. They’ll be too busy messing with inks and chemical ratios.” Cloudy Sunset said.
“Are you saying that alchemists are splitting atoms with magic to make gold?” I asked.
“Is that what they’re doing? We just deal with the fallout. Fortunately, those madmen can only try their transmutations once.” Silent said.
“Yes, I’d be grateful for fewer explosions and invisible poison gas while I’m trying to nap.” Cloudy Sunset said.
All I could think about after that was mushroom clouds on the horizon and roaming clouds of fallout. Maybe magic had a way to deal with that problem. Should I have chosen radiation? Maybe fallout wouldn’t be such a big deal with that parameter. Then again, it could have made me radioactive. That would have been a nightmare.
Another thought came to mind. Counterfeiting anything would make it worth less, whether that’s gold or currency. If someone managed to make more gold than mined or in circulation, then the value of gold would go down. Counterfeiting a currency had even more problems. I predicted an IRS-like agency would pop up in response to any counterfeiting organization if paper money took off.
Silent laid her hand on my shoulder, and for a moment, I could pretend she was a normal woman. They had done an excellent job on her. Her coat practically glowed under the glowing crystal bulbs surrounding the shop.
I reached out and grasped her hip and gasped. That wasn’t a manly expression by any means, but I wasn’t myself. Sensations had become different for me. Her soft fur felt warm, comforting, and even inviting to my touch. The spots danced around my fingers as I brushed them through her warm, freshly groomed fur.
My worries fell to the wayside, and even my shoulders relaxed as I played with her fur. Something was relaxing about petting her. It was comfort, something I missed after a week in the desert. That made me feel almost human again.
Ding!
8th Quest
A Pleasant Date
Stipulation: Earn 10RP with Silent on your date.
Reward: +10RP with Silent, +1 Silver Skill Die, +1 Bronze PARAM Die
“Oh, is my shy human warming up to me after all.” I pulled my hand away and stepped back.
“I like your fur,” I said and felt my face heat up.
Ding!
+1RP With Silent
Silent 33/100 Innocence turns her on; She believes your date sounds promising.
Ding!
Quest Requirements
1/10
Alright, I could do this. If I just got 9 more RP, then I wouldn’t have to put out. And even if I failed, there weren’t any failures in this one.
While I’m known as a more adventurous system user later in my journey, I began the morality and preconception of my original world held firm. While I doubted having sex with another sapient species would be outlawed, I was sure my mother would disapprove. If my brother ever found out, the jokes from him would be insufferable. Those were the thoughts that restrained me from partaking in the pleasures of the flesh.
As most system users have learned the moralities, we were born into eventually wear away. No matter how firm they appear, we eventually break free of them. Whether it was the desire of the system itself or not, I couldn’t say.
King adapted faster than most. It made him a dangerous opponent.
We left the stylist at sunset and took an elevator dozens of floors up. Finally, the elevator opened to a massive restaurant. Aromas from spices, grilled meat, and sizzling fats struck us the second the elevator doors opened. I reached out, grabbed her hand, and tugged it.
Silent gasped before following me. When the bouncer saw us, Silent waved her badge, and he let us in.
The hyenoid wrapped her arms around me and lowered her snout to my ear. “Are you hungry? I’m going to put some meat on your bones.” Then, in front of everyone, she grabbed my junk. “Humans have such weak noses; you can’t pick out what is delicious from the passible. So, you’re not going to pick a thing; you’ll only eat what I choose.”
“Did you have a bad experience with the food here?” I asked.
Silent looked around to see the staff glaring at her more than me. “No, of course not, but my nose is much better than yours. So let’s play a game. I’ll pick out your food, and if any of it isn’t to your liking, you can refuse to have sex with me tonight.” Silent said.
Her words were a whisper that I doubted an average human would be able to hear over the crowd. But this was also a chance to get out of having sex with her. I couldn’t think of a better opportunity. All I had to do was lie, and I was set.
“Oh, I know what you’re thinking. All you have to do is lie to me. Well, let me tell you when we sit really close in a cramped booth, I can smell when you lie.” Silent said, leaned in, and licked my face.
My eyes narrowed. If an outright lie wouldn’t work, then I’d use omission to defeat Silent. Something doesn’t have to be harmful to be not to my liking.
She giggled at me as our waitress approached.
Ding!
+2RP with Silence
Silence 35/100 Innocence and challenges turn her on. She sees your desire to defeat her as adorable and plans to crush you thoroughly.
Ding!
Quest Requirements
3/10
With just 7 more RP, I’d win, and a bit of subterfuge might save my virtue.
Our waitress chose our lull in conversation to approach. She was a human girl, blond and blue-eyed with the darkest skin I’d ever seen. “Hey there, I’m Tammy, and I’ll serve you tonight. Right this way, I’ve already prepared your usual booth, captain Silent. Are the rest of your team joining you tonight?” The waitress pretended that I didn’t exist.
“No, it is just my date and me. What do you think? You’re of the same species; is he a fine specimen?” Silent asked and poked my ribs. It felt like a light tap, but Tammy cringed at the jab.
“He’s not my type.” Tammy eyed me like a butcher does cows. “He looks a little old and stringy. A lamia might be able to give you a better opinion.” I blinked. That was rude.
Silent broke into giggles. “No, I’m not requesting that your restaurant cook my date. I mean, as a mate, do you think he’s any good.”
Tammy relaxed and looked me over again. For some reason, this time, her gaze felt even more disturbing. But, of course, being naked didn’t help. Suddenly the ink didn’t feel like a good idea.
“Hopefully, he’s a grower and not a shower.” She directed us to our seats, where Silent proceeded to wrap her arm around my shoulder.
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In a flash, Silent was on me, driving her tongue in my mouth until it nearly choked me. Within a few seconds, I tasted everything she’d eaten that day. It was all meat, organs, and bones spiced and treated in many different ways. To my enhanced senses, her tongue told a story from its rough texture to her dripping saliva.
Disgust didn’t even come to mind. Silent raped my mouth and groped my junk, but the sensations overtook me. A wave of flavors, events, and sensations blinded me to the world and took me through her day. It disturbed me more that I found enjoyment in her taste rather than revulsion.
My hand found its way below her tail for a grab at her rear. Tammy waited patiently for us to finish our strange make-out session.
Silent pulled away first. “You’ll have to wait until later for more. I think I know what you like now.” She released her grip on me and settled in to look at her menu.
Ding!
RP +1 with Silent
Silent 36/100 Innocence and challenges turn her on. She’s confident that with a little more pushing, you’ll be putty in her hands.
Ding!
Quest Requirements
4/10
I say her because Tammy only brought the menu out for Silent. “Two shakes just the way I like it, a Ba Ba Black sheep style roasted lamb, and a curry drowned grilled boar with all its fixings. I want to slurp up those chitlins. My date can have the veggies.”
Tammy quickly wrote down Silent’s order and promptly made her way to the kitchen.
Moments later, Tammy returned with two crimson glasses with water pale like attachment. It was clearly made so easy drinking for certain customers. I smelled the blood and pulped meat long before Tammy brought it to our table. Among the many dishes flowing out of the kitchen, this one was unique. There was a mellow spice to it that reminded me of something Silent tasted.
Ding!
PER +1
PER 20
A shiver crawled down my spine. I was just out of the teens for that parameter. What would it be like in the 50s or 100s? Even if I stopped leveling it, the parameter would still increase eventually. Life with the system seemed to guarantee an increase in parameter points.
“Your so tense, lover; you need to loosen up. How about after this we go see a play? That always relaxes me after a good meal.” Silent whispered in my ear.
Warning bells flashed in my mind, and I really didn’t want to try whatever was in the glass jars. Tammy placed the jars in front of us and gave me a sympathetic look before moving on to another table.
“Is that raw meat blended into a puree?” I asked.
Silent picked up one of my beard braid beads and looked it over. “Those sweet girls did such a good job on you. I’m jealous you look better than I do.” Her eyes met mine. “You can’t just tease a girl and expect her to keep buying you nice things. Why don’t you give it a taste and play the game with me? If you really don’t like it, you’ll win.” Silent said.
I reached for the drink, and I could smell the contents. They didn’t disgust me like I thought they would. I didn't know whether it was the Root Of Black Dragons or a change in my Perception and Constitution. Either way, it didn’t smell foul to me. That was a major red flag that the system was making changes to me.
Her soft padded hand cupped my cheek. “Don’t think about it too much. I can tell you like it already. My nose tells it all.” Silent said.
With a shaky hand, I raised the glass to my mouth and took a sip. Tasting raw meat with a human tongue can be uncomfortable, to say the least. At first, I wanted to spit it out, and then I tasted it. The texture, the cool feeling, and the rich smoky flavor changed my perspective. It was even refreshing.
After taking two great gulps, I returned the glass to the table. “I don’t understand.”
“I don’t think you're entirely human. That isn’t much of a revelation in this town. Trust me, I’ve seen the squalling furless brats some of my sisters squeeze out.” Silent said.
“How, we’re a different species?” I said.
She waved my concerns away. “I’m not a magic engineer, but I’ve heard a few of their theories.” When she said the words, magic engineer, her ears flattened for a moment. “The machines all around us suck mana out of the environment and blasts us with it. Somehow living in a mana-saturated environment has made our seeds and eggs match up when it shouldn’t be possible.” Silent said.
“The church of the seven virtues isn’t going to like that. Mating with non-humans is worse than bestiality to them. Sex with Kale would be worse than having it with an actual horse in their eyes.” I said.
Silent smiled. “Ah, you have a thing for your mistress. I thought there was something between the two of you.” I really didn’t want to talk about my relationship with Kale. Her giant gaping trench deterred me with its depth alone. She made a Clydesdale seem small.
I didn’t like small talk at all or asking personal crap. The only thing stopping me from asking about her favorite color was that she might be color blind. So, I decided to reroute to something hopefully safe.
“Did you always want to be a scout captain?” Silent downed her glass in half a second and called Tammy over with her next breath.
“Get me another one and make it alcoholic. I’m going to need it.” Silent said.
Once Tammy returned, she drank half the glass before setting it down. “Fuck no, who wants to join the scouts. The hours are long, the pay is barely above average, and new recruits are initiated by sucking the mater at arms’ clit.” She took another drink before slamming it down. “No, I wanted to be a magical girl from the stories.” Silence said.
“You mean a follower of the Angel of Chastity,” I asked.
“You asked; my letter either never arrived or was ignored. I loved their frilly pink skirts and attitude. With the power of friendship and love, I will punish you. And that wand, a heart-shaped crystal blessed by Ariel, was all I ever wanted. I tried to become a magic engineer instead, but they’ve rejected me every time. My talent for magic isn’t great, so I ended up in the scouts while I try to get in year after year.” Her ears flattened completely. “It’s a good thing I ordered a lot of food. I could use some comfort.”
I felt like a dick. That was too personal, and she just told me something so private. Damn my conscience to hell for what it demanded I do.
There wasn’t a lot I could do to comfort her, but I knew that everyone liked a reach around. So I slipped my hand under the table and beneath her black dress. When I touched it, I wanted to retreat immediately? It was strange, big, and rapidly hardening.
“I wanted to be a hero. But as I grew up, I had to change my dream until it became the goal of someone else. Then I kept changing my focus until I gave up. I don’t know what’s sadder, someone who’s given up or someone who continues to try to chase a glimmer of their dream. Personally, I think your choices were better than mine. At least you still trying; I’m just going through the motions.” I said the words and knew they were right.
Ding!
+4RP with Silent
Silent 40/100 Innocence, challenges, and someone who cares turns her on. She revealed her weakness and wasn’t disappointed. While there is more to her than a single lost dream, she feels better about you.
A special event must take place to deepen your relationship.
Ding!
Quest Requirements
8/10
Now I had to complete a special event to further my relationship with her. What did that even mean? What qualifies as a special event? Should I blow her under the table? Is that what this perverted game wanted? Why was this the first time I heard about a special event?
Tammy burst through the kitchen, followed by a giant bull creature with rippling muscles and wearing a white apron. In each arm were our meals. It smelled incredible with powerful spices mixed in with the meat. My Ba Ba Black Sheep was dressed in fat crispy pieces of bacon. Even My nostrils tingled from the heat of the spices already. Silent’s boar took up over half the table and rested in a bed of curry-covered salad. It must have weighed half a ton and was the embodiment of curry. Soaking below the boar were whole floating carrots, potatoes, and a bed of rice a foot thick.
No wonder it took a twelve-foot-tall minotaur man to haul it out. Minotaur stood with his arms crossed, looking down at us. “To think I thought I was feeding a table full of hyenoids, but it's only you, Silent. I hope your good for it.” The massive creature grunted.
We were given a water basin and a clean rag to wash our hands with when we finished.
“Bruce, you shouldn’t doubt the power of emergency pay. I received quite the bonus recently.” Silent pulled a heavy glittering coin from her purse and placed it on the table. “Feast your eyes on this freshly-minted Tower.”
Bruce picked the coin off the table and sniffed it. “Soul forged steel, one pure ounce if my nose isn’t mistaken. Enjoy your meal, and don’t worry about your tab. I think your credit just went up. Because you’re my favorite customer.” Bruce said.
The minotaur stomped back to the kitchen, and the atmosphere in the restaurant eased up.
King bodied several of those things. That simple fact played through my mind for a minute before I turned to my lamb. It looked like I’d need some comfort food as well.
I ripped the carcass apart, enjoying the crunchy bacon and spicy flesh. To my tongue, I tasted ghost peppers, honey, ginger, garlic, and plums. Some of the other flavors I couldn’t recognize. I took another bite of a leg and heard a crunch.
My eyes widened in shock. If I chipped a tooth here, I’d probably lose it. While this place had an impressive economy and many luxuries, I didn’t know if dental was one of them.
I checked with my tongue and found nothing. But that didn’t mean anything. So, I checked the lamb’s bone to see a clean cut. My teeth had sliced right through the bone with little more than a crunch. So, Constitution applied to my teeth as well as the rest of me. Or Force Aura might have protected my teeth somehow.
After chewing, I found the bone and quickly chewed that up. Experimentally, I took another bite and took the whole bone this time. While it didn’t have as much flavor as the meat, it was satisfying. The crunch was strangely soothing. Then, just as I had grown used to crunching bones, I heard it from beside me.
Silent gave me a slow wink, and I heard another crunch from her.
After the meal, she had the leftovers sent to feed a local orphanage. While mine was considered too spicy to be considered fit for consumption, hers was not.
She held her hand out to me. “Do you want to keep going, or do you want to turn in? We could go to my favorite strip club; it's only down the street, the theatre has a delightful vampire opera, or we could rent a room in a cosey love hotel and destroy it together.” Silent said.
Despite everything, I still didn’t want to rub my dick against hers. There is just something about the fact that she had a dick that was a deal-breaker. Still, she was growing on me and cute in her own way. So I took her hand and pulled her close.
If I just rubbed my face between her tits, I could forget about the beast between her legs. “I’ve never been to a vampire opera before,” I said.
“Good because the Blue Blood Clan gave me some tickets. That tower was my whole bonus.” Silent said.
“It’s a good thing I’m too full for snacks then,” I said.
We made our way to the theatre and turned in our tickets.
On the walls leading to the ticket counter, several star paintings showed a vampire lady with flowing white hair and a heartwarming smile. Even the few paintings depicting her feeding on victims didn’t show her as cruel. Often a single tear trailed down from her eye after each one. Other stars covered the walls with their portraits more sporadically. But, either by choice or by theatre management decree, most paintings were of Countess Ambrosia or the woman who played her, Sophie Hardmeat. From a coven far to the north on the continent of Land Rover, a small island just off of the greater Mercedes continent.
Silent giggled. “Was her father known for his meat around town?”
I opened a pamphlet they handed out. “Oh, it’s a typo. Her name is Sophie Hardmead. I guess her father was known for his strong drink. It probably did the opposite for his meat.” I said.
The line was long, and the people were grumpy. Centaurs were arguing about balcony rights and the rights and an elevator instead of climbing winding stairs. Children of various species growled, cried, and screamed while the line kept moving. It was honestly a nightmare.
While everyone clearly came from the wealthier side of town, it didn’t stop them from acting the fool. “Honestly, if parents can’t control their children, they should leave them at home,” I grumbled. A few angry snorts were my reply.
Silent patted my shoulder. “That’s how most children end up murdering their siblings. Or it might just be a hyenoid thing.” Silent said. “I only bullied my brothers to toughen them up.” She paused for a second. “Mostly,” after much consideration, I decided that Silent was drunk.
After we were seated, lights turned out, and a colony of bats flew up above us. I heard them woosh around before gathering around the instruments down below. Then, music filled the auditorium.
The blood-red curtains behind the wooden stage shimmered before opening. The musicians increased their tempo to a crescendo of sound in preparation to welcome their star.
A scream erupted from down below, and the musicians stopped playing. Muttering rose up the stands, followed by children screaming.
From down below, I saw a white hand reach out from the darkness. The nails on the hand were torn and bloody. It shook from effort as it dug into the stage and scraped itself forward. Bloody white hair greeted us with a half-empty body. Sophie’s skin from the chest down looked like it had been sucked out of her.
From out of the shadows stepped a crimson man. Great white horns extended from the creature’s head attached to a skeletal face. It took a step and plucked Sophie from the stage floor. “No, help me, someone, anyone. I’ll pay you whatever you want just.”
The second I saw the monster step out on the stage, I saw the name above its head.
King’s Clone had 100,000/100,000 health. My AR15 was already in my hands and aimed at the monster. The second the creature’s focus fell entirely on the vampire, I fired.
My round cracked like thunder and hit the creature between the eyes. We had good seats; the Blue Blood Clan had been generous. Before the monster could react, I fire three more rounds. Two slammed into its head while the third hit the monster’s wrist. It was just enough to make it release the vampire.
Force Aura, Sprint, and Force Body were active together as I threw myself down the stands. The monster turned to me and roared in a challenge. Two more shots rang out, slamming into its kneecaps.
Each of my shots compacted when they struck the creature. So while they did some damage, I was sure it wasn’t enough to slow the beast down much.
Ding!
Marksmanship lvl6
Type: DEX
Rank: D
Description – Hit a target reliably from a distance.
ATL – Shoot distant targets with a ranged weapon
Abilities
1. Beginner’s Focus – When a situation becomes dangerous +10% Accuracy.
2. Beginner’s Confidence – When your spread is within an inch of each other +15% Accuracy until you miss a target.
Ding!
Marksmanship has reached lvl5
DEX +1
DEX 8
King’s Clone 99,450/100,000
Ding!
Force lvl2
Type STR/MAG
Rank: B
Description – Magic becomes the acceleration, and strength becomes mass to create a skill that blends the physical with the mystical to create a truly powerful combination.
ATL – Wield the abilities given by the Force skill to attack or defend.
Abilities
Force Aura – Mana is spent passively to protect the body from damage. When active, the mana drain increases and exponentially increases defense.
Force Body – Strength is passively increased by the user’s mana. When active, the mana drain increases and exponentially increases damage.
Mortal Telekinesis – Strength is fed by magic for a burst of concussive energy. Whether it is throwing a rock further than ever or increasing the reach of a melee attack, it’s all the same. Strength is the mass, while magic is the acceleration.
Ding!
Force has reached lvl2
STR/MAG +1
STR 4
MAG 6
I reared my fist back while the monster was on the back foot. Haymaker activated with everything I had.
Boom!
My fist smashed into the monster’s body, and my mortal telekinesis blasted into it point-blank. The creature’s back expanded like a giant red boil. When my punch ran out of power, I heard the beast begin to chuckle. The dents in the creature’s body refilled themselves. I raised my hand and unleashed Hatchling’s Flame.
King Clone 99,100/100,000
“You were always a tough guy, red. I thought that for sure you’d fight like a protagonist. The problem with that is, their garbage until the end of the season.” I leaped back and shot him until my AR15 clicked empty, exchanged it for my machete just before a minotaur tackled the clone.
I felt a touch at my back and almost attacked before I recognized Silent. Flames danced across the minotaur’s fists as he smashed against the clone’s face. Finally, the stage cracked, and I watched the clone’s life slowly but surely depleting.
Then the minotaur froze. I saw something I hadn’t noticed before. The clone grabbed ahold of one of the minotaur’s legs. I watched the limb shrink until, with an audible pop, the limb was left empty. There wasn’t even a wound.
King Clone 102,000/102,000
I saw other eyes beyond the curtain and knew them to be more clones. Silent tugged me, and I felt some subtle magic wrap around us. More minotaurs charged from the stands while mages in the crowd buffed them with spells. Members of the audience tried to get out but found the doors sealed.
King himself stepped out on the stage and walked over to Sophie. While he drained her, his face looked like that of a man experiencing a thousand ejaculations at once. Silent took me further from the line of fire. But I couldn’t take my eyes off the white-haired sack of skin.
“I know you're there, Red. Come here right now, and for old times sake, I’ll leave you alive with one limb intact. Don’t make me find you!” King yelled. A spear conjured from ice shot from the mages’ barricade only for King’s body to shift like water out of the way. “Fine, have it your way. You’re forcing me to kill you. This isn’t on me.” King yelled.
We crossed behind the stage and descended down a hidden trapdoor. One of the clones burst through a wall half-melted and stood right in front of us. Despite King’s power, he couldn’t detect us. The clone ignored us and charged back into the fight. We passed by sacks of flesh and the trail of Sophie’s mad dash to escape King.
After a lot of slow crawling, we opened a side door and escaped the theatre. The door closed and blended in seamlessly with the wall. In front and surrounding the theatre was a group of vampires. They had set up a blockade to keep civilians from getting close to the theatre. Chains covered the doors to the theatre along with talismans of all kinds.
Silent tugged my hand, and we escaped the barricade under her strange cloaking ability.
That was my first true taste of what King had become. Was it the skills, the parameter, or was this always inside of him? I can’t answer that. This game is all about choices. At times it seemed to have a sense of humor. Sometimes I hate the game and what it has done to billions of people. Other times, I enjoy it. Since the transportation, I’ve never been bored.
“Let’s go to my place. I need to think about what we saw. You might want to return to Kale and prepare to leave. Things are about to get crazy here. If I were you, I wouldn’t stay.” Silent said.
I leaned forward and kissed her. At first, her very sharp teeth remained closed to me, but slowly, she opened up and leaned into the kiss. Her mouth was strange, filled with sharp teeth, and her tongue was rough enough to take hide off. Without my parameters in Constitution, it would have been even more uncomfortable.
We broke off gasping. “I’m not leaving you to this. King was right; I’ve been training as the main character from one of our stories. What I need to do is power up quickly.” I muttered before shaking my head. We made out way up to her wing in the hyenoid clan compound.
Ding!
Event Passed
+2RP with Silent
Silent 42/100 Innocence, challenges, and someone who cares turns her on. She revealed her weakness and wasn’t disappointed. When danger is looming, you decided to stay with her and broaden your relationship. She is thankful for that.
Ding!
Quest Requirements
10/10
Ding!
8th Quest completed
A Pleasant Date
Stipulation: Earn 10RP with Silent on your date.
Rewarded: +10RP with Silent, +1 Silver Skill Die, +1 Bronze PARAM Die
Ding!
Silent 52/100 Innocence Challenges, loyalty, and courage turn her on. You have surpassed all expectations for a first date and stepped onto the long road to love. However, all future gains are reliant upon time to mature your relationship.
While our date was over, we were still together. Silent tossed her head from side to side until her mohawk fell down around her ears. Her dress and loincloth were next to go. The hyenoid pulled back the sheets to her bed and tapped a glyph cooling the room.
The whole room smelled of her, from the perfume on her sheets to the natural feminine musk she produced. Books of magic piled haphazardly on a desk. Inkwells stacked atop each other in a glass case next to rolls upon rolls of paper. On the desk, itself was a piece covered in lines of stylish calligraphy.
I turned around to see her sitting on the bed, watching me. Her hands were between her legs, stroking her long blunt tool. Suddenly, I realized I had been wrong before; the smell was different.
Between her legs, her black and pink-skinned tool lengthened and gaped at the tip. I watched the little pink stripe widen as the pole between Silent’s legs grew.
For the first time since meeting her, I felt a stirring from myself. This feeling was strange in ways I couldn’t begin to describe. For a moment, I asked what Kale would think before throwing that concern away.
Silent had helped me escape from King; if anyone deserved some sex, it was her. So I approached her all the while my own member lengthened. Though I haven’t known her long, our night had been something special.
I gently wrapped my hands around her member and closed my eyes. For a time, I explored it with my hands. It was stretchy and leaked from the tip. My fingers brushed her opening, and I felt her shiver. Carefully, I angled a digit over her opening and slipped it inside. There was resistance and then an incredible tightness.
All around my finger, I felt hard muscular rings, little nubs, and a delicious warmth. Then, with just a twitch, Silent tightened until I couldn’t easily pull away. It was incredible; it almost made me forget about fleshlite chan.
Bubbling, rumbling, and snuggling ropes of her lubrication spurted out over my hand and dripped down her opening. It smelled like her in every way imaginable. The groping clover of her opening spread and clenched to pull my finger in deeper.
I opened my eyes to see Silent grab me and throw me on the bed. She showed her teeth to me, opened her mouth, and licked her lips.
With the fierceness of a wild beast, she drove down and took me to the hilt. I could feel my member slip down her throat. Her tongue lathered my member up while her throat treated my tip with a slobbery undulating ride. Then, just when I thought I had enough, she pulled away.
“Come on, handsome, my pussy isn’t satisfied with a few pokes. I need you to fill me up.” I pushed against her opening and felt her envelop me. Then, for a moment, she loosened, and I slid all the way to the hilt. Then, like a striking snake, she tightened.
Every ridge, nub, and ring encircled me, shifting and undulating while she humped down on me. I reached forward and took hold of her nub, and gently tugged on it. She grunted before giving my face a lick. I took a handoff her clit, reached forward, and slapped her bottom.
Her ass was thicker than I thought. I grabbed a handful of it and wasn’t disappointed. She giggled as I pulled on her. Then she tightened again, and I felt everything like an electric shock running through her pussy. The long rod of her birth canal took on its final form as a massive member of dangerous proportions. When I bottomed out on her, and my head swelled, I could feel her tightening around me even as hot lubrication fell down my member to pool.
I loved her touch, the heat of her skin and fur, and even her very phallic vagina felt good. With every thrust, I felt myself build towards a monstrous orgasm.
It was something I’d hadn’t done since the system. Before, I had been scared, and my environment was dangerous. This was different. I was together with a woman deep in her tight cunny.
“Are you still scared of my pussy? I remember how you cringed before you even knew me. Do you know how off-putting it was for a slave to deny my advances? If only you could look at yourself now with that big stupid grin on your face.” Silent said.
Her words sparked something in me. I started humping upward with all my might even as she growled and bore down on me. With every slurping thrust, Silent’s pussy tightened on me, lubing up and pushing me deep. I gasped and groaned; the time was fast approaching, and I was too close.
My member swelled, and it took everything I had to resist the lightning strikes of pleasure that came with our thrusts. She sent me into a humping has as she tightened and loosened, changing the tempo. Then I came, and it was beyond anything I imagine.
If there was such a thing as sexual tribulation, then this was it. Compared to this, the former bolts of lightning were sparks. With each strike, I nearly went mad with the need to chase after the next one. But, before I was ready, she pulled away.
She pulled a clean glass from the beside and poured my release into it. I noticed that at the base of her pussy she had her fingers clamped down. “While I like you, having brats this early isn’t a part of my plan.” She squeezed the last of my release out of herself before jumping into the sheets. She rolled over on her side and threw her tail to the side. “I want to drip on each other while we sleep.”
I sighed and jammed myself between her legs, and quickly fell asleep.