Months With The Beast Race

"Nom nom nom, nom nom." Ciemnosc ate a few bites of Creatures here and others there, his hands full most of the time, but he was also eating them just as fast. At this moment, he placed both hands down, which queen Olga noticed. Looking at him, Ciemnosc directly spoke, "I would like to ask, queen. Is it possible that I can study the way a Beast Race cultivates? How they fight and how their body reacts to pure energy... among other things?"

“Oh, I assure you I do not need anything else but to let my Spirit Sense wander and analyze the bodies of Beast Race members. My Spirit Sense is unique, I’m sure you’ve come to know that, and they wouldn’t even feel a thing.” Ciemnosc added, but he did not stop right then. “Of course, I could also make use of some bad, very bad prisoners if that is alright with the queen.”

“Every village has its thieves and gentle living people, Milord Ciemnosc. Do not worry about not having the latter… scientific ‘subjects’.” Queen Olga was silent as she listened to Ciemnosc. But she was also at ease and serene. When Ciemnosc finished speaking, he didn’t take extra minutes to respond. Her voice was also pretty agreeable and not just powerful, which was true.

“So that’s a yes to everything?” Ciemnosc asked, his curiosity getting the better of him and sounding childishly excited. Queen Olga smiled, almost like a foolish mother, but her eyes were not motherly in the slightest. “Of course. You are staying for long here; a few… couple of months, yes?”

“Mhm, just a couple. I need to go back and see if the chicken has laid its eggs or if I need to go clean the barn.” Ciemnosc said, but queen Olga tilted her head in slight confusion to her right.

The feast continued. It was a long feast. They were cultivators, and all of this was nutrition, especially as beasts who had their own different digestive systems for their biological needs and their cultivation refinement of pure energy. As the Creatures became corpses, they weren’t different from any human being or even beasts who had their Power Energy dissipate. But their flesh, blood, and bones are those of a cultivator.

It is not comparable between eating something alive or already long dead. It was more so in Ciemnosc’s experience like that. However, unlike cultivators such as human beings, the beasts could enjoy many more properties from eating food like this without any being wasted or dispersed without use within their bodies.

Human beings, for example, and on the contrary, they could at most gain some of the food’s properties, and the whole rest would be simply becoming a kind of drug effect in their bodies. At most, it might get their refinement process for immediate cultivation meditation to become slightly more efficient or faster; at worse, diarrhea or so.

Hence, dozens of rounds went on and on, with Ciemnosc of course feeling like the past days of slow cultivation weren’t bad at all. Every week, or so few days, taking out a Supreme Powerful Stone and eating it thoroughly yet gradually was nothing besides tedious. It was always either the hunger for more pure energy or the need to cause blood to be spilled left and right just for the sake of sating his restrained mind.

His cultivation base was thus improving, but he could only take so much, and Ciemnosc was nearly getting ‘there’. However, in terms of cultivation and not mentality, Ciemnosc was far from reaching the feeling of being bloated. But still, due to his cautious and stable yet strenuously slow pace. His foundation was so solid that even Ciemnosc, who had a much more remarkable sight for such fortes, felt that he had already gone too far. But he continued to do just the same these last months.

Sometimes, he even felt like he would accidentally let his Claws Out. And his mind was constantly going back to ‘eating’ others with his Vocón Link, his strange whip that was just as weird and curious as his Claws Out are.

Now, however… this feast was just what he needed the most. And when it finally ended, it was already past evening, close to midnight, and it would be the next day at any moment. Lamentably, though there was some ‘liquor’, it wasn’t any different from the academy in the fact that there is just no way it could affect cultivators of such high cultivation realm.

When things ended, queen Olga took Ciemnosc with her to step out of the main hall that was already stinking of blood and some liquor as that was the only thing allowed in there after a good while and for the last couple of hours. It was a great smile and all. But the night was there, and Ciemnosc was much more willing to watch that.

Step step, step step.

Walking into the darkness of the deep blue sky, Ciemnosc and queen Olga walked side by side. The bunch of wannabe drunkards was left behind in the main hall, while Torme only followed them up to the entrance of the main hall. As they fell upon the dark, the obscure-toned skin of queen Olga made her all the more enchanting, even if she wasn’t that visible to the naked eye. As for Ciemnosc… there just could never be something that… doesn’t assimilate with him when it came to the night.

“It is a nice thing to know you are willing to help us.” Queen Olga quietly said, like a whisper that was obviously not a whisper. She and her voice were filled with the authenticity that ordinary people believe royalty not to have. But it was there and it was presented bare before Ciemnosc.

“...” Ciemnosc, on queen Olga’s right, looked at her in silence with his darkest eyes… that even now seemed to become fully black without any white sclera to speak of. She returned the look, a side glance. Both her eyes were turned towards him, slightly looking below, but they were… shining somewhat. “Do not think I don’t see it. You doing all of this is giving us power, but you are also… like the gods we are to Creatures. Only, you are also like the strangest of advantages anyone in this world can have. And yet… is the simplest of them, knowledge.”

“...” - “...” They stopped, and looked at each other face to face one last time before looking up into the sky. As they raised their chins, the starless deep blue sky met their eyes, and oh how it shined upon them.

“... It takes only a wonder to think how in all that exists and there is, a world so big like this could be so small in progressing.” Queen Olga spoke, but only after a long time and when things were getting so ultimately silent. Her words were there in Ciemnosc’s heart already. She just placed them in the world for a good picture and gave them a beautiful noise.

“I don’t know,” Ciemnosc breathlessly said. His eyes were glued to the sky as if he belonged to them, to it; to darkness.

“I will start tomorrow. I’m really looking forward to our cooperation. I don’t need your race to follow me, nor am I forcing you in the future to do something. But between you and the rulers of stagnation, I’ll place the next hell upon you.” Ciemnosc, strangely, laid words of… maybe wisdom or maybe just wishing luck. But nevertheless, they made the queen look at him, her profile face showing a beauty so silent it could’ve broken Ciemnosc’s mental barriers of his virginity if he just had known her before any of this could happen.

“But… let’s make sure it would take, at least, a hundred years or so before it happens,” Ciemnosc added, even pouting at the last moment as he looked up, and the queen continued to look at him.

“You’ve gone through a lot, kid.” Without detaching her eyes from him, she said. Ciemnosc looked at her at last, his eyes not bothered to be kept from just keep on looking at the darkness. He then looked down before facing the front where many gigantic trees stood tall.

“I have been in many things, events, and situations that are now there, always around me. I… I have… indeed lost many people. I have lost them.” Ciemnosc’s gaze slowly lowered; to the point, he looked at the ground a few tens of meters away. “But even as I feel my head splitting, my nails itching, and my mouth irked. I cannot stop… I respect non-cultivators because I value life, yet I do not mind taking it from anyone who I wish to take it from.”

“I can only grow stronger.” And Ciemnosc’s voice was quiet, calm, and soft. His eyes were serene, ultimately cold, and his slightly pale skin seemed to absorb even dark strands from the air. Whether it was just a misconception or a tiny glimpse of a truth, queen Olga was nonetheless smitten.

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“Yes, humans are the most disordered little pigs on this farm. Often I have wandered to the ordinary cities of men and women, human or not alike. Tragedies in their normal, daily lives are more… to fear than what most cultivators at the beginning of their path face and are forced to confront.”

“Us killing is like them going to their jobs;” queen Olga’s tone had a bit of an accent as if she was trying to sing and drag on her words more than formally possible. “Us changing to a new place, name, or home to continue killing is just them finding new jobs, one after the other.”

“... And us living and breathing is like them fornicating,” Ciemnosc added; crudely. He then added once more, “Make no mistake, miss queen. And sorry, as well. But I know very well you are also a virgin. Are you perhaps looking for a warrior? Were you trying that young warrior before for that possible option-”

“Ahem, though what you said is rude, and since no one is here to make me feel embarrassed. Then yes. I. Am. A. Virgin. And no, kid,” queen Olga looked at the kid to her right. “He is not a possible ‘option’. He is my 370th cousin, from the same lineage tree as my cousin Torme, that is all.”

Ciemnosc: (；・∀・)

“How many families is there within the kingdom’s royalty?” Ciemnosc asked without hesitating about it for a moment. And as he did, queen Olgawas already grinning from ear to ear as she elaborated. “Each lineage tree is from a different mother and father that gave birth to many babies from different partners. Sometimes, the father dies early. It is a Beast Race denomination. We are from the same progenitor, our blood is the same, and after certain rituals, inbreeding is as flowing and clear as water. But that is rarely seen unless in times of need.”

“Just like your Beast Race when it was first beginning,” Ciemnosc said right away to complement her words. Queen Olga nodded and proceeded, “I am from one of the newest, but of a much earlier time than Torme.”

“Yet she is not a virgin,” Ciemnosc added again, always helping those who could not finish their words, reading their minds so pleasantly and without annoying his victims; in the slightest. Queen Olgan blinked, with large intervals of time between each blink and for a while before continuing. “The previous king of the kingdom left this place to me after I gained my throne. It was a battle, and a lot of incredibly capable inbred brothers and sisters almost took this seat from me. It is not a joke to become a Beast Race’s leader, Ciemnosc.”

“So Torme fucks a lot and is free to come and leave the natural array formation, and you are not,” Ciemnosc added, of course he added. Quene Olgan’s eyelids dropped, and she felt like she should hit him or teach him a lesson at the very least, but she just felt like she didn’t have to. Instead, she looked at him and then spoke after the atmosphere somehow and rapidly turned into a somber one.

“It is only because of the frailty of our race that we cannot allow our leaders to be caught by the academy or ‘the’ major organizations. Once we free ourselves, with Milord’s aid, what can stop me from coming and leaving out of the natural array formation, our nature’s protection.” Queen Olga stopped her words, her arms spread to the sides and praising nature itself; the nature that protects her and the kingdom she adores. Then, she looked at Ciemnosc, her eyes… too much.

“And fucking a lot?”

Step.

“Me.” Ciemnosc, with all the nonsense in the world and with a casual tone spoke these words like they were the mere law that she needed to obey. He took a step, a single step forward. And granted himself to touch half the queen’s prominent but small proportioned body, whose breathing only increased in intensity and stiffness the moment they connected.

“When a beast crosses through the Obsidiafying realm, they can see part of their life, where it began. It is both, a memory from their First, when they became a beast and no longer a Creature. And of our own bloodline, where we originated… and of truth, Ciemnosc. A truth that… looks a lot like you.”

Queen Olga’s sudden words were not spoken in a whisper. But although they had a volume of their own, they were softly spoken into Ciemnosc’s right ear as his right eye met her left eye directly. She next, however, had her words struck like a heavenly lightning strike at Ciemnosc’s head and mind; and soul.

“And when one breaks through into the Ashes Apperception Realm, they see what they most desire.” Queen Olga finished saying, and might as well. Ciemnosc's brain stopped working for a good while. Only 3 seconds later, after his dumb face became not dumb, but always so charmingly devilishly did he stuttered to her. “Ashes-... Apperception realm? You have someone who has crossed into the 8th realm?!”

“It is our First, Ciemnosc. I would like you to meet him before starting to make pills and array formations for him. Or else, how would you diagnosticate your client without even knowing anything about them?”

Queen Olga finished her words with a light smile. It was a smile so light her heaviness could not be hidden, but she also showed incredible beauty despite the conflict between her own emotions. Ciemnosc took a step backward, silently, and looked up into the sky once more with his voice sounding calm through the air of the night.

“I won’t ask to analyze him too. I know that would be treated as being an idiot,” Ciemnosc declared, some unwillingness in his heart. Then, he said, “That’s why I must conform myself to other specimens, I would require a very powerful person, or leader so that I can study her body very well. Mmm…”

“We shall see.” The queen didn’t say no and only allowed herself to be looked blatantly at her buttocks as she stepped away from Ciemnosc, leaving him in the middle of a beautiful garden in accordance with nature. His eyes stuck at her, and he didn’t even feel like he was being dirty. She didn’t even tell him if she chose to be a virgin because of a reason, because she was proud, a prude or a saintess wannabe!

“...” Ciemnosc walked to his little guest house in silence while the queen went back to the main hall’s entrance where Torme expected her and joined her, directly moving out of the garden as well but to their own chambers instead of outside Torme’s mansion. Yep, it was girl’s talk time.

“Torme, I need you to tell me. What were you talking about? Earlier?” Queen Olga brought Torme quickly over to the latter’s chambers in her mansion. Still not there but close to arriving, Torme sweating said with her eyes darting to the bottom corners, left and right, of her eyes as she bit her lips with hunger.

“I saw it, dear queen. I really did. It’s exactly as those old images proved…!” Knowing her words were drifted off by lust, Torme made an effort to recompose herself, hoping the queen would just ignore it. But then the queen said…

“Hm? That is strange. Your Spirit Sense is inferior to mine, you silly kid. He has some clothes with some kind of… strange array formations, but very needed, and we must make him teach our people it first for our young kin. But, how were you able to se-” Queen Olga honestly questioned her subject, but Torme closed her mouth with her hands, her face fearful and eyes shaky. Stopping in the middle of the hallways, just a minute away from walking into her chambers, Torme slowly let the queen’s lips go, and they equally slowly resumed their walking.

“I will just say, my queen that… maybe.” Termo had to pause herself. She was simply unable to continue. Only after recuperating enough bravery and avoiding the daggery eyes of her queen did she continue with a low-mosquito voice. “Maybe you should take our Milord Ciemnosc to go out and observe the tens of other natural array formations. Who knows if he might even gain inspiration from seeing such magnificent view. It is now safer anyway, and with our current prospects, we will be safer.”

“Enough, we need to… discuss furthermore about important matters in private.” With a deadly serious expression, queen Olga dragged the owner of that ‘private’ place to her chambers, whereas the owner herself had a blushed face with a red light all over her face.

. . .

Once again, time passed. A matter of more than 90 days passed with Ciemnosc not giving any more news to the Rocaloi Academy other than the peaceful negotiations were still ongoing.

In these 100+ days within the Beast Race’s home, Ciemnosc had done just a little about everything. And that is including knowing more about people of his own age, finally, at fucking last. However, even as Ciemnosc got to know these knowledgeable and prepared young girls of the beast race, despite their mindset of being ready to be plowed and fornicated by a man of their choosing, they were too precious to the ‘man’ who has seen actual young women.

Other than that, there was a lot more fun within the Nulla Kingdom. Before they would receive visitors from other kingdoms or clans, it was all about invitations and spending quality time with neighbors of the same race and in the entire world. But lately, many young beauties had come to witness the acclaimed monster of the human race, whose race has already been publicly announced as non-human.

Nevertheless, that didn’t stop many who had the ambition of creating an army of prodigy grandchildren. Other than that, the Nulla Kingdom, which was already the most respected and valued organization within the beasts and their Beast Race in this world, was always a center of attention for the young kin of all beasts.

However, now that it was known Milord Ciemnosc wasn’t going to build a massive harem of a dozen of their people from each organization, many young men followed the young beauties into the Nulla Kingdom to risk their virginity and futures. After just a few weeks of these ongoing events, the Nulla Kingdom became some sort of romantic and love-finding place for all young and even old perverts.

They were both needy and/or perverted. And Ciemnosc was welcome to play with some beauties, only to see the intricate differences in their bodies as they reacted to things such as… orgasms, heavy orgasms, extra long orgasms, and potent orgasms to even cloud the mind of these cultivator ladies and sometimes straight up fainting.

Ciemnosc would play with a lot of beauties, but it was all for science. He was as innocent as his bloodied hands were. Then they would be selected by the young men. Not the most handsome or most powerful, but the most capable of conquering them, and vice versa.

With the frustration that only he, Ciemnosc the Virgin, could give, any man would be the best in bed after him. The Nulla Kingdom and neighboring organizations from the Beast Race were going to see their children flourish since they would, by then, have all the knowledge their Milord would provide them.

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