When I woke up, a dark and gloomy morning greeted me. The rain that had been building up the night before had started sometime while we were sleeping and it was pouring down outside. While half asleep, I ran my hands down to stroke Isabella’s hair as she helped me with my morning problem, but something was off. It took several moments before my mind cleared enough and it registered to me that it wasn’t Isabella’s head between my legs.
I was still laying on top of Brandr, and as I leaned up and wiped the sleep from my eyes, I could see that both girls were sprawled out in the most inviting of ways. Isabella had turned over onto her back while on the couch, and had one leg draped up and over the top of the couch and the other leg was sprawled wide open to the side of the couch. Even sleeping, she had a habit of showing off all her goodies and making them endlessly available.
Brandr, on the other hand, was still laying pinned beneath me as I’d left her last night. Her arms were still crossed above her head – even though no one was holding them now, and her legs were spread wide out to either side while I lay completely on top of her, using her as my mattress for the night. It wasn’t Isabella who dealt with my “morning problem”. It was Brandr, as she gently rocked her hips up and down and took me inside her.
Shocked, I couldn’t help but look down at her sweat drenched form and smile slightly at her. Gently, Brandr smiled back and then I leaned down and gave her a passionate kiss. “Good morning, my Blade,” I told her.
“Morning, my Lord,” she replied gently in my head. “I hope you rested well.”
I couldn’t help but laugh lightly and smile. She was the one pinned down under the weight of a guy all night long, and then she was hoping I rested well. Brand truly is an astonishing girl. I decided that words alone couldn’t answer how I felt, so I took a little time to show her instead. Last night I was harsh, demanding, and uncaring of her needs. This morning I was slow, gentle, and watched every little spark in her eyes as I kissed, stroked, and had my way with her again.
It only took half an hour or so, before my “morning problem” was settled. Brandr must have been relieving it for several hours already while I slept. I’d almost forgotten that she had purchased the less sleep advantage. Gently, I wrapped my arms around her and finally rolled over onto my back, pulling her up on top of me this time instead.
“Tired?” I asked her?
“I’m fine, my Lord,” she told me.
“Sore?” I asked.
“I’m fine, my Lord,” she told me again.
“Happy?”
“I’m fine, my Lord,” she told me once again.
“Fine?” I just had to ask, after that exchange.
“Yes,” was the simple response I got that made me laugh.
After squeezing her tightly for a few moments, I finally reached down and squeezed her ass and told her, “Come on. Let’s get up. It’s time for breakfast.”
Brandr arched herself back slightly, leaned up, and then waved a breast in front of my face. I knew what she was looking for this time, and I didn’t even hesitate to lean up and suck from both sides several long times before I patted her hips for her to get up. I was the one who’d altered her to make milk for us, and there wasn’t any reason to be ashamed or bothered by getting it directly from the source. It didn’t bother her. (In fact, with the sensitivity changes to her nipples, I could easily tell that she enjoyed it a lot.) It didn’t hurt anyone else. Sure, it might have been weird in the old world, but that world was over. She liked it. We needed the extra food from it. It didn’t hurt anyone. If some other survivor sees us someday and doesn’t like it, they can just fuck off.
I’m tired of worrying about what others might think anymore. For all we know, all the others are like Flibi and Lucy now and they don’t think about anything. And, if they still could think, why the hell should I care what they thought, as long as me and the girls with me were happy. Piss off all you judgmental assholes out there which I haven’t even met yet, and who might look down your noses at me! Shaking my head ruefully at my own thoughts – here I was getting ready to pick a fight with people I haven’t even met yet, and who might not even exist – and I hadn’t even settled the fights I already had yet.
Finally easing up, I went over to get my coveralls, and then that’s when the real tragedy of yesterday hit me – one of my precious Holy Treasures had went up in flame! I didn’t think about stripping in my rush to help Isabella. I was still wearing my clothes when she killed me, and Brandr couldn’t come and take them off me because Izzy was still out of her mind and eating me. They’d went up in flame with my corpse. I was down to a single pair of coveralls now – I didn’t even have a pair to change into while the others were being cleaned or mended.
I actually felt like crying.
One last piece of “man clothing” left before I was either streaking or wearing some sort of makeshift dress once again. Gad darn it! (I was trying hard to watch my language, but it was dangably hard!)
“There’s probably no need for those this morning, my Lord,” Brandr gently told me.
“And why’s that?” I asked.
“We can’t leave now, my Lord,” she told me. “The Jello-Muncher has moved into the current halls and it travels very slowly. We are blocked off once again, until it moves back to the other side of the wing.”
Dang it! She was right. For now, we’re trapped in here. The plan was to get the Goblin Champions book yesterday, if he had it, and then today could be spent trying to learn from it. Now, we were just trapped in here, with the awkwardness of yesterday between us.
Slowly, I went over to check on Isabella. I felt guilty for what I’d did to her, and yet part of me felt like she deserved – maybe even needed – it. And, honestly, I felt somewhat betrayed as well. I never truly thought she’d kill me like that. Would I ever be able to look at her in the same light again? Would she ever be able to look at me the same?
I just didn’t know, and that panged my heart.
Looking her up and down, some of the changes to her body were obvious now. The hair and the breast size stood out no matter what – a blind man would be certain of those large changes – but I could tell that she her legs had grown several inches longer now as well. I’d watched Isabella sleep and sprawl countless times over the last month or so with her. I knew where he feet and ankles would normally reach. They were at least 3 inches longer now, and honestly closer to six. Long, curvy, sexy legs that went up and made an ass out of themselves!
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I’d imagine if she were standing, Isabella would be as tall as me now, or almost as tall as me. If she put on a pair of those Santa shoes like Brandr wore most of the time, I’d imagine I’d have to look up somewhat to look her in the eyes now. And the oddest thing was: she was still curvy and sexy as heck! Most tall women are beanpoles. (No offense to tall beanpole women out there; I love you all!) But, Isabella had the curves and shapes that matched her height. She was still proportioned like a supermodel – she was just a supermodel that someone had enlarged 10% larger overall!
Hesitantly, I finally sat down on the couch at the open side where Isabella’s legs were. Tentatively, I pulled her leg up from where it was sprawled off the couch, gently laid it in my lap, and began to rub it. She had that same soft warmth that I’d learned to associate as Isabella, and somehow just rubbing her leg like I was doing helped ease my heart somewhat.
After several peaceful moments passed, Isabella started to stretch and stir, so I gently moved my hand up her leg to rub lightly between them. She always encouraged me to feel her womanly goodies before, and I figured if she was all full of hate or anger towards me, she’d say something about it. Nobody wants to be fondled while they’re mad at the person doing the fondling. At least, I don’t think there’s anyone who’d like something like that. Maybe Brandr, but she’s just completely weird.
Slowly Isabella moaned and then stretched and opened her eyes. “S’morn,” she said sleepily. Her eyes had changed color once again, and were a pale violet this morning. The light, electric blue had darkened overnight, and they were now a richer, darker shade of violet. Soft sparks of energy seemed to arc across the iris as she blinked several times to focus.
“Morning.” I leaned down across her body and gave her one of the patented ‘I want to taste your tonsils’ kisses that she had trademarked as her own. Much to my surprise, and relief, she returned it with passion. I held the kiss for several moments before leaning back up, and Isabella sat up when it was over and climbed into my lap.
“I’m sorry for yesterday,” I told her. I wasn’t going to say anything and just pretend that it didn’t happen, but her returning the kiss gave me courage to bring it up and apologize. Maybe Brandr didn’t think I’d went too far, but I did, and the person I have to answer to first and foremost for my actions is myself.
Isabella simply snuggled up and nuzzled her head down into my neck. “I’m sorry too. Brandr’s right. I was weak and I should have been stronger. I let the magic control me and I didn’t control it, and because of that, you suffered. I’m sorry.”
I had to blink back my confusion. Brandr said all that? When? Exactly when did those two have time to sit and talk? I’d gotten used to Brandr talking to us by the group chat, and when I used it, I was almost exclusively using the group chat features – I’d almost forgotten about the private chat to an individual anymore! They could have raised bloody hell last night in each other’s heads, and I wouldn’t have heard a peep of it! Once again, it feels like I was out of the loop while the girls all worked things out on their own.
But, in this case, I don’t think I’m going to complain. Right now, it seems like we’re at peace and we might be able to put everything behind us from yesterday, and I’m not going to open my idiot mouth and say anything that might ruin that. I’m content to leave the past in the past and move forward.
“As far as I’m concerned,” I told her, “we can file yesterday under another one of those ‘it never happened’ moments. I don’t blame you for anything, and if you don’t blame me for anything, then we can just let it be and move on and it never happened.”
Isabella gently bit me on the ear and whispered, “Like I never caught you in the bathroom trying to relieve your ‘morning problem’ on your own?”
“Umm… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I told her embarrassed. “I don’t remember anything like that ever happening.”
Isabella giggled lightly, said something like, “Eat a donkey ma’s”, and then wrapped her arms tightly around me and started feeding on my life force once again. The pull of life coming out of me was twice as rapid as it had been the morning before, and the pain was much more intense than previously. I grunted and balled my fingers into fists, and resisted the urge to shout.
Ding!
Congratulations, your will has increased by 1!
Hot dog! A rare stat increase! And for will to boot. That’s one of the places I was considering spending my points, whenever I leveled up again. Being fed on might hurt, but there was no denying that it was good for training up physical resistance and such!
Thankfully, the pain didn’t last long, and Isabella stopped before I’d even fallen below 100 health. “All full?” I asked.
“I am,” she told me while nibbling on my ear slightly.
“Then we’re all good now?” I asked.
Isabella leaned back and frowned slightly at me. “Not quite. Our promise is gone.” The corners of her mouth twitched from side to side. “I don’t like that. I liked our connection, and now it’s gone. I miss it.”
“I’m.. I’m sorry.” That was entirely my fault, I think, but I have no idea how the heck to make it better.
Isabella giggled lightly and kissed me on the nose. “Then make me yours.”
Ding!
Congratulations!
Oathbound Starchilde has offered to become your true slave-sworn!
Do you wish to accept?
“….” What the hell was I supposed to do or say with an offer like that?! Just what the hell had the girls been talking about with each other?
If Jello wasn’t right outside, I would’ve bolted and ran for cover.
But I was trapped!
What the hell am I supposed to do now?!