After an hour of chatting, I found out she is 16 and from the wolfman tribe but only through heritage. She was born a slave, which means only a noble can set her free. Since I am no noble yet, I do not have the power to release her. I also learned that those Fire Demons from earlier were Barons of the neighboring city. This was the first attempt of raping her, though she already knew their lust for her. Her parents are both dead, they died from some disease that their malnourished bodies couldn’t handle. No family and a starving slave, I pity her.
Ah, I have gotten sleepy from today. The magic swirling around me turns blue as I send my mana in to the field to use the skill Dungeon Create. As soon as it activated, the walls of the newly formed dungeon were not see through but instead had black and purple whirling dust obscuring the view of the trees. The Sky turned black with no stars and the air turned cold as if we were in the Void itself. I do this so no monsters attack us during our sleep. I draw out some blankets we won’t freeze to death. Why no sleeping bag? I only had one. I lay down and sleep quickly claims my consciousness.
True Demons do not have dreams, but we can have good sleep. During my sleep I felt my blankets get real heavy but it wasn’t anything that was unbearable. So my foggy consciousness was once again KOed by sleep. I finally stir at about noon, but it is pretty hard to get up so I pull the blankets off to see why.
The reason was because of a little ball of fur, namely Aria, was curled on my chest. She was little ball of cuteness, that if she said go die, I might comply… well, probably not. Her cuteness is deadly though. Thinking about her, the ball of fluff started to stir. She unfurled and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She looked at me and said, ‘Good morning.” I return the greeting but I was still curious.
“I’ve been meaning to ask, but why are you on my chest?” I inquired.
“To keep warm,” she replied bluntly. She let out a yawn, stretched and readjusted herself on my chest as if to go back to sleep.
You know it must be about noon; however the sky is still black. What is going on? Oh, yeah the dungeon skill. I deactivate it. The sky brightens up and the black and purple fog dissipates. When all traces of the dungeon are gone I get another window.
*PING*
Skill Upgrade
Dungeon Create Lvl. 2
Dungeon Create is a skill used by Dungeon Masters that can create a space that is controlled by the Dungeon Master. Should the Dungeon either die or choose for its destruction, the dungeon will revert back to its normal space. Dungeons also take on the characteristics of the Dungeon Master.
Lv. 2 Allows the spawning of monsters if mana is poured into it. Also the terrain is now customizable.
Interesting. I subconsciously start stroking Aria’s hair. It was so soft; it felt like a massage for the hands. It practically begged to be touched, and Aria smiled as I continued. I pause for a moment when I remember the ears at the top of her head; I out and touch them. Ah they feel nice.
Aria seemed to like it a little bit and was looking at me. From ears I ran my hands down her hair and went to her tail, petting down the length of it. This seemed to make Aria turn into putty. When she regained her composure somewhat, she sat up slightly and stared into my eyes. Her eyes were pleading for more. Ah, so cute; I had to comply. I simply take my hand and brush through her hair from ears to the tip of the tail. She quivered a bit and started panting with blushed cheeks. Her eyes are full of anticipation
I remember this from somewhere; oh a dog from Earth acted like this as did most domestic animals. I push that thought aside and decide to try experiment with this. I have one hand rub the back of her ears, and the other hand to continue to pet her from ears to the end of the tail. *quiver**quiver* She was practically shaking with pleasure. Aria’s red eyes were at half mass and her panting was getting a little rougher. She started to snuggle up to me as if she were trying to bury herself inside me while I continue to pet her. The hair and fur seriously felt relaxing to touch; I could get addicted, if I haven’t already.
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Because of her position on my chest I could feel her panting near the base of my neck. It almost felt erotic. I soon find myself rubbing the base of her tail, the pleasure center of cats and dogs. She immediately lets out a moan and inches closer to my face and started to lick my cheek. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy, even after I change to just petting her. After a while I just lay there with my hand on her head. I then make the resolve of getting up. I first made Aria straighten up. When she sat up straight, I felt a small warm liquid on my belly under her legs. I guess petting was a turn on. I might keep that in mind.
Sitting up with her in my lap, I took out some of the left over Silver-fang meat from last night’s dinner. Since the Void Space keeps things in a stasis, the food was as hot as it was last night. I did not even bother with plates and just ate barbarian style this time. After a few minutes I bit a little more than I could chew because I got distracted, so a half of the meat was still hanging out my mouth. Seemingly waiting for the opportunity, Aria brought her face really close really fast and bit into the other half. Our faces are really close, ah boy.
Staring into the Candy Apple Red eyes of Aria, I could see that they were filled with mischievousness, after a moment she started pulling on it. For some reason unbeknownst to me, it woke my competitive side and I started to get a better bite to get better grip on the food. I started to see the meat tear in the middle so I quickly took a bigger bite to prevent it from doing so. However she had the same idea and we ended up having our noses pressed against each other. Both of us feeling rather embarrassed, we pull the meat our separate ways. I almost choked to death from a combination of embarrassment and lodge food in my throat.
I could feel the blood rush to my face, probably making it violet-red. At least I’m not the only one sporting a blush. I can see one already on Aria’s face. So cute. Well now that breakfast is done. I guess it is time to escape the forest. But before I do that, I grab some of my suede leather pants that noble’s frequently wear for outings. I instruct Aria put them on. She has to keep them on with her hands holding them up. I hem up the bottom and started cutting away and stitching the material until it fit her just right. I know how to sew, no need to judge. With everything done I toss the blankets and sewing equipment in the Void Space. I feel as though I’m being watched from afar again, but I ignore it as I start walking through the brush of the forest.
“Hey what did you do with the blankets? Where did you pull breakfast from?” It seems she hasn’t heard of Void Demons. I chuckle a bit. Then get a little depressed remembering how few we really were. The title ‘survivor of a dying race’ was not a lie. We are almost extinct.
“It’s called a Void Space. We Void Demons, one of the five True Demon species, can use it. We have the power over Spatial magic. The Void Space is like our little piece of the Void. It can carry any amount of items and of any weight. It is truly infinite.” I inform her, “Of course there are so few of us that we can be called extinct because of it. There are only four us in the world, and you are looking at one.”
When I finish speaking, I see a spark of wonder in her eye. It was as if she saw a miracle. Then I could see a little pity in her eyes seeing that I’m the last of my kind.
“No need to worry, I am ok. I still have my Mom, Dad, and Uncle Ares. Most of us died in the Great War. Besides if there were more of us, I wouldn’t be here right now. I would be sitting in my castle with a fiancé, rotting away. I like travelling around.”
“Oh, ok. Since you put it that way, I guess its ok. I never heard of Void Demons, my owners always said there are four different types of True Demons.” She half mumbled the last part.
Hearing only four types of True Demons, that really hurt. That meant, they thought we were already extinct. It’s not like our numbers can’t come back. Even if we mate with a Lesser Demon, the offspring will be of the stronger race. The idea of nobles being with peasants is unheard of. On top of that, each race of True Demon would rather keep to their own race because of heritage of land issues. That is why they think we are a dead-end. It was quite depressing.
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I think writing at night might influence my writing a little. Bare with me please. I will try to keep this PG-15... try. I may go to point with no return, idk. :)