Rita turned her horse around and pulled it to a stop. “We should stop here and rest”.
Aaron followed suit, and slowed the cart down until it too, came to a stop.
“It’s going to be dark soon.” Rita simply stated, as if no further explanation was needed. Truth be told, she often forgot that Aaron had amnesia and that there would be many things he simple no longer knew, that normal people would. She was also aware, that she was talking in her ‘soft voice’, but she probably would never be very comfortable with ordering people around.
At her direction, they parked the horses and cart out of sight of the road and the two of them went down to the river to clean up and wash their clothes. Rita had not just stopped because it was late in the day and night would be falling soon, but rather also because she had some familiarity with the route and knew of the nearby river.
When it was her turn to bathe, she watched the tree line anxiously the whole time. She was not used to having a guy around and one that she barely knew even. But nothing untoward happened and she finished up without incident.
The two of them had already prepared a fire before bathing, so that they could warm up when done, as the river water was naturally very cold.
Rita stirred the soup that she was busy reheating absentmindedly as the two of them sat around the fire, enjoying its warmth. She was in large part lost in her own thoughts.
She knew that she should probably hate the boy across from her, but was having trouble with that. At one point she had liked him and even though he had essentially killed her mother, at most all she could feel was just really- complicated.
Dianna as evil as she had been and for all her misdeeds and personal infractions, she had still been her mother. While losing her had hurt, still hurts, there was a sense of relief, like a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Rita was also a bit upset with herself for feeling this way, she felt guilty over the fact that Dianna’s death didn’t weigh on her more heavily.
If anything, Thomas’ death was hurting way more. Just thinking about it, her eyes started watering up again and she had to bite back tears. NO. She promised herself she would not cry again. What right did she have to indulge in her own sorrows after all the pain that she had caused. It would be disrespectful to all the victims.
All those people had died, many of them innocent. Even if she was just being dragged along by her ‘mother’, the fact remains, she had never truly done a single thing about it. Not a damn thing. In the end it was one of her would be victims that had put a stop to Dianna.
The boy across from her, who seemed utterly lost in this world. Although not yet dead, he was still yet another of Dianna’s victims. She also noted that despite the fact that she was previously going to be an accomplice to his torture and ultimately death back then, he had elected not to kill her. Something that honestly would have been well within his rights.
She was rather curious about him. She wondered if he had any classes and if so, what they were. Knowing such information would certainly help to unravel some of the mysteries surrounding him. She was however not about to ask. Even though she had volunteered such information about herself to him in the past, it would be incredibly rude of her to ask such a thing of him, not to mention quite unreasonable considering everything that had transpired. Even though she was not the one that mind-wiped him, she still felt responsible to a degree.
She did know that he has absolutely zero in the way of combat classes, just going off of his fight with Dianna, who while having a possible combat class in the form of ‘Warlock’ herself, was equally hopeless at actually fighting. That fight had been a disaster on both sides from what she had seen.
Thinking about it now, maybe one of the reasons she did not feel as bad about Dianna’s death as she thought she should be, was possibly that deep down, she knew this was likely the only possible conclusion for Dianna’s way of life. The escalation in Dianna’s summoning business was driven largely by client demand and spiralling head first into illegal activities like that, while being largely out of your depth, was always going to be untenable.
It probably also helped that Rita now, finally, had a sense of closure. Knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt what had really happened to both her mother and her father in the end, no matter how saddening it was for her.
The soup was ready. “Aaron, can you go fetch us some bowls?”
“Sure” Aaron got up and left for the wagon.
Once he was out of sight, Rita let out a visible sigh, trying to let go of some of her worries and tension.
“I wish I could be a little more confident in myself”, She mumbled out loud to no-one in particular.
“Yeah, but you did participate in ritual sacrifices and demon summoning. Doesn’t that make you plenty confident? Quite ballsy actually.”
“That’s not really what I mean. I was just going with the flow there.”
“Then what?”
“I- I want to be able to make decisions with certainty.”
“Please, there’s nothing certain in this world.”
“I suppose you’re right, but- Wait, what- !”
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Skill: Peeping tom Type: Toggle Element: Divine Cost: 10 mana Upkeep: 0.1 mana / sec Description:
There is little more exciting than peeping on unaware girls. This skill will give you the camouflage you need. Effect:
Camouflages the user, blending him into his surroundings.
Additional levels will increase the effectiveness of the camouflage
Aaron had been quite a bit annoyed by this skills arrival and not for any particularly noble reason. He was annoyed because it landed in his arsenal only once Rita had finished bathing! If he had this skill earlier he probably wouldn’t have hesitated for a second before sinking his remaining skill point into it.
The whole time while Rita was out in the river somewhere, completely naked, all he could do was fantasise about it. The tree and bush cover was too sparse and he had seriously doubted his ability to get close enough to her for a good view, without giving himself away. So in the interest of not fucking up his already very small harem, he had simply resisted the urge the entire time. With this monstrous act of self restraint, apparently the ‘system’ had taken pity on him and had added the skill to his skill book.
“Aaaeehh!” What the heck? Aaron was busy fishing around in the back of the wagon to try and find where they had put the crockery, when he heard Rita freak out.
He quickly rushed back to the fire just in time to see Rita rambling. “Wh- What- What is your purpose here DEMON.” Pointing an accusatory finger at the demon in question, she continued, “Where is your master? I demand he shows himself.”
The demon, simply raised an eyebrow in surprise and responded flatly, “YOU’RE my master, dumbass!”
The demon, or demoness, as was the case, was another absolute bombshell, no doubt also somehow involved with his Haremest class’ passive effect.
The girl in front of Aaron was a gorgeous girl, a total babe. Yes, girl. Even though she had black horns sprouting out of her head sideways from above her pointy elf-like ears and below most of her metallic blue hair that was cut to chin-length and had an overly long fringe. The only other tell that she had of her demonic origins, were her red eyes, runic markings on her skin in various portions of her body and the fact that her nails and toenails looked more like claws than nails.
And man what a lot of pale skin she was boasting. Her outfit was made entirely out of some kind of black leather, with died-in, red, runic markings covering it in various places and the occasional red leather trimming. Her thigh high boots, or was it socks?, left the toes and the heels of her feet exposed, just like the arm length gloves that left all of her fingers exposed. They gave off a seriously oriental vibe.
Her top extended downwards and wrapped around her crotch like a swimsuit, while leaving all of her thighs and some of her hips exposed, it was also cut to angle away from her armpits up towards her neck, leaving most of her shoulders exposed.
The outfit was adorned with additional leather straps or belts if you will, in various places. They were most likely decorative, since they were clearly not needed to hold up any of the skin tight leather. One such strap extended around the top of her breasts and downwards a bit around her back, causing it to ‘scrunch up’ her ample bosom from the sides. This made them stick out quite a bit and look even larger than they already were.
Rita had recovered from shock just a tad by this point and managed to get out another question, “But I’m not a warlock?”
“No duh! Hey.” The demoness simply rolled her eyes. When Rita still had nothing but a blank look on her face, the demon sighed visibly and continued, “The amulet. You bound me to the amulet.”
“I didn’t bind any demons.”
“Whatever. Someone else bound me to the amulet, they died, and now you own the amulet.”
A look of realisation started forming on Rita’s face, “Dianna! But she never finished that ritual.”
“Well, I’ll admit it was pretty shitty as far as summoning rituals go, but at the end of day the most important part is that the runes of ‘kava’ are made out of blood. Even if in this case it was the summoners blood.” The demon couldn’t help but chuckle at the last part. What an idiot!
“Dianna’s blood…”, Rita mumbled out loud. Aaron thought it over just like Rita was doing at this very moment, and no doubt came to the same conclusion, that Dianna’s blood was spilled all over the place by the end of the fight and must have flowed into the carved out runes channels.
“I know the binding part of the ritual is prepared beforehand and pretty much automatic for safety purposes, but still, it seems a bit sketchy for the rest of what happened with DIana’s blood to have been able to finish the summoning aspect of the ritual, even if it summoned a much weaker demon than intended.”
“Hey! Who you calling weak!”
Aaron couldn’t help but think that his Haremest class might have had a hand in all this, making the ‘unlikely’ a little more probable.
The two girls in front of him had gotten into a bit of an argument and insults were already being slung around.
Aaron sighed. He had promised himself when had acquired the ‘Harem’ skill earlier today, that he would purchase it as soon as he had a second female companion. This probably counted. He had not of course expected it to happen so soon though.
His reasoning was one: due to the skills effect, it would go along way in keeping his ‘party’ together. Two: it was a passive skill that would always be in effect and actually ‘in use’ often, so it would be a good candidate for levelling his class. Three: It seemed like a skill that was absolutely critical and central to the Haremest class itself, therefore easily the most important one in the book.
As the bickering continued he purchased the skill.
Skill: Harem, purchased
It wasn’t long before the fighting died down a bit, but what interested Aaron more, was the notifications that followed.
Congratulations, skill: Harem, has reached level 2
Congratulations, skill book: Haremest has reached level 3
Skill book: Haremest now has 1 point available.
Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.
Congratulations, Aaron - Haremest, has reached level 3
Aaron - Haremest, now has 2 points available.
What?
Thinking about it for a moment, Aaron came to the conclusion that the ‘Harem’ skill itself probably levels for every additional girl that joins him. This would be the only logical explanation for why it leveled immediately upon acquisition, since the demon girl had essentially already joined him before he purchased it.
As for the rest, well he could only assume the Harem skill levelling was enough to trigger his class to level, which of course would level his ‘character’ in turn.
Aaron left his new skill point alone for now, but did dump both of his attribute points into intelligence. He had already resolved to pump up his intelligence a while ago, as a matter of priority. He was, judging by most of the skills available to him, going to need a fair amount more mana than he currently had at his disposal in future.
The girls argument had died down properly by now.
Aaron took the opportunity to interject, “So... what is your name?”
The demon looked over to Aaron for the first time, “Didn’t even notice you.” The way she said it really irked him. “It’s Mara.”
“Well, Mara, I’m Aaron and your… ‘Master’... over there is Rita”
Rita just sighed and Mara basically pulled her nose up. Seriously, these girls! “So, where is the amulet that you’re supposedly bound to?” Aaron enquired.
“Huh? Is this guy for real? Who doesn’t know this?” Mara was practically swimming in her own incredulity.
“Mara, don’t be so mean. He’s suffering from amnesia, he doesn’t remember a thing beyond about five days ago.”
“And you actually believe such a ridiculous story? Silly little girl, he’s playing you.”
“No, he’s not. My mother, your summoner, was the one that did that to him.” Rita then turned to Aaron and offered a quick explanation, “A regularly summoned demon is bound to the skill of the warlock in question. A bound demon is a demon that is bound to an object instead and belongs to whoever rightfully owns the object in question. The object is the demon’s vessel in this world and when they die or run out of mana to sustain their physical form, they return to the object until they have recuperated enough mana.”
She then turned back to Mara, “Mara I order you not to cause me, Aaron or any other human or living creature harm without my consent. I order you stay by our sides at all times and protect us from any serious threats unless told otherwise. And you know I can’t give you such a general order as to simply ‘behave’, but seriously, behave yourself!”
Rita sighed, she might not be able to order humans around easily, but she had no trouble bossing a demon around. Probably the one good thing coming out of all her experiences with Dianna and demonology is that she was well aware of the trouble demons could cause if you didn’t lay out some proper ground rules for them.
They ate the soup shortly after that, including Mara. Apparently she needed to eat food in addition to absorbing ambient mana to stay in this world, due to her status as a ‘bound’ demon.
After supper, Aaron and Rita went to bed. This involved laying out blankets and pillows and each of them taking a bench on either side of the wagon as their respective beds. Mara was left to stand guard, since apparently, demons did not sleep.
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Aaron was having trouble sleeping. He should be dead tired from everything that had happened recently, but instead he had failed to fall asleep for the last hour or two already. A large part of this problem was likely the unbelievably pretty girl sleeping so innocently, right across from him.
Aaron sighed. He tried counting the stars that were in full view in the night sky, but no dice, he was still as wide awake as ever. He instead got up and decided to go take a piss. Well, he did need to take a piss regardless.
Aaron creeped out the back of the wagon as gently as he could manage, so as not to rock the wagon and wake the girl up. He went further into the forest, careful not to stray so far, that he could no longer see the wagon. Then he found a suitable tree and went about his business.
As the pungent smell of urine filled the air, and warm steam rose up, he idly wondered where Mara had gone off to.
“Booo!”
Aaron caught enough of a fright at the sudden exclamation to actually interrupt his ‘business’.
“Dammit Mara!”
She just chuckled. “Thinking about me, were you?”
How did she know that? Must be a lucky guess, he really hoped it was.
“You know, I’m not really into the whole pissing thing.” She said dryly while eyeballing his dick.
Aaron immediately put his junk away, “Ha- Ha-”
“And to be honest, that little thing down there… there’s no way it’s going to be able to satisfy Rita.” Aaron was starting to seriously suspect the demon to be psychic, he also idly wondered if all demons were this mean. “Well not that it matters, there’s no way that girl would ever ‘get’ with a loser like you.” The bitch even started laughing at him.
Aaron said nothing, he did not really want to give her anymore fuel, he was certain she would take whatever she can get and just never stop.
“A virgin like you wouldn’t know what to do with a woman in the first place…”
The insults kept on rolling, even as he retorted, “I am not a virgin, I have had sex before.” It was true, he had, once. Of course when he had told his friends about it, oh so proudly, none of them had even believed him! Was it so outrageous? Did he come across as that much of a loser?!
These unpleasant memories that he was forced to relive, meant that when the demon’s next comment fired off, “Sure loser, whatever you say…”, he snapped.
Skill: Alpha, purchased
‘Alpha!’
He felt something change, something qualitative about himself. He of course only had three seconds and had no time for something as silly as confirming the change on his status screen.
He took a quick step in Mara’s direction. She had frozen mid-sentence when he activated the skill, eyes fixated on him. He put his right arm around her back, pulling her closer, placed his left behind her head and stuck his tongue down her throat.
One second.
He wasted no time tasting every inch of the inside of her mouth. She had an almost sweet taste, he was certain that wasn’t normal. Not that he had kissed all that many girls though.
Two seconds.
As he intensified his efforts Mara actually started reciprocating and Aaron noticed that he had to now spend some effort to support her weight, she had actually gone weak at the knees.
As hot breath and spit was exchanged, their tongues finally pulled away from each other, tasting each other all the way to the end until the tips themselves parted.
Three seconds.
Mara’s face was flushed and she was breathing hard. It took a moment but the dreamy look in her eyes finally faded and were replaced with a look of shock.
Aaron wondered if she was shocked that it was good, or if she was shocked that he had done that at all.
The look of shock shifted and become something that looked more like confusion. That also only lasted a moment, before morphing into yet another expression that Aaron thought might be ‘realisation’.
Finally that too faded and what was left, was the most devious and widest grin Aaron had ever seen, heck, she was even showing off two fangs. It was at this point that Aaron seriously feared for his life! What had he done? He had forced himself onto a fucking demon! She can’t kill him right? Rita ordered her. Right?!
Mara, apparently completely recovered, stepped forward and gripped his shirt in a fist. Oh shit!
His world was suddenly spinning around. Mara had pulled him off his feet, and flung him overhead and proceeded to slam into the ground behind her, completely tearing his shirt off in the process.
Aaron landed hard on the ground, on his naked back.
Blunt force damage sustained: -13 health
Aaron coughed in pain. Fuck, she did that with just one hand!
Mara got down on her hands and knees, hovering just above Aaron. Her metallic blue hair hanging in front of him, framing her face beautifully. Aaron only now realised, with her hair shining as if absorbing the moonlight itself, and the same light glowing against her pale skin, that she was beautiful. As her bright red eyes stared back at him; she was not just sexy, but also truly beautiful.
And then she moved, almost faster than his eyes could follow. The next thing he knew, he was gasping in pain, she had bitten into one of his nipples, even drawing a few drops of blood, which she in turn happily licked up.
Mara dragged her tongue across his bare chest leaving a thin trail of saliva that was really cold in the night air, contrasting sharply against the feeling of her warm tongue and breath. She carried on licking him all the way up to his neck, like a hungry beast savouring it’s next meal.
She didn’t stop there and slid her tongue around his chin, past the edge of his mouth and even across his nose. He could swear he heard a growl escape from her. As much as that instilled fear into him, it also drove his senses wild.
Aaron, with all his strength suddenly rolled the two of them over and pinned Mara to the ground with his body. His legs were between hers, and the giant bulge in his pants was pressing firmly against her leather clad crotch. He could feel her large breasts squishing under the weight of his chest, only a little though, the leather outfit she was wearing did not afford them many places to go.
Aaron leaned in and licked her soft pink lips, savouring the flavour, before intruding deeper into her mouth. Mara had seemed to enjoy the previous kiss and responded immediately this time, by meeting his tongue with her own.
As their tongues cradled each other like they were having sex all on their own, Mara began shifting her crotch that was still pressed against his rock hard member, ever so slightly up and down, stroking his cock and her pussy at the same time, through their clothes. She seemed to really be enjoying that, and he could also feel the ‘pressure’ building in his manhood.
He didn’t stop passionately kissing her, but he did however get a hold of one of her breasts with his left hand. He couldn’t feel much through the thick sturdy leather top, except a soft round bulge, so he compensated by squeezing- hard. This elicited a small moan from Mara, she apparently had a thing for the rough stuff.
So Aaron squeezed even harder, till his fingers dug deep into her breast and it become shaped more like a laced football. She moaned louder this time and Aaron could feel a wild smile on her lips even though his tongue was still inside her mouth.
Blunt force trauma sustained: -11 health
Before Aaron even knew what had happened, he was on his back again with another HP loss notification. He was starting to wonder if he was even going to survive this. Mara was standing above him, but this time she reached down and ripped his pants off so wildly, he was half dragged across the ground in the process.
Now completely exposed, he lay there naked on the grass under the moonlight, the cold night air practically wrapping itself around his balls, cooling them down in the process. His erection was standing to attention and near damn well pointing accusingly towards the heavens.
Mara squatted over him, while facing him and used her hand to smoothly pull the underside of her garment out of the way, exposing two snow white lips with a glistening wet pinkness between them. Aaron marveled a moment at the the small patch of silver shining hair just above her pussy, it was really pretty.
Without warning she rammed herself onto him, taking his full length in a single moment, cowgirl style. Aaron gasped out loud. It was hot inside of her, so hot. Way hotter than what it should be. It was like there was a literal fire raging inside of her vagina. He was certain that if it had been any hotter at all, he might actually receive a burn status. But it wasn’t any hotter than what it was, and what is was, was fucking amazing!
As Mara lifted her waist up until his dick slid out of her all the way up until the tip, she then proceeded to bury her ass into his crotch one more, ramming all of it back inside her again at once. She moaned out loud.
Aaron also practically seized up from not just the force of the vagina pushing down onto his member, tightly enveloping it, but also the ever present heat it was generating. He was losing his mind, her incredibly soft pussy felt far too amazing.
She repeated the process of lifting her butt up slowly and then ramming it all the way back down with enough force to make his nuts bounce upwards, slapping her shapely soft ass.
As she lifted herself once more, slowly, he could feel the ridges inside her vagina sliding across his member, caressing it; and then when she rammed back down, his skin pulling tight and his tip plunging deep inside of her.
Aaron groaned with the pleasure. He also had a really great view. The beautiful silver haired busty demon, clad in tight black leather. His throbbing cock visible, as she repeatedly impaled herself on it. Her legs were bent and spread to the sides, while she continued to ram him. He could see everything, including her slightly bouncing leather clad breasts, and the thick wifts of steam that were rising from her unnaturally hot pink pussy.
Despite being high on the pleasure, Mara did notice Aaron eyeballing here tits. She reached over and dragged one of her ‘claws’ down her chest, easily slicing her top open, straight down the middle. Her previously restrained breasts practically burst outwards pushing the leather aside on either side.
The ‘twins’ were still being strangled on either side by the now two ‘leather straps’ that was previously her top, causing them on flop around in front of the material as she rode him. Aaron watched in delight as the large, pale skinned breasts, with their equally large, blue nipples bounced up and down in an unsteady motion, sometimes bouncing against each other, other times swinging from left to right when reigned in by the edges of her split leather top.
The incredible visuals and the amazing feeling inside of her and the now wet suction sounds her pussy was making, combined, were far too much for the less experienced Aaron and he could feel his cock pulsating already.
Mara apparently felt it too. She arched her back right over backwards, supporting herself with her hands on the ground as she continued to grind his shaft at an even sharper angle than before. She was bent over so far that her large breasts were leaning to either side of her.
Aaron couldn’t take it anymore and moaned out loud as he blew his load deep inside of her, a literal fountain of cum. Mara locked in place all of sudden, curling her toes deep into the dirt and hissed.
When he finally finished ejaculating, she collapsed to the ground, knees bent and his dick still inside of her. She was squirming around while biting her lower lip. Fondling her own breasts, she moaned appreciatively, looking distinctly like a cat in heat.
Eventually she recovered and climbed off of Aaron. In an instant her clothes magically reformed and she gave him the brightest smile he had seen on her so far, “Looks like I was wrong about you”, she said still smiling. Aaron looked around and realised that the fragments of clothing scattered about that he had been previously wearing would not be magically reforming any time soon. Man, he was going to have a hard time explaining away the loss of clothes to Rita.
He then noticed the unread notifications that he had been too- distracted- to notice before.
You have committed a taboo
Laying with a demon: -1 faith
Congratulations, skill unlocked: Endurance
Congratulations, skill unlocked: Family planning
Congratulations, skill book: Haremest has reached level 4
Skill book: Haremest now has 1 point available.
Congratulations, Aaron - Haremest, has reached level 4
Aaron - Haremest, now has 2 points available.
Congratulations, skill book: Haremest has reached level 5
Skill book: Haremest now has 2 points available.
Congratulations, Aaron - Haremest, has reached level 5
Aaron - Haremest, now has 4 points available.