Author’s Preamble: I am very sorry about the late release. My computer chord was partially broken a while ago, but now it is really broken. I thought it was completely broken and was going to order a new one; however, I thought I would fiddle with the chord one more time and learned it worked. I have to hold the chord in a steady position at all times, but that position changes depending on how stupid my computer wants to be. SO. I’m hoping that I can finish this chapter before my computer runs out. Alright. To Mr. Pale Rider, I do not think that slavery is essential to medieval society. Now, as I have mentioned previously, Abrum got his love of battle from his uncle. However, his father loved tactics, and Abrum spent more time with him since he was his father. So, this is kinda the phase of preparation for that one big “Screw You moment” as I like to call them. I was really happy with all the comments and discussion. Made me really happy that my humble little story is something to debate over. Thank you all. Anyway, Rate (actually do it! Advanced rating would be nice), comment, and tell others! (Kinda a transitory chapter again. Next up, the church's reaction to Abrum!)

{{Veila’s POV}}

I clawed at the floor. I begged. I put myself in such a shameful position. The previous me would be aghast and agog; however, I didn’t care. I would do anything if it meant that I would be reunited with Nimbus. Anything. As I scraped at the shadow, I heard there were voices talking in the background.

It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the pleasure that Nimbus could bring.

And then, I was reunited with Nimbus, but not in the way that I knew. I felt something touch my shoulder, but before I could brush it off, my body received something from that touch.

Pure pleasure exploded from that one point on my shoulder. It traveled up and down my spine, dancing across it like lightning. I arched my back in surprise, trying to lessen the pleasure so I could understand what was going on.

But it was relentless. Up and down, all across my body, until finally it came to my mind and exploded. I may or may not have let out an incredibly lewd sound.

Then I thought to myself. I know this feeling. This pleasure. Unrelenting. Lingering. With a little zap that only intensifies the pleasure. This was my Nimbus. That was the pleasure that was so different than anything that I had experienced in all my cycles.

I turned to stare into the depths of Nimbus, in his shadowy glory, but a different sight met my eyes.

A pale face framed by long, silky white hair. A worried expression was in his ice blue eyes. Even though their colors were so cold, I could sense warmth. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul. This person had a very warm soul.

There was no mistake. Nimbus hadn’t abandoned me. He was still here. Thus, I flung myself to him calling out.

“NIMBUS!”

{{Abrum’s POV}}

‘How in the world did this happen?!’ were Abrum’s thought on the situation.

He had a busty, well-proportioned elf wrapped bodily around his leg, like a child would do. On top of that, there were rather lewd noises exiting her mouth. Moans of pleasure to be exact. She had her slender arms and her well sculpted legs around his shin and thigh. She was grinding her body against his leg, making loud moans while she was doing it.

Now, Abrum’s table had pretty much everyone’s attention.

“Hey, isn’t that an elf?”

“The heck? No slave collar and she’s making such noises.”

“Haven’t I seen her somewhere before?”

“She looks very familiar…”

With the intense scrutiny, Abrum started to feel uncomfortable.

“Hey wait… Isn’t she one of the Elven Swords?”

‘Crud! They found out! Gotta go.’

He shot a look to Lilith to express the urgency of the situation. He had braced himself for the face of Lilith, but instead of the dead, expressionless eyes with the scary smile, she had picked up the floofy puggle wuggles and was already headed to the door.

Abrum started to hobble as fast as he could after her. It was hard to move with a sensual elf clinging to one leg. He had made it out of the door just in time. He could hear the chairs scraping across the floor and he knew they were coming for him and the perverted elf.

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As he ran with Lilith, he looked pleadingly at her as she carried the puggle wuggles.

“Is there anyway to get her off so I don’t have to keep hobbling?”

“Just try to survive.” She said with a smile.

“You aren’t the least bit worried or jealous are you?”

Lilith just responded by laughing good-heartedly and running faster with the Floof bundles.

“Ugothir, Orthir, any ideas?”

“Not a single idea.” Said Ugothir.

“Huhuhuhuhu…expanding the pack opportunity…Lord’s harem… candidate…” some very dangerous things were leaking out of Orthir’s mind.

‘Note to self… be wary of Orthir…’ thought Abrum to himself.

“Hey, you can talk to these little ones right? I don’t see your golden mark on them though.” Said Lilith as they ducked down an alley and were almost to the training hall.

“Ah, about that, it’s a new mark. Mark of the Moon. I’m not quite sure how the upgrade will affect the previous marks. We should probably ask Aleqe when we get back. After we get her off my leg.” Abrum said as they arrived at the training hall. They burst through the doors and closed them quickly.

There, in the middle of the room sat Aleqe with a big grin on his face. It was a knowing grin. The sounds of moaning reached his ears and the smile just grew bigger. Abrum leaned against the wall, panting just a small bit. Not from the physical exertion, but the nervousness. He couldn’t let the adventurers examine Veila, a sword of the Loihon kingdom, in this state. If they saw the weakness, the slave trade in Sefica might increasingly deal with elves.

“Ah. So I got the timing right. Hehehe. Must have been quite a commotion at the adventurers’ guild” said Aleqe as he got up from his position.

Abrum stood still for a moment, flabbergasted.

“Y-you knew this would happen?”

“Well, your shadow seemed to be digesting something. It was going through the pleasure track so I took a little guess. It was a good workout to run back here right? You needed it anyway. When you change races, your stats reset, so I thought it would be a good idea to see how much you trained yourself on the way back. I must say, you got back here faster than expected.”

“Yes, I trained on the way back, it was hard but the hell training he---Hey wait a minute. Before I start to lecture you, can you get the grinding elf off my leg?” Abrum asked.

“Why don’t you like it?”

“…You perverted old man. Get her off of me…” Abrum said only in a half joking manner.

“Not that simple. You have an interesting skill right? Dominating Shadow was it?”

“Yeah, I am now thoroughly regretting every picking up that book.”

“It’s a skill that most vampires have. A skill that protects them and turns their worst enemies into their most infallible allies, through the art of pleasure. The activation is the killing intent, and it will spit one back out when all possible killing intent is destroyed. After completion, the one that was swallowed will feel an intense, sensual pleasure, every time the owner of the shadow touches them.”

“Oh for the love of… Is there a way to get rid of this skill, or at least reverse the effects?” Abrum asked as he began to try to pry Veila off. Lilith was trying to pull her off as well, muttering something like, “That’s enough now… it’s my turn…”

“No, and maybe. Sorry to say, you’re stuck with the perverted shadow skill. The effects that it leaves is akin to a high level curse. It could be removed, but it would take regular doses of holy water and purification magic.”

“Now, is there a way to get her off?” Asked Abrum desperately. Veila’s Yurati trained body wasn’t just for show. He could not manage to pry her off in the position he was in.

Abrum turned to face Aleqe, and was a bit taken aback. Aleqe had quite the grin upon his face.

“Well, like I said, just being touched by you will cause her intense pleasure. The brain has only so much capacity for pleasure. If you give her enough she should pass out.”

‘Why are things always complicated?’ Thought Abrum as he began.

I’ll leave the rest to your imagination dear readers.