Leveling through Lust-Chapter 119
“So, where were we?” I asked even as I opened the cabinet. The sight that my eyes met was spectacular. Oeyne’s delicious caramel skin was covered with sweat, adding a nice shine to her already impressive beauty, while her chest was heaving helplessly.
But that was nothing compared to the amazing sight of her face, a mixture of pleasure, joy, desperation, and helplessness, to a level of perfection I had never seen before. She was reacting to her loss of strength after I blocked her connection with the specific nodes in her soul space.
Admittedly, it had some interesting implications, such as destroying the nodes to permanently depowering someone, but only under certain circumstances. Killing someone was still easier than depowering them, and that was before going into any possible backlash from the system for doing so.
The more interesting possibility was permanently enhancing someone’s power directly. The disgusting patchwork of power I had observed from the soul space of the assassins that were targeting Titania already suggested it was possible, not that I was interested in it other than possible academic implications.
I was more than happy with the way I was helping the others level up, thank you very much.
However, the theoretical applications of soul space manipulations were just a fleeting line of thought that occurred on the back of my head while I pulled Oeyne out of the stuffy cabinet and pushed against the work surface. After repeated orgasms thanks to the vibrator I added to the ensemble —and without the endurance to resist— she had already enjoyed several climaxes, forcing me to lower the suppression of her endurance to prevent her from fainting from overwhelming pleasure as I started caressing her wet lips.
“So,” I started lazily even as I freed her from her gag, allowing her moans to rose unimpeded while my other hand was still busy caressing her entrance. “Have you found my talk with the princess’s handmaiden useful?” Rather than a proper answer, I received a moan that was roughly positive. “Use your words, master, your apprentice can’t understand you,” I said mockingly even as I slapped her ass softly.
Even that was enough to trigger another helpless climax in her overcharged state. She tried to give a proper answer, but it failed quickly as her voice was flooded with endless moans. The treatment from my hands, alternating between caresses and spanks, didn’t exactly help her contain her tone as well. It took almost a minute for her to utter a few words. “It was … very good.”
“Really,” I said with a mocking enthusiasm. “Do you think I deserve a reward for my expert diplomacy,” I said even as I slipped two fingers into her wetness, earning another desperate moan, this time even louder.
“Yes,” she answered helplessly.
“Such a good master,” I said even as I pulled out my fingers, and without a warning, impaled her wetness aggressively. It was a pity that I was temporarily unable to progress the companion process, because Oeyne was at the perfect point to leverage it. And the stat bonus he would have received from that would have come very usefully while repairing the staff.
It was a pity, but instead of lamenting the loss of opportunity, I focused on the amazing sight in front of me, her arms still handcuffed, her legs wrapped in silver chains, turning her into an amazing gift. A gift that I continued to ram mercilessly while she moaned, not giving her even a moment to recover.
Still, I occasionally loosened the restrictions on her physical stats to prevent her from collapsing, even occasionally relying on my healing to reduce her exhaustion. Otherwise, it was impossible for her to stay conscious under the flood of pleasure.
Her moans intensified when I slipped one hand between the work surface and her chest, squeezing her breasts aggressively. Her nipples were so hard that I was surprised they weren’t scratching the work surface as she slid back and forth.
“So, you have a lot of time to think about the discussion. What’s your opinion?” I asked, well aware anything more than a few simple words were impossible to create for her.
“What?” was all she could utter, confused at the sudden question, my repeated squeezing of her spectacular breasts not making it any easier. “I-” she tried to add, only to fade into a cry when I spanked her hard once more, making her huge ass jiggle.
“Try to be more articulate, master. It doesn’t fit your esteemed self,” I mocked her, only to continue to spank her whenever she opened her mouth, trying to answer, drowning her words in another moan.
Despite the rough treatment, however, when I pulled out of her, the only reaction she let out was a desperate plea. “No, please, don’t stop,” she gasped, impressing me with her articulation.
“Don’t worry,” I said with a chuckle as I cast a spell, conjuring another set of chains even as the handcuffs I created were flicked open. An arcana spell allowed the chains to move freely, wrapping her arms, forcing her upright. I walked around her a full circle, enjoying the sight of her voluptuous body that rejected the domain of time.
[-43 Mana]
“Such a slutty master,” I said as I spanked her softly, enjoying the way she gushed at the slightest touch. “The guilds were idiots to use threats and financial incentives to censure you. All they needed was a well-crafted dildo for you to fold,” I mocked her as I caressed her body softly, which, despite the great contrast with the earlier rough treatment, still worked wonders.
“Please,” she gasped desperately, ignoring my mocking remarks as she focused on my touch. It was just one word, but it perfectly conveyed her desperation.
“Such a desperate master,” I mocked her, which made her gushing even more intense. “You’re lucky that you have a merciful apprentice.”
“Thank you-” she tried to start, only for her words to fade when my hand landed on her perfect breast to leave a dark mark, turning into another harsh moan. Her pain tolerance was really impressive even with her limited stats.
I decided to reward her. “So, which way you want. Throat, pussy, or ass?” I asked.
Her answer came quicker than lightning. “Fuck me in the ass,” she spat out desperately, like she was afraid I would remove her chance to choose if I delayed even a second.
“As you wish,” I said as I added the required spells to clean, but deliberately kept the lubrication very limited, nor helped her to loosen magically. Despite the poor preparation, I impaled her with one sharp stab, making her moan desperately, her pleasure easily overwhelming the hints of pain.
“Harder,” she moaned as I impaled her rapidly, so I grabbed her hair and pulled back roughly, adding another layer of pain, one that she appreciated greatly if her tightening was any indicator. I continued to drill her mercilessly while my other hand danced over her curves, mercilessly exploring her sensitive spots.
Her ass tightened under my treatment, doubling the already significant pleasure I was getting from our fun adventure. I didn’t say anything, just continued to enjoy her helpless tightness. Her back arching beautifully as I steadily pushed her toward another climax, struggling to stay on the bright side of the line that separated consciousness from fainting,
It wasn’t just the amazing tightness of her ass that was giving me pleasure —not that it was anything less than amazing. The true joy came from turning another strong and beautiful woman into a member of my growing harem. Without her strength and achievements, the pleasure I would have gotten from her total surrender would have been significantly less.
“Look at yourself,” I ordered as I conjured a mirror in front of her, forcing her to confront her own slutty face.
She caught the sight of her body. Her eyes widened in shock as her mind registered the intenseness of her arousal, clear as a day on her beautiful face. Still, despite the initial shock, she embraced it easily. She started pushing her ass back to match my pacing, her tits jiggling in an amazing manner whenever our bodies hit together.
As the hold of the pleasure got even stronger, her breathing started to get out of control. She was nearing another climax, but this time, I wasn’t too far away from an explosion as well. She was burning with a desire that was impossible to suppress. I considered suddenly pulling out to leave her on the edge, but I decided against it for two reasons. First, she had already gone through delicious torture locked in the cabinet while I was flirting with Delia.
Second, I was also about to explode.
“I’m going to fill you,” I whispered, which she replied with a delicious moan, not saying a word. Not that she needed any words at this point. Her desperate moans, combined with her body language, told her story much better than any word could convey. She closed her eyes as she focused on the sensation while I slammed with a renewed fervor.
Then, I exploded, flooding her bowels with my seed, which triggered a desperate moan in her as well. I unraveled the chains with a wave of my hands and dispelling the enchantments —the useless ones that I cast to trick her about the source of her suppression— and removed the restrictions from her stats.
Her phenomenal power returned completely, but that only helped her to stay conscious. She still collapsed against me, her body limp enough to force me to grab her waist to prevent her from collapsing. I chuckled even as I dragged her toward the nearest chair.
I sat down and pulled her to my lap, my shaft still in her ass, every throbbing making her moan softly.
I needed a toy to distract myself while I waited for her to recover. Luckily, I had a very convenient one. I grabbed her breasts and started kneading them gently while I waited for her to recover…
After all, we still have a lot of things to discuss…
[Level: 30 Experience: 447193 / 465000
Strength: 41 Charisma: 53
Precision: 35 Perception: 37
Agility: 35 Manipulation: 40
Speed: 34 Intelligence: 44
Endurance: 34 Wisdom: 46
HP: 5370 / 5370 Mana: 6600 / 6600 ]
SKILLS
Master Melee [100/100]
Master Tantric [100/100]
Master Biomancy [100/100]
Master Elemental [100/100]
Master Arcana [100/100]
Master Subterfuge [100/100]
Expert Speech [75/75]
Advanced Craft [50/50]
PERKS
Mana Regeneration
Skill Share
Empowerment (1/1)
Teleportation
COMPANIONS
[Cornelia - Level 21/25]
[Helga - Level 17/21]
