Finding Purpose (Hafnium)

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Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

The pale girl would adopt a frown when Kringlicsly first replied, though she managed to reclaim a more neutral expression as the other woman continued on and adopted a smile of her own. Tamonten couldn't help but wonder if it wouldn't be her last big day, even though the way Xeon had explained it made her feel like her odds of surviving the ritual had, at least, been better than her odds at surviving her battles against the black oak and Elawdrin. The errant thought made her regret what had happened the previous night all the more, what a terrible thing to have done on what might've been her last day with Kringlicsly.

She mentally shook herself from that thought though. No point in getting all mopey over it, not while she still at least had most of the remainder of the day to enjoy with her lover. She could save her fears and inhibitions until she was actually on the table, or whatever it was that Xeon was going to use. "Really big day.... We should use it as an excuse to be gluttons," she jokingly added, using her old standby of humor to mask her remaining unease. "We'll both need to be at our full strength, after all," she continued with a wry grin.

The pale girl would take her tattered faerie clothing from the bag and use it as a rag to wipe Krig's release off of her chest before preparing to leave, finding herself not as far past the point of caring as she thought she was about the prospect of being seen by her former comrades and the maids she both had and hadn't met with her lover's cum all over her. When she noticed that the foxgirl herself had accumulated some of her own mess, however, she tossed the rag away and stopped her. "Just a second, you've got something on you," she noted before proceeding to bend in toward Krig's chest and making a lewd show of licking it from her body and swallowing it before straightening. "Okay, let's go," she offered to the other woman with a grin as if nothing had happened.

She was glad of her choice to clean herself up after Krig and she had exited into the hallway, as it was more embarrassing for people other than her lover to see the marks that Tamonten had been so proud of than she had expected. Perhaps she was fortunate to be embarrassed though, as if she hadn't been so focused on what the maid could and couldn't see she might have ended up staring at the woman's pretty features or her gigantic chest and trying to figure out how her breasts were so expertly defying the call of gravity.

Instead, she subconsciously shifted to try to hide her backside as the maid passed and offered a small nod when she inquired if they were heading to the baths. "We'd like some breakfast too. I don't want to be too much of a bother but if it's possible could I get two servings? Maybe something salty? I'd like some sweets too, if there's anything available." The pale girl would let Krig add any specifics she might have about her own meal. She decided against mentioning that the sheets needed changing, given how much she felt like she was already asking for.

Assuming the maid didn't make any response that would require Tamonten to change her request, she would then offer the demonic woman a simple thank you before continuing on into the baths. She was initially embarrassed to find Sensensiel already in the baths and more embarrassed for how the angel's eyes focused in on her various marks and Krig's half-erect shaft, the latter of which caused the swordswoman to briefly wonder why the foxgirl still hadn't shifted it away, though her embarrassment would fade when she reminded herself that Sensensiel had seen them, and joined them, in a far more intimate setting. "Good morning," she would reply a bit more cheerfully than Kringlicsly had before taking her own place in the bath.

Tamonten chose to settle in on the side of Krig opposite from the angel, as though she held no dislike for the angel their last conversation still had the pale girl feeling a bit awkward in her presence and that feeling was inflamed by the fact that they were both nude. As far as the pale girl was concerned, the bath would go the most smoothly if she simply kept to herself, enjoyed the warmth of the water against her skin for a while, washed herself, and made her way back to her room. She would set about doing just that, focusing largely on cleaning the dried cum from between her thighs before working her way up and down the rest of her body. Tamonten chose not to offer Krig any assistance in cleaning, not because she didn't want to but rather because she knew she wouldn't have the willpower to avoid paying special attention to her lover's breasts, ass, and crotch, even in front of Sensensiel if given half a chance. Best to focus on keeping things clean, both literally and metaphorically, for the time being by her own reckoning.

That was the plan, anyway, until Kringlicsly began to speak with Sensensiel. The conversation drew a curious look from Tamonten, who for her part initially was only relieved that Krig wasn't upset with the other woman for the conversation that had transpired the day before in her guest room. That lasted right up until her lover turned to her with her sudden demand. "Huh?" The pale girl automatically made her confusion clear. She was pretty sure she had heard right, but there was no way that Krig had just commanded that she bend over for her in front of another person, even if it was somebody they'd been in a foursome with. Even if the spirit wielder had said what Tamonten thought she did, there was simply no way that the possessed woman could ever possibly even consider -- and it was at around that point in her thoughts that Kringlicsly stood up, revealing her naked form and erect manhood in the process -- saying no to the foxgirl.

The pale girl was stunned for a few moments in which she did little more than stare at her lover's nude body in shock. "Y-yes, mistress," she ended up blurting out before her brain had even caught up enough to assess the situation, with an ease that briefly had her wondering if perhaps Krig had used some sort of magic behind her command. Her face was as scarlet as Sensensiel's was, even as she rose to her feet, waded to a clear enough edge of the pool to facilitate positioning herself as the other woman had commanded, and bent as low as she could, propping her arms on the floor around the pool for support, and kept her ass as high as she was able in order to present herself to Kringlicsly like an animal in heat.

Her mind was racing, as it always was whenever she tried something new and racy, the topics at the forefront of her thoughts being her effort to unravel why she found the prospect of Krig dominating her in front of the angel so utterly exciting and what exactly was on her lover's mind to have sparked the situation, along with the obvious question of just why she had gone along with it so easily. The only words she could think to get out as she held herself there for whatever the spirit wielder had in store for her, however, were in the form of a question. "Is this, um, position okay?" The pale girl would try to sneak a peek back to see what the kitsune was doing as she asked.

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

Spoiler

Tamonten: HP = 89, PP = 61, EP = 66, Status = Fine, Pregnant

NPC Stats
Krig: HP = 51, PP = 52, EP = 131, Status = Alright, Pregnant

"Good," Krig grunted when the swordswoman had assumed the position that she'd demanded, the kitsune eying up the still slightly red skin of the pale warrior woman's rear as Tamonten presented herself against the side of the bath. Her lover's hand smacked roughly across Tamonten's bottom, sharply striking first one cheek and then the other, but before whatever response Tamonten might make at her lover's rough treatment of her already slightly sore bottom, two things happened that might prevent her from speaking. Firstly, anchors of light suddenly appeared over her hands, holding them to the ground as surely as if they'd been locked there by iron bands, and if she tried to move her feet she would find them similarly secured. Secondly, Krig simply grabbed her by the waist and slammed her cock to the hilt into Tamonten's folds.

The stiff rod was even bigger than it had been before, leaving her folds stretching nicely to accommodate the whole thing, though her warped status and the taste for pain that she had gained ensured that it hurt in the best sort of way. The kitsune would rest inside of her for only a few seconds, having let out a low grunt as her cock filled Tamonten to the brim, before she placed both hands on the helpless swordswoman's hips and started thrusting away. Her journey to the side had only taken her a few feet farther away from Sensensiel, who had ceased her washing completely in favor of watching the brazen duo with her mouth agape, though for the moment Krig would ignore her completely in favor of slamming her hips repeatedly into Tamonten's upraised backside.

Every thrust of her lover's cock into her stretched pussy sent a wave of ecstasy rolling up the demonic warrior's spine, complete with a secondary pulse of sensation that came when the kitsune's tip hit her cervix. For the next few minutes Krig went at her like a battering ram, a slight violet glow signalling that she had called upon her aura to let her go faster. About halfway through Krig would grab a fistful of her hair, forcing her head to tilt back and using it like a leash to force the swordswoman to slam back against her, and with only a little bit more buildup after that point the pale warrior would be pushed forcefully through her first orgasm.

A few moments after that but before Tamonten could cum again, however, Krig would stop without having found her own peak and slowly pulled her shaft from the swordswoman's folds. "You know," she began dryly, "I think I remember you using something else on me." A few seconds after that she once more felt her lover's cock pressing against her petals, but it had changed. Its tip was much wider but also flat, with the shaft a little thicker than before but now even longer, a near-perfect replica of the equine shaft that she had used on the kitsune only two days prior. When Krig crammed her newly enhanced cock into the swordswoman this time, Tamonten could barely contain all of it, though this time she would slide in rather than slam to the hilt.

Another few seconds of rest and Krig would start thrusting again, still moving slowly so that Tamonten could feel the rim of the thicker tip sliding against every centimeter her inner walls. A few minutes of those slow thrusts would follow, but again she would pull out before Tamonten could cum, this time leaving the swordswoman dangling on the edge of another release while her glow faded. "I also happen to remember a few other liberties that you took," she continued, and Tamonten would feel the tip slowly glide upwards until it was pressed against the tight star of her anus. "So I think it's only fair if, nnnn~" Krig grunted as she slid in, pausing in her dry statement to moan briefly as Tamonten's tight pucker yielded before her initial thrust, "pay you back for that!"

Inch after inch slid of her lover's thick, hard shaft into the swordswoman's ass, stretching her like no partner had before. Despite the tightness and the lack of lubrication besides water and the juices left over from her pussy, however, the slight discomfort was easily overwhelmed by pleasure, especially when the tip slid past a particularly sensitive spot that made her vision briefly flash white from the intense burst of sensation that it sent thundering up her spine. For a few moments Krig would rest inside of her, the pale warrior's tight orifice gradually growing used to being so filled until only pleasure remained, and when that happened the kitsune slid back. Another white-hot burst followed by a dull grind of glorious sensation was sent rocking through Tamonten as her lover pulled back, and as she thrust right back in it became clear that that pattern of pleasure was exactly what she could expect as Krig claimed her ass for the first time.

The kitsune spirit wielder set up a slow but steady pace, sawing in and out of the helplessly bound swordswoman's anus with her engorged rod, needing no further lubrication despite the size of the shaft that she had grown. Krig initially offered only a minimum of audible appreciation despite how tightly her cock was gripped by Tamonten's ass, but after only about a minute and a half proved more than sufficient to send the swordswoman spiraling into yet another orgasm she began to moan softly. Once more the kitsune's hand came down upon Tamonten's rear, this time just at the tail end of the pale girl's orgasm and just as Krig was making another pull back.

"You're just so... Fucking.... Tight!" she groaned lewdly, and from then on Tamonten felt her pace begin to pick up, though she would never even approach the rate at which she'd been hammering into the swordswoman's pussy before Tamonten felt her begin to throb. She had offered the occasional smack against her ass throughout their encounter, but as her orgasm approached Krig simply started raining blows on her already stinging cheeks. "Nnnff... You love my big dick sliding up that tight little ass, don't you?" she gasped, "I can feel you getting ready to.... Ahhhnnn... Cum for me again.... Is that what you want? Huh? Tell me it's what you want! Tell me you're... Nnn... Gonna cum from me fucking you up the ass!" Krig would suffer no disobedience on Tamonten's part at that point, harshly smacking the swordswoman's ass, slowing her thrusts, and even establishing a mild spiritual hold to prevent her from reaching her peak until the possessed warrior did as her lover demanded.

"Louder!" she cried, and her hand came down again to deliver yet another stinging blow, "louder like a good slut that loves it up the ass!" Even when Tamonten obeyed, however, Krig still moved painfully slowly, offering not quite enough pleasure to tip her over the edge despite whatever the domineering kitsune's actions might inspire. "Mmmm, but what about me?" she would ask in a purr after a few torturous moments, holding onto Tamonten's tail in case she sought to give herself some relief that way. "Such a selfish little slut.... Don't you want me to cum too?" she purred, "don't you want to feel me filling your ass full, just like I filled that naughty pussy of yours?"

Tamonten had a moment or two to respond before Krig spanked her again and muttered, "beg! Tell me!" Another series of sharp smacks, each one threatening to drive her over the edge but their spacing keeping them from accomplishing what Krig's thrusts refused to manage, "tell me you want me to cum in your ass! Beg for it!" Only obedience or a great deal of force would save Tamonten from her lover's torture at that point, and even if she opted for the former Krig wouldn't show mercy immediately, smacking her once more and grunting; "Louder!" This time the kitsune would go for a second repetition, however, giving a few rapid thrusts that almost made her cum her brains out as her perineal sponge took hit after hit before holding herself completely still with her equine cock poised with only the tip still inside, waiting a moment in order to issue yet another demand; "Louder!"

Only with one final bit of obedience would Tamonten seemingly earn her release, with Krig giving up her teasing to start hammering into the swordswoman's ass. Less than half a minute would see her over the edge if she didn't simply cum instantly once the kitsune's hold on her spirit was released, but her orgasm would only spur Krig to move faster. About midway through she would feel a rush of heat into her bowels as her lover began to moan in earnest, wave after wave of hot, sticky cream coating her insides as Krig came in her ass while thrusting away, much of it going deep as her ejaculations fired off into Tamonten's depths. Seven ropes ended up poured into her ass before Krig pulled out, leaving four more to coat her freshly reddened backside, the hot liquid still fully tactile to her battered nerves as it clung to her already burning skin. Pulling out also allowed a small flood of cum to start pouring from her freshly used hole, leaking over her pussy and down her legs on its way down into the bathwater, but the magical bindings around her hands and feet remained, preventing Tamonten from collapsing in any sort of comfortable manner.

"You," Krig grunted after panting in her afterglow for a few seconds, "stay right there." She heard the kitsune turn, presumably in Sensensiel's direction given the blue-haired angel's reaction as Krig then said; "get over here.... And bend over the side, just like her." Shock came over Sensensiel's face in response to Krig's bold command, and she slowly looked to Tamonten, who could still see the other woman's face from her current position, with a look that plainly asked for permission. While it was obvious enough that she'd been watching simply because she likely could have done little else, it was only clear when Tamonten actually looked at her that the angel had been doing a bit more than that. The tips of her breasts, just barely visible as they hovered over the surface of the water, were hardened and had quite obviously seen a bit of attention, and the hand that hadn't been doing that had drifted under the water and vanished, though the position of her arm left very few places where it might have gone.

 

[Hafnium]

Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

The pale girl gave sharp gasps of mixed pleasure and pain as her lover's hand resounded against her already sore cheeks. To issue such a brazen command in order to set up a public spanking? Just what had possessed the foxgirl that day? Tamonten opened her mouth to make a quip about it all, but her words would never make it into the open air before Krig's cock slammed into her and drove the breath right out of her. The swordswoman's hands and feet had been locked in place as well, but it was a very easy detail for her to miss when compared to the sensation of taking her lover's massive cock from tip to base in less than a second.

The nature of the magic holding her in place was only dimly registered even afterward, as once the foxgirl started furiously pounding into her slit the pale girl could do little more than hold on for the ride. At first she was as powerless to do anything about the situation as their angel voyeur, able to provide little other than a series of sharp gasps as her pussy was utterly assaulted by Kringlicsly's cock. To suggest that she wasn't a willing participant in the debauchery, however, would have been completely, totally wrong, because she absolutely loved it. Kringlicsly was as sexy as she'd ever been when she was being so controlling and territorial in front of others. She had no idea what sparked it, of course, but she couldn't help but imagine it was her lover's way of displaying that when it came down to it she was Krig's lover. The only thing that had been holding Tamonten back from reciprocating that possibly imagined sentiment had been her own body.

On the initial penetration Tamonten had only been just barely aroused and was likely saved a lot of pain by the magical nature of her body and what precum dribbled forth from Kringlicsly's dick, but as she became slicker she was fully willing to thrust her ass back against her lover's hips in order to take the other woman's cock to the hilt more forcefully. Every thrust after she had become accustomed to Krig's pace had the pale girl issuing primal moans that seemed to arise from her very core. The noises escaping from her lips only became louder when her lover grabbed her hair and used it to steer her backward at the foxgirl's own pace, the very act causing the pale girl's pleasure to soar, and eventually turned into a whorish scream of pleasure as the other woman easily fucked her past her first peak.

But in a repeat of the previous night's performance, the kitsune didn't stop even as the swordswoman's tight folds made every effort in the world to squeeze the seed from her thick shaft and into Tamonten's waiting womb. The possessed warrior was left on the high point of her orgasm for nearly a minute, crying out her pleasure with wanton disregard for the angel they shared the bath and everyone else in Xeon's mansion. She would end up halfway to a second orgasm before Kringlicsly abruptly slid her manhood free of the pale woman's slit, leaving her to whine in disappointment and pant in the aftermath. The pale girl was still so muddled by sensory overload when her lover began to talk that, while she could make out Krig's words, she couldn't begin to piece together the meaning behind them.

She soon found out, as the flared tip of Krig's reshaped cock pressed against her lower lips. Tamonten remembered the feeling well enough to understand what was coming next, not from experience but rather from the psychic link she had briefly shared with the spirit wielder. She barely had enough time to swallow deeply and throw a pleading look back over her shoulder at her lover. "But that was — Nn — your — Ah! — order!" Her feeble protest likely, at best, fell on deaf ears, and at worst might have earned her more punishment even as she was speared on the kitsune's thick horsecock. Despite her protests though, she didn't even suffer a moment of pain from the massive shaft stretching her inner walls around it.

Between Krig's steady pace and the pale girl's own supernaturally accommodating body it wasn't long before Tamonten was bathed in liquid pleasure by the feeling of the horsecock sliding in and out of her, even though it stretched her more than any other partner she'd had save perhaps the giant gruff. She was beginning to think that the foxgirl was conspiring to ruin her for anything smaller, and that if she was then it was working. It would've been simple for Kringlicsly to guide her toward another peak with those easy motions alone, which made it all the more frustrating when the foxgirl didn't. It proved hard to hold onto frustration when the kitsune's new goal became apparent though. "Wait!" Tamonten cried out in alarm as she felt the flared tip settle in the cleft of her ass and Krig issued her dry explanation. "That thing is way too big!" That, too, likely fell on deaf ears though, and the pale girl was left to grimace as she tried to mentally prepare herself for what the foxgirl's penetration. It certainly didn't help that her last such penetration had been a very painful encounter with a hellhound.

Her surprise could be described as pleasant when the penetration of her tight ring proved not only to offer no pain at all, but quickly became pleasurable. Incredibly pleasurable, as Kringlicsly immediately managed to find a spot that the swordswoman could have never even fathomed existing, one that had her gasping and her legs trembling with every push. Before long the foxgirl's attentions on her ass were proving even more wonderful than they had been to her cunny, and not much later the pale girl was beginning to gently rock her hips back in time with her lover's thrusts and lewdly groaning her approval of the act. As if to prove Tamonten's initial expectations completely wrong, Krig would soon fuck her into another peak. Her second orgasm of the morning would see the swordswoman's pussy issuing streams of girlcum into the bathwater, her legs quaking so powerfully that she might have collapsed if Krig's horsecock hadn't been firmly wedged in her backside, and her eyes attempting to roll back into her head, and Kringlicsly's smack saw another few bursts of the pale girl's juices end up in the water.

"Nn," she could only manage wordless groans when her lover first spoke following her latest peak. By that point she had resigned herself to being along for the ride as her lover very efficiently fucked her brains out. She had almost forgotten about Sensensiel entirely, the winged woman might as well have been a statue at the side of the pool. The barrage of smacks that followed as the kitsune finally began to approach her own peak didn't offer any help to Tamonten's ability to form coherent words or thoughts either. She could only blush and offer small moans at the other woman's lewd comments about her obvious taste for the act.

When Kringlicsly continued, however, and commanded that the swordswoman answer her, at first the pale girl avoided doing so out of pride rather than inability. She wasn't sure why she had such a mental block about it, it was absolutely true. She was not only going to cum on Krig's cock being up her ass, she was going to cum hard. She loved every second of it too. She'd have gladly made it a daily routine. It would have fit in neatly after those three meals a day of Krig's cock that she'd been considering picking up the night before. Maybe she'd pencil in some spankings somewhere in that busy schedule. The pride was there though, that very same feeling that had kept her from giving into Elawdrin.

But her pride didn't stand a chance matched against the foxgirl, the repeated smacks against her ass, and the feeling of approaching climax which she could already feel her lover's soul in place to deny unless she acquiesced. "I'm going to cum from you fucking me up the ass..." she offered, what rubble remained of her pride allowing her only a whisper to voice that truth in. It was a set of words that likely made her fallen angel warden roll over in her grave, or wherever she was right then, but it proved not to be enough for the spirit wielder as her hand descended again and prompted Tamonten to repeat her statement more loudly. "I'm going to cum from you fucking me up the ass!" The third such demand would prompt her to cry out. "I'm a slut who gets off on having your cock stretch my tight little ass!"

She groaned as Kringlicsly began to speak and move again. Every little movement of Krig's cock was becoming torturous and the blows she landed against the pale girl's reddened ass only pushed her closer to an edge that she couldn't dive off. More than that though, the reprimands themselves and the act of submitting herself by acknowledging them was causing the swordswoman mental pleasure to match the physical. Her lover was in complete control and she was using it fully and that was causing the pale girl to strain against the boundaries of her peak as much as any of the kitsune's thrusting and spanking. That realization caused her to surrender fully, even eagerly, to her lover's whims and demands.

"Y-yes... I want it so badly," she replied to her lover's next reprimand before moaning in genuine pleasure as the foxgirl's hand fell on her backside again and she demanded that the swordswoman beg. "Please cum in my ass!" The next few smacks had her half-mad with denied pleasure. "Please! I want you fill my ass with your cum! I need you to fill my ass with your cum!" With those last few teasing thrusts, Kringlicsly would prompt pale girl would open her mouth to scream. "Please, Krig! I'm a greedy little slut who loves your massive cock so please fill my ass with your cum!"

The pale girl wouldn't even last a second after the breaking of the seal on her spirit before she was cumming wildly on Krig's dick. Between everything she'd been through and the remarks she'd been pushed to make, the release of it all formed an orgasm so intense that it nearly caused her to black out completely, and the feeling of her lover's cock finally delivering its payload inside her ass only spurred her climax on. Her eyes rolled up into her head and her mouth hung agape as she let out a prolonged moan of ecstasy. She dirtied the water with even more of her girlcum, left to intermingle in the pool beneath her with the cum leaking from her ass. In the aftermath, once Kringlicsly had pulled out and left her last few ropes on Tamonten's freshly abused backside, the swordswoman went almost entirely limp in her bindings, riding out the aftershocks of her explosive peak.

And yet, the foxgirl's next actions would end up causing the pale woman to tense as much as her tired muscles could manage as she was quickly overtaken by jealousy. It was an ugly mixture of emotions that ran through the pale girl's head in those first few moments as she repeated Krig's words in her head. Some sense of selfishness, surely, in that she wanted Kringlicsly all to herself. Bitterness, of course, in the idea that she alone wasn't good enough for the spirit wielder. A mixture of others, all playing their own part to ruin Tamonten's glow following perhaps one of the best sessions she'd ever shared with her lover. The most prominent and ugly emotion, though, was the fear. She was afraid that the kitsune might be stolen away from her by a partner more skilled or more capable of showing her love. What if somebody swept her lover away from her? What would she ever do with herself? Perhaps an odd thought after what had just transpired but love was a strange thing, she supposed.

She wasn't initially brave enough to offer Sensensiel a yes or a no and watched the two with a blank expression at first. The jealousy wasn't anywhere near as prominent as it had been when she had witnessed Sashien with the spirit wielder, but it was still there. She didn't hold the initial violent reaction that she'd felt then. Having struggled with it and having tried to come to terms with it didn't help as much as she'd hoped it would though. Even knowing that she was being ridiculous didn't help very much. That lurking fear was still there, waiting to drag her down in its ugly grasp. Ironically, the only saving grace proved to be that somehow, as jealous as she was, she found the prospect of watching her lover roughly dominate another woman on that same cock that had just fucked her senseless exciting. If she'd have been a little more confident then she'd probably have even found the entire idea arousing, but as it was at least it allowed her to look at the possibility in a different light.

Don't be a fool, you're looking at the woman who you want to wake up next to every morning. You're looking at the woman who has said the same of you, she told herself as she watched Kringlicsly. Put some trust in her that she loves you more than any other just as she's put the same trust in you. And don't forget who willingly walked into a prison run by a fallen angel to save you, if that's not true love then nothing is, she reassured herself. With a deep breath to further calm herself, she offered the angel a small nod to signal her permission. I just need to try to enjoy the show until these bindings are gone. Maybe I'll get a few ideas for fucking her brains out so I can repay her for the begging. Of course, whether or not she'd be able to keep her jealousy down would depend on what transpired next.

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

Spoiler

Tamonten: HP = 89, PP = 61, EP = 66, Status = Fine, Pregnant

NPC Stats
Krig: HP = 51, PP = 52, EP = 131, Status = Alright, Pregnant

While it might not fit with her domineering actions up until that point, Krig would wait long enough for Tamonten to get over her internal distress at the idea of her lover partnering with someone else and give Sensensiel her nod of permission. What she did not have patience for, however, was the long hesitance that followed, for after a few seconds of Sensensiel lying motionless she barked; "Now!" That jolted the angel to motion, and she climbed out of the bath to close what little distance there was between her and Tamonten and then turned, bending over exactly as the swordswoman was. The angel's creamy skin was bright scarlet by that point, her damp blue hair clinging to her back and the sides of her face completing the image that ended up beside Tamonten. With a brief flash Tamonten's bonds were replicated, leaving Sensensiel just as bound as she was, and a second later Tamonten heard a telltale crack as Krig gave Sensensiel's rear the same treatment that her own had been receiving from her fox-tailed lover recently.

Sensensiel jumped at the spank, which was quickly repeated as Krig no doubt gave the same treatment to the other cheek, but her blush never faded and she offered no protest at the rough treatment. "Look at that jiggle," Krig grunted before offering another smack, though that would be her last for a few moments. Sensensiel gave a sudden shiver and tensed, and if Tamonten was watching Krig she would be able to watch as her lover lifted her equine shaft and aimed it at the angel's petals. There was no gap of time for the angel to prepare before Krig slid that massive tool into her depths, causing Sensensiel to exhale in an extended gasp that left her gasping for air as her body shuddered under the sudden intrusion of something so huge. "Mmmmm, like being wrapped in velvet~" Krig purred softly as she rested within the angel's folds, during which time Sensensiel would be let out a constant series of short, soft moans as she struggled for breath, her whole body constantly shuddering as she obviously struggled to recover while silently mouthing a stream of curses that would make a sailor stare in shock.

"Nnn... I can see why you were worried about knocking her up," Krig groaned while reaching out to clap a hand against Tamonten's rear, "it's like her pussy's trying to suck it out of me!" The kitsune reared back, releasing Sensensiel from her breathless state and allowing her to release a long groaned; "Ffffffuuuuccccckkkk!!!!" Unfortunately, Sensensiel didn't have long to recover before Krig slammed right back in, stretching the bound angel's folds anew, but if Tamonten thought she'd be left out she would probably be surprised as Krig slipped two fingers into her pussy and started pumping them quickly in and out. Her thrusts into Sensensiel would be at a snail's pace in comparison, but her sheer size would have Sensensiel moaning and squirming against her bonds.

She would continue like that for several minutes, occasionally swirling her fingers instead of pumping them but otherwise changing nothing, but her thrusts into Sensensiel began to speed up and her handiwork began to slow in turn. "Nnnn..... Such a naughty little slut~" Krig purred, at which point her hand would leave Tamonten's folds entirely to join the other on Sensensiel's hip. "No playing with yourself!" Krig said, looking scornfully at the pale swordswoman, "no moving! You hold still, and you'll get a reward when I'm finished with this slut! Otherwise, you get punished!"

Whether or not she opted to keep to that command or not was up to Tamonten, as she would receive no further stimulation from Krig from that point on while having to watch and listen to her fucking Sensensiel's brains out. For a few minutes Krig would gradually pick up the pace of her thrusts, which only prompted the angel to finally start moaning properly as she found her breath, joining the chorus of lewd claps coming as Krig's hips impacted the angel's plump rear. Krig would hold back from offering any more punishment to that soft backside as she pounded away at it, however, and so it would be a relatively simplistic build-up until the angel tilted her chin up and let out another breathless groan, her love honey squirting almost as powerfully as Tamonten's had around the kitsune's cock. Krig would let out a low moan as the angel started cumming, her eyes closing and her thrusts slowing until she stopped bottomed out in the blue-haired angel, where she would hold until Sensensiel had relaxed into a panting heap.

When she pulled out, however, only glistening juices and a droplet of precum was on her cock, rather than the leftovers of one of her voluminous loads that might have been expected. "Fff.... Fuck! Almost... Nnn... Made me cum!" she groaned softly, and the throbbing of the equine shaft as it stuck out from between Sensensiel's legs confirmed that she had been close. "P... Please..." the angel moaned feebly, barely audible but loud enough yet to be heard by both of them. "Oh?" Krig purred, rubbing a hand over the angel's ass, parting her cheeks and shifting to let the tip of her cock tease the angel's petals, "did you want something? I was going to move over..." she shifted aside, and suddenly Tamonten would feel her lover's cock prodding against her folds, "and see if she can make me cum when you couldn't!"

The kitsune's cock started pushing into her, inch by inch of her throbbing rod filling up the swordswoman's tight folds as Krig gave a soft groan. "Please!" Sensesiel groaned, her body shuddering and her eyes wide, "I... I want it!" Krig began to rock her hips back and forth into Tamonten, gradually nudging her shaft deeper inch by inch until she was kissing the swordswoman's cervix and outright fucking her, "oh? What do you want?" Sensensiel was squirming by that point, but on she pressed, "I want... I want you to cum in me!" She seemed almost incredulous that she was speaking something so lewd aloud, but out it came anyway, the angel's pride and sense of propriety apparently no stronger than Tamonten's in the face of the kitsune's domineering antics.

"You want me to cum in you?" Krig replied with mock shock, though by that point Tamonten would feel her throbbing inside again, her cock ready to surrender its seed directly into the swordswoman's womb. "Yes!" Sensensiel demanded, her courage growing by the second, "I want you to fill my pussy with your cum! Please!" The kitsune, in response, gave a thoughtful murmur, but then once more grabbed Tamonten by the hair, using the swordswoman's milky locks as makeshift handle as she started bucking wildly into her sex. Sensensiel was made to watch, squirming helplessly in the kitsune's magical bonds, as she rutted Tamonten to completion, her throbbing intensifying until the iron-hard equine rod exploded into her deepest depths, producing another deluge of sperm that her tight folds couldn't fully contain. The angel's whine of complaint was barely audible over Krig's moan of pleasure and easily ignored, as it would be easy for Tamonten to have found her own release when she felt the kitsune cumming inside of her, and she would be made to watch helplessly while the load that had nearly been released into her spent inside of Tamonten instead.

When Krig was finished cumming, dregs and all, she slid out and gave Tamonten's rear an appreciative smack after releasing the tight grip she'd had on the warrior's hair, "good slut. Keep still and you'll be allowed as much of that as you can handle! I owe you for what we did in here last time!" Then, however, she would move over to Sensensiel and aim her cock back at the angel's folds, prompting her to squirm eagerly but not to try and push back. "You want it?" she asked rhetorically. "Yes!" Sensensiel replied, but Krig was unsatisfied. "What do you want?" she asked lightly, almost curiously as she smoothed a hand over the angel's backside. The continued teasing threatened to drive the angel into a frenzy, but she was still coherent as she replied; "I want you to fuck me and cum inside me!"

Her brazenness at least earned an inch or so of Krig's rod, causing her to tense anew, but the penetration went no further than that at first. "You do? But... With what?" she purred, and the sheer absurdity of the innocently delivered question seemed to infuriate Sensensiel. She let out a growl of frustration, but two hands on her ass kept her from just bucking back onto the shaft partially embedded inside of her, so instead she was forced to say; "With your huge fucking cock! I want you to fuck me with your huge fucking cock, and I want you to fill me with your cum!"

That was enough, because at that point Krig slammed in and just started bucking wildly into the angel, whose only reaction was to once more start moaning like a whore in heat. She, too, would be treated to a degree of roughness, however, as Krig reached up just as she had with Tamonten and took a fistful of her blue hair near the scalp, holding her head up so that her moans would echo across the expansive bathing chamber. It took only about three minutes before the angel was tensing up again, but this time Krig let out a growl and smacked her already jiggling backside, "no you don't! You don't get to cum until I do! So you'd better beg for it!" If she'd been able to, Sensensiel would apparently have cum then and there, because for a second her eyes rolled up as if ready to go into the back of her head, but if the cry of frustration that she released a moment later was any indication she'd just been denied her orgasm through the same magical means that Krig had employed several times now on Tamonten as well.

It would be another three minutes before she could conjure the energy to beg, at which point she would unleash increasingly lewd demands for the kitsune's seed, and another five before Krig gave any sign that she was going to finally give it to her. Tamonten was left bound during that time, untouched save for what she might inflict upon herself, though doing anything of the sort would be in direct violation of Krig's commands. Whether or not she opted to toy with herself in some fashion, her only method for doing so being her tail unless she wanted to try and break free, the creamy skinned angel would get her wish after only another minute or so of receiving Krig's furious thrusts. "Please! Nnnn... Ohfuck... Please! Aaaaahhhhnnn!!! Please... Cum!" she groaned, those words seemingly the only ones left in her vocabulary by that point, but without further adieu Krig released doubly, first inside of the angel's folds and secondly the hold she'd kept on Sensensiel's own peak. That time her eyes did roll right up into the back of her head, the two joining in a long, loud moan of passion as both orgasmed together, a pleasure that Tamonten had enjoyed at least once with both of them by that point, as Krig no doubt doused Sensensiel's womb in rope after rope of hot, potent semen.

Again, the vessel of the kitsune's release would prove insufficient to the task of containing all of it, and again it would end up leaking into the bath, a small trickle that would become a small flood once Krig pulled out to deliver one last spurt across Sensensiel's reddened cheeks. "You know," the voice of the maid that Tamonten had asked for breakfast called, revealing her presence at the doorway. Two trays were hovering around her, hanging in the air as if suspended on invisible strings, and she was standing with arms crossed and a bemused expression as she surveyed the lewd scene before her. "If I'd have known that you were going to make another mess, I'd have at least demanded an invite!" the demoness continued, and then walked around the bath, the trays of food hovering around them. "I brought breakfast," she continued unnecessarily, motioning towards one of the platters, though after that what happened next would depend, at least to a degree, on how Tamonten had behaved up until that point.

 

[Hafnium]

Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

The pale girl was making all attempts not to be jealous as her lover took the angel, but it was all to mixed results. Krig's lewd quip about knocking the angel up didn't help matters, earning a frown from Tamonten which managed to persist and returned even after the kitsune's latest slap against her ass and the pleasured groan it drew from the pale girl. It wasn't exactly something she wanted to be reminded of, even in the heat of the moment, and it proved a horrible mix when combined with her festering jealousy.

Kringlicsly would prove to have the perfect remedy for that, even if she only employed it temporarily. The feeling of Kringlicsly's fingers plunging into her aching sex proved enough to disrupt her negative thoughts for the duration of their stay inside the swordswoman's abused pussy. Even the simplistic motions and sensations provided by the rapid pumping of her lover's hands were enough to cause Tamonten's back to arch and to elicit fevered moans from her lips.

Even at the pale girl's worst, she proved helpless to resist before Krig's lightest touch, and with little effort at all the foxgirl had built the possessed warrior into a pleasure delirium. It was only with the presence of her lover's fingers pressed between her inner walls that she was able to lose herself again in the thrill of her partner's utter domination of both the angel and herself. She would prove so unable to contain her own build up in the situation that she would spontaneously seek out Sensensiel's mouth with her own and engage the woman in a deep, passionate kiss in front of Kringlicsly unless she was denied the opportunity in some way, a kiss which would last until she was stopped or until the spirit wielder pulled her fingers away.

Once those fingers left her though, Tamonten would fall just a little bit too easily back into irritation as she was not only left to watch the other two enjoy themselves for several more minutes but with the strict order that she not only avoid touching herself but hold still completely. The neglect, going untouched by her own lover and ordered to do nothing for her own satisfaction as the spirit wielder turned her attentions entirely on the angel and brought Sensensiel to a powerful orgasm, fueled the worst of her mood. Her frustrations, more than anything else save perhaps a twisted sense of pride and no small amount of selfishness, drove on her actions when Kringlicsly returned her attention to the pale girl's petals.

Tamonten didn't just put her body into ensuring that she would be the one to make Kringlicsly cum instead of the angel beside her but even included her spirit into the mix. She poured no small amount of her soul's energy into strengthening her muscles so that she could grip her lover's cock more tightly with her inner walls. After all, the spirit wielder had only said that she wasn't to move or play with herself, she'd made no command about moving her energy. Of course, depending on how strict Krig intended on being about her own imposed rule, the pale girl might have violated it anyway as she made a conscious effort to milk her lover of cum with her pelvic muscles.

The pale girl made another conscious effort, similarly inspired in no small part by her lingering jealousy and irritation, to earn the foxgirl's next load by very willingly begging for it once the kitsune grabbed onto her hair. "Please! Ah! Mistress! Give me — Nn! — your cum! My pussy felt so empty without your amazing c—ah!—ock! Please give me another load of your cum! Please!" Though they started as an attempt to deny Sensensiel what she was begging for, Tamonten's pleas became more genuine and more babbled, bordering on nonsensical, as the spirit wielder once more efficiently fucked the sense right out of her. Her sense of pride had been so utterly twisted by jealousy that she went from being unwilling to admit the simplest truth to being willing to admit anything to get her lover to spill her seed. "I want to be your — fffuck! — personal cum-dump! All I want is my mistress's cum and I don't care where! Fill me with it! Mark me with it! Whatever you desire! But please give your little slut more of your cum!"

And when Krig's first rope of seed hit the back of her womb, the pale girl's vision went white as the sensation pushed her into an immediate orgasm. "Thh... Thank you, mistress..." she managed to slur out like a drunk woman before fireworks started to go off all throughout her body. Her latest climax seemed to cut her off from the outside world completely. She could hear Krig's moans, her own, and Sensensiel's frustrated whimpering, she could feel her legs and arms struggling to hold her own weight up, despite their empowerment, and felt it when she lost her grip on the spiritual power and her limbs gave out completely leaving her held aloft only by the hand in her hair, the cock in her pussy, and the bindings, and she was vaguely aware that she had managed to squirt yet again in such a short period of time, and yet she viewed and felt it all as if her senses were all submerged in water. It might have been alarming, if the only part of her mind that was still functioning as her body began to fall into an emergency shutdown to counter all the stimulation hadn't been fixated on the incredible sense of muscle-slackening, brain-deadening pleasure that was running through her.

She slumped like a rag-doll as Kringlicsly slid out and let her go, and even the smack against her already abused backside wasn't enough to jolt her back to awareness, instead only managing to cause her to twitch and spasm wildly as it inspired aftershocks of the powerful climax to run through her before going completely limp again. It took several minutes for her brain to fully restart in the face of what it had just weathered and the pale girl had only barely comprehended Krig's demanding exchange with Sensensiel. Still, it would turn out that after a powerful orgasm that had been, in part, fueled by anger, jealousy, and spite, it was very easy for those emotions to take hold in Tamonten yet again. The lingering feeling of neglect only grew the longer that her lover's attentions were focused entirely on the angel and she was left to watch and stew in her own thoughts.

She worked to keep her jealousy to a minimum as Krig fucked an increasingly lewd stream of begging out of Sensensiel, to varying degrees of success. It proved to be a bittersweet experience for the pale girl, the sight of her lover roughly pounding another woman flitted between exciting and hurtful. There were several moments when she grew frustrated and considered attempting to break the bonds holding her, with even the reasoning behind that plot varying from moment to moment. When she was frustrated it was simply because she was tired of going untouched and neglected and at least wanted some stimulation, even if she had to sprout a cock of her own and take it from her lover right then and there. When jealousy and hurt were the strongest in her heart, she wanted nothing more than to break the bonds and leave so she could retire to their guest room.

Bitterness would eventually get the better of her in the form of a series of negative thoughts as she contemplated breaking out, finding easy purchase in her mind after over five minutes untouched and disallowed to touch herself, despite all her efforts to keep it at bay. I don't feel like leaning here and not moving for half an hour. I'd rather go have breakfast and ready myself to get half-killed trying to get this damnable demon out. That was immediately countered by a cluster of opposing thoughts. What's wrong with you? You gave your permission. Have faith! She's already made you come four times and cum three times with you this morning. Don't do this. Be honest with her and take her aside later if you have a problem. Don't ruin it for those two just because you're hurt.

Spite reared its ugly head next to argue. What if I tied her up and left her in this position? How would she feel if I made her sit still and watch me fuck Sensensiel and Grenewald and Niserie and anyone else I could get my hands on. What if I made every effort to put babies in each of their bellies? Then we'd see who was worrying about me knocking people up. Spite proved to be more bark than bite though, as she nearly laughed out loud at the thought. What a joke, she admonished herself for even briefly contemplating the ridiculous idea. She didn't have a drop of interest in those three compared to Kringlicsly, and she certainly didn't desire children with any of them.

In truth, when it came to Tamonten's desires she didn't want Sashien, not Jasmine, nor any of the maids as much as she wanted Krig, and even Xeon herself was a dim light when held against the foxgirl. The idea that she'd get so far as to tie the spirit wielder down and then go out to find another person to cuckold her with was absurd, the swordswoman wouldn't make it out of the door without jumping her lover's bones instead, or she'd manage to bring the other partner back and end up neglecting them instead to play with the kitsune. It wasn't a matter of prudishness or monogamist doctrine for the possessed warrior, Kringlicsly was simply the finest woman there was as far as she was concerned and Tamonten didn't need any others. The three days when she feared she might have lost the other woman forever had her desiring other partners less and less with each passing day.

That was probably the truth of it, that she'd always be at least a little jealous at the prospect of the kitsune being with another partner. A little jealousy wasn't the problem though, the problem came when her jealousy had her ready to try to ruin the atmosphere for everyone involved even despite having offered her own permission. It hadn't been unmanageable until her sources of stimulation had been either withdrawn or banned. Without Krig's touch to dispel them or her own to distract herself, the pale girl had been left to stew in her own dark thoughts. It had proven to be a poor combination when placed directly next to a woman getting her brains fucked out by the pale girl's lover. She'd definitely need to do something about it later, but for the time being she just needed to calm herself.

It was probably a testament to Krig's growing power over Tamonten that the pale girl, even as distracted and as irritable as she had been due to her own dark mood, never did disobey her orders. The temptation became all the worse as she managed to battle off her own jealousy enough to rediscover the arousal in the situation she was in. Her body ached for the lack of stimulation. Sensensiel certainly seemed to be enjoying Krig's attentions, and what the pale girl wouldn't have done to have been in her place again with her lover roughly rutting her again with a hand firmly clenched in her hair, or even for the spirit wielder to have returned her fingers to their earlier work. The swordswoman wanted nothing more than something to fill her own pussy or ass. She wanted to use her spirit to craft her own tail into a loving replica of the foxgirl's mammoth equine rod and shove it into her own ass. She wanted to mimic Kringlicsly's pace with the angel on her own body and fuck herself to orgasm after orgasm until she couldn't move any longer.

But the promise of being given as much as she could handle by her lover was too sweet to risk losing. Against all odds, she remained still, taking refuge in her own imagination in order to stave off the temptation. In a form of lewd meditation she focused on the possibilities ahead. She imagined herself back in the angel's place, hair held firmly in Krig's hand as she was fucked to screaming orgasm after screaming orgasm. She imagined herself on her back, in the air, against the wall, in those same positions she had forced the kitsune into as the foxgirl pounded into her and forced her to babble out her love for her lover's dick and how she wanted more of it and its cum for all to hear. She imagined that rigid equine cock pounding her mouth, ass, and pussy as Kringlicsly grew bored with one orifice and switched to another. She imagined herself filled and covered from head to toe in the kitsune's cum and orgasming so many times in the process that she could barely move before being roughly pulled out of the bath and through the hallway led using her hair as a leash and then back into the bedroom to be pounded fully into unconsciousness. Her out-of-control imagination not only had her drooling with need, she could almost feel the approach of another peak from the efforts of her mind alone even without any physical component to them, if only she had been mentally strong enough to go over that edge.

But those weren't the only fantasies spawned while she squirmed in her aroused state, watching and waiting and by that point even secretly hoping that Krig would blow her load inside of Sensensiel soon. She fantasized about what punishment she would offer her lover in return, because there would be punishment for some of the liberties the kitsune had taken. Maybe she would dose the other woman with some of the aphrodisiacs she had swiped from Elawdrin's stash, tie her up, and leave her on the brink of climax for an entire night. Maybe she'd give Krig the aphrodisiacs, tie her up, and take a drink herself before cutting completely loose for the night instead, she could even go so far as to continuously dose herself and the foxgirl with the stuff whenever they were running out of stamina. Maybe she'd put that leash on Kringlicsly and parade her around Xeon's mansion like a dog before making the other woman present herself like a bitch in heat so that Tamonten could fuck her brains out in front of anybody who might be watching. Maybe she'd be more subtle and put one of those huge, vibrating dildos into Krig's pussy and force her to wear it under her clothing before going out in public and counting her orgasms to determine what she should do to the kitsune once they were back in private. Those fantasies made her drool too.

And so for many reasons she was both relieved and excited as Krig finally exploded inside of Sensensiel, if also perhaps just slightly worried and hoping that the foxgirl knew what she was doing by finishing inside the angel's pussy. The pale girl didn't dwell on the negative aspects for too long though. She wanted Krig's cock again, she wanted her reward as soon as she could have it. Tamonten wanted it so badly that the demonic maid's sudden appearance was more aggravating than it was embarrassing and while the possessed swordswoman certainly blushed when she turned to regard the demoness it stemmed more from her own aroused state more than anything else. "Sorry," she instinctively answered. "I just thought you'd, um, be leaving the breakfast in our room."

The pale girl was so hysterically aroused by that point though that even the presence of a fourth woman in the room wasn't enough to hold her attention for long before she was throwing another pleading look back over her shoulder at Krig. If that look and the lust in her eyes wasn't enough to spur the kitsune into doing whatever she had planned then she'd even go so far as to make her desire audible, if only barely. "Please.... I'm aching so badly.... I don't care if everyone in the mansion sees us, just please fuck me again. I need to feel you inside of me again... I need to be spanked again. I need you to pull my hair and make me your bitch again. I need to be your slutty little fuck-toy again! I can't stand it anymore! Please! Please fill me with your cum and make me cum all over your cock again!"

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

Spoiler

Tamonten: HP = 89, PP = 61, EP = 66, Status = Fine, Pregnant

NPC Stats
Krig: HP = 51, PP = 52, EP = 131, Status = Alright, Pregnant

"You weren't there," the busty demoness replied as she started strolling around the swimming pool sized bath, her tone half amused and half apologetic. "And it's best when eaten while it's still warm!"

Krig, in the meantime, would grin at Tamonten as she quietly begged for another go. "Such a naughty, needy little slut~" she purred as she sloshed through the water to resume her position behind the swordswoman. Her petals, already drooling the kitsune's seed into the bath in which she stood, soon found her lover's cock pressing against them again, but before they could slide in the maid cleared her throat. "Ahem. Breakfast first! Then you can work on fucking each other senseless and giving the janitor another aneurysm!" she said insistently, to which Krig would sigh and pull back. Not without a quick glimmer of mischief, however, and suddenly a line of light would connect Tamonten and Sensensiel by the neck.

"I'll take mine in a few minutes," Krig said as a third line from the center of the one connecting her and Sensensiel connected to her right index finger, which she raised in a beckoning gesture as she walked away. The magical bindings keeping her and Sensensiel rooted to the spot vanished, and the two were pulled back to their original positions at the portion of the bath with the bench. "On your knees, you can eat while I play~ You can leave mine over on the side, I'll get it in a minute!" Krig said, prompting one platter of food to float over to a bench set along the far wall, far from the water, while the other hovered down to gently clack in front of Tamonten after she'd bent over on the side of the bath. Sensensiel, who hadn't gotten any food, bent over as well but looked a little bit concerned as she gazed back at Krig, the side of her ass pressed lightly against Tamonten's.

Four smacking sounds issued as Krig struck all four offered cheeks in turn, drawing a gasp from the angel, but any sou8nd Tamonten might issue was likely soon replaced by a moan as the kitsune slammed her cock back into her folds, stretching her pussy all over again. "Don't mind me," she grunted sardonically as she started pistoning into the swordswoman, abusing her tight folds further with her immense tool, "you should eat your breakfast! But no using your hands!" Her hips slammed over and over into Tamonten's backside, using no technique beyond sheer ferocity, while Sensensiel looked on jealously as Tamonten got her brains fucked out anew.

The swordswoman soon found her tail guided upwards by one of her lover's delicate hands, taken up so that Krig could flick her tongue over the tip suggestively, and if Tamonten made it more than a minute without taking the hint the kitsune would issue a demanding purr; "Give me something bigger to suck on!" Once she'd complied and given her lover a cock at the tip of her tail to play with, Tamonten would find her shaft grasped by one hand to hold it in place while the kitsune pounding into her moaned softly around it, her lips forming a tight seal as she slowly bobbed back and forth on it, her tongue swirling wildly as she tilted her head in one direction and then another. The two sources of stimulation served to send the pale warrior rocketing towards another peak, and when she reached it Krig swallowed as much of her seed as she could while the rest was left to dribble out between her lips, some drooling all the way down onto her breasts. Her cock, in the meantime, once more refused to surrender its seed to Tamonten's first orgasm despite how insistently her inner walls might try to milk it out of her.

Sensensiel was forced to watch jealously while Tamonten took Krig's cock through a vigorous round of sex, but once the warrior had come down from her peak she felt Krig pull out, and a second later the angel let out a moan of pleasure and satisfaction as the kitsune slammed to the hilt into her instead. If the swordswoman thought she would have to endure another round of watching without stimulation, however, she would find those expectations completely subverted as not only did Krig keep the cock grown at the end of her tail in her mouth, but she slid two fingers into the swordswoman's petals and started pumping into her even faster than she was pounding into Sensensiel beside her. The slightly reduced stimulation would at least make it slightly easier to follow Krig's order to try and eat her breakfast, but given that she'd been told not to use her hands it was likely resulting in a great deal of mess, as she was presented with a fairly classic breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, a plate of spiced hash, and a few pieces of fresh buttered toast.

Whatever mess she might make in trying to eat, she would have another couple of minutes to eat it as Krig gave Sensensiel similar treatment before the kitsune again shifted, filling Tamonten with her then pulsating cock and the angel, who had been shuddering on the verge of release, left to enjoy only her fingers. For the next minute the kitsune pounded her again just like before, her cock throbbing harder and harder, but then she gave a louder moan and bottomed out into the swordswoman, her pulsating shaft spurting stream after stream of thick, potent sperm deep inside. Her pussy was given six of her lover's ropes before Krig suddenly pulled out and slammed into Sensensiel, giving the angel the rest of her cum and sending the already on-edge woman tumbling into her own peak, Krig's fingers finishing what her cock had started while her mouth sucked away, drinking whatever the swordswoman's freshly conjured tool might surrender for her just as it had in every orgasm previous.

A minute or so later, sucking out the leftover's of Tamonten's orgasm, Krig slid out of the angel and finally stopped all stimulation of the duo, though she would maintain a grip on the swordswoman's tail. Sensensiel gave an intense shiver as the kitsune slid out of her, moaning again and looking between her legs as Krig's cum drooled from between her legs. "Ooooohh.... Fuck," she groaned, her voice filled with lewd satisfaction, but as a hand drifted between her legs Krig dragged Tamonten's tail-cock over the soft roundness of her ass before slowly sliding it into the angel's freshly used hole. "You can play in there for a while," the kitsune said over Sensensiel's moan while Tamonten felt her cock being pulled by pulsing inner muscles to drive in as deep as she could go.

Strolling around to eventually climb out of the bath, Krig shook her tail, spraying a bit of water on Tamonten in the process, and found herself confronting a slightly frowning maid. "Sooooo.... Still gonna make a big mess eh?" she asked sarcastically, to which the kitsune simply smirked and nodded, "yup! Eheh, sorry about that, but.... I'm training her~ She's new! So I'm afraid I can't offer you a turn right now. Maybe later. And, uhhhh, I'm not sure if the angel would be comfortable with it, all things considered. I guess I could offer you a turn?" It was the first time since entering the bath that the kitsune had seemed uncertain, but the busty demoness that she addressed snorted derisively. "I think I'll pass," she said, and then turned to start walking around the bath, "don't make too much of a mess! And remember that Lady Xeon's preparing the ritual for you! Don't exhaust yourselves completely!"

Shrugging, Krig turned to Tamonten and Sensensiel, who were still tied together by a magical chain, and then down at whatever mess Tamonten had made of her breakfast. "Hrmph. Such poor table manners! Well, lets see if you're better at cleaning up than you are at not making a mess," " she said, psychically sliding Tamonten's leftovers out of the way while pulling over her own tray, simultaneously sliding so that her legs were spread and hanging down in the water, and her thick, equine, cum-coated shaft was standing fully erect in easy reach of both Tamonten and Sensensiel. "Both of you had better do a good job," she demanded, while Sensensiel was already leaning forward and licking at the tip.

"Mmmm~" the kitsune murmured in pleasure, a piece of bacon floating up to her mouth for her to nibble on while she leaned back and supported herself on her hands. "Once you two are done," she said suddenly while looking squarely at Tamonten, "you get to do whatever you want.... To her," she ruffled Sensensiel's hair, "and once you're finished, if I thought it looked like fun... I'll let you do the exact same thing to me~" At that point the kitsune fell silent, leaving Tamonten and Sensensiel to clean her shaft, a task that the blue haired angel would take to with gusto, while psychically eating her breakfast, which was more or less the same as Tamonten's, piece by piece.

 

[Hafnium]

Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

(Agh. I'll proofread and edit any typos/weirdness for this later tonight. Didn't expect this to be so many words.)

If looks could've killed then the demonic maid would've not only very suddenly fallen over dead from Tamonten's frustrated glare, her remains would have exploded and then her remaining bits would've spontaneously burst into flames so hot that all that would've been left of her afterward was ash. Just who did the stupid maid think she was?! Breakfast could wait until it was as cold as ice but the pale girl couldn't wait even another second to feel her lover's cock filling her to the brim again. She needed it too badly to think. If she didn't have it soon she might lose her mind over the desperate ache of her loins.

The pale girl threw her lover more pleading looks even as the kitsune moved to reposition Sensensiel and her. The reasoning behind the swordswoman's constant gaze was anything but hidden, she wanted Krig to ignore the demoness so that she could be bent over and speared on her lover's equine dick again. She shook, she trembled, she felt like an addict going through withdrawal. Ten minutes of being forced to watch Sensensiel take her lover's cock, one that should've been driving the death blows into Tamonten's ability to stand for the rest of the day, and now she might have to wait longer? She couldn't do it. She would've vocally, enthusiastically begged for it if she could've cleared the haze from her thoughts enough to come up with words other than 'please' and 'need' and an impressive number of variations of 'cock' to work with. She lost her appetite to disappointment as she was bent over into her new position, at least until Krig showed that she didn't intend on fully following the maid's command.

The spank against her cheeks prompted Tamonten to open her mouth to moan, but that wasn't what escaped her lips as Krig jammed her cock back between her soaked pale petals. "Aahhhh! Fffffuck!" The swordswoman's body contorted in pleasure as she was all but broken on Kringlicsly's mammoth cock. Every thrust from the first on inspired a minor orgasm to batter her already overwhelmed body. "So good! So fucking good! Please! Don't stop! Nn, fuck! I want to be broken on your massive dick, mistress!" She panted out, well past the point of caring whether the words were nonsensical or not or about lying or pride or anything else. There was a relief to those masochistic words, and in submitting herself fully to her lover once more. It was as if when Krig placed her more physical binds on Tamonten, the pale woman's shackles of emotion and pride and responsibility were all released, even if it was only while she was connected to her lover.

She surrendered herself fully to the foxgirl. Tamonten could do little else, her body was wound so tightly due to the repeated bursts of pleasure that she could barely move, let alone slam her hips back as enthusiastically as she wanted to in order to meet her lover's thrusts. Given the spirit wielder's order, she did make an effort to eat her breakfast. It could be described as little more than an effort though, as Kringlicsly's thrusts were so powerful that most of the time they caused the swordswoman to lurch forward and smear her nose in the dish, getting no small amount of butter and grease on her face. Even when she did manage to take a bite of something, for every one that she managed to swallow three were launched out of her mouth and onto the floor by the impact of Krig's hips against her ass.

Being able to actually get her food down became an even more hopeless prospect after Krig demanded that she grow her tail cock, which prompted the pale girl to use her powers to shift the tip of her tail into a rather unimaginative human-shaped penis, and once it was enveloped in her lover's mouth she didn't manage to swallow a single bite of those rare pieces of food that she actually managed to take into her own mouth. Every thrust into the warrior's pussy would end up rewarding the kitsune with spurts of the possessed woman's pre even beyond what she managed to coax from licking it. It wasn't even a minute after the swordswoman had grown the extra appendage that her body seized up as she approached a full orgasm under her lover's rough pistoning of her abused sex. The sudden arrival of her peak caused a morsel that she'd manage to bite off to get stuck in her throat, and she might have choked on it had the repeated ramming of Krig's dick against her cervix hadn't caused her to spit it up. Once her mouth was clear she let out another whorish wail as Kringlicsly skillfully fucked her through yet another glorious climax.

Tamonten was left a trembling mess when her lover pulled out and turned her attentions to Sensensiel. Even though it was a sight that would've caused her to burn with jealousy not ten minutes earlier, in the aftermath of what Kringlicsly had just put her through she couldn't even manage a hint of jealousy. As well-fucked as she had been, the pale girl felt nothing but adoration for her lover, and she watched the spirit wielder put the angel through her paces with unhidden arousal.

After her latest dose of Krig's cock, the sight of Sensensiel's body jiggling as the spirit wielder took full command over the angel and fucked her into a panting heap was enthralling. The truth of the matter was that it could've been any other woman beside her and she'd have found it just as arousing, because what was exciting her the most about the situation was just how dominant Kringlicsly was being. She probably wouldn't want to make a habit of it but as a rare treat it was kind of a fun way to see just how... virile her lover was, at least every once in a while. As an act of appreciation toward the kitsune's domineering streak and toward her fellow toy, she pushed into another deep kiss with Sensensiel if she was allowed the opportunity, moaning into her mouth as Krig's oral attentions on her own tail-cock continued and that stimulation was soon joined by her lover's fingers.

After she broke the kiss, she pulled away and did her best to focus on eating the rest of her breakfast in what time she had before the spirit wielder would be finished with the angel, taking brief glances as she chewed to enjoy the show going on beside her. Tamonten proved much more efficient at eating without her hands when not barraged by Krig's cock outside of a brief hiccup as at one point she came on the foxgirl's fingers and in her mouth again, nearly knocking the plate in the water as her hands scrambled for better support so that she didn't end up falling over and smashing her head into the side of the pool. Beyond that near-disaster, the pale swordswoman managed to clear a sizable portion of her plate in the few minutes she was given before the kitsune suddenly pulled out of Sensensiel and slammed back into her.

It was fortunate, because those wonderful few moments before Krig drove her cock home into the pale girl's cervix and delivered her latest batch of baby batter right into the swordswoman's uterus would see the remainder of the possessed warrior's breakfast completely ruined. Tamonten arched her back and cried out in an immediate climax as she felt the first rope of Krig's latest load shoot into her womb, and then she simply slumped face down onto her plate as all vestiges of consciousness threatened to flee her pleasure-wracked brain as she was milked of her own cum even as Krig's fingers pushed her body through more and more pleasure. By the time the kitsune pulled away from her entirely, leaving her pussy to drool even more of the mixture of Tamonten and her lover's cum into the pool, the swordswoman had just barely regained the strength to push herself back up and frown at the plate. Nearly half of her food had remained uneaten and of that most of the remainder was either on the floor or she was wearing it.

She didn't have much time to lament the loss of her breakfast before Krig acted again though. She had just barely begun to wipe the butter, grease, egg, and hash from her face as she felt her tail being pushed into Sensensiel's pussy. She gave a startled gasp at the sudden sensation of the angel's inner walls literally drawing her in, and very nearly gave the other woman a quick load as the sensation triggered aftershocks of her previous orgasm to mercilessly torment her sensitive nerves. "Fff..." she hissed out as she struggled to regain control of her body. She refused to let herself cum inside the angel. The pale girl had no dislike for Sensensiel, but she simply wouldn't let herself father a child on the woman. Even if it wouldn't mean any responsibilities on her part, the memory of what Elawdrin's tales of what the angels had to suffer was too fresh and what right did the swordswoman have to bring a child who would need to bear that burden into the world?

And, before she could offer much thought on how to handle that issue delicately, another alarm came in Kringlicsly offering the demonic maid a chance to join in. Had the woman not refused, the pale girl would have put a halt to the idea anyway. Even as aroused as she was, she wouldn't have ever acquiesced to that, nor would she have easily allowed Sensensiel or Krig to do so, as the idea of Xeon's, and by extension the maids', energy being so addictive that it could lead to death had her too spooked to even consider even risking intimate contact with any of them, let alone to allow her lover or her allies to do as much. Tamonten ended up breathing a sigh of relief as the busty demoness chose to leave rather than to accept the spirit wielder's invitation.

Of course that would soon leave her facing Krig's equine shaft again, ordered to clean it along with Sensensiel with the promise that she could do whatever she wanted to the angel when they were done. She wasn't entirely sure that the reward appealed to her, at least not the first part, but.... "Fuck. Why does this view always have to be so sexy?" The pale girl murmured under her breath as she took in an eyeful of her lover's proud equine shaft standing in front of her face before leaning in to begin licking at it. Just a little bit of time like that couldn't hurt, right? She could work her tail in a slow and steady pace, dragging out and pushing into the blue-haired woman's folds at a rate of centimeters rather than inches, without the risk of potentially impregnating the angel, if Krig hadn't already, while she diligently cleaned the mess from her lover's organ.

Since the other woman started at the tip, Tamonten started low, bringing her tongue to the base of Krig's rod and working her way up, licking her lover's shaft clean a strip at a time. The whiffs of smell she got from her proximity to the massive thing only encouraged her. The scent was amazing. It smelled heavily of Krig and sex. It was a combination that was already intoxicating to the possessed woman and it was made all the more powerful by the errant thought that it smelled of the act that had just made her cum so many times on the very thing she was cleaning. The scent was so amazing it made her... not dizzy, that wasn't the word she'd use, but it felt like her head was caught in a haze. It had an effect on the pale swordswoman not dissimilar to a weakened version of the shorn pollen she had been sprayed with in the forest. It made her body burn with renewed arousal, and without thinking about it she slowly began to increase the pace at which her tail was working in and out of Sensensiel's folds.

The pale girl worked her way up, cleaning her side of the shaft and leaving Sensensiel the opportunity to work her way down and clean her own side. The urge to play with herself grew more powerful as she dedicated herself to ensuring that her side of Krig's cock was left with nothing but saliva on it, but the dangerous nature of doing so while embedded in the angel dissuaded the pale woman and instead she turned her hand toward grabbing and groping at one of her fellow cleaner's breasts almost as if it were a medicine ball to help her cope with her returning excitement. Once she was at the tip, at first she began to lavish it with licks regardless of whether or not Sensensiel had chosen to leave it or not, searching for the sensitive bundle of nerves just below the tip with her tongue.

The pale girl couldn't keep that up for too long though. She felt compelled to lean forward and to try and take her lover's cock with her mouth. It was so big that it was almost frightening, but she desperately wanted to try, even needed to try. She wanted to please her lover-slash-mistress physically and mentally, regardless of whatever consequences might come of it. The pale girl wanted nothing more than to make Krig moan with pleasure and eventually receive another load in her mouth as a reward for her good work, that was her only goal in life at that particular moment. So once Sensensiel moved far enough out of the way, she would lean forward and take the massive tip into her mouth.

Tamonten's jaw creaked ominously as she forced it open wide enough to take her lover's beefy rod in even an inch without grazing it with her teeth. Her tongue was pinned helplessly under the intruder in her mouth, only able to run itself along the bottom of the equine dick. Her own body's protests weren't enough of a warning sign for the possessed swordswoman though, she couldn't stop herself from trying to take more. She had to take more, because the angel, mutant that she was apparently possessing an elastic throat and no gag reflex, beside her would surely manage to take her lover's rod to the base in one go when she took her own turn with it. The possessed woman couldn't let herself be outdone when it came to pleasing Kringlicsly.

So she pushed further, taking an inch at a time, and there were many inches to take. She didn't pause, keeping her progress steady as she worked her way down, until she felt it at the back of her throat at which point she took a deep breath and continued. She imagined that the bulge would have been visible if she'd been able to see her own neck as she swallowed Krig's dick and took it closer and closer to the base. It was probably foolish, utterly foolish, to continue as she was, and she was sure that the only reason she was even finding it physically possible was through the same changes to her body that had allowed her to take the rod into her other holes without pain, but she couldn't stop herself. It was a challenge to overcome and a reward all in one. She felt true, genuine pleasure herself even as she offered more and more of her throat to the task of pleasuring her lover, and her masochistic body drunk in the exhaustion and discomfort and her own inability to breathe and rewarded the pale girl with more tangible bursts of wonderful sensations. It all served to spur her on even as her discomfort became impossible to ignore, and once her mouth reached the base of Kringlicsly's prick it all came to a crescendo.

It was beyond exhilarating as she took those last few inches, nudging Sensensiel out of the way in the process, and held herself there for several seconds making small swallowing motions and moaning around the girthy shaft. It was a similar feeling to climbing a great mountain or mastering a new technique, only it brought her even more physical pleasure. She couldn't breathe, her eyes were watering, not from tears but simply as a natural response to having her jaw held so far open for so long, and she was certain that she'd just earned herself an incredibly sore mouth and throat, but it was all so worth it to Tamonten. The act had her body brimming with the stimulation of it all. The physical, tactile reward of the struggle and how her warped flesh turned it into pleasure and the wondrous joy of pleasing her lover, it coursed through her even more powerfully than the sensation of her cock working away at Sensensiel's pussy, and by that point her own motions against the angel had sped up into a brisk pace. And then she realized it, she was going to cum.

She was going to orgasm on the act of deepthroating Krig's cock, which in itself wouldn't have been so bad except that her tail-cock was throbbing dangerously and still embedded in the angel and she was already struggling for air and simply knew that if she crossed her peak then she'd pass out. She panicked for a moment, and in her panic did the only thing that quickly came to mind and tried to use the same spiritual seal she'd once used to keep Krig from cumming on her own soul. To her surprise, it worked and she felt her own orgasm frustratingly, though thankfully safely, sealed off from her, at least as long as her own willpower to maintain the seal held. With her panic subsiding, she pulled off of Kringlicsly's manhood slowly and carefully, sucking all the way and culminating in a loud pop as she pulled completely free.

And then she looked at Sensensiel with a grin and moved her own head out of the way to offer the angel a turn, allowing the angel the opportunity to envelop her lover's cock completely and hold herself there until she had to pull back, at which point Tamonten would nudge her out of the way and take another turn at it. The swordswoman would set that as the pace afterward, taking Krig's shaft to the base and staying there as long as she could and then pulling off and allowing Sensensiel a chance to do the same before repeating the cycle all over again. She used her own competitive and jealous nature to her advantage in training herself to take the massive shaft, and did her best to last longer than the blue-haired woman each time before needing to come back off of it for breath. Soon she was adding five and six seconds at a time with each descent and quick bobs of her head to increase her lover's pleasure.

In-between her turns, Tamonten chose to pursue other ways of keeping herself entertained. After her first attempt, she let go of Sensensiel's breast and after her second she chose to snake her pale hand around the angelic woman's waist and rub small circles against her clit as she took her turns, finding an odd sort of enjoyment in adding to Krig's pleasure by forcing the angel to moan around her shaft. After her third turn, she got a bit more daring and chose to take on even more multitasking as she began to target Krig's feminine sex between rounds, running her tongue between her lover's petals and even penetrating her with it to the full extent that she could get away with it before needing to adjust and get out of the way so that Sensensiel could make her own descent. She would keep up the pace right up until Krig was ready to give the two a fresh helping of her seed, at least if the kitsune didn't have other plans.

If Tamonten was the one on her cock when Krig finished, the pale girl would give a lewd, victorious moan and take the first two ropes of seed down her throat as a prize for being the one who made Kringlicsly finish. If Sensensiel managed it, the pale girl would shoot her a brief, jealous look, but would ultimately allow her the first few explosions of her lover's cum before returning her hand to the angel's waist to pull her away from the foxgirl's shaft. Either way, Tamonten would work to drag Sensensiel's face as close as possible to her own and, once the kitsune's shaft was in the open air again, milked it with her blackened limb and whatever assistance the other two women might offer in order to coax every drop she could get out of the kitsune and onto Sensensiel's face and her own. Once Krig's reserves were fully emptied, the pale girl would give her shaft a quick few licks to clean up any strands of her cum that still clung to her shaft and then turn her attentions to licking it off of Sensensiel's face, and then allowing the angel to return the favor. She didn't immediately swallow what she'd cleaned off of the other woman's face though, instead holding it on her tongue and pushing her lips against Sensensiel's after she was done in order to mix her own portion with the angel's and attack the blue-haired woman's tongue for several long seconds before stealing away with half of her lover's cum. Tamonten would show the results of her handiwork to Krig, sticking out her cum-covered tongue for the foxgirl's inspection, before promptly closing her mouth in order to swallow the load and then reopening it as proof for her kitsune mistress.

Once the lewd show was played out for Krig's approval, the pale girl would cast her a dreamy, lust-addled look and purr; "Thank you, mistress. Breakfast was delicious. I think I'm ready for dessert now, may I have her?" As she asked the question, she turned to gaze at Sensensiel with a grin and a look that might have seemed more at home on a wolf eying a rabbit. As much as she was against the possibility of fathering a child with the angel, spending so long restraining her own climax had left her as aroused as when she had started, and she still had so much pent up jealousy and frustration toward the angel over earlier to work out....

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

Spoiler

Tamonten: HP = 89, PP = 61, EP = 66, Status = Fine, Pregnant

NPC Stats
Krig: HP = 51, PP = 52, EP = 131, Status = Alright, Pregnant

As Krig slowly picked at the hover piece of bacon, Tamonten was quickly able to join Sensensiel in cleansing the kitsune's shaft of their juices and their domme's seed, a task that would take some time given the pace at which they worked. Starting at the base of the shaft while her partner started at the tip, Tamonten was treated to a lot of dripping onto her face and cheeks of the lewd coating that she was supposed to be clearing, the potent taste of which on her tongue only enhanced the heady scent that Krig exuded. She and Sensensiel steadily drew closer as they worked to clean up Krig's shaft, the angel moaning softly as the taste and scent made the swordswoman pump her phallically imbued tail into her pussy steadily faster. When they passed the same point, Tamonten would briefly find her mouth engaged by Sensensiel's, their lips pressing together and her tongue once more engaged by that of the angel as it had been twice before, though this time it would be at Sensensiel's prompting instead of her own.

The kiss was kept brief, however, and soon enough Tamonten was left to continue her journey upwards while her angelic counterpart traced her way downwards. Soon enough she had reached the tip of her lover's monstrous organ, a solid mass of throbbing flesh for her to lap away at, and finding the sensitive zone that she aimed for proved easy. Even as she idly lifted portions of food to her mouth with her mind and nibbled at them the kitsune offered a constant stream of encouraging gasps and moans, though it was impossible to tell for sure whether it had been her or Sensensiel who had earned them. That encouragement only seemed to spur the angel to greater feats of lewd aggression and arousal, prompting her folds to pulsate around Tamonten's pumping shaft, her inner muscles working to draw the swordswoman in deeper while her tongue worked furiously over her lover's shaft.

During the period in which she lavished attention upon the bundle of nerves just beneath the tip of Krig's cock, however, the kitsune would suddenly tilt her head back and unleash a longer, deeper moan. The rod pulsed without warning, and suddenly the first of what would be many streams of seed would spurt from the tip, into the air, and finally landed on her face. It didn't fire with the force or volume that Krig normally unleashed after that, really little more than a dribble afterwards with a few occasional spurts, but if Tamonten thought to try and claim the whole of her lover's sudden orgasm for herself she would find her effort's blocked by the kitsune's hand lacing into her hair, holding her just beneath the tip where Sensensiel quickly joined her to share in the release. Both of them received a modest coating, with a bit more ending up on their tongues, but it was a fairly small release by the standards of the supernatural partners that Tamonten had become used to, and if she cleaned Sensensiel as vigorously as the angel started cleaning her most of it would end up swallowed in under a minute after another brief kiss allowed them to share it between them.

That left Tamonten faced with the monolith that was her lover's rod and the difficult prospect of fitting it into her mouth, however, and as Sensensiel started creeping her tongue upwards along the underside of Krig's shaft the pale warrior would have to hurry to it to keep the blue-haired daughter of her tormentor from taking the gigantic flared tip between her lips first. Assuming she did, the swordswoman's discomforts would prove lighter than would be expected when trying to take something so huge, and what discomfort there was was easily taken by her warped body and psyche and converted into it's own brand of pleasure. Cooing in disappointment, Sensensiel was forced down, to continue lapping at the shaft, while inch after inch of Kringlicsly's immense tool vanished into Tamonten's mouth, quickly forcing it's way down her throat as soon as she tried to take more than a third of it. Even with her magically enhanced physique, it was harder to take the massive rod all the way into her mouth than into her other holes sheerly because she still required breath, and once she'd finally managed to cram every inch of that massive tool into her mouth and sealed her lips around the base that fact could only become more and more apparent as the seconds ticked by.

The struggle for air, the sheer triumph of taking the whole thing, and the simple continued stimulation all strove to bring her to the point of no return, and when she came to the realization that she was nearing her orgasm the panic in Tamonten only found sources by which to grow. Sensensiel, forced to lap at Krig's flower by the swordswoman's steady advance, was moaning and quickly started kissing her way to Tamonten's bulging neck. The light nibbles there, just beneath her ear and at her sensitive lobe, might not be a great source of stimulation in and of themselves but they still added to the pile that had already left her teetering on the verge of release. The woman's soft, velvety folds were pulsating around her conjured cock, their motions drawing her into the angel's depths ever deeper and offering to milk every drop of seed that she had to offer and then some if only she'd give the first few drops. Sensensiel's moans against her ear and neck were needy and loud; she was ready to cum herself, and only needed to feel that first explosion against her depths, Tamonten's seed adding to the mess that Krig had left broiling inside of her already in order to find that peak.

Somewhere inside of herself, however, Tamonten found the ability to resist that all too tempting call. Using the same talent that she had mysteriously developed and made use of during the massive orgy and in her alone time with Krig not long after, Tamonten resisted the urge to spill her seed into Sensensiel's depths, and even when the woman's flower contracted with need as her continued pumping pushed the angel into a less satisfying orgasm than the one she had called for, she didn't manage to wring Tamonten's sperm out of her. When she pulled back and offered the angel a turn, Sensensiel was all too happy to work out her frustrations by taking Krig's mammoth shaft between her lips and descending, taking the whole thing in one gulp with much less apparent difficulty than Tamonten had experienced, and like Tamonten would do later she held for several seconds before offering a few quick bobs.

When the swordswoman pushed her aside to take her own turn, Sensensiel caught onto the game and waited her next chance with impatient panting, her pussy still desperately squeezing Tamonten's tail while she again offered Krig's cock the full extent of her oral orifice. She quickly offered similar added attentions to the swordswoman in her off turns as well, at first giving her chest the same attention that Tamonten had been offering for a while and then descending to rub circles over her clit in much the same way that Tamonten was doing to her at the time. Krig basked in the attention of the two shamelessly all the while, groaning and moaning with pleasure with every new height the lust-addled duo went to in order to please her, and while she didn't offer another early load after a few minutes of Sensensiel and Tamonten regularly switching places for who was bobbing onto her shaft, the massive tool began to throb and her knuckles turned white as she gripped at the stone floor. By that point she had eaten most of her breakfast, managing to do so with no mess courtesy of her telekinetic utensils, but her last piece of toast was quickly dropped onto her stomach when the intense oral applied to her shapeshifted organ finally brought her close to her peak.

Unfortunately, it was Sensensiel who won their unannounced contest, albeit perhaps as much by luck on her timing as by her oral skills. As Krig's legs tensed beneath them, the angel's cheeks suddenly dimpled further and she began to bob on the bottom inch of Krig's cock, moaning almost inaudibly around the kitsune's pulsating meat. Those actions brought Krig to her most recent orgasm, the kitsune spirit wielder tossing her head back and groaning as her shaft began to pulsate powerfully. Greedy for Krig's cum as she might be, however, Sensensiel would only take the first few spurts down her throat before quickly sliding back, earning one more burst in her mouth before the rest was left to once more coat both of their faces, leaving Tamonten with a fair share, her hand joining Tamonten's as they worked to jerk Krig's seed out over them. This time she gave in spades instead of drips, her volume and the strength of her spurts somewhere between two and three times what her last orgasm had equaled, and once she was done the two pale women had been quite thoroughly painted white by the kitsune's thick, sticky, potent semen.

Both of them went to clean up the few strands that had ended up clinging to Krig's cock instead of their skin, Tamonten getting there first and taking the majority of the leftovers, and once that was cleaned Sensensiel was quick to join her in cleaning one another up. The angel's fingers simply slipped into Tamonten's flower and started pumping with the same vigor that Krig had displayed earlier at that point, and while it wasn't enough to force an orgasm out of her even with the continued tight temptation of the angel's pussy trying to milk her dry, it would potentially spur her passions hotter for the eventual kiss that allowed them to share Krig's latest release between them. Her tongue attacked as aggressively as Tamonten's in the ensuing kiss, twirling and rollings and writhing in the pool of sperm they'd formed between them, and just like the swordwoman the angelic mage opened her mouth to display the bounty to the one who had donated it, earning a groan of approval from Krig, before both of them swallowed in near-perfect unison and repeating the gesture to the same reaction.

Once that display was played out, Sensensiel leaned in to kiss the tip of Krig's cock once more, but Tamonten's request caused her to pause and earned a slight chuckle from the kitsune domme. "Fuck her brains out," Krig demanded, "and remember.... Make it look like fun, and you can do the same to me when you're finished~" That left Sensensiel groaning and shivering with obvious arousal, having no idea of the internal frustrations that her presence and actions had caused Tamonten over the last few minutes and thus completely unprepared for the punishment that the swordswoman had in mind for her. She was a willing participant at this stage, however, her pearly wings spreading and then folding against her back as she remained bent over, her gaze shifting to Tamonten as her blush burned all the brighter, ready and waiting for whatever the swordswoman intended to do.

 

[Hafnium]

Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

The pale girl gave the angel another look entirely following Krig's orders and the blue-haired woman's reaction to them, one of contemplation. On one hand, Tamonten was still so very, very frustrated with the woman she had just been given charge of, and for so many different reasons. Not only had the shameless angel begged the swordswoman's lover for her cock, an organ which, by Tamonten's own reckoning, should have spent the entire bath tryst pounding into the possessed warrior until her brain was mush and she was too exhausted to do anything more than pass out, but she had begged for and stolen no less than two loads of Krig's cum by the pale woman's math, two loads that should have been spent inside her and not Sensensiel. Deepening her sins, the blue-haired woman had gone even further and blatantly attempted to break Tamonten's own willpower with her hands and mouth and coax seed out of even her, in the process making it more difficult by tenfold to avoid violating her own desire not to risk siring a child with the angel.

At the same time though... Tamonten had been having a lot of fun during their threesome, fun that, despite her jealousy, probably wouldn't have been quite the same if Sensensiel hadn't been present and so eager to please the swordswoman's lover. And she didn't dislike the other woman, regardless of everything else that had occurred. As much as the pale warrior wanted to punish her, she also felt that Sensensiel deserved a reward. Try as she might though, as she looked at the eager woman she couldn't figure out how to combine the two. She reminds me of myself, in a way, she mused as she took in the sight of the angel's blushing face... ah, that was it. Sensensiel did seem so very much like herself when it came to their tastes in the bedroom, in which case her tactic was obvious: treat the angel as she herself had enjoyed being treated by Krig. The punishment might very well be be the reward.

Her lips widened into a confident grin as she mentally prepared herself for undertaking her chosen strategy, and she allowed that confidence to flow through the rest of her before opening her mouth to speak. "Did you hear that, pet?" Her tone was so domineering that it even took the swordswoman herself by surprise but she didn't let it throw her off for long, instead quickly following up by leveling a commanding gaze on the angel and meeting her eyes with it. "You get to be mine again for a little while and I'm to fuck your brains out. Doesn't seem like it'll be too hard a task with such a lewd thing like you~" she cooed as she drew her pale hand back and gave the angel's ass a light smack with it, only for the noise to become a groan as it caused the other woman to tighten up around her tail-cock. "Nn, I can tell just by the way you're squeezing around me. You want it bad, don't you? You want that load you've been trying to get out of me since mistress first stuck my tail in you? I bet you'd even cum just on me giving it to you~"

If the angel didn't answer, she'd receive another slap against her ass and Tamonten would demand; "I asked you a question!" If Sensensiel actually dared to deny the idea, she would end up receiving two slaps against her rear and the pale girl would demand she stop lying. The only thing that would earn the swordswoman's approval was an emphatic answer in the affirmative, and even that would end up gaining the blue-haired woman another slap against her ass and a cry of "too bad!" The same hand would take a firm hold on the other woman's ass in order to prevent her from attempting to push herself back as the pale girl would begin to withdraw her tail from Sensensiel's pussy with a deliberate, intentionally infuriating slowness, continuing to speak all the while. "Fucking your brains out and filling your slutty pussy with cum is too much of a reward for a masochist like you and there's no way you've earned it yet, even if my reward is relying on making this look fun. After all, you couldn't have possibly thought that I'd simply forgive your crimes, did you? Begging another woman's lover, my love, for cock? Stealing my mistress's cum away from me? And so much more than that!"

The pale girl would abruptly move to the side of the angel opposite of Kringlicsly and sit down much as the foxgirl had, resting on the edge of the pool with her legs hanging into the water. She maneuvered her tail, dangling the phallic tip teasingly in front of the angel. She would taunt the angel by swishing her tail through the air in front of the other woman for several long seconds, or until Sensensiel made an attempt to touch it with any part of her body, and then pull it away and bring it up to her own mouth. "If you want it then you'll have to earn it," she would calmly remark before turning her attention on servicing her own tail.

She began to slowly run her tongue along the tip of the cock she had formed on the appendage, in the process quickly discovering that despite it being both her own mouth and her own shaft it was somehow not as much fun as receiving nor giving a blowjob. It didn't make much of a difference, of course, as her intent had been, and still was, merely to frustrate the angel. Beyond that though, the sensations were still enough to feel pleasant and have her own phallic tail jumping and throbbing with each motion of her tongue, and quickly reminded her of just how much her spiritual seal had been straining to keep her own orgasm away with all of Sensensiel's efforts and the mere presence of Krig's manhood threatening to break her will to hold herself back. Sealing her own lips over the head and lightly sucking at her own appendage left her not even a shred of false hope that she'd manage to last more than a minute if she pushed it back into the blue-haired woman without some release beforehand.

But Tamonten had no intention to give Sensensiel her next load in any form, only to tease her with it, to make the angel think that it could be hers if she'd simply debase herself over it. It was a game aimed to excite the angel, who the swordswoman had guessed to be about as masochistic as she herself had proven to be, and she knew just what to do in order to take it one step further. She began to moan around her own shaft, began to take it deeper and deeper, began to grip the edge of the pool more tightly, and generally act as if she was about to cum in her own mouth, even though she hadn't yet let go of the seal on her own soul. For several moments she would only stop long enough to cast curious glances toward Sensensiel each time the angel proved willing enough to beg or otherwise act out for the prize that she was about to be denied.

Then, after playing that game with Sensensiel for nearly a minute, she would draw the shaft out of her mouth with a moan. "Ah, I was almost thoughtless," Tamonten would murmur loud enough for the blue-haired woman to hear before beginning to move her tail. It moved in front of the angel's face again, waiting there temptingly for a brief few seconds, only to yet again dance away, the latest time toward Krig. "Mistress~" the pale girl would begin, her tone demure and her gaze toward the other woman utterly submissive, almost completely the opposite of what she had donned toward Sensensiel, as she turned to regard the kitsune. "I'm sorry, I was a bad pet and nearly finished without thinking to offer myself to you," she apologized as she left her phallic tail in front of her kitsune domme. If Kringlicsly turned it away though, the pale woman would just nod, with just a tinge of true disappointment showing in what was otherwise an act intended to 'punish' the angel, and return to her own efforts.

It wouldn't change much more than where the cum landed though, as either way she would release her seal shortly afterward and would barely last tens of seconds after that under any source of stimulation. She wouldn't need to act any longer as her back arched and her eyes clenched shut all on their own when her long-denied climax struck, leaving her tail-cock pumping out rope after rope of her seed as if it was her first orgasm of the night. The pale girl would groan throughout the entirety of her climax, settling down into content sighs and eventually soft panting as the stimulation died down and she drew her tail back behind her. Once the aftershocks of her pleasure had subsided she would straighten up and return her gaze to Sensensiel and offer the angel a small grin born of mixed satisfaction and mischief.

"Do you still want it, pet? Are you ready to earn it?" The swordswoman's pale hand would move to pet Sensensiel's head in a manner that one might use when petting a cat, a gesture more meant to cement her place as domme over the angel than anything else. She would continue to pet the blue-haired woman right up until she offered an answer and once she had, unless she answered in the negative, the pale girl would command; "Then get over my knee. Only once your punishment is out of the way will I treat you to your reward~" she offered in a tone laced with promises. Those promises were signed by the motion of her pale hand as it moved from Sensensiel's head and began to trace a line down what Tamonten could reach of her back.

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

Spoiler

Tamonten: HP = 89, PP = 61, EP = 66, Status = Fine, Pregnant

NPC Stats
Krig: HP = 51, PP = 52, EP = 131, Status = Alright, Pregnant

Sensensiel almost jumped at Tamonten's surprisingly domineering tone, a shiver rolling deliciously across her presented form, and when her hand came down on the angel's rear that shiver was joined by a very appreciable jiggle from her soft backside. Her folds tightened around Tamonten's tail-cock in response to that lewd smack, the angel emitting a soft gasp that turned into a moan of pleasure as the swordswoman went through her lewd words. Another smack produced another gasp and another burst of tempting tightness, but a third wasn't necessary to get her to cry out; "Yes! Yes I want to cum on your cock while you fill me up! Nnnnn.... Oooohhhhh.... Puh... Please! Give it... Give me your cum! Inside! Cum in meeeee!!!"

Her sex was literally pulsating around Tamonten's tail-bound appendage by that point, and when the warrior gave her quick denial following her pleading she gave a whine and tried to start bucking back onto the swordswoman's tail. Tamonten's grip easily held her at bay, however, and she was left shivering and groaning as Tamonten drew the tool that she seemed to desire so much from her quivering sex, her folds practically begging the warrior's cock to stay but relenting centimeter by centimeter. The angel released one last wailing whine as the tip was dragged free of her clinging, quivering folds before she practically melted on the spot, her sex literally squirting a mixture of her love honey and Krig's seed as Tamonten verbally admonished her for her various crimes. Shuddering waves passed through the groaning angel's body without any stimulation whatsoever, but by the time her sudden climax was finished Tamonten was sitting in front of her, teasingly waving it in front of her face.

For a few moments Sensensiel simply stared at it, dazed from her orgasm and transfixed like a snake before its charmer, and then suddenly lunged for it only for the swordswoman to dart it out of reach of her hungry mouth. Sensensiel moaned hungrily and opened her mouth, her tongue lolling out temptingly, and the whole effect made it look as if she was ready to let the pale warrior fuck her all the way to her stomach if she so desired. The anguish on the blue haired woman's face was palpable as she watched Tamonten lift the cock conjured to the end of her tail to her own lips and begin lapping at it in exactly the way that she seemed to obviously desire. When her own lips had sealed over the tip of her cock, Sensensiel's attention briefly wavered as she turned to cast a longing glance at Krig's still fully erect equine shaft, but a denying glare had her turning her yearning gaze right back to the swordswoman. By that point the angelic mage was panting like a horse that'd been at full gallop all day, but she did nothing to try and change the situation as Tamonten began to thrust her conjured tool into her own mouth while moaning around it, an act that the angel clearly wished she was doing herself but simply couldn't make happen.

"Please..." she whimpered weakly as her hips began to roll slowly as if some phantom cock was teasing her petals. A reaction from Tamonten would cause the by that point incredibly horny angel to look a bit more hopeful, and in a louder voice she panted; "Please... Please! I need it! Please just.... Ahn... Just let me make you cum! In my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass... You can use me however you want, just.... Just please, give it to me! Fuck me!" She paused hopefully after her last impassioned cry, her tone by that point striding between pleading and demanding, and by that point the swordswoman's minute was up. If she opted to respond to the angel's desperate pleading as she'd planned by again teasing her before demurely offering her tail and her peak to Krig, the look of broiling frustration in the woman's eyes would look almost like rage, her hips ending their phantom circles as a series of tremors ran through her body.

Krig smirked at the offer, idly taking the offered appendage between two fingers and drawing it towards her without even casting more than the briefest of looks towards the frustrated angel. "Mmmm, but you remembered your proper place in time~" she purred just before sealing her lips over the head of Tamonten's rod, her tongue briefly rolling over the tip. She didn't quite snap the seal of the swordswoman's will with that, but she nearly did, and as Krig gripped the hovering appendage by it's base and drew back she breathily purred; "Throbbing... Give it to me!" Hers was a much harder demand to resist, and when the kitsune leaned in again with a soft moan and started running the tip of her tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves just beneath the head it became literally impossible. Krig moaned as the first ropes of cum erupted into her mouth, but Sensensiel let out a long whiny groan of frustration and displeasure as she watched the kitsune get what she'd wanted.

When Tamonten was done, Krig would let her pull her tail back and held her mouth open, displaying the seed she'd earned as it swished about by the rolling action of her tongue. Some of it ended up drooling out over her breasts, but a few globs landed on the piece of toast she'd left discarded on her abdomen, and without further preamble she first swallowed what was left and then used the hunk of cooked bread to gather up the rest and began eating it that way. When the swordswoman turned to the angel, she might easily recognize the same level of frustrated distress as before, albeit from a different source this time, in that some part of Sensensiel was considering simply leaving after the extended teasing. She might not have the sort of stamina for it that Tamonten did, it seemed, but it also seemed that she was no more able to resist the siren call of her libido, as when the swordswoman asked if she still wanted more the angel hesitated for only a moment before emphatically replying; "Yes!"

Her period of hesitance after Tamonten's order to get over her knee was even shorter, and all too soon the blue haired angel was in the desired position, her wings carefully folded to avoid being in Tamonten's face. That left her soft, round ass that seemed to jiggle so nicely when struck properly exactly where Tamonten's hand could have at it with as much force as she liked. Both of her holes were on full display as well, the untouched star of her ass and the weeping mess that was her pussy both available to Tamonten if she wished to partake in some fashion. Either way, Sensensiel was over her knee just as demanded, and with Krig leaning back to enjoy the show, the swordswoman was free to start.

 

[Hafnium]

Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

Sensensiel's reactions wouldn't earn her any mercy from Tamonten, quite the opposite. They would only spur the swordswoman on all the harder. The more the angel proved willing to beg, the more the pale girl wanted to make her beg. She would've much preferred that it had been Kringlicsly that had been crawling over her knee for her much-deserved punishment, but it was impossible to say that she didn't take any pleasure out of giving the angel her just desserts instead and there would be plenty of time to ensure that the foxgirl knew just how Tamonten had felt about her opportunism later. As much as she had come to love having control taken from her, not just giving it up but having it forcefully seized by her love, she loved taking control just as well.

She continued her game without hesitation once Sensensiel had settled into her lap, rubbing the angel's fleshy ass in order to warm her for the blows that would come soon after. "Good girl," she would remark as her hand worked. "Such an obedient little pet. This isn't really a punishment for you, is it? You're the type of slutty little pet who even gets off on her punishments, aren't you?" Tamonten didn't allow the irony of her question to inflect in her tone. "I seem to recall needing to punish you before for trying to tempt me. You wanted me to fuck you then too, didn't you? And then as soon as your leash changed hands you were so quick to jump on my cock, even after I had punished you. And now here we are again, this time you having begged the woman I love for her cock. We'll just have to make sure this one sticks with you better."

Her hand rose as she had began that last sentence, and finally fell against the meatiest section of one of Sensensiel's soft cheeks as if to punctuate her sentence. It was more powerful than her previous blows against the angel's ass, though still a miniscule fraction of her strength. Afterward she rubbed at the area for a few seconds in order to assuage the sting, but it wasn't over yet. "One," she counted aloud before drawing her hand back and repeating the entire process against the other cheek of the angel's rear. "Two."

The pale warrior would repeat that three more times, alternating which side of the other woman's backside her hand fell on and counting each blow as she rubbed away some of the sting, and then on the fifth blow she would continue speaking. "Five, that covers bending over for my love. And if I have to punish you for tempting one of us again, it will be much, much worse," she remarked, and unlike her previous comments it was tinged with a certain seriousness even beyond her domineering tone. Tamonten might have taken some enjoyment in watching Kringlicsly roughly fuck the other woman, but the pale girl's jealousy and her desire to be the sole recipient of Krig's attentions had never vanished in full. If she had to, she would teach both her lover and the blue-haired woman that she didn't care to make a habit out of sharing in a much more direct and memorable manner.

For the time being though, she chose to quickly follow up the threatening remark by slipping two of her fingers into the angel's drooling pussy and beginning to pump them in and out of the other woman's sex. "You really are getting off on this, aren't you?" The swordswoman commented idly as her fingers searched for Sensensiel's sweet spots, brushing against them and taking note of which caused the most reaction. It was all part of the game. The swordswoman had no doubts that the angel was enjoying her punishment, even if it wasn't in exactly the same way that Tamonten herself would've enjoyed being in the blue-haired woman's position, because if she had doubts then she wouldn't have been doing it. The pale girl herself enjoyed being pushed, punished, and controlled in the bedroom, and so as far as she was concerned she was simply passing it along to a woman who was similar to her in that way.

Her blackened hand moved to pet the angel's head as she continued. "How do I punish a little slut who gets off on me punishing her?" Tamonten wondered aloud. It was a rhetorical question, as immediately afterward she began to finger the angel more roughly. If Sensensiel believed she was going to be allowed to come on the swordswoman's pale fingers then she was sorely mistaken however, because as soon as she began to give signs of another climax Tamonten would withdraw her fingers and even go so far as to establish a seal on the angel's soul to keep her from crossing her peak. She couldn't let it be that easy for the other woman, that wouldn't be any fun for either of them.

"As if I was going to allow you to cum during your punishment, pet," she scolded the other woman, giving her ass another light slap. "I still owe you five more for stealing my mistress's cum from me," she added, "so I hope you haven't gotten too relaxed." As the pale girl spoke she raised her hand again and once she had finished her sentence she delivered another smack against Sensensiel's ass, continuing where she had left off earlier. Unlike the first five, however, from the sixth smack and on Tamonten would slip her fingers into the angel's folds and finger her before pulling back and delivering the next.

She would continue like that, intermingling pain and pleasure for the blue-haired woman in her lap and pushing her against the bounds of an orgasm that she couldn't have due to the swordswoman's seal, as she counted out another five for a total of ten. After the last one, however, she still wouldn't release Sensensiel from the torturous denial, Tamonten was simply enjoying herself too much. "Now say you're sorry," she would command, and if Sensensiel hesitated for more than a moment she would earn herself another slap against her ass, along with another for every moment she hesitated after that.

Apologizing wouldn't get her off the hook, though it would cause the possessed woman to begin fingering the likely desperate angel again as Tamonten made her next demand. "Sorry for...?" Again hesitating would only earn her additional spankings, but elaborating would earn her the swordswoman's fingers. The swordswoman wouldn't accept anything short of Sensensiel offering an apology that covered not only begging Krig for her cock and bending over for her but also stealing her cum from the pale warrior. "And...?" She prompted the angel each time her apology fell short until she had covered everything, and then her demand changed again. "Apologize louder! Say it like you mean it!"

"Good girl," Tamonten would coo after Sensensiel had obeyed all her commands, and then she immediately followed with a new command. "Up. On the edge of the pool on your back. I want to see the lewd expression you make when you come all over my cock." As the angel moved, Tamonten followed, positioning herself between Sensensiel's. She cast Krig an unreadable look as she did so, though to the mind reading spirit wielder it might not have been quite so difficult to tell what lied behind that brief stare. The pale girl would've much preferred it to be Kringlicsly presented before her, and would've liked it even more if it had been the foxgirl that she had just been spanking. Still, she supposed she had been a willing enough accessory so far, she might as well try to enjoy the opportunity she'd been given.

"This simple thing I've conjured on my tail won't do at all for your reward," she murmured as she turned her attention back on the angel and forcefully grabbed at her hips. Her spirit began to stir as she spoke, heeding her unspoken call and returning her tail to its former shape while simultaneously causing a fleshy bulge to erupt from her crotch inch by inch. "I'll need something more appropriate for a slutty pet." Whether the thing she was forming could be described in any context using the word appropriate was difficult to say though, as Tamonten took inspiration from multiple different sources. By the time it had finished growing it was a vein-y organ, as thick and long as the equine shaft that Krig had sprouted, with pronounced ringed ridges at multiple points along it for all the more stimulation against the other woman's inner walls. It bore fleshy barbs adorning it not unlike the feline cock that Sashien had sported. To top it all off were bumps and ridges at the base intended to target Sensensiel's g-spot, no matter what position the swordswoman took her in.

The chimera-like cock had been designed based on her earlier searching with her fingers. It was something she had created with the sole purpose of breaking the blue-haired woman in the most pleasurable sense of the word, and she didn't hide that fact as she began to rub it teasingly between the angel's petals. "I'm going to fuck your brains out with this, pet," she hissed, and then but a moment later in a single motion she both released the seal on Sensensiel's soul and in a single forceful push claimed the entirety of the angel's pussy with her conjured manhood. She braced herself against the blue-haired woman's impending orgasm and the spasms it would trigger around her shaft with a seal against her own soul, knowing that she had teased her so far that it would probably take no more than that initial thrust to push her over the edge. Regardless, the swordswoman would quickly work into a ferocious pace, one that would surely achieve the same result even if Sensensiel didn't cum for her immediately.

She didn't slow down at all when the other woman did enter her orgasm, maintaining her vigorous rhythm and keeping the angel on the very peak of her climax for as long as possible and persisting long beyond that. She found her efforts fueled by increasing frustration. Not just frustration that the woman she was pounding away at had 'stolen' precious time with her lover away from her nor frustration over what had transpired when the swordswoman had attempted to take responsibility for whatever might come of her own mistakes, but, more ridiculously, over the fact that Sensensiel wasn't Krig. She was irrationally irritated at every aspect of the differences between the two, between the little ways in which their expressions differed and the way that the angel's inner walls felt clamped around her cock as opposed to the foxgirl's. It should have been Krig whose brains she was trying to fuck out right then. She shouldn't have agreed to this at all, she should've grabbed her lover-slash-mistress, bent her over, and rutted her instead.

Sensensiel, the unfortunate bystander that she was, would end up receiving the brunt of Tamonten's frustrations as the pale warrior transferred them into the motions of her own hips, intent on breaking her partner down with pleasure until she could offer nothing more than gibberish through a string of inflicted orgasms. She would give the angel a reason to pant like a beast that had just been put through a race. All the while, the pale girl steadfastly refused to give up her seed to the angel's womb, no matter how her spasming walls attempted to milk the swordswoman. She took it so far that she actually used small dregs of her own energy to bolster the seal against her own climax. It wasn't just about not wanting to sire an angel any longer, Sensensiel didn't deserve her seed. With Krig she would have already cum, so if the angel wasn't good enough to break her self-control then she hadn't earned the load she had so fervently begged for.

"Again already, pet?" The pale girl would grunt after one of the angel's orgasms in that position, not even letting up to deliver her lewd derision. "What happened to you 'making me cum'? I'm just getting started!" Her announcement came paired with her suddenly releasing the angel's hips and moving her hands to the other woman's legs. She would pull back for just long enough to draw the angel's limbs up to the swordswoman's own shoulders, and then continue right where she'd left off, thrusting vigorously into Sensensiel's depths and slowly leaning in further so that she could push herself even harder against the other woman's cervix.

It lasted for a while, though Tamonten didn't care to keep track of exactly how long. Five minutes or ten, ten or fifteen, she couldn't have said. It was long enough to see the angel's eyes roll up in utter ecstasy multiple times, which was the only metric that she cared to measure by at that moment, and long enough to realize that, even as she was fucking Sensensiel, Tamonten was taking more and more glances toward the kitsune, which lasted longer each time as she imagined how much she'd prefer to be hilted in her lover. That frustrated the pale girl further, and she reacted once again by transferring her aggression onto the angel. She pulled back just enough to let the other woman's legs down and slipped her hands behind the angel and grabbed her by the ass, and from that new position she simply hoisted the woman up into the air and began to slide the angel up and down her shaft. At least with Sensensiel clutched against her body she would be able to stop herself from looking to the kitsune so frequently.

Not that her new place carried by the swordswoman would make things any easier for Sensensiel's already wracked nerves, as the pale warrior slid the angel up and down her cock as easily as she might a toy. She would see the other woman through another string of orgasms before her conscience began to gnaw at her that maybe, just maybe her frustrations weren't entirely the angel's fault and another few beyond that before she listened enough to decide to wrap up her time with Sensensiel. "How many times have you came on my cock now?" Tamonten grunted out the question and slowed down enough to allow the other woman time to answer.

She wouldn't return to her earlier pace after receiving that answer though, instead choosing to continue talking. "Don't you feel any shame? So many times off of being treated like a tight little toy for me to stroke myself off with? And you still haven't been able to make me finish? And my mistress has had to wait for so long because you can't make me cum. No shame at all, even though you talked about, what was it again? Putting a leash and blindfold on me? I doubt you could. And in front of the only woman I'd ever wear either for. I don't think you've given her a proper apology for that yet!" The pale girl would pull Sensensiel off of her completely and deposit her onto her feet in front of the foxgirl, only to turn the angel around and guide her into bending over until her face was in Krig's lap. "Put that slutty mouth of yours to good use, pet, and make sure to give my mistress a thorough apology."

Tamonten had no intention of subjecting Sensensiel to anymore denial, though she did have a new target in mind. As soon as the angel began to service Krig's equine rod, the pale girl used her hand to guide her cock toward the angel's untouched sphincter. She would shift away the fleshy barbs and ridges as she began to push into Sensensiel's ass, but that was as much as she'd initially change for the woman's comfort, leaving her to take something the size of Kringliclsy's equine shaft into her tight ring. The pale girl would still remain mindful of the potential discomfort of the task for the blue-haired woman though. She would ensure that her rod was covered in the angel's juices before beginning to push in, and would very slowly sink herself into Sensensiel's unused hole. She wouldn't begin to buck as vigorously as she had into the other woman's pussy either, instead choosing to gently rock her hips back and force both for Sensensiel's comfort and so that she could properly take the foxgirl's dick with her mouth. In order to make up for that lack of motion, the swordswoman would snake her pale hand around the angel's waist and began to attack her clit with it, mercilessly rubbing the sensitive nub in small circles in order to coax more pleasure out of the angel. And if the other woman did begin to show signs of pain or too much discomfort then Tamonten would shrink her cock until it was a more appropriate size for her.

The pale swordswoman would keep at that right up until Kringlicsly had cum under Sensensiel's attentions, and at that realization the swordswoman would straighten up, placing both hands on the angel's hips, and finally give the angel what she'd promised so many tens of minutes prior. "Good girl. Now here comes your reward!" The swordswoman would break her own seal and give Sensensiel just a few forceful thrusts, and then the pale girl's climax hit her like a tidal wave.

Her frustration and irritability had masked just how powerful an orgasm she had been denying, one that only grew for how long she had maintained that seal and kept going. The force of it caused her entire body to seize so powerfully that she had to hold onto the angel's waist with all her might just to avoid falling backwards into the water. Her entire body was churning to keep up with the amount of cum her cock was producing as it erupted from her shaft in quantities massive enough that it might have produced an audible noise as it traveled through the base of her shaft and escaped through the tip if she hadn't been buried inside Sensensiel's ass. Halfway through she had to actually pull out in fear that she might harm the other woman, at which point she nestled it between the angel's abused cheeks and painted her back and wings and even some of her hair with seed.

It took a minute even beyond her last burst for her body to finally unwind enough that she could collapse limply against the other woman's back, panting as if she'd just run a marathon. "Good gods..." she wheezed out in the aftermath, finally breaking her domineering role and too caught up in the afterglow to hold onto her grievances, "for a second I thought I was going to die."

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

Spoiler

Tamonten: HP = 89, PP = 61, EP = 66, Status = Fine, Pregnant

NPC Stats
Krig: HP = 51, PP = 52, EP = 131, Status = Alright, Pregnant

Tamonten's suggestion that perhaps she might enjoy being punished prompted a moan from Sensensiel, one so filled with arousal that the answer could only be a fairly emphatic yes. She knelt over the swordswoman's lap, waiting, until Tamonten's hand finally fell against her soft rear and sent ripples running across her bottom and she let out another gasping moan. She managed to mostly keep silent across the rest of the first count of five, but by the time she'd finished rubbing the sting away her pussy was puffy and drooling with arousal. Her silence died the moment that Tamonten slipped a pair of fingers into her sex, after which Sensensiel practically howled as her inner walls squeezed around those two digits like a velvet vice. "Yes!" the angel gasped lewdly, her panting so heavy that she sounded like a dog in heat, "you're gonna make me cum!"

Despite her outcry Sensensiel wouldn't burst right away, giving the pale warrior time to seek out her sweet spots with her fingers and easily gaining all sorts of intense reactions from the blue haired angel sitting across her lap. Her pussy clenched whenever the swordswoman's reach hit a particularly sensitive point, but so long as she kept moving slowly she wouldn't let the angel find her peak even without applying her spiritual seal earlier than she'd wished. That changed when Tamonten asked her rhetorical question and started getting rougher, the angel giving a loud moan that started to rise only to turn into a cry of frustration when the swordswoman denied her her orgasm.

"Please~" she cooed softly, "please make me cum!" Her ass pushed back against the swordswoman's hand as the light slap landed, but there was no relief, not then as Tamonten promised further punishment and not when she started spanking her again, punctuating each blow with a brief bout of working her fingers into the angel's pussy. "Nnnnnn~" she groaned wordlessly when Tamonten demanded that she apologize, doing nothing further except shivering over the warrior's knees until another smack against her reddened bottom sent ripples running across her soft flesh. "I'm... Sorry," she whimpered softly, though her voice would quickly rise in a moan as the swordswoman demanded that she elaborate.

"I'm sorry... For... Nnnn... For bending over... And... And for begging for Krig's cock!" she said first, speaking the words at more or less normal volume now, but for a moment additional prompting earned only wordless groans. After a few seconds, however, she would loudly gasp out; "I'm sorry I stole Krig's cum!" There was no hesitance after the swordswoman's additional demand, the angel closing her eyes and barking; "I'm sorry that I bent over and stole her cum!" The angel would repeat the mantra if demanded, adding any details that were missing in the swordswoman's eyes until Tamonten was sufficiently satisfied with her apology.

After her punishment was completed, Sensensiel would obey the swordswoman's command without question, rising from her knees and lying on her back on the side of the bath, grabbing the side of the bed with her hands while her knees bent and her legs spread apart. When she looked in Krig's direction while moving to follow the angel, she would find the kitsune smiling at her, her right hand slowly stroking the top few inches of her equine cock. Her lover tilted her head and raised a brow as she caught the swordswoman staring at her, and whether it was from simple lust or from her ability to read her lover's thoughts Krig slowly shifted her gaze down to her cock, her hand briefly abandoning the massive tool, before glancing back up at Tamonten. It was an invitation, one requiring that she abandon Sensensiel's punishment but allowing her to take another turn being fucked by her lover's shapeshifted cock.

Assuming that she didn't take up that offer, the chimeric tool that the swordswoman sprouted would get wide-eyed looks from both women once it had fully taken shape, the unnatural adornments and the fleshy feline barbs making it decidedly unique and its size ensuring that it was fairly impressive. Sensensiel certainly seemed to approve, at least, as she gazed at it with a look combining that of a deer gazing at a hunter with bow drawn and a starving person being offered a meal. Her finger-work had endured that the angel's petals were already soaked with her juices, but if anything they had only grown wetter as the swordswoman teased her tip over the woman's outer petals. Unsurprisingly, when she put the sculpted tool to use by driving it to the hilt into the angel's flower and simultaneously released the seal on her soul, the blue haired woman gave a howl of pleasure and promptly came on the pale warrior's conjured rod. Her pussy was, as Krig had said, as soft as velvet, and it worked to milk the possessed woman's seed from her with such fervor that it would likely be a very difficult temptation to resist later on.

Her orgasm lasted for well over a minute, leaving Tamonten to endure the sensation of her inner walls pulsating around the conjured cock that the swordswoman had used to finally cause it, and as she worked into a furious rut born of her frustration over how the situation had ultimately turned out, at how she was pounding into the angel instead of the kitsune who sat on the edge of the pool nearby, watching. For the next several minutes, Sensensiel endured that wild pounding, her voice rising in a constant stream of lewd moans not unlike those that Krig had caused when doing the same to her. Tamonten drew another orgasm out of the angel a couple of minutes later, leaving the woman's face twisted in wide eyed ecstasy as her fingers gripped the edge of the bath so hard that her knuckles had turned white. Her pussy once more desperately milked the swordswoman's cock, and this time it would have likely been successful were it not for Tamonten's efforts to prevent herself from spilling her seed. Once she'd come down from that peak, it was only another pair of minutes before she reached another one, the velvety clamp of her inner walls becoming even harder to resist than before.

That was about when Tamonten opted to lift the angel up, ending the glances she'd been shooting towards Krig who had taken to watching her fuck Sensensiel while steadily stroking her own massive tool. Oblivious to her frustration, Sensensiel threw her arms around Tamonten's neck and then partially wrapped her wings around her as well. Her only response to the swordswoman's further verbal chastisement was to force her mouth against Tamonten's, her moans muffled but now felt as she pressed her lips into Tamonten's and sent her wildly squirming tongue, still with the taste of Krig's cock and cum on it, writhing into the pale warrior's mouth. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm wracked through the angel's body as Tamonten pounded into her suspended body, each one resulting in spasms that tried and failed to milk out Tamonten's seed, but the swordswoman's seal on her own spirit let her control her body enough to resist that siren call each and every time. After a while she would break the kiss she'd forced to let her moans spill out unfiltered, by which point her fingernails were dragging lines against Tamonten's back.

"Please!" she groaned in desperation as her pussy finished spasming in yet another failed effort to break through Tamonten's resilience and earn a load of the swordswoman's seed into her womb. "Please! Nnnnn... Please cum! Cum.... Nnnfff... Inside... Do it!" she gasped into Tamonten's ear, her folds growing tighter and tighter until they suddenly went through another series of spasms as she came again. The only answer to the pale swordswoman's question was a slightly louder moan, and when she went over her slightly more demeaning verbal admonition and dropped the woman back to her feet Sensensiel barely managed to remain standing. Her knees buckled, and only being pushed in Krig's direction allowed her to keep from face planting into the water. Her arms caught the edge of pool, putting her perfectly in line with the kitsune's cock, and Tamonten didn't even need to finish her command before her mouth had engulfed half of her lover's cock and started bobbing on it to steadily take the rest.

Krig let out a low, drawn out moan when the angel started sucking on her cock, releasing her tool and leaning back to watch as the angel made to finish what she had started while watching Tamonten punish Sensensiel. "Ooooh, she's really hungry for it~" Krig groaned happily, looking at Tamonten with a smirk while the swordswoman lined up her cock with thoroughly fucked-silly angel's asshole. Her tighter ring yielded with incredible ease considering the size of Tamonten's conjured tool, but every inch seemed to grip the swordswoman's rod with as much fervor as her pussy had. All things considered it might be thought of as mildly amazing how easily Sensensiel's ass took the whole thing, and once she'd bottomed out in the woman's ass she was left moaning loudly around Krig's cock, which was likewise embedded deep down her throat. Only a few moments were enough to make the angel cum again, at which point Krig actually let out a brief burst of laughter and said; "She's cumming again already? She must really like it... Maybe we should both try her together next~"

It wouldn't take particularly long after that for Sensensiel to get Krig to cum in her mouth, and once the kitsune had let out her first ecstatic sigh it was finally time for Tamonten to unleash the orgasm she'd been holding in, and with the prospect of finally getting her cream filling from the swordswoman and the dual buildup from the cock in her ass and the fingers on her clit Sensensiel came again the moment that Tamonten promised her her reward. The first burst of seed fired into her guts caused Sensensiel's ass to clench around her, the muscles spasming not unlike those in her pussy and encouraging the tool embedded inside of her to spit up more of its hot liquid gift. The long denial produced an even more massive load than she normally produced, wave after wave of cum first filling her ass and then coating her ass, back, and even reaching her hair and wings once the swordswoman pulled out. That left the angel's ass gaping, seed leaking out of the stretched hole over her pussy and down her thighs to add to the mess floating in the pool.

"Fuck.... You really made her a mess!" Krig grunted, sighing as the angel hovered on her cock. Gathering up a line of cum on Sensensiel's back with her fingers, she brought it to her lips and licked Tamonten's seed off lewdly, making a brief show of it before gently pushing the angel off of her cock. She didn't have the strength to support herself further, and unceremoniously flopped into the water much to Krig's shock, as the kitsune quickly moved to haul her out of it again and proper her against the side of the bath. "On second thought... I think she's done," Krig said lightly as she turned a smirk upon Tamonten. Indeed, Sensensiel seemed to have passed out entirely, though her eyes were still open while being entirely unfocused and unresponsive, her breathing coming in short gasps once she was free of the water.

"I guess it's just you and me then," she said, but just then the door burst open and the purple haired maid from earlier came strolling in with a frown on her face. "You've eaten through your spare time," she declared, every hint of cheerful bubbliness that'd been present when they first met now gone and replaced by a commanding attitude. The goblin in janitorial garb came in behind her but stopped in the doorway, his mop bucket colliding with the doorway as he seemingly lost the ability to guide it on seeing the mess they'd made in the bathroom again. "We were almost done," Krig began, but the maid cut her off; "No, you ARE done. Milady Xeon has been prepared for you for almost half an hour now, and believe it or not she has matters to attend to other than doing favors for outsiders. You've had ample time to satisfy your libidos and wreck the guest's bathroom for a second time, it's time to get dressed and get moving." It didn't seem like she was going to take any sort of argument, and the shocked look on the goblin's face was slowly shifting towards rage as his gaze swept over the goo floating in the pool and the leftovers of Tamonten's breakfast for a second time.

 

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Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

Whether Kringlicsly had intended it or not, her unspoken offer would succeed in finally turning Tamonten's building frustration toward her. Of course she wanted to take that offer. Of course she wanted to go crawling back to her lover and present herself so that she could be fucked so thoroughly that she fell into a pleasure coma by the time Krig was done with her. She wouldn't, though. Instead she snapped her gaze away from the foxgirl. In the same way that she would push away her favored toys when she was younger in order to spite her parents, she pushed away her favorite toy as an adult in order to spite Kringlicsly for thrusting her upon the angel in the first place. Besides, the swordswoman had already made a promise to Sensensiel, she was going to fuck the angel silly. Tamonten could wait until afterwards to bend Krig over and make what she did to the blue-haired woman look like playtime at the pool.

It would end up meaning that even filling the angel's ass and covering her back with cum wasn't enough to pacify the swordswoman for very long. Krig's smirks and quips were enough to reignite the pale girl's frustration at how things had played out. She was mentally fixated on it, until the only conscious thought she was able to hold onto was the desire to right the situation. By the time she had helped to drag the blue-haired woman out of the water and place her on the side of the pool, the swordswoman's eyes were glued to her lover. She leveled a predatory gaze on the kitsune, filled with frustration both sexual and otherwise. And halfway through Krig's declaration that it was just the two of them, Tamonten's last strand of self-control snapped and she practically lunged at her lover.

The pale warrior wasn't rough with the kitsune by any means, but she wasn't taking no for an answer as she grabbed her lover's upper arms and guided her to the floor and positioned herself between Krig's legs and over her supine lover. Tamonten would waste no time in beginning to prod the tip of her cock against Krig's outer folds. She was still so sensitive from her time with Sensensiel that the very feel of the spirit wielder's flesh against the head of her rod was enough to send shivers through her body, but that wasn't enough to dissuade the possessed woman. She desired nothing but to fill her would-be mistress with her cum until the foxgirl was gravid and in the same state as the angel. And she leaned in, intent on getting started on her efforts by claiming Krig's mouth in a savage kiss even as she claimed the other woman's pussy in a likewise savage thrust.

But even as quick as she was, Tamonten wasn't fast enough to reposition and claim her lover in the few seconds she had before the maid and janitor entered. It very nearly didn't matter, as after an initial pause to take in the sight of the two newcomers every instinct in her body returned to pulling her to simply continue in full view of their spectators. The pause, however, would prove enough of a foothold for her senses to slowly come back to her, and after several long moments spent glancing between the annoyed maid and Kringlicsly, the pale girl would aggressively push her lips against her lover's for a brief but ferocious kiss but would go no further before letting go of the foxgirl's arms and straightening up enough in order to regard the maid.

"Sorry," she offered. It was half-genuine, at least. She was sorry for making Xeon wait but not at all sorry for what had transpired in the bath. "I misunderstood. I didn't realize that Lady Xeon was so close to having the ritual fully prepared or I would've tried to speed things up. I know I've not been the most courteous guest. It's no excuse but when I was told that there was a chance that I might not survive the ritual I decided that I wanted to make sure that I could go into it without regrets," Tamonten offered as an explanation. She would turn her head to regard the janitor next. "And I apologize for all the work we've made for you. I don't know that it's enough to make up for the trouble you've been put through, but after the ritual I'll ensure that you're compensated fifty denarii for all the extra labor you've needed to do."

She glanced down at Krig after that and frowned, disappointed that she might not be able to have one last tryst solely between her lover and herself before she went to quite literally face her own demon. If only she had ignored her own frustration and simply accepted Kringlicsly's beckoning glance she might have been able to cast aside her irritability and enjoyed herself with her love rather than having fucked Sensensiel's brains out for all the wrong reasons. But there was no time left, the ritual loomed and she couldn't reasonably delay it any longer just to avert her own disappointment with herself. Although, as she glanced at the cum-soaked form of Sensensiel and further internally bemoaned her choice to continue her punishment of the angel rather than returning to her lover, it suddenly struck her that perhaps another round with Krig would not only not be delaying the ritual, but it could be considered necessary for it to proceed.

"Although perhaps it's better to get that compensation out of the way now," she would suddenly brightly remark, returning her gaze to the goblin as she did so. Continuing, she turned to regard the maid next. "I know we've already sorely tested your patience, but since we're already here.... Lady Xeon informed me that I needed to provide... genetic material for the ritual. To be honest, I'm not sure I'm going to be able to perform in front of somebody who can incinerate me with a look so I'd rather go ahead and take care of it in here instead. I don't suppose you could bring us a bucket that I could, um, fill? At least then we'll have something to show for the delay. And then we need our clothes, the plain shirt and pants for me and her robe, and my coin pouch. I promise that we'll be done before you're even back!" Tamonten cast the maid the very best set of puppy dog eyes she could muster up, which probably wasn't much given that she was covered in cum and poised over a foxgirl packing over a foot of equine dick with her own similarly sized shaft. If the demonic woman agreed then the swordswoman would call out "thank you" and, in an act that might be a little jarring for Krig, in the same moment grab the foxgirl's waist and thrust straight into her pussy.

There was no build-up, Tamonten immediately worked into a breakneck pace intended to bring both women to a quick and messy orgasm. "You heard her, mis-nnf-tress!" The pale girl would call out cheerfully between thrusts. At the same time, behind her back she would shift her tail back into the shape of a small human dick with a small sheen of oil, and a few seconds later Krig would feel it pressing its way into her ass. The swordswoman wasn't done yet though, as both hands moved to enthusiastically begin pumping the kitsune's equine dick even as she pounded into the other woman's holes. "We don't have much time! And I want another load of your cum before she's back!"

She didn't care if the goblin had remained behind to watch them as the act progressed or not, he might as well be allowed to see what they were doing to cause such messes. Tamonten would take full enjoyment out of the minute or so she had with Kringlicsly. It would have been impossible not to take pleasure from it. Sensensiel, through no true fault of her own, couldn't even begin to stack up against the sense of ecstasy that Krig's milking folds inspired in the pale woman and, unlike the angel, she actually wanted to give into them and deliver a load of her seed into the kitsune's womb. She didn't have that option though, not anymore than she had time to draw out the enjoyment as she'd have liked to, so she simply did her best to hammer Krig into a leg-quaking orgasm, during which Tamonten would aim the kitsune's cock at the warrior's own pale skin.

But even if she hadn't managed to coax one last load out of Kringlicsly, once the pale woman's minute was about up, after she had been provided a bucket, and once she could feel her orgasm approaching, coaxed on by the sheer amount of stimulation from having two sensitive lengths buried into her lover's tight holes, she would withdraw herself and get into position over the container that had been offered for the task, aiming both of her dual cocks at it. Tamonten would stroke herself to completion, clenching in orgasm after only a few seconds of her own quick milking of herself and depositing her seed from both of her conjured manhoods into her target. It was a fraction of what she'd left in and on Sensensiel, but hopefully it would be enough.

Regardless of how her efforts at filling the sacrificial bucket might go and whether or not any of the present parties might end up changing the method to do just that, once it was all said and done and she had recovered, the swordswoman would do her best to clean the mess off of herself, dry herself off, and put on the clothes that the demonic maid had brought. Afterward she would count out fifty denarii for the goblin janitor and offer it to him, just over ten per mess he'd needed to clean up if she was counting their guest bedroom, and then offer him another five denarii if the bucket now full of her cum had indeed been his. Once the goblin had his coins, assuming he didn't deny them, she would attach the coin purse to her pants and then move over to Sensensiel and begin nudging her in an attempt to bring her back into the waking world. "Sensensiel? I know it's my fault that you were out but it's time for the ritual," she would remark if she managed to stir the blue-haired woman.

And once that was out of the way and Krig and Sensensiel were prepared themselves, all that was left was to pick up her bucket and give the nod to the demonic maid to lead them to Xeon, along with picking up Grenewald and Nellic along the way if they hadn't already been called.

 

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Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

Spoiler

Tamonten: HP = 89, PP = 61, EP = 66, Status = Fine, Pregnant

NPC Stats
Krig: HP = 51, PP = 52, EP = 131, Status = Alright, Pregnant

Krig would return Tamonten's fixated predatory look with a quirked eyebrow. Her sudden lunge caught Krig completely by surprise, cutting off her sentence and putting the kitsune on her back on the edge of the bath in mere moments, with the swordswoman's conjured cock quickly aimed at her folds. "H-hey! N-mmmph!" she protested only to be silenced as Tamonten claimed her mouth. She had resisted being repositioned, had pushed back when forced onto her back, but her resistance had lacked the strength of conviction of one who really didn't want what the swordswoman was giving. Her legs were spread wide, her knees bent and her feet placed on her hips but not offering any pressure against them, and even though her tongue was hesitant it was quick to submit. The domineering nature of it, the manner in which she completely ignored her lover's feeble protest and prepared to simply take her, and the first light taste of Krig's soul as that all too familiar connection began to form were all sources of excitement in and of themselves, and for some reason the shaking of Tamonten's blackened arm grew for an instant before strangely slowing.

That left her pussy poised to swallow every inch of Tamonten's cock, but the interruption of the maid and the janitor saved her sex from being so brutally claimed. "It's understandable," the busty purple haired maid said in response to her apology, before her eyes swept over Krig and for an instant she half grinned and half leered at the prone kitsune. "And I can't certainly see the appeal~ But you are pretty much out of time, " she continued coolly, once more directing a plain gaze at the pale swordswoman.

The janitor, however, looked a good bit less like he would be understanding about the situation as the moment that after Tamonten spoke to him, when he realized that he was being addressed, he shot her a purely venomous look. He said something in a low ponderous grumbling voice in response to her offer for recompense for the added work, but despite that he had spoken the words out loud they were completely unintelligible. As they settled into her mind, however, they seemed to shift into words that she could actually understand; [Keep your damned money! I want not'n from you cept to see the back of yah! Don't rightly care if that's in a coffin neither!] The maid shot him a reproachful look briefly before turning back to Tamonten and somewhat apologetically saying; "I'm sorry... He understands but does not speak your language. Don't worry about the money, it wouldn't really be worth anything to him anyway. It's not like we have a lot of places to shop, and we don't use currency except when trading with mortals."

When the idea of clearing up a certain component of the ritual, however, the maid adopted a thoughtful look. With a gesture a spare bucket from the janitor's bin floated over and was set down next to Krig, "I doubt you'll be done before I'm back, but if you can provide enough now it might save a bit of time later. Get to it." She turned on her heel and walked out of the baths without closing the door, leaving the fuming janitor and the nearly comatose Sensensiel as witnesses to her lewd intentions with Krig. "I don't - aaaaaggghhh!!" she began only for Tamonten's first dominant thrust as the demonic maid left to drive all intelligibility from her words. Her pussy wrapped around Tamonten's cock like a silky soft vice and simply began to quiver with delight at being so filled, practically begging to be used and filled to the brim and beyond with the cum that was destined for another receptacle. Krig's cock jumped with the rest of her and then throbbed, but then began to shrink back into her body as if her lover had chosen to dismiss the organ. Grabbing and stroking it was all that was needed to preserve it, however, and though her sudden rapid pace didn't leave the kitsune much room to respond verbally she did let out a particularly loud moan as the swordswoman wrapped both hands around her cock.

"Nnn... Nooo!" she moaned in one last feeble protest when Tamonten's second cock, shaped at the end of her tail and covered in an oily sheen, pressed against her ass and easily slipped inside. The reactions of her body and her louder moans revealed the emptiness of that final effort to resume some semblance of control, however, as she was left moaning like a whore in heat as Tamonten simply plowed into her. The pale warrior's powerful thrusts left her entire body shaping, her plump ass rippling in all the right ways whenever she bottomed out and her modest breasts jiggling. That pace wouldn't require a particularly long period before Tamonten would feel her orgasm rising and the reactions of Krig signaled that she wasn't very far behind, her feet starting to quiver against Tamonten's rapidly moving hips.

Krig ended up being the first to reach her peak despite her protests, and as her folds did their very best to wring the cum out of Tamonten's primary cock and her already tight ass clamped down on her smaller one, so too did her equine cock explode one last time, coating Tamonten's face and chest in rope after rope of her hot, sticky seed. It would be all but impossible to last all the way through that, and when she felt her peak approaching and pulled out Krig simply flopped over much like Sensensiel had. The swordswoman didn't need to do much to finish at that point, and when she started spurting up her ever voluminous release she managed a highly respectable quantity. It wasn't what she'd managed with Sensensiel, but it was an impressive amount.

By that point the maid was back, however, and after setting their clothes on a nearby bench she glanced into the bucket and frowned. "Not enough," she said simply, and without warning Tamonten felt herself gripped by some invisible force that seemed to come from every direction. She was unceremoniously floated out of the bath, and her wrists were suddenly locked behind her back and her legs forced together as both of her cocks were once more aimed at the bucket. The purple haired demoness, no doubt the source of the force lifting her and simply holding her with such strength that her physical resistance meant nothing, said; "Don't squirm, I'll make this quick."

Then, she gingerly slid beside the swordswoman and grabbed her primary rod near the tip with one hand while the other began to glide across the base. For a moment she seemed to simply examine it while offering the barest of teasing strokes, but then she simply leaned forward and kissed it about halfway down the shaft, and suddenly it felt like every nerve upon it was aflame with sensation wherever she was touched. Then, she gave her rod an experimental jerk, and an explosion of pleasure unlike any that she had ever experienced before, even from Elawdrin, rocked through Tamonten like a rampaging dragon. "Good," she said simply, and then her thumb shifted to brush against the swordswoman's frenulum while her other hand slid down another inch and tightened. Without any further warning she simply began to jerk, and through the white hot explosions that were wrung from the swordswoman's body she might be forgiven for losing track of time. She might vaguely recognize that magic was being flooded into her cock, that the maid had begun to suck energy from her soul to fuel it but that she was regenerating it far faster than it was being sucked out of her, but other than that her every perception simply shut down save for her sense of touch.

She made it about thirty seconds before her cock erupted for the first time, adding stream after stream of her release to the tilted bucket's messy contents, but the maid simply kept on jerking during and after her release. It became a simple and steady pattern as the swordswoman was literally milked for her seed, her spasming body suspended in mid air and bound more effectively than any physical restraints could ever hope to match as the demon drew the necessary components for the upcoming ritual from her by force. Orgasm after orgasm simply blended together as her forceful jerks offered little variation, the brief burning kiss that had suddenly spiked her sensitivity the only touch that she received from the demon's mouth. Eventually her seed had filled the tilted bucket enough that it looked as if some of it might spill despite the maid's accuracy in placing the ropes, not a one having touched the floor yet from either her primary rod or the one at the end of her tail, but then she simply righted it and lifted Tamonten further. The swordswoman ended up suspended in mid air face down, her cocks pointed straight down at the bucket while she was left looking down at Krig who looked stunned, horrified, frightened, and disgruntled at the demon's treatment of her. She only had about a second to look at her lover before the maid started jerking her off again, however, and Tamonten was shunted right back into that horrid pleasure hell for another round of orgasms that eventually filled the bucket about three quarters of the way with her sperm.

When she was finished, the demoness gave a second kiss, this time against the tip, that by itself almost inspired yet another climax but also released her from the added sensitivity. She pulled away and gently lowered Tamonten to the ground, on her back, and when she was released from the psychic levitation Tamonten found that her limbs had turned to leaden jelly. Her spiritual energies were full still, but her body had just been through the wringer and for the next few moments simply refused to cooperate with any of her demands. Eventually, however, she would be able to force herself to move again, by which point she might realize that Krig had said something that her brain simply hadn't been able to process and then slipped into the water for one last actual cleaning session, now sans her equine cock.

Once she was recovered from being milked dry, Tamonten would be handed a tall glass of clean water before being left to clean herself, dry off, get dressed, and finally make good on her promise to leave, the maid leading the way with the bucket of her freshly extracted cum now hovering merrily beside her. The maid had roused Sensensiel while Tamonten was recovering, and when they passed the guest rooms she said; "The rest of those who agreed to assist you are already there."

After yet another trip through the slightly labyrinthine corridors of Xeon's palace, Tamonten, Krig, and Sensensiel found themselves going down a set of stone stairs. These chambers were darker, the air staler and the walls seemingly somehow older than the rest of Xeon's palace, but their travels after entering the layer beneath the surface was brief. All too soon they came upon a wider chamber, and in it they found their destination. Nellic was there, as was Grenewald, both clad in clothes that seemed tailored to both their bodies and their tastes, the bearlike wrestler clad in tight garb in simple earthy colors that offered freedom of movement while still having a few fur accents while the orc was now clad in black and dark green robes. Four maids were waiting in the chamber, two waiting beside the two who were waiting while two others waited at different points, spread apart.

In the center of the chamber was a coffin, and in its Tamonten could see a demonic figure, their skin charcoal black and their figure mostly similar to her own, inhuman features and all. They were obviously dead, their eyes closed as if in slumber but their chest still, their skin cold, and their flesh empty of spirit. Past that and directly across from the doorway stood Xeon, her back straight and her eyes closed as she clasped her hands together in front of her. "Be ready," the maid leading them warned just as they were about to move past the doorway that would bring them into the chamber proper, and when they entered into it power of simply immense proportions washed over Tamonten. The sudden presence was like a physical weight suddenly added to every portion of her body, and the source of it stood in calm meditation across from her. The sheer metaphysical potency of the demoness across from her was left clearer than ever as Tamonten felt her at work, maintaining the preparations that she had made for the ritual to come.

The chamber itself felt old, far older than the demonic presence in Artmirst, but it also felt decidedly foul, like a thing that had gone fetid and foul. There was a bowl carved into the center of the room, where the coffin lay, and around that bowl a pentagram had been drawn in red. At first glance it seemed like it might simply be paint on the granite, but as she drew nearer Tamonten would realize that it could only be one thing; blood. A lot of blood, stained directly into the rock so that it settled and no amount of washing could ever cleanse its presence completely. The basin in which the coffin lay was entirely stained in bright crimson, the grooves in which the red lines lay all sloping downwards toward its edges, all so flawlessly crafted that not a drop of the untold gallons that had been used to create the macabre sight had seemingly been spilled without cause. While she might ask why they had come to this particular scene for the ritual, there was one thing that was clear on even rudimentary inspection; those stains had not been left today, nor even this year. They had been created a while ago, though how long was difficult to say.

Xeon stood at the central point of the star, the one that created its line of symmetry, while Grenewald and Nellic stood at the points spanning outward from her, each with a maid standing directly behind them. When they entered, the maid now carefully carrying the bucket full of cum in her arms rather than levitating it beside her, Xeon's eyes slowly opened. "Are you prepared?" the demoness intoned solemnly, and with the power that she was guiding in that moment her voice was almost thunderous despite the fact that its physical volume had been barely above a whisper. There was only one person in the room that she could be addressing, and she awaited Tamonten's reply without moving a muscle, the room physically still but swirling with magic in preparation for the coming ritual.

 

[Hafnium]

Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

Krig's protest as the pale girl's second cock poised itself to penetrate the foxgirl's ass did cause Tamonten to hesitate... for all of a few seconds, at the end of which she pushed herself in and redoubled her efforts. The only way in which she didn't ignore her lover's words was verbally. "As I recall you promised me a reward if you liked what I did to Sensensiel, and I don't need to be a mind reader to know the answer to that! Or that you love what I'm doing to you, for that matter!" For the most part, her words fell off into enthusiastic grunts as she focused herself on fucking the foxgirl senseless, but she would take a brief few moments once the two were about halfway through their short tryst to add to her comment. "Besides, if you think you've already tamed me enough to stop me from claiming such a wonderful reward with halfhearted words then you're getting overconfident, mistress! So give up and cum for your naughty pet~"

Though Krig's protests would cause the swordswoman to be a bit more vocal, it wouldn't change what came next, specifically the kitsune, all over Tamonten, much to the her pleasure, and then the pale girl herself, into a bucket despite her overwhelming desire to fill her lover again. At first, Tamonten wouldn't pay much attention to the maid as she reentered the room, instead leaning in to briefly claim Kringlicsly's mouth one last time, only to break the kiss shortly in and bring her mouth to the spirit wielder's ear. "You were incredible, Krig," she whispered. "I'll beg for your cock again any day~" she offered with a grin and a blush toward her lover as she pulled away. "It's almost a shame that I'm going to have to punish you later, but if poor Sensensiel deserved punishment for her crimes then I'd say it's only fair that you deserve twice as much for actually giving it to her instead of me~" She gave her lover a light slap on the ass for emphasis and then turned her attention toward the maid, who had just began to inspect her offering to the unfortunate janitor's bucket.

Her timing left her turning at just about the moment that the maid voiced her disappointment over the quantity of semen the pale girl had provided and unceremoniously decided to make full use of her psychic might and hoist the swordswoman in the air. "W-wait! What are you doing?!" The demonic woman's demand that she not squirm didn't exactly calm Tamonten, and the latter broke fully into flailing as she found herself further away from the ground right up until her legs and arms were bound by the other woman's psychic might. "Put me down!" The possessed warrior demanded to little avail as the maid began to give testing strokes of her shaft. "If the ritual really needs more then at least let Krig do it!" She tried to barter with the powerful maid in desperation. The swordswoman couldn't deny that the demon's hand felt far better than it had any right to, even given how disinterested her motions were, but that bit of pleasure alone wasn't enough to break her resistance to the idea of being milked in front of Krig by anyone but her lover.

"What did you do to me?!" Tamonten demanded furiously as the maid continued by planting a kiss on her shaft, one that had the pale woman's rod so sensitive that she could feel the lightest movement of air against its flesh. "Wha-nng, fuck!" What had started out as an effort to repeat her question ended in a groan of pleasure that rumbled out from the pale girl's very core. Her physical resistance simply crumbled away in that first motion, and her entire body went slack save for her hips which pushed against that source of overwhelming pleasure. Her mental resistance lasted a little longer, just long enough to bemoan both that it was possible to feel such pleasure and that she wasn't experiencing it under Krig's ministrations instead of the maid's, before similarly crumbling away.

And after that first orgasm rolled through her body so forcefully that it felt as if her muscles might tear themselves apart in her convulsions and the mighty throbs of her shaft in its effort to spit up as much seed as it could muster for the demonic woman, Tamonten became little more than a slave to the all-consuming stimulation of the maid's hand tugging at her sensitized cock. Her eyes rolled up into her head early and stayed there for the duration of her time in the air, and she grunted and groaned in primal reaction to the sensations inspired by her milking. Her mind was utterly shattered, and all attempts to think were broken with a stroke of the woman's hand. Every effort to feel resistance, or at least indignation, at her treatment was utterly destroyed by the shocks of pleasure that shot straight up her spine and into her brain. It was paradise and hell all in one, but in the state she had been reduced to she could've spent the remainder of her life in that position, being milked by the maid, and never issued another complaint. Tamonten didn't even manage to register her lover or her expression as she was repositioned.

And she remained a willing cow to be milked right up until the bucket was full and she was gently deposited onto the ground. Even then, the pale girl's rod proved eager to produce more cum for the maid, as with a few more twitches and throbs the last dregs of seed that her body could muster didn't so much erupt as bubble forth and drool down the top of her length, just in memory of the pleasure that it had been subjected to. She laid there, unable to think or move beyond the occasional twitch sparked by her overworked nerves, for several minutes before her consciousness began to glue itself back together, and she deeply regretted that rational thought returned before her ability to move as it left her to mentally kick herself while her body recovered.

How could she be so weak of heart to give in like that in front of Krig? No matter how her lover might feel on the subject of sharing, it wasn't right, not that way and not without her lover's permission. Certainly not after Tamonten herself had struggled so much with jealousy and frustration over the same subject. To have risked inspiring the same heartache in Kringlicsly that she had felt... she frowned. And she had entirely lost control too. How many times had she cum? Five... ten...? She had no idea. And to have been so... eager in front of the spirit wielder. As strength returned to her limbs, the swordswoman knew she couldn't dwell on it, not with a potentially life-threatening ritual coming up, and she didn't have the time to try to right the situation, but it became obvious that she would need to talk to her lover about the subject later, and at some point figure out an appropriate apology.

"Let's," she would croak. Her mouth seemed to be trying to counterbalance how covered in fluids the rest of her body was by itself being dryer than the Anudorian desert, and she had to take a drink of the offered water in order to even finish her sentence. "Let's never do that again," she directed toward the maid. And with that, she would bring herself to her feet in order to dismiss her conjured manhoods, clean up, get dressed, finish her water, and be off to Xeon's chamber.

~~~​

Somehow, what was waiting for her in the chamber that the ritual was apparently to be conducted in was a lot easier to deal with. There was a certain feeling in the air there, combined with the sight of the corpse and no doubt magnified even further by Xeon's immense spiritual presence, that had Tamonten's adrenaline pumping. Her eyes darted to and from in order to scan the room in its entirety, both of her hands trembled lightly, and she could feel her heart beating away in her chest, but fear wasn't what had spawned her body's reactions. They were familiar sensations, having arisen from a sense of readiness. It was the same when she was drawing her sword to face an enemy in life or death combat, and it was a sensation much more comfortable to her than uncertainty on matters of love and intimacy. She felt alive, and never more so.

And in her state she couldn't help but take in the details of the room. It was old, almost certainly older than her and perhaps more ancient than the Lady of Acheron herself. Every breath she took was intermingled with dust, dust that seemed to have been in the room so long that it had become inextricable from the air and surfaces. The only section of the room that didn't have an irremovable layer of the stuff on it was the basin, covered in blood and probably as crimson as it had been when it had first dried. A morbid thought crossed her mind as she began to speculate at the amount of death necessary to give the bowl its grisly coating of paint: she had probably killed enough creatures and people by herself to give it a touch up coat. So while she very much was of a mind to inquire about the chamber's nature and original usage, that wasn't the line of thought she ended up voicing. "My compliments to the interior decorators, I couldn't think think of a more fitting setting to end this years-long quest in," she would mutter to nobody in particular.

And then her eyes moved to glance at the people who would be undertaking the ritual with her. Nellic, who had proved as strong as a boulder, emotionally and physically, and had been unfailingly kind. Grenewald, so full of vim and vigor and utterly fearless. Sensensiel, who had been brave enough to risk herself saving people she'd never met before on multiple occasions and fight against her own mother... and played a pretty convincing dog, all things considered. And last, but far from least, Krig, the woman for whom the pale girl held emotions that she'd never known before, that she loved above all others, and that she wanted to learn so much more about. Tamonten desperately hoped to be given the chance to wake up next to her lover for the rest of her days. And I couldn't think of more fitting people to end it with, either, she would silently add before finally turning wholly toward Xeon, just in time for the powerful demoness to speak.

"Are you prepared?"

The question prompted the pale girl closed her eyes briefly, doing her best to focus herself on that feeling of readiness she had felt earlier, and then just as suddenly reopened them. "If I don't survive this ritual," she started, not immediately answering Xeon's question. "You four," she turned toward the group of volunteers, "are to use the denarii in my bags for the party I was organizing. Invite Varthic and Pano, and make sure that Pano actually gets his invitation, don't leave it up to Varthic. Invite the alraune too, if she'll come, and Niserie and Shorya if they're not too busy with their duties here. And don't you dare drink to my memory or anything so sappy. If you have to drink to something related to me, make it drinking to me killing an outsider with my bare hands or something like that!"

"My sword is to be left in the black oak's clearing. I would prefer my body to be laid to rest there as well. Krig knows where I'm talking about," she turned to regard her lover. "I want you to have everything else in my bags. You're free to do as you like with it, none of it is as important to me as you are, though I'll give my explicit permission for Lady Xeon," she turned back toward the demonic woman, "to copy any entries of interest from my journal before it is removed from Acheron. I documented everything I could about the spirit in my arm in there and how it affected me. I doubt any of it will be useful to you, but on the off chance that it is then the option is available." Morbid business, but it was best to make her will known then and there.

But she wouldn't let it be thought that she was being defeatist on the subject and she cracked a grin immediately after she was done listing her last wishes. She had every reason in the world to be terrified, but the pale girl simply wasn't allowing the, perhaps much more reasonable, emotion to get a grasp in her head, combating it by grabbing hold of every small scrap of confidence she could find to fill her mind with so that it couldn't even manage a foothold. After all, there was no way Tamonten would let herself die in such a dingy chamber, she still had a foxgirl to punish and she surely didn't want to miss out on a party that she was going to be footing the bill for. The ritual might not even be the hugest threat to her life that week! After a brief pause to roll her shoulders and neck a few times and take one last deep breath she would, with that same grin, proclaim; "Alright, yeah, I'm ready. Let's get this over with, I've got a huge night planned."

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

Spoiler

Tamonten: HP = 89, PP = 61, EP = 66, Status = Fine, Pregnant

NPC Stats
Krig: HP = 51, PP = 52, EP = 131, Status = Alright, Pregnant

Though she would respond to the kiss that Tamonten offered as enthusiastically as ever, when she promised punishment twice what Sensensiel had received she found her kitsune gazing at her rather nervously. Her ass jiggled nicely when smacked, however, and she gave a little sound that was half moan and half gasp that was anything but disapproving.

"I'll make it a lot nicer next time~" the maid replied with a wink when Tamonten asked that they never repeat that particular event that next took place, flicking her tongue over her lips. "Then you can see what I can really do with my mouth~ I'm Briela, by the way. Briela Kazin."

When led to the ritual chamber and giving what might very well be her final will and testament, at least in her living body, the initial quip that she opened with didn't even earn a ghost of a smirk from anyone. Xeon's lips would twitch slightly, but they went downwards rather than upwards, but other than that she wouldn't even get a noticeable reaction out of anyone. Her will, however, was heard in full, and both Nellic and Grenewald grinned briefly and nodded when told to party without her, while Xeon simply nodded in response to her offer about reading the swordswoman's journal. "You won't die," Sensensiel said casually, patting Tamonten on the shoulder briefly before moving to the right side of the room and standing at another point on the star, joining Grenewald. "You had better not," Krig added in an almost cold tone, though she then moved in and took a quick peck on the swordswoman's lips before moving to the left to take the last point.

"Remove anything you have with an enchantment on it," Xeon commanded in a soft, almost faint tone, "when you are ready, get into the basin and kneel between the coffin and I, facing the coffin. You must remain as still as possible and keep your head down, and your eyes open. It will be painful."

Xeon waited until Tamonten had assumed the demanded position, leaving her chin hanging just over the rim of the coffin, able to look down on the prone figure. "The material," the powerful demoness called sternly, and Briela briefly entered the circle in order to empty the bucket full of cum into the coffin, pouring it over the body's chest. Nellic gave that a brief odd look as the stick seed just kept coming and coming, but his was the only dramatic reaction among them. The demoness left the circle and stood near the door when the bucket was emptied, leaving the corpse covered in Tamonten's sticky white seed.

"Do not speak. Do not attempt to move. Do not attempt to resist. I will be as delicate as I can. Now.... Remove the manacles on your arm and place it in the coffin," Xeon commanded calmly, though when Tamonten explained that those were fused to her very flesh the demon's mouth ticked again. A flick of the massive amount of energy deftly lashed against her, and pain shot up her arm as the flesh was carefully severed and the manacles themselves were broken enough that they could be removed with ease. She felt the seal protecting her soul from her demon shatter at the same time, but the being that had for so long been locked in her arm did not rise to consume her entirely as it had so many times threatened to do in her nightmares.

When the seals were placed down into the coffin, her arm was healed by a second deft flicker of magic before Xeon calmly intoned; "And so.... We begin." Without waiting more than a second, Tamonten felt the massive waves of power swirling around the ritual chamber seized, felt them redirected inwards directly towards the center of the pentagram where she knelt in the basin, and for a moment there was naught but primordial terror as all that immense power was pointed directly at her.

Then, however, Tamonten's body was seized by that power, she felt it wash through her in an overwhelming wave that could have obliterated her in every imaginable sense countless times over, and felt that deft guiding power causing it to coil around her spirit rather than obliterate her body. Without preamble or any hope of resistance her soul, and the demon soul that it was now no longer protected from, were lifted from her body. The bonds to her physical form weren't severed, merely stretched to their limits, and as her essence left her body she felt her consciousness growing distant as her very soul was drawn away from her mind and her body. It was like being someone else, a passive observer, and because of the power rushing through the room there was actually something for her eyes to see.

Her soul floated above her, a bright blue glowing outline of her body hovering a few feet above her physical one with the core of her essence shining like a bright star. Interlaced with her soul, however, were dark crimson strands like pools of dried blood, taking up the entirety of where her blackened arm would be and coiling into a second core, one that was like a black hole that seemed to feast upon Tamonten's energies. Several dark strands connected those two cores, and fattened motes of light continuously trailed from her own core to the one parasitically latched onto it, her deepest essence being slowly but steadily absorbed to feed the demon's neverending hunger.

Her essence was covered in scars, covered in marks from the many beings who had drained her energy and the various ordeals that she had been through that had forced her to call upon the demon's powers. Some of those scars, particularly those from using the demon's gifts and those caused by the seal that had been hastily been erected to protect her, had run so deep that they would never probably heal. Every time she had called upon those dark gifts, the bonds between her and the demon had grown stronger, more tendrils had slipped between its core and hers, and every time it had dragged itself closer to her. Their cores hovered with their surfaces only inches apart now, and on some primal level Tamonten easily understood that if those two orbs had touched, had so much as brushed against one another, that she would have been consumed and obliterated so that the demon could take full control of her body.

Now, however, a force stronger than any she might ever have imagined had seized both, was worming its way into the gap between those two intertwined souls. Xeon's will came between them and then, simply, began to pull. Just as her power had the seal on her arm, the demon's will cut like a scalpel now, severing only those bonds that needed to be cut so that their two spirits could come apart, and ever so gradually.... They did. The demon began to slowly slip away from her, its tendrils slipping out of her core, but there were many of them. Dozens, and many ran deep. Agony suddenly flushed through her, pain unlike any she had ever experienced before, but it was not a physical sensation so much as her soul crying out in anguish as it began to simply crumble in on itself, and though all perception seemed numbed at that point she could feel the demon's soul crumbling in the exact same way as the links that had come to support both were broken.

That was when four other tendrils of Xeon's power and will lanced out and dove into those four who had agreed to aid Tamonten, into Nellic, Grenewald, Sensensiel, and Krig. Each of them seized as power tore into their very souls, pain and surprise etched onto their features, but not a one of them stumbled as Xeon began to suck power from their cores, tearing away chunks of their souls in order to draw it into the center of the ritual. Those pieces were used to shore up the breaking cores of both Tamonten and her demon, and as pieces of their very essence flooded into her the pain of her shattered soul was suddenly eased. She felt each of them inside of her, strengthening her. She felt each of their deepest essences mixing into her own, small enough that they would not overwhelm her but significant enough to feel each. Nellic's, so much like her own, stalwart and stubborn and of nearly unbreakable faith, and though his was the weakest soul in the room in terms of raw metaphysical power his was the most freely given of them all. Grenewald's, furious and confident and practically built of steel, flowed into her and simply refused to let another portion of her break away. Sensensiel's, one of the strongest, flowed into her and flooded her with the simple truth that she would not be allowed to break her, making that grave uncertainty seem all too certain, and with the angel's strength pouring into her soul that fantasy grew closer to becoming a reality.

Finally there was Krig, her soul strongest of all, and there alone she felt the uncertainty that she herself might have felt just then. She felt fear, she felt pain, she felt the threat of despair... But she also felt the kitsune gifting as much of her essence as she could in the simple hope that it would be enough, that it would allow Tamonten to see the ritual through alive and well.

With those gifts given Tamonten's crumbling soul was held together, their essences absorbed into her own and into her demon. They came farther and farther apart, the portion of her soul that had been completely corrupted going with the demon and wrapping around it to form a new spiritual body. Chord after chord tying them together was severed or pulled free from Tamonten only to snap back to the demon, and after several grueling minutes of continued metaphysical agony it was over. Their souls, once so intertwined that they were very nearly one and the same, had come apart in full, and the drains placed upon her companions began to transfer pure energy rather than sections of their cores, the pained looks on her companions' faces fading only to be replaced by relief. Finally, at long last, Tamonten was free.

Now, however, came the second half of the ritual, the more difficult part. Power coiled into her body once more, and this time it was again connected her and the demon while its soul was drawn to the corpse. For a few minutes magic simply swirled around the body, reactivating dead cells and systems and repairing what it could. Tamonten's cum simply sunk into its flesh, her genes reshaping portions of the body at the behest of Xeon's magic, making it a suitable host for the demon's soul which had grown accustomed to Tamonten's body. All that was needed after a few minutes was the animating power that connected body and soul, the life force that had been promised, and Tamonten received a thought of warning before she felt Xeon's power pierce into a different part of her being.

This time it was a very physical pain, every single nerve in her body seemingly bursting into fiery torment as her life's energies were slowly divided in half. There was no slow trickle that would allow the power to fade, it was only a fracturing that gave both sides the best chance of surviving. That also left Tamonten edging closer and closer to death, however, and this time she actually had to fight to keep her increasing shredded life essence from fading further. For the first few minutes she was successful in that, her physical fortitude and will allowing her to fight the pain, but eventually the sheer strain of it simply became overwhelming. She began to slip from life, her heartbeat slowing and her limbs growing leaden as it prepared to shut down, and it seemed as if there was nothing that she could do to stop it.

Her eyes rose, naturally, to Krig, the kitsune watching in concern as the second even more dangerous portion of the ritual took place, but she did not break her position in the circle and endanger Xeon's concentration as she took half of Tamonten's life force and used it to empower the corpse that the demon's soul was to inhabit. Things began to appear, the walls taking on a strange glow as indistinct figures appeared behind them, her first gaze upon the spirit world showing her things that her still living mind could barely comprehend. That left her unable to focus on any one in particular, at least at first, but as she gazed toward an increasingly indistinct Krig a figure began to form in the darkness beyond. It was difficult to make out more than an outline at first, the vaguely humanoid figure humongous but hunched and misshapen, but for a moment she could see its face, if one could call it that. The massive figure's head was triangular, its chin elongated and tilted awkwardly to its right side with all of the corners rounded, and other than two black vertical slits for eyes and a horizontal slit for a mouth its face had no features to speak of. Its "skin" looked rough and stiff as if it was made out of wood, and as it gazed up from the abyss at her from over Krig's shoulder its head began to tilt slowly to the side.

Perhaps because of that sight, perhaps because of seeing Krig fade from view, perhaps from some intervention on Xeon's part, or perhaps from simple adrenaline as her body fought its death, Tamonten felt the fading of her life suddenly stop, felt herself pulled back from the abyss and back to the living world. Her vision cleared as her soul was drawn back into her body, settling back into place now sans its greatest burden. The blue glow faded as the magic that allowed her to see her spirit ended, Xeon's power and the energies drawn into the ritual circle dissipating. And then, just like that, it was over. For a few moments the room was still, and bone weariness that made how tired she had felt after finally beating Elawdrin and getting out of her prison seem like a bout of momentary fatigue.

In front of her, the demon stirred and then opened its eyes, a slight crimson glow appearing in the dimly lit room, adding to the numerous other red lights from the demon maids. Despite the amount of power she had just worked with, Xeon barely seemed winded after the ritual as she commandingly said; "Take her back to her room and let her sleep. Take the other to my study. There are things we must... Discuss." At that Tamonten would feel herself blacking out, but she might manage a few words to someone before darkness claimed her and she was left to fall asleep in the middle of the ritual circle.

Spoiler

Because of Tamonten's ordeal and some survival rolls made to determine how it went, she takes a few consequences.
Her soul survived the ritual and the demon was successfully removed, but it was damaged in the process. She permanently loses 6 points of Spirit.
Her life force was not severely hampered, as she only failed one of the five rolls, and so she only takes an instance of Weakened that will last for the next week or so.
I'll update the stats spoiler after you fiddle with her sheet.

 

[Hafnium]

Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

"Of course not," she replied confidently at Sensensiel and Krig's comments. "It's just a formality. I'd never let you get out of your punishment that easily," Tamonten offered with a wink and a grin toward the foxgirl as the other woman moved to take her spot. The pale girl would do her best to become serious after that, and took care to follow Xeon's instructions to the letter. It wasn't that she wasn't taking the ritual seriously, it truly wasn't. Humor was, however, proving a very effective method of making the knowledge that she was about to have a demon torn from her arm by another demon who could've squished her with little more than an annoyed glance and placed into a body all too similar to her own that was arrayed morbidly in front of her much more palatable. Her quips, immature as they might have been, took the thought from terrifying enough that she was seriously considering backing out and handing the soul over to Krig to something at least bearable.

The swordswoman took her prescribed place in the basin immediately after Xeon ordered as much, having brought nothing along with her to the ritual beyond her clothing, and though it took a surprising amount of willpower she did not make the quip that immediately sprung to mind about this being what it felt like to be a cult's goat. Nor did she make a joke that came to mind about being available for parties as the maid emptied an entire bucket of her cum onto the corpse in front of her, which was probably for the best as getting a close up view of the sight was enough to make her queasy and she'd have really hated to open her mouth and lose her breakfast in the position she was in.

The nausea made her glad enough to pull slightly back from her position in order to explain that she couldn't remove the seals by herself; "That's going to be a little difficult, they're fused to my arm." Xeon's provided solution earned a wince from Tamonten as some of her flesh was shaved off in order to facilitate the removal of her manacles but she didn't complain, it was no worse than the pain had been when she'd been fitted with the regulator on her wrist. It amazed her just how used to the extra weight she had become as she took the broken pieces of the only barrier that had stood between her soul and oblivion for all those years and deposited them into the coffin. Combined, the cast-iron manacles on her wrist and arm and the chain that ran between them surely weighed as much as her sword, but the weight had become so familiar to her over the years that without them her limb felt light as a feather.

It would've been unimaginably relieving to cast the device away if not for the sensations that struck her once the seal that it had maintained for so many years shattered in full. It was the difference between listening to a noise from behind a wall and being in the actual room that it was coming from as her spirit was finally freed from its rudimentary protection. Xeon's immense soul became even more sharply apparent and nearly smothered her with its unfiltered presence. She could feel the maid staff's strength in a way that she could never detect it before. Though the souls of the Lady of Acheron and her maids nearly smothered them out, Tamonten could even feel the presence of Krig and Sensensiel, both familiar, the former more-so than the latter, and comfortable. Alarmingly, the spirit in her arm became more noticeable to her in a way that she only remembered from damaging her manacle a few days prior, and it was at that she began to question if she'd really done her own part in ensuring that Lady Xeon knew what she was doing, but there was no turning back.

It started almost immediately after she had resumed her position, and as Xeon's power was directed toward her it erased all rational thoughts from her mind and left behind only that most primal of reactions: fight or flight. Yet, she chose fight. Not against Xeon's power and not against the alarming way in which the overwhelming power of her soul tangled around Tamonten's own but against the demonic soul that it was moving to extricate from her. The possessed swordswoman became determined to stand her ground, following the Lady of Acheron's commands of her to the letter so that she might soon never be 'the possessed' anything ever again. The pale girl would grit her teeth until it seemed that they might crack, tense her muscles so powerfully that it seemed like they might strain, and hold her eyelids open such that it seemed like they might tear. She would do her part in the battle to free herself from her demon and it from her, and if she had to die during it, then she would die in the very position she had been ordered to take.

Tamonten maintained herself even as her soul was stretched away from her body and her senses became split. She instinctively knew the meanings behind what she was looking at, as Xeon went to work on her soul. She knew that if the demon's own soul ever fully touched hers then there would be no salvation, no second arrival of her father to pull her from what would become of her, and she knew that its proximity and the difficulty in extricating it was in no small part because of how heavily she relied on its gifts in the last week. She didn't regret the latter, not a bit. She would've used the demon's powers a hundred more times to have experienced such intimacy as she had, and she'd have used them a thousand more if it had been to keep Kringlicsly safe. Tamonten did not envy the Lady of Acheron's task in the ritual but that was her battle now, and all Tamonten could do was to try to hold herself together.

Even that might have been beyond her own power. She felt some metaphysical part of herself begin to slip as parts of her soul lost their integrity and began to fall apart. It wasn't a war that she had ever truly prepared to fight. She had no idea how to strengthen her spirit or even best endure so that it might remain intact as the demon's tendrils were removed from it. Tamonten was a far cry from Kringlicsly when it came to strength of that sort. The pale warrior had spent a lifetime training her body to take whatever the world might throw at it, not her soul. This was a disadvantageous fight for her, but what could she do? The only defense she knew how to raise was determination.

I'm not going to die here.

She repeated it in her head a hundred times, a thousand. Those six words became her entire vocabulary as agonizing second ticked into agonizing second. There was no point in counting the minutes, she was going to be there for as long as it took. Minutes, hours, days, she would hold, and she would keep repeating those words. No matter how her spirit cracked and crumpled under the Lady of Acheron's metaphysical surgery. She would hold, she had to hold.

I'm not going to die!

Xeon's work changed then, and before Tamonten's very eyes the energies of her allies were used to reinforce her crumbling soul, reinforcements to a desperate battle. The swordswoman continued to repeat her mantra with more confidence than ever. With the strength of Grenewald, Nellic, and Sensensiel behind her, she could hold and with Krig's strength, she would live.

I'm not going to die!

It was a mental call of triumph. Death wouldn't take her that day, not by the crumbling of her soul. As Xeon finished untangling and reinforcing the souls of both herself and the demon, the pale girl knew that the worst for her in the ritual was yet to come. While the thought dampened her elation over living through the first part, Tamonten didn't allow it to faze her in the slightest. What came next was her battle, and after two long years of dealing with the demon in her arm she could've never been more ready to fight it. At Xeon's psychic warning, the pale girl re-grit her teeth and re-tensed her muscles. It was time to earn her freedom from the demonic spirit who had tormented her for so many long years.

The pain that followed as her life force was split was indescribable. Nothing in her life measured up to it. Not her fight against Elawdrin, nor her fight against the black oak, nor even her pregnancy with Petunia's seedlings had readied her for the wildfire ravaging her nerves. Tamonten couldn't fight the sensation with stoicism or even thoughts of her allies, it overwhelmed every effort to muster a coherent defense. For a brief few moments she feared her body might give out on her in the very first stages of the split. Backed into a corner, she reacted in the way that came most naturally to her: she raged.

She raged at her own body. How dare it try to give up on her after all she had been through?! How dare it falter under such transient pain! This is nothing! This pain doesn't compare to the feeling of losing my home and parents! This uncertainty is a joke compared to the fear that I would be consumed and see everyone I love broken! It stemmed her body's desire to black out, but only just so. Her entire body was shaking in agony, her breathing became ragged. Even with her rage, she might not make it. Was this it then? All she had suffered just to die in the last seconds before she was freed?

Her eyes searched for Kringlicsly. It angered her to think that it might be her last time seeing her lover and her lover's last memory of her. She tried to grin at her lover as if it might reassure the kitsune, though Tamonten's face was so wracked with pain and her mouth so twisted in agony that it probably only achieved the opposite. Even without the pain, it was hard to hide her fading confidence. This was probably it then, huh? Dead, just like that, in what amounted to Xeon's basement. That irritated her too, but as her heart began to falter in a much more literal sense, the pale girl found that she couldn't hold onto it enough to recover her fading rage.

And then those otherworldly figures began to come into focus. The one that formed near Krig was a vision of the reaper in its own right. Tamonten could feel in her chest that the spirit wielder wasn't in danger by the strange creature, only the pale girl herself. She would become little more than a snack for it soon, she knew, her soul harvested and shredded in order to feed its own. No more misery, no more pain, just.... nothingness. That pissed the swordswoman right off.

Her heart began to pound in her chest again as she focused on her renewed rage. Adrenaline coursed through her body as she fixed the strange thing with a baleful stare. It made her so angry that she wanted to break its wooden-looking face with her fist. She hadn't come all this way to be consumed by some puppeteer's misfit doll. The pale girl would surely face her death and the oblivion that waited behind it some day but not that day, and when she did it was going to be a hell of a lot more memorable than having a heart attack in someone's basement! I shouldn't be scared of you! You should be scared of me! Tamonten mentally insisted toward the strange creature... and then, it was all over.

The ritual concluded and Tamonten was released from her battle, every bit worse for the wear. The pain had left her delirious and she was exhausted in her very soul. Her thoughts flitted from the new lightness and stillness in her left arm to the no longer muted sensation of her own spirit to trying to take in the details of the demon that had just been pulled from her arm, all in an effort to focus on any one thing enough to keep herself conscious. It was a losing battle. Darkness was falling upon her more quickly than she could counteract. It was unfortunate for her because she had planned this moment out in her head so many times. She had imagined herself giving a stern warning to the demon about what would happen if it ever even looked at her loved ones, or saying some deep, cheerful thing to Kringlicsly once the pale girl was free, but she couldn't form any of the words.

It was doubly unfortunate because, in her delirium, the pale girl instead spouted out the first thing that came to mind, a statement to no one in particular and in reference to the strange creature that she alone might have been the only one to see. "That... was the ugliest garden gnome I have ever seen." And then she promptly slumped over and fell directly into a deep sleep.

Spoiler

Sheet stats updated, will fiddle around with inventory fluff in a few more poasts once Tamo gets some things figured out.

Newstats: HP = 86, PP = 58, EP = 60,

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

Spoiler

Tamonten: HP = 86, PP = 58, EP = 60, Status = Weakened for X more days, Pregnant

NPC Stats
Krig: HP = 51, PP = 52, EP = 131, Status = Alright, Pregnant

Before she slumped over and fell into the land of dreams, Tamonten managed to catch a bit of reaction from those who had assisted her. Xeon, together with her maids, seemed to find her quip about the daemon she had glimpsed when her life had been fading nothing more than mildly annoying. Those who had given portions of themselves, who had donated portions of their very souls to keep hers intact, were a bit more colored in the way of reactions, however. Krig, already somewhat dazed and dropped down to her knees, gave Tamonten a perplexed look. Sensensiel looked deeply worried, having apparently weathered the draining of her essence better than Krig and remained on her feet. Nellic had fallen on his ass at some point and was looking almost drunk he was so out of it, though when Tamonten spoke he gave her a look as if she’d gone mad. Grenewald, who had only stumbled, gave a guffaw of laughter that turned into a broken bark that turned finally into a genuine belly laugh, and the last words she heard before passing out were from the orc’s mouth; “Hah! I knew I wasn’t the only one that saw it!”

And then darkness took her, and she dreamed. They were more intense than any she’d felt in a long time, more vivid than any she could remember save perhaps some from before the demon had taken her arm, as if some part of her imagination had been liberated when the seal had been taken and her parasite had been removed. Some were pleasant, recollections or imaginings of time spent with those she loved, from Kringlicsly to her parents . Others were less so, memories of the threats that the demon had whispered into her ear, of the horrors it had tried to use to break her will, or of the black oak and the malice that it had seemed to exude like some poisonous miasma, or of Elawdrin and the dark imaginings that she and the horrors that she had brought upon the world had inspired. Some were strange, wild flights of fancy that often defied description entirely and left her memory the moment they appeared there as if simple whisked away.

Only one stood out among the rest, and perhaps because of her recent near death experience she would find it to be the most vivid of all. She stood in the clothes that the fae had gifted her again, those that had been lost when the fallen angel’s hellhounds had set upon her. The familiar weight of her greatsword hung on her back, and the black blade that she had earned from Elawdrin’s captured stores rested at her hip. The portion of Jasmine’s faerie glade that she so remembered stood before her, and its denizens waved to greet her warmly, nymphs and satyrs smiling as clouds of multicolored pixies rose from the wildflowers to dance around her. Krig stood by her side, smiling back at the fey who had taken both of them in so unconditionally when they had both been in need. The sweet mixture of scents between the flowers and her lover and the clean spring air filled her senses, as relaxing a stimulus as could be had.

And then it changed, an alternate version of the same scene at first flashing before her eyes but steadily replacing the idyllic scene that she had first scene. The glade had been devastated. Flowers and grasses were threshed and burned, and dead fairies were scattered along the now almost barren earth. What trees still stood were leafless, withered, and blackened, as if the very life had been leeched out of them. Larger corpses were scattered about, either burned or torn apart, some the faeries that she recognized and others either unfamiliar or too badly mangled to be recognizable. The smells of ash, burning or rotted meat, and blood replaced the sweet scents she had experienced before, and though she was garbed and armed the same as before Kringlicsly was gone.

Or at least, she was gone from her side. Ahead, Tamonten could see one feature of the terrain that hadn’t been there before, a gnarled tree with bark that mixed portions of black and white in its bark, its curling trunk reaching above the desiccated remains of the other trees so that its canopy of sickly brown leaves could blot out the sun. Bound to that tree was Jasmine, her abdomen rent open to reveal shredded organs and the decapitated carcass of a half-formed child hanging some three feet below where it had once grown by the chord tying it to its mother. Tendrils twisted around inside of her flesh, and though it shouldn’t have been possible, the faerie priestess was somehow still alive, a single blood-stained vine coiled around her heart and forcing it to keep beating, forcing her to live in again that was readily apparent on the suspended woman’s expression.

Standing just below the top of the gnarled tree’s trunk, on a cancerous lump that Jasmine hung directly beneath, was the creature that she had seen when her life had been fading, crouched down and hunched over. It stared at her from across the obliterated glade, its slit eyes now wide circles of empty blackness, and in one of its misshapen three fingered hands, hanging just to the side, was Krig. Its overlong digits were clenched around her head, and the kitsune was limp and motionless as she was hung suspended by only that tight grip, her face hidden by its fingers. Blood was visible all along the front of her robe starting at about her waist and going all the way down to where it dripped from her feet. The creature holding her stared at Tamonten from across the glade, and its head slowly tilted to one side only to snap in the opposite direction, producing the only sound she had heard in the entirety of the dream, a loud rattling sound not unlike one she had heard from a toy she had seen in the hand of a young boy running down the street as a child, little more than a clay pot filled with beads or heavy seeds.

Before whatever quip she might come up with could escape her lips, or before she could take any action that the horrific scene might inspire, Tamonten’s mind snapped, and blackness settled in again.

And then… She woke up, back in her room in Xeon’s palace, lying on her back in the bed. She was still dressed in the clothes she’d worn to the ritual that had removed her demon, and other than a painfully full bladder and a somewhat intense thirst her only real physical ill was a sense of bone-deep exhaustion. She also wasn’t alone. Sitting together on a love seat set next to the bed were Krig and Sensensiel, both of them asleep. The kitsune was leaning her head on the angel’s shoulder while Sensensiel’s rested against the top of Krig’s head, flattening one of her ears, but both of them seemed sound asleep. Nellic and Pano were sitting in wooden chairs in the middle of the rom, both leaned over and concentrating on what had to be the smallest chess set that Tamonten had ever seen, the miniature figures hand carved from white and black marble. Neither of them were looking in her direction, and with Krig and Sensensiel asleep and the rest of the room otherwise unoccupied it was up to Tamonten to signal that she had woken up.

 

[Hafnium]

Re: Finding Purpose (Hafnium)

For the most part, Tamonten was swept along as she slept. It was hard to want to struggle or disturb the flow against happiness and warmth, after all, and even the less pleasant memories weren't enough to stir her tired brain before she was into more pleasant dreams. A hero's triumphant return, a sword in reach, her lover at her side, those things were all too sweet to do much more than bask in but what came next, on the other hand....

There were no words for what that monstrosity from her near-death vision had done to the faeries and Jasmine, and there were certainly no words for what it had done to Krig, there was only vengeful massacre on the dreaming swordswoman's mind. It needed to bleed. It needed to suffer worse than anything that had managed to inflict on the woman that the pale girl loved so dearly. It needed to be broken until it begged for whatever passed for death for such a twisted creature and then she would rip Krig's soul from it and take her lover back. Tamonten would deliver on that, or she would try as her rage and despair at the sight of her lover's bloodied corpse pushed her into a charge against the beast only to wake up before her sword could find purchase against its strange skin. A single thought managed to flit through the warrior's subconscious as she crossed the gap between dreams and consciousness though: It's seen me now and it's stalking me.

But as her eyes first fluttered open she quickly lost her grasp on the contents of her dreams, the only thing that remained was that vague sense of alarm and that too faded as she took stock of her surroundings and found herself to be surrounded by her lover and her friends. It wasn't the only distraction from that fading sense of alarm either, as she confronted by the aches and pains leftover from the ritual, the hangover so many days prior unable to hold a candle to it, a sense of general exhaustion, thirst, and a desperate need for privacy with a chamberpot.

The biggest reason she found herself unable to focus on that doom and dread, however, was because of how happy she was. She was free, she was finally free and a look down at her arm confirmed it. No manacle and not a tremble to be seen in the formerly cursed limb. The arm had remained blackened and there was scar tissue where Xeon had severed the seal from her body, but it was hard to be disappointed by that compared to the knowledge that nothing was stopping her from eventually finding and reuniting with her parents, nothing was stopping her from spending the rest of her days with Krig, and nothing was stopping her from finally living on her own time. If she hadn't been so exhausted, Tamonten probably would've literally leaped out of bed with joy.

Well, tired and mindful of Sensensiel and Krig's rest, as her eyes fell on the two sharing the loveseat. The two might have had the strongest spirits out of all five of those in the room, but they were probably the most physically frail and it was unsurprising that they had passed out. Tamonten would do her best to quietly extricate herself from the bed such that she didn't alert the two casters to her waking, only pausing to offer a wave to Pano and Nellic, followed by pressing a finger to her lips to get Pano to keep his voice down in advance, if they noticed her, before sitting up on the edge of the mattress and attempting from there to carefully push herself up and onto her feet. Whether the other two noticed her earlier or not, the swordswoman's greeting to them would come once she had gotten the wobble out of her legs and made her way to the side of the table that the two were using for their game.

"Who's winning?" The question would come as a groggy whisper. Tamonten had seen chess played before but had never really learned it, she still got the bishops' and rooks' move sets mixed up and had never really gotten it engrained into her head how the knights moved even though the latter had been her favorite piece as a child by virtue of its name. In truth, the pale girl knew just enough about chess to find it exceedingly unexpected that Pano would be playing. There was also the absurdity of the two biggest men she'd ever seen playing on the smallest board she'd ever seen. The formerly possessed warrior chose to comment on neither though. "How long was I asleep?" She would ask after the first question had been answered, still keeping her voice low as to not stir the two sleeping in the loveseat. "It feels like it's been days. Did the maids happen to leave a pitcher of water?"

 

[Tassadar]

Re: Finding Peace (Hafnium)

Spoiler

Tamonten: HP = 86, PP = 58, EP = 60, Status = Weakened for 5 more days, Pregnant

NPC Stats
Krig: HP = 51, PP = 52, EP = 131, Status = Alright, Pregnant

Unfortunately for Tamonten's plan, the very moment that Pano spotted her moving - for he was the first to see her - the massive black armored demon man sprung up from his tiny chair with a cry of jubilation, leaped across the room, and seized Tamonten around the waist and spun her around until she was dizzy before she could hope to offer any say in the matter. "Yaaaaaaay!!!! Betty's friend's awake again!" Sensensiel and Krig both somehow remained asleep through that, however, and Nellic soon moved to join them. Once Pano had set down a now slightly dizzy Tamonten, the equally gigantic wrestler patted her twice on the shoulder, both enthusiastic thumps almost strong enough to knock her to her knees, and smiled broadly as he said; "It is good to see you awake, comrade!"

He managed to keep his voice down, at least, and when they returned to their chairs to resume their game Nellic quietly grunted; "We are evenly matched, it seems. I am confused. I have played this game many times, but he is so... Unpredictable! I should have expected no less from such a great and powerful demon!" Pano grinned broadly, and then pointed at a full pitcher of water on a tray set on the drawers near the wall and said; "You've been out for two days! Neither of those two have slept since then, so they're pretty tired. Betty was really worried about you! I just thought you'd really have to pee whenever you woke up. Oh! And, uhhh, for some reason Xeon said you're not allowed to go to the baths with anyone anymore. Neither is Betty. Or.... Uhhh.... Sense. Lady. Thing. Sooo, yeah. I guess that's a thing. But hey, at least you're awake again! Even Varthic was worried, but he wouldn't admit it! He's down in the training rooms laying a big ol' smack down on the orc lady right now."