Novels by Polar Muttaqin

“This place… it felt more like a village than a tunnel.” As the guide and the party went through, their way was bright with purple light. Although it was not magic or road light, they came from all the houses built as the tunnel’s wall. Lines and lines of windows could be seen enlightened and sometimes opened, with demons living their life inside. Chatting, laughing, playing with their children, all the normal stuff you would see and hear from a lively village. “There’s not a lot of moaning, huh?” Adra wondered from his driver’s seat as Chesy pulled their [House Cart]. “Of course not, residents of Lustmist are quite civilized when having intercourse.” A petite dark elf girl with tomboyish short hair popped her head out of their wagon, as her bunch guided the party. “Screams and moans are human’s things, we only get loud when servicing your kind.” She said to the half-mer. “I- I see… though I’m not fully human, miss.” Adra’s left eye began to change shade into a deep blue. The gir

“With haste, Holy One. Better not left the Mistress waiting.” The leader of the dark elf bunch waved her hands to hurry their steps. “This place is… lively?” Staas’ experience at Blackswamp wasn’t enough to make him realize what’s that noise mean. Gytha on the other hand was too busy clinging every part of her body onto the boy as her lust keep growing stronger and stronger. He didn’t seem to be bothered by it, however. “Miss! Can you at least make us clear from the mist before we go?” Adra got annoyed by the dark elf’s nagging, he got his own problem to solve. “Or just her is enough!” He pointed at Gytha. “You can’t possibly demand us to talk to some higher up with a mind full of lust!?” “Uhh… okay? I’m sure the Mistress can take that excuse.” The dark elves suddenly removed the tiny bit of fabric that covered their most important regions. “What in Father’s name are you doing!?” Adra snapped with his face completely cooked. “Huh? Weren’t you ask us to clear your lust?” Those gir

“This might be bad, the fact that Gytha got affected, and so do I who gained the charm immunity from Master Fritzi, mean the mechanism of this spell isn’t as simple as aphrodisiac and seduction.” Adra put Chesy’s helmet back to hide her blushing face which complemented her ginger hair. “Though at least I can keep thinking straight thanks to Master. But my body felt like burning, it’s unsettling.” The half-mer walked back to his driver's seat. “Wait… Staas’ charm (spell) also can pierce my immunity, does that means these mists were created by the Shaman?” “If they are, then we only have a tiny bit of hope of suppressing it, let alone curing it.” The ride is now back on track and Adra once again spanked Chesy hard, to tell her to go on with her steps. Yet this one is harder than the one before, as he got influenced by the lust which he continued to breathe in. The squeal of the centauride could be heard echoing through her helmet. The pain she gained turned to pleasure, it’s retract

“Isn’t it too late to travel, Adra? The entrance to Lustmist is two hours away, you can at least wait for morning to come three hours from now.” Ceri expressed her worries as Chesy already parked herself in front of the Sagittarius house’s gate, armored and ready to pull the [House Cart] on a journey. “Nah, it’s exactly the perfect time to head there.” Adra smiled to make her feel at ease. “There’s something we wanna check at the last hour of the night.” He leaned on his driver's seat, showing how relaxed he was. Although, none of them including Chesy ever been on Lustmist. He needs to stay on his guard during the travel and continue to monitor their surrounding along with Chesy’s scouting prowess. “Something you wanna check?” Ceri tilted her head as she grew curious. “Can’t say yet, need to check it my damn self before sharing it with you or anyone,” Adra replied. “Well whatever it is, make sure Chesy stays okay, alright? To be honest, she’s too good for you, but then again she’

“Ack—” Staas threw the weakened succubus on the floor of his [House Cart]. Chesy was there, sitting on her bean bag, smiling like she always does, supposedly waiting for them to finish dealing with that demon. But now that said demon is here… still tied up. “Uhh… Your Grace? Why does she look… simpler? All her wounds gone too.” The centauride wondered, staring at the succubus in confusion. “She lost all her levels and added statistics, that’s why her muscle tone went gone. And with most of her charisma taken away, she becomes… uglier.” Adra explained. “Hmm…” Chesy tried to process that information with her newly increased intelligence. “Now… I read about this in the detective novel, they are ‘beating the shit’ out of the suspect to get information from him. Should we do that too, Adra?” Staas seeking guidance with his gaze looking down at the terrified succubus. “Sure. You can harm her, then heal her, then harm her again. On and on and on until we get everything out of her. Hope

“Ohh? So you guys decided to come out?” As the succubus fell limp on her knees in fear, twelve unclothed women with gloomy wood-colored skin showed themselves before Staas. They walked themselves out of the church’s wooden infrastructure. “You have revealed yourself, All-father. It’ll be rude for us if we just kept sleeping inside this abandoned place of worship... dedicated to you for centuries.” They’re the nymphs of Blackswamp, the dryads of this townlet. And judging from their beauty alone, it’s easy to tell that they are one of the older creatures of this world. A difference between hamadryads and dryads is their ability to leave their trees. Hamadryads can only partially pull themselves out of their trees, showing a huge part of their body, yet still attached to it, while dryads, on the other hand, can walk out freely as long as it’s not far enough from the trees they’re bound to. And for these ladies, the limit is this entire townlet. “Really?” Staas didn’t get why that wa