Previously“Have you done it?” “What?”“Have you. . .Have you tried to get her out of your body?” I asked with bated breaths, afraid that my question might be stepping on her tail. I was ready to apologize when I saw her hands tightening into fists. “Have I?” Ivanka’s tone was drawn with anger. “I’ve done everything I can—I’ve drank a phoenix’s blood in hopes of reincarnating without her but the curse pulls me back. I’ve eaten a piece of the World’s Tree, in hopes that my body would be cleansed of her but all it did was make my spirit stronger, fusing it and me even closer together.”She gave a defeated sigh, relaxing her fists. “I’ve even brought my accursed mother back from the nether realm but she only laughed as my chalikars tore her soul essence apart.” She traced a veiny, red tattoo slithering across her toned stomach. “She brings nothing but destruction and carnage,” Ivanka whispered. “And I had hoped that keeping you inside the house would protect you from her but that was
Previously“But these robes are too mangly,” He muttered. “[Adjust].” It surprised him how natural it came for him to manipulate the Dress. A quick Whoosh sounded as the Dress collapsed into itself before a pure white dress appeared on me but he wasn’t satisfied. “It’s a little too frilly. Make it a bit more minimalistic please. [Adjust].”Another Whoosh sounded again as a more practical outfit appeared on him. It was still the same white dress albeit a lot. . .less. There were no frills or anything of the sort and instead, it was something akin to a white, one piece skirt that accentuated his waist and hips, topped up with long, white stockings that really made his thick thighs pop out, with the long, black scarf around his neck. “Much better,” Willow nodded, satisfied. Just then, his stomach growled when the smell of an English breakfast wafted into his nose. He didn’t know how on earth, Ivanka managed to make an English-themed breakfast in a fantasy world but he was too hungry to
PreviouslyInstantly, Willow’s hips thrashed around like a fish stranded on land as the most intense orgasm hit him like a truck. “Urghhh! Cummhing, cumming!” Rather than Nightmare’s grip loosening like he hoped, it tightened as her tongue moved like a whip, lashing and solely focusing on his G-spot, gulping down the wave of heavenly nectar like a dehydrated camel as his little penis shot droplets of cum down her mother-like breasts. If it was possible, his smell was at it’s sweetest, long since surpassing nectar and entered well into the domain of drugs, drugs that could even affect a goddess-level being such as herself. It was like he had used her Eye against herself since the only thing in her mind was to devour as much of his drug-like nectar into her stomach and was she getting stronger? It felt like she was gulping down the world’s essence with how her body felt full and elevated, ascending after every gulp. Thus, she couldn’t help herself when she also came just by drinking hi
Previously“Ah,” Nightmare snapped her fingers. A metaphorical light bulb appeared above her head. She figured out the puzzle. A dangerous-looking smile graced her lips. Now she knew why her sister had marked this feminine male and why it would feel so good plundering him for herself. If her theory was correct, he would feel good enough to risk a war against her sister, or the whole seven realms for that matter. Willow tried to think of something, anything that could get him out of his current predicament despite the haze of lust clouding his mind. For one, he knew that Nightmare and Ivanka were two totally different entities to the point that they don’t even recollect each other’s memories, as if twins sharing a single body, living two different lives with two different morals—one thriving under the sun and the other waking under the moon. What one did was completely unrelated to the other, which was also the reason as to why Nightmare could technically assault him despite the contr
Ivanka, the fallen and former goddess of the elves, the silver-haired maiden of war, the old witch in the woods were some of the many names she had been given in her long, long years of life. But there was a specific title that struck out, to those who played the game. Nightmare. The single entity and goddess who had thrown the seven realms into chaos whenever night fell and her other self came out–a split personality of the stoic elven goddess terrifying enough to be qualified as a sister of the Demon God. There were two things Nightmare was known for, fucking and killing. Willow was the incarnation of the Maiden, praised to be the most beautiful thing in all the seven realms. He knew which of the two would happen to him if Nightmare caught him awake. He didn’t know the exact details of the deal Ivanka and the Demon God made but he knew Nightmare wouldn’t care less about their contract since she could be considered another identity. In fact, there was a scene where Willow had utte
Previously“I’m standing?” Willow said, confused. “I apologize but I don’t understand your question.”Ivanka just stared at him in silence and the mood quickly became awkward. He looked up and saw that it was peak noon which meant Ivanka was in her day form right now, the quiet kuudere who practiced her swordsmanship at the training grounds. He changed the subject quickly. “So, is this your place?” Willow took a good look at the new location he had unlocked. Ivanka’s Home or otherwise known as the Witch Of The Wood’s Hut. Her home had definitely been built in the ‘cabin in the woods’ theme, with a sprinkle of action-fantasy on top like how this entire place was actually inside Ivanka’s personal space-time domain.There were three major spots in this domain of hers, her home, the training grounds with magical, living dummies which was the cause of the noise before, and finally the little vegetable farm she was growing in front of the cabin. Of course, he knew from his experience withi
PreviouslyWillow woke up with a slight groan. He got up to his knees and stretched, enjoying the satisfaction of hearing his nubile bones crack. He felt great, like he had just awoken from a thousand year long sleep. . . until he opened his eyes to see that this was definitely not his room. “Ouch!” Before he could panic however, his brain started to cramp from the influx of memories that rushed him, providing him with a recap of everything that had happened. Oh crap, he was still in the game but that wasn’t his biggest worry right now. “El-?!” He stopped himself from screaming his sister’s name—stopping himself from committing what would have been a huge mistake. He checked the room that he was in and other than the pelted head of a manticore above a dead fireplace, he was alone, aka, no Demon God that would rape him as of right now. He needed to take this chance to plan his actions. But before that, he couldn’t help but wonder where he was. For some reason, he couldn’t help but f
PreviouslyShe smiled and drank from the cup again. Then, she placed it down and looked into Ivanka’s stoic, silver eyes. “. . .You’re confused. You smelt him and you just can’t remember when. Or, where.”“Right,” Ivanka replied. She wasn’t that shocked with her sister’s ability to descry simply from a slight shift in her features. It’d be weird for the Demon God to not have such a mortal ability. “And?” Ivanka almost rolled her eyes when she saw Nyx reach for her drink again. Another thing she remembered about her sister was how dearly she loved theatrics. . .and suspense.“Do you still not understand?” Nyx covered her mouth, stopping herself from chuckling when Ivanka’s eyebrows knitted tight in concentration. Then, she figured it out. “No,” Ivanka was absolutely baffled. “This early?”Then, the table and chairs all disappeared but Ivanka wasn’t so weak to get caught up in the suddenness. The instant the chairs disappeared, a similarly sized chair had been crafted from a stump that
Previously“Mmn.”The Demon God released her ocular ability, eyes returning back to it’s magenta color. A gentle smile came up to her face when she saw how Willow tousled and mumbled in her arms like a baby. “Adorable.” Now that she was closely looking at him, without any Celestial annoyance, she could now clearly see that he indeed held her soul. She sniffed his neck. Smelt like her too. Honestly, in all of his incarnations, other than his first, this was the longest she’d been with him. Perhaps her first sister’s godly curse was weakening? Regardless, she wasn’t one to ignore a chance when presented with one. “Mine,” She held the frame of his small face, swooning inwardly at how his entire face fit in one palm. Oh, how many wars had been incited due to this beauty? How many heads rolled to lay a claim on this body? To think that the simple, pure soul resting on her arms was the cause of a heavenly war and her banishment to the nethers.This time, it would go different. She promise