The glowing crystal embedded in the ceiling was dead, and impenetrable darkness reigned in my cell… But I knew what stood at the foot of my bed. It was a monolith of hate and fury. Its oppressive displeasure weighed heavily in the air and I dared not move for fear of provoking its wrath. “You have been foolish, Bryan…” It communicated not in words, but in booming thoughts which invaded my mind. “I-I know…” I said, “but I promise it will all be worth it–” “Silence!” My mouth clamped shut at its command. It’s will was inevitable and the idea of resisting felt as foolish as trying to melt an oncoming iceberg with a space heater. “You have wronged yourself! You have wronged the beautiful warden! But worst of all…” Lightning illuminated the windowless cell, followed by the crack of thunder. The cold light revealed my dick looming over me like a dark, primal god. “You have wronged me!” My cock then murdered me. I’m not clear on how, but I know with absolute certainty that it did
She led me into the open space between the lounge and the metal door leading outside before turning to face me. “According to your file, your divine aspect is spirit and your fate aspect is smith, making you a Spiritsmith.” “Very creative naming convention…” I muttered. “I find it refreshing how the smith classes are named. ‘Lifesmith’, ‘Flamesmith’, ‘Shadowsmith’…” she said, counting off the examples on her fingers. “It’s far more practical than some of the other classes.” “Like what?” “Well, using the knight fate aspect, a couple are ‘Glass Warrior’, 'Ghast', ‘Depth Warrior’...” “Those sound better than ‘Spiritsmith’...” I grumbled. “They’re also needlessly harder to remember,” she added. “But that’s unrelated to the matter at hand… I’ve never met one before, but I did some reading last night about Spiritsmiths and I believe I now have a reasonable understanding of their capabilities.” “You’ve got books that aren’t smut?” I teased. “There’s a whole library upstairs.” “Can
“Right after we go over one last thing…” Her dark eyes glistened with feigned benevolence as a shiteating grin curved her lips, betraying her impish hunger for outworlder suffering. “No!” Indignation resonated in my voice. “I can handle some teasing, hell, I was able to recover from yesterday, but c’mon, this is sadistic! Educational edging has no payoff!” “Oh?” she asked if feigned innocence. “What happened yesterday?” “You know what happened.” “Can’t say that I do,” she said with false bemusement, her dark eyes brimming with lewd amusement. “The thing in the showers yesterday…” “What thing?” she pressed. Gears turned in my head as I contemplated the sexual calculus of how to go about this. Wait… Why am I not wanting to directly talk about it? Getting direct about it isn’t ‘losing control’ or whatever… It’s a gamble, but being direct and turning things up might be the play… I let my expression transform into a confident smirk. “The thing where I got all worked up and excit
The warden let out a groan of disappointment. “Fine… So, the last thing we need to discuss is regarding the unique effects each divine aspect has on one’s physical body. The spirit divine aspect you possess reinforces your defenses against assaults made directly on your spirit.” “That’s pretty ambiguous,” I said, “feel like elaborating?” “Certain classes are granted magic which lets them attack the spirit of another in an attempt to control their mind. An example of such a class is the combination between the ‘ruler’ fate aspect and the spirit divine aspect, known as a ‘Despot’. A Despot is able to use their magic to forcibly control another through dominating their spirit. Controlling another in this way is known as a ‘forced compulsion’.” “That sounds pretty fucked up.” “It is indeed. However, because you have the spirit divine aspect, your natural defenses are bolstered against such attacks. You’re also a human, which means the passive effects any divine aspect are further incre
“Let us begin with a mundane item.” The warden’s hand went to her hip, pulling back her coat and revealing the breacher affixed to her belt. The blade rasped against its sheath as she pulled it free. Blade and hilt rested atop her palms as she presented it to me with both hands. “Make a wooden replica.” “How?” “As we spoke of before, visualize the components, imagine how they would come together, and will your spirit to make it so.” A symmetrically shaped blade at about eight inches and made from a heavy wood to imitate the breacher’s weight… Oak should work… Its hilt and guard will be part of the same piece of wood, making it a single object. It’s sanded and smooth… A strip of soft leather wraps around the handle. A wooden copy of the breacher appeared in my mind’s eye and I knew it would require only two percent of my spirit to conjure and less than one percent of my total spirit to imbue into it. I willed it into existence and my spirit flared as pinpricks of white-blue energy
A home screen containing six icons over a dark gray backdrop appeared on the display. In the lower-left corner was a bar, next to which read: Storage: 0%. The warden sidled up beside me. “‘People’, ‘Monsters’, ‘Lore’, ‘Catalog’, ‘Camera’, and ‘Downl0ad’...” she said, reading off the names under the icons. “What are these? And what does this ‘phone’ know of monsters?” “Let’s find out,” I said as I thumbed the icon of the little green dinosaur over Monsters. A new screen with a search bar appeared, below which there was a list of drop-down menus, one for each letter of the alphabet. I swiped a finger across the screen to scroll down, finding each letter to contain nothing… except for one. Below ‘S’, there was a single entry: Lesser Slime. “It knows of lesser slimes?” the warden wondered aloud. “That’s oddly specific…” “Yeah…” My eyes narrowed in suspicion as I poked the entry. Another page appeared, on it there was a gray rectangle containing ‘IMAGE NOT FOUND’ in bold letterin
I followed her gaze to the display. An image of the wooden dagger I’d conjured earlier accompanied by details about it was featured. —----------------------- Name: Wooden Breacher Replica Weapon Type: Dagger Current Cost to Create: 2% of spirit Current Cost to Imbue: >1% of maximum spirit —----------------------- At the bottom of the page was a button with bold lettering on it spelling Create. Without warning she pressed it. A wooden breacher replica materialized in front of me before clattering to the floor. She knelt down, plucking it up and examining it. “That could prove useful. It appears if you use the phone to create an item you’ve already made, you are able to sidestep having to mentally construct it first.” She got to her feet and gently prodded my bicep with the faux weapon. “It’s the same as the other one, yes?” It looked identical. My fingers wrapped around the dull wooden blade, discovering it also felt the same. “Seems like it. It also cost me the same amo
“Where’s the library?” I asked hurriedly, my face craning upwards to try and discern which of the four doors along the walkway led to the potential literary treasure trove. “What does the message mean? What does it mean by ‘downloading contents’?” “It means I can transfer the information in the book into the phone,” I said impatiently, thinking of all the potential such a thing would offer. “I see…” Her bubbly positivity faltered as her expression hardened into a solemn mask. “I’ll take you there later today,” she said, moving to the lounge's table and picking up ‘The Carnal Inn’. “Use this for now.” She held out the book as she returned to me. I accepted it, annoyed that we couldn’t get something more informative from the collection of tomes upstairs. “Why not now?” “We need to discuss something,” she replied before gesturing to the erotica. “However, you may first quickly test this function of the phone.” That sounds an awful lot like ‘we need to talk’... ominous... I nodded,
“What do you mean?” I asked, thinking I knew already, but wanting to hear her say it to avoid any possibility of misunderstanding. “What kind of game?”. “A game where we can explore darker urges,” she said, eyes and voice smoldering with arousal. “For you see, on occasion it can be fun to allow someone to feel that rush of power all people secretly want.” My cock demanded action as my guts surged with excited energy, and my mind agreed. I grinned at her. Want to play at being a nice submissive demi-empyrean for me?” Holding my gaze, she slipped her hand from mine and rose from her seat. Her bare feet padded lightly against the floor as she took a few paces away from me. I shifted in my seat and watched her. Focus going to the window framed by her wings to enjoy the way her hips and skirt swayed with her steps. I only caught hints of its outline because of the loose lower half of the sundress, but need surged as I thought of the juicy, firm ass I knew awaited me. My cock flexed
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Sitting beside Lysandra at the long dining table, our hands clasped its surface, my heart quickened as I stared into her glowing amber eyes. This was it. She was going to agree to join the harem. A coy smile curled her lips. “The general rules I remember, but I would like a deeper understanding of this harem before I submit myself to yours and Saelia’s judgment of whether I am accepted as a full member.” My desire to cement mine and Saelia’s relationship with Lysandra pulsed in my heart and mind. She seemed to want to play games though… Or was this some kind of final reality check to see if she could accept everything that went with being part of the harem? My already stiff cock throbbed as though threatening me with vengeance if I didn’t seal the deal. I wanted her bad… but it’d break mine and Saelia’s hearts if she grew resentful and angry being in the harem. So I needed her to be absolutely certain she wanted to join. “What do you think of harems, Lysandra?” I asked. “Reall
Lysandra shifted uncomfortably across from me at the long dining table of Stone Lock. My rebuttal to her demand that I tell Saelia I loved her by telling her she should do the same seemed to put her on edge. “The past few days she’s been so unwell,” she said, uncertainty slipping into her eyes, “and I’ve admittedly been uncertain if I can fully recommit my heart to her as well.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, suppressing frustration at seeing her dawdling at the finish line when they were so close to patching things up.” Lysandra furrowed her brow, seeming to consider how to best answer my question. Feeling like I was diffusing a bomb and one wrong suggestion might make her overthink everything, I carefully prodded further. “Look, I don’t know exactly what happened between you two, but is it really something you don’t feel like you can’t move past?” A spark of emotion came to life in her amber eyes, and she pursed her lips. After considering for a moment longer, she si
Over the next three days, Lysandra had used me like a sexual chew toy to relieve her frustration over Saelia not letting us sleep in her room and my deflections when asked why. Fortunately, though, this frustration didn’t bleed into her dedication to her mission to improve my proficiency with my left hand and my ability to conjure items under pressure. Saelia had mostly slept, but came down like she promised whenever she was awake. During this time, she’d mostly recovered from her spiritual overdraft, and with this, she gradually returned to being her usual cheery self. Part of me was relieved to see her mood lift. However, my worry for her had not eased, because she still hadn’t told me what’d happened in New Venice. Waiting had been frustrating, but this morning Lysandra had said she believed Saelia would likely be fully recovered by the time dinner rolled around. Tonight was the night… I just wished I could fast forward time to get there faster. Lysandra, Saelia, and I sa
Lysandra charged at me from across the far side of Stone Lock’s main room. The excitement and burning power in her eyes made my heart thunder in my chest as flustered panic grew in me. Unlike Saelia, Lysandra didn’t zigzag or attempt anything resembling a tactical approach. Instead, she simply rushed towards me like a raging bull. I leveled the barrel of my gun and unloaded all six rounds into her. Each hit created splatters of glowing blue liquid on her chest, stomach, shoulder, and cheek. By the time I’d fired my last bullet, she’d closed the distance between us to no more than ten feet. There wouldn’t be time to reload, so I dropped the gun. As the empty firearm fell, I tossed the wooden breacher from my non-dominant left hand to my right. But before my fingers could even wrap around the handle, Lysandra was in arm’s reach. She swiped at me lazily with a slow hook. Just grabbing my dagger in time, I ducked the attack, feeling as thought I’d just dodged a baseball bat despite
The declaration that she wanted to train had caught me off guard, considering we’d almost died last night, but when I’d processed what she’d said, a smile curved my lips. With the entrance exam for Chromaryn Academy approaching and after getting my ass beat by Faelius and Mark, I was determined to get stronger. So, when the angelic woman told me she wanted to train, I’d deferred feeing her until later and instead bubbled with eager excitement as I followed her from the library. Because I’d forgotten to ask for permission to unlock the front door to Stone Lock, Lysandra and I had settled for the open space between the entrance and the lounge. The warm light of the constellation of sun shards hanging from the stone ceiling felt like afternoon sunshine on my skin. I wore conjured black combat fatigues, boots, and a t-shirt. The only part of my armor I wore was my belt and gun holster. I hadn’t yet gotten around to cleaning the blood and grime off the rest. About half a dozen feet
Closing the door behind me, I stepped into Stone Lock’s cozy library. At the room’s center, Lysandra sat at a table beneath a cluster of sun shards hanging from the ceiling. Book in hand, her eyes trailed across the pages as she read. When I entered, her attention slid to me. “She is asleep, right?” “Yup, out cold. She said she’ll come down whenever she wakes up.“ I pulled out a chair and sat down at the square table. Remembering my promise to Saelia not to tell Lysandra about our conversation, I tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. My mouth curved into a teasing grin at the angelic woman and I nodded at the book. “‘The Needful Elf’? You and Saelia really do enjoy cultured literature.” “Yes, I do. What is it to you?” she said, a hint of sheepish defensiveness coloring her expression. “Nothing,” I said with a small chuckle. “You just don’t seem like the type.” “Oh? What ‘type’ am I?” she asked, a hint of annoyance and challenge creeping into her voice.
Sitting next to Saelia in the pitch blackness of her room, I stared at her blindly. “That’s not true!” The incredulous response from my heart bypassed my brain and rushed straight out of my mouth. “Mark doesn’t know shit!” “No, he does…” Frustrated anger simmered in me. It threatened to boil over at the way she was talking about herself, but I managed to stifle the urge to righteously dismiss the ridiculous claims. Instead, I attacked the root of the problem. “What happened in New Venice is the reason you won’t use your Scorcher magic, right?” Wimpers leaked from her as her effort to control her voice wavered. “Yes…” “It’s the reason you feel like this?” “Yes…” “Alright, tell me what happened. I’ll tell you after if I think you’re a monster or not.” “Please… Don’t make me do this…” My heart tensed at the quivering fear in her exhausted voice, but I pressed forward. “I don’t think you’re a monster… but this seems to be the only way I can think of to convince you of it.” “Y