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[Zyss]
I leave the dungeon quickly as the humid and heavy air of decaying corpses around me envelops me.
But I don't have time to contemplate the carnage as my hands tremble, but not from fear. It's rage, determination.
I quickly draw my repeating crossbow and lie flat on the ground. I point the weapon at the entrance of the underground dungeon, my eyes fixed on the dark entrance.
"No one gets out of there alive if Jason or any of our group doesn't come back first." I mutter determinedly.
I wait with my finger hovering over the trigger and my eye glued to the scope. Each heartbeat echoes in my ears, a relentless clock marking the seconds. Minutes drag on as if they were hours. The darkness of the dungeon stares back at me, empty, silent, but I don't dare blink.
"Come on, Jason," I whisper hopefully to myself. "Please come back."
Time stretches, each second a torture. The tension in my muscles begins to weigh, but I don't relax my posture.
After what seemed like an eternity, I feel something move beneath me.
"What?" I question, getting up with the crossbow in my hands.
The ground begins to tremble beneath my feet, a tremor that rises through my legs and makes my heart race. Dust rises, forming a thin mist that dances around. The tremor increases, and the entrance of the dungeon seems to be covered in falling stones.
"Jason!" I shout desperately.
I run towards the entrance, the crossbow still firm in my hands, but the tremor intensifies as the entrance collapses with rock and stone blocking the entrance.
"No!" I shout desperately, but it was already too late.
I fall to my knees, feeling a tightness in my chest. Tears well up, but my face is paralyzed, showing no reaction.
I feel like I'm drowning in a pit of sadness, my throat full of thorns when I try to breathe.
"J-Jason." I stammer, stunned.
But I am pulled out of my despair when the ground begins to tremble again.
"But what-." But I am cut off by a luminous fissure of purple energy.
I move away from the strange luminous opening, suspecting that the phenomenon is related to mamono mana. As soon as I am far away, a powerful roar like thunder echoes from the depths towards the heavens.
"EKUSU-KARIBA!"
An explosion of purple energy erupts from the fissure, clearing a path, forming a pillar of energy that grows in great length, consuming the ground and the bodies of the undead within a radius of 18 meters (10 feet).
The dust begins to settle, revealing an imposing figure walking the ramp that has just been formed. Purple armor, shining with an aura of power. In his right hand, a large black sword, bigger than him. In his left, he carries the insane mamono, now inert. My eyes widen as my heart races as I run towards him, shouting:
"J-Jason!" My voice almost fails, but it doesn't matter.
The relief is so great that I feel as if a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. He turns to me, his armor creaking softly. His eyes, even through the visor, are firm, determined. He carefully drops the insane mamono to the ground and lets go of the sword, which takes the form of Lindana.
"I told you I'd survive." He says in a fake casual tone.
I get closer, almost tripping over my own feet until I jump to grab him.
Before I touch his body, his armor glows, Artoria appears beside him as our bodies collide. Jason falls backward onto the ground with me on top of his chest.
"Ouch." Jason complains, whimpering. "Zyss, I hurted my back underground."
"Sorry." I say, crying with my face pressed against his chest. "You disappeared for so long, and when you called us, you almost died again."
I feel Jason's hand stroking my head. I melt at his gentle touch, the tension of the last few days evaporates from my body. His voice, firm and reassuring, says:
"It's okay now, Zyss. I'm here."
But our moment is short-lived. Artoria's voice, in an urgent tone, demands our attention:
"I'm sorry to break this tender moment, my Lord. But we need to take care of the mamono that attacked you. It's still inert, but we can't leave it like this."
Jason sighs, but agrees with a nod.
"You're right, Artoria. We need to make sure it doesn't cause any more problems."
He gets up, helping me to my feet.
"But let's set up camp first, the buffs will wear off soon and my spine is completely wrecked."
"Understood." All the mamonos reply.
"Zyss…" Jason says, drawing my attention. "Could you possibly let go of me?"
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"But I don't want to."
[Berkshire]
I walk through the forest, the smell of wet earth and dry leaves filling my nostrils. The throbbing pain in what's left of my right arm, now a bandaged stump, is a reminder of my humiliation. That damned Cursed Sword... The memory of her sadistic smile as she cut off my arm makes me grit my teeth.
The trees around me seem to mock me, their branches swaying in the wind like accusing fingers. The sound of dry leaves crushed under my feet echoes like scornful laughter. My daughters, Landrica and Yorkshire, walk beside me, their eyes downcast, avoiding my gaze.
'They feel my shame.' I think in silence.
In front of the other Orcs, I proved myself to be a weak leader who doesn't keep her word. Because of that I lost my chief status, and without a High Orc on command, the horde ended up dissolving; my daughters wouldn't be with me if it weren't related by blood.
In the midst of our march of shame, a laugh echoes through the forest, drawing our attention.
"What is it?" Landrica asks apprehensively.
"I'm scared, Mother." Yorkshire whimpers.
Even wounded and without an arm, I refuse to cower in front of my daughters.
"Who's there?" I shout determinedly. "Show yourself."
The laugh echoes again, closer. A shiver runs down my spine, but I maintain my firm posture.
Suddenly, a cloud of green and purple energy explodes among the trees, blinding us momentarily. When our vision clears, two figures emerge from the mist: a one-eyed Hellhound, its remaining eye glowing with a fierce intensity, and a hooded mage, her face hidden in the shadows of her black hood.
"Well, well, what do we have here," the Hellhound says, its voice a deep growl. "A High Orc and her pigglest, lost in the forest."
The mage takes a step forward, her imposing presence more terrifying than the powerful mamono beast beside her:
"We pity you, orcs. So weak, so helpless."
I snarl in their direction, rage pulsing through my veins, boiling my blood:
"Who are you? What do you want?"
The Hellhound laughs, a guttural sound that echoes through the forest.
"What do we want? Just to help with your revenge."
Landrica and Yorkshire huddle behind me, their breaths quickening.
"How and why would you help?" I demand to know apprehensively, trying to hide the hopeful tone in my voice.
But the hooded mage takes a step forward, her hood still obscuring her face.
"I am Nazare," she says, her voice soft, but laden with power. "And I can give you a new arm. And power to avenge yourself against the damned human named Jason."
I look at the bandaged stump, the throbbing pain suddenly more intense. A new arm? Stronger? The words echo in my mind, tempting. But I cannot trust so easily.
"And why would you do that?" I ask, my voice full of suspicion. "What do you gain from this?"
Nazare takes another step closer, her oppressive presence mounting on me, almost suffocating.
"Jason's head." She whispers coldly, offering her left hand for me to shake.
Satisfied with the mage's answer, a malicious smile forms on my lips.
[Jason]
I remember a time when I would wake up and find this window annoying.
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You slept for 8 hours:
Your HP and MP have been restored.
All status effects have been cured.
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Every time this window appears, it's a reminder that no matter how hurt I get, I can get back up again on the next day. It's a power that allows me to continue, that gives me a second chance. And, in a world like this, where danger is always lurking, that second chance is invaluable.
Before, I thought this ability took away my chance to get stronger, erasing any progress from physical training I did. Nowadays, with my spine having been broken on two different occasions, I am very grateful for this power.
"Jason, are you awake? Are you still hurt?"
Zyss's voice pulls me from my thoughts. She is by my side, her eyes full of concern.
"I'm fine." I reply, getting up and feeling my body completely refreshed. "Even the muscle atrophy from being trapped for so long has been recovered."
"Didn't your power heal you every day while you were trapped?" The curious Gremlin questions me.
"Unfortunately not." I began, taking a water skin. "Nazare, that necromancer who imprisoned me, had some special chains that interfered with my powers. Part of my healing still worked, but only to combat corruption of my body, mind, and soul."
Zyss blinks her eyes, curious, and asks:
"Jason, could we possibly use those chains to train you? Like, the physical wear and tear would accumulate, right? It seems like that could help you get stronger."
I stop to think, analyzing her idea. If the chains interfered with my daily healing, maybe they could be used to truly train my body. Without the constant regeneration, I could actually feel the progress, the pain, the growth.
"Maybe it's possible." I reply, pulling a piece of metal from my pocket. "This was a piece I picked up before the dungeon collapsed, I wonder if-."
I am cut off by Zyss, who takes the object from my hand and, with wide eyes, moves away from me, examining the metal.
"I think Gremlins must have some proficiency with this kind of thing." I comment, chuckling softly at the little redhead's reaction.
As I was laughing, Artoria approached me and placed her hand on my shoulder, drawing my attention.
"My Lord." Her tone is formal as always, but it is laden with urgency. "Your friend is waking up."
I nod to Artoria and walk towards the large tree where Valthora is.
I arrive at the place where Valthora is tied up, being watched over by Lindana, who is almost falling asleep.
"Go get some rest." I inform the Cursed Sword.
"Thank you, Darling." She replies and leaves, almost tripping on the way.
Alone with the prisoner, I contemplate the sight of her.
Before, she was a tomboy, always wearing baggy clothes and with a more masculine demeanor. But now... now she is a mamono beast, powerful and wild.
Her body, once slender and athletic, now displays defined muscles and dangerous curves. Her skin, once pale, now has a tanned tone that glows in the sunlight. Her red hair, which used to be short and disheveled, now falls in wild waves to her waist.
She is tied to the tree, but even so, her presence is imposing. Her four arms, bound to the sides of her body, reveal tense muscles ready to attack. And her strange turtle bikini armor, which withstood blows from my cursed sword, seems barely able to contain her large breasts.
"Val..." I whisper hopefully that she might still have some consciousness.
Despite being low, the prisoner reacts to my voice and slowly begins to open her eyes.
Valthora yawns, waking up slowly. Her nose twitches slightly, as if she had smelled something interesting. She inhales more deeply in my direction, and her eyes open dilated. The wild gleam in her gaze makes me shudder, but I maintain my composure.
"Val, it's me, Jason." My voice is firm, trying to reach the childhood friend I knew. "Can you hear me?"
She blinks, the confusion evident on her face. Her four arms contract, testing the bonds. The turtle bikini armor creaks with the movement, but holds firm. Her breathing quickens, and I can see an internal struggle in her eyes.
"Dick?" She says, distressed, before exclaiming in surprise. "Fuck!"
I sigh, frustrated. I know that's all mamonos just think about 'it', but something breaks inside me seeing Valthora in this state.
"Is this what you want?" I question, pulling my member out of my pants, making it reach its maximum size as soon as it's released. "Here."
My piece of meat falls onto Valthora's face, paralyzing the wild mamono and me.
FLOOP!
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Both Val and I are shocked.
"I didn't expect it to be this big." I murmur, startled by the maximum size. "I expected it to grow along with my levels, but… it's almost the size of my arm."
[WEAPON SIZE]
Maximum Length: 64 cm [2 foot]
Maximum Girth: 9,4 cm [3,7 inch]
[WEAPON SIZE]
Valthora gapes, her wide eyes fixed on my member. The shock on her face is palpable, and for a moment, I feel a pang of embarrassment.
"Maybe it's too big." I murmur sheepishly.
Just as I think about shrinking my member and putting it back in my pants, Valthora reacts:
"Jason..." Her voice is a hoarse whisper, laden with a mixture of surprise and desire as she begins to move.
Her body, once tense and ready to attack, now relaxes as she rubs her face against my member like an affectionate puppy.
"Smells good… Jason."
"Val." I murmur hopefully.
The savage beauty of Valthora's current appearance contrasts sharply with her behavior. She, who was once a fearless and independent warrior, now finds herself in a state of submission that I never imagined possible. Her eyes, once full of determination and fire, now gleam with a mixture of desire and vulnerability.
I try to move away a little, but Val gives me sad puppy eyes while whimpering:
"No." She pleads, looking at me with needy eyes. "More."
Stretching towards me, Val easily breaks the chains that bound her.
SNAP!
"No!" I shout, distressed.
In response, Valthora shrinks back, startled by my tone. Realizing what she had done wrong, she picks up the chain from the ground and tries to connect the broken ends, as if they would magically stick back together just by being close to each other.
"Eeeeeh." Valthora whimpers, afraid of what I will do next.
Feeling bad for her, I reach her head with my right hand and start stroking her hair.
"It's okay." I whisper affectionately. "I know you didn't mean it, I know you're a good girl."
She changes instantly, stopping her whimpering to become needy and cuddly again.
"Good girl?" Valthora asks, looking at me curiously.
"Yes." I reply, continuing my caresses. "Val is a good girl."
Valthora looks at me with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. Her breathing quickens, and I can see the anxiety mixed with desire on her face. She swallows hard, the anticipation palpable in the air.
"Good girl…" Valthora says, drooling. "Get dick?"
"Yes." My words come out tired, but firm.
I know this is what she needs to hear, and what she desires more than anything right now. The transformation has left her in this state, and now I am the only person who can satisfy it.
Valthora lets out a relieved sigh, her eyes shining even brighter. She slowly approaches, crawling, as if she is afraid I will change my mind. Her four arms move with surprising grace, despite the brute strength I know they possess.
"Jason..." She whispers, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Dick..."
I feel a pang in my chest seeing my childhood friend like this. Part of me wants to resist, wants to bring back the Valthora I knew. But I know that's impossible. The only thing I can do now is give her what she needs, show her that, even in this state, she is still important to me.
"It's okay, Val." I murmur, caressing her face. "I'm here."
Her long black nails, sharp like swords, recede into her fingers as her two upper hands hold my waist firmly, yet gently enough not to hurt me. The touch is warm, comforting, and I feel a deep connection with Valthora, even in her altered state.
The other pair of hands, with surprising delicacy, envelop my member. Even with the transformation that turned Valthora into a tall and powerful mamono, her hands seem small around my dick.
"Hmmm." She moans, beginning to massage my member.
I quickly reach my maximum size, making Val bite her lower lip.
Gently, the Mamono releases my waist, moving towards my cock, while the hands that were on my shaft move to my balls.
A shiver runs down my spine as Valthora's hands work in sync. The massage of my balls, combined with the careful handling of my member, makes me sigh with pleasure. My eyes close involuntarily, and my head tilts back, surrendering to the sensation.
"Val..." I murmur, my voice laden with desire.
She responds with a low purr, looking at me all needy.
"Val… good girl?"
"Yes." I reply, placing my hand on her red hair. "Very good."
Happy with my words, Valthora looks at my member, pointing directly at her mouth. She opens her mouth as wide as she can, but only part of the head of my cock is able to enter.
'If she can't take it, then it will be impossible for the other girls in my Harem.'
I feel the head of my cock pulsating inside Valthora's mouth. The sensation is indescribable, a mixture of warmth and wetness that leaves me on the verge of the abyss. She continues to pump the shaft of my member with fervor, her hands firm and determined, while the other massages my balls with surprising delicacy. Each movement, each touch, brings me closer to climax.
Valthora's eyes are fixed on mine, full of desire and determination. She wants to please me, wants to show me that even in this state, she can satisfy me.
Her breathing quickens, synchronized with the movements of her hands. Each pump, each massage, makes me shudder with pleasure. My muscles tense, my body anticipates the moment of climax. I feel the heat building, the pressure increasing:
"Val." I say loudly, cumming in her mouth.
Valthora's eyes widen in surprise for a second, but she closes them immediately afterward and focuses on sucking my cock, savoring my cum as if it were the most delicious thing she had ever eaten in her life. Her lips tighten around my member, sucking every drop with an avidity that leaves me breathless.
Each movement of her tongue, each suction, makes me shudder with pleasure. My fingers tangle in her red hair, pulling it gently as I surrender to the sensation. Valthora moans softly, a sound that vibrates through my body, intensifying the pleasure.
After a few seconds, she finally releases my member and looks at me differently.
"Jason?" She says in a more controlled tone. "What…" But she quickly stops when she looks at her own arms covered in red fur.
"Val?" I ask hopefully. "You're back!"
I look at Valthora, smiling. For a moment, I see a glimmer of recognition in her eyes, a spark of the friend I knew. But, as quickly as it came, it disappears. Her gaze changes, and she looks at me again with that needy expression, acting like a puppy wanting attention from its owner.
"If you almost came back just from sucking my dick, maybe if we fuck-." I begin to conjecture, but I am cut off by Valthora, who jumps on me, knocking me to the ground.
"Fuck!" She shouts excitedly.
'Looks like to get Val back, I need to do what anime protagonists never do.' I think determinedly. 'I need to fuck my childhood friend.'
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