The spa was called Sensibar and advertised itself by having a small bar in addition to its many wellness programs. It was part of a big hotel, located inside a red stone building with rows upon rows of white-painted balconies, but had its own separate entrance and could be visited without an appointment.
John stepped inside and was immediately enveloped by the thick layers of fragrances usually found in those places. Things like rosewood, oranges and the oils used in candles. Compared to the cold outside, the reception room of the spa was of a near unbearable heat, the winter jacket he was wearing surely didn’t help.
Between the election and now, about an hour had passed. The trip itself had only taken around 10 minutes. However, as John luckily realized before he walked in, he was broke. Nothing a quick dive into a dungeon couldn’t fix though. He farmed some easier bosses and was promptly introduced to a new concept: diminishing returns.
It was a simple mechanic: the money he earned from bosses more than twenty below his current level gave him less money. Another one of Gaia’s hotfixes to ensure that he wouldn’t just milk the system for absurd amounts of cash. Not that the $125000 he got out of that was anything to sneeze at.
With a newly filled wallet he walked up to the receptionist. “Hello,” he greeted.
“A good day to you,” answered the receptionist, a woman with brown hair bound into a ponytail. “How can I help you?”
“I would like one massage please, and a relaxing bath for her,” John pointed his head towards Aclysia. “In the same area, if possible.”
“Of course, do you have an appointment or are you here on…” her eyes narrowed, then widened in surprise. John smirked, that was a pretty obvious display of checking out his aura. It was getting pretty impressive, at least to the average Abyssal. Comparing himself to the receptionist, she was a match, and he was a torch. “…a special occasion?” the receptionist finished her sentence.
“The latter, I’ll have to say,” John bowed forwards on the limewood surface of the reception desk and whispered. “To be honest I would like it if my associate could enter the massage with me; she doesn’t need a program herself.” There was no reason to be this secretive, nobody else was in the room, but the Germans had a saying that caution was the mother of the porcelain box. That saying basically just meant that it was better to be careful.
“I understand,” the receptionist said and started writing things down with the keyboard in front of her. “Do you have a special request for the massage?”
“I would like to have your newest employee do it,” John said. “I heard some good things about that one.”
At that the receptionist rolled her eyes, but said nothing, leaving John to wonder what that meant. “Done,” she instead affirmed his request and took a key from the board behind her back. She gave it to him and received a sum of cash in return. “Your room will be number 31, you can change there as well. Please, feel free to use the towels provided.”
“Thank you,” John said and walked by the reception desk and further into the building. The way was properly guided and the rooms numbered in a logical way, so it wasn’t long until he found room 31.
The moment he stepped inside he was, somewhat predictably, pulled into an Illusion Barrier.
‘So, they have more of those here, huh? Makes sense I guess,’ John thought as he looked around. He was currently in a small entrance area that doubled as the changing room. Turning around he found a knob he could turn below the door handle to lock it. He wasn’t quite sure if that would help, but it was better than not.
There was a locker where he could leave his clothes as well and the mentioned towels. With a shrug, John ignored the locker and instead put everything in his inventory. When he was fully naked he took one of the towels and wrapped it around his hips for the sake of decency. It occurred to him that he was oddly comfortable with nudity these days, even though he still loathed being in the public eye. ‘Degrees of desensitization, I guess.’ “You comfortable, Aclysia?” John asked.
The Artificial Guardian had changed back into the gothic mixture of French maid outfit and dress that was her standard appearance. “Yes, of course, Master,” she answered, “these clothes are more a part of me than they are clothes. Being uncomfortable inside them is impossible.”
John hummed his understanding, although that was only in concept. The air was hot and slightly humid and the aromas that had been thick in the reception area already were almost unbearably strong here. A couple of new fragrances were added to the mix as well, pine needles and a hint of burning wood. It only took a few breaths for his senses to heighten. Aclysia’s presence became all the more enticing.
Aclysia herself looked at the tent that formed from the towel with anticipation. When their eyes met, the understanding between them was quietly spelled out. All he had to do was ask and she was his to take on any surface he wished.
However, John’s Wisdom got the better of him. He was already in an Illusion Barrier, and he was about to get a massage. He should push the sex to later, before he was caught by whoever that masseuse was and after he heard whatever the Horned Rat wanted him here for.
“Let’s go inside,” John therefore stated and a disappointed Aclysia followed him through the door that led into the main room.
The middle-sized room was the source of the heat he had experienced while changing. It was dimly lit, only a small, weak light hanging from the ceiling. The majority of the golden twilight came from the flickering scented candles that were spread all throughout the room, incense burning at their side.
The walls and ceiling were covered in dark, wooden panes, while the ground was covered in tiles of black stone, white veins running throughout. The heating system must have been located underneath those tiles, as John felt the warmth rising from below. On the opposite side of the room, next to a second door, was a basin of the same dark, polished rock. A steady stream of water ran through it, providing a nice ambience and part of the humidity.
In the middle of the room was a lounger, consisting of a few segments that could be adjusted in height and position as needed. Currently it was simply a straight piece to lie down on. A hole on John’s left-hand side indicated which way he should face. Next to the lounger was a table full of oils, soaps and other articles used in massages.
The masseuse wasn’t anywhere around, but John had an inkling that she would come from the other door once she was ready, so he decided to not have things delayed further than needed and just laid down. Aclysia stood next to the doorframe they came from and kept quiet.
The lounger was pretty comfortable, despite the presence of his erection. Well-padded and the hole made lying on his stomach easy, although the floor was a less than interesting thing to look at.
A slight draft accompanied by the sound of a swinging door told John that somebody had just entered the room. He saw a pair of feet, light-brown complexion with carefully trimmed nails, polished to reflect the candlelight.
He wanted to raise his head and greet whoever just entered, but he felt a hand on the back of his head, gently, but firmly, holding it in place. A raspy, sultry voice, clearly female, although on the lower side for one, reached John’s ears. “Remain comfortable,” the masseuse said with a chuckle, “we have all the time we need to look at each other.”
“Okay?” John answered, puzzled by the choice of words. He recognized that voice and the colour of her skin. He heard bottles being moved, a clack when one was put back on the table and, a moment later, hands on his back.
Lathered in oil, they quickly glided it over his lower back, spreading the slippery fluid. With experienced, long-winded movements the masseuse worked her way upwards, only stopping to apply some more oil. Eventually her hands glided over his back effortlessly and she slowly rubbed the tension from his back.
“So, what brings you here?” the raspy voice asked, focusing on an area just above his left shoulder blade.
“Mhm, you know,” John answered in a deeply relaxed voice, “a request.” The only part of his body with tension left was his dick, being relaxed to this degree made thinking hard. He still was aware of who sent him here, but with Aclysia watching over him and with who was likely next to him right now, he did not feel overly threatened. ‘I wonder if they give happy endings here?’ John thought, shifting slightly, his naked cock rubbing against the soft towel.
The question would be very awkward if denied. Another, actually an even better idea, would be to rent a room in the hotel next over for an hour and just bang Aclysia. Either that or he would create an Illusion Barrier to ‘borrow’ somebody’s home. He had little qualms about things when he was horny.
“A request you say?” the masseuse now went onto his shoulders, kneading the muscles until they were soft. “Don’t you mean just a Quest, John Newman?”
“I am not all that psyched that the Horned Rat throws around knowledge about that so freely,” he said as he stretched his thoughts towards Aclysia to check if she was ready to intervene. She wasn’t, as a matter of fact, he felt nothing but her presence. She was completely frozen. That, too, was somewhat expected. ‘If I am right, that is.’
John tried to get up, but the hands on his shoulders kept him in place, he could only turn his head and catch a glance of orange-red hair. “Don’t be so impatient, young one,” said the husky voice.
“That you would be here of all places,” John said in an amused tone as the hands worked until his shoulders lost their stiffness again. It felt twice as good now that he knew just who was massaging him here. “I thought work like this is beneath you…”
Finally, the masseuse pulled back her hands and allowed John to turn his back. The masseuse’s face was right next to his and they saw eye to eye. Strands of her orange-red hair fell over her full lips, the lower of which was slightly bigger. She had brown eyes, but when John blinked they revealed their true divinity, three layers of amber, the core being a glowing gold.
“…Nathalia.”
The dragon goddess blinked and her eyes went back to simple brown, completely normal eyes, stunning, but indistinguishable from a human. “The act of massaging random mortals is indeed beneath me,” she said as she straightened back up, gesturing for John to roll onto his back. With a stranger massaging him he would now have searched for an excuse not to, and hide his massive erection. With the permanently horny dragoness that would not be a problem in the slightest.
Nathalia wore a white bathrobe. Gone were her scales and the constant, lava-like glow of her hair, the obsidian eyeliner or anything else. She looked like an ordinary, thirty-something human. An extremely attractive thirty-something, with tits threatening to spill from the wide cleavage, an ass that stretched the fabric and thick thighs that reached out of the bathrobe, which was cut-off shortly below the hips.
“However, if it leads to sex, I will suffer this degradation…for a few days,” she licked her sultry lips, looking at the tent that just sprung up. “It’s like a craving for certain tastes and spices, I desired it, so I went ahead and made it that way,” added Nathalia, ripping the towel away from his crotch.
“You made Aclysia freeze in terror again, though,” John complained.
“Yes, and it is still adorable,” the dragoness graciously applied oil to her hand and then oiled up his chest. “You have made progress since I last saw you. Not as much as I had hoped however,” she commented on the muscles he had gotten thanks to Endurance.
Every other girl he had met was saying “Wow, you look buffer than expected,” but the Fire of Destruction did not seem impressed in the slightest. She gave him an off-handed clap on his abs that made him wheeze.
“Well, what can I say, I am a mage first,” John defended himself when Nathalia’s judgemental eyes landed on him. “Raising Strength is not in my program. I would need a few more levels for that,” he let the implication stand on its own. If she wanted him to raise that stat, she would have to give him the Stat Points for that.
Nathalia narrowed her eyes. Her hand, carefully gliding over his chest, stopped above his heart and pressed down. “Don’t forget the relationship we have, young one,” she hissed as John felt his chest budge under the pressure, the incense filled air was pressed straight from his lungs as his ribs creaked and his heart screamed out in pain. “I am invested in you, because you seem fun and your ability is strong, but the nurturing you will need until you prove a challenge to me will give me more than enough time to crush you. Never forget that.” John nodded, he had no air left to answer. The pressure decreased until Nathalia continued her work like nothing happened. “However, I will entertain you, just so you can entertain me, but this will be the last time. I will fill you up to the current limit of what your body can take of my essence and then be done with it.”
Well, it would have been too easy if he could just cheat this out forever, so a limit was to be expected. It was pretty bullshit that he could absorb the power of a goddess as experience points in the first place. “Wait, you said YOUR essence, could I absorb other gods’ essences and still go stronger?”
That earned him a second ride on the pain express as Nathalia’s hand pressed down on his chest again. This time with the fun extra of obsidian claws digging into his skin. The heat in the room increased even further as Nathalia stared down into his eyes, hers having turned back into their true form as she growled.
“You will do no such thing if you value your life, do you understand me, John Newman?! YOU ARE MINE! I begrudgingly accept the touch of the Horned Rat in your soul, because he is a friend who once saved my life, but if I see the taint of but a single goddess in your aura, you better present me with a good explanation or I will put you on a leash and make you unable to leave me. You are MINE, I allow you your happy little life and whatever girlfriend you want out of sheer graciousness. Never – Forget – That,” a wave of fire burned from the edges of her mouth at the end of her speech.
Why did she specify ‘goddess’? Why was she so adamant about this now when she hadn’t been before? Why did she threaten to leash him instead of murdering him? What was that look in her eyes? Questions Observe could maybe provide answers to.
It was jealousy. Oh god, he had a jealous dragon goddess on his throat. Oh god, that dragon goddess was Nathalia. Oh god, this wasn’t good. Okay, it was actually a massive ego-boost, but it was his life that was threatened here. His HP bar was already down to the three-quarter point.
He nodded again, quickly, and Nathalia let go. He snapped for air like a man who had been close to drowning. “I told you that you have an ability on the level of Romulus’ and the more I look at both of you, the more similar you become,” she growled, still annoyed.
“What even is his ability? If you allow me the question,” John, carefully, asked. His eyes darted to her Stats, “Also did you become stronger again? That is…” he repressed the word bullshit, “...interesting.”
“I tire of this and I want your dick inside me,” Nathalia answered, “so I will make this quick. Romulus can rob gods of their power until their existences themselves vanish, if he is given opportunity. You are different in that you cannot steal, you can only take if given, but you have different abilities to compensate. For your other question, last time we met I had merely gotten back what he stole from me, I am still getting used to having it back after missing it for roughly two-thousand of your years. That is all. I now want to be fucked and you will oblige.”
That was an order he could live with. Having his life threatened had reduced his erection to limp status, but Nathalia, her hands back in non-scaled form, opened her bathrobe and presented her hourglass shaped body in all her glory to him. There was no way he could have resisted that sight and all thoughts of danger or other questions vanished.
Nathalia raised an eyebrow when the erect cock in front of her grew another two centimetres, now at 19 in total. However, she did not ask, just accepted that that was now happening as she picked up a bottle of oil. “I think you remember the requirements, before I can give you some of my essence I will need some of yours. Either your blood or your seed will be required.” She hungrily licked her lips, “You are lucky that you are delicious,” she purred and poured oil onto her hands.
The spa was called Sensibar and advertised itself by having a small bar in addition to its many wellness programs. It was part of a big hotel, located inside a red stone building with rows upon rows of white-painted balconies, but had its own separate entrance and could be visited without an appointment.
John stepped inside and was immediately enveloped by the thick layers of fragrances usually found in those places. Things like rosewood, oranges and the oils used in candles. Compared to the cold outside, the reception room of the spa was of a near unbearable heat, the winter jacket he was wearing surely didn’t help.
Between the election and now, about an hour had passed. The trip itself had only taken around 10 minutes. However, as John luckily realized before he walked in, he was broke. Nothing a quick dive into a dungeon couldn’t fix though. He farmed some easier bosses and was promptly introduced to a new concept: diminishing returns.
It was a simple mechanic: the money he earned from bosses more than twenty below his current level gave him less money. Another one of Gaia’s hotfixes to ensure that he wouldn’t just milk the system for absurd amounts of cash. Not that the $125000 he got out of that was anything to sneeze at.
With a newly filled wallet he walked up to the receptionist. “Hello,” he greeted.
“A good day to you,” answered the receptionist, a woman with brown hair bound into a ponytail. “How can I help you?”
“I would like one massage please, and a relaxing bath for her,” John pointed his head towards Aclysia. “In the same area, if possible.”
“Of course, do you have an appointment or are you here on…” her eyes narrowed, then widened in surprise. John smirked, that was a pretty obvious display of checking out his aura. It was getting pretty impressive, at least to the average Abyssal. Comparing himself to the receptionist, she was a match, and he was a torch. “…a special occasion?” the receptionist finished her sentence.
“The latter, I’ll have to say,” John bowed forwards on the limewood surface of the reception desk and whispered. “To be honest I would like it if my associate could enter the massage with me; she doesn’t need a program herself.” There was no reason to be this secretive, nobody else was in the room, but the Germans had a saying that caution was the mother of the porcelain box. That saying basically just meant that it was better to be careful.
“I understand,” the receptionist said and started writing things down with the keyboard in front of her. “Do you have a special request for the massage?”
“I would like to have your newest employee do it,” John said. “I heard some good things about that one.”
At that the receptionist rolled her eyes, but said nothing, leaving John to wonder what that meant. “Done,” she instead affirmed his request and took a key from the board behind her back. She gave it to him and received a sum of cash in return. “Your room will be number 31, you can change there as well. Please, feel free to use the towels provided.”
“Thank you,” John said and walked by the reception desk and further into the building. The way was properly guided and the rooms numbered in a logical way, so it wasn’t long until he found room 31.
The moment he stepped inside he was, somewhat predictably, pulled into an Illusion Barrier.
‘So, they have more of those here, huh? Makes sense I guess,’ John thought as he looked around. He was currently in a small entrance area that doubled as the changing room. Turning around he found a knob he could turn below the door handle to lock it. He wasn’t quite sure if that would help, but it was better than not.
There was a locker where he could leave his clothes as well and the mentioned towels. With a shrug, John ignored the locker and instead put everything in his inventory. When he was fully naked he took one of the towels and wrapped it around his hips for the sake of decency. It occurred to him that he was oddly comfortable with nudity these days, even though he still loathed being in the public eye. ‘Degrees of desensitization, I guess.’ “You comfortable, Aclysia?” John asked.
The Artificial Guardian had changed back into the gothic mixture of French maid outfit and dress that was her standard appearance. “Yes, of course, Master,” she answered, “these clothes are more a part of me than they are clothes. Being uncomfortable inside them is impossible.”
John hummed his understanding, although that was only in concept. The air was hot and slightly humid and the aromas that had been thick in the reception area already were almost unbearably strong here. A couple of new fragrances were added to the mix as well, pine needles and a hint of burning wood. It only took a few breaths for his senses to heighten. Aclysia’s presence became all the more enticing.
Aclysia herself looked at the tent that formed from the towel with anticipation. When their eyes met, the understanding between them was quietly spelled out. All he had to do was ask and she was his to take on any surface he wished.
However, John’s Wisdom got the better of him. He was already in an Illusion Barrier, and he was about to get a massage. He should push the sex to later, before he was caught by whoever that masseuse was and after he heard whatever the Horned Rat wanted him here for.
“Let’s go inside,” John therefore stated and a disappointed Aclysia followed him through the door that led into the main room.
The middle-sized room was the source of the heat he had experienced while changing. It was dimly lit, only a small, weak light hanging from the ceiling. The majority of the golden twilight came from the flickering scented candles that were spread all throughout the room, incense burning at their side.
The walls and ceiling were covered in dark, wooden panes, while the ground was covered in tiles of black stone, white veins running throughout. The heating system must have been located underneath those tiles, as John felt the warmth rising from below. On the opposite side of the room, next to a second door, was a basin of the same dark, polished rock. A steady stream of water ran through it, providing a nice ambience and part of the humidity.
In the middle of the room was a lounger, consisting of a few segments that could be adjusted in height and position as needed. Currently it was simply a straight piece to lie down on. A hole on John’s left-hand side indicated which way he should face. Next to the lounger was a table full of oils, soaps and other articles used in massages.
The masseuse wasn’t anywhere around, but John had an inkling that she would come from the other door once she was ready, so he decided to not have things delayed further than needed and just laid down. Aclysia stood next to the doorframe they came from and kept quiet.
The lounger was pretty comfortable, despite the presence of his erection. Well-padded and the hole made lying on his stomach easy, although the floor was a less than interesting thing to look at.
A slight draft accompanied by the sound of a swinging door told John that somebody had just entered the room. He saw a pair of feet, light-brown complexion with carefully trimmed nails, polished to reflect the candlelight.
He wanted to raise his head and greet whoever just entered, but he felt a hand on the back of his head, gently, but firmly, holding it in place. A raspy, sultry voice, clearly female, although on the lower side for one, reached John’s ears. “Remain comfortable,” the masseuse said with a chuckle, “we have all the time we need to look at each other.”
“Okay?” John answered, puzzled by the choice of words. He recognized that voice and the colour of her skin. He heard bottles being moved, a clack when one was put back on the table and, a moment later, hands on his back.
Lathered in oil, they quickly glided it over his lower back, spreading the slippery fluid. With experienced, long-winded movements the masseuse worked her way upwards, only stopping to apply some more oil. Eventually her hands glided over his back effortlessly and she slowly rubbed the tension from his back.
“So, what brings you here?” the raspy voice asked, focusing on an area just above his left shoulder blade.
“Mhm, you know,” John answered in a deeply relaxed voice, “a request.” The only part of his body with tension left was his dick, being relaxed to this degree made thinking hard. He still was aware of who sent him here, but with Aclysia watching over him and with who was likely next to him right now, he did not feel overly threatened. ‘I wonder if they give happy endings here?’ John thought, shifting slightly, his naked cock rubbing against the soft towel.
The question would be very awkward if denied. Another, actually an even better idea, would be to rent a room in the hotel next over for an hour and just bang Aclysia. Either that or he would create an Illusion Barrier to ‘borrow’ somebody’s home. He had little qualms about things when he was horny.
“A request you say?” the masseuse now went onto his shoulders, kneading the muscles until they were soft. “Don’t you mean just a Quest, John Newman?”
“I am not all that psyched that the Horned Rat throws around knowledge about that so freely,” he said as he stretched his thoughts towards Aclysia to check if she was ready to intervene. She wasn’t, as a matter of fact, he felt nothing but her presence. She was completely frozen. That, too, was somewhat expected. ‘If I am right, that is.’
John tried to get up, but the hands on his shoulders kept him in place, he could only turn his head and catch a glance of orange-red hair. “Don’t be so impatient, young one,” said the husky voice.
“That you would be here of all places,” John said in an amused tone as the hands worked until his shoulders lost their stiffness again. It felt twice as good now that he knew just who was massaging him here. “I thought work like this is beneath you…”
Finally, the masseuse pulled back her hands and allowed John to turn his back. The masseuse’s face was right next to his and they saw eye to eye. Strands of her orange-red hair fell over her full lips, the lower of which was slightly bigger. She had brown eyes, but when John blinked they revealed their true divinity, three layers of amber, the core being a glowing gold.
“…Nathalia.”
The dragon goddess blinked and her eyes went back to simple brown, completely normal eyes, stunning, but indistinguishable from a human. “The act of massaging random mortals is indeed beneath me,” she said as she straightened back up, gesturing for John to roll onto his back. With a stranger massaging him he would now have searched for an excuse not to, and hide his massive erection. With the permanently horny dragoness that would not be a problem in the slightest.
Nathalia wore a white bathrobe. Gone were her scales and the constant, lava-like glow of her hair, the obsidian eyeliner or anything else. She looked like an ordinary, thirty-something human. An extremely attractive thirty-something, with tits threatening to spill from the wide cleavage, an ass that stretched the fabric and thick thighs that reached out of the bathrobe, which was cut-off shortly below the hips.
“However, if it leads to sex, I will suffer this degradation…for a few days,” she licked her sultry lips, looking at the tent that just sprung up. “It’s like a craving for certain tastes and spices, I desired it, so I went ahead and made it that way,” added Nathalia, ripping the towel away from his crotch.
“You made Aclysia freeze in terror again, though,” John complained.
“Yes, and it is still adorable,” the dragoness graciously applied oil to her hand and then oiled up his chest. “You have made progress since I last saw you. Not as much as I had hoped however,” she commented on the muscles he had gotten thanks to Endurance.
Every other girl he had met was saying “Wow, you look buffer than expected,” but the Fire of Destruction did not seem impressed in the slightest. She gave him an off-handed clap on his abs that made him wheeze.
“Well, what can I say, I am a mage first,” John defended himself when Nathalia’s judgemental eyes landed on him. “Raising Strength is not in my program. I would need a few more levels for that,” he let the implication stand on its own. If she wanted him to raise that stat, she would have to give him the Stat Points for that.
Nathalia narrowed her eyes. Her hand, carefully gliding over his chest, stopped above his heart and pressed down. “Don’t forget the relationship we have, young one,” she hissed as John felt his chest budge under the pressure, the incense filled air was pressed straight from his lungs as his ribs creaked and his heart screamed out in pain. “I am invested in you, because you seem fun and your ability is strong, but the nurturing you will need until you prove a challenge to me will give me more than enough time to crush you. Never forget that.” John nodded, he had no air left to answer. The pressure decreased until Nathalia continued her work like nothing happened. “However, I will entertain you, just so you can entertain me, but this will be the last time. I will fill you up to the current limit of what your body can take of my essence and then be done with it.”
Well, it would have been too easy if he could just cheat this out forever, so a limit was to be expected. It was pretty bullshit that he could absorb the power of a goddess as experience points in the first place. “Wait, you said YOUR essence, could I absorb other gods’ essences and still go stronger?”
That earned him a second ride on the pain express as Nathalia’s hand pressed down on his chest again. This time with the fun extra of obsidian claws digging into his skin. The heat in the room increased even further as Nathalia stared down into his eyes, hers having turned back into their true form as she growled.
“You will do no such thing if you value your life, do you understand me, John Newman?! YOU ARE MINE! I begrudgingly accept the touch of the Horned Rat in your soul, because he is a friend who once saved my life, but if I see the taint of but a single goddess in your aura, you better present me with a good explanation or I will put you on a leash and make you unable to leave me. You are MINE, I allow you your happy little life and whatever girlfriend you want out of sheer graciousness. Never – Forget – That,” a wave of fire burned from the edges of her mouth at the end of her speech.
Why did she specify ‘goddess’? Why was she so adamant about this now when she hadn’t been before? Why did she threaten to leash him instead of murdering him? What was that look in her eyes? Questions Observe could maybe provide answers to.
It was jealousy. Oh god, he had a jealous dragon goddess on his throat. Oh god, that dragon goddess was Nathalia. Oh god, this wasn’t good. Okay, it was actually a massive ego-boost, but it was his life that was threatened here. His HP bar was already down to the three-quarter point.
He nodded again, quickly, and Nathalia let go. He snapped for air like a man who had been close to drowning. “I told you that you have an ability on the level of Romulus’ and the more I look at both of you, the more similar you become,” she growled, still annoyed.
“What even is his ability? If you allow me the question,” John, carefully, asked. His eyes darted to her Stats, “Also did you become stronger again? That is…” he repressed the word bullshit, “...interesting.”
“I tire of this and I want your dick inside me,” Nathalia answered, “so I will make this quick. Romulus can rob gods of their power until their existences themselves vanish, if he is given opportunity. You are different in that you cannot steal, you can only take if given, but you have different abilities to compensate. For your other question, last time we met I had merely gotten back what he stole from me, I am still getting used to having it back after missing it for roughly two-thousand of your years. That is all. I now want to be fucked and you will oblige.”
That was an order he could live with. Having his life threatened had reduced his erection to limp status, but Nathalia, her hands back in non-scaled form, opened her bathrobe and presented her hourglass shaped body in all her glory to him. There was no way he could have resisted that sight and all thoughts of danger or other questions vanished.
Nathalia raised an eyebrow when the erect cock in front of her grew another two centimetres, now at 19 in total. However, she did not ask, just accepted that that was now happening as she picked up a bottle of oil. “I think you remember the requirements, before I can give you some of my essence I will need some of yours. Either your blood or your seed will be required.” She hungrily licked her lips, “You are lucky that you are delicious,” she purred and poured oil onto her hands.
