It was now 45 days until the Guild Conference on Earth. Quinten was assigned a side room to Azya’s. And they fucked like rabbits when she wasn’t busy. He was expected to treat her like a Princess. Get hard on demand. And make sure she came as much as possible. His life hadn’t changed all that much.
He was able to call Nadir and Tosh. They were working with Hiken to get people gathered and found. As an elf Tosh could move around more easily without a collar on. He was now assigned to do reconnaissance while Nadir stayed with the car. Tosh finally got in touch with a private flight crew and they agreed upon a price to meet the ship in a few days, no questions asked.
It was all coming together. Quin had the run of the palace mostly. There were a few whispers here and there behind his back. Hiken felt sorry for him to have to put up with Azya, but he didn’t mind. She was kind of cute and sweet. He located the master key on her and was waiting for the signal from the others to steal it.
He was leaving Hiken’s room after another planning session when he heard a yell. Intrigued, he followed the sound to a side hall. Then down another corridor. The cries only became louder. Quin was shocked to find Wjiskult forcing himself on Hiken’s wife, Yutell. He had her dress hiked up and was about to penetrate her.
“Scream all you want, you’re just a sla-“ he didn’t finish as his head was lopped off. The short fat elf didn’t have a chance to scream. Yutell stayed unmoving for a second then looked behind her. She gasped as her eyes landed on the severed head. Quinten put away his sword. Grabbing the head and body he took the man’s spatial ring, then his lifeless parts disappeared in Quin’s ring. He quickly put his ring back in the mouth pouch.
“You ok?” He asked the Star Elf. She had a shocked look on her face. He snapped his fingers in front of her eyes.
“You killed him,” she hissed. He thought she would be angry but she jumped at him hugging his chest.
“Of course,” he said. “Has he been a problem?”
“He has hinted. But I did not think,” she shuddered in his arms.
“Has anyone else touched you?” He asked.
“No, no one has gone this far. But a few other girls. Younger elves…” she trailed off.
Maybe it was what happened to Zora. Or his own guilt for not wanting to help these people originally. “You point out who needs to be killed. And I will do it. Are these girls going to be joining our escape?”
“Most,” she assured.
“All,” he corrected. “We leave no one behind that has to put up with this sort of slavery.”
She nodded. “What about?” She asked, pointing at the red streak of blood on the floor.
“Clean it up. If you can’t then cut your hand and make sure someone knows it was an accident. You haven’t seen that bastard at all today. Got it?”
She nodded and moved to get a mop. “Thank you Quinten,” she said.
“No problem,” he said. “Remember. Point them out and they’re dead,” he added. She nodded. “Give this to your husband,” he said, giving her Wjiskult’s ring. “I bet it has one of the slavery pendants in it. You know how to empty it?” She nodded. Hiding it in her cleavage she ran away. Quinten went back about his day. The palace was quieter. He doubted anyone would miss the short blood elf. At least not before Quin and his people left anyway.
He was about to burst into Azya’s room for their hourly romp when he heard a familiar voice on the other side. He didn’t place it right away, but when he did his blood ran cold.
“Have you thought on my offer, Azya?” The man on the other side of the door asked. Quin cracked the door to see the fat Burill. Their long time apart hadn’t done the torturer justice. Plarious was just as disgusting as Quinten remembered.
Quinten hadn’t been much for nightmares. But he still had them. Had fears of being strapped and secured. Plarious cutting off his dick. Slicing off piece after piece of his arm and eating it. That was where the nightmares started. They usually ended when Quin had no limbs, eyes, or tongue left. A position Plarious had threatened him with daily during the Roktai Trial.
He almost gave up the plan then. His hatred for the blood elf had not lessened with time. Only 2 things stopped him. He wasn’t sure if he could take off the collar. And honestly, after Plarious had died from some other cause during the trial, Quinten knew a quick death would be too good for him. Quin wanted to make him suffer.
“This is all you’re good for Azya. Can’t you see that?” Plarious said. He moved his hand to touch her cheek. She flinched back. He slapped her across the face.
“You will change your mind,” Plarious said. He began to unbuckle his belt. “Whether you like it or not.”
Quinten saw red. He burst in yelling. Before he could stop himself he was tackling Plarious. He and the red blood elf tumbled to the floor beside the bed. He cursed but Quin was on him. Cycling mana his body was strengthened. His muscles began to bulge as he hit the fat elf in the face. Plarious cursed and took the hits. Then suddenly Quinten was gripped by an invisible force. His body raising up he was hit with immense pain as his arms twisted in unholy positions.
“What is this attack dog?” Plarious asked. Getting up from the ground he used Mind mana on Quinten.
“Uncle stop!” Azya yelled. “He did not know.”
“A human slave!” He spat. “You know how much I hate humans. You know what they did to your brother!” Quinten’s body twisted more. He wasn’t sure he would make it but his eyes still stared defiantly at Plarious.
“Uncle. Give me 2 weeks. I will have my answer. Just let him go!” She pleaded.
“You like this slave, don’t you?” Plarious asked. “I should put him out of his misery. He looks like that Hero,” he spat. Quin wheezed in breaths.
“Take off this fucking collar and fight me like a man,” Quin said through gritted teeth.
Plarious turned his head confused. “Why would I do that?” He waved his hand and Quin slammed into the wall beside him. He blacked out instantly.
—-
Quinten woke up a few hours later. Azya was sleeping over top of him. His chest was damp with tears. They were still in her room. He moved his hand stroking her hair. His body no longer ached. The Blood Elf female stirred on him. She looked up to his eyes.
Hugging him she kissed his lips saying, “I am glad you are ok.”
“Where’s Plarious?” Quin asked.
“My uncle left soon after you were thrown,” she admitted. “I had to call a healer for you. You were nearly dead.”
“Not the first time,” he said with a groan. He was still sore but it wasn’t too bad. He tried to sit up but Azya put more weight on him as she pouted. He chuckled.
“That was a dumb thing you did,” she said. “Plarious is the vice-guild master now.”
“Like a vice principal? No real power?” He asked. She stared at him confused. “A human thing.”
“Ah, no. The guild master is old. After my brother's death, Plarious was put in charge.”
“Then why was he about to force himself on you?” He asked. “I acted on instinct.” He didn’t want to tell her he had already stopped someone else from being raped earlier that day.
She bit her lip. Eventually she laid her head on his chest. “I have a System that my people are ashamed of. There are instances of it in the past, but not for some time. It is called the Kink System. And I use Sex mana.” Quin was more than a little shocked. He really wanted to laugh, but was afraid she would take offense. He kind of understood why she wanted him now. He was amazed, he hadn’t run into any other Sex Systems but there was one right in front of him.
“My relatives called me a pervert when I awoke it a few months ago. After my brother was killed things became worse for me. Plarious took over and stripped me of my rights. Painted me as a deviant. He even has Syscos locked away from me.” She showed Quin a golden bracelet with a red X on it.
“All to trap me. I can’t level anymore in dungeon dives. If I tried he would take away my city. So I was left with only one thing. My System allows me to gain experience through sex. You- you were my only option to level,” she said.
Quin knew the struggle. “And you gave me your first time?” She nodded.
“My uncle has been pushing me to marry him. It would make his position stronger for guild master,” she said.
“That’s disgusting,” he said.
She nodded in his chest. He continued to stroke her hair. “My grandfather runs the guild currently, but he is frail and old. My brother, Fetince, was to be the next guild master. He was the golden child of our family. Talented, he had been engaged to a strong family close to our sector for some time. The Burill guild spent thousands of Syscos to ensure he would pass whatever trial they had. He was given the Night Burill,” she whispered.
“What’s that?” He asked.
“Burill in our language means Death. During our Initialization our founder was given an artifact. A black short sword that would kill 1 out of 2 times. Guaranteed. This was the Night Burill, and was the symbol of our guild master. Whoever has it was next in line. The man who killed my brother stole it. Despite my Uncle’s threats he was ignored.”
Didn’t I steal that? Quinten thought. He had grabbed the black blade on a whim. He wanted to check it out, but didn’t want to risk her seeing his ring.
“Who killed your brother?” Quinten asked.
“The Lawful Good,” she spat. “If he hadn’t come along my brother would be in line, and I wouldn’t be secluded here. I am 80 years old,” she admitted. “I awoke my System only a few months ago. I was approved for more dungeon dives when my System came to me. But now I am treated like cattle.”
“What about your parents?” Quinten asked.
“6 years ago the Elvarian Trial was found by one of ours. Do you know what that is?” He shook his head. Continuing to run his fingers through her hair she sighed as she cuddled up to him further. “Every elf generation. Roughly 2,000 years. The Elvarian Trial opens. They test elves for true nobility. Only those with this title can go to the Elfen holy lands, and try to pass the trials for Divinity. I was too young. My parents took Fetince. They took the trial, but only Fetince survived.”
“Was it a dangerous trial?” Quinten asked. He had that title too, now he kind of understood why Tosh was freaked out.
“I do not know. Fetince did not speak of it. He said they sacrificed themselves so he could pass.” Quin felt a few tears leak from her eyes. “Since then it was he and I. But he changed after the Trial. He became like the other bloodthirsty elves of the city. Every day he was more and more like my uncle. The Elvarian title made him see everyone else as peasants in comparison.”
They stayed like that for a time. Simply comfortable next to one another. Quin thought about what he should do. He wanted Plarious dead, but would killing him outright be the thing that tortured him? If he could get Azya on his side, despite him killing her brother, maybe he really could make Plarious wish he was dead.
“So how do you get experience?” Quinten asked.
She hesitated but answered. “I get experience through sex. But if the System dubs something kinky I get double the XP.”
“But we’ve been doing just normal sex,” he said. “Shouldn’t we do kinky stuff to make it more experience?”
She slowly looked up to him. “I was working toward that. I didn’t want you to think I was a deviant as well.”
Quin laughed loudly. “Oh trust me. I’d be up for most anything kinky. Do you have any cool skills?”
“I have this new one,” she admitted. “It’s called Roleplay. It’s supposed to help me believe the role of whatever act I am doing.”
“Really?” Quinten asked. “I think I’d like to try that. What else?”
She frowned, “You aren’t supposed to ask people these sorts of things.”
Quin rolled his eyes. “I’m your slave princess, besides do you see my level?” He asked. She shook her head. “I’m level 57. Trust me, I know how to grind experience.”
“You’re level 57?” She asked, amazed. “I’m only level 18. How were you enslaved?”
“They said some pretty princess needed a sex slave, so I volunteered,” he said with a big smile.
She had a serious look on her face, and slowly realized he was joking. “Seriously? I want to know.”
“There was this big box and a cut out of a naked woman inside. Before I knew it I was trapped inside the box, and they were shipping me off to here,” he said. She slapped his chest. He chuckled. “It doesn’t matter, Pinky. Come on, what else can you do? I met someone with a Sex System once. They mentioned the skills are stronger than people think.”
She frowned but answered. “I have Disease Immunity. Some fertility control. Also a body control skill, but it is weak. My first skill was one called Character Development.”
“Cool, what's that do?”
“It allows me to make characters for my roleplays,” she said.
“But isn’t the roleplay the character?” He asked, confused. That was different from his own. “Read me their descriptions.”
She hesitated but did so. “Character Development says: Kinks are a dime a dozen. You might not be into them, but someone else is. Develop your character to that of someone else. Then Roleplay says: Use your characters to their fullest. Commit to their roles and learn what it means to be into what they are. Act it and believe it.”
“Interesting,” Quinten said slowly. Her Roleplay was different from his own.he brought it up.
| Roleplay (LVL MAX) |
| Being vanilla isn't what helps you in the bedroom. Sometimes your significant other is in the mood for a little roleplay. This skill allows you to commit to the role. No more giggling at you and your partner's kinks. Act it and believe it. |
Joon had said that he started at level 1 and was able to learn skills, but they were always level 1 skills. His Max Level allowed him to get higher level skills.
“Your Character Development, are there restrictions?”
She nodded looking up into his eyes. “Yes, I am only level 1, but there is a slot for 1 character.”
“So if you level it, you should get more slots?” He asked himself. “Now hear me out. This might sound a little weird, but let's develop a character for you.”
It was now 45 days until the Guild Conference on Earth. Quinten was assigned a side room to Azya’s. And they fucked like rabbits when she wasn’t busy. He was expected to treat her like a Princess. Get hard on demand. And make sure she came as much as possible. His life hadn’t changed all that much.
He was able to call Nadir and Tosh. They were working with Hiken to get people gathered and found. As an elf Tosh could move around more easily without a collar on. He was now assigned to do reconnaissance while Nadir stayed with the car. Tosh finally got in touch with a private flight crew and they agreed upon a price to meet the ship in a few days, no questions asked.
It was all coming together. Quin had the run of the palace mostly. There were a few whispers here and there behind his back. Hiken felt sorry for him to have to put up with Azya, but he didn’t mind. She was kind of cute and sweet. He located the master key on her and was waiting for the signal from the others to steal it.
He was leaving Hiken’s room after another planning session when he heard a yell. Intrigued, he followed the sound to a side hall. Then down another corridor. The cries only became louder. Quin was shocked to find Wjiskult forcing himself on Hiken’s wife, Yutell. He had her dress hiked up and was about to penetrate her.
“Scream all you want, you’re just a sla-“ he didn’t finish as his head was lopped off. The short fat elf didn’t have a chance to scream. Yutell stayed unmoving for a second then looked behind her. She gasped as her eyes landed on the severed head. Quinten put away his sword. Grabbing the head and body he took the man’s spatial ring, then his lifeless parts disappeared in Quin’s ring. He quickly put his ring back in the mouth pouch.
“You ok?” He asked the Star Elf. She had a shocked look on her face. He snapped his fingers in front of her eyes.
“You killed him,” she hissed. He thought she would be angry but she jumped at him hugging his chest.
“Of course,” he said. “Has he been a problem?”
“He has hinted. But I did not think,” she shuddered in his arms.
“Has anyone else touched you?” He asked.
“No, no one has gone this far. But a few other girls. Younger elves…” she trailed off.
Maybe it was what happened to Zora. Or his own guilt for not wanting to help these people originally. “You point out who needs to be killed. And I will do it. Are these girls going to be joining our escape?”
“Most,” she assured.
“All,” he corrected. “We leave no one behind that has to put up with this sort of slavery.”
She nodded. “What about?” She asked, pointing at the red streak of blood on the floor.
“Clean it up. If you can’t then cut your hand and make sure someone knows it was an accident. You haven’t seen that bastard at all today. Got it?”
She nodded and moved to get a mop. “Thank you Quinten,” she said.
“No problem,” he said. “Remember. Point them out and they’re dead,” he added. She nodded. “Give this to your husband,” he said, giving her Wjiskult’s ring. “I bet it has one of the slavery pendants in it. You know how to empty it?” She nodded. Hiding it in her cleavage she ran away. Quinten went back about his day. The palace was quieter. He doubted anyone would miss the short blood elf. At least not before Quin and his people left anyway.
He was about to burst into Azya’s room for their hourly romp when he heard a familiar voice on the other side. He didn’t place it right away, but when he did his blood ran cold.
“Have you thought on my offer, Azya?” The man on the other side of the door asked. Quin cracked the door to see the fat Burill. Their long time apart hadn’t done the torturer justice. Plarious was just as disgusting as Quinten remembered.
Quinten hadn’t been much for nightmares. But he still had them. Had fears of being strapped and secured. Plarious cutting off his dick. Slicing off piece after piece of his arm and eating it. That was where the nightmares started. They usually ended when Quin had no limbs, eyes, or tongue left. A position Plarious had threatened him with daily during the Roktai Trial.
He almost gave up the plan then. His hatred for the blood elf had not lessened with time. Only 2 things stopped him. He wasn’t sure if he could take off the collar. And honestly, after Plarious had died from some other cause during the trial, Quinten knew a quick death would be too good for him. Quin wanted to make him suffer.
“This is all you’re good for Azya. Can’t you see that?” Plarious said. He moved his hand to touch her cheek. She flinched back. He slapped her across the face.
“You will change your mind,” Plarious said. He began to unbuckle his belt. “Whether you like it or not.”
Quinten saw red. He burst in yelling. Before he could stop himself he was tackling Plarious. He and the red blood elf tumbled to the floor beside the bed. He cursed but Quin was on him. Cycling mana his body was strengthened. His muscles began to bulge as he hit the fat elf in the face. Plarious cursed and took the hits. Then suddenly Quinten was gripped by an invisible force. His body raising up he was hit with immense pain as his arms twisted in unholy positions.
“What is this attack dog?” Plarious asked. Getting up from the ground he used Mind mana on Quinten.
“Uncle stop!” Azya yelled. “He did not know.”
“A human slave!” He spat. “You know how much I hate humans. You know what they did to your brother!” Quinten’s body twisted more. He wasn’t sure he would make it but his eyes still stared defiantly at Plarious.
“Uncle. Give me 2 weeks. I will have my answer. Just let him go!” She pleaded.
“You like this slave, don’t you?” Plarious asked. “I should put him out of his misery. He looks like that Hero,” he spat. Quin wheezed in breaths.
“Take off this fucking collar and fight me like a man,” Quin said through gritted teeth.
Plarious turned his head confused. “Why would I do that?” He waved his hand and Quin slammed into the wall beside him. He blacked out instantly.
—-
Quinten woke up a few hours later. Azya was sleeping over top of him. His chest was damp with tears. They were still in her room. He moved his hand stroking her hair. His body no longer ached. The Blood Elf female stirred on him. She looked up to his eyes.
Hugging him she kissed his lips saying, “I am glad you are ok.”
“Where’s Plarious?” Quin asked.
“My uncle left soon after you were thrown,” she admitted. “I had to call a healer for you. You were nearly dead.”
“Not the first time,” he said with a groan. He was still sore but it wasn’t too bad. He tried to sit up but Azya put more weight on him as she pouted. He chuckled.
“That was a dumb thing you did,” she said. “Plarious is the vice-guild master now.”
“Like a vice principal? No real power?” He asked. She stared at him confused. “A human thing.”
“Ah, no. The guild master is old. After my brother's death, Plarious was put in charge.”
“Then why was he about to force himself on you?” He asked. “I acted on instinct.” He didn’t want to tell her he had already stopped someone else from being raped earlier that day.
She bit her lip. Eventually she laid her head on his chest. “I have a System that my people are ashamed of. There are instances of it in the past, but not for some time. It is called the Kink System. And I use Sex mana.” Quin was more than a little shocked. He really wanted to laugh, but was afraid she would take offense. He kind of understood why she wanted him now. He was amazed, he hadn’t run into any other Sex Systems but there was one right in front of him.
“My relatives called me a pervert when I awoke it a few months ago. After my brother was killed things became worse for me. Plarious took over and stripped me of my rights. Painted me as a deviant. He even has Syscos locked away from me.” She showed Quin a golden bracelet with a red X on it.
“All to trap me. I can’t level anymore in dungeon dives. If I tried he would take away my city. So I was left with only one thing. My System allows me to gain experience through sex. You- you were my only option to level,” she said.
Quin knew the struggle. “And you gave me your first time?” She nodded.
“My uncle has been pushing me to marry him. It would make his position stronger for guild master,” she said.
“That’s disgusting,” he said.
She nodded in his chest. He continued to stroke her hair. “My grandfather runs the guild currently, but he is frail and old. My brother, Fetince, was to be the next guild master. He was the golden child of our family. Talented, he had been engaged to a strong family close to our sector for some time. The Burill guild spent thousands of Syscos to ensure he would pass whatever trial they had. He was given the Night Burill,” she whispered.
“What’s that?” He asked.
“Burill in our language means Death. During our Initialization our founder was given an artifact. A black short sword that would kill 1 out of 2 times. Guaranteed. This was the Night Burill, and was the symbol of our guild master. Whoever has it was next in line. The man who killed my brother stole it. Despite my Uncle’s threats he was ignored.”
Didn’t I steal that? Quinten thought. He had grabbed the black blade on a whim. He wanted to check it out, but didn’t want to risk her seeing his ring.
“Who killed your brother?” Quinten asked.
“The Lawful Good,” she spat. “If he hadn’t come along my brother would be in line, and I wouldn’t be secluded here. I am 80 years old,” she admitted. “I awoke my System only a few months ago. I was approved for more dungeon dives when my System came to me. But now I am treated like cattle.”
“What about your parents?” Quinten asked.
“6 years ago the Elvarian Trial was found by one of ours. Do you know what that is?” He shook his head. Continuing to run his fingers through her hair she sighed as she cuddled up to him further. “Every elf generation. Roughly 2,000 years. The Elvarian Trial opens. They test elves for true nobility. Only those with this title can go to the Elfen holy lands, and try to pass the trials for Divinity. I was too young. My parents took Fetince. They took the trial, but only Fetince survived.”
“Was it a dangerous trial?” Quinten asked. He had that title too, now he kind of understood why Tosh was freaked out.
“I do not know. Fetince did not speak of it. He said they sacrificed themselves so he could pass.” Quin felt a few tears leak from her eyes. “Since then it was he and I. But he changed after the Trial. He became like the other bloodthirsty elves of the city. Every day he was more and more like my uncle. The Elvarian title made him see everyone else as peasants in comparison.”
They stayed like that for a time. Simply comfortable next to one another. Quin thought about what he should do. He wanted Plarious dead, but would killing him outright be the thing that tortured him? If he could get Azya on his side, despite him killing her brother, maybe he really could make Plarious wish he was dead.
“So how do you get experience?” Quinten asked.
She hesitated but answered. “I get experience through sex. But if the System dubs something kinky I get double the XP.”
“But we’ve been doing just normal sex,” he said. “Shouldn’t we do kinky stuff to make it more experience?”
She slowly looked up to him. “I was working toward that. I didn’t want you to think I was a deviant as well.”
Quin laughed loudly. “Oh trust me. I’d be up for most anything kinky. Do you have any cool skills?”
“I have this new one,” she admitted. “It’s called Roleplay. It’s supposed to help me believe the role of whatever act I am doing.”
“Really?” Quinten asked. “I think I’d like to try that. What else?”
She frowned, “You aren’t supposed to ask people these sorts of things.”
Quin rolled his eyes. “I’m your slave princess, besides do you see my level?” He asked. She shook her head. “I’m level 57. Trust me, I know how to grind experience.”
“You’re level 57?” She asked, amazed. “I’m only level 18. How were you enslaved?”
“They said some pretty princess needed a sex slave, so I volunteered,” he said with a big smile.
She had a serious look on her face, and slowly realized he was joking. “Seriously? I want to know.”
“There was this big box and a cut out of a naked woman inside. Before I knew it I was trapped inside the box, and they were shipping me off to here,” he said. She slapped his chest. He chuckled. “It doesn’t matter, Pinky. Come on, what else can you do? I met someone with a Sex System once. They mentioned the skills are stronger than people think.”
She frowned but answered. “I have Disease Immunity. Some fertility control. Also a body control skill, but it is weak. My first skill was one called Character Development.”
“Cool, what's that do?”
“It allows me to make characters for my roleplays,” she said.
“But isn’t the roleplay the character?” He asked, confused. That was different from his own. “Read me their descriptions.”
She hesitated but did so. “Character Development says: Kinks are a dime a dozen. You might not be into them, but someone else is. Develop your character to that of someone else. Then Roleplay says: Use your characters to their fullest. Commit to their roles and learn what it means to be into what they are. Act it and believe it.”
“Interesting,” Quinten said slowly. Her Roleplay was different from his own.he brought it up.
| Roleplay (LVL MAX) |
| Being vanilla isn't what helps you in the bedroom. Sometimes your significant other is in the mood for a little roleplay. This skill allows you to commit to the role. No more giggling at you and your partner's kinks. Act it and believe it. |
Joon had said that he started at level 1 and was able to learn skills, but they were always level 1 skills. His Max Level allowed him to get higher level skills.
“Your Character Development, are there restrictions?”
She nodded looking up into his eyes. “Yes, I am only level 1, but there is a slot for 1 character.”
“So if you level it, you should get more slots?” He asked himself. “Now hear me out. This might sound a little weird, but let's develop a character for you.”
