Asher laid in the low bed staring up at the ceiling. He had asked Helion for a view outside, but the white flow of the Ether Stream gave him a headache. They had learned so much about the world in such a short amount of time, but he still had questions. The group had either gone to their own rooms or explored. Now that they could all understand and be understood it wasn’t so daunting to talk to others on the ship. It was getting close to lunch time, so Ash was starting to get hungry.
Before he could stand he paused as the bathroom door opened. Inside was his pink and blue haired beauty in a French maid costume. A smile crept up his face. She must really want that New Person Multiplier.
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“Oh,” she said in an exaggerated French accent. “My lord, I did not see you there,” she said. Her voice was a little more nasally on the vowels, but it was a good Americanized rendition of a French accent.
Her pink and blue hair was tied back in a bun. The black french maid outfit had a very short skirt that was a nice contrast to her smooth skin. The bust of the outfit was low cut. Her massive DD breasts filled it completely, and he could almost see her tiny nipples already through the bust window. He was immediately hard as he stared at her.
“It is alright,” Quin assured, forcing his gaze to the ceiling. “Go about your business.”
She bowed slightly and a white light appeared in her hand. A feather duster materialized as she bent down and began dusting the floor. Her breasts did finally spill out of the top, causing him to grow harder. The maid did not seem to notice as she turned around. Her low cut skirt showed off her hairless muff. Quin blanketed them both in Pheromones and increased his Libido. All other thoughts were out the window as she moved around the room. Dusting this or that, she switched from showing him her front or rear. His eyes were transfixed as she did so.
“Shall I make your bed?” She eventually asked.
“But I am in it,” he said after some thought. His eyes never straying from her perfectly rounded breasts.
“I will simply make it around you,” she said like it was the most obvious thing. Slowly she stood straight up and walked toward him. She pulled off the silk like sheets to reveal his naked lower half. “Myuh God,” she said as his erection straightened. “Is that normal?” She asked, her hand going to her mouth as she blushed.
“No, it's not,” he decided to say. “I think I need help relieving it.”
“Oui oui,” she said as she dropped to her knees on the bed. Her hands trembled as she reached out to grasp him. Her fingers wrapped around his member. He let out a groan. “Like this?” She asked.
“Since you are a maid, you may have to clean it first,” he said, hiding a smile. She nodded as she came closer. Slowly she pulled up the top part of the outfit over her head. The skirt stayed on. Her massive breasts ballooned out a little more as they jiggled from the motion of disrobing. She slid her legs under his knees showing off her slit and slowly moved closer to him.
Soon his lower half was on top of her lap as she sandwiched his dick between her breasts. She opened her mouth to show a glob of saliva. The maid let it drop down the head of his dick. Her saliva was as good as lube as it poured over him. The maid jostled her breasts to make sure it was evenly coated as more dripped from her mouth.
“Stay still and relax,” she said, losing the accent. Pushing her F cup breasts together she raised them, hiding the head of his dick, then dropped the melons. Slowly she repeated the process. His dick well lubricated from her spit Quin groaned happily as he let her do the work. He simply watched her beautiful face. He studied her. Blue eyes, long black eyelashes, wide cheeks that dimpled with a smile. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.
All the while as he studied her she continued to raise and lower her breasts. More spit dripping out of her mouth she picked up speed. He groaned and jerked his legs at the increased pleasure. It wasn’t long until her tiny nipples were jumping up and down as the melons bounced. He couldn’t help but stare at them, and soon it began to build. At the base of his dick his testicles pulled in as he began to ejaculate hard into her bosom. He groaned as he relaxed letting the involuntary spasms happen on their own.
White globs of his semen soon coated the bottom of her chin and the top of her breasts. As his reddened dick recovered she let it out of her cleavage trap as she began scooping up the ejaculate. “Mmm coffee,” she whispered as she took the first ones in. “Just what I needed.”
Once she had taken in the close semen all that was left was on her massive breasts. She slowly picked one up and brought it to her face, licking the semen off of it. When she got to her own nipple and licked it he groaned as he became harder somehow. Quin let her finish her work. There was no cum left, but she continued licking her own breasts. Her eyes locked with his, she knew exactly what she was doing to him.
“Does anywhere else need cleaning?” She asked.
“I think you’re very dirty, and need cleaning,” he said. She sat up a little so he could move out from under her jugs. He pulled his legs away but pushed her to lay at the foot of the bed. “Breasts stay as they are,” he ordered as he widened her legs.
She nodded hotly. “Yes, sir,” she rasped. His Pheromones had been at 40 for a while now, he could tell she was close.
His face was soon buried in her pussy. The tip of his nose was on her clit as his tongue explored her lower lips and she began to convulse. Her legs shook as a tiny orgasm went through her. She had put in far too much work for him to stop there though. Pulling her legs closer together he stuck his mouth to her vagina as he stared up at her. Her eyes were closed in the post-orgasm, but his arms snuck up to her tiny nipples. Pinching both at the same time he pulled them toward him as his tongue began to swirl around her clit.
Her body shook. “Yes!” She yelled as he pulled a little harder and twirled his tongue the other direction. Her legs came together more. Hovering over top of her legs simply from ab strength his mouth was still attached to the top of her pussy. He then did something he hadn’t tried before. Using Full Body Control he pushed mana into his tongue. It began to lengthen. Slowly as he felt it stretch he snaked it into her cunt. More and more he didn’t quite know what he was doing, but she loved it.
Cumming almost instantly she began to kick her legs as she squirted on his chin and neck. He let her nipples go when she finished and focused on his own tongue. She had done this more than once for him, now it was her turn to receive. His tongue just got longer. Rubbing her clit as it lengthened it snaked inside her dripping wet pussy. The bubblegum taste of her was everywhere. His strong and thick tongue searched her insides as she continued to convulse. Her legs never stopped shaking as he moved it to run along the left side, then the right. Then down the center he hooked it up. Making it scrape along the top of her vaginal walls he thought he could feel the spongy part of her G-Spot. Focusing on that she was quickly screaming and squirting once again. Too much for her, the maid pushed his head away. His long tongue was brought back into his mouth. He drew the mana back in to make it normal size.
“Shut up!” Someone yelled outside their door. Asher guessed it was Atalanta.
He looked down to his maid. She was now writhing in post pleasure, squeezing her own nipples and relaxed. He bet she would have fallen asleep if he let her. They were just beginning though. He dove deep inside her. His long dick reached further in than his tongue did, he preferred it that way.
It didn’t take long for her to recover as he pounded into her. “I fucking love you,” she said as she used her kegels on him.
“Not as much as I love you,” he said, speeding up.
“I love your dick,” she said, squeezing it as she bit her lip. “Your muscles,” she said, rubbing her hands over his chiseled pecs. “Your tongue,” she said, pulling him down into a kiss. They both enjoyed her flavor. She used her long tongue inside his mouth which made him moan in pleasure, but then pulled away. “It’s all mine,” she said, he nodded.
“This is all yours,” she said. “This dripping wet pussy,” she said with a moan, squeezing him harder still. “This mouth and throat,” she said using her hand to touch her lips then move down. He groaned as he pictured his dick in there. “These massive tits,” she said, raising them up to his face. He began licking both nipples at the same time as he came deep inside her. A small orgasm went through her as he did.
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“What’s Nerve Control?”
“Oh you saw that?” Tiff asked. Her head on his shoulder she was still in the french maid skirt. Her breasts had shrunk down to C-cups, but he idly squeezed one as they talked. “It lets me control pain or pleasure,” she admitted.
“Level 9, pretty high level,” he noted.
“I know, you’ve helped me level it up quite a bit,” she said. “If I didn’t tone it down I’d be a sputtering mess most of the time.”
“You use it with me?” He asked, a little surprised.
“I pretty much have to,” she said, slapping his chest. “Besides, I need the levels. My Lust Aura doesn’t work on you at all for the low level, so I have to use it on Zora and others to level it.”
Asher thought about it, and decided not to worry. They still had loads of sex, and she came plenty of times. “You also have STD Immunity and Fertility Control?”
“Yeah, consider my surprise when you get them at Max Level. Those low levels were a factor in me switching to girls. Now that they're higher level I don’t worry as much, and with your complete immunity I don’t worry at all.”
“I could see that,” he said. “But it’s not like just men have STDs.”
“No, but they are the only ones that can get you pregnant,” she responded.
“You know, Joon really helped me kind of weaponize my skills. I was wondering if there wasn’t something we could do for yours.”
“Like what?” She asked.
“Last question first, what’s that Empowerment skill you have?”
“Oh that gives me a buff after sex. At Level 1 I’d get a +1 to a random stat. Now at level 10 I get a +10 to a random one,” she said.
“Cool,” Asher said. He wished he had something like that. “How long does it last?”
“12 hours or so,” she said.
“Too bad, I don’t think there is anything we could do with that, but like your Nerve Control, what's the description on it?”
“Umm ‘Tired of people getting on your nerves? Control it with this,’” she said.
“Hmm, I wonder if you can’t use it on other people. I know it says your nerves, but Joon explained that a lot of these used mana and were more powerful than we thought. Just trying to think of more stuff we can all do. We will have a lot of fights ahead, and I think we should try to think outside the box.”
“Worth a shot, but I don’t know where to start,” she admitted.
“I’d like to start with Tyranis. There has to be someone that can train us. I want to figure out the rules more, but I think we should all spend this time trying to get stronger and learn our powers more.”
“Works for me,” he began to get up. “Right now?” She asked tiredly.
“Well yeah, I think we missed lunch,” he said. A white light appeared in each of her hands. One was a bag of popcorn, the other was her laptop.
“You go figure it out. My legs are still wobbly. I’m gonna take a nap,” she said as she logged onto her computer and put on a movie. Asher rolled his eyes but nodded as she began digging into the popcorn.
Outside the room the other doors were shut, but Asher didn’t want to bother anyone. Heading to the Mess Hall he was happy to see Kytor there. “Hey Kytor,” he said walking up.
“Hello Hero,” Kytor said with a smile.
“Yeah uh right,” he said. “You can just call me Asher, or Ash is fine.”
“Really?” Kytor asked excitedly. “I know a Hero by his first name, so exciting,” he said happily as he clapped his hands.
“Yeah about that. Might as well start there. Mind explaining to me what it means to be a Hero? I mean, I’m sure your people have one, right?”
“Sure,” Kytor said like it was obvious. “Every civilization has a few, I’m sure yours does too.”
“Oh yeah? Then why was I picked for the Trial of Champions?”
“You were simply the first one in a Trial. Any of the other Heros, or Stars, whatever you call them, would have been sucked away to take the Trial of Champions.”
“I did not know that,” he said as it hit him. There was probably a Movie Star, or TV Star System somewhere on his planet. Hell maybe a K-Pop Star. He wondered if they had interesting abilities like him. “Yeah, but they can be rare. Especially post-Initialization. In the beginning, planets need all the help they can get, so there are typically more then. As time goes on things usually get easier, and the need for Heroes becomes less and less. On my planet I know of one Hero for sure, but they are thousands of years old. Off planet somewhere, doing some dungeon. I doubt they’ve been home since I’ve been alive.”
“So they aren’t like king or anything?” Asher asked intrigued.
“No, not really,” Kytor explained. “When we did our Initialization some 30,000 years ago, the Guilds back then agreed to section up the planet. We were raised to a Tier II at that point, so way bigger than what anyone was used to. The guilds had their own territories. Then over the years some territories merged, and the guild leaders started passing the control of territories down in their families. Now there are about 12 territories, we call countries. Those countries have a leader, but the strongest country is the Roktai. Which is run by the Lofgrens.”
“Tyranis runs the biggest country?”
“Exactly. Some 15,000 years ago he had a Hero born in his family. They skyrocketed in levels, and eventually earned a Tier Up for the planet. That’s how we became a Tier III. After that the Lofgrens have pretty much ruled over the planet,” Kytor said.
“What have you heard about Lyola?” He asked looking around to make sure no one was there.
“The Ice Chieftess?” Kytor asked. “What about her?” He talked in a whisper now too.
Asher really needed answers, but wasn’t sure how to approach the question he had. “Uhh first, you mind telling me why you’re on the ship? Are you like beholden to the Lofgrens?”
“Goddess no. I’m still young, so I like to see the universe. I typically stay on the ship wherever it goes. Make trade deals for my family. See the sights. The Lofgrens just commissioned the ship to pick up the Burills. Most everyone here is part of the Roktai Guild, but we are only beholden to ourselves. The guild terms are quite clear on that,” Kytor said.
“Ok, can you keep a secret?” Asher asked after some thought. Kytor nodded, his chair quickly slid over. “A few months ago I was in a dungeon, and I’m pretty sure it was your planet.”
Asher paused so Kytor spoke. “Not unheard of. If that happens, locals usually get quests to leave pre-Initialized citizens alone if they’re too close.”
“Well, I kind of stumbled on this city, and ended up sleeping with this Chieftess named Lyola Lofgren,” he said. By the stunned look on Kytor’s face Asher waited for him. It wasn’t long until the laughing started. It was a high pitched laugh that Asher found especially loud in the echoing halls. “Keep it down,” Asher pleaded.
“Don’t ever tell anyone that,” Kytor said, getting serious as if he remembered something. “Walls have ears, Asher,” he said. “My Goddess, are you sure?”
“Pretty sure,” Asher said. “One of my skills tells me people I’m close with, and her name is on it. Besides, she had the Roktai sigil plastered everywhere in her building.”
“Don’t say her name, whatever you do,” Kytor warned. “Her fiance is on board as you saw yesterday. They’ve been engaged for nearly a decade now.”
“How was I supposed to know that?” Asher asked. “I didn’t even know space travel was really that plausible until recently.”
“You couldn’t have, but you should know they’re Blood Elves. I’m not one for stereotypes, but with Blood Elves it’s usually true. They’ve been known to eat their kills, humanoid or not. They especially like blood and violence. Do you have any idea who the Burills are?” Asher shook his head. “They are the worst of the worst. I heard the Burills usurped the throne from their last ruler. Killed them all in the night. Then killed everyone related to the throne. Even people related to the slaves. Their planet just happened to be on a huge supply of mana rich stones that was only found around that time. The Burills took power, and made millions of Syscos off of it.”
“Jeez,” Asher said. Now he was dealing with huge corporations worth of Syscos.
“I don’t know much about their son Fetince, but if he perceives you as a threat, he could challenge you to a Death Duel,” Kytor warned.
“I’ve done a few duels,” Asher admitted. “And only one Life or Death Duel. Are they common?”
“You’ve fought to the death?” Asher nodded. “Sorry, that's just rare on my planet. But you are a Hero,” he said like that explained everything. “No, they aren’t common at all. There are Honor Duels that typically include Sysco wagers to appease the grievance, but Death Duels are a whole other matter. The person calling for it sets the terms, and if someone declines they’re labeled a coward for the rest of their life. The System admires strength and typically people that deny a Death Duel are never given another quest. You, as a Hero, thrive on quests, so you can never deny one. Not only that, but he is way higher level than you.”
“How high?” Asher asked.
“42,” Kytor admitted in a whisper.
“Is that a lot?” Asher asked. “I was expecting like level 80.”
“Yes, that’s a lot,” Kytor said with a sigh. “That's a 12 level difference.”
“Well I mean, I have a lot of titles,” Asher admitted. “Do you think he has any?”
“He might have one or 2. I mean, I’m sure a lot of his levels were from immobilized mobs, but still. How many titles do you have?”
“5 now I think,” Asher admitted.
“5!?” Kytor asked. “How many years have you had your System?”
“Like 6 months,” he admitted.
“Months? As in 30 day cycle months?” Kytor asked. “My Goddess, a part of me envies you, and another part of me does not. You must have nearly died so many times,” he said. “I saw your Trial, but still. Listen, I am level 40, and I’m 600 years old. I am a higher level than most because I don’t mind traveling. The people on my planet get a System around the 100 year age, we do a quest every now and then, but we ignore levels. How are you level 30 in only 6 months? That tells me you should really cut back on the Hero work. You’re going to die quickly. 1 out of 10 of my people has a fighting System, and they’ll go dungeon diving, and level a little faster, but we have millenia to look forward to, so no one pushes it.”
“Been kind of flying by the seat of my pants,” Asher said. “Heck, I never held a sword until a few months ago,” he admitted. That seemed to hurt Kytor to hear. “Look, we kind of strayed off topic. So you’re saying just ignore Lyola and hope the problem goes away?”
Kytor nodded. “Not only is Lyola the eldest daughter, she has also broken over 10 other engagements. She is known as the Eternal Maiden because she is so picky. How you got into her pants I don’t know, but you better pray Tyranis doesn’t find out,” he added. “It could be a major concern if he knew his daughter was unfaithful to her fiance.”
Asher gulped. The pit in his stomach grew more. “Problem for another day,” Asher whispered. “Thanks Kytor, I assume you won’t have a problem keeping the secret.”
“I wish you hadn’t told me in the first place. I struck a pretty good deal for my family with the Burills,” Kytor said sadly.
“Sorry. Um, have you seen any of my companions?” He asked.
“You should-” Kytor said then stopped. He slipped into business mode immediately. “Have you ever looked at the Communication tab at the System store?”
“I did once, but it only had some phones,” Asher said thinking back. “After your admission about the Store and Syscos, I’m glad I didn’t buy any.”
“I bet,” Kytor admitted. “Now that you’re Initialized there should be mana phones. They’ll help you communicate with most anyone.” A white light appeared in his hand. What appeared was what resembled a phone that was paper thin. It looked more like a System Screen than a phone. Kytor turned it to him, there was a call and text icon, pushing each there were a bunch of names Asher didn’t know how to read. “Every group needs a way to talk. These are Comms. I never leave home without it.”
“How does it work?”
“Ambient mana. This will work on up to a Tier IV planet. Link them to other Comms and you can contact them most anywhere as long as they are on the same planet.”
Asher marveled at it. This was just what he needed. “How much?”
“2,000,” Kytor answered.
“Syscos?!”
“No, 2,000 Elantontrin Standard. So 1 Sysco,” Kytor said.
“And they’ll let me call any other Comms close enough?” He asked. Kytor nodded. “How much are they in the System Store?”
“About 200 Syscos,” he said with a wicked smile.
“Well hell. I’ll take 1,000,” he said. He needed a lot for the guild when he got back, and they didn’t appear to take much room at all. Besides, he wouldn’t feel bad selling them for 2 Syscos a piece.
Kytor sputtered, “I don’t have that many! I can get more on Elantontrin of course.”
“Fine with me,” Asher said. “How about 11 for now?” 11 paper thin screens appeared on the table. Asher sent Kytor all 11 Syscos with a smile.
Kytor gave him a quick rundown on how to use it. All he really needed was to attune the Comm to him with some mana. Then to link it to another Comm he would have to hold it close to another linked Comm while channeling mana into it. Soon Ash had Kytor’s Comm ID saved on his own.
“Now, what can you tell me about Sound Dampening Items?” Asher asked when they finished.
Asher laid in the low bed staring up at the ceiling. He had asked Helion for a view outside, but the white flow of the Ether Stream gave him a headache. They had learned so much about the world in such a short amount of time, but he still had questions. The group had either gone to their own rooms or explored. Now that they could all understand and be understood it wasn’t so daunting to talk to others on the ship. It was getting close to lunch time, so Ash was starting to get hungry.
Before he could stand he paused as the bathroom door opened. Inside was his pink and blue haired beauty in a French maid costume. A smile crept up his face. She must really want that New Person Multiplier.
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“Oh,” she said in an exaggerated French accent. “My lord, I did not see you there,” she said. Her voice was a little more nasally on the vowels, but it was a good Americanized rendition of a French accent.
Her pink and blue hair was tied back in a bun. The black french maid outfit had a very short skirt that was a nice contrast to her smooth skin. The bust of the outfit was low cut. Her massive DD breasts filled it completely, and he could almost see her tiny nipples already through the bust window. He was immediately hard as he stared at her.
“It is alright,” Quin assured, forcing his gaze to the ceiling. “Go about your business.”
She bowed slightly and a white light appeared in her hand. A feather duster materialized as she bent down and began dusting the floor. Her breasts did finally spill out of the top, causing him to grow harder. The maid did not seem to notice as she turned around. Her low cut skirt showed off her hairless muff. Quin blanketed them both in Pheromones and increased his Libido. All other thoughts were out the window as she moved around the room. Dusting this or that, she switched from showing him her front or rear. His eyes were transfixed as she did so.
“Shall I make your bed?” She eventually asked.
“But I am in it,” he said after some thought. His eyes never straying from her perfectly rounded breasts.
“I will simply make it around you,” she said like it was the most obvious thing. Slowly she stood straight up and walked toward him. She pulled off the silk like sheets to reveal his naked lower half. “Myuh God,” she said as his erection straightened. “Is that normal?” She asked, her hand going to her mouth as she blushed.
“No, it's not,” he decided to say. “I think I need help relieving it.”
“Oui oui,” she said as she dropped to her knees on the bed. Her hands trembled as she reached out to grasp him. Her fingers wrapped around his member. He let out a groan. “Like this?” She asked.
“Since you are a maid, you may have to clean it first,” he said, hiding a smile. She nodded as she came closer. Slowly she pulled up the top part of the outfit over her head. The skirt stayed on. Her massive breasts ballooned out a little more as they jiggled from the motion of disrobing. She slid her legs under his knees showing off her slit and slowly moved closer to him.
Soon his lower half was on top of her lap as she sandwiched his dick between her breasts. She opened her mouth to show a glob of saliva. The maid let it drop down the head of his dick. Her saliva was as good as lube as it poured over him. The maid jostled her breasts to make sure it was evenly coated as more dripped from her mouth.
“Stay still and relax,” she said, losing the accent. Pushing her F cup breasts together she raised them, hiding the head of his dick, then dropped the melons. Slowly she repeated the process. His dick well lubricated from her spit Quin groaned happily as he let her do the work. He simply watched her beautiful face. He studied her. Blue eyes, long black eyelashes, wide cheeks that dimpled with a smile. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.
All the while as he studied her she continued to raise and lower her breasts. More spit dripping out of her mouth she picked up speed. He groaned and jerked his legs at the increased pleasure. It wasn’t long until her tiny nipples were jumping up and down as the melons bounced. He couldn’t help but stare at them, and soon it began to build. At the base of his dick his testicles pulled in as he began to ejaculate hard into her bosom. He groaned as he relaxed letting the involuntary spasms happen on their own.
White globs of his semen soon coated the bottom of her chin and the top of her breasts. As his reddened dick recovered she let it out of her cleavage trap as she began scooping up the ejaculate. “Mmm coffee,” she whispered as she took the first ones in. “Just what I needed.”
Once she had taken in the close semen all that was left was on her massive breasts. She slowly picked one up and brought it to her face, licking the semen off of it. When she got to her own nipple and licked it he groaned as he became harder somehow. Quin let her finish her work. There was no cum left, but she continued licking her own breasts. Her eyes locked with his, she knew exactly what she was doing to him.
“Does anywhere else need cleaning?” She asked.
“I think you’re very dirty, and need cleaning,” he said. She sat up a little so he could move out from under her jugs. He pulled his legs away but pushed her to lay at the foot of the bed. “Breasts stay as they are,” he ordered as he widened her legs.
She nodded hotly. “Yes, sir,” she rasped. His Pheromones had been at 40 for a while now, he could tell she was close.
His face was soon buried in her pussy. The tip of his nose was on her clit as his tongue explored her lower lips and she began to convulse. Her legs shook as a tiny orgasm went through her. She had put in far too much work for him to stop there though. Pulling her legs closer together he stuck his mouth to her vagina as he stared up at her. Her eyes were closed in the post-orgasm, but his arms snuck up to her tiny nipples. Pinching both at the same time he pulled them toward him as his tongue began to swirl around her clit.
Her body shook. “Yes!” She yelled as he pulled a little harder and twirled his tongue the other direction. Her legs came together more. Hovering over top of her legs simply from ab strength his mouth was still attached to the top of her pussy. He then did something he hadn’t tried before. Using Full Body Control he pushed mana into his tongue. It began to lengthen. Slowly as he felt it stretch he snaked it into her cunt. More and more he didn’t quite know what he was doing, but she loved it.
Cumming almost instantly she began to kick her legs as she squirted on his chin and neck. He let her nipples go when she finished and focused on his own tongue. She had done this more than once for him, now it was her turn to receive. His tongue just got longer. Rubbing her clit as it lengthened it snaked inside her dripping wet pussy. The bubblegum taste of her was everywhere. His strong and thick tongue searched her insides as she continued to convulse. Her legs never stopped shaking as he moved it to run along the left side, then the right. Then down the center he hooked it up. Making it scrape along the top of her vaginal walls he thought he could feel the spongy part of her G-Spot. Focusing on that she was quickly screaming and squirting once again. Too much for her, the maid pushed his head away. His long tongue was brought back into his mouth. He drew the mana back in to make it normal size.
“Shut up!” Someone yelled outside their door. Asher guessed it was Atalanta.
He looked down to his maid. She was now writhing in post pleasure, squeezing her own nipples and relaxed. He bet she would have fallen asleep if he let her. They were just beginning though. He dove deep inside her. His long dick reached further in than his tongue did, he preferred it that way.
It didn’t take long for her to recover as he pounded into her. “I fucking love you,” she said as she used her kegels on him.
“Not as much as I love you,” he said, speeding up.
“I love your dick,” she said, squeezing it as she bit her lip. “Your muscles,” she said, rubbing her hands over his chiseled pecs. “Your tongue,” she said, pulling him down into a kiss. They both enjoyed her flavor. She used her long tongue inside his mouth which made him moan in pleasure, but then pulled away. “It’s all mine,” she said, he nodded.
“This is all yours,” she said. “This dripping wet pussy,” she said with a moan, squeezing him harder still. “This mouth and throat,” she said using her hand to touch her lips then move down. He groaned as he pictured his dick in there. “These massive tits,” she said, raising them up to his face. He began licking both nipples at the same time as he came deep inside her. A small orgasm went through her as he did.
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“What’s Nerve Control?”
“Oh you saw that?” Tiff asked. Her head on his shoulder she was still in the french maid skirt. Her breasts had shrunk down to C-cups, but he idly squeezed one as they talked. “It lets me control pain or pleasure,” she admitted.
“Level 9, pretty high level,” he noted.
“I know, you’ve helped me level it up quite a bit,” she said. “If I didn’t tone it down I’d be a sputtering mess most of the time.”
“You use it with me?” He asked, a little surprised.
“I pretty much have to,” she said, slapping his chest. “Besides, I need the levels. My Lust Aura doesn’t work on you at all for the low level, so I have to use it on Zora and others to level it.”
Asher thought about it, and decided not to worry. They still had loads of sex, and she came plenty of times. “You also have STD Immunity and Fertility Control?”
“Yeah, consider my surprise when you get them at Max Level. Those low levels were a factor in me switching to girls. Now that they're higher level I don’t worry as much, and with your complete immunity I don’t worry at all.”
“I could see that,” he said. “But it’s not like just men have STDs.”
“No, but they are the only ones that can get you pregnant,” she responded.
“You know, Joon really helped me kind of weaponize my skills. I was wondering if there wasn’t something we could do for yours.”
“Like what?” She asked.
“Last question first, what’s that Empowerment skill you have?”
“Oh that gives me a buff after sex. At Level 1 I’d get a +1 to a random stat. Now at level 10 I get a +10 to a random one,” she said.
“Cool,” Asher said. He wished he had something like that. “How long does it last?”
“12 hours or so,” she said.
“Too bad, I don’t think there is anything we could do with that, but like your Nerve Control, what's the description on it?”
“Umm ‘Tired of people getting on your nerves? Control it with this,’” she said.
“Hmm, I wonder if you can’t use it on other people. I know it says your nerves, but Joon explained that a lot of these used mana and were more powerful than we thought. Just trying to think of more stuff we can all do. We will have a lot of fights ahead, and I think we should try to think outside the box.”
“Worth a shot, but I don’t know where to start,” she admitted.
“I’d like to start with Tyranis. There has to be someone that can train us. I want to figure out the rules more, but I think we should all spend this time trying to get stronger and learn our powers more.”
“Works for me,” he began to get up. “Right now?” She asked tiredly.
“Well yeah, I think we missed lunch,” he said. A white light appeared in each of her hands. One was a bag of popcorn, the other was her laptop.
“You go figure it out. My legs are still wobbly. I’m gonna take a nap,” she said as she logged onto her computer and put on a movie. Asher rolled his eyes but nodded as she began digging into the popcorn.
Outside the room the other doors were shut, but Asher didn’t want to bother anyone. Heading to the Mess Hall he was happy to see Kytor there. “Hey Kytor,” he said walking up.
“Hello Hero,” Kytor said with a smile.
“Yeah uh right,” he said. “You can just call me Asher, or Ash is fine.”
“Really?” Kytor asked excitedly. “I know a Hero by his first name, so exciting,” he said happily as he clapped his hands.
“Yeah about that. Might as well start there. Mind explaining to me what it means to be a Hero? I mean, I’m sure your people have one, right?”
“Sure,” Kytor said like it was obvious. “Every civilization has a few, I’m sure yours does too.”
“Oh yeah? Then why was I picked for the Trial of Champions?”
“You were simply the first one in a Trial. Any of the other Heros, or Stars, whatever you call them, would have been sucked away to take the Trial of Champions.”
“I did not know that,” he said as it hit him. There was probably a Movie Star, or TV Star System somewhere on his planet. Hell maybe a K-Pop Star. He wondered if they had interesting abilities like him. “Yeah, but they can be rare. Especially post-Initialization. In the beginning, planets need all the help they can get, so there are typically more then. As time goes on things usually get easier, and the need for Heroes becomes less and less. On my planet I know of one Hero for sure, but they are thousands of years old. Off planet somewhere, doing some dungeon. I doubt they’ve been home since I’ve been alive.”
“So they aren’t like king or anything?” Asher asked intrigued.
“No, not really,” Kytor explained. “When we did our Initialization some 30,000 years ago, the Guilds back then agreed to section up the planet. We were raised to a Tier II at that point, so way bigger than what anyone was used to. The guilds had their own territories. Then over the years some territories merged, and the guild leaders started passing the control of territories down in their families. Now there are about 12 territories, we call countries. Those countries have a leader, but the strongest country is the Roktai. Which is run by the Lofgrens.”
“Tyranis runs the biggest country?”
“Exactly. Some 15,000 years ago he had a Hero born in his family. They skyrocketed in levels, and eventually earned a Tier Up for the planet. That’s how we became a Tier III. After that the Lofgrens have pretty much ruled over the planet,” Kytor said.
“What have you heard about Lyola?” He asked looking around to make sure no one was there.
“The Ice Chieftess?” Kytor asked. “What about her?” He talked in a whisper now too.
Asher really needed answers, but wasn’t sure how to approach the question he had. “Uhh first, you mind telling me why you’re on the ship? Are you like beholden to the Lofgrens?”
“Goddess no. I’m still young, so I like to see the universe. I typically stay on the ship wherever it goes. Make trade deals for my family. See the sights. The Lofgrens just commissioned the ship to pick up the Burills. Most everyone here is part of the Roktai Guild, but we are only beholden to ourselves. The guild terms are quite clear on that,” Kytor said.
“Ok, can you keep a secret?” Asher asked after some thought. Kytor nodded, his chair quickly slid over. “A few months ago I was in a dungeon, and I’m pretty sure it was your planet.”
Asher paused so Kytor spoke. “Not unheard of. If that happens, locals usually get quests to leave pre-Initialized citizens alone if they’re too close.”
“Well, I kind of stumbled on this city, and ended up sleeping with this Chieftess named Lyola Lofgren,” he said. By the stunned look on Kytor’s face Asher waited for him. It wasn’t long until the laughing started. It was a high pitched laugh that Asher found especially loud in the echoing halls. “Keep it down,” Asher pleaded.
“Don’t ever tell anyone that,” Kytor said, getting serious as if he remembered something. “Walls have ears, Asher,” he said. “My Goddess, are you sure?”
“Pretty sure,” Asher said. “One of my skills tells me people I’m close with, and her name is on it. Besides, she had the Roktai sigil plastered everywhere in her building.”
“Don’t say her name, whatever you do,” Kytor warned. “Her fiance is on board as you saw yesterday. They’ve been engaged for nearly a decade now.”
“How was I supposed to know that?” Asher asked. “I didn’t even know space travel was really that plausible until recently.”
“You couldn’t have, but you should know they’re Blood Elves. I’m not one for stereotypes, but with Blood Elves it’s usually true. They’ve been known to eat their kills, humanoid or not. They especially like blood and violence. Do you have any idea who the Burills are?” Asher shook his head. “They are the worst of the worst. I heard the Burills usurped the throne from their last ruler. Killed them all in the night. Then killed everyone related to the throne. Even people related to the slaves. Their planet just happened to be on a huge supply of mana rich stones that was only found around that time. The Burills took power, and made millions of Syscos off of it.”
“Jeez,” Asher said. Now he was dealing with huge corporations worth of Syscos.
“I don’t know much about their son Fetince, but if he perceives you as a threat, he could challenge you to a Death Duel,” Kytor warned.
“I’ve done a few duels,” Asher admitted. “And only one Life or Death Duel. Are they common?”
“You’ve fought to the death?” Asher nodded. “Sorry, that's just rare on my planet. But you are a Hero,” he said like that explained everything. “No, they aren’t common at all. There are Honor Duels that typically include Sysco wagers to appease the grievance, but Death Duels are a whole other matter. The person calling for it sets the terms, and if someone declines they’re labeled a coward for the rest of their life. The System admires strength and typically people that deny a Death Duel are never given another quest. You, as a Hero, thrive on quests, so you can never deny one. Not only that, but he is way higher level than you.”
“How high?” Asher asked.
“42,” Kytor admitted in a whisper.
“Is that a lot?” Asher asked. “I was expecting like level 80.”
“Yes, that’s a lot,” Kytor said with a sigh. “That's a 12 level difference.”
“Well I mean, I have a lot of titles,” Asher admitted. “Do you think he has any?”
“He might have one or 2. I mean, I’m sure a lot of his levels were from immobilized mobs, but still. How many titles do you have?”
“5 now I think,” Asher admitted.
“5!?” Kytor asked. “How many years have you had your System?”
“Like 6 months,” he admitted.
“Months? As in 30 day cycle months?” Kytor asked. “My Goddess, a part of me envies you, and another part of me does not. You must have nearly died so many times,” he said. “I saw your Trial, but still. Listen, I am level 40, and I’m 600 years old. I am a higher level than most because I don’t mind traveling. The people on my planet get a System around the 100 year age, we do a quest every now and then, but we ignore levels. How are you level 30 in only 6 months? That tells me you should really cut back on the Hero work. You’re going to die quickly. 1 out of 10 of my people has a fighting System, and they’ll go dungeon diving, and level a little faster, but we have millenia to look forward to, so no one pushes it.”
“Been kind of flying by the seat of my pants,” Asher said. “Heck, I never held a sword until a few months ago,” he admitted. That seemed to hurt Kytor to hear. “Look, we kind of strayed off topic. So you’re saying just ignore Lyola and hope the problem goes away?”
Kytor nodded. “Not only is Lyola the eldest daughter, she has also broken over 10 other engagements. She is known as the Eternal Maiden because she is so picky. How you got into her pants I don’t know, but you better pray Tyranis doesn’t find out,” he added. “It could be a major concern if he knew his daughter was unfaithful to her fiance.”
Asher gulped. The pit in his stomach grew more. “Problem for another day,” Asher whispered. “Thanks Kytor, I assume you won’t have a problem keeping the secret.”
“I wish you hadn’t told me in the first place. I struck a pretty good deal for my family with the Burills,” Kytor said sadly.
“Sorry. Um, have you seen any of my companions?” He asked.
“You should-” Kytor said then stopped. He slipped into business mode immediately. “Have you ever looked at the Communication tab at the System store?”
“I did once, but it only had some phones,” Asher said thinking back. “After your admission about the Store and Syscos, I’m glad I didn’t buy any.”
“I bet,” Kytor admitted. “Now that you’re Initialized there should be mana phones. They’ll help you communicate with most anyone.” A white light appeared in his hand. What appeared was what resembled a phone that was paper thin. It looked more like a System Screen than a phone. Kytor turned it to him, there was a call and text icon, pushing each there were a bunch of names Asher didn’t know how to read. “Every group needs a way to talk. These are Comms. I never leave home without it.”
“How does it work?”
“Ambient mana. This will work on up to a Tier IV planet. Link them to other Comms and you can contact them most anywhere as long as they are on the same planet.”
Asher marveled at it. This was just what he needed. “How much?”
“2,000,” Kytor answered.
“Syscos?!”
“No, 2,000 Elantontrin Standard. So 1 Sysco,” Kytor said.
“And they’ll let me call any other Comms close enough?” He asked. Kytor nodded. “How much are they in the System Store?”
“About 200 Syscos,” he said with a wicked smile.
“Well hell. I’ll take 1,000,” he said. He needed a lot for the guild when he got back, and they didn’t appear to take much room at all. Besides, he wouldn’t feel bad selling them for 2 Syscos a piece.
Kytor sputtered, “I don’t have that many! I can get more on Elantontrin of course.”
“Fine with me,” Asher said. “How about 11 for now?” 11 paper thin screens appeared on the table. Asher sent Kytor all 11 Syscos with a smile.
Kytor gave him a quick rundown on how to use it. All he really needed was to attune the Comm to him with some mana. Then to link it to another Comm he would have to hold it close to another linked Comm while channeling mana into it. Soon Ash had Kytor’s Comm ID saved on his own.
“Now, what can you tell me about Sound Dampening Items?” Asher asked when they finished.
