Alpha Realm (OP.MC.|Harem|NSFW)

Name: Aizel Kadashi | Age: 19 | Level: 15

Title: Bronze-rank Hunter (D+)

SE: 0 | HP: 305

Race: Crimson Were-Dragon

Bonded Souls: Lisa Kadashi

"Are you okay with that?" Lisa asked Aizel as they saw Vanessa disappear into a tent with a Husky-looking Were-Doge inside his tent. He was as tall as Vanessa, so slightly taller than the average height for a male on Geas.

Had heterochromic eyes, one light blue and the other brown. A long tail like the guild were-doge he made moan to get his bronze tags. And two pointy ears on his head instead of human ones at its sides.

He looked way older than her, and carried himself with pride.

"I'm actually relieved; I was feeling really guilty about leading her on… I didn't li— well, you know I didn't lie when I said that I liked her as a friend. I won't deny that it does hurt my pride a little, but I have all I need in you."

"He's going to knot her as you did me; her eyes are going to roll inside her head as his bulge grows inside her, and he fills her with disgusting were-dog cum."

"I know what you are trying to do, and It's not working. If that is what it takes for her to get over me and I stop feeling guilty, so be it. But I do not want to stay here and hear her doing it, so… are you ready to go do some cleanup?"

"Fine, you are no fun…" She pouted.

"By the way, why were you acting all high and mighty again? I thought you hated that."

"Well, when you told us your plan to 'make an entrance' to establish a 'power structure,' so we did not have to deal with rank and gremlin-shit. I got into it… As I said before. I love to feel powerful. Smelling them getting aroused as you kissed me, knowing they would never have me, and seeing you ordering everyone around as if you were a Mithril. Really got me horny. Almost as much as seeing Vanessa try to suck you off even after saying she did not like to share… So. It was different. I was someone who only you could possess; your power was my power; I was not a 'holy' tool for the Temple."

~nh

"Yeah, fuck that, let's go," Aizel said after they heard Vanessa start her little adventure with the old dog. Dragon senses were sometimes a curse rather than a blessing. "This is karma for last night." Aizel continued.

"It would be, if it was not something you could have prevented, I assure you that you can just go in there and—"

"Bye!" Aizel said as he got airborne and headed straight for the hobgoblin getting closer to the camp.

"Ugh. Wait for me!" She followed after.

—

They flew at high speed to the hobgoblin; it was over faster than Aizel could get Vanessa wet.

He flew in and used (Poltergeist) to drive two daggers in front of him. They got stuck inside the hobgoblin's eyes, and with a measured hit with (Focus), and using (Telekinesis) to control the massive War Hammer with precision. The daggers buried themselves inside the hobgoblin's skull.

Before the hobgoblin hit the floor, the group of four goblins turned to Aizel as he landed. One of them got its head exploded like a watermelon with a single swing.

Without losing momentum, he swung the hammer around and buried its spike side inside another from the top down.

"Hey! I'm supposed to be training!" Lisa yelled as she landed behind the fight.

The goblins must have heard her, smelled her, and got instantly hard as their disgusting members lifted their loincloths like a tent and then revealed themselves to her.

"Ew! You disgusting shits!" She yelled and went berserk.

Aizel almost felt bad for the poor things; he was expecting her to have a hard time with them because of what she said before, how she would never dare to jump into the forest alone. But she was still a level 72 with more than two thousand MP after Aizel moved her Soul energy to it. She also had (Focus); even if it was not as strong as his, it was more than enough for goblins.

She cut the dick of one with the tip of her spear. It flew like a rotting cucumber. Then she stabbed his heart with deadly precision, and just in case, with a flip of her spear she cut its neck from ear to ear.

The second goblin got the eunuch treatment. Lisa cut his balls with medical accuracy, even peeling the skin of the base of his dick in the process. Aizel knew that was on purpose, then stabbed the screaming mouth of the goblin, and her spear pierced all the way to his neck.

"Fuck, woman! Remind me never to piss you off… Was the emasculation necessary?" Aizel asked.

"No. It was demanded; they dared to show me a twisted version of your magnificent dick. A foul imitation, an unho—"

"Stop, please…"

"(Sharpen) please!" She demanded.

With a purple burst of flame, her spear was back in top condition.

He grabbed three goblins and the hobgoblin with (Poltergeist), and she grabbed the last goblin with (Mana Hand), and they went back to the camp.

When they arrived, they just dropped them in the middle of the camp. There was a large area designated for dumping them, there was another for harvesting, and a last one for cremation.

"Argo, tell the bronzes to remove my daggers from the hobgo before you store it. Don't bother with cleaning them; I'll get them after my next run"

"Next run?" Argo asked.

"Yeah? Night's young. The Gates of hell are going to burst with gobos tonight." Aizel said and flew away with Lisa.

—

Name: Vex | Age: 32 | Level: 39

Title: Silver-rank Hunter (B-)

SE: 4 | HP: 127 | MP: 90

Race: Were-Dog

"~Aizel!" Vanessa screamed.

She had been with her eyes closed the entire time, but this was his limit. "Limpia." Vex said, and an iridescent shine he cleaned her body, at least what the little he did would probably be smelled by the Dragon.

'I just hope he's not the torturing type. Sometimes the hunter's vow is a curse; he might not kill me, but there are things worse than death.'

"I'm sorry," She said.

"It's all right…" Vex said. He had heard stories of stuff like this happening, and even mocked others who were heartbroken for it.

"Am I going to have to worry about an angry dragon now?" Vex asked.

"Shouldn't you have thought about that before…" Vanessa asked.

"I did, but that was before you screamed his name…" He said in a conflicted tone.

"I said I'm sorry… but thanks. Now I think that I know what I want." She said.

"A Dragon filling you up every day?"

"I want… you." She said.

"You just screa—"

"I know! And I'm sorry… But now my mind is clear. I was too young when we were together. I— I want to try again, if you can deal with my fuck-up." Vanessa said, filled with determination.

"I don't know… But I won't deny that. I want you. The real you. If you can promise me that you will never, ever, fuck me again with your eyes closed, maybe. I can 'deal' with it…" Vex said.

He was conflicted; on the one hand, he was a young pup again when he was with her. She was insanely beautiful, young, strong, and would probably surpass his rank in no time. On the other hand, he would have to compete with a Dragon that was not even trying. And even going the other way. And somehow, still winning.

"I… I promise…"

Thump!

"What the fuck is that?" Vanessa said

"You even speak like him now."

"Enough… I'm serious, it sounded close."

"It's been going on for a while now; either I'm a god of sex, or you were so deep in your own mind to notice"

"I was thinking… of him. But I would not have been able to be over him if it wasn't for you, so stop it. I-I no longer want him; I want you. I'm s~serious… And I'm also serious about that sound. Why haven't you checked?"

"And lose my chance to have you? The Dragon himself would have to come in and kill me to make me stop"

"Can you please stop talking about him!? I was supposed to be the one who was into him, but now I think you want him to mount you…"

"I've always swung both ways." He shrugged.

"Are you serious?"

"About being Bi? Yes. About you know who? No, I was just being petty."

Thump! Thump! Thump!

"Seriously, get dressed; the last thing we need is to be ambushed by a shaman," Vanessa said

They got dressed and walked out of Vex's tent. It was a nice tent; it was an expensive tent, and now it would become either the place an old love flared, or where he vowed to kill all dragons.

—

What they saw was hard to describe.

"Did you drug me?" Vex asked.

"I was going to ask something similar… Does that guy not know the meaning of the word restraint?"

"This's your boyfriend's doing?" He asked.

"Who else can fly, kill a gobo, and drop them in, as if the camp was their slaughterhouse?" Vanessa said.

"You didn't deny it."

"It's you who keeps bringing him up," Vanessa said dismissively.

There was a pile of goblins on one side of the camp; next to it, the bronzes worked like madmen to harvest everything they could. Then the silvers threw whatever remained to another side, where the dirt was black and charred.

Thump! Thump!… Thump!

"Igni!"

Three more corpses fell to the pile as the dragon dropped them in and flew away. Then the angel also flew by without stopping and burned the pile of harvested remains.

"The moon smiles on us today, Vex! Come here and join the fun!" Argo yelled from the harvest pile. He was euphoric. His clothes and skin were tainted with black blood as he stabbed the corpse of a goblin with hate, dug inside, pulled the small mana crystal, and threw it into a bucket filled with claws, fangs, and crystals.

At another table, there was a silver taking notes in haste of everything being harvested. Beside him was a Jar of containment filled with goblin testicles and eyes.

Another tent had garlands where new ears were being added.

"How long were we in your tent?" Vanessa asked.

Vex had no Idea; he was enjoying her, even knowing what she was doing, so he looked up at the sky.

"Long enough to cook a chicken?" He said with a shrug.

"How…" Vanessa asked

"Aren't you supposed to be the dragon expert?"

"I never saw him hunt. I met him yesterday…"

Vex just looked at her in shocked disbelief.

"I thought he had been with you for more than a week… At the least!"

"~no…"

— — —

Name: Aizel Kadashi | Age: 19 | Level: 17

Title: Bronze-rank Hunter (D+)

SE: 0 | HP: 314

Race: Crimson Were-Dragon

Bonded Souls: Lisa Kadashi

It was the morning of his 18th day on Geas.

Last night had been an unholy party of morbid proportions. Lisa and Aizel had a small competition going on over who could make the most creative kill while still keeping the bodies intact enough for a proper harvest. The little savage angel had won, and that was even after he skinned one alive and asphyxiated it with its own hide. He would never tell anyone what she had done to surpass that.

Then, Argo's brotherhood started a feast. Deez Nerd was right. Purify turned monster meat into normal meat. It was gamey and tough. However, these savages were so adept at preparing it. That it tasted like an unholy and delightful mix of steak, pork, and seafood. Lisa and Aizel stuffed themselves and went to release the little HP he had left inside his tent.

The party was so loud, and the smell of meat, ash, and blood was so thick. He went hard on Lisa again. Not bothering to see if they could be heard. They could not hear them much over the noise, so they did not care.

Aizel woke up in the middle of the morning, a few hours before noon. They were breaking camp and would begin moving again towards Redvelia. He stretched with a yawn once he got dressed and left the tent after giving it a good (Purify) pass with Lisa in hand.

"Sir. Aizel, Good morning," Argo said.

"The fuck? Why, sir?" Aizel asked.

"Gold ranks are given the noble title of knight," Lisa explained

"I'm bronze, though"

"In name only, after yesterday's… Harvest, extermination? Whatever you call removing all the goblin population in a large area." Argo began explaining himself. "It's clear that you and your wife are at least Gold ranks"

He was about to say that they were not really married in the traditional sense. But Lisa squeezed his shoulder and bit her lip as she stared at him with her diamond eyes. "Whatever. Are you ready to move? Can you get someone to pack our shit? I already cleansed it, so don't worry about them smelling or stepping on cum"

"Right away, Sir. I still lead my brotherhood, but we will be in your care… Do you need refreshments?"

"Only some water; we ate way too much last night," Lisa replied for them.

"What she said, I'll go do an overpass before we leave. I doubt there's anything around after last night's wails, but it never hurts to be sure."

"Yes, Sir." Argo turned around and went to order his bronzes to pack their tent and bedrolls while bringing them large waterskins himself.

Vanessa was all over the husky guy, so he guessed the plan succeeded, so he left her be. He and Lisa did a quick pass on the forest, and it was clear of monsters all the way to Redvelia, in the path that he wanted to use to travel south.

He had no clue how many goblins they killed; he just knew that he got two levels from the hunt and some SE after the level-up, plus the skill re-acquiring technique. They had to test if Lisa could do it too; she had not leveled up, but it would take her at least a few Orc shamans' worth of experience to do that.

That was one of the benefits of being a priestess; she was just taken in large groups to leech on experience to level up, but that did not mean that she was not a fighter. After last night, she had proven that her bloodlust was as high as his, so he had no complaints about her.

"Hey, you scouted the route?" Vanessa asked as she came walking towards them; the husky guy was walking at her side, just a little behind her. As if using her as a shield.

"Yeah, no green fucks all the way to Redvelia in our path. I doubt they will even come back for a while."

"Hey, husky, who was the nerd that was taking notes on the corpses?" Aizel told Vanessa's new pet.

"Hush~key?" the Were-Dog asked.

"I don't know your name, bud," Aizel told the Were-doggo.

"Oh, sorry. Sir. It escaped my mind. My name is Hunter Vex, Silver Rank." Vex told Aizel while standing straight.

"Huh, Fancy. At ease, Hunter. You outrank me, so just call me Aizel."

"Yes, S— Understood," Vex said without relaxing. "The man in question is called Arth. He is a Silver ranker; he kept note of everything harvested from the Goblinoids. You will find him behind the camp, guarded by Musketeer Videx"

"Right! There was a musketeer here. Come, Lis!" Aizel just went past Vanessa and Vex, running like a little kid on Christmas.

"See, he did nothing. You are still breathing," Vanessa said. Lisa and Aizel could hear them perfectly, but Aizel was too focused on trying to find the Rifle.

"Barely… The wind was on his back…" Vex replied.

"Why do you like muskets so much?" Lisa asked with genuine curiosity.

"They are engineered death, the equalizers, tamed chaos, and my first love," Aizel said with glee.

"You sound like Morph" Lisa replied as she looked at him with furrowed brows.

Aizel almost said 'Who?' and then remembered the pantie sniffer clerk with a foot fetish, whose only redeeming quality was his shared love for firearms.

"I'm not going to apologize. They are one of the few good things that other heathens, aka Realm travelers, left behind."

"Really? Oh, that's right! The descendants of the first true emperor hired an inventor based on what he wrote! They are… were from your world?" Lisa asked.

"Probably. It's not that hard of a concept to come up with, but it's too much of a coincidence."

They reached the musketeer who was with the silver bookkeeper, who was still taking inventory of the harvest, or making a recount. Aizel really did not care at that moment.

"Hey, musketeer, can I see that musket?" Aizel asked once they reached him.

Lisa ignored her geeking lover and just went to check the collected monster parts log.

"Sorry, sir. Not unless you can recite the musketeer commandments from memory, right now."

'Commandments? Maybe it's rules of firearms, like the Nerd said, when in doubt…'

"Never point it at anything you are not willing to kill. Always know what's behind it. Bullets bounce… Keep your finger off the trigger until you are ready to shoot, and always handle every… musket as if it was loaded… Never look down the barrel?"

"A— Are you a musketeer, sir?" Musket-man asked.

"Not officially… Can I see it now?" Aizel asked as he was impatiently bouncing on his feet.

"Y- Yes. Please be mindful; it is fully loaded, and each shot is expensive, but I guess you already knew that?"

The man offered his rifle with a trained motion, with the barrel pointing at the sky, and Aizel took it with reverence and respect.

It was a lever action, alright, just longer; the loading gate had an iridescent blue bullet instead of bronze gold, its little butt peeking out, begging him to fuck it with the trigger.

There were some interesting things too. The iron sights were a fluorescent blue. The metal of the gun was a dark blue. There was no hammer in the back or anywhere to be seen, and there were golden lines that pulsated with mana that only those with the means to see it could probably know it was there.

'What a fucking beauty…'

He was a bit crazy, but was not stupid enough to start shooting and lose the trust of the only man that had let him touch a rifle… Musket.

"How much is each bullet going for these days?" Aizel asked as he admired it.

"A thousand silver, each, sir." The musketeer replied.

"That's not too bad. What speed do they travel at?" Aizel asked, not bothering to do the math in his mind.

Aizel placed the butt of the gun against his shoulder; it was like riding a bike, except for the fact that he could use his eyes as a lens and zoom in better than with any earthling optic.

He needed one. It didn't matter that it was a losing game since each bullet was worth the same as the crystal of an Orc Shaman. Or the entire perfectly preserved body of a hobgoblin and half a goblin, or perhaps even more.

"I— I'm not sure, sir. I only know that they can reliably kill up to tier 4 monsters like orcs, but the cost is higher than you would get from it. You handle it like an expert; where were you trained?"

"I'm self-taught," Aizel replied. In reality, it was his father and cousins that taught him how to use a firearm, but he doubted people used them as a hobby in this place. Lisa was quick to point out his lie.

"~lying Dragon." Lisa covered her mouth as she whispered, getting all red with her long ears twitching a little.

"If it was anyone else, I would call gremlin-shit on that… with respect, sir. But after yesterday, I'm sure you are one of the few that can afford it."

"I have so many questions about it…" Aizel said.

Thankfully, Lisa came to the rescue before he spoke himself into a hole.

"I saw the total; as of right now, we have around 650 silver. It will probably be half that once all is spread by the two parties, but yeah, we are not so broke anymore"

"That's not even a bullet… Are you up to going deeper?" He asked Lisa.

"The day I say no to that question is the day you can put me down." She said; the silver accountant almost choked, and the musketeer was frozen in place.

He returned the musket to the frozen man, who thankfully grabbed it without taking his eyes off hers.

"Right back at you. But seriously, not back and forth, just for medium crystals from hobgos and maybe bring a corpse or two back."

"Yes, but not tonight. We need to try the thing." She said, referring to the skill reacquiring.

The two men thought they were still talking dirty and stood in silent shock, so Aizel just played with them. He manifested his dragon tail, horns, and scales and pulled her in by the waist.

"Are you sure you are up for it? You could never go back from it." Referring to the skill that would be the test subject to delete.

"For you… I will give it all I have." All her efforts to get back the skill.

He pulled her up by her ass, and she clamped to him with her athletic legs, locking her ankles behind him after wiggling a bit. They stared at each other for a moment; she pulled herself to his height by using his horns and gave him a deep kiss.

The two men just stared in disbelief. Aizel did not know if they had a thing for her since most hunters had to see her at some point, be it registering, at the Joint store, or just for formalities that involved revealing the truth.

He hoped they did. Not because he was into it. But because she was. The little devil disguised as an angel was already wet, and he could smell her through the blood-filled dirt that soaked with more than thirty goblins' worth of grime over a few hours, based on the amount of silver.

They walked and kissed and went deeper in the forest.

"So that's what it takes to court an Angel?" They heard the accountant ask.

"Can you blame her…" The musketeer said.

"Oh right, I forgot you liked it in the back. How is he from your—"

They tuned them out and began talking among themselves; it was nothing new to them.

"So, do we do it now or at night?" Lisa asked.

"I mean. Have you decided yet?" Aizel asked back.

"I think (Spark) should be alright… I wouldn't miss it; I have better skills that do the same, like (Fire Burst)"

"Is not just about not missing it… You need to be able to understand the skill on a deep level, and remember how it feels for you to cast its effects even without the skill, just with (Infuse)."

"Wait, what? What do you mean cast it with (Infuse)?"

"It's hard to explain… Do a fire burst. Like a small one… no wait, let's fly further from the camp; no need to scare them."

They found a secluded spot where they had eyes on the camp from a mound, and Lisa began to cast her skill into the air.

"Igni!" As she said the words, Aizel began to use (Focus) and saw it through his dragon eyes.

The skill used the air—like when he flew—to draw in oxygen. It vibrated the mana itself to create heat, and then, with some more mana as fuel, it created a looping reaction that burned mana with mana and air. And a burst of fire was created. He stopped focusing and let her finish.

"Okay, look at my skills," Aizel said.

"They are the same as when we met, just with minor differences," Lisa responded. She could see his skills and stats just by using their bond, just like he could hers, even if that was not supposed to be how (Bind) worked. He should only be able to see her name, stats, and title, not her skills. And she should not be able to see anything from him.

"Okay, let me see… I will say out loud what I'm doing, but try to alternate your normal perception with focus and your angel eyes"

"Aura eyes," She corrected, and he ignored her. He loved to see the small burst of pleasure that his lack of acknowledgment sent through her; the little slut loved it.

Aizel used a (Focus) just enough, so his eyes could see the small changes in the aura, air, and temperature. Then he used (Infuse) to spread his aura in front of him; she used her wand as a guide, but his extended arm would do.

'I need to get a wand; it looked like it concentrated her mana on its tip.'

He vibrated the air as he did the food with (Cook). Balancing the air intake to pass through the stream of air. They were still on separate planes and not interacting with each other. Then, he fed it some (Condensate) mana, like he did when he evolved his (Spectral Hand) to (Poltergeist), since it bridged the aura energy with the physical world.

A burst of red flames shot forwards in front of his hand.

'No wonder I could not create it before; the skills work with each other to create new combinations'

〔 System: Basic Active Skill (Fire Burst) Acquired. 〕

He kept pushing; the skill reminded him of rockets, and he wanted afterburners.

'Rockets are nothing but a stream of shit spewing out at high speeds, and as Newton's legacy says, if it breathes, it breeds… Wait —that's not it?'

〔 Notice: Advanced skill usage detected.

► Basic Active Skill (Fire Burst) evolved.

► Advanced Active Skill (Fire Stream) Acquired. 〕

The fire stream was hot, but that heat was just waste in his heathen opinion.

'Why is the fire heating up everything? We made you our bitch a long time ago… behave like one'

He used (Barrier) to force the stream to stop wasting heat; he remembered afterburners, how they used a chamber to create a second stage of combustion. The (Barrier) began to push him back, and he needed to use (Telekinesis), (Poltergeist), and increase the HP usage of (Barrier) to anchor himself to the ground.

〔 Notice: Complex skill usage detected.

► Advanced Active Skill (Fire Stream) evolved.

► Complex Active Skill (Fire Howl) Acquired. 〕

A stream of conic flames whistled before him, and he remembered a certain movie where the main character hit the roof. Because now he was flying back into the forest. He stopped using his new skill, and thankfully they were over the canopy, and he did not crash against a tree, and managed to stabilize himself in the air with his wings, and descend with grace. He would not like to look like a fool in front of his lover.

"You fool! What did you do?… That skill, how the F— You know what, don't even tell me. If you want to kill yourself with fire, have at it; I will go back to fucking little dicks at the Temple."

'Why is she mad?'

— — —

She was mad because, from her Point Of View. Her lover just acquired a skill in less time than it took Kira to take off her ring, then proceed to evolve it twice, and then, as the skill name said. A focused stream of fire shot in front of him, roaring and howling like an ancient dragon, as he flew back at heathen speeds into the forest floor.

For the first time, he felt like an actual boyfriend with her, because it took him a lot of effort to convince her that he knew what he was doing. And this time, her truth sense did not help him, because even if he knew it would work, he did not know how or why it worked with enough precision to register as truth in her mind.

"I swear to the Sun and the Moon… If you die right now. I will become the cheapest whore you can think of, throw myself at the largest brotherhoods available as their comfort slut, use the money to hire a necromancer to summon your soul, and force you to stare at them fucking me until the Sun dies."

"…"

"I won't die, and the fact that you could utter that stream of words with a straight face is deeply concerning."

"I'm serious, Aizel. Please don't die…"

"Look at me."

Aizel took her head in his hands and stared into her.

"One day. I— no… We will teach our children how to use these skills to travel the entire planet in a single day. One day, we will look back to this moment and laugh about it."

"This is no laughing matter, Aizel. ~You moved so fucking fast… I used (Focus) - and drained my mana as fast as I could… And you were still moving. Fast."

"I know, I knew what would happen. I wanted it to happen; I just thought… Do you trust me?"

"My soul is bound to you; I trust you with my fucking soul!"

"Then please let me do it. I want— No, I need to do it"

"~Why?"

"Because—If I'm right—this world is much more dangerous than we can imagine. From the place I come from, goblins are a joke monster. The thing used to train your skills for a bit, and move on. Not these crazy animals that can rip most people to shreds before they can even react. If I'm right, and fucking hope I'm not. My predecessors created muskets for a reason. They are not fucking toys. They are not something you create for 'fun.' They are something you create to defend what you love."

"…"

"And I love you. Lisa"