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

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

Title: Silver-rank Hunter (A+)

SE: 0 | HP: 444

Race: Crimson Were-Dragon

Bonded Souls: Lisa Kadashi, Vanessa Kadashi

「 Noon, of his 21st day on Geas. 」

After a quick trip back to Redvelia—to leave Lisa and Vanessa speaking to the angel with anger issues without his presence. He was back with food and refreshments. He had also bought three wooden chairs with nice wool bottoms. Plus a wooden table. He had taken one of the smallest rings of holding the man carried as his wergild. It stored about nine cubic hobgoblins. It had a lot of shit in it that Aizel threw on the old Angel's other rings.

Lisa had gotten her spending habits from her old man. Since he used them as a way of sorting his stuff. Instead of getting a new one once he ran out of space. Like a normal person.

Grand Hunter Lord Salmizael. Aka Pops. For the fam. Was stupidly attractive. He got all warm and fuzzy inside. When both Vanessa and Lisa said that he was even hotter. Because this dude was pushing five hundred and looked amazing.

Lisa was like his 47th child—that he knew of—but the first one that inherited his immortal race. So he loved her above his own biologically immortal self. As proven. Since he fought until a normal enemy would have put him down.

He was slightly taller than Lisa and Vanessa. So, Aizel was much taller and wider than him. His skin was even fairer than Lisa's, and his wings were slightly larger than hers. Had a nice shredded body going for him and was dressed in the fanciest set of clothes and armor Aizel had ever seen in two worlds.

With formal-looking pants. Long-sleeved shirt. And a vest. All in a nice white with golden accents, similar to the temple. However, Lisa said that he was not part of it. And that he just liked the colors.

He had Aizel's same sense of armor because he only wore pauldrons with forearm, leg, and shin armor. All in a beaten-up metal that showed signs of use in battle. At least he had his scales to justify that. Because Pops' overreliance on (Barrier), plus his stupidly inefficient use of mana, had been his downfall in the end.

Pops also had a pair of leather leg satchels on each side of his legs, and a really nice pair of tall boots. Vanessa had to tackle him to stop him from taking them from him. Saying slanderous words like 'they do not even fit you' and other lies. As if mister shoemaker back in Redvelia could not make them fit with enough silvery persuasion.

He was back, and they were sitting at a nice table that made what he had just bought look like something you found on the side of the road. He was about to also commandeer that when Lisa spoke up. Breaking his trance.

"So, Dad. This is Aizel Kadashi. My lover, husband, and the man of my dreams, who I will spend the rest of my life with. So, you have three options. You can accept the fact that your favorite daughter now shares his last name and be happy for her… You can refuse to accept him, and never speak to me again. Or try and fight with him again. But this time. I will tell him not to hold back."

"That was him holding back?" Pops asked in a serious tone.

"He did not use Gokira, his daggers, or his lightning," Vanessa answered.

"By the way, Aizel. What's with your hammer having 'Kira' in its name?" Lisa asked with crossed arms.

'Even if it was named after her, isn't she a cuckquean?'

"Hm… Coincidence? I had not noticed until you mentioned it. The word is from my homeland. The combination of two things I liked; it… does not translate well. But, since the word 'Kira' is pronounced the same as her name… Why, you jelly?"

"True." Angel man said. Earning himself a stare from Vanessa and Aizel. Followed by a knowing glance towards Lisa.

"And what would you have me do, Lis? Walk to the man who used (Bind) on my daughter and say: 'Hello, mister rapist, my Name is Salmizael. Are you satisfied? Or would you also like to take my other daughters and wives?' Hmm?" Grand… Pops said. Before she could answer Aizel's question about whether she was jealous or not.

"I di—" Aizel began but was cut off.

"Do Not! Call him that. Ever. I was the one who kept pushing him. I practically begged him to take me." Lisa growled. "And besides, What? Was I supposed to keep being used by the Temple for scraps?"

"You are an immortal. You could have asked me for help! I let you work with the temple. Because I thought you were fine just saving up over time. Living an easy life in a nice town at the edge of the empire. I should have come to see where you were living."

'Hey now, from what my angel sluts tell me, most of this shitty 'empire' is like this anyways.'

"That's not the issue here, Father. I did not want to be tied to them, to you, to anyone just to have the opportunity to beg them for a simple Soul Energy assignment."

"And tying yourself to him is any better!?"

"What part of I love him do you not understand!"

"You have met him for a few days!"

"True," Aizel said, trying to be funny, and just received a punch in the head from Vanessa.

"See what I mean! What kind of evil monster would let himself be treated like that? That was just like you and Mom!" Lisa said, almost crying.

'You watching Nerd? This is the stuff you love; at least leave an SE tip, weirdo...'

"So this is my fault now?" Lisa's dad asked.

"I never said that…"

"So. I brought us some chew…" Aizel said and pulled the warm food out of the ring; it was not a timeless one. But the food was just made.

"That's my ring."

"Was," Aizel said absentmindedly.

"Excuse me? Lis, you married some thief!!"

"Bitch! This is the least I deserve after you stabbed me in the back! I wanted to take your naked ass back to the guild and keep all—"

"Aizel!" Lisa yelled.

"Sorry… Respectfully, Pops, fuck you. I understand how it must look from your perspective. But you did send a (Discharge) charged stick in between my hearts, if I was not a blood-mage, and I had a mana crystal… If I did not love your daughter. I would have taken your arms and legs, and thrown your naked ass to the closest Orc Shaman I could find."

"T-True…" Papa Angel said.

"Hearts?" Vanessa asked.

"What would have happened… if you were not a blood mage?" Lisa asked.

Aizel did not want to explain, so he just pulled a small mana crystal he had snuck out of one of Pops' rings. Charged it a little bit with (Infuse), made it float away with (Doppelgänger) since it seemed to have a stupidly long range unlike its predecessor skills, and applied a (Discharge) with the same skill.

Boom‼ A tree just exploded further into the forest. '~Our wallet…'

"And yes, Nessa. Were-Dragons have two hearts. And two dicks if you count the tail."

"The tail doesn't cum, so. No, it does not count." Vanessa stated, earning herself a raised brow from Papa Angel.

'Bitch, you said Wives! And have children for days! Do not play the prude father card. Lisa also says that you have an army of sexy maids back home…'

"Dad. He's keeping the ring… And if you do not want your only immortal daughter to stop calling you father… You will apologize to my husband. Right. Now."

"I am sorry, Aizel. I should have investigated more before attacking you. And you could have killed me, even at your age, rank, and low stats compared to me. It was coming from a place of love." Papa Angel said, earning himself brownie points.

"It's all water under the bridge, Pops. Now, who's hungry?"

— — —

"So. That sword…" Aizel began, once they were done eating and making small talk.

"You are not taking the sword," Papa said, in a papa tone.

"No-no, that's not what I meant…"

"Lie~" The angel duo replied.

"…"

"How does it?…"

"It's called Sword of Resonance. It uses the Five Principles of Mana to bypass any defense. It takes decades to master. And you can't have it."

"~Hmm," Aizel moaned dejectedly.

"But. I can teach you. For the day your broke dragon newt ass can afford one."

"Not nice."

"It's the name of your stage in life; I saw your age."

"I still resent it."

"Do you want to learn or not?"

"This dragon newt accepts your mentorship."

"Okay, get up."

"Lis, Nessa. Take your spears, Lis. Show Nessa the basics of the weapon."

"…"

"What?" Aizel said to Papa Angel, who was staring at him.

"The way you behave makes no sense."

"You get used to it," Said Lisa, as she and Vanessa began to do basic drills that did not look anything like the staff, spear, or lance kata Aizel knew.

"Aizel, shouldn't we go get our new tags? Kira did say to arrive after noon with time to spare. She will get angry if we are late." Vanessa asked.

"You really think Kira can get angry at him? She probably wanted the extra time to suck his dick or something." Lisa said, and surprisingly, Pops did not react. Vanessa just shrugged and resumed training.

Salmi-whatever - Pops pulled a wooden sword and offered it to Aizel.

"No big boy toys?"

"This sword…" Mister Angel said as he threw the wooden sword in the air for Aizel to catch. "Can cut an Aetherium sword, in the hands of a master."

"Aethere what now?"

"Lis, is this kid just playing idiot with me?"

"No. Just treat him like one; he will disappoint you." Lisa said, confusing both men.

"What?" They asked in unison, and glanced at each other.

"Just ignore what you consider ignorance or stupidity. Later on, you will understand." Lisa 'clarified.'

Aizel held the short gladius-looking wooden sword; the blade portion was loose, as if the hilt was hollow and the blade was loosely attached to it. Every time Aizel shook it, it bounced on the hilt with a little 'Tic' sound, when it hit the hilt.

"It wiggles." Tic-Tic-Tic…

"Anyway… The first principle is called Rhythm" The old angel began to explain, ignoring Aizel. "Everything has a rhythm, from the surrounding breeze that moves the leaves and grass, to the beating of your heart… hearts. Your hearts have a constant thump-thump, thump-thump. That's their rhythm, it is stable, constant, only changing in intensity from time to time… Then there is the rhythm in the way a blade of grass moves; it wiggles in the wind, wildly, and without a predictable pattern"

'Then, by definition, the blade of grass, does not, in fact, have a rhythm, Pops.'

He (Infuse) his mana into the metal blade, and it began to sing in the wind for a moment, before it became silent, only whistling when he moved it. It behaved like an ultrasonic knife to cut bread.

"This is the first principle. Find the Rhythm of your blade"

"Huh, can I see yours from up close?"

"Sure."

Aizel got close and pushed (Focus), alternating its intensity and seeing into the flow of mana from the blade like he did with his aura and skills, or others.

'His mana behaves like both an engine, and the oil at the same time, the blade acts like a piston, but since the blade, even in his sword, is loose around the hilt. What he's referring to as 'rhythm' is the frequency that makes it act like an ultrasonic knife.

It will not cut shit, because it would be impossible to align its edge, since it does not only move vertically, but also a little bit to the sides, on its parallel axis. But I saw it in action… And he's my mentor, and I know he has a plan. After Lis's ultimatum, he couldn't afford to not care. So, after a century and then some, I am once again the student…'

Aizel used (Focus) and (Infuse), slowly making his red aura fill the hilt, just like he filled the girls after a good fuck. Letting it all sink into every nick of the hilt.

Once it was well stuffed with his juice. He began to circulate it. Using the strength of the flow of his aura to move the blade inside the hilt. The aura was not physical. And it could not fully move the blade; it needed help to breach the ravine of the auric realm into the physical one. He gave it a little help with (Doppelgänger), fixing the badly carved inside and bottom of the blade, adding tiny bearings and other mechanisms. He was no engineer. But in his era. Simple levers, gears, and whatnot that could create a simple motion, where just the homework of an easy grade elective.

The wooden blade began to move around. He modified the viscosity of the aura. Tuning it so it condensed into the physical, exactly as the blade desired, just as the moans and inner contractions of a woman told him how to move. The sound the blade guided him to achieve was the soundless frequency Pops could. From hitting the sides and making a cracking sound each time it hit the edges, as if he was hurting her. To the silent moan of taking her to the edge of pleasure.

He moved the sword, and it made a wrenching noise; it hated being moved, but a sword was not something to stay still. He also lost focus on his perfect aura contraption, so it was not the right solution.

Little by little, he removed pieces of (Doppelgänger) just using the skill to control the viscosity. It needed to become second nature; he needed to find the right frequency of his cycling aura, the right balance of viscosity and frequency. He moved around like an idiot, letting her tell him when he was going in the right direction, then. Once he could move it around and swing it without her complaining. He had found her rhythm.

"Huh!… Now that was a good sweat. What now, pops?"

"…"

"Pops."

"…"

"Yo, pops! There's no way this bitch cuts Aetherererere. It can't even cut a wet turd without sending shit everywhere."

"Lis!"

"Dad!"

"Aizel!"

"Nessa!"

'We just did a Shrek without trying!… Mom, Dad. I've found my people.'

"Did you see that!?" The old-not-old angel said to his daughter.

"I told you. Keep working; we need to do other stuff later."

After the old man relaxed from his euphoric high, he explained the second Principle, and it was also the second time that he almost gave the man a heart attack. He might be biologically immortal, but those are dangerous.

His explanation boiled down to: Principle número dos. Sharpness. Mana/Aura aligns and maintains the edge at a microscopic level so it stays razor-sharp forever, even after nicks or heavy use. Works on any edged tool/weapon, not just resonating ones. The edge is always at peak sharpness; it doesn’t dull or deform.

Luckily for Aizel, and to the detriment of the old angel's sanity, there's a skill for that, of the same name, that Lisa abused more than his dick.

"How…"

"You just explained how, Pops. Mana or in my case '~blood-maná,' aligns—"

"That's not what I meant, and you know it!"

"I came up with it a while back; I thought I was being original, but no. Some other heathen had already taken the skill's virginity and even gave her a name; in my opinion, a better name would—"

"Third principle!"

— — —

It boiled down to other simple things: Alignment, Temper and Echo. Alignment meant that you used the flat side of the blade to create a magnetic field. (Discharge) made short work of that, even on wood; then you (Infuse) your target and do the same to them. (Doppelgänger) came in for the win on that part, and align your edge perfectly by fucking with the fields, all the time.

Temper was a really hard one, but with (Barrier). Pops said that he would slowly get the hang of it by altering the mana structure the same way he used (Doppelgänger) to create constructs to make any weapon perform at its absolute best. Even better than the original material should allow. Better toughness, edge retention, shear strength without brittleness, etc.

Echo was a juicy one, and Aizel was sure an Earthling or some other heathen had told them about that one. You basically came back to the first principle, to make the particles of your target's frequency, let themselves be fucked by the sword's frequency.

Put everything together, and there is no way anything can survive being split, even with a wooden sword. And it was also mana efficient. Aizel loved his hammer, but this stuff was almost better than a certain blade of non-plasma—because that is not how plasma works.

But the 'almost' part came in where it was not an omnidirectional cutter, or even shiny that much, so it was a discount version of the holy grail of fantasy swords. But still, heads would fly.

'To re-forge Gokira, or keep her as is for the gag. That is the question'

"Yo, pops. Can I keep the blade?… Pops." The man was sitting in silence by a tree. "I'm keeping the blade." It was just a badly carved wooden one anyways; he could probably make one with the mill and lathe principles, spinning a random piece of wood using (Doppelgänger), and going to town on it with a chisel.

Aizel walked to the girls because the sun was getting low, and since Vanessa did not react when teased about the hammer name by Lisa. Or the mention of Kira's thirst. He would try to fuck the woman, unless the girls said no.

He just fought an Adamant and won!, took his priced principles of mana and made them his bitch! He was horny for some adultery. On her side, if the girls opposed, he would just take it out on them.

"Yo, females! We need to go get the tags before Kira's shift's over; maybe I can mount her in front of the pretty intern."

"…" Vanessa stared

"Sure. Please, maker her scream so the whole guild hears her." Lisa said, already getting wet.

"How was training, Nessa?"

"O-oh! I actually like it a lot; you were right. And since I can see veins and use the red (Focus), I think it would take a goblin with Dragon blood to even scratch me now."

"Nice, we'll go find you some green shits tomorrow to see if you need my input.

Lis, I think your father is having some kind of existential crisis in a nearby clearing northeast. See if he wants to come and apologize to the Dwarf. Judging by what he told us over lunch and his tantrum, the man-child might actually be traumatized."

— — —

The man eventually snapped out of it and agreed to apologize to the other member of Lisa's cult, so they all went back to Redvelia. Pops was really impressed by how Lisa now moved like a bird of prey instead of his 'falling with style' technique. Aizel would have told her to teach him that one later, as he was too horny to focus right now.

They landed in front of the north gate because there was apparently a non-written rule about just dropping inside a populated area; it spooked the snail population and was a no-no. And that was just for the usual flying squirrel act. They only found out after Lisa emptied their savings while buying Gokira, because she did just that. And they only were okay with it because half of the town was in love with her, the other half not having the privilege of ever seeing her before.

"Cut ya real good, eh?" The voice of a random snail sounded from the gate; before Aizel could even try to begin remembering the name of stalker-snail, Pops just dropped him with a punch to the stomach.

"I probably just saved your life, runt. Respect your superior hunters." Pops said, making the trio remember why he was coming in the first place. Anger issues.

They walked and bought some skewers to eat in the meantime; it was becoming a little habit of theirs. It was surprising that they still had some goblin meat stashed away from their last adventure; if he had any doubts before, now he was pretty certain that someone had a ring of timeless holding on that party. One not issued by the guild. But since there were no reports of thefts going around, it was probably just a family relic or some other lawful possession. There is no way the Temple would just let that one go.

"Aizel. Welcome, I was expecting you earlier but then…" Kira said as they approached the front desk.

"Yeah, sorry about that. We had some family bonding, and Pops was teaching me some tricks. Are we late, or do we go to the meeting room?" Aizel asked the clerk. She only needed to give them their tags, nothing else, so there was no reason to do that.

"I was having some Ideas for the upcoming harvest, raid, whatever. And I wanted to run you- run them by you, so you can tell the others, since I have a pretty good Idea about the terrain, you know, since dragon eyes, wings, tail…"

"S-Sure. P-please come ~in," Kira said and went to the back with haste.

"Do I just pop into the Hunter Master Office?" Pops asked.

"Aren't you like… two whole ranks above him?" Aizel asked.

"Well, yeah, but…"

"You burst in earlier, and now you're shy about it. Just knock before entering, Pops. If you are staying in town, the 'fanciest' hostel is behind the Gatherer's Guild; it is a plain fallacy to call that shithole fancy, but it is what it is. This could take a while, so…" Aizel said, fighting with all his might not to let the man know what he was planning.

"I will stay for a few days; you mentioned a harvest. Want me to give you some Ideas?"

"I mean, sure. But we'd better wait for the scouts to make their necessities; we will go for a hunt tomorrow, so you can see the area. Then we can drop by later to add your thoughts after you are familiar with the place. And my skills, while not trying to kiss each other." Aizel added.

"Oh, great! Sure, I will join you. I will go to the inn after getting things clear with the Hunter Master… See you tomorrow then. Lis, Miss Vanessa. Aizel." He nodded and went upstairs.

Aizel immediately turned to Vanessa and whispered: "~can I fuck Kira?"

"~are you planning on binding her?" She whispered-ask back, not growling, as he expected.

"~not a chance." He replied

"~true" Lisa added. 'How nice. I was truthful.'

"~make her scream your name." Vanessa said with sadistic eyes.

'I will unpack that never.'

"Hunter Aizel, since you did not reserve a room before. I got us one in the back. To not bother the others… In case they need them." Kira said, as she came around the corner. Already wet.

"Can Limi watch … your … scout work?" Kira added.

"I would not have it any other way. Please, summon her for me."

As they walked to the back, he could hear the girls whispering to each other. Barely in his own hearing range.

"~You can stop him you know." Said Lisa.

"~I - I want him to do it. No, I need him to do it." Vanessa replied. Also getting wet.

"~What changed?" Lisa asked.

"~Everything changed. The Brotherhood, the priest, Marlo, your dad… He just seduced Kira and tricked your dad. A lie-detecting angel! - In less than a minute!!"

They reached the room furthest back. At this point, he did not care about Pops or the soon-to-be cuck musketeer. He could not sense the angel or the guild master, so he would have to be a little quiet in the time it took the angel to just say, 'sorry bout that.' He might not be able to survive bullets yet, but he didn't need to; he moved faster than soon-cuck could aim.

The trio entered the room after Limi and Kira, and closed the door behind them.

"This is the current map of the area," Kira said, and she placed the ragged excuse for a map on the large table in front of her.

Aizel was at her side, with Limi in front on the other side of the table. Vanessa and Lisa were on each side of Limi. 'They are fucking that she-were-dogge. I can see them checking her out.'

"T - The current plan is to just go in. Right in the middle. You already cleared the way." Kira said. Her smell was so intense that it was taking everything he had not to just do as she said.

"~Hmm." Aizel growled, he got close to her, getting his body close to the table to check the map, he pressed his shoulder right on under her breasts, and she pressed back.

"What about the musketeer… s?" Aizel added. Focusing on the map and seeing two patterns emerge, one was green and bled black silver, and the other pink and leaked salty nectar.

"T-They are okay with it. -I already t-told h- t-them." She replied.

"Really? It could get nasty. It will be a hard mission, there might not be. A way to come back from it." Aizel growled at her. And stared into her eyes, she stared back at him, and they just stayed like that for a moment.

"W- What's going on?" The uninitiated were-dog asked.

"A Dragon, is planning to hunt. ~Silly Dog," Lisa said, in the same tone she used to seduce him. Almost breaking Kira's trance.

"No. Silly dog… The plan is made. The question is. How hard can the pray handle him?" The dragon asked.

"Fuck. Her. Up. Ruin her." The pray answered, and the beast complied.

Aizel locked his lips with Kira, his tongue entering her mouth as she took off her glasses. On the other side of the table, Limi gasped, but Lisa made her look at her.

"Do you want to have fun with us? You can leave or say no. But if you choose to stay, we will make it worth it for you." Lisa said.

Limi turned back to the spectacle of lust in front of her. Kira was grinding her ass on Aizel's cock, he was much taller than her, so he could keep kissing her from that position; Kira only needed to look back to meet his mouth.

"I- I- I-" Limi stuttered

"You, You, You?" Lisa asked.

"I'm a maiden, I—I can't."

"I was not offering you to my man; I wanted you for us. Do not worry, we do not need to go inside of you to have fun," Lisa said.

"Y-Yes!" The were-dog instantly replied, and another party started on the table.

Aizel wanted to savor Kira, at first. But after her little tight ass began to grind up and down on his crotch, he unleashed (Doppelgänger) and undressed her in no time. An army of spectral hands removed her top, another lifted her up to remove her boots and her bottoms, and just like that the fancy Clerk was turned into a whore ready to be bred.

'Oh, shit. I almost forgot.'

After removing his clothes, he popped one of the Priest's scrolls of infertility from his ring and stared at it as he placed his member in between Kira's thighs. She was so wet that her juices were already lubricating him from that alone. She began to move back and forward as she squeezed him up.

"Hey, not to ruin your fun, Lis. But you never got to tell me how this shit worked. Or I just forgot…" Aizel said to Lisa, who was kissing the little intern deeply.

Vanessa was undoing all of Limi's clothes and turned. "I got it." She said and stopped stripping the shaking were-dog before getting over the table and taking the tiny scroll from Aizel's hand.

"Wait. I…" Kira tried to say something

"If you want a human child with dragon blood, we can sign a contract with your husband. If by some miracle you conceive a Were-Dragon. We will have them. But that is not for today, Miss Clerk." Vanessa said.

'Huh. Makes sense, given immortal races' rates of conception. Just like Earth's sperm donation, with a more involved Procédure, and a little kidnapping on the side for spice… She used to be quite submissive towards Kira. But she turned the bossiness to 11 since becoming a Kizukami. Just like we like her.'

"Okay. I will speak with him." Kira replied.

Vanessa took Aizel's dick from Kira's thighs. She removed a tiny flap from the side of the scroll and unroll it, then she wrapped his member with it, and with a little (Infuse) the thing left a faint tattoo around his member after a short flump! from an iridescent flame.

"This only lasts a couple of hours," Vanessa explained.

"Neat!" Aizel said.

Then Vanessa deepthroat him, all the way to the base. 'Glp Glp…'

'I need to know who taught her how to do that, and send them a gift basket full of the finest Orc meat. By the heathen gods, she's good!'

Before Kira could feel neglected, he rose her ass to his face, her lower lips meeting his. And just in case the now-confirmed cuck left him a present, and out of principle, he gave her the deep clean treatment. "(Sanitas Purifica)." It only cleaned her cunt, all the way to the cervix. Unlike the spa thing the angel sluts loved. It also removed her juices, but it was nothing the superior senses of a Dragon with his Low Adamant killing-capable skills could not fix.

Glp, Glp… The tanned slut continued

"~Mhhm!!" The clerk whore tried to moan, but (Doppelgänger) held her mouth shut with her own fancy underwear.

"You really want the first one of the session, slut?" Aizel asked Vanessa. Who replied by looking upwards, tears running down her cheeks from her efforts, and mad eyes. ~Pha She released him. "Yes, please!" She said with a wide smile before continuing. Glp…

"You… Need to teach Lis how to do that."

Mhk~

Aizel complied with her request and came down her throat. She swallowed it all and went back to the others.

Kira was just twitching in pleasure as (Doppelgänger) and (Telekinesis) held her in the air while molesting her with (Discharge).

"I think you're ready." Aizel lowered her back to the table before asking. "I was serious before; I could really hurt you… First off, how hard? Look at this shit." He gave her a pass on her labia with his now fully erect dick after the Nessa Special. She shivered and looked back.

"I was also serious. Fuck me up. Ruin me, stretch me and make me bleed!"

'The fuck is with this world's women wanting to get wrecked? And here I thought Vanessa was an outlier.'

"Fine. But the safe word is 'Red'. If you want me to stop. I will stop. Yell 'Red ' and I will immediately cast (Restore) on you. Are we clear?" Aizel said his terms. He was into everything unholy under the sun. As long as it involved women and their consent.

"Yes." She consented.

With a single thrust, he entered the bitch in heat, the full length of his member catching the runaway gates of heaven in no time. Even leaving a little bit outside this time. 'Huh, a shorty on the outside and on the inside, nice'

"~Yah!!"

'The entire guild heard that shit.'

The rumor's already spread wide enough, because no one dared come to check; he could be torturing the poor woman inside the fucking guild at this point.

He went hard on the woman, almost as hard as with Vanessa, the difference being that Vanessa was tighter, so there was no blood this time, but her screams of pleasure broke no argument; she was in a constant orgasm. Compared to his girls, this bitch was easy to please.

Limi was getting the goddess treatment. Vanessa gave her specialty cunt-licking technique with finger fucking. Being careful not to ruin the little's whore chastity. If she had one. Despite what the Tudor guy was alleging all the way back then, there were some cases where that little film tore naturally, or did not exist in the first place. But if the little whore did not want anything inside yet, they would not push it.

'Heh, push it'

"~Aah! Aiieeeel‼"

'Getting there, use your words, Kira, just focus'

Just because he was slowly and sneakily casting (Restore) to stretch little by little on the longitudinal did not mean that he would neglect his women. He had armies of (Doppelgänger) fingering and groping them, as he played a mini game with (Discharge) to stimulate the most erogenous areas on all four women.

'The Dwarf is going to Fine me for this shit… So I'll make the best of it'

After the clerk was losing strength, he decided to finally make her dreams come true and ask her the most important question of her life.

"Yo, whore. Knot or no knot?"

"hnm~ Kn~"

"That's not a word. Did I fry your brain?"

"*~knot"

He sealed himself inside of her and just let the metaphorical legions of his dead soldiers enter the gates of heaven. The whore took it all, no leak.

'Dam! No wonder there was no blood; this woman might've been a shorty length-wise before mine mini (Restore), but she was not on the width. Or her uterus is as thirsty as her, and is forcing her cervix uteri to just send in the legions'

After she stopped convulsing over the table, he wanted to try something, so he left her with a small pop, since he was already deflating at the base.

He walked to the side and went around the table. Vanessa was like a trained stripper when she went over it; he would just look like an Idiot or break the table, or both.

'Probably both'

"Hey, little bitch, do you want a taste?" he asked, making his dick twitch up right in front of her nose in a little perverted 'I'm not touching you' game.

The pretty little were-dog just inhaled deeply and made the same face he made the first time he smelled Lisa's cunt. Before taking his whole head inside of her mouth. She was too small to do a Vanessa, and she was already in her early twenties by her looks, so she would probably need to find a smaller man; tiny kings deserved tiny queens.

To his surprise. Earth's porn was not designed and taken from real life, because each of his women took his dick left and right and began to lick him, even meeting in the middle sometimes for some sisterhood bonding.

He did not last long, because on top of his girls trying to remove the skin of his dick with their tongues, the little were-dog's amateur technique was just the right kind of freaky. Her tongue rolled around in between his glance and foreskin, giving him not only a heavenly view each time it bulged out his skin, but a feeling to match. She would make the man she eventually chose very happy with that one.

"Limi, I'm gonna cum, you want to taste it? Or do I aim elsewhere?"

The little slut in the making opened her mouth for him to do some target practice. She was savoring it, but before she could swallow, Lisa gave her a kiss and stole her Dragon juice.

"Hey, that was hers…"

"She already tasted you; I was just claiming my payment for letting her taste my man."

'Yes, ma'am, no objections here.'

Lis gave the room a good (Clean) because he was drained in all senses of the word, and Vanessa had not reacquired the skill yet.

They left the whore twitching and left the room with Limi. Their little stunt had vacated the Guild, confirming his theory that not everyone was a voyeur.

Limi got to the back and popped into the reception; they also approached it, where another female clerk he had never seen before was covering for Kira.

"The silver rank tags, for Hunter Aizel and his Vassals," Limi told the clerk.

"Isn't that the whole reason you came here in the first place?" The clerk asked.

"Not really," Aizel said.

"Here, it will be 30 silver."

From his earlier spending, it sounded cheap. But it was far from it. That was a whole month of commoner wages for simple silver-coated metal with some engraving. He paid the woman, who was impressed by his ring. Thankfully, this one was not thirsty—like most of the females he had encountered—and treated him like a normal human. Scales and all. A welcome breath of fresh air.

As they approached the exit, musket cuck spoke to them.

"So. What do you think?" He asked.

"Bout what?" Replied Aizel.

"We've been having issues conceiving; we even both got treated with (Restore) a few winters ago, and the Temple of the Moon told us that it was most likely me."

"Fuck man. I am truly sorry for that. Are you sure they did it the right way, and not just scammed you, or made a mistake? I can cast it just fine if that's what you need. Kind of went over your head there, even if she implied you knew…"

"They did their best. The Temple does not joke when it comes to children. So, we were waiting for the right man to ask for his help, and you are more than enough."

"I have no issues with it. The two of you seem stable economically, and good people. But these two are the ones you need to convince. If either of them has any issue with it, I won't do it. They hold the keys to my heart and balls, in that order."