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Name: Aizel Kadashi | Age: 19 | Level: 31

Title: Silver-rank Hunter (A+)

SE: 0 | HP: 481

Race: Crimson Were-Dragon

Bonded Souls: Lisa Kadashi, Vanessa Kadashi

「 Sunrise, of his 25th day on Geas. 」

The preparations for the gold rank mission were going much, much slower than he had anticipated. The good news is that the more people realized the amount of resources to be gained far outweighed the energy and resources to be spent, and the more the Hunter Guild heard about his plan, the more they liked it.

Killing the Goblinoids was the easy part; the hard part was the infrastructure needed to be able to harvest the creatures and keep the teams that would be closer to the action safe.

But Aizel had to give credit to the snails; they might be slow, but they were still savages. These people lived winter to winter. And the effort they put in during this summer and autumn is all they had to carry them to the next one.

So with the possibility to not only have an easier time during winter, where all they would have to worry about is not freezing to death and normal predators. Instead of also starving while being in constant danger of ambushes by the Goblinoids that came much closer to the town. They got to work.

All it took to convince most of the population was to tell them their role in the 'Goblin Harvest,' and what would come from it, be it food, silver, or security.

There were actually very few people who knew the full scope of the plan: the Kadashi trio; the cranky Dwarf; the Guild masters of the not-hunter Guilds, the temple, and the accountants.

The rest had their work broken down into nice little bite-sized chunks that would come together, in what would probably be something written in this savages' history books.

That is why the plan was delayed, much to Aizel's dismay. But there was more good news that he received once his trio entered one of the meeting rooms in the Hunter's guild.

"Hunter Aizel, come in." The cranky dwarf nodded. "There is some good news, and there is some bad news."

"The bad news is that the gold rank mission has been postponed; we know. Can we jump to the good part?" Aizel asked, already feeling cranky; he did not get to fuck his women because of the early summoning.

"Word has spread, a lot. Hawks from all kinds of levels of society have reached both Grodvenira to the West, Pastorvil to the East, and Ledvira to the south. And they had responded." The Dwarf was trying to be dramatic and deliver the news as if it was something amazing.

In truth, all Aizel needed from the snails was for them to harvest; he was regretting not just asking Pops to lend him his rings and go to eliminate all the goblinoid population by himself.

"I'm still waiting. That only means that if they decide to send people, it will take a fortnight for all of them snails to get here; I know how 'fast' they move."

"You are mad; I get it, as you said in the meeting that started all of this. 'Can you imagine the amount of resources that will be collected during the raid?' Because the more people we have, the more of those resources we will get. There are even gold ranks coming!"

Mister Dwarf was excited for that one. The man probably just wanted to get out and hunt a little, because if gold-ranks were coming, it means that he could leave the guild in their hands and go break some goblin heads.

Not that there will be much left if it takes the snails too much to get here; Aizel would probably get bored and just exterminate them little by little every day, wings be OP like that.

"If that's the case, what's my role in all of this? The point was for me to prove that I can lead parties of silvers, but the golds will either bring their own parties, get them here, or even have Plats and Mithrils leading them." Aizel said.

'I hope Neine comes here to the harv— Fuck! Why do I remember her name? Dam, sexy cheetah…'

"That's the other good news. In the meantime, you will lead an alliance to the northeast of here. We got reports from Pastorvil about an Orc Village hiding in a cave north-west of their town."

"You want silvers and bronzes to fight Orcs!? They are two ranks above them, Dwarf! A fucking goblin can turn a bronze into mince meat; a hobgoblin can fuck a silver-rank any day of the week! The only reason my plan could work is because of the preparations! Because we will bring the to us to fight on our terms!" Aizel got a little heated, but to the Orcs… Dwarf credit, he did not flinch, and even smirked.

"And that is exactly why I want you to lead them there. You know their limits better than anyone. The temple has already agreed to your insane plan. So they will give you a fancy ring of timeless holding so you can bring all the goblinoid meat you come across back to town.

Your alliance is not going to fight the Orcs. You are. Oh, did you think your little stunt with the Blood Brute-Ogre would go unnoticed? Your daddy wouldn't shut up about it at the inn.

So your mission - Hunter, is to lead the 'snails' as you call us, bring them north of The White Shield, teach them that little shield ward of yours—"

"Shield wall."

"—And once they come back as veterans of The Death Valley, they will help you lead the rest of the snails."

Aizel calmed down; it was not a bad plan. It would help them train, make some cash, finally return to the wilds, and not have to wait for the snails to get here. Based on the location of the Orc cave—that was just at the edge of his map—once they return, they'll all be ready to move out and annihilate the green fucks.

"Who do you have in mind?" Aizel said, and the Dwarf smiled.

— — —

The stupid Dwarf was not so stupid after all. He managed to corner Aizel by giving him all he wanted, and more. If he managed to complete this mission, he would become a gold and be ready for his Platinum rank mission during the harvest, pleasing Pops.

They walked to the yard; the girls were sleepy and not paying that much attention. Vanessa, he understood, the lazy bitch had sloth around all the time the first day they met, but Lisa was a surprise; it seemed that now she had gotten used to letting Aizel decide everything and just went with it. He didn't mind; he was just envious at the moment, because they got to suck each other's faces off while he worked.

"Hunters, Attention!!" Mr. Dwarf said, and a group of about 15 people stood up and stood at the ready.

'Almost military, still looks like a group of PE college students ready to play their favorite medieval sport. Killing gobos.'

"Hunter Aizel, they are yours."

'Mother fucker Dwarf just threw me in the deep end, huh.'

"Party leaders, form-up!" Aizel yelled. 'Joke is on you, Dwarf, I've watched some movies!… please send help…'

To Aizel's Surprise, the snails obeyed. And five people stood in the front.

"Identify yourself, snails. Name, Rank, and current party kill count. From my left to right, go!" He continued his charade.

"Gromir, Low Silver… ~two gobos." Freckles said, and whispered the last part; he could hear him perfectly, but still.

"What? I didn't hear you, snail, and I can hear - a goblin jacking off - on the other side of the village!" He really couldn't.

"Gromir, Low Silver, Two Goblins, Sir!" Freckles said, with more umpth. Aizel did not really like to be called sir, but since that is the thing people call Gold ranks here, he had to get used to it. At least until the even worse handle of Lord came with Plat, and it just got worse from there. The 'Boss' handle was used for silvers, but unlike Argo's mess of a mission, this was a proper gold ranking one.

'Look at Pops. Grand Hunter this, Grand Hunter Lord that… ew.'

Aizel just looked at the next guy to prompt him to talk, and the man obliged.

"Zera, Silver, Three goblins, sir." A bored dude said; he liked the man, just the right volume and enthusiasm, yet the kill count of this party was low as fuck.

"Valerie, High Silver, One goblin, Sir!" Valerie, an athletic shorty with fair skin, short straight black hair in a bob cut with nicely done bangs, said.

'Must be a new party; that is simply too low for her rank… she thick, and smells real nice, th—'

"Nelvin, High Silver, Six goblins, One Hobgoblin." Aizel nodded. That is a nice number, a full camp worth the could be found at the beginning of hobgo-land.

"Blaze, High Silver, Four Goblins, and a gremlin nest, sir." A Were-Doggo with black wolf-like ears and a black tail said.

"You have my condolences for your eyes and nose for that one, Silver," Aizel said and nodded.

'There is a reason why they have the curse word 'gremlin-shit.'

"Now, Silver, this is a mission that will last at least a fortnight - Deep Inside - The Death Valley"

Aizel began his little speech, because he did not have any Idea what the fuck he was doing. Yes, he did look directly at Valerie in the eyes when he said 'deep inside.' No, he did not regret it; he blamed Lisa for that one.

"Standard pay, plus whatever green little shits we retrieve. I have the means of transporting them, so don't ask that if it was in your mind. Discuss if you want to come; you have until I take a leak to decide. Those who are still here when I come back will have further instructions." Aizel said, and he really needed to take a leak.

—

"Five out of five. Good. Bronzes, put on your Hunter equipment and start running around the yard." Aizel said and raised his arm. He manifested his scales and claws before continuing.

"Silvers. Come with me to the map room. If I hear any bronzes slow their step while we are discussing the mission, I will make you all start running from the start, and the first to slow down will dig the shit holes. Are we clear!"

"Sir!"

"Silvers with me!"

—

The little ducklings plus Valerie, his girls and the Dwarf, followed him into the meeting room where the map was. He probably had to reserve the room to use it, but he made the map.

They entered the map room; thankfully for his nerves, it was empty. Most, if not all, of the silvers had probably never even seen the new map. They were staring at it like the first group of savages that had never seen a substandard one before.

Aizel walked to the side of the room where the wooden cabinets that held all kinds of shit were; they had put tinted strings that they used to mark travel routes over said map.

There were also ugly pins that the tailors had provided before, which thankfully were still present. He had already gone on his previous hunts to the area that held the supposed camp—and he had not seen shit—but the Dwarf said that they were in a cave. They were probably there, and even if they weren't, it would still be their job to go there and report back.

With a little blue string, he marked a route that would give the silvers a general Idea of the path they would take. He could always just fly up and see if they were headed in the right direction.

"Right. Silvers. Come close; this is the route that we will take. I want you to prepare for the expedition with the necessary equipment. I know I do not need to mention it, but just in case your little brains need a reminder. I want your teams to get the necessary tents, cooking supplies, and HP potions. And salt do not forget to bring your own fucking salt; I'm not sharing mine with fourteen people."

"Fourteen?" Freckles asked. And was ignored. 'Valerie can have all the salt she wants.'

"We will travel light and hunt our food. Do not worry about the fire; do not worry about the scouting; we will take care of that."

"Any questions?"

"What about our organization, sir? We do not know our strengths and weaknesses. Or hunting schedules." The bored dude asked.

"We will get to that with the bronzes after the meeting. Any questions about the route?"

"With respect, sir. That is a lot of land to cover in just a fortnight; it would take my team double that time…"

"Indeed," Aizel said. "Any other questions?"

"…"

"Good. Valerie, take the silvers, and I want everyone with their weapons out. Stand at attention when I get to the yard. Now move, silvers - out!" Aizel ordered. And the silvers left the meeting room.

"When are we leaving?" Lisa asked.

"It depends on if they have their shit ready. If they have it, we will take them outside Redvelia and bring some gobos to see how they fight, and leave tomorrow at noon. If they don't, the day after that. I just needed to breathe a little." Aizel explained while catching his breath and trying to relax.

"You are a natural." Dwarf man complimented him.

'If I'm a natural, I don't want to meet a shitty one. That was probably all wrong, and if it wasn't because of our skills, people would probably die with that plan of action.'

—

Aizel and the gals left the meeting room after he was done relaxing. It was probably a stunt or payback that the Dwarf tried to pull by throwing everything in his face like that, and the parties were already inside the guild, so he planned that shit.

The Dwarf was still following close by; he understood it since he was supposed to lead an entire village worth of people and then some, since there were a lot of other leeches that wanted some gobo meat. So, Aizel did not say anything to the man and just let him be. If he fucked something up, he doubted the dwarf would let it go; this wasn't some university. There were people's lives at stake.

But, in case he managed to turn this group of snails into snails that can defend against goblins, it would probably change how the Guild in Redvelia managed their next missions.

It was a pretty smart plan; the only way they would even have a death, with two angels and a dragon backing up them snails, would be if they really fucked up, therefore, incapable of leading. And he would never rank up and get some of the nice benefits that came with it. More discounts.

They reached the yard, and Valerie had achieved a natural second-in-command role just from that single order—no, the angels did not count—since they were his vassals, and had the same authority as him.

"Form up!" Valerie yelled. And the snails complied, doing a nice single-line formation with their silvers at the front.

"Show of hands, raise it if you are a mage!" Aizel commanded.

"…" None.

"Brutes!" Most of them raised them, and Aizel could see that they had maces and other heavy weapons.

"Lower them, spears, or lances!"

"…"

"The ones who did not raise their hands at any time, make another line, one—step forward!" And three people complied; two were-doge males, and a single female.

"Were-Doges, I assume you are scouts!?"

"Yes, sir." "Yes!" "Sir!" The three were-doges were the scouts.

"What about you, girl? What is your role in your party?" Aizel asked. She was a plain-looking woman of average height.

She did not immediately reply and just lifted a thick rope before her.

'She's like the comfort slut or something? Kinky.'

"She's a slinger, sir. And kind of shy." A were-doge replied.

'Me and my rotten brain. I blame Lisa.'

"Show of hands, again. Who uses a shield?" Aizel asked.

Eight people raised them. 'Hmm, two per party; they are not tanks but probably fill all the defensive roles.'

"Silvers, gather around," Aizel said, and they quickly came towards him. "When can your parties leave?"

"Right away, sir." "Tomorrow would be nice." "Mine's ready, sir." "Tomorrow, sir." The four males replied.

"Valerie?"

"Sorry, sir. My party lacks tents at the moment; we were formed just two weeks ago, and have been on guard duty ever since."

"I figured as much, with that abysmal kill count. No matter. If you had the tents?"

"W— We could go at once, today, but I do not have the rank to loan them from the guild or the businesses around."

"I didn't even know you could do that shit. No matter." Aizel said to her. He could provide them without a problem with their current silver; it was probably not the norm, but he had been itching to camp out once again.

"Silvers, how many people can you spare and still depart tomorrow? I will take them outside of town to assess their capacities today."

"I can do everything, but my party can join you." "Same here, sir."

"Okay, go get your shit together and meet us at the north gate tomorrow at noon."

"Noon, sir?"

"What, you need more time?"

"No. It's…an unusual time to leave."

"Indeed. You have your orders; now get your breath out of my face." The man was offended, but Aizel did not really care; it was nasty.

"Snails, Gather around!" He yelled an order, and all the little bronze and silvers complied, if a little offended.

"Go to the north gate and wait for me. Now!" Aizel said, and all the little snails complied.

—

"Why do you want them outside of the town, when you do not depart until tomorrow?" The Dwarf asked, having the decency not to question him in front of his new alliance.

"I want to see how they handle goblins. I would do it here, but it would scare the shit out of people."

"Can I watch?"

'You into that stuff! he-he.'

"Sure, but don't you have shit to do? You know, like. Guild - Mastering?"

"This is part of it."

"Fair. Sure."

— —

Aizel sent the lazy duo into town to find them a matter for the folding tent and other 'luxuries,' if a simple metal grill to cook, some light crystals, and general camping gear could be called that.

The problem was that since everything was made by hand, the simple grill was considered one, even after being a society that operated around hunters. Also, four more shields for the scouts and another brute who just used a mace, and fancy tents for Valerie.

Aizel's alliance was called that because, unlike Argo's brotherhood, they were not composed of a single gender; there were fifteen people in total, with eleven males and four females. His girls did not count because they were his 'vassals.'

Valerie's silver party could be considered a brotherhood. Since she was the only female there, and since she's not only their leader, and was not there to just fuck them, it was still an alliance; kind of weird, but it is what it is.

The shields the hunters carried were a mismatch of round and kite shields; at least they were not little buckler shields.

Aizel still needed to find a new pair of clothes that were not worn down to shit and back, and take proper care of his image. He had forgotten since his women had not cared, but the guys were giving his rags weird looks, but that was for later.

—

He formed up the brutes with shields and taught them a simple, proper shield wall. There were eight of them, so there would be more people behind them defending the back line, and the girls were still getting rid of the money he gave them like usual.

"Snails, when I yell the order, 'Shield wall,' this is the position the 'shields' will assume; the scouts and the other brute will be provided shields later. Now, pay attention: when I yell the order, open up..."

—

The girls were back after some time. He noticed that the stares shifted from his rags to them. Aizel could not blame them, snails, so he put it out of his mind. Since they had the ring of papa loves me, he did not know what they had emptied their savings on this time.

"Lis. Spar with them and report to me later; don't fuck them up. I just want to know their strength level. Nessa, give Valerie's team their new shit and then join Lis. I will go get us some goblins to train their defense with the new technique."

"Snails! These are my Vassals! The Seraphim Angel, Lisa, and the Kizukami Angel, Vanessa. They have my authority for those of you that do not know what Vassal means. I will go get us some toys and be back in a while."

"Love, the smith said that your wiggly daggers were ready. I think. We just paid the man and took them here." Lisa said and gave him the 10 daggers before he could lift off; the belts that shoe-man had made for him already had slots for them.

Aizel materialized his wings, receiving the classic oohs and aahs, the Dwarf just stared at him, but most of the time he was just checking Lisa out.

'Right, "This is part of it." he just wanted to stare at her ass all morning; look all you want, Dwarf.'

— —

He came back with four goblins restrained an hour later. It had only taken him 5 minutes to find them. The hard part was to find a position that was HP efficient and come back with the reverse balloons that dangled from his (Doppelgänger) materialized into red string constructs. He restrained them with the same technique and used a little of (Telekinesis), but he had finally found his carry limit.

"W- What the fuck!" A brute said and almost fell down on his ass.

"Right. Snails, these are gab, geb, gub, and gob; they had volunteered to help us create a proper defensive line that does not sacrifice a bronze every time one of their relatives gets angy, now. Shield Wall!" He said, and then ordered, but the sails just kept staring at the angry goblins on the floor.

"Do you think you are going to have the luxury and stare in the wild!? Mommies and Daddy won't be there all the time after this mission. So get your shit together, and form - a fucking wall of shields, as I thought you!"

This time the snails complied and got to work; it took them some time to actually lock themselves the way he had shown them, but they managed to do it eventually.

To their credit, the scouts and the brute that did not use a shield to fight and were given ones by them fit in place after some wiggling. They had left a space at the height of the goblin eyes for it to look at the back line and not wander around the line.

"Girls, Dwarf, get to the back line too, Nessa. Once the line opens up, you will take care of it so they can learn how to open up and not get shredded in the process."

The trio complied and got behind the defensive line.

Once everyone looked ready, he released one of the goblins; it immediately rushed the wall and stuck one arm out, trying to stab the nearest shield user.

"Open up!"

They were scared as fuck, but a little shock therapy right now would save their lives after the mission. Aizel could just take them camping and do all the work himself. But he had to admit to the Dwarf that the Hunter rankings were there for a reason, and his pride would not let him rank up unless he had earned it the right way.

Anyone with a clean background and two arms could become a bronze. It took strength to become a silver, and a leader to become gold. Platinum came with experience. After that, it was anyone's guess.

He did not know what Pops had to do to be given Adamant, and in the real world, Papa Angel was a beast. Aizel's hypothesis was that the 'M' of his rank had to mean 'monster' or some other edgy stuff. And if that beast of a man was not considered Aetherium rank, he had no Idea what the fuck it took to become one.

The goblin stumbled forward after the Shields let him pass and tripped him with his own charge. Vanessa got to work and killed it in a single stab that sent blood spraying into the air; the sudden loss of blood pressure combined with the creature's energetic state made it pass out on the floor.

Aizel stored it on his ring after it stopped twitching, and the snails were just staring at him.

"What the fuck are you looking at? If I had released another one, one of you would have died. Close that fucking hole - and get back into position!"

"Sir!" The snails closed the opening and waited for their next opponent.

After they got rid of the four goblins, they were all winded; the back line had not participated except for Vanessa, but that would change now that they had the hang of locking up together and letting one through.

"I will go get you the next batch. We will be training until midday; the next ones will be handled by the back line, not only Vanessa, so rest while you can. The day has just begun!"

— — —

"I got two levels," Vanessa said, all happy once the alliance had dispersed back into town to prepare for tomorrow.

"Only two? We fucked like 20 of those things." Aizel replied.

"Well, yeah, but I only finished - like a third of them, and there were a lot of people involved. I only leveled up because I was level 1 to begin with."

"Level one? You were in the high tens when you were a huntress, Miss Vanessa." The Dwarf said.

"We think it got reset after her race changed, but don't ask us how or why because we only have speculations," Lisa explained.

"Yes, evolving one's blood is a subject that only speculative books are written about." The Dwarf started to scratch his neck.

"I have to say, that method is really efficient and simple; I really do not understand how we had not come up with it before." The Dwarf said, referring to the shield wall and making the goblins stumble through.

"I think it's because all the time you confront them. The last thing you are doing is thinking straight; all the hunters I've seen just go into panic. It's even amazing that they did not just freeze in the first place." Aizel said.

"Can you blame them, us?"

"Not really. As I said before, one of them almost killed me over The Death Valley, it's only after fighting them for half a fortnight straight that I have gotten this good."

"The one who sent you there really wanted to kill you, huh."

"No, it's actually the opposite; they wanted me to learn through adversity."

"Oh well. I have a lot to get back to. I will leave your alliance to you; come back in time for the harvest. We need to organize the parties and teach them that method; it was the only part that I was still in doubt of. I will see you then. Hunter Aizel, Mistresses." The Dwarf nodded and walked away.

"You will ravage me tonight," Lisa stated.

"I ravage you every day, woman; what are you even talking about?"

"We got you some stuff!" Vanessa said, pointing at the ring in his hand.

'Yes, I already saw that we only have a single royal coin left… What the hell did they spend 1500 silver on?…'

— — —

It was pretty nice; they got themselves good hunting gear that was sexy as fuck. Thick fabrics for the shirts with reinforcement made from metal and leather that fit them nicely. Black Dire-Wolf Leather breeches that felt like velvet but were hard to cut. Small pauldrons and tall leather boots. Arm bands with fur inside of them. Jackets also with some fur at the neck that had wing slits aligned with the ones in their shirts. Gloves with metal knuckles. Bluish leather vests. Leg satchels and other belts with slots for potions and daggers for days.

They got him similar gear but in darker colors, except for the boots that he still needed to design, and the fact that the shirt was short-sleeved with a deep V-neck tied together with thin leather straps.

"How the fuck did you know my size? I thought they had fitted all this stuff on the spot for you? I was expecting it for tomorrow at the least, not just a couple of hours. And not to have mine until we returned." Aizel asked.

"They work fast. And I can probably knit a sock for your dick from memory, since I have licked almost every part of your body," Vanessa stated.

"That was so fucking hot. You might suck at math, but your memory is pretty amazing."

They also got a really nice mattress, even better than in the cucketeers' home; a brute would probably need to carry only that, rolled up on their backs, if they did not have the ring.

After checking out their new gear, they took him back to the cucketeers' house and gave him a nice makeover with some tools they had bought.

He might be clean all the time thanks to (Purify), but his stubble was a patchy mess that he had not shaved since arriving at Redvelia, and even that time he did it blind with an almost dull dagger. His hair had never been cut before. So the girls bought some scissors and an actual shaving razor with some soap to give him a clean shave.

Lisa was pretty good at it, having pops only knows how many human brothers.

"I…" Vanessa was just staring.

"What? Did she fuck me up?" Aizel asked. He was checking himself in a silver mirror that was more like trying to see yourself on a beaten platter left on the outside for too long. So he had no Idea how good or bad a job Lisa had done.

Vanessa did not say anything and just pushed him onto the bed, immediately climbing over him and locking her lips with his.

"You said you wanted him to ravage you tonight, so may I have him for the rest of the afternoon?" Vanessa asked Lisa, her eyes never leaving his.

"Yes, have at it. I am actually pretty tired right now; I will just be over here reading the new bestiary, maybe they have an entry on his dick."

'Of course they bought a new, handwritten and illustrated book. Shit looks fancy too.'

Vanessa did not even wait for Lisa to finish answering, just inserting her tongue into his mouth as soon as Lisa heard 'Yes.'

Lisa must have done a good job on him. Because Vanessa was treating him even better than she did the first time they kissed, like a hungry woman who had never been with a man, she ground her hips on his, instantly turning him on.

Aizel explored her legs and back with his hands; the new clothes did a really nice job of sticking to her body and giving him a good tease before the real deal.

He did not use his skills to undress either him or her, enjoying every moment of pleasure with his human side, but she was relentless that moment, taking off her stuff and not waiting for him to take things slow.

"What got into you? I'm not complaining, by the way; I love you this way." He only managed to ask a question when she went to kiss his neck, and even tried to mark him with bites and hickeys.

"Don’t heal those. If Valerie wants to fuck you, she'll have to deal with it." Vanessa said. But her tone did not indicate that she was blaming him; he had not even flirted with the girl. He chose her as his second in command, but she was also a high-ranking silver, leading four men.

"And… Lisa, does he really not know how hot he is right now? Or is he playing with me?" Vanessa added in between smooches, licks, and bites. And turned to Lisa for a moment

"Aizel, do you know how hot you are right now?" Lisa asked absentmindedly without sparing them much thought.

"I… No?" He said. He had made himself 'handsome,' but that was according to his own views on it; he supposed it worked, given how he had two literal angels thirsting for him every moment of the day. But as for right now… and besides, he had not been able to see shit on that 'mirror.'

"True." The fair angel replied.

"Then let me show you, ignorant Dragon," Vanessa said.

"And what about Valerie? I admit that she's hot, but I was too nervous to even get horny for her, and later—" He tried to ask but had to wait for her a word in between her getting a taste of his tongue. "And later, I was too busy assessing them and tr— Training them."

'Now that I think about it, she said she was stuck on guard duty… I could have met her instead of Vanessa… Dam. But I would not change a thing; I'm in love with these two.'

"As you said, she's hot. We are both into women, so we did not need to see how you reacted to know that you would like her. Then there is the fact that you implied her role as second in command. And she was looking for your approval every time she ordered the hunters around. She will try to fuck you. And we will let her." Lisa explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

That seemed to do it for Vanessa, just undoing the buttons on his new pants and pulling out his dick. She did not even remove his pants and just went down in a single bob of her head. Thankfully, he had not used (Restore) on that part, because her special was still unmatched.

After bobbing her head a few times. She went all the way to the base. Staying there as her neck contracted like a second cunt, sticking out her tongue and playing with his ball as she looked up with tears running down her cheeks and locking her ruby eyes with him.

"You will have to do a little more if you want me to cum, slut. You might be extremely horny, but I don’t have the skill to cum on demand without more stimulation."

~ffrrrpppts!

"That's a first one for you. Come out for air, you crazy woman." Aizel said as Vanessa let out a lot of slime through her nose.

She complied, slid out of his dick, and took a deep breath before going down again and throat fucking herself for a minute.

"That's the stuff, now watch the knot and swallow without leaving the top of the bulge."

She complied and stared at him as he just let the rush fill him. His dick twitched once and began to become thicker before he emptied the first one of the day directly on the base of her throat.

The Kizukami started to contract her neck muscles and swallow; the feeling just helped him empty even more inside of her, doubling the usual amount that he released on a single load.

Her eyes started to go to the back of her head as he had never seen them do before. But she was not having an orgasm; just enjoying the feeling of making her man happy had her whole system short-circuiting.

~Pha

Vanessa left her toy and climbed over him, thick ropes of slime dangling from her mouth and shin. She just sat on him and began to ride him like Lisa had done the previous night. Her cunt was tighter than Lisa's, but the whore was a freak for pain, combined with the reset of her innards made her cum in less than thirty seconds.

Her back arched, and her insides tried to pull him in deeper. He extended his hands and gave her breasts some action; she was lusting after him so much that he needed to reward that, so he did his (Doppelgänger) with (Discharge) special and went to town on her.

It was only after her body no longer could tense up after orgasming continuously that he knotted her. Doing one of the poses he had seen bookmarked. It was a weird one that had her on the side with one leg up and the male pushing himself from the top with all of his weight to get deeper inside.

Combined with his knot, it just pushed until she could no longer form coherent sentences.

"And that is what I meant by ravaging," Lis stated, after he left Vanessa with a squirting pop, leaving her gaping and leaking his dragon legions.

"You do realize that she did most of the work, and that I do this almost every time."

"Prove it." The horny fair angel was just teasing him to get more out of it.