110: Crafting, So Much Crafting (18+)

With a new, powerful ring equipped, Eris went to work on making the second one in the exact same way. The same silver base flattened out while adding a palladium spiral that wrapped all around the length, and the lead bead serving as almost a decorational fixture on the front. Of course, the forge was a little bit uncomfortable to stand next to given the fact that she had almost nothing protecting her nudity from the heat, but it appeared that a simple apron and protective gloves didn’t seem to interfere with Exhibition Efficiency.

That let her heat the metal at a pace that should have been completely unreasonable. Not only were the taps of her hammer manipulating the metal long after it cooled past the point it should normally be malleable, but it heated so quickly that Eris was almost afraid it would start melting. The silver went from unpolished grey to bright and glowing in barely ten seconds under the heat. That wasn’t even accounting for the fact that she was using the same piece of silver she had forged the first ring from. A simple one-ounce bar of silver had been heated, flattened and stretched, with the silver Eris needed from the ring being cut off that chunk. The chunk that looked to be the exact same size as before Eris worked it.

And continued to look the same size after Eris cut off the second loop of metal.

Damn, Rachel wasn’t kidding about a high Control stat being disorienting. It made Eris wonder just how much silver she could actually pull from this tiny ingot. How far could she keep stretching it and stretching it and flattening and stretching? Considering she was able to prepare the material for both of the bracelets, both earrings, and the fixtures for the goggles, while still having what looked to be at least eighty percent of the ingot left, all Eris could do was blow a little raspberry and move on to do the same with the palladium.

All while she flattened out and rolled the palladium into a thin wire, Eris was doling out the Crafting Points in her mind, filling the item with everything she wanted. With the three extra natural stat bonuses thanks to the current ring’s Exhibition Efficiency, that just meant more CP that could be spent on Excellence and Unbroken. Mostly the latter, since the former already got as close to half of Eris’s total CP as she could manage. Of course, Eris then had to stop there and set the mostly-finished ring down on the table.

She picked up Charlotte’s Cleansing Stone that was just beside her, swiping it over her body and feeling the stickiness of the sweat vanish like mist on a hot day. Behind her, she could hear Grace gulp.

“Is it time?”

“Yeah,” Eris turned around, cock already erect and extending out to an intimidating degree. Eris watched Grace’s eyes widen when the member pulsed, practically jumping from Eris’s thighs. “I need to cum before I finish this ring.”

“How much?” The brunette asked, slowly stepping forward and kneeling down. As she lowered to her knees, it made Eris’s cock point almost directly at her blushing face. She looked so adorable like this. The mother of Jaxie’s child, now kneeling before Eris’s cock to give her pleasure. Eris shuddered.

Part of Eris was disappointed that Jaxie knocked Grace up before she could.

“J-just once is enough, I think,” Eris stuttered. “So it shouldn’t take long.”

“Okay,” Grace whispered, reaching up with one hand to wrap as much as it could around the base. Her soft fingers then dragged along the shaft all the way up to the tip, massaging the flesh in a way that was oh-so-lovely. Her other hand joined the first, gently and slowly stroking Eris’s length while the redhead leaned her back against the edge of the table. Eris let her face tilt up towards the ceiling while her head leaned back. She didn’t need to hold on in any way. She could just let it happen. She could cum as soon and as fast as she wanted, being led by Grace’s soft fingers gliding up and down her length.

Every time they reached the tip, they swirled a bit to gather up some of the precum oozing from Eris’s lower head, using it as lubrication to slide all the way back down and leave a glistening trail. Then back up to gather more that was milked from the pleasurable motion, which was then used to further grease the pole on the way down. Up and down. Up and down. Back and forth. Back and forth.

“Does… does this feel good, Eris?”

Eris looked down at the question, seeing Grace staring back up at her while biting her lip. “Am I making you feel good yet?”

Eris’s cock throbbed at the sight of a pretty girl kneeling between her legs, stroking her cock, and asking how she was doing. Eris gulped. “Y-yeah. You’re doing great.”

“Then show me, Eris.” Grace’s grip tightened just a teeny bit, sending pleasurable shivers running down Eris’s cock with each stroke. A new intensity crept into the brunette’s voice. “Show me how good I’m making you feel. Cum for me.”

Grace’s pace picked up, hands sliding over the greased shaft with ease and making Eris’s abdomen ripple with need. It wasn’t going to be much longer- not at all. Especially not when Grace then leaned in and gave a little lick to the tip and held her mouth open just an inch away.

“You can do it in my mouth if you want. Make me swallow it. Or you can do it all over my face and I’ll wear it for the rest of the day. I can wear it while I help you cum for the other items- is that what you want? I can sit under this table the entire time and you won’t need to take any breaks at all- I’ll just let you cum all over my face and in my mouth, as much as you want until you’re done making all the-”

Eris groaned, fingers turning white with the force of her grip on the edge of the table. At the same time, Grace was silenced by a thick, forceful blast of seed splattering her right in the nose. Thankfully, she never stopped stroking. She just backed her face away another inch and held her mouth agape, using both arms to jerk the throbbing, bucking monster in front of her while it unleashed a deluge of cream in powerful ropes. Several fired straight into her open mouth. More streaked across her cheeks and lips and over her closed eyes and her forehead and even in her hair and dripping down her chin and-

Grace leaned back forward, placing the thick head of Eris’s cock just within the confines of her lips. She didn’t make a seal- instead simply keeping her mouth wide open while inserting just enough of Eris’s member to ensure that the last numerous ropes were spilled over her tongue and tonsils instead of her face and clothes. The firm stroking of her hands slowed as Eris’s pulses did, eventually leading to Eris panting, looking down at a white-painted Grace kneeling with her mouth open and a thick cock resting on the tip of her tongue.

Grace then pulled away just a bit, eyes still clamped shut from the seed, and visibly swirled her tongue around in the pool of cum filling her mouth. That by itself made Eris throb once more- jetting a weak spurt of jizz right onto the chest of Grace’s neat military uniform. Grace didn’t seem to notice and instead closed her mouth, practically making a show out of the way she swallowed twice, then a third time for good measure. When she opened her mouth again, Eris felt her nethers growing warmer at the sight of a clean cavern.

Grace then slowly let go of Eris’s firm cock, reaching both hands up and scraping the cum from her eyes until she could blink them open. Eris gulped.

“Uhh… thanks?”

Grace looked down at her cummy hands, then down at the cum dripping onto and staining her shirt, and let out a sigh before dragging her fingers across the cloth as well to wipe them clean. Glancing back up, her face was red but her eyes were twinkling.

“I’m… glad to help?”

After an awkward moment of silence, Eris watched as Grace moved to get up- wait, no she wasn’t.

She was pivoting around Eris and moving to get under the table. Eris’s eyes widened.

“Wait, you were serious?”

Grace blushed harder, staring at the floor between her knees while ducking her head under the lip of the table.

“You need to cum for the rest of what you’re making anyway, so if you have to stop every single time it’s probably gonna take way too long. Plus, you’ll maybe be getting the Desire, which will possibly help with your other skills so there kinda isn’t a reason not to do it. And if this maybe takes long enough, you might even be able to possibly use your necklace on me.”

Grace must have been trying to measure the colour gradient of the stone in the floor, since her eyes were trained directly downwards. Grace shifted nervously.

“You know- two birds, one stone kind of thing?”

Eris’s throat went dry. Since she couldn’t quite form words, she let her response be to grab her stool just off to the side, slide it into place right in front of where Grace was kneeling, then take her seat. She couldn’t see the blushing brunette anymore, not with the table in the way (which made Eris form a mental note to possibly make glass tables sometime in the future), so her visible attention was now focused entirely on the mostly-finished ring she lifted back up. After about twenty seconds, she then felt a tentative hand wrap back around her length while another rested on her thigh.

Then a pair of lips kissed her head.

It wasn’t much longer before Eris finished that ring, inserting the little lead bead into place and finalizing the craft while a tongue was gently swirling just under the crown of her cockhead. Eris opened her stat window.

Name: Eris Limeen Kadell

Age: 18

Class: Artificer of Lust

Level: 3

Vitality: F-

Physical Defence: F-

Magical Defence: F-

Tenacity: F-

Strength: F-

Dexterity: F-

Mind: E

Control: D- {C}

Craftsmanship: C+ {A-}

With just the one ring being worn, Eris could see that while her Control and Craftsmanship stayed at D- and C+ respectively, each of them seemed to have a separate value beside it indicating what the ‘buffed’ value was. She kept her mental eye fixed on those values as she gently slid the other ring into place on her other hand.

Control: D- {B+}

Craftsmanship: C+ {20}

Eris hummed. “Well, going past ‘A+’ in a stat seems to just go to a numeric value instead of a letter system. It says it’s at twenty now.”

Charlotte, off to the side, quickly counted on her fingers. “I suppose that makes sense. If an ‘F-’ rank is counted as a rank of one, then going up the list would make ‘A+’ a rank of eighteen. If you’re at twenty, I guess that means the equivalent of an ‘A+++’ or something.”

Then, Eris felt the hot mouth leave the end of her cock with a little ‘pop’ and a voice came from under the table.

“And also proves that ‘A+’ isn’t a strict maximum on the value of a stat that can be achieved, at least not for Eris.”

Charlotte went a little red, having Grace speak up obviously reminding the Knight that the girl was actively under the table and servicing Eris. Meanwhile, Grace gave a gentle stroke as she continued to speak from out of view. “If it was possible for Gifted to go past ‘A+’, it probably would have happened plenty of times already. Sure, you seem to get eight or so ranks’ worth of stats when you level up when the rest of us get maybe three or four, but enchantments and effects to increase stat ranks have kinda always been a thing, and they stack very effectively. I mean, between my Virtuoso skill and the official crafting set I have when doing specific projects, I can get my Craftsmanship to the point where it should be even higher than yours right now, but it never goes past ‘A+’.”

“So Echoes naturally go past the hard limits of normal Gifted…” Eris surmised. “Okay, well at least those enchantments aren’t suddenly gonna be useless for me, so I can put them on the rest of my gear and see how high I can get those numbers.” Eris then blushed, pausing. “You- uhh… you good for me to start crafting?”

There was a moment of hesitation before a soft mouth started suckling once again on the tip of her egregious member. Eris could really only take that as a ‘yes’, so she got to work on shaping the bracelets. They naturally took longer because they were to be made of fine chain links instead of a solid piece like the rings, but that also meant that once Eris heated and hammered them to a thin enough wire, she actually didn’t need the forge anymore. She could simply use tweezers and pliers to cut each link, bending them and chaining them together in a long line. Not to mention, She had a little bit of extra speed on her side.

Just a bit, really. A teeny, tiny amount of speed.

A drastically-increased Control stat mixed with the quadruple-stacked, five-hundred percent power stat modification applying to both her Control and her Crafting Speed, as well as the still-unknown scale of the Legendary Control bonus from her necklace. All together, it meant that her ‘slow’ pace of tediously weaving the metal pieces still meant that the dozens and dozens of tiny chain links were forged, cut, bent, and expertly threaded together in barely five minutes.

And that was with her slowing down as to not finish her crafting before she… well- finished. Thankfully, a little verbal cue was all it took for Grace to get the message and push her efforts further. With the lady under the table slurping on her cockhead while a pair of fingers played around Eris’s clit, that served more than functional enough to apply the bonus to the first bracelet that was made (and apply a second creamy coating to the inside of Grace’s mouth).

The second bracelet logically should have been made even faster, but even the crafting trance seemed to have a limit. After all, Eris repeatedly had to pause and steady her hands in the throes of Grace’s administrations. Grace may not have been throating the monster like Bailey was able to- in fact barely getting more than the head in her mouth before needing to pull off, but the brunette seemingly made up for it in the way she lavished attention everywhere she could reach. It was all kisses and fingers and tongues and lips, all the way from her cockhead to her pussy to the little patch of pubes Eris still needed to find time to shave.

And every time Eris came, Grace was ready with stroking hands to milk out every last drop available. Eris couldn’t even see what was happening under the table, so she could only rely on the feeling of soft, slick skin gliding against hers and her thighs becoming increasingly wet with fluid coming either from her sodden pussy or faucet-like cock. The earrings came and went in that process- each of them individually needing to be made- not as a pair. So, that was two more crafts, and two more climaxes. Or it might have been three. Maybe four.

It was getting hard to tell.

Then the goggles were finished, with their only difference being that Eris opted for two more enchantments on it- Analyst and Sharpened Sights- the same ones that were on Bailey’s goggles gifted to Eris yesterday. When it got to the point that Eris was getting more free stat modifications from the many stacks of Exhibition Efficiency than she could actually use, she started to branch out into putting Crafting Potency bonuses from each of the different specializations. They only had a one-hundred percent bonus compared to the five-hundred-plus bonuses she put into the more general options, but Eris didn’t exactly have to be stingy at this point. Plus, Grace was getting really distracting.

It was hard to figure out how to be efficient with her crafting when she was getting her cock worshipped under the table for the ninth concurrent climax. Or tenth. Eh, somewhere between eight and twelve. A number that would have been fantastic anytime else- just like last night with all her Wonders. However, that number while trying to focus on making equipment was… less than ideal.

Eventually, Eris was kitted out with two rings, two bracelets, two earrings (which was an odd experience to have Charlotte pierce her ears while Grace was getting sloppy with the downstairs dragon), a simple pair of leather goggles fitted with glass lenses in a silver-palladium fixture, and the all-powerful necklace from a dead-not-dead-kinda-maybe-dead Artificer.

And now it was time to work on the actual tools.

To make things easier, Eris stood up from the table and away from Grace only once- to prepare all the metal pieces at the forge and small anvil, all at once. She tried not to look down at her throbbing, powerful member that was practically shining with spit and cum and nearly aching with need. Thankfully, having a Control stat be artificially boosted to thirty-five, effectively double what should have been the highest achievable rank from any Gifted, made the process go so fast that Eris could barely comprehend what was even happening.

She didn’t even need to actually hit the metal with the hammer anymore- she just dragged the tool along the surface like some kind of rolling pin to flatten and stretch a single, relatively small bar of steel into blade after blade after blade after screw after blade after handle after screw after blade. When she was finished after barely five minutes, there had to be over a hundred pounds worth of steel in the pile of parts on the table beside the forge, and yet the single, five pound bar of metal Eris had been pulling it from still weighed the exact same. Actually, and this might have just been her mind playing tricks on her, it seemed bigger than before she started pulling from it. As if her Control and material efficiency were so high that Eris might be able to pull a literal infinite amount of product from something.

That wasn’t a mildly terrifying thought. Not at all.

Fortunately, Eris didn’t have time to dwell on that when she sat back on her stool with Charlotte dragging the table of metal parts over within reach. The moment her bare bottom met the stool, suspiciously-eager hands wrapped around her slick shaft.

Oh, right. Grace is under there.

Gods, how many tools do I have to make?

Eris wasn’t sure whether to be concerned or relieved when Bailey made another visit to drop off her newest wagon of items to be disintegrated, walking into what had to be quite the sight.

Eris, completely naked except for assorted jewelry and a pair of goggles, sitting at a table shuddering and covered in sweat, sawdust and other workplace grime, while her legs clamped so tightly onto the sides of the stool that she was probably going to have bruises.

Meanwhile, a red-faced Charlotte was acting like a delivery girl, grabbing whatever materials Eris asked for from the various shelves so that the redhead didn’t need to stand up once. And to top it all off, Grace sitting underneath that table with one hand burying three fingers in Eris’s cunt to rub something fierce on the Artificer’s g-spot while the other hand masturbated load after load of cum from the seemingly-endless reserves of Eris’s new dick- pretty much as fast as Eris could make the tools she was trying to focus on. A whittling knife for woodcarving? That meant another plastering of jizz milked out onto Grace’s face while Eris groaned and shuddered.

It really shouldn’t have been all that surprising when Bailey stripped and joined Grace under the table. Eris groaned with yet another climax, this time split between two mouths. Her hands shaking so badly she almost dropped her chisel and the handle she was carving. And there were still nineteen more tools to go.

Half of her wanted to beg them to stop so that she could actually get the crafting done. The other half wanted to stop the crafting entirely so she could take the two ladies over to the bed in the corner and do things properly. Either way, every part of her being wanted to abandon doing things the efficient way.

Ironically, it would have been better if she wasn’t as powerful. If she took hours to craft each item, Clarity wouldn’t be a problem in the slightest. With the speed that let her potentially make a new tool every sixty seconds and requiring another thick, creamy load to be enthusiastically milked back to back to back with no rest in between, and no chance for her oversensitivity to die back down to something manageable?

Eris bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood while both pleasure and pain churned up the length of her shaft to coat two lovely faces yet again. However, the two ladies never stopped, continuing to jerk, lick, suckle and slurp despite the powerful pumps of jizz actively ejecting from the tip and keeping Eris at the peak of her sensitivity for the next climax to be pulled from her in short order. It hurt so good that Eris didn’t want it to end, but she also needed it to so she could actually focus on crafting. In fact, it took almost all of the brainpower that hadn’t yet leaked from Eris’s ears to solidify into a single thought.

Next batch of jewelry and goggles, Eris definitely wasn’t putting Clarity again. Or at the very least, she was only going to use that specific set for single items of high importance instead of everyday use. There was no way she was surviving more mass-production like this. Not unless she ended up getting some crazy enchantment that made cumming on repeat a lot less distracting-

Ah crap.

Her angry, pulsing, over-stimulated, cum-and-spit-covered, throbbing cock seemed to take note of that thought based on the way it bounced in between two tongues excitedly.

Now she had to find out how to make that enchantment.