111: Tools Of The Trade

Two rings. Kadell’s Virtue and Kadell’s Ethic. Magic Power of four thousand, six hundred and thirteen, and the second one being five thousand, four hundred and seventy-eight.

Two bracelets. Hand of Hope and Hand of Heart. Magic Power of five thousand, nine hundred and six, and six thousand, three hundred and twelve.

Two earrings. Truth and Honesty; with six thousand, six hundred and fifty four and six thousand, nine hundred and one.

A set of goggles. Hope’s Vision. Magic power; seven thousand, one hundred and forty eight.

And lastly, each of the tools. Customized as Eris had gone along, making every single one a Masterwork, fitting in whatever stat modifications or enchantments could reasonably apply, and then dumping the rest of her CP into Excellence and Unbroken. Each of them were slightly different based on what the tool actually needed to do, but they all shared a similar framework.

Smithing Hammer

Durability: 100%

Magic Power: 7,395

A very well-made hammer designed for smithing and shaping metal. Imbued with the essence of Lust. Created by Eris Kadell. Made from silver, palladium, lead, oak wood, and steel.

Provides a Minor boost to Craftsmanship. (2)

Provides a Minor boost to Control. (2)

Provides a Minor boost to Crafting Speed. (2)

Provides a Minor boost to the Potency of crafts. (2)

Provides a Minor boost to the Durability of Crafts. (2)

Provides a Minor boost to Mind. (2)

Provides a Minor boost to the Potency of Metalsmithing Crafts. (2)

Provides a Minor boost to the Crafting Speed of Metalsmithing Crafts. (2)

Provides a Minor boost to the Durability of Metalsmithing Crafts. (2)

Additional effect: Soot and Steel

When this item is used to make a metalsmithing craft, the craft gains 2 additional stat modifications.

Additional effect: Severance

When this item is used to create a bladed weapon, the weapon gains a Minor bonus to Physical Power, in addition to its normal stat modifications.

Additional effect: Exhibition Efficiency

While the user is nude and using this item, any crafts made by the user gain 3 additional stat bonuses of the user’s choice upon completion. Does not apply if nobody observes the user’s nudity for the majority of the crafting process. Crafting equipment, protective equipment, jewelry and body ornaments do not count against Exhibition Efficiency.

Additional effect: Clarity

While the user is using this item and achieves orgasm during the process of crafting, the crafted item has its Quality increased by 50%.

Obviously, Eris was a bit too distracted by that point to properly use Obfuscation and give her tools custom or unique names. That being said, with a few dozen different tools that all needed to be made, she likely would have abandoned giving ‘proper’ names anyway and resorted to something along the lines of ‘Smith Hammer Version 1’.

Eris also made a note to increase the level of Empowered as soon as possible. Before, she hadn’t understood how useful stacking stat modifications was, since she’d be forced to spend the CP on getting more of them anyway and she’d rather be versatile with what her items provide instead of going all-in on one specific thing.

Then, of course, she ended up making herself a set of crafting jewelry that increased her Craftsmanship to forty, her Control to thirty-five, and as long as she was naked, combined with Masterwork and the single stat modification she could normally place to allow for TWENTY-FOUR stat modifications on one item, for completely free. Plus another three when she started using the new tools.

Wild.

The most she could possibly even put on her tools had been eighteen, and that was with stacking each one a second time, and putting every applicable bonus she could- even the much lesser, fifty-percent bonus of the specialization-specific Crafting Speed and Durability and stuff.

Thankfully, the mess caused underneath that worktable had given more than enough Desire for Eris to put twenty-five hundred points into the skill and bring it up another level.

Empowered {Active} {Level 3}

For every 10 Crafting Points spent on Empowered, the craft gains 1 additional stat modification. Each stat modification may only be applied {3 times} on a given craft.

Would it have been useful to get the thousand-or-so points that Eris needed to level it up before making all her tools? Absolutely. But it also would have been useful to drain every single one of these tools she just made for a couple hundred thousand Magic Power and treat her Malleable Arcana window to a buffet, then remake every single tool again. That would have been invaluable, truly, and brought Eris’s already ridiculous bonuses to an even higher degree.

But there wasn’t the time for that. As fast as she was, making all her crafting equipment and remaking every tool in her workshop had taken about two and a half hours, and it was getting close to dinnertime by now. Ophelia even quickly stopped by with a big platter of sausage, eggs and hash browns as a breakfast-for-dinner delivery that Eris could sit down peacefully and enjoy while taking a teeny-tiny break. Ophelia, of course, left back for her own shop to continue crafting right after dropping off the food, meaning she wasn’t joining for the meal.

Unlike Grace and Bailey, who Eris was having a difficult time looking at without blushing.

Thankfully, Charlotte’s Cleansing Stone made quick work to tidy both of them up, since they probably would have needed hour-long showers otherwise. Not to mention Grace’s uniform. If it hadn’t been for the Cleansing Stone, there was no doubt that Grace’s official, prim and proper, dark blue Syndicate uniform would have needed to be thrown out. Or burned.

Probably both.

Gods, Eris continued to be in awe of her new addition extending from her pelvis. That had to have been thirty or more consecutive, back-to-back-to-back-to-back cumshots, over and over and over again. She was pretty sure anyone else would have gone into some kind of coma halfway through that, or started cumming up blood. If absolutely nothing else, it should have taken hours upon hours upon hours since each climax logically should have taken more time than the last to reach. Yet for Eris’s not-so-little member, it took it like a champion.

One load after another after another after another, each just as obscenely large as the first. Each also took a disturbingly little amount of time to get milked. Eris may have been on the ‘quicker’ side of things, but it got to the point where there was obviously some extra influence involved. One that apparently removed any refractory period whatsoever, since the twentieth cumshot took about the same amount of time to reach as the second and never did the slightest in lessening the rigidity of her cock.

For all Eris knew, she could very well string together triple digits of concurrent climaxes and not have a single delay in how long each took to reach. Especially since her cock never seemed to need a break, either. Eris definitely needed one, since it started to feel like her head was going to explode towards the end of that marathon, but her soldier below the belt definitely had a mind of its own since it was pulsing and ready to go for another fifty rounds like some endless faucet of cum. Where it was all coming from, Eris had no clue. She should have shrivelled up like a raisin by now from the amount of fluid ejected which was impossible to describe in any conceivable way.

Eris’s flabbers were most certainly gasted.

Now, there wasn’t the slightest trace of what transpired in the crafting of her tools- not even under that table that Charlotte awkwardly cleansed away with a face so red it could win a tomato growing contest back in Kelshiir. It was just four girls, two of which were completely naked since Bailey had yet to put her clothes back on, who were sitting down and enjoying breakfast for dinner. All while Eris’s angry, throbbing, truncheon of a still-erect cock pulsed with beads of precum at the sight of the carefree blonde’s naked body.

Yep. Nothing suspicious about that.

“Okay, so…” Eris cleared her throat awkwardly. “Before I make the equipment for Jaxie and the others, I’m obviously going to need to consume a bunch of random magical equipment to get as many stat modifications and useful enchantments as I can, then level those up with the Magic Power before making the actual gear. Did we decide on your gear being a part of that consumption?”

She directed the question towards Charlotte, who idly chewed a sausage covered in syrup. The Knight nodded.

“There is zero reason for it not to be. You can clearly remake every single piece of equipment I have but multiple times stronger, and likely do it in only a handful of hours.” She stared at her helmet which sat on the table beside her. “The only reason the Syndicate wouldn’t want you to do it is because that leaves a window of time in which I’m unequipped and can’t protect you as easily. Though, since remaking everything I have wouldn’t take multiple days anymore, the Syndicate can easily assign extra guards outside the shop for the couple of hours it takes to craft if they’re that concerned about security.”

Grace also chirped up, though she was staring at her breakfast so hard she may as well have been trying to count the feathers on the chickens that laid the eggs they were eating. She had also put her glasses back on, meaning both her and Bailey were sporting their own eyewear.

The difference, of course, being that the glasses were the only thing Bailey was wearing.

“It wouldn’t even delay from making the equipment for the others all that much, since you can prepare their stuff at the same time,” Grace mumbled.

Bailey nodded. “But first, you’re draining all your old tools you spent yesterday making to get a big jump in the Magic Power you can spend on the stats and enchantments for the combat equipment?”

“Yep,” Eris said. “I don’t want to get started on their stuff until I know all the stats and enchantments I’m working with, so I can plan accordingly. Making tools is pretty straightforward. Actual combat equipment is something I’m going to have to plan for each of them individually, as well as you, Charlotte. And that’s something that can only be done after I figure out what enchantments I can use, how they level up, what they can be applied to, and so on and so forth.”

“And after you drain the old Artificer artifacts to get whatever effects they may have,” Charlotte added. Eris nodded.

“Yep. In other words, I’m not starting their equipment yet, and I can’t even really plan out what I want to do for their equipment. And that’s not even counting for everything else,” Eris sighed.

“I mean, I still need to get someone pregnant in order to use Benediction on Wonders of Artifice to increase my own level gain, so if that happens tonight- which I imagine the Syndicate is hard at work to find a volunteer for that reason- then there’s a very good chance I might even hit level four as early as tomorrow, if not the day after. If that comes with its own crazy benefits like this level did, it might be beneficial to even wait until then to start crafting. Plus, there’s the whole thing with talking to Vojemala in my sleep, so I need to learn Ra’lan properly for that, or at least enough that I can memorize what she says and bring it back so Dzhemehal can translate. Then there’s whatever skill the Syndicate wants me to get with the necklace tonight and potentially levelling it up, but for that I’d need more Desire unless we go for another session tonight, but the Syndicate also said they wanted to test efficiency so I don’t know what’s gonna be happening.”

“And your dick might be permanent," Bailey said calmly.

“Exactly, so there’s- excuse me, what?!” Eris did a double-take at the blonde who reached over. As casually as if she were resting a hand on Eris’s shoulder, she reached below the countertop and wrapped fingers around Eris’s turgid shaft. Bailey shrugged.

“Well, by my calculations, the potion should have worn off about twenty minutes ago and taken this big girl with it. Except it hasn’t, which means that your whole Lust shenanigans are making it last longer than it should be.”

Bailey gave a small stroke. “And it’s already proven to be mutated in some way given the fact you have a cock and a pussy, and the fact you can cum at least thirty times in two hours without any breaks or reduction in output. None of which should have been possible from one of my normal, basic-bitch penis potions. Honestly, I’d be more surprised if it wasn’t permanent.”

Eris glanced down past the lip of the countertop to the angrily erect, unrelenting beast of a cock sprouting from her thighs, not quite sure how she felt on the idea of it being permanent. For one, it had been a lot of fun to use yesterday and today. On the other hand, one had to keep in mind the factor of convenience. It was still hard to walk sometimes with that thing swinging between her legs, and if she got aroused while wearing clothes, it hurt.

Not like that second downside had been all too prevalent today, but the point still stood.

Eris sighed, shovelling another forkful of eggs into her mouth. “Just one day with no surprises, that’s all I ask…”

Eris felt the room tense a little bit at that, and when she glanced up, saw Grace and Bailey giving the side-eye to each other as if knowing something Eris didn’t.

“What?” Eris asked. Both girls hesitated to respond, and Eris tried again through another sigh.

“What.” This time, it wasn’t a question. It was a statement, telling the girls to spill whatever they weren’t wanting to share.

Grace was the one that broke.

“Bailey, Lieutenant Major Elmas and Professor Kull were concerned about your mental state following your return from the Obelisk and everything that happened there.”

Eris instinctively paused, feeling the conversation shift to thin ice. Her voice lowered and she turned her gaze on Bailey. “What did you do?”

Woah, easy there. Eris could hear the hostility in her voice, practically growling at her former roommate-now-housemate. That wasn’t as all how she intended to ask- just questioning what Bailey and the others did. Not threatening. Asking. Eris cleared her throat.

“What… what did you do?”

“Nothing bad!” Bailey said quickly, even pulling her hand off Eris’s cock to hold it up defensively. “Just… there was a lot of bad stuff that happened back in the Obelisk, and even though we’re out, the work just keeps piling higher and higher and higher. Believe me, I can see you’re stressed. Everyone can. And ignoring it isn’t a good idea.”

Grace nodded. “Professor Kull personally pushed the rest of the Syndicate to agree on the matter, despite the concerns about the state of the war and the need for expediency. If it wasn’t for him, the idea would have been pushed aside due to the time constraints, but now the Syndicate has agreed to set aside time just to help you.”

Eris narrowed her eyes, confused and a little concerned. “Help me… how?”

Gods, the general sense of comedic timing was getting unsettling now, in part because Eris barely finished asking that question before a gentle knock rapped against the workshop door. All the girls in the room glanced over, despite obviously being unable to see who it was from this side. However, it was the slightly muffled, feminine voice from the other side that chirped up and gave Eris all the information she needed.

“Hello, Miss Kadell? My name is Darcie Raneer. I’m one of the therapy counsellors here at Marrix. I would like to talk with you for a little while.”

Bailey coughed and stood up, grabbing her half-eaten plate of breakfast as she did so. “Welp, Grace, that’s our cue to skidaddle. See you later, Cutiepie.”