Rupegia 123 Journey - Part 3

We use all our senses, but we can't find a single living thing, not even a trace of Life, so we have to a.s.sume that we're completely alone. We all take off our armor and relax. Though, if we were in the wild, we wouldn't get so comfortable.

We eat a light snack to stave off hunger, then we take a bath in the open.

As soon as we're washed and rinsed, Roxanne glues herself to me, begging for some attention.

"You have… no idea… how frustrating… it is to… be left… unfulfilled," she says between moans.

I fill her up, and she sighs in satisfaction. Then she enters the bath with a silly smile and keeps her legs tightly closed so that my seed won't escape her womb.

She wraps her arms around my neck, and I pull her onto my lap, then we share some gentle kisses.

"Having your babies inside of me feels better than it used to," she says.

"Really?" I ask and raise an eyebrow.

"[Mana Genitals] makes it taste better, too," Aoi says, and Alissa and Hana nod in agreement.

"Hm… I wonder what else I can do with this skill. It's been at level one for a while, now," I wonder, then my mouth is sealed by Roxanne's lips.

Hana and Alissa ma.s.sage the others, wringing moans of tiredness and satisfaction out of their sore muscles and tender erogenous zones.

Then Roxanne melts in my arms, a clear sign that my job is complete, so I look for my next target.

--

The dark-skinned maiden relaxes in the lake after a long day of work. She has her eyes closed as she floats aimlessly along the surface. But even if they were open, she wouldn't be able to notice the dangerous being approaching her from the depths.

With her belly facing upwards, her precious dark mountains of joy jiggle sensually with each breath. She only exposes herself like this because she's confident that she's safe, otherwise, any man that saw such an alluring sight would have their virtues tested by the temptation. But even so, she only knows what lies on the surface and not what's coming from underwater.

Something gently touches her round, wide b.u.t.tocks, pulling her out of her trance. She barely pays any attention to it, though, thinking that it must be some algae or a fish.

The second touch lasts three seconds, and she feels its sliminess on her back. This time, she opens her eyes and looks down, but doesn't see anything.

She brings her body upright and starts scanning the water, curious about what's going on. She gets a little fl.u.s.tered when her large milk jugs suddenly float to the surface, blocking her view. She pushes them down and continues looking around.

The next touch is on the sole of her feet, causing an electrifying jolt of pleasure to shoot through her leg and up her spine. The feeling wasn't bad, but it was… exotic.

Again, she doesn't see anything, but now she starts to question what it is and if it's dangerous. But she has never felt anything like this or heard of any creature capable of such a thing before, so she doesn't particularly feel that she's in danger.

Then something comes up from the dark depths, and she holds her breath. One long, very long, purple p.e.n.i.s rises to the surface and stands very erect. The chocolate maiden stares at the c.o.c.k with fear, but also with a lot of curiosity.

The p.e.n.i.s starts to move and wiggle slowly, then it bends down, facing her as if it was capable of sight. The maiden is too entranced to look away, too fascinated to feel the "danger" approaching her.

Then something else rises from the depths: a tentacle, a thick, purple tentacle with large suckers all down its length.

The maiden remembers to breathe, but she remains stunned. Even when the tentacle starts to approach her, she doesn't have the courage to move.

The tentacle rubs against her flank, causing another jolt of pleasure to run through her, and she starts to breathe heavily. Another tentacle rubs against her back, then another against her belly, and finally a fourth runs along her inner thigh.

A frightening feeling washes over her: I'm going to get raped. The tentacles are already surrounding her, the p.e.n.i.s is watching her intently, and she's far too deep to swim away. She's in the jaws of some horrible creature that wants to mate with her.

Just as she predicted, the tentacles wrap around her arms and legs, keeping her in place, then they raise her above water.

Just as she's thinking about resisting, a large figure rises from underwater. The pink c.o.c.k shrinks down to a normal size as a purple man surfaces and stands before the maiden.

His head is bald and slick; his eyes are sharp and entrancing; he has no nose or mouth, but instead, he has many small purple tentacles hanging from where those should be; his body is lean and muscular; his purple p.e.n.i.s is thick, but it's now normal-sized; and where his legs should be, there are multiple tentacles, instead.

A male Scylla? No, he's different.

He crosses his arms before her, striking an imposing figure. Then his lecherous gaze runs along her naked, chocolate body, making her shiver in fear.

She struggles against the tentacles, and they quickly loosen, nearly dropping her back into the lake. This confuses her, and she stares blankly at the man of the deep.

A noise similar to a snort comes out of the man, then he points to his c.o.c.k with a webbed finger, and the maiden's gaze follows. She becomes entranced by it again, but then she gasps as the pink genital suddenly changes. It bulges, increasing its thickness, and its veins become visible. Then the ball sack balloons to match its new size. It's not "a p.e.n.i.s" anymore, it's a p.e.n.i.s.

Something inside the maiden's heart cracks and she loses her will to escape. The sole focus of her mind becomes the pleasure of the tentacles slowly rubbing against her body and the need to have that… d.i.c.k inside of her.

The tentacles slowly grip her limbs harder, then gently spread them. Like a doll, she doesn't resist, and her legs are spread, exposing her beautiful dark flower for all to see. It glistens with a special juice whose smell makes the man's Genital twitch with pleasure.

The tentacles then start to wrap around more than just her limbs. They painfully squeeze her soft and tender ginormous b.r.e.a.s.t.s and rub against their black nipples, forcing cries of pleasure to erupt from her throat.

Then she's silenced as the slimy and densely textured tentacle snakes its way into her mouth, plunging in and out suggestively. She tastes the sour and slimy substance covering the appendage, but instead of being disgusted, it only makes her more aroused. She rubs her tongue against the suckers as if she was kissing someone, showing her thirst for love. And love is what she's about to get.

The tentacles spread her a.s.s cheeks, and she cries out in surprise. A thick and extra slippery tentacle worms its way down her spine and between her cheeks. Its cold and slimy touch makes her shudder all over. Then it pokes her dark black flower, and she instantly o.r.g.a.s.ms.

Now that she's felt it, there's no turning back. She surrenders and lets her whole body be slowly wrapped in tentacles. Even her feet are fully enveloped, as the tentacles slip between each toe, then the suckers swallow them. Just as she's recovering from the first one, a second o.r.g.a.s.m wracks through her body, and she hasn't even been penetrated yet.

She's raised up out of the water and It touches her flower, making her cry in fear. She looks at the man of the deep, but instead of sharpness, she sees a gentle amus.e.m.e.nt in his alien-like face.

She merely stares at him, and he waits for her to calm down. Although the man frightens her, her l.u.s.t has clouded her sense of disgust. Every erogenous zone is being stimulated, except for one: her p.u.s.s.y. She doesn't just want him, she needs him inside her. Now.

She calmly breathes in, and her body relaxes again, then he grabs her waist and eases his hips forward. Both of her flowers gently bloom as a tentacle and his c.o.c.k easily slide into them at the same time. They make an obscenely moist noise as they penetrate her, reminding the maiden of her lost innocence. But she doesn't have any regrets.

Both her p.u.s.s.y and her a.s.shole threaten to tear apart as the man of the deep stretches her to the limit. Then a sinking feeling swells in her heart as the long stroke of the man tells her that his c.o.c.k is going to slam against her cervix. But it never comes.

After several long seconds, the man pulls back, and another unusually long stroke brings her to o.r.g.a.s.m. She looks down and sees a meter-long obscene c.o.c.k delving into her flower.

How could that fit inside me? She asks herself, but the only answer that comes to mind is that it does, somehow.

Her thoughts are interrupted when a sucker swallows her c.l.i.t, and another long stroke makes her mind go blank.

Every tentacle, every thrust, follows a rhythm, like a heartbeat. His hold over her is so strong that her own heart syncs with his. Her mind is invaded by the man's strange powers. His essence seeps into her core, forever tainting her and binding her to his will.

She's no maiden anymore. Now, she's a Worshiper of the Pink p.e.n.i.s. As a reward for converting, the man of the deep uses her as a s.e.x toy for a long, long time. She's used and abused until she pa.s.ses out, which is precisely what every Worshiper deserves.

--

The maiden is gently deposited on the sh.o.r.e. Every one of her holes is left completely filled with s.e.m.e.n and slime, and every inch of her skin is sore from overstimulation.

Then the man of the deep gives her one last glance full of meaning before he sinks back to where he came from, taking the maiden's heart with him. For every day of the rest of her life, the Worshiper will come to this lake to receive his touch, no matter what.

--

"Ah… ah… ahn~…!" Alissa reaches an o.r.g.a.s.m, and Hana stops fingering her. She sighs in satisfaction and melts in my dragonkin's arms. "I love these scenarios."

I check how much MP I have left, then I let Aoi have her fill of me.

I look at Roxanne and smirk. "You'll be next, sometime soon," I say.

"D-don't tease me before it's time," Roxanne says and fidgets nervously.

"What was that thing that you did with your p.e.n.i.s?" Yunia asks.

I force a little mana downwards, and Aoi rises out of the water as my d.i.c.k elongates. She flails helplessly, but doesn't lose her grip on it. She keeps her mouth tightly wrapped around the tip while her tongue pumps me dry.

"It takes some effort, but I've managed to elongate it using mana. I tried to make it purple, too, but that was too much mental effort, so I only managed to make it pink," I answer.

"So, you don't need [Soul Manipulation] to alter it anymore?" Hana asks.

"I still do. I did the bulging with that skill, not [Mana Genitals]."

"Oh, I see. But how did you fill her up with the insanely long c.o.c.k? It's way too long to have fit inside her unless her womb is huge." Hana grins.

Yunia pouts and says, "My womb is small."

"I call it the 'longstroke,'" I answer and smirk confidently. "As I entered her, I reduced its length, so it felt like one long, continuous stroke. A stroke of genius, if I must say so."

The girls chuckle as that pun was translated quite well into Andraste.

I return my d.i.c.k to its usual size and continue, "Alissa's [Fox Transformation] is what gave me that idea. 'Willpower' is used for magic that doesn't follow the laws of physics. 'Intelligence' is used for spells that copy physical phenomena. Alissa transforms by covering her body with her mana organ, then she 'forces' it to change to her will. So, since my d.i.c.k is already made of mana, I thought that I could make it transform in any way that I wanted if I wished hard enough."

"Your 'Willpower' is pretty high, so something like that should be simple for you," Yunia says.

"Can you try to transform into something else, now?" Alissa eagerly asks.

"Not yet. I'm still not sure how your physical body is preserved within the magical one," I respond.

"I bet it's going to be soon," Hana says with a smirk, and I respond with a smile.

"Once you do it, could you transform into anything?" Lina asks as she nurses Ciel back to life.

"Possibly. But just changing into a dragon is taking quite a lot of effort, so trying to transform into something else would likely take just as much effort."

"You have anything in mind, little Lina?" Hana asks teasingly.

She shakes her head twice. "N-no… just thought it would be nice to be able to take any form you want."

"It would…" I say, gently.

I finally relax in the bath and enjoy the view. The tornado has disappeared, so only the dome above us blocks part of our view, but there's still plenty of sky to look at. Staring into the infinite blue is so calming that even Lina feels at ease here.

--

With our "recreation" time over, we prepare tonight's dinner: shredded dry meat with not-onions, not-corn, mashed not-potatoes, and mild spices. With Ted, Suzy, and Jarn starting to help out, our workload is very low, allowing us to relax while the meal is made.

The low rumble of the tornado above the metal dome and the perpetually spinning four metal arms make for quite the novel background for our meal.

"I feel like this day was so short," Yunia comments wistfully.

"Maybe the lack of a sunset is affecting us," I say.

"Maybe, but it really felt like the day went by so quickly," Lina says.

"Is every day going to be like this?" Yunia asks.

"While we stay inside the dungeon, probably. Our lives were much calmer before," I answer.

"But we are still way more active than the average adventurer," Alissa says.

"I'm fine with it," Ciel says wistfully while staring out to the infinite blue.

Out of all of us, she's the one who should be the happiest right now.

--

I send Lina back to our mansion in Goloria to retrieve the dessert that the servants left for us: a not-blueberry cheesecake. If there's just one thing that the elves do right, it's desserts. I can only imagine the sweets that they'll come up with once they start to import chocolate.

We have a little time before we have to sleep, so I spend it ma.s.saging everyone's feet. This time, I apply some not-vanilla lotion that should keep their skin from cracking under the stress of walking and fighting all day.

"Thank you…" Yunia shyly says after I'm done with her.

"No, thank you for having such delicious feet," I say with a smirk.

"I'm not sure how to take that…" She smiles wryly.

With her hair straight, she does resemble her mother's portrait quite a bit. She just needs some small gla.s.ses, a cigarette skirt, and a jockey whip to look like a strict teacher who "rewards" good students.

After having my fill of their feet and legs, it's time for the most important event of the night.

"Lina, I'm ready," I say and grin at her.

"Oh…? Okay," she answers in a low voice and gets on all fours, then parts her lower lips with her fingers for me.

"Hah, no, not that." I chuckle, but I don't stop her. She sits down, then tilts her head in confusion. "[Bind], I'm ready for one more."

"O~h…!"

She scurries over to me and sits in seiza, her gloomy eyes locked with mine, br.i.m.m.i.n.g with expectation.

"Alright, here it goes," I say and cast [Bind].

I pull her soul into mine and release it there, then her "string" appears. I pull on it, and her "blanket" comes out, then I immediately start to feel anxious and fidgety.

"Uh… you have to calm your heart, Lina, you're too anxious," I say.

"Sorry…" She answers and closes her eyes to meditate.

As if a soothing breeze is washing over me, her blanket slowly stops transmitting her anxiety.

"That's better now," I say, and she sighs in relief, then I wrap myself around her blanket and dive into her mind.

I see memories of her childhood. Her brother, her father, and her mother are all cute-looking children like her. It's actually hard to tell who is the oldest of them all.

But her memories are… fuzzy, blurry. They seem like they've lost some of the color, details, and emotions that were attached to them.

Then Hildegard, her former master, appears in her memories. These are all black and white, but at least they're crisp and clear. Her memories of Helganst, Hilde's mother, are especially darker. I don't see straight-up abuse, it's just that Helganst is an unpleasant woman.

Then we appear in her memories, and they regain all of their color and vibrancy. While Hana's memories focus on my d.i.c.k, Lina's focus on my face. She stares at me more often than I'd realized.

After a while, I finally reach the area where she "speaks." She nervously hums a song, trying to calm herself.

I pick up a string and return to my soul s.p.a.ce with it.

"h.e.l.lo, Lina. It's me," I say through [Bind].

Her eyes lose all gloominess as she opens them wide in excitement. "OH! W-WOW! This is so simple, it's incredible! I-it's actually so much easier to talk this way!"

"Calm down a little, Lina. You can't go crowding my mind s.p.a.ce so much with your enthusiasm," I say as I smile wryly.

"Okay," she responds with a nod.

"You stole her spirit?" Yunia asks. She seems to be using [Spirit Eyes].

"I think I just took a small part of it, somehow. It creates a sort of 'bridge' between us," I answer.

"Without rupturing her spirit? This spell is incredible, but I'm also worried about how it might've been created…"

I nod in agreement. "[Summoning Magic] is very useful, but imagining how someone came up with these spells is… frightening."

"So, you can 'summon' her now?" She asks.

There are two ways to control the "string" that appears in my soul s.p.a.ce. One is to tug at it gently, which would pull Lina's "blankets" into my soul s.p.a.ce and allow me to control her; while the other is to grab the string and pull with all of my strength while allowing my mana to escape through it, which would 'summon' her to me.

I do the latter with Lina's string and wish her to appear beside me.

"I'm coming…" she mutters. Then she glows and disappears, immediately reappearing beside me.

I pull her into a hug, and my hand instinctively goes to cup her little b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Lina lays her head against my chest and almost sighs, feeling supreme sense of comfort.

"Impressive," Yunia mutters. "How long until you can do this to me?"

"Maybe a day-cycle. It's been getting easier to manage the multiple [Bind]s, and it's not as distressing anymore when the girls' emotions seep into me."

"Even I'm starting to feel like I'm missing out," Ciel says with a wry smile.

Lina's soft little hands start to run along my chest, and her cute tongue licks my nipple. I look down, and she smiles up at me like an imp.

"I wanna make Ciel jealous," she says through [Bind].

All aboa~rd! The Train of Pleasure is about to depart! Destination: Lina's tight p.u.s.s.y!

--

Today is the 10th.

Hana wakes me up in her own special way. I pat her head lovingly as she finishes, and then I start the morning kisses.

Even though I wake up fulfilled, I don't really want to leave the bed today. This place is just so calming, and the fact that we're about to start another hectic day is already making me feel tired.

I slap my cheeks to drive the laziness away. No rest for the wicked, so we can't rest, either, lest they manage to find a way to overpower us.

--

Lina increased her level to 27. Her [Hammer Use], [Parry], [Earth Magic], and "Sanity" increased by 1 (now 13, 1+8, 5+6, and 14).

I also increased my level to 27. My [Sword Use], [Dodge], [Battlefield Perception], [Mana Genitals], and "Speed" increased by 1 (now 12+10, 4+6, 1+2, 2, and 14), and I learned [Acrobatics] with 1 point (now 5+1).

Alissa leveled up to 32. Her [Hawk Eyes], [Enhanced Reflexes], and [Mana Control] increased by 1 (now 5, 4+2, and 4).

--

Breakfast is enhanced by Alissa brewing some Tonique tea. Its taste is very strong, but it goes perfectly with mild fruity sweets. It really does help us wake up and wash away the laziness growing within me.

First, we start the repairs of the ship. It's better to have it ready for an escape, just in case.

The golems lift up the broken wing, then I summon an earth elemental that holds it in place for us while Lina, Yunia, and I take a closer look at the damage.

The beams are made up of smaller beams that were glued together with [Grow], so Yunia and I undo the "gluing," allowing Lina to weld the tubes of gold together. Then we [Grow] the beams back into their original position until they are firmly glued together.

Istante, the a.s.sistant Quartermaster, gave us a book that fully explains how to repair any sort of wood with magic. It even seems to have more information than we previously knew about this subject, so it's very useful for us right now.

During repairs, we have to supply the wood with nutrient-rich soil, water, and light. We use Ciel's [Spirit Light] as a light source, and it helps speed up the repairs by quite a lot.

Yunia has more experience with using [Grow] in non-standard ways, so she takes charge of the repair while I'm just the support.

The other wing of the ship isn't broken, but there are visible cracks, so we repeat the process. We split the beams open, and Lina takes a look at the enchantment lines, then she does some simple repairs to them.

"I think we overdid it. The wood seems stronger than before," Yunia comments as she taps the repaired beams.

"Alright, we'll be more careful next time. This 'repair soil' is rather valuable, so I don't want to waste it," I say, and she nods in agreement.

Repairs are completed after about half an hour. After that, we test the airship a little to see if our repair job holds. Then we put on our armor and do a warm-up, getting ready for another day full of challenges.

--

We walk up the stairs leading into the underside of the metal dome and cast [Spirit Light]s since there's a complete lack of any sort of lighting around. There are crystal lights, but they're all turned off.

We enter the dome and see a very long, dark corridor that leads to a double door. The floor is composed of white tiles while the walls are made of peach-colored concrete, giving it a very "sterile" feel. The only source of light besides our own is an ominous glow escaping from the edges of the door at the end of the corridor.

I summon Shads, Hollys, and a spirit elemental, then I spread them out to map the area. I put on [Reo Language], and the information plaques become readable.

There are many rooms and facilities that seem to have been designed to sustain a sizable colony. I see barracks, mess halls, storage rooms, an armory, an entertainment area with shops and sports fields, a greenhouse, and a residential area. Some areas are open to the sky, but I couldn't see them from above because there seems to be an enchantment that's cloaking them.

Then the spirit elemental dies as it crosses through the wall into an area called "engineering."

"So, the spirit elemental just died when it tried to enter 'engineering.' Apparently, there are areas that we don't have access to," I say.

"A point of interest for us," Roxanne says.

"The closest point of interest is still down the hall," I say and point to the glowing door.

"Let's continue, then," Alissa says.

--

I stop at a plaque that's pointing to the door at the end of the corridor. "Looping Winds Control Station," I say.

"Oh, I see. The Looping Winds are the Chimeric equivalent to rivers or roads," Lina says.

"So, someone was controlling that tornado?" Alissa asks.

"Or something," I say.

We approach the door, and beside it, I see a small gla.s.s panel protecting a small gem.

I summon a spirit elemental, and when it tries to pa.s.s through the door, it gets destroyed instantly.

"Well, that's warded against spirits, alright," Yunia says.

"Just in case, I'm going to do this," I say and summon a goblin. "Open the door," I order it.

The ugly green thing grabs the door handle and turns it, then a buzzer plays, and a female voice says, "Access denied. Repeated attempts will trigger the alarm. Please use a blue keycard for access, thank you for your understanding."

I grin and say, "This will be interesting…"

--

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