Trope World 23 Hot And Cold

Low Port was clearly a bustling city filled with all manner of cultivator. Wagon trains filled with supplies were making their way to the city. Whole farms delivered their harvests to the city in hopes of gaining refuge from the coming invasion. The line of centaurs at the entrance of the city was unreal. Tents covered the valley as they waited for entry.

The smell of blood was heavy as animals were slaughtered and processed by the city authorities. "Don't bother with the line. We're cutting through. I'm Lazarus Chu my clan leads this city. We will get in there is not doubt." As we entered the valley a familiar aura lanced out from the city and suddenly Od's eyes were upon me. I knew her presence as I knew my own heartbeat. Instead of shrinking away from it, I flared my qi producing a white aura. Immediately, a beam of light flashed in from the high towers behind Low Port's walls.

Od had returned, she hovered there her hooves at eye level. Her coat was black as midnight and pristine. Even her cultivation had grown. She was now in mid core formation instead of the peak of low.

Insight lv99

Od's skin had become a healthy grey color. Instead of the normal bra, she wore a deep blue robe that covered her from head to her tail. It draped across her flank and lazily billowed in the wind. A belt was tied around her midsection and waist holding the robe in place. It failed to hide Od's monumental bust or the width of her hips before they connected with her horse half. When her qi leapt from its tight control and surrounded me separating me from my traveling companions, I felt like I'd returned home. The collar around my neck buzzed with appreciation.

If she noticed my collar had been tampered with, she didn't show it. After seeing Lazarus and Hertha, Od took on a haughty air. "I'm thankful to the Chu clan. For returning my property to me, I offer any in your party not of the rank of outer sect disciple a chance to compete in the trials. Should you succeed you will become outer sect disciples." Come slave take hold of this rope so I may carry you to my room." She tossed Lazarus and Hertha jade slips before taking holding a silk rope.

I felt like a fish on a hook. The carried me with ease away from the crowded rowdy valley behind Low Port's walls and to her tower. She tossed me on a giant sleeping cushion before casually trotting to the cushion before laying down on it. Her blue robe stretched as she looked at me with deep brown eyes.

"I told you to return to the farm. Instead you continued to Low Port. Because of that you are in unparalleled danger." Her words were matter of fact. There was a look in her eyes wild and manic. Perhaps, it was her nature as a centaur or something else.

"You left Thunder below." I said Her eyes seemed to haze over in irritation.

"I don't care about a stupid stud. His breed isn't important there are a billion like him in the spirit plains. He will be slaughtered for food soon enough. The mortal centaurs won't hesitate to butcher a horse if they get hungry enough." I let out a sigh and clicked my tongue.

"I should have left him back at the farm then. There were plenty of horses. I'm sure he would have been happier with he wild talking horses." She arched her eyebrow at my words.

"From what I could tell the undead aren't interested in the south. They march north to return to the human lands." She rolled over on her back and let her hair pool on the cushion. Her aura of darkness surrounded and permeated the room.

"There is no one I'd rather spend a siege with than you. Od they didn't mount you did they." She snorted at my words.

"Those weaklings mount me. Don't be ridiculous. I'll s.h.i.t out one of their skulls before long. Not even a Nascent soul expert could get away with mounting me. Why would three at the core formation stage stand a chance?" She asked eyes fluttering.

"I was afraid they would claim you." I said my words sounding weak to me. Normally, I wasn't this weak. Od had done something to me.

"Don't forget who owns whom?" She said in warning. "I have a task for you." She said before shutting the curtains and locking the doors on her floor. She quickly unleashed a myriad of spell formations truly isolating this place. "Now only one of the late stage Nascent Soul or higher can enter."

She looked at me with something I'd never seen on her face before. "Get closer to me, I need you." I edged closer and she edged further on the cushion.

"I'd thought you died, but the collar continued to report you lived. Then the undead emerged and my hope of reclaiming you nearly vanished. Now though, I've found you once more and you won't leave me easily Melchior Nimrod Od." Od said in a clear voice. Was she going to confess to me? That was ridiculous, I was nothing a n.o.body to her.

I waited a heartbeat then two. "I wanted to see you again as well." A smile spread across Od's face. One filled with predatory l.u.s.t.

"Good take my robe off and toss it down the laundry shoot, once you're done return with my pleasuring equipment, and a thick bristled brush. There should be one in my back cabinet. I grow thirsty while pleasing myself. You will keep me refreshed with a pitcher of chilled water. This is your new task slave, I'm glad you returned." A cruel smile spread across her face. She rose up and turned around before flicking her tail aside. It rose up high and I saw a clear view of her s.e.x. She turned around hiking the blue robe up to continue giving me a pleasing view.

Relationship Skill discovered: Centaur Seduction lv1; pa.s.sive; +20CHA

My heart felt like it would beat out of my chest. Something clicked and I knew that if I didn't take the initiative things could end badly. This was just like a battle. If I didn't give it my all, I could die..