Pichi was the last of us to wake up the next morning, eventually stumbling out of the tent, looking bleary eyed and then fixing me with a smug grin that said nothing so much as, "I sucked your dick real good last night, huh?"
"Good morning, Pichi!" Jutaana said, making Pichi wince like she had a hangover. "I am hoping you were having a good time blowing Mmmy husband!" She giggled a bit at that. "Husband, husband, husba~and," she sang-song. She'd cooled down the giddiness that the tower had somehow inflicted on her the previous night - her current high mood was all Jutaana.
"Yeah. I also hope that," Azanaga said in the coldest deadpan you've ever heard.
"Well I did, so thank you, oh my wonderful co-wife. Also Azanaga," Pichi said, making Azanaga shoot her a scowl.
"Mm..." Whips said, tail idly whipping behind her. "You two should get on better! Since you are both Hob's wives, you should learn to at least tolerate one another. How long have the three of you been married together?"
I answered. "I picked up Azanaga a few days before coming south."
"A whirlwind romance! Oh my, you must have been truly great in the sack."
"Yeah," Azanaga said. "He had me begging for it pretty much right out the gate." She gave me a knowing look about the double meaning, which Whips seemed oblivious to.
"Are we going into the tower again today?" Eshenesra asks. "It was a bit of an endeavor last time, and I don't think we even got halfway up..."
"That is because you did not," Akamarina said. She idly flexed her fingers. "I hope that Hob will cease using me to purposefully trigger traps."
"Unlikely to stop," I said, making Akamarina twitch. "Unlike the rest of us, you don't die if this form is disrupted. Even if Pichi dies, you just lose your anchor and go home to Lake Nadi, no?"
"How many bee stings would you take on behalf of ants?"
"I'll ignore the fact that you compared me to an ant," I said, then turned to Pichi. "Now, girls, let's have Pichi cook us up breakfast and hit the tower," I said.
"Yes, darling," Pichi said, wearing a pleasant smile as she stretched. "Let me just get changed and wash my hands. Jutaana, can you see about finding some meat?"
"Yes, co-wife!" Jutaana said with an eager salute.
* * *
There was no meat in the breakfast because there didn't seem to be actual meat in the forest. Jutaana had run around trying to hunt, but all she'd found was more weird 'animals' like the deer and squirrels we'd seen earlier. She'd killed a rabbit-thing to bring back to Pichi to inspect, but even a cursory inspection of the corpse led to the conclusion that it was definitely not meat, or edible, so we'd decided to bury it outside camp.
Pichi's breakfast was delicious anyway, though, and I was feeling quite comfortably full as I entered the tower alongside the girls and Voasary. Once more, Whips and Azanaga were left outside, though Azanaga seemed more comfortable with Whips by this point - annoyed by her acting like a busybody aunt, maybe, but not afraid of being killed by her any more.
The second floor once more had the leather sack goblins, though fortunately, the next several floors hadn't had any creatures recover, letting us make our way all the way up to the reading room without issue. I did wonder a bit at that - it seemed unlikely that nobody else had ever tried to scale this tower and managed to kill anything past the second floor. Anybody capable of getting past the second floor would slowly attrit the tower, and surely at least the zombie ogre-thing would have been dead? Even if it took days to recover or the like, the three-headed fire-breathing lizard seemed thoroughly decapitated. It was even starting to decay a bit.
I could only frown in confusion at the entire thing, but we continued up, and up, passing into the reading room in short order. The next story up would be the 'black sludge,' to borrow Akamarina's description. "I assume you tried drowning the thing on the next floor when you came up."
"It does not appear to be bothered by water, if that is the intent of your question," Akamarina replied.
"Right." I switched my arm into cannon mode. "Eshenesra, be at the ready with a flame spell." Eshenesra nodded, chanting under her breath, magic slowly gathering around her fingertips. When we came up into the next story, I blasted the sludge, splattering a large hole in it, some of the innards coating a wall, and Eshenesra followed up with a fireball in short order, the sludge proving quite flammable. It didn't wail or writhe like an ordinary thing might - it simply collapsed, the whole mess quietly burning, flickers of fire hitting the splatters I'd made and lighting them up.
It took several minutes to burn, and the smell was thick and acrid - bad enough we went down a floor, out of concern about the possibility of toxicity. Jutaana bounced from foot to foot with impatient energy, humming curiously as she hopped on her soles. "I am wondering about what is after the black sludge! You are being right, husbandine- husband mine!" She corrected. "Being in not knowing because nobody is knowing is fun! I am going to be learning about what is happening next and am one of only people to be doing so!"
"The only problem is the risk of getting killed," Pichi said, an annoyed note to her voice. "I didn't live to be 139 years old by taking lots of stupid risks."
"Ah, it will be being fine, Peaches!"
"Only Hob can call me Peaches," Pichi replied sullenly.
"Ah! I am being sorry, I was hearing the name and thinking it was cute and appropriate, since your most striking feature is also big and round like the peach!"
Pichi just gave her a lazy smile. "Alright. Fine. You can call me Peaches."
"Ah! I am being so happy," Jutaana said, smiling brightly. "This is being because we are good friends, yes?"
"Sure."
"Thank you!" Jutaana gave a cute little bowing motion. "Ah! I was saying that it will be being fine, and since we are friends and ~co-wives~," she singsang that word giddily, "I will be reassuring you. I am being good at fighting, and Hob is being good at fighting, and we will be killing anything that is trying to hurt you, since you are important and have big tits!"
I interrupted their conversation at that point. "Akamarina, go see how the black ooze-creature is doing." I didn't have to relay the order through Pichi that time, with Akamarina heading up the staircase. I glanced at Pichi. "I like you for reasons other than your big tits, Peaches."
"Yeah, because you're a fellatio addict," Pichi said, with a smug look on her face.
Akamarina came down. "The burning has ceased, though I can hardly say that the smell is gone."
It definitely had not. It was even thicker than before. What was left of the sludge was crusty ooze, and I pushed Akamarina up to the next story, where there was a fuck-ugly animal that looked like some twisted chimera. It had eight long, thin legs, but they were vertically arranged, and an excessively long neck. It skittered around the room quickly, but its skin was wrinkled like it had once been fat and bloated but was now starving.
We killed it, naturally. We did the same to the ghostly apparition on the next story (though that required a bit of Light magic from Eshenesra to figure out where it was being projected from), and the thing on the next floor just exploded in meaty chunks pretty much the moment Akamarina got in line of sight of it, its innards blasting apart her form and forcing Pichi to resummon her, the creatures' blood and viscera coating the walls.
At that point, though, either the witch had gotten tired of stocking her tower with monsters, or else she had decided that from there on, the tower was for personal use. There were a couple rooms that were apparently barren - and we creeped across them with great caution, while Akamarina dance-walked ahead, just in case they were trapped - and then came the woman herself's actual "lair."
The first such room was a cozy little kitchen, albeit one where all the food had long since rotted, the water seeming stagnant. It was long enough ago that the scent was more stagnant than anything like rotting - there were no surviving bugs, just chewed-to-the-base cores and the like. Jutaana leaned into me, planting her chin on my shoulder and sniffing at my neck noisily. "I will be covering bad smell with husband's good smell," she explained in a quiet whisper. Leporagi have much better senses of smell than most other races.
Once we moved on upstairs, any bad smell cleared, though Jutaana continued to snuggle into me despite that. The next room was a bathroom, with a clean toilet, shower, and bath, all arranged pleasantly in the room. A sprig of something had rotten where it had been hung on a bar above the shower, but its scent was mild - maybe a bitter mint, but nothing awful.
The next story was the bedroom, the bed here seeming much more plain and spartan. Jutaana actually jumped on it before I could stop her, and I was briefly terrified it was trapped somehow - but she just rolled around giddily. "Mmmy husband, we can be having sex on this bed! It is nice and bouncy! Oooo, we could all be having sex? Eshie, are you wanting to have sex with our husba~and? You are always watching instead of participating!"
Eshenesra turned scarlet at the question, looking around for assistance from anyone else - but my expression was just curious (I really doubted she had no interest, given she'd never tried to leave when I was fucking a girl in front of her), and Pichi's had a certain air of smug curiosity. Even Akamarina gave her a look that said nothing so much as, Well, yes, that is obvious. Eshenesra licked her lips nervously. "It would be dangerous to have sex in here... thank you for the offer, though, uhm, Jutaana."
"Ah, it is being okay. Husband mine! Let's have sex on the bed, mhm! It is much comfier than having sex on outdoors dirt!"
"Jutaana, we're still in an evil witch's house and it could be cursed somehow."
"She would not be cursing her own bed, no?" Jutaana asked, her expression utterly innocent.
Akamarina let out a huff that, in itself, almost made me fuck Jutaana just so I could make her watch. "We should explore up the rest of the tower. There might be more of interest there."
"Ah... if you are saying so."
The next story up was a library. Towering bookshelves arrayed in a circle, text after text, in what looked to be a variety of languages and scripts. Some were even scrolls instead of codices, the thin things laid on top of one another in a pyramid. One bookshelf, rather than being filled with traditional bound books, instead appeared to be just covered in notebooks. I took a couple out, gingerly and carefully removing them before opening them. Each one was filled to the brim with neat little script (which I, admittedly, could not read), and the occasional visual aid - some type of graph or drawing of a sigil or the like - or a doodle done in the margins, portraying a mixture of butterflies, stick figures, umbrellas, and swords.
I frowned as I considered the books. There were so many. They were, undoubtedly, a genuine treasure trove of information. But I couldn't read a single word, and that left me with this aching feeling. I let out a sigh and shook my head, stuffing a couple notebooks which looked promising on first glance into Pichi's pack, in the hopes that they were written in Kitran or some other living language, and I could eventually work out how to read them.
"There's still a staircase up," I said, looking at Akamarina. Akamarina gave me an annoyed huff, but started up the stairs, heading up to the next floor. There was a brief silence, then she spoke up.
"There are no apparent traps or monsters. There is, however, what appears to be a corpse," Akamarina said.
I frowned at that, but went up. It looked like an attic - boxes and chests and whatnot, a few bits and bobs of furniture that were stacked atop each other or cluttered with boxes. There was an opened chest, and what looked to be a human corpse, neck resting against the line of an opened chest, head dipped down low into it. Its clothes looked ordinary enough, but the body itself seemed mummified, skin pulled in and turned brown, peeling here and there.
"Ah! Is that being the witch?" Jutaana asked excitedly.
"Not sure," I said. "Hard to even tell the sex. Akamarina, move the body," I ordered - I wasn't touching it, for risk that it was alive, or trapped, or something else even worse. Akamarina grabbed its ankles and tugged - and the legs simply popped off at the knees, coming away from the body as a whole, which collapsed out of the chest from the force. The head had apparently come free, because the torso was left headless as it flopped down. "Check the pelvis for the sex," I told Akamarina.
"Is that truly necessary?" Akamarina asked.
"She had a fuckden and sex books," I pointed out. "According to Whips, they were heterosexual in content. So if it isn't her, it's highly likely it's one of her sex partners, and her sex partners were probably men."
"Ah! Mmmy husband is being so smart!" Jutaana said. "Can he be breeding smart babies into me, please and thank you?"
"The medicines are still on the ship, Jutaana," I pointed out. I looked at Akamarina expectantly - then at Pichi, when Akamarina didn't respond. "Unless you want to do it, make Akamarina do it."
"Akamarina, pull down the corpse's pants enough to reveal their genitals," Pichi said, sounding very much like she didn't want to say as much - but also clearly having not much choice.
The corpse's genitals were male, as it turned out. Which meant this wasn't the witch herself, but also implied that she hadn't been to this story in a very long time, given the mummified status of the corpse. The rotten food could have been from leaving it there for a month - maybe it was, even - but the mummified corpse was far beyond that level.
I contemplated the room, glancing upwards. "Akamarina, check the next floor," I ordered, and once more she let out an annoyed noise as she was used as a trap-checker once more, but it really was not my problem.
"I believe I have located the witch," Akamarina called out, which gave me some pause. I glanced at the girls, and Akamarina came back down. "She is not doing much of anything at all. Witch! Come down and strike us all down, should you be angry at us!" Jutaana drew her sword, halfway charging to the front of our little group. A few seconds later, after nothing had actually happened - not even the whisper of a spell or a few footfalls - Akamarina spoke again. "You see? There is naught to fear."
While I was hardly happy with the way Akamarina had expressed her confidence, I couldn't deny the evidence she'd presented. I headed up the stairs, both weapon arms at the ready, Jutaana in front of me, Eshenesra nervously muttering under her breath as she followed me up.
The witch herself was quite beautiful, with long, wavy raven-black hair, extremely pale skin, painted black lipstick, a corseted dress in what - to my eyes, at least - looked like a gothic style. Her features were beautiful, and her breasts were pretty big too.
She also was completely unmoving. Two fingers rubbed at one eye, stretching the lid outwards. Her hair was slightly uplifted, as if she had just twisted her head a moment prior, and gravity had not yet taken its toll on the upswing. She was seated in front of what looked like a makeup desk - mirror, various accoutrements of feminine beauty, and so forth. The specific ones weren't those I was familiar with from the north, but it was really hard to imagine it as much else.
"Akamarina, go touch her," I ordered, raising my cannon arm and pointing it at her. Jutaana similarly raised her blade, and Eshenesra just kept whispering spell incantations in preparation for a fireball.
Akamarina simply splattered against an invisible wall, the first inch or so of her body smearing out across it like a popped water balloon. The shape was consistent with something like a large rounded wall, and when she pulled back a moment later, there appeared to be no lost water. "It appears I cannot touch her," Akamarina said mildly. She pushed against it, but there was clear tension there, and when she kept pressing, it simply made her finger distend.
"Jutaana, poke it with your sword," I told her, and she nodded, stepping nervously forward and tapping it - there was a noise like the metal was striking something well beyond its ability to penetrate, but nothing identifiable from the other half of the equation. I could only frown. "What the hell is this?" I asked.
"I am not knowing, husband," Jutaana said, idly poking at it, following the shape of the invisible surface up and down. "Hm, I am thinking the curve is getting bigger as it is getting closer to the witch," she explained, tapping away. "Ah! The curve is getting smaller other way! It is being like cone!" She declared with excitement. "Pointy cone goes back to... this!"
In the bookshelf opposite the makeup desk was a small object, not even a foot long, looking like a rather elaborately decorated rod. Whatever was blocking us from touching the witch was located there... and probably it was also holding her in place.
"That explains a lot," I said, as I considered it. "Jutaana, I want you to tackle her and hold her down. Sword to her throat, don't let her get any spells off, got it?"
"Yes, Mmmy husband!" Jutaana said, moving to the part of the cone closest to the witch and planting one foot well behind her, ready to pounce. I gingerly reached for the rod, and - careful not to let it point at me - flicked it upwards so it hit the roof.
Instantly, the witch moved with a mix of surprise, confusion, and perhaps some panic, but she only had a fraction of a second, and Jutaana had her pinned to the ground, one knee on either arm, sword up against her neck. "What in the world?" She asked, bewildered, in what sounded to my ears like thickly accented Kitran.
"Ah! Husband! Are you being able to understand her?"
"Stay quiet," I barked at her in Kitran, "or Jutaana will cut your throat." She thinned her lips and nodded. "We found you under the effects of this device," I explained with a gesture, and her expression turned sour, eyes tightening. "Speak slowly. No spells."
"Given how... you don't seem to speak the language, I assume it's been quite some time..." I nodded, not letting on that we were from another continent. The witch let out a sigh. "Bastard," she half-spat. "I showed him how that thing works... didn't realize he planned to..." She trailed off. "Thank you. Welcome to my home, kind stranger. Hm. Four women to one man," she said, frowning, her nose crinkling as she looked over my group. "I haven't seen half your races before, and she is the ugliest eruvela I've ever seen, if she is one."
"I don't believe she is, no." The witch nodded. "What is your name?"
"Yaj." That was the answer I had expected, so I only quietly nodded. "And yours?"
"Hob."
"Hob. Given your group is four women to one man... I assume you wouldn't be terribly interested in making sweet, domineering love to this poor benighted witch, whose last lover trapped her in a time bubble for an untold aeon?"
"...You want to fuck first thing?" I was honestly baffled by the offer.
"Mm. Well, I would rather that I not have a knife at my throat... but I was planning to enjoy sex with my lover before he froze me for centuries," she told me. "Ha... I suppose that I simply will not get to have sex."
"What is she being saying, husband? I am not being able to understand her!"
"She's propositioning me," I admitted. Jutaana blinked, and I remembered she didn't have the best grasp of Almerese. "She's asking to fuck."
Pichi laughed at that, while Eshenesra flushed. "Right out the gate?" Pichi asked. "Guess we knew she's pretty horny already, with the fuck den and the smut books and everything."
"Yes, I am sure it is very amusing," Yaj said. "But may I please be released? I can't imagine you plan to keep me at the point of a blade for all time... unless you plan to decapitate me."
"Your tower has a lot of defense mechanisms. Why is that?"
"Home defense. I don't want to be bothered when I'm with my lovers," she explained. "Plus, all these superstitious locals who believe 'magic' is some sort of evil thing, rather than merely a natural force. Judging by your elemental companion and your own modified limbs, you do not believe such gibberish, I presume?"
"I don't," I agreed.
"There you have it, then. May I please stand up?"
I sighed. "Jutaana, let her go, but if she tries to cast any magic without my permission, kill her. Yaj, if you try casting spells, Jutaana will kill you."
"Understood," Yaj said, picking herself up off the floor, wiping herself off. Jutaana kept a close eye on her, hand rolling the sword around and around, keeping it at the ready. "Thank you for saving me," she said again, with a small inclination of her head. "I suppose I can probably find a decent present for you..." She made another jerk of her head, towards the staircase. "May we descend?"
"Go ahead. Akamarina, take the lead, keep an eye on her."
"I am but a loyal slave, sworn to do whatsoever you wish," Akamarina said, her voice dripping with contempt as she stepped down the staircase first. Jutaana followed next, then myself, then Pichi and Eshenesra.
The next story down was, of course, the one where the dead man lay - and Yaj let out a laugh at that. "Serves you right, you fuck," she said, seeing the state of his corpse. "You didn't even get to abscond with your ill-gotten gains. Thus ever to those such as yourself," she said, kicking the corpse in its exposed crotch, making the bit of flesh that was its mummified cock fly off - which only made her cackle all the more loudly. "Oh dear, looks like you lost your only good feature."
"You mentioned a reward?" I prompted her.
"Hmm? Oh, yes," she said, shaking her head. "I have a number of magical items of my own devising here." She stepped forward, idly kicking the chest open the rest of the way, smirking as she saw her dead lover's head where it had rolled in there. "I hope you enjoy getting all those wonderful items," she said, squatting down, then removing what appeared to be a simple silver coin. "This," she explained, "is a very wonderful design, created quite some time ago by an empire that predates even my day." I just frowned at it. "You see, they wanted to cut back on thieving, so if someone tries to steal it - they die. Only if you intentionally give it to another can it be taken without killing them."
"What if you drop it and somebody picks it up to try to return it to you?" I asked.
"Well... yes, it does have that problem," she admitted. She dropped it back into the chest. "Also, the ownership 'expires' with your death, so you can just kill someone before taking it. Still, it proved quite useful in my case, don't you think?"
"I guess. I come from a place very far from here," I admitted. "I wanted to see things that had never been seen. Is there anything in there that's truly rare and special?"
"Oh. Hmm." She tilted her head to one side, rubbing her chin. "I have a few toys made for sex..."
"We definitely have those, thank you."
"Oh!" She rushed towards one particular box, hefting it up and planting it down. "I don't imagine you have this!" She opened the box up, revealing... what looked to be a nine-by-nine game board, and thirty or forty little human-shaped pieces. "I'll explain the rules, and-"
"I don't want to play a board game," I said.
"No, no, you'll see, if you set up all the pieces and speak the proper word, they come to life!" She started hurriedly filling the board. She looked up at me, just the faintest trace of a pout on her painted black lips. "It'll be fun! You can play it with your girls, too?" She suggested, glancing aside as her hands placed the tenth or so piece on the board. She let out a sigh. "Oh, you just want some boring weapon, don't you?" She huffed.
"I just want something that isn't a literal toy."
"There's..." She frowned and thought about it. "Well, there's the thing that was keeping me in stasis." She huffed again, then looked at Jutaana. "He won't fuck me or play board games with me. What sort of man does that? What do you even see in him?"
"Ah? What is she saying to me, husband?" Jutaana asked, not taking her eyes off Yaj.
"Just some mild insult, don't worry about it," I said to Jutaana, then turned my attention back to Yaj. "That thing seems incredibly dangerous."
"You can turn it off," she told me. "There's a simple button on the base you click in or out. It also literally can't hurt anyone - if you're partially caught in its effect, you are frozen entirely and impossible to affect."
"Then that can be my reward."
"So boring," she huffed again.
-x-X-x-
After going through great effort to make absolutely sure that Yaj wasn't going to try to use the device against me and this was all a ridiculous long con - I finally had the deactivated 'wand of stasis' in my hand. "All you have to do is click the button on the bottom," Yaj explained. "Like I said, and showed you, multiple times. It extends out in a rough cone for ten meters or so."
"Is this really the only thing of value you have?" I asked.
"Board games have value. They're what separates us from animals."
"I'm pretty sure that's language and upright spines."
Yaj huffed at that, suddenly smirking at me. "Penguins have upright spines."
"What the fuck is a penguin?" I asked. Her mouth worked in response to that.
"It- it's a bird with an upright spine. It waddles around. They live at the south pole and can't fly."
Birds that couldn't fly? It sounded ridiculous, but the southern hemisphere was a land of strange things. I guess it wasn't that much crazier than a... succubus, or whatever Whips was. "Can they talk?"
"...no," she admitted. "But there are talking birds further north! Yet I have yet to see a bird play a board game, so there."
"You're really into board games, huh?"
"Only when a barbarian disgraces their name."
"You know, this barbarian did save you from being frozen in stasis for umpteen more years. Your boytoy turned into a mummified corpse in the time you were in there."
She frowned at that. "That is true..." She hummed. "I suppose, since you've got a coterie of magically-bound sex slaves, I suppose there's not much I can offer you."
I stilled at that. Jutaana recognized it and drew the sword, pointing it at Yaj. "What is she being doing or saying, Mmmy husband?"
"Let me talk," I told her, and she nodded. "Sex slaves?"
"Hmm? Are they just regular slaves?" She asked, blinking. "Since all three of them are beautiful women, I'd assumed it was that sort of thing." She paused, glancing at Akamarina. "Though I suppose the elemental might suggest otherwise."
"Why does this witch stare at me in that manner?" Akamarina asked.
"Slavery is illegal," I said to Yaj, trying to gauge her opinion on the matter. From what I'd gathered, much of the southern hemisphere had very low opinions of slavery, after all, and I didn't want her to try to kill me.
"Yes, and? If I'd made that toad my sex slave he would have had a much harder time locking me in time for however long I've been away," she said. "Legality doesn't enter into things, for people like us. The strong do as they like, while the weak suffer what they must. Thus it has always been, no?"
I quietly hummed. "I'd appreciate it if you would not mention to anyone else that they're my slaves."
"Oh!" She let out a giggle at that. "Oh, that's what was bothering you. Hmm. What will you do to buy my silence?"
"Not put you back into stasis with this," I said, making her work her mouth for a moment, then let out a long sigh.
"Do you know what flirting is? I guess you've been dealing with only sex slaves for too long, apparently. See, I say something like that, then you say something like, Oh, I can think of a few things, then we fuck on the bed." She gestured to said bed. "This isn't my normal fuck bed but apparently it's been ten thousand years since I last got laid so I'm fine with doing it wherever."
I just frowned at that. "Why?"
"Why what? I'm not sure what statement I made that was unclear."
"Why are you trying to have sex with me so bad?"
"Oh, now you're trying to make me sound desperate and pathetic to prop up your male ego," she said, rolling her eyes in annoyance as she spoke. "Fine. We won't sleep together. How about that? Happy? Is your cock extra hard from hearing those words?"
"No- I'm just honestly suspicious because, you know. You're a famous witch with a cult."
"Ooo, a cult," she said, with a certain giddy interest. "I definitely didn't expect that, hmm." She planted one finger on her cheek, idly tapping it as she contemplated the idea. "Ah! So you have low self-esteem yourself from your sex slave harem, that makes sense," she said, nodding to herself. "Cute?" She looked up and to one side as she contemplated whether that was 'cute' or not.
"Please. Talk to me, instead of yourself."
"You are handsome, muscular, strong... the way at least that slave," she said, pointing at Jutaana, which made Jutaana's whole body coil, ready to strike, "looks at you makes it clear that you're probably quite capable in bed. I've never met an, mm, bunny girl? Is that her race?"
"Leporagi," I told her. "They're only in the northern hemisphere, apparently."
"Well, she looks like a dog on the leash because I pointed at her, so presumably she likes and wants to protect you. I guess that could be an entirely nonsexual relationship, but then why would you make her dress like that?"
"They're not my sex slaves. She dresses like that because it's how her people dress. Something about gigantothermy."
"Oh." She paused at that. "What, are you gay?" Her shoulders slumped. "With a body like that, any straight man would have taken her."
"We do have sex, but not because they're my slaves."
"Oh, okay," she said, nodding along in a way that said she absolutely didn't believe what I'd just said at all. "Your non-sex slaves, who you fuck, with huge fat tits and abs that would be hot on a man. Plus the blonde girl with the pointy ears."
"I don't fuck her."
"Makes sense," Yaj agreed. By the way she said it, I was pretty sure she meant 'because she doesn't have huge tits or nice abs', but I didn't push. "So, putting aside that misunderstanding I had, I would like to fuck you because you are hot, I am horny, you saved me from being frozen in time for another century or however long it would take, and I strongly suspect you know what you are doing in the bedroom. Does that make enough sense for you to take out your cock and stuff it in between my legs?"
I eyed her up, and she shifted her body slightly, raising up her tits, exaggerating their size as she looked at me expectantly, her tongue flashing out past her lips. "If you agree to pretend that Jutaana," I said, pointing at Jutaana, "Eshenesra, and Pichi are my wives. There's another one, Azanaga, at ground level. She has horns and red hair, but not wings."
"I can tell who your sex slaves are. I get it. People always complain about you enslaving people, raising them from the dead, summoning ythraul and ynshuen..." She waved her hand airily in a way that made me wonder if maybe I should, in fact, stick her back in the stasis field. "Making your slaves pretend to be your spouses is pretty hot, as a concept," she said, with a hum. "I should do that next time I own a slave. Oh!" She shook her head, getting back on target. "I'll say these girls are your wives, sure. So then you'll fuck me?"
"Yes." I agreed. From how she spoke, I suspected she'd keep the secret even if I didn't fuck her, but - no sense taking unnecessary risks.
She let out a hot breath, a smile on her lips. One finger wound up perched on her lower lip for a moment as she contemplated me. "I think the best scenario for you would be to do the slave-wife thing. You are a dark prince, and you've used dark magic to force me to become your slave. But you don't just want to use my magic or my money or anything like that - you want to turn me into your fawning lover. To make it so I can never think of another man ever again, that's how good you're going to do me, and train my body, and so forth. You know, that sort of scenario."
"I do not read smutty books and have never roleplayed much in the past-"
"Oh dear God in her tower," Yaj said, head rolling to one side in a miserable movement.
"-but I'll try my best. Correct me if you have to."
"Oh! Ooo, so I'm doing some teaching here. That's sexy. Teaching the man who's already got sex slaves how to fuck better. I bet that Jutaana would like it if you roleplayed being her husband." Jutaana's ears swiveled as she heard her name being said, her eyes refocusing on me, and on Yaj.
"She does," I agreed. "She was just making a sex suggestion," I told Jutaana. "I'm going to have sex with her, if you don't want to watch, clear out," I told them all.
"Ah!" Jutaana sounded excited. "My husband is taking on a new wife, yes!"
"I'd rather stay near Jutaana. If your decision to bang the ancient evil witch blows up in your face, it'd be better I was around. Akamarina, you stay, too." Akamarina's eyelid twitched in annoyance, but she didn't say anything.
"Um... yes..." Eshenesra agreed, though her cheeks were lightly glowing. "It might be dangerous on other floors, too. Especially if I was alone."
"Are they good?" Yaj asked me, a pleasant smile on her lips. I nodded, and she reached out for my wrist at that. "Ooo, cold," she breathed. She guided my hand up towards her throat. "Don't squeeze - no choking - but your hand on my neck is a great way to establish dominance. Push me down on the bed. Tear up my dress - it's enchanted to fix itself up, don't worry - and tell me how much you've wanted me, how you're going to make me yours, and so forth, alright?"
"I think I get it."
"If I say the word 'turquoise,' then you stop and I tell you what I want you to do instead of whatever you were doing. It's not an insult, it's just saying we got our wires crossed. Got it?" I nodded to that, too. "Great!" She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and I could feel the vibrations of her throat with my fingers. Then she spoke up again. "I... I can't believe what you've done to me..."
I still had my hand on her neck, so I used it to push her down onto the bed. "You had better believe it, Yaj. You have no choice any longer. You teased me too much," I explained, hooking my fingers into her dress - and using the enhanced strength to just rip her dress open, tearing it all down. She let out a soft gasp, but by the way her eyelashes fluttered, she absolutely loved it. "I'm going to make you my woman, Yaj. I'm going to teach you, and train you, to be exactly what I want," I told her, as I took the ruins of her dress and just threw it down onto the floor - then peeled down her panties as well, revealing a soaking wet sex.
"Ah... no~," she whined, snapping her legs shut as I took out my cock, well before I could stick it in. I stared down at her legs for a moment, my brain thinking, But weren't we going to fuck? "I'm a virgin." I tried to resist the urge to roll my eyes at that obviously untrue line. "It'll hurt if you just stick it in."
Oh. She wanted some foreplay. I reached down between her legs, fingering her that way, my palm pressing against her pelvis. I also managed to find just the right position to rub against her clit with my phalanges, and she let out a soft, even whorish moan. "Oohhh, it's so different from when I do it myself. So cold," she breathed out. "Ah... ooo..." she made these exaggerated noises, but I managed to piece together exactly what she wanted from what she leaned into and what she shied away from.
With the hand that wasn't playing with her pussy, I reached up for her breasts, playing with one, fingers toying with and sinking into it, teasing her nipples, shifting to pinch and tug at them. She bit her lip, dark lips looking even better as she squirmed. "Oh... what are your plans..." she muttered, managing to sound girlish and scared even though I'm sure that was just her reminding me to participate in the dirty talk.
"My plans? Don't you already know?" I managed to pull off a dark chuckle, and she squeezed on my finger at that. "Now that you're my slave, Yaj... you have no choice but to do whatever I tell you. I'm going to turn you into my perfect woman," I told her, and she squirmed on my fingers, panting heavily. "I'm going to teach you to forget about anything but sex. Because that's what you're going to be used for: sex. Once I've got you completely under my power, once you've forgotten about anything but sex... I'll teach you to be the perfect, fuckable, housewife."
She came at that point, squealing in ecstasy as her hips bucked up into my hand, rubbing and grinding against it in pure ecstasy. Her expression was completely uninhibited and lewd - there was no sign of any shyness about her own o-face, whether affected or genuine, and once her legs let up on my hand a bit, I quickly moved to spread them out and pointed my cock at her pussy.
"Those four were just like you, once," I told them, and she shivered as my cock rubbed against her slit. "But I taught them the wonders of the flesh, and now they're my happy wives." She let out a lewd little whimper at that - and then I pushed inside her sex, letting out a low groan as I filled her up, my hard cock pulsing inside her, my thoughts briefly stolen by the pure, simple, brainless pleasure of it. Her pussy was tight, and fresh, and she just about milked my cock with the way she gripped it.
"Is my pussy... better than theirs?" She breathed the words out, fishing for compliments in and out of character.
"You feel fantastic," I told her, honestly, and she responded by wriggling on my cock all the more actively, her inner walls squeezing all the tighter. "You're the best, Yaj," I told her. If Jutaana could have understood what I was saying, I definitely would never have said that, but she couldn't, so I could just go along with Yaj's fantasies.
"I'm going to be forced to marry you..." she said, as I gently thrust inside her. "I don't have any choice. You can make me say that our marriage is happy and consensual."
I let out another dark chuckle at that. "Consensual, maybe not, but it will be happy. Every moment my cock's not inside you," I explained to her, hand going to her clit again, making her shiver, her legs wrapping around my hips, "you're going to be asking: where is Hob's cock?" Her grip got tighter, legs squeezing around my hips, grinding herself down my cock. "This pleasure you're experiencing now is only a taste of what will be inflicted upon you. It won't be long until you can't even think about other men in a sexual way, just because it will be that good."
"Oh," she breathed out, sounding soft and delighted.
"Fuck her hard, husband!" Jutaana cut in from the sidelines, making both me and Yaj turn to look at her in surprise. Jutaana placed her hands over her mouth. "Ah! I am being sorry, husband!"
"It's fine," I told Jutaana, then turned back down to Yaj. "She was just saying that I should fuck you hard," I told Yaj, one hand running across her cheek. "That I should teach you, just like she learned, what it really means to be a woman," I explained. Yaj let out a soft pant in response to those words, enjoying them very much. "The pleasures that only a woman can experience," I explained to her, quietly teasing her clit, making her squirm and pant in response to my touch. I hadn't restarted fucking her again, though, just remaining halfway inside her, teasing her without any obvious intent. She just squirmed in place, hot breaths spilling out of her mouth. "Do you want me to start fucking you again?" I asked of her, making her let out a soft whimper of faux-resistance. "I don't know. Jutaana seems to be more interested in the sex than you are. She told me to fuck you - but did you tell me to fuck you?" I gently wiggled my hips, continuing to tease her that way.
"Ah... no... I... I don't want it," she said, in this tone of voice that said she absolutely did want it.
"Well, if you don't want it, then I can just pull out," I explained, slowly starting to pull out. I was incredibly slow, and she just whimpered by way of response, squirming, biting her lip, staring up at me with pleading eyes. "I mean, I'd hate to force you to do something you don't want to," I told her, enjoying the way she responded, the look of raw need on her face.
"No," she said, reaching out for my wrist. "Please... don't stop." She gave me perfect bedroom eyes, pleading yet not wanting to plead, a warm glow to her cheeks as she begged. My cock furiously pulsed, and I rammed myself to the base inside her, starting to fuck her while playing with her clit, one hand teasing her breasts. I leaned down over her and pressed my lips up against hers, and she promptly came, moaning into my mouth as I sucked on her lips, as I then proceeded to suck on her tongue, as I teased her like that, her pussy convulsing and squeezing around my cock rapidly while I just kept on fucking away.
She definitely was coming pretty hard, panting heavily when I pulled back, her eyes lidded as I just kept going. She had a very nice body, with lovely pale skin, and her gaze was simultaneously cold and warm in a way that was just so enticing. "So you accept it, don't you?" I told her, idly cupping her cheek. "Accept being my woman... my wife," I told her.
"Ohhh, yes," she moaned out. "I mean, ah... why... why would you do this to me?"
"Because I wanted to," I told her. "Because you're so gorgeous. Because you have nice tits," I explained, playing with them, "smooth skin," I told her, fingers running up towards her face. "And these gorgeous painted black lips that I want to only know me." My thumb ran along her lower lip, and even though I'd stopped playing with her clit, she promptly came, letting out a delicious moan of pleasure, her mouth casting open as she just writhed in pure ecstasy, her cunt squeezing around my cock. I held myself inside her, riding out the wave of her pleasure, and she was left panting on the bed, her skin lightly shiny with sweat. "Say it," I breathed down at her. "Say that you'll be my woman, and you'll be able to feel like this every day."
She squirmed on my cock again, then nodded. I didn't move, holding myself inside her still as she looked up at me, squirming in need.
"Say it with those pretty painted black lips of yours, Yaj. Say you want to be my wife. Use your words."
"Please," she whined. "Please, fuck me."
"Who should I fuck? Should I fuck Yaj, the powerful witch? Or should I fuck Yaj, the happy little housewife glad to have a big strong man to fuck her?"
Her pussy quietly twitched around my cock, and she swallowed wetly. "Please fuck Yaj, the happy little housewife, glad to have a big strong man to fuck her," she told me - and I started to rut away, enjoying her in that position for a few seconds. Then I manhandled her, twisting her around onto her knees and shoulders, her body getting pressed down into the bed as I rammed away, and she moaned in delight at the sensations and the power I was exercising over her. I ran one hand along her stomach, starting to tease her clit, and her fingers bunched up on the bed beneath her.
It took no time at all for her to come again in that position, moaning in delight beneath me as I railed at her pussy. At that point, all my ability to hold back was worked out, and I just bottomed out and erupted. "Oh, oh, knock me u~up," she whined out as she felt my cum fill her up. When I was finished, I pulled out of her, taking a moment to catch her breath, while the ancient witch just panted on the bed next to me.
"Ah... husband..." Jutaana said, her ears drooping as she spoke. "Yaj is a human... did you knock her up before me?" Her expression was so pitifully needy.
"Ahem. Yaj," I said, groping her ass, and she just let out a noise of whiny neediness. "You have some kind of contraception, right? Turquoise or whatever, I want to know for real."
She let out a huff. "Obviously. I'm the one who has to deal with the pregnancy if I get knocked up by a hot stud with a big cock. By the way," she said, rising from her position to sit down next to me, "that sort of scenario is really supposed to be extended longer than one fuck."
"I don't have all day."
"You literally do. I am quite sure you have no pressing issues elsewhere," she told me. "So, for next time, I was thinking we should really make a whole day of it. If any of your sex slaves- err, wives, whatever," she corrected, "are bisexual, it could be really hot to order them to keep me on edge, but not let me come until your cock is back inside me."
I looked at the four other women there. "Are any of you bi?"
"Bi?" Jutaana asked, tilting her head curiously.
"I'm not," Pichi said. "Women don't have cocks soooo."
"I am beyond human sexual orientations," Akamarina said, a useless answer if ever there was one.
"I... I'm bi," Eshenesra said nervously, her cheeks glowing as she raised her hand. "Why?"
"Honestly, no real reason," I said, turning back to Yaj. "Why would there even be a next time?"
"H-huh? I mean, you enjoyed yourself too, didn't you? If you didn't we can try again with whatever roleplay you like, I picked that one because I thought you'd like it."
"I have multiple other sex partners, Yaj."
"I... but it was good, right?" She suddenly was acting like the beaten-down, defeated character she'd been playing earlier, except now it was actually for-real.
"It was good. I did come, after all," I reassured her. "But I'm here to explore, not to fuck."
"Oh." Yaj smiled at that. "A wandering hero. The man of the era." She nodded to herself thoughtfully. "Then we can do that roleplay some more," she told me, leaning into me, pressing her tits into my upper arm. "I'll play the role of your wife, and in return, you'll fuck me like a well-trained whore, yes?" My cock pulsed at that, and she seemed to notice, reaching down for my cock. "This place will..." She trailed off. "Wait, how did you get all the way up here? Did you figure out the command word?"
"Command word?"
"Did you kill off every single monster in the tower?"
"The bag-goblins respawn-"
"I know the bag goblins respawn! Also they're called leatherflesh gremlins, not 'bag goblins'! You destroyed all the defenses to my tower except those?!"
"How else was I supposed to get up here?"
She grit her teeth. "Argh. I'll have to restock the tower entirely, do you know how long that'll take? Weeks! Weeks! I was thinking it'd be fun to play your horny broken-in wife and now you tell me I have to rebuild the entire defensive system from scratch, other than the leatherflesh goblins..." She sighed. "Fine. Mm. Where are you staying? I'll go meet up with you when you're done?"
"I get that you're a horny woman, but why are you so eager for me in particular? I'm sure you can get laid elsewhere."
"Well, after having been locked in stasis for however-long by my last lover, I want somebody I can trust, and you saved me from being locked in stasis so I trust you." She paused. "Oh! You can stay here, there's-" She paused. "There's no food, is there?" I shook my head. "Argh. Please come back? Or tell me where you'll be staying?"
"I'm exploring the island," I told her. "I'm from very far away."
"Yes, you do look a little exotic," she noted. "I wasn't sure if the blue hair was dyed, but the curtain does match the drapes. So... ahhh this sucks," she declared at last, flopping onto her back on the bed. "Okay, I can do a hack job on fixing up the tower and then join you? All the monsters will be shite but apparently my reputation's lasted a while."
"How long is a hack job going to take? Having you along would definitely be helpful, but also, I don't want to wait long."
"Maybe a week..." She huffed. "Please, oh dominant husband-master? I'm your lowly little slave-wife?" She gave me puppy dog eyes as she spoke.
"I'm sure I won't be going on a one-way trip," I told her. "I'll come back, and if you're done, then you can come along."
"Yes! The great Yaj has seduced another man," she said. I tried not to roll my eyes.
For a powerful evil witch, she was very, very dorky.