Intermission – Roxanne
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I hate both of them.
The first one is a dull elemental with a weird penchant for pain. Nothing but pain seems to excite him, and I get the feeling that he only hasn't tried to burn me because that'd get him killed, but he sure does wish he could see my clothes slowly turned to ash, revealing my pale, bare body as it becomes redder and redder with the heat. My perfect skin starts to warp and boil, ruining my beautiful visage, warping it beyond recognition, then it inflates and starts to melt, sloughing off before searing and revealing my internal bones…
Uh… I'm NOT getting excited!
"Sure thing," Wolfy hums inside my mind, sounding slightly concerned.
I'm just imagining his sick fetishes…!
A-anyway, the other one is also bad. He's lazy, rude, addicted to drugs, and his lecherous stares undress me. Yeah, he'd definitely be someone I would fuck if I didn't have Wolfy, but right now what I need is to work with this gnome, so this means he's one of the worst partners I could ask for.
Really, his type makes me wet with how unbelievably lecherous his stare can get, but Wolfy does it better, a lot better. He can also take care of me and heal my heart after breaking me, so Samkelo would actually be a pretty bad fuck in the end.
It isn't even funny how bad most men I had were for me. Bunch of selfish wimps that could only think of getting a cock inside me. I mean, that's Wolfy most of the time, but even when his cock is hard he still brushes my hair, massages my body, does my nails, and then uses my feet to jerk off. I still think black polish looks the best when it's covered with his cum, and-…
I'm getting distracted! Focus, you whore!
"These 'plastics' are too crumbly, so we need to review the process again," I read the next topic for this meeting.
"I have a degree in chemistry, but I didn't work in a factory, I only dealt with pharmaceuticals," Samkelo excuses with an annoyed tone.
I breathe in deeply and calm myself because I need to be the big girl here. "I wasn't blaming you, I'm just pointing out the results of this test."
But the little man becomes a little child as he pouts and whines, "I'm tired of working on this. The chemicals here don't react like I want them to."
My sisters and Wolfy all stare at me, waiting for my response. I really wish I could bark at this idiot for being so, so…
"Insufferable," Wolfy kindly helps me.
Thank you, my dragon.
…so insufferable that I'd rather get fucked by the Punishment Cock than have to deal with him.
But I've been acting as a good little obedient whore lately, and the Punishment Cock isn't the only bad thing that would happen if I gave up here, so I take a second to smother the bitch inside me. "You're the only one who can unravel the mystery of 'plastics,' and we need this material more than we need your drugs," I attempt to encourage him.
"I can make super soldiers!" he exclaims, his child-like face starting to become red and round like a puffy nipple.
Now I'm finally allowed to get angry at him, so I match the tone of his skin color as I let my suppressed frustration show. "Wolfy will not accept 'meth'!" I sternly state, tired of this conversation.
He clenches his jaw in annoyance, starting to get worked up. "It's not 'meth'! It has something with 'meth' in the name, but it isn't 'methamphetamine' and it's also just one small part of the cocktail," he nervously explains, holding back on his anger to make sure his words come out right and not like a snot-nosed child.
Seeing him like this makes me actually dry up. I like sleazy men that want to use me as a cock warmer, not bratty children, though I shouldn't be surprised when a man who acts like the former also acts like the latter. "No, Samkelo. We need plastic, and that's the end of this discussion."
"Why the fuck-…" he begins to whine but immediately stops himself, sounding quite frustrated. After taking a second to breathe, he seems to get the courage to continue, "Why the fuck are we doing plastics of all things?"
I calmly adjust my glasses on my nose as I (poorly) attempt a smug smile that even bleeds into my tone. "Cheap and easily moldable. Wolfy needs it for his planes, and he also wants to introduce cars now that the price of gems is going to fall. We need materials to flood the Realm with goods!" I proudly exclaim. Wolfy didn't need my help to come up with these ideas, but I still feel all the pride I can regardless because… because I do!
But the little toddler just scoffs and rolls his eyes. "So boring! He's just an industrialist; I thought he was a military nerd."
I get really irked by this statement, making me want to pull the Royalty card against him, but even Aisco is of no help as he just stares in silence until someone directly talks to him. Then I finally understand something about Samkelo, and I feel like a genius for learning how to "handle" him.
So I put on my Big Girl demeanor and "lay down a trap," like Wolfy and Yunia like to say, "He's never going to accept 'super drugs' unless you can prove that they're safe. Let me remind you that some of our soldiers are Wolfy's personal fuck toys, and he loves his toys."
This puts him off-balance for a second as he suppresses a sigh because he definitely gets aroused at the mention of "fuck toys," but then something else grabs his attention. "'Super soldiers…'" he hums thoughtfully, then his eyes focus on me again, now glowing with a dangerous light. "Ask your dragon about Warhammer."
I don't have to say anything as Wolfy is listening, so I just pretend to wait a little, then I answer, "Wolfy says that 'forty-kay' is a horrible example to convince him about this."
This really frustrates Samkelo, and I feel sadistically happy to see his face scrunch up like this. "Are you f-… stims are a staple of settings like Warhammer and Starcraft. We have magic that helps deal with addiction and other issues, so there's a huge chance of us finding something great, but we need to start experimenting!"
This finally grabs Wolfy's curiosity, but not enough to immediately accept it, so we lay down another trap for the gnome. "Perhaps when our health care ministry is more developed. we'll train healers in the way of scientific research. But, we need to first finish building up the plastic's industry to raise more funds."
"Aren't you fucking rich?" he asks confusedly.
And I nod. "Yes, very, very rich, but money isn't infinite."
But this seems to put him into despair as he grabs his head. "If not even the rich elves can do this…"
So I loudly tap the papers to bring his focus to me again. "One step at a time, you little waddler. If you want your own 'juiced up' muscular men to fuck your ass, you need to make us some plastics first."
"Je ma se pous," he swears at me like a petulant child.
Yunia encourages me to sternly warn him about being so blatantly disrespectful, "Watch it, I know what this means."
"I recommend a gentle burn of his buttocks as punishment," Aisco suddenly chimes in.
Not only do we both get surprised at him finally speaking, we immediately look away in awkwardness.
"That's… unnecessary," I quietly reply. I'd rather not risk having Aisco's fetishes awake in me…
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Intermission end.
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I'm getting tired of how little progress on [Golemancy] I'm making, so for the rest of my afternoon, I play around with [Draconic Transformation]. I still want to grow bigger to fuck max-size Aoi as she herself is still increasing in size, so this skill deserves to be trained past level 10.
While I already know how to fly, it's still awkward and not that very graceful, so I decide to fly out of the castle. My mind is a bit heavy with a variety of topics, so I might as well have some fun.
I go out the balcony and spread my wings, then I use my will to push air into them at the same time that I flap, immediately giving me a bit of height. After merely two flaps, I straighten and angle them, making me glide forward. The sun hits my polished, mirror-like scales, and they shine with a regal light to anyone looking up.
There's only one or two people walking down the streets of the inner and outer circles of the castle, so I quickly move past them and reach the outer Shell. Now that one is always manned, and the men get distracted as I fly quite closely, but I notice a number of them kneeling in respect.
I don't stop to greet them as they're on duty and just fly on. The town opens up before my eyes, and I feel an odd sense of pride over it even though I had no real hand in its creation. However, the townspeople do respect me so much after the Intervention that even the Tribunal is on our side, and any newcomers quickly get "indoctrinated," so we all feel the safest we've ever felt here.
I never get tired of the colorful tree houses as they're the most fantasy-like house I've seen so far. The three different levels of the town also means that there's a wildly different atmosphere the lower you go, so it's like this place has it all.
The people stop and point as they notice me above, and only those who seem too stunned to kneel don't do so. This isn't really a good thing, though, as this is causing quite the disruption in the streets, but once in a while it's fine, I guess. We have the right to go outside, after all.
Well, it's tiring to fly, so I decide to find a place to touch down before I embarrass myself, and I cause a bit of a commotion as I land on the roof terrace of a coffee shop. This close, the commoners are scared of my form while also recognizing me, so they seem undecided about what they want to do.
I see a pretty elf waitress bravely take a few steps forward while staring at me in wonder, more smitten than scared, and I decide to tease her a tiny bit. She pauses as my intense gaze hits her, and I lower my head until I'm at eye level and our faces close, then I breathe in deeply her gentle perfume.
"Your beauty caught my eye, but I won't get in the way of your job," I whisper seductively, then I spread my wings and take flight again while she falls on her knees, blushing so heavily her cute elven ears look red.
I love doing that.
The further I fly away from the castle, the lower the quality of the tree houses, which start to look more like round, baobab trees than actual houses. Well, it's not like the high-class High Elven dwellings have a "house" air to them, to begin with. They just look neat, cute, and comfy to me.
But the traffic reduces after the halfway point as the "entrances" to the town are behind me now, and the Bark Shield Wall of the city's limits grows into my view. It's quite tall and not as well-manned as our Shell (not a lot of flying monsters around), so I don't cause much of a commotion as I fly out and into the wild.
Now there's only the crowns of the trees under me and small cracks that let me peek into the long way down to the floor of the High Forest. While it's nice to have the warm sun on my back, I'm still a cave dragon who prefers the darkness, so I dive.
From fresh to mossy, from warm to chilly, from bright to… gloomy, though not so gloomy this time because any ray of light that hits my scales reflects away, turning me into a sort of disco ball that illuminates the forest. Still, I love the underside of the High Forest as it's such a calming and magical place that appeals to my depressive side. The gigantic trees with their pretty "knitting patterns" are also humbling, though I am becoming bigger as a dragon, so slightly less humbling now.
And I take my time flying around them, just testing out my turns and swings. It's pretty easy to mess up and lose control of your own flight so badly that you start tumbling around, which makes you confused and lost about what's going on until the energy of the spin dies off. It's easy to recover unless you're in a tight spot and can't afford to wait to naturally slow down.
But now I start to have too much fun, so I end up pushing the limits of my flying skill… wait, is there a [Flying] skill?
"Nothing specific for your dragon wings. Even mine work differently than yours," Hana explains through our connection.
Unfortunate.
And my distraction causes me to spin in the air, shooting out of my circling maneuver around one of the High Trees. I open my wings and use [Telekinesis] on myself to slow down, then I manage to straighten up and get a hold of my bearings again.
I'm dangerously close to hitting another one of the High Trees, which is surprising since they're spread pretty far apart from each other. I guess I was fast enough only a few moments were enough to almost hit it… and this also means that I'm forced to endure Alissa's glare inside my soul space as she makes her disapproval of my actions quite obvious.
I need to learn how to properly fly like a dragon, though. It might be useful one day.
"Then take it seriously and don't get distracted," she grumbles back in my soul space, her orange jewels staring at me more intensely.
Well, that I can't disagree with.
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After flying for a while, I find myself "accidentally" crossing paths with our Rangers and Assassins. Alissa, Klein, and Thea are with them, so that's quite a lovely coincidence that we meet as I was just looking for somewhere to rest.
I transform back into a humanoid and approach them while the soldiers salute. Everyone's on a relatively flat patch of roots beside a big High Tree, resting while the scouts are out and searching for more groups of monsters. Everyone is wearing armor, so no sexy bodies to gawk at, but my girls are without their helmets so their pretty faces are out for everyone to fall in love with.
"How goes the hunting?" I cheerfully ask out loud. I already know the answer, but I just want to start a conversation that Klein and Thea can join.
And Klein obediently answers, "No monster is prepared for the silenced rifles. Even the normal ones can't react to the first shot, but if you don't kill of them immediately, the other monsters get alerted. With silenced rifles, though, we're unstoppable."
"That is, until our collective dreams shift," Thea cryptically remarks, receiving the attention of everyone, even the soldiers, but it seems this was unexpected for her because the pale fox beauty immediately becomes a pretty shade of scarlet.
"I believe she means that the monsters will evolve one day," Alissa kindly explains.
"Right, because they're born from our fears, and if we stop fearing the monsters because we have rifles…" I continue and let it hang.
"Oh! Then the new monsters will have guns themselves!" Klein exclaims as she quickly gets it.
"Exactly," Thea agrees, nodding adorably and making her pointy fox ears bob, but the three of us stare at its adorable movements, and she becomes shy again.
This gives me an idea, though. "How are Miss Klein and Miss Thea getting along?" I calmly ask Alissa. Obviously, I already know and didn't even need to ask out loud, but I want them to both understand the implication.
"They have both similar and different experiences that complement each other. I say they're a good pair for this sort of work," Alissa happily answers with a thinly veiled suggestiveness in her tone, and the two girls in question share a brief look.
I know Thea will do it out of obligation and enjoy it against her wishes, which I find really hot, but Klein will do it because she's an obedient slut, which is also really hot. When I think that I have seen everything a woman can offer, I find something new to enjoy, and right now I'm definitely savoring Thea's resistance to being submissive even though she finds this pleasurable.
It's like I'm "breaking" her without even touching her; it feels amazing. Yeah, of course, there's a bit of "toxicity" in deliberately doing something she dislikes, but it isn't like the rest of the girls are any better. They may love getting "abused," but they also really want to please me by recklessly indulging in extreme hedonism.
Thea just has a bit of tsun to her. It's unfortunate I couldn't bring it out before I fucked her and made her too submissive, but maybe I can make her "spicier." It's kinda cheating to be able to hear every thought of my wives, and even those who aren't bound, have submitted entirely, like Klein, Poosh, and Nono, so I feel like I could get something interesting with Thea.
But I can't be thinking of lewdness all the time.
"You two have very different perspectives and backgrounds, so don't underestimate how good this can be for solving problems in creative ways," I soberly advise them.
"We will," Klein happily and obediently replies, but Thea seems more neutral. It's expected that the isolationist werefox wouldn't understand the advantage she has, but she's open-minded enough to not dismiss it outright.
But enough serious talk, I have a very fun idea for what I want the girls to do next, "Now, let's have an exercise so you can show me your skills."
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