How does one defeat an immortal succubus vampire capable of regenerating from mental and physical trauma so long as they had blood and mana?
By giving them so many orgasms that it took them too much time and energy to heal.
After we both received the Creation Magic and talked a bit about it, Yue and I decided to put the talk of magic and whatnot aside and celebrate our success in leaving the labyrinth.
This celebration led us to take a lengthy shower, an equally long soak in the hot spring, and an hours-long session in one of the many bedrooms.
Part of me wanted to say she was relentless, but I knew the truth was the opposite. I was the one who didn't give her even an ounce of reprieve, having experienced first hand the utter monstrosity that was her recovery.
To even the playing field, I added reinforcement to the mix and abused the hell out of the instant orgasm ability, essentially reducing her mind to lust-addled sludge and she herself into a moaning, incoherent, and babbling mess.
Of course, the damage wasn't permanent and I knew she enjoyed the treatment thoroughly, the sustained telepathic connection between us throughout the entire session giving me the confidence to do what I did.
I didn't walk so much as crawl out of that room unscathed though.
One of the sex abilities made each succeeding orgasm hit harder than the last, not just for her but for me as well.
The telepathic connection too didn't help, amplifying this power's effect by blasting me with waves of Yue's immense and unending ecstasy, something that would in turn enhance my own, creating a demented loop of lustful, delightful hell.
It went without saying, my stamina was in the dumps when I stumbled out of the room. I had to force my eyes to stay open as I leaned against the walls and staggered to the study.
Thankfully, the value representing my vitality on the Status Plate wasn't just decoration.
In minutes, the white and black spots left my vision. In an hour, the burn in my muscles had all but disappeared. Five hours after the celebratory romp, I was back in top shape.
Yue was the same too it seemed.
Pausing the most recent page flip, I held the sheet there and enjoyed the temporary silence in the room. My focus shifted to our connection and I sent forth impressions of my current location.
The panic on the other end became short-lived and immediately turned into joy and immense bashfulness, recent memories of incoherent babbling and total surrender coming over as well and putting a wry smile on my face.
I finally dropped the page and resumed reading, consuming the revealed contents in less than a second and flipping to what lay after.
Yue arrived ten minutes later, my head tilting up to the door as soon as she opened it.
A hue I knew she'd worked to take off her cheeks returned in full force as she strode into the room and locked eyes with me, a baggy white dress shirt covering her up.
I smiled and beckoned through our connection, leading her to circle the desk and come and sit on my lap.
For once, she didn't try to entice me. She simply threw her arms around my neck and buried her face in my chest, heavily breathing in my scent.
"Sleep well?" I asked, enjoying the sensation of brushing her long white locks with my hand.
She nodded meekly against my chest and I laughed, sensing the fresh wave of embarrassment and a pout that came over through the invisible line.
She beat my chest lightly and I stopped, giving way for silence to reign in the room. We both said nothing after that and just sat there, letting our minds and hearts do all the talking.
It was in this silent conversation that Yue sensed I wanted to talk about something. She pulled away from my chest and looked up at me with a searching gaze.
Her expression morphed into one of muted joy and playful reproach when I enjoyed the beauty of her eyes instead of answering her question.
I got the hint though and stopped playing around.
"... I know how much you want to return to the surface, and I wouldn't dream of denying you that. But there are a lot of things I want to do here before we leave. The Ancient Magic has given me a lot more options and I want to explore them fully. Is it okay if we stay here for a while?"
Picking up hints of what I meant by "things to do," Yue looked over her shoulder, her eyes darting between the book I was reading and the plain black glove in my left hand.
She pressed her head against my chest and wrapped her arms around me.
"It's okay. It doesn't matter where the place is. So long as you're there I'll be fine," she said and raised her head, sensing my urge to kiss her and reciprocating it, her arms going up and around my neck.
To convey just how grateful I was, I didn't hold back at all, a sense of freshness invading both of our minds and bodies while smooching and sharp intakes of breath filled both of our ears.
I almost lost myself in the excitement though, nearly breaking my concentration and stopping the flow of cursed energy I had going since I sat down in this chair.
Yue sensed these changes and pulled her reddened lips away with great reluctance, giving me another searching look and turning around, this time completely so she could glare at the object taking away her enjoyment.
I sensed her question and beat her to it. "It's the power I got from the formation. It lets me create things called Cursed Tools," I said, helping her settle on my lap and rest her back on my chest while I brought the glove closer.
"By pushing a certain amount of energy into any item, I can give it certain abilities. Remember these knives?" I asked, grabbing one of the repurposed hunting knives laying on the table. "They were already on their way to become cursed tools. The ability simply let me know how far I'd progressed. Here, try and break it."
Sensing the doubt as she grabbed the knife, I said nothing and let her try. She hadn't eaten the meat of the snakes yet, but her petite form held enough strength to—with a single blow—punch a man three times her size clean through and toss him away like a paper weight.
The muscles of her thin back flexed against me as she grabbed both ends of the blade and squeezed, her intent to bend them downward remaining just that… intent.
She gave up after a short while and passed the knife back to me, her head tilting up for answers.
"It's the same application of energy I use to strengthen my body. Just permanent in this case," I quickly answered.
"Mmm… so it changes the metal into a stronger one?" she asked, looking at the other knives splayed out on the desk.
"No," I shook my head. "You can't sense it but there's cursed energy in the knife, reinforcing it the same way I do to my body."
"But then… doesn't it run out?"
"That's the thing… it doesn't."
She spun her head to face me, catching my wide excited smile.
"I know. Insane."
Silence reigned for a while as she took in the implications. "You can create energy."
That… wasn't where I was going but yeah. "Ehhh… that's true, but I can't use it for things like boosting my capacity since I don't have a skill for that. I can make items that regenerate though. Either themselves or their users. Not both, sadly."
Yue nodded and settled down again, grabbing my left wrist and looking at the glove in my hand. "Is that what this is?"
"No. It takes a lot of cursed energy to create these items. I've calculated how long it'll take to create one with a technique and it's too long. I've found a way to shorten it, but even that will take…" I pause and grab my Status Plate, checking my cursed energy value.
"...nineteen more hours," I said, my tone losing a bit of enthusiasm.
"That's why I'm creating this though," I continued, bringing attention back to the glove. "When the time comes to imbue the technique, I'm going to choose the tool creation one, not the regeneration. That will give me an extra hand with its own supply of cursed energy."
Yue gripped my wrist tightly as the significance of my words settled in. She turned to face me fully, knees on my thighs, hands grabbing my loose shirt and eyes shining with awe. "The time you spend creating will reduce."
I nodded, smiling again.
"That is… brilliant, Rick," she said and looked away absentmindedly. "Imagine if you make more. The time will be even shorter," she paused and found my eyes again. "I want to experiment with the Creation Magic."
"There's nothing stopping you, my queen," I said and found her right cheek with my free hand, enjoying the warmth my sudden contact intensified.
She tightened her grip on my clothes and leaned into the touch, our connection conveying the many unsaid words and sentiments. Our faces drew closer until our lips met in another kiss, this one more chaste than the last.
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Ten million fucking points.
That's how much cursed energy I dumped into the no, not stupid, black glove. God, just thinking about it made me want to pass out.
It turned out exactly how I wanted though. Thank goodness for that. If it hadn't after the non-stop attention I'd given it these past 24 hours, I honestly don't know how I would've reacted.
Breaking a lot of things would definitely not be out of the question.
To test the effects of my new creation, I wore it on my right hand and picked up guess what, another glove. I channeled cursed energy into it through the enchanted one, instantly getting the barest equivalent of a progress bar.
With the help of the Status Plate and some light testing, I'd discovered that my cursed energy recovered at a rate of 0.1 percent per second, meaning bottoming out my reserves would see them full in less than three hours.
Every time.
Obviously elated at such a discovery, I devised a method to take full advantage of it in the cursed tool creation process.
The first step of said method was to dump almost all my cursed energy into the item I wanted to transform, leaving about 60 points in the tank.
From there on, I'd channel about 40 points into the item every second, using a significant portion of the recovered energy and letting the remaining drip drop into the tank to fill me back up slowly.
Even with all this, I only managed to reduce the duration to a little over 24 hours.
Not anymore.
From what I could tell, the glove indeed served as another hand, my hand, and it cut down this time by half. If I was willing to spend another uninterrupted 12 hours, I'd have a pair of gloves that would bring that twelve down to six.
Too bad I wasn't willing.
Yue had come over occasionally during the 24 hour period to snuggle for an hour or two and then leave. It hurt to see her struggle with my absence.
Well, struggle was a strong word, but I knew how much she disliked being alone or to be more precise, be away from me. Her imprisonment had beaten the fear of lonesomeness into her so hard not even her trauma reversing regeneration could deal with it.
And I felt like an asshole for not taking that into account when I started this one day retreat.
Add that to the increased time we had to spend away from the surface due to my wishes and you got a guilty boyfriend looking to make things up to his partner.
Picking up all this through our connection, Yue joyfully stopped practicing her spells and made her way back into the mansion, joining me in the hallway that led to what had unanimously become our bedroom.
Her smile mirrored mine as we interlocked arms and strolled towards the door. She looked up at me and asked, playfulness and anticipation shining in her jeweled orbs. "Rick, what are you hiding?"
"It's a surprise," I said and patted her arm in pacification.
She pouted and looked away, her emotions and thoughts a whole other story.
We soon found ourselves back in the room. In the clean, orderly room. No stains, no marks, or damages anywhere, the bed and pillows a pristine white and free of the crumps and creases we'd beaten into them.
"It was the golem we saw in the other room. I saw it leaving when I came to change," Yue said, answering the unsaid question.
"A maid robot. Very convenient and useful. Wish I had one," I trailed my eyes over the restored room and said wistfully, shaking my head free of the pointless thoughts and bringing my focus to why we were both here.
Sensing that her own curiosity was about to be sated, Yue turned to face me as I did her only to widen her eyes as the arm hidden behind me came free.
Held between my fingers was a gold ring, unadorned with neither gems nor inscriptions, a fact that didn't matter to the enraptured vampire queen as she let me raise her dainty left hand up.
"Yue…" I paused, hesitating before soldiering on, "...I won't lie and say I love you wholeheartedly. I honestly wish I did, but the time we've known each other is too short. In this short time though, I've come to enjoy your presence like nothing else.
Your eyes, your smile, your strength, and the way your affection for me bleeds through your every word and action. I wake up every morning thinking about how I'm undeserving and go to sleep doing the same.
I dislike it when we are apart for too long, and making you sad makes me feel like an asshole. I like you, and I like you a lot. But that's not enough. I want to love you.
I have no doubt that if we continue to stay with each other, I'll come to love you exactly the same way you love me. Perhaps even more. I hope even more. So will you allow me to stay by your side? Will you be my girlfriend?"
My proposal came to an end and I gazed hopefully at the speechless vampire.
She darted her eyes between the ring and my face repeatedly, mouth opening and closing a few times before she said amidst nods and faint tears. "Yes. I'll be your girlfriend."
No sooner had her words landed did I push the ring onto her finger, getting a faceful of joy from her side of our connection. Joy that mirrored my own as I bent down took her lips in a pre-consummatory kiss, arms going around her.
She mimicked my actions and wrapped her arms around my neck, jumping and locking her legs around my waist.
The kiss remained chaste for a short time before devolving into something less innocent, my back hitting the wall as she messed up my hair and I her shirt.
XXXXXXX
Ripping and tearing disrupted the smooching, moaning, and sharp breathing as regular strength reduced her single piece of clothing to rags.
A quick flip followed this and saw her back pressed against the wall, my right hand going low to quickly loosen my pants.
My originally stifled member sprang free and stood proudly, enjoying the cool air and twitching at the thought of returning to a familiar paradise.
Still engaging in a tango of tongues and lips, I held my tool with one hand and pressed it against her slit, rubbing the head up and down its length, feeling the warm lips there react to my actions.
"~Mmmn…~Mmmn…" Yue moaned needily into our kiss, trying and failing to buck her hips forward.
Her dew of arousal mixing with my pre to turn her sex into a glistening promise of ecstasy, I stopped the teasing right before the first orgasm ripped through her and gently pushed my waist up, creating an obscene sight as my red, angry head widened her opening and disappeared from view.
We both groaned and broke away from the kiss, burying our faces into the other's necks as shocks of the tight scraping reverberated through us for a good minute.
Once we both recovered, we found our eyes again and pressed our foreheads against each other, my two hands lodged firmly in the meat of her pillowy ass like a pair of clamps.
As though it were a staring contest, none of us wanted to break away as I forced my way deeper, each of us noting the other's hitched breathing and the struggle to keep our eyelids open.
Yue broke first, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head as my head pressed firmly on the soft, fleshy door to her womb. I shut my eyes soon after, forehead pressed against her chest as I fought my balls to stay calm.
It took a while, but as soon as I was certain of no sudden meltdowns, I pulled back my waist all the way, leaving just the tip in. I enjoyed the reveal of my glistening length for less than a millisecond and thrust forward again.
The high Yue was coming down from returned in full swing. "Ohhh! Mmmn! Mmmn!"
~Slap!... ~Slap!... ~Slap!...
Again and again, in and out I went, scraping her wet walls, hitting the bottom of her cavern at the end, and jolting her body each time.
Her sharp warm breaths tickled my ear with each delightful scrape and thrust, the sheer lust in them spurring me on and dragging my own eruption closer and closer.
My round trips into her cavern picked up speed with time, the force behind them intensifying as well. Soon each "plap" was accompanied by a bang against the wall, the force travelling through her into me.
I was initially worried, but her augmented reactions to the uptick in roughness and the reduction in time between her climaxes told me I was hitting the right buttons.
~Plap ~Plap ~Plap ~Plap
It may have been seconds, it may have been minutes or hell, maybe even hours, but it was soon time for me to hop onto the orgasm train.
Speeding up my thrusts, I dug my hands harder into her ass even and stole her lips in a wild kiss, grunting like a beast as I ended with the deepest thrust I could muster, my cocked head going past her cervix slightly.
"Ugh... Yue... Babe!" I called out absentmindedly amidst the heavenly sensations while letting the flood of my neutered soldiers through, both of locking up as our heartbeats and temperatures climbed to near dangerous levels.
We leaned against each other on the wall until consciousness returned to us. Our foreheads found each other and pressed together, bathing each other with our heavy but quickly stabilizing breaths.
"That was… ~hah–" I panted, "—amazing."
"Mmm…" Yue smiled and nodded, sending through our connection that she wanted to try something.
Unable to sense exactly what, I considered this a mirroring of me hiding the proposal from her and wasted no time in going along with it.
I pulled back my waist, my rapidly stiffening member escaping her gaping entrance with a faint "plop." Slowly and gently I lowered her, a good amount of creamy evidence leaking onto the floor and down her thighs.
Without missing a beat she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bed, wordlessly directing me to lay spread eagle on it with my shoulders on the fluffy pillows and head against the wooden bedrest, her leisurely movements unbefitting someone whose sex just received a rough beating.
Before I could ask "what next," golden ropes of compressed air and mana appeared at four corners of the bed and latched onto the ends of my limbs and the bed posts.
The fact that I'd been splayed out in an X shape temporarily out of mind, I tested my strength against the bonds. Cracks spread through the manacle around my right wrist with a slight flex but quickly disappeared.
Subsequent and higher applications of strength produced smaller and less frequent cracks until even my full mutation enhanced strength did nothing to the mana-air construct.
Just what was she planning?
I felt a familiar sensation on my lower head and brought my gaze back to my captor, her gaze full of playfulness and love as she held my twitching tool with one hand and balanced teasingly on it.
It took every ounce of will not to thrust up and show her who was boss.
"Yue… babe… what's going on?"
"Babe?" she paused her arousing movements and looked at me. "Is that a nickname?"
"It's a term of endearment where I come from. Couples use it to refer to each other."
"Babe… babe… I like it," she said excitedly and lined up her waiting entrance with my head, getting into a squat as a belt of gold connected to both sides of the bed latched tightly onto waist.
Dammit, she noticed.
Both hands pressed against my unnaturally hard abs, she pushed herself down with none of the gentility I employed with her, slamming down on my pelvis with a loud smack, bone breaking force thumping through me harmlessly.
"You can relax babe… I'll take care of you," she moaned in a husky, breathy tone and pulled herself off my length, only to smack down again at a higher speed.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Again and again she reeled back her waist and slammed down with insane fervor, hands digging into me with every pleasurable jolt. Her eyes turned dreamy and she panted with every movement, her orgasm bar in my mind slowly but surely getting full.
The bed creaked like it'd been created by a shoddy craftsman, but the reality was anything but.
Unlike me, who exercised great control of my strength and applied it sparingly during our "fights," Yue showed no such restraint. She pulled out all the stops from the beginning and let me experience the full force of her desire.
Up, down, left, right she went, beating my pelvis deeper and deeper into the bed, slowly but surely dragging my orgasm up by force with her impossibly tight depths and unrestrained behaviour.
As always though, her orgasms, no matter how she tried to fight them, always arrived before mine.
The mental progress bar in my head drew close to completion and I swore right before it filled up, Yue narrowed her eyes like she knew something I didn't, her victorious smile putting me on edge.
She slammed down onto me right as she climaxed, my cockhead pressing against her bruised but healing cervix. I got to enjoy that unique sensation for the briefest of moments as pleasure of a different and more potent variety overtook my senses.
Against my ironclad control, a fresh batch of ejaculate rushed up my length, out my stimulated cockhead, and shot straight into her womb, my limbs and hips jerking and straining against the unbreakable golden bonds.
Yue's hands dug even harder into my abs as she trembled and choked from the climax, her white locks waving about as her eyes rolled into her head and her back arced and undulated like a snake.
I'd realised this long ago but said nothing about it. The sex perks didn't just affect me, they affected Yue as well. Whatever I could do to her through them, she could do the same to me.
Her noticing this was something I expected to happen eventually . Just not this soon.
Her heavy pants slowing to a stop after a while, Yue straightened and flashed me a proud smile before slowly sliding off of me, her breath hitching with the action.
Speechless, I watched her float my cum from her leaking hole into her mouth where she swallowed it without hesitation.
She knelt between my legs and grabbed my flaccid and equally flabbergasted member, her delighted smile growing even prouder as she channeled mana into it.
"My experiments with the Creation Magic have been … difficult. My affinity for it is indeed low like you said. But something else you said made me look in another direction.
You said it affects only inorganic matter, things that do not originate from living things and do not decay. That got me thinking…," she paused, waving my slick member around playfully as her mana reached deeper and farther into my body, "...water is inorganic right?"
My eyes went wide as I sunk further into speechlessness and now, fear. Her mana latched onto a part of me I couldn't describe and did… something. I felt a portion of my blood rush downward and my member sprang up in an almost painful flash.
Her smile became all teeth.
She gripped my length and directed her mana in my body down to my scrotum, doing something that made me twitch in her grasp.
"What you're feeling is what I do when I cast a water spell. I'm manipulating the moisture in your blood to move it around. I'm also enchanting it with the Automatic Regeneration and Stamina Conversion skill," she said while squeezing me tight, her smooth hand running up and down my member in twisting circles.
Pre-cum began leaking from my tip in more than normal amounts as her mana retracted from my scrotum. She quickly palmed the bulk of it and lathered my tool up, her other hand joining the effort.
"Unghhh…"
Mana suddenly suffused my member and testicles, rousing the blood in the former and the ejaculate in the latter, both following the motions of handjob and turning it into an arduous battle for my dignity.
~Slick ~Slick ~Slick
Yue loyally worked my length and slowly enlarging semen stores, the unholy clash of sensations making each upward squeeze an almost climax. Seriously, if I didn't have crazy endurance, I was certain each upward jerk would see me shooting ropes of cum.
The fight continued for what felt like hours, buckets of sweat flowing my forehead and my pelvis quivering like a steam pot shut tightly.
Seemingly confident in her abilities, Yue didn't leverage the instant orgasm ability and kept jerking, her expression content and relaxed, like she knew no matter what I'd give.
~Slick ~Slick ~Slick
The battle continued, a heaviness having settled over me, but mostly prominent as a spot just below my member.
At my wits end, my breathing began to pick up, the weight of exertion settling on me.
For a brief moment, my vision doubled, affecting my concentration and my timing, the latter slipping by a millisecond. As a result, I failed to stop the umpteenth escape attempt of my neutralized semen.
I threw my head back and growled, a loud beastly thing as a thick rope of white shot through the tiny gap with the force of a rocket, more and more of leaping after it like it was a race.
Yue's victory hit me with the force of multiple hurricanes, the rapid, upward and downward jerks of her smooth hands and the fire shooting rapidly from my tip the only discernible sensations for a good while.
I think I actually passed out, because when my soul returned to my body, I was covered in a thin sheet of sweat and the space between me and Yue was filled with the result of her masterful handiwork.
There was so much of it I noticed that the heaviness below my member had all but disappeared.
Watching my girlfriend keep my semen suspended and drag them rope by thick rope into her mouth, little Rick should've stood up to attention, but like me he was completely spent.
'I'm tired boss,' he said.
We both sat there and watched as our taskmaster swallowed enough of my seed to fill a small bowl, the sensual and erotic sight unable to serve as a pick me up.
Fear gripped me again when she finished her meal and held up my totally spent and shrunken member.
It was my turn to swallow when her mana worked its previous magic with finesse and ease that eclipsed her previous attempt. Her getting better at this was the last thing I needed.
Little Rick stood upright like a dutiful soldier despite the thorough beating it just received.
Satisfied with the results of her handiwork, Yue turned around and pressed her round and soft behind against me, my throbbing member laying between her ass cheeks and along the length of her spine.
Flashing me a sweet smile full of dangerous promises, she grabbed me and leaned forward, aligning the head of my tool with her waiting entrance before letting out a faint, satisfied whine as she leaned back and took it all in.
Staring at her amazing ass and feeling my hands itch all of a sudden, I shifted against my bonds as the grasping and squeezing of her starved, wet cavern and the mana hooks she'd sunk into my body hit me in full force simultaneously.
The smile she just flashed me came to mind along with the volcanic nature of the recent handjob. I gulped, recalling an image of a skeleton with a shattered pelvis and a term; scaroused.
Her hands gripping my legs like steel clamps broke me out of my thoughts. She leaned forward till my length was out of her by a decent amount before she reversed direction and swallowed me whole again.
Unlike before, she started slowly, probably to adjust to this position and find a comfortable rhythm. A rhythm that once she found, descended into another unrestrained pounding session.
Her ass bubbled and shook with every slam against me, the hypnotizing globs of fat and flesh flattening against my crotch for the briefest of moments each time.
Soon, she had the entire bed shaking yet again.
When her mana went into my dick and started to suck it from the inside just like her tightness did from the outside, that's when the fear of what I had unleashed truly set it.
…God help me.