Chapter 19: CH19: Shortstack Creampie
Our fallback had changed from a squat piece of land to a three-story cabin with Helen's help. A day after we returned, she put us to work handling small projects to help build the cabin. First, we tore down trees and reinforced the walls to guard against future monster attacks. Then, after planning, we dug a moat and a trench to the nearby river. The water was already flowing south, so all we had to do was open a path, and the water flowed to us along with fish monsters of all shapes and sizes. Next, Alice mined an iron vein with Helen's help, and we quickly built a primitive smelter. Our cabin had all the makings of a settlement in less than a few days.
This place would have been perfect if we had planned to stay for longer than a week or two before heading out. But, unfortunately, we couldn't afford more than a week of rest if I planned to join the sect in Corinth this year.
After a long day of fortifying our position, Matt and I sat at the new table in our kitchen and ate the grilled fish whole. The bones didn't matter when my teeth were tough enough to crunch through them, thanks to Giant's Power. He picked at his fish slowly, avoiding the guts Alice didn't think to remove.
"You seem troubled," I said to help whatever this was along.
"Simps are people who failed to become tamers. And you killed him without a second thought." Matt said.
I hadn't heard a question, so I drank greedily from an energy drink purchased back in Jackson. Tonight would be rowdy. I needed the drink to keep up with the fun. When I put my can down, he didn't look like he would volunteer more. Maybe I was still stuck in the mindset of the last battle, but I didn't see the problem. The donkey simp wanted to rape us and practically tossed himself off a cliff to do it. Whether he died hitting the ground or on griffon talons didn't matter to me. He should have dropped his shadow shield if he wanted to die with less pain.
That probably wasn't an answer my friend would accept. He was conflicted about killing a rapist who happily declared he would take our asses with his mutant donkey cock. But, really, we were doing the world a favor.
"He died on griffon talons at most; I didn't save him; there is a difference," I said.
"What if you or I failed to keep our line and became simps?" Matt said.
The only cure wouldn't come for centuries in the form of memory backup implants. While the technology existed in this age, Geass wasn't the most technologically advanced region. Our people had only recovered from the legendary rampage and losing a war a few centuries ago.
"Maybe it would be better if we died, in that case, eaten by our waifus. I think I'll ask Alice to do that if she ever breaks my line." I said.
"How could you say that? I'm sure you could adjust and be yourself again with time." Matt said.
"Do you think the donkey simp even remembered his name or his mother's face? Did he beg us to help him get back to human society? He didn't give us a chance to talk or reason with him. When he attacked us on sight, I made some assumptions. All he knows is he hates tamers because we are what he failed to become. He would have only grown stronger, killed tamers, mated with their waifus, and created abominable monsters. I'm sure you've heard of the chimera." I said.
"When a simp rapes a waifu, a new monster is born mutated by the skills passed down by the simp and human genetics. But over time, they become stable strains of monsters and either find a place in the ecosystem or die out. That doesn't make them evil." Matt said
Our depressing conversation dried out my throat, so I upturned my energy drink. I loved the jolt it gave me even as it emptied. Tonight was going to be long but very rewarding. My skills were sure to grow, and I might even get an active skill that wouldn't mess me up.
"You left out their hatred of tamers passed down from the simp to its descendants. And who said anything about evil? Goblins aren't evil for killing tamers who sneak into their camps to steal waifus. What's wrong? Is your line damaged?" Matt didn't say anything, and that was enough.
I crushed the can in my hand and threw it at the rich boy. He caught it and glared at me. "On the way to your bedroom, toss it in the trash. A damaged line isn't fatal and doesn't mean you'll immediately turn into a simp. Get some sleep as much as you can and let your mind heal. You feel fine now, but tomorrow you'll have a raging migraine, the worst in your life." I said.
After digging through my bag, I pulled out a large pill bottle filled with powerful opioids. They could be addictive as hell, but if he persevered, he'd get through this. Finally, I slammed bottles of sleeping and nutrient pills on the counter. Follow the instructions on the bottles, and you'll be fine in a few days.
Matt looked at the pills, then back to me, then at the pills, and back to me. "So, this is normal; why haven't I heard of this?"
"Have you met Professor Cacao?"
Matt looked conflicted. "What about my new waifus?"
"Leave them sealed and go to bed. If you unseal them, they'll only damage your mind more until you really become a simp. And don't have sex with Sandy either." I said.
I waited for him to leave before grabbing a bottle of water out of my bag and draining half of it. Matt had a good chance of healing if he let his mind rest. It's why I bought the tamer medical kit in the first place. The death of tamers either came from other tamers, waifus, or monsters. Unfortunately, most tamers only thought to protect themselves from other tamers and monsters. But waifus turn hopefuls into simps in the first place.
That should never be forgotten. So, I maintain my line religiously, and it's time for an orgy. My girls needed attention, and I planned to give them plenty of it. Alice had already volunteered Helen to go first.
I opened the door to my bedroom, where Helen waited naked atop my sleeping bag. Only twenty paces into the room, Helen rubbed lotion into her supple legs and stretched out her worn muscles. She flashed me the edge of her heat swollen lips, and by the demon goddess waifus of Qliphoth, I wanted her. Her golden glow drew like a mouth to an open flame deadly to all but the Battra line. I saw the way her lips parted cutely in two golden lips singing for me to plunder her depths. A wild craze flowed through me with an unbearable urge to pound into her until we were indivisible in mind, if not body. Madness spilled over my senses, terrible in its fire that burned my thoughts and pushed against my line. A new tamer shouldn't be able to resist such a powerful mental attack. Still, against my line, her mental attack broke apart and splashed harmlessly. My line was to her mental attack like a mighty oak was to the rain.
"Hammer my line all you want; you'll never break me," I said as I moved into the room.
My hands moved swiftly to unclasp my armor, letting it fall heavily on the floor. My boots were harder to kick off, nearly tripping me in my effort to get comfortable. The air in the cabin was humid from the rain a day ago, but I barely noticed. The power skills had changed me with the tempering heat of flames, weight of the earth, and pressure of the ocean's depths. Changes happened quickly when I didn't turn off the passive skills. Their changes to my body were obvious, even to my own eyes.
Muscle bulged across my body harder than diamonds. At the same time, my joints were increasingly nubile, and my skin glowed gold at times like Helen's. By the demon goddess waifus of Qliphoth, I had been changed, and I could feel the power that remade me in all its glory. Even my pecker was harder than it had ever been before. With a single skill, I could be so much more to my lovers than a one-trick pony.
"You look like a statue from the old human ruins come to life, except your bigger," Helen said as she stared at my raging hard-on. I approached her warry as a panthrafu approaching an anteater far to the south across the ocean in the Citrinitas region.
Helen half-heartedly tried to kick me, and I caught her foot. Small, clawed nails capped each of her toes, filed down, and blunted to fit in a pair of boots laid at the foot of the bed. Unlike the rest of her body, the soles of her feet were a soft light shade mixed between gold and white. I touched her tired feet, and she jumped. I grinned, and she scooted back away from me.
"What wrong did that tickle?"
"No, you're imagining things," Helen said as I eased closer.
I slipped a hand between her thighs, and she groaned as I parted her soft dark golden opening. Tight rippling walls squeezed my finger, sucking lightly for more. When I tried to withdraw, a ring of her flesh looped around my finger before dragging me deeper. Helen grinned as she buried me to my knuckle. Her rippling walls clenched, and she rubbed my finger sweetly, hinting at how she planned to treat my meat stick once inside.
Blow after blow struck my line like a warhammer against a stone wall. Helen chipped away at my line but damaged her hammer with every strike. My line was mighty and thick even as she chipped away at it; I fixed the damage between swings. She dipped and faded only to strike from another angle. Still, I had grown strong under Alice's continuous assault on my line. There was no spot on my line where she could deal any significant damage that wasn't healed before her next hit. After each taming, I found it easier to predict where she would hit next because I learned how she fought.
I gently pulled my finger from her delectable quim and tasted her. There was something about doing that in front of her that brought a sense of pleasure. Helen enjoyed being appreciated, even from something as small as tasting her heat.
The golden-skinned goblifu wrapped her feet around my backside and pulled closer. I altered course enough to grind my member against the hardness of her clit. Helen shivered as I rocked my hips, slowly rubbing against her hood enough for her to feel it but not enough to overstimulate her. Helen liked a little pressure but not too much. I counted my strokes and eased up when her ears twitched in a way that meant she had enough. Then I pushed myself against her hungry hole and felt her swallow me up before the little loop of flesh at her entrance encircled my head and clamped down at my base.
Deliciously nubile gems of tightening rippling flesh ground against my member as her cunny practically overflowed with want. Her hips jumped as I reached for her golden rear. Her tight behind felt good in my hands while I grunted and pushed into her to get every last bit of her sweet pressure. Helen closed her eyes and squeezed her legs around me to get every last millimeter of me into her.
There wasn't a need to think about anything but unloading into her when I was ready. Helen raised up, and we kissed while her hard dark golden nipples pushed against my chest. I could feel her soft breasts squish against me as we pressed together while her cunny squeezed and pulled with a gluttonous hunger for every drop.
I felt a new skill break from her, and I grinned as I got my first usable active. Geomancy was at its heart a utility skill until it was beefed up with three other skills. To make it a devastating force that controlled the earth itself, I needed Architect, Speed Build, and Geo Shaping. Helen already qualified to get Architect after building the cabin on her next rank-up. It wouldn't matter what she ranked up into if it still had the earth attribute, which all the goblin line had. To get speed build, Helen needed to build several structures in a week before ranking up. Geo Shaping was a hard one; it was a skill only the Earth Fairy line had, and she couldn't get it by ranking into a trollifu. I needed to buy a skill disk for it. Fortunately, it shouldn't cost more than 180,000 credits; with Matt's help, that won't be impossible.
We laid together for a while as I softened within her. Then, finally, she moved her hips, hungry for a second round, so I rolled her over, lifted her up with my hands under her butt, and pounded her from behind. I only stopped when she fell asleep in my bed. A smirk spread across my face.
My line was still perfect, and I could go another 20 rounds after the energy drink. That should be enough to give them each two rounds if they wanted. So, I left my bedroom to gather my other two girls for a round each.
Zoran
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Dragon Power: Apprentice 9.87%
Giant Power: Intermediate 7%
Leviathan Power: Intermediate 2%
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Geomancy: Beginner 0%
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