Losses at the Landing (R-18)

I looked up at the absolutely massive statue, the sheer angle not even letting me see the points at which it stopped being whole. I was reaching the end. I knew that much and with the fight against Castor still fresh in my mind… I knew I would have to change some things. More than just upgrading using the Red Orbs, of course. In theory, the amount of them coming up would be enough to upgrade everything to the max, but… Would that really be enough?

Not quite confident in that, but more or less confident in the game mechanics, I turned back and sat down, my legs hanging off the side of the dock as I started looking through the shop again. Various things would likely come along simply by continuing this path, earned naturally, so I would have to choose things that were unlikely to come normally and which would help me grow, help me fight and most importantly… Help me win.

[[Abnormal Condition Resistance Lv.1/10] – A resistance against abnormal status effects such as poison, petrification, confusion, charm, slow, corrosion and so on

[Area Crushing Lv.1/10] – A powerful technique that treats 'the territory' as a target instead of an 'individual enemy'. Truly, a Skill to solve everything with violence. MP is consumed on every attack while this skill is active proportional to the amount of power being used

[Perseverance Lv.1/6] – Defense and Resistances are slightly increased. As long as you have MP, HP cannot drop below 1, but all damage negated this way is instead taken off of MP until sufficient damage to reduce both MP and HP to 0 is taken

[Conviction Lv.1/10] – An attack enhancement that increases damage proportionally to the total value of all un-repented sins committed by the enemy. 1% per Skill Level of all damage is applied regardless of the amount of defense the opponent has]

Unfortunately, I had more or less gotten distracted while considering the various possibilities and skills, buying an almost random set of them instead, though I was more or less sure that they would be useful in some way or another.

In theory, it would have taken a considerable amount of exposure to various status effects to get [Abnormal Condition Resistance], which I did not really want to go through. [Area Crushing], at least in theory, would allow me to make my attacks Area of Effect, maybe more so than they were previously when it came to certain possible future techniques, which would help against groups of enemies, of which there were many around here.

[Conviction] was… A powerful tool, yet one I had to admit was not for the immediate setting. The enemies waiting for me in DxD were more or less evil to begin with. Rizevim was doubtlessly and without argument an evil bastard as well as a Devil. I was not sure how it would work on the likes of Riser, who was also a Devil but not really all that evil, just an asshole. As a Devil however he should still be greatly affected. Even the Hero Faction was at least tangentially a terrorist organization. I was not sure how effective it would be against the common enemies here, or even the Furies… Or DxD's Loki, since he is a God and as such, can he truly be said to be sinful? Probably. I am not, after all, aware of the standard of sins for the skill.

[Perseverance] was taken for the sake of survival. Strangely, it did not seem to have an effect on my mind yet, but I was only just getting up from where I was sitting to face the next enemies, who showed up just as expected. More goat men, the enemy type apparently not changing just yet, if it would at all… MP became important again, though mostly for boss fights, since my MP would be a lot harder to bring down to zero than my HP.

A combination of [Area Crushing] and [First Form] could still be utilized against the common enemies, even if they were not bunched up enough to really draw the full use out of [Area Crushing]; it still felt like it was applied though, so at least that was something. The first attack was a swing for the throat while the second moved at the same time to cut a line across the midriff in the opposite direction, the swings stopping before going wide, both Blades moving into an X, though the enemy seemed to have already been dead by that point…

The hits had two additional effects. One was the usual opening of a rift born from the [Soul of Hades], while the other was a feeling that could not quite be described by physical sensations. It was a sort of ripple, a localized shell of air and tremors that did not focus on the enemy itself, but the 'area in which the enemy was'. It was an even smaller area than expected, but it would be effective eventually, I was pretty sure. The hand that spawned out of the rift did not seem to have the same [Area Crushing] effect…

[[First Form: Shooting Calamitous Breath] updated with [Area Crushing]

[[First Form, Second Step: Ascension by Division] updated as a result]

I ignored the automatic update and focused instead on the larger variant of the enemies that came as if a commander. Even against him, the AoE did not increase, but it did not need to. The first four attacks were enough to kill even him as it turned out, in spite of possible additional factors that had to be considered.

The skill, or rather the combination, was used on every one of the enemies that had shown up, mostly to try and grind it out to a higher level. And to grind it the best way, I would have to use it at every chance I could get… Even if I was not fully sure that was a good idea either as I might get stuck in a pattern and fail to 'freely' use my weapons as a result due to a lack of practice…

It did, however, serve to prove a certain point; the area around us was effected as well, the wood of the dock giving out from the strain of damage by the end of the arrival of the enemies. It was easy to repair that however with another gesture which activated the Stone. Time related powers were a bit rare to come by, but just the ability to age things back and forward would be immensely useful and I could manage other uses later, probably.

I was soon surprised that, In spite of the supposedly cursed status of this place, there seemed to still be workers, or at least civilians, three of which were being chased by goat men with spears, three of which I managed to save, or at least delay the deaths of, by throwing a Blade upwards toward the spears that were thrown, a [Mana Burst] being… Not that well timed, going off before the spears reached level with the Blade, the combination with [Area Crushing] surprisingly creating a larger than expected 'umbrella' of air and pressure, still causing the spears to go wide and miss anyone important.

I was not actually sure where the workers could go, but at least I didn't just let them die. Well, regardless of if it was to continue doing so, I faced the goats that were chasing them. Following the previous point, it would probably be best to alternate between how I fight them. Using purely skills against one group of enemies, then free range fighting against the next, alternating as long as there are enemies.

I was using the Blades as a short range weapon for a while now, but maybe I should try and use the full length instead. It hardly felt like I was wasting them, but maybe it could change things, somehow. For their length, the chains were surprisingly rigid and fast. Not quite instantaneous, but the combination of those two traits nearly made it so the distance was ignored, as long as it was within a certain distance. If I wanted to hit an enemy, the hit would happen just slightly later than it would if they were immediately in front of me and with good accuracy. Of course, I could not flow as well into the next attack like this, but with the sheer amount of damage I seemed to be doing, it did not matter as much..

Naturally, attack enhancers like [Conviction], [Mana Burst – Calamity of Flame] and [Area Crushing] were not included in the decision of fighting without skills. Each strike was accompanied by a small boom as I started understanding a fact that should have been obvious. [Area Crushing] works better with attacks that were supposed to be more open in the first place. Rather than just using the Bursts for enhancement of the attacks, using them in tandem with Crushing caused a sizable explosion with no true apparent additional cost or focus.

As such, every enemy had a small explosion of [Calamity of Flame] and [Soul of Hades]'s purple flames, if they even truly were flames, happen directly on them to ensure their defeat. I was almost surprised they didn't explode into burning blood and gore when they were killed like that… Either I wasn't using enough force, or something else was preventing such an ending.

The enemies just kept scaling. All things considered, with the sheer amount of boosts and bonuses I had acquired since starting, the basic enemies now were probably around the same level of power as the elephants from the very beginning in the Town of Kirra, yet I did not feel it, still scaling and getting stronger right beside them, even faster at that due to the Skills I was getting. Come to think of it, that was quite a while ago, wasn't it? Long enough that I was surprised I wasn't dead tired yet… Must be a trait of the Gamer's Body.

The line of thought had almost distracted me for long enough for the attack which was not at all sneaky to actually catch me by surprise. From the depths of the water nearby, the tentacles shot out, one of them coming down to try and crush me under it, Blades quickly raised as I prepared for impact, additional Bursts trying to negate the sheer force with which it came down with while Crushing further increased the area of impact to try and reduce the force being put on me.

The Blades still sunk into the tentacle, causing it to retreat and throw me off, maybe willingly and intentionally as I was sent flying toward the sea, where the monster would be able to truly fight me on its own territory. I managed to stop myself mid-air however and more or less glide back to solid ground with surprisingly little opposition. At least until the statues came to life again and tried to crush me with their hammers…

I needed more skills. As the First Form carried my Blades into four strikes, the Flames heating them up and carving through my enemies one after the other, only whatever magic had animated them in the first place still keeping them alive and crawling on the floor with half of their bodies until their heads were also destroyed… I acknowledged that I still needed more skills.

I was plenty strong right now, but to face against a boss, against something of that size and the power with which it just tried to kill me? I was not confident enough in getting a victory. Well, I would win, I would find a way, but I was one or two hits away from dying when fighting the abomination. If I could somehow avoid near death by getting more skills, then I would get more skills. It was only natural.

More Skills however meant more LP. And LP had a few particular possibilities on how to obtain. I needed a considerable amount of it and the time within which I could safely obtain them was… Short. I was pretty sure that there wasn't an actual boss in the near future, but my memories were getting hazy. Like watching a movie I was pretty sure I had watched already but failed to actually remember the scenes and particular bits of the plot until the scene itself came up.

I knew, however, that I would have to deal with both of the Furies that were still alive eventually. I was pretty sure the first one had lost her arm to 'me' as well, which meant that at some point between now and the point at which I appeared, I had faced and crippled her. All in all, I definitely needed more Skills. Or just more LP to get Skills in the heat of the moment.

Reaching a bit of a wooden platform and noting the surroundings were… Quiet enough, I put my hand to the planks. [Clean Body]… Somehow worked on the wood. It wasn't really for a big distance, but at the least it was… A cleaner spot. It would likely be a while before we actually reach somewhere inside, somewhere softer or whatever… But I had more or less decided to give it a shot and get rejected if this works. "Hey… Melusine…"

{Yes?}

"Do you maybe… Want to… Um… Mana Transfer?" Sadly, just because I had made the decision to ask, that did not mean I actually had the capability to ask normally.

{What did I tell you?}

"Do you want to… Fuck?"

{That's better. And yes.}

"Wait, really?"

The armor vanished and she appeared instead, the lightest blush on her face. "I… Scared away most. It wasn't intentional. The weaklings simply feared me. Not to say that I've never done anything like this, of course. Aurora had… Prepared some events." What a mother… "Most of the attention ended up on Barghest when Fairy Knights were considered in that sort of way…" That part was added with some bitterness.

"I… See…" Barghest was a six foot two mountain of a woman with breasts about as large as her head from what I remembered. I would be lying if I implied I couldn't see why they would go for her instead of Melusine, but that really shouldn't be said right here and now. "But… You're really fine with this?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"I… Don't know?"

She looked… Troubled? Not quite annoyed, but not far from that point either, at least until she looked away with a slightly increased blush. "It's okay. I… Want to share body heat." The moment of cuteness did not really last long enough for me to really react to before she moved again, throwing me to the cleaned ground.

[+25 LP

+10 LP]

[Skill Level Up!

Masochistic Constitution: 4 -> 5]

H-Hey! No, no matter how I tried to get myself to complain about the newest notifications, the more important thing was Melusine still as she grabbed the waistband of my pants, totally unfitting for our surroundings and I made a pair of quick decisions as the pants, along with my underwear, vanished into my inventory.

[100 LP Spent

Sexual Stamina: C -> B]

I had spent all of my LP already, all that I actually could, all the accumulated sadistic pleasure and joy from having killed Castor and whatnot. The gain from being pushed down however was enough to increase the stat, though Quality and Size would have required even more LP than I had right now. Admittedly, I panicked. Melusine however did not share the state as she simply continued as normal.

She grabbed my cock near the base. Soft but hardening as it was, she was still able to properly wrap her hand around it and her grip was already quite tight as if it would escape if she held it in any weaker way, or as if I would escape… I wasn't that much of a failure… But I couldn't say that either as she started moving her hand, helping the process along while putting her face close enough that I felt her breath against it.

The climate around us was nice, reminding me of home, but even that was just a distraction, or maybe the result of the lightheadedness I felt as blood rushed down to my dick. Melusine's entire focus was on the length, every pump of her hand seemingly being able to get further as her grip, unchanging, was getting tighter, almost painfully so, a feeling she was probably realizing as it loosened a little. She actually nearly let go, causing a moment of confusion before her other hand joined in.

Her fingers interlocked, her face coming closer yet as she pressed her cheek against the cockhead, her hands working on the length nearest to the base with short, jerking, movements. It was enough to make my body shiver as the waves of pleasure traveled through it, her face starting to get stained by precum. Though her lips were closed, I felt her jaw open and her tongue move against the side of her cheek, the feeling traveling through it and to my dick.

[Masochistic Constitution] increased sensitivity to outside stimulus, which itself had increased the 'Sensitivity' ranking from a B to a B++, every movement sending greater pleasure than I thought it should have been through my body, the combination already accumulating LP at a rapid pace I ignored in favor of focusing entirely on this.

Vaguely, I felt the Intersection flip again, my focus only further increasing. Here, in the height of being affected by [Masochistic Constitution] and being dominated, [Sadistic Constitution] was activated and my hips moved a little. With a rotation of my hips, a surprisingly well timed one between her pumps, my cock managed to move right enough to smack the side of her head a little. Our eyes met for a short moment in her surprise before she changed motions again.

A hand slid up along the length, her mouth properly opening as she positioned herself sideways, her lips fully touching my dick, her breath against it, tongue lightly touching it with the other hand just next to it. Rather than having actually taken the cock inside, she was giving a sideways blowjob, the side of her lips just barely clipping the tip and her free hand resting at the base. It was, none the less, enough to send me over the edge.

Like a predator watching escaping prey, Melusine's head stopped and her eyes watched the cum being shot out of me and I focused on her focus as much as I could, my vision blurring a little in the heat of orgasm. My hips had continued to thrust, to jerk forward into empty air, against her hand and mouth; yet it was not until they stopped that she continued, positioning herself on top of it and taking the tip inside.

Not all of the spurts of cum had managed to properly be shot out, the last of it having stayed dripping from the tip in a lack of momentum, yet now it was on her chin. With a glow, her clothes, her armor, vanished as well, leaving her naked but we were not really in a position where I was able to further note things about her body; a sentiment only further increased by the fact her tongue started flicking against the cum slit, making me groan out a half-moan.

One hand was cupping my balls, as if they needed any further support, tight as the skin had become, while the other was on my inner thigh, which itself had somehow managed to make me squirm a little further due to strange sensitivity. I brought my hands forward, trying to grab her head… But it shot forward as if she had enhanced her movement with a Burst, out of my grasp before I could even grasp her.

[+1300 LP

+650 LP]

My hands instead shot down, the wood under me audibly cracking from the excessive force, my body further wrying. I was pretty sure I could feel her smirk victoriously. I felt something ignite within me at that concept.

[Skill Level Up!

Sadistic Constitution: 4 -> 5]

[3.000 LP Spent

Dick Quality: A -> A+++]

Focused as I was on her expression, I saw her eyes shift a little in an indescribable way at the sudden change. Further encouraged with me moving again, fucking her mouth with half of my length already in her, her tongue started moving with adequate skill. It was not really something I would call born of experience with this sort of thing, but maybe from experience of eating and enjoying good food. Whatever the origin of it was however, it was good and driving me even further.

My hands did manage to reach her this time, though I did not yet move her further than when I felt what I was pretty sure was the back of her throat. She did not seem to be gagging or uncomfortable with the length in her mouth, but even in my mind as it was now, it was deemed best to pace this. Instead, they were encouraging movements, following and flowing with her own bobbing movements on my length, each time going a little deeper anyway.

Her fingers were drawing shapes along my inner thigh, which I maintained should not have felt this good, while the other one played with my balls as much as she could. I felt and heard her moaning around the dick, sending vibrations that further accented the experience into a truly skilled display of oral.

Time became even more meaningless than it was with the Amulet as we continued like this. Minutes passed without disturbance or even any way to actually note how long had passed, outside as we were. The sun seemed completely stationary as it shined down on us. Melusine's mouth was warm, but her throat was easily described as hot, the rest of my body would have likely been feeling rather cold by comparison if not for the fact that the heat of the day was indeed keeping me further warm. It was an absolutely pleasurable experience, one that I did not want to actually stop, finding distracting thoughts like that.

[3.100 LP Spent

Edging: B -> A+++]

There was also that. One hundred LP per Rank before A, after which it was a thousand per plus and a full five thousand before EX, investments truly worth investing in. Well, sort of. The Quality and Sexual Stamina could probably be increased to EX safely, but the rest were a bit more complicated. I was already massive in size, so increasing that would probably be dangerous. If I start producing even more cum, that could probably get painful… Or fun? Probably both. It was hard to think properly with my skills.

Pheromones were also a possible danger that might as well stay at C. Edging at EX would probably only mean I could cum when I want to cum, but well… For better or for worse, having that just outside of my control as well added a wonderful sensation of desperation that made me worried for my mental state. Sensitivity was fine as it was. The only thing left was Fertility… Not yet. I would simply have to see what getting a stat to EX actually means before making the final decisions.

Trying to prolong this with such thoughts, combined with the increased Stat and the temporary inability to cum in rapid succession had brought me this far, but at this point Melusine was guided all the way down to the base of my dick, a sensation that even she seemed to enjoy. I could smell her arousal, even feel it as she had moved slightly, placing her legs on either side of one of my own, letting me lift it and further directly stimulate her.

She was getting wet just from sucking me off, which itself was a powerful feeling and at this point it became a battle, one I was losing, to see if she would last longer without cumming from the stimulation of my leg against her crotch or if I would burst from the amazing oral experience. I had little idea how she was even breathing at this point, but she really was, her hand still lightly squeezing my balls, prompting me to burst soon.

I lost the fight almost immediately after acknowledging the standstill, shooting down her throat without warning, giving her no choice but to swallow the start at the least. With the sheer length and general position, even if I had warned her just before, it was unlikely that it would have gotten out of her in time to avoid such a situation. My body tensed up, keeping her head further down against my crotch, the length fully sheathed still instead of letting her go like I wanted to to give her the choice of if she would take it out or not.

She did not protest however, from the shivering of her body it was either just quite a lot more pleasurable than I thought it would be, or she actually reached her own orgasm from being cum inside of. Even when I stopped cumming, she stayed there, dick all the way down in her throat. Even when she started to move, she did not outright unsheathe it, instead bobbing herself up and down, taking a bit out, then taking a smaller bit in.

Two steps forward, one step back, or something like that. My head fell back, my neck not being able to support it in the height of climax. Of course, it was not that I was complaining about anything in this situation; it was still heavenly pleasure that left me more than a bit disappointed when she finally managed to get off the dick, a wet pop accenting the moment. I almost found myself whining as well, but instead my head lifted up and I saw that a strange strand of what seemed to be pure saliva still connected the cock head and her mouth.

My dick was wet, cleaned entirely of cum but still covered in saliva. She said nothing, breathing rather heavily, as she moved back, sitting down on my thighs and bringing herself closer, holding the length with both hands as if to support herself. Bringing herself forward like that, she started rubbing her pussy against the shaft, keeping it in place with her hands as she did so.

It took me a few moments to realize that she was just teasing. Her legs spread out to the point I truly believed she was only keeping her balance by anchoring herself to my hardness, using the same as if a pole to masturbate, to rub herself, against. I was not even sure if I should stop her, complain or do whatever else. Her very breathing had somehow become seductive and her eyes were more than a little glazed over.

One of us would have to break. Her hips were wiggling and she was rubbing herself with increasing hardness, her expression that of her usual near-stoic self while combined with invitation and challenge. The M side told me to stay still and be used. The S side told me to deny her, to keep her pleasuring herself without going along with her obvious invitation. One of us would have to break and change the situation and it did not particularly seem like either of us were really willing to do so.

But Gods be Damned, it was also highly pleasurable on its own. Being used like this was not half bad even if I was hard enough for it to start getting painful, even if I was feeling the growing desperation with every slick sound and movement as she rubbed herself so teasingly, so hard, against me.

Soon enough, we were both breathing rather heavily, denying each other under the sheer intention of making the other one beg for it. Ultimately, I was the one to lose once again. I pulled her in, and, unskilled as I was as it was my very first, smacked my lips against hers in what was probably a poor excuse for a kiss. It had caused my cock to sandwich between the two of us, her hands moving out of the way on reflex to instead balance herself against my legs.

As part of my mind was trying to figure out the intricacies of kissing, now that I gave that first to her, my hips were moving, thrusting up and moving down, without my direct control, still causing the immensely and fittingly lewd sounds as I fucked myself against her pussy.

—She suddenly flew up, spawning confusion and a bit of laugher as it took a moment for her to return down. She had escaped my grasp entirely and for a moment I had thought I simply thrust, somehow, hard enough to launch her up and away. Instead, it seemed that she had willingly moved herself, losing the second part of the struggle. I was surprised how fast my mind worked. I had lost the battle of who would change the situation, but had won the war as Melusine had launched herself up simply for the fact that there was no way for her to take in the dick due to the size in any other way.

The momentary distraction caused my focus to slip enough that there was no way to continue any level of Edging. If her throat was hot, this was an absolute and tight sauna that melted all restraint on both of us, a joint orgasm shooting through us both. In her descent, she hadn't ended up against my head, thankfully, but instead digging herself into the my side, into my shoulder, exclaiming a likely moan of pleasure.

She did not wait for anything further, her inner walls only slightly relaxing when the orgasm passed all things considered, lifting her hips slightly and pushing them down. She had managed to take the full length in as I was pretty sure I was feeling the entrance to her womb with how deep I was. It was only when she had suddenly leaned back that I realized there was still a bit of length that was outside, but the sheer size, the girth, had caused a visible outline. There was just no more space.

She did not care, moaning openly and rotating her hips, leaning back as if to show off her whole body as she further moved up and down with increasing pace. "Fuck… It feels good!" While she did not seem to be overly affected, I certainly was. The pleasure, the warmth, the tightness… The silly notification that somehow came with its own confetti only I could see which congratulated me on losing my virginity…

Well, the notification itself was not really all that pleasure inducing, but I couldn't help but acknowledge it with how silly it was. All of it gathered into a temporary stun from the sheer experience of it all. Melusine had made no comment, just smiling, smirking, wider at my words. The contentness of my mind and body struggled against the position I was implied to be in, with pride and wrath I did not really know I had.

"First Form…" And where that came from was quite a mystery to me as well as I managed to grab hold of her hips. "—Shooting Calamitous Breath!" It turned out to be a near suicide attack, so to say. My body moved in four, quick, connected, movements with much more force than I was expecting it to.

She let out a powerful yell of her own, Edging being the only thing that just barely kept me from bursting. My entire length had properly managed to go into her from the sheer force of the movement, though instead of having penetrated her cervix or something of the like, it was more like I had at least temporarily rearranged her insides, pushing it even further up her body to allow for this to happen.

Her hair, which was already a bit of a mess from all of the movements, had ended up even more wild from the sudden four thrusts and she looked… More than a little scary for a moment. A quarter of her face was dyed a certain black I was pretty sure belonged to her third ascension, the curses ingrained into her as a result of Albion's death. Like that, she glared at me and her movements changed yet again.

In answer to my extreme movements, she started moving with what I was pretty sure really were Bursts, speeding up considerably, slamming down on my legs from the now upright position she had ended up in due to my actions. Her hands pushed me down by my chest and kept me against the ground. All I could do to stay sane, to prevent myself from cumming too fast, was focus on Edging and the sound of the wood around us creaking, as well as grasp her as hard as I could with my hands still on her hips.

She was going to break me, maybe in several meanings of the word. But her moans and sounds had greatly increased as well. She was breaking me, but she was enjoying it considerably more as well, getting herself closer and closer… Until she slammed her hips one more time, this time with enough force it seemed to reverberate through my bones, tightening us as if to wring everything from me, to force me to lose concentration again and explode inside of her.

"Not yet, huh?" I vaguely heard the words before she leaned forward, nearly pressing her chest against my own, nearly lying on top of me, her hands taking my wrists and lifting them above my head. Some of the length had left her, but she was staring me in the eyes with a look of challenge, one that I should not defy.

I felt my focus slip for only a moment, yet it was enough to feel as if I was cumming from the very core of my being, resulting in a notable sound, a moan, a mewl, as I came inside her, just about directly into her womb. The slip this time was more or less purposeful.

[Skill Generated

[First Form, Third Step: Heavenly Thunder's Cut] – A near reduction of [First Form, Second Step: Ascension by Division], yet a powerful skill of its own, potentially even more powerful. The Bursts are greatly reduced in power to be individually equal to, or lesser than MP/sec regeneration while [Lightning of Zeus] is further utilized, repeating the application of the attacks time and time again until MP runs out]

Due to the Lightning being the one that restores MP, this more or less meant that there was a slight potential for this to be an endless stream of hits. Which, in this case… "First Form, Third Step—" My hands moved, shaking off her grip and grabbing her ass in preparation just as the orgasm finished washing over me. "—Heavenly Thunder's Cut!" Hardly an appropriate thing to shout in this situation, but it worked.

My hips moved with speed that I would not have been able to achieve otherwise. Electricity moved off of my dick, likely sending further shocks through Melusine's body as my MP was spent in small amounts, restored just as naturally. It did not matter how many times I had managed to attack, there was no way for me to calculate it either as my body just kept moving, vibrating into the pussy with inhuman movements and speed.

My hands pushed her down and pulled her up, the sheer automatic nature of it all positioning my body in the best spots, unsure as I was in how all of this worked. All I knew was that Melusine's likely curse had pulled back and she was screaming in what sounded more like pleasure than pain, her hands moving back to my shoulders and holding on for dear life. Occasional feelings of spasms flashed through my mind even among all of the thrusts.

Eventually, however, it ended. There was a potential state where the sheer recovery of MP would be greater than the consumption, in which case it would be an endless assault. Thankfully, it hadn't reached that point yet and all it did was leave both of us short on breath. I was pretty sure I was close to blacking out from a fried mind and the end results of the sheer and pure pleasure that was still coursing through me.

Melusine however raised her hips again, slamming them down as a sudden shift of sight made me aware of my eyes trying to roll into the back of my head, yet another orgasm finally coursing through me as if it couldn't find its place among the thousands of endless thrusts. I was pretty sure she climaxed one more time as well, but my whole body was going numb.

On the edge of consciousness, my HP empty and Fatigue probably higher than it ever had been, I moved my hands, up from her hips and instead on to Melusine's back, holding, hugging, her close. A tingling sensation was on my shoulders, making me aware of the fact that she had probably raked her fingers, her nails, claws, whatever, through my shoulders and made me bleed. That's pretty hot, actually…