Arc 2 Chapter 163 Drunk

(Author note : This one gets a bit weird, just a warning :) )

One of the women's coworkers fanatically ran forward to help her friend in need.

"May I help you?" She asked, while holding her two hands together while smiling, very stiffly. While she asked Ragnar if he needed any help, she eyed her friend sitting next to him, trying to tell her that her wings were proudly showing themself for the world to see.

The women noticed her smile and quickly inverted her wings, but as she was in the middle of reverse transformation, Ragnar grabbed one of her wings.

"No need to be ashamed of what you are Succubus!" Ragnar said, as he sipped on his soda, alcohol mixture.

The women was terrified by the man's hand touching her wings. A primal instinct in her told her to run, never return to this forsaken place.

"Get your hand of her, now!" Her Succubus friend yelled. As she yelled the other Succubus in the room started to gather around.

"Come on now, don't be so stiff over nothing. The reason why your friend is so pale isn't becauseI sexually assaulted her or something. Her being afraid is perfectly natural. Having a sixth dimensional being touch you should scare you, force you into submission!" Ragnar said and downed the last of his alcoholic liquid.

"Are you drunk?" The Succubus women said, she was beginning to lose her temper. So without thinking her actions through, she attempted to punch Ragnar and rescue her friend.

Just like all beings before her, she failed. Her hand was fractured to the point of one of her bones sticking out.

"A little tips lady, don't punch a sixth dimensional being! We don't have a physical form you see. When a being becomes fifth dimensional it's the last stage before losing heir body they adore. When you punch at me you're just punching my element, not the smartest thing. Punching the infinite manifestation of time and Nightwater. I shouldn't have told you that, should I? My bad little girl, the pain will stop in some minutes. Well, if you survive that is!" Ragnar said, as the women who punched him started bleeding from her ears and everyone who heard him started spasming on the ground. All but one, the little girl who was in Ragnar's hand.

"You, you're special aren't you? You aren't really of this dimension, huh, I know what you are!" Ragnar said and stood up. He leaped over the table between them and landed on the wooden floor of the room and bowed slightly before bowing. "Greetings apostle of some goddess, I apologize for inflicting pain upon you. Not even you are supposed to know the truth of the ascensions!" Ragnar said, he seemed happy to know the goddess who was peaking at him was spasming in her realm in pain greater then these mortals.

"Well you guys will have to excuse me, I have to go. I haven't been drunk for a long, long time and I feel like causing some mischief!"

(Some time later)

"Augh, my head hurts" Ragnar said, as he attempted to stand up. In the process he used his hand to support his body. But he stopped in shock as he felt something soft in his hand. Confused he regained his clarity instantly and opened his eyes. What he found confused him. In his hand was a naked breast of one of the women in his bed, you heard that right one of them. Ragnar was having a panic attack, because in his bed, or someone else's bed there was eight women, all cuddling with his naked body.

"Not now Ragnar, it still hurts from yesterday." The women he touched mumbled and turned around.

By this point Ragnar was pale as a ghost and took out the flask containing the blood from his space and chugged the whole thing.

"Whooahhh!" He yelled waking the girls up, but before they could even react they all died. Nit because Ragnar was some cruel monster, but because he was to stupid to understand one thing. Cracks in reality and time, when he travels through the infinite timelines might, just might kill mortals.

Ragnar appeared inside something. He felt like he was tightly embraced and it only got tighter and tighter, so drunk Ragnar started to climb and climb. But with every movement it only got tighter and tighter. As time went by he started to get sticky and wet, but he kept climbing and climbing until he finally felt the pressure that was building up loosen slightly before it got tighter then it had ever been and before he knew it he was launched like a cannon.

As Ragnar collided head first into a wall he heard a women scream in terror.

Sticky Ragnar slowly glided down from the wall he was connected with. He refused to turn his head until he was on the ground. But the second he reached the floor he turned around and a massive smile shaped his face. In front of him was a half clothed women covering her genitalia with her left and, while holding a sword in her right, pointing it at Ragnar.

Suddenly someone knocked at the door and yelled "Is everything alright Princess?" The person knocking yelled making the princess open her eyes widely before looking down at her sorry state. The second she saw how she looked, she yelled "everything's okey, nothing to worry about soldier!"

"Are you sure Princess, your scream was so loud it echoed throughout the entire castle!" The soldier said, making the the Princess blush, before she said "yes, please leave me alone!" To which the soldier replied "as you wish Princess!"

Under the whole conversation Ragnar was watching the Princess go through all kinds of emotions until she was done and turned to him.

"Well hello there Princess, it seems like I was inside of you honey and wow, just wow. You really came there didn't you. I felt like a rocket as you launched me across the room!" Ragnar said, before getting a pillow thrown on him. Sadly the pillow combusted on contact and covered the room in feathers.

"Wow, why did you waste such a perfect pillow?"

"Who are you? Why did you, why did you steal my innocence?!" She yelled, but she quickly covered her mouth, remembering the soldier from before.

"You think I wanted to be inside of you? Dead wrong, it was hell a tight in there and very uncomfortable and why are you naked? Were you pleasuring yourself while I was trapped in your hole?" Ragnar asked and received the short end of many items. Books, a sword, more pillows and even the bed. All these things were thrown at Ragnar for his comment.

Each item was destroyed when it hit Ragnar and shortly after the Princess outburst the whole room was a mess. At this point the Princess was crying in a corner of the room, something Ragnar found hilarious, yet sad at the same time.

"Stop being so pathetic no one will know that your hole is tight Princess, if you want me too, I will leave right now and everything will be a secret. Or you can take on some clothes and attempt to punish me!" Ragnar said, finding the whole situation extremely hilarious. It didn't help that he was so drunk he had a hard time finding up and down as that concept doesn't really exist in the fourth fifth and definitely not the sixth dimension.

"I'll take on some clothes!" The Princess said and stood up. She walked to her closet, the only thing she didn't throw at Ragnar and got dressed, then she opened the door to her room and hinted at Ragnar to follow so he did.

The duo walked through the giant corridors of the castle until they made it to the throne room and the second they entered drunk Ragnar looked at the man one the throne for a good minute before saying. "You look like an identical copy of Cronus!" With his word the entire room grew silent and the Princess started shaking.

"Well yes, he is my father after all, sadly he passed away some days ago." The man on the throne said, h looked like he was about to start crying but then he heard this. "Bullshit, Cronus can't fucking die old man. Goddamnit show yourself you big fucking idiot!" Ragnar yelled and on cue Cronus appeared next to him. Not the one who's been helping him lately, no it was the grandfather of the girl who Ragnar had crawled in.

"Cronus honey, can you stop controlling where I'm going? I don't have a Vore fetish so please stop. First it was your stomach, then it was the pussy of your granddaughter! This has to stop, please stop sending me to your domaines I can handle myself!" As Ragnar was going of at Cronus, he king was having a mid life crisis after what he heard.

"Fine we won't control where your going from now one Ragnar, but heed this! Many sixth dimensional beings will happily kill you."

"Cool anyways I just got a great idea. What if I take the sixth dimensional beings from these timelines and use them to fight norse mythology in my timeline, would that work?" Ragnar asked, he seemed to have a drunk breakthrough.

"Yes Ragnar, yes it would work!"

"Let's fucking go!" Ragnar yelled and started dancing. But his happy mood was ruined by a not so happy father.

"You, you, you sulfide my daughter, you damn beast!" He king yelled and Ragnar took that as a cue to leave. But he didn't stop there, he decided to make the Princess his first experiment. He grabbed her hand by growing to her size and started playing with time and seconds before they were about to be grabbed the lights shattered and flew in their directions creating two holes in time and space and like that the two disappeared.

Thankfully Cronus was there keeping everyone safe from the power of the rifts so his son didn't die.

"Father, you have a lot to explain!" The King said, rising from his throne and approaching his father.

(Meanwhile)

Ragnar appeared in the middle of nowhere with the Princess, but he had a dangerous feeling, like he was sobering, so he chugged a liter of Sun Vermin blood and just like that he was even better.

"Sup gurl, you amd muah kill be friendsa fur a qhile." Ragnar mumbled confusing the poor little Princess.

The two started on their adventure and before they knew it....

(Some time later)

Ragnar woke up and tried to stand up, but he was being weighted down by something heavy so he tried to move it, but when he touched whatever it was, he could feel the soft touch of skin and then he screamed. "Not again!" Waking everyone up.

"Good morning Ragnar, let's do that again!" A women said and massaged his shoulders. Before Ragnar knew it he was drowning in several women and he didn't know a single on of them. But one seemed to give him ptsd when he saw her. She looked way to similar to Cronus.

(Meanwhile)

"His doing better than we thought he would. His only bedded fifty eight women so far. You thought he would have fucked at least five hundred by now so pay up!"

"Fuck of me, he's not our play thing and you know that. I truly do worry for him! He has an infinite supply of Sun Vermin blood and the will to just quit, I fear he'll be getting drunk every second he can from now on."

"Well maybe, but the sober him must be loving life, so many girls crawling all over him!"

"Doesn't he have Alice? Why would he cheat on her?" Cronus asked, to be precise the Cronus Ragnar taught not so long ago.

"Well, it is in our lords nature to be a bit naughty!"

(Author here: hello, as I said a bit weird or normal, if you like Vore (yuck) no kink shaming cough cough anyways hope you like the chapter and sorry for no chapter yesterday I woke up a bit sick and every time I tried to write I lost focus and within an hour I managed to formulate the sixty first words of this chapter. So I left that job to future me, anyways if you liked the chapter consider donating power stones and writing a review, author out :) )