Soul Eater

After leaving Mera's house, Alistair didn't return leaving towards town wanting to visit the adventurer's guild.

The ground filled with a primitive concrete, crunching under his feet approaching town's main road.

He passed many women, from armed warriors to dainty witches, feeling excited about his adventure.

"Maybe I could try a small quest..."

He approached towards the centre of the street a large building standing, with a sign depicting swords crossed against a shield. Various small stores surrounded the guild.

"Wonder what I'll experience here!" Alistair thought.

Alistair walked past several women became attracted to his silver hair and powerful muscular body visible through his neckline.

Although humans discriminated towards beastmen, all males were sacred no matter what the race.

"Do you think he's a new host?"

"Maybe we'll see him tonight at Evening Dream?"

Several adventurers feeling excitement continuing with their business, looking forward to the evening with increased confidence.

Alistair pushed open the double wooden doors, feeling a burst of smoke with a faint female scent. Which should have disgusted him, however, left him feeling quite aroused.

"Maybe my taste changed..." Alistar said, walking further inside.

Inside the guild, women hurried around. Many visited the counters appearing to collecting information about quests. Some of the more decadent looking women sat within the dining area drinking alcohol.

"It's just as I imagined."

Alistair heard their vulgar conversation, honestly feeling strange when women were talking about sex with him in openly. He took a deep breath; walking past the women in the dining area.

One muscular woman with long hair groped his ass when he passed before chuckling to her comrades. "His ass ish sho damn firm!" Honestly wanting to avoid making a big deal just to let her have drunken fun.

"I'm already soaked. We have a room. Why not join us?"

Her companion chimed in, treating him like a common prostitute looking to post a quest.

Alistair felt he'd taken enough of their harassment waiting a moment, seeing an elven woman with caramel skin and dark hair approaching.

"Ludia!! You've been told not to harass male customers who come to make requests!" The elf said.

"Heh, what harass' his cock is clearly hard? Look at his bulge!" Ludia said. Pointing towards Alistair's bulge, even though still limp far larger than most human males full mast.

The large woman grabbed the Elven guild member, pressing it against his cock, noticing it was still completely limp. Both women recoiled whilst blushing, their minds filling with delight.

"Ah!?"

With a moment of brief silence from the surrounding women, their swallowing filled Alistair's ears. Feeling coming here was stupid. The dark elf woman finally recovered, still with flushed cheeks.

"Hello dear customer, my name is Alurim. If you're here to make a request, I can handle it personally!" Alurim said.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Alistair, looking to register with the guild."

Alistair turned his body, leaning forward, nibbling Ludia's ear until drawing blood, watching as her body began shuddering and flushed with unknown pleasure. His hand slowly crawled along her body, driving Ludia crazy before it settled upon her throat and began squeezing, blocking her airway with a tight grip.

"Also a pleasure to meet a horny bitch like you. Ludia was it?"

Ludia felt lighting all over her body, the constricting of her neck causing nothing but pleasure to build up within her, the lack of air nothing but spice to her oncoming orgasm.

Alistair leaned towards her ear once more, causing Ludia's expectations soaring. Sadly disappointing her with only a whisper.

"Next time, be sure of who you're harassing, insect."

Now almost running out of air, the surrounding members worriedly moving to intercept Alistair and pull him away, only for their leader to begin violently spasm, arching her back, Ludia's mouth covered in drool and spit a look of ecstasy on her face. As he slowly removed the choking hand, dark red finger marks along her neck.

"Look, it's like you've pissed yourself!" Alistair said. With a mocking smile on his face enjoying this sadistic pleasure.

Alistair copied her harassment, feeling her pussy with his hand now soaked in her love juices before bringing it towards her mouth, forcing her to taste her own fluids as she recovered from the afterglow of her climax.

"This system is so handy..." Alistair thought.

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[Ludia]

[Half Dwarf/Half Human]

[Level 7]

[HP: 190/190]

[MP: 30/30]

[Potential: Grade 2, Low]

[Weakness: Ice, Word blame, Masochism, Biting, Choking]

[Resistance: Fire, Physical]

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[Alurim Darkblade]

[Dark Elf]

[Level 11]

[HP: 140/140]

[MP: 160/160]

[Potential: Grade 9, Extreme]

[Weakness: ????, Affectionate intercourse, ???]

[Resistance: Wind, Dark, Earth.]

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It was the first time he'd seen unknown traits. This made his interest switch from the crumpled dwarf towards the sexy dark elf standing with an envious look towards Ludia.

"Can you help me with the registration, beautiful lady of the evening woods?"

Alurim snapped out of shock, feeling this mass of sex appeal communicating with her.

Being called lady of the evening wood was an old-fashioned dark Elven courting phrase, stemming from times of deep discrimination.

Hardly any human should have studied this. Wondering if it was just a fluke, she replied to him.

"It'd be my pleasure to help you. Please follow me." Alurim said, her flexible body swayed with each step alluring like magic.

Alistair followed Alurim, fixating his eyes on her swaying body whilst Ludia's comrades dragged her feet, leaving the guild, looking towards Alistair with envy, throwing light kicks at Ludia's quivering body.

"Why only Ludia!?"

"Injustice!"

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"Here's the guild registration form. Fill out the answers. Then drip some blood into the box at the bottom. If you need more help, just ask me anytime. I'll be right here."

She placed the dark white slip onto the large wooden desk filled with many of her personal items, from her glasses to a cup filled with sweet smelling alcohol, Alurim leaning her chin upon her hands, whist placing her elbows on the counter watching Alistair with affection.

"God, he's like a banquet for a starving woman." Alurim thought, licking her lips.

Alistair smirked lightly at her seductive posture before looking down at the form, browsing the questions before picking up the feathered quill.

"Alurim, can you use a pseudonym? Also, what should I write if I don't have a job yet?"

She laughed softly before replying. "Hehe, don't worry if you cannot answer. Leave it empty. Once the card is created, you can always use the guilds job stone to learn a basic job for the time being as for name... You can use anything you like, but remember, this will be what other countries and guilds will see and cannot be changed easily!"

Alistair filled out the form with his real name. He hated reading novels with low key main characters that hide their identity, causing pointless troubles. Leading to arguments with heroines or capture by villains.

Also not like there's another male arctic wolf who can use magic like him, right?

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Name: Alistair Crowley

Age: 21

Race: Arctic Wolf

Level: 4

Job: None

Skills:

[Basic Ice manipulation (B-)] Increases ability to use and manipulate Ice spells and mana.

Spells:

[Ice Claw (D-)]: Hack the enemy with claws of ice dealing moderate slashing frost damage.

[Ice lance(C+)]: Create a lance made of ice that fires onto a target dealing with high piercing damage

[Contraceptive magic]: Temporarily kills all sperm within the casters body, lasting up to 12 hours.

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He cut the palm of his hand with his claw, blood dribbled onto the box, suddenly the mana within the air sucked inside the parchment of paper slowly turning it into two streams of light, one wrapped around Alistair's wrist, whilst the other entered the magic tool on top the reception desk.

With a flicker of light, the mana calmed, leaving Alistair with a small black bracelet tattoo and Alurim collecting a black slate from the rectangular device.

"Okay, handsome, all is ready now. To check your guild rank and quests, just focus your mana on the bracelet. This can also identify yourself. If you need to use the Job selection stone, it's the red door on the left."

Alurim took a moment to pause before she asked one last question. Her face turned a shade of pink, enhancing her caramel beauty.

"Are you interested in my forest of birth?"

Alistair wasn't yet interested in her. But if he messed up now, they'd stop developing here.

After reading some books in Mera's home when she was unconscious, he knew minor facts about dark elf courting rituals.

Things like comparing their dark skin to tree's especially the holy tree, was a compliment that dark elves dreamt of and asking about your interest in their forest of birth it referring to the possibility of mating.

This dark elf girl seemed to have little experience with males. Even beautiful women are a source of annoyance for the weaker men in this world, protected by many laws and regulations created by the Chivalrous order of the White Swan.

Alurim saw him turning away, walking towards the job station, feeling her heart drop and disappointed, was about to continue her work with less passion.

"I can only say that I desire to one day, maybe plant our own tree within your forest."

She heard this sentence filling her with excitement. Seeing his fleeting back enter the job changing room, Alurim began working with much more enthusiasm than ever, before humming songs to herself, enchanting even the female adventurers with the beautiful picture."

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Alistair entered the red door. Surrounded by a space of stars at the centre of the room was a large floating book. Alistair approaching the book, saw several words written upon its pages, likely to be potential jobs for him to choose.

"I don't know what to pick. Maybe this was a bad idea..."

Alistair started turning around. The book fell to the ground. Out of reflex, he picked the book up, his finger brushing across a single word. The word started glowing as black light flew from the book and entered his bracelet.

"FUCK!? I've never seen such a forceful sales technique!"

Alistair kicked the book in anger, feeling sure he could hear a mature woman snorting whilst laughing her ass off at him.

Of course, if he'd asked what the process was like from Alurim, he'd know that from the beginning, someone was messing with him.

He finally checked what job the book had forced upon him. Now having worked up a sweat as the book seemed to hobble away into the distant stars.

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[Name: Alistair Crowley (Stage 1)]

[Job: Soul Eater]

[Level 4]

[Health: 115/115]

[Mana: 150/150]

Attributes:

Strength: 2

Agility: 2

Vigor: 3

Intellect: 7

Charm: 8

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"What!? Why do I have such an evil sounding job?"