Me And An Orc In A Dungeon

Trent still wondered why he couldn't [read] the Orc. Being able to do so would have helped him better understand what he was up against. Perhaps his first real competitive battle might be with her after all. She had the power to channel Mana, a feat that others in the Paradox couldn't accomplish. The Orc wielded a Mana Forged weapon, and even the Dungeon itself was forged from Mana. 'She must be powerful,' Trent thought, his mind calculating the possibilities.

The Orc stepped down from the throne, her muscular thighs trembling with each movement until she came to a stop, standing almost akimbo. She was tall, though not as tall as Pana, but still an inch taller than Trent in the new body the goddess had given him. The Orc was huge and menacing, and yet, Trent found himself questioning his sanity as he found her so alluring and worthy of being fucked.

"How did you come to be in this Alternate?" Trent asked as she spun the staff around her massive frame, preparing for battle with the heavy thumps of her footsteps echoing on the blood-soaked ground.

"I was banished by the Beasts! And I will bring hell upon every indigene with my first form or another! Fortify yourself, aspirant! I crave a lethal battle!"

'Jeez, you don't need to yell,' Trent thought to himself, though he felt the same craving for a lethal battle. A battle where he could extract that immense Mana he sensed within her, along with any Manifestations it might grant.

Without warning, the Orc unleashed a sudden burst of speed, charging forward and swinging her massive staff down in a powerful arc, her boobs swinging as well. Trent could feel the raw Mana coursing through the staff, and instinctively raised his weapon to block it. However, recognizing the sheer strength behind her attack, he decided against meeting it head-on, at least not yet. Instead, Trent leaped to the side, allowing the staff to smash into the ground where he had just been standing, the impact sending a shockwave through the area.

Trent countered with a swift slash of his Essence-powered lightsaber, but the Orc blocked it effortlessly with her staff, which meant it had power equal to his buffed lightsaber. The force of their weapons clashing reverberated through his arms, and Trent threw himself backward to reassess the situation. But the Orc was relentless.

She raised her muscular arms, revealing her unreal beddable figure, and proclaimed a Manifestation. "[Rain Of The Arteries]!"

Suddenly, the ceiling of the Dungeon above her began to glow with the crimson liquid around them, forming spikes of blood that rained diagonally towards Trent.

Trent gasped, astonished by the powerful Manifestation, which could only mean the Orc was a Celestial Being like the goddess.

[You wish to buff /Handling/ /Control/ /Swing Rate/ further by +5000 EXP?]

[YES] or [NO]

Trent selected [YES] and immediately, he could feel those increased stats even increase further. He couldn't believe how he was actually fusing the game System and the Paradox.

Swinging the lightsaber so fast it seemed like spinning fan blades, Trent blocked all the blood spikes that rained down on him. He then connected the swinging power and audaciously threw his lightsaber at her.

"Essence Shield!" Trent heard the Orc scream, and for the first time, he saw her manifest Essence instead of Mana. His lightsaber disintegrated upon contact with the shield that erupted from the ground. But Trent wasn't deterred. He quickly deployed the lightsaber back into his grasp and encased himself in an Essence shield.

He ran with his might, leaping over the drainages of blood and manifesting Essence steps beneath him, climbing them with terrifying speed.

"You wield so much power, aspirant! But ignorance can never be hidden! Your skills are still too fresh-based!" the Orc taunted, her eyes glowing with a fresh light as the tribal marks beneath them stretched with the sinister smile of her thick, fat lips. She spun her staff again, the air around it crackling with energy. "Taste the power of my Manifestations! [Tendril Blood Bind]!"

She had proclaimed her Manifestation just after slamming the staff into the ground. Suddenly, ribbons of blood erupted from the banks on the ground and broke through Trent's shield, wrapping themselves around Trent's legs that had left the steps, in a bid to pull him down. However, Trent was too strong for them and she needed more than a few blood ribbons to do so.

Trent summoned [Flash Strike], pivoting with untrackable speed as he slashed himself free from the ribbons' grasp. He plummeted the blade of his blazing fluorescent weapon down just before the Orc, sending her flying away.

Without hesitation, Trent dashed toward her body, his weapon flaming with Essence. Powered up with his perks, he began unleashing a relentless series of strikes upon her.

"[Divine Burst]!" the Orc yelled after Trent sent her crashing into the Dungeon's wall. However, her face flushed with surprise when she noticed Trent had transitioned that outburst of Essence into his own, effortlessly absorbing it and resuming his relentless assault.

Displacing her staff, Trent swung her huge, muscular body across the blood-marked ground. He picked up the staff, attempting to [read] it again, but his System revealed nothing.

He simply tightened his grip on the staff and within seconds, crushed it from the center. Trent watched as the weapon began to wither to dust, the Mana stored within, seeping into him.

"Nooooooo, I have lost!" the Orc wailed, almost powerless without her staff. Trent realized the staff was key to her ability to channel Mana so effortlessly.

He approached her with his Essence-powered lightsaber outstretched, feeling the natural energy of Mana building up within him. "Any last words before I extract your Mana Core?"

The Orc grumbled, her head bowed in defeat. "You can't extract the Core of my basic form! This is just the first! You are not done with my Dungeon yet!"

Trent stood before her in silence. "So, I should await your next form?" He asked, looking at her sexy, muscular build.

The Orc shook her head slowly and spat out blood again. "I would need to receive your semen for that to happen. If I don't, and you kill my basic form, you'd be stuck in this Dungeon forever!"

Trent's eyes widened behind his visors and his ears twitched, unsure if he had just heard what he had just heard.

The Orc simply ripped away the piece of clothing that was protecting her firm breasts, revealing their true form. At the sight of this, Trent gulped. The nipples were extremely thick like bottle corks, centered in the green areolas. 'Is this creature serious?' Trent asked himself.

"Unclothe your legs and uphold your shaft for me, aspirant! I will do this orally," the Orc proclaimed.