Silky Smooth

With four hours dedicated to physical training and four to magical, Gil had another sixteen set aside for whatever he wanted. Card games and chatter ended up eating three of those most days, and an easy eight hours for sleep. Gil didn't have infinite sexual stamina, so even with three willing lovers on hand he still had an hour or two leftover. Enough to get bored. When Gil gets bored, he tends to experiment. By the third day, around when Zena was formally captured, he decided it was time to try something new.

Silky was a nice enough moth, to be sure, but Snow wasn't getting much of interest out of her. She liked lights, and enjoyed munching on leaves from the tree of life at the center of the island, or the admittedly very tall grass. She was agreeable enough when Snow asked her to move around, but usually went back to what she was doing after only a few minutes. She had a set of powerful jaws and needle-like legs… and Gil thought he could do better.

Blackpaw was a completely adequate living missile; Gil didn't need two, especially when one of them didn't really listen to him and wasn't aggressive enough to go berserk without prompting. Silky might serve as a full time bodyguard for Snow, but he was fairly sure he could find something else for that.

He'd gotten the Berelaine card as a gacha pull, and didn't suspect that it was such a high roll as to be irreplaceable. He had a nearly mindless servant and an item which would give them a mind: the path forward seemed obvious.

When he placed the card on his tablet, Silky the moth stopped chewing on grass and began to glow. Much like with Ireena's transformation, the moth quickly became difficult to look straight at. When he looked back, the woman staring back at him was most certainly not a moth.

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She was a beauty with shiny black hair and long eyelashes. The card had furnished Silky with a red dress that did more to emphasize her luscious figure than nudity could have ever hoped to. She looked at Gil with smoky eyes, appraising.

"How very strange." She said. "I assume you are responsible? The others seem to defer to you, now that I think on it."

She masked it well, but Gil could see her glancing down at her hands, brushing her fingers across her hips. She was exploring this new body. The rest of the girls looked on in clear confusion. In retrospect, perhaps Gil should have warned them.

Nah. Surprising them was more fun.

"Yes indeed." Gil agreed. "I am the owner of this island, and technically of you as well, though if you object I will happily send you back to where you came from."

"Now that I'm capable of voicing objections, you mean?" Silky asked, a faint smile playing across her lips.

"Pretty much." Gil agreed with a smile. "What do you say?"

The poised noble considered the question, and exactly what she did want. She was a lady now, possessed of keen intellect and social graces. She was also a moth, a simple creature of simple drives and desires.

"Feed me, arm me, and take me to bed. If you do those things, I will serve you in any capacity I am capable of." She said thoughtfully, then looked Gil directly in the eye. "I know my lifespan is longer now, but I feel as if my line is in danger of ending at any moment. As the only male present and the most fit male I am aware of, you shall sire my offspring. Should you fail to do so, I will be forced to look elsewhere."

Gil blinked. As a general rule, he looked down on those who had too many children on the job. It was always possible, of course, but he tried to avoid it. He pulled out when fucking Snow for example, letting her suck him dry or giving her a nice even glaze instead. He'd never quite gotten the hang of totally disregarding his offspring's wellbeing, and paying the company to promote one's kids into testers is both one hell of an expense and the cheapest way to avoid them facing personality death at the end of a test.

Even those kids didn't have a great chance of surviving long term as testers, if they didn't get with the program and learn how to build something for themselves. To The Company, the child was nothing but an additional drain on assets. A soul that they needed to provide for the sake of the simulation; Gil suspected that there would be incentives in place if a tester's offspring were newly created souls. It didn't feel good to get out of a test and find out your son was demoted to the role of fawning (yet brooding) love interest for a woman unfortunately born without a personality, or worse: your daughter given the role of abusive (yet beautiful) bully for a teenage boy with the ability to break and reshape minds. Gil had seen both, as well as both better and worse.

On the other hand, Silky was a very pretty, physically human woman asking for Gil to fuck a baby into her. As a human, that would likely take 9 months to pan out. Honestly the chances that Gil would be dead by then were high, in which case it wouldn't matter. There was also the possibility that he could "heal" the unwanted pregnancy once per week, since Silky was still bound to her sphere.

He also didn't particularly want to see her wander off to get fucked by other men, as she'd so elegantly implied. There was certainly a kind of pragmatic value to pimping girls out; Gil had a few friends who cheerfully engaged in such behavior to great effect. From the way she spoke Silky probably wouldn't care if he did so, but it still felt dirty to Gil.

Maybe, just maybe, he'd have been open to the idea if he had a guy to gift her to. If Ixis had lived for example, perhaps he would have been happy with a full time bedwarmer to assuage any jealousy. That was not the situation, though, and Silky belonged to Gil.

"That can be arranged." Gil said with a smile. "Girls, Silky and I will be busy for a time. Snow, would you mind getting her a short sword and a set of elven armor? I think she will want something other than this dress if she intends to be a combatant."

Silky proved to be, once behind closed doors, passionate to the point of feral. Her long, manicured nails dug into Gil's back as he fucked her. She didn't care how, frustrated any time he so much as suggested changing positions. Missionary, doggystyle, cowgirl… who cared? She wasn't doing this for pleasure, though she certainly felt satisfied as he broke Berelaine's hymen: she had a primal need to be impregnated that only a creature with a one month lifespan could possibly understand. She locked her legs around Gil when he was close to climax.

"Mine." She snarled. "Give it to me. Fill me with your seed."

Gil erupted deep within her, and she relaxed with a sigh.

"Good." She said dreamily. "We shall see if this was successful. You may of course attempt more if you wish. Now you will feed me. I haven't eaten anything but grass today, and that isn't enough to nourish me as a human."