Chapter Text
The adventurer's guild was filled with quite whispers and murmurs and although that wasn’t anything unusual, well the quiet part definitely was, having all of those talks and everyone’s gazes revolve around the same thing was definitely out of the ordinary. After retrieving something from the counter the person at the focus of all this silent tension slowly turned around and triumphantly held high what she’d just picked up. The silence only lasted for a few more seconds before it made way to cheers and rapturous applause, alcohol and food quickly finding it’s way onto the tabled while the gathered adventurers and cityfolk alike swarmed around the counter to congratulate her. And congratulations were indeed in order after all this was only the 2nd time an adventurer of their little branch had been promoted to A-Rank, ‘and considering my level I would be considered a rising star even in one of the main branches’ Nola smugly added to herself.
Being ‘only’ level 74 the tanuki girl was indeed on the lower end of the spectrum for those who have reached this prestigious rank meaning she still had a lot of room for growth, and unlike with some of the others no one who saw her in action would try to claim she had just gotten the position through her gear. Standing at 165 centimeters tall (well 155 but she insists that people include her ears when measuring) the young tanuki woman didn’t wear plate or chainmail or reinforced hard leather armor like most of her peers, neither was she a caster at least not in the traditional sense. Instead, she wore a jacket made of a thick dark cloth topped with a white fur collar and equipped with a multitude of pockets both visible and hidden its collar lapel extended into a line that ran down the entire length of the coat and was died a deep berry red, both to attract attention to it and to match with the streak of red she kept in her otherwise black shoulder-length hair. Underneath the coat she only wore her bra, usually a stylish design with lace patterns, a thin cloth wrap to prevent chafing and a belt with multiple leather pouches attacked to it, if asked why she wore so little she would tell people that it got awfully stuffy inside her cloak and while that was true, flashing everyone a bit of toned belly or a glimpse of her modest chest when the cloak was unbuttoned did wonders for her flirtatious endeavors and negotiations alike. Aside from that she wore normal dull brown shorts that stopped just above her knee where her fur went from a light brown to black and sturdy leather boots minorly enchanted to ward off mud and stay silent even while stalking a target through dense brush.
Her eyes were emerald green, always held a mischievous sparkle in them and were surrounded by extremely short dark hair that gave tanuki their signature ‘facemask’ aesthetic, through said mask couldn’t hide the large scar underneath her left eye that marred her otherwise perfect face, though for a crowd such a this that just added to her charm so she’d happily spin them a tale of the glorious battle that lead to it (unwilling to admit that it’s a scar she got from a bandit during her very first mission). The fur on her arms was black on top and a light brown on the underside though it remained completely black around her hands, the same light brown covered her chest, back, hips, and top of her legs though her belly was and even lighter almost perfect white that matched the floof in her otherwise black ears. Of course, she also had the characteristic large bushy brown tail crowned with a black tip and a singular black stripe, the magical conveniences necessary to maintain its fluffiness in a timely fashion actually being some of her biggest expenses.
Sadly, despite the celebration being thrown in her honor she couldn’t stay for long, barely even having time to grab a drink after she was done accepting everyone’s congratulations because even with, or maybe especially with her new rank duty called. One of the adventurers assigned to patrol duty that evening still hadn’t recovered from his injuries and she had been scheduled to be his replacement before her promotion and even if she could have found someone to take the spot for her it just wouldn’t do to have her first official action after reaching A-Rank to be skirting her duties.
Patrolling after all was actually their most common and also most important job, a fact that took many would be adventurers by surprise when they first enlist with the guild, but even for her, with some impressive monsters hunted and several notorious bounties claimed, patrols still made for sixty percent of her total points. The reason for that was rather simple, there wasn’t a single region of the world entirely free of monsters in fact the vast majority was too infested with them to be considered inhabitable, yet most settlements and especially roads were considered save precisely due to the adventurer guilds constant vigil. They weren’t solely responsible for national security of course, the army and mercenaries played their part, but their manpower was mostly focused around other tasks.
Despite what some people think when they hear the term ‘monster’ not all of them were monstrous in appearance or wild in nature, in fact some of the magical beasts kept as pets or livestock were technically classified as such though few thought of them that way. The real difference was that normal people and animals produce their own mana whereas monsters absorb and consume it, either from the environment or from other living beings, with enough energy in a given area then even spontaneously manifest like nature trying to fix the imbalance. Regrettably this meant in some way or form they were integral to the environment lest magical catastrophes would run rampant. Luckily the stronger the monster in question was the more intelligent they tended to be so truly troublesome ones mostly stay away from roads out of self-preservation, some even integrate into society like the minotaur (which sadly sometimes leads to rare cases of people encountering wild minotaur and not recognizing the danger they are in).
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With a sword lazily resting on her shoulders she waved goodbye to the people who’d followed her to the cities outer wall, though proficient with the blade it was just as likely to find her leaving town with a pair of daggers a spear or even bladed gauntlets, that’s why some people called her a jack of all traits, she called them idiots (not to their faces of course). Nola didn’t favor any particular weapon not out of some desire to master them all, but because none of them were where she focused her efforts. Her combat style mostly revolved around her innate abilities as a Tanuki employing illusions, her ‘main’ weaponry served as distractions while consumables like poisoned needles or well times single use spell scrolls inflict debilitating injuries. Consumables she was currently almost entirely without as there hadn’t been any time to resupply since she was being send out right after returning from her last mission, not that it would be an issue. Monsters encountered around frequently patrolled territory were mostly weak enough that she probably didn’t even need the blade to take care of them, and encountering anything that surpassed level 50 should immediately be reported to the guild for investigation instead of engaged.
Nola’s assessment was of course on point, her sharp senses allowed her to track down and get rid of almost a dozen critters during her first sweep, mostly slimes and various types of monstrous bugs that didn’t even survive a casual swipe of her sword. The only interesting find being a rare type of camouflaging lizard that could be a troublesome opponent for rookies or the unprepared, a difference of over 40 level however meant that it wouldn’t be able to scratch her even if she let it. There was no true gauge for how strong anything at any given level would be, for example even a low level dragon would be a formidable foe for her current self, but common knowledge was that in a ‘fair’ fight with both parties giving it their all a 10 level difference would be nigh insurmountable while in a real fight even with a favorable matchup going against anything 20 level higher than you would be a fools errand. Exceptions where this gap was overcome however still happened frequently enough for it to be a favored plot point in underdog stories.
A second sweep of the area didn’t turn up anything noteworthy either just a few more monsters that must have either wandered there between her first sweep and now, or been newly ‘spawned’ as some weak creatures like slimes sometimes spontaneously manifest due to the forests elevated ambient magical density. No one could for sure say why this happens but the fact that it does is one of the main reasons early societies even allowed sapient monsters to join them, as their simple presence would counteract having to worry about a monster suddenly appearing in one’s home, at least if she remembers the history classes correctly.
Upon her return the party was still ongoing though it was definitely starting to die down so she joined in for a while sharing both drink and story with her fellow adventurers, but didn’t allow herself to indulge too much, no matter how tempting the drinks, or even more enticingly the male company, got. She had another patrol along one of the longer routes tomorrow and needed to at least be in decent shape. Having so many duties in such rapid succession wasn’t something most would be up for, it was a rather taxing job after all, but with it she’d have completed all her duties for the week and could take the rest off to relax and unwind, maybe even find some pleasant company for a more private celebration of her promotion.
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Nola heads out an hour before noon the next day, after first grabbing a quick hangover cure from the local alchemist of course, but unfortunately without having had the chance to restock properly, only having had the time to nab some of the more common supplies like magical torches. Like yesterday’s patrol had once again proven however Sprucevale’s immediate vicinity didn’t hold anything that could threaten a veteran like her so she was in high spirits, and predictably she didn’t encounter anything noteworthy this time either so she settled down for a quick lunch.
On her way back with the town only halve an hour or so away she stopped her nose having picked up an unfamiliar scent prompting her to sneak into the underbrush as silently as she could so whatever the source was wouldn’t be able to hear her coming. The scent was intensely musky almost to the point of stinging but most importantly it was getting stronger meaning she was getting closer, just a few seconds later looking out through some brushes she finally spotted the creature. It was short for a humanoid standing at 120 maybe 130 centimeters tall its lower body covered in dark brown fur with digitigrade legs ending in goat’s hooves the upper body reminded her more of a bull, with fur that was almost black and muscles visible even through it. Though it’s face looked to be more humanoid that that of a minotaur, at least from the little glimpse she got before it turned away, it’s head was still adorned with a pair of short curved horns and aside from a loose loincloth it was entirely naked.
Even though classes offered vastly different abilities some skills like the ability to identify other creatures were universal and a quick focus on her minds eye told Nola she was looking at a level 43 satyr, with her not being an observation or investigation specialist that was all the info the skill provided her with. This was her first time seeing one as they were not native to the area, but she had heard of them before, monsters that despite possessing sapience and the capacity for speech cared little for coexistence and would rather revel in cruelty and selfishness. A sighting like this definitely had to be reported to the guild once she was done, but its level was still far from the point where she’d leave it alone in favor of getting the news delivered as fast as possible, so she’d be getting rid of it right now lest it could encounter any of the weaker adventurers who might not stand a chance. Charging headfirst at an opponent whose abilities you didn’t know was usually a bad idea, but even without proper gear she was still more than 30 level higher than it and she would have probably remembered if they had any abilities that sounded too troublesome, yet the only thing that came to mind other than the description was that they were demonic in origin.
Demonic in this case didn’t mean that they were residents of the infernal planes, few champions in known history have managed to battle those, but rather than they manifested in places holding residual demonic energies that they absorbed. This did leave them with some unusual and particularly potent abilities as well as slightly higher stats than most creatures their level, but certainly not enough to bridge such a large gap in power.
Maybe it was her surprise over finding a monster so out of place for the region that lead to a mistake in her concealment, or maybe it simply had excellent sensory abilities as the satyr seemed to notice her presence, let out a startled screech and dart away with surprising speed, probably being the creatures highest stat. Nola took off after it of course, abandoning stealth entirely to give chase and although her stats were mostly well rounded it quickly became apparent that her speed was still higher than the satyr’s. However, a chase through the dense forest wasn’t the same as a sprint on clear ground, it’s smaller size and ability to rapidly change direction while barely losing momentum led to a cycle of her getting closer and closer only for it to gain just as much if not more ground again by making use of natural obstacles, but no matter how much it tried to get away with her keen senses and a smell that strong she’d never lose sight entirely. It were times like these where Nola wished she had a talent for magic other than illusions and minor elemental cantrips, as any sort of restraining or otherwise movement impairing spell could have ended this bothersome chase on the spot, but she was all out of scrolls. She could try and surprise it with an illusion, but the forest was dense and creating precise images, that could fool someone frantically running for their life enough to risk slowing down to avoid them, accurately in areas she didn’t have a clear line of sight for, well she would have reached A rank some time ago if she had that kind of talent.
It or rather he rarely gave her an opportunity to use her remaining throwing knifes either, deliberately choosing paths that would leave him exposed as little as possible after her first throw had barely missed his head due to him changing directions just as she threw the knife. The reason for this change in how she classified the creature was readily apparent now that she had chased him for a while, between his legs and bouncing with every step were two absolutely massive testicles wrapped in a dark leathery sack and lightly glistening with sweat. As a tanuki, who were even more well known for the abnormal ball sizes of their men and futas than their magic, when she said massive she meant a size utterly inconceivable to most of the common races, she had enough previous partners (and that one time her little brother hit puberty and insisted she come check if he was sick because of certain ‘swellings’ that she’d rather not talk about) to know for a fact that no one would come even close to those grapefruit sized orbs. As the chase continued and quickly turned from a hectic sprint into more of a cross-country marathon Nola found her gaze drawn towards those ridiculously oversized organs more and more, a flame of desire slowly building within her core to her mounting shame. Belatedly she recognized that aching and the feeling of desire nagging at her as the early signs of an oncoming heat, ‘horrible timing as always’ she told herself, now doubly looking forward to the time off once she finally caught the slippery little pest.
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More than an hour into the chase after the creature had double backed and tried every other trick he could likely think of to make her loose his trail multiple times without success, he finally slowed down and disappeared into a cave Nola had never seen before. She slowed down too, rushing full speed into a monster’s den wasn’t exactly a smart move and judging by the intensely pungent smell this was definitely his lair. Sword at the ready and mind steeled she stepped into the entrance tunnel expecting a pitch black damp cavern, but instead found a lightly lit round room illuminated by glowing crystals placed on outcroppings on the rough walls, the floor covered in places by various animal furs, a bed made of mostly leaves and feathers and even some rudimentary furniture such as shelves and racks made of sticks bound together with vines or sinew, what she did not find however was the satyr. Walking deeper into his home she methodically searched every rocky protrusion that was even remotely large enough to hide the creature until finally her senses flared and she spun around rapidly, catching the knife thrown at her mid air a wide grin on her face as her eyes focus on the surprised looking satyr having stepped out from a pillar behind her. “Got you, finally.”
But seeing the blush lightly visible on her face, his surprised expression rapidly turned into a grin of his own. Satyr were rare, not because they were particularly strong but because the demonic energies allowing for their spawning were some of the rarest. They were ‘descendants’ of the greatest beguilers in all the realms that would corrupt and seduced mortal women with the same ease as breathing… the incubi. Demonic monsters often inherited some traits of demon whose residual energies they absorbed, rarely would they be able to properly harness them and never with the same strength the original possessed.
“Finaly it’s working, on your knees you stupid whore.” He spat his voice rough and deep, the words pronounced with emphasis on the wrong syllables showing a clear lack of practice, or respect for the common tongue.
Nola was absolutely flabbergasted, not just by what he’d saif but more so by the sheer audacity and confidence of his voice, she was so taken aback that it took her a moment to overcome the shock and raise her sword arm only to suddenly find herself looking up at the creature instead of down. Only then did she register the feeling of cold rock against her legs, having knelt down like the creature asked without her mind even realizing what she was doing, the look that realization brough to her face must have made it obvious what she was thinking, because she couldn’t even open her mouth to demand an explanation before the satyr spoke up again.
“Honestly, I was getting worried you were immune at first, but you were such a good girl, diligently huffing my musk for an entire hour without me even having to do anything for it, you must have wanted to be my bitch so badly. But first away with that sword we wouldn’t want to hurt anyone right? Actually, you’ve probably got more stashed away so strip for me.”
Cold dread took hold of Nola as she quickly began to focus on her minds eye for a self-diagnosis, but even before she could get a result the loud metallic clanging of her sword hitting the floor reverberates throughout the cave, which the satyr quickly kicks out of her reach before stepping away again while her body begins to unbutton her jacket. Meanwhile still focused inward she finally found what she’d been fearing, she was afflicted with a condition [Hypnotic musk] that would not only leave her more susceptible to suggestion but also encourage her to act as if he were a close intimate partner and for the first time in her life she regretted being a natural bottom.
With a heavy thud her jacket also hits the floor followed shortly by her shorts, having had a lot of practice taking those of swiftly, her eyes once more focusing on what was before her tried to look defiant, but with the musk much more concentrated in this enclosed space it was having an undeniable effect on her and she didn’t quiet look as fierce with her thighs rubbing together and a damp spot rapidly growing on her panties. The satyr for his part obviously loved the view, his cock beginning to harder which send the loincloth fluttering in time with its throbs. She wasn’t stupid or naïve, so she had a pretty good guess where this was going and though her body seemed more than happy with the prospect the though send a shudder of disgust down her spine.
Still cautious despite undeniably having the upper hand now the satyr slowly approaches ready to make a run for it should she show any sign of breaking free, when that didn’t happen even with him sanding within arms reach his grin got even wider. “You must know what’s going on by now, but we can’t have you snapping out of it now, can we? So, let’s give you a nice deep whiff of the source!”
“Like hell I wi~” Before she could even finish her sentence, he roughly grabbed her by the ears painfully yanking her forwards so her face smushes into his massive founds of virility. She knew she had to resist, to fight it, or at the very least hold her breath for as long as possible, but her body just wouldn’t listen. Almost eagerly she inhaled deeply the pungent odor now so intense it actually stung and brought tears to her eyes, yet it had per positively gushing with need at the same time. Again and again she took deep breaths, her inner walls clenching around nothing begging for their own taste of the mighty cock before her and her tongue darts out to lick up any beads of sweat, to feel the intense heat radiating from within the leathery sack.
His laughter was deep and bellowing sounding like he’s just heard the funniest joke of his life, only the joke was her. “You must be a natural born slut, I don’t even have to make you do it you want to suck and choke on my nuts, never have I ever thought anyone could be such a whore for balls. Go on then, get your fill.” A surprisingly large hand finds its way to the back of her head and pushes her even deeper, her entire muzzle, short as it may be, sinking into his testicles leaving her unable to breathe while her sense of smell and taste alike were still mercilessly bombarded. Rationally she knew there was no way he could be strong enough to hold her in place, yet even when her breath was starting to run short her body didn’t pull away as if even her survival instincts had ceased… ‘shit, I have a thing for getting choked out don’t I?’.
With her vision already blurred from tears and a lack of oxygen and her mind slowing as if a fog were covering her thoughts, her needs only seemed to be growing stronger, the budding heat and the desire for his cum have long since worked their way through her thin panties, love juices running down her inner thighs in rivulets and to Nola’s immeasurable shame she was teetering on the edge of an orgasm without ever being touched. Finally, just before she would have passed out his hand pulls back allowing her to fall backwards and gasp for air, the relieve of fresh oxygen entering her system was short lived however as her breathing turned into a high-pitched moan, her hips and thighs quaking and her upper body weakly falling backwards, unable to hold herself upright during her climax.
Her waking mind was still fuzzy but she still received a message calling for the attention of her mind’s eye with absolute clarity [the condition ‘Hypnotic musk’ has advanced to stage two, the afflicted individual will find themselves compelled to tell the truth and feel a mounting desire to please or service others].
“haha you, you actually came just from huffing my nuts, what a pathetic sight. But I find that endearing what’s your name slut?” Nola’s mind was still reeling from the experience, her breathing still labored and her eyes unfocused, yet that wonderful musk permeating her system rouses her to reply regardless. “It… ha, It’s Nola.”
“That’s a cute name, not that I’ll be using it, instead I think I’ll be calling you Pet because that’s exactly what you’re going to be from now on.” The serious tone of his voice finally brought Nola out of her stupor, no matter what sort accursed sway he held over her there was no way for him to be an actual threat to her, the gap was so vast that even had she passed out it’s unlikely he could have struck her down if he tried, and while choking was an unfortunate outlier due to the nature of his ability it wouldn’t let him order her to harm herself or anything of the sort. Ultimately that meant what she needed to do now was not loose herself, to endure until he slips up or she finally builds up a resistance, at least enough for her to get away. Unknowing and uncaring about his pet’s newfound resolve the Satyr kept talking. “But you’ve been a very bad girl haven’t you pet? Cumming all on your own, so you better finish what you started whore, blow me!”
What they’d done just moments before hadn’t only had an effect on her, something that became obvious when she looked up again to finally see his cock freed from the loincloth in all of its hideous glory. A deep dark 30cm long Equine Phallus stood proud its length adorned with a preputial ring two thirds down its length and its flat tip crowned by flared protruding ridges, when compared with an actual horse it’s length wouldn’t be all that impressive, though it’s girth didn’t lack behind in the slightest, but on such a small frame it looked almost comically out of place just like his immense testicles had, after all it stood high enough to be level with his chest. The sight alone made her audibly swallow, not just because of it’s size but because she couldn’t possibly imagine him being gentle, no matter how humiliating and demeaning it was she wasn’t an idiot, she knew there was no out for her at least not right now so it was in her best interest to not struggle too much, to just bear with it and go along as that would make it more likely for him to slip up. Her biggest saving grace at least in this situation were that she had some experience with equines and that despite everything, or more accurately because of it, she was still damn horny which would be an immense help in distracting her thoughts.
Crawling forwards on her knees she quickly came face to tip with his throbbing cock, up close it was even more intimidating but she could already feel the compulsion to obey building and doing this herself instead of being a mere passenger to her body’s motions would at least be of some solace. With her mouth wide open Nola’s tongue darts out to start licking his shaft, the texture is lightly spongy and the taste makes it clear he wasn’t in the habit of washing himself regularly, something that of course made her traitorous cunt drool once more. Tears once again building in the corners of her eyes she still carried on licking all over his cock until most of it was covered in her spit when she once more felt a hand against her skull angling it so they were looking each other in the eyes. “I said blow me, not lightly lick it, but maybe that’s on me for expecting a woman to know what I meant, you were dumb enough to not even notice what’s happening to you after all.”
His hand lined her up with his tip again and begun to force her forward, she had to open her mouth as wide as she could to just barely fit the flared crown before it pushed deeper into her mouth eventually hitting the back and getting stuck because of the angle, but he didn’t stop pushing and the discomfort and pressure hurt, not nearly as much as his comment had though because he was right, it should have been impossible for her to end up in a situation like this had she practiced even a modicum of caution instead of just believing herself above whatever she could encounter. Soon enough he realized he wasn’t getting anywhere like this and pulled his hand back. “Now do it properly pet.”
She pulls her head back a little and reaches out to grab his cock pulling it downwards whilst shuffling back ever so slightly, it took her a few tries but eventually she got the angle just right, her head bobbing back and forth slowly until with the angle now properly set his tip ever so slightly glides into her throat. Nola’s dozens if not hundreds of hours of practice doing this were the only reason she didn’t immediately gag right then and there, but she still had to pause and steady herself, the satyr for his part finally seemed happy with something a pleased grunt escaping his lips and his hips lightly beginning to sway back and forth. Knowing better that to test his patience she fights to take more of him steadily making progress until her lips touch the ring halve way down his cock, her tongue meanwhile eagerly licking all over his length and her thighs once more rubbing against one another. That’s where she had to pull back in order to take deep breaths, his cock simply too massive for her to breath at all even with her practice, much less when it’s most of the way down her throat.
“Much better, but you’re still not done so get back to it.” He still sounded just as rude as ever, but now there was a low panting to his voice. Emboldened by the apparent success Nola goes for it again, reaching his ring much quicker this time around the saliva no doubt helping it slide down a bit smoother than before, that’s where in order to slip over and past the ring she threw her face forward. That finally seemed to break whatever had moved the satyr to be so gracious as to let her set her own pace as with one more deep grunt his hips started bucking forwards. His cock sliding into her throat much faster and deeper than she was ready for was too much for her to handle and she couldn’t stop herself from gagging this time, the contractions of her throat tightly undulating around his cock only made it feel better for the satyr whose hips kept thrusting faster and faster.
Guided by her heat’s desire for virile life-giving cum her hands rise up to grasp his swinging balls, once she got a solid hold on them, their weight even greater than the size would indicate, she began to kneed and massage them, their each and every pulsing sending a jolt of delight down her spine even while tears streamed down her eyes and her pained groaning rang barely audible, muffled by his oversized cock. Thankfully every once in a while, he pulled back just far and long enough for her to get in a few breaths, probably to keep her from passing out so she would keep choking on him.
Only a few minutes in his balls began to pull tight, and quake preparing to pump their virile payload right down her gullet with unprecedented force, his hand pulling her tightly towards his hips so that his cock sinks even further down her throat than on any previous attempt and his shaft’s rapid twitching were the only warnings she got before an actual torrent of jizz shot down into her stomach. The volume on his first rope alone easily dwarfed the ejaculation of a whole group of men and then some, it took multiple seconds for it to abate only to immediately be replaced by another just as potent one, with the third rope finished Nola’s stomach was starting to feel bloated like she’d just finished a large meal and thankfully he began to pull out of her mouth. Not because he was done of course, no far from it, he just wanted to paint her, cover her from head to toe, he kept unloading once he finished pulling out, first covering her face hair and chest before grabbing his cock to angle it downwards, soon her belly arms legs and even her fluffy tail were covered in his thick semen. All in all he’s probably cum enough to fill a whole bucket, an amount that couldn’t possibly be contained in even his massive orbs so some sort of skill must have been at play.
She was of course trying to catch her breath but the burning need within her brough forth a desire to taste something other than fresh air, she wasn’t even sure if her condition was to blame or if it was simply a natural predisposition, she had never let good cum go to waste so far, and surely enough she quickly brought two fingers covered in the sticky substance to her face, licking them clean so the taste could spread over her tongue before swallowing. The taste was intense but not bad, she had expected it to taste vile but found it was actually kind of sweet, more importantly and what scared the few remaining clear thoughts she could muster, it felt right to have his cum in her, her cunt clenching in jealousy.
“Good girl, pets should clean themselves when they get dirty. But it’s high time I get a taste of you for myself.”
Nola even exhausted as she was didn’t miss the manic glint of his gaze, he obviously wasn’t talking about being a gentleman and returning the favor of getting head, while still trying to figure out what he could possibly mean a familiar sensation of gathering power brought her attention inwards where she found jet another new status had been forced upon her. [‘Infernal branding’, ontop of empowering the strength of debilitating conditions inflicted by demonic sources contact with infernal essence temporarily weakens the soul’s innate protection.]
Two fingers touched her stomach, just over where her womb would be, causing that vague feeling of gathering power to concentrate and rush out through her. Leveling up was commonly describes as one of the best feelings one could experience, power that had accumulated in one’s body coalescing to enhance your very being, this was the exact opposite power taken from one’s soul suffused into their body and then suddenly and all at once ripped away from them. It might sound horrible yet Nola came, and she came hard harder than probably ever before in her life, all that energy flowing through the body so suddenly and so unnaturally set every nerve aflame, yet as there was no pain or discomfort the body could only interpret those signals as pure pleasure leading to unprecedented ecstasy.
[Nola’s level has i̷n̸c̵r̶e̸a̶s̶e̵d̵ 74 --> 73] Despite the immense pleasure coursing through her Nola wept, having her body toyed with and abused was one thing, she could endure it, weather it while waiting for an opportunity, on some level even try and enjoy it until she escaped, but this was an unprecedented act of violation so deep and foul she hadn’t even heard of the like in cautionary children’s tales.
While she shed tears of sorrow he was over the moon with happiness, the higher one’s level was the more experience was needed to reach the next even though the power growth, excluding the acquisition of new skills, was mostly linear, that’s why in every generation the number of legendary individuals who manage to surpass what was considered the limit at 99 could be measured on one hand, usually that hand was balled into a fist. Practically what this meant was that while Nola had ‘only’ lost one singular level, the satyr had jumped all the way from 43 to 53, something she would learn the next time she inspects him. For him that didn’t just mean an increase in direct power, though that was still a part of it, most importantly for his path this also meant an immediate and noticeable jump in virility, his balls despite just unloading what would easily be a record-breaking load weren’t any smaller than before, in fact they might even be slightly larger now.
Everything that had happened left Nola heavily exhausted both physically and mentally, so once her sobbing stopped so to did everything else, sleep having overtaking her, the satyr seeing her collapse just shrugged, he was exhausted too so he dragged her towards the foot of his bed and positioned her so that her head would serve as a pillow for his nuts, letting his musk seep ever deeper into her even while they slept, his feet resting on her fluffy tail and soft belly respectively.